words to describe, and after he had again spent he allowed me to return home.
I was not certain whether he would come in the afternoon, but just after three o'clock I saw him coming. I had my clothes off before he came in. We went at once to the bed where, without any preliminaries, we again engaged in love's combat. After he went home I felt as if I were pretty well satisfied for once.
I have no trouble in supplying the wants of all three men. Mr. Brown only comes occasionally, but John and my bachelor friend are more frequent in their calls.
They are happy and so am I.
How We Lost Our Maidenheads
Chapter I
Yes, four of us! Four women left alone, up in the Catskills, at our summer boardinghouse. Four, who had met here for the first time and, being thrown together daily as the only guests, had begun to be confidential one with the other. Three of us were young married women whose husbands only came out to spend Sunday every week or two; the fourth was as old as the rest of us, but unmarried.
To describe the situation in a few words: we were four lovely women left alone in the mountains, and always ready to grasp at any new idea that would help us pass the long, lazy, summer days.
“Girls, this is slow,” said Mollie, a plump little brunette, one day as we all four were lying on the grass under the shade of a beautiful elm.
“Slow,” said I, “as stagnation.”
“Oh, I wish our hubbies were here; they'd make things lovely,” sighed the buxom Lizzie, rolling on her back.
“Oh,” laughed our unmarried companion Maude, “you look, Lizzie, as if you were getting in a position to receive yours.”
We all joined in the laughter, for Lizzie did look as if she were more than ready to receive between her extended legs anything manly the Gods would send her.
“Well, girls,” she answered, “you can laugh. I feel just that way; and I bet every one of you would like to have your dearly beloved come along and, taking you off in the woods, lay you on some nice green grassy bank, and give you a taste of his manly qualities. The very thought makes me hot.”
And the ardent girl looked so inviting that, feeling just as she did, I threw myself down beside her and placed my hand on her pretty leg. This was enough. She clasped me in her arms and her hand was quickly on my naked thigh; a second later, each was feeling a tufted mount, pressed forward to meet the caress of clinging fingers.
“Oh, how splendid!” cried the other two. And kneeling by us, the dear girls pulled up our clothes and, lost to modesty, we began a frantic friction of our ticklish titbits, while our tongues were thrust, first one, then the other, into each other's mouths. Soon our agile buttocks joined the dance, and the long restrained overflow of love's libation overwhelmed us with the soft rapture of completed pleasure.
Quickly the other two rushed into each other's arms; rolling, clasped together on the grass, they busied their hands with each other's mounts. In the meantime, we, throwing ourselves beside them, quickly pulled away all that hid their field of action, and soon we saw them dissolved in the same bliss we were still tingling with.
“That breaks the ice,” cried Maude.
“I thought your ice had never been broken,” said I.
“Neither has it,” said Maude. “You can feel for yourself.”
And I did. “Yes, girls, t'is a virgin.”
“Yes, I am a virgin; but I guess I know as much as you married women.”
“Tell us what you know,” demanded Lizzie.
“No, indeed. You three take turns and relate how you lost your maidenheads; and then 111 tell you what I know of men. The bashful virgin should be last.” And she laughed as she threw herself back, voluptuously.
“That'll be like a new Decameron,” said one.
“Or Heptameron,” said another.
“Ha, ha! So we all read them,” laughed the third.
“Oh, they're tame,” said our lovely virgin. “I like stories that tell the exact facts-call things by their true names. To hear prick or cock or cunt or cul or fuck or diddle or suck, called right out, adds a flavor of reality to the story; and I propose we give the history of our first amours, using the commonplace words.”
“Agreed,” we answered. “Who shall begin?”
“The oldest married first, and so on, down to the poor virgin,” laughed Maude.
“I was married three years ago,” said Mollie.
“That beats us,” I said. “Lizzie and I have only been married about two.”
“Well, then,” said Maude, the order of exercises is this: first Mollie's glass-breaking, second Lizzie's first lusty lunges, third Kate's first cock-catching, and fourth the history of Maude's many manipulations of man's member and her multitudinous manner of making as much as possible of her virgin opportunities.”
We all laughed and stretched ourselves out in comfortable attitudes. Mollie began our Tetrameron.
Chapter II
“You won't think much of my experiences, for when I got onto my nuptial couch, I had never seen a man's thing.”
“Stop,” we cried, “'thing' won't do; we agreed to call things by their real names.”
“Well,” amended Mollie, “when I went to bed my wedding night, I had never seen a man's cock. Of course I had seen boys bathing, and once or twice men, but I had never had a good look at their cocks; and I knew only very vaguely what my husband, Jack Strong, was going to do to me. When he came to bed and took me in his arms and carried his kisses from my lips down to my breasts till, wild with passion, I felt his naked belly pressed on mine-I did not know what that stiff thing was that came like a battering ram. First it beat against the insides of my thighs; then, guided straight, it struck between the lips of my slit and into the tight scabbard. Seizing my bottom in his hands, and with panting kisses all over me, he ripped and tore, lunged and plunged; then, with a mighty thrust, his darling spear drew blood and was throbbing wildly in the innermost recesses of my vagina. His hot lips smothered the shriek that came to mine. “'There, dear girl, it won't hurt again.' “And as he first gently drew it half out and then pushed it back-then faster out and faster in-a swell of emotion drowned all the smart; and when, with wild eagerness, his not-to-be-delayed lust frenzied him and his bold thrusts came like lightning flashes, and the fierce friction of my cunt's tender sides made me experience how delightful even pain can be, I felt the bold prick grow bigger and the swollen head explode with a shower of burning fluid, flying into my inner being and drawing from me a downpour of my own hot spending.
“Oh, the delightful slowing-down, the satisfied languor of the kisses, the delightful lassitude of all our members. And then, when he rose, lighting the lamp by the bedside, and bathed me off, I gladly yielded to his wish and took off my night dress. Naked together, with eyes and mouths and hands we eagerly examined and explored all the new heavens of delight we had for one another. I soon grew bold and held that dear fallen pleasure in my hand; and as his tender touches thrilled my still throbbing cunt, I fondled-first timidly, then boldly-that soft-skinned darling, which soon began to swell and grow with new heat. He cried, 'Let's have a good look at each other.'
“He lifted me up on my knees over his face and examined with rapturous words my quivering quiver, pressing hot kisses on it, and opening its excited lips with softly tickling tongue. 'Don't,' I cried, 'don't. It's too much.' But I was on my back as he knelt before me, and maiden modesty faded forever. I took the dear love-stick in my hand, examined and caressed it and its load of sweets below, and could not resist pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss on its ruby head. Whereupon, with a cry of delighted voluptuousness, he threw himself again flat on my belly and plunged his pleasure-giving prick deep in my heated cunt. Ah, how much sweeter this second-than my first-fuck. The burning smart of the bursting ram was dulled, and when the sperm shot in soothing showers deep in my vitals I
