CHAPTER VII
How much did you think I made, I, the voluptuous virgin, in the first month that I lived with Madam Lucy?
Five hundred dollars over and above all my expenses; and bought and had given to me, many lovely dresses and jewels.
Lucy was worldly wise and made me put the money in the bank at interest, and the second month I did even better as I did much outside work among those supposedly respectable lecherers, who would not be seen in a house of pleasure; but in the seclusion of one of their homes, love to snuggle in a wanton woman or stiff-cocked lad, and take their fill of pleasure at their ease.
I must tell you about two of my outside carousals, one lay and one clerical.
Lucy handed me a note one day. It said: Send your voluptuous virgin to my house tonight, quietly; I send a hundred dollars for yourself and if the frisky maiden is all that I could desire I will keep her for a week and pay her better than she was ever paid before.
Tonight at six, remember; for your picture of her lewd self has raised the god of concupiscence, ready to receive solace in her salacious mouth.
When my dear Lucy explained that Herbert Spencer was a rich bachelor of fifty, addicted to young boys, but who now and then for a change, liked to wallow in the arms of a woman as licentious as himself, and ending, said: I would probably find him accompanied by one or two young fellows, the present partners of his buggering lust.
Nothing daunted, I agreed to go, and just as it grey dark, rang the bell of a fine house and was admitted by a big Irish footman. Soon Mr. Spencer entered the reception room, bowed and seated himself somewhat in the shade, while I was in the glare of the light in a big lounging chair.
Madam Lucy did not tell me your name.
Call me Sue, I answered.
She said you were a maiden?
You can judge for yourself, I answered, and jumping up a knee on each arm of the chair, I leaned way back and lifted up my skirts as high as they would go.
My God! Lovely and lewd! And my new lover was on his knees before the altar and passionately exploring my virgin vagina.
I started and he following, must have had a good sight of my agile legs and bottom, as I went bounding up the steps two or three at a time. At the top, his arm was about my naked waist and leading me to a mirror he began to denude me.
As soon as he had stripped me, with a glad cry, he rushed onto me, but I dodged him.
No, sir, I cried, I like the contact of naked flesh to flesh, and so off went his coat and vest, and as he was eagerly pulling off his shirt, I on my knees, unfastened his trousers, and they fell to his knees* leaving his lovely long lance, a lewd cross for me to worship, as I knelt. My prayers were short, for Spencer was ready to spend.
Our first revel shall be with hands alone, he cried, so that our lustful eyes may gloat on one another's spending spasms.
And on the bed, half reclining, facing each other, he grasped my cunt and I his staff and with sweet harmony of joyful jerks and frenzied frigging, I soon bedewed his ardent hand with diddling dew, while his hot sperm flew high in the air on me-on him, and lay in little shiny pools on the bed.
Panting we clutched each other's forms and slimy as we were, tasted and kissed the wanton engines of desire-wanton, yet, after their first glad gifts to one another's ardent lust.
Then ample ablutions and prurient posing.
How his eyes glistened as with voluptuous abandon, I threw myself upon the floor and rolled and wound myself in well-exposing antics.
I danced in Bacchic fury, incited by his glad cries of voluptuous satisfaction; until he sprang up and holding out his rampant prick said:
Sue, see it is dying to be sucked in those sweet lips!
And this, I cried, opening wide my slit, is dying to be tasted by your tongue.
On a soft Turkish rug, heads to heels again, our eager mouths made merry with each other's cock and cunt. Soft kisses on each inch of lustful flesh, lewd licking of soft tongues and lewder lungings, when skirmishing ending, the battle raging, hot lips sucked and hot tongues fucked, until in dissolving agony, our fingers sought the only openings in our reach and added to our fire with agile penetration.
Both expert by experience and voraciously voluptuous by nature, our teeming wantons wrapt each other's souls into a paradise of maddest spending.
You are a Venus and a Satyr rolled into one! he cried, as he sat up and gazed at my quivering charms. The cup is only poisoned by the thought, that only for a week can I have you with me, for at the end of that time I shall sail away. Promise me to fill the cup to brimming while we are together!
And on his slimy spear, I set my seal.
If all the women had been like you, I should never have acquired my taste for Sodomy, he continued, as after bathing, he drew me onto his lap. I suppose you are disgusted with such practices?
No, I am not! I answered, nothing in sensual sensations disgusts me, I really enjoy tasting the manly morsel of a juicy prick; why should not men have the same enjoyments?
You lovely, smutty virgin-and you won't run away if I take half the stiffs of those fresh young fellows I have got staying with me?
No, indeed I won't! I answered, we will be partners in priapian pleasures. But where are they? I asked.
They will be home late this evening, I will not let them know that you are here until they come into the room tonight, naked, for a soiree in Sodom. Come, my dear, let us have a bath, and he started to ring the bell, then paused:
I forgot about Pat! he cried.
Who's Pat? I asked.
The Irishman who let you in.
Is he another of your harem? I asked laughing.
Yes, he is, Sue, he is blessed with the biggest, firmest pego I ever handled. If you are not too tired, you shall make his acquaintance now.
Tired? I never get tired, till I faint dead away; but there is no danger of that now, I am as fresh as a virgin whose hands have been tied all night, to keep her from frigging.
Herbert laughed loud, and lewdly groped me. Ringing the bell, he called to Pat through the tube to bring up a bottle of wine, and on the sofa, he held me naked in his lap. A knock and Pat entered.
We have been exhausting each other, Pat. Pour out two heaping bumpers and take one yourself.
The wine and the stalwart Celt put me on fire.
Now Pat, this lady is a virgin but a connoisseur in cocks, she says she has never seen an Irish specimen. Just go into the next room and strip and come back and let her see Paddy's prick!
In three minutes the naked giant entered.
Walk right up, said Herbert.
Heavens! I cried, what a monster Erin go bragh! and my eager hand could scarce encompass the royal sceptre of the house of Ireland.
See Pat, said Herbert, holding up my thighs, she is a virgin but hot as hell! Let me see you and her eat each other, and he pushed me into the arms of this big, fat Irish bull.
He was not bashful but picked me up and gave me the hug of a bear, rubbed his ponderous prick against my slit, between my bum and bubbies, when crazy with lust, I threw myself upon the monstrous sceptre and grasped it in my lips; with a yell he seized my bounding buttocks and buried his head between my legs.
Oh, the hot lipping and tonguing he gave my slit, while my overstretched lips were racing up and down upon that tremendous staff of coral, big and found as my wrist, and my hands were full of his hairy bollocks of this lively son of Priapus.