Sue Suckit

Justine

CHAPTER I

Yes, I, my own heroine, am today, eighteen years old, I have got a nice little fortune salted away in saving banks and trust companies, and I have made every cent of it myself in making men's semen spurt, and still I was a virgin until a short time ago. Shall I tell you about it?

Many men and women have made fortunes with their mouths, orators and singers; I earned mine by making my lovers sing and dance in sweet priapian spending, to the soft caress of clinging lips and the turgid touches of my tickling tongue.

At fourteen, my father and mother died, and I was left to the care of trusty Uncle Will, a bachelor of fifty, who always appeared to hate petticoats and all they contained. He had money enough and was kind to me in a rough sort of way, and treated me as a fragile piece of glass, that would break all to pieces if he touched me.

We lived in handsome apartments with one servant and a colored man of thirty. Uncle Will was fifty, I was fourteen, as I said, wearing skirts only to my ankles, a child yet, but well developed; not especially handsome but with large melting eyes and lips full and red with warm blood, and a round rosy figure, that Uncle Will, after we became well acquainted, vowed was a perfect pocket edition of Venus.

I knew I had a crevice nestling between the cute little curls of brown hair at the bottom of my belly; but of its most important function as a reception room for men, I was profoundly ignorant, as I also was of how men appear when paying their respects to it, for I, only knew that men had little nozzles there, when I had seen them by chance, peeing, as I called it; of its virile functions I knew naught.

A modest maiden until one day the book of Revelations was opened to me.

It was a warm afternoon and dinner over, I had gone to my room and in chemise and short skirts, was just throwing myself on the bed, when I remembered an interesting book that I had commenced, and started down to the library to get it. The door was locked and I went out on the balcony to enter the window; the shutters were closed and I wondered why.

A young girl is a very curious animal and naturally I peeped in through the blinds.

That peep, launched me body and soul on the sea of voluptuousness and desire, and at one blow knocked off the maiden manacles and prepared me to become a Priestess of Priapus, for there was a sofa, and in full view lay Uncle Will, a pretty little book in his hand, and below, his shirt up to his waist, and his breeches down to his knees, the white expanse of belly and thighs all bare, while in the other hand he held the sceptre whose sweet fruit it has been my life's work to touch, taste and eat- that dear horn of plenty which has made me rich in profit and pleasure.

Oh, what a creeping spasm of desire guided by thought and hand to the innocent slit, hidden modestly in the soft shadows between my thighs!

How virgin innocence jumped quickly to the conclusion that these two things, man's and woman's, this stiff protuberance and this deep depression were made to fit each other; that one was the complement of the other, that humanity was, complete only when these two parts were one.

A beautiful shaft, white but with an undertone of rich, red blood; a crinkled scarlet bag with thick curly hair all around it and then, as with finger and thumb he gently caressed the stately spear, holding it bolt upright, its red and barbed head appeared a luscious bulb of naked flesh, seeming ready to burst with what, I knew not.

Quickly Uncle Will's eyes sped over the pages of his book, and quickly up and down upon his lovely sceptre, his closed hand pulled down and pushed up the envelope of white skin upon the rosy rod.

Bigger and bigger it grew; gorged it seemed with something that it must get rid of-till I heard him mutter.

It is coming! and tossing the book aside, he ran over to a wash basin near where I was peeping, and I, fearless, rooted to the spot, saw him rub his closed hand up and down the ivory staff fast and furiously, till he gave a sigh and out of the lovely red head flew shot after shot of thick white stuff, that darted high up into the air, straight towards me, hitting the shutters behind which I stood, until he bent the flowing fountain into the bowl and pumped out all the remnant of the rich overflow with nimble hand jerks, while his face was a rosy picture of voluptuous enjoyment.

Wildly excited I watched each movement till he threw himself again upon the sofa, when lust-led, my hand reached out to where the first wild shots had hit the shutters and came in contact with the slimy cream that glistened there.

Instinctively I wiped it up and with lustful eyes gazed on the pearly drops upon my fingers, and then I licked them off with my tongue and lips, until unable to stand it any longer, I ran to my room threw myself onto the bed and rubbed my hand, slippery still with some of his hot emission, against my mad, hot mount, until I felt a fire of fervent passion burn into every vein and gave down my first offering to the god of lust, mingling his overflow on my fingers with my own slim exudation.

CHAPTER II

What did it all mean; I had seen and felt effects, what caused them? I was eager to learn.

From Uncle Will? Oh no! The book! That was it! The book he had been reading on the sofa. I felt that this would tell me all.

The library case was all open except one side, which was curtained; here was the undiscovered country; but how to unlock it? I tried it every day, every time that I was alone in the library but my careful uncle carried the key in his pocket.

I was in despair, wild to know all I knew this book would teach me. One day, my Uncle Will was invited out to dine and he said good bye to me, dressed in a swallow tail. Henry, too, the colored man, asked permission to go out and I was left alone.

Locking the outer doors, I tried again to get into-the bookcase, used every key that I could find but none fitted. I was hot, the blood was surging through me with desire.

I ran to my room, stripped naked and was just about throwing myself on my bed to give myself relief, when the thought of how much more vivid my emotions would be in Uncle Will's bed, made me jump and run into his room.

How funny and foolish lust can make us; the first thing my eyes fell upon was Uncle Will's trousers thrown over a chair. I fell on my knees before the garment, whose nearness to him I envied; as they hung flat against the chair, the flap in front was open; I gazed ardently at his envelope of what I wished for and clasping my arms around the insensate cloth, buried my face between the open flap in front and tried to imagine that I was kissing the lovely tenant that dwelt there.

I pressed them to my breast and spurred by my amorous fire threw myself on the edge of the bed, and with outstretched legs clasped close to my seething slit, the opening that held that lovely engine of his, while with excited hand I rubbed my hairy mount and my fervid fancy tried to picture it, his lovely sceptre until nature came to my relief.

With wet, nerveless fingers, the trousers left my grasp, and fell to the floor. The jingle of metal aroused me. The keys The keys!

I seized the breeches and quickly from a pocket, drew the bunch of keys, cold keys to unlock hot joys!

I forgot my languor. I sprang up and in a second was at the bookcase trying key after key in the forbidden lock, the fourth accomplished my purpose and I threw open the door.

Three shelves of pretty little books and over them a painting of a charming girl, reclining naked in a chair, her arms wide open and her thighs thrown wide apart the whole domain of love spread boldly out-it was lovely, I was burning!

I snatched a book and ran to my room.

On the bed with trembling fingers, I turned pages. Picture after picture of lustful men and women in all attitudes of naked lasciviousness. I was wild!

I held before my eyes the image of a handsome man, with his stiff staff embedded in a woman's belly, and rubbed my heated orifice till I spent.

Then I began to read the bold descriptions of all the methods and manners, men and women make merry with.

My budding volupty made me an eager pupil and each word and posture burned itself into my memory. The last chapter was called: “But still a Virgin” and described all forms of pleasure taken and given between a man and a maiden.

I devoured each line and firm in my resolve, shut the book and ran back with it to the library, returned the keys, and on my bed, waited for Uncle Will to return. I was forced to keep my hands tightly clasped over my head to keep them away from the other hairy place.

Minutes seemed hours but finally I heard the key in the door, the step in the hall pausing at my door but seeing it dark, passing on.

I waited for five minutes, then stole into his room. He was seated on a sofa pulling off his drawers; then standing, he commenced to pull his undershirt over his head.

His face hidden in it, I ran forward, threw myself on my knees before him and pressed my face against his stiff staff and hairy cushion, my arms clasped round his thighs.

He struggled out of his shirt and saw me! You, Sue! You! What does this mean? and he forced my head back and looked into my face.

Oh, Uncle Will, do something for me or I will die. I am burning up with desire.

You lovely girl, do you mean it! and he lifted me up and throwing me back on one arm, pressed the other hand on my excited mount. Is it here you are burning?

My heaving buttocks answered and covering me with hot kisses, in an instant I was flat on the edge of the bed and his lips pressed to the seat of all my wicked wantons.

Thighs held wide open and his open lips against the lips of my cunt, open, too! And then the tongue thrusts, gentle at first, then faster in and out, till grasping my firm buttocks in his hands, the velvet organ ravished me with rigid piercing, licking, lunging, until my belly danced, my eager lips broke out with heavenly rapture and my maiden tribute pouring down, left me a happy virgin but a full fledged whore.

A virgin whore I have been from then until nearly now. Not long did he watch with sensual eyes, my delightful squirming; his stiff prick called out for solace.

Throwing me reclining against the pillow, he knelt over me, his lordly prick pointing straight at me. Not a word! I needed no soliciting, but of my own free will, bent forward and took the throbbing monster in my mouth.

My darling girl, this is heaven! Suck it, Sue, squeeze the balls, slide your lovely lips up and down its length. That is it, lap it with your lively tongue. Suck! Suck! Just as you would lemonade through a straw.

How quickly you learn-faster, dear girl! Now-now-don't be frightened when it shoots!

And its big head was throbbing and swelling in my mouth, and then a deluge of thick cream flew into me; but though half choked, I held on and kissed, tongue tickled, sucked, until faint for breath, I threw myself back panting on the pillow.

Clasping me in his arms, we rolled and writhed in amorous agony, till I cried out:

More, I must have more!

When rising to his knees, he drew me flat onto the bed and threw himself upon me, his face against my slit and mine to his fallen prick.

How I kissed and caressed, tickled and sucked the lovely object of my first lust until the blood began to center there again and the muscles to harden.

And how he kissed and tickled and thrust at, and tasted the red, excited crevice of my cunt, the swollen clitoris, until we both distilled a new brew of delightful ambrosia and our eager mouths devoured it, and the throbbing flesh, amid the swell of heaving breast and wildly working bums.

CHAPTER III

Thus I started out a lewd and longing maiden, and to know all things, to enjoy all things; vividly voracious to learn by precept and by practice, all the sweet sexual secrets that the lustful imaginations of men and women have put into lascivious exercise.

And such a teacher I had in Uncle Will Always rich enough not to worry about his wherewithal; what exciting pictures he depicted of his long and varied life of lechery.

Of his first spendings of the mouth of a Sodomitical tutor, his first fuck into the fat belly of a mulatto housemaid; his eye-opening experiences among the fast girls of New York; his month in England-one week the coupling mate of a noble Lord in London-soirees of naked men, biases tired of women, and giving themselves to each other in all methods of outre lewdness.

Then the noble Lord's Lady coming to London and seeing Will and wishing her will of him- carrying him off for a week or two of licentious intercourse with her at their country seat, spurred by the presence and participation of the two young virgin sisters of the Lady, who kept their maidenheads, hoping some weak-minded scion of a noble house would want them in legitimate marriage, to raise Lords, Earls, Viscounts, to keep alive the crumbling peerage of England.

Virgins! But such vigorous and valorous votaries of lust, that Uncle Will said: that in a week they had so completely exhausted his spermatic treasures that he was obliged to run away to the Continent for a rest.

Then in Holland-how glowing his description of the broad buttocked women he met there; how he reveled in their salacious slits and sumptuous arses.

Then to France, among those vivacious little belly bumpers of the Boulevards, and the succulent sweetness of their scientific fucking!

Vienna next; fair city of fair women of rare compliance; till finally he reached Constantinople, where the young wife of a wealthy Ottoman became enamoured of him, smuggled him into the seraglio, and taught him all the wild and passionate pleasures of Oriental lust, until the jealous husband surprised them together and it was a question of his ending his career tied in a bag in the Hallespont; when the faithless wife played her last card by showing her enraged spouse Uncle Will's fresh young alabaster dart and offering it temptingly to his mouth, till the lecherous Turk forgave them at the price of sharing with his wife, the salacious sweetness of the stiff sperm laden spiggot.

These pictures from his lips and then that library of lewd literature-within a month we had read them all through, naked on the bed together; sometimes he would read aloud, sometimes I, until my yearning slit and his rampant raging ram made reading impossible and coral lips and tongues let loose the lovely libations of our lust.

What Charley, Uncle Will's brown servant, saw or knew of our intercourse I know not; but I do know that reveling as I was in wanton rhapsody, I never looked upon his fine muscular figure without wondering what sort of a love stick this handsome mulatto carried.

One Sunday I found out. We were finishing dinner, Uncle Will and I.

How does it feel? asked he.

“It” meant one thing to me, “It” was where all my feelings centered. I knew without his naming it, that he meant my cunt.

“It” wants something real bad, I answered.

We had finished our bottle of champagne. We drank it always on Sundays and Charley had gone for another.

Open your dress and expose those plump little bubbies, said Will.

But Charley will see them.

So he shall, replied Will. I am dying to see your white body in contrast to his brown brawny form.

Oh, Uncle Will! I protested, my cunt creeping carnally, when Charley entered and filling Will's glass, he spilled the wine, for his eyes were on my exposed breasts and his hands trembling. Then he came to fill mine.

See how that black rascal sticks out in front, Sue! said Uncle Will. See it?

My eyes had been upon it ever since he caught sight of my naked breasts. No urging needed now! I threw one arm around him as he stood by my side, and the other hand trembling eagerly, unbuttoned the front of his trousers.

Unbuttoned! Nay, I tore them open and the splendid staff of rigid brown flesh, nestled in my plump white hand.

What a monster! My hand was hardly large enough, to surround it.

“Jerk him off, Sue”! cried Will, wild with excitement. “Put your other hand between his legs and squeeze his testicles.

How I frigged, till with a yell, he seized my hand and pushed it up and down so fast, that the enormous prick gave up the fight and bollocks swore he won the race, sending his sperm shots high over the table, over Will, upon the wall behind him, till with libidinous lips, I seized the spermatic spigot in my mouth and sucked and swallowed the last drops of pearly creamy flow.

Crazy, I sprang up to my feet, wild with desire, Will seized me, threw me back on to the sofa, pulled up my clothes, called to Charley to tongue fuck me and mounting me, stuck his own splendid shaft between my breasts and rubbed it there until the sweet sperm shot in splendid showers all over me, and my ruby lips ravished from his rosy, rampant rod, the last lovely drops of manly dew; while Charley's long and nimble tongue sucked out of my salacious slit a heavenly flow of satisfying spend.

Then, in Will's room, three naked lecherers, raged licentiously, kisses and cocks thrust here, there, everywhere; each hollow filled, each mount stormed, when Charley clutching my cunt close to his face, commenced to diddle it with his tongue, while Will behind me, pointed his prick into my arse and the two of them soon made me squirm and spend in amorous agony, when Will syringed my backside with his sperm.