Are you weary of my wanton wiles? Only two short chapters more, and there Hilton will drop her petticoats for good, as far as you, dear reader are concerned.
Honestly, dear reader, if you met me in public, you would never think that modest and demure young woman was wanton Mrs. Hilton, nee Sue Suckit. But if you got near enough to feel the sensual heat radiating from me, you, if a man, I think would try to warm yourself at the glowing fire; at least most men that I have met, have felt that way, and I hope no cold clammy ardorless prick-heaver will read this book, but only those warm sensual natures, who reading, will be moved and holding this small volume in one hand, eagerly entering into the spirit of Sue's sensuality, will with the author, open wide the portal of priapian pleasures and take the standard Sue has raised by her lively lewdness and rubbing gently at first, pressing the soft skin down and letting the red head glow in lovely lustfulness, then harder up and down upon the white sceptre let it play, till as you reach where Sue is spending in some ardent man's embrace, you think that you are him and send the white and glistening shots in vivid fancy, deep into Sue's hot belly.
You would be welcome, dear manly reader-but I must hasten on. So let Sue kiss it, sir, before she brings this story to an end.
One day when both my lovers were away, Mr. Hoyt, my kind host called. His wife had sent him with some fruit and fresh eggs or something. As I thanked him, I remembered how he used to gaze on my neck and legs when I was living a virtuous life at his house, I will give you now, what you wanted then, I thought to myself. Lying spread out in a hammock, I said:
Come here, Mr. Hoyt, I want to talk to you.
Standing before me, I continued: Do you know how you used to look at me sometimes as if you could eat me up?
I did not mean to be rude, he said, but you were so lovely!
And have I grown uglier since? I asked, laying open my bare breasts.
Plumper and prettier, he answered, gazing ardently. I did not ask any more questions but quietly unbuttoned the whole of my wrapper and lay back naked, with my legs open.
Bashful no longer, with a bound, he straddled over the hammock and quickly his fine prick was pointed at my pussy and pressing in, good kind Mr. Hoyt fucked me finely. I kept him there two hours and naked together, got four firm fruity fucks out of his splendid spigot.
A day or two afterwards I was out walking in the woods and came across one of those Jew peddlers, who go wandering through the country; he had been eating his dinner and resting.
Don't you want to buy something, Miss-ribbons, lace?
Harry, that very morning as I went upstairs ahead of him, had thrust his hand up my clothes, between my legs and grasped my bush, when I sprang away, and trying to hold me, he grabbed my garter and it broke.
Have you any garters? I enquired as I fumbled over his goods. He pulled out of his pocket and showed me a pair of red silk ones. These will do, I said, if they will fit.
Trying on, is the only way to tell, Miss! Taking one in his hand and opening it, I seated myself on a grassy knoll and pulling up my skirts-my stockings reached halt way up to my thighs, but pshaw! Who minds this little Hebrew, so taking the top of the stocking, I pulled it well up, and kneeling between my outstretched legs, he fitted first one, then the other garter.
It was a fit and my little Jew had a fit too; for with one cry, he thrust his head under my clothes and kissed my hairy mount.
Stop! I cried, but he grasped my bottom in his hand and thrust his tongue into my slit. Then the impertinent rascal sprang to his feet and exposed himself, as they say.
Such a little fellow and such a splendid cock. It seemed almost as big as himself and before I could stop him, it was plunged to the hilt in my body. How the smutty little clip-yard worked! It was delightful and I soon gave up and let him fuck me to a mutual overflow.
The rascal's spear was one of the finest I had ever seen; rigid, rampant, immense and full of juice. One taste of it stopped all protesting and soon ready again, he mounted me behind and sent me squirming again.
Then, stripped naked, I let him do with me what he would and soon my hand was filled with a firm erection which I examined curiously, it being the first circumcised cock I had held.
Not satisfied, the lusty Jew knelt down between my legs and with expert tongue tickled me to an overflow; then springing to his feet, a fourth erection of delicious stiffness stared me in the face. Without a word, I pulled it to my face and sucked the sweet syringe of lust, till it spent.
He wanted to give me his whole stock in trade but I refused it all but the garters. I have them yet and happening to come across them today, reminded me of the Hebrew priapus.
Chap.-I was going to say chapter, but a 'chap' always stops me:
Oh, dear darling Chap,
Come, give me a scrap;
Pull me down upon your lap
Open wide your front flap.
The door to your middle,
The home of your fiddle
And make your bum wriggle
With a hot and juicy diddle!
Let me grasp your fine prick
Let me squeeze it and lick
I'm steady and slick
It slides in I wick.
With eyes all distending,
Tongue lewdly extending
And my soul all blending
To the sweet bliss you're sending.
With thrust and with brunt
As hot grows the wild hunt
Till with happy grunt,
Your sperm bathes my cunt!
Well, I don't apologize for dropping into rhyme. Diddling is dancing, dancing is music, music is. poetry and poetry is rhyme.
Think you there is no poetry, no music in the play of the pressing lips, or palpitating breasts, or heaving bellies and bounding bums, nor in the sweet suction sound of manly sperm, playing like a bow on a fiddle on the sensitive strings of a salacious slit.
But I promised to stop and will with a reminiscence of my virgin volupty in dear Lucy's house of pleasure in New York.
Over and over again Harry and Bob made me detail my experiences there and one day they resolved that we three should revisit the scene of my virgin volupty. And the very next day I clasped Lucy in my loving arms and introduced her to my uncle and husband.
Introduced? Within ten minutes I had the lovely woman reclining against me as I lay upon the bed, and had introduced both, their lovely pricks into her warmly welcoming slit and believe me they left both their cards, white, glazed, safely lodged in her carnal card case.
Lucy soon discovered how lewd we three were and as we four lay resting languidly, they from the fullness of fine fucking, I from Lucy's lovely lips and tongue, the charming woman spurred us to reviving luxury, by suggesting that I stay a few days and taste in real downright diddling, her patron's pricks, which as a virgin I had licked and kissed.
