CHAPTER V
So Sue Suckit finds herself a virgin harlot, happy and waiting for work.
Jim served dinner to Mrs. Luce (Lucy Luce, for that was her name) and I, and with it, served each of us with a pint of Mumms. Lucy said lewd lovers should always drink it, it banished all modesty, mock modesty and made the blood boil ready for wanton wiles.
After dinner, Lucy said: Now Sue we must fit you to some free and easy clothes, to wear round the house; something that will let your lovers get at you easy, and will add just a gusto in giving them a chance to strip you.
How is this? It belonged to a wanton wife, who, while her husband was away, spent a month with me and took her fill of fun, in every hole she had. She was about your size, try it on.
A long loose wrapper of bright crimson silk (India) and held up by two silken bands, buttoned over the shoulders. I started to pull it on over my chemise but Lucy said:
Why bother with a chemise? It is only in a man's way when he is hunting for buff and fur!
And as I stood arrayed only in my new wrapper, I laughed and answered: Well this is not any particular protection to a modest virgin: how do I look in it?
Jim won't let anybody in that he does not know and you need not bother about money; they are all gentlemen and when they leave, drop what they think their pleasure was worth in a contribution box near the door; some more, some less, but all are generous.
One-third of all the cash received is yours and with nothing to pay out, you can save it up for a rainy day, and kissing me, Lucy left.
Passing into her room, I paused in front of a mirror and fell in love with myself. I am not vain, but the picture of my plump person in this scanty clinging dress, was tempting enough to help fill that contribution box in the hall.
I threw myself on a sofa and was dozing dreamily I guess when Jim roused me.
Miss Sue, there is a gentlemen in the parlor. Madam sent him, he is a regular caller, rich and kind, but getting old. You must not push him, sometimes he will not unbutton at all, but just has his fun in frigging and kissing a girl.
I was flushed with sleep, felt lazy but lascivious.
Don't stir, Miss, you look lovely; let him see you just as you are, and he went downstairs.
A fine looking well bred man of about fifty entered.
Pardon my intruding without an introduction but Lucy said you would not mind.
Any friend of hers can be mine, if he chooses, I answered starting to rise.
Don't move, he cried, you look too delicious!
Well then, I laughed, I won't budge, look all you like, and I clasped my hands under my head.
Look-yes, with kindling eyes, but not long. On his knees beside me, he kissed my parted lips then shoulders; unbuttoned the bands and had me naked to the navel; a cry of lewd joy, eager kisses on breast and belly and then my stiff rosy nipples sucked and tickled with his tongue.
I was already heaving, when starting to my feet, he began unbuttoning my wrapper, fondling my legs and thighs, until one button remained fastened directly over my center of attraction, when raising his head:
Finish! he cried, and I myself unfastened the last bond and my hairy mount was naked to his gaze.
Heavenly! he cried, and yet a virgin; I cannot believe it! And his eager hand clasped the shaded hill and exploring finger sought an entrance to the cave beneath:
You are! he cried in loud and lewd delight.
A virgin still, a hot and amorous virgin! And lifting a leg over his head, he knelt between my wide stretched thighs and pressed his face against my quivering cunt; buttocks tight held, his lips with well schooled knack licked, then madly thrust its full length into my quivering sheath.
Shoots of heat flashed through me, I panted, sighed and squirmed and with faint squeals my trembling lips told him how happy his hot caresses made me.
You did it splendid, I cried, I can't wait. Give it to me fast, and as he passed his arms under me and grasped my buttocks in his hands, I heaving wildly, threw my thighs up on his shoulders and wound them round his neck; until the lightning lunges set the lava loose and I spent in heavy heaves upon his expert tongue.
A moment of soft sighs and then thrown back against the sofa's arms, he kneeled across my chest.
With quivering hands I pulled apart his trousers and held his long thick but time enfeebled cock in willing hands; played softly with it and the flabby sack and as its happy head began to rise seized the still red bulb in my eager lips.
What is it suck hard; it is stiffening, you are doing splen-d-i-d, my dear, your hot breath gives me heavenly rapture there-you lovely sucker- there it comes.
I gulped down the garnered sweets of those aged but still spermy testicles.
Rising naked, I bathed myself and then his withered member.
I don't like the feel of your clothes, I said.
Undress me then, he answered, and standing up, I took off garment after garment, kissing each part as I bared it; until he quivered under my hot lips. I liked it as much as he did, and when stark naked he threw himself back on the sofa, and made me roll, naked on the floor, turn and twist in every position my hot instincts and his spurring suggestions could invent; until he picked me up and leaning back against the sofa end, pulled me up on my knees before him and pressed my hot slit to his lips.
Oh, ravishing tongue, I can't wait; and with lascivious heaves, I spent deliriously.
As there panting, he gloated over me, I saw his pintle stiffer than before:
Let me eat it, I cried.
He ran over to the mantle and seized a candle, then handing it to me, he presented his big bum, and leaning over; Put it in my cul, that's it, shoot it further in. See? and as he rose up straight, his prick was stiffer than it had been yet.
Oh, I cried, a man's cock would be better than a candle!
Indeed it would, he answered, I will bring some nice stiff-cocked young fellow with me some day, and kneeling over me, my lips and tongue began to tickle, taste and munch his staff, while keeping time, I plunged the candle up and down his cul.
He quivered and shook in wild abandonment to his excited lusts, until my mouth and throat were slippery with a spending that would have done credit to a young and virile man. This novel method and the sight of his enjoyment inflamed me.
He pulled out the candle, pushed me over the end of the sofa and knelt before my broad backside, kissing the cheeks and even tilting his tongue in its crevice, till I wriggled wildly under his lascivious touches.
Then the slippery candle entered the narrow passage was urged gently in, until nearly its whole length was embedded in my arse and his strong arms lifted me up and strained my smutty sheath to his smuttier lips.
Tongue and candle thrust together, faster and faster, I could not hold back but spent copiously, but too quickly!
Don't take them out, I cried, let me catch my breath; I want another-I went off too soon! And his gentle lapping lips and tongue soon recovered me.
First softly his tongue wedged in, then a gentle in and out motion of my wax prick; then faster each, until my heaving belly and wriggling bum told him I was ready for his swiftest friction, and he gave it to me fast, hot and deep, and my spending soul threw my tired body into a nervous faint. He carried me to my bed, frightened at my limpness.
I am all right! I murmured, it was too much-too much happiness! And with a weak motion, I laid my head down in his lap, as he sat on the edge of the bed, and kissed his dear old prick.
As I turned, the candle still in my cul, made itself felt; so rolling on my belly, I asked him to take it out, and the lewd fellow did so with his teeth.
He bathed me and got me a fairy draught of brandy and soon I lay languid and content upon my bed, while he
