'Ah, but Susan has such an awfully nice quim. Let me enjoy it a little longer.'
'Nonsense, boy. Get up, I tell you. It is time we all bathed and dressed for dinner.'
'Ah well, I suppose I must. But oh, Susan, won't we just have a night of it? Do you like me, dear?'
Oh! I gave him such a kiss, and such a hug and such a sweet little buck, before he began to move, that he swore he never had had such a sweet, darling, responsive girl before in all his life.
'Did I not tell you she was a perfect diamond?' cried Lucia, delighted. Charlie slowly withdrew his ardent prick which, as it issued, sprang up as if it had been suddenly released from something holding it down, but the moment Gladys saw it she cried out, 'Why, oh, my goodness, Charlie! Your letter has burst!'
And so it had. Charlie's prick was entirely through it. It was all rucked up about the middle of its shaft.
'Jump up, Susan; come with me,' cried Gladys; and Lucia, taking me by the arm, pulled me in a way which rather alarmed me.
'Don't be frightened, darling,' said Lucia, 'but the sooner we get Charlie's spend out of you the better!'
I felt a great deal of it running out of me then. I could feel it running down my thighs, but the recollection of the tadpoles frightened me a bit, and I ran upstairs following Gladys as quickly as I could. She and Lucia took me into a handsome little boudoir, and through it into a fine bathroom where they made me tuck up my dress and petticoats, and sit on a small stool covered with American cloth, which felt very cool as I sat down on it. Lucia got a basin and put it between my feet, Gladys brought an enema and a bottle. Lucia got a small vessel and water, and in a wonderfully short time I had the tube in me, and a torrent of 'safety' liquid was cleaning from me that spend which had been so exquisitely pleasant to feel dashing into me.
Having tenderly wiped me between my thighs the two girls took me back into the boudoir, or as Lucia called it, the foutoir.
It was Gladys', and oh, so beautiful. That it was intended for the offices of love was instantly apparent. The wall was hung with beautiful pictures, some in oils, some in watercolours, some engravings and some beautifully executed pencil or crayon drawings, but all, whether large or small, were of the most exciting erotic nature. Venus and Adonis, Diana and Endymion, Jupiter and Leda, Jupiter and Danae and many other mythological love scenes were there, with innumerable others representing amorous couples under almost every conceivable circumstance. Even love in a carriage in Rotten Row was depicted, showing the possibility of a rapturous fuck in the very midst of a crowd. And all were really beautifully painted or drawn, by no means the work of an indifferent artist. A choice collection of erotic literature, some hundred volumes or so of prose and poetry, was in full view in a handsome bookcase. The very letter-weights on the writing-table were erotic-either human couples in the very act, or animals, such as a stallion and mare, bull and cow, and so forth. Of course there was an ottoman. How often, I wonder, has Gladys given some active lover of hers joy on it? There we sat and talked for a while until the handsome Annette came and announced that the bath was ready.
Oh, my dear male readers! If you only could have seen the three lovely, naked nymphs who bathed their charms in that splendid marble basin; if you could but have seen the equally lovely handmaid in all her beautiful nudity, plying soap and sponge and towel-I include myself, for I know I am well made and pretty-I wonder which one of us would have made your blood boil the hottest and quickest. All four of us were dark-haired, and nature had been kind in giving us plenty of glory on our heads and on our mottes too.
Gladys' bush was the blackest. Her hair was really black. She was most splendidly formed. Such shoulders, such arm, such beautiful breasts and thighs. No wonder men delighted in her. She looked voluptuous from head to foot, and was as voluptuous as she looked.
Lucia had taught me what pleasure one girl can give another, but her caresses, ardent as they were, paled before the glory of those which Gladys could give. I learnt much from Lucia, but oh, how much more from my cousin Gladys!
After our bath Lucia introduced me to my own foutoir and bedroom. Like Gladys' it was a very handsomely adorned room, with books, pictures, ornaments and everything of a luxuriously and voluptuously erotic nature. There was the ottoman also, and well did I use it during the next few days. For our lovers soon heard of my arrival, and came running up to town to see and taste their new mistress. The ottoman was the consolatory article of those who could not immediately secure the night with me, or with Gladys, or with Lucia, and came into play almost every afternoon. I have sometimes given delight to four different admirers in the course of two hours! I loved it, but I loved my bed much better.
And what a bed! I had never dreamt of one like it. It was immense and delicious in every sense. It was a four-poster of the most solid mahogany, its posts being of extra strength to support a huge mirror which formed its canopy. Mirrors also, slightly inclined inwards, formed three sides of it, so that I could see every movement of my lover, whilst I felt his action and his power. And my lover, whilst lying by my side, could see my naked charms in front of him, or as it were suspended over him. So that not only had I the pleasure of being fucked, but I could enjoy seeing myself enjoyed, and, as Lucia said, it was indeed a fetching sight.
We sat down eight to dinner. I was introduced to Allan MacAllan and the other gentlemen, and although nothing very spicy was allowed in our conversation, we had a very merry party in which the very restrictions placed upon us made our wit all the more poignant. By degrees I felt the ants crawling again. Charlie's prick had driven them away, but one fuck is by no means enough, and that a first one too. What added still more to the fire which consumed me was a small glass of some very delicate and delicious liqueur which we all partook of. It contained some powerful aphrodisiac, and I would have been better without it for I was burning. It took all I knew to prevent me making myself appear what I was, randy beyond anything I had ever felt.
But in Park Lane, we, though late sleepers, are early bed goers. At ten we said good-night to the gentlemen and retired to our rooms. Annette came to assist me to undress, and when I was naked she produced my nightdress. What a dress! It was of some exquisitely fine and absolutely transparent silken material. It had no sleeves, but it fastened round my throat with a ribband which ran through eyelet holes. It was open from top to bottom, but fastened just above my breasts by ribands which were tied, and again below my breasts, across my waist at my hips, but so that the ribands hid none of my bush, and again, but more loosely, at my knees. Its utility as an article of dress was nil, but it greatly added to the attractiveness of my charms by just veiling them.
I had no sooner donned this elegant costume than Charlie appeared, and Annette, wishing us a good-night, went off to prepare for her lover.
Oh, Charlie! No! My nightdress might be very fetching, but my naked skin was much more so. The moment he was naked, and he had stripped entirely, he untied all my ribbands, and there I was, as naked as himself.
Can I write down all the extravagancies of his behaviour- extravagancies which I, so far from finding outrageous, enjoyed to the uttermost? Ah, dear girls, dear readers, believe me, my pen fails me.
What a night we had! What kissing, caressing, fucking! If I had enjoyed what Lucia called No. 1, oh! how I revelled in No. 2! What extra bliss there was in No. 3! How superlatively delicious was No. 4! And we did not end with No. 9, because we began again on waking, and completed No. 12! After that Charlie acknowledged himself defeated! His proud prick begged for repose, and some time during the day he retreated to the country, having been, as he said, exhausted by the over-enjoyment of the naked charms of his charming cousin.
And so, dear reader, I come to the end of my story: she who knew nothing but sadness and loss found friendship and happiness, she who was all innocence and naivete gained knowledge and experience. The little country duckling became a beautiful town swan and thrived upon her new life in Park Lane. Within a week of arriving I had enjoyed all the other men who had been present on the night of my maidenhead's ravishment. Oh, such fine, thick pricks they had! Such big, ponderous balls! Such abundant bushes! But none, no not one of them, could compete with the dear man who stole my virginity with such tender love: his wonderful, stiff warrior soon revisited the scene of his sweet conquest and, each time, he was eagerly received by my swollen, quivering quim, always ready to be fucked and filled and stretched to bursting point.
