'Susan!' whispered Charlie, in a voice husky with excitement; dear boy, he was always excited, tremendously excited, when on the brink of a nice plump cunt. 'Will you give me your maidenhead now? Ah, say yes! I could not wait till bedtime.' I raised my face and kissed him, and whispered, 'Yes.' With a bound Charlie jumped up. He left me lying across the ottoman. I heard a quick rustling of clothes, and there he was, with only his shirt and boots and socks on. Whilst I looked at him he tucked his shirt up so that all his body from his waist downwards to the top of his socks was absolutely and perfectly naked. Oh, how I longed to see him as Lucia had drawn him, with nothing on but his skin; what a handsome object a well made naked man is! How different in every way was he from the slender softness of Lucia. Charlie's muscles seemed like engines of great force, as every movement of his made them play under his white and even skin, and how white his skin did look. I had no idea a man's skin could be so white, and it looked all the whiter from the contrast of the dark black hairs which grew in parts wonderfully thick over his body, down the outsides of his thighs and down his legs.
But what naturally attracted my most eager attention was that magnificent, glorious, handsome prick of his. To my astonished vision it appeared to have grown even longer, bigger and more rigid than ever. It seemed to me, lying down as I was, to reach quite an inch up over his navel, and it was pointing straight up, apparently at his chin. I noticed then the curious shape of the underside of its well-shaped head, as if it had been carved by nature into two curves meeting near the top, and gracefully sweeping down and asunder, one curve taking the right and the other the left. The shape of that head appeared to make the noble weapon it tipped perfectly irresistible, and I could see how admirably nature had formed it for penetrating. But, oh, could I possibly take in that huge (for it did look so huge) thing?
Surely my cunt was neither deep enough, nor wide enough, to admit it all, and, as Lucia had told me, I noticed that it grew broader and broader as it approached its base. I saw too, all along the front, as it appeared to me, a kind of supporting rod under its tight-looking skin, and of this Lucia had not told me anything that I could remember. And below, hanging in that curiously wrinkled pouch, which looked as if it had been sewn up all along the middle, were those delicious balls which I had been feeling. How big they looked, and how evenly they seemed to hang, each in its own pocket as it were. And oh, what a splendid bush there was, out of which all these splendours grew. Far thicker and longer and much more curly than either Lucia's or mine.
Charlie saw admiration in my burning and excited glances, and he gave me time to note all. Then when he thought I had seen enough for the present he said, 'Now, Susan, let me clear your decks for action!'
Oh, the swiftness of his hands! He had my dress and petticoats over my face in a trice. He tugged at the band of my drawers, and without mercy burst it. I heard the ripping and felt the tearing, as his powerful fingers tore through the linen, and the fresh feeling of the air on my belly and thighs told me that he had stripped the lower part of my body as naked as his own! I could not see, for my face was covered.
'Susan, darling!' he cried, his voice trembling. 'Here, look! Take this and put it on me.'
He handed me a curious-looking little thing which felt soft and elastic, and had a long deep line in it, for all the world like a little cunt. It was not thicker than an ordinary slate pencil, and about two inches long.
I looked wonderingly at Charlie, for I did not, know what I was to do.
'There!' said he. 'Take hold of me low down near my balls with your left hand. That's right. Now lay the letter on the top of my prick, only turn the other side (the cunt-shaped side) up. Now sweep your hand down, and that thing will open and cover me completely!'
I did exactly what he told me, and lo! There was his prick completely covered almost to its very end with a thin, transparent covering of india-rubber, which looked like another natural skin! This, then, was the covering of which Lucia had told me. I declare if it had not been for seeing this I should never have thought of the dangerous tadpoles! I was so eager, so anxious to be fucked that I had altogether forgotten the very serious lessons which dear Lucia had given me.
'Thank you, dear Charlie!' I cried. 'I know what this is for!'
'Lucia told you, I suppose?'
'Yes! She taught me everything!'
'You could not have a better instructor,' said Charlie, 'but now, my Susan, for experience!'
'Come!' cried I, lying back and opening my thighs wide, planting my feet firmly on the yielding ottoman.
In another moment, Charlie was between them and on me. I felt a thrill, not to be described for pleasure, as the soft-feeling yet powerful head, separating the lips of my throbbing little cunt, entered! The ease with which it penetrated astonished me. But it was in! In! I could feel it expanding and filling me as far as it had gone. But something inside me checked it, and Charlie, instead of trying to push it in any further, kept pushing his prick in and out, tickling me in so ravishing a manner that I held my breath to enjoy it the more. All my soul seemed concentrated at that one spot. Little throbs began to shoot all about it, and I knew I was on the point of coming! I expected every moment Charlie would plump deeper in; but he still continued his play, which was on the point of becoming disappointing, when I suddenly came!
Charlie had apparently waited for this, for the moment he perceived it he grasped me to him tighter than ever.
I felt a violent struggle going on. It was the expiring effort of my poor little maidenhead! Then something rent inside me, an extraordinary sensation of neither pain nor pleasure followed, the obstacle was overcome, and with alternate movements backwards and forwards I felt Charlie's prick rapidly gaining ground, and for the first time knew the infinite joy of being filled and stretched to the utmost by the power of man!
'Ah! Ah! Ah!' cried Charlie at each stroke, and his breath poured hot down my neck inside my collar. His balls touched me! I felt them! I bucked, and he was all in!
'You darling!' he cried, and then began the splendid, long strokes.
Gods! How nice it was! At first it did not tickle very much. The chief pleasure was feeling the alternating filling and contracting of my cunt, but after a few strokes the tickling from end to end began to grow more and more brilliant, until it seemed to me that I should faint from the excessive pleasure I experienced! There were perfect spasms, like electric shocks in their force and rapidity, which cannot be described; which, my dear girls, can only be experienced, and with all the most deliciously soothing sensations, feel indescribably delicious. Oh, my God! Was it not Rapture! Rapture with a very big 'R'! But alas, the longest fuck is always too short and Charlie's time was come! All of a sudden he commenced those rapid, short digs which sent me wild with an agony of delight! My entire body glowed with the white heat of the glory of heaven! My senses reeled; all the room seemed to whirl round and round. I felt that in another moment I must faint, when, crushing me to him, Charlie for the last time dashed his prick into me to its very furthest limit, and I felt his whole weight on my pimping motte. I felt as if a powerful pump were sending streams in jets against me inside. One, two, three, four, I counted-there were more- but I went into a half-swoon of ecstasy, and seemed to be quite lifted out of all connecting me with earth! I was in a kind of dream in which I saw angels floating around me, and felt the ineffable blessing of the peace of heaven.
But Lucia's laughing voice recalled me to earth, and I found myself still in Charlie's arms, and could feel his glorious prick in me, working, as if it were trying to burst my quivering cunnie by swelling itself out with repeated efforts.
'Well, Susan? Take your head out of the way, Charlie, and let me kiss my girl,' and I heard a smart slap on my lover's bottom, which vibrated all along his prick and made my cunnie quiver. 'There, there, my own darling Susan!' as she kissed me with impetuous kisses, 'Not much of a maidenhead left now, I fancy. Did he hurt you, darling?'
'Hurt?' I exclaimed. 'Hurt! Oh, how could it hurt me, Lucia dear?'
'Oh, all right,' she exclaimed, laughing, 'I am glad it did not, but sometimes it does.'
'By George, Lucia,' said Charlie, 'I can tell you it is well Susan has no teeth in her quim, or deuce a bit of a prick would I have left. Oh, if you could only feel her now!'
'Has she the nutcrackers, then?' exclaimed a voice which I knew to be that of Gladys.
'Has she? If you were like me and in her, Gladys, you would soon know.'
'Oh, Susan, Susan, you are an acquisition!' cried Gladys, moving from behind Charlie, where she had apparently been watching my behaviour, perhaps from the very beginning, for, once Charlie had begun to fuck me I had no senses to see or hear, and I don't know at what precise moment she and Lucia had returned to the room. She kissed me and petted me, and after a while, addressing Charlie, said: 'Is she still nipping you, Charlie?'
'I think that was the last,' said he.
'Very well. Get off her, then.'
