VOLUME I.

CONTENTSThe Novice—Mrs. Benson—Mary—Mrs. Benson’s Correspondence with Mrs.
Egerton—Miss Evelyn—Eliza
There were three of us—Mary, Eliza, and myself. I was approaching
fifteen, Mary was about a year younger, and Eliza between twelve and
thirteen years of age. Mamma treated us all as children, and was blind
to the fact that I was no longer what I had been. Although not tall for
my age, nor outwardly presenting a manly appearance, my passions were
awakening, and the distinctive feature of my sex, although in repose it
looked magnificent enough, was very sufficiently developed when under
the influence of feminine excitement.As yet, I had absolutely no knowledge of the uses of the different
organs of sex. My sisters and I all slept in the same room. They
together in one bed, I alone in another. When no one was present, we
had often mutually examined the different formations of our sexes.We had discovered that mutual handlings gave a certain amount of
pleasing sensation; and, latterly, my eldest sister had discovered that
the hooding and unhooding of my doodle, as she called it, instantly
caused it to swell up and stiffen as hard as a piece of wood. My
feeling of her little pinky slit gave rise in her to nice sensations,
but on the slightest attempt to insert even my finger, the pain was too
great. We had made so little progress in the attouchements that not
the slightest inkling of what could be done in that way dawned upon us.
I had begun to develop a slight growth of moss-like curls round the
root of my cock; and then, to our surprise, Mary began to show a
similar tendency. As yet, Eliza was as bald as her hand, but both were
prettily formed, with wonderfully full and fat mounts of Venus. We were
perfectly innocent of guile and quite habituated to let each other look
at all our naked bodies without the slightest hesitation; and when
playing in the garden, if one wanted to relieve the pressure on the
bladder, we all squatted down together, and crossed waters, each trying
who could piddle fastest. Notwithstanding these symptoms of passion
when excited, in a state of calm I might have passed for a boy of ten
or eleven.attouchementsMy father had left us but moderately provided for, and mamma, wishing
to live comfortably, preferred giving me lessons along with my sisters
at home to sending me to school; but her health beginning to fail, she
inserted an advertisement in the Times for a governess. Out of a
large number of applicants, a young lady, of the name of Evelyn, was
selected. Some ten days afterwards she arrived, and became one of the
family.TimesWe did not see much of her the first evening, but after breakfast the
following morning, mamma accompanied her to what was considered our
schoolroom, and said, “Now, my dears, I place you under Miss Evelyn’s
care; you must obey her in all things; she will teach you your lessons,
as I am unable to do so any longer.” Then, turning to our new
governess, “I fear you will find them somewhat spoiled, and unruly; but
there is a horse, and Susan will make you excellent birch rods whenever
you require them. If you spare their bottoms when they deserve
whipping, you will seriously offend me.” As mamma said this, I observed
Miss Evelyn’s eyes appeared to dilate with a sort of joy, and I felt
certain that, severely as mamma had often whipped us, if we should now
deserve it, Miss Evelyn would administer it much more severely. She
looked amiability itself, and was truly beautiful in face and person,
twenty-two years of age, full and finely formed, and dressed always
with the most studied neatness. She was, in truth, a seductive
creature. She made an instantaneous impression on my senses. There was,
however, somewhat of a sternness of expression, and a dignity of
carriage, which caused at once to fear and respect her. Of course, at
first, all went smoothly enough, and seeing that mamma treated me
precisely as she did my sisters, I came to be regarded as quite a child
by Miss Evelyn. She found that she had to sleep in the same room with
my sisters and myself. I fancied that on the first night Miss Evelyn
did not approve of this arrangement, but gradually became familiarized
with it, and seemed to think no more about it.When bedtime came, we all kissed mamma and retired early, as usual.
Miss Evelyn followed some hours later. When she came in, she carefully
locked the door, then looked at me to see if I was asleep. Why, I know
not, but I was instinctively prompted to feign sleep. I did so
successfully, notwithstanding the passing of the candle before my eyes.
So she at once commenced undressing. When her back was turned, I opened
my eyes, and greedily devoured her naked charms as they were gradually
exhibited before me. The moment she turned round, I was again as if
asleep. I have said that my passions had begun to develop themselves,
but as yet I did not understand their force or direction. I well
remember this first night, when a fine ripe woman gradually removed
every particle of dress within a couple of yards of me—the effect of
each succeeding charm, from her lovely and beautifully formed bubbies
to the taking off her shoes and stockings from her well-formed legs and
small feet and ankles, caused my prick to swell and stiffen to a
painful extent. When all but her chemise was removed, she stopped to
pick up her petticoats that she had allowed to fall to her feet, and in
lifting them, raised also her chemise, and exposed to my view a most
glorious bottom—dazzlingly white and shining like satin. As the light
was full upon it, and she was still in a stooping position, I could see
that below her slit she was well covered with dark hair. Turning round,
to put her petticoats on a chair, and to take up her nightgown, she
slipped her chemise from her arm, and letting it fall to the ground
while she lifted the nightgown over her head, I had for some seconds a
view of her beautiful belly, thickly covered with dark curly hair over
the mount of Venus. So voluptuous was the sight, I almost shuddered, so
intense was my excitement. She now sat down on the bed to take off her
shoes and stockings. Oh! what beautiful thighs, legs, ankles, and feet
she had!I am now advanced in life, and have had many handsome and well-formed
women, but I never saw limbs more voluptuously formed.In a few minutes the light was extinguished, and a rushing rill flowed
into the night vase; very different from the gentle tricklings from
myself and sisters as we often squatted down opposite each other and
crossed water, laughing at the different sources from which they
flowed. My sisters often envied me the power of directing the spurt
where I pleased, so little were we from dreaming of the real intent of
that projecting little instrument.I heard the charming creature get into bed, and shortly breathe hard.
As for me, I could not sleep. I lay awake the greater part of the night,
afraid to be restless, lest I should disturb Miss Evelyn and give her
reason to think I had been observant of her undressing. When at last I
dozed off, it was but to dream of all the charms I had seen.About a month passed thus. Every night Miss Evelyn became more and more
at her ease, and confident of my mere childishness, often gave me
glorious and lengthened glimpses of her beautifully developed charms:
although it was only about every other night that I could enjoy them,
for, as they always produced sleeplessness afterwards, the following
night nature assured her rights, and I usually slept profoundly when I
would have preferred continued gazing on the charms of my lovely
governess. But, doubtless, those exhausting sleeps helped to throw her
off her guard, and gave me better opportunities than I should otherwise
have had. Once or twice she used the night ware before putting on her
nightgown, and I could see the rosy-lipped opening embosomed in
exquisite dark curls, pouring out its full measure of water; showing a
fine force of nature, and driving me wild with excitement. Yet it is
singular that I never once thought of applying to my fingers for relief
from the painful stiffness that nearly burst my prick asunder.Whether mamma had observed my very frequent projection of my trousers,
or began to think it better I should not sleep in the same room as Miss
Evelyn, I cannot say, but she had my bed removed into her own. However,
I was so thoroughly treated as a mere boy by everyone in the house,
that Miss Evelyn seemed to forget my sex; and there was at all times a
freedom of carriage and an abandon in her attitudes that she
certainly would not have indulged in if she had felt any restraint from
considering herself in the presence of a youth of the age of puberty.abandonIn cold weather I used to sit on a low stool by the fire—Miss Evelyn
was seated in front, I had my lesson book on my knee, and she herself
would place her beautiful feet on the high school fender, with her work
in her lap, while she heard my sisters repeat their lesson, totally
unconscious that for half an hour at a time she was exposing her
beautiful legs and thighs to my ardent gaze; for sitting much below
her, and bending my head as if intent on my lesson, my eyes were below
her raised petticoats. Her close and tight-fitting white stockings
displayed her well-formed legs, for while confined to the house during
our morning lessons she did not wear drawers; so that in the position
she sat in, with her knees higher than her feet on the already high
fender, and her legs somewhat apart to hold her work in her lap more
easily, the whole glorious underswell of both thighs, and the lower
part of her fine large bottom, with the pinky slit quite visible,
nestled in a rich profusion of dark curls, were fully exposed to my
view. The light from the fire glancing under her raised petticoats
tinged the whole with a glow, and set me equally in a blaze of desire
until I was almost ready to faint. I could have rushed headlong under
her petticoats, and kissed and fondled that delicious opening and all
its surroundings. Oh, how little she thought of the passion she was
raising. Oh! dear Miss Evelyn, how I did love you from the dainty kid
slipper and tight glossy silk stocking, up to the glorious swell of the
beautiful bubbies, that were so fully exposed to me nearly every night,
and the lovely lips of all that I longed to lovingly embrace.Thus day after day passed away, and Miss Evelyn became to me a goddess,
a creature whom, in my heart of hearts, I literally worshiped. When she
left the schoolroom, and I was alone, I kissed that part of the fender
her feet had pressed, and the seat on which she sat, and even the air
an inch above, imagination placing there her lovely cunt. I craved for
something beyond this without knowing exactly what I wanted; for, as
yet, I really was utterly ignorant of anything appertaining to the
conjunction of the sexes.One day I had gone up to my sisters’ bedroom where the governess slept,
that I might throw myself on her bed, and in imagination embrace her
beautiful body. I heard someone approaching, and knowing that I had no
business there, I hid myself under the bed. The next moment Miss Evelyn
herself entered, and locked the door. It was about an hour before
dinner. Taking off her dress, and hanging it on the wardrobe, she drew
out a piece of furniture, which had been bought for her, the use of
which had often puzzled me; she took off the lid, poured water into its
basin, and placed a sponge near it. She then took off her gown, drew
her petticoats and chemise up to her waist and fastened them there,
straddled across it, and seated herself upon it.I thus had the intoxicating delight of gazing on all her beautiful
charms, for when she tucked up her clothes she stood before her glass,
presenting to my devouring glance her glorious white bottom in all its
fullness, turning to approach the bidet, she equally exposed her lower
belly and beautiful mount, with all its wealth of hair. While
straddling over the bidet before she sat down, the whole of her
pinky-lipped cunt broke on my enraptured sight. Never shall I forget
the wild excitement of the moment. It was almost too much for my
excited senses; fortunately, when seated, the immediate cause of my
almost madness vanished. She sponged herself well between the thighs
for about five minutes. She then raised herself off the bidet, and for
a moment again displayed the pouting lips of her cunt—then stood
fronting me for two or three minutes while she removed, with the rinsed
sponge, the trickling drops of water which still gathered on the rich
bush of curls around her quim. Thus her belly, mount and thighs, whose
massy-fleshed and most voluptuous shape were more fully seen by me than
they had heretofore been, and it may easily be conceived into what a
state such a deliberate view threw me.Oh, Miss Evelyn, dear, delicious Miss Evelyn! what would you have
thought had you known that I was gazing on all your angelic charms, and
that my eager eyes had been straining themselves to penetrate the
richness of those charming pouting lips which lay so snugly in that
rich mass of dark curling hair. Oh! how I do long to kiss them; for at
that time I had no other idea of embracing and still less of
penetrating them.When her ablutions were completed, she sat down and drew off her
stockings, displaying her beautiful white calves and charming little
feet. I believe it was this first admiration of really exquisitely
formed legs, ankles and feet, which were extraordinarily perfect in
make, that first awakened my passion for those objects, which have
since always exercised a peculiar charm over me. She was also so
particularly neat in her shoes—little dark ones—that were bijoux to
look at, I often took them up and kissed them, when left in the room.
Then her silk stockings, always drawn up tight and fitting like a
glove, set off to the greatest advantage the remarkable fine shape of
her legs.bijouxPutting on silk for cotton stockings, she took down a low-bodiced
dress, finished her toilet, and left the room. I crawled out from under
the bed, washed my face and hands in the water of the bidet, and even
drank some in my excitement.Some six weeks had now elapsed since the arrival of Miss Evelyn. The
passion that had seized me for her had so far kept me most obedient to
her slightest command, or even wish, and, from the same cause,
attentive to my lessons, when not distracted by the circumstances
already detailed. My example had also had the effect of keeping my
sisters much in the same groove, but it was impossible this could last—it
was not nature. As long as all went smoothly, Miss Evelyn seemed
to be all amiability. We fancied we could do as we liked, and we grew
more careless.Miss Evelyn became more reserved, and cautioned us at first, and then
threatened us with the rod. We did not think she would make use of it.
Mary grew impertinent, and one afternoon turned sulky over her lessons,
and set our teacher at defiance. Miss Evelyn, who had been growing more
and more angry, had her rise from her seat. She obeyed with an impudent
leer. Seizing her by the arm, Miss Evelyn dragged the struggling girl
to the horse. My sister was strong and fought hard, using both teeth
and nails, but it was to no purpose. The anger of our governess was
fully roused, and raising her in her arms, she carried her forcibly to
the horse, placed her on it, held her firmly with one hand while she
put the noose round her with the other, which, when drawn, secured her
body; other nooses secured each ankle to rings in the floor, keeping
her legs apart by the projection of the horse, and also forcing the
knees to bend a little, by which the most complete exposure of the
bottom, and, in fact, of all her private parts too, was obtained.Miss Evelyn then left her, and went to mamma for a rod. In a few
minutes she returned, evidently flushed with passion, and proceded to
tie Mary’s petticoats well up to her waist, leaving her bottom and her
pinky slit quite bare and exposed directly before my eyes. It was quite
two months since I had seen her private parts, and I was well surprised
to observe the lips more pouting and swelled out, as well as the
symptoms of a mossy covering of the mount much more developed. Indeed,
it was in itself more exciting than I had expected, for my thoughts had
so long dwelt only on the riper beauties of Miss Evelyn that I had
quite ceased to have any toying with Mary.This full view of all her private parts reawakened former sensations
and strengthened them. Miss Evelyn first removed her own scarf, laying
bare her plump ivory shoulders, and showing the upper halves of her
beautiful bubbies, which were heaving with the excitement of her anger.
She bared her fine right arm, and grasping the rod, stepped back and
raised her arm; her eyes glistened in a peculiar way. She was indeed
beautiful to see.I shall never forget that moment—it was but a moment. The rod whistled
through the air and fell with a cruel cut on poor Mary’s plump little
bottom. The flesh quivered again, and Mary, who had resolved not to
cry, flushed in her face, and bit the damask with which the horse was
covered.Again the arm was raised, and again, with a sharp whistle, it fell on
the palpating buttocks below it. Still her stubborn temper bore her up,
and although we saw how she winced, not a sound escaped her lips.
Drawing back a step, Miss Evelyn again raised her hand and arm, and
this time her aim was so true that the longer points of the rod doubled
between the buttocks and concentrated themselves between the lips of
Mary’s privates. So agonising was the pain that she screamed out
dreadfully. Again the rod fell precisely on the same spot.“Oh! oh! oh! Dear Miss Evelyn. I will never, no, never, do so again.”Her shrieks were of no avail. Cut succeeded cut, yell succeeded yell—until
the rod was worn to a stump, and poor Mary’s bottom was one
mass of weals and red as raw beef. It was fearful to see, and yet such
is our nature that to see it was, at the same time, exciting. I could
not keep my eyes from her pouting quim, the swelling lips of which,
under the severity of the punishment it was undergoing, not only seemed
to thicken, but actually opened and shut, and evidently throbbed with
agony. But all this was highly exciting for me to witness. I then and
there resolved to have a closer inspection at a more convenient
opportunity, which did not fail me in the end.Meanwhile, her spirit was completely cowed, or rather, crushed. Indeed,
we were all fully frightened, and now knew what we had to expect, if we
did not behave ourselves. There was now no fear of any manifestation of
temper, and we felt we must indeed obey implicitly whatever our
governess chose to order. We instinctively learned to fear her.A very few days after this memorable whipping, some visitors arrived—a
gentleman and lady. The gentleman was an old friend of mamma’s, who
had lately married, and mamma had asked them to visit her on their
wedding tour and spent a short time with us.The gentleman was a fine-looking man, tall and powerfully built; the
lady rather delicate looking, but well shaped, with good breasts and
shoulders, small waist, and spreading haunches, well-formed arms, small
hands and feet, and very brilliant eyes.I think it was about three days after their arrival that one afternoon
I went into the spare room, which was occupied by these visitors; while
there, I heard them coming upstairs. The lady entered first, and I had
just time to slip into a closet and draw the door to; it was not quite
closed, but nearly so. In a minute the gentleman followed, and gently
shutting the door, locked it. Mrs. Benson smiled, and said—“Well, my love, you are a sad teaser; you let me have no rest. Surely,
you had enough last night and this morning without wanting it again so
soon?”“Indeed, I had not,” he said, “I never can have enough of your
delicious person. So come, we must not be long about it, or our absence
will be observed.”He seized her round the waist, and drew her lips to his, and gave her a
long, long kiss; squeezing her to him, and moving himself against her.
Then seating himself, he pulled her on his knee, and thrust his hand up
her petticoats, their mouths being glued together for some time.“We must be quick, dear,” she murmured.He got up, and lifted her on the edge of the bed, threw her back, and
taking her legs under his arms, exposed everything to my view. She had
not so much hair on her mount of Venus as Miss Evelyn, but her slit
showed more pouting lips, and appeared more open. Judge of my
excitement when I saw Mr. Benson unbutton his trousers and pull out an
immense cock. Oh, dear, how large it looked; it almost frightened me.
With his fingers he placed the head between the lips of Mrs. Benson’s
sheath, and then letting go his hold, and placing both arms so as to
support her legs, he pushed it all right into her to the hilt at once.
I was thunderstruck that Mrs. Benson did not shriek with agony, it did
seem such a large thing to thrust right into her belly. However, far
from screaming with pain, she appeared to enjoy it. Her eyes glistened,
her face flushed, and she smiled most graciously on Mr. B. The two
appeared very happy. His large cock slipped in and out quite smoothly,
and his hands pressed the large glossy buttocks and pulled them to him
at each home thrust. This lasted nearly five minutes, when all at once
Mr. B. stopped short, and then followed one or two convulsive
shoves—he grinning in a very absurd way at her. He remained quiet for
a few minutes, and then drew out his cock, all soft, with slimy drops
falling from it onto the carpet. Taking a towel, he wiped up the
carpet, and wrapping it round his cock, went to the basin and washed it.Mrs. Benson lay for a few minutes longer all exposed, her quim more
open than before, and I could see a white slime oozing from it.You can hardly imagine the wild excitement this scene occasioned me.
First, the grand mystery was at once explained to me, and my ignorant
longings now knew to what they tended. After giving me plenty of time
to realise all the beauties of her private parts, she slipped down on
the floor, adjusted her petticoats, and smoothed the disordered
counterpane, and then went to the glass to arrange her hair. This done,
she quietly unlocked the door, and Mr. Benson went out. The door was
then relocked, and Mrs. B. went to the basin, emptied and filled it,
then raised up her petticoats, and bathed the parts between her legs
with a sponge, and then rubbed all dry with a towel; all this time
exposing everything to my ardent gaze. But, horror of horrors! she
after this came straight to the closet and gave a slight scream on
discovering me there. I blushed up to the ears, and tried to stammer
out an excuse. She stared at me at first in silent amazement; but at
last said—“How came you here, sir, tell me?”“I was here when you came up; I wanted my football, which was in this
closet, and when I heard you coming, I hid myself, I don’t know why.”For some minutes she seemed to consider and examine me attentively. She
then said—“Can you be discreet?”“Oh, yes, ma’am.”“You will never tell anyone what you have seen?”“No ma’am.”“Well, keep this promise, and I shall try what I can do to reward you.
Now, go downstairs.”
I went to the schoolroom, but I was greatly agitated, I scarcely knew
what I was doing. The scene I had witnessed had complete possession of
my thoughts. In years but a boy, the mystery now practically explained
to me had awakened all the passions of a man. Instead of studying my
lessons, my thoughts wandered to Mrs. B., thrown back on the bed with
her fine legs and thighs fully exposed; above all, the sight of the
pinky gash, with its fleecy hair at the bottom of her belly, which I
had seen for some minutes all open and oozing out the slimy juice that
followed the amorous encounter they had been indulging in. It seemed so
much more developed than Miss Evelyn’s. I felt sure that Miss Evelyn
could never take in such a thick long thing as Mr. B. had thrust into
his wife, and yet it appeared to go in so easily, and moved about so
smoothly, and so evidently to the satisfaction and utmost delight of
both, as was proved by their ardent embracings, fond murmurs, and
voluptuous movements, especially just before they both ceased together
all movement whatever.Then I thought, how delicious it would be to treat Miss Evelyn in the
same way, and to revel with my stiff-standing prick in her delicious
quim, which in my mind’s eye I saw before me as I had viewed it on her
rising from the bidet, when I lay hid under the bed. Then I thought of
my sister Mary’s smaller, although attractive little quim, and I
resolved, as that was the easiest to get hold of, to initiate her in
all the newly discovered mysteries. I fully determined that my own
first lesson, as well as hers, should be taken on her little fat chubby
cunt. Then the recollection of its pouting and throbbing lips under the
fearful flagellation she had undergone, began to excite me, and made my
cock stand stiff and throb again. All the weeks of excitement I had now
constantly been under had produced a wonderful effect on my pego, which
had become considerably more developed when in a state of erection. As
you may suppose, with such distracting thoughts, I did not get on with
my lessons. Miss Evelyn, for some reason or other, was out of humour
that morning, and more than once spoke crossly to me for my evident
inattention. At length she called me to her, and finding that I had
scarcely done anything, she said—“Now, Charles, I give you ten minutes longer to finish that sum, if not
done in that time I shall whip you; you are exhibiting the mere spirit
of idleness. I do not know what has come over you, but if persisted in,
you shall certainly be punished.”The idea of the beautiful Miss Evelyn whipping my bare bottom did not
tend to calm my excitement, on the contrary, it turned my lewd thoughts
upon the beauties of her person, which I had so often furtively gazed
upon.It was close upon four o’clock, at which hour we always broke up for a
run in the garden for an hour, and during this period I had resolved to
begin instructing Mary in the secret mysteries I had so lately been a
witness to. But fate had ordered it otherwise, and I was to receive my
first practical lesson and be initiated on the person of a riper and
more beautiful woman; but of this hereafter. At four o’clock I had done
nothing with my task—Miss Evelyn looked grave:“Mary and Eliza, you may go out, Charles will remain here.”My sisters, simply imagining that I was kept to finish my lessons, ran
into the garden. Miss Evelyn turned the key in the door, opened a
cupboard, and withdrew a birch rod neatly tied up with blue ribbons.
Now my blood coursed through my veins, and my fingers trembled so that
I could hardly hold my pencil.“Put down your slate, Charles, and come to me.”I obeyed, and stood before my beautiful governess, with a strange
commixture of fear and desire.“Unfasten your braces, and pull down your trousers.”I commenced doing this, though but very slowly. Angry at my delay her
delicate fingers speedily accomplished the work. My trousers fell to my
feet.“Place yourself across my knees.”Tremblingly, with the same commixture of feeling, I obeyed. Her silk
dress was drawn up to prevent its being creased—my naked flesh pressed
against her snowy white petticoats. A delicate perfume of violet and
vervain assailed my nerves. As I felt her soft and delicate fingers
drawing up my shirt, and passing over my bare posteriors, while the
warmth of her pulpy form beneath me penetrated my flesh, nature exerted
her power, and my prick began to swell out to a most painful extent. I
had but little time, however, to notice this before a rapid succession
of the most cruel cuts lacerated my bottom.“Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, Miss Evelyn. I will do the sum if
you will only forgive me. Oh, oh, oh, &c.”Holding me firmly with her left arm, Miss Evelyn used the rod most
unmercifully. At first, the pain was excruciating, and I roared out as
loud as I could, but gradually the pain ceased to be so acute, and was
succeeded by the most delicious tickling sensation. My struggles at
first had been so violent as to greatly disorder Miss Evelyn’s
petticoats, and to raise them up so as to expose to my delighted eyes
her beautifully formed silk-clad legs up to the knees, and even an inch
or two of naked thigh above.This, together with the intense tickling irritation communicated to my
bottom, as well as to the friction of my cock against the person of
Miss Evelyn in my struggles, rendered me almost delirious, and I tossed
and pushed myself about on her knees in a state of perfect frenzy as
the blows continued to be showered down upon my poor bottom. At last
the rod was worn to a stump, and I was pushed off her knees. As I rose
before her, with my cheeks streaming with tears, my shirt was jutting
out considerably in front in an unmistakable and most prominent
manner, and my prick was at the same time throbbing beneath it with
convulsive jerks, which I could by no means restrain.Miss Evelyn glared at the projection in marked astonishment, and her
open eyes were fixed upon it as I stood rubbing my bottom and crying,
without attempting to move or button up my trousers. She continued for
a minute or two to stare at the object of attraction, flushing scarlet
up to the forehead, and then she suddenly seemed to recollect herself,
drew a heavy breath, and rapidly left the room. She did not return until
after my sisters came back from the garden, and seemed still confused,
and avoided fixing her eye upon me.In two days afterwards, all disagreeable marks of this very severe
whipping had disappeared. On the following day we were invited to pass
the afternoon at the grange, a beautiful place about two miles from us.
The afternoon was fine and warm; we walked there, and arrived about
four o’clock. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson were in the drawing room, but at
once desired us to go in the garden and amuse ourselves with their
three daughters, whom we would find there. We went at once, and found
them amusing themselves on a swing. Sophia, the eldest, about nineteen,
was swinging a sister about two years younger, a very fine, fully
developed young woman. Indeed, all three sisters were finer women and
more beautiful than the average of young ladies.Another sister, Agnes, was not seated, but standing on the board
between the ropes. Sophia was making both mount as high as possible.
They were laughing loudly, when we found them, at the exposure each
made—one in advancing, the other retiring. Agnes’s light dress of
muslin and single petticoat, as she retired and the wind came up from
behind, was bulged out in front, and exposed her limbs up to her belly,
so that one could see that her mount was already well furnished. The
other, in advancing, threw her legs up, and exposed all the underside
of her thighs and a part of her bottom, and you could just discern that
there was dark hair between the lower thighs and bottom.As they considered me but a child, I was no check to their mirth and
sport. On the contrary, they gave me a long rope to pull down the swing
when at its highest, and I sat down on the grass in front for greater
convenience. The fine limbs and hairy quims exposed freely before me
from moment to moment excited my passions. None of them wore more than
one petticoat, and they had no drawers, so that when they mounted to
the highest point from me, I had the fullest possible view of all. My
cock soon rose to a painful extent, which I really believe was noticed
and enjoyed by them, I observed, too, that I was an object of attention
to Miss Evelyn, who shortly seated herself in the swing, and allowed me
to swing her with the end of the rope. I even fancied that she threw up
her legs more than was at all necessary; at all events, she naturally,
with the strong feelings I had towards her, excited me more than all
the rest.We were as merry as could be, and we passed a delightful evening until
eight o’clock, when it began to rain. As it continued, and became very
heavy, Mr. Robinson ordered out the closed carriage to take us home. It
was a brougham, only seated for two. Mary took Eliza on her knee, Miss
Evelyn took me upon hers. I know not how it happened, but her lovely
arm soon passed round my body as if to hold me on her knee, and her
hand fell, apparently by accident, exactly on my cock—the touch was
electric. In an instant, my member stood stiff and strong beneath her
hand. Still Miss Evelyn, who must have felt the movement going on
beneath her fingers, did not remove her hand, but rather seemed to
press more upon it. In my boyish ignorance, I imagined she was not
aware of what was happening. The motion and jolting of the carriage
over rough road caused her hand to rub up and down upon my erected and
throbbing member. I was almost beside myself, and to conceal my
condition I feigned sleep. I let my head fall on Miss Evelyn’s shoulder
and neck—she allowed this.Whether she thought I had really fallen asleep I know not, but I was
quite sensible that her fingers pressed my swollen and throbbing cock,
and I fancied she was measuring its size.The tight grasp she managed to gain, and the continued jolting of the
carriage, brought me up at last to such a pitch state that a greater
jolt than usual, repeated two or three times in succession, each
followed by a firmer pressure of her charming fingers, caused me such
an excess of excitement that I actually swooned away with the most
delicious sensation I had ever experienced in my life. I was some time
before I knew where I was, or what I was about, and was only made
conscious of our arrival at home by Miss Evelyn shaking me to rouse me
up. I stumbled up, but though partially stupefied, I fancied Miss
Evelyn’s eyes shone with a brilliancy I had never before observed, and
that there was a bright hectic flush on her cheek. She refused to go
into the parlour, but hurried to bed on pretence of a headache.When I retired to bed, and took off my shirt, I found it all sticky and
wet in front.It was thus I paid down my first tribute to Venus. I thought long over
this evident approach to familiarity on the part of Miss Evelyn, and
went to sleep with a lively hope of a more private interview with her,
when I trusted that her evident passion would initiate me in the
pleasures to be derived from her beauteous body.But again fate intervened, and another, not less beautiful, more
experienced, and more inclined for the sport, was to be my charming
mistress in love’s revels.Two days after this, Mr. Benson was unexpectedly called away on
pressing affairs, which he feared might detain him three weeks. He left
Mrs. B. with us. As he had to be driven about nine miles to the town
where the coach passed, mamma took the opportunity of going to the town
with him. Mrs. B. complained of not being equal to the fatigue, and
mamma told Miss Evelyn she would like her company, and as the two girls
wanted new shoes, they could go also; I was to remain at home, and
mamma desired me to be quiet and attentive to Mrs. Benson, who,
observing no one, said to me, with a peculiar look:“I shall want you to hold my skeins, Charlie, so don’t go out of the
way, but be ready for me as soon as they are gone.”She then went up to her bedroom, where Mr. B. immediately joined her,
no doubt to re-enact the scene I had already witnessed from the closet
on a previous day. They were fully half an hour occupied together. At
length, all was ready, and off they went, leaving me to a fate I had
little dreamt of.Mrs. B. proposed we should go up to the drawing room, which looked out
to the garden, and was nowhere overlooked. I followed her, and could
not help admiring her fine figure as she preceded me in going upstairs.
Although pale in complexion, she was well made, and very elegant in her
carriage, and sat down on a low easy chair, throwing herself completely
back, and crossing one leg over the other, apparently without being
aware that she carried her petticoats up with the action, and exhibited
the beautiful underleg up to the garter.I had never forgotten the day, when secreted in the closet, I had seen
them completely exposed, and how charming they were. Her present
negligent attitude, although far from the same exposure I speak of, was
still, with the former recollection running in my head, enough to set
my whole blood on fire. I have before remarked what a power beautiful
and well-stockinged legs, and ankles and small feet, had upon my
nervous system, and so it was now. As I gazed upon her handsome legs,
ankles, and feet, I felt my prick swell and throb in a manner that
could not fail to be perceptible to Mrs. B, especially as her head lay
on a level with that part of my person as I stood before her.Although she continued knitting, I could see that her eyes were
directed to that part of my person, and fixed upon the increasing
distention of my trousers. In a few minutes she gave me a skein of
worsted to hold, and desired me to kneel in front of her, so as to
bring my hands down to the level of the low chair on which she was
seated.I knelt close to the footstool on which her foot rested; it was raised
up, and a very slight movement brought it against my person, at first
rather below where my throbbing prick was distending my trousers. As
she commenced to wind her ball, she gradually pushed her foot further
forward, until the toe actually touched the knob of my cock, and
occasionally moved it right and left, exciting me beyond measure.I flushed up to the very ears, and trembled so violently that I thought
I should have dropped the skein.
“My dear boy, what is the matter with you, that you blush and tremble
so, are you unwell?”I could not answer, blushed more than ever. The skein at length was
finished.“Charles,” she said, “get up, and come here.”I rose and stood by her side.“What have you got in your trousers that is moving?”And here her busy fingers commenced unbuttoning them. Released from
confinement, out started my prick—stiff as iron, and as large as that
of a youth of eighteen. Indeed, I was better hung than one boy selected
out of five hundred of that age. Mrs. B., who had pretended to be
perfectly astonished, exclaimed—“Good gracious, what a pego! Why Charles, my darling, you are a man not
a boy. What a size to be sure!” and she gently handled it. “Is it often
in this state?”“Yes, ma’am.”“For how long?”“Ever since Miss Evelyn came.”“And pray, sir, what has Miss Evelyn’s coming had to do with it?”“I—I—I—I—”“Come now, Charles, be candid with me; what is it you mean where you
say Miss Evelyn has caused you to be in such a state, have you shown
her this, and has she handled it?”“Oh! dear no; never, never!”“Is it her face, her bosom, or her legs that have captivated you?”“It was her feet and ankles, ma’am, with her beautiful legs, which she
sometimes exhibited without knowing.”“And do all ladies’ legs and ankles produce this effect upon you?”“Oh, yes, ma’am, if they are neat and pretty!”“And what make you so excited now?”“It was the sight of your beautiful legs just now, and the recollection
of what I saw the other day, ma’am,” I stammered out, blushing more
than ever.While this conversation was going on, her soft hand grasped my
distended prick, and had commenced slowly slipping the loose skin over
the swollen head, and allowing it to slip back again.“I suppose, Charles, after what you saw in the closet, you know what
this is meant to do.”I muttered out an indistinct reply that I did, and I hung down my
blushing face.“You have never put it into a lady, have you?”“Oh! dear no, ma’am.”“Would you like to do so?”I did not answer, but sheepishly held down my head.“Did you see what I had in the same place, when you were in the closet?”I muttered, “Yes, ma’am.”“Would it afford you any pleasure to see it again?”“Oh, yes; so much!”Mrs. B. rose, went to the window, drew down the blind, then gently
turned the key in the door. Returning to the chair, and drawing well up
her dress, petticoats and chemise, she exposed all her person up to the
middle of her belly; and sat down stretching herself backwards, and
opening her thighs well.“Well, my dear boy, look at it if you wish.”I was no longer shy. Nature prompted me to an act of gallantry that
gratified the lady immensely. Falling on my knees, I glued my lips to
the delicious spot, pushing my tongue in as far as I could, and sucked
it. It was quite spunky; I had no doubt but that Mr. B. had fucked her
two or three times just before leaving. This, however, made no
difference to me. The attack was as unexpected as it was delightful to
the lady. She placed both hands on my head and pressed my face against
her throbbing cunt. She was evidently hotly excited, not only by what I
was then doing, but by the scene, the conversation, and the handling of
my prick, which she had been indulging in. She wriggled her bottom
nervously below me, I continued to greedily lick her moist and juicy
cunt.“Oh! oh! dear Charles, what exquisite delight you are giving me. Oh!
oh!”And she pressed my face more fully into the gaping sheath, and
thrusting her bottom up at the same time, spent right into my mouth,
over my cheeks, chin, and neck. Her thighs closed convulsively round my
head, and for some moments she remained still. I continued to lick
away, and swallowed the delicious spunk that still flowed from her. At
last she spoke again—“Oh! you darling Charles, I love you for ever; but get up, it is now my
turn to give you a taste of the exquisite pleasure you have given me.”I raised myself, and she drew me to her, and gave me a long kiss,
licking her own sperm from off my lips and cheek; and desiring me to
thrust my tongue into her mouth, she sucked it deliciously, while her
soft hand and gentle fingers had again sought, found, and caressed my
stiff-standing prick. She then desired me to lay myself on the floor,
with three pillows to raise my head, and lifting up all her petticoats,
and striding across me, with her back to my face, she knelt down, then
stooping forward, she took my standing prick in her mouth, and at the
same time lowering her buttocks, brought her beautiful cunt right over
and down upon my mouth, the pillows exactly supporting my head at the
proper level, to command a thorough enjoyment of the whole, which now I
had completely before my eyes.In the former sucking my own position hid everything from view beyond
the rich mass of hair adorning her splendid mount of Venus, which I
found to be much more abundant than it had appeared to me when I had
seen it from the closet. When I applied my lips to the delicious gap, I
found that she had the most beautiful silky light curls running up to
and around her charming pink bottom-hole, and losing themselves in the
chink between the buttocks. I applied myself furiously to the delicious
gash, and sucked and thrust my tongue in alternately. I could see by
the nervous twitching of her buttocks, and the bearing down of her
whole bottom on my face, how much she was enjoying it. I, too, was in
an extasy of delight. One hand gently frigged the lower portion of my
prick, while the other played with my balls, and her beautiful mouth,
lips, and tongue sucked, pressed, and tickled the head of my excited
prick. The more furiously I sucked her cunt, the more her lips
compressed the head of my pego, and her tongue sought to enter the
urethra, giving me almost overpowering delight. Such reciprocal efforts
soon brought on the extatic crisis, I cried out:“Oh, lady! oh, dear lady! let me go; I am dying!”She knew well enough what was coming, but she had her own way, and at
the instant that she again poured down upon my mouth and face a
plenteous discharge, her own rosy mouth received a torrent of my sperm.For some minutes we lay mutually breathless and exhausted. Then Mrs. B.
rose, shook down her clothes, assisted me to rise, and taking me in her
arms, and pressing me lovingly to her bosom, told me I was a dear
charming fellow, and had enraptured her beyond measure. She then
embraced me fondly, kissing my mouth and eyes, and desiring me to give
her my tongue, sucked it so sweetly.“Now, fasten up your trousers, my darling boy.”When I had done so, the blind was drawn up, and the door unlocked.We sat down, I by her side with one arm round her lovely neck, and the
other clasped in her hand.“I am sure I can depend upon your prudence, my dear Charles, to keep
all this a profound secret from everyone. Your mamma thinks you a
child, and will suspect nothing. I shall take an opportunity of
suggesting that you shall sleep in the small room adjoining my bedroom,
and with which there is a door of communication. When everyone is gone
to bed, I shall open the door, and you shall come and sleep with me,
and I will let you enjoy me as you saw Mr. B. do the other day. Will
you like that?”“Oh! above all things, oh, yes. But you must also allow me to kiss that
delicious spot again that has just given me such pleasure. Will you
not, ma’am?”“Oh, yes, my darling boy, whenever we can do so safely, and unobserved;
but I must impress upon you never to seem very familiar with me before
anyone, or to take the slightest liberty unless I invite you to do so.
Anything of the sort would certainly draw attention, and lead to our
detection, and at once put an end to what I mean shall be a delightful
connection for you as well as myself.”I, of course, promised the most perfect obedience to her very prudent
directions. The ice was broken, and we allowed no ceremony to stand
between us. I grew again very excited, and would fain have proceeded at
once to try again to fuck her as well as suck her, but she was
inexorable, and told me I should only spoil the pleasure we should
afterwards have in bed. The day passed like an hour in her charming
society.The carriage brought mamma and party to dinner. Mamma hoped I had
behaved well, and been attentive to Mrs. B. in her absence. She
answered nothing could be better, and that I was quite a model
youth—so gentle and so obedient.My mother found that she had caught cold, and had febrile symptoms
after dinner. Mrs. B. persuaded her to retire to bed, and accompanied
her. When in her room, she apparently noticed, for the first time, my
little bed. She took the opportunity of suggesting that it would be
much better to remove it to the small room, so as to leave my mother in
perfect quiet, which my coming to bed might disturb.This was said in such an innocent natural manner, that no suspicion was
excited on the part of mamma or anybody else. Mamma only making the
objection that my early rising might by my noise disturb Mrs. B. in the
next room.“Oh, no; I am not so easily disturbed, besides he has been so well
behaved all day, that I am sure, if I tell him to be quiet in the
morning, he will not fail to do so.”So it was settled, and my bed was at once removed to the little room.I know not what Miss Evelyn thought of this; at any rate, she made no
remark, and I went to bed early. It will easily be conceived that I did
not go to sleep. The hours struck one after the other, and no
appearance of my amiable instructress. The remembrance of all her
charms was ever present to my mind’s eye, and I longed once more to
dart my tongue into her moist and juicy cunt, as well as to try the new
method that was to initiate me into the real secrets of Venus.The long delay of her coming put me in a perfect fever. I tossed and
tumbled in bed; my prick throbbed almost to bursting. Fortunately, I
had never frigged myself, and that resource never occured to me, or I
might have rendered myself quite incapable of enjoying the raptures my
beautiful benefactress afterwards entranced me with. At last I heard
voices and footsteps on the stairs. Mrs. B. bid Miss Evelyn good night,
and the next minute her door was opened, closed again, and the key
turned in the lock. I had taken the precaution to do so with my door. I
heard her use the night vase, and then she opened my door, at once
coming to my bedside. Seeing me awake and quite flushed, she kissed
me, and whispered—“Have you not been to sleep, Charles?”“No, ma’am,” I answered, in the same subdued tone, “I could not sleep.”“Why, dear boy?”“Because I was going to sleep with you.”Her lips pressed mine, and her soft hand, thrust under the clothes;
sought for and caressed my stiff-standing prick—it was as hard as iron.“Poor boy, I am afraid you have been suffering. How long has it been in
this state?”“All the evening, ma’am, and I did think you were such a long time in
coming.”“Well, Charles, I could not come sooner without causing suspicion—I
thought Miss Evelyn was suspicious, so I pretended to have no desire to
go to bed; and even when she showed evident symptoms of drowsiness
after her long ride, I rallied her upon it, and begged her to sit up
with me yet a little; until at last she could hold out no longer, and
begged me to let her retire. I grumblingly complied, and she is thrown
completely off any scent on our account, as she could never suppose I
was impatient as you to come here. I shall undress as fast as possible,
and then do my best to relieve you of this painful stiffness. Get up,
shut this door, and come to my bed. My room has an inner baize door,
and we shall there be certain of not being overheard.”I instantly complied, and she commenced undressing. Every detail of her
charming toilet was devoured by my greedy eyes. Her smooth, glossy, and
abundant hair, arranged in braids, was neatly fastened in under a
coquettish lace cap with pretty blue ribbons. Her chemise de nuit of
the finest, almost transparent cambric was edged with fine openwork.
She looked devine. The drawers of the commode contained scent bags of
that peculiar odour which is generally found to perfume the persons of
the most seductive women. In another moment she was in bed, clasping me
in her arms.chemise de nuit“Now, Charles, you must be a good boy, and make no noise, and allow me
to teach you your first love lesson, see I will lay myself down on my
back, thus—do you place yourself on your knees between my out-spread
thighs—there, that is a darling—now let me lay hold of your dear
instrument. Now lay yourself down on me.”I placed myself on her beautiful smooth and white belly and pressed
against the hair of her mount. With her long taper fingers she guided
my prick—I trembled in every limb and almost felt sick with
excitement—but when I felt the delicious sensation caused by the
insertion of my skinned pintle between the smooth warm oily folds of
the lady’s cunt—I gave but one shove which carried me up so that I
swooned away on her belly and milk-white bosom.When I came to myself I still lay on her belly, enfolded in her lovely
arms, my prick sheathed up to the cods in her delicious cunt, which was
throbbing in the most extatic way and pressing and closing with every
fold on my prick—which had hardly lost any of its pristine stiffness;
as my eyes began to discern her features, an exquisite smile played
upon my darling companion’s lips.“You sad rogue,” she whispered, “you have given me a baby; what have
you been doing to make you spend so soon, and in such a quantity. Did
you like it?”“Oh, dearest madam, I have been in heaven—surely no joy can be greater
than you have given me.”“But you do not know as yet everything that is to be done, and to how
much greater an extent the pleasure may be enhanced by mutual efforts;
move your instrument gently in and out—there, that is delicious, but
not so fast. Good, is it not nice!”And she moved in unison with me, meeting each slow thrust down by an
equal movement upwards, and squeezing my prick in the most delicious
manner internally, as she retired again to meet succeeding thrusts in
the same way.Oh! it was extatic—my prick, swollen to its utmost size, seemed to
fill her exquisite vagina, which although capable of easily
accommodating the larger prick of Mr. B., appeared to be sufficiently
contracted to embrace tightly with its smooth and slippery folds my
stiff throbbing prick. So we continued, I shoving myself into her, and
she upheaving her beautiful bottom to meet me. My hands removed
everywhere, and my mouth sucked her lips and tongue, or wandered over
her pulpy breasts sucking their tiny nipples. It was a long bout
indeed, prolonged by Mrs. Benson’s instructions, and she enjoyed it
thoroughly, encouraged me by every endearing epithet, and by the most
voluptuous manoeuvres. I was quite beside myself. The consciousness
that I was thrusting my most private part into that part of a lady’s
person which is regarded with such sacred delicacy caused me to
experience the most enraptured pleasure. Maddened by the intensity of
my feeling I at length quickened my pace. My charming companion did the
same, and we together yielded down a most copious and delicious
discharge.Although I retained sufficient rigidity to keep him in his place, Mrs.
B. would not allow any further connection with her, and she made me
withdraw, and bade me go to sleep like a good boy, and she would give
me a further lesson in the morning.Finding that she was determined on this point, and that she disposed
herself to slumber, I felt I was obliged to follow her example, and at
last fell fast asleep. It might be about five in the morning, quite
light at that time of year, when I awoke, and instead of finding
myself, as usual, in my own little bed—I found my arms round the
person of a charming woman, whose large plump smooth bottom lay in my
lap, pressing against my belly and thigh. I found my prick already in a
rampant state, and it at once began throbbing and forcing its way
between the delicious cheeks of her immense bottom, seeking the
delightful sheath it had so enjoyed the previous part of the night.
Whether Mrs. B, was asleep or not, I do not know, but am inclined to
think she really was so, from the muttered mistake she made in waking.
She was probably dreaming, for she mechanically raised her thighs. I
pressed my prick stoutly forward against her luxurious body, knowing
that the entrance to the temple of pleasure which had so entranced me
the night before lay in that direction. I found more difficulties than
I expected, but at length began to penetrate, although the orifice
appeared much tighter than on the previous evening. Excited by the
difficulties of entrance, I clasped the lady firmly round the waist and
pushed forcibly and steadily forward. I felt the folds give way to the
iron stiffness of my prick, and one-half of it was fairly embedded in
my extremely tight sheath. I put down my hand to press my prick a
little downwards to facilitate the further entrance; you may imagine my
astonishment when on so doing I found myself in the lady’s bottom-hole,
instead of her cunt. This at once explained the difficulty of entrance.
I was about to withdraw and place it in the proper orifice when a
convulsive pressure of the sphincter caused me such exquisite
satisfaction by the pressure of the folds on the more sensitive upper
half of my prick, which was so delicious, and so much tighter, and more
exciting than my previous experience of the cunt that I could not
resist the temptation of carrying the experiment to the end. Therefore,
thrusting my two fingers into her cunt, I pressed my belly forwards
with all my might, and sheathed my prick in her bottom-hole to its full
extent. Mrs. B at this awoke, and exclaimed, “Good Heavens! Fred, you
hurt me cruelly. I wish you would be content with my cunt, I shall be
unable to walk tomorrow. You know it always has that effect. It is
downright cruel of you—but since you are in, stay quiet a little, and
then continue to frig me with your fingers, as you know that eventually
gives me great pleasure.”She calls me Fred, what can she mean? I was, however, too agreeably
situated to speculate on anything, but as I was now buried within her
bottom-hole, I lay quiet for a few minutes as she had requested; and as
her complaints subsided, and I felt a slight reciprocating movement, I,
too, moved within her, working at the same time my two fingers in her
cunt. By this time she was wide awake, and became conscious of who was
her bedfellow.“What are you about, Charles?” she exclaimed, “do you know where you
are?”“I did not know I was doing anything wrong.”“Doing wrong, indeed! My, a lady’s bottom-hole was never intended for a
pego. How came you to put it in there?”“I cannot tell; I did not do it on purpose. I thought I was going into
the same delightful place I was in last night.”All this time I was moving my prick in and out of one aperture, and my
fingers were working away in the other. The tightness of the sheath
round my prick was delicious beyond anything I could conceive, and I
think, from the way the lady conducted herself, she liked it as much as
I did. At any rate, she permitted me to go on until I had a delicious
discharge; and she herself spent all over my hand.When the bout was over, she jumped out of bed, went to the basin, and
with a sponge purified herself. After which, she said—“My dear boy, you had better come and wash yourself, too; and take care
not to make a mistake of this kind again, as it is sometimes attended
with disagreeable consequences.”It was now perfect sunny daylight, and my enchanting mistress looked so
lovely in her almost transparent cambric nightshirt that I was
emboldened to ask her to let me see her perfectly naked in all her
glorious beauty of form. She gratified me at once; but laughingly,
pulled off my nightshirt, and said—“I, too, must have the pleasure not only of contemplating your
promising youthful charms, but of embracing your dear form
disencumbered of all the superfluities of dress.”We clasped each other in a most enrapturing embrace, and then my lovely
and engaging companion allowed me to turn her in every direction so as
to see, admire, and devour every charm of her exquisitely formed body.
Oh! she was indeed beautiful—shoulders broad, bosom, or rather upper
neck, flat, not showing any projection of the collar bone; bubbies
firm, well separated and round, with most exquisite rosy nipples not
much developed; a perfect waist, small naturally, with charming
swelling hips, and an immense bottom—it was almost out of proportion,
large, but oh, how beautiful. Then her belly, undulating so enticingly,
and swelling out, the lowest part into a very fine and prominent mons
Veneris, covered with a thick crop of silky and curly light hair; then
the entrance to the grotto of Venus had such delicious pouting lips,
rosy, but with hair still thick on each side, which is often not the
case even with women who have a sufficient tuft above, how beautiful
where it exists as it did in this charming and perfect woman,
continuing in beautiful little curls not only down to but around her
lovely pinky and puckered little bottom-hole, the delights of which I
had already, in this infancy of my love education, tasted and enjoyed.
Her two alabaster thighs, worthily supporting by their large
well-rounded fleshy forms, the exquisite perfections of the upper body,
I have already described. How beautiful, elegant, and elongated her
legs were, rising from well-turned ankles and most tiny beautiful feet.
Her skin was white as milk, and dazzlingly fair and smooth. To my young
eyes she was a perfect goddess of beauty. Even now, in advanced life, I
can remember nothing that, as a whole surpassed her, although I have
met many with points unsurpassingly beautiful—some carry it in the
bosom, some in the general carriage, some in the mount of Venus and
bottom together, and some in legs and thighs; but this devine creature,
without having the appearance of it when dressed, was, when stripped,
perfect in all her parts as well as beautiful in face—caressing and
voluptuous by nature, and lending herself, with the most enchanting
graces to instruct me in all the mysteries of love, and let me say, of
lust also.lustWe caressed each other with such mutual satisfaction that nature soon
drove us to a closer and more active union of the bodies. Fondly
embracing one another, we approached the bed, and being equally excited
threw ourselves upon it, and, in the exquisite contact of our naked
flesh, enjoyed a long, long bout of love, in which my most charming
companion exhibited all the resources of amorous enjoyment. Never shall
I forget the luxury of that embrace. She checked my natural tendency to
rush at once to a completion. I think we must have enjoyed the raptures
of that embrace fully half an hour before bringing on the grand finale,
in which my active companion showed the extraordinary suppleness of her
delicious body by throwing her legs over my back, pushing my bottom
forward with her heels, and raising and sinking her bottom in unison
with each thrust of my terribly stiff prick, which seemed to swell and
become thicker and harder than ever. In retiring from each thrust, her
cunt seemed to close upon my prick with the force of a pair of pincers.
We both came to the extatic moment at the same time, and both actually
screamed with delight; my ardent mistress in her fury of excitement
actually bit my shoulder and drew blood; but I felt it not—I was in
the seventh heaven of delight, and lay for long almost insensible on
her beauteous body, clasped in her loving arms. On coming to our senses:“Oh, my beloved boy,” she said, “never, never, have I experienced such
pleasure. You are a perfect angel. I only fear I shall come to love you
too much.”We turned on our sides without dislodging the dear instrument of our
enjoyment, and my lovely friend prattled on and delighted me with her
toying, embracing, and gaiety. My prick had once more swelled up, and I
wished to quietly enjoy a fuck in the luxurious position in which we
lay; but my lovely friend said—“That must not be, my dear Charles, I must consider your health. You
have already done more than your age warrants, and you must rise and go
to your bed to recover, by a sound sleep, your strength.”“But feel how strong I am,” and I gave a forcible thrust into her
glowing and well-moistened sheath. But, though she certainly was
greatly excited, she suddenly turned round and unseated me, and drew
away from me, refusing to take it again. As she was quite naked, the
movements of her beauteous form were most graceful and enchanting, and
one leg being thrown backwards left her lovely cunt full in view, and
actually gaping open before me. Seized with the strongest desire to
suck and kiss it, as I had done the night before, I begged that at
least she would grant me that last favour, as it could not in any way
do me harm. To this she readily consented, and lay down on her back,
opening her glorious thighs, and with a pillow under her bottom so as
to raise up her cunt into a better position for me to gamahuche her, as
she called it. Before letting me begin, she said—“My dear Charles, do you see that little projection at the upper part
of my quim, that is my clitoris, and is the site of the most exquisite
sensation; you see it is rather hard, even now, but you will find as
you titillate it with your tongue or suck it, that it will become
harder and more projecting, so apply your lips there.”I did as my lovely mistress desired, and soon found it stiffen and stand
up nearly an inch into my mouth.The convulsive twitches of her buttocks, the pressure forward of her
hand on my head, all proved the exquisite felicity my lovely friend was
enjoying. I slipped my hand under my chin—the position was awkward,
but I managed to thrust my thumb into her cunt. My forefinger was
somewhat in the way—but finding it exactly opposite the rosy hole of
her bottom, and all being very moist there, I pushed it forward and it
easily entered. I could not move my hand very actively, but I continued
to gently draw my finger and thumb a little back together, and then
thrust forward again. It seemed to add immensely to the pleasure I was
giving her; her whole body quivered with excessive excitement. My head
was pressed so firmly against her cunt that I had difficulty in
breathing, but I managed to keep up the action of tongue and fingers
until I brought on the exquisite crisis—her buttocks rose, her hand
pressed hard on my head and her two powerful and fleshy thighs closed
on my cheeks on each side and fixed me as if in a vice, while she
poured down into my mouth and all over my chin, neck, and hand a
perfect rush of sperm, and then lay in convulsive movements of
enjoyment, hardly knowing what she was doing. As she held me so fast in
every way, I continued to lick up the delicious discharge, and
continued at the same time to pass my tongue over her clitoris. This,
by producing a new excitement, brought her senses round. So relaxing
her hold of me with her thighs she said—“Oh, my darling Charles, come up to my arms that I may kiss you for the
exquisite delight you have given me.” I did so, but took care, in
drawing myself up, to engroove my stiff-standing prick in the
well-moistened open cunt that lay raised on a pillow so conveniently in
the way.“Oh, you sad traitor,” cried my sweet companion. “No, I cannot, I must
not allow it,” but I held her tight round the waist, and her position
was too favourable for me to be easily unhorsed.“Ah! you must not, my dear boy. If you will not consider yourself,
consider me. I shall be quite exhausted.” I shut her mouth with my
kisses and tongue, and soon the active movements I was making within
her charming vagina exercised their usual influence on her lubricity,
so as to make her as eager for the fray as myself.“Stop, my dear Charles, and you shall have it in a new position, which
will give you as much more pleasure as it will me.”“You are not going to cheat me, are you?”“Oh, no! my darling, I am now as much on fire as you are—withdraw.”I obeyed, half in fear. My fair mistress turned herself round, and
getting on her hands and knees, presented to my ardent gaze her
magnificent bottom. I thought she meant me to once more put it into the
rosy little orifice, and said so.“Oh! no,” she replied, “not there”; but putting her hand under her
belly, and projecting it backwards between her thighs, she said—“Give it me and I will guide it into the proper place.”Before doing so I stooped forward and pushing my face between the
glorious cheeks of her bottom, sought and found the lovely little
orifice, kissed it, and thrust my tongue in.“Oh! don’t Charles, dear, you tickle me so,” then flinching, and
squeezing her buttocks together, I had nothing for it but to put my
prick in her hand. She immediately guided it to and engulphed it in her
burning cunt up to the very hair. I found I apparently got in fully an
inch further this way—the position also gave my beautiful instructress
more power of pressure on my prick—then her glorious buttocks, heaving
under my movements, and exposed in all their immensity, was most
exciting and beautiful. I seized her below the waist with a hand upon
each hip, pressing her magnificent backside against me each time that I
thrust forward. Oh! it was indeed glorious to see. I was beside myself,
and furious with the excitement the view of all these charms produced
upon me. My charming mistress seemed equally to enjoy it, as was
evinced by the splendid movements of her body; till at last overcome by
the grand finale, she sank forward on her belly, and I followed on her
back, without losing the position of my throbbing prick within her. We
both lay for some time incapable of movement, but the internal
squeezing and convulsive pressure of her cunt on my softened, but still
enlarged prick, were exquisite beyond imagining. At last she begged me
to relieve her. Getting out of bed, she sighed deeply, kissed me
tenderly, and said, “My dear Charles, we must not be so extravagant in
future, it will destroy us both—come, let me see you to your bed.” The
sight of my lovely mistress standing naked in all the glory of her
beauty and perfection of form began to have its usual effect upon my
prick, which showed symptoms of raising his head again; she gave it a
pat, stooped down, and for a moment plunged its head into her beautiful
mouth, then seizing my nightshirt, she threw it over my head and
conducted me to my own bed, put me in, tucked me up, and tenderly
kissing me, left the room, first unlocking my door and then locking the
door of communication between the two rooms. Thus passed the first
glorious night of my initiation into all the rites of Venus, and at the
hands of a lovely, fresh and beautiful woman, who had only been married
long enough to make her a perfect adept in the art. Never, oh never!
have I passed such a night. Many and many a fine woman, perfect too in
the art of fucking, have I enjoyed, but the novelty and the charm, the
variety and the superiority of the teacher, all combined to make this
night the ne plus ultra of erotic pleasure.ne plus ultraIt need not be said that, exhausted by the numerous encounters I had in
love’s battlefield, I fell into a deep and sound sleep, until aroused
by being rudely shaked up. I opened my eyes in astonishment. It was my
sister Mary. She threw her arms round my neck, and kissing me, said—“You lazy boy, do you know they are all down at breakfast, and you
still asleep. What has come over you?”all“Oh!” I said, “I got frightened with a horrible dream, and lay awake so
long afterwards that when I did sleep, I overslept myself.”“Well, get up at once,” and pulling the clothes quite off me, she laid
bare my whole private parts, with my cock, as usual in youth on waking,
at full stand.“Oh! Charlie,” said Mary, fixing her eyes upon it in astonishment at
its thickness and length. “How your doodle has grown,” and she laid
hold of it. “Why it is as hard as wood, and see how red its head is.”
Without her knowing why, it evidently had its natural effect on her
sense, and she flushed as she squeezed it.“Ah! my dear Mary, I have learnt a great secret about that thing, which
I will tell you the first time we can be quite alone and secure from
interruption. Just now there is no time, but before you go downstairs,
let me see how your poor little Fanny is.”We had been used to these infantile expressions when in our ignorance
and innocence we had mutual examinations of the difference of our
sexes, and my sister was still as ignorant and innocent as ever. So
when I said that I had not seen it since it was so ill-treated in the
terrible whipping she had received from Miss Evelyn, she at once pulled
up all her petticoats for me to look at it.“Lie back for a moment on the bed.”She complied. I was delighted. The prominence her mons Veneris had
assumed, the increased growth of moss-like little curls, and the
pouting lips of her tiny slit—all was most promising and charming. I
stooped and kissed it, licking her little prominent clitoris with my
tongue; it instantly hardened, and she gave a convulsive twitch of her
loins.“Oh! Charlie, how nice it is! What is it you are doing? Oh, how nice!
Oh, pray go on.”
But I stopped, and said—“Not at present, my darling sister, but when we can get away together I
will do that and something much better, all connected with the great
secret I have got to tell you. So run downstairs, and tell them why I
had overslept myself, but not a word to anyone about what I have told
you. I will be down in a trice.”She went away, saying—“Oh, Charlie, dear, what you did just now was so nice, and has made me
feel so queer; do find an early opportunity of telling me all about it.”Very few minutes sufficed to finish my toilet and bring me to the
breakfast table.“Why, Charlie,” broke out my mother, “what is this horrid dream?”“I can hardly tell you, my dear mother, it was so confused; but I was
threatened to be murdered by horrid-looking men, and at last taken to
high rocks and thrown down. The agony and fright awoke me, screaming,
and all over perspiration. I could not sleep for hours after, even
though I hid my head under the clothes.”“Poor child,” said Mrs. Benson, who was quietly eating her breakfast.
“What a fright you must have had.”
“Yes, ma’am, and at the same time, as I awoke with a scream, I was
afraid I might have disturbed you, for all at once I remembered I was
no longer in mamma’s room, but next door to you. I hope I did not wake
you?”“Oh, no, my dear boy; I never heard you, or I should have got up to see
what was the matter.”So it passed off, and no further observation was made about it, but I
once caught Mrs. Benson’s eye, and the expression and a slight nod was
a sign of approval of my story. After breakfast we went as usual to the
schoolroom. I thought Miss Evelyn was kinder in her manner to me than
usual. She made me stand close to her when saying my lessons,
occasionally letting her left arm fall round my neck, while she pointed
to my book with the finger of the right, and there was always a certain
pressure before raising her arm again. These little caresses were
frequently repeated, as if she were wishing either to accustom me or
herself to a habit of it, so as, doubtless, gradually to increase them
to something more definite. I could not help feeling what a different
effect these endearments would have had twenty-four hours earlier; but
now, momentarily satisfied passions, and the new love that had seized
me for Mrs. B., prevented at first the inevitable cockstand that would
otherwise have been produced by these approaches of Miss Evelyn. Not
that I had given up all desire to possess her. On the contrary, my last
night’s instruction only made me more anxious to have Miss Evelyn too.
Therefore, I by no means repulsed her present caresses, but looked up
innocently in her face, and smiled affectionately. In the afternoon she
was more expansive, and drew me to her by her arm round my waist, and
pressed me gently to her person, saying how well I was attending to my
lessons, and how sorry she was to have been obliged to punish me so
severely the week before.“You will be a good boy in future, will you not, dear Charlie?”“Oh, yes; as long as you are so kind to me. I love you so much, and you
are so beautiful when you speak so kindly to me.”“Oh, you little flatterer.”And she drew me to her lips and gave me a sweet kiss, which I returned
with eagerness. I felt my prick had raised itself up to its full extent
as these caresses were exchanged, and as Miss Evelyn held me tight
pressed against her thigh, she must have felt it throbbing against her.
That she did so, I have no doubt, as her face flushed, and she said—“There, now, that will do, go to your seat.”I obeyed; she rose in an agitated manner, left the room, and was absent
for a quarter of an hour. I had no doubt but that she was overcome by
her feelings, and I thought to myself she will manage to have me some
of these days. I could afford to leave it to her own discretion, as my
charming mistress of last night was there to keep me in exercise and
cool the effervescence of passion under which I should otherwise have
laboured. Nothing particular occured during the day; Mrs. B. was
apparently indifferent about me, and never sought to approach or be in
any way familiar; I studied her looks and followed her example. Mamma
sent me early to bed, as she feared I had not had sleep enough the
previous night by reason of my bad dream, and hoped I should have no
more of the kind. This time my beautiful mistress found me sound asleep
when she came to bed. She did not awake me until she had completed her
night toilet, and was all ready to receive me in her arms. I sprung up,
and in an instant, without a word being said, had her on her back, and
was into her delicious cunt as far as I could drive my stiff-standing
prick. My energy and fury seemed to please and stimulate the lady, for
she replied to every eager thrust with as eager a spring forward. In
such haste matters were very speedily brought to a crisis—with mutual
sighs, and “oh’s” and “ah’s,” we sank exhausted, and lay for a very
short time, when charming Mrs. B. said—“Why, Charles, you are quite wild to me; what a hurry you have been in,
but it was very nice, and I forgive you, but you must be more rational
in future.”“Oh, my beloved mistress, how can I help it; you are so beautiful, and
so good to me; I quite adore and love every part of your charming body.
I know I was too impetuous, but I must make it up by kissing and
fondling the dear source of all my joys.”She did not resist, but let me do as I liked. Pushing myself down the
bed, I applied my lips and tongue to her lovely cunt, all wet with our
mutual discharge, which was so sweet to the taste that I first began
licking between the lips, and then applied myself to her excited
clitoris, and with my finger and thumb working as on the previous
morning I threw her into an extasy of delight, until again she had a
delicious discharge. Then creeping up, I thrust my prick into her
well-moistened and velvety cunt—as you may imagine it was rampant as
ever after my mouth contact with the exquisite quim I had been sucking.“Stop, Charles, darling, I will show you another position, where you
can lie easily with your dear delightful prick up to the hilt in the
sheath you have so charmingly excited. Here, lie down by my right side—on
your side.”She lay down on her back, and throwing her right leg over my hips, told
me to bend my knees forward and open my legs, or rather lift up my
right leg. She placed her left thigh between my thighs, then slightly
twisting her bottom up towards me brought the lips of her cunt directly
before my prick, which she seized with her delicate fingers, and guided
safely into Venus’s grotto. I gave one or two shoves, and she a heave
or two, to house him comfortably.“And now,” she said, “we will take it reasonably in this way; we can go
on, or stay occasionally; embrace, cuddle, or talk, just as we please.
Are you quite comfortable?”“Oh! deliciously so!” I replied, as my hand wandered all over her
beautiful belly and bubbies, and then my mouth sucked the last.“There, darling, that will do for the moment; I want to have some talk
with you. First, let me thank you for your very discreet behaviour this
day, it quite justifies the confidence I had in you. Your story of the
dream was capital, and just suited the purpose. I hope, my dear
Charlie, that under my auspices you will become a model lover—your
aptitude has already proved in several ways. First and best, with all
the appearance of a boy, you are quite a man, and even superior to
many. You have already shown great discretion and ready wit, and there
is no reason to fear that you will become a general favourite with our
sex, who soon find out who is discreet and who is otherwise—discretion
is the trump card of success with us. Alas! few of your sex understand
this. Let me impress one lesson on you, my dear Charles. You and I
cannot continue long on our present footing. My husband will return and
carry me away, and although circumstances will throw us at intervals
into each other’s arms—for you may be sure you will be always welcome
to me—yet my very absence will force you to seek other outlets to the
passions I have awakened and taught their power. I have one piece of
advice to give you as to your conduct to newer lovers—for have them
you must, my dear Charles, however much you may fancy yourself now
attached to me; with these, let them all for some time imagine that
each possesses you for the first time. First of all, it doubles their
satisfaction, and so increases your pleasure. Your early discretion
causes me to think that you will see all the advantages of this
conduct. I may add that if they suppose you have had previous
instruction, they, if they are women, will never rest until they have
drawn from you the secret of your first instructress. You might, of
course, tell some tale of a ‘cock and a bull,’ but in searching for the
truth and cross-questioning you when you are least aware of it, they
will lead you into contradictions, and the truth will at last be
ferreted out. Now this would be unjust to me, who have risked a good
deal to give you the delightful instructions of last night, and, as I
hope, of many more. So you see, my dear Charles, in all early cases you
must enact the part of an ignoramus seeking for instruction, with
vague ideas of how to set about it. I hope, while I am near you,” she
added, “no such occasion will arise, but I feel certain, with your
passions and your power, dear, darling fellow—push away—I!—I!—I
feel for cer—certain they will ar—arise.”seekingThus ended the very wise and excellent advice this charming woman was
giving me. Do not imagine that I did not pay great attention, and,
indeed, her very reasonable maxims became the guide of my after-life,
and I owe to them a success with women rarely otherwise obtained. Her
sensible remark had been drawn out to such a length, that my prick had
so far rebelled that he had throbbed inside of her delicious cunt so
forcibly as to produce a happy movement of her body that interrupted
and cut short her words.“Charlie, my darling, pass your middle finger down and rub it on my
clitoris, and then suck the nipple of my bubby next you, and work away
with your glorious prick.”I did as desired. She seconded me with an art quite peculiar to
herself, and at last we both died away in that love’s death which is so
overpowering and so delicious. The glorious position we were in
rendered it almost impossible to lose ground, spend as often as you
please; but if my prick had been one that would have shrunk to nothing,
the wonderful power of retaining it within her possessed by my
delicious mistress would have prevented the possibility of exit.In after-nights I have often fallen sound asleep with it entirely
engulphed within her, and awoke hours afterwards to find her
extraordinary power of retention had held him firm, notwithstanding his
having shrunk up to a mere piece of doughy flesh. In this instance,
after recovering our senses, I still retained my place, and we
recommenced our conversation; my lovely instructress giving me many and
most useful hints for my after-life. I have often since dwelt on the
wisdom of all she so charmingly taught me, and wondered how so young a
woman could have so thorough a knowledge of her sex and the world. I
suppose love is a great master and inspired her on this occasion. I may
here remark that for forty years afterwards this charming woman and I
remained the fastest of friends after being the most ardent of lovers.
She was the depository of all my erotic extravagancies, and never
showed any jealousy, but really enjoyed the recital of my wildest love
combats with others.Alas! death at last took her from me, and I lost the mainstay of my
existence. Forgive this digression, but I am writing long after these
events, and sorrows will have their vent. Woe is me!To return to present joys. We continued talking and toying, until I was
again anxious to commence love’s combat. My prudent mistress wished me
to finish for the time, and to sleep and refresh ourselves for renewed
efforts; but youth and strength nerved me for the fight, and being
securely fixed, I held her as in a vice, with my thighs around only one
of hers that could have allowed her to escape. Passing my finger down
on her stiffened clitoris I so excited her that she had no wish but to
bring matters to a crisis.“Stop, my dear,” she said, “and we will renew our pleasure in another
attitude.”So withdrawing her leg off my loins, she turned on her side, so as to
present her glorious buttocks before me, and pressed them into my belly
and against my thighs, which seemed to introduce my prick even further
than he was within before. Besides, in all these positions, where a
woman presents her splendid backside to you, it is always more
exciting, and has a greater hold of you than any other way. We did most
thoroughly enjoy this splendid fuck, and without withdrawing, both fell
into the sweetest imaginable slumber. This was one of those occasions
in which, having fallen asleep engulphed, I awoke some five hours
later, to find my prick still lightly held within the velvety folds of
one of the most delicious cunts ever created for the felicity of man,
or, I may say, woman either. You may easily imagine how soon my prick
swelled to his wonted size on finding himself still in such charming
quarters. I let him lay quite still, barring the involuntary throbs he
could not avoid making, and bending my body away from my lovely
mistress, I admired her breadth of shoulders, the beauty of her upper
arm, the exquisite chute of her loins, the swell of her hips, and the
glorious projection and rotundity of her immense buttocks. I slowly and
gently pushed in and out of her juicy sheath, until, awakened by the
exquisite sensations of my slow movements, all her lubricity was
excited, and we ended one of our most delicious encounters, finishing,
as usual, with a death-like exhaustion. She declared I had done enough
for one night, and jumping out of bed, compelled me to betake myself to
my own room, where, I must confess, I very shortly slept as sound as
could be, without at the same time oversleeping myself.chuteThus passed several successive nights, until the full of the moon, when
one day Mrs. B. complained of headache and feeling unwell. I was very
much alarmed, but she took occasion to tell me it was quite natural,
and she would explain to me how it was so at night. I was obliged to be
content with this. At night, she came and sat on my bed, and told me
all the mysteries of the case. How women, not with child, had these
bleedings monthly, which, so far from being hurtful, were a relief to
the system, and that they happened at the full or the new moon,
generally at the former. Further, that all connection with men must
cease at such a time. I was in despair, for my prick was stiff enough
to burst. However, my kind and darling mistress, to relieve me from the
pain of distention, took my prick in her mouth, and performed a new
manoeuvre. Wetting her middle finger with her saliva, she thrust it up
my bottom-hole, and worked in unison with the suction of the knob, and
the frigging of the root of my prick with the other hand. I had a most
exquisite and copious discharge, the pleasure being greatly enhanced by
the action of the finger up my fundament. My charming mistress
swallowed all I could give her, and did not cease sucking until the
last drop had exuded from my throbbing prick.I was obliged to be satisfied with this, and my mistress informed me I
could have no more enjoyment for four or five days; which, to my
impatience, was like condemning me to as many ages of hope deferred. I
observed, while she was kissing me, that her breath had a peculiar
odour, and I asked her what she had been eating.“Why do you ask, my dear boy?”“Because of the difference of your breath, generally so sweet and
fragrant.”She smiled and said it was all from the same cause she had just been
explaining to me, and was very generally so with women at that period.
I mention this because it was the means of my discovering that Miss
Evelyn was exactly in the same state. She had continued her endearing
caresses without proceeding much further than I have already described,
except more frequently kissing me. She now always did so on first
entering the schoolroom, and also when we were dismissed. I suppose to
prevent an observation or inference, she had adopted the same habit
with my sisters. On this day, having drawn me with her arm round my
waist close to her, when she kissed me I felt the very same odour of
breath that I had observed in Mrs. Benson. She too was languid that day
and complained of headache. I also observed a dark line under her eyes,
and on afterwards observing Mrs. B., saw precisely the same—so I
became convinced they were unwell from the same cause. Mrs. B. had told
me that most women were so at the full of the moon—which was then the
case.The next day my mother proposed to drive to town, and probably knowing
the state of the case, asked Mrs. B. and Miss Evelyn to accompany her,
as she thought the airing would be beneficial. They at once
accepted—my younger sister cried out, “Oh, mamma, let me go with you
also.” Mary interposed, and thought she had the best right—but Lizzie
said she had spoken first. I managed to give Mary a wink and a shake of
the head, which she instantly comprehended, so gracefully giving way,
although with apparent reluctance, it was arranged that Eliza should
accompany the ladies. I now felt my opportunity was at hand to initiate
my darling sister into the delightful mysteries that I had just been
myself instructed in.At eleven o’clock the carriage drove up, and we stood looking after
them until they were lost to sight. Then returning into the parlour,
Mary threw her arms round my neck, and kissing me, said—“Oh! I am glad, Charlie, you winked to me, for now you know we can do
as we like, and you can tell me all about this secret, and you must
kiss my little Fanny as you did before, it was so nice. I have thought
of nothing else, but how to have it done again.”“Well, my darling, I shall do all that, and more, but we cannot do so
here. I tell you what we will do—we will pretend to go for a long walk
in the country, but instead of that, we will pass through the shrubbery
into the orchard and hazelwood, and so gain the little remote summer
house, of which I have secured the key; there we shall be safe from all
observation.”This little summer house was at some distance from the house, and in a
lonely corner of the orchard, raised on an artificial mount, so that
its windows should command a lovely view beyond the walls of the
grounds. It was about ten feet square—was beautifully sheltered, and
the ladies in summer took their work there, and occupied it for hours
every fine day; so it was furnished with tables and chairs, and on one
side a long couch without a back. It had already entered into my idea
that this was the spot I should contrive to get to with Mary—little
thinking how chance would throw so glorious an opportunity in my way so
soon. It was always kept locked to prevent it being used by the
servants, gardeners, or others. I knew where the key was kept, and
secured it when the ladies were dressing for their drive—so after
staying sufficiently long to prevent any suspicion, and saying then we
were going for a long walk in the country, so as to prevent them
seeking for us at the summer house if any visitors should chance to
call, we sallied out, but re-entered the grounds where we could not be
observed, and speedily gained the spot we had in view—entered and
locked the door. Then I drew down the blinds, threw off my coat and
waistcoat, and told Mary to take off her shawl and bonnet, and outer
gown.“But why all this, Charlie, dear?”“First, my darling—all those are in the way of kissing and toying with
your charming little Fanny, and next, I don’t want anything to appear
tumbled when we go back.”This was enough, and she did everything as I desired, indeed, more, for
she took off her petticoat and little corset, saying she would be
cooler thus. So, following her example, I took off my trousers, saying
she would be better able to see and play with my doodle. When these
preliminaries were accomplished, I drew her on my knees—first pulling
up her shift and my own shirt, so that our naked flesh should be in
contact. Seeing that her chemise fell off from her bosom, I first felt
her little bubbies, which were beginning to develop themselves, and
had the tiniest little pink nipples that even my lips could hardly get
hold of. She had pulled up my shirt to look again at the great change
that had occured to my prick—of course, our preliminaries had already
excited it to a stiff-standing position.“Oh, Charlie, what a size it is to be sure; and how nice to pull this
skin over its head; look how it runs back again. Oh! how funny!”It was time to stop this, or she would have soon made me discharge.“Well, then, what is this great secret, and what has it to do with your
doodle and my Fanny?”“I will tell you, but you must never say a word to a soul—not even to
Eliza, she is too young yet.”
“Well, go on.”“I was one day seeking something in the closet in Mrs. Benson’s room,
when I heard them coming, and had only the time to slip into the
closet. They entered, locked the door, and Mr. B. laid her on the bed,
and lifted up all her petticoats so that I saw her Fanny quite
surrounded with hairs, as yours will be by and by. Mr. B, stooped down,
and applied his tongue as I did to you the other morning.”“Oh, yes; and it was so nice, Charlie!”“That is exactly what Mrs. B. said when he had done. Then he pulled out
his doodle, such a size, much bigger than mine, and whipped it into her
Fanny. I was quite frightened, and thought he must have killed her. But
no, it went in quite easy; and she hugged and kissed him while he
pushed it up and down for some time, till they both stopped all at
once. He then drew it out, hanging down all wet, and asked if it had
not given her great pleasure. ‘Delightful,’ she said. ‘I have now got
used to it, but you know you hurt me, and made me so sore the first
time you did it.’ After this they left the room, and I got away without
being discovered. But I found out what our two things were made for, we
will do as they did, so lie down on the couch whilst I kneel at the
end, and begin in the way I kissed it the other morning.”“Oh, Charlie, if it is all like that, I shall be so pleased with it.”Down she squatted, drawing up her chemise. My hand wandered all over
her charming belly and mount. Then kneeling down, and putting her legs
over my shoulders, and my hands under her thighs and bottoms, I applied
my tongue at once to her little clitoris, which I found was already
stiff, and showing its head at the upper part of her pinky slit. The
action of my agile tongue produced an instantaneous effect—her loins
and thighs heaved up her bottom to press her little pouting cunt
against my face. Mechanically she put her hand on my head, and muttered
terms of endearment—“Oh, darling Charlie, how delicious! Oh! do go on! it is so nice, &c.”I wanted no stimulant, but licked away until, with shortened breath;
and greater heavings of her body, she began to stammer—“Oh! oh! I feel so queer—ah, stop; I am going to faint—I, I, I,
can’t—can’t bear it any longer—oh!—oh!” Her limbs relaxed, and she
died away in her first discharge, which was very glutinous and nice,
but only scanty in quantity. I let her quiet until she came to; then
looking in her face, and smiling, I asked her how she liked it.“Oh! I was in heaven, dear Charlie, but I thought it was killing me—it
was almost too much to bear—nothing could be more delicious.”“Oh, yes!” I replied, “there is something more delicious still, but, I
must kiss you in this way again before we try the other; the more moist
the inside is the easier I shall get in.”“But, Charlie, you don’t mean to say you will ever get in your doodle,
now that it has grown so big.”“Well, we will try, and if it hurts you too much we can stop.”So I began again to gamahuche her; this time it took a longer effort to
produce the ultimate result; but apparently with still greater effect,
and a more copious discharge. Her little cunt being now relaxed, and
well moistened with her own discharge and my saliva, and well inclined
to receive my prick, I spat upon it and lubricated it from head to
root. Then rising from my knees, I stretched myself over Mary’s belly,
and gently directing my prick, and rubbing it up and down first between
the lips, and exciting her clitoris by the same action, I gently and
gradually inserted its head between the lips of her charming little
cunt. There was less difficulty than might have been expected, the
gamahuching and double spending had relaxed the muscles, and her
passions being excited also acted on her organs of generation; at all
events, I got in the head, and about two inches of its length without
her murmuring anything beyond—“How big it feels—it seems to stretch me so.”All this was exciting me dreadfully, and it was only by the greatest
effort that I did not thrust rudely forward. I now felt I was pushing
against some obstacle, I thrust hard and hurt her. She cried out,
begged me to stop. I was so near the finale that I felt I must go on.
So, plunging forward, I rushed, at the impediment, and made her cry out
most lustily. Probably another push would have decided my position, but
nature could hold out no longer, and I yielded down my erotic tribute
to her virginal charms, without having actually deflowered her. So far,
perhaps, it was fortunate, because I poured into her a torrent of sperm
which was not only balm to her partially wounded hymen, but so relaxed
and lubricated the interior of her cunt as greatly to facilitate my
after-efforts.I lay quiet still for some time, and the gradual swelling out and
throbbing of my prick reawakened her young passions. She said—“Charlie, my dear, you said that it would prove delicious in the end,
and I can feel it is becoming so. I have no more pain, and you shall go
on just as you like.”As my prick stiffened at her endearing words and involuntary pressures,
and as I had it completely under control, since I had taken the edge
off its immediate appetite by the last discharge, I held it literally
well in hand; and as I had lost no ground by withdrawing, I started
with the advantage of possession. First I slipped my hand down between
our two bellies and began frigging her clitoris, which immediately
excited her passions to the highest pitch.“Oh! Charlie, dear, now push it all in—I do so long for it—and I
don’t care how it hurts me.”I had been giving short thrusts more to stimulate her passions than to
alleviate my own; and as she was totally unaware of what was going to
happen, she widened her thighs and heaved up her bottom, expanding her
vagina in the act. I gathered my strength together, and as my cock was
standing as stiff as iron, I suddenly drove it forward, and felt that I
broke through something, and gained two inches more insertion at least.
The effect on my poor sister was most painful, she shrieked out
lustily; strove hard to unsheath me, wriggled her body in all
directions to effect this; but I was too securely engulphed for that,
and all her struggles only enabled me the more easily to sheathe him up
to the very hairs. So excited was I by her tears and screams, that I
was no sooner there than a torrent of sperm burst from me, and I lay
like a corpse on her body, but perfectly maintaining the ground I
possessed. This death-like quiet lasted some minutes, and, to a certain
extent, assuaged the violence of the pain I put poor Mary to.
Doubtless, also, the balmy nature of the ample quantity of sperm I had
shot up to her womb helped to soothe her suffering. At all events, when
we were both able again to converse, she unbraided me with the agony I
had caused her, and wished me to get off her at once; but retaining the
advantageous possession of her very tight and delicious sheath, I told
her all was now over, and we might look forward to nothing but
enrapturing pleasure.Some minutes had elapsed in these remonstrances on one side; and
coaxings on the other, when I suddenly felt her charming little cunt
actually throb upon and give an involuntary squeeze to my prick, which
was still throbbing her. He was far too ready to stand at any time,
still more when engulphed in the exquisite young cunt he had just
initiated into love’s mysteries—bref—he stood stiff as ever, and
Mary, at first with a shudder of fright, then with all the energy of
awakened passion, began to move her body under me. I held off from any
interference, feeling certain that if the desire came naturally to her
it would doubly enhance my own pleasure. My foresight did not fail me.
Mary’s passions became fully aroused, and when so, the trifling
soreness passed out of mind, and we actually had a most delicious fuck,
in which my prick appeared as if in a vice, and Mary wriggled her
backside almost as well as the more artistic movements of Mrs. Benson.
All things must come to an end, but this did so amid screams of delight
on both sides. This single bout began and finished the education of my
darling sister. She hugged and fondled me afterwards, declaring I was
quite right in telling her pleasure followed pain; for nothing could
exceed the enrapturing nature of the sensation my prick had produced.
She thought now that it was not a bit too big, but just made to give
the utmost satisfaction. We remained locked in each other’s arms, my
prick still engulphed in its tight and exciting sheath. We fondled and
prattled, until it became again in a state of violent erection, equally
stimulating her tight little cunt, so that we were forced to recommence
our love encounter. I found that my dear little sister possessed
naturally the power of throbbing on or nipping a prick, which the
French call casse-noisette. It is a great gift and adds immensely to
the man’s pleasure, and I should think to the woman’s too. In my
sister’s case it began from the very first complete insertion of my
prick and the years that I afterwards continued to fuck her added
nothing to this delicious accomplishment, except in the variety of
positions in which it could be exercised.brefcasse-noisetteThe dear girl was in extasies at the pleasure she had received, and at
the pain which seemed to be past. Oh! she was so sweetly caressing that
I could not withdraw from her, and we fondled and toyed until again my
cock rose to his first vigour, and she nothing loath, began her new and
naturally taught gift of bottom upheavings and cunt pressures until
again we sank exhausted in the death-like ending of love’s battles. On
recovering our senses, I was obliged to withdraw and relieve my sister
of the dead weight of my body on her person.It has always struck me as extraordinary how the most delicate women
will support a heavy man on their persons, not only without flinching,
but even with ease and pleasure—but so it is. On rising and
withdrawing, we were both alarmed to see that my prick was all bloody,
and that blood and semen were oozing from her cunt. We had no idea this
would be the case, and at first I was as frightened as she was. A
moment’s reflection showed me that it was only the natural result of
forcing my way in, and that the pleasure since enjoyed proved it to be
of no consequence. I soon convinced and calmed my sister on the
point—fortunately the sofa covering was red, and applying my
handkerchief, I wiped up all the semen mixture, and, in fact, no marks
remained; the same handkerchief wiped all results from Mary’s dear
little cunt, and as her shift had been kept well up, fortunately no
stains appeared upon that.We now ate some luncheon and drank some wine that we had prudently
brought with us. We then began playing and romping together—she
wanting always to get hold of my prick, and I to pull her about in
every way. It was gloriously warm weather, so I proposed we should off
with everything. In a trice we were as naked as we were born, and flew
into each other’s arms in a frenzy of delight, then we had a mutual
thorough inspection. My darling sister gave every promise of becoming a
magnificent woman—her shoulders were already wide—her arms well
shaped, although still thin—her waist small—the swell of the hips
already well developed—as to her bottom, it stuck out well and hard
behind, quite charming to see, and giving promise of very ample
dimensions hereafter.I made her kneel on the low couch, with her head well up and her thighs
open; kneeling behind, I gamahuched her until she spent; then rising,
shoved my prick into her cunt, in her then position, and had a
downright good poke, which she, too, found was a way that gave her
extra excitement. We passed thus some hours in mutual delights. I
taught her the side fuck which had so charmed me with my delightful
instructress, and I found dear Mary even an apter scholar than myself
had proved. The afternoon advancing, we dressed, and eradicating all
signs of what we had been doing, returned to the house, mutually
promising to keep thoroughly secret all that had passed and agreeing
that no sign of unusual familiarity should escape us. I strongly
advised Mary to get some warm water and bathe her cunt well, for, as
may be supposed, I had taken the opportunity of teaching her the true
erotic language as applied to the organs of generation of both sexes,
and the name of the connection itself, “fucking.”Thus delightfully ended the first lesson in love taught to my sister,
and such was my first triumph over a maidenhead, double enhanced by the
idea of the close ties of parentage between us. In after-life, I have
always found the nearer we are related, the more this idea of incest
stimulates our passions and stiffens our pricks, so that if even we be
in the wane of life, fresh vigour is imparted by reason of the very
fact of our evasion of conventional laws.We had both returned to the drawing room for more than an hour before
the arrival of the ladies. Dear Mary complained of feeling sore and
stiff in every limb. I had advised her to lie down on the sofa and try
to sleep. I did the same, and happily we both dozed off, and never
awoke until the loud rat-tat of arrival at the house door roused us up.
I told Mary to hide all appearance of pain, and only to say, as an
excuse for going early to bed, that we had gone further afield than we
at first intended, and that she was very tired. We were both sent early
to bed, for I was still treated as quite a boy, and I was sound asleep
when my charming Mrs. B. woke me up by her warm caresses. I could well
have spared them that night, but when did one of my years not respond
to the endearments of the woman he loved, and who yielded all to him.
She sucked me dry as usual, and I slept soundly till morning.The next three days passed without anything to record. Mary did not
allow her real soreness to appear, but heroically went through her
sufferings, for she told me afterwards she felt very severe pains all
over, doubtless her whole nervous system had been overexcited, and this
was the natural reaction; it was so far fortunate that not a shadow of
a chance of our having fresh connection occurred, so she had time to
perfectly recover from the ill effects of her first initiation into the
erotic raptures. I continued to have the relief each night of the
charming mouth of my loved and beautiful instructress. At last, the
abominable menses, as she called them, were past and gone. For a full
twenty-four hours after, she would not allow me to reassume all the
privileges she had previously granted, and admit me to share her bed.
She told me this was necessary to prevent any recurrence, and also that
in some cases a virulent white discharge occasionally followed for some
hours, sufficiently acrid to affect my local health, and “that,” she
added, “was now too precious in her estimation to risk it in any way.”
I thought it hard at the time, but it was only another proof of the
thoughtful wisdom of this estimable woman. At last, I was again in full
possession of her charming person. Oh! how we did revel in all the
luxuries and lubricity; almost every night my enchanting friend found
some new position to vary and enhance our erotic raptures. One new dose
was laying me down flat on my back, then straddling over me, she sank
on her knees, and with body erect, lifted up or rather bent back my
stiff-standing prick, until he was fairly below her open cunt, then
guiding it exactly to the proper entrance, she sank her body slowly
down upon it until fully engulphed, hair crushed hair, then as slowly
raising again, she drew off until all but the nut was uncovered, to
again sink down. In this position we could both see the whole process.
At length, becoming too excited, she sank on my bosom, then one arm and
hand pressed her splendid buttocks down on my throbbing prick after
every elevation of her magnificent backside while my other hand,
doubling round behind her, introduced the middle finger up her charming
bottom-hole, and worked in and out in unison with both our heaving
movements, until stopped by the grand crisis, when death-like languor
overcame us both almost at the same moment. I must not forget to
mention that from time to time I paid a visit to the small and rosy
orifice that lay so near to the more legitimate altar of Venus. It was
a variety of enjoyment that my lovely mistress acknowledged to me she
at times felt much inclined to enjoy, but only after having the front
path of pleasure well fucked and lubricated with sperm, which alone
caused the other mucous membrane to feel inclined that way.mensesI will here insert a characteristic letter from my loved mistress to
her intimate and bosom school friend, with the reply thereto. It was
several years before they were shown to me, and some time after I had
possessed both the charming writers, for we all three became fast
friends; indeed, I may call myself or rather my prick, the pivot on
which their friendship turned, yet there never was the shade of
jealousy on either part, but in these remarks I am anticipating what I
may, perhaps, be hereafter tempted to describe more fully. I give these
letters now, because they immediately refer to the events I am at
present relating. They show the secret working of my loved mistress’s
mind, and the voluptuous nature of her temperament, and the
satisfaction that my delicious initiation had given. Her affectionate
and flattering remarks, relating to myself, are greater than I
deserved. The following is the first letter addressed to her friend:bothMRS. BENSON TO THE HON. MRS. EGERTON.Dear Carry,I am about to keep my promise, and give you an account of our
honeymoon. You, my dear, must be equally faithful, and reply as frankly
as I am now about to write to you.Two giddier girls than you and I never entered the bonds of matrimony,
or more earnestly longed for the sights connected with it. Well, after
the usual breakfast, we left by rail for Leamington, where we were to
pass our first night. We had a coupé to ourselves; and beyond seating
me on his knee, and kissing me, Fred behaved with much decency and
propriety. We arrived and dined. The hour between tea and bedtime was
sufficiently tedious, as both of us were naturally much preoccupied. My
husband wrote a letter to mamma, telling her of our safe arrival, and
of his intense happiness. After which he asked me if I would go to bed,
in the most matter-of-fact way imaginable. I murmured an affirmative,
scarcely knowing what to say. He rang for a candle, and told me he
would follow shortly. It seemed like a dream to me. The maid showed me
to a room containing a large four-post bedstead, heavily hung with
curtains, and provided with old-fashioned furniture.coupéI seated myself on the edge of the bed and began to meditate. I sat
thus, for, I dare say, ten minutes, and then commenced undressing. I
had put on my nightgown, and removed everything but my stockings, when
I heard footsteps approach the door. I opened, and my husband entered,
closed it, and turned the key. Oh! Carry, I did feel so funny. I was
undressed in a bedroom with a man, and that man had a right to my
person. He seated himself in an armchair, and drew me on his knee.
Nothing but my thin nightgown separated my bottom from his bare knee,
for he had quite undressed in an adjoining room and had nothing on but
his shirt under his dressing-gown, which flew open as he sat down. He
drew my lips to his, and kissing me, thrust his tongue between them,
while his hand first caressed and squeezed my bosom, which, you know,
is pretty full and well-developed; it then wandered down upon my thigh,
pressed and felt the fleshy form. Little by little he approached my
belly, and for a moment pressed my mount. These preliminaries are at
all times exciting, but now they made me almost ill, so great was my
confusion. Seeing this, he drew up my nightgown, and placed his hand,
first on my naked thigh, then on my mount, and you know, Carry dear,
what a forest I have got there. He seemed delighted with it. His
fingers played with the silky curls, drawing them out to their full
length, so long that it appeared to surprise him, and his eyes
sparkled, and his face showed much excitement.“Open your thighs, dearest,” he whispered.I obeyed mechanically, and his middle finger forced itself between the
lips of my cunt, and commenced rubbing my clitoris. You know, by
experience, what an excitable one it is and to what a size it developes
itself when excited. Again Fred seemed delighted with his discovery.“Does that please you, my darling?”“Yes,” I faltered out.He thrust his finger up my cunt, then rose up, threw off his
dressing-gown, took me in his arms, and lifted me on the bed, placing a
pillow under my head. Then letting my legs fall over the sides, he
knelt on the floor, and separating my thighs with his arms, stooped and
kissed my quim. He did more, he sucked and then licked with his tongue
my already excited clitoris. It set me on fire, and I could not avoid
showing it by the convulsive twitchings of my loins and buttocks.“Do you like that, my love?”“Oh! yes; so much!—so very much!”I was nearly mad with the excitement he was putting me into. He again
stood up, and lifting my legs, his hands pressed them again and again.“What delicious legs,” he exclaimed.I could see his shirt bulging out. He leant forward, and with his arms
under my legs, lifted them well up, and I felt a stiff thick thing
pressing against my cunt. His left hand opened the lips, his right hand
guided it between them, and a cruel push lodged its great head
completely within. Neither you, or I, Carry, were strictly virgins, our
fingers and other means had opened our vaginas to a certain extent. We
had played too many tricks together to have left our maidenheads quite
intact, so that the passage was less difficult than it might have been.
Nevertheless, it had never been penetrated by the male organ, and that
of my husband was of the largest. I experienced, therefore, a great
deal of pain, and cried out—“Oh, my dear Fred, you hurt me dreadfully, what are you doing?”“Doing, my darling! why, I am getting into you. Have a little patience,
and I will make you mad with pleasure.”Another determined thrust sent him halfway, and then with another,
still more violent, he lodged himself up to the hilt within. I screamed
with real pain, and struggled to free myself.“Good heavens, sir, you are killing me; I will not endure such
treatment.”He heeded me not, but holding me fast by the thighs commenced shoving
in and out furiously. A sensitive woman never receives an insertion of
this kind with impunity. The friction began to excite feelings that
first deadened the pain of entrance, and then began to awaken the
delicious sensations of lubricity. The enjoyment I began to experience
was delicious, and I could not refrain from heaving up to meet his
thrusts.“That is right, my angel; was I not correct in saying it would soon
turn from pain to pleasure? Do you not enjoy it now?”“Yes; but you make me feel so funny. I don’t know what—it—is.”His increased and rapid movement filled me with delight; I bounded up
and down in response to his thrusts, and felt so queer when, all of a
sudden, he gasped for breath, stopped, and I felt a greater and stiffer
swelling of his instrument, and then a gush of hot liquid dashed
against my womb, which continued running for some seconds. This, Carry,
was my first experience of what a man can do for us.Withdrawing his huge affair—for he since admits he is larger than most
men—letting go my thighs—he pressed down upon me, and tenderly
embraced me, and said that I had behaved admirably; in future there
would be no more pain, and from what he had already experienced he felt
sure I was made for the fullest enjoyment that husband and wife could
indulge in. After a little fondling, he rose, drew off my stockings,
and helped me into bed, immediately following me. On throwing back the
clothes to enter the bed, he said he must kiss the dear little hairy
thing that had given him such pleasure. He kissed and toyed with it
admiring the profusion of hair on my mount, the whiteness and beauty of
my belly, and then, baring my breasts, admired, kissed, and sucked
them. All this not only excited me, but I could see very well it had
again caused his affair to stick out. Seeing that I was timidly
glancing at it, he seized my hand, and made me lay hold of it, showed
me how the skin covered and uncovered its head; then becoming
rampageous, he got on my belly and between my thighs, and again
introduced his cock to where it had already given such pleasure. He
still rather hurt me, and made me smart for a little while, but as the
interior was well lubricated by his former discharge, the penetration
was easily accomplished. When up to the hilt, and the two hairs were
closely joined, he paused and said—“We will take it less impatiently this time, that my darling Bessie may
enter into all the joys of fucking, for that is what we call it my
dear; so I shall go slowly to work until my darling’s passions awake
and urgently call for more rapid movements.”He did so, and gradually produced the most lascivious excitement in my
whole body. I writhed beneath him in the utmost extasy, threw my arms
round his body, and hugged him to me.“Oh! you are an angel,” he cried, “and made for enjoyment. Throw your
legs also over my back—there, that is it—and now I will hasten my
movements, and we will die away together.”Oh, the delight he gave me was inexpressibly delicious; his rapid and
eager thrusts were as eagerly met by the upheaving of my bottom to
reciprocate them. The grand crisis seized us simultaneously, and we
sank momentarily exhausted in each other’s arms, leaving the dear
exciter of such joys soaking within. My dear husband was so pleased, he
kissed and fondled me in the sweetest manner, telling me that never
woman before had yielded him such intense pleasure, that nature had
prompted me to as much enjoyment as if I had been already married a
month.We were locked closely in the warmest embrace; his tenderness and
fondling began to have its effect on my passions, and involuntarily I
made some internal convulsive twitchings.“I feel you, my darling, calling on my instrument for renewed efforts;
he will soon respond.”And, in fact, I felt it swelling and swelling so deliciously that I
could not help continuing the interior pressures, although feeling
confusedly ashamed of the notice my husband took of it.“Don’t be afraid, my sweetest love, but give way to whatever your
passions dictate, and thus you will best please me, and give to
yourself double enjoyment. I mean to initiate you into every secret
that the rites of Venus possess, and wish that my loved wife should
become a devoted votary, and I will do my best that she may revel in
all the luxuries of perfect coition.”We completed this course with even greater abandon than before, and I
began to enjoy his embraces beyond anything our imaginations used to
suggest. This time he withdrew and lay down by my side, and taking me
within both his arms, continued his charming endearments. I never slept
that night; I was in a fever of restless excitement. My husband fucked
me five times before he dozed off. Towards morning I tossed and
tumbled, and could not sleep. Daylight soon came, my restlessness had
shaken all the bed clothes off, except a part of the sheet, and turning
towards my husband, I perceived that the sheet stuck up over the lower
part of his body. Curiosity seized me—I looked at him, and saw he was
evidently sleeping. So gently removing the sheet, I beheld the dear
instrument of all my last night’s joys as well as pains. You know how
we used to long to see man’s cock when we were at school, and how, when
we did sometimes see a boy’s limp thing hanging down, we used to wonder
what change would come over it, and how. Well, here was an opportunity
of examining, at my ease, the wonderful curiosity that had so puzzled
us. The last edge of the sheet passing over it touched its ruby head;
it throbbed and pulsated to the view. I was afraid this had awakened
Fred, but no, he slept as sound as ever. So I gently raised myself on
my bottom, and gazed on the dear object I had so longed to see and
feel. There it stood up like a pillar, rather bending towards his
belly: and what surprised me much was to see a dark strongly wrinkled
bag at its roots, with apparently two large balls inside; the hair on
its roots spread in dark mass up to his navel, and beautifully bright
and curling it was. I approached my lips, and made the action of
kissing, without touching it. Whether it felt my warm breath, I know
not, but it actually throbbed a response. What a great big thing it
was, equally long as it was thick, I did not think I could encircle it
with my hand; I longed to try, but was afraid I should waken Fred, and
what would he think of me, I blushed at the very idea; but my passions
became excited, and too strong to resist the temptation. So first lying
gently down again, I very quietly dropped my arm over him and touched
his cock, it throbbed at the touch, but Fred slept on. So raising
myself again, I very gently laid hold of it. It was as much as I could
grasp below the head, but was beyond my grasp at the root; I found it
took three of my hands to measure its length from the root to the nut,
which stood out in all its redness above. I was almost breathless with
excitement, and lost some of my caution. Stooping down, I gently kissed
the ruby head, when, before I knew where I was, it was pushed up into
my mouth, and my husband’s voice said—“Oh, you dear darling creature! how kind of you to waken me so
luxuriously!”I was horrified at being discovered; and blushing up to the eyes, I hid
my face in his bosom.“Do not be ashamed, my angel, it is now as much yours as mine, and have
you not as much right to see, kiss, and handle it? come, don’t be
ashamed.”However, I could not face him, and when he tried to raise my head I
turned my back. He seized me round the waist, and, before I knew where
I was, passed a hand between my thighs, and guided his huge cock to the
lips of my cunt, and was in me, I thought further than ever, in a
moment. It is true the previous toying with his instrument had terribly
excited me, and I had felt that my cunt had become very moist, but I
had no idea that anything could be accomplished in that position. I was
most delightfully undeceived, for not only did it feel tighter in it,
but transferring his fingers from guiding his prick, he touched and
played with my clitoris, and produced such excessive lubricity that I
went off and spent with a scream of delight before he was ready; but
continuing with finger and cock to ravish me inside and out, he soon
brought me again to such a pitch of lewdness that I was quite ready to
spend with him when the grand crisis arrived. Nothing could exceed the
pleasure; my internal pressures, he declared, were the most exquisite
he had ever experienced. My clitoris, too, he declared was quite
unique. You remember how it used to stick out when excited as far as
the first thumb joint, and how, when sometimes I played the husband on
your belly, you declared that it actually entered between the lips of
your cunt, rubbed against your smaller development, and gave you great
pleasure, as indeed it gave me. My husband has often examined and
sucked it, and admires it beyond measure. At present he did not
withdraw, declaring that I held him so tight he did not think he could
pull it out if he tried. In fact, it was involuntary on my part, and I
could not help clinging to his dear instrument for the life of me.Oh, how he fondled and embraced me, making me partially turn my body so
that he might kiss and tongue me, and then suck my bubbies; his busy
finger all the time tickling and frigging my clitoris. I soon felt his
cock swelling so deliciously within me, and he shortly recommenced his
rapturous pushings in and out. We made a long, long bout of it, and I
am sure that I spent twice before joining him at the last moment, when
he died away in a shout of joy that I feared must have been heard by
the servants in the house, who long before this had been on the move.
After this we lay soaking and enjoying it for more than half an hour,
when my husband declared he felt as if a wolf was at his stomach, and
that he must have some breakfast. He got up and quickly dressed,
desiring me to lie still, and he would bring me some breakfast in bed,
and that, while it was getting ready, he would order some warm water to
bathe myself with. I felt his delicacy, and loved him for it. The water
came, I was much refreshed after using it, and got into bed again, but
I felt awfully stiff and done up all that and next day.My darling husband waited on me himself at breakfast, stimulating me to
eat freely as a means of restoring my lost strength; which he very soon
put to the test again, for he fucked me three times during the day, and
each time he gave me greater pleasure than before. He was just as
active at night. And the whole three weeks we stayed at Leamington, he
never fucked me less than four times a night, declaring that I had
become most perfect in the exercise.We then came here, our old friend, Mrs. Roberts, having kindly insisted
upon our paying her a long visit Fred has been called away suddenly and
will not return for a month. I am sure you will pity me, as you know my
temperament is too hot to keep chaste so long. You remember Charlie
Roberts; you would consider him a child, but he is not so. One
afternoon Fred followed me into my bedroom, as was usual, and
gamahuched and fucked me on the edge of the bed. I was about to leave
the room after he was gone, when on opening a closet, in which my
dresses were hung, who should I discover but this same Charlie. I was
in a fix.There was no doubt the lad had seen everything. I spoke kindly to him,
and he promised secrecy. In order to ensure it, I determined to have
his maidenhead. A few days afterwards my husband left me, and the girls
with their mamma and the governess went to town with him, leaving
Charlie to keep me company. I went upstairs with him to the
drawing room, and seating myself in a low chair, crossed my legs
carelessly, exposing them, and letting the garter and part of the bare
skin of one thigh be visible. The effect was what I expected. I saw
Charlie’s eyes fixed on the exposure, he blushed scarlet, and I could
distinctly see his cock swell out under his trousers. In a little while
I had unbuttoned them, and, oh, Carry, would you imagine it, I found he
had the cock of a man. I could scarcely believe my eyes. He is not
quite fifteen, and yet he is almost as large as Fred. Here was a
godsend, indeed! I drew up my petticoats, and the gallant little fellow
instantly fell on his knees, kissed and sucked my cunt. To reward him,
I placed him on his back on the couch, and got on the top of him. I
took his pego into my mouth, and pressed my cunt against his face, we
devoured each other with our luxurious caresses until we both spent
copiously. Nothing was lost, we both greedily swallowed all we could
get.At home he is looked upon as still a child, and I had little difficulty
in arranging for him to sleep in a little dressing room adjoining my
bedroom, with which there is a door of communication. He was sent early
to bed, but when I came I found him still awake, expecting me, and I
had the delicious treat of initiating him into the pleasures of
fucking. If you ever wish to enjoy par excellence this pleasure, get
hold of a vigorous boy who has never had a woman. My good fortune threw
into my hands a wonderfully provided youth, whose aptitude, as well as
size and powers, it would be very difficult to match. I had already
given him several lessons in the enrapturing art when we fell asleep,
and now I must mention a little episode, which it would not do to omit.par excellenceIn the morning I was dreaming of Fred, when I became conscious that
something was entering me. I was in that half-dreaming state when it is
difficult to be quite certain what is happening, but gradually I became
aware that although there was no doubt I was being entered, it was not
in the usual way. My husband had frequently of late pushed his prick up
my bottom-hole, and as he told me that all husbands did so, I could
make no objections. I, therefore, at first took it for granted that
Fred, finding my naked bottom in his lap, could not resist the
temptation of entering it. I, therefore, humoured him, and so moved my
bottom as to facilitate his complete entrance, and began to feel myself
the excitement it occasioned, but as I became wider awake, I gradually
called to mind that Fred had left me, and that Charlie was my
bedfellow. The audacity of the young rogue paralysed me, but his
delicious movements had become too nice for me to think of dislodging
him. He insisted that he was quite unconscious of his mistake, and that
he believed himself buried in the delicious grotto of the night before.
It probably was so, for so perfect an ignoramus as he is, although ever
so apt a scholar in Venus’s rites, he could hardly have imagined there
could be any entrance in the smaller orifice. I let him go on, and with
his well hung cock in my bottom, and two or three fingers in my cunt,
he fucked and frigged me most deliciously, until we both spent in an
agony of pleasure. If, Carry, you have not tried this route I strongly
recommend you to do so without delay, but you must be well fucked in
the first instance, to stimulate a desire in those parts, and your
lover must be up to the art of frigging you at the same time, or you
can pass your hand under your belly, and rub your clitoris, which was
the plan I adopted with Charlie, until I taught him the art of rubbing
the clitoris properly. As there is always more excitement when this is
done by a male, it is better to have them when one can, but, faute de
mieux—one can do it oneself with much additional lascivious
satisfaction.faute de
mieuxTo give you an instance of the precocious aptitude of this dear little
fellow, I mounted upon him one morning, keeping my body erect, that we
might see the delicious instrument in its action of being engulphed and
then withdrawn, a most exciting pose which I recommend you to try, if
your husband has not already taught it to you. At last, overcome by the
lascivious movements, I sank on his bosom. He pressed my bottom down
with one hand, and with the other embracing the nearer buttock,
introduced his middle finger up the rosy orifice of my bottom, and
frigged me in unison with our ups and downs of fucking, giving me the
most delicious additional sensations.What do you think of that for a tyro? His discretion, too, is
extraordinary. The first night after I sent him to his own bed, he
overslept himself. I had not thought of that, and had not looked into
his little room before descending to breakfast. His sister was sent to
call him. He at once excused himself by saying he had had a bad dream,
she came down and told us. In a few minutes he followed, and in the
most natural way possible, told a tale of fright, declared he had awoke
screaming and afterwards had been so frightened that he could not
sleep, and turning to me in the most natural way, hoped his scream had
not disturbed me. He never came near me, or appeared in any way
attracted by me—a discretion worthy of a man of the world. Oh! my dear
Carry, I shall make a great deal of this boy. We have had several
delicious nights since, and he improves wonderfully. Splendidly as my
husband fucks, Charley already beats him. He is quite as often ready,
indeed, oftener, and it is I that hold him back, but there is something
still so charmingly infantine in his way of caressing me, and then the
lascivious idea he is all my own, and that I initiated him in love’s
mysteries, adds an inexpressible charm to our lascivious encounters. I
feel that I shall almost regret my husband’s return, as it will force
me to give up this delicious indulgence. Not the slightest shadow of
suspicion of our doings is excited in the family, thanks to the very
guarded and admirable conduct of Charlie, which is above all praise.tyroWrite to me soon, my dear Carry, and be sure you are as candid as this
long, long letter is to you, for the life of me I could not make it
shorter. I only hope you will give me one as long, and have as much
delicious intelligence for me. I know you too well to suppose that you
have not found means as I have done, to try what other men are made of,
although you can scarcely have had such wonderful luck as mine. Write
then, and write without reserve. Our mutual affection is too sincere to
allow of any concealment whatever between two such loving and lewd
lascivious friends.Ever your affectionate friend,

E. BENSON.

Such was the long letter my adored mistress wrote at the time to her
school companion. It will be seen that their attachment had led to
something more than the usual fingerings and caressings of school
girls, indeed, had led them on to the lewdest and most lascivious
indulgences that two girls could practise in common, and had first
excited their passions and given them the delicious power of pleasing
coition they were both so perfect in, for, as I before said, about two
years after this time, I was the possessor of both and many and many an
orgy we three had together, without the shadow of jealousy on any side.
It will be seen that Mrs. Egerton, in her reply, even looks forward to
the delicious indulgence, which in the end was happily effected and
long continued. The following is her reply—THE HON. MRS. EGERTON TO MRS. BENSON.How can I ever sufficiently thank my darling Lizzie for her delicious
letter, I have devoured its delightful details a dozen times already. I
keep it in my bosom, and renew the pleasure of its perusal at every
spare moment. Too long? Oh! with such a charming power of
description, why did you not cover fifty more pages. Never in my life
have I enjoyed such an exquisite description of those dear lascivious
encounters. How delighted I am at your good fortune in meeting with
such a miracle of a boy as that dear Charlie Roberts. Why, he has every
quality of a man, united to the charm of extreme youth. What a splendid
man he will become, the very perfection of a lover, and already
possessing so lewd and lascivious a lubricity. Oh! how I envy you his
possession. What luck for him too, to have fallen into the hands of so
delicious a teacher as my beloved Lizzie is. Am I not myself her pupil,
and were you not my own delicious instructress in all that one of our
sex could teach each the other.Too long?You will remember a long-standing engagement entered into, between us
made, when we were both so lewd and so longing for the real knowledge
of man, and how we pledged ourselves that if either got possession of a
lover, we should manage after a while to share him between us. Your
description of Charlie Roberts has brought this pledge most vividly to
my recollection. I am sure my dear Lizzie will not be angry or jealous
when I avow that I long to participate with her in the possession of
that darling boy; and if my Lizzie is as of old, I feel certain she
will rather indulge and cultivate this propensity than otherwise. Think
how easy it will be for us both to arrange the meeting of all three
together, because I wish to possess him in common, certain that it will
increase the lascivious pleasure of coition. No one will suspect us
when we drive out, two women with one man. It will naturally be
supposed that one fears the other, and so there will be no danger. See,
here I am at once anticipating future scenes, but it is all owing to
the extremely exciting and lascivious details you have so vividly given
me.I have no such delicious scenes to depict as those you have so
delightfully described to me. My honeymoon passed off in a much more
common-place way than yours. Our marriage, which was performed within a
day of your own, went off as such events do. My husband was loving,
without being very warm. I felt very much as you describe on going to
bed the first night, but the discretion or delicacy of my husband,
which I could well have pardoned him for dispensing with, left me time
not only to get into bed, but kept me waiting there some time. He
entered like yours in his dressing-gown, but immediately put out the
light and found his way into bed, as best he could. He crept to my side
and embraced me tenderly enough, and began to fondle and kiss me,
telling me how dearly he loved me, etc., but for some time he avoided
any indecent liberties. I suppose he thought it necessary to gain my
confidence and quiet any alarm I might be in. He might have saved
himself the trouble, for in reality I was longing for and at the same
time somewhat dreading an attack on my maiden charms. At last, little
by little, he approached the object of delight, and eventually begging
me not to be alarmed, he mounted upon me and effected the object of his
desires. He did not hurt me much, not nearly as much as I expected, nor
so much as you seem to have suffered. I deemed it politic to affect
more suffering than he really inflicted. Towards the end I had slight
scintillations of pleasure, but not worth mentioning; it is true my
husband is not so well-armed as yours and Charlie appear to be, and he
is also much colder in his passions; for instance, he did not attempt
to fuck me again, although I would have been gratified if he had done
so; perhaps it was considerate towards me in his idea, but, merely
embracing me in his arms, he talked himself and me to sleep.In the morning he again fucked me, this time giving me something like
pleasure, but I was altogether disappointed with my night’s experience.
It was not such as you or I, my dear Lizzie, had pictured to ourselves,
in our anticipations of the marriage night. My husband since has never
exceeded twice a night, but he has become more exciting, and has
generally made me spend twice to his once, first exciting my passions
by feeling all my private parts, and frigging my clitoris, so that I
generally have lubricated the passage by my own discharge before he
attempts to make an entrance. I find he likes this, and so far it
pleases me, because only one discharge would leave me in a state of
excitement unbearable. He has never attempted any of those lewder and
more lascivious methods, of which you have had such delicious
experience. Altogether, I cannot but say I am disappointed. My husband
is loving, and very anxious that I should improve my mind in every way.
You know I was rather more proficient than usual at school in Italian.
My husband speaks it fluently, and as we mean to spend a winter at
Rome, was anxious that I should have further instruction. He asked me
if my school teacher was a good one, but I did not encourage that idea.
You may remember our former master was a Count Fortunio, so handsome
and so enterprising that you and I had both formed the plan of having
him, and had already put over some of the preliminaries when,
unfortunately, he was caught with that impudent Miss Peace, with whom,
doubtless, he had accomplished everything. Of course, he was instantly
changed for another, and we saw no more of him, to the sad
disappointment of our then libidinous hopes. My husband proposed
advertising for a master, when I had the happy instinct to tell him
that schoolmistresses generally applied to Rolandi, of Berner’s Street,
for language masters, and that, if he would write or call, he would be
sure to get every information. That evening, after dinner, as we sat
dozing over the fire in the library—very imperfectly lighted—my
husband informed me that he had seen Rolandi, who had most strongly
recommended a very gentlemanly man, moving in good society, namely, the
Count Fortunio. I started in amazement; fortunately, owing to the
half-light we were in, my surprise and confusion were unnoticed by my
husband. He said that he had been referred to one or two gentlemen of
standing as to the Count’s character, that he called upon them, and
felt satisfied that I could not be in better hands. You may imagine
what an effect this information had upon me. All night long I could
think of nothing else. What seemed most difficult to me was the hiding
from my husband our previous knowledge of each other. I feared the
Count would at once recognise me and claim acquaintance, which was what
I most wished to avoid; to you, from whom I have no secrets, I may own
it immediately occurred to me that this would be an opportunity (for
which I had in heart been longing) of obtaining the services of a lover
I could trust. How to manage it I knew not, but chance, that favourer
of all wrongdoers, stood me in good stead.My husband had intended to be present to receive the Count.
Fortunately, a letter arrived in the morning requiring his instant
attendance in the City about the sale of some stock, of which he was
trustee. He begged me to see the Count, and arranged as to hours of
attendance, &c., the more frequently the better. I felt my
embarrassment was at an end; the next thing was to avoid letting the
servants, those domestic spies on our conduct, see the first meeting.
There was a small room off our drawing room that had no door but the
opening into the drawing room; this was fitted up as a sort of boudoir
writing room, and my husband had pointed it out as a convenient place
for me to take my lessons in. Here, therefore, I posted myself, and
awaited the hour of arrival, to which he was punctual. He was announced
and I told the servants to show him in. I sat purposely with my back to
the entrance, apparently engaged in writing, as if I did not know he
had approached, until I heard the door of the drawing room shut. I then
rose, turned, and smilingly held out my hand. He started with surprise,
but immediately and gallantly kissed the hand held out to him.“I hope you are not disappointed in finding who is going to be your
pupil.”“Oh, no, certainly not; I did not know you under your married name; but
I am so happy to renew an acquaintance which at one time had such
charming promise.”“Stop, signor, I am now married, and it is necessary to be very
cautious. I do not wish to deny that I am much pleased to renew
acquaintance with you, but it must be with great reserve. Sit down by
my side, and be reasonable.”“Reasonable! and by the side of one whom I so much loved, and from whom
I had such hope. Oh! dear Mrs. Egerton, you are surely not going to
treat me as a mere master. You would render me miserable if you did so.
How can I help admiring one whom I so fondly loved, and with whom I
hoped for such happiness long ago.”Here, having possession of my hand, his other arm was passed round my
waist, and he drew me to his lips, and I must own, I reciprocated the
ardent kiss he gave me. You remember how handsome he is, and how soft
and loving was the expression of his eyes. Well, my dear, to cut
matters short, I was so excited that I hardly observed that he had
passed his hand up to my petticoats, until I found he had got it on my
mount. My passions being excited, and knowing that my husband could not
return, and also that he had given strict orders that I was not to be
disturbed in my Italian lessons, I gave way unreservedly to the
excitement the Count raised. Before I well knew where I was, he was on
his knees in front of the low chair on which I was seated. He had
thrown up my petticoats, and I felt a long and extremely hard prick
rush up my cunt, and begin the most lively action. In fact, he carried
me (not unwillingly I must avow) by storm, and made haste to secure the
fortress at once, so that I had a very quick fuck, that did not assuage
the fire he had raised within me. He has since apologised for his
haste, saying that he wished to secure possession of me before I could
think of resistance, so as to ensure more facilities of connection
hereafter. We had no lesson in language that day, but another bout of
love, in which he did his utmost, and with perfect success, to give me
the most delicious enjoyment.In fact, my dear Lizzie, I may say it was the first fuck that
thoroughly realised my, or rather our, anticipations of the act. We
arranged the line of conduct necessary to be followed so as neither to
compromise me or him either. In a short time we had again a delicious
fuck. Seated, with outstretched legs, on a chair, he got me to straddle
over him, and sink down on his stiff upstanding prick. I have tried
this position kneeling, with my husband on his back; but it does not
equal the chair fuck. One has so much better a spring from one’s feet
than from one’s knees, besides, the man is brought more face to face,
and there is more facility for mutual embracings; but both ways have
their charm. I had repeatedly observed that the Count apparently lost
his place, and on recovering it, partially penetrated the smaller
orifice, which you so picturesquely describe. I thought it accident,
and as it hurt, I always put him back, and joked him on his
awkwardness. But after I read your dear delightful letter. I became
convinced that he had a wish to penetrate there, without the courage to
tell me so.I must confess to you, that our stolen embraces at home had become too
unsatisfactory, and the Count had arranged for a private house to be at
our disposal. Of an afternoon I drove out shopping, called at Swan and
Edgar’s in Regent Street, leaving the carriage at the door, walked
upstairs, made some trifling purchase, paid for and left it until I
should call in an hour; then descending by another staircase, left by
the Piccadilly entrance, and taking a cab, joined my expectant lover,
where he was waiting for me. There stripping perfectly naked, we
enjoyed each other most lasciviously, and practised every act of
lubricity. When satiated with our efforts, a second cab conducted me to
St. James’s passage, in Jermyn Street, from whence I gained on foot
Swan and Edgar’s in Piccadilly, received my parcel, and rejoined my
carriage. Thus no suspicions were excited, either in the household or
otherwise.We have met thrice since your dear delicious letter fired my
imagination, and I have seized the occasion to taste the sweets of the
neighbouring altar to Venus’s legitimate one. After the Count had
fucked me twice I turned my back as if wishing it in a way we often
enjoyed it, but took care to place my bottom in such a position that
the smaller orifice was nearest to his standing prick. Whether he saw
my drift I know not, but finding with his finger how conveniently it
lay, he plunged boldly forward, and half sheathed himself at the first
push. I started with the sudden pain, and should have disengaged myself
at once, notwithstanding that I purposely placed myself to receive his
prick in my bottom-hole, but with his arms round my waist I was
perfectly powerless, and another thrust sent him up to the hilt, but
really hurting me most sensitively; I begged him to desist and
withdraw, but he said—“I will remain quite quiet for a time, and you will see that your pain
will diminish, and then you will like it.”I could not help myself, and sure enough he was right. Shortly I felt
no pain; slipping one hand down, he began to frig my clitoris, and in a
little time, finding by the involuntary movements of my loins that my
passions were excited, he began to move very slightly and slowly. I
soon found a strange excitement seize me, which increased to such a
degree that I almost fainted, when my nature gave down its divinest
essence. We have since repeated the new experience, but I quite agree
with you in thinking that we must be well fucked first.The Count is a master of his weapon, which, neither quite so long as
you describe your husband’s nor nearly so thick at the point, is very
much so at the root, and as stiff and hard as iron. I assure you, the
wild excess of passion he drives me into is indescribable. You shall
experience the delight of his fucking, for, with you and me, there must
be no difficulty, diversion, nor jealousy. Nay, I shall try to seduce
your husband, with a view to cover our delinquencies. I would offer you
mine, but, truly, he is not worth having to a woman who can find
better, as my dear Lizzie so charmingly does. We have managed matters
so prudently that my husband has taken a great fancy to the Count, and
he dines frequently at our house.We have often talked of you. I told him of your marriage, and of a
probability of your eventually settling in London. I marked the sparkle
of his eyes at the news, but was silent as to your letter and
adventures. It is better we should manage the affair between us when
you are here.So you see, after all, I have not come off so badly, although, I must
say, tamely in comparison with the delicious adventures of my dear and
charming Lizzie. I think, when we meet, we shall be able to get up
parties of the most delightful kind. I even hope we may induce the
Count to join you and Charlie in a partie carrée; what fun and
pleasure we should have, and then the delight of exchanging lovers at
each bout. Oh! the very idea has set me on fire; fortunately, I am
expecting my lover at every moment. I will close my letter with this
lascivious picture, and in hopes of some day realizing it with my loved
Lizzie, Whose most affectionate and attached friend,partie carréeI shall ever remain,

CARRY EGERTON.

Such were these two charming letters, and I may immediately mention now
that the lascivious picture dear Carry drew of a partie carrée—we
four the actors—was afterwards realised to the utmost extent of every
salacious enjoyment that the most experienced lubricity could suggest.partie carréeThe Count and I often sandwiched them between us, which they declared
to be the ne plus ultra of pleasure, while the upper operator
gamahuched the unoccupied quim. Nay, these giddy delicious creatures
were not satisfied until they had induced us to alternate the joys of
coition with each other; but that was rarely the case. These enchanting
women were so exquisitely seductive that, while we had them at our
disposal, we sought no other source of delight. But I am digressing,
and talking of events that occurred long after the period which I am
more particularly describing.ne plus ultraThe three weeks’ absence of Mr. Benson terminated, alas, far too soon;
in fact, time flew so quick that it hardly appeared three days when a
letter arrived announcing his return for the next day. My heart was
ready to burst, but I managed to make no show or mention when Mrs. B.
told the news at breakfast. Mrs. B. observed that I turned pale, but no
one else remarked anything. We contrived to meet for a short time in
the middle of the day, and she embraced me tenderly, with tears in her
eyes, and looking so loving that my passions became overexcited, and
hers too. Notwithstanding the imprudence of the risk, we there and then
had a most delightful and salacious fuck; and at night this charming
woman allowed me full liberty to do anything I liked; and as often as
nature would support us we revelled in a sea of lubricity. How often I
cannot say, although my loved mistress declared that I had spent ten
times, I am certain she did oftener than that, for neither closed an
eye, nor ceased from the most loving embraces. She exerted all the
wonderful powers of seduction for which she was so distinguished. Never
mortal man could have passed a more intoxicating night of pleasure. We
heard movements in the house before we parted with mutual tears
coursing down our cheeks.It was with difficulty I tore myself from her; indeed, I could not have
done so if she had not herself risen, and tenderly embracing me, told
me to have courage and hope, for, somehow or other, we should manage
an occasional interview. Particularly cautioning me to be perfectly on
my guard when her husband came, she said it would be better if I kept
out of the way until after the first interview was over, as it might be
too much for me to see him embrace her. I did as she desired. No one
noticed me in the confusion of his arrival.Mamma had insisted upon my returning to my bed in her room, as she was
sure Mr. Benson would require the dressing room. Mrs. B., from policy,
objected, saying that there was no occasion, that I had been so quiet
she had never once been conscious of my being there, &c., but mamma had
her own way, and I really believe very much to the satisfaction of Mrs.
B. herself; for I doubt, if Mr. B. had been aware of my close
proximity, whether he would altogether have liked it. Nevertheless, he
so completely treated me as little more than a child that I am quite
sure he had no suspicion of my having occupied his place so
continuously during his absence.Mr. and Mrs. B. retired shortly after his arrival, doubtless to plunge
into all the joys of venery after his long absence, and his wife’s
supposed privation of them. The idea of that being the case did not so
much annoy me as I expected; on the contrary, imagination portrayed
them in all the agonies of delight, and actually excited me extremely.
All at once, the idea struck me that I might be purposely hid in the
closet, behold all their delicious encounters, and when he had left his
wife to put herself to rights, and the key was turned upon him, I might
then in my turn, fly into my enchanting mistress’s arms, and revel in
all the joys her well moistened and juicy cunt could give. I determined
to propose this to dear Mrs. Benson the first moment I could get her
apart from all observation.I was a little distrait in the schoolroom that day, but an appeal
from Miss Evelyn recalled me to my senses. She asked me what I could be
thinking of; I held down my head and blushed. Already an adept in
dissimulation, I faltered out that it was of herself and of her
endearing caresses the day before, which had made me feel so queer all
over. In fact, the previous day she had hugged me rather close to her,
and kissed me more lovingly than usual, which really had, at the time,
inflamed my desires, and given me great hope of matters coming to a
more satisfactory termination with her. She patted my check, and kissed
me again, saying I was a naughty boy to have any such thoughts, and I
must not indulge in them, or she would not love me any more. But there
was a sparkle in her eye, and a flush on her cheek, which showed me she
was anything but displeased.distraitAt our usual break up at four o’clock, I went to the parlour to see if,
by chance, I could get a secret word with Mrs. B., but found that she
and her husband had again retired. I knew what that meant; it set me
too on fire, and I flew to the garden where my sisters had gone to
play. I gave Mary a hint, which she readily understood, and proposed a
game of hide and seek. To prevent Eliza interrupting us, I took up a
stone, which I furtively dropped again, and proposed that Eliza should
guess first, in which hand I had got it, and if she guessed wrong she
was to be the seeker. Of course, she guessed wrong. So we bound up her
eyes, and she was to stand behind a tree and count one hundred before
she attempted to look for or seek us. We made a detour, and as fast as
we could run reached the summer house, which, as all the ladies were in
the house occupied, I knew to be untenanted. We entered and locked the
door, in an instant I had Mary down on her back on the sofa, my head
between her thighs, and my tongue in her cunt, and then on her
clitoris. She was as eager for it as myself. A week had passed since
the happy day of giving up her maidenhead to me. She had thoroughly got
over all the pains and inconveniences of that day, and was as ready for
a renewal of what could only be joys now as I was. She spent in my
mouth almost as soon as I began to gamahuche her clitoris. Waiting an
instant to lick up and swallow the soft and delicious young discharge,
I rose, pulled out my bursting prick, and engulphed it in her
well-moistened sheath with one rapturous shove up to the hilt,
positively taking away her breath by the energy of the attack. I was
almost as rapid in coming to a conclusion as she had been.
Nevertheless, she died away a second time, the moment she felt the warm
gush of my raging discharge. We lay some minutes rapt in the lascivious
lap of lubricity. But in our young and unbroken energies, nature soon
reasserted her power. I must give my sister the palm. It was the
internal pressures of the inner folds of her deliciously tight cunt
that first awakened my vigour. Somewhat more slowly we began another
love encounter, which speedily became much more rapid and energetic,
ending as usual in an extasy of delight, and closing with actual cries
of intense pleasure.It was well we had completed our second course, for we heard the
footsteps of Eliza, who, after in vain searching for us near to where
we had left her, had at last sought us in the summer house. I had just
time to arrange my trousers and unlock the door when she arrived and
burst in upon us. She said it was unfair to go so far away, but we only
laughed, and proposed that Mary should now seek us. We were standing
outside below the mound, tying on the handkerchief, when Miss Evelyn
was seen approaching. She came up and noticed the flush still on Mary’s
cheeks, but we at once told her that we had been playing at hide and
seek, and had had a good run, and that it was now Mary’s turn to be the
seeker. However, Miss Evelyn said she thought we had had enough
exercise for the time, and that it would be better to walk gently about
to get cool, as it only wanted a few minutes of the hour for renewing
our lessons, so we all demurely returned to the house. A reflection
struck me that it would be necessary to initiate my sister Eliza in our
secrets, and although she might be too young for the complete insertion
of my increasingly large cock, I might gamahuche her while fucking
Mary, and give her intense pleasure. In this way we could retire
without difficulty to spots where we should be quite in safety, and
even when such was not the case, we could employ Eliza as a watch, to
give us early notice of anyone approaching. It will be seen that this
idea was afterwards most successfully carried out to the immense
increase of my pleasure.It was a lovely summer evening. After dinner Mr. B., who, doubtless,
had no longer any amorous longing, after having twice retired during
the day, challenged Miss Evelyn to a game at chess, of which she was a
great proficient. Mamma, Mrs. B., and the two girls stepped out into
the flower garden, to enjoy the beauty of the evening. Fortunately
mamma fancied she felt chilly, and shortly went back again, taking the
two girls with her, and setting Mary down to the piano. I seized the
happy moment, and drew Mrs. B. to a seat, far removed beyond the
hearing of any listeners, but in sight of the windows. There I unfolded
to her the plan I had proposed to myself; she smiled at my precocious
ingenuity, but added it would not be safe to leave the closet door
open, even partially, as by chance Mr. B. might open it, and that would
never do; but she might lock me in—or rather I might do so from the
inside.“Ahh! but then I want to see it all—it is so exciting to see Mr. B.
working into that divine body of yours.”She laughed heartily at my remark, and said I was a lewd lascivious
young rascal—adding:“But are you not jealous to see another in possession of me?”I admitted that that was my first impression, but on thinking over it,
I had become convinced I should like her and enjoy her all the more
lasciviously if I were a witness to their love contests, but I must be
able to see them.“Well! can you not bore a couple of holes an inch and a half apart,
below the middle panel and cut a narrow slit from hole to hole? I will
take care to place myself in a proper position, and do my best to
gratify your premature lubricity. My darling boy, you progress
wonderfully, and make me proud of my pupil.”Seeing she took it thus kindly, I said—“Do tell me, my beloved mistress, how often he has fucked you today?”“Will it please you really, my dear Charlie, to know that?”“Oh! yes, so much.”“Well, then, six times in the morning, and four before dinner. He was
bursting with desire, and could not hold. He spent twice before giving
me time to come once, but then you know, my dear Charlie, how actively
you had been employing your time all the previous night, you sad rogue
that you are.”“Did you enjoy it much, my dear Mrs. B.?”“Why, if I must tell you, you little curiosity box, I did; you know how
powerfully my husband is hung, and loving him as I do, it is impossible
to undergo his powerful and lascivious embraces without feeling all
one’s libidinous passions stirred up within me, but even while in his
possession, my dear boy, I thought of your young charms, and the fierce
delights we had enjoyed together last night. My husband little imagined
it was of you, not him, that I was thinking and stimulating myself to
wild upheavings of voluptuous movements, while he was revelling in all
the lubricity of his own passions, and fucking me to my heart’s
content.”“Oh! how delicious! my angelic mistress,” I cried, “the pleasure of
your vivid description almost makes me faint with desire—oh! that I
could possess you at once.”“You must not think of that, my dear darling boy. We must manage it
tomorrow; I shall go into the house at once, and occupy your mother’s
attention, do you get a gimlet and chisel, slip up at once to my
bedroom, and prepare a peephole for tomorrow; be careful to put it
low down, below the projection of the middle panel of the door in which
the lock is placed, and take care to remove the pieces of wood you take
out. I shall put the key inside of the door. Your sisters always take
two hours at the piano after your midday meal, our luncheon is served
at the same time. Mr. B. is sure to require my attendance in my room
after that, but I shall detain him by some excuse till I observe that
you have disappeared, and after giving you sufficient time, we shall
follow, and you shall have the extraordinary satisfaction you require;
but above all remember—not a movement to betray yourself until my
husband leaves and I have locked the door behind him.” So saying, she
pressed her lovely hand on my stiffly excited member, rose and joined
mamma. I lost no time in following her advice, and happily executed all
I wanted, and returned unconcernedly to the drawing room, without my
absence having occasioned any remark. Next day I got safely to my
hiding-room, and had comfortably stowed myself away in such a position
that the opening I had made was on a level with my eyes, before they
arrived. She, dear creature, anticipating my vista, had merely slipped
on a dress, without a corset, and told her husband that he was so
insatiate that she was obliged to be ready at a moment’s notice to
satisfy his inordinate passion, so she had only to take off her gown to
be at her ease. “Most admirable, my darling wife, but drop off
everything, and let me contemplate, at my ease, all the beauties of your
exquisite body.”No sooner said than done, and my lovely mistress stood in all the glory
of her magnificent and beautiful naked form. He kissed and fondled her
from head to foot, laid her on the bed and gamahuched her till she
squealed again with pleasure. Then pulling out his magnificent prick,
he plunged it into her delicious cunt at a single bound, evidently
giving her the most exquisite delight, as was evidenced by the
instantaneous clasping of him with her arms and legs, and the rapid
wriggling of her backside. They soon ran a first course, but Mr. B.
remained engulphed in the closely fitting sheath of his salacious wife.
She evidently exerted herself more than usual, both for her own
pleasure as well as to give satisfaction to me, for once when she
turned her head in my direction I caught her eyes, and she smiled,
giving a still more vigorous heave than usual, and showing me all her
cunt at full stretch with the noble prick in it. I was ready to burst.
At last their bout was over for the present; Mr. B. withdrew his prick,
all slimy from its sheath, pendant, but still full of size.Most extraordinary! I would have given a good deal to have dared to
rush out, put it in my mouth and suck it dry, I can hardly describe how
strongly this desire took possession of me. It was the first promptings
of a passion I have since often indulged in, where I have met with
companions with whom I could join in orgies of both sexes. Mrs. B.
professed to be dead beaten by the constant and frequent renewals of
these interviews in addition to night work and lay perfectly still,
while he performed his ablutions and readjusted, his habiliments.“Fasten the door after me,” said he, as he ardently pressed her form in
his arms and kissed her. She had continued stretched on the bed,
exactly facing me, with legs widely extended, so as to show me the
whole of her lovely cunt, which I could see still panted under its late
excitement. My charming mistress told me it was palpitating not for
what had passed, but for what it was waiting for. She rose at last and
closed the door, turning the key upon her husband. She then approached
the bidet to purify herself, but I bounded from the closet, seized her
in my arms, dashed her back on the bed and immediately glued my lips to
her glowing and foaming cunt, with all the froth and spending of her
husband oozing out. I greedily devoured it, and raised her to such a
frenzy of lewdness that she dragged me up and cried, frantically—“For God’s sake fuck me—fuck me!”Of course my cock was bursting to do so; with one shove he was sheathed
to the cods; my loved mistress spent with that alone, so highly was she
excited, not only by the preparations, but as she herself acknowledged
to me, by the idea of the instantaneous infidelity to her husband, at
the moment after he had just fucked her—such is the wild imagination
of women when they give way to every libidinous thought. It would have
been exactly the same if some equally fortunate lover had been awaiting
my retiring from the field. The idea of success in deception is a
passion with them, and they would almost sacrifice anything to obtain
it. Before I could arrive at the grand crisis, she was again ready, and
we died away in an agony of blissful lubricity—she held me, as usual,
so tight that I never thought of withdrawing from the folds of her
delicious cunt, but lay still enjoying the never ceasing compressions
of its velvety folds, which sometimes really had almost the force of a
vice. I was rapidly ready for a second bout, which, like the first,
ended in extatic joys, beyond the power of description. My charming
mistress thought I ought now to desist, but pleading my forty hours’
fast (for, of course, she knew nothing of my fucking Mary), I begged
her to allow me to run one more course.“Then, my darling Charlie, you must let me turn on my side, for I am so
heated with your weight and my husband’s that I must have some relief,
but there is no occasion for you to withdraw, leave me to manage it.”With an art quite her own, she accomplished her object, her splendid
buttocks’ pressing before my eyes against my belly fired me
immediately. My cock swelled and stood firm as ever. Then passing an
arm round her body, I used my fingers on her excited and stiffly
projecting clitoris. We had a much longer and more voluptuous fuck than
before; nothing could exceed the delicious movements of my divine
mistress; she twisted her body so, that I could suck one of her
bubbies, while I fucked and frigged her; she spent with such a scream
of delight that I am sure she must have been heard in the house, had it
not been for the inner baize door to the room. She continued throbbing
so deliciously on my prick that I began to flatter myself I should
obtain a fourth favour, but she suddenly bolted out of my arms and out
of bed. Turning round, and taking my whole prick into her mouth, and
giving it a voluptuous suck, she said—“No, my loved boy, we must be prudent if we mean to have a repetition
of these most exquisite interviews. You have given me most extatic
pleasure, and by moderation, and running no risk in too long indulgence
of our passions, we may safely manage to enjoy similar interviews every
day. Get into the dressing room, remain there until I leave my room and
pass your door. After I have seen that no one is near, I will cough
twice, wait a minute longer, then quietly leave and descend by the back
stairs.”All was happily effected, and for the week longer they remained with
us, I found means to repeat the charming lesson every day, without
raising suspicion in anyone’s mind.At last this admirable woman departed. It was with difficulty I could
bear the scene, but I gulphed down my feelings as best I could. She had
become a universal favourite, and all regretted her leaving, so that my
distress was not noticed in the general regret. It was more than two
years before fortune favoured me in again meeting with this charming
woman. And then we saw very much of each other, both alone and with
other congenial spirits, of which, perhaps, I may hereafter write a
detail; but at present I have got events to relate that followed fast
on her departure.I have said that Miss Evelyn had been gradually growing more familiar
in her manner of partially caressing me. She drew me closer to her,
almost invariably placing her arm round my waist, frequently kissing
and pressing me against her firm and well-formed bosom. This had
frequently an evident effect on my lower person, even while I was kept
less excitable by the constant relief my passions were obtaining in the
arms of my adored Mrs. B. Now I no longer had that vent, for the little
relief I could get at rare intervals from my sister Mary was as
nothing, after the constant exercise I had been provided with for a
whole month. Ever since I had practised that little deception on Miss
Evelyn by attributing to her embraces the evident distraction I was in
on the day of Mr. Benson’s return, she had increased her pressures of
my person, and could not but feel my stiff prick throbbing against her
thigh, while she closely pressed my body against it with her arm. I
often noted the increased sparkle of her eyes and changes of colour on
her face when she kissed me, and I put up my hand and caressed her
cheek. At times she would push me suddenly away, and beg me to resume
my seat; frequently she would quit the room in an agitated manner, till
this led me to suppose that an internal conflict was going on, and that
passion urged one course, reason another. Remembering the sage advice
given to me by my loved and beautiful mistress, Mrs. B., I resolved to
play the part of an innocent ignoramus, and let her own passions
develop and produce the result I so longed for. I doubt if I could
have held out but for the relief I found in dear Mary’s embraces, who,
each time we could manage to meet, became more and more attractive, and
more capable of giving and receiving pleasure. We had some difficulty
in keeping Eliza blind to our doings. At last Mary agreed to initiate
her into gamahuching, and to tell her I did so to her when we shut
ourselves up together, and that if she would keep the secret, I would
do the same to her; but that it was necessary that one should keep
watch while the other amused herself with me, for fear Miss Evelyn
should chance to come. Mary proceeded to gamahuche her, which delighted
Eliza beyond measure; indeed, although a year and a half younger, she
speedily showed a developement of passion superior to Mary. At first I
only gamahuched her, letting her play with my prick as I did so, but
not attempting to instruct her in the art of insertion into her
charming little quim, which already showed symptoms of a hairy growth
on her well-formed and very prominent mount. When I had done enough in
this way, Mary, who had previously been fucked by me, returned, and
Eliza took up the watch, while I appeased in Mary’s deliciously tight
cunt the thirst that gamahuching Eliza had raised.It was thus I could more coolly await the gradual approximation that
Miss Evelyn’s evident passion for me was bringing about. That she
struggled against it was evident, but passion was gaining the
advantage, as was shown by her nervous tremblings and sudden clutches,
drawing me up to her parched lips, and sometimes pushing me away with a
shudder that shook her frame and paled her lovely cheeks. I fancied
that nature had been too much for her on these occasions, and that in
reality the sudden clutching was the approach of love’s crisis, and
that when she shuddered, and suddenly repulsed me, she was discharging.
It was evident this could not continue. At last the happy day for which
I so longed arrived. Mamma was going to go to the town, and taking my
two sisters with her, to get something or other for them. She invited
Miss Evelyn to accompany her, but the latter declined, on the excuse of
an alleged headache. In truth, the violent nature of the conflict going
on between her passions and her prudence had visibly affected her
health; she had become pale and anxious-looking, and my mother was
somewhat uneasy about her. She told her not to occupy herself too much
with my lessons that day, and only give me work for an hour in the
morning and an hour in the afternoon, and begged her to take a quiet
stroll in the garden, and rest as much as possible.On leaving us, she cautioned me to be as gentle and obedient as
possible, as Miss Evelyn was poorly and out of spirits. Mamma and the
girls departed. Miss Evelyn, almost as pale as death, and quite visibly
trembling, falteringly begged me to go to our schoolroom and study the
lesson she had given me the previous evening, saying she would join me
shortly. I went, but no lesson could I do that day. The evident
agitation and apparent illness of Miss Evelyn distressed if not alarmed
me; I was still too inexperienced in her mind. It was a phase of
woman’s nature which I had as yet no knowledge of. I had merely a vague
kind of idea that it all tended to the ultimate gratification of my
libidinous hopes, and I only held off to a certain extent in obedience
to the counsel my loved Mrs. Benson had so wisely impressed upon me,
and was waiting in lively hopes of the result I so ardently wished for.At last Miss Evelyn joined me, her eyes were swollen and red as if she
had been weeping; my own filled with tears when I saw her, and I
approached, hesitatingly, and said—“Oh, my dear governess, I am so grieved to see you look so poorly. Oh,
do nothing today, and I promise to work twice as hard tomorrow.”At the moment I really felt quite distressed at the sad expression of
her features. For an instant she smiled languidly, then, by some
compulsion of feeling, she seized me in both arms and drawing me to her
bosom, covered me with kisses; her eyes became almost perfectly
brilliant.“Oh, you dear, dear, darling boy, I love you beyond expression. Kiss,
oh, kiss me! my darling! and comfort me, because I love you all too
well.”Then, again, there was a change, she seemed to fear she had said too
much, and turned away her head and tears started to her eyes, but her
arms did not relax the embrace in which she held me. I was deeply moved
at her evident agitation. I thought she was really ill, and suffering
greatly; so I threw my arms round her neck, kissing her tenderly, and
weeping myself, tried to comfort her in my inexperienced way, sobbing
out—“Oh, dear, dear Miss Evelyn, do be comforted, I so dearly love you that
it makes my heart bleed to see you so unhappy. Oh, let me see you
smile, and do try not to cry so. Why are you so unhappy and low
spirited? Oh, that I could do anything to make you happy?” And
redoubling my endearments, she again turned her lovely face to me.
Again there was the unnatural fire in her eyes, and a hectic glow
flushed her cheek.“You darling angel of a boy; it is you that makes me so unhappy.”I started back in surprise.“I make you unhappy! Oh! Miss Evelyn, how can that be, when I adore
the very ground you stand on, and love (sobbing)—love (sob)—love
you more than anything in the world.”yousobbingsobShe seized my head in her two hands, glued her lips to mine, gave me a
long, long kiss of love; then, pressing me to her bosom—“Oh, say that again, my loved, my darling boy; it is the love I feel
for you that is breaking my heart, but I can resist it no longer. Will
my Charlie love his Evelyn always as he does now?”“Oh, how could I do otherwise? I have worshipped you from the first
moment of your arrival, and have had no other idea. What can I do to
prove it—try, oh, try me. I have never breathed a syllable of my love
for you, even to yourself, let alone other people.”Her eyes, sparkling with passion, were searching the depths of mine, as
if to fathom my thoughts. I, too, began to feel my amorous passions
excited by her warm embraces and kisses. She held me tight to her body,
and could not help feeling the hard substance that jutted out against
her.“I believe you, my Charlie, and will trust you with my life—with more,
with my honour! I can no longer resist my fate. But, oh! Charlie, love
me always, for I run a fearful risk in loving you as I do.”She again drew me to her lips, my hands clasped her neck in a close
embrace. Her hands wandered—pressed upon my throbbing prick. With
trembling and hasty fingers she unbuttoned, or rather tore open, my
trousers, and her soft fingers clasped my naked instrument.“Oh, I shall die, dear Miss Evelyn; what must I do to make you happy?”My apparent ignorance could not but please her. She sank back on the
long low chair on which she was seated, apparently accidentally drawing
up her petticoats with her hand in falling back. I threw myself on my
knees, and pushing her petticoats further up disclosed the rich, dark,
curly beauty of her mount. She covered her burning face with her hand,
while, pressing my head forward, I began pressing her beauteous cunt,
sucking it without daring to lick her clitoris. She tried to push me
away—“No! no! I must not.”But I suppose my proceedings fired her passions still more, for she was
quite moist and juicy, and I have no doubt had already had one
discharge while embracing me so warmly. She suddenly said—“Come then, my loved boy, and I will be all in all to you.”Drawing me up—nothing loath—I was soon extended on her belly, with my
stiff-standing cock pressing against her cunt. I had still the prudence
not to show any knowledge of the act. I sighed deeply—“Oh! my loved Miss Evelyn, do help me, I know not what to do.”Her hand glided down between us, she guided my glowing instrument
between the longing lips of her delicious cunt. I pushed, and buried
the head and two inches of its body at the first thrust. The second
brought it against an unexpected obstacle, for it never had struck me
that Miss Evelyn was a virgin. I pushed hard at it.“Oh, Charlie, love, be gentle, you are hurting me very much.”Knowing that the best way would be to excite her by short shoves,
without at first trying to go further, I did so, and she began to feel
all the raging desires that so formidable a prick as mine must excite,
when moving between the soft velvety folds of her tight and juicy quim.
I held myself in, and continued my proceedings until the convulsive
movements of her loins, and the increased pressure of the folds of her
cunt, showed me that the crisis was approaching, and she was about to
spend. She hugged me close in her arms, and at the moment of spending
involuntarily heaved up her bottom. This was the very moment I was with
difficulty waiting for. I retired a little and plunged forward with
irresistible force. I burst my way through every barrier, up to the
very roots of my prick. The attack was as painful as unexpected. Miss
Evelyn gave a shriek of agony and swooned away. I at once improved the
opportunity, and thrusting in and out with the utmost vigour, broke
down every obstacle, and enlarged the opening by side movements as much
as possible, while she was insensible to the pain. I then died away
myself in an agony of delight. I lay soaking within the delicious
sheath until her convulsive shudders and short sobs showed that my now
fully deflowered mistress was recovering her senses. The thought of the
unexpected victory I had won had already begun to make my cock stand
again, although it was still comparatively soft. I could feel an
involuntary pressure on it, as she came to a full consciousness of our
position. She threw her arms round my neck, gave me a most impassioned
kiss, and then sobbed and cried as if her heart would break.It is a curious idiosyncracy of my nature to be most libidinously
excited by a woman’s tears, and although I really suffered to see her
in such grief, it stiffened my prick to its utmost dimensions. I tried
to comfort her with words, but she sobbed, sobbed on. I suddenly
thought that a renewal of action might bring about a revulsion of
feeling, and began vigorous movements. She sighed deeply, but I could
tell by the nervous twitchings of her loins that her passions were
being excited. They soon decided the contest. She threw her arms round
my waist, and pressed me to her, devouring my mouth with her kisses.
Nature prompted her movements, and in a very few minutes we both poured
down a plenteous offering on Venus’s altar. She shook and trembled as
she felt the warm gush within her, and squeezed me with all her might
to her bosom. We lay in a trance for some ten minutes, my charming
governess fainting with love, and giving my delighted prick the most
luscious pressure, which speedily fired him to new efforts. Miss Evelyn
herself was most amorously excited, and we again dashed on love’s
delicious path—to end, as usual, in the death-like swoon of satiated
passion. When we came to our senses, my loved mistress, embracing me
tenderly, and throwing her eyes up to heaven, said—“Oh, my dear darling boy, you made me suffer horribly at first, but I
have been in heaven since. Oh, how I love and adore you. But we must
rise, my Charlie, we may be discovered. We have, in fact, run great
risk, as the door has not been fastened.”I rose, and withdrew my prick from her reeking quim, which seemed by
its close pressure to let me go with regret. I found it was all bloody.“Stop, Charles, let me wipe it with my handkerchief, lest it stain your
shirt.”She did so, and folding it up and placing it in her bosom, said—“I shall keep this precious relic as a memorial of the sacrifice I have
made to you, my loved boy. Ah! Charlie, you cannot yet understand the
value of that sacrifice and the risk of ruin I have run for your sake.
I love you as I never loved anyone before, or can ever love again. My
honour and happiness are now in your hands, and it is on your
discretion they rest. Be careful never to exhibit any liberty of
conduct towards me or to mention to anyone what has occurred.”It may readily be imagined I gave her every assurance on that head, and
told her I loved her too dearly, and was too grateful for the extatic
happiness she had taught me how to enjoy, for any chance of betrayal to
take place through my indiscretion. She embraced me tenderly, told me
to go straight to the garden, that she must seek some repose after all
that had happened, and we should meet again at midday meal.I did as desired, full of sweet thoughts at the exquisite delights she
had afforded me, and already longing for the afternoon school hour to
renew the enrapturing union of our souls and bodies. Miss Evelyn did
not come down to her luncheon, but had something sent up to her room.
However, she joined me in the schoolroom at two o’clock, as usual. She
was very pale, but embraced me tenderly, and was very endearing. Of
course, I immediately became excited, and very enterprising, but she
gently repulsed me, and requested that I would leave her quiet that
day, as she felt not only exhausted, but in pain, and would be all the
better for perfect repose. I begged hard to be allowed some slight
favours, if not all, but she was inexorable. Finding that I could
neither do any lessons nor be quiet, she said—“Then we must go into the garden, I think the fresh air and a gentle
walk will do me good.”It instantly occurred to me that if I could draw her away to the summer
house, I should have a better chance of succeeding in again enjoying
her delicious embraces. Accordingly, when she went up to her room to
put on her bonnet and shawl, I possessed myself of the key, to be
prepared for my chance of success.We walked about the flower garden for a time, Miss Evelyn taking my
arm, and most lovingly conversing with me. She walked somewhat stiffly.
We sat down for a rest, shortly she felt the heat of the sun too great,
so I proposed a walk in the shaded shrubbery. I kept prattling on, so
as not to let her see how far I was leading her away, she appeared
surprised that we had got so far, when we came in sight of the summer
house.“Oh! Charlie, my dear, I am afraid it will fatigue me too much to walk
all the way back without rest and we have not the key.”“Sometimes it is left in the door, I will run and see.” Off I bounded,
slipped the key in the lock, and ran back to say it was there, she
followed me in, and sank on the long backless sofa, which had already
served me so often. I begged her to extend herself at length. I placed
pillows for her head, and drew a chair for myself near her. She did not
appear to have any suspicion of any act on my part, but lay down on her
side. She took my hand in hers, and we began a conversation, very
interesting, in as much as it was how we should regulate our conduct,
so as not to raise any suspicion of our amorous connection, and also of
how we should manage to meet from time to time.“You, dear boy,” she said, “I cannot now live without the comfort of
your embraces, but you must remember, in my dependent position,
discovery would be my ruin. I rely on your silence and discretion, and
if I am as dear to you as you, my adored Charlie, are to me, I may
safely trust to you.” I threw my arms round her neck, and told her I
loved her all too dearly, and longed too much to return to her
endearing and delicious embraces, for her to have any fear of my
committing either her or myself. She fondly embraced and kissed me. I
became fired with passion. My hand wandered, her position only enabled
her to make a feeble resistance, I reached her beauteously covered
mount, she murmured supplications to be left alone, and held her thighs
close together.She was not aware of my knowledge of the parts, so inserting my finger
into the upper part of the lips, I reached her clitoris, and began
rubbing in and out, purposely, in an awkward way, but taking care to
hit the right point.“Charlie, my Charlie, you must not do that—I—I cannot bear it.”At the same time she threw her arm round my neck and drew me to her
lips, which glued themselves to mine. I felt her thighs yield and open.
I immediately improved the occasion, and began frigging her with my
middle finger up her quim. Her passions became inflamed.“Come then, my darling boy, to my arms, I cannot resist you longer.”In an instant I was unbuttoned and had my trousers down, and was
between her legs almost before she had concluded her sentence. The
excitement of my caresses had moistened her juicy cunt, and the head of
my prick entered without any difficulty. In my ardour I was about to
rush on with a vigorous shove, when she implored me to be more gentle,
as she still smarted from our morning encounter. Moderating my
movements, and gently insinuating my stiff instrument, I gradually made
my way up to its utmost limits, and hardly occasioned even a grimace of
pain. Here I stopped, leaving it sheathed up to the root, and making it
throb from instant to instant. Then seeking my loved Miss Evelyn’s
mouth, our lips and tongues met. Her arms round my waist became tighter
in their embrace. The delicious folds of her luscious juicy quim began
to throb and press on my excited member. Allowing her to become
thoroughly excited, I waited until she actually quite unexpectedly
yielded down her nature, and spent profusely, to the exquisite pleasure
of my saturated organ. I still held all off, to give her time after the
delight of that spend, which was probably the first of unalloyed
extatic pleasure she enjoyed; for as I was an inactive participator,
there was nothing to cause any action on the still raw edges of her
broken maidenhead. Her internal pressures were most exquisite. Our
embraces with tongues and lips were like the billing and cooing of
doves, and very rapidly brought her again to a raging point of desire.
I then began with slow and gentle movements, drawing my prick slowly
nearly all the way out, and then as slowly driving it up to the hilt.
Her previous very copious discharge had so oiled the delicious folds of
her cunt, that no pain was felt, only the intense pleasure. At last it
became overpowering; her arms were thrown round my waist, and her legs
were involuntary cast over my hips. Nature prompted her to the most
delicious movements of her bottom; she met my forward thrusts, and
responded to them in the most libidinous manner.“Go on, go on, dear Charlie—faster!—faster!”I wanted no spur. Fast and furious grew our movements, until at last,
with a mutual cry of delight, we sank in each other’s arms in the
blissful extasy of the most complete enjoyment. It was several minutes
before we regained our senses, and both our organs of generation were
pulsating, the one within the other, in all the luxury of satiated
passion. With her beauteous legs still thrown over mine, she moved her
arms to my neck, kissed me voluptuously, and mingled the sweetest
accents of gratification with the most endearing caresses and
flatteries. I lay, as it were, in the paphian bower of bliss, in a
state of exquisite sensations quite impossible to describe. It seemed
even a greater pleasure than the more active state of delight we had
been to. I could have lain so for hours, but for that excitable prick
of mine, whose sensibilities were far too rapidly set in motion by the
luscious pressures of that most delightful cunt in which it lay
engulphed. It had gradually resumed its pristine firmness, and was now
at full stand, throbbing impatiently for further combats. I began to
move. Miss Evelyn said—“Oh, my Charlie, you must cease, my dear boy; we must not only be
prudent, but consider your youth and health. Do, oh! do! my dear boy.
Oh!—pray cease.”Her words were cut short by the increasing passion that the vigorous
movements of my prick occasioned to her whole system. She could resist
no longer, but with arms and legs closely embracing me, and devouring
me with kisses, she threw herself into the fight, and with body and
soul so seconded me that we died away in screams of delight, and sank
quite insensible in each other’s arms.It was many minutes before we recovered speech. I still lay entirely
embedded in her most exquisite cunt, and would have liked to have
continued in her delicious embrace. But Miss Evelyn so imploringly
beseeched me to cease for this time, and pointed out how necessary
prudency was, if we ever wished to meet again, that I felt compelled to
raise myself from her body. But, in doing so, I slid off downwards, and
before she could prevent me, I glued my lips to the open pouters below
me, and greedily devoured all her delicious discharge, and did not
desist until I had so licked her clitoris as to make her spend most
copiously again. At first she had tried to resist, saying—“Charlie, what on earth are you at? You must not, my dear boy, it is
dreadful.”But, as I roused her passions, her hand, instead of trying to draw away
my head, held it firm and pushed it well against her throbbing and
delicious quim, her thighs closed against the sides of my head, and she
almost swooned away with the extasy of her discharge. I greedily
swallowed it and rising completely, took her in my arms, and placing
her on her bottom, sweetly kissed her.“Oh, what a charming creature you are, my beloved Miss Evelyn, I adore
you from the sole of your feet to the crown of your head.”“But you, my beloved Charlie, have more than justified my imprudence.
You have given me a joy which I could never have dreamt of. I am yours,
body and soul; do with me as you like. I, too, adore the very ground
you tread on.”We continued exchanging the sweetest vows of affection, until, seeing
my prick rising to its usual stiffness, she said—“Oh, my darling, you must put this away; it would be most imprudent to
continue any longer. Now, let me button it up.”First stooping and kissing it, she put it into my trousers with some
difficulty, buttoned me up, and we strolled towards the house.Our conversation turned on our chance of fresh encounters. She begged I
would not think of attempting anything of the kind next day, and she
would try and arrange for the day after, although my sisters were
terribly in the way.I suggested she should keep me in as when she flogged me, nay, indeed,
she should flog me in reality if she liked.She laughed at my idea, but said something might be done in that way as
a blind. So I said—“I will neglect my lesson on purpose to furnish an excuse.”“We shall see—we shall see. Meanwhile, remember to be very prudent.”We reached the house; she retired to her room until mamma returned.
Very kind inquiries were made, she said she had suffered severely from
headache, but, on the whole, felt better and hoped that a good night’s
rest would put her all to rights. We all retired early, both mamma and
the girls were tired with their drive and shopping. I had resumed my
bed in the little dressing room, and went to sleep with thoughts of my
delicious day’s doings, to dream of re-enacting them with every amorous
excess that the utmost lubricity could suggest.The next day Miss Evelyn began to resume her former looks—the struggle
was at an end. She was very gentle in her manner, and seemed even more
affectionate than usual to my sisters, who, fancying she was not very
well, were attentive, rather trying to anticipate her wishes than
following them.There was rather a greater appearance of reserve than previously in her
manner to me, but when I went up to her to repeat my lessons, there was
a warmer clasping of my waist and a suppressed manner that showed she
was restraining her desire to press me to her bosom. Her face slightly
flushed, and she turned her beautiful eyes upon me with such an
endearing expression of affection that I could have thrown myself into
her arms but for the check upon my ardour which her own reserve imposed
upon me.Nothing more took place between us that day. At our usual hour of
recreation, from four till five, Miss Evelyn retired to her room to
repose after the efforts of restraint that she had put upon herself all
day, and left us to ourselves. I need not say an immediate resort to
the summer house followed. There, first deliciously fucking Mary, and
then gamahuching Eliza, with the addition of gently introducing, at the
same time, a finger a short distance up her quim, I finished off with
another voluptuous fuck with Mary. I thus was enabled to bear the
bridle Miss Evelyn put upon the indulgence of my appetite in her
person, and was apparently more reasonable than in reality. She again,
on the second day, failed to give me the opportunity I so longed for.
Thinking she might hesitate, from fear of discovery, and the fact of
having no apparently reasonable excuse of being alone with me, I
determined to play the idler next day in the afternoon. On being called
up, I had done nothing. Miss Evelyn looked grave, but blushed deeply at
the same time.“What do you mean, Charlie, by this idleness? Go, do your lesson, or I
shall be obliged to punish you.”She took me by the arm, and gently pressed it as she told me to resume
my seat. At four o’clock, of course, my lesson was as far as before
from being done.“Mary and Eliza, you can go into the garden. Charles will remain until
he finishes his lesson, or is punished for his idleness.”They left and Miss Evelyn locked the door after them. Then we flew into
each other’s arms, and indulged in the most endearing caresses for a
very few seconds. I had been in a state of most violent erection for
some time, so that my hand was up her petticoats immediately. I gently
pushed her back on her low long easy chair, and kneeling in front,
first thrust my head between her thighs, and taking a glance at her
beautifully haired cunt, already all moist and juicy, showing that she
was as ready as myself, I gamahuched her until she spent in my mouth,
and sucked the delicious liquid most greedily. There was something
peculiarly sweet in her spend, and my tongue sought the innermost
lining of her delicious quim as far as its limited length would admit,
that I might not lose a drop of her exquisite nectar, worthy of the
gods. The excitement I occasioned her was almost too much for her to
bear, she drew me up, saying—“Oh! Charlie, my angel of a boy, come, oh, come to my arms.” I raised
myself up, threw myself into her arms, and in a moment I was engulphed
up to the cods in her exquisite and throbbing cunt; she closed upon me
with arms and legs, we were both too violently excited to pause for any
of the more voluptuous movements of less violent desires, but rushed on
in passion’s wildest extasy, both far too eager to think of any
restraint, and with the utmost vigour on both our parts, we ran our
first course with great rapidity. My adored Miss Evelyn had quite got
over every feeling of pain, and could not but be delighted with the
heat and vigour of my attack. We both died away together, at the
extatic moment pouring down a mutual flood of spunk to cool the
inflamed members that had the instant before been in such tumultuous
action. Darling Miss Evelyn hugged me close to her bosom, and threw her
beautiful eyes, screaming with passion, up to the ceiling, as if to
thank heaven for the joys she had felt. Our lips then met and glued
themselves together in one long, long kiss of love, which quickly
lighted up our lust; she was as eager as myself, and we had another
vigorous encounter, ending in all the agonies of delight, as before.
Then after a longer interval of the most endearing caresses and fond
accents of murmured love, we ran our third course, with more
abandon—lengthening out our exquisite sensations, by slower and
quicker movements and pauses between—in which my beautiful governess
began to develop an art in which she shortly became even superior to
the more experienced Mrs. Benson, who had so charmingly initiated me
into love’s mysteries.There was a peculiar charming and endearing softness in the manner of
Miss Evelyn most winning and most exquisitely attractive. It was
evidenced even in her mode of handling my prick; without grasping it,
her hand appeared to pass over it hardly touching it, but in so
exciting a manner that after any number of encounters, she could raise
it by her fairy touch in a moment. Our third encounter lasted quite
half an hour, and we sank in the death-like luxury of discharge, our
whole souls seemed to exude with the exquisite distillation of our
seed. We had long before regained our senses. I was still engulphed in
her delicious cunt, but she begged me to relieve her of my weight. We
rose, she shook her petticoats down, and assisted me to arrange my
trousers. I then sat down and took her on my knee. Our lips met in a
mutual warm kiss of gratified passion. She thanked me for the joys of
paradise I had given her—and for my discretion in procuring an excuse
for our meeting. She acknowledged that she had been as impatient as
myself, but was obliged to take every precaution against raising the
slightest suspicion in the house.“You must always remember, my darling boy, that for me discovery would
be my ruin for ever. I risk everything to possess you, my beloved boy,
I would care little for discovery, if it would not also separate us for
ever. That idea, my adored Charlie, is insupportable, I can no longer
exist without you.” Here she threw her arms round my neck, and burst
into tears.I have already described the effect of tears on my unruly member,
which, while I was consoling and vowing eternal attachment to my loved
mistress, burst from its bonds and stood out in all its glory. I took
her soft and beautiful little hand, and laid it on it. She grasped it
tightly, and looking at it, while smiling through her tears, said—“My Charlie, what a great big thing it is. I wonder how it could ever
get into me, without killing me.”“You shall soon see that,” said I, and changing places, I laid her
down, lifted her petticoats and was into her in a moment. She begged me
to proceed slowly, and to lengthen out our pleasures as much as
possible. We had a most glorious and truly delicious fuck; my lovely
and charming mistress giving me most extatic pleasure by the exquisite
pressures of the internal folds of her delicious and lascivious cunt.We lay enraptured for long after we had spent, and then resumed our
sitting position, and arranged everything in order, as the time for
the return of my sisters from their hour of recreation was close at
hand.Our conversation naturally turned upon how we should arrange for our
next meeting. Miss Evelyn insisted that we must not think of meeting
more than once in three or four days, as otherwise we might raise
suspicions fatal to our meeting at all. However reasonable this was, I
raised an outcry against such a tantalizing delay, and begged hard for
a shorter period between our intervals.“It cannot be my darling boy, remember discovery would separate us for
ever. By prudence, we may long continue these delicious meetings.” I
suddenly suggested that as I slept alone in the little room, which,
when the spare room was unoccupied, was far away from everyone, she
might steal along at night, when all were asleep, and thus I could
enjoy the whole of her exquisite charms, without hindrance. She did not
reply, but I could see her eye sparkled, and her cheek flushed as if
already in imagination she was revelling untrammelled in all the luxury
of voluptuousness such a plan opened out. However, she did not at once
accept, but kissing me fondly, called me her dear and ingenious boy,
and said she would think over my suggestion. We resumed our lessons on
my sisters’ return. Miss Evelyn was again four days before she gave me
another opportunity of an amorous meeting. It was only my purposed
insubordination that obtained me this interview. We again indulged in
all the luxuries of carnal enjoyment, as far as could be done,
incommoded as we both were by dress and locality. Reverting more
strongly than ever to my plan of meeting in my lonely room, I begged so
hard that at last she promised to come the night of the following day.
I was obliged to put up with this, although I would fain have had her
come that very night, but as her passions were evidently gaining
stronger possession of her, and she was becoming more loving, and more
voluptuous than ever, I felt certain she would not disappoint me on the
next night. The delicious idea of revelling in charms I had so often
furtively gazed on, kept me away from my sisters next day. Under a plea
of headache I went early to bed, and took up some oil, to oil the
hinges and lock of the door, to be prepared for my loved mistress. I
lay long awake, and was almost in despair of her coming, when I heard
the clock strike twelve. All at once I became aware she was at my
bedside. She had entered the room with so gentle a step that though on
the watch for her, I did not hear her even when she opened the door,
shut, and locked it. She had come in her dark-grey cloak, and when at
my bedside this was dropped on the floor, she stood in nothing but a
very fine and thin chemise. She flung herself in my arms, as I rose to
embrace her, and we instantly sank closely clasped in each other’s
arms. I was far too sharply set to practise any preliminaries. I turned
her on her back, and was into her in a moment, with one vigorous
thrust, which almost took away her breath, and gave her intense
delight. I was too quick for her, however, as I spent in two or three
shoves into that delight-giving cunt. But as this hardly allayed the
fires of my too ardent desires, the convulsive internal movements of
her unsatisfied orbit quickly restored my scarcely reduced member to a
renewed vigour. Miss Evelyn being greatly excited by the unsatisfying
nature of my first bout, was extremely warm, and throwing her arms and
legs around my body, we again rushed headlong into all the fury of
fucking, and as my previous spendings had somewhat reduced the power of
immediate discharge, I was able to suit my movements exactly to those
of my most active companion, and we sank together in all the
voluptuousness of satisfied desires, lying long locked in each other’s
arms, before we were again in a state to renew our combats in love’s
delicious domain. We spent the interval in whispered vows and fond
endearments and embracings of each other’s naked charms, both of us
admiringly passing our hands over every part of our bodies.Miss Evelyn at last concentrated all her attention on my well-developed
member, which she most endearingly embraced and fondled tenderly, very
quickly putting him into an ungovernable state of erection. I was lying
on my back, and she partially raised herself to kiss my formidable
weapon; so gently putting her upon me, I told her it was her turn to do
the work. She laughed, but at once mounted upon me, and bringing her
delicious cunt right over my prick, and guiding it to the entrance of
love’s grotto, she gently sank down upon it and engulphed it until the
two hairs pressed against each other. A few slow up and down movements
followed, when becoming too libidinous for such temporizing delays, she
sank on my belly, and began to show most wonderful activity of loins
and bottom. I seconded her to the utmost, and finding she was so
excited, I slipped my hand round behind and introduced my middle finger
in the rosy and very tight orifice of her glorious backside. I
continued to move in and out in unison with her up and down heavings.
It seemed to spur her on to more vigorous actions, and in the midst of
short gaspings and suppressed sighs, she sank almost senseless on my
bosom. I, too, had quickened my action, and shot into her gaping womb a
torrent of boiling sperm.We lay entranced in the raptures of satiated desire for a long time. At
last she came to her senses, and fondly kissing me, turned off, and we
lay side by side closely embraced.“Oh! my beloved Charlie, what exquisite delight you have given me; you
are the most delicious and loving creature that ever could be created.
You kill me with pleasure, but what was that you were doing to my
bottom? What put such an idea into your head?”“I don’t know,” I replied. “I put my arm round to feel the beautiful
globes of your bottom, and found in grasping one that my finger was
against a hole, all wet with our previous encounters, and pressing it,
found that my finger slipped in; you gave it such a delicious pressure
when in that the idea entered into my head that, as it resembled the
delicious pressure your enchanting other orifice gives my shaft when
embracing you, this orifice would like a similar movement to that which
my shaft exercised in your quim. So I did so, and it seemed to add to
your excitement, if I may judge by the extraordinary convulsive
pressures you gave my finger when you died away in all the agony of our
final rapture. Tell me, my beloved Miss Evelyn, did it add to your
pleasure as much as I fancied?”“Well, my darling Charlie, I must own it did, very much to my surprise;
it seemed to make the final pleasure almost too exciting to bear, and I
can only account it a happy accident leading to an increase to pleasure
I already thought beyond the power of nature to surpass. Naughty boy, I
feel your great instrument at full stretch again, but you must moderate
yourself, my darling, we have done enough for tonight. No, no, no! I am
not going to let him in again.”Passing her hand down, she turned away its head from the charming
entrance of her cunt, and began handling and feeling it in apparent
admiration of its length, thickness, and stiffness. Her gentle touch
did anything but allay the passion that was rising to fever heat; so
sucking one of her bubbies, while I pressed her to me with one arm
under her, and embracing her on the other side, I passed my hand
between our moist and warm bodies, reached her charming clitoris,
already stiff with the excitement of handling my prick. My titillations
soon decided her passions, and gently prompting her with the arm under
her body, I turned her once more on the top of me. She murmured an
objection, but offered no resistance; on the contrary, she herself
guided my throbbing and eager prick into the voluptuous sheath that was
longing to engulph it. Our movements this time were less hurried and
more voluptuous. For some time she kept her body upright, rising and
falling from her knees. I put my finger to her clitoris, and added to
the extatic pleasure she was so salaciously enjoying. She soon found
she must come to more rapid and vigorous movements, and lying down on
my belly embraced and kissed me. Toying with our tongues I put an arm
round her waist, and held her tight, while her glorious buttocks and
most supple loins kept up the most delicious thrust and pressures on my
thoroughly engulphed weapon. I again stimulated her to the highest
pitch of excited desires by introducing my finger behind, and we both
came to the grand crisis in a tumultuous state of enraptured agony,
unable to do ought, but from moment to moment convulsively throb in and
on our engulphed members. We must have lain thus languidly, and
deliciously enjoying all the raptures of the most complete and
voluptuous gratification of our passions, for fully thirty minutes
before we recovered complete consciousness. Miss Evelyn was first to
remember where she was. She sprang up, embraced me tenderly, and said
she must leave me at once, she was afraid she had already stayed
imprudently long. In fact, it was near five o’clock in the morning. I
rose from the bed to fling my arms round her lovely body, to fondle and
embrace her exquisite bubbies. With difficulty she tore herself from my
arms. I accompanied her to the door, and with a mutual and loving kiss
we parted. I to return and rapidly sink into the sweetest slumber after
such a delicious night of most voluptuous fucking.She came again three times in the next six nights; each time we renewed
our mutual joys, with ever increasing voluptuous indulgencies. On
coming to me for the fifth time, she said—“Dear Charlie, I have only come to kiss you, and say I cannot stop.”“Cannot stop!” I cried, “and why not, beloved Miss Evelyn?”“I am not well, but cannot explain more.”I had sprung out of bed, and clasped her in my arms, then passing a
hand down to her beauteous and well-covered mons Veneris, I found that
she was tied up there in cloth. I immediately remembered how my loved
Mrs. Benson had been exactly in the same way. I then also remarked the
peculiar odour of breath, but pretending ignorance, I begged to know
what had happened to my darling little grotto.“I cannot tell you more, my dear boy, but it will keep me away from you
for four or five nights.”“But why should that be the case; cannot you let me enter that
delicious cave of delight only once?”“No, no, impossible! my dear Charlie, absolutely impossible! It would
do me very great harm, and you too. Let us be quiet in that way, and I
shall be the sooner well again to come and embrace you as before.”“Oh! but darling, how can I support five nights’ absence, I shall go
mad with desire and burst—feel how he grows, and is longing for his
loved companion.”Her soft and gentle hand caressed it. I thought to succeed by a coup
de main, but she was too quick for me.coup
de main“No, Charles, I am serious, and you must not try to force me, or I
shall never come near you again.”I saw she was in earnest, and flung myself on the bed in a pet.“Come, my darling Charlie, be reasonable, and I will do my best to give
you some satisfaction. Lay yourself on your back—so. I will kneel on
the floor at right angles to you, because you must not attempt to touch
me down there. That is a dear boy.”So taking my prick in her soft hand, she gently moved it up and down;
then, suddenly stopping, took it into her mouth, sucking as much as she
could get in, and titillating the knob with her tongue, while one hand
frigged at the root of my prick and the other gently handled my two
crisped-up cods. She prolonged the pleasure by occasional pauses, and
at last, on finding the electric-like sensations coming, she hastened
her movement, and I poured a torrent of sperm into her mouth. She
continued her delicious sucking until not a drop more was left for her
to swallow. This was the first time she ever gamahuched me, but it was
not the last by scores of times. Ever after we improved upon the model,
and added other endearments. When not under her courses, we mutually
gamahuched each other, and she was the first to repeat upon me, with
the intensest gratification, the delicious introduction of a finger
behind while gamahuching me. At present, when she had thus taken the
edge off my carnal appetite, she lovingly embraced me, and left me to
my lovely slumbers. Of course, the four days’ grace, saving two more
passing visits “to keep me cool,” as she said, turned all to the
advantage of my sisters, whom I fucked and frigged to their utmost
gratification and delight.I thus passed about four months. Miss Evelyn becoming a perfect adept
in love’s delicious mysteries; but, although I had attempted to enjoy
the orifice of the lower temple of Venus, my member was too large, and
gave too much pain, to completely succeed, so that I became the
faithful worshipper at the more legitimate altar of love. My sisters
were gradually developing their forms. Mary particularly so. The hair
on her quim had increased to a most charming curling profusion. Her
hips spread out, and her bottom, hard and prominent, promised to be
very large. Eliza, too, began to show increased bubbies, and an
enlarged and mossy mons Veneris.We were approaching summer, and near the full of the moon, Mary had
complained of feeling very low spirited, and very much inclined to cry.
I tried to comfort her, and thought success would best attend my
efforts if I fucked her. So enticing her down into the garden, we
entered the summer house, and I at once proceeded to action. She was
rather unwilling, she could not say why, but had an instinctive
reluctance. She yielded, however, to my entreaties, and I fucked her
without apparently exciting her in the usual way. I consequently
withdrew as soon as I had run the first course, and at once discovered
what ailed poor Mary. My member was covered with blood. For the first
time her courses had come upon her. She was greatly alarmed, but I told
her I had heard it was quite natural to young women when they reached a
certain age, that she had better tell mamma at once, who would instruct
her what to do. I carefully wiped my reddened member, and then retired
to my room to purify myself. That very night, on Miss Evelyn coming to
me, I found she was exactly in the same state. She gave me my usual
relief with her soft hand and caressing lips, and then left me for five
nights, as at that time.I now found myself reduced to my dear little sister Eliza. Up to this
time I had never actually fucked her, and her maidenhead was still
intact. She was now approaching fourteen, and the down on her charming
little cunt was becoming more decided; her bubbies too, under the
erotic excitement of my attouchements and gamahuching, had assumed a
decided prominence. My finger had somewhat rendered the opening of her
little pinky slit more easy of access. So I resolved to complete her
carnal education and fuck her thoroughly. The opportunity was perfect;
both Miss Evelyn and Mary retired to their rooms to lie down at our
usual hour’s recreation, Eliza and I at once hied to the summer house,
and locked ourselves in. I immediately laid her down on the long couch,
and gamahuched her until she spent in my mouth, and then continued
until she was again almost mad with desire. I then told her I should
initiate her into a new mystery, more delicious than any she had yet
experienced, but that the first initiation was always painful.attouchements“Oh! what is it, my dear Charlie, everything you do is so nice, I know
I shall like it—what is it?”
“Then you must know, dear Eliza, that this little cunt of yours is made
for the express purpose of having a prick put into it; only, as mine is
so large, and you are still so small and so young, I was afraid it
would give you too much pain to do it sooner; but now, I think, I may
get it in, if I do it gently.”“Oh, Charlie, dear, put it in at once, I have often felt I should like
it so; but, as you never attempted to do it, I thought it was a mere
fancy of mine. Have you ever put it inside Mary’s quim?”“Often; nay, always, my darling.”“Does she like it?”“She adores it.”“Then put it into me directly, Charlie.”I wanted nothing better, and told her that in order to thoroughly enjoy
it, she must strip. In a minute she dropped off everything, while I
took off my trousers—coat and waistcoat having been already laid
aside. I had brought a towel to lay on the couch below her bottom, to
prevent any tell-tale stains. Laying her down on her back, with her
bottom close to the end, her legs gathered up, and her two feet resting
on the sofa, with her knees falling outwards (in the very best position
for my intended operation), I put a pillow on the floor, on which I
knelt, thus bringing my cock a little above her quim to give me a good
purchase. I then first gamahuched her well again, until she spent and
cried out—“Oh, put it in, my dear Charlie, I do feel to want it so!”She was already well moistened by her previous discharges, and by my
licking the lips of her cunt, and covering them with saliva, with which
I also, at the same time, wetted my prick itself. I then made the point
approach the charming pouting and longing lips of her sweet little
cunt, and rubbing it first up and down between the lips, proceeded to
insert its knob between them. Thanks to the precautions taken, and the
excitement I had raised by my previous caresses with tongue and prick,
the immediate entrance was effected with greater ease than might have
been expected. No sooner was it in about an inch beyond the knob than
the passion of excitement I had raised so stimulated the natural
lubricity of Eliza’s nature that she heaved up her buttocks
energetically, letting her knees drop quite down sideways, thus
favouring to the utmost my forward thrust made at the moment, so that
my prick was sheathed in an instant more than half his length, and but
for the obstacle of her maidenhead, which he then met with, would have
been entirely engulphed. As it was, it gave her a very sharp pang of
pain, which made her shrink back, and utter an—“Oh! Charlie!”“Do not fear, I will be gentle, keep still a moment and then you will
find the pain pass away, and great pleasure follow.”So we lay still for a time, until I felt those involuntary internal
pressures, the true precursors and infallible indicators of rising
desires; so commencing a slow and continuous in and out movement, I
shortly produced such an excess of pleasure in her delicious orbit,
that her movements became almost furious, and nature alone prompted her
to second me with as much art as if she had already been long
instructed in the delicious movements so calculated to add to the
libidinous delights of true enjoyment.But Eliza was a rare example of a truly salacious and voluptuous
nature, and proved herself in that way far in advance of Mary; although
she was of a very warm temperament, Eliza’s passions were far more
excitable, and in the end she became one of the most voluptuous fuckers
possible, abandoning herself to all the wildest raptures that the most
erotic nature could suggest. Of this, hereafter; at present I had
worked her up to the utmost pitch of excited desire; she was in the
very act of discharging, and as I withdrew for a final thrust, she
heaved up her buttocks in an agony of pleasure, I felt it was now or
never, and striking home with all my force, I burst with irresistible
strength through every obstacle, and tore my way inwards, until
sheathed to my very cods. Poor Eliza! at the very moment she thought
herself in the seventh heaven of delight, she experienced the most
excruciating agony. She gave a piercing cry and fainted away; her arms
fell senseless from my body—her legs would have also fallen, but
twining my arms round them, I continued for several successive thrusts
to penetrate fully and easily into every recess, for I myself was wound
up to a fearful state of excitement. I died away in an excess of joy,
sending a torrent of balmy sperm to soften and mitigate the pain of her
terribly torn quim. Finding that Eliza could not regain consciousness,
I rose somewhat in alarm, and was horrified to see the quantity of
blood that followed my withdrawal. It was fortunate my forethought of
the towel, as it had not only saved the sofa, but helped to stanch her
swollen and bleeding quim, and to wipe the blood from her thighs and
bottom. I had effected all this before the dear girl showed the least
symptoms of animation. She first sighed, then shivered, and at last
opened her eyes, and looked confusedly at me, and asked—“What has happened to me, Charlie?”Then observing how she was lying naked, she recovered her complete
consciousness of all the circumstances of the case.“Oh! Charlie, now I know; I thought you had killed me; Charlie, oh! it
was so frightfully painful. How could you hurt me so, and just as I
thought it was the most heavenly pleasure I had ever experienced in all
my life.”“My darling, it is all over now, and it will never hurt again, and we
shall both of us have greater pleasure than ever, but not just now; it
has been greater pain to you than I thought it would be, and for the
present we must not attempt any more.” I helped her to rise, but she
felt very faint, and I had great difficulty in getting her dressed. She
was shocked to see the bloody state of the towel. I told her to put my
handkerchief between her thighs, and partly up her slit, to prevent any
marks of blood staining her shift. I then laid her down on the sofa,
while I ran to get some water from the fountain in the garden. I took a
glass and the towel with me. I returned with the water, which greatly
refreshed Eliza. I begged her to lie still as long as she could stay.
However, when she attempted to walk, she found herself very much
incommoded with the smarting pain. I was terribly afraid lest this
would be observed when we got to the house, so I suggested she should
purposely fall down when in sight of anyone, and say she could not
move because she had hurt her knee by the fall.This stratagem succeeded admirably. We were seen approaching by Miss
Evelyn, my mother, and Mary. Dear Eliza acted her part admirably, was
seen to fall heavily, and screamed. They all rushed out, we lifted her
carefully on her legs, and supported her to the house, she complaining
of the pain in the knee and ankle. My mother insisted on her going to
bed at once, and having embrocations and hot towels applied. Eliza let
them do as they liked, and eventually was left to quiet repose, which
soon relieved the painful sensations she had undergone. Next day she
complained of great stiffness, and walked lame, but thought the hot
applications had prevented the swelling, so thus happily passed off all
observations of suspicion of the real circumstances of the case. It was
not until the third day after that I attempted to make an entrance. Of
course, I excited her first to the utmost by a long continued
gamahuching. She then let me, but with fear and trembling, introduce my
bursting member into the delicate folds of her cunt. As I was very
gentle in my movements, the pain was scarcely felt, and when once well
sheathed, and the first thrusts given slowly and luxuriously, the whole
lubricity of her nature was soon awakened, and by the time I was ready
to spend she was as ready to second me, and we died away in a mutual
flood of delighted extasy. She held me close, and would not let me
withdraw.“No, Charlie, it took some trouble to get it in, let it stop where it
is so deliciously engulphed,” and at once anticipating her natural
desires, she began the most exquisite pressures upon me, which very
shortly brought us both up to the point of demanding more active
measures. However, I rather restrained her, and told her we must retard
our movements to increase our pleasures, because mere quick repetitions
would only exhaust her, without yielding the true extasies of
enjoyment. I, therefore, taught her the pleasures of the slow
movements, and I worked her up to spending point, without giving way
myself. The dear little creature clung to me with the most close and
endearing embraces, as if she should force a complete amalgamation of
our two bodies, and died away in the sweetest bliss of contented
desire, with such a heavenly expression of extasy on her face as made
me devour it with kisses. I had great difficulty in restraining myself
from precipitately following her example; her delicious movements at
the moment of spending, and the close pressures on my prick, were so
exciting that resisting them was quite a triumph of control. I
succeeded, and lay quite quiet, embalmed in the delicious suction of
those exquisite folds of her charming little cunt, which exercised the
most delightful pressures as well as suction on my enraptured prick. I
left it entirely to her to lie as we were as long as she pleased, or to
again begin the dear delightful friction that should once more make us
dash on passion’s furious course, to end as usual in the ever delicious
extasies of the final crisis.This last bout had been a double one for my sister; she all but swooned
away with the rapture my spending in unison with her produced. She
declared it was a death of the most delicious extasy, which it was
perfectly impossible to describe. She clung to me, kissing me in the
most endearing manner, and telling me how happy I had at last made her
by completing the insertion of my prick in her cunt. It was worth the
suffering of twenty times as much agony to arrive at so exquisite a
result as every fuck I now gave her conferred upon her. We adjourned to
the flower garden, that we might be seen playing together, and not
excite suspicion by our constant disappearance, now that we were only
two together. Of course, Mary knew what we were at and probably guessed
that I had completed the initiation of Eliza. She smiled, and gave me a
significant pressure of the hand, when we met again in the schoolroom
to resume our lessons. For two days more I enjoyed Eliza all to myself;
at each new fuck she became more and more perfect in conferring as well
as receiving pleasure.On the third day, Miss Evelyn whispered, “tonight,” as she gave me a
stolen pressure of the hand. She came, and we indulged in every whim of
our fancy. I had further the delicious pleasure of gazing on all her
naked beauties, as it was daylight before we parted; I had gamahuched
her twice, and fucked her five times. She gave me credit for a long
fast, and allowed so much indulgence on that account, but told me I
must in future be more moderate, for her sake, if not for my own. She
allowed three nights to pass before again coming to me. I cannot say I
regretted it, because now that Eliza was initiated, as well as Mary, we
indulged in the most delightful orgies of fucking and gamahuching at
the same time. At first we used to fuck with one laid on her back to be
fucked, while the other backed on her knees over the face of the one
being fucked, and was gamahuched by her, while I introduced my finger
into the rosy orifice of the bottom before me. But we found the most
voluptuous way was for one to lie down on her back, and the other on
hands and knees over her. She thus brought her mouth over the cunt of
the one lying down, and presented her bottom to me, who knelt behind
her. The one below guided my prick into the cunt above her face; she
had thus all the satisfaction of seeing our action, while with one hand
she tickled my cods, and the other felt my bottom-hole, and inserted a
finger. Meanwhile, she was gamahuched and bottom-frigged at the same
time by the one I was fucking, and we used all three to die away in
agonies of enraptured delight, to recommence with a change of places
between the two girls. Sometimes I tried to introduce my prick into the
rosy little orifice of Mary’s backside, but, although the
finger-frigging gave her much additional pleasure while her cunt was
operated upon by my virile member, she as yet could not support the
insertion of my large prick. I had not even attempted little Lizzie,
but one day, when Miss Evelyn and Mary were again under menstruation,
and I had dear Lizzie all to myself, she was seized with such an
irresistible desire to ease herself, that she had only time to get
behind a bush and squat down. I remained waiting for her, when she
called to me, to ask if I had any paper. I advanced to give her some.
She was in a half-standing position, with her clothes held up to her
waist. While giving her the paper, my eyes accidentally fell upon what
she had voided. I was struck with its extraordinary thickness. I made
no observation at the time, but it raised an idea that preoccupied me
much. I had often thought over the pleasure that fucking Mrs. Benson’s
bum-hole had given me, hence I had tried to initiate both Miss Evelyn
and Mary in that delightful route of pleasure, but, as before stated,
had been unable to succeed with them from the great developement of my
weapon. Thinking that if they could not bear the insertion, there could
be no possibility of success with my younger and less developed sister,
I had never attempted with Lizzie more than the insertion of one
finger. It is true, with her it seemed to produce more excitement than
either upon Miss Evelyn or Mary. The sight of the extraordinary
dimensions of the matter she had voided now suggested the idea that if
her apparently very small and rosy-lipped bottom-hole could allow so
large a mass to come out, with gentle efforts my scarcely larger
machine might be inserted. I determined to try the initiation into that
route of delight the very next day. Remembering that dear Mrs. Benson
always made it a rule that she should be first well fucked and
gamahuched, and the prick well moistened, I began by exciting dear
Lizzie to the utmost. I first fucked her, and made her spend twice to
my once; then gamahuched her until she implored me to shove my prick
into her. I had managed to introduce my two forefingers at once into
her bottom, and had frigged her while sucking her cunt, without
apparently giving any pain; on the contrary, from her movements I
fancied she felt greater excitement. I took care to enlarge, as much as
possible, or rather to stretch her bottom-hole as open as I could with
two fingers. It was at the moment of her greatest excitement, when she
was pressing me to fuck her at once, that I said—“My dearest sister, there is still another mystery of sensual
voluptuousness that you have as yet not experienced or been initiated
into, and I am about to instruct you in it.”“Oh, what is it? dear Charlie; but do anything you like, and as quick
as possible.”“Well, then dear, it is this sweet little orifice in your bottom that I
am going to introduce my prick into. It may give you some little pain
the first time, but by gentleness of movement, and halting from time to
time when it hurts too much, we shall get him completely inserted, and
then it will be an immense pleasure to both of us.”“Dear, dear Charlie, do as you like, your darling prick can only give
me the greatest delight; I am dying to have him into me, I don’t care
where, as long as I get the dear creature into me. I suppose I must be
on my hands and knees.”Upon which she turned with great agility, and presented the two hard
and already promising globes of her charming backside. I lost no time
in first thrusting my prick up to the hilt in her cunt, to moisten it.
It made her shudder again with excess of lust, and she exercised such a
pressure upon it that I had some difficulty in withdrawing it. It was
so snug and nice therein that was a great temptation to run a course in
her cunt at once, but having the other object in view, and knowing that
I wanted all its stiffness to succeed, I did summon up courage enough
to withdraw; then applying the very plenteous saliva in my mouth that
gamahuching her had stimulated, I added it to the already moistened
prick, and applying some to her bum-hole, and introducing a well-wetted
finger, I put the knob of my formidable prick to the small and smiling
orifice that lay before me. The disproportion struck me as so great
that I dreaded success would be much too painful for her, but
remembering the dimensions of what had come out of it, I boldly
proceeded with the operation. I got in over the knob without making her
flinch, but, as I proceded to push gently forward, and had got in about
two inches, she cried—“Stop a little, Charlie, it feels so queer—I can’t bear it in further.”I stopped where I was, but slipping a hand under her, I applied my
finger to her clitoris, holding her bottom tight against me with the
other hand round her waist, so as not to lose ground. My agile finger
soon worked her passions up, and I felt her bottom give convulsive
twitches on my prick. I allowed her to become still more excited, and
then gently pushing forward found I was slowly, and almost
imperceptibly, gaining ground. My prick was then inserted almost
two-thirds of its length, when, thrusting rather too sharply, she again
cried out, and, but for the arm that held her fast round the waist,
would have unseated me.“Oh, Charlie, dear, do stop; it seems to choke me, and makes me feel so
queer, that I thought I was going to faint.”“I shall lie quite still, now dear Lizzie. It is quite in”—this was a
little bit of deception to calm her fears—“and when the pain of
insertion passes, which will be the case in a minute, we shall have
nothing but pleasure.”So I kept my prick just where he was, but redoubled my frigging her
clitoris, and very soon brought her up to spending point, resolved that
I would not attempt complete insertion until I felt she was in the
raptures of sensual discharge. This quickly came upon her, and it was
the delicious movement of her own buttocks that sheathed my prick to
the hilt without an effort on my part, and so far from giving her pain,
made her positively scream with the intense voluptuousness of her
sensation in spending. She could not speak for many minutes, but
continued the exquisite pressures of the sphincter muscle on my
enraptured prick. But for my determination not to give way, and rather
to wait for another bout that would completely initiate dear Lizzie in
all the luxury and abandon of this delicious mode, I must have at once
vigorously finished my own course. My restraint was well rewarded. The
first words my beloved sister uttered were those of almost delirious
joy at the extraordinary delight I had given her. Never, never, had any
fuck so enraptured her. She turned up her lovely face to me, and tears
of sensuality and voluptuousness filled her eyes.I had hardly begun my titillations on her still excited clitoris,
which, by the way, had lately considerably developed itself, when she
was as eager for another bout as I was. I held sufficient restraint on
myself to practice every salacious movement, that I might give Lizzie
such exquisite pleasure as should induce her on future occasions to
grant me the use of her charming bottom-hole whenever I should desire.
I worked her up to the utmost pitch of the most salacious excitement,
and at the moment when she spent, in an agony of shrieking extasy, I
poured a perfect flood of spunk right up into her entrails, and we both
sank forward, but without unseating me, quite overpowered by the
intensity of our delight. When we came to our senses I rose from off
her. On withdrawing my prick I found a few traces of blood, but of no
moment. I wiped my prick on a handkerchief, and also wiped between the
cheeks of dear Lizzie’s bottom, for fear any tell-tale marks should be
made on her linen. I then helped her up, and she threw her arms round
my neck, and sweetly kissing me, thanked me for a new lesson in love,
which had overwhelmed her with delight.Thus ended the first lesson that Lizzie ever received by that route of
pleasure, and I may incidentally state that she was peculiarly
constituted for giving and receiving the most exquisite pleasure in
that way. She afterwards developed into a magnificent woman, with one
of the naturally largest and finest backsides I almost ever met with;
and she came to love backward fucking to the utmost extent. In
after-days, when married, she told me that her husband was a muff, who
had no idea of enjoying a woman but in one way. She had often deceived
him, and slipped it into her bottom-hole without his ever having any
suspicion of the sort of pleasure he had given her.Three months passed with the rapidity of a dream, while we indulged in
these scenes of delicious lubricity and voluptuousness, without ever
attracting any observation within the house and, more curious, without
Miss Evelyn either discovering or suspecting anything between my
sisters and myself—thanks to my natural powers and the unfailing
resources of youth. Both she and my sisters thought they each gave me
as much as I could get through, and, therefore, neither ever imagined I
could seek carnal delights in other arms. So it was but now there
happened one or two events which had a considerable effect on the
after-tenour of our loves.A neighbour, a very nice good-looking man, about thirty-five years of
age, a gentleman farmer, very well off, had for some time past always
waited for us at the church door on Sundays, apparently for a chat with
mamma, Miss Evelyn, and us. He treated and evidently considered us as
mere children, nor did he appear to fix particular attention to anyone.One Monday my mother received a note from him, to beg she would grant
him a short interview on the following day, as he wished for her advice
on a subject of much interest to him. Mamma’s reply begged him to come
at eleven o’clock, when she would be happy to see him.He came, and was particularly neatly dressed. My mother had been very
agitated all the morning, and looked flushed and nervous as the hour
drew near; I really believe the old lady fancied it was for an idle
avowal to herself that he was coming. Be that however as it may, the
object of his visit turned out to be a proposal to Miss Evelyn, with an
offer of marriage. He was ready to make such settlements upon her as
could not but be satisfactory. He told my mother that before speaking
to Miss Evelyn, whom he had loved from her first appearance in the
parish, and whose quiet, modest character had daily made a deeper
impression, he thought it only his duty to first break the subject to
her, and to ask her permission for an interview with Miss Evelyn, and
next, if he was acceptable to her, for leave to visit at our house,
while courting his wished-for wife. He further stated that he had never
ventured to hint the state of his feelings to Miss Evelyn, and prayed
my mother to be the kind intermediary in opening the subject to her,
and to beg as a favour that she would grant him an interview to state
his case in person on the following day, so that he might learn his
fate from her own lips. My mother, although probably inwardly a little
disappointed, had the interest of Miss Evelyn too much at heart not to
take up the matter warmly, and urged, with all the volubility elderly
ladies can so well exercise, whenever the marriage of a younger friend
is in question, all the benefit that would accrue to her from so
advantageous a proposal. Miss Evelyn was really taken quite by
surprise, and stammered out some vague expressions of wishing for time
to consider.“Stuff and nonsense, my dear, remember your dependent position, and the
advantages this match holds out to you. You must not think or talk of
delay. He will be here tomorrow, and I hope his lover eloquence will
soon decide the question in his favour.”Poor Miss Evelyn burst into tears and said it was so sudden, and she
was so ill-prepared to take any decision. She would, however, think
over it very seriously and in the morning be better able to give an
answer. My mother seeing that she was much agitated by what she had
told her, very kindly said—“Give the children a holiday this afternoon, and I advise you to keep
your own room, and write to your widowed mother, to tell her of the
offer, and to ask her advice how you should act.”We thus had many hours to ourselves; I had heard all that had passed,
and felt a sad pressure at my heart, when I began to realise the fact
that the proposal of Mr. Vincent would, if accepted, lead to our
separation, and deprive me of my loved Miss Evelyn. The idea made me
very sad, and I showed no alacrity in taking advantage of our extra
hours of recreation with my sisters, until Mary began to rally me about
my melancholy, and asked what I meant by it. I at once said—“Don’t you see, if Miss Evelyn marries Mr. Vincent we shall get another
governess, and can we ever expect to get one who is so kind and
excellent a teacher, and who troubles us so little at our games.”“Ah! that is very true, and we should be horribly annoyed if we were
watched and interrupted. However, more reason that we should make the
most of the present moment, so come along, Charlie, and let us have
some real good fucking. We have plenty of time, mamma is not very well.
No one will come near us, and there is nothing to hinder our having a
jolly time of it, all three stark naked together, so come along.”Her words had already changed the current of my ideas; before she
ceased speaking my prick responded, which her quick eye immediately
observed, and patting it with her hand, she said—“Ah! my dear little dummy, I am glad to see you are of my opinion, so
come along.”Away we went, and a most glorious afternoon of orgies we spent.Miss Evelyn came to me at night and threw herself into my arms, in an
agony of sobs and tears, and pressing me to her throbbing bosom, she
sobbed out—“Oh! my dear Charlie, I love you so dearly, you have become as
necessary to me as life itself. I cannot bear the thought of parting
from you, my loved one. You, whom I have initiated into all the
delights of mutual love. Oh! the thought of parting is bitter, and
breaks my heart. Oh! love me, my own darling boy, and press me to your
heart.”I did more, for, as I have before stated, a woman’s tears have a never
failing effect on the erective nerves of my machine. It was but the
commencement of a night of most luxurious enjoyment. Miss Evelyn put no
restraint either on herself or me, but indulged in every act of
lubricity and voluptuousness were drawing to a close. In fact, when
eventually she left me in the morning, and I thought over all she had
said, it became evident to me that she had already made up her mind to
accept the very advantageous offer made to her. The instinctive
intelligence of woman had at once shown to her that such an opportunity
was not to be lost for the sake of a mere boy, whom circumstances must
naturally soon remove far away from her. At the same time, doubtless,
the idea that I was all her own making, for she never had any suspicion
of my previous initiation, held a charm over her, to say nothing of the
powerful weapon she had so unexpectedly found by her side, and which
had so great an influence over her passions. We spent a most luxurious
night, and hardly closed our eyes, notwithstanding my afternoon’s
debauch; such is the power and resources of nature, in a
well-constituted youth of fifteen and upwards, that Miss Evelyn had
rather to force our embraces, than to stimulate by any artificial
excitement my ever ready prick. I won from her a promise to come next
night, and let me know what fate was in store for us.Next day Mr. Vincent was true to his appointment. Mamma received him
with Miss Evelyn by her side, and after the usual compliments, rose and
apologised for leaving them, as she had household duties to attend to.
Miss Evelyn informed me afterwards that Mr. Vincent, on my mother
leaving the room, rose from his seat, and approaching her, said, in the
most frank gentlemanly manner—“You are aware, my dear Miss Evelyn, of the object of my visit, and I
augur from your kind condescension in giving me this interview that my
suit is not disagreeable to you.”Then taking her passive hand, and pressing it to his heart, he
continued—“I have loved you, Miss Evelyn, from the first moment of my seeing you.
I feel that my future happiness hangs on your lips, for without your
love, my life would now be a blank. I am here today to offer you my
hand and fortune. If I have not yet your heart, I seek to be allowed to
cultivate your society, that I may try to win it.”Then seeing that she was greatly agitated, he begged her to be seated
(for she had risen when he approached and took her hand), he led her to
a sofa, and seated himself by her side. He pressed for an answer. She
said—“You must be fully aware, Mr. Vincent, that your generous offer has
taken me greatly by surprise. I feel most grateful to you for it, but
must implore you to allow me to pause, until at least I have heard from
my mother, to whom I will communicate the noble offer you have made to
me, a poor governess, who cannot but feel grateful to you for
condescending to think of her in such a way.”“Ah! say not so, my dear Miss Evelyn, and believe me, it is no sudden
impulse that has driven me to your feet, but ardent love, and real
admiration of your great beauty and admirable conduct ever since you
entered this family.”The dear creature smiled through her tears upon me when she recounted
those terms of affection that Mr. Vincent poured out to her.To be brief—before they parted he won from her that his frequent
meetings at church, and elsewhere, had gained him something more than
esteem, but hopeless of ever becoming his wife, she had done her utmost
to suppress warmer feelings. Oh! woman, thy name is deception! So she
sent him away the happiest man in existence. He rode over every day
afterwards, and was with Miss Evelyn from four to five; indeed, he was
often the cause of our having half an hour’s longer recreation. He also
frequently dined with us. Miss Evelyn’s mother naturally jumped at the
offer, and most delightedly gave her consent.When Mr. Vincent heard of this, he became very urgent in claiming an
early day for making him the happiest of men. Miss Evelyn wanted a
delay of six weeks, but this raised such an outcry on his part,
seconded by my mother, that at last she was driven from six weeks to a
month, and then to a fortnight from that date; so all became extremely
busy in getting ready marriage dresses, &c. The marriage was to take
place from our house, and my mother insisted that she should provide
the marriage breakfast. Mrs. Evelyn was invited to our house for a week
at the time of the marriage, to keep my mother company. My two sisters
and a young sister of Mr. Vincent’s were to be the bridesmaids, and a
young man, courting Miss Vincent, to be bridegroom’s man. So all was
thus arranged, and eventually came off most happily. When Mrs. Evelyn
arrived she occupied the spare room, where charming Mrs. Benson had so
deliciously initiated me in all the pleasures of sensuality and passion.To return to the day when Mr. Vincent had his first interview, and
declared his love and admiration, and ended with the offer of marriage.
Before going away, he rang for mamma, thanked her for all her kindness
to him, informed her how happy Miss Evelyn had made him in granting
permission to prosecute his suit for her hand, &c. Then begging the
favour of a chaste kiss, he left all radiant with hope.The interview had naturally been very trying for Miss Evelyn, and she
was so evidently nervously agitated that my mother begged her to go to
her room, and lie down to repose herself, as after so much agitation
she must be quite unfit for any schoolwork, and that she herself would
hear our lessons that morning and give us an afternoon’s holiday in
honour of the happy event that had occurred.We thus, my sisters and I, were thrown again into another prolonged
opportunity of fully enjoying ourselves, but, notwithstanding the
wonderfully regenerative power that nature had gifted me with, I felt
that if I wanted to enjoy again my dear Miss Evelyn, who had promised
to be with me that night. I must not only restrain myself from such
excess as we had indulged in the previous day, but also manage to get
some sleep, of which I had scarcely tasted the night before, so I
contented myself with first gamahuching and then fucking each sister;
afterwards again gamahuching them, and making them each spend five
times, so as to satisfy them without exhausting myself, and then
finishing off with a delicious fuck in Lizzie’s bottom-hole, while each
gamahuched the other. This quite satisfied them, and they allowed me to
steal up to my room to sleep, Mary promising to call me in time for
tea. I slept the sleep of the just for some three hours, and came to
tea perfectly ready for anything that could happen that night. It was
well it was so, for now that there could not be any long lapse of time
before we must part, Miss Evelyn became a very glutton for pleasure,
and every art and position was made use of to stimulate and lengthen
out our joys. She came every night, even up to the very night before
the marriage, although in the last three nights before the event came
off, her mother, Mrs. Evelyn, slept in the spare bedroom with which my
room communicated. Nevertheless, we met and carried on our amorous
sports with bated breath and suppressed sighs.We had of late often tried in our moments of greatest excitement to
introduce my prick into her delicious tight little bottom-hole. Once,
by a sudden manoeuvre, I managed to get in at the moment she was
spending, and actually made an entrance as far as about two inches
beyond the nut, and I think I should have fully succeeded at that time
if my own excitement had not made me spend too soon. This oiled the
way, and my prick, having already fucked several times, becoming too
limp, the squeeze of her bottom actually forced him out, as if she were
voiding herself naturally. I fancied that, at the moment, but for my
too excited passion, she would have rather I had completely initiated
her. However, the night preceding her marriage, I at last succeeded. We
had fucked in every varied way. She was on her knees, with her head on
the pillow, and I on my knees, behind her; this was a favourite way of
hers, as she declared I got further in, nay, seemed to touch her heart
and fill her whole body; besides the frigging her clitoris and the
action of my finger in her bottom-hole added greatly to the raptures
this position gave her. She had been already well fucked, and we had
mutually gamahuched each other, so her whole system was in a most
excited and well-moistened state. Taking care to put two fingers at
once into her bottom-hole, I worked them so as to stretch it as much as
possible, while exciting her with my prick in her cunt, and a finger on
her clitoris. Just as she was going into the raptures of spending I
dropped from my mouth a quantity of saliva onto her bottom-hole, and as
she was pushing her buttocks back to me I suddenly withdrew my prick,
and with one vigorous thrust housed him half his length in her
delicious bum-hole. She almost cried out aloud at the suddenness of the
attack, and would have flinched away but for the grasp of both my hands
upon her hips; a more vigorous shove sent me up to the hilt against her
beautiful buttocks. She whispered—“For heaven’s sake, dear Charles, do stop a moment, I can’t bear it,
and must cry out if you do not be quiet for a time at least.”As I was safely fixed, it exactly suited me to remain still, for had I
gone on, a push or two would have made me spend. Now fairly engulphed,
I wished not only to fully enjoy it myself but, if possible, make her
enjoy it too. So remaining quite still, as far as regarded my prick, I
stole one hand down to her clitoris, and began to excite that; the
other I ran up to her bubbies, and played with the nipples, a thing
which I had found out excited her almost as much as playing with her
clitoris. Her passions were soon reawakened, and the involuntary
twistings of her loins and pressures of her sphincter convinced me that
in a very short time I should work her up to the utmost; and so it was,
and immensely she enjoyed both her own spend and mine when she felt my
hot spunk shooting up into her very entrails. We sunk gently on our
sides after this bout, but without unsheathing me; and here embracing,
kissing and tonguing each other when she turned her head, and sometimes
sucking the nearest nipple to me, we soon once more were in a state to
renew our delicious combat; and a second course was run in the
delightful callipygian recesses of Venus’s second temple of lubricity.
This was our last bout, for, alas, it was getting the hour when the
house would be all astir. My lovely mistress embraced me most tenderly,
and acknowledged that I had at last taught her a new pleasure. She wept
as she tore herself from my arms, and I wept too when she left me, as I
thought I had now lost her for ever as a mistress, and what a charming
one she had been to me!Morning came, and with it bridesmaids, bridegroom, and man. To church
we all went, my sisters perfectly enchanted with the idea of being
bridesmaids, and beautifully arrayed in new dresses. They were also
still more delighted with some handsome jewelry presented by Mr.
Vincent. In their eyes he became the handsomest and finest man they had
ever seen. The breakfast went off as usual, and when the bride, who had
changed her bridal dress for a neat travelling one, came down, pretty
near all were in tears on taking leave of her. She pressed me tenderly
to her bosom, and whispered—“Courage, Charlie, dear.”It was almost too much for me, but I managed to restrain any extreme
demonstration of my grief. The carriage door was shut, and off they
rattled to spend the honeymoon at Leamington. The friends assembled
remained until the evening, and after the sensations of the day, and
the fatigues of the previous night, I was glad to get to bed. I cried
myself to sleep, thinking that another at that moment was revelling in
all the delights of amorous enjoyment of those charms that had been so
long in my sole possession.Thus ended one of the most delightful episodes of my life, and although
I, at some rare intervals, from time to time found an opportunity of
enjoying my loved mistress, they were flying fucks, very delicious, but
very unsatisfactory.This was the first great incident that had an effect of changing the
tenour of our existence for some time, but I will reserve the details
of our after-adventures for a second part of these reminiscences of
Early Experiences.END OF VOL. I.