Lustful Memoirs

How We Lost Our Maidenheads
Chapter I

Yes, four of us! Four women left alone, up in the Catskills, at our summer boardinghouse. Four, who had met here for the first time and, being thrown together daily as the only guests, had begun to be confidential one with the other. Three of us were young married women whose husbands only came out to spend Sunday every week or two; the fourth was as old as the rest of us, but unmarried.

To describe the situation in a few words: we were four lovely women left alone in the mountains, and always ready to grasp at any new idea that would help us pass the long, lazy, summer days.

“Girls, this is slow,” said Mollie, a plump little brunette, one day as we all four were lying on the grass under the shade of a beautiful elm.

“Slow,” said I, “as stagnation.”

“Oh, I wish our hubbies were here; they'd make things lovely,” sighed the buxom Lizzie, rolling on her back.

“Oh,” laughed our unmarried companion Maude, “you look, Lizzie, as if you were getting in a position to receive yours.”

We all joined in the laughter, for Lizzie did look as if she were more than ready to receive between her extended legs anything manly the Gods would send her.

“Well, girls,” she answered, “you can laugh. I feel just that way; and I bet every one of you would like to have your dearly beloved come along and, taking you off in the woods, lay you on some nice green grassy bank, and give you a taste of his manly qualities. The very thought makes me hot.”

And the ardent girl looked so inviting that, feeling just as she did, I threw myself down beside her and placed my hand on her pretty leg. This was enough. She clasped me in her arms and her hand was quickly on my naked thigh; a second later, each was feeling a tufted mount, pressed forward to meet the caress of clinging fingers.

“Oh, how splendid!” cried the other two. And kneeling by us, the dear girls pulled up our clothes and, lost to modesty, we began a frantic friction of our ticklish titbits, while our tongues were thrust, first one, then the other, into each other's mouths. Soon our agile buttocks joined the dance, and the long restrained overflow of love's libation overwhelmed us with the soft rapture of completed pleasure.

Quickly the other two rushed into each other's arms; rolling, clasped together on the grass, they busied their hands with each other's mounts. In the meantime, we, throwing ourselves beside them, quickly pulled away all that hid their field of action, and soon we saw them dissolved in the same bliss we were still tingling with.

“That breaks the ice,” cried Maude.

“I thought your ice had never been broken,” said I.

“Neither has it,” said Maude. “You can feel for yourself.”

And I did. “Yes, girls, t'is a virgin.”

“Yes, I am a virgin; but I guess I know as much as you married women.”

“Tell us what you know,” demanded Lizzie.

“No, indeed. You three take turns and relate how you lost your maidenheads; and then 111 tell you what I know of men. The bashful virgin should be last.” And she laughed as she threw herself back, voluptuously.

“That'll be like a new Decameron,” said one.

“Or Heptameron,” said another.

“Ha, ha! So we all read them,” laughed the third.

“Oh, they're tame,” said our lovely virgin. “I like stories that tell the exact facts-call things by their true names. To hear prick or cock or cunt or cul or fuck or diddle or suck, called right out, adds a flavor of reality to the story; and I propose we give the history of our first amours, using the commonplace words.”

“Agreed,” we answered. “Who shall begin?”

“The oldest married first, and so on, down to the poor virgin,” laughed Maude.

“I was married three years ago,” said Mollie.

“That beats us,” I said. “Lizzie and I have only been married about two.”

“Well, then,” said Maude, the order of exercises is this: first Mollie's glass-breaking, second Lizzie's first lusty lunges, third Kate's first cock-catching, and fourth the history of Maude's many manipulations of man's member and her multitudinous manner of making as much as possible of her virgin opportunities.”

We all laughed and stretched ourselves out in comfortable attitudes. Mollie began our Tetrameron.