Lustful Memoirs

Chapter II

“You won't think much of my experiences, for when I got onto my nuptial couch, I had never seen a man's thing.”

“Stop,” we cried, “'thing' won't do; we agreed to call things by their real names.”

“Well,” amended Mollie, “when I went to bed my wedding night, I had never seen a man's cock. Of course I had seen boys bathing, and once or twice men, but I had never had a good look at their cocks; and I knew only very vaguely what my husband, Jack Strong, was going to do to me. When he came to bed and took me in his arms and carried his kisses from my lips down to my breasts till, wild with passion, I felt his naked belly pressed on mine-I did not know what that stiff thing was that came like a battering ram. First it beat against the insides of my thighs; then, guided straight, it struck between the lips of my slit and into the tight scabbard. Seizing my bottom in his hands, and with panting kisses all over me, he ripped and tore, lunged and plunged; then, with a mighty thrust, his darling spear drew blood and was throbbing wildly in the innermost recesses of my vagina. His hot lips smothered the shriek that came to mine. “'There, dear girl, it won't hurt again.' “And as he first gently drew it half out and then pushed it back-then faster out and faster in-a swell of emotion drowned all the smart; and when, with wild eagerness, his not-to-be-delayed lust frenzied him and his bold thrusts came like lightning flashes, and the fierce friction of my cunt's tender sides made me experience how delightful even pain can be, I felt the bold prick grow bigger and the swollen head explode with a shower of burning fluid, flying into my inner being and drawing from me a downpour of my own hot spending.

“Oh, the delightful slowing-down, the satisfied languor of the kisses, the delightful lassitude of all our members. And then, when he rose, lighting the lamp by the bedside, and bathed me off, I gladly yielded to his wish and took off my night dress. Naked together, with eyes and mouths and hands we eagerly examined and explored all the new heavens of delight we had for one another. I soon grew bold and held that dear fallen pleasure in my hand; and as his tender touches thrilled my still throbbing cunt, I fondled-first timidly, then boldly-that soft-skinned darling, which soon began to swell and grow with new heat. He cried, 'Let's have a good look at each other.'

“He lifted me up on my knees over his face and examined with rapturous words my quivering quiver, pressing hot kisses on it, and opening its excited lips with softly tickling tongue. 'Don't,' I cried, 'don't. It's too much.' But I was on my back as he knelt before me, and maiden modesty faded forever. I took the dear love-stick in my hand, examined and caressed it and its load of sweets below, and could not resist pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss on its ruby head. Whereupon, with a cry of delighted voluptuousness, he threw himself again flat on my belly and plunged his pleasure-giving prick deep in my heated cunt. Ah, how much sweeter this second-than my first-fuck. The burning smart of the bursting ram was dulled, and when the sperm shot in soothing showers deep in my vitals I gave a cry of pleasure and lay panting in the truest dream of rapture that life can give.

“For a week we were by ourselves; and the dear boy taught me all the ways and manners of making male and female tools work together for lust's sake. Then we started for our future home, in his widower-uncle's house.

“As we neared a certain town on the way, I saw that my hubby was cogitating. 'I will,' he suddenly exclaimed. “We will stop over a day at X,' naming the town.

“'What for?' I asked.

“'So as to let Ned Struthers give you a shot in here,' and he pressed his hand between my thighs.

“'Don't talk nonsense,' I said, but he went on.

“'Ned and I were classmates; and in talking about the future, we both took an oath that whoever married should give his wife to his friend. Ned did marry, while I was in a distant part of the country. But when I returned, I went to call on them, having sent word to him. The pretty bride received me, and we soon felt well acquainted. Ned wasn't home. I was in my room alone when a knock interrupted my bath, and a note was thrust under the door. It was from Ned and he had written it, in expectation of my arrival. He reminded me of our compact, told me he had confessed to his wife, and ended: “So, my dear fellow, if you've got a hard-on, walk right in and ask Mrs. Ned Struthers to melt it for you.” Naked, I stepped into the hall. A door was open opposite, I entered, and there lying on the bed with her back to me was Mrs. Ned, with nothing but a pair of stockings to hide her fresh plump flesh.

“' “My darling girl, you mean it?” and my hands and kisses were wandering all over her back and broad buttocks when she turned over, exposing her delicious front. “I suppose I must help Ned keep his promise.” I was kneeling between her thighs. “Wait a minute,” and she covered her slit with her hand. “Promise me your wife shall give herself to Ned, just as I give myself to you.”

“I swear,” I cried; and in an instant I was reveling in the hot and juicy cunt of Mrs. Ned. And this very night, Mollie, Ned will revel in yours.'

“'Oh, no, he won't; you ought to be ashamed of yourself.' But Jack forced me to leave the train at X and soon, in a pretty cottage, the lovely Mrs. Ned welcomed us, and she and I were soon in a bedroom, undressing and taking a bath. Jack stepped in-like Adam-and soon had us both in his arms. Mrs. Ned protested, but the luscious sight of our three naked bodies fired me and I dragged the lovely woman to the bed. 'Don't you want him back again in your belly?' I cried.

“'Don't it heave as if I did?' she answered. 'But I won't let him, unless you swear to let Ned do the same to you.'

“I'll do anything Jack wants me to,' I answered.

“'And that will be to fuck Ned, the very minute he comes in the house,' cried Jack. And in another instant, his prick was pressed into Mrs. Ned's panting slit. I knelt beside them and watched and felt and kissed their lovely engines, as with lusty thrust and happy heave they diddled each other, to a well-oiled rest.

“When Ned's hour of coming home approached, they stripped me, and, as he entered the parlor, they pushed me in.

“'Who are you?'

“'I'm Mrs. Jack Strong, at your service.' And I gave a curtsy, just as if I were covered with training silks.

“'Jack Strong's wife?'

“'Yes,' I answered, 'and like a faithful wife, I'm here to keep true his compact with you.'

“And in a flash he understood and was kissing me wildly; he knelt before me and laid me flat on the floor. Then out came his lovely prick; with a cry of desire he buried its lusty length in my tight cunt.

“'Give it to her, Ned. You're No. 2 in there.' And the wild heaves came.

“'You're coming,' said Mrs. Ned, and squeezed the hot essence out of his bay of secrets until our hold on each other relaxed and we turned to watch Jack give her excited cunt another dose of his soothing syrup close at our side. We did not stay a day only, but a whole week-entirely devoted to finding how often and how variously we could feast our holes on the tender, raw flesh of their rosy roosters, and drink in the sweetly thrilling cream of life's panacea.

“Then we went to our home at Uncle Bob's. We received a hearty welcome from the handsome, sturdy, gray-haired but jolly uncle of my husband. What a hearty hug and kiss he gave me-at our first meeting. It set my thoughts to wondering if it might not soon be repeated, flesh to flesh. After dinner, Jack put on his hat and said he was going out to renew his acquaintance with the old place; and taking me in his arms, he planted me plump on Uncle Bob's lap. Laughing, he said: 'And you two can get acquainted while I'm gone.'

“'What does he mean?” cried Uncle Bob, gazing with burning eyes all over me.

“'I expect he thinks that, as we are going to be together so much, the quicker we understand each other, the better.'

“'My darling girl,' he cried, 'if you knew what thoughts your position and words raise, you'd run away from your wicked old uncle.'

“I only answered by lifting my bounding breasts out of my frock and saying, 'Kiss them.'

“Enough! His hands and kisses had in two minutes ravished me from mouth to belly; I was stretched upon the sofa, with naked, wide-open thighs. Then his belly met mine and Uncle Bob's dear cock was the third that sent satisfying semen into this salacious and seething slit.”

And as Mollie finished and showed this slit, seeking solace for the memories she had awakened, the charitable Lizzie knelt between her outstretched thighs and with nimble tongue recalled the pleasures that her slit had tasted with Jack and Ned and Uncle Bob.

Then Lizzie began her tale.