We slept long and soundly after our exploits of the night, and it was already near noon before either of us awoke. Lucia cried out when, on looking at my watch, she saw what the time was, and without waiting to give me any more caresses, she fled to her room, bidding me at the same time to be quick with my toilet.
On going downstairs Martha met me in the breakfast room, and looked all astonishment.
'My goodness, child,' said she, 'whatever makes you so late this morning? I went to see why you were not up. It gave me quite a turn when you did not come down at your usual hour. I could not but think of your poor, dear papa, who died in his sleep. But when I saw you and Miss Lucia sleeping so calmly in one another's arms, and saw by your bosoms rising and falling that it was only natural sleep, I left off being frightened. Ah, you did look a pretty pair. I could have wished, though, instead of Miss Lucia, I had seen a handsome young husband in your bed, who on waking would have given his pretty bird a sweet wakening, as young, active husbands always wake their wives.'
As she was saying these last few words Lucia came into the room.
'What was that you were saying, Mrs. Warmart, about young husbands waking their wives?' said she.
'I was just telling Miss Susan how I wished you had been her young man, Miss, when I saw the two of you so fast asleep this morning when I went to call her, and I was a-saying that if you had been, you would have waked her in a way she would have dearly liked.'
'Ah, true enough. So I would, and I can tell you, Mrs. Warmart, that when I saw how nicely Susan is made, I wished I was a young man myself last night, twenty times.'
'Ah, well, young ladies!' replied Martha, laughing, but still sufficiently seriously. 'You must not let your imaginations run away too much with you. Young men are not to be trusted, remember, and temptation comes very often when one is least on one's guard, and what is pleasure at first often ends in pain at last.'
'Yes, Mrs. Warmart, that I believe is true enough! But now have you any breakfast for us? I am hungry enough to feel that I could gobble up Susan, and if I let my hunger get the better of me I would make a complete end of her, which is more than the young man would do.'
Martha laughed and quickly put our breakfast on the table. Lucia and I, famished with our long fast, gladly fell to, and we both ate heartily.
Ah, now I feel better, Susan. How do you feel this morning? None the worse, I hope, for our delicious tete-a-tete last night?'
'All the better, I think,' said I, 'only I feel rather stretched in the thigh joints.'
'So do I,' said Lucia, 'now that comes from want of practice. It is such an age since I opened my thighs to anyone!
'However,' she continued, 'it won't be long, I hope, before I shall have lots more practice that way; and my lovely Susan shall begin hers. Oh, Susan! How I almost envy you, to know for the first time what a man is.'
I laughed.
'Look, darling!' Lucia ran on, 'I want to write a letter to Gladys, and to do one or two little things for myself, so I'll just run up to my room. You won't mind my leaving you for a little while, will you?'
'No, dear!' I said, 'I will go and feed my little pets and gather some flowers…'
'And dream of young men!' laughed Lucia.
'Very likely,' said I, 'especially when I have gathered a bunch of cunts.'
'You darling!' exclaimed Lucia, kissing me in her boisterous manner, 'You deserve a most luscious fucking, you come so quick in mind and body,' and pressing me once more in her arms, and kissing me again, she ran off.
Often and often have I wondered how I never seemed to see an inkling of that hell which I have so often read of as being the immediate result of following the natural bent of one's desires. I so often read, and have so often heard good people say, that the inevitable result of 'sinning' (and in the eyes of 999 out of 1,000 good women, fucking with anyone not one's husband is sin-hardly anything else being so) was miserable repentance, and a wretched state of one's conscience.
With me it has been just the reverse. I admit I have been fortunate, in so far as my acts have not been productive of unhappy results. I have no doubt we all regret having done anything which produces unfortunate consequences either for ourselves or for others, but such acts may not necessarily be sins. I don't know that a married woman enjoys her husband any the more because what he does to her in bed is 'lawful and right'. I fancy a prick is a prick, and a cunt a cunt, whether the conjunction of them be 'lawful' or 'unlawful'. All I know is, that whether the prick be that of a married or of an unmarried man, it makes no difference to me, so long as it be a good one, and well wielded. My cunt seems naturally formed to receive pricks, and all I can say is that those men who are gentle in idea and behaviour are ever welcome to it, and afford it and me such pleasure that I never say 'no' unless prudential reasons cause me, with a sigh, to decline the delightful offering. I don't know what the current of my thoughts was that morning, but I imagine I was looking forward to those halcyon days when, according to Lucia, I should have the voluptuous delight of knowing, from vivid experience, what it felt like to have a handsome and vigorous man stretched at full length between my glowing thighs, delighting me with his caresses!
When I came in an hour later, Lucia was still upstairs, and I sat down with a book in my hand, but my mind was still running on the pleasures I had so lately learnt.
After a while Lucia came downstairs, dressed ready for a walk, and holding a sketching block in her hand.
'Come, Susan dear,' she said, 'we breakfasted so late that I think neither of us could eat any lunch. Let us go out for a ramble over the fields. We will take some biscuits in our pockets, and I may show you some sketches I made. Perhaps if I can find a pretty view I may make a sketch this afternoon.'
'All right, Lucia!' I cried, and running upstairs, I quickly put on my hat and light jacket, and joined Lucia down in the breakfast-room.
We sallied forth, having first told Mrs. Warmart we might not be in again for some hours.
'Ah, that's right, Miss Lucia!' said the old dame, looking at my sweet cousin with beaming face and smiles. 'You are the right sort! I do believe that if you had not come here, poor Miss Susan would be sitting indoors now, moping to death.
'Susan,' said Lucia, as we made our way along the path, 'do you know one of the things you should carefully cultivate is exercise, good outdoor exercise, and walking is one of the best, because it is the least fatiguing, whilst at the same time it calls into play every muscle of your body. A good walker always carries himself upright: he gets good, square shoulders, and a fine, projecting chest, and he is always in good trim. It adds firmness to the flesh, and tone to the body, and a girl who wishes to preserve a good figure, to have firm breasts, firm, round and delightful to see and feel, can't do better than take plenty of walking exercise, in the fields if possible. Besides the mere healthiness of the walk, there is another and not unimportant reason.
Now although, as I explained last night, the sponge and syringe are perfect safeguards against the insidious approach to our wombs of the active spermatozoa, yet, if it be possible to still further defend ourselves, we should be foolish not to do it. Now, without being in the least degree uncharitable towards my neighbours, who in public denounce what they call illicit intercourse with men as sinful and wicked, yet my own experience has shown me that a very great number of ladies, both married and unmarried, have their lovers, whilst I know that numbers of shop-girls and servant maids have theirs also, and I do not think I am at all overshooting the mark when I say that at least one half of those shopgirls and servant maids have their lovers at least once a week, if not more often.
'But, as hardly any of them use any precaution whatever, it should follow that half the nubile women should, whether married or not, be always in the family way, whereas the truth is that this is not so, and why? Well, most of the girls of whom I speak are obliged to have their fucks either in the fields, or in some hidden corner, not in bed, and so soon as Master Johnnie Prick is out of their cunnies, the girls spring to their feet so as not to attract attention should any chance passenger come by.
'The consequence is that the seed has a tendency to run out of their little cunts. This I believe to be the reason why servants and shop-girls so frequently escape being impregnated.
'But take young, married couples. Now I think you may be sure that during the honeymoon fucking is the constant action which goes on. By rights, then, every young, married woman should have a baby in nine months from the time she first went to bed with her husband. The facts however are against this theory. It is so comparatively rare for a baby to appear so punctually that when one does keep such excellent time, the husband gets clapped on the back, as if he must be a splendid performer, a perfect stallion, a grand bull, whereas, if the truth were known, his wife is rather a lazy young person, who prefers lying on the sofa to going out for a walk! By and by, you will, when in society, have opportunities of observing the truth of what I say- viz- that the active young wives who walk are much longer free from pregnancy than those who do not walk, and that the worst thing a girl who wishes to become a mother can do, is to be active on her feet, or on horseback! Consequently, girls who, like myself, have no right husbands, but dozens of ardent, strong-backed lovers, can't do better than take plenty of exercise, either on foot or on horseback, as it is an additional safeguard from having a swelling and inconvenient belly!'
I listened quietly to those words of wisdom, and I strongly recommend my dear girl readers to mark them too, and to put in practice the sound advice of my dear cousin Lucia. For, however delightful fucking may be, there are people who could not stand in the light of day if the results are to be an increase of the population, and you, dear unmarried girls, are of that number.
Having at length arrived in a field of several acres' extent, with high hedges all round and trees dotted here and there, Lucia said she thought we might rest under one of the trees, and she would show me her sketches. She chose a spot some distance from the path, and the moment she produced her water-colour drawings from the pocket of her sketch-block, I saw why she had gone so far from where any chance passer-by might see her pretty pictures, or hear our conversation!
My breath was almost taken away when the first she put into my hand represented a fine and handsome young man, perfectly naked!
Everything was there! The picture was perfect! It was beautifully done, and was a portrait. I could recognise the features of the handsome, manly face of my cousin Charlie Althair; but I did not scan those features so eagerly as I did certain others, half-way between his chin and his feet. For there I saw most beautifully delineated the charms, the charms, which affect a woman most powerfully. The moment Lucia had chosen to represent, was when Charlie was not in that state in which his lady-loves most liked to find him; in other words, he was in a state of complete repose. Lucia had drawn his bush perfectly, and out of the lower portion of it grew that sweet, sweet chubby prick, reposing on a pair of well rounded, tightly closed-up balls. I could see at once that it was an exact representation, though I had never seen the real object of which I had the portrait before me. I felt my cheeks crimson, and my stays grew so tight on my bosom that I felt like choking.
Lucia said nothing. She very quietly watched my increasing agitation until I turned my burning eyes on her face.
'Well, Susan! That is Charlie Althair, in puris naturalibus! What do you think of him?'
'Oh, Lucia! And did you do this yourself?'
'Yes, dear. But it was difficult enough to get Charlie as quiet as that,' and she laid the point of her pretty finger on his prick. 'That article, when I am near, is generally in this condition,' and she slid another sketch over the first one in my hands.
'Oh! My!' On gazing on this second work of undoubted art and skill I could not resist giving vent to a cry of admiration and wonder. For there, in all its glorious might, power and beauty, was what I presumed was the same prick, but erect, grand, swollen, big and certainly as still as if carved out of living flesh-coloured marble. Its curious, wonderful-looking head was uncovered, and for the first time I quite understood the vivid description Lucia had given me of this beautiful member the night before. How I studied it! How my cunt burnt and throbbed at the sight! I could feel my breasts swell, their nipples grow hard and my clitoris stand. I was forced to put my hand between my thighs, and Lucia, delighted, gently pushed me on my back, and looking carefully round to be sure no uncalled-for intruder was near, she quickly slipped her hand under my petticoats, found my beating cunnie, and gently insinuated a spend-provoking, but most grateful finger deep between its burning lips.
Whilst she thus imitated the movements, I held before me the delicious object her pleasant finger represented to me very palpably. Oh, let the day soon come when, instead of a girl's finger, this glorious prick might invade my longing cunt, and I might feel on my rounded haunches the weight of those splendid balls. I could have lain so for an indefinite time, but Lucia, always careful, said the place was too open, and that such exquisite sports were better deferred until we could safely indulge in them where, by no possibility, prying eyes might see us at play. Reluctantly I resumed my sitting position, and Lucia replaced my petticoats, but my faithful Spot came sniffing, and Lucia laughingly lifted my dress for him, saying that no doubt his tongue would be as clever as her finger. Good, dear Spot. The first male being that ever kissed my cunnie. How grateful to your loving mistress was your soft, hot tongue that afternoon! Picture after picture did Lucia show me, most of them illustrative of amorous couples indulging in the joy of erotic bliss. Drawn by the hand of one who fully sympathised with all she had delineated, and by a hand evidently possessing marvellous skill and dexterity, these pictures were really gems of art.
Nothing could more powerfully appeal to the passions than these lovely, living representations did, and had Lucia doubted my perfect willingness to embark on a career of Paphian exploits, she could not have possibly hit upon a better method for convincing a hesitating mind. My mind, however, required no further encouragement than it had already received from her words. These voluptuous actions, transferred in all their naked beauty to the papers I held in my hands, only tended to increase the eager desire I had to take my part in the most delicious and exhilarating of all pursuits. Again and again I looked them over, and begged for more and more, until Lucia wisely said that my colour was so like that of a peony, we must really continue our walk, until my cheeks had resumed the natural rosy tints which usually adorned them. So Spot was relieved of a duty, he had apparently relished, and one he had performed marvellously well, for though I had spent perfect floods the faithful dog had allowed none to run to waste.
'Oh, Lucia!' I said, as we continued our walk, 'when shall I be able to go with you to Sunninghill? For I am to go with you, darling, am I not? You would not leave me here to mope after you had gone?'
'Of course you shall come with me, darling Susan I!' she cried. 'But so much depends upon old Penwick. I think we must hurry the old gentleman up. We will go and see him in his office tomorrow when we go to Worcester.'
'And does Gladys know I am coming with you, darling, dearest Lucia?'
'Oh yes. But until she gets my letter, which I sent to post this morning, she won't know that our snug Nunnery is to have another lovely novice. We won't go to Sunninghill, Susan! We shall go to London, where I am badly wanted. Read this,' and she gave me a letter, evidently written by a lady from the character of the writing. It ran thus:
Dearest Lucia,
When are you coming back? When will you be able to leave our little country cousin, and return to the disconsolate swains who, poor fellows, we are obliged to tell that they cannot be accommodated because our loveliest girl is away? I hope you are not playing fox, and that all this while you are enjoying the pleasures of love with foxhunting squires, grave country curates, or handsome young farmers. What is Susan like? Has she any penchant for our naughty ways? Have you sounded her? Do you think, supposing she is pretty enough-and she should be, as she is of our same blood, a blood which has never produced an ugly child yet-she could be induced to give up her chance of a single husband for the certainty of a plurality of much more interesting and ever fresh lovers? To be plain, do you think she will fuck, if the chance be offered her of doing so without fear of evil consequences? Of course, unless she is naturally inclined to do so, I don't advocate her coming as a nun, and just now it would be awkward to have her as a guest, for never have I known so busy a season. Our guests are numerous, and not a bed unoccupied from one end of the week to the other. If those beds could speak they would tell us some pretty stories. I believe adultery is greatly on the increase, and some of our ladies have more than one lover apiece. Poor Annette and I are, however, really to be either greatly pitied or immensely envied. I don't know which, for sometimes I feel as if my back were broken, I get such a lot of it.
Not one single night for the last three weeks in bed alone, and a fresh man every night, not the same man twice in a week. It is the same with Annette.
My usual time will be next week, and there will be only Annette. So do, for goodness sake, come, if only to pay a flying visit, but come and relieve us for that week, otherwise I fear our disappointed lovers may fly to fields not so wholesome as ours. Bring your own dear little cunt to the rescue, and if possible bring Susan's also.
Charlie Althair says he has not had a real good night since he last had you. I believe he has adorned his prick with one or two more maidenheads whilst you were away.
He loves tender virgins, and makes them love him!
Adieu, darling Lucia. I am to have Sir Thomas Gordon tonight. You may remember I had him about eighteen months ago at his mother's house.
Your poor loving cousin,
'GLADYS'
'Well,' said Lucia as I handed back the letter, 'what do you think I told Gladys in my reply this morning?'
'I suppose you said that you thought I would go with you, dear.'
'Yes, indeed, I did. And I said more! I told her that you were absolutely beautiful from the crown of your head to the soles of your feet, and that your disposition was so amorous, your temperament so ardent, that you would be the very finest possible acquisition. I told her that I had found you, darling, in a state of extraordinary simplicity and ignorance, but that the moment I reflected from the mirror of my mind and my experience the ways of enlightening knowledge, you had spread out not only your lovely, rounded bosom, but your exquisitely chiselled thighs to receive all I had to give you. I said that so plentiful was the will of love, between the aforesaid voluptuous thighs, that it hardly asked to be touched before it overflowed with the offerings of sympathy, and that though the sweet cunnie sheltered by its lovely bush, and was virgin of virgin, yet I knew that, short as had been the period since it had first been excited to mobility, it would gladly accept the sacrifice of its peerless maidenhead, and admit the stalwart prick of that happy lover who, alone of men born of women, will have the delicious privilege of carrying the light of knowledge to its hottest depths, I-.'
'Oh, enough, enough!' I cried laughingly, putting up my hand to stop her torrent of words, 'I am delighted you told Gladys all this, and oh, Lucia, I do long! I do long for that perfect knowledge which you have so eloquently described.'
'And your longing shall soon, very soon be indulged,' cried Lucia. 'Oh, we must hurry up old Penwick, and perhaps within a week my Susan shall have had not only one, but twenty, thirty, forty good, solid, succulent fucks!'
I bounded on, leaping and running, so great was my excitement. Never, never, was a girl more madly happy than I to hear this, and yet hardly twenty-four hours had elapsed since, to all intents and purposes, my now raging cunt was dead asleep. Oh, how wide awake it was now!
I asked Lucia to let me read Gladys' letter once more. It interested me, but I did not understand the whole of it.
'What does she mean by our guests, Lucia?'
'Oh, they are people, ladies and gentlemen, but chiefly married ladies who, wishing for a change of diet, long for flesh pots they don't find in their husbands' beds-in other words, married ladies who fall in love with other men. They find it difficult to indulge their very natural passions in their own houses, still more difficult to do so in the houses of their lovers, and are afraid to go to hotels for fear of being recognised by other visitors there. We know so many people in high society that we know those whom we can trust, and there are ladies amongst our friends who sympathise with the anguish of lovers panting to enjoy a good fuck, and we permit our house to be named as a safe Bower of Bliss, where snug rooms, and comfortable beds, and perfect incognito can be found. We get a note, say a day or two before the happy night fixed upon for the full enjoyment. Gladys or I meet the lady, as it were by accident, at our friend's house, and the matter is quietly arranged. We ask the lady to dinner, she gets another invitation from our mutual friend to a quiet ladies' party at her house, she accepts the latter, tells her husband she is going there, but comes to us instead. Her beau, if we don't know him at first, comes to our house at dinner-time, mentions the name which his lady is fixed on to bear in our house, and is admitted as a matter of course. We sometimes sit down to dinner as a party of eighteen or twenty; five of the twenty may be my lover, Gladys', Annette's, Gladys, and I; the remainder would be seven couples who come to enjoy a sweet half or whole night in one another's embraces, and the odd are either a guest, a lady friend, or a gentleman for whom we can't provide a bed and a cunt.'
'And do these different couples know that the others are also going to fuck, Lucia?'
'Not unless they have intimate acquaintance with one another. Our rule is that when at the table, or in the drawing-room, only the manners of society as it exists are to rule-i. e, there must be no amorous talk or play. A stranger would have no idea that anything more than a social meeting was intended, and I can assure you our reunions are delightful, as everyone is in a state of excitement more or less subdued, and all are expecting a delicious time in a few short hours. You will see that about 10 o'clock, as the time goes, people will rise to go away. Gladys will press them to give her the pleasure of their company for a little longer. They will excuse themselves, but as they leave the room, they go upstairs instead of down; and after the ladies have had a few minutes' grace, to arrange such little matters as they would not care to settle in the presence of their lovers, the gentlemen follow, discreetly kept from treading on one another's heels by either myself, Gladys, or Annette, who keep them in conversation until the coast is clear, when a gentle “good-night” and pressure of the hand tells them they can safely go to the rooms where their respective ladies are undressing and preparing to receive them.'
'So in that way, I suppose, you prevent one gentleman seeing where another goes?'
'Quite so; not only that, but we are so clever that no gentleman sees another go upstairs at all.'
And how do they know their rooms, because if they are strangers to the house, and there are so many bedrooms, how can they avoid making a mistake?'
'That is very simple. We tell their ladies to give them the hint at dinner. In each guest's wine glass is put a flower, different to any other in the room: say one is a carnation, another a rose, another a lily or whatever you like. When the gentleman goes upstairs, he looks for a door having his flower in the keyhole, and opens it, walks in, and there is his lady, more or less undressed. Nothing can be more simple or well contrived, my dear Susan.'
'But surely they must notice that every keyhole has a flower in it! And would not that make them suspect that others were on the same errand as themselves?'
'Oh, my darling Susan, you may be sure that men and women of the world have an immense amount of discretion, and don't see more than is needful. No doubt they do see a lot, but they say nothing, and, as a matter of fact, everybody minds his own affairs. We never have any trouble. Our guests must be well recommended, or else they would get no invitations, and the recommendations we get come from the highest quarters!'
'But,' I persisted, as idea after idea presented itself to my mind, 'it must put you to a lot of expense, all these dinners and entertainments.'
'So it does,' replied Lucia, with gentle acquiescence, 'but Gladys is rich, and so am I, and even if we wished it we cannot prevent very handsome presents being made us, not only by our own lovers, but by those who reap the advantage of acquaintance with us: all goes to help, but our motives are not mercenary-we live the merriest, most delightful of lives, and what we do is from a love of pleasure. You see, we have no object on which to spend the seven or eight thousand a year we have between us, and so we can afford to be generous to Love. As it is, we do not spend half our income.'
'Ah, that explains it all,' I said, 'but tell me, Lucia, who is Annette, whom you mentioned just now?'
'She is our confidential maid, a most lovely girl, whom a young Henry Pendleton seduced; she was his sister's maid. I took his maidenhead, and he continued by taking Annette's, but unfortunately his mamma found her in his bed, and turned her out of doors then and there. Her parents, being strict Presbyterians, would not take her back, and she would have gone on the streets as a last resort, or drowned herself, had not poor Henry, in a state of anguish, for he is a dear, kind hearted boy, written and implored me to help Annette. I sent for her and saw her. Her exceeding beauty at once recommended her to me, and I took her on as my own maid. Little by little I found she was as amorous as a pigeon and I proposed to her to admit a lover of mine, whom I could not take because another had a pre-engagement with me one night. She was delighted, and I heard such an excellent report of her next morning that I took her on as my aide-de-con!'
'Aide-de-camp!' said I, 'Lucia, you don't pronounce it properly!'
'Don't I, dear? Well, I think I do! Con is the French for cunt, and I say truly when I say that Annette is my aide-de-con!'
I laughed, and was delighted at this new kind of staff appointment!
'So, I suppose, I am an aide-de-con that is to be, Lucia?'
'Of course, darling, if you like to look on it that way; but I hope you will always remember that, whereas by her agreement Annette must take any man we give her, you come to fuck, or not, as you please. You are, and will be, entirely your own mistress in that respect. We shall introduce gentlemen to you, and it is for you to introduce them or not, as you please, into your charming little cunt!'
'Oh, I don't think I shall raise many objections,' said I, laughing.
'Nor does Annette! She is as lewd and lascivious as I am, and that is saying a good deal, my Susan!'
In this delightful manner we wandered on, chatting and laughing, and picturing all kinds of lovely events, when our conversation turned once more on the danger unprotected fucking, a subject Lucia was extremely anxious to bring well home to my mind, and when once more she commenced holding forth about those most interesting but dangerous little atomies, tadpoles in the spend of a man, I said to her, 'Lucia, you talk as if you had actually seen the horrid little things!'
'So I have!'
'How?'
'Through a microscope, darling!'
'But how? When?'
'I will tell you,' said she. 'But here is a nice shady place. Sit down, and try not to grow so red as you did over the picture of Charlie Althair's prick!' 'Oh, do let me see those pictures again! I can listen whilst you tell me all about the tadpoles!' 'Most appropriately, too, Susan, for it was from Charlie Althair's balls that they came!' 'Was it now, really?' I exclaimed, as I once more gazed with extraordinary pleasure on their vivid-looking portraits, 'From these dear balls! Oh, how I shall like to see the real articles myself some day!'
'So you will, Susan darling, and soon! Do you know, I have been thinking that as Charlie Althair took my maidenhead, it would be as well if he had yours also, Susan! What do you think? Of course you have a perfect right to do with your own what you like, and maybe you might prefer some other man than Charlie to do that pleasant job for you. You have only to say frankly what you wish. It would be easy to have a half-dozen handsome young bucks for you to make your choice from.'
'Oh, Lucia!' I said, feeling half suffocated as the reality of the nearness of what I now most longed for became more and more apparent, 'I don't think I can hesitate. It is true I don't know my cousin Charlie very well; still, I have seen him, and he has kissed me, when I was a little girl and he was growing up into a young man. I think we should look upon this as a family matter, and settle it in the family; so I think I'll give Charlie my maidenhead, if he thinks it worth the plucking!'
'If he thinks it worth the plucking!' exclaimed Lucia. 'My dearest Susan, if we only had time, I should say, let Charlie beg and implore on his knees for such a priceless boon as the granting him a fuck at all! But it is imperative if you are to join us, that you should commence operations at once, and as before any real work can be done, your maidenhead must go, I say let Charlie have it. He is a dear, nice fellow, a splendid bedfellow, and I don't know any man I could better recommend to you, darling!'
'Very well, then that is settled, Lucia. But do tell me now about how you saw the tadpoles!'
'Well,' she said, 'about eighteen months ago, that is some time in the early spring of last year, Charlie came to see us in Park Lane, where we had gone to prepare for the London season. Frank Holt, the famous portrait painter, had just finished my picture, and we had invited him and a few of our most intimate and trusted friends to see it. Charlie had written to say he was afraid he could not come then, as he had an engagement in the country; in fact, as usual, he was after a virgin, and was fast bringing her to hear reason, and he could not afford to leave her just when he was apparently on the point of victory. Now, Charlie is one of the very best hearted fellows going. There is a girl, a clergyman's daughter, Clara Dobbs, whom he had induced to take him between her thighs some twelve months previously, a fine, handsome creature, very spirited, amorous and passionately fond of fucking; a girl in fact, whom we all like, and who, when she heard of the advantages of our society, required no pressure to make her join it con amore. It was easy for people in our position to make the acquaintance of her father and mother down in Buckinghamshire, and they, good simple folk, were easily induced to let Clara visit her rich and fashionable London friends. We have had her father and mother up, too, to stay with us with Clara, and that, too, at times when we might have seven or eight beds occupied by amorous couples, one of them having Clara herself in it with Charlie Althair or some other fine young fellow, and you may judge how extremely well everything went off, and how well we managed things, when our guests, the Dobbs, old people, never smelt a rat, and imagined the house was fast asleep, whilst the most lively performances, in which their own daughter was playing her part, were going on!'
'But, Lucia, what has this to do with the tadpoles, dear?'
'Now, Susan, have patience. You must always let me tell my story in my own way.'
'I beg your pardon, darling! I won't interrupt again-it is really most interesting. You are very, very clever people.'
'Well, as I said before, it was Charlie who first taught Clara how to fuck, and gave her that taste for it which will never fade as long as her cunnie retains its lively powers. He was exceedingly proud of having gained this maidenhead, because Clara had been really very strictly brought up, was old enough to know all about the relations of the sexes, and was in fact not at all a girl to be surprised by her senses into any false step. It took Charlie nearly three months of the most careful and assiduous attention to bring her to see the joy she might have if she admitted him to her bed, but at last she did, and it was in her own father's house that Charlie assailed her lovely cunt, and took the maidenhead she had guarded so well. From that day, or night rather, Clara never lost an opportunity of being fucked. Charlie took care of her, taught her all that was needful to know so as to keep herself safe, but as she, at first, had no man but him, she had no necessity to guard herself. Charlie did that for her. However, after she joined us, and became an associate, she fucked very freely with all the men we introduced to her. Amongst these is Allan MacAllan, a huge Highlander, a magnificent man, a great bull, a regular satisfying Hercules, exactly what we women like to find, a man big and powerful. But unfortunately Allan is selfish in so far as so long as he gets what he wants, he is not very particular in looking after the safety of the woman he has been having, in regard to the chances of her being exposed to have a baby. We therefore always cautioned Clara against him, but naturally, like all of us, she liked so fine a man as Allan, and would always choose him for her bedfellow, even before Charlie, if she had the chance. Now you know enough to understand what is going to follow.
'Well, to our surprise then, Charlie turned up early, that is, about lunchtime of the day we were giving our little rout in honour of my portrait being finished. We had arranged our party so that none but our most intimate and trusted friends should be there, all were to be associates, and there was to be a very delightful night spent in worshipping Venus. Consequently we had no girl for Charlie, unless we took Annette's man from her, and this we did not like to do. We told Charlie how sorry we were, and blew him up for not letting us know in time that he was coming, when we could so easily have had a nice, sweet little cunt for him, and then we asked him if he had been successful, and scored the maidenhead he was in chase of. He laughed and thanked us and said the maidenhead was still as intact as ever, as far as he knew, and that for the present he had to drop the pursuit, but that he hoped to take it up again very soon. Then he said, “Oh, dear girls! I am sure you will be very much grieved to hear it, but Clara Dobbs is in the family way.”
'“Oh! No! Oh! no!” we screamed. “How can that be? Are you certain, Charlie?”
'“I'm as sure as can be, I am as certain of it as I am that I have had both of you, Gladys and Lucia; as certain of it as that I took Clara's maidenhead.”
'We were most dreadfully shocked. This is how Charlie told us. He said, “I was to have added another maidenhead to my list the night before last, everything was prepared, Julia Lawrence had consented at last and was eager to give it to me, when I got these letters. The first ran:
'“Dear Mr. Althair,
Papa and mamma desire me to ask you to come and dine and stay the night here, unless your engagements prevent you. You are to be scolded for coming to our part of the country without making our house your home. It was quite by accident that we learnt that you are staying at the Swan. Mamma begs me to say she hopes you will not disappoint us. With papa's and mamma's kind regards.
'“Believe me, yours truly,
'“Clara Dobbs.'
'“Enclosed in this was another letter, which was couched in these words:
'“Dearest Charlie,
'“Believe me, I would not beseech and pray you to come and spend the night with me, knowing as I do how near you are getting the prize you have so long been striving after, only that it is a matter or life and death with me. I have most fearful news to tell you, and it can't be delayed. I entreat you, dearest Charlie, to remember that I gave myself to you before you ever knew Julia, and by the maidenhead which you reaped then I beseech you to come to your most unhappy, unfortunate Clara.'
'“Well,” said Charlie, “if Clara had not had heaps of fellows after me, I should have thought it was jealousy on her part; if she had not, herself, helped me to fuck other girls than herself, I should have refused to listen to her. A fellow can't very easily tell a maiden who has at last consented to have him, that he can't conveniently do it then, and I was at my wits' end to know what to say. Julia was to be at the Swan that evening with her people, who did not, and were not to know that I was there but everything was cut and dried, the head chambermaid was my ally, and everything would have gone well; I should have had a night of delight in Julia's arms but for this unhappy letter. I therefore returned at once, whilst there was time, to London, to send myself a telegram, saying my mother was extremely ill and supposed to be dying, and then returned to the Swan, got my telegram, put it in a despairing note for Julia which I gave to the chambermaid to give her on her arrival, and then I drove to the Rectory. I have not yet heard how Julia took the news, but I am certain she must have spent a most unhappy night.
'“The Dobbs' were awfully glad to see me, and easily accepted my excuses for not calling on them. Clara looked beautiful and radiant as ever, and I could see no sign of the frightful woe which, according to her letter, she ought to have been in, as it was a matter of life and death with her. I declare it took all my powers of self-control to prevent my showing how desperately disinclined I was to stay in the house. The hour when Julia was to be at the hotel was dreadful to me when it came, and to think that she was within a quarter of a mile from me, and that all I had to do was to walk over, wait a little, and find myself, at 11 o'clock that night, between thighs which I burned to lie between, enjoying a sweet and lovely cunt which no man but I had as yet even felt with his hand, or fucked with his finger; her darling little maidenhead seemed to pull at the finger which had felt it, as much as to say 'I am here! come and pluck me,' and I heard the soft amorous voice again saying to me, 'We shall be at the Swan on the 13th of this month. Come then and you shall have me if you don't change your mind between this and then.' God! it was awful! Yet I bore it all! At last bedtime came. Clara pressed my hand and whispered 'in an hour', and that hour, I, of course, had to wait, turning about on my bed until it would be quite safe to go to her. Dear girls, I suffered agony of mind and body, thinking of Julia in her bed, and no chance of going to her. I almost doubted Clara. I thought it might only be a trick, and I vowed if it was I would leave her and go off to the Swan, if I had to risk dropping twenty feet from my window to the ground to get out of the house. But when the time had come for saying good-night, Clara had pressed my hand, and said in a low tone, 'Come to my room in an hour when all is quiet. I have something dreadful to tell you,' and the light and youthful expression which had been in her face all the evening up to this time departed, her eyes grew dark and mournful, and her mouth expressed a dangerous tendency to sobbing. I had returned her pressure with an 'I will,' and she went upstairs. Of course I knew that whatever it might be that Clara was about to tell me, I should be most of the night in her bed and that she would expect me to fuck her, so I undressed, and when all was quiet, I went to Clara's room. She was not in bed. She was undressed and in her night shift, and the moment I entered and had shut the door, she ran to me and clasped me in her arms, and pressing me to her bosom, burst into an agony of weeping, which alarmed me so much that my prick ceased to be stiff but hung at half cock.
'“What is the matter, Clara dear?' said I. 'Come, tell me!'
'“O! Charlie,' she said. 'It is too dreadful, and I know you will blame me. But indeed, I could not help it!'
'“But what is it, Clara?' She cried, she sobbed. She clasped me with desperate energy. Her lovely bubbies pressed my bosom and excited me. Up went my prick again, but the point of it seemed to me to strike her belly further in than it usually did on such occasions. I put down my hand to help it up, so as to get it between her belly and mine and give it a sweet squeeze between us when the cause of poor Clara's grief and despair instantly betrayed itself! That charming belly was, oh! much too rounded and full!
'“Oh! Clara!' I cried, 'Are you in pod?'
'“Yes, yes. Charlie. Oh, what am I to do? What am I to do?'
'“What brute put you in this state?' said I feeling her big belly, whilst, strange to say, my prick grew stiffer and stiffer, as though the idea of a baby being inside the girl made her cunt all the more desirable!
'“I am sure it was Allan MacAllan! I could not at first think who it was, I have had so many men, but I remembered that the last time Allan fucked me he had postponed using the sponge on the mantelpiece, and then we went to sleep. In the morning when we woke he had me again, but would neither get the sponge nor let me, and oh, Charlie, he is such a grand poke! I half believed him when he said that after such a lot of spend as he had given me overnight, he would not have much left. Alas, he had! His last spends (and he fucked me three times before we got up) were quite as plentiful as his first. Oh, fool that I was not to have got up at once after the first fuck, but it was so delicious to be in bed with him that I entirely forget prudence, and here is the result! I am certain it was Allan!'
'“But Clara!' said I. 'You may be mistaken You may not be really in the family way!'
'“Oh, I know I am Charlie! I am six months gone and I can feel the baby kicking inside me! Here, give me your hand. Do you feel that?' I did! Oh, there was no doubt at all! A fine, vigorous baby was at that moment plunging inside his unfortunate mother, and I could feel all his movements, which were dreadfully lively.
'“Poor Clara! I made her go to bed, and I got in with her. She let me see her belly, which was much bigger than I had ever seen before, and it looked as if its beautiful white skin was all stretched and polished from excessive fulness. Her breasts, too, looked changed. She made no objection to my fucking her. Indeed, she said she was only too glad to have me, as it might be the last time she would ever know rapture again. I almost forgot Julia! I don't think I ever enjoyed Clara so much before, and she said she had never felt so full of desire, or so sensitive to the pleasure my prick gave her as that night. During the intervals we formed all kinds of desperate plans but alas, always when we seemed at the point of finding one feasible, by which she might escape, an unthought-of obstacle always reared its poisonous head. All she gained from me was a night of really good fucking, but I left her as much in despair as ever. And now, girls, every day is precious!
'“There is no time to be lost. What is Clara to do?”
'We were nonplussed, Gladys and I.
'Never had such a dire misfortune occurred before. We could only chatter, we could not all at once hit on a plan. Gladys, who has more quiet good sense than I have, said she would invite a doctor friend of hers to come and sleep with her, and would consult him during the interval, and then our conversation fell upon the dangerous tadpoles which live in the balls of men. We had read of them, but we had never seen them, and were saying we would like to see what they were like, when Charlie's eye fell on a microscope on the drawing-room table. “Girls!” he cried, “Nothing can be easier than to show you the tadpoles. That is, if that microscope is powerful enough.” He jumped up, and took the glass cover off it, put in a slide, looked at it and exclaimed that it would do.
'“Now!” said he, carefully lifting the instrument, “Let us go into your foutoir, Lucia, and you shall make me spend, and I will show you the tadpoles.”
'Both Gladys and I were as excited as could be; we had had the microscope a long time, but the idea of utilising it in this way had never struck us before; we knew all about spermatozoa, theoretically, and we knew how to protect our wombs from the pestilent little objects, but we had never thought of trying to see with our eyes what they were like. I know I clapped my hands, and at the same time the idea of the whole thing made me feel more than randy. My cunt jumped and leaped, and Gladys called out at the redness of my cheeks. Charlie led the way — he knew my foutoir well. Oh! had he not fucked me there often enough? Frank Holt was to have me for the first time that night, there also, as a reward for painting my portrait. Oh, Susan, he must paint you too. You should see what a lovely picture he will make, and mind! He will give you your bush and cunt as large and as plain as life!
'When Charlie saw the picture of me hanging over the mantelpiece he laid down the microscope and exclaimed at the beauty of it. Frank has made me as a girl going for her morning bath in a clear stream. I am first looking round, as I throw off my robe, and I am in the act of coming down some steps which lead through tall reeds under the shade of a tree to the limpid water. The spectator's eye is supposed to be on a level with my knees, so that he can, by just looking up, see all those beauties which lie between my thighs. Charlie was in raptures. It was the best painted cunt he said he had ever seen, and turning to me he said, “Lucia, let us compare the original with the portrait!”
'“All right,” said I, laughing, “But I don't believe Frank Holt has idealised it at all,” and I at once commenced undressing.
'“Wait!” cried Gladys. “It would be as well that Annette saw the tadpoles too. I will ring for her!”
'“Well,” said Charlie, “now I tell you what! Let's us have a quartet. Gladys, you strip too! Annette will also; so will I, and we will have a sacrifice in honour of science, which the very gods will appreciate.” I clapped my hands, for I saw what must be the inevitable result, and Gladys in her quiet way got three sponges ready. You may be sure Annette made no opposition, and very soon there we were, all four, as naked as we were born. Charlie said the picture was certainly lovely, but that it had not, to his idea, done me full justice, and that my real flesh and blood cunt was worth fifty of its portraits in oil or water colour. Then we arranged how to make Charlie spend, for, of course, it would not do for him to lose it in any of our cunts. At first Gladys proposed he should fuck each of us, taking care not to spend in any of us, but when he felt himself coming, to snatch himself out of the cunt he might be in at that moment, but Charlie himself said, “No!” He said when once he got near the short digs he must continue, and he could not withdraw from a cunt which was giving him rapture even if its owner consented, a thing he greatly doubted. A little thought convinced us of the truth of his remarks. So this was how we managed.
'Gladys sat on the ottoman, which is very large and soft, and with her back supported, opened her thighs wide so that Charlie might lie back along her belly with his head on her bubbies and his arms round her thighs. He could thus feel her bush somewhere about the middle of his back.
Annette, kneeling between his legs, was to caress his balls, whilst he gazed at her lovely, white bosom and its rich and beautiful snowy globes, whilst I, kneeling on one side of him, was to manipulate his splendid prick, with my hand moving up and down, and have a cup ready to catch his spend when it came. I declare it was most voluptuous. Oh, Susan how you will like feeling a splendid prick! I worked Charlie's with all the voluptuous ardour I could command. He seemed to think it delicious. He soon gave up looking at anything.
He half shut his eyes, and his parted lips showed how great his pleasure was. Suddenly he called out “Quick! Quicker! Lucia!” I hastened my movements, my hand flew up and down his prick and, with a burst, the torrent of creamy spend shot up like a fountain, falling in its first jet upon Gladys' bosom, in its second on to Charlie's, and then, each getting less and less strong, it finally poured all hot and scalding over my hand! And I had quite forgotten to try and catch any in the cup!
'For a few seconds we all remained as still as statues. I was amazed at the quantity of spend which had come from Charlie and also the tremendous force with which he had ejaculated it, and I fancy Gladys and Annette were quite as much surprised as I was; for was it not funny, darling, when you come to think of it? Neither of us, not one of us three girls had ever seen a man spend before, though we had often seen the spend itself and felt it dashing into us hundreds and hundreds of times! I have to tell you something still more funny directly. Well, after a little while, Charlie, who had been lying still with his eyes shut and with the most placid expression of complete enjoyment on his face suddenly looked up and said, “Thank you, Lucia dear. Your little hand is almost as nice and as soft as your sweet little cunt! But I like your cunt best.”
'Then he looked into the cup, which I still held up in my left hand, for my right was still grasping his grand prick, which was jerking from time to time powerfully, just as I had felt it often when it was in me after a good poke.
'“Why,” he exclaimed, “you have not got a drop in the cup, Lucia! Where did it all go?”
'“Some on me,” said Gladys in her quiet voice, “but most on yourself, Charlie dear.”
'Charlie then looked down, and seeing his body all wet, especially his belly and bush, said it did not much matter if none went into the cup, because one drop would be quite sufficient.
'“One drop!” I cried.
'“Yes, one drop!” said Charlie, getting up. “Oh,” he said, “Look here! Look at Gladys' bush! There is a regular little pool just resting on it, which has not soaked in amongst the hairs yet!”
'And so there was. The first shower Gladys got had been stopped from flowing down her body by Charlie's shoulders, but when he got up it had been trickling down between her bubbies and along her belly, and was like a little pool of cream looking bluish white against her coal-black bush!
'Charlie got a slide with a little hollow in it, and a little tube of glass, and picking up a drop of his spend off Gladys, put it on the slide, and then moved to the microscope, through which he looked. After a second or so he called out, “Come girls! Come and see the varmints!”
'Oh, Susan! I had first look. The drop under the microscope was not so big as an ordinary tear, and yet it was alive with spermatozoa. There they were, hundreds of them, like little grey tadpoles, head and tail exactly the same, and wriggling about in a way which made me shudder.
'“Now!” said Charlie to me, “One of those, if it got into the right place, Lucia, would do your business, and you would have a child!'”
I, Susan Aked, shuddered when I heard it!
'Oh, Lucia, what terrible dangers you must have run.'
'Well, yes and no. Listen. After we had all seen the living tadpoles, Charlie proposed to show us those which had been exposed to the liquid in the sponges, and to do that said he had better fuck one of us.
'Gladys said “We are all ready, Charlie! You must go the rounds, my dear boy.”
'“Yes, yes!” I cried. “Have us one after another, Charlie, and what do you say, Gladys? Won't it be a good plan if, to make all things equal, Charlie withdraws the moment he makes one of us spend, and then goes to the next, makes her spend, and then the next, makes her spend, and then to the first, and so on until he spends himself?”
'Annette clapped her hands, and ran to the ottoman and lay back on it with her lovely thighs-such splendid thighs, Susan-open and ready for Charlie the moment he came.
'Oh, that was such fun. Charlie began with Gladys. Gladys had him for a very few strokes, because she spends very quickly. Then he went to Annette, who comes nearly as quickly as Gladys. And last to me; and I got the rapturous short digs! After our thorough enjoyment of what I may call the afterglow of a luscious fuck, Charlie withdrew his prick, and then, getting a slide, he gently pulled out my sponge by the thread, when, of course, all the spend in me flowed over it, his and mine mixed together. “Now,” said he, “come and look at this!” As I had been the one most interested I was allowed first peep. There they were indeed, the nasty, dangerous little tadpoles, but barely a sign of life in one of them. They were all dead as door nails!'
'Really and truly?'
'Really and truly! Oh! I can tell you, Susan, we three girls were glad to see it. I do believe we should have been frightened after poor Clara's accident, but for what Charlie showed us. And after each of the other two pokes he gave us, it was just the same, though the liquid in my sponge had not been renewed, for I had the great good luck to be the one in whom Charlie spent each time.'
And you were not frightened?'
'Oh, not a bit after what I had seen. But oh, Susan, I told you I had never seen a man spend before that day. Well, fancy. I had never seen a man fuck a woman before! It is such a fetching sight! The most fetching part is when he is getting the last half-inch or so in. The way his hips sink between her thighs, as he presses his motte to hers, is, oh, beyond anything voluptuous in the extreme! Ah, how I did enjoy that afternoon, and indeed I had good fun with Frank Holt afterwards!'
'Was he a good poke, Lucia?'
'Upon my word he was, Susan! He is considerably over fifty, and I never expected more than two grinds from him, and neither of them really good! Whereas he gave me six good, solid, real good fucks before he slept, and one more in the morning, and he knows how to do it, too! He must have been superb when he was young,'
'Tell me, Lucia darling, what did you do about poor Clara?'
'Oh, Gladys slept with her doctor, and after an awful lot of trouble got him to promise to perform an operation on Clara, in our house. We invited her up, and Gladys put her under chloroform, so that she might not see who worked upon her poor little quim, and the doctor did it as cleverly as could be. The child was born dead, and Clara was relieved; but she was as near dying as could be. Such bleeding set in, it took all the doctor knew to stop it, but she was saved, and luckily her parents believed her story about her spraining her ankle, and never came to town to see after her, believing her to be in such good hands when she was with us! She soon got well, and would you believe it, the very first man she had on her recovery was Allan Mac Allan!'
'Oh!'
'Yes! But we gave him such a lecturing that I don't think he'll ever 'pooh pooh' the saviour sponge again.'