Lustful Memoirs

Chapter III

“Of course, at any early age, like all girls, I wondered what my thing was made for.”

“Thing?” we all cried.

“Well, then, cunt, cunt, cunt. I didn't know its function till I was sixteen and I went to church regularly. Half a dozen of the girls from sixteen to twenty had formed a sewing class and they used to meet once a week at buxom Widow Smith's and sew till 9 o'clock, when six of the neighbours' sons would join them; and they reported that they had a jolly time.

“One of the girls, a friend of mine, asked me to join the circle. The first evening I met with them, we seven chatted and sewed until we heard the clock strike 9:00 and Widow Smith walked in with the six fellows. Sewing was put away quickly. Not knowing why, I saw all the girls look eager and group themselves in the center of the big room, where I joined them. The boys stood in a line by the wall. The widow went to the lamp.

“'Are you ready? One-two-three!?'

“Out went the lamp, and in the darkness I heard a rush; and boys and girls were mixed in a heap. I seemed to be devoured by a hundred hands and lips. Now dress torn open, now bubbies felt and kissed; now backside squeezed by manly hands; now kisses on my belly and hot gropings and friggings of my virgin slit.

“'Stop,' I cried. But Widow Smith's voice said, 'Silence,' and I found myself on the floor, flat on my back, a man's bare belly pressed to mine and a stiff stick, rubbing wildly up and down between the outer lips of my excited cunt until, as my lover clasped my bottom in his hands, his tongue thrust in my open mouth, I felt myself falling into a spasm of delight. His throbbing cock was spouting its sticky shots all over me.

“Sighs of rapture on all sides, until the widow cried, 'Boys, leave them,' scratched a match, and the room was light again. Standing close and gazing down on us girls, our naked bellies all exposed and shining with their prismatic sperm, stood the six boys with open breeches and shirts pulled up, their fallen pins lying innocently on their red cushions.

“And as they gazed, they kept calling out, first one, then another: 'Pull your clothes higher, Susie.' 'Let's see your bum, Sally.' 'Open your legs wider, Janie,' until Widow Smith called out, 'Come boys and girls, strip.' And standing opposite each other, boys on one side, girls on the other, we were all soon robed in skin and hair alone.

“Then the lively widow took me in her arms. 'This neophyte must be initiated, as each of you has been.' And all clapped their hands. Quickly a settee was brought; and, like a lamb at the slaughter, I was thrown on it-my legs stretched as wide open as they could go and tied with soft bands to the settee, while my body half-reclined on a big pillow. I could not move a limb, but my thighs and belly were free to show, by lively dancing, how I liked my initiation into the fields of vivid lust.

“'Each fellow shall in turn fuck her, with his prick before her eyes, ending by making her suck the last drops out.'

“'Oh, no,' I cried. 'Don't. Let me go!'

“But, a velvet tongue was in my slit, and in half a minute I was squirming. The smutty widow straddled my face, her gaping crevice ready, and as I spent in the mouth of my No. 1, he quickly mounted the widow behind; and while the tongue of No. 2 was lapping my cunt, No. I was fucking before my eyes, till, spending, his cock was drawn out, still oozing sperm; he thrust it into my mouth, to have the last pleasure-giving drops sucked out. Six pricks spent but never filled the cunt of the lusty widow, and the six smoking pricks were sucked by my lips, soon trained to such work by the lustful fires raging in me from the six hot tongues that raided my salacious slit. And, when the last cock left its last drop upon my tongue and all stood round to gaze upon their victim, lying there motionless except her heaving belly, I gave a scream and fainted. “When I came to myself, I was lying on the sofa and they were pouring brandy down my throat; and as it burned and sent the blood surging through my veins, I roused myself. 'Oh, girls, it's a shame. You've given me all the pleasure.' Then Widow Smith, taking me on her lap, said, 'Girls, stand in line, with your legs wide apart, arid let the boys suck out your juice.' And those six smutty virgins stood facing us in a line while the six lovely lads, on their knees before them, seized their buttocks in their hands and fired an endless volley of tongue thrusts into the girls' excited cunts, till they squirmed and spent, clinging and writhing, in each other's arms.

“As the fellows rose from their knees, each carried his lance on high. Quickly the widow threw me flat on the altar and ordered three couples to stand facing each other over my prostrate body. 'Girls, kneel by your lovers and take their pricks in your hands. Now, while I suck her cunt, each of you frig your lover's cock and shoot his sperm all over this charming neophyte, as a farewell baptism of lust.' And, as the widow's tongue was titillating my ardent slit, the lively hands made the six pricks swell and throb; and as I gave down my flood of pleasure, their bursting heads shot out six lovely streams of sperm that flew high in air, covering the person opposite and bathing my face, breast, and belly with the hot overflow.

“But-enough! Enough! I won't go on.”

“But your virginity?” cried one of her listeners, who had fairly swum in sperm before she lost hers.

“Well,” she continued, “six months later I went to visit an old school mistress; and one day her brother, who had been very attentive to me, took me out for a walk in the woods. A shower came up and we ran to a near barn, and there-on the hay-first a kiss, then a clasping in strong arms, then bold touches on breast and legs and belly-until, driven crazy by desire, his stiff and ardent prick was tearing away my virginity. I, for the first time, felt a man's cock burst into a spasm of hot spending deep in my cunt.”

Then Mollie, as Lizzie ended, gave her tit for tat, and with her tongue made happy that warmed-up cunt, of whose first diddle the charming girl had just given us the history.