“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.”
Thus 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.
Thus 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.
The 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.
I 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: