Lustful Memoirs

Chapter IV

Well, perhaps you know it, but the girls here didn't. I'll give it briefly.

I was born in the South, and after the death of my father I lived with his stepbrother, Uncle Fred, as I called him. He was a bachelor of fifty, strong and well-preserved, who treated me always as a child, except one evening when he had been out dining and I went to kiss him good-night. Heated with wine, he drew me on his lap and, tearing open my dress, kissed my budding bubbies; then, lifting me up to the arm of the lounge on which he was seated, he threw my skirts up and with lustful lips kissed belly, thigh, and tufted mount. But, coming to himself, he raised me up, led me to the door, and said, “Forgive me, Kate. I've been drinking too much; forget what I did.”

Throwing my arms around him I kissed him and then fled to my room; in bed I gave my excited feelings relief. After that he was always himself to me, showing a fatherly tenderness.

How I wished he would get half-tipsy again and kiss my naked body all over! I had even come to the point where I would gladly have given him my maidenhead; and I did, without his knowing it. Sally, the pretty chambermaid in our house, was a half-breed, dark for a white girl and light for a black, just my size-a trifle fuller, perhaps; but we could easily wear each other's clothes. She had a lover but had not given her virginity to him yet. I knew this because she and I grew intimate, and one day when I was in bed, I made her come in with me. We gave each other pleasure with swift hands and hot kisses; and we often after that repeated our mutual ardor. She told me how her lover played with her pussy and made her fondle his staff.

But one morning as she was helping me dress I noticed she was sad and worried. “What's the matter, Sally,” I said, “have you and Tom had a falling out?”

“No, Miss Kate, it's worse than that,” and she threw herself sobbing on the sofa.

“Come tell me all about it, Sally,” and I seated myself beside her.

“Well, Miss, Massa Fred has always been good to me, and I'm fond of him. And now that I'm big enough to know about what makes the difference of men and women, he often feels me and tumbles me on his bed; he frigs me and makes me play with his great big cock and loss it. I don't mind that-I like it. But this morning as I passed his door, he called me in and told me you were going over to the Selbys' to spend the night. Holding me with one hand and his big, naked prick with the other, he said, 'Sally, I order you to come to my bed tonight, naked as your hand, and let me take your virginity.' Oh, Miss, he's awful obstinate, and I know hell do it. I don't mind for myself-but Tom-hell kill me,” and the girl sobbed loudly.

I was silent. My heart pounded, the crevice palpitated. Wicked thoughts filled me; I struggled against them, but my wanton yearnings were too much for me. Why should I not take her place and let dear Uncle Fred, whose hand was the first man's to fondle my cunt, be the first man to pierce its virgin depths?

“Sally, listen. Don't breathe a word of what I have to say. Tell Uncle Fred that when he is in bed tonight, you will come to him. But ask him, as a last favor, to have the light out. Don't question me, but obey.”

“Oh, Miss-you…” But I stopped her and would not explain. Later in the day she came to me.

“I told him I was willing, but when I asked him to take me in the darkness, he said, 'Nonsense,' and refused.”

“We must get round that somehow,” I answered, “and, Sally, you must help me, so I must tell you all. I mean that Uncle Fred shall have my maidenhead instead of yours.”

“Oh, Miss Kate, how lovely!”

My imagination fired, I went on. “I will pretend to go to the Selbys'. Uncle Fred will go to bed and be waiting there naked for his virgin; naked, you will enter and quickly put out the light; and I will rush in, in the darkness, and throw myself in his arms-while you run off and find Tom and let him settle the question of your virginity for good. Uncle Fred will be excited; and as we are nearly of a size, in the darkness he won't know whose tight crevice his darling staff is raiding.”

“Oh, how splendid!” cried the delighted girl.

After dinner, I started off as if for the Selbys', slipped round the house, and entered the back way. Then I was safely in my room. Oh! The thoughts and feelings that surged through me while I waited for darkness and delight. I was tingling with ardent lust; and when Sally came to my room and told me he had gone to bed and was waiting for her, I dropped my last veil, as she did too, and in a minute we were at his door, which was covered only by a curtain.

We raised it gently, and then we saw the handsome form of Uncle Fred spread out naked on the bed, his dear staff standing bolt upright, anxious for the bloody work before it. “Go in,” I whispered, “turn the light out quickly and come out. And before he can rise, I'll be in his arms.”

She didn't wait, but entered. “Ah, my pretty dusky virgin, you've come at last, have you? Hurry up. See how hot my prick is to pierce you?”

Then out went the light, and before he could get out of bed I had thrown myself in his arms. “You wicked girl, I'm too excited to get up and light it; but I'll pay you off; I won't be tender but will rip you up with one fierce lunge.” And throwing himself flat on my belly, he pointed his awful probe at my slit; grabbing my buttocks, he pressed it in.

“Ah! How tight you are. Does it hurt? Why don't you talk? I'll make you squeal,” and with a wild lunge, the monster burst my virgin veil and lay, swelling full length, embedded in my cunt.

I shrieked aloud. He recognized my voice. “You, Kate?”

“Yes, it's me, and I've got you now. You can't escape.” And with wild frenzy, I threw my legs around his loins and my arms around his neck.

“You charming girl, I've been denying myself this heaven ever since I saw you, and now you force me into it.”

And then those burning kisses; those lightning lunges; that swelling, bursting probe of pleasure, swallowed completely in my tight sheath; the flashes of blood seething in every vein; the final frantic working of our frenzied thighs; and the great flood of life-giving essence, shot like cannonballs into my gaping womb, until with slowing heaves and pouting sighs we sunk into a gentle quietude of satisfied desires. Presently he arose, lit the lamp, and bathed the gory soldiers of the Cyprian goddess. Oh, the sweet words of praise he made me hear as he examined in detail each charm I had for him; and, oh, the hot happiness I felt as he made me take in my hand the ravishing rod and play with it and learn from his lips how this sweet engine of sensuality performed its favorite function-that of assuaging a woman's amorous ardour. It was again a nice big handful, when a noise in the hall made Fred run out quickly. He returned with the naked form of Sally in his arms.

“Oh, you minx,” he cried, “why didn't you go and let Tom put your maidenhead out of danger?”

“Oh, I couldn't! I had to wait and see you finish. Oh, it was splendid, those shrieks, sighs, and loud kisses. And then, when the light was lit, oh, what a pretty sight! Let me kiss Missey once, and then I'll run off and make Tom make me squeal, just as she did.”

“Not so fast,” said Uncle Fred. “You've been present when Kate's maidenhead went up the spout. Go and fetch Tom, and let us see him plug you-right before our eyes.”

“I will,” cried the excited girl, and she was gone.

“Oh, Uncle Fred, Tom will see me all naked.”

“Yes, he shall, and fuck you too,” and going to a closet, Fred filled two goblets with some hot liquor and made me empty one, himself the other, till the smarting warmth ran delightfully through my veins and the fumes, mounting to my head, seemed to drive away every thought but those of lascivious longing. Prone on the bed, we heard the lovers coming, and as he threw his maiden victim on the edge beside us, Tom cried: “I can't wait longer, Massa Fred I must fuck her.” And his superb staff was poking at her pussy.

“Put it in, Kate,” said Uncle Fred, and grasping the ponderous column I aimed its ruby head straight into the gaping portals of her cunt.

“Don't spare her, Tom! Rip her open, just as Fred did me.”

And firmly clutching her bum, his teeth set, the black gave a mighty bound of his big buttocks, and the poor deflowered Sally yelled in a spasm of raptured chastity. Oh, the splendid squirming of their strong, sturdy bodies, the smutty squeals and shouts of sensual satisfaction, and, then, the maddening thrill of superb spending, reflected plainly on each face and form.

Our own sperm was bubbling within us, and as soon as they had retired from the field, Uncle Fred's dear prick again pierced me right before their eyes; and they forgot themselves in eagerness to see our pleasure and add to it with kisses and squeezing, tickling fingers.

Then we two girls gave them the pretty contrast of our brown and white bodies, stretched out side by side on the bed. Quickly our lovers were kneeling before us, offering their victorious staffs to our amorous touches, until Uncle Fred cried out, “Change partners!” And Tom's awful prick with its one wide-open eye stared me in the face.

“By Jove, he shall fuck her.” And Uncle Fred thrust my bottom to the edge of the bed, making Tom stand between my legs. Placing Sally on her hands and knees facing us, he mounted her behind, so that we could all see the pretty play of each cock and cunt. “Pretty,” did I say? You couldn't call Tom's diddling “pretty”; it was magnificent-the awful length and giant girth of his cock stretched my slit, and his pounding passionate thrusts rubbed my newly raptured cunt into a state of feverish fervor that made my belly bound, my pussy pucker and cling to its beautiful bliss-bearer. Then as I saw Uncle Fred's prick giving the wriggling black girl the last lightning lunges, my tight sheath squeezed from the well-loaded cock in my cunt a volley of sperm that flowed so fast and far inside of me that I thought I tasted it in my mouth. When they rolled me over on the bed, they saw it would be dangerous to irritate me further. I lay languid but happy in Uncle Fred's arms and soon dropped into a soothing sleep.