An intimacy with my Aunt was quickly established, and alternate visits between the two families became frequent.
Colonel Alcock, although one of those who lay great stress on the conventional proprieties which regulate modern society, yet seemed powerfully acted on by the attractive character of Lady Flora’s voluptuous nature, and accordingly, while showing no intention of seeking her hand in marriage, he yielded himself without reserve to the sweet influence of her seductive charms.
I am not certain whether at first she entertained any amorous thoughts concerning himself, for so far as I could observe, it was the daughter she had chiefly in her mind; but at all events, she soon put forth her well-practised arts to draw him also to her feet, with a view, no doubt, of leading him on to ascend to that sweet furnace of love, which maintained an ever glowing heat in the luscious corner higher up; while at the same time she neglected no opportunity to win the confidence and secure the affection of his lovely daughter.
She herself told me that she was longing to gain free access to Clara’s hidden charms, that from the appearance and manner of the young girl, she was certain that she possessed a little love chink of peculiar softness and beauty, and endowed with unusual sensibility. ‘I have prevailed on her father,’ she continued, ‘to allow her to come to us and stay for a few weeks. She is a sweet girl Freddy and you may try your hand with her if you like; but one must be careful not to startle her at first, for she has probably been brought up, not only in ignorance of all these subjects, but taught to regard the very thought of them as wrong and injurious. However, for her own advantage and for our satisfaction, we will do what we can to enlighten her. With this view I have appointed Susan to be her waiting-maid, and among the three of us, it will be strange if we do not succeed.’
In due time, Clara came accompanied by her father. He dined with us, and we passed a pleasant evening together, my Aunt and the Colonel, evidently getting more and more in rapport. On his departure, he left his daughter in Lady Flora’s charge, directing her to be good and obedient.
My Aunt made everything very comfortable for her in a room adjoining her own, and when she was bidding her good-night, told her that she had desired Susan her own maid to get ready a warm bath and attend her, as she was in the habit of doing for herself before going to bed; and that if she felt sleepless or lonely in the night, she might run in to her, as there was a door opening into her room. She then kissed her and retired, merely drawing the door to, so that it might be opened with a push.
My Aunt had thus arranged with her usual cleverness that Susan, as being less likely to excite suspicion, was to make the first attempt on the innocent Clara, and to commence that night when assisting at her bath.
She accordingly invited me to come to her room and watch with her the progress of the undertaking.
When I entered, I found her in her chemise and dressing-gown. She at once put out the light, placed a large easy chair in a suitable position, and pushed the door slightly open.
She put me into the chair and sat herself between my legs to play with my prick while we listened and watched together.
Through the opening of the door we had a full view of all that part of the inside room where Susan placed the bath, and we could also hear every word spoken.
Susan having set the bath in order said, ‘Now, Miss Clara, the bath is just at the right temperature; shall I assist you to undress as I do her Ladyship? She takes a bath almost every night, and I always help to undress her, as that makes it more pleasant for her; and she told me to do everything for you as I would for herself.’
‘Well Susan, I really don’t require any assistance, but if you think that Lady Flora would like it, you may remain.’
‘I am sure she would like me to do everything for you just as I would for herself. She lets me take off everything – this way.’ But Clara held her chemise and said she was ashamed.
‘You surely don’t mind taking off your chemise before me, Miss Clara! Women don’t usually feel ashamed of one another. I see Lady Flora naked almost every night. There. That’s right, now step in. Is the bath as you would like it?.’
‘Yes, it is very comfortable.’
‘Now, lean back, let me sponge you as I do her Ladyship;’ and taking the sponge she passed it up and down over her body as she lay in the bath.
‘Open your thighs, Miss, it is here that her Ladyship likes to be well sponged.’ She told us afterwards that, in order to excite her without her knowing it, she fairly frigged her little cunny with the sponge while she was still in the bath.
‘Now Miss, step out, I have placed a towel for you to stand on while I rub you all over.’
She first threw a sheet round her, and then laying that aside, commenced rubbing her with a fine towel. While doing so she turned her to face the door through which my Aunt and I were peeping, thus presenting us with a charming view of the fair and beautifully formed figure of the young girl. The well-rounded prominence of her cunt stood out in bold relief at the bottom of her belly, and as Susan opened her legs when drying the inside of her thighs, the rosy line of her sweet chink became apparent. Then she rubbed between the cheeks of her bottom, after which turning her attention altogether to the sweet little cunt she managed very skilfully to frig the clitoris so as to produce, seemingly without design, a very pleasing sensation in Clara’s region of love.
‘Oh! Susan! Oh ah! you are tickling me so! Does Lady Flora let you rub her there too?’
Oh dear yes, this is what her Ladyship enjoys beyond anything. She even likes me to rub the inside, in here, with my finger. It makes a body feel nice and warm after the bath. Sit down now on the couch. Miss Clara, lean back, open your legs, and I will do for you just what I do for Lady Flora.
‘Clara was now so thoroughly excited that she readily complied with Susan’s direction besides, was she not following the example of the elegant and accomplished Lady Flora!’
Susan sat on the floor between Clara’s legs, with her face close up to her delicious little love-chink, so plump, so smooth, and so fair! My Aunt admired it greatly, and whispered, ‘What a dear innocent little cunt she has, Freddy! Would you not like to be where Susan is? To kiss it, and suck it, and fuck it. I shall have great fun by and by putting this saucy little fellow into it. It will just suit your size,’ she said, as she gently frigged my prick with her hand and pressed its head between her lips.
‘It is a very pretty little cunt,’ I replied ‘and looks so soft and smooth with only a little down in place of hair, but somehow, I think the fine luxuriant bush you have here, Auntie is more suggestive and more exciting,’ and putting my hand down, I felt and poked her cunt.
‘That will do now, Freddy, or you will make me rise and get across you for a fuck. Let us listen.’
Susan spread open the plump lips of Clara’s cunt, and rubbing her finger up and down the rosy chink asked, ‘Ain’t that pleasant, Miss Clara? Does not that make you feel nice and warm.’
‘Oh yes it does, Susan, but I never felt anything like it before,’ she said, as she twisted her bottom from side to side.
Susan kissed the sweet little cunt, and drawing the clitoris into her mouth gently nibbled it with her teeth.
‘Oh Susan! are you kissing it? What an extraordinary thing to kiss a body there!’
‘Not at all, dear Miss Clara, this is the nicest spot in a young girl’s body, and it is the part which men are always thinking of and longing to get at.’
‘Why Susan? Why should men think about that part of us at all?’
‘Just because it is the part that gives them the most pleasure.’
‘But surely, they would not wish to kiss it!’
‘Aye, that they would, and put something into it too – their article, you know – just in here,’ and she pushed her finger up the as yet unbroken passage of Clara’s maiden cunt.
‘Oh! Susan! That makes me feel so queer – Oh! Ah! Yes, you may go on – I like it. But tell me, Susan, would a man’s article, as you c
all it, feel as nice as your finger?’
‘Oh dear yes, and a great deal nicer. But he would call it his prick. Did you ever hear that name? Would you mind saying it?’
‘No Susan I never heard that name before; but I will say it for you – prick Susan – prick; and now dear Susan, tell me what a man’s prick is like. I have sometimes thought of it when I felt down there, and longed for someone who could tell me about it.’
‘Well, dear, Miss Clara. I will try to please you, for this nice little slit of yours has so much life and feeling, that I am sure it will be a source of the greatest pleasure and enjoyment to you when you know what it is made for, and are not afraid to use it as nature intended.’
‘Thanks, dear Susan, I shall be so much obliged to you, for I feel such heat now in my little slit, as you term it, that I am sure I shall never rest satisfied until I have had a taste of that part of man which you call his prick. Now tell me all about this prick – what it is like, and what a man does to a woman with his prick.’
‘Well, the prick is something like a big finger, as thick as three of mine put together, and a good deal longer. It has a large round head, smooth and rosy like a ripened plum; round the back of it there is a ridge that is meant to rub against the inside of the cunt, which you know is the name given to this little slit, and this rubbing in and out – this way, is called Fucking; say fucking, Dear.’
‘Fucking; a man’s prick fucking a woman’s cunt.’
‘That’s a dear girl. I would so like to have a nice prick myself, and I would get over you and push it into your cunt, and jerk my bottom up and down – so – and then – Oh then – you would feel so nice, and you would press up and hug me in your arms and cry: “Drive your prick into my cunt and fuck me well; fuck harder – as hard as ever you can – fuck me. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”’
‘Oh Susan, you are setting me wild! I never felt so funny in my life! Why haven’t you a prick? I would so like to be fucked now. – Oh – Ah – Oh! I don’t know what is coming but, I feel a luxurious kind of melting all through my cunt and bottom.’ Then throwing up her legs, she said: ‘Rub me, Susan, rub, me hard – push your finger up. – Oh! – Oh!!!’
Susan seized the young girl round the body, and pressing her face in between her wide-spread thighs glued her lips on the slit of her throbbing cunt and eagerly supped up the ambrosial dew, which now for the first time distilled from Clara’s fount of love.
Clara closed her eyes and lay back apparently quite exhausted, while Susan continued sucking and mumbling at her little cunt. The only signs of life which she exhibited were an occasional twinge of her bottom and gentle up heave of her loins.
After a few moments, she looked up at Susan and said:
‘What a new world you have opened to me, Susan! I never dreamt that any one could enjoy so much pleasure. It is very strange but very delicious. Does every woman feel the same?’
‘Yes, Miss Clara, every woman that lets nature have fair play; but the greater number are so constrained by custom and prejudice that they do all they can to stifle these feelings until the time for enjoyment has passed away.’
‘Well Susan, that’s not the case with you, I am sure. Now tell me, have you much feeling there yourself!’
‘Where Miss?’
‘Ah! you want me to name it again.’
‘I do, Miss Clara, it is far pleasanter and much more exciting to give up all squeamishness in these matters, and call everything by its right name.’
‘Well then, Susan, have you as much feeling in your cunt as I have in mine?’
‘I suppose I have, Miss; when it is frigged or fucked, it feels alive with pleasure.’
‘Would you mind showing me your cunt Susan?’
‘Not in the least, Miss,’ and Susan pulled up her petticoats and exhibited a fine bush tuft at the bottom of her belly; then separating the hair with her fingers she opened the rosy cleft between the fat pouting lips of her cunt.
‘Oh my! What a lot of hair on your cunt, Susan! Sit down here in my place and let me play with it for a while.’
Susan sat on the couch and submitted her cunt to the curious investigation of the young girl, then spread it open, and said: ‘What a grand slit you have here, Susan! So long and deep! And all between these fat lips is surprisingly hot and moist! Will my cunt ever be like yours, Susan?’
‘Very likely it will, Miss, especially if you use it well, that is, allow it to be well kissed, and sucked, and fucked.’
‘But who is there, to kiss, and suck, and fuck, Susan?’
‘Oh there are plenty who would be only too glad, if you let them try and give them the opportunity.’
Clara stooped until her face was close to Susan’s gap, and rubbing her nose over the clitoris, as if she was thinking said:
‘Your cunt has a great deal of smell, Susan, and though I did not like it at first now I begin to find it both pleasant and exciting. Has my cunt the same smell? And do you like it Susan?’
‘Yes, it has a little; every cunt has that smell, more or less; most men like it, and even women when they are excited find it pleasant and agreeable. I quite enjoyed both the smell and taste of your cunt, Miss Clara, when I was petting it just now, but it will have a more racy smell by and by when it has been fucked as often as mine has.’
‘And has your cunt been often fucked Susan?’
‘Yes, Miss, very often.’
‘And by different men.’
‘Yes by a great many different men.’
‘How strange! And did you like having different men? I should have thought that a woman would only like to have one man, at least at one time.’
‘That’s the common notion, but my opinion is that most women keep to one man, not because they are satisfied with one, but because they are afraid of the judgement of others. Any woman that really understands and enjoys fucking will desire a change of pricks, and the more frequent the change the greater will be her enjoyment.’
‘But is it not fucking that makes a woman get with child?’
‘Certainly; and if she keeps to one man she is almost certain to get in the family way, but if she goes with several she will have a fair chance of escaping.’
‘Were you ever fucked by anyone in this house, Susan?’
‘Well, Miss Clara, I think I may trust you,’ here she lowered her voice, as if speaking in the greatest confidence, ‘I was.’
‘Would you mind telling me which, Susan?’
‘I may tell you, Miss Clara, for I am sure you will be careful not to make mischief, but remember it is in the strictest confidence. Lady Flora’s page, James often fucks me. He comes to my bed at night, pulls up my shift and feels my cunt then he gets over me, with his legs between mine, you know, and as soon as I feel his prick poking against me, I put down my hand, take hold of it and frig it for a few moments.’
‘How do you frig a prick, Susan?’
‘The prick has a soft skin about it which slips easily up and down, and when you pass your fingers round it and move your hand up and down, this skin moves too, and that gives the man, a pleasant feel as if he was fucking; then the prick grows hard and stiffens up, and if you went on you would soon make the seed flow; but as I do not want it to come that way, I always stop frigging after a few turns.’
‘I would so like to have a prick in my hand now, Susan, and to frig it up and down, so as to make it grow hard and stiffen up. But tell me what you and James do next.’
‘Well, when I feel his prick in working order, that is, strong enough to force its way up my cunt, I direct its head to the entrance, just here, and hold it in my hand while he pushes it up; then when it is all inside he begins to fuck, working his bottom up and down, as he drives his prick in and out of my cunt, while I heave up to meet every thrust he gives with his prick,’ and Susan worked her cunt up and down, making it open and shut, while Clara observed it attentively and said:
‘What does he do with his hands while he is fucking you?’
‘He gene
rally has one round my waist and the other under my bottom pressing me up to him, or else at the back of my neck holding my head for his kisses.’
‘And what do you do with yours?’
‘Oh! I have them clasped round his body or on his bottom, which he likes me to squeeze as hard as I can while he is fucking me.’
‘What does he say when he is fucking you?’
‘He does not say much himself, but he tries to make me talk, and delights in hearing me use the words, prick, cunt, fucking, and such like: and so when he pushes up his prick, I cry: “Oh my c-u-n-t!” dwelling on word cunt, when he draws it back, I say: Oh pr-i-c-k!” another push, “Fu-c-k!” then: “ar-s-e!” and that usually sends his spunk flying up my cunt.’
‘Does he ever come to you by day?’
‘Yes, when her Ladyship is not at home and there is no chance of his attendance being required.’
‘And what does he do then?’
‘If it is in my own room, he places me on the bed and gets me to lean back and frig my cunt while he watches it; and when I tell him I am near spending, he darts upon my cunt, sucks it first and then licks it all round inside. Then I frig and suck his prick, while we talk of all kinds of bawdy subjects.’
‘How I would enjoy watching you, Susan!’
‘Well, perhaps I might let you see me fucked some day.’
‘What else does he do?’
‘All sorts of queer things: he is very fond of looking at my bottom, or as he likes me to call it, my arse, and he takes great pleasure in tickling and even sucking the little hole there. Now Miss Clara, say arse for me.’
‘Arse, Susan, do you like having your arse sucked?’
‘Yes, Miss Clara, it is very delicious and makes your cunt as randy as anything. Turn up your little arse now, Miss Clara, I will suck it, and then you will know how pleasant it feels.’
They now changed places, and Susan placed Clara on her back across the sofa, and lifting her legs she separated them widely and pressed them back on her belly, thus presenting us with a most ravishing view of her sweet little cunt, with its lips stretched open and showing all its glowing interior. It secerned in a state of continual spend, for we could see a thick stream like milk oozing out at the end of the slit. Susan pulled up her skirts as she knelt down, so as to bare her own bottom to our view, and after wiping Clara’s cunt with the towel she kissed and licked it all over. Then pressing lower down she applied her mouth to the nether entrance, and sucked it so with her lips and tongue, that Clara writhed with rapture, and at last moaned out:
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