“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.”
She 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.”