tumbler of water, whilst she passed the rigid end right up her cunnie, until the shield came over its lips: holding the shield tightly against her cunt, she began to squeeze the bulb in the centre of the flexible tube, and soon I saw that the water in the tumbler was diminishing rapidly in quantity.
'Are you pumping that water into your cunt, Lucia?' I asked.
'Yes, darling, and it fills it deliciously.'
'There!' she said, relaxing her pressure on the shield, upon which the water rushed out of her cunt into the basin with a splash, 'there! that was very refreshing! Come, and let me syringe you, darling!'
'But,' said I, 'perhaps that won't go up me, Lucia! Remember I have still my maidenhead! No lover has cleared that obstacle away in me, as yours have in you.'
'Oh, that won't matter. You would have to have a very, very fine maidenhead to prevent this passing, and, as a matter of fact, I have felt my finger go past it.'
She caught me round the waist, and put her middle finger up my cunt as she spoke, until her knuckles touched its lips.
'There! I can feel your maidenhead plainly, Susan. The tip of my finger is a good inch past it. Don't you feel me pressing at it?'
'I do,' said I.
After this I made no further objection. The tube gave me a delightful sensation as it passed up. I held the shield firmly pressed against me. Lucia renewed the water, and worked the syringe. It was delicious! The water quite filled me inside and I had a kind of foretaste of what it must feel like when one's cunt is filled by a fine, voluminous prick!
Having dried our mottes, Lucia put away her syringe and sponge, and then we returned to bed, but she asked me to let her have a good long look at my cunnie, which, she said, was such a perfect jewel she wished to examine it thoroughly. To be able to do this with ease, she asked me to lie down on my back, across the bed, so that my legs might hang down over the side. I did so. Then, she fell to admiring my feet, ankles, calves, knees and thighs, kissing them all, as her wanton eyes wandered to regions higher still. It was exquisite, all these warm and almost passionate kisses!
'Now, Susan, darling! Put one leg over each of my shoulders. Ah, that is it. Now I have this sweet little cunt of yours in full view! Lie still, darling, whilst I examine it to my entire satisfaction, in all its beautiful details!
I lay quiet as a mouse. I felt her arms encircle my thighs, and her hands approach my motte, the long, curling bush of which she stroked, and then her fingers, separating and parting the hairs which crossed the soft entrance to my cunnie. These delicate little touches gave me infinite pleasure. It seemed as though Lucia delighted in giving me fresh and fresher experience. Presently I felt her press her thumbs gently so as to open the top of my cunt.
'Oh! the sweet, sweet, little ruby clitoris!' she cried, 'Oh, Susan, you have such a pretty, pretty little tongue here. I really must kiss it!' and down went her hot lips onto my cunt.
I cried out, 'Ah! Lucia! Don't do that, darling. That is not nice.'
'Not nice!' cried she, raising her head. 'Do you mean, Susan dearest, that I hurt you; that my kisses there are unpleasant to you?'
'No, darling, but surely it is not a nice thing to put one's lips on such a part of the body as that.'
'Oh!' said she. 'Is that all? Now, darling, I like to do it to you, and I like it done to myself, and I strongly suspect when you have had a little more of it you will like it extremely. Just see if you don't!'
Down went her lascivious mouth onto my cunt again. Really and truly I had liked it there the moment I felt what the sensation was like. I had only cried out because I felt the small stock of modesty I had left repugnant to such an action. However, as Lucia said she liked doing it, I did not mind, and I lay still.
But only for a moment, for Lucia, having seized my stiff little clitoris between her lips, began to mouth it, and to touch it smartly with her tongue in so ravishing a manner that I could not help crying out with the excessive pleasure she gave me. I did not resist, but I could not lie still. I moved under her devouring mouth, driven half frantic with the powerful sensations of exquisite, almost painful delight she gave me. Lucia seemed prepared for this, for she followed all my movements with skill and patience. If I snatched her electrified prey from between her lips, she instantly seized it again whilst her fingers tickled my motte or groin, or gently plucked at my curling bush. Presently she left my clitoris and ran on the line of my cunt with the tip of her tongue. I felt her face press my motte, her hands smoothly passing over my belly until they reached my bubbies. They took possession of them; my nipples were sweetly squeezed between her fingers, whilst she felt my breasts and magnetised them with her caressing palms. Her cheeks felt so hot against my thighs that they seemed to burn them. But oh, how to express my astonished sensations when I distinctly felt her tongue, gathered as it were into a rod, penetrate deep within my cunnie's lips, and touch the exquisitely sensitive Straits of Bab-el-Mandeb.
'Lucia! Lucia! For God's sake, don't do it any more. You are killing me with pleasure. Oh, dear girl, if you don't take care! I'm going to spend! I'm go… ing to spend! To spend I tell you! Oh… h… h… h… h!' and I felt a flood leave me. It must have inundated Lucia's face, but she only continued her actions, until at last, having spent several times, I actually managed, by drawing my foot up and planting my toes on a delicious, elastic breast, to push her away.
Like a tigress bereft of her prey, Lucia rose, with fire flashing from her eyes, her cheeks red with passion, her bosom shining from the moist offerings I had ejected, and seizing me by the thighs she placed me full length on the bed, and then sprang on top of me. With her knees she opened mine and forcibly spread out my thighs, and then commenced a passionate, amorous combat, for which, in truth, I was nothing loth. Our cunts seemed to fit, and our clitorises clashed, seeming to penetrate deeper than they had yet done. Our mottes got drenched with our mutual spend. I twisted, I wriggled, I fought valiantly, and played my part to perfection, for I was maddened with the almost supernatural excess of voluptuous feelings this lovely burning Sappho inspired me with. At length, after a struggle prolonged until nature seemed to become exhausted, Lucia lay motionless but panting on my belly, until we had both somewhat recovered our lost breath. Then, still lying between my thighs, Lucia raised her head, and looked inexpressible love, and kissing me with rapture, gently rubbing her bubbies crossways with mine, she said, 'There, Susan! I have no more to teach you of the pleasure one girl can take with another. Some women even prefer such delights to those which man can give them. I don't share their opinions, but after you have learnt what it is to be well fucked you must tell me.'
'Oh, Lucia, I can't tell! Perhaps I may after all find a sweet cunt like yours better even than a fine prick.'
'Well! I don't think so,' said she, laughing. 'But it is getting late, my pet. Come, let us go to your room. Your bed is probably dry by now, and mine, look at it! Swamped!'
And so it was. We rose, washed our cunts and bushes and thighs once more, and went to my room. Our modest chemises once again disappeared from sight under our nightdresses, through which the little hills of our bosoms made themselves very apparent, and then we got into my bed, and locking one another in our arms we soon fell fast asleep.
I dare say my reader will say that it was wonderful how an innocent girl like myself could have been so quickly converted into a perfect Lesbian. But, dear reader, if of the male sex, do you remember how quickly you learnt to love when the fair woman who first taught you what your prick was for, took it and pressed it in the velvet palms of her hands? After that first powerful appeal to your passions, how long did ignorance prevail over knowledge? Did you remain shy and coy, or did you plunge at once into that delightful vortex of voluptuous passion? I know your reply; you need not answer. And you, oh, sweet girl, when your eager lover first passed a passionate hand under your petticoats and, seizing the lovely prey of your ardent little cunt, glided a tempting finger into its hot depths, did not that sweet cunt beg you to listen to his prayers, and having once been ravished of your modest maidenhead, and having felt the rapture of that stalwart prick, the soft pressure of those pleasant feeling balls, and the inexpressible poesy of the movements of the blissful fuck, tell me, did you hesitate to open your thighs a second, a third, nay, a thousandth time to your nasty lover? Ce nest que le premier pas qui coute, after that the progress is rapid. Once the spark has been set to the combustibles, the fire rages. So it was with me. Lucia had suddenly attacked me by the weakest side; without knowing or thinking I yielded, and my readers will see if I have ever had reason to regret commencing a course of pleasure which has made my life up to this time one continual feast, one endless song of happy delight.
