as if trying to find something, and at last get it, not at all where I expected she would have found it, but half-way up to his waist-coat! I felt as jealous as could be of the hot kisses I saw Charlie giving her, and of the joy I knew she must experience feeling his hand stroking her, as it did, between her thighs.
But Gladys, who perhaps noticed the shade on my face, came to me smiling, and gave me oh such a sweet kiss. What a mouth she had; what lips! It was a kiss which, woman as Gladys was, provoked desire even in me, who was, like her, all but a woman, for before midnight I expected I should be like her no longer a virgin! I returned her embrace with fire. My kiss seemed to electrify Gladys, whose thighs locked with mine, and whose hand sought for and pressed my bubbies. She flushed as she said, 'Ah, Susan, I see you are just what Lucia said you were! We shall be great friends, darling, I am sure. And how nicely you are made. You have quite a fine bosom, and I dare say,' she added with a meaning smile, 'you are as well made here.' (she let her hand fall as low as possible and press against my motte. And I hope you have brought us an ornament which will be as much admired for its beauty and delightfulness as I am certain your face and figure will be!'
And she kissed me again and again, looked into my eyes with hers, and oh, what eyes she had! They seemed to warm into my very marrow, and to dart torrents of desire and all-voluptuous longings!
Our embraces, caresses and kisses, made me for the moment half forget Charlie and Lucia, for I am a creature of impulse, and if my senses are powerfully affected, as they were at the moment by the sensation of Gladys' electrifying and really delicious charms, I cannot help yielding up to them. What a blessing this is for me! Dear reader, all men are the same to me! Yet that one who holds me in his arms is, for the while, the perfection of mankind! I forget all the others whilst I enjoy his vigour, his manhood, and the rapturous pleasure his exquisite prick gives me.
But if I forgot, or half forgot, Charlie, Lucia did not forget me. 'There!' she said. 'That's kissing and stroking enough, you two naughty girls! Gladys! Here is Charlie burning to know how his lovely cousin is made, and I am sure Susan would like to make his acquaintance, and that of holy Saint John Thomas, too!'
Gladys laughed, and I felt myself growing red-hot-not with shame, but with the immense pleasure I knew was before me. As I quitted the arms of the voluptuous girl, who had been adding fuel to the fire that devoured me, Charlie took me into his.
'How you have grown, Susan!' he said, as he kissed me, keeping his hot lips on my mouth, and passing his still hotter tongue along my lips from corner to corner.
'And so have you, Charlie dear,' I answered, as soon as I had the use of my lips to speak.
Charlie held me at arm's length, whilst he looked at me with eager eyes. His two hands held me under the armpits, and whilst he gazed at me as though he had that one chance of doing so and never would again see me and wished to remember me, he gently and gradually brought his hands towards one another in front, and then pressed them on my swelling breasts.
'What good bubbies!' he cried, and then he suddenly turned me round, so that I had my back to him, and pulling my head back against his shoulder, he again snatched the most voluptuous kisses from my mouth and felt first one and then the other of my breasts. Goodness, how different did his strong hand feel to Lucia's or that of Gladys! Surely, some strange influence-perhaps the male influence-passed from his palm into my bubbies, and thence down to my burning cunnie!
I know it was quite different to being handled by Lucia, though, oh, what pleasure she used to give me when she squeezed my bosom with her soft hands!
'Come!' cried Lucia, who had been with Gladys watching all this with eyes dancing with excitement. 'Come into the study, Charlie! Come, Susan, I want Charlie to assure himself, before me, that I deliver you a perfect maiden into his hands, and that you carry the warranty of your virginity in the pretty cushion between your thighs!'
Charlie put his arm round my waist and urged me towards the door through which Gladys and Lucia had passed, with eager but not unbecoming haste.
There was a large ottoman in this room (there were similar ottomans in every room in the house) and on this Lucia made us sit whilst she and Gladys stood before us.
'Now, first of all, Charlie, you must let me show Susan the Holy Saint who is to say his prayers in the niche prepared for him called her quim!
Charlie laughed and said, 'Certainly.'
Lucia with rapid fingers undid his waistcoat and his braces before and behind; then she unbuttoned his trousers down to the very last button, and, pulling up his shirt, produced what, to my heated imagination, seemed something much larger than I had ever expected to find a man's prick to be. Ah, how different is reality to imagination! I had had Charlie's beautiful prick before me in a picture, I had heard it described, I had formed an idea of its magnitude, bulk, length and power; but ardent as my imagination had been, minute Lucia's descriptions had been, the reality was vastly more splendid!
There!' cried Lucia, as she put my hand onto the delicious, hot, hard, yet velvety-feeling weapon, round which my eager fingers could hardly meet. 'That is the prick which took my maidenhead, Susan, and which will take yours! Oh, beautiful Saint John! Oh, glorious Saint John! Is it not grand, Susan? Now, is it not as delicious to feel as I told you it would be? But wait until you feel it walking up and down your little silky cunt, my dear. Oh, goodness! How I wish I had my first fuck to do again! Now, here! Put your hand in and get out the bag of jewels.'
I did so. I looked at Charlie, who bent his head forward, and as our mouths met, I had his magnificent balls in my hand. Oh, how nice, how extra voluptuous they did feel. There is something in the balls of a man which is more fascinating, more captivating than even his glorious prick in all its glory. Is it because his balls are the evidence of his manhood? I can't tell but I only know that I never tire of feeling a good pair; and I had, at that moment, a splendid, full, hard, big pair of them in my fingers, and could feel them slide from side to side, as I gently pressed them.
'Now, Charlie! Assure yourself of the existence of Susan's maidenhead,' and Lucia lifted my dress, petticoats and all, high over my knees.
Charlie needed no hand to guide his to my throbbing cunt. He only held me a little more firmly while he just pressed his curved hand and finger over my bushy motte and the soft lips of my palpitating quim, and then, putting his tongue deep into my mouth, he slipped his strong middle-finger as far as he could between the full, soft lips of a cunt which, except for Lucia's fingers and twat, had been virgin since it had been created.
Girls, dears! Wait until a lover does the same to you, and then you shall tell me if such caresses are, or are not exquisite!
'Well?' said Lucia, all avidity for Charlie's verdict.
'A perfect virgin,' he exclaimed. A first-class maidenhead. There can be no doubt about that.'
And now has she not a delicious little cunt, Charlie?'
Awfully good! Awfully nice!' was the answer, as his finger gently and sweetly worked up and down, killing me with pleasure.
'Let me feel her maidenhead!' said Gladys, coming forward.
Charlie instantly withdrew his hand and I saw Gladys give him what looked like a little packet of cigarettes. Then kissing me, she slipped her slender, long finger in, and smiling and flushing at the same time, said, 'Oh, yea! Most distinct! A real and true maidenhead! And what a darling little quim. Charlie, I wish you every joy.'
'Now, Gladys, I was the original discoverer of this wonderful virginity. So let me have a last feel of it, for I think it won't see the light of another day!' This was Lucia, of course, and her hand, oh, that dear little hand which had first made me aware of what immense resources of pleasure were concealed, unknown to me, in that dormant little cunt of mine, took the place of Gladys'.
But all these varying caresses, these different hands, these changing fingers, added to the state of intense excitement in all that highly susceptible region, produced a very natural, but apparently not expected, result. I had Charlie's glorious prick in my grasp again. It alone was capable, even so, of upsetting the equilibrium of my senses, but these fingers moving in and out…
'Oh, you naughty girl, Susan!' exclaimed Lucia. 'Just look, Gladys, she has spent all over my hand.'
'I am very sorry, Lucia. Indeed I could not help it,' cried I, almost in distress.
'Never mind, darling,' they all cried together, and Charlie again taking possession of my quivering cunnie, kissed me very passionately. I heard the door shut, and when Charlie gave one a chance of seeing, I found that we were alone. Gladys and Lucia had left the room.
