Anonymous - Lustful Memoirs

“'Why should I put it on again?' I said. 'I am much more comfortable.'

“He did not answer, nor look at me; but a feeling of vivid voluptuousness spurred me on. I did not know the meaning of the word then, but as I dropped my chemise and skirt, it was voluptuousness that urged me on. Kicking off my slippers, I stole up behind Dad, unseen, and jumping up, I threw my arms around his neck. My naked body hung against his back. It was like an electric shock to him.

“With the gloating cry of a hawk, he lost control of himself. 'Oh, you've got it in you, the itching of lust,' he cried. I sat naked in his lap as his lips covered me, mouth opened to receive his pointed tongue. Then he sucked my nipples till the little strawberries were stiff; and then, with a quick movement, he lifted my belly over his face and that girlish slit of mine felt for the first time the delicious tickling of a tongue skilled to draw out the ultimate throb of pleasure.

“For, young though I was, the hot southern sun had ripened me. Panting and quivering, he laid me on my back; crazy with lechery, he knelt across my chest, making me grasp his great stiff prick in my hands. 'See what made you?' he cried. 'That hot spear plunged in the cold cunt of your mother, begot, out of its icy depths, you, the inheritor of my fervor, a true child of lasciviousness. Pass those pretty plump titties round it, and see what happens when it's plunged in a woman's cunt.'

“And as the great rigid staff flew up and down between my breasts, I saw the red head throb, the ivory sceptre swell, and then its gaping mouth burst out with a hot shower of creamy sperm, which flew all over me, till he raised my head and cried out frantically, 'Suck it! Suck it! Just as you used to suck the milk from your mother's nipples.' And my lips closed over it; my tongue of its own volition licked the live, jerking mouthful, till, strangled by the profusion of the flow, I pulled back my head, panting for breath, and the pearly drops bedewed me. But, as eager as he, I clasped his buttocks in my hands and again seized that still-spouting staff in my mouth and sucked its balmy cream, till with a cry of joy Dad threw himself flat on my belly.

“I enjoy a man's prick anywhere he wants to put it, and there is in me something of the true Sodomite, who finds the acme of sensual delight in sucking the sweets out of a throbbing prick. Oh, the exuberance of Dad's joy as he took me and kissed me from mouth to knees; and oh, my own glad kisses pressed on every spot of his firm flesh, for he had stripped, and I held a naked man in my arms for the first time.

“Then we made more quiet examination of each other's organs of lust, his head on the pillow of my inner thigh, and mine on his. He bestowed tender kisses on my lightly shaded slit, while I replied in kind on the fallen tower of man. He then made me roll over and over on the floor, lie flat on my back, and raise my legs high in the air, pulling them down wide open, one on either side of my head. He made me stand on one leg and put the other foot on a shelf as high as my shoulder. Then, throwing a cushion on the floor, he told me to put my head down on it and turn a somersault. I couldn't do it at first, and in my many efforts I tumbled and sprawled and fell in every conceivable attitude, but wouldn't give up. Spurred by his delighted cries of 'Bravo!' I went completely over and kept on turning somersaults till, panting, I lay flat on my back at his feet. Gathering me up in his arms he put me on his lap; his fervid lips again made the blood boil wherever they touched me, and that was all over. Rolling me over on my belly, he slapped my bottom till it tingled and smarted, and I squirmed it down out of the reach of his hand. My face then came right over my pretty new plaything-his prick. How delicious it was, thus at my leisure to examine the stiff shaft and heavy hairy bay; to gently frig with my hand and gloat over the swollen coral head; to kiss it boldly; and as I did, he cried: 'Wet it with spittle!' and I did.

“Lifting me up, he pushed my face down on the sofa; and kneeling behind me, he rubbed his staff between the fat cheeks of my bottom. 'Ah, my dear, I'll teach you a new way,' and the moist head of his pintle stuck into the hole in my widely stretched backside.

“'Oh, it's going into me,' I cried.

“'Why not?' he answered. 'No babies come out there.' And as he fingered my hot slit with one hand, with the other he held my buttocks tight and inch by inch thrust his big prick deep in my narrow cul. Pangs of pain and thrills of pleasure shot through me.

“'Is it going in too far?' he cried.

“'No! No! I don't care for the hurt. Treat me like a grown woman,' and unable to hold back longer, his darling prick rushed in and out my bottom, while his hand kept time, on the hairy mount, and his fingers on the raw flesh of the inner cunt. Oh, such a flood of rapture as I poured down on his frigging hand, and what hot shots of soothing sperm anointed my overstretched cul until he held me limp in his arms, softly crying but happy.

“He was lewdness personified. I was an apt scholar, and a library of licentious books and pictures completed my education. One scene only will I give further. It was a rainy Sunday, and after dinner the wine and good things had made me lively. I sat opposite him as he smoked at the table, my itching slit urging me to open the ball. So lifting my plump globes out of my dress, I said, 'See, Dad, how stiff and swollen my nipples are?' And jumping to my feet and pulling my clothes way up, I cried, 'And this is too!' and I showed him the red sentinel guarding the top of my slit.

“'Go to your room, strip completely, and come when I call you.'

“After lustfully kissing him and groping his prick and balls, I went. Quickly bare as when born, I waited.

“'Come, you virgin harlot,' he called, and fairly flying, I stood in the doorway. He stood in the center of the room, but not alone; on either side of him was a stalwart black man, two robust young slaves named Sam and Jack.

“'Oh!' I cried.

“'Well, my dear, are you up to it? Three stiff cocks to suck and frig; and fuck every hole you've got except your cunt?'

“Wildly I ran up to him and clasped him in my arms.

“'Down on your knees and kiss your idol.' And his prick was in my mouth. 'Now kiss the others'.' Turning my head to the great black cock, I did not stop at the sight, but kissed it and felt the hairy balls; and then the third cock slipped into my quivering lips.

“'Oh,' I shrieked, 'my cunt burns.' Dad's tongue working in it soon brought a delicious overflow.

“'Keep right at her,' and Sam grasped my buttocks and fucked me with his nimble tongue till I went off again.

“My belly wildly heaving, I was insatiable. 'More — more,' I cried, and Jack's tongue was plunging in and out of me; and as I came slower now, the long drawn agony of the third spending was more delicious than the others. I lay panting on the couch. With a lecherous cry Dad threw himself on his knees before the standing Sam and with eager lips seized his excited cock in his mouth and sucked it wildly till the black's face wore a lecherous smile, his buttocks worked, and he shot his ready sperm into Dad's lustful mouth-sucking till the last drop issued. Frenzied, Dad rolled on his back and called to Jack. 'Come, let us bugger it together, and on the floor, heads to heels, the two obscene fellows seized each other's pricks in their mouths and, in a fast frenzy of Sodomitic lust, sucked till they choked.

“Rising, Dad made the blacks serve us and themselves with full goblets of liquor. It went straight to my head, and straighter still to my fevered cunt. 'I'm on fire,' I cried, throwing myself on Dad's belly and kissing his fallen staff.

“'Stand on a chair, Sam,' and Dad led me up to him, my face opposite his princely prick. I did not hesitate, but grasping his broad thighs in my arms, I kissed its dark red head.