“I shall try and arrange some means for our meeting unobserved tomorrow.
Meanwhile, you must sit as if you had been severely punished, and I
shall assert that you had done everything to resist my authority, for
which I had punished you further by not allowing you to leave the
schoolroom.”
I said not a word to Miss F. about the ease of meeting by merely opening
the door of communication between our rooms. I was afraid to make her
suspicious of a former use of it. But I determined, when she came to
bed, to rap at the door and beg her to open it, and I had no doubt she
would be as delighted as myself to find with what facility she could
indulge to the utmost every libidinous passion which her lascivious
nature could suggest. My sisters returned, and appeared disappointed
that I had not been able to join them, as they had anticipated a
glorious fuck or two each, after the whipping had excited me as it did
them. They told me afterwards they had been obliged to content
themselves with a double mutual gamahuche, but it did not make up for my
absence.
While they were all engaged after tea, I slipped up to Miss Frankland’s
room to see that the key was in the lock of the door between our two
rooms. I opened it, oiled the hinges, and locked it again from her side.
I also, with a view to sometimes slipping up to my sisters’ room, oiled
my own and their doors, hinges, and locks, as now that the ice was
broken with Miss Frankland, it would be necessary to be doubly careful
not to excite suspicion of my visits to my sisters. Having finished
everything to my satisfaction, I joined them in the drawing room, and
while my sisters were playing duets on the piano to mamma, I challenged
Miss Frankland to a game of chess. She, of course, was a far superior
player to me, but our legs meeting under the chess table, her little
charming foot sought mine, rested on it, and pressed it from time to
time. This distraction of her ideas enabled me to win two games
successively. My mother sent the girls to bed, and told me to follow
their example, but as I did not wish to lie long waiting for Miss
Frankland’s appearance in her bedroom, I pleaded for relaxation in the
hour of retiring, to enable Miss Frankland to regain her chance of
beating me, at the same time pressing her foot as a sign to her to
second my request. She took the hint, though she had no idea of the
object. Mamma came near us to look over our game. This induced Miss
Frankland to play with more caution and thought, and she won three games
in succession, making her the final winner. Mamma now said I must go to
bed, as it was very late for me. She still treated me as a child. I,
however, had gained my object in obtaining nearly two hours’ delay in
going to bed, so that I had not long to wait before I heard Miss
Frankland enter her room. I determined to let her finish her toilet
before I called her attention to me. I watched through my peephole, and
could now calmly and leisurely see all the beauties of her
well-developed form, and the rich wealth of hair she possessed. She went
through all her ablutions as usual. I observed she also used a syringe
to thoroughly purify the inside of her glorious cunt. When she had dried
herself, and was about to pull on her chemise, I rapped on the door of
communication, and in a loud whisper called her attention to me.
“Are you there, Charlie?”
“Yes, pray unlock the door and open it, that I may come to you.”
She actually had not yet discovered that the door, locked and bolted on
her side, communicated with my bedroom, but her delight at the discovery
was greater than her surprise. I flew into her arms, and was hugged to
her bosom, and covered with kisses. But as my prick was in a bursting
state of erection, I drew her to the bed, upon which we both threw
ourselves, she on her back, and I above, and in an instant I was
engulphed up to the cods in her glorious and glowing cunt, and we ran an
eager course of rapturous thrustings, until nature could stand no more,
and we sank in all the delights of a most delicious mutual spend. I lay
soaking in bliss for some time, and after fondling each other, Miss
Frankland said—,
“Get up, dear Charlie, and let us get into bed.”
For we had been in too great haste to do otherwise than tumble on the
top to it. My charming bedfellow also rose for a necessary purpose,
which I had interrupted when I knocked at the door. She sat down on the
_pot de chambre_, and a mighty rush of water followed. I cried—
“Oh, do let me see you piddle from your beautiful fanny.”
I still kept up my character of innocence, and used none but infantine
words in reference to our organs of generation.
She laughed, but pulled up her shift, and raised her thighs above the
pot, so advancing the light, I had the delicious sight of her
wide-stretched cunt, pouring out a stream of piddle with great force.
Her position brought out all the beauties of the vast wide-spread mass
of black curly hair that thickly covered all the lower part of her
magnificent quim, ran down each thigh, up between her buttocks, and
opening out on her back, had two bunches just below the two beautiful
dimples that were so charmingly developed below her waist. There was as
much hair there as most women have on their mons Veneris. Her whole body
had fine straight silky hair on it, very thick on the shoulders, arms
and legs, with a beautiful creamy skin showing below. She was the
hairiest woman I ever saw, which, doubtless, arose from or was the cause
of her extraordinary lustful and luxurious temperament. The sight I was
indulging in brought out my pego in full bloom; as we both rose she saw
it sticking out under my shirt.
“Off with all that, and let me gaze on your charming young perfections.”
I did as she desired, begged her to do the same, and there she stood, in
all the glory of her superb form. We encircled each other’s naked
bodies, and then turned each other round to gaze on all the exciting
charms displayed to each other.
“Come, my darling boy, and let me kiss and fondle you all over.”
She laid me on my back, reversed herself above me, and taking my prick
in her mouth, after first feeling it most gently, and praising its large
proportions, again declaring it was the finest she had ever seen, she
began to gamahuche me with a skill such as I had never before
experienced, and gave me the most exquisite and most luxurious delight.
For my part, seeing her wonderful clitoris, stiff standing out of the
bright red lips of her luscious cunt, I took it bodily into my mouth,
sucked it, and rolled my tongue about it, to the evident delight of my
salacious companion. Her buttocks rose and fell, and the lips of her
cunt immediately before my eyes opened, or closely pressed the lips
together, showing the delicious nature of her enjoyment. I felt her put
her hand to my bottom and insert her finger, and begin frigging me
there. I let her see how it pleased me. She stopped a moment, to beg me
to do the same to her, anticipating my earnest desire to do so. I lost
no time in following her example. The parts adjacent were well
lubricated by our previous indulgence, and first inserting two fingers
into her deliciously juicy cunt to moisten them, I slipped one of them
into her charming bottom-hole, and finding great ease of space, slipped
the second in as well. My other hand and arm embraced and caressed her
magnificent backside, which rose and fell on my face with unwearied
speed, as my finger frigged her bottom-hole in unison with her
movements, and my mouth more closely sucked her stiffly excited
clitoris.
Her whole body became convulsed with erotic movements, showing what
force of lubricity our mutual embracings were most rapturously exciting.
I, too, grew wild with desire, and was equally energetic in my
movements, and would have thrust my prick down her throat but for her
hand, which grasped the lower part of the shaft. The rapturous crisis
came at last and laid us prostrate with soul-killing ecstasies. We each
retained the dear object of our mutual caresses within our lips and our
fingers remained within the delightful recesses that had so much
contributed to the excessive raptures we had enjoyed. We lay for some
time in this sweet languid enjoyment. Miss Frankland then rose from off
me, saying—
“My darling boy, we must now get into bed.” We did so, quite naked as we
were, closely embracing, and covering each other with kisses and
caresses, murmuring soft terms of endearment, and in whispered accents
told of the ecstatic joys each had given the other. Our hands wandered
over every charm. Miss Frankland had an art of gently passing her
fingers over my prick that had the instant effect of raising him into
the fullest vigour. It was the most exquisite method of feeling my cock
I ever experienced. She seemed scarcely to touch it, but drew her
fingers along its length, from foot to head, with a delicacy of touch I
have never found equalled by any other woman. The effect was magical,
and invariable, no matter how many times I might have fucked her before.
With her hot temperament, and excessive lubricity, it was almost a
necessary art. She was one of those libidinous natures that could well
employ several men at once. At my happy age, she found ready to her hand
one who could respond to her every desire in every way, so happily does
nature second youth and health that she never found me wanting, when
called on. There was no excess of lubricity we did not afterwards
practise. We satisfied our passions in every way in which they could be
indulged, nor did we hesitate at anything which imagination could fancy
would stimulate them. She was surprised at my aptitude, and rejoiced and
congratulated herself on having found so powerful and charming a
satisfier of her libidinous nature. How delighted she was to think she
was the first to cull the sweets of my innocence, and how happy to find
so apt a scholar, who in one sweet lesson became a master of the art.
The more I gained experience of the charming sex, the more I appreciated
the wisdom of the counsels of my really first and ever loved mistress,
dear, charming, lovely Mrs. Benson. How truly she had foretold that all
who might hereafter think that they were giving me the first lesson in
love would doubly, trebly, a hundred fold enjoy the sweet intercourse
from such self-deception. Here was my fiery Miss Frankland, who had had
considerable experience in the amatory world, pluming herself upon
instructing an innocent youth in all the mysteries of the passions for
the first time. It evidently added immensely to her excitement. Indeed,
in our after-conversation, she avowed that as it was the first time she
had ever taken the maidenhead of a youth, so it had been the greatest
degree of excitement she had ever experienced. I might fancy her delight
at finding combined with such a satisfaction a wonderfully well hung
youth, and who proved so apt, and so equal to every luxurious whim that
the most erotic lust could suggest. But I digress. At present, her magic
touch had brought me up to bursting point, she threw a leg over me, and
raising her body, said she would help herself this time. Guiding my
prick to the wanton lips that were longing for him, she sank slowly down
on the stiff pole on which she was so delightedly impaling herself,
until our hairs were crushed beneath her weight, and nothing more could
be engulphed. She again rose, until the edge of the nut showed itself at
the mouth of her cunt, and then as slowly sheathed it again. She
continued this exquisite movement for some time, to our delicious mutual
enjoyment, then falling down on my belly, and telling me to pass my arm
round her bottom and finger her as before, she glued herself to my lips,
our tongues interlaced, and shot in and out of our luxurious mouths; our
movement grew fast and furious, until we again sank in all the luxury of
the last grand crisis. It was the very act of voluptuous rapture, and we
lay lost to every sense but that of erotic ecstasy and satisfied lust.
When we recovered our senses, she lay down by my side, cuddling me most
closely, and toying and prattling, until she thought we had paused long
enough. She slid her hand down to my prick, and very quickly, by her
delicious and delicate handling of it, renewed its full vigour. Throwing
her right leg over me, while lying on her back, she heaved up her body
into a position half turned to my belly, I lying on my side; she then
bid me embrace her other thigh between mine, then guiding cockey to the
entrance, she gave a push backwards, to meet my forward thrust, when it
was instantly sheathed to the hilt.
“Now, my darling boy, in this way we can lengthen out our pleasures as
long as we please; you can make me spend oftener than yourself, which
will satisfy my very lustful nature, and not over exhaust your young
powers.”
Giving one or two delicious side wriggles to her bottom, and nestling
her backside close to my belly, she told me to pass my left arm under
her waist that I might embrace her left bubby and finger its nipple,
a proceeding which she told me was as exciting as playing with her
clitoris—then turning her head, our tongues interlaced; she put my
right hand down to her stiff-projecting clitoris, which I continued
to frig just as I might have done to a boy’s cock. Keeping up a slow
in and out movement with my prick, excited by so many points of
lascivious friction, she spent most copiously before I was prepared to
join her. Her head sank back in the ecstasy of her discharge, drawing
away from me, and leaving my mouth free. I instantly dropped it upon
her other firm and elastic bubby, at which I sucked away, pushing my
prick as far as possible into her cunt, and leaving it there, without
movement, to enjoy the rapture-giving pressures of her delicious cunt,
slowly passing my hand up and down her still sufficiently indurated
clitoris. She lay for some time in the luxurious enjoyment of the
position, then once more sucking my lips, she thanked me over and
over again for the pleasure I had given her, heightened as it was by
knowing that it had not exhausted me. I began to move slowly in and
out, keeping up my movements at the other points of excitement. She
was ready on the instant to second me, and as she meant this time that
we should spend together she left nothing to desire. Her movements
were of the most exciting and stimulating description, and we were not
long before the ecstatic moment arrived, and we sank in the lap of
luxury, pouring forth streams of ecstatic bliss. We lay close locked
in the most delicious embrace, only conscious of unutterable joy. It
was some time before we could venture to break this exquisite trance
of enjoyment. It was followed by the sweetest toyings and prattlings,
until again my delighted prick, stimulated by the internal pressures
of the luxurious sheath in which it had remained engulphed, again
awoke her scarce-slumbering passions to dash on pleasure’s heavenly
course. Again she spent before me with, if anything, increased rapture,
and, after a pause, renewing her lascivious movements in response to
my own, we sank in a perfect death-like swoon of thoroughly satiated
lust, and gradually and imperceptibly fell into the deepest slumber for
many hours, locked as we were in each other’s arms. Her wonderfully
retentive power of cunt held my happy prick a willing prisoner through
our long sleep. I awoke first, to find it standing stiff within the
charmed circle which even in her sleep was deliciously grasping it
with its nervous folds. I passed my hand down to her clitoris, and
began fucking her. She heaved her bottom up and down, and murmured some
incoherent words, being evidently still under the influence of sleep,
and probably dreaming of some former events, for in her half expressed
murmurings, I could make out something—
“Henry—my only—ever loved one—meet again—oh! how ineffable—how
exquisitely delicious. Do push it in—more faster—beloved of my soul.”
She clasped me with a hug, as if she would make but one body of us both,
and spent with a scream of agonized delight, pouring down and spurting
out a perfect torrent of boiling spunk all over my cods and thighs.
“Dearest, beloved Henry, it is too much,” she uttered, and fainted away.
I lay quite still, and determined not to speak until she should come to
herself. It was evident her dreams had brought back some former loved
and happy man and no doubt the fact of my being in possession, in full
fuck, had made her believe in the reality of her sleeping thoughts. She
was quite a quarter of an hour before recovering her senses; daylight
had broken, and she looked round in a sort of alarm, and exclaimed—
“Where am I?”