“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.
“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.
We 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.
It 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?”
“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.”