Eroticon 3

by J. P. Spencer

  Would you like to learn something about it, my dear? Yes? Then listen: It was, by actual measurement, just nine inches long from base to tip. Oh, it was a beauty, I can tell you. It was fully two inches thick and set in a bed of thick, crisp hairs. His balls filled both my hands, and they, too, were thick with hair. Wasn't it a beauty, darling? And is there any wonder that I fell so desperately in love with it?

  During the short time I had been toying with it, one of his hands was busy with me. From hip to titties his soft hand caressed, and then, no longer able to stand it, he said: 'Oh, darling, I love you so! Please let me fuck you again!' And he made as though to roll me on my back, but I would have none of it.

  'Wait, dear,' I cried. 'Wait until I have proved my love for you, too! Let me kiss your lovely cock! Then you can have me whenever you choose!'

  I scrambled out of his arms and slid down upon the bed. God! How handsome it looked then! Standing straight up in the air, its ruby head almost bursting with inward blood pressure!

  Stooping, I kissed the purple and pink head! Staring at it and working my hand up and down its length, I became fascinated! I loved it! Dropping again, I kissed it once more! But I wasn't satisfied; I wanted more of it! Rising to his dhow he stared down at me, hardly believing what his own eyes saw being enacted before them! I kissed it again; this time with open lips, and I heard him give a little gasp as I quite swallowed the head! Still I wasn't satisfied! I felt something was lacking! With a downward lunge I plunged it far into my mouth, and then I sucked it with all my might! He was trembling; he tried to draw it from between my lips, but I wouldn't have it! I was out to show him that I too could love; that I was no half-baked mistress! I wrapped my arms about him, held him in a tight embrace, and seeing that I wasn't to be done out of it, he clutched my head in his hands and holding it far back into my throat he delivered the contents of his massive balls deep into my mouth! Nor did I give up my position till the last drop had been given me, all of which I eagerly swallowed!

  Then, and only then, did I allow it to slip from my lips, and coming up over him, I kissed his lips again and again! 'There,' I cried, 'I, too, have shown my love for you, darling! And now you can fuck me to your heart's content!' And as though to prove my word, I straddled him and placed the still hard head to my cunt and gave a downward lunge against it, taking it in to his balls!

  You may rest assured, my friend, that I left nothing lacking in my love for him that night. When he tired of the sport, I sucked him back to erection, and three times I sucked and swallowed the sperm from his lovely crest.

  What more is there to tell? How, further, may I convey to you the wonderful things we did that night? Why try when you know all too well what happens between persons who dearly love each other?

  Enough to say that, after a most thrilling night, we slept only to renew our pleasing occupation the following morning. Then Paul left me, promising to return as soon as he had attended to his affairs.

  My maid found me still in bed when she returned after her night off, and I guess I scandalized her puritan mind by the way I saw her staring at me, for I made not the slightest effort to hide my nudity from her gaze.

  Of course, every girl suffers more or less after a night such as I had had, and I was no exception. I was happy in the fact that I had lost my useless maidenhead, however, and for the first time in my life I realized what it meant to be without one's love. I remembered, then, that I had allowed him to leave without his breakfast, and I promised myself that the breakfast should be served always after this.

  Lying there against my pillow, thinking of all the delightful things that had happened to me the previous night and that morning, I became frightened. I recalled how Vera had told me of her few nights of love, and how she became pregnant as a result of it. And then I brightened. Why worry about it? Besides, it was worth it! What I had done I did for love, and if I was with child, it would be a baby of love.

  I dismissed it from my mind; the damage - if any - was already done, and I had almost a full month to go before I would know anything about it!

  Then I got to wondering about my maid. I wondered if she had discovered that I had entertained a man all night, and that he had slept with me? My thoughts were interrupted by her entering my room. In her hand she held the bloody towel, that same towel with which Paul had removed the traces of my maidenhead, a maidenhead gone forever. She seemed frightened, but I explained it away by telling her that I had had a slight accident.

  After breakfast I played the piano. I wasn't very much of a musician; I played but for my own amusement. I sang. I tried out a piece I had been having some trouble with and found that I had not the slightest difficulty in reaching the unusually high notes.

  This caused me to wonder if my ability to reach these notes wasn't due in some way to my recent experience with Paul? I recalled what my temporary housekeeper had told me about having a lover whose cock I could suck! Could this be a result of that? Could it have possibly been a reaction so soon! I promised myself that I would ask Paul about it as soon as he returned!

  If this was true, then I would acquire one of the most famed voices on earth, because I loved it! I adored it! I had thought that kissing a girl's cunt until she spilled her love-dew into my mouth was the height of delight, but it was as nothing compared to sucking my lover's cock!

  My thoughts lent wings to my feet! I flitted about the house with an abandon which quite startled my maid! In my eagerness to do something even more startling, I threw off my gown and ran all over the place in complete nakedness.

  I saw her eyes following me, and I knew she was shocked beyond words. 'Very well,' I thought. 'If you are so easily shocked, then as soon as Paul returns I shall give you something to be shocked about!' I laughed inwardly as I pictured the expression on her face when she would see the costume I wore then!

  Wishing to be ready when he did arrive, and, hardly wanting to be disappointed in the fun I was going to have, I brought out the tiny under-vest I had previously worn. As I have already said, it was the briefest thing I had ever seen; cut low enough at the top to almost expose both my breasts, and so short that it came just to my hips in length, and so transparent as to amount to exactly nothing as far as concealment went, it was a naughty garment, indeed. Still, it lacked something. Can you imagine anyone wishing to appear in anything else than that, my dear, and still wearing something?

  That was my thought, strange as it seems. I wanted to be as near naked when he arrived as it was possible to be! And above all, I wanted to shock this silly girl as she had never been shocked before!

  Any minute now he was due to arrive; he had promised to have noon-day meal with me, and it lacked but a few minutes to noon. A plan of daring entered my mind! Why not make it a real naked reception! Why go about it half-way! Why, indeed?

  Picking up a pair of shears, I cut the tiny garment up the front, making a gown of it, the tiny ribbons over my shoulders alone holding it from falling from me.

  Watching from my bedroom window, I saw him coming up the gravel walk! Calling to my maid to admit him, I took a final look in my glass! I heard him enter! Drawing the top of the thing well back from my titties, I quickly stepped into the room and went to Paul, my arms raised to greet him!

  Even Paul gasped at the daringness I displayed, but I quickly whispered into his ear my intention in shocking my silly maid, and he, great actor that he was, quickly took the hint! 'You darling,' he cried, holding me off at arm's length and gazing at me. 'You are a million times more beautiful than I thought! You're adorable!'

  And drawing me close and slipping his arms about me beneath the garment, he hugged me close, kissing and tonguing my mouth with all the zest he could muster. And all the while my maid stood staring in awed wonder.

  But Paul wasn't done yet. Falling in with my own lascivious acts, he carried it a bit further. Picking me up in his strong arms, he carried me into the living-room and to the divan. Pushing me over on my back he kissed my breasts, neck and face l
ike a madman, and all the while from the corner of my eye I saw the maid staring at us. I became more daring. Taking one of his hands in mine, I carried it to my cunt, patting the back of his hand as he fingered the naked lips, I, throwing my legs well apart and whispering into his ear.

  Looking toward the door again, I noted that she had disappeared: the loving display had undoubtedly been a little too much for her sensitive nature. But our lovemaking went on until I thought I would surely lose the delightful load I had been saving for Paul.

  The delightful fellow, while ardent in his attack, wasn't so foolish but what he knew when to stop, and as we lay there cuddling each other, I told him why I had adopted such an outlandish attire - and how he laughed. 'What you need is a more sympathetic maid,' he said, 'and I shall attend to it at once, today. I believe I know the very one for you.'

  Rising from the divan, he called the maid. 'Here,' he said, handing her some money. 'This will carry you over until you find another place. You may pack your things at once.'

  Though I felt sorry for her, I believe she was glad to go; such carrying-on as she had witnessed that day proved too much for her puritanical nature.

  He kissed me and promised to return in an hour, and after he had departed I bid my maid adieu. I stretched out upon the divan to await my lover's return, and I couldn't help but think how happy I was. A position in the world of art, a splendid income from which I could prepare for the future, a splendid cottage to live in, and above all, a lover! Strong, handsome, young and animate and armed with the most noble prick with which to fuck me!

  Paul found me radiant, indeed, when he returned, bringing the information that he had engaged the services of a charming maid and that she would report to me the following day.

  'Oh, Paul, you darling,' I cried, pulling him down beside me, 'I love you so, I never want you to leave me again!'

  'And I love you, too, dear,' he answered, kissing me again and again, 'and I feel that I never want to leave you again - even to sleep!'

  There was plenty more said that afternoon, and it all ended by him taking up residence there with me. Then I told him of my conversation with the woman who had acted as housekeeper for me, and how she hinted at the necessity of my having a lover; one whom I could gamahouche (I used that expression to him, then) and the great good I would derive from it. 'Is that so?' I asked, looking him in the eye.

  'I'm afraid it is,' he answered, smiling. 'At first I didn't want you to do that to me—'

  'Why?' I interrupted.

  'Well,' he hesitated, looking off toward the window, 'I realized, dear, that it was a dangerous thing for you to do, and—'

  'Why is it dangerous?' I asked.

  'Well, you see what happened—'

  'And does that mean that every time I kiss you - like that - that you have the same thing happen?'

  'I'm afraid so, darling,' he answered. 'It's a dreadful temptation to "come" when someone holds it in their mouth, as you did!'

  'But I "came" in your mouth when you did it to me, didn't I?'

  'I'll say you did, darling, and that's the way I want you to do, every time I caress you like that.'

  'Is that a promise?' I asked, kissing him.

  He nodded his answer - and five minutes later we were proving our promises to each other - and how!

  During the night he told me it was necessary for him to be away for two or three days, and that he would spend his entire time with me. It seemed he owned some land in a distant part of the country, and as there were taxes and other things to take care of, he was forced to be away.

  I wouldn't allow him to leave, however, until my new maid arrived, and I'll never forget the radiant smile that crossed her pretty face when she noted my scant attire. Not at all like the other country girl, who seemed frightened at my semi-nudity, but a pleased expression. She seemed to take it for granted, and I was sure she would be everything a maid could be...

  My Secret Life

  One night, being at the A*g**e Rooms, I saw a well grown, dark, sparkling eyed, dark haired woman who looked four and twenty, tho but twenty-one years old. Her large breasts and general build, told me that her form would please me. I began the mercantile business, and having arranged that was going to leave with her, when a friend whom I had not noticed came up and said laughing, 'You've got the finest woman in the room again, you always do, I was just going to her - you took Miss ***** away from me the other night.' I had never noticed him on either occasion, so we may be watched without knowing it. 'I'm not going with that woman,' said I lying - (she had gone out). 'Oh! ain't you,' said he and laughed again. I was surprised to see him there, but had heard he was going it fast. Shortly afterwards he was bankrupt and soon after that died, a fine fellow thirty-six years old and six feet two high. Jessie C**t*s lived at W**t*n P***e in a house of her own. No lodgers were there.—I was very impatient to have her, and my delight was great on seeing her dark haired cunt. Rapidly I mounted her belly and inserted my prick.—'Ah! you lovely devil,' I cried, 'I am so sorry it's over, what made you fetch me so quick?' for I fucked like a hungry glutton, so impatient was I to have pleasure in her, to feel that we were but one body.

  She was beautifully shaped, but with breasts like those of a woman of thirty-five, they were very large, too large indeed, they hung down a much, tho they were not flaccid but quite hard like those of a quite young woman. She never had had a child. - All her sisters, she said, had large breasts quite early in life. Her thighs were superb, and she had the loveliest soft, dark hair, curling over her motte, and down the pretty lips below. Her ankle was disproportionately thin, and the foot a little long, all the rest of her form was lovely. Her face was charmingly bright, the mouth tho long and straightish, had splendid teeth in it. She came out very badly in photograph. - 'Let me have you again,' said I, when I had paid her. - 'Come along then,' she said, 'you won't be in such a hurry now.' - We fucked quietly and then she spent with me, then I had her again, and stopped till three or four in the morning fucking her, which I rarely have done with women of late. But all the vigour of my youth seemed in me directly my hand touched her thighs.

  I knew her for more than a year, took a great fancy to her, slept with her at times, and she got so friendly, that she as others have done consulted me about her affairs - I saw her own letters, and those she received at times from men. I visited her sometimes without fucking her solely for the pleasure of seeing her. - 'I must get to the Duke's, are you going to have me first, and before I dress?'—'No.'—'Will you see me if I come home at twelve-thirty?'—'You may have a man with you.'—'That won't matter, I can come into the other bed room with you directly I arrive, he won't know, you shall have me before him'—or, 'I won't bring one home if you prefer it.' That was the sort of conversation, which sometimes passed between us.

  Still more intimate, I used to dine and sup with her - one of the few Paphians I have dined with in their houses - I could do so, for like so few of the gay ones who are for the most part idle, and not too clean in their rooms, she was beautifully clean, and spent all her time when not with men in cleaning her house. The furniture was her own. Her kitchen was like a new pin, she only kept one servant but a good one, and had a charwoman. When I first knew her she had no lodger - afterwards she had one on the first floor. Her own bed room then was on the floor above. She only took a lodger at occasional times, and when they came from her own village. One she got rid of directly, the other stayed some time, leaving, just before Jessie left.

  'You don't mind waiting half an hour do you? My dress maker has come.'—'All right go.'—After a time I used to say,—'No humbug, you've got a man - go and be fucked and get him away as soon as you can.'—I am now quite philosophical in such matters, have come to that time of life when men I expect usually are so under similar circumstances. 'Look - I've got a tenner,' said she to me one day showing a bank note after a friend had left her. 'And he's coming tomorrow.' I could not afford to be nearly so liberal to her, but she was content with me. She had good fr
iends and got much money without me. She dressed very handsomely but with a quiet style. I used to sit at times with her and - when she had one and her lodger a woman from Devonshire like herself, and one who came from the same village, - all three sitting round the fire one evening, they with their clothes up to their knees, I stooped and by the light of the fire peeped at the lodger's cunt.—'Show it him,' said Jessie, 'if he wants,' and she herself pulled the girl's petticoats up.—'Look his cock's stiff.' She unbuttoned my trowsers and pulled it out.—'It's a fine prick isn't it?'—Both women handled it. 'I'll fuck her,' said I, for this freedom excited me.—'I don't care if you do.'—But I saw that she did, so turned Jessie on to the sofa and fucked her before the lodger. I never had that lodger, who did not pay and left in debt soon. Jessie said she'd not have another.

  But she did after two or three months, a charming, auburn haired, plump little creature whose name was Julia. They got on very well together. Before me, 'Oh, he's quite a friend'—and then they'd talk of their men.—Jess always asked the other how many times a man did her, it was quite the regular question between them. When I had slept there the same night and the lodger had a man, the lodger did the same charming frankness before me, a delightful intimacy for months which largely increased my knowledge of male strength.

  This is how it ran. 'Who's your man?'—So and so.—'How many times did he do you?'—'Twice.'—'Do you like him - is he nice?'—'Oh never mind him' (me). This of course as said was when I had known her some time, and was often there and the lodger had seemed inclined not to answer. Then Jessie would in her turn tell. She had met so and so, he wanted to stop all night, but she would not let him. Indeed like most gay women I have known, she liked sleeping alone best, but after a time, she always wanted me to sleep with her. When I did, I had to fuck her till I could do no more, and she left off jumping out of bed, and washing her cunt after each spend, as she did at first, when she knew I liked a smooth buttery cunt.