"I presume, dear George, that you will keep our affair a secret. Your mother is far from suspecting anything; she thinks of you always as a child. I shall figure a way so that you can sleep in the little room next to my bedroom. When everybody has retired to sleep, you will unlock the door on your side and I shall unlock it on mine, and you will come in my bed, where I shall teach you how to...."
Thus did Mrs. Barnett invite me to become her pupil.
INTRODUCTION
By Dale Gordon, Ph.D.
No More Child's Play comes to us from the erotic classics of the last century in England. The work originally appeared under the title of "Romance of Lust," and is generally attributed to the well-known English literary figure, William S. Potter. The James Maxwell pseudonym appears on several works attributed to Potter, and was used primarily by a French publisher near the turn of the century.
Written somewhere between 1873 and 1876, No More Child's Play immediately ran afoul of the censors and became a banned book-sold only in the underground. Branded as "wicked and obscene," No More Child's Play quickly became an erotic classic passed from hand to hand by connoisseurs of literature. And there is little doubt that the censors actually made the work more important than it was by branding it "immoral."
Let's take a moment out to consider the cancer of censorship which spread through society from the first moment one man had an idea that was different and somehow objectionable to another man. This cancer is only now being arrested by our advances in education and understanding of human behavior, but throughout civilization censorship has been used as a carefully designed plot to control the mind of man.
Although censorship almost always wears the cloak of sexual morality, its motivation is more often than not political or economic in origin. Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift was denounced and banned in Ireland for being a "wicked and obscene" book. This was in 1726, and apparently the action was taken because the book was a satire on. the courts and politics of the times. Even the most pure-minded soul would have some difficulty in claiming that Gulliver's Travels was sexually oriented.
Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn was branded "Trash-suitable only for the slums" when it was banned by the Concord, New Hampshire, Public Library in 1885. Twain's Adventures of Tom Sawyer met a similar fate in other cities in the late 1800s. Although a censor's mind defies analysis, the thought here must have been that Mark Twain portrayed an area of society which was to be kept hidden from view, an area where poverty and happiness lived in peaceful coexistence.
Banning books was almost as much fun, and certainly as intelligent, as witch burning. It was the favorite sport, and an absolute necessity, for dictators and would-be emperors. At times the wild antics of the psychotic censors were humorous, especially when viewed in retrospect. In 1931, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Charles L. Dodgson (Lewis Carroll), was banned in China because "Animals should not use the human language ... It is disastrous to put animals and humans on the same level." This was obviously aimed at preserving the religious concepts prevalent in that society, but we can be thankful that men like Walt Disney didn't take this proscription to heart and become discouraged at that point!
Publishing Leaves of Grass cost Walt Whitman his job in the United States Department of the Interior, and the book was banned in Boston in 1881. Of course Boston and Philadelphia long vied with each other to see which would be the most backward city in the literary sense in the United States. The Boston censors' sharp scissors soon became a valuable tool in the hands of many a sales-minded publisher. To be banned in Boston almost guaranteed commercial success for a book. Theodore Dreiser's An American Tragedy was condemned by the Superior Court in Boston in 1930 and the publisher was fined $30,000, a sum he quickly regained through increased sales of the book.
From that point on, publishers went to some length to be able to affix the "Banned in Boston" label to their books.
Even John Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath ran into problems with censorship. The book was banned in Missouri, Oklahoma and California in 1939. California, in particular, was quite incensed about the picture Steinbeck painted of its migrant workers.
While all of these condemnations were made on a high-sounding moral plane, the social and economic factors are clearly present. Political implications in censorship are best evidenced by the famous Nazi bonfire of books in 1933. This was the beginning of an era of absolute thought-control within the German borders, and literally thousands of classic books were burned and banned, among them Jack London's Call of the Wild and Erich Maria Remarque's classic All Quiet on the Western Front. An ever alert Boston, incidentally, beat the Nazis to 'All Quiet on the Western Front' by banning the work in 1929 on the grounds that it was obscene. And one of our contemporary classics, Ernest Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms, was also included in the Nazi bonfire, but somehow eluded the Boston censors.
Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Shakespeare's King Lear, Brave New World, Milton's Areopagitica, Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Dante's Divine Comedy, and Madame Bovary are just a few of the classics that have been put to the torch by various censors the world over. At the writing of this introduction it is still illegal to send James Jones' From Here to Eternity or Joyce's immortal Ulysses through the United States mails!
The works cited here were for the most part devoid of any eroticism. They serve to illustrate how, once let loose, the cancer of censorship spreads to every level of the literary world. The pattern is thought-control, each book banned because it expressed an idea which, right or wrong, conflicted with something sacred to someone. Incidentally, these books often presented a new idea which was dangerous to a controlled society.
The banning of erotic books follows much the same principle, any descriptions of sexual behavior being considered dangerous to our heavily regulated social ethic. Until only very recently the hue and cry was that portrayals of sexual behavior in any form contributed to increased sex crime. Modern studies, however, have discovered that erotic material often has an inverse effect, providing an outlet for pent-up sexual frustrations and thereby decreasing the number of sex crimes in society. Many renowned authorities have expressed the opinion that open dissemination of erotic material promotes better understanding of human nature, decreases the demand for the material and helps diminish the number of sexually oriented crimes in society. Denmark's experiment in the past few years certainly stands as a case in point. When erotic material became openly and legally available on the market, the demand and sales dropped 75 per cent in Denmark. And one public official stated that sex crimes were down an estimated 10 per cent!
It is in this healthy climate that No More Child's Play is now available in the United States. Here the author tells us the story of adolescent sex play which blossoms through incest to sexual maturity. We find a young man treated as a child in a house filled with females. We see him battle strong homosexual tendencies, a natural enough situation considering his circumstances, and fall into a pattern of sexual slavery to older females. George is basically a passive personality seduced in every instance by his "teachers." His only venture into the active role is with his younger sister, Lillian. This, however, is more of a dalliance than a affair.
Portrayed through the protagonist, George, is the classic illustration of sexual inversion and a young man's struggle for a normal sex life. His almost overpowering desire for cunnilingus with females is evidence of his castration anxiety, an almost inevitable emotional condition in a young male brought up without a dominant male personality in the home. His only means of identification is with the women around him, and noticing immediately their lack of a penis, he develops anxiety lest he should lose the one member that sets him apart.
The author gives us an interesting view of the emotional conflict which can result from an incestuous contact. Both George and Lillian desire the sexual experience and both enjoy the contact. Yet we see George begin to doubt his role in the house immediately after the incident in the summer house. He becomes nervous and begins to drift from incident to incident without the course and drive he previously evidenced. Soon he relies entirely on his relationship with Mrs. Barnett for his meaning in life.
We also see an interesting portrayal of the strict English governess in the character of Jenny. The whippings, floggings and various forms of physical punishment often attributed to English governesses were long thought to have been sexual in origin. In No More Child's Play the author supports this theory through the exploits of Jenny with the children in her charge.
The fine handling of adolescent sex, along with the study of abnormal sexual behavior and the interplay between families in the late nineteenth century, give this book a good deal of social significance. We see an area of life seldom portrayed in popular novels of the era, and one which gives us valuable insight into the problems of youth.
Dale Gordon, Ph.D.
NO MORE CHILD'S PLAY
We were three children-Lilian, Dorothy and I. I was nearly fifteen years old, Lilian was one year younger and Dorothy around thirteen. Mother treated us like children and took no notice of my being no longer a child.
Though I was not tall for my age neither did I have an apparent male countenance; nonetheless my senses were aroused, and the distinctive implement of my sex, though usually idle, had a good enough size and could swell nicely if spurred by a feminine influence.
But I had not, so far, any idea of the use of the male and female sexual organs. My sisters and I slept in the same room, Lilian and Dorothy in the same bed, and I in my own bed. Many times, when we were alone, did we occupy ourselves by looking at the differences that we had noticed in our organs.
We had found out that our mutual strokings gave us a particular feeling of pleasure, and my older sister had just discovered that, by covering and uncovering my little doll, as she used to call it, it made it swell immediately and harden like a piece of wood. As for myself, I was giving her very pleasurable sensations by a mere contact with her small rose slit, but should I try to put only a finger into it, she would suffer so much that I had to stop. To sum it up, we had progressed so little in our mutual fondling that the faintest notion of what could be done with them had not yet reached us.
I began to notice that a light curled moss had started growing around my prick, and, to our utmost wonder, Lilian began to show similar symptoms; as for Dorothy, she was yet as hairless as my hand. The two of them, however were wonderfully shaped, with very round little mounts Of Venus.
Being then totally innocent, we had not any restraint in looking at each other stark naked, and even, when we were playing in the garden and one of us happened to need a pee, we squatted together and vied playfully in our endeavors to piss quicker than the others. In spite of those passionate symptoms when I was stirred up, in a normal state I did not seem more than ten or twelve years old.
My father had left us only a moderate wealth, and mother, in order to save some money, had decided to teach me along with my sisters instead of sending me to college; but she was not strong enough and began to feel so poorly that she inserted an ad in the Times in view of hiring a private governess.
She received a great number of applications, and selected among them a young girl, Jenny, who came to our house about ten days later, to become one of the family.
We could only catch a glimpse of her, on the night of her arrival, but the next day, after lunch, my mother came with her to our study room and she told us, "Now, my dears, I am entrusting you to Miss Jenny's care; you will obey her in every thing, she will teach you, since I am no longer strong enough to do it." Then she added, for our new governess' benefit, "I am afraid you will find they are somehow spoiled and unruly, but you can see the wooden horse over there, and I shall give you a very sharp rod when you ask for it. Should you spare them when they deserve flogging then you would greatly displease me."
While mother was talking, I kept looking at Miss Jenny's eyes, sparkling with excitement, and I felt quite convinced that whatever sternness mother may have shown when we deserved being flogged, Miss Jenny would flog us in a much sterner fashion.
Yet she was a paragon of gentleness, very pretty and wonderfully shaped, no more than twenty-two years old and always dressed with the best taste and the utmost neatness; she was really a very alluring creature and thus made a strong impression on my senses, in spite of a cold and dignified bearing which forced me to respect her, though unwillingly.
Of course in the beginning everything went smoothly, and Miss Jenny, noticing that mother treated me and my sisters alike, regarded me wholly as a child.
Our governess' bed had been placed in the room we were already occupying; I fancied this arrangement pleased but slightly Miss Jenny, but she made no comment and, little by little, she appeared to be quite used to it.
The same evening we went to bed as early as usual, after bidding goodnight to mother; Miss Jenny came upstairs a few hours later and, after having locked the door, she tiptoed to my bed to see if I was asleep. I had not yet gone to sleep but, impulsively and without knowing why, I feigned sleeping soundly and didn't betray myself, though she passed the candlelight several times in front of my closed eyelids. Confident at last that I was sleeping, she began undressing. She had hardly turned her back toward me than I opened my eyes, and to the letter fed my gazes upon the enchanting treasures she was exposing before me; she turned slightly toward me and I closed my eyes again immediately.
I have said before that my senses were already roused, but without my understanding their force and their direction; yet I remember distinctly that, on that particular night, upon seeing this beautiful woman undress so close to me, upon beholding her round and full breasts, her creamy white and polished legs and her small feet, I felt my prick swelling and stiffening in a very painful tension.
When she had no more on than her day shirt, she had to lift it in order to free her feet of the panties which had fallen around her ankles, and I could then see her magnificent buttocks, milky-white and gleaming like sateen, with the light glaring on the bare cheeks; I lowered my glance down to her small slit which seemed covered with a thick black fur.
Then she turned around to lay her petticoats on a chair and take her night-shirt; during the short time where she let her day shirt fall to the ground and raised her nightgown over head, I had the vision of her belly, white and smooth, with a mount of Venus covered with black and curly hair.
This sight gave me such a voluptuous feeling that I repressed a cry.
After that, she sat on her bed to take off her shoes and stockings. What beautiful legs! What delicate ankles! What small feet! Even now, when I'm writing this, after having known, in the course of my long life, so many beautiful and perfectly built women, I must confess that I never saw again as voluptuously shaped limbs as Miss Jenny's.
At last she blew out the candle and I heard an impetuous flow hitting the chamber pot. It could not be compared with the small whispers my sisters and I did together with many laughs because of the differences between their respective issuing sources. My sisters were chiefly jealous of me because I was able to direct the foaming jet at my fancy, so little did we know of the genuine use of this little, springing tool.
In a short while I heard my charming governess go to bed and her rhythmic breath informed me that she was sleeping. As for me, I was unable to sleep; and I lay awake most of the night, afraid to make the slightest movement lest it woke her and she understood that I had watched her going to bed. When at last I fell soundly asleep, dead tired, my dreams were chiefly concerned with all the charming things I had beheld.
A whole month went by like that; night after night Miss Jenny was less off her guard and, trusting my youth, offered me many times the spectacle of her splendid beauties; but I enjoyed those sights only every other night because, since she always excited me so much that I was unable after that to sleep but half the night, the next day I went to sleep immediately, in spite of my efforts to keep awake and contemplate my governess' night rites. However there was a good side to my sleep, because it prevented her to be on her guard, providing me thus with many occasions which I should never have benefited by but for her heedless attitude. Once or twice she used the chamber-pot before blowing out the candle and I could see her pretty little rose hole out of which flew its stream in the middle of a thick black and curly bush, and it excited me so much that I can't understand why I did not think of stroking myself to relieve the painful sensation I felt in my rod, stiff and swollen to a bursting point.
I don't know if mother took notice of the frequent come spots that starched my pants, or if she thought that it was more proper not to let me sleep any more in the same room as Miss Jenny, but she had my bed carried in her own bedroom. Nonetheless everybody in the house treated me so much like a child that Miss Jenny behaved as if she had forgotten my being of the male sex. She dealt with me with a liberty of postures and language that she would never have shown had she thought she was facing a young boy nearing puberty.
During winter I used to sit on a footstool by the fireplace; one day that I was holding my book on my knees, Miss Jenny, seated facing me, had put her small feet on the andirons, her work lying on her lap, and she was listening to my sisters reciting their lessons; she was totally unaware of the fact that, for more than half an hour, she had been exposing to my greedy gazes her legs and thighs because I was sitting much lower than she and, bowing toward my book, as if I was captivated by its contents, I had fastened my eyes under her petticoats, slightly pulled up because of the heat, and her legs, shaped in white stockings, were in full view.
Since she never wore panties when she stayed home in the morning, seated the way she was, with her knees raised higher by the position of her feet on the andirons and her legs slightly apart to keep her work from falling, I was able to behold fully her glorious thighs, part of her white buttocks and her pretty little slit nestling in its bush of black moss.
The light of the fireplace gleamed strongly on those delicious sights and I felt burning inside, with such a passionate intensity that I almost fainted. I wanted to thrust my head under those petticoats and devour the little red slit and its hairy surroundings with mad kisses. How little she suspected the passion she had set fire to! Oh! Dear Jenny! How much I loved you! From your delicate kid slippers, your silk stockings, to the fullness of your creamy breasts which you revealed almost every night to my entranced gazes and to your red lips, which I was dying to press mine upon!
Days went by and Jenny soon became for me a goddess! I adored her with all my heart, like an idol. When she had left the study room, I remained there alone and kissed the andirons her feet had rested upon, the chair where she had sat, and even the air a little above the seat, imagining that there had rested her delicious quim. I longed strongly for something else, not knowing exactly what it was, since I was as much ignorant as possible of what could be the union of the sexes.
One day, I went upstairs and came into the bedroom where my sisters and Miss Jenny slept, to throw myself upon her bed and imagine that I was kissing her beautiful body all over; I heard some noise outside and, aware that I should be scolded were I discovered here, where I had no reason to be, I hid under the bed while at once Miss Jenny entered the room and locked the door. There was about one hour up to dinner-time; she took off her dress, hung it on a hook and got out a small piece of furniture that had been brought especially for her and that had very much puzzled me; she took the lid off; poured some water into the basin and, laying a sponge in readiness, she pulled her petticoats up to her waist, placed herself astride it and sat down.
I had then the entrancing fortune to look at all her gorgeous beauties because, when she had tucked up her clothes, she was standing in front of the mirror, presenting to my greedy eyes the splendor of her creamy buttock cheeks; when she went to the "bidet" she exposed again her belly and her pretty slit with the richness of the hair; then, just as she was sitting on the bidet, she revealed to my ecstatic gazes her little pink cunt.
I shall never forget the violence of the excitation I felt then; it was almost too much for my senses; it was a good thing that, while seated down, she hid it from me because I quieted gradually; she rubbed the sponge between her legs for five endless minutes, then stood up, letting me catch again a glimpse of the lips of her cunt, while she sponged the last drops of water that clung to the rich bush of curls nestling around her delicate quim: thus she showed me the splendor of her perfectly shaped pussy and, since it was the first time I was seeing it so plainly, it will be easily understood how this voluptuous scene increased my agitation.
Ah! Jenny! Dear and delicious Jenny! What could .have been your thoughts, had you known that I was watching your luscious intimate beauties and that my eyes were trying to pierce the secrecy of those lovely lips which remained sealed in the middle of their crisp black moss! Oh! How much did I long to kiss them! For, at this very time, I had not conceived any other desire than an urge to kiss them, and did not in the least want to penetrate them.
When she was through with her intimate washing, she sat down and peeled off her stockings, showing her lovely legs and her small feet. I may say that the attractiveness I have always found later in a fine slender ankle and a tiny foot goes all the way back to the beholding of Jenny's legs and feet, which possessed an exquisite perfection. Even her shoes, sweet little black shoes, were real jewels: many times did I take them to my lips when I could lay hand on them in the room; and her silk stockings, casting her legs with the tightness of a close-fitting glove, enhanced the remarkable shape of her beautiful legs.
She changed her cotton stockings to silk ones, put on a low cut dress, added one or two finishing touches to her appearance and left the room. I got out of my hiding place, washed my face and my hands in the water of her bidet and, in my passionate excitement, I even drank a little of it.
About six weeks had elapsed since Miss Jenny's arrival; I had conceived such a burning passion for her that I obeyed her slightest order, her smallest will, and, for the same reason, I concentrated very much on my work, save if such circumstances as I have related above happened to disturb me. My example had a soothing effect on my sisters, and they displayed a more supple behaving, but it could not last very long because we were of a wild disposition. As long as we were docile, Miss Jenny remained truly gentle and sweet. Then we fancied that we could slacken somehow, and began to display a most unruly spirit. Miss Jenny, in the beginning, showed greater reserve, gave us a preliminary warning and threatened to whip us. We didn't believe that she would go so far as whipping us, and Lilian became more and more insolent. On a particular afternoon when she was in a dark mood, she asserted openly that she should not learn her lessons and retorted saucily to Miss Jenny. The latter, who was feeling her anger rising, told Lilian to stand up; Lilian obeyed the order while eyeing her pertly. At once, our governess seized her arm and tried to carry her to the wooden horse, but Lilian was strong and resisted with nails and teeth; yet her desperate resistance was useless because Miss Jenny's anger strengthened her power, she heaved her in her arms, carried her to the horse, where Lilian was thrown across, and forcibly maintained by a leather strap around the middle of her body; other straps, bound to the floor with rings, held her legs apart and forced her knees to bend a little, so that her fanny was in full view, as well as the intimate things of her sex.
Miss Jenny went out to fetch a rod, and came back quickly, her cheeks still burning with anger, and began tucking Lilian's petticoats around her waist, baring entirely her fanny and her tiny pink slit, thus exposing them fully to my eyes.
I had not seen Lilian's fanny for almost two months and I looked at it with astonishment; while the lips were fuller, the sparse hair had turned into a thick bush covering the mount of Venus all over. I was stirred up beyond my expectations because, since for some time I had been entirely absorbed in Miss Jenny's secret beauties, I had entirely given up playing with Lilian. Upon seeing again those hidden treasures, I felt a rousing up of my first voluptuous sensations enhanced by this exciting picture. Miss Jenny opened her blouse from her neck down to her bosom, revealing the upper part of her perfect breasts shuddering with excitement.
Taking the wand in her right hand, she backed a little and raised her arm; her eyes were blazing with a strange fire; truly she was then a splendid creature. I shall never forget this minute-but oh! so fugitive-for the wand cut the air sharply and hissed down across poor, little Lilian's buttocks. The tender cheeks quivered and Lilian, who wanted to be brave, burned all over and bit the material which covered the horse. Again the arm went up and again the hissing rod lashed the shuddering buttock cheeks, but, straining her will, Lilian did not utter a sound. Then Jenny backed a pace and raised the torturing stick again but this time she aimed it so accurately and with such a vicious fury that the end of the rod dipped into the soft nest of Lilian's crack; the pain was so sharp that she uttered a scream and at the same second the wand was hitting her again on the same delicate parts.
"Oh! Oh! Dear Miss Jenny! Please! I shall never do it again!"
But her screams and her supplications were of no avail; the lashing blows quickened and the screams increased until Miss Jenny had broken the rod, and poor Lilian's buttocks were as red as raw meat. It was really a pitiful scene but such was my nature that I kept my eyes glued to her narrow slit and to its lips which, after the flogging they had endured, seemed thicker while they opened and closed with every pang of pain; but this sight could only increase my passion and I promised myself that, on the first occasion, I should inspect my sister's charms extensively.
As for her, she seemed quite subdued-or rather, crushed. The three of us were now genuinely afraid, with the prospect of so severe a beating if we did not behave; we were from now on bound to refrain from showing a rebellious spirit, and we felt we had to obey our governess; we began to fear her wrath.
A few days after this memorable flogging session, there came to our house a visiting couple, husband and wife. The man, who was an old friend of mother, had just married and mother had invited the newlyweds to stay with us for a few days, during their honeymoon.
The husband, handsomely-built, was tall and muscular; the young bride looked frail, but she had a well-shaped figure, an ample bosom, very straight shoulders, plump hips, firmly rounded arms, small hands and the shiniest eyes I had ever seen.
On the afternoon of the third day after their arrival, I was in their room, alone, when I heard them coming up the stairs; the lady came in first and I was just in time to squeeze myself into the closet, pulling the door behind me, but letting it stay slightly ajar.
Almost at once, I saw the husband enter the room and lock the door.
Mrs. Barnett smiled and said to him, "Why! darling, aren't you a greedy monster? I should think you have had enough of it to-night and in the morning not to want to do it again now."
"Well! it is obvious that I did not have enough, that I can't ever have enough of your delicious sweet body. Come on for a quick one! Else they will wonder why we disappeared."
With one arm he circled her waist and kissing her fully on the lips, he held her tight against him; then he sat down and, pulling her on his knees, he slid a hand under her skirts, all the while kissing her lavishly.
"We must hurry, my sweet," said Mrs. Barnett. Then he stood up, deposited her on the edge of the bed, pushed her back and, raising her legs under his arms, he revealed to my eyes all the secret parts of his wife. She was not as hairy as Miss Jenny, but her crack had much fuller lips and seemed much more open. The next move of Mr. Barnett, to my utmost wonder, was to unbutton his fly and to thrust out an enormous prick, the size of which almost frightened me. With his fingers, he put the tip of it between the lips of Mrs. Barnett's cunt and, all the while keeping her legs raised up under his arms, he drove his prick straight ahead, shoving it all the way up to the hilt.
I was spellbound, because Mrs. Barnett did not howl with pain when such an enormous tool was piercing her belly. On the contrary, far from displaying signs of pain, she seemed to enjoy it immensely; her eyes were shining, her cheeks were burning, and she was smiling lovingly at her husband; they seemed both very happy. His big cock was plunging in and out of her cunt, his hands were pressing the large silky buttock cheeks and opening them fully every time he drove into her quim. All this had lasted about five minutes when all a sudden Mr. Barnett stopped his thrustings, shuddered spasmodically two or three times, did not stir for a few seconds, then, very slowly took his cock out, while big sticky drops dripped on the carpet, and he went to wash himself in the basin.
Mrs. Barnett remained a little longer with her legs spread apart and I could see that her slit was much more widely open than before and we: with the same sticky juice which had dripped from Mr. Barnett's rod.
Watching such a scene threw me into a frenzied state. First of all the most secret mystery had been solved under my eyes; and, last but not least, I now knew what fulfilment my desires craved for.
Mrs. Barnett, after giving me ample time to examine the prettiness of her hidden charms, slipped down to the floor, fixed her skirts, smoothed the bed-linen and went to the mirror to set her hair in order. After that, she opened the door and Mr. Barnett went out. She closed the door behind him, came to the wash-stand, emptied the basin, filled it again and, pulling her skirts high up, she washed her crotch with a sponge, rubbed it with a towel, all the time exposing herself to my gasping watch.
But! What a shock did I have when, coming straight to the closet I was hiding in, she opened the door and uttered a startled cry upon finding me in it. I felt my face turning crimson and tried to stutter some silly apology. In the beginning she stared at me fixedly without saying a word, then she asked me, "How did you come to be here?"
"I was there when you came in. I had entered the room to retrieve a ball that was in the closet and when I heard you and Mr. Barnett come in I hid-I don't know why."
She scrutinized me for some time, then she told me, "Can you hold your tongue?"
"Oh! yes! I will."
"You will never tell anybody about what you have just watched?"
"Never to anybody."
"Good. You must keep your promise faithfully, and I shall think of a reward for you. Now go back downstairs."
I went down to the study room, but I was so entranced that I hardly knew what I was doing, the scene which I had watched kept passing in front of my distracted eyes. Though I was still a very young boy, the mystery which had just been disclosed before me, in all its technical aspects, had hastened the ripening of my passions up to an adult stage.
Instead of learning my lessons, I let my thoughts wander toward Mrs. Barnett's figure, abandoned on the bed, with her beautiful naked legs and thighs and above all her exquisite pink quim, nestling in the black fur of her lower belly that for a few minutes I had seen wide open and oozing out this white, sticky juice, which followed the amorous embrace.
Mrs. Barnett had seemed to me much more fully developed than Miss Jenny and I felt pretty sure that the latter would never be able to swallow a tool as big as the one Mr. Barnett was endowed with.
However, how easily it had driven into her, moving back and forth gently and to the evident pleasure and supreme ecstasy of both, for there had been their passionate embrace, their low moans of pleasure, their lascivious lust, the voluptuousness of their rhythmic frenzy, and ultimate spasms of pleasure crowning their erotic abandon.
I thought it would be heaven to play the same game with Miss Jenny and to come while my rod, stiff as wood, would thrust deep into her exquisite little cunt. At once, I could distinctly see this little cunt such as I had seen it when she had raised herself over the bidet, and I had watched her from under the bed; I was fancying, too, my sister Lilian's little cunt; much smaller but as much enticing, and I set my mind upon initiating her to the recently discovered mysteries, because I knew that it would be easier with her, and I resolved upon taking my first lesson with her round quim; the vision came back to me of its beautiful lips quivering under the cruel flagellation that had been inflicted on her, and to that memory my rod stiffened and throbbed with lust.
The numerous excitements that had assailed me during the week had so violently upset me that my prick, when I was horny, could swell to an astonishing size.
It may be thought that I could hardly, with so lascivious purposes, concentrate on my work.
Miss Jenny, for one thing or another was, on this particular day, in a somber mood, and she scolded me for being inattentive. In the end, she called me to her side and, seeing that I had not begun my work, she told me:
"George, you have got ten minutes more to do your problem, and if you don't finish it you will be whipped; you have been very unruly to-day, I don't know what is the matter with you but if you go on you will be punished."
The very idea of my being flogged by Miss Jenny aggrieved my state, because at once I saw again, in my mind's eyes, the treasures that I had beheld from my hiding place.
It was nearly four o'clock, when we used to play for an hour in the garden, and I had set my mind to begin Lilian's initiation to the secret mysteries which I had recently witnessed during this hour of liberty; but my fate was set in such a fashion that I was the one who was going to be taught a lesson and to be initiated to the accomplishments of a beautiful whipper; but this will come in its time. When the clock struck four, Miss Jenny, upon seeing that I had not done a thing, took on a stern countenance.
"Lilian, Dorothy, you may go. George will stay here."
My sisters, figuring that I was kept to finish my exercises, fled to the garden. Miss Jenny locked the door, opened a cupboard and took out of it a thin and very supple wand, bound with a blue ribbon.
My heart-beats quickened, and I began to shiver so violently that I could hardly hold my pencil.
"Put your pencil down, George, and come over here."
I obeyed and stood up before my beautiful governess, with a strange mingling of fear and voluptuous desires.
"Unhook your suspenders and let your pants down."
I began unfastening my suspenders but she was in such a nervous state that my clumsiness irritated her and, with her delicate fingers, she pushed my pants down.
"Come and lie across my knees."
I was shaking all over and obeyed her with a mingling of fear and desire. She had folded back her dress on her lap so that it would not be rumpled by my weight, and my bare skin was next to her underskirts. A delicate perfume of violet and vervain filled my nostrils; her breasts were pressing my back, and, when her light and smooth fingers tucked my shirt up and felt my naked haunches, my senses awoke and my prick swelled and began to hurt.
I had been hardly aware of this change when cruel blows, more and more painful, lashed my buttocks.
"Oh! My Goodness! Oh! Miss Jenny! I'll behave, but please! stop whipping me! Please! Forgive me! Oh! Oh!"
Holding me tightly with her left arm, Miss Jenny went on ruthlessly with the wand.
At first it hurt so much that I screamed my head off, but gradually the pain subsided and was followed by a delicious tickling feeling.
I had struggled so madly that Miss Jenny's clothes were in the worst state and I was fortunate enough to enjoy the sight of her beautiful legs shaped in silk stockings and a tiny bit of pink skin, above the top of the stockings.
This voluptuous sight which came after the irksome and painful thrashing and the rubbing of my cock against my governess's thighs maddened me so much that I fell back on her knees, utterly crushed, and not once did the rod stop its wild whipping.
At last, the wand broke and Miss Jenny pushed me from her lap! I stood up and remained facing her, with tears running on my face, and my shirt tucked up on my behind while on the front my prick kept throbbing against the linen in spite of my efforts to compose myself.
Miss Jenny's gazes fell on this swelling and she seemed rooted to the ground looking at it with astonishment, while I kept crying and rubbing my behind instead of pulling my pants up.
Miss Jenny stared at me fixedly for one or two minutes, then she seemed, all of a sudden, to recall where she was standing, she sighed and quickly left the study room. She came back only after my sisters' return from the garden, behaving somewhat sheepishly, and often looking at me stealthily.
Two days later there were no longer any traces of this severe whipping. We were invited by a neighbour the day after, to a picnic on a farm, a few miles away. The farm buildings were situated in the middle of a beautiful landscape. The afternoon was warm and sunny, so we walked up to the farm and reached it around four o'clock.
Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins were in the parlor, but they pressed us to go at once into the garden where their three daughters were playing with a rustic swing. Lydia, the eldest, who was nineteen, was pushing the swing for her younger sisters; Harriett who was two years younger and Margaret who was fifteen. The three of them were plump, with very fine figures; they were very beautiful girls indeed.
Harriett was standing up on the swing board where Margaret was seated, and Lydia was trying to send them upward as high as possible. When we came upon this charming group, the girls were laughing their heads off because the two swingers were disclosing as much as possible of what lay under their petticoats.
Harriett wore a light muslin dress and a petticoat which ballooned with the wind, allowing us to see her legs and even her belly with a plump little mount of Venus.
Margaret, for her part, kept sending her legs in the air, enabling one to have a definite knowledge of what nestled between her thighs along with a nice view of her fanny.
Since everybody persisted in treating me like a child, they id not stop either their swinging or their laughs and, on the contrary, they asked me to help push them.
I was standing under the swing-board; the fine legs and the sweet little hairy cracks were passing back and forth at the level of my eyes; and by and by the mischievous cunts succeeded in giving me an erection; none of the girls wore panties, so that, when they were high up, I could see all that they had to show; my prick was stiffening so much that I think they had noticed it and were enjoying it; even Miss Jenny was watching me closely; after a little while she sat on the swing-board and allowed me to push her. It is still my belief that she kept throwing her legs upwards more than was necessary; anyway I was so much in love with her that she excited me much more than the others.
We spent a very pleasant afternoon and our games lasted until dusk; then rain began to pour so violently that Mr. Jenkins had us brought home in one of his carts.
The tilbury provided room enough only for two persons, so mother took Dorothy on her knees and Miss Jenny took me on hers. I don't know how things happened, but all of a sudden, I had her arms encircling me, as to hold me safely, and her hand, by chance, came to cover my prick fully. At once I was electrified and my rod swelled, hardened and stirred under her palm. Yet Miss Jenny, who could not be unaware of what was that restless thing under her hand, did not take it off, and I felt, on the contrary, that she was pressing it harder.
I was still so childish that I imagined she did not know what it could be. We were driving on a pebble road, and the repeated jolts of the cart imparted to her hand a seesaw motion over my jutting horn and I was so excited that, to hide my agitation, I feigned sleeping and let my head rest on Miss Jenny's shoulder.
I don't know if she believed that I was really asleep, but I felt very distinctly her fingers grab my rod and, so to say, size its length and circumference. Her increasing squeezing as well as the constant jolts of the cart excited me so much that, after two or three spasms, each followed by a tightening of the squeezing fingers, I fainted in a paroxysm of sensations such as I had never known before.
I remained senseless for a short time and regained consciousness only upon reaching home, when Miss Jenny shook me so that I could get out of the cart. I climbed down and, though still half stunned, I think I could see my governess's eyes shine with an extraordinary agitation and her cheeks burn crimson; she declined to come into the drawing room and, saying that she had a headache, went to bed at once.
When I went to bed myself, I discovered that the front flap of my shirt was all wet with a sticky juice. Thus did I pay my first tribute to Venus.
For a long time I pondered on the obvious familiarity of Miss Jenny, and I went to sleep with the golden hope that T could progress into her intimacy because I was almost totally certain that she would wish to initiate me to the pleasures that her luscious body could afford me.
But fate did not agree with my hopes, and it was to be another woman, as beautiful as Miss Jenny, as experienced, and as passionate as my governess, who was my charming introducer to love-making and its pleasures.
Two days after the picnic, Mr. Barnett had to leave suddenly, for urgent business transactions which were, so he thought, to keep him away for three weeks. Mrs. Barnett was to stay with us in the meantime. Since it was necessary to drive Mr. Barnett to the nearest railway station, mother decided to go with him to the town, and took with her Miss Jenny and my sisters who needed new shoes. Mrs. Barnett said she was too tired to go along, and I stayed home alone with her. Before leaving, my mother told me to be very attentive to our guest's wants and to entertain her so that she would not feel lonely.
My mother had instructed me during lunch; I was leaving the dining-room when Mrs. Barnett followed me and, having looked around to see if nobody could hear us, she told me; "George, I shall need your help to wind my skeins of wool so I shall be much obliged if you come to me as soon as they have left home."
She went up to her room where Mr. Barnett hurried to join her at once, certainly to reenact the scene which I had witnessed some time before. They remained in their bedroom for half an hour, then Mr. Barnett came down, put on his traveling coat and hat and left with all the other members of the household; and I remained alone, on the verge of knowing a happiness that I had not yet been able to imagine.
Mrs. Barnett said we should go to the parlour, which opened on the garden and where nobody could see us. I followed her and, since she was walking before me, I could not help look admiringly at her pretty body. Though she may have been said thin, she had voluptuous curves and was very elegant; she always dressed smartly and with the best taste, but somehow provocatively. She sat on a low arm-chair and, reclining back, crossed her legs without noticing that her posture was pulling up her petticoats and showing me her legs up to her garters.
I had not forgotten the day when, hidden in the closet, I had seen her legs fully, nor how charming they looked, so that this abandoned attitude, though not so wild as the scene I recalled so vividly, set fire to my senses all of a sudden. I knew from previous experiences what burning effect shapely legs and delicately shoed feet could have on my nerves, and I was able to verify it because, while I was looking at her legs sheathed in silk stockings, her slender ankles and her tiny feet, I felt my rod harden and swell and throb in such a way that I thought Mrs. Barnett was going to notice it, since I was standing in front of her and her head was almost on level with that part of my body.
I saw that, without ceasing knitting, she was staring fixedly at the area in my pants which was swelling progressively; she did not say anything for a few minutes, then she asked me to hold her skein for her and to kneel down in front of her so that my hands would be at a right level for her to wind her balls.
I kneeled down on the footstool where she rested her foot; with a swift motion, she lifted her foot and put it upon me, immediately under the place where my rod was visibly stirring. She began then to wind her wool and, simultaneously, to push her foot up slowly, until its toes reached the tip of my prick; which she rolled from side to side, in a very expert rubbing which increased my excitement to a paroxysm.
I turned crimson and shook so violently that I almost dropped the skein.
"What is the matter with you, my dear child? Your cheeks are burning and you are shuddering all over. Are you. ill?"
I did not answer and my cheeks reddened still more.
She had finished her winding. She said, "George, stand up and come over here."
I obeyed and stood up by her side.
"What is it that is stirring inside your pants?"
And, talking all the while, she began to unbutton my fly and my prick jutted out, as hard as a piece of iron and as big as a boy of eighteen's (it may even be said that only a boy of eighteen among five hundred boys could have possessed as big a tool as mine). Mrs. Barnett, though she had not thought she was going to deal with a child, yet was immensely surprised and cried, "My Goodness! What a beautiful cock! George, my friend, you are no longer a boy! You are a man! How big it is! And what a length!"
And, taking it gently in her hand, she toyed with it.
"Is it often that hard?"
"Oh! yes, Madam."
"And, how long has this been going on?"
"Since Miss Jenny came to our house."
"What has Miss Jenny got to do with your cock, my young man?"
I began to stutter and could not answer.
"Well, George, you must not lie to me. What do you mean when you say that you are horny because of Miss Jenny? Did you show her your rod? Did she feel it?"
"Oh! no! Never, never!"
"What is it of her that entrances you? Her face, her breasts, her legs?"
"What excites me? Her ankles, her feet and her beautiful legs that she is unaware she is disclosing sometimes."
"And any lady's legs and feet can put you in such a state?"
"Yes, if they are slender and pretty."
"And may I know what excited you so much a short time before?"
My cheeks reddened more yet and I stuttered, "What has excited me are your beautiful legs, and the memory of what I watched last week."
She went on talking and all the while she was gently massaging my prick, pressing the skin back over its knob and covering it again.
"George, I suppose that after hiding in the closet you must know what is the use of your rod?"
I whispered a silly answer and bowed my crimson face.
"You never slipped it into a woman, did you?"
I cried, "No, Madam, never!"
"Would not you be pleased to slip it?"
I did not answer and remained stupid, with my eyes riveted to the ground, ' oo shy to look at her.
"When you were hiding in the closet did you see what I have in the same place?"
I whispered, "Yes, Madam."
"Would you like to see it again?"
"Ch! yes. Very much, indeed."
Mrs. Barnett stood up, went to the window and pulled the curtains; then she locked 'he door, came back and sat in the arm-chair; there, she pulled up her skirt, her petticoats and her day-shirt, baring her body up to the waist, reclined back and opened her legs so that I could see her belly.
"Now, my dear child, you can look as much as you want."
At once my shyness vanished; my passionate temper impelled me to do what would best please my partner; so, falling on my knees, I glued my lips on her luscious gash, pushing my tongue as far as possible, sucking her little clitoris which was still all wet with a sticky juice, that induced me to think that Mr. Barnett had fucked her two or three times before leaving. But evoking that scene did not stop me; the attack had been as sudden as delightful, for Mrs. Barnett put her hands on my head and pressed it hard to her throbbing cunt. I felt that she was strongly excited, not only because I was sucking her but because she was rubbing my cock; nervous jerks were lifting her fanny clear off her seat while I was busy devouring her moist and pouting ring.
"Oh! Darling, George! Oh! It's delightful! It's heaven! You are exciting me! Oh!"
And, pressing my face so hard that I could not breathe any more, she had an orgasm and came in my mouth, on my cheeks and my neck, all the while closing her legs convulsively around my head. For one or two minutes I kept on licking her, swallowing the delicious love dew which still ran from her crack.
At last, she said, "Oh darling! I love you so much! But I shall now give you as much pleasure as you have given me."
I stood up. She pulled me to her and gave me a penetrating kiss, taking back on my lips her love dew which still smeared my face. She urged me to shove my tongue into her mouth and she sucked it deliciously while she groped about for my lance and fondled it. Then she made me lie on the floor and piled cushions to raise my head; and, pulling up her skirts again, she straddled me with her face toward my feet, and squatted over me on bent knees.
She took my prick between her lips and lowered her ass so that her cunt was on my mouth.
The first time, I had sucked her in such a position that I was only able to see the magnificent fur which covered her mount of Venus, and which was still thicker than I had been able to judge from the closet. But when, for the second time, I glued my lips to her soft quim, I saw that clustered little curls surrounded the exquisite pouting ring and disappeared into the cleft dividing her buttocks; that is where I applied my tongue, alternatively sucking, licking or thrusting it. The jerkings and the contractions of her haunches revealed her exulting pleasure; as for me I was ecstatic with lascivious delight: her small hand had circled my scrotum as if she was milking me while with her other hand she was playing with my balls, all the while tipping her tongue around the knob of my burning lance. The more I was lapping at her quim the more her lips were tightening over the tip of my cock, and I almost fainted from rapture when I felt her pointed tongue trying to penetrate my narrow canal. Our reciprocated labial caresses could not fail to produce their erotic effect; so that I felt that a spasm was coming and I cried out, "Oh! Please! Let go! I'm dying!"
She was well aware the passionate result her expert mouth could get, but she did not move, and in the same instant when she was coming in my mouth and all over my face I sent in her mouth a stream of fuming come.
For a few minutes we lay together breathless, exhausted. Then Mrs. Barnett rose to her feet, set her clothes in order, helped me to stand up and hugged me to her bosom, telling me I was a charming boy, that I had made her come beyond what I could imagine; and, nibbling at my lips, my eyes, sucking my tongue, caressing me passionately, she added, "Now, George, hitch up your pants."
When I was fully dressed, she pulled back the curtains and opened the door. We sat side by side, my arm encircling her shoulders, hand in hand. She told me, "I presume, dear George, that you will keep our affair a secret. Your mother is far from suspecting anything; she thinks of you always as a child. I shall figure a way so that you can sleep in the little room next to my bedroom. When everybody has retired to sleep, you will unlock the door on your side and I shall unlock it on mine, and you will come in my bed, where I shall teach you how to fuck; you saw Mr. Barnett do it the other day; do you think you will like it?"
"Oh!" said I, "how sweet you are! You have been able to guess my more secret dreams; but, please, I want to kiss again this nice little pussy which gave me so much pleasure. Do you want me to do it again?"
"Dear child! Of course, any time it will be safe to do so without anybody knowing it. Likewise, you must not disclose publicly too much an intimate acquaintance with me and be very careful not to do anything if I do not prompt you to do so. If people were aware of any closeness between us, I should not be able to go on loving you, and I think that you and I can be very much happy if we love each other."
Of course, I promised her I should obey her in every respect, and swore I should not breathe a word about our intended love bouts; but, since we had truly got acquainted and I felt so at ease with her, I wanted to demonstrate that I could fuck her as nicely as I had sucked her off; but she did not relent, saying that we would spoil the pleasure that we were to have the following night in her bed. To relieve my disappointment somehow, she was charming and tender, and the afternoon fled by very quickly.
Mother came back for dinner and asked Mrs. Barnett whether I had behaved. My pretty mistress answered that I had been a model child, gentle and obedient, and that she had found my company much pleasing. Mother was tired by her journey and went to bed immediately after dinner. Mrs. Barnett took her to her room and, while helping her to get ready for bed she feigned seeing my little bed in the room for the first time; she said then that I would wake mother when going to bed and asked instantly that it be carried to the little room next to hers, asserting with a matter-of-fact attitude that mother needed a peaceful sleep; mother did not suspect anything but she was afraid that I should wake up Mrs. Barnett too early in the morning.
"My goodness! No!" said my mistress. "I'm not a light sleeper, and he is such a nice little boy that if I ask him to be quiet he will be very careful, won't you George?"
I answered that I should get up very noiselessly, and my bed was carried at once into the small room.
I was wondering what Miss Jenny would think about this new arrangement, but she did not say anything; I went to bed, but I could not sleep because I was utterly nervous. I kept waiting and waiting, but my delicious fucking teacher did not come; I was ablaze with the memory of all her beauties and I was dying to suck again her juicy little cunt and above all to be initiated to the whole scale of Venus' mysteries.
Time was passing by and I grew feverish, anxious, restless, quivering; my rod was swelling and stiffening; it was a good thing I did not know that there was an easy, solitary way to relieve my sexual tension, else I should not have had a strong enough will not to do it and my benefactress would have found me unable to benefit by her lessons.
At last I heard voices, and the creaking of the stairs; Mrs. Barnett bade goodnight to Miss Jenny, came into the bedroom and locked her door.
I heard her use her chamber pot, then she came to my door, opened it, and stood by my bed. Seeing that my eyes were wide open and my cheeks burning, she kissed me and whispered, "You have not slept at all, George?"
"No, Madam, I could not sleep."
"Why could not you, my dear child?"
"But, Madam, because I knew I was going to sleep with you."
Her lips pressed mine, and she slipped her hand under the blankets; she found my prick and began to stroke it gently. Feeling that it was as hard as iron, she told me, "Poor boy, it seems to me you have been most eager to see me; have you been like that for long?"
"During the whole evening, Madam. I did not think you would come so late."
"My dear child, I couldn't come earlier, since Miss Jenny looked suspicious, so I didn't want her to conceive the notion that I was in a hurry to go to bed. I even teased her when she said she was going to retire, and I obliged her to stay with me a little more; when at last I freed her, she was really very sleepy; but I think I succeeded in diverting her mind from us and she can't have guessed that I was as eager to be with you as you were eager to hold me in your arms. I shall undress as quickly as possible and I'll do my best to make up for lost time. Get up noiselessly, close your door and go lie in my bed; since the doors in my room are heavily curtained, we will not run the risk to be heard."
I obeyed earnestly and she began undressing; I was devouring with my eyes every stage of her elaborate proceedings. She braided her thick and shining hair, put on a lace-trimmed nightgown of a filmy silk material, such as I had never seen before; she was a lovely sight and her delicate perfume added just the final touch to the femininity of this "risque" scene; I was still gaping at her enticing figure when she took me in her arms.
"Now George, you are going to be a nice boy and try to make as little noise as possible, and I'm going to give you your first fucking lesson; I'm going to lie on my back, with my legs wide open, and you will kneel between them ... All right, you are doing very well. Now, get on top of me and I'll take your dear little prick."
Slowly, slowly, I lowered my body until my belly was touching her smooth and ivory-white pube and felt the clustered curls of her pussy; her nimble fingers had taken hold of my rod and were guiding it toward her quivering gash; I was straining so much that I began to shake all over, and thought, for once, that I was going to faint; but suddenly I felt her inserting my cock in the burning lips of her quim and the contractions of her belly achieved such a voluptuous suction that I thrust my penis all the way inside the soft walls of her vagina, my balls slapped her bottom and I came into her in a mad frenzy of erotic pleasure and fainted, pressing my body on her belly and her shuddering breasts.
When I came back to my senses, I was still lying across her belly, her arms were encircling me and her palpitating cunt was sucking at my penis and squeezing it with every contraction of the hot depths of her ring, with the result that my rod could hardly have been said any limper. Her face was blurred for a few minutes and then I began to discern her features. She was smiling softly, and she told me, "Aren't you a real monster? Now I'm going,, to have a baby. Why did you spunk so quickly into me, and so much? Well do you like doing it?"
"Oh! I'm in heaven. Never diet I feel such an ecstasy. Why, I like fucking, and I love you so much for teaching me."
"My dear, you don't know yet how it is to be done, and how much we can increase our pleasure by helping each other to come; let me show you. Now, push your prick in and out, gently ... all right, it's perfect! Ah! It feels good! Slowly, slowly! My Goodness, it feels good!"
And she was moving rhythmically with me, timing her thrusting with mine, rearing her bottom to meet my lance which was sinking softly into her burning nest, backing as far as possible when I was drawing it almost all the way out and rocking back and forth to meet my lascivious pushes.
"Yes! That was sheer ecstasy." My penis, swollen to a breaking point, seemed to fit exactly the secret cavern of her warm and palpitating vagina, which, though accustomed to be visited by the much bigger tool of her husband, could contract enough to appease the piercing stabbing of my burning dagger with her soft and moist folds.
We went on like that, I plunging into her, and she rearing her luscious fanny to meet my fierce thrustings. I kept applying my hands everywhere on her body, alternatively squeezing the creamy skin or caressing it gently, nibbling at her lips, sucking her tongue, rolling the erected cherries of her nipples or tipping them with my tongue.
This first love-bout lasted long because Mrs. Barnett wanted to instruct me widely, and she was coming so madly that she wanted it to last as long as possible. One time she was lavishing me with wild caresses, the other praising my aptitudes, and she succeeded in delaying my coming quite extensively. I was crushed with a wild happiness. Any time I was realizing that I was plunging my cock into the most secret depths of a woman I felt a surge of erotic pleasure. Entranced by the wildness of those delicious sensations, I quickened my stabbings, my charming mistress followed my rhythm and at the same minute we ejaculated the most delicious and abundant spunk.
Though I was still very horny and wanted to stay in, Mrs. Barnett did not allow me to do it again. She had me slip my lance out and asked me to go to sleep like a nice boy should, but promised to give me another lesson in the morning.
I saw that she intended to be firm and that she needed sleep, so I resolved upon doing likewise and fell asleep at last.
I woke up around five o'clock (and at this time of the year the light was yet bright enough) and, instead of finding me as usual in my narrow bed, I realized that my arms were encircling the body of a lovely woman whose haunches were warm against my belly and my thighs.
At once my throbbing, blood-gorged prick hardened and jutted forth. I thrusted it into the cleft dividing her large fanny, trying to re-enact the play which had given me those rapturous sensations at the beginning of that memorable night. I don't know whether Mrs. Barnett was sleeping or not, but I should think she was, because she showed a genuine surprise when she woke up. She must have been dreaming, for she opened her thighs instinctively. I pushed my bursting prick against her voluptuous buttocks, stabbing the gates of the sanctuary of love which had given me such a raving pleasure before. I met with a resistance which I could not account for; at last, I succeeded in introducing the tip of my knob into the ring, which seemed much tighter than previously.
Spurred by the difficulty which I was not prepared to meet, I thrust forward firmly, and took a hold by hooking my arms around Mrs. Barnett's waist. I felt the ring give way to the stabbing stiffness of my lance, and half of it was engulfed into this exceedingly narrow canal. I lowered my hand to the hilt of my rod to ease its entering into the soft and warm gap when, to my utmost astonishment, I noticed that I had penetrated into the lady's asshole instead of her gash. I understood at once why there had been so much difficulties. I was going to. take my cock out in order to put it in the right place when a convulsive contraction of the sphincter, tightening itself around my palpitating penis, sent into my spine waves of so acute pleasure and excited me so much more than when I had been visiting the emit, that I could not resist the temptation to further the operation. So, inserting two fingers in her quim, I bucked forward my haunches and with all my might, plunged my quivering penis up to the balls into her asshole. The violence of my thrusts woke Mrs. Barnett, who cried, "My Goodness! Henri, you hurt me! Why can't you have enough with my cunt? I shall be unable to walk tomorrow. You know what is the result of that practice! You are a very cruel lover, but since you are in, stay in, but for a while stop driving it into me and go on rubbing me; you know it is the best way to make in that position."
What did it mean, her calling me Henri? I was engaged in too heavenly a business to try to solve that enigma, and the idea that at this very instant, the whole of my lance was engulfed into her asshole was enough to make me still homier. I did not move for a time, as such was her want, but she went on moaning and she began rocking her haunches to and fro and I resumed the task of masturbating her quim where my fingers were already wet with her love balm. She woke up fully then and recognized me:
"George! What are you doing? Do you know where you have put your prick?"
"I didn't know I was doing wrong and I liked it so much that I don't want to take it out now."
"You did wrong, indeed! Why, a woman's asshole is not the place where you should put your penis. What possessed you suddenly?"
"I don't know. But I didn't do it on purpose. I thought I was entering the same gash as yesterday, where I had so delicious sensations."
And while talking, I was diving in and out all the time and my fingers were whipping her juice to a lather. The pressure of the contracted walls around my prick gave me such ecstatically erotic sensations as I had never even be able to dream them; and when thinking back to the way this new fucking session was completed, I recall distinctly that the lady had as much delirious pleasure as I did. Anyway, she let me go on until I came in a raving surge of erotic oblivion. As for her, she drenched my hand with a rush of streaming come.
After our love-making, she got off the bed, filled the basin, and with a sponge she washed her cunt, her inner thighs and her fanny with great care.
She then said, "My dear child, you should get up and wash yourself too; and you should be careful, in the future, never to do again such mistakes, for they have sometimes the most unpleasant results."
By this time it was broad daylight, and my enchanting mistress was so beautiful in her transparent nightgown that I could not help asking her to let me look at her naked, in all the radiant gorgeousness of her perfect body.
At once she complied with my request but, laughing, she made me peel my shirt too, and told me, "I too have a right to gaze at your charming youthful body, and I want to take you naked in my arms."
We embraced each other in a passionate clasp and only thereafter did my lovely and so beautifully shaped mistress allow me to look at her from every angle, turning her at my want so that I was confronted every time with a new and delicious view of her perfect naked body. Oh! She was a truly superb creature! She was square-shouldered, with a throat smooth and full; firm, round teats, quivering globes of frothy cream with small erected pink nipples; her slender waist was in perfect contrast with the curved hips, and the wide haunches (almost exaggerated), the rearing bottom with a soft, alabaster-white skin, separated in the middle by the deep furrow where I had buried my exultant cock. Then, there was the glory of her belly, undulating with the pangs of pleasure she felt for standing naked under my eyes in every position I could imagine, with the triangle of her rising mount of Venus, very full and covered with the proud bush of curled pubic hair, light and silky; underneath nestled the secret grotto, with the soft pinkness of the full lips, which were equally covered with light hair on each side, what is scarcely encountered even when a woman has a thick fur; they were indeed magnificent hair, and they did not stop after her moist gash but reached the delicious pleated ring of her bottom, in a silky sinuous flow of clustered curls, and that was the asshole which initiated me to a maddening fucking at the very beginning of my initiation. Her alabaster-white tapering thighs, firmly rounded, were the perfect pillars which so luscious a body deserved. Her legs were a beauty! Long and slender, they glimmered down to the delicate ankles which vied in elegance with the smallness of the ideal feet. On the perfectly cast curves of her palpitating body glittered the smoothness of a scintillating creamy-white skin, the milkieness of which was relieved by the red cherries of her teats and the light brown fur of the pubic triangle. Mrs. Barnett was for me the true picture of the perfect goddess of beauty.
Now that I have progressed in life and love, I can't remember anybody surpassing her in every respect, though I met many women which bested her in a particular point; some who had better breasts, or a nicer figure, or exceedingly luscious cunt and fanny-for the latter are generally complementary-or even displayed better thighs and legs. But this divine creature, who did not really attract attention when she was fully dressed, offered, when she appeared naked, a perfection of proportions, a magnificent harmony and a gorgeousness which sent one raving mad with desire. To further a perfect picture, she was a caressing and voluptuous disposition and she initiated me to the mysteries of love; and, shall I add, of perversity with the utmost complacency.
We were playing with each other with so little restraint, mutually fondling and kissing every part of our naked bodies, that soon we felt the impulse to unite in a more intimate embrace.
Clasped in each other's arms, we moved toward the bed with a slowness which increased our tension, and fell upon it in a struggling and passionate heap. Our burning bodies were rubbing against each other and we had lost all sense of time, place and environment; my blood-gorged prick found her palpitating, moist gash and we came together for a long time and had several orgasms before falling exhausted and delirious with the lascivious flow of our spunk. I shall never forget how much she made me come. I think we went on for at least half an hour; my mistress had thrown her legs up and around my waist, thrusting my haunches forward with her locked feet, and rearing or heaving her buttocks rhythmically with the strokes of my prick, which had hardened like iron and was still swelling and hardening to a point where it fitted her soft and moist cavern like a sword in a sheath. Every time I was taking the hardness of my penis out of her slit, she was squeezing it with the walls of her cunt with the power of tongs. We reached the ultimate climax at the same time and screamed with mad delight; my ardent mistress, in her raving voluptuous spasms, bit my shoulder and blood trickled from the tiny furrows she had pierced in my flesh; but I did not feel any pain, I had reached heaven and remained without any feelings for a long time, spread across her superb body, in the lock of her amorous embrace.
When we came back to our senses, she told me, "Oh! My dear child! Never, never did I come so much! You are an angel; I'm afraid I'm beginning to love you too much."
We turned and lay on our sides without taking out the wonderful instrument of our bliss, and my dear mistress began to rub my balls, with the sweetest words and many laughs and frolics. I had another erection and I wanted to make love to her in the posture which we had achieved, but my sweet mistress said to me, "George, you have had enough. I must be careful about your health. You have already done much more than what should be allowed for a boy about your age; you must leave me and go and get a good rest in your bed. Try to go to sleep-that's necessary."
"But, Madam, you can see that I'm horny again."
And I thrust my prick fiercely into her spunk dripping gash. But, though she was still very excited, she turned around suddenly, sending my lance out with a soft sound, and stretched to the other side of the bed, forbidding me to slip it again into the pink folds of her wet nest. Since she was stark naked, every one of her movements, of her postures when she was explaining the reasons of her refusal was an enchanting sight to behold, and, as one of her legs was on the floor by the side of the bed and the other stretched on the blankets, I could gaze fully into her pink cunt, open under my greedy eyes. I was suddenly possessed with the furious desire to kiss and suck it, as I had done before, and asked that this last request be granted since it could not really be harmful to me. She agreed at once and lay on her back, after slipping a cushion under her fanny so that her cunt was raised in a way very suitable to my designs because it allowed me to suck her at ease. Before beginning this delicious labial exploration of her cunt, she told me, "My dear George, you can see the little mount which rises at the top of my slit; this is my clitoris where it is nice to be touched because it is the seat of the most delicious sensations. You can see that now it is erect and hard but you will feel it grow bigger and stiffer as you will lick and suck it, so there is the place which you have got to work on with your mouth."
I did as I was bidden and soon I felt it hard and erect under my tongue and as I kept alternatively brushing it with the tip of my tongue, nibbling at it with my teeth, sucking it with ardent lips, it sprang almost to an inch in length. The convulsive rocking of her pube, the way she was pressing my face to her cunt, were a sure proof that my exquisite mistress was coming with the full intensity of lascivious delight. Though I had very little room I managed to slip my hand under my chin, and succeeded in introducing my thumb into her cunt. Then I figured an occupation for my forefinger, which found her lovely asshole the while, and rubbed it before entering it with a swiftness due as much to my science as to the wetness which made the walls of the sphincter slippery.
I could hardly breathe, owing to my eagerness in devouring so luscious a crack and to the firmness with which she kept my face pressed to her sweet gash, wide open to the lust of her youthful lover, but I kept on working on her clitoris and darting my thumb into the softness of her grotto, frigging her asshole with a rhythmic thrusting motion of my forefinger, until she had an orgasm; suddenly she arched up, she pressed my face harder, and clutching my head between her strong and delightful thighs, she kept me riveted to her pulsating lascivious cunt and her spunk streamed in my mouth, in my chin, my neck, my hand, everywhere; a real torrent of come, while she writhed and squirmed, hardly knowing what she was doing. As she was keeping my face between her clenched legs, I kept on licking the delicious juice and nibbling her clitoris. She had another orgasm and went back to her senses; she opened her thighs, which had kept me pinned to her passionate quim, and breathing hard, she told me, "Oh! My darling, let me kiss you; it was wonderful! I liked it so much. You little devil of a boy! How did you know so accurately how to suck and frig a woman. I can't believe that it was the first time you made love with your tongue, did you? Kiss me, my darling, I love you so much!"
I stretched my body over hers and my mouth went to meet hers, but I took good care, in the process, to insert my rearing prick in her moist and open cunt which, owing to the cushion under her buttocks, offered a gaping aim to my throbbing tool.
"That's a treacherous attack," said my sweet mistress. "No, I can't let you do it again, I must not let you do it again."
But I had taken a good hold around her waist, and she was offering too good an opportunity for me to listen to her prayers.
"Dear child! You shouldn't! If you are not careful of your own health, you should think of mine. I shall be exhausted!"
I closed her mouth with burning kisses, thrusting my tongue far inside it; and soon, by moving my prick in and out of her writhing quim, I succeeded in exciting her as usual, and she resumed her passionate vaginal suction on my plunging lance, all the time moaning with her increasing passionate coming.
"Now, stop that, my dear George, you are going to put it into me in another position-which you don't know yet and which will give us still a greater pleasure."
"You are not going to deceive me, are you? It is not a trick to make me get it out?"
"Oh, no, darling! I'm as horny as you are. Take it out, will you?"
I obeyed reluctantly. My lovely fucking partner turned around, and, standing on all four, she offered to my eyes the magnificent view of her gleaming buttocks, slit by the deep furrow that I had visited not very long ago, where nestled the asshole which had given me such delicious sensations. I thought for once that she wanted me to put my prick again into that same hole, and I told her so.
"Oh! no," said she, "that is not the place where you will plunge your dear rod, my child."
And, slipping her hand under her belly and between her thighs, she told me:
"Give it to me, I'm going to put it in the right place."
Before letting her grab my prick, I backed a little and, plunging my face between the superb buttock cheeks, I nuzzled into the hairy slit, and found the delicious puckered asshole which I lavished with ardent kisses and tried to pierce with my tongue. "Stop that, George, you are tickling me."
So I backed a little, put my hands on the exciting, wide-open fanny and put my prick in her hand. She grabbed it and placed it herself in the warm deepness of her burning cunt, and I began to push it back and forth slowly. I felt thus that putting it that way, I could go about an inch farther into her cunt, while she was in a better position to squeeze my rod with the jerkings of her expert crack; the view of her superb buttock cheeks, rocking convulsively and spread in the glory of their gleaming whiteness, excited me immensely.
I put my hands on her thighs with my thumbs stretched to reach her waist, and began to rock her, pressing her magnificent fanny each time I was thrusting my throbbing rod into her gash. Oh! What a voluptuous sight! I was delirious with joy for seeing all the lascivious beauties offered to my fierce thrusts. The frantic squirmings of her voluptuous body were the proof that she shared the fierceness of my lust; but, at last, she reached the last stage of pleasure and came with a long and wild spasm; she fell flat on her belly and I fell on top of her without taking my prick out of the sticky softness of her cunt. We remained motionless for a few minutes, exhausted with pleasure; but the pleasure was not exhausted, for the walls of her cunt kept twitching and clutching at my cock which, though not so stiff, was still big enough to fit exactly the soft and warm cavity of her gash. At last she asked me to take it out. Then, getting up, she sighed heavily, kissed me with tenderness and said to me, "My dear George, we must never, in the future, make love so many times and with such unrestraint. We would die of exhaustion. Come, I want to put you to bed."
While she was talking, I was beholding her glorious naked body, her perfect shapes and the smoothness of her creamy-white skin, and the sight of so much beauty had as usual, an erotic effect on my prick, and I was horny once again. My mistress toyed with my prick, bowed her head slightly and swallowed it with greediness, but let it go quickly then, taking my night-shirt, she raised it over my head, made me slip into it, led me toward my bed where she made me lie, tucked the bed-covers and, after kissing me tenderly, left the room, and I heard her locking the door on her side.
I have now finished the faithful recording of all the events which took place on the first night of my initiation to Venus' mysteries, where a young and beautiful woman taught me the art which she had been married just long enough to be a perfect expert in. Never, never had I spent such a wild night, even in my imagination. And now, that I have had many women, each perfectly skilled in the art of love-making and as eager as me to reach the highest stages of pleasure, I can say that never did I know such an intensity of pleasure as on that night where the new field of erotic sensations was opened before me by an ardent and versatile teacher-which made of that delirious night the 'ne plus ultra' of fucking.
It will be easily guessed that, exhausted by those voluptuous bouts, I fell soundly asleep and woke up when I was rudely shaken. I opened my eyes, and to my wonder there was my sister Lilian, standing by me bed, and laughing her head off because I looked astonished. She put her arms around my neck, kissed me, and told me, "You lazy sleeper, do you know that we have almost finished breakfast while you are still sleeping? What is the matter with you? What happened to you? You look strange. Tell me, what happened?"
"Oh! I had the most dreadful nightmare and it did wake me up. After that I lay awake for a long time and, when at last I fell asleep again, it was a heavy sleep and I have not been able to wake up in time."
"Poor dear! Now, get up!"
And, pulling the bed-covers, she exposed my belly and my legs, stark naked, and, in the middle of this young nakedness, stood what can be seen in every youth when waking up, my prick, stiff and proud under my sister's eyes.
"Oh! George," said Lilian, looking with astonishment at my prick, the length and bigness of which seemed to impress her, "why, your doll has grown tremendously large," and so saying, she took it in her hand.
She went on, "How hard it is, and the tip is so red!" And she began to fondle it like a real doll, caressing her own hands against the soft skin of my tool which was all the stiffer and the harder. Truly this childish toying with my rod was exciting her though she was entirely unaware of the sensual effects it had on her, and her cheeks got very red.
"Dear Lilian, I have just learned a frightfully important secret about the way of using my little doll, and I'll tell you all about it as soon as we can be alone and perfectly safe from any interfering into that game that I want to teach you. Now, I'm in a hurry and I can't tell you anything about it because it would require too much time ;but, before going downstairs, let me take a look at your little pussy. How has it been faring lately? I want to say a few words to that nice little pussy."
We had been to that day using such naive expressions to name our sexual organs when playing with each other's and when we had not yet the slightest notion that the doll and the pussy, the differences of which puzzled us so much, should be put in intimate contact to give us delicious sensations. So, no sooner had I told her that I had not glanced at her pussy since it had been exposed on the wooden horse by the irate Miss Jenny and so dreadfully flogged by the wand of the governess, that she tucked up her skirts to let me take a good look.
"Lie on your back for a while, will you."
She stretched on the bed. I was delighted. I fed my gazes upon her secret parts, as, instinctively she had drawn her knees to raise her legs up and opened her thighs wide. Her mount of Venus was rounder, the hair on it had thickened to a real fur of light clustered curls, and the lips which closed her slit were fuller and so red that they matched her own lips. I ran my hands on the youthful quim and, under the excitation my fingers were rousing in her, the little lips opened like the petals of a delicate flower. I bowed my head and kissed the sweet gash, licking the tiny clitoris which sprang erect under my tongue while Lilian's fanny began to jerk with convulsive twitching. I lavished the small mount with ardent strokes of my tongue and she thrust her haunches forward.
"Oh! George, it feels so good! What are you doing to me? Oh! it feels so good, please, go on, do it! Do it again!"
But I stopped and told her, "Now, we have got to stop, dearie; they would wonder why it took you so long to wake me up. But, as soon as we can be alone together for some time, I'll lick you again down there, and I'll teach you something still better. All these things are concerned with the big secret I told you about a little while ago. Now, go downstairs and tell them that I have not been able to wake up in time, but that I'm hurrying to join them for breakfast. Of course, you must not say a word to anybody about what I have been doing to you just now. And now, sister, run downstairs, I'll be ready at once."
She walked to the door, but stopped on the threshold and told me, "Oh! My dear George, what you did to me was so good that I feel strange now, my legs are shaking and I'm hot all over. Please, you must soon find an opportunity to tell me the big secret and to teach me those things that are still better. Please, do try hard, Georgie!"
I washed and dressed quickly and I went downstairs to have my breakfast.
"Well, George," mother asked me, "what was that dreadful nightmare all about?"
"Oh! mother, I can hardly recollect what happened in my nightmare, it was very bewildering, but I remember quite clearly that hideous men wanted to murder me. They carried me to the top of a very high mountain and threw me down into a deep crevice. I screamed with fright and pain, and I could hardly breathe. Then I woke up. I put my head under the covers and tried to go back to sleep at once, but I was so nervous that I have only been able to doze in the morning. Then, I was so tired that I overslept."
"Poor child," said Mrs. Barnett, who was nibbling a buttered toast delicately. "I daresay he had quite a fright. Nightmares are so awful. He must be exhausted."
"Oh! Madam, it has been a dreadful night. And, when I woke up screaming I was afraid you had heard me, because I realized at once that I was no more in mother's bedroom, but in the room next to yours. I do hope I have not disturbed your sleep, did I?"
"Why, no, my dear boy. Had you wakened me, I should have gone to see what was wrong with you. But I have always been a sound sleeper."
I looked so naive, and I had told the story of my nightmare with such a convincing assurance that the matter was dropped at once, and I was rewarded for my elaborate lie when I caught Mrs. Barnett's eyes looking at me approvingly.
After breakfast, we passed, as usual, into the study-room. I soon noticed that Miss Jenny was behaving with me in a tenderer fashion, as if she was wholly pleased with me and my work. She made me stand by her to recite my lessions, and from time to time she was encircling my shoulders with her arm while pointing to something in the book with her right hand. And she kept her arm around me longer than what was needed even for an affectionate teacher to right a wrong sentence, and always pressed me against her before taking off her arm. This fondling and petting she repeated often, as if she wanted to accustom me or better to accustom herself to them so as to increase gradually her caresses up to a well defined limit. I could not help thinking how different would have been the effects of her petting on me, only twenty-four hours ago. I should have been on fire, and eager to further such an intimacy. On the contrary, I was satiated and the love which I now felt for Mrs. Barnett as well as the exhaustive fucking-bout that had taken place the night before prevented me to get horny, while it would indubitably have happened so only the day before, had I had the soft body of Miss Jenny pressed against mine. I had not given up the idea of fucking her one day; far from it, for my recent discoveries in that field increased, on the contrary, my desires about her. If my nature was compelled to a standstill, my heart, on the other hand, was still engrossed in Miss Jenny and I loved her more for my being unable to love at all.
So, far from repelling her sweet attempts to caress me, I kept looking innocently at her with the most naive eyes and beamed every time she was smiling at me.
In the afternoon she grew bolder and she pulled me toward her with her arm around my waist, pressing me to her bosom and telling me that I was such a nice pupil, very attentive to her teaching, dutiful in my work, and that she was so sorry she had had to punish me so sternly last week.
"You will always behave from now on, will you not, George? You know I like you very much and I was as disturbed as you to have to whip you."
"Oh! yes, Miss Jenny. I'll keep doing my work and obeying you as long as you are fond of me. I love you so much, because you are beautiful and you speak to me so sweetly."
"Why, you little flatterer!"
She pulled me harder against her and kissed me tenderly; I kept my mouth on hers and gave back the kiss with usury, while I felt my passion rising. My prick began to swell and to quiver in my pants, and since Miss Jenny had me closely embraced and pressed herself still more against me while we kissed, she must have felt the throbbing, rearing penis against her thigh. I am convinced that she felt it, because she turned crimson and she told me, with a sigh, "Now, that is enough, go back to your chair like a nice boy and do your exercises."
I obeyed her order; she stood up, seeming somehow restless, left the room and stayed away for fifteen minutes at least. I was by now perfectly sure that she was a slave to her passions and that now that she had had a hint of my possibilities, she would do anything to make love with me one day or another, with more restraint than Mrs. Barnett-but, who knows, maybe with a more lustful ardor because she had no husband to appease her voluptuous appetites.
Anyway, I was in a very good position to wait for her deliberate surrender, since my lovely fucking teacher was in earnest to appease her pupil's lust, even if it was only to suit her own depraved passions.
The day was a very quiet one. Mrs. Barnett paid no particular attention to me and not once did she try to be close to me or to speak to me in private; she did not show any more familiarity with me than with my sisters, and to me in private; I did not show any more interest in her than on the preceding days. I studied her behaviour and acted accordingly.
Mother sent me to bed early, for she thought I had not slept enough the night before, owing to my dreadful nightmare, and wished me a peaceful, dreamless night.
This time, when my mistress came to her room, I was soundly asleep. She washed and dressed for the night, plaited her beautiful hair, dabbed perfume in her secret places, and only after performing these intimate rites did the sweet creature wake me up. She was ready to receive me in her bed and I was mad with delight to find her unmatchable body, fresh and fragrant, offered so passionately to the school-boy that I was then. I got up at once, led her to her bed and, without saying a word, I pushed her back on the counterpane and swiftly plunged my fierce prick up to the hilt into her palpitating quim and kept driving it in and out of her burning gash, already wet with come.
The fierceness of my attack and the violent thrusts of my blood-gorged cock seemed to spur the woman's lust, for each time I was stabbing at her gaping slit she was heaving her buttocks upwards and our pelvises were kissing with a delicious smacking sound. In our eagerness to come we attained quickly the final spasms of pleasure and we fell back in a heap; she kept moaning with pleasure for a long time while I was groaning and breathing heavily. We lay exhausted for some time, ecstatic after the delirious furor which had precipitated our coming.
Mrs. Barnett, at last, sighed and said to me, "Why George, you have been so wild tonight; you fucked me with such a furor that I ought to scold you for your haste, but it was so good that I forgive you. However, you must be more sensible in the future and not fuck as if your life was at stake."
"Oh! my dear mistress! I could not help it. You are so beautiful, and you have been so kind to me; I like and I worship every part of your lovely body. I know I should have had more self-control, but I know what I have got to do in order to be forgiven. I'll kiss every part of your delicious quim, from which we have already derived so much happiness, and I'll frig your clitoris to make you come in my mouth with your hot delightful spunk."
She was very willing to be sucked again, and she did not oppose any of my maddest wishes. I crouched by the bed and opened her thighs wide. I thrust my head between the ivory-white limbs and adjusted my mouth over her warm grotto which was still wet with her come and mine, and I found that the mixture of our love juices was the most delicious liquor I had ever tasted. I began lapping the white, pasty fluid between the thick lips of her cunt with wild strokes, and after that I sucked her hard clitoris applying my lips to its base in a tight ring and running my tongue over its burning tip, and all the time I was driving back and forth my thumb into the moist walls of her quim and working my forefinger into the pouting ring of her ass-hole. Sometimes I was taking my thumb out of her cunt and dipping my tongue deep into the soft warmth of her dilated quim. I made her come so wildly that she had several orgasms and bit her knuckles not to scream with delight.
Her cunt was still oozing out her own juice when I got on top of her and plunged my throbbing prick into the soft warmth of her cunt where I felt like sinking into burning velvet and, as it may be thought, I was so horny that I could have filled her vagina twice with my prick which had swollen to an incredible size. But of course the tightening of the hot walls of her grotto could only increase my sensations, and I fucked her like a madman.
"Stop that for a while, will you, Georgie, I'm going to teach you another position where it will be easier to keep your darling prick into me and to plunge it up to the hilt in a still more voluptuous way. You see, I am lying on my back, now; I'll show you."
She was stretched on her back and, passing her right leg over my hip, she told me to bend my knees and to open my legs, or, better, to raise my right leg higher. She put her left thigh between mine and moved her fanny slowly toward my rod. The lips of her cunt were offering to my prick a perfect target; she took it into her delicate fingers and led it into her warm grotto. I thrust it farther with one or two strokes and she helped me, arching her back and rocking her buttocks. I was then very snugly encased in her cunt.
Then, my mistress told me:
"Now we can fuck more easily and do as we please, either move or rest for a time, your prick will not slip out and I'm feeling it much better. Put it all the way. Oh! That is so good! Oh, I feel it! You see we can either fuck or talk together, and we will feel the slightest motion you or I will make. Do you like it? Does it feel good?"
"Oh! I'm in heaven!"
And while answering her I noticed that in that new position my hands were free and I began to caress her magnificent belly and her superb teats. Lowering my head I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked it with renewed ardor.
"Now, darling, that is enough. I want to have a few words with you. First, let me thank you for your diplomacy to-day. I see that I was right in relying on your tact. Your ingenuity when you gave them the description of your nightmare was a masterpiece and fitted perfectly my designs. I do hope, Georgie that you will, under my tutoring, become a model lover. You have shown, for the past few days, superlatively fine dispositions to make love. And one of your greatest assets is that you are not yet a man, though you are, in every respect, much more gifted than any ordinary man. You have already proved that you could keep a secret and that you had a resourceful imagination. You will be an idol for women, for how few are the men who can understand that the women want to be perfectly safe when they choose a lover and that the secrecy must be kept at all cost.
"Now, I must give you a piece of advice. We will not be able, alas, to keep fucking together at night very long. My husband will soon come back and take me away, and though life may offer us again opportunities to meet each other (and you know that when I say to meet each other, I mean to fuck together, because, you like it as much as I do, don't you Georgie?) we will never again be lovers as we have been during those few blessed days. Other women will have the privilege to gratify the passions that I have roused in you and the power of which I have revealed to you. I am going to tell you how you will have to behave with your next partners; what you have to do, and what you must avoid at all cost. Let me tell you, because I see that you seem to think that I'll be the only one and that you can't love another woman as much as you did love me, that it is imperative that you find new lovers, you need them and they will need you if you ever let them taste that beautiful prick of yours. You will have to make them believe that they are the first to fuck with you, that never before did you love another woman, and that they are the true embodiment of your most secret and passionate dreams. The idea of fucking with a "debutant" will give them twice more delight and you will partake of the voluptuous sensations you will have thus given them.
"I think you are of a reserved disposition, and it will serve you right, because would they come to know that you have been instructed already, they would plague you with questions about your first teacher in that field and you would have to reveal our intimacy to get rid of those inquisitive creatures. Of course, you could always say that nature instructed you first, and that you have had the opportunity to see the mating of dogs or a cow and a bull, but they will question you with their devilish cunning and when you will have contradicted yourself a few times, they will know the truth. Of course, it would be a disgrace for me because I risked my reputation to give you the delicious fucking lessons you liked so much last night and to-night, and I may say that I hope they will not be the only ones and that we will have still many more fucking sessions together. So, dear Georgie, you can understand now that as long as you are still a boy, you must look as ignorant as possible of those things, and give the idea that you are very willing to be taught the mysteries of love because you have a slight notion of what they can be. I hope we will be together for many more nights and that you will not have too soon the opportunity to fuck another woman, but I am most certain that with your passionate temper, dear, dear Georgie ... get it in all the way ... ah! it is so good! I'm sure ... sure ... that ... your ah! love life ... will ah! be a ... success!...."
That is how that charming woman taught me the precious trade of courting, and I may say that, without her disinterested advices, I would indubitably have erred very often, for there are many ways to win a woman's heart, but only one to obtain the precious access to her cunt, and that is to make her believe that she is the first to initiate you to the art of fucking. Women are so particular, that far from shrinking from the task of teaching that intimate game to an innocent youth, they will go to extremes, and will not spare you the smallest part of their science. There is not a word, not a trick that they will refrain from using because they think that their partner, not being able to compare with another woman's behaviour, will not be able to judge them, and they are all the more free and licentious. I owe to my first mistress the big success I have known later in fucking every woman I had a mind to fuck. The sensible observations of the delicious creature had filled me with so much gratefulness that my prick plunged fiercely into her superb cunt and she squirmed and twisted so much that she had to interrupt her oration.
"George, my darling, frig my clitoris with your forefinger ... suck the nipple which is close to you and give it to me all the way ... with your glorious rod!"
I did as I was bidden. She helped me in that delicate job of synchronizing our erotica thrustings, and we came together with a magnificent orgasm, I stuttering incoherent, obscene sentences while she was moaning hoarsely like a tortured woman.
The new embrace we had achieved allowed us to fuck almost ceaselessly because my prick was firmly engulfed into the soft depths of her artful crack and, had my lance been subject to the so frequent decline that follows a fucking session, the amazing grip of her greedy crack, the vaginal suction her crab-like cunt mastered around my prick would have been powerful enough so as to help prevent it from slipping out of limpness.
In the course of the following nights, many were the times when I went to sleep with my prick deeply shoved in the oven of her basking cunt, waking up several hours later to find the tool firmly wedged up to the hilt inside the voracious tube, stiff as a pole and ready for the next drilling.
Actually, we quieted gradually and were lying again in the same gratifying position when my delicious bed-partner reverted to her previous occupation of sketching out for me the organization of my future love-life. I have often, since those blessed nights, marveled at the perfect wisdom of her advices, and I have wondered how that charming woman who was yet so green in the world and especially in the field of amorous practices, could have got such a knowledge of the ways of the sex she belonged to and in the whole of the behaviors of mankind. I suppose love is a powerful master and she must have been a gifted pupil. In fact she was a gifted pupil for, if I was not then in a position to make comparison with other women, I have had the opportunity, later, to make extensive ones and they were all to the advantage of my delightful mistress. I must point out that, for more than forty years, thereafter, we remained the best of friends and I made her the confidant of all my erotic extravagancies, without her ever displaying any petty jealousy, but, on the contrary, showing the utmost satisfaction to the hearing of my fucking-bouts with other women.
Alas! Death only could part us-and death took her, leaving me alone and desolated, and no other woman could ever fill, in my life, the place my dearest friend had occupied.
I hope I shall be forgiven for those irrelevant sad memories, but time has flown by, since the events that I'm relating took place, and my heart is heavy with sorrow. How I grieve her death!
Let's go back to the bed where we lay screwed to each other with a device stronger even than a steel fastening. There was to rivet us a fleshy screw, blood-gorged and eager, and the powerful agent which had driven it was insuperable, because it was Love.
My prudent mistress wanted to call an end to our fucking and tried to advise me to get some sleep so as to recuperate from my tiring amorous toils; but nature and my youthful ardor had spurred me fit for a whole night of screwing; and, feeling that I was holding a perfect position inside the stronghold of my opponent, I used my legs as a vice gripping her free thigh with all my might. When I had assured a perfect mastering of her legs, I lowered my hand to her crotch and began to frig the swollen button of her clitoris; I excited her so much that she was quite beside herself in her frantic squirming and wriggling to reach her final climax and to come with those long orgasms of hers, the intensity of which I was now fully aware of and as eager as her to attain.
But she had another idea and told me, "Now darling, take it out, will you. There is still a position which you don't know and it will make you come beautifully. Open your legs so as to free my thigh."
She turned on her side, exposing to my eyes her superb buttocks, pressing them against my belly and thighs. She opened the lips of her cunt with her fingers and put the knob of my prick in the exact center of the soft nest of her burning crack. You may try to fuck in every position you well fancy, it is still from behind that you will get the utmost pleasure, and while it is much more exciting to give it to a woman hind ways, moreover she feels the rod more fully than in any other position. We fucked with a renewed ardor and she upheld my assaults with a frenetic pleasure. Exhausted, we went to sleep and again my prick had for a cradle the soft folds of her abysmal grotto.
When I woke up, about five hours later, I felt that my cock was still engulfed in the most delicious cunt that was ever created for the ecstatic rapture of fucking, and the inside walls of the voluptuous grotto were working around it their expert squeezing and twitching that used to make me horny almost without my noticing it.
Of course, my prick took a special pride in stiffening still more when it found itself embedded in the soft folds and crevices of the warm love chasm. For my part, I kept perfectly quiet, checking the jerkings that agitated my rod, widening the distance between the charming body of my mistress and mine, so as to behold her beauties at my fancy. I looked admiringly at the squareness of her shoulders, at her gorgeous arms; I gazed with rapture at the luscious sweep of her spine, the magnificent haunches and the creamy-white orbs of her buttock cheeks.
I began to rock back and forth gently, driving my rod slowly into her juicy cunt, until she woke up; spurred by passionate sensations my thrusting cock were rousing in her, she became an orgiastic fury maddened with the erotic ardor of her uncontrollable lust. I came as much as she did and sent into her a fuming jet of spunk that mingled with her own love-juice, foaming out of her enflamed cunt. Then, all of a sudden, she declared that I had fucked enough for one night and, getting up, she made me go back to my bed; where, though driven reluctantly, I fell in a heavy dreamless sleep. But luckily I did not oversleep in the morning and I was thus spared the tortures of renewed questioning which I could not have evaded as artfully as the day before.
Several nights went by and every night bore with it its load of passionate pleasure, of ravenous fucking in the fierceness of those few hours of freedom entirely devoted to the erotic games I had so quickly learned to love and to master if not to perfect.
One day, around the time of the month when the moon is full, Mrs. Barnett complained of a headache and told me she was not feeling very well. I was most anxious for her health, but she succeeded in tranquilizing me by explaining that it was quite natural and that she would tell me everything about it during the night. I had to wait long hours before the mystery was solved by my tactful mistress.
Indeed that same night, she came to me and sat on my bed to tell me why she was suffering and the reasons of the dreadful state of her health. She told me that women, when they are not bearing child, have monthly periods during which they bleed, and far from hurting them, this periodical flow, on the contrary reassures and comforts them. It occurs when the moon is full or about the new moon, and, when they are thus bleeding, they must abstain from intimate relations with men.
I had reached a desperate aching for fucking and my prick had stiffened to a bursting point. So, my dear and understanding mistress endeavored to relieve the aching tensions of my checked impulses, and taking my prick in her mouth she began a new exercise. Coating her finger with saliva, she drove it into my ass-hole and, imparting to the laborious finger a seesaw motion, she stroked what remained of my prick outside her mouth which all the time had been sucking it in the most effective manner. I ejaculated into the luscious expert mouth and my pleasure was most effectively increased by the piston-strokes of her finger into the responsive tunnel of my ass-hole; she swallowed the foaming syrupy sperm with gurgling sounds and sucked me to the last drop, and such was her eagerness to feast upon her lover's burning semen that she licked my throbbing prick clean and, finding it empty at last of the love liquor which seemed to titillate her palate better than any other kind of sweet beverage, she licked my balls with fierce strokes of her educated tongue and tried to make me come again by running her lips over the knob of my peter so as to excite the glans once more.
My lovely mistress had pumped out the last drop of my cooperative prick, and I could not give her any more. I lay exhausted and she seized the opportunity when I had no more fight left in me to inform me that we should be deprived of our usual fucking parties for four or five days more, and to my eagerness these few days seemed years and I was desperate. I had noticed when she kissed me that her breath had a peculiar smell and I asked her what she had eaten for dinner.
"Why, Georgie, what is on your mind to ask me such a question?"
"Well, I may say that your sweet and pure breath is now different and bears a smell that I'm unable to identify."
She smiled and patiently resumed her task or teaching the young brute that I was yet, and told me that her breath was altered because of her monthly period and that it went so with every woman. In fact, I had noticed quite the same alteration in Miss Jenny and I had thus the explanation of a puzzling problem.
My mistress had turned her attention again to my sex and, cupping the balls with a hand, she was, with the other hand, mastering a pump-like motion on the whole length of my rod, baring the skin over the glans in her upward strokes, and pulling it back over the tender helmet; wild waves of pleasure irrigated my body and I sank in a semi-detached mood at the same time agent and spectator to my own erotic sensations.
I kept pondering about the resources I had had a hint of in Miss Jenny. She had formed quite a habit of caressing me any time she could do it with impunity and, though she did not grow bolder and used to be quite satisfied with the most innocent fondling, she kissed me oftener. In fact she had included the kisses in the ceremony of welcoming me to the study-room, and dismissing me after the lessons. But the wicked little creature had devised a technique enabling her to kiss her male pupil inconspicuously, in that she kissed my sisters as well, and her tenderness was only normal regarding her three pupils, though I was the only one toward whom her tenderness was directed.
That same day, while she had encircled my waist and was as usual pressing me against her, I smelled that same odor which I had noticed about Mrs. Barnett. Following the same pattern, she too complained of a headache and said she was feeling poorly. I observed that dark rings had appeared under her eyes and, later on, I watched Mrs. Barnett and the same dark rings underlined her lovely eyes. Thus was I convinced that Mrs. Barnett and Miss Jenny were affected by the same illness.
The day after, mother ordered that the horses be put to the cart, and, indubitably aware of their ailment, proposed to Mrs. Barnett and to Miss Jenny to go along, adding that the open air would be good for them. They agreed at once: and my younger sister, eager to go for a ride, asked mother, "Please mother, take me along, I'll behave, I like riding so much!"
Lilian grumbled, saying that being the older she should be the one to be brought for a ride, but Dorothy said she had asked first. I managed to nod to Lilian so as she understood that we could have fun together if left alone, and the dear girl nodded back and desisted quickly. I thought that at last the time had come when my sister's initiation could be safely undertaken, and rejoiced when I saw the ladies get ready for departure.
Around eleven, the ladies climbed in the cart, and we remained a long time looking at the disappearing cart, until we could not see it any more. We came back to the parlor and Lilian threw her arms around my neck and kissed me wildly, saying, "Oh! Georgie, I'm so happy you nodded to me. I had not realized that we would be left alone for a whole afternoon. Now we are our own masters, you are going to tell me all the secrets you have got to reveal, and you will kiss my pussy like you did last time. My God, was it good! I could not take my ideas off it and I longed for the time when you would do it again."
"Yes, darling! I'll kiss and lick your pussy, and I'll teach you many more things, that you have not even been able to dream about yet. But we must be careful and we can't play together here, because we should run the risk to be caught by the servants. I'll tell you what we are going to do; we will tell them that we want to take a long walk in the country, and we'll leave the house. But instead of going away, we'll cross the wood and come back to the summer-house. Look, I have the key that opens it. There we will be perfectly safe from any watching, and free at last to do anything we fancy. Do you like my idea, sister?"
This summer-house was quite remote from the house, situated in a delightful site and erected on an artificial mount, so that from its windows, one commanded a magnificent view of the surrounding landscape. It must have been ten square feet, a sound roof covered it, and, during summer, the ladies of the house used to come here and work or spend leisurely hours; so that it was well furnished with small tables, chairs and even a sofa. I had decided long ago that here would take place Lilian's initiation, but I must say luck had served us, since I should never have imagined that such a blessed opportunity would be granted to us so soon.
Since the summer-house was always kept locked so as not to be dirtied by the gardeners or by the servants, I had snatched the key from its hook while the ladies were getting ready to leave; so, after waiting long enough not to be suspected of mischief, we said that we would take a long walk in the country so as, should any visitor come to the house, the servants did not get the notion that we could be found in the summer-house. We walked for some time on the road, then entered the wood, crossed it and arrived to the back of the park where we entered by a little side-door. We ran up to the little house, came in and locked the door. I pulled the shutters down, took off my dress-coat and divested Lilian of her shawl, hat and dress.
"Why do you want me to undress, Georgie? I'm not yet so hot. What is on your mind?"
"First, darling, your clothes prevent me to play with your pussy and to kiss it easily, and moreover, I don't want to rumple them because mother would wonder what was the game that did soil your dress. And you don't want mother to know that your dear brother put his face to your little pussy, do you?"
I did not have to add anything and she complied at once with the utmost complacency, going as far as taking off her petticoats and her corset, to be, in her own words, more at ease. So, following her example, I peeled my pants, explaining that it should allow her more freedom for looking at my little doll and playing with it.
When we had thus completed our preparations, I pulled her on my knees, first pulling up her shirt and mine so that her naked buttocks were in immediate contact with my bare thighs. The straps of her day-shirt slipped from her shoulders and I busied myself with her small tits, which were blossoming and the ivory-white smoothness of which was relieved by the pink strawberries of her nipples which sprung erect under my fingers. I applied my lips to the delicate button of a milk-colored teat and sucked it while titillating its springing tip with my tongue.
While I was tasting the savory breasts of my sister, she had raised up my shirt and was wondering at the big change in size and general appearance my peter had undergone. And, as her childish gesture had given me a powerful erection, she exclaimed, "Why, Georgie! How big it has become. How nice to bare its head by pulling the skin back; look, now I'm covering it again. Oh! It's real fun. Your doll is a very polite child, it takes off its hat to say good afternoon to Lilian.', It was a good thing she put an end to her innocent game, or my prick would have spurted out a gush of fuming come under the very nose of my little sister.
"Now tell me the big secret. You have hinted that it was concerned with your doll and my pussy. What can it be about?"
"I'm going to reveal it to you, but first of all you must promise never to breathe a word of it to anybody, not even to Dorothy, who is too young to know grown-up secrets."
"I promise, Georgie, please, go on."
"One day, I had entered the closet next to Mrs. Barnett's room to look for something when, all of a sudden, she and her husband came into the room and I had just enough time to hide in the closet.
"They came in, locked the door, and Mr. Barnett pushed his wife back on the bed and tucked up her skirts, allowing me to watch her pussy, hairy all over; yours will be very soon as hairy as hers, do you know that?"
"Why, Georgie, I had no idea real hair would grow over my pussy, I just kept thinking that the light fuzz which actually coats it would be the only kind of hair I should ever get down there."
"Well, to go on, Mr. Barnett kneeled down, put his head between her wide open thighs and worked with his mouth on her pussy in the same fashion that I licked yours last time, do you remember?"
"Oh! Georgie, I do remember! I told you it was so good, and I felt so strange after."
"It felt so good, that's exactly what Mrs. Barnett answered her husband when he was through with kissing her slit. Then, an enormous prick jutted out of his pants, a prick much bigger than mine, and he took it with his hands and shoved it inside Mrs. Barnett's pussy.
"I was very much afraid, because I feared he intended to kill her. But on the contrary, the huge lance entered most easily and all the while Mrs. Barnett was hugging him and kissing him with every possible evidence of pleasure. Mr. Barnett kept driving his doll forward and backward for some time until they stopped abruptly. Then he took it out and, shaking the dripping tool with one hand, he asked her if she had taken much pleasure.
"'It was heaven!' said Mrs. Barnett, 'I'm beginning to get quite used to it, but do you remember how much you hurt me the first time you put it into me?'
"After that, they got out of the room, and I left without having been discovered. But now I knew what was the real use of our own things, and that is what I'm going to teach you. We are going to reenact the scene that took place between them. Now lie back on the sofa, and I'll kneel down and kiss you like I did the other morning. You liked it, did you not?"
"Oh! Georgie! If what you say is true, I'm sure that I'll feel the same pleasure that I had when you kissed my pussy. You are going to do it exactly in the same fashion, are not you?"
"I'll do it in the same fashion, and many things more. Now, lie back and open your legs. Don't you experience a queer sensation only by opening your legs for me and letting me look to my content at your little pussy?"
"Yes, Georgie, and it's strange, because I never thought about that before, though many were the times when I have let you look squarely at my thing."
She reclined on her back and pulled her shirt up. My hand stole to her delightful belly and I began to stroke it and to rub her tantalizing mount of Venus. Then, I dropped to my knees and, heaving her legs, I swung them over my shoulders and I slipped my hands under her thighs and buttocks. I darted my tongue toward her tiny clitoris, which I found already erect, a proud pink mount inside the top of her slit. Under the intense licking of my agile tongue, the crimson button began to flutter, revealing an erotic pleasure which became quite obvious when she heaved her haunches and pressed her little burning cunt against my face. Impulsively she put her hands on my head and began to mutter tender words, a surprisingly quick achievement in so young a girl.
"Oh! Georgie, darling Georgie! It feels so good...! Please, do it again ... Oh! I like it ... Oh!...."
I did not really need any encouragement; I went on caressing my sister's cunt with my mouth, pulling at the erect clitoris with puckered lips, lapping at her slit with my tongue which flashed at the inner part of her gash, worrying the delicate skin inside the full lips, teasing the very center of her virgin crack and feeling in my spine waves of an exultant joy which echoed in the pulsating belly of my sister, and in the rippling which agitated the soft skin at the base of the buttocks, where they meet the backs of the thighs.
Lilian was babbling now, her breath had quickened and the jerkings of her body were imparting to me the message of the rising erotic feelings which she experienced.
"Oh! I feel strange now! Oh ... Oh! Please George, stop for a while ... I'm ... going to ... faint ... I can't go on ... I can't have any more ... pleasure ... Oh! ... Oh!...."
She jerked her thighs tautly and suddenly relaxed and she sent forth her first jet of come, very sticky but not very abundant. I did not fuss any longer with her quim but let her come back slowly to consciousness. Then, turning my eyes squarely to her, and smiling, I asked her if she had liked it.
"Oh! Georgie, it was Heaven! But I thought I was going to die. It is exceedingly good, but I can hardly bear such a pleasure."
"I know how you must have felt, but there are still more rapturous joys that I have got to teach you. However, I must kiss you and lick you once more, in the same delicious fashion, before doing to you that other thing I'm talking about, because the wetter will be the inside of your cunt, the easier it will be for me to drive my cock into it."
"But, Georgie, you don't imagine that you will be able to shove your doll into my slit, especially now that it has swollen to so large a size!"
"We will make a try, and if it hurts too much, we will give it up. But I do hope it will be all right, because you can't imagine the richness of the sensations my doll can give you if it enters your pussy."
So I went back to the ravening delight of sucking my sister's cunt, concentrating all my savoir-faire on the childish crack, applying in turn my lips, my tongue and my teeth to stir up her erotic sensations which would then serve my licentious designs. It took me longer to make her come, but I obtained a better result and she had a juicier orgasm than previously. Her small cunt, now beautifully dilated, was drenched with my saliva mingled with her own love-liquor, and quite ready to be acquainted with my prick, which I took the precaution to coat with saliva from the hilt down to the knob, lubricating the tool that was to be driven into my sister's virgin cunt. Then, I stretched over her body and imparted to my peter an upward movement, rubbing it along the full extent of her throbbing quim, tormenting the little helmet at the top with the knob of my rod and pushing her lips with little stabs. At last, I inserted the tip of my eager lance between the lips of this charming little crack. I did not meet with the difficulties I had anticipated because my working on her cunt and her two successive orgasms had relaxed her muscles and the passionate ensuing excitation had had a very effective action on her sexual organs; anyhow, I had engaged the head and at least two inches of the length of my cock, and she had only said, "How big it feels! It seems to open my pussy."
The newness of the obstacle, the naive words of my sister, had excited me tremendously and I strained my will now to stab her with a fierce thrust of my haunches. Then I met the absolute dam of her hymen-though I had not realized yet that it was the token of her virginity-her cherry-and, with a forceful lunge, I drove my throbbing penis into her sealed grotto. She screamed and said that I should have to stop because I was hurting her. But I was nearing my climax and I knew that I was going to succeed, so instead of listening to her entreaties I pushed harder, to cleave the gates of the sanctuary of love while she screamed with pain. No doubt that had I upheld my efforts I should have penetrated her with one or two furious stabbings, but I had not yet a perfect mastering of my reactions and I sent on her virgin beauties the erotic tribute of my burning spunk, and I still had not taken her cherry.
There was a good side to my abrupt coming, because I shot into her a foaming stream of come which not only appeased the searing pain in her cunt, but relaxed the high-strung walls of her quim and lubricated them enough to alleviate my future efforts.
For some time I remained very quiet and she was the first to talk, when the spasmodic twitchings of my stiffening peter had stirred in her another surge of passion.
"Georgie, you told me that the final stage of what we have been doing would be delicious, and I'm feeling that you have been telling the truth. It does not hurt me any longer, please go on. You can do everything you want to do, it is all right with me darling."
My prick was jutting out madly with the unconscious squeezing of the girl's cunt and the idea that she was right, that we were alone and that I could do anything I pleased with her made me homier than ever. I slipped my hand between her pelvis and mine and began to frig her clitoris, thus exciting her lascivious passion to the utmost point.
"Oh! Georgie, push hard and put it all the way into me, I want it so much, I'm on fire. I don't care if it hurts, drive it in!"
I had taken on a quick rhythm to stab her with short strokes, more to stimulate her sensations than to relieve mine; and since she was entirely unaware of what was threatening her cunt, she was spreading her thighs wide apart, and bucking up her haunches to meet my thrusts, thus dilating her vagina very effectively.
Buckling my forces, I thrust my steel-prick fiercely in a crashing lunge and I felt something give way and my peter darted across a burst open ring and secured at least two inches more inside the soft tunnel of the never-before-visited vagina, thus giving it a very rousing inauguration, if I may say. It hurt so much that my poor little sister screamed madly and wriggled and squirmed so as to disengage my torturing prick from her pain-frenzied gash; but I had secured so firm a position inside the soft walls of the newly awakened quim, that but for all her jerking and twisting she only succeeded in allowing my prick to penetrate up to the hilt. Her screams and tears excited me so much that I spurted out a streaming flood of spunk and fell exhausted on top of her, as rigid as a corpse. But though I had almost lost consciousness, my prick did not surrender the fort it had invaded and stayed inside with such firmness that the hair on my underbelly got locked and entangled with the sparse curls on her pube.
I remained prostrated for a few minutes and this relaxed interlude relieved most of poor Lilian's pain; the large quantity of come which I had spurted out into her torn crack acted like a balm and alleviated quite completely the sharp pangs of pain that sent their torturing waves across the burning wounds of the devirginized quim. Anyway, when we had recuperated enough so as to be able to have a quiet talk, she complained bitterly that I had given her agonizing pains and asked me to take my prick out of her at once. But, keeping my rod nicely tucked at the bottom of her tight slit, I told her that she would never again suffer so much and instead of hurting her, I was going to give her, from now on, unsurpassable pleasures and that she would at last know the voluptuousness of fucking and was soon to like it more than anything else.
We chatted for a few minutes and I soon felt that the delightful little cunt was palpitating and had taken on a kind of rhythmic pumping motion which was deliciously squeezing my quivering penis.
Even without any direct excitation, such as an amiable hand or a soft and engaging cunt, my peter was in perpetual erection, so it had all the more reasons to stiffen and expand inside this lovely little cunt that it had just been initiating to the mysteries of love; indeed, it had grown harder than ever, and Lilian, though she was, at first, in awe of a renewed fucking session, quickly experienced a passionate excitation as my prick was signaling inside her sensitive grotto and soon writhed her body with all the evident marks of a renascent desire to be fucked good and square. I did not budge a finger, nor for all that it was worth my big middle finger, the eleventh and more convincing partner as far as fucking was concerned, and figured that if I let Lilian reach her climax all by herself, my feelings would be gratified with the most erotic sensations I could hope for.
I was right in my reckoning and Lilian seemed to take it to heart to demonstrate practically the rightness of my theorem. Lilian's excitement reached a frenzy of lust and she squirmed and twisted her body under my impaling lance with an eagerness of pleasure which was quite gratifying to the teacher. We fucked in an ecstatic forgetfulness of everything that did not concur to our immediate voluptuous feelings, she was no longer my sister and an apprentice in the love tournament, but had graduated at once and I was driving my cock into an orgiastic woman electrified by her frantic lust. She had enfolded my prick in the vise-like grip of her greedy slit and instinctively was rocking her haunches back and forth as artfully as Mrs. Barnett did though the latter had the benefit of an intensive drilling that Lilian was far from being able to vie with.
But all things, even the good ones, must come to an end, and we came together with delighted screams and hoarse moanings of pleasure.
After our voluptuous ecstasy, she caressed me and ran her hands everywhere over my body, with little exultant cries, and she confessed that she had been wrong, that I had not lied to her when I had told her that pleasure would follow pain, and that nothing could stop the delicious sensations my darling prick had given her.
She said that now she would hardly say that it was too big but that it had exactly the right size to make her come beautifully. We lay embraced for some time, taking good care to keep my prick thrust deep inside her quim, the smallness and tightness of which excited me still more than Mrs. Barnett's wide one. We reciprocated, stroking and rubbing and frigging, and the eager peter stiffened tremendously, communicating to the dear little crack which answered willingly to any token of interest a new ardor, and we were soon in earnest to resume our fucking.
I noticed then to my wonder that my dear little sister was endowed with a most particular and gratifying ability to make the walls of her cunt squeeze and suck a prick, in what is usually called the "nut-cracker" trick. It is a mighty gift which increases the man's pleasure as much as the woman's. As for my sister, I had no sooner driven my prick into her than I understood that she possessed that marvelous gift and it never failed her, during the long years thereafter when I went on fucking her with the wildest pleasure.
The dear girl was beyond herself with joy because she had come so much and she was now sure that she would never suffer again. Oh! she rubbed me so gently and with so much fire that I did not have the heart to take my rod out and we went on caressing each other until my prick had recovered its former stiffness and reverted to the exalting task of fucking my sister's quim. Lilian twisted her haunches and rocked and jerked her buttocks, tightened her cunt around my throbbing peter and we came with such a demoniacal fury that the ensuing relaxing state was a rigid numbness somehow similar to death, which is often the case after a real wild and successful fucking. When we came back to our senses, I had to take my prick out of her gash, because I was crushing her body under mine.
I have always marveled at the strength in a delicate woman's body which enables the frailest one to bear the much heavier weight of a man's body, and not only are they doing it without pain but they seem to take their burden with joy. I have not, to this day, been able to understand why it is so. But the fact cannot be denied.
We stood up and grew alarmed on seeing that my prick was smeared with blood and that a mixture of spunk and red blood oozed out of her quim. We could not figure out the reason of her bleeding and were very much afraid. I pondered for some time over the puzzling situation and came to a decision that the red dripping was the natural result of my forcible attempts to pierce the dam of her closed cunt and that the pleasure she had so evidently experienced was the sure proof that there was nothing to be afraid of. I succeeded in convincing her quickly of the rightness of my reckoning and we endeavored to remove all the traces of our bloody fucking. Happily the sofa upholstery was a red material and when I had sponged with my handkerchief the mixture of come and blood that smeared it, there was no suspect spot to betray us; with the same handkerchief we wiped Lilian's cunt and we saw with relief that her shirt had been so carefully tucked up that no blood stained it.
We had brought pastries and a small bottle of wine, so we ate and drank and could thus restore our forces. We started again a frigging round, she concentrating her efforts to seize my prick and play with it and I intensely concerned with a general investigation of her body which I turned around and placed in every position I could devise so as to have a good view of her, under every angle. The weather was very warm and the temperature had risen inside the summer-house so we decided to take off all our clothes. We were soon stark naked and embraced each other voluptuously. Then we concentrated on an extensive acquaintanceship of each other's body.
My dear sister was promising to become a superb woman, her shoulders were already firm and square, her arms, though thin, were cast on a perfect mould, her hips were ample; as for her buttocks, they were gorgeous, firm and round; they were bound to blossom magnificently. I forced her to kneel on the sofa, to bend her neck and to open her legs; and, falling to my knees behind her, I sucked her cunt until she had an orgasm and spurted out a flood of love-juice, quite unusual in quantity in so young a girl; then, standing up, I pierced her with my burning prick without altering her position and fucked her from behind in a perfect demonstration of buttocks-cleaving; and she said that she was coming tremendously that way, much more than when we were fucking facing.
Hours of bliss went by. I taught her to fuck when we were lying on our sides, because it had been so delicious a discovery doing it with my mistress, and I noticed that dear Lilian was a more gifted pupil than I, and offered evidence of greater aptitudes even than her teacher's.
Dusk was coming, so we dressed hastily, straightened out the room, removed all traces of our staying in the summer-house, and went back to the house. On the way, we swore solemnly never to breathe a word to anybody about the rapturous pleasures we had discovered together and agreed that it would be wise not to betray our intelligence by too intimate behaviour. I urged Lilian strongly to take hot water and wash her cunt extensively and those were my very words for it may be thought that I had not lost time in teaching her the true erotic language, and she knew now how the sexual organs were to be called as well as the verb "to fuck" which expresses the act of generation, or better, the intimate intermixing of male and female sexual organs.
Thus was spent and concluded the first voluptuous fucking lesson I gave my sister and it will be understood how much more piquancy was added to this process by the idea of our close kinship.
In the course of my long love life I have found out that the closer we are related, the stronger is our excitement, because the notion of incestuous libidinous ties is bound to stimulate our passions to such an extent that if we are in the fall of our life, we are rejuvenated by the mere idea that we are shunning the established conventional laws.
We had spent a long hour yet in the parlor when the ladies came back from their trip to the town. My dear Lilian complained of a stiffness and a sharp pain in her thighs. I advised her to lie for some time on the settee and to try to doze for a while, and for my part I fell to a slumber; we went to sleep together and did not wake up before the ladies' return, which was as noisy and fluttering as a convention of ladies can be.
I told Lilian to hide her pain as much as possible and to say she was feeling unwell and would go to bed earlier; she added that our long walk in the country had exhausted us, because we had enjoyed it so much that we had exceeded by far the radius of our intended walk.
Mother sent her and me to bed early, since she was still treating me like a child, and I was soundly asleep when the charming Mrs. Barnett woke me up with her passionate caresses. For once, I would gladly have avoided the usual erotic process, but is there a boy about my age whose senses would not be roused by the presence of a lovely woman, entirely devoted to the exciting process of fucking?
And since she was not yet in a shape enabling her to fuck, she sucked me as usual, pumping out of my overworked prick the last drops of a white and sticky sperm. When she had drunk her content of my elixir, I walked staggeringly to my own bed and fell to a much deserved sleep.
The three following days went by without any noticeable happening. Lilian stood firmly in her disguising of her true illness and suffered heroically for the sake of her first fucking and for all the love-bouts that were to come. She confessed later that she had suffered very sharp pains because her nerves must have been badly shaken by the suddenness of her erotic discoveries, and the ensuing reaction hurt her very much. It was good for us, too, that the occasion did not present itself to resume our fucking very soon, because it allowed her ample time to recuperate from the hurting results of her initiation to the delights of love. Every night went by and bore me the usual relief of my erotic excitement which my voluptuous mistress had undertaken to give me by way of her mouth and since she could not, for some time, do it with her luscious cunt. At last, her bleeding ceased and her periods were over, to my intense satisfaction.
But I had to wait a whole day more before she allowed me to resume my orgiastic genital manipulations, because she forbade me even to come to her bed before she had quite recovered from her hideous monthly flow.
She told me it was the only sensible thing to do in order to prevent a possible comeback of her periods, and she added that many were the times when they were followed by a flow of a white liquor, the acridity of which could injure my health. She said, too, that she loved me so much and that my health was so precious to her that she would never do anything liable to harm it.
At that very instant I felt frustrated but I soon realized that the wisdom of this priceless woman was a wonderful proof of her love for me and of the deepness of her feeling for her young lover.
At last, I was again allowed to share her couch and we resumed our amorous games with an ardor enhanced by the preceding term of necessary abstinence. Oh! I was as eager as she to reenact our lubric games, and our luxurious dispositions were gratified beyond our wildest expectations. Night after night we experimented with new positions so that we kept increasing our erotic pleasure instead of reaching satiety by the fastidious process of never-changing amorous practices.
We devised an enchanting new position: she asked me to lie on my back. Setting herself astride my body, she straddled me by kneeling down. She was keeping her trunk erect or, better, reclining back slightly; she shifted her haunches until the knob of my rearing prick was exactly at the level of her gaping quim; then, grasping the throbbing lance, she guided it towards the gates of the sanctuary of love and lowered her body gradually on it, impaling herself on the stiff peter. The clustered curls of her cunt got entangled into my own hair; then, with a calculated slowness she heaved up her fanny, with the result that the hardness of my knob was slipping almost entirely out of the moist softness of her vagina with a wet sound, then was greedily gulped again by the gaping mouth of her yawning orifice.
It was an almost perfect position, because it enabled us to contemplate fully the work of our genitals. At last, she was straining so much that she fell on top of me too exhausted to go on; I groped her buttocks and pressed them against my steely prick, and inserting a finger into the trail of her ass-hole, rammed it with a seesaw motion which sent in her wild waves of maddening pleasure and we quivered with spasms of voluptuousness and came in long and rapturous orgasms.
It would be only fair to add that, in the course of those furious fucking sessions, I never abstained from making occasional incursions into the hole which puckers its pleated ring next to the grotto of love.
My delightful mistress allowed me access to it quite willingly, but only after I had duly fucked what lay immediately in the middle of her crotch and when she had ascertained that I had drenched her with enough spunk so as to lubricate the tighter canal.
I fancy that it will be interesting to insert now, in the course of my narration, a letter sent by my lovely mistress to one of her intimate friends, whom she had known since her school-years, and I shall take the liberty to make the addition of the answer she got from her friend. The content of those two letters was disclosed for my benefit several years after the time when they were written and only after I fucked the two charming correspondents, for we found quite a close trio; I think I can really consider myself, or better consider my prick as the axis around which had been established our friendship, and never did jealousy enter their charming heads. If I fucked one of these remarkable women, the other was as pleased as if I had visited her quim and they were as grateful for what was done to the other as for what was performed on their own quim. But I see that I'm anticipating, because the story of our three-cornered friendship is so amazing that it deserves a whole book, and I have set my mind that I shall write that book later on.
If I'm now publishing those letters, it is because they are connected with the events I have been relating. They disclose with accuracy what lay in my mistress's mind when she was initiating her young pupil; her voluptuous nature will be understood better as well as the quality of her erotic rapture at teaching so gifted a pupil. The letter contains flattering notations about myself and proofs that she loved me beyond what I really deserved.
Here is the first letter that this enchanting woman wrote to her friend:
Mrs. Barnett to the Hon. Mrs. Zacharias....
Dear Luisa, I intend now to fulfill my promise and tell you all about my first married night; but, dear friend, you must be faithful, too, and write to me how you spent yours. Won't you?
Do you remember how the sensual young girls that we were used to rave together about their first night of love? Well, as you know, I got married to a very congenial fellow, and, after the usual ceremony of the bridal lunch, we left the assistance and took the railway up to Barleys, where this magic night was to be spent. We were alone in our carriage, but Henri behaved with the utmost decency. He took me on his knees and kissed me many times but ever so gently and with a delicacy which filled me with gratitude.
We came to Barleys about dinner-time and we had a nice enough meal. The hours between high tea and the time to go to bed stretched morosely, because I was as preoccupied as Henri with the coming events of that unique night.
My husband wrote a letter to his mother telling her we had traveled safely and assuring her that he was immensely happy. Then he asked me, with a perfect poise, if I wanted to go to bed. Unable to make out if I wanted to submit at once to the ordeal of the initiation or if I should ask for a little delay, I mumbled that it was all right with me and took the candle out of his proffered hand. He told me that he would come shortly after and kissed my forehead.
The servant took me to a nice enough bedroom for we had chosen a first-class hotel-heavily-curtained. I saw that it contained a large double-bed, that a dressing-room opened on it where I discovered all kinds of basins which I was not able even to guess the use of. I sat on the bed and remained engrossed in my thoughts for ten minutes; at last then I began to take off my clothes. I had already slipped my night-gown on and had not kept anything else save my stockings, when I heard footsteps nearing the door. My husband entered the room and locked the door behind him.
Oh, dear Luisa, I felt queer all of a sudden. I was practically naked, because, you know that the bridal night-gowns are traditionally made of a very filmy material-and alone in this room with a man! And to make matters worse, this man was my husband and possessed every right on my body that he might choose to exercise. He sat in an arm-chair and pulled me to his knees. There was nothing else between my buttocks and his naked thighs but my light night-gown, because he had undressed in the next room and had only kept on his shirt and morning-gown the sides of which had opened on each side when he had sat. He glued his lips to mine and, instead of kissing me in his usual close-lipped fashion, he thrusted his tongue inside my palate and began ramming it around and worrying my tongue with the tip of his. In the same time, his hand had stolen to my buttocks, which first he caressed, then pinched between thumb and fore forefinger. You know that my haunches are firm and ample and he explored them with great care.
Then, gradually, he moved his hand to my thighs, rubbing and pressing them so as to feel fully their shape and hardness. With a maddening slowness his hand crept to my belly and, suddenly, started to press my mount of Venus. You know how exciting those strokings are, and the preliminaries to what was coming after are ever very incentive, but I was so ashamed of his licentious tentative that I felt quite ill at ease.
Understanding my eagerness, he tucked up my night-gown, and first put his hand on my thighs, then fondled my slit with the pulp of his fingers. He seemed delighted to find it-you used to like it too, didn't you?-covered with a thick bush of hair. He tangled his fingers into the curled fur, pulling at them to judge of their length; he seemed amazed to find my pubic hair so long, and his eyes began to water and his face to betray his ardent excitement. He said, "Open your thighs, darling."
I obeyed unconsciously but felt a wave of pleasure overcoming me at the very idea that I was, for the first time, opening my crotch wide under a man's gaze. He inserted his forefinger into the lips of my cunt and began to frig my clitoris. You know, darling, Luisa, because you had so many occasions to convince yourself of it, what excitability it possesses and how long it can get when properly stroked. So you imagine how excited Henri was when he discovered its voluptuous responses to the quivering motions his finger was applying to its very tip.
He asked me, "Do you like it, darling?"
I confessed that I did like it, very much indeed, and my cheeks began to burn under his libidinous gaze.
He thrust his finger deep into my cunt, then abruptly stood up, discarded his morning-gown, heaved me up in his arms, laid me across the bed and put a pillow under my head. He pulled my legs free of the bed and let them dangle by the side. He kneeled down, forced my thighs apart with his arms, pushed his head toward my pussy and began to lavish kisses on it; he soon did more than merely kissing it, he licked and sucked my clitoris that had sprung erect under the strokes of his tongue and was flapping wildly and throbbing responsively under his mouth. I felt a surge of passion radiating into all the nerves in my body. I burned all over and could not help wriggling my buttocks and my haunches convulsively.
"Do you like it too, my love?"
"Oh! yes, I like it very much, very much-why, I love it, please, go on!"
I was beside myself with the excitement he had roused in me. Then, he stood up and took my legs under his arms, and all the time, he was caressing them with the palm of his hands.
"You have got the most beautiful legs, darling!"
I could see that something was bulging out underneath his night-shirt. He moved a little forwards, secured my legs tightly under his arms and I felt a hard and large thing push against my cunt. With the forefinger and thumb of his left hand he opened the lips of my quim, separated with a flapping sound, and with his right hand he drove home his prick which sank exactly in their middle. With a violent thrust of his haunches he plunged the big knob of his peter inside my gaping crack. You know, darling, that neither of us were really virgin since with the help of our respective fingers or mouths we had succeeded in dilating quite effectively our vaginas. We had played together too much at sucking or frigging each other to have an intact cherry left; so the access to the grotto of love was not as painful as I had dreaded. However, never before had my quim allowed access to a man's prick and my husband was endowed with an exceedingly large one. I felt a sharp pain and screamed, "Why, Henri, you are hurting me awfully, what are you doing? It's a real pain, darling, is love that painful?"
"You want to know what I am doing, my love: I'm slipping it into your cunt, that's what I'm doing; be brave, darling, and you'll go wild with joy."
A second fierce stabbing allowed the burning lance to enter halfway, and the last one, still fierce, made it sink at the very bottom of my vagina. I screamed louder and tried to get rid of the excruciating tool that was tearing at my vitals.
"My goodness, sir, you are killing me. I can't bear such a painful ordeal, if this is love, I don't want to make love, I don't like it!"
He did not even pay attention to my entreaties but, securing his hold on my leg, he began rhythmic motions which alternately rocked his haunches back and forth and kept pushing his enormous tool into my quim with a frantic furor. A sensible woman can hardly bear unresponsively the orgiastic furor of such a burning penetration. First of all the friction of the piston-like motions inside the moist walls of my cunt began to alleviate the hurtful thrusts, and succeeded in rousing in my inner cavity the riotous sensations of my rising lubricity. I felt gradually a ravishing pleasure and I could not help bucking up my buttocks to meet the violence of its rhythmic stabbings.
"You see, angel, you are beginning to like it, and your rocking is very effective. Now you see that I was right when I told you that your actual pain would soon be followed by a heavenly pleasure! Aren't you delightfully happy now?"
"Oh! yes, I'm happy! But what I feel is so strange, I really ... don't ... know ... what it ... is...."
He had quickened his strokes and was rousing in me a turmoil of unbridled passionate sensations; I was flinging my haunches up madly to meet each surging drive of his flesh and I was feeling very queer when all of a sudden he inhaled deeply and stopped his seesaw motions. His tool stiffened and swelled still more and a torrent of hot liquor spurted out of it and filled my womb.
My dear Luisa, you have now heard the faithful recording of my first experience of a man's ability to make a woman come, and I have not spared you the smallest detail. I'll tell you now how we concluded the bridal initiation.
My husband slipped his huge prick out of my quim (he told me later that he has a much larger peter than most men) and let my legs loose. He pressed his body against mine and kissed me passionately, telling me I had been very brave and that, in the future, I should never suffer again, not even slightly, and he added that his first impression was that I was endowed with passionate dispositions and that he could promise me that it would enable me to reach the peak of voluptuousness when making love with him. That is how, dear Luisa, I learned that I was more gifted than most women, while my lucky star had seen that I married a similarly gifted husband, so it could be said that his dispositions were jutting outside while mine were more hidden but equally interesting.
He fondled me for some time, getting first hand information about the geography of my body and taking great pains not to leave unexplored the smallest piece of skin. Then he stood up, helped me to take off my stockings and put me to bed baby fashion after he slipped himself under the bedsheets by my side.
As he was pulling up the bedcovers so as to lie by me, he said that he wanted to kiss the dear little hairy thing which had given him so much pleasure. He started kissing it with puckered lips and played with it, marveling at the thick fur which covers my mount of Venus and feeding his gazes on my belly, the whiteness and beauty of which he praised warmly; then, he bared my breasts, admired their erect proudness; he cupped his hands around them and sucked the upright nipples and worried them with his tongue. Of course, the whole process was beginning to excite me, and for his part, his tool had recovered fully the stiffness it had experienced a short while before and was jutting out spasmodically. Seeing that I was eyeing the lively instrument with a mixture of shyness and amorous hunger, he took my hand and lowered it to his prick, demonstrating extensively the maneuver, which filled me with wonder, of covering and uncovering the big helmet with the skin which now stretched like the finger of a glove and now rippled with tiny folds like a rumpled piece of light silky material; at last he could not resist any longer and he secured a snug position between my thighs and drove his prick into that same sensitive spot which had made me come so beautifully. Of course it still hurt a little bit and my insides burned with a scorching pain but they had been duly oiled by the sperm and his penetrating lance sheathed itself inside my cunt with a forcible shoving. I may say that the operation was concluded with as much ease as if I had been wholly accustomed to have my intimate parts visited by a friendly oversized cock. His balls slapped against my fanny and our hairy bushes got entangled to further their acquaintanceship. My husband paused and told me, "Now, darling, we are going to do it slowly, and in a more elaborate way so that my darling wife can explore the whole scale of pleasures of fucking, for that is the word which applies to what we have been doing together; so I am going to drive it into you gently at first until you get excited and you reveal that it is time to go at it quicker to make you reach your climax."
No sooner said than done, and he succeeded in rousing in me the most lascivious sensations, which in turn agitated my body with spasmodic jerkings which greatly increased his own excitement. My body writhed and squirmed under his piercing bludgeon and in an ecstatic forgetfulness I clasped him in my arms and pressed him against my belly and breasts.
He cried with delight:
"You are an angel! No doubt your body was designed especially for fucking. Lock your legs around my waist will you-all right, you are doing fine-and brace up; now I'll quicken my rhythm and we will fuck for our life. You will die of happiness! I want to make you come beyond your wildest expectation."
Honestly, Luisa, I am at a loss for words to describe the violence of the voluptuous sensations he communicated to my cunt; he precipitated his assaults with shortest and quickest jabs at my gaping gash and I had achieved a cadence which met his frenzied thrustings with the quivering barrier of my bucking buttocks. Suddenly I arched my back, he froze into rigidity and we attained the peak of our lascivious rapture at the same instant. He fell back over my body, exhausted, and sent a fuming jet of burning come inside the taut walls of my cunt which palpitated under the drenching seminal shower which did not cease for a few seconds. I was pressing my husband against me and moaning tender and grateful words. My dear husband was entranced and kept kissing and stroking me in the sweetest way, whispering in my ear that never before had he known so voluptuous an exaltation and that there was no expert lover with knowledge surpassing my inborn science, and that I was so gifted by nature that I had been able to give him as much pleasure as if I had been already married a whole month. And he added humbly that he hoped I had come as splendidly as he had because the excessively lascivious sensations I had roused in him had prevented him from concentrating fully on his intended task of making me come gradually and extensively.
We were locked in the warmest embrace; he Kept applying his tongue to the very tip of my nipple, suddenly nibbling the taut tit; he chewed my lips and nuzzled under my armpits and unconsciously I was seized with a new amorous ardor and quivered with desire.
My husband told me, "You know, darling, I am aware that you are willing to have my prick work again in your cunt. I will shortly be in battery; be patient, it is recuperating from the frantic tugging your devilish little slit has exerted on it."
And so it went. I felt the dear cock swell gradually inside the tightened walls of my shuddering crack and I could not help squeeze it with convulsive jerks, though I was most ashamed because my husband had noticed it.
"Don't be afraid, my love, to display your passionate sensations. On the contrary, you must yield yourself to their impetuous movements, and by letting your voluptuous impulses carry you, you will increase my pleasure as much as yours. I intend to initiate you to all and every secret mystery of Venus, and I want my beloved wife to become one of her fervent worshippers. I shall not spare my pains to teach you all the tricks of perfect fucking and I dare say I shall be rewarded when the pupil becomes a master."
I had by now lost all restraint and worked myself frantically over his foaming flag-pole. My loins were aflame and the speeding up of his strokes was sending rhythmic thrills in my arched spine. Suddenly my cunt seemed to open still more its gaping furnace and I answered my husband's ecstatic paroxysm by a juicy volley of foaming love-liquor. Henri took his prick out of my cunt and I dare say the greedy little pussy would have gladly welcomed another round of that delicious wrestling against the buttress-style thrustings of the iron-hard invading prick. But my husband rolled on his back; and, enfolding me in his arms, he went to sleep. I was too excited to go to sleep, and I lay awake most of the night, binning all over with feverish agitation.
The morning came and I was still twisting and squirming, unable to relax enough so as to get some rest. I had struggled so much in my insomniac struggle that the blankets had fallen to the ground and there was only a thin bed-sheet left on our bodies. Turning toward my husband, I saw that the linen was bulging out around the middle of his body. Though I knew that it was his cock, I felt an unchecked curiosity and wondered if I could take a look at it; my husband was soundly asleep so, I pulled the bed-sheet, taking great care not to wake him up, and I beheld the dear tool that had hurt me so much-to give me later so voluptuous sensations.
You do remember, Luisa, how eager we used to be to see a man's prick, during our school-years, and how often, when confronted with a little boy's thing, we discussed about its future shape and size. Well, my dear, the opportunity was now presenting itself for me to look at my fancy at that thing which used to rouse our interest so much. I could not prevent the corner of the bed-sheet to touch slightly the rearing red knob in passing, and the dear little devil quivered and palpitated like a frightened rodent. I was afraid Henri would wake up, but happily he did not, and I waited until his peaceful breath had quite convinced me that he was asleep. Slowly, with infinite care, I raised my body and for a few minutes I remained seated beside him, beholding the dear cock which I had so much longed to see and to put my hands on: the proud rearing prick was as firm as a stone pillar, and leaning slightly toward his belly. It was quite a shock when I discovered that close to its base swelled a kind of large purse, inside which two big balls were delineating two protruding hemispheres; a thick bush of dark clustered hair covered it and most of his belly.
Unable to check my impulse, I bent my head and puckered my lips in a mock-kiss, but I only brushed it with my lips. I don't know if the devilish prick felt my hot breath, but it shuddered with a startling responsiveness. Why, the size of my husband's peter was enormous, and it puzzled me more when I thought back that he had driven the whole length of it inside me; my husband's was no undersized cock, believe me! I was quite convinced that my hand would not be large enough to encircle it fully, and felt an urge to experiment it but I was afraid to wake Henri. What would he say if waked up in such a familiar fashion. The mere idea of being caught taking measurements of his prick made my cheeks burn. But I was already so excited by the sensitive behaviour of the nervous little fellow that I could not check any more my impulse to get first-hand information about that sky-pointing peter.
So I reclined back and lowered my body to be at the level of my husband's pelvis. Quietly I reached my arm over him and brushed the erect cock with the pulp of my fingers, and the amiable tool quivered and jumped under my inquisitive hand. Henri was still soundly asleep. This time I gripped the palpitating tool and tried to close my hand around it, but there was not any hope that I could ever succeed. I could close my fingers immediately under the knob, but it was impossible to do so around its base. As to the length, I figured that it would take three times my hand to cover it from the hilt to the knob which by now offered its uncovered glans, which was very red. I was breathless with excitement and lost my control. I bowed my head and kissed the crimson helmet, then I must have opened my lips unconsciously because all of a sudden the darting tool was inside my mouth and pressing his head against my palate.
To further my embarrassment, I heard my husband talking to me. He was saying, "Oh! My beloved, it is darling of you to wake me up in so voluptuous a way. Go on, my lamb, you can chew on it, I have got a sturdy one. Go on, dearie!"
I was horrified to have been caught in such an occupation, and turning crimson, I buried my head against my husband's breast.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, my darling, my prick belongs to you as much as to me. So you have got every right to look at it, and to kiss it and to stroke it. Come on, don't be ashamed. Did not you like it?"
But I could not be soothed by his tender words and hid my face away from him. He tried to pull my chin up but I freed myself and turned my back on him. He clasped me against his belly by encircling my waist with his arm and, before I could realize what it was all about, he pushed his hand between my thighs, guided his huge prick into the lips of my cunt and with a powerful lunge shoved it in me all the way and I felt it had entered much deeper than the evening before. I must confess that my complacent playing with his prick had excited me tremendously and I had felt that my cunt was drenched with ante-come, but I was utterly astonished because I had never thought it possible to fuck in a face-forward position. The demonstration of the validity of the experimentation filled me with lubric ecstasy because I was in a better position to squeeze it with the tightening of my quim, and Henri had started to frig my clitoris, which is really the most excitable part of a woman's crack. He fucked me so successfully that I had several orgasms and my love-juice flowed all over him before he had reached his climax. So my husband went on with the piston-action of his steel-prick all the time rubbing and stroking the erect head of my burning clitoris and made me come several times before the final spasm of pleasure which we attained together in a mad frenzy of lascivious exaltation. We were in an ecstasy of ardent lust.
My husband said that never had he felt so acute a pleasure in the "nut-cracker" tricks my cunt had performed, and he added that he had never met a more responsive clitoris than mine. You must remember, Luisa, how the little mount, when excited, would swell and stiffen and could protrude to the length of an inch. And when I was playing the part of the husband by laying on your belly and rubbing my cunt against yours, you used to say that when I inserted it between the lips of your crack and rubbed it against yours, you were coming as splendidly as me. Since that first night of love, many were the times when my husband kissed my clitoris and sucked it and he is firm in his belief that it is one of the biggest.
Actually, my husband could not take his prick out of my cunt, and he explained to me that I had tightened my cunt so strongly around his peter that no matter how willing he may have been, the extraction could not be completed. And truly, my cunt was squeezing it in spite of myself and I could have been murdered on the spot rather than let the dear tool go out.
My husband was mad with happiness. He managed to turn me around slightly and kissed me and caressed me with a passionate ardor. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and sucked my taut nipples while he kept tickling and frigging my clitoris. Soon I felt his prick swell and stiffen inside me and he started again his thrustings back and forth. We fucked and fucked wildly and I am sure that I had two orgasms before joining him in the final stage of our lascivious pleasure. He came with a scream so piercing that I'm afraid it was perceived by the servants which had been up yet for a long time. We remained hugging each other for half an hour, drenched with sperm and ecstatic with erotic pleasure.
Then my husband told me he was ravenously hungry. He got up and dressed quickly. He told me that I was to stay in bed and that he would get my breakfast and bring it to me himself. While waiting for it, he added, he would ask that hot water be brought to me so that I could wash. I was deeply grateful for his delicacy and loved him more yet if possible for the gentleness of his attitude.
It was a good thing the water was soon taken to me and I felt refreshed after washing. I went back to bed but my body was stiff and every gesture was a pain.
My darling husband brought the breakfast tray himself and told me I should restore my forces. I understood later that he had advised me wisely because he fucked me three times during the day, each time giving me a more elaborate and more intense erotic pleasure. Shall I add that the following night found him as vigorous as ever and ready to fuck me with a renewed ardor.
We spent three weeks at Barleys and he never fucked me less than four times every night, and he declared that I had perfected my style and had become exceedingly skilled in the exercising of my erotic inclinations.
Mrs. Barry, an old friend of Henri, had asked us to come and spend a few days in her company, because she lives in the country and thought we would enjoy a short stay in the beautiful district where she has established her residence. So we left Barleys and came to her place, which is the most charming country house and surrounded by a delightful wooded park. I'm writing to you from this place, which I like very much indeed. We had no sooner arrived than Henri was called back to the town for some urgent business dealings and he left me here, for at least a whole month. You are going to pity me because you think that my passionate dispositions were to encounter a cruel depriving of their erotic fulfillment, are not you? Well, do you remember George Barry? You must think that he is a mere child, but you are entirely in the wrong, dear Luisa. One afternoon, Henri had followed me in our bedroom and, as usual, sucked me and fucked me on the edge of the bed. I was ready to leave the room after we had performed our intimate game when, opening the door of a closet I found no other than Master George, hidden among my dresses. I understood at once.
Of course, the boy had watched the whole performance. I talked to him most tenderly and he promised he would not tell anybody. To secure his discretion, I resolved that he would get rid of his virginity with me. A few days later, my husband left the house and Mrs. Barry went with him, taking with her the governess and the two younger sisters, leaving George to keep me company. We went together to the drawing-room and I chose deliberately to sit on a low chair and to cross my legs high enough so as to let him see my legs up to the garters and a little piece of flesh above them. I was not disappointed with George. I saw him look eagerly to the pink flesh, he got very red in the face and his prick quivered visibly inside his pants. I had quickly unbuttoned his fly and, you must believe me, dear Luisa, a man's prick jutted out, though he is no more than fifteen. Luisa, that child's prick is nearly as big as Henri's! Don't you think I was lucky? I tucked up my skirts, and the gallant little boy, falling on his knees, began to kiss and suck my cunt. I had to reward him and I had him lie on his back, and sat astride his face. I took his cock in my mouth and lowered my quim to his lips and we began to suck and pull and nibble at the delicious dish that was offered to us. We came in the same moment, and we had the juiciest orgasms. Nothing was lost of the precious seminal liquor for we drank as much as possible of the life-giving elixir.
Everybody here treats him like a child, and it was easy to obtain that my Georgie's little bed be brought in the room adjoining mine. You will have guessed of course that his new room opened on mine by a door which is usually kept locked, and that we were both quite willing to unlock it. They sent him to bed early but, when I came up to my room he was wide awake and waiting for me. And, dear Luisa, I have had the delicious privilege of initiating him to the voluptuous art of fucking. If you want to know such a delicate experience, find yourself a sturdy little boy who has never approached a woman. My lucky star had led toward me a tremendously gifted child who could hardly be bested as to his aptitudes, his eagerness and the size of his peter. I initiated him to several tricks in the art of fucking before we went to sleep. I must now narrate you an episode which will interest you.
Toward morning, I was dreaming of Henri when I thought I perceived that something was piercing me. I was half-asleep and did not realize what was taking place, but little by little I came to the absolute certainty that he was slipping it into me and not by the accustomed path. Of course Henri had formed quite a habit, lastly, to plunge his cock into my ass-hole, and he had told me that all husbands did, so I had never objected. At first I imagined it was Henri who was penetrating me and eager to cooperate I wriggled my buttocks so as to facilitate the forceful insertion, and to say the truth I began to feel it and to get excited; but, waking up at last, I realized suddenly that Henri was away and that Master Georgie was my bed partner. The audacity of the young brat stupefied me but his fierce thrusts were too good to put an end to his lascivious enterprise. He asserted that he had been quite innocent, and that he thought he was visiting the grotto which had given him so much pleasure the night before. I don't think he was lying, because though he is frightfully gifted for love, he is yet very naive and he would never have dreamed to enter such a small hole. I let him go on and, what with his oversized prick nicely tucked at the bottom of my bottom and two fingers concentrating on my clitoris, he frigged and fucked me in the most lascivious embrace, until we were shaken by the spasms of final pleasure. My dear Luisa, if you have not yet tried this narrow path, I warmly recommend that you do it at once, but you must first be extensively fucked, to excite your sensations in that area, and your lover must be able to frig you expertly while he pushes his peter inside your ass-hole. Should your partner fail to stroke your clitoris with the necessary persuasion, you can always rub yourself. I did it myself for some time with George until I had taught him how to frig a clitoris successfully. Of course, you feel it better when it is done by a male hand but your own hand is a good substitute.
I'll give you an example of the precocious aptitudes of the dear little boy. One day I straddled him and impaled myself on his prick by lowering progressively my buttocks until they slapped against his thighs, and was seated prone so as to watch best the delicious working in and out of his cock-and if you never did it with your husband, I do recommend that you try this position at once. At last, overcome by the voluptuousness of his lascivious strokes, I reclined on his breast. He was pressing my buttocks with one hand and, with the other, was squeezing the nearest buttock cheek; he had introduced his middle finger in my ass-hole and was driving it in and out rhythmically, thus increasing pleasurably our erotic excitement.
Well, what do you think about this inexperienced lad? And I must add that he manages to keep the most natural poise, and never betrays anything of our secret affair. You may imagine that he was exhausted by his first night of love, and he overslept in the morning. My dear Luisa, you should have seen the proud little boy tell everybody about an imaginary nightmare, complain of the bad sleep he had had and ask me with a devilish assurance if he had not awakened me up with his screams! That beat all, and I was as proud as proud can be of my youthful fucker. He surpasses my husband, though I dare say that Henri is a master. And you will agree with me when I have added that his youth and the idea that I was the first to teach him the art of fucking add piquancy to the conduct of the intrigue. Alas, my husband will soon be back and our magnificent erotic nights will be over. Think of me, dear Luisa, because I shall miss very much my child-fucker.
Now, you must answer me soon, and especially you must be frank and tell me everything about your honeymoon. Honestly, I kept back many things about mine and my letter is still a very long one. I hope that for your part, the discovery of the lascivious power with which is endowed a prick was as wonderful as mine. Write me freely, Luisa, and don't keep back anything, because everything can and must be said between the faithful and lascivious friends that we have been for so long.
Yours very affectionately, A. Barnett.
That is the exact transcription of the letter that my beloved mistress wrote, about that time, to her school-friend. Really, their mutual fondness had led them to more serious dealings than the usual sucking and frigging of school-days, for it had driven them to the peak of passionate sensations, enabling them, when the time had come, to fuck with a perfect lascivious science. I think I have already readied how, about two years later, I was heavenly happy when I had the opportunity to make love to both, and far from being jealous of each other they were eager to share their lover and the three of us made frequent orgies to the utmost voluptuous satisfaction of each and all. It will be noted in Mrs. Zacharias' answering letter that the dear creature had foreseen the heavenly pleasures which effectively came later on and lasted for long years. Here is Mrs. Zacharias' letter:
The Hon. Mrs. Zacharias to Mrs. Barnett How shall I ever thank you, my dear Agnes, for your charming letter? I read and reread it at least twelve times, I put it in my bosom and I have formed quite a habit of taking it out to enjoy again the luscious details it contains. You think it was too long a letter? Why, you should have written fifty pages. You are a born writer, believe me, dear Agnes. Never in my life did I read so exquisite a description of amorous and lubric frolics as yours. How happy I was to learn that you had been lucky enough to initiate a boy as wonderful as George Barry! Why, he is endowed with the qualities of a mature man along with the charms of extreme youth. That boy will become a paragon of manhood! Oh, how I long for a similar experience!
And can that boy be said lucky who fell into the hands of so lovely a teacher! Why, Agnes, I was your pupil once, and you taught me everything that can be done to find voluptuousness in our own sex!
Don't you remember that once, when we were wondering lasciviously what was the shape of a man's genitals, we swore that if one of us had a lover, the other would make love with him too? The description you have achieved of George Barry brought to me the memory of our promise. I am confident that my dear Agnes will be quite willing to share her lover with me. Think how easily we can arrange our meetings with him, while our husbands will think that we are only entertaining each other. Of course I do want very much that the three of us fuck together because it can increase our lubricity considerably to form a fucking trio. Maybe I am anticipating wildly, but I am deeply convinced that we will enact the most lascivious scenes with a boy gifted with such a powerful sexual apparatus.
The description of my honeymoon is not, by far, as exciting as yours. My wedding, which took place two days after yours, was very conventional. My husband seemed to be very fond of me but not superlatively amorous. On the evening of the wedding I was in the same febrile mood as you have been, and almost wild with expectancy, while my husband, out of tact and natural delicacy remained away from the bridal suite for a very long time; so the curious and eager bride went to bed alone and even waited long for the shy groom to come help her to lose her cherry.
When he entered the bedroom, he had, like your husband, already donned his morning-gown, but he switched the light out at once and groped to the bed where I lay breathless, waiting for him. He stretched his body by my side and embraced me tenderly; then he proceeded with the ceremony of kissing and caressing the bride, telling me that he loved me, and so on. But he was very long before taking any license with my palpitating body. I suppose he thought it necessary to secure my confidence and to quiet my fears by a delicate handling of that equivocal situation. Indeed he would better have dispensed with that irritating ceremonial, for I was really in earnest to get acquainted with the ravisher of my virginal treasury, though somehow awed by the deflowering process. However my husband crept little by little to the assault of my burning nest and, assuring me that there was nothing to be afraid of, he got on top of me and satisfied his lust.
I did not suffer very much-much less than I feared, and certainly less than you did. I thought it advisable to mimic real pain. Toward the completing of this unexciting initiatory fucking I felt some pleasure but so faintly that it is not worth while mentioning it. I owe it to the truth that my husband is far from being endowed with a fucking apparatus as impressing as your husband's or George's; and he had got so weak a disposition that he fucked me only once, though I would gladly have welcomed a second and even a third helping; he may have checked himself in order to give me a good opinion of his delicacy; anyway he took me in his arms and we chatted for a while, then went to sleep.
In the morning, he fucked me again, this time giving me a more precise hint of what voluptuous pleasure could be, but in the whole I have been very disappointed with my first married night. It had not been, by far, the enchanting ordeal that you and I, dear Agnes, had anticipated so many times.
Since that time, my husband has formed quite a habit to fuck me nice every night, and he succeeds in exciting me a little more effectively; truly he usually makes me come twice when he does only once, the first time by stroking my intimate parts and frigging my clitoris, so that generally I have lubricated with my own spunk the canal into which he is going to slip his medium-size cock. I know he likes rubbing me as much as I appreciate it, and it is a good thing because should I come but once, I should feel in the most dreadful and unbearable unsatisfied excitement. My husband has never disclosed an intensive desire to experiment with those more lascivious and lubric caresses which you have been lucky enough to be initiated to by Henri. He seems very fond of me and eager to please me, but he is not a very imaginative man.
Now you will surely remember that I used to be fairly good in Italian. Well, since my husband speaks it fluently and we intend to winter in Roma, he asked me if I wanted to take lessons so as to perfect my knowledge of that language. He wanted to know if my school-teacher had the requested aptitudes to drill me in Italian, but I succeeded in convincing him that the dear lady was too old-fashioned and could not do.
You recall, too, that our first teacher had been Count Vasari, a handsome and bold man, and we had planned to make love with him. The two of us had quite perfected the preliminaries to that intrigue when the dear count was vamped by that horrible Miss Carson, with whom he must have run the whole scale of erotic pleasures. Of course, he was discharged and replaced by the old lady and we grieved together. Well, I was stricken by a wonderful idea, and I told my husband that the head-mistress used to ask for teachers at the Luciano agency and that he should write or pay a visit to it.
One evening we were chatting by the fire when my husband informed me that the Luciano agency where he had called had warmly recommended a gentleman, who used to teach in the best circles, and that the said Count Vasari would be my Italian teacher. Of course I was utterly astonished, though it was the most pleasurable announcement and I got very red in the cheeks but the faint glimmer of the fireplace did not allow my husband to see my flushed face. He said that the count would teach me and that he was very satisfied with this arrangement.
I was beside myself with joy, and I could not think of anything else during the whole night. I was most anxious that my husband ignore our previous acquaintanceship. I may confess to you that I fancied at once that we would further our thwarted intrigue, and that the occasion was offered to me to receive the services of a reliable lover. I did not know yet how I should complete my scheme but luck serves always those who err, and it was most propitiatory to my designs.
My husband intended to welcome the count himself but he received a letter in the morning requesting that he attend to a business dealing that was to take place in the City. He asked me to receive the count and to make arrangements as to the hours of the lessons, the fees, and so on, adding that the more lessons I took the quicker I should be able to talk Italian fluently.
His departure relieved me of my anxieties, but there was the servants to be attended to, because I had resolved to do everything in my power to prevent those nosy witnesses of our everyday life to watch our first meeting. There was a small room opening only on the drawing room that my husband had had furnished for me to use as a boudoir, and he advised me to use it as the study-room.
So, I went into that room and waited for Count Vasari while scribbling a few notes. When he entered the room, I remained seated with my back to the door, apparently busy with my mail, as if I had not noticed his coming, until I heard him close the door of the drawing room. Then I rose from my seat, turned around and gave him my hand with an enchanting smile. He looked startled but, with very much self-control, he kissed my hand with the utmost gallantry.
I told him; "I hope you are not too much disappointed with your prospective pupil, are you?"
"Why, disappointed, indeed! I did not know you under your married name, but I am ever so happy to resume an acquaintanceship which once promised to turn very charmingly successful!"
"My dear count, you must not go further ... I am a married woman by now and we must be very cautious. I shall not deny that I am most pleased to meet you again, but I have got to act with a great prudence. Won't you sit down by me? Now, you have got to behave!"
"To behave! When I am next to a woman I loved so sincerely, and in whom rested my most ardent hopes! Why, Mrs. Zacharias, you are not going to treat me as a mere teacher? I shall be so unhappy if you do so! How can I refrain from admiring the woman whom I was so fond of, from whom I expected so much happiness?"
And, so saying, he took my hand and circled my waist with the other arm, pulled me against him and pressed his lips on mine. I confess that I responded heartily to his kiss. You do remember, Agnes, what a handsome man the count is, and how caressing and enticing his eyes? Well, dearie, I was so excited that I hardly noticed that he had slipped a hand under my skirts, and he had already seized my bush and was pressing it and tugging at the hair on it. We were perfectly safe from any intrusion for at least a whole hour, my body quivered and burned with excitement; my cunt was moistening with expectation, and I gave myself up entirely to the count's desires.
Immediately the count fell to his knees in front of the low chair I was seated upon. He had tucked up my skirts and I felt an exceedingly hard and long prick lunge at my cunt and begin a rhythmic driving in and out of my moist quim. In fact he stormed the fort (though it can be said that I did not offer much resistance) and had secured his position inside it before I was even aware that I had been assaulted; so I was hastily fucked and the quickness of the attack did not appease the fire it had roused in my insides. He has explained to me later that he wanted first to possess me so as to be sure that I would not reject him thereafter. During this first hour devoted to my Italian lesson I may say that not a word passed between us regarding the object of his coming to my house. He fucked me again, and this time so slowly that he made me come wildly.
In fact, it was the first time that I was really coming, and it fitted perfectly the representation we had formed together, my dear Agnes, of the entrancing excitement of successful fucking. We laid plans together as to the future arrangements necessary to further our intrigue successfully; and, once again, he fucked me, but this time, he was seated on a chair and made me straddle him, with my thighs wide apart, and lowered my fanny over his rearing prick.
I had already experimented this position with my husband, when he was lying on his back, but this new trick was far more exciting because you can better rock your haunches up and down when standing on your feet than when kneeling, and the face of the man is nearer yours and you can embrace him quite effectively. Anyhow, I declare that the two positions have advantages and I was mighty glad to know the second one. I noticed that several times, the count had taken his peter out and had made as if to enter the puckered ass-hole which you described with so much humor. I thought it was sheer clumsiness, and every time I was taking it back to its former destination, all the while teasing him about his wrong aiming. But now that I have read your delirious account, I am inclined to think that he was not awkward but that he wanted really to drive into it, but was ashamed to tell me so.
Of course, our furtive amorous embraces in my home could not satisfy us very long, so the count has rented a flat and I have devised a perfect plan to go and meet him down there. I drive to a general store with the cart, and, leaving the coachman wait for me in front of the main entrance, I go out by a side-door, rush to meet my dear lover in his flat, and come back to the store by the same door. Then I can go out and go back home as if I had spent long hours shopping and chatting with the counter clerks.
Since I have received your delicious letter which set fire to my imagination-we have been lucky enough to meet together three times, and I could at last enjoy the voluptuousness of having the hole next to the legitimate grotto of Venus visited by a very stiff rod, which appeared as pleased as the said hole of this side-tracking. I'll tell you how it happened. The count had already fucked me twice when I turned my back towards him as if I wanted to be fucked in this position and we used to do it that way many times-but I managed to offer to his throbbing prick the dark pleated ring instead of the open gash of my cunt. I don't know if he guessed what were my desires, but he explored the ground with a finger and suddenly aimed his stiff rod and drove it savagely about halfway into the still virginal canal. It hurt so much that I quivered with pain and moaned loudly but I could not eject the burning piston because he had gripped my waist tightly into his locked arms, so he thrust it forth with a fierce bucking of his haunches and engulfed it all the way in the dry canal, searing the hot walls like a hot iron rod shoved into the softness of a much too narrow tender tunnel of flesh. His balls slapped my fanny and I screamed with pain. I asked him to take out the torturing tool but he told me, "I am going to lie still for some time and you will see that it will not hurt you any more, but you will feel a lascivious delight."
I believed him, and indeed, after a little time, I was not suffering any more; he slipped his hand under my belly and frigged my clitoris, and, seeing that I was beginning to rock my haunches to increase my sensations, he began a pumping motion in and out, slowly and gently. I soon felt a queer pleasure and the voluptuous thrill increased so much that I almost fainted when I had a delirious orgasm. Since that first initiation, many were the times when we turned to the pleasure of fucking this tight hole; but I quite agree with you, it is necessary to fuck extensively the grotto of Venus before visiting this more secret and responsive canal.
The count is not endowed with a prick as Henri's, if judged by the description you give of it in your letter, and its knob must be smaller, but its base is very wide and it can swell to the consistency of iron and stiffen to a bursting point. I am at a loss for words to describe to you the lascivious pleasure he made me feel. The best is that you fuck with him since there can be no jealousy between you and me. I shall endeavor to vamp your husband so that he will let us go astray understandingly. I can't really offer you my husband since there is nothing in him that could gratify your passionate feelings. I have to tell you, moreover, that my husband has taken a real liking to the count, and that he has lunch with us very often.
When we are alone, we talk very often about my dear Agnes. I have told him everything about you. I have narrated your marriage and let him hope for your coming to London. His eyes shined when I said that he would get quickly acquainted again with you, but I did not disclose the contents of your letters, neither did I reveal your intrigue with George. It will be best to let him know everything about it when you are in London.
Well, you see, dear Agnes, that I did not do too badly, though my amorous experiences were far less bold than yours. I hope that when you come we can arrange charming parties, and I dare say that the count will join your company and George's willingly so that we can have a real wild four-sided fucking together. How delightful it will be to fuck all together. I am aflame with that lascivious prospect. It's a good thing my lover will be here any time to quench my burning frenzy.
I remain your loving and devoted, L. Zacharias.
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Such were the contents of those two charming missives, and I must add that the lascivious description of a four-sided party took shape later on and that we surpassed each other in lubric ingenuity.
The count and I used to sandwich one of these lovely women between us and they agreed that it was the 'ne plus ultra' of voluptuous excitement. Of course the fourth one was not left behind, and the man who was on top kept sucking and frigging her very effectively. We were engrossed in the charm of their company and could not imagine that more lascivious pleasures could be found elsewhere. But I see that I am beginning to relate events which took place much later than the period I am talking about.
Alas, Mr. Barnett came back too soon, though his staying away had lasted three whole weeks; but to us they had seemed three days. My heart was heavy when my dear mistress read aloud the letter by which he was announcing that he would be with us the next day.
Mrs. Barnett noticed that I grew pale and started shaking all over, but nobody else paid attention to my agitation. We had a few minutes to ourselves during the day and she kissed me tenderly; there were tears in her beautiful eyes and she seemed so excited that I was soon in a frightfully voluptuous state.
In spite of the risk of being caught, we fucked everywhere and any time we could do it, and the following night, this adorable creature let me do everything I wanted with her, and we fucked as many times as our bodies were able to repeat the lascivious ordeal of unbridled love-bouts.
I have said: as many times-how many times? I don't know. My mistress told me that I had had at least ten orgasms. I am convinced that she came still more, because we did not sleep at all during the night, and we lay embraced all the time. She displayed all the scale of her libidinous aptitudes. Never did a mortal being spend a more rapturous night. Toward morning, we heard that the household was awake and we kissed and cried our eyes out because it had been our last night together.
I wrenched myself out of her embrace by sheer power of will, but I could never have left her lascivious body had she not told me that she would manage so that we could again be together before their departure.
She begged me to be very careful when her husband would be back, and asserted that I should rather not be present at their first meeting because I would grieve to see him caress her. I followed her wise counseling and nobody paid any attention to me amid the agitation of Mr. Barnett's arrival.
Mother declared that I was to reintegrate her bedroom because Mrs. Barnett would need my room as a dressing-closet, and Mrs. Barnett declined her proposal courteously, saying that I was so quiet a little boy that I had never disturbed her.
But mother was very keen on the intended shifting and I think her reasons rather agreed with Mrs. Barnett. Indeed Mr. Barnett would hardly have appreciated sleeping as close to a youth. However he went on treating me as a mere child and I am convinced that it never struck him that I could have filled his shoes while he was away.
Mr. and Mrs. Barnett went to their room shortly after the arrival, no doubt to bury themselves in the fucking delights-which was understandable after so long an absence. I thought that this notion would disturb me, but, on the contrary, I enjoyed thinking about them in every lascivious posture, reaching the peak of pleasure together. At once I imagined that I could hide myself in the closet and watch their libidinous frolics, and, when he left the room, I should be the one who in his turn would fuck his delightful wife and how much should I come into that cunt still drenched with his sperm. I resolved to inform Mrs. Barnett of that intended scheme which had really taken my fancy.
I did not concentrate well on my work this afternoon in the study-room, but Miss Jenny's voice, asking me what I was thinking about, interrupted my day-dreaming. I bowed my head and turned crimson. Already very artful in the art of living with an innocent face, I answered that I was dreaming of her, savouring the caresses she had given me the day before, which, in my own words, had made me feel queer all over. And indeed the preceding day, she had pressed me to her bosom and kissed me more amorously than ever, which caresses, at the time, had roused my lascivious desires and had reinforced me in the hope that the state of our relations would soon reach a satisfactory conclusion.
She patted my cheeks and kissed me again, telling me I was a wicked boy to have such thoughts, that I was never to yield to them, else she would not love me any more. But her eyes were shining, her cheeks had got very red, and I knew that my answer, far from annoying her, had been a very astute one, and had excited her.
During the four o'clock pause I went to look for Mrs. Barnett in the drawing room but she had retired with excitement, and I ran to the garden where my sisters were playing. I nodded to Lilian who understood at once, and I proposed to play hide-and-seek. To prevent Dorothy from disturbing us, I picked up a stone which I threw furtively, and asked her to guess in which hand I was keeping it, and if she guessed wrong, she would have to look for us after we hid. Of course she could not guess right. So we blinded her with a scarf, and posted her against a tree in order that she count until one hundred; after that she would go to find us. I took Lilian's hand and we ran to the summer-house. We entered and locked the door. I pushed Lilian on the sofa and, thrusting my head between her thighs, I licked her cunt and sucked her clitoris. She was soon as excited as I was. A whole week had gone by since I had taken her cherry. She had recovered beautifully from the ensuing pains, and was quite ready to take back the game where we had left it.
After applying my efforts to make her come so that I could lick and gulp her delicious love juice, I stood up, opened my fly and my blood-gorged prick jutted out quiveringly. I drove it savagely into her moist slit and thrust it so fiercely into the softness of her gaping grotto that it disappeared entirely and remained shoved up to the hilt into the burning furnace of my sister's adolescent crack. The poor girl gasped for breath and began struggling to reach her climax while I applied my efforts to stab her rhythmically so as to follow her spasmodic jerkings. We came in a long-drawn orgasm and she writhed and squirmed when my burning sperm gushed out and drenched the soft cavity of her delicious cunt.
We lay exhausted for a few minutes but we were so young that we recovered quickly and the palm must be discerned to Lilian who, squeezing and caressing my prick with the convulsive tightening of her quim, succeeded in giving me a still more powerful erection.
We staged again to fuck like mad, but this time it began very slowly and we increased gradually the rhythm of our spasmodic thrustings until we were caught in an ecstasy of wild pleasure, screaming with savage delight.
We were lucky enough to finish our fucking session in time, because outside sounded Dorothy's pace. The child had looked for us everywhere and lastly had conceived the notion that we might have hidden in the summer-house. I was finishing to button my pants when she entered thundering, laughing and saying that we were unfair and that we had really hidden too far. To soothe her we agreed that it was Lilian's turn to look for her.
We got out and we were blinding Lilian when Miss Jenny found us and noticed the flushed cheeks of Lilian, but we told her that we were playing hide and seek, that we had run very much, and that now Lilian was going to look for us.
Miss Jenny said that it was enough for today and that we should play quietly now so as to relax. And the four of us went back to the house.
It was a delicious summer night. After supper, Mr. Barnett, who had exhausted his amorous energy, proposed to play chess to Miss Jenny. Mother, Mrs. Barnett and my sisters and I went out to take a walk in the garden and enjoy the magnificent starry night. Luckily enough, Mother found that the weather was too cool and she went back to the house, taking my sisters with her and in a little while we heard that she had asked Lilian to play the piano. I guided Mrs. Barnett toward a remote corner of the park where we could talk without being heard, but whence we could watch the blazing windows of the house. There I exposed to her the scheme I had conceived; she laughed very much with my precocious ingenuity, but she added that we could not leave the door of the closet ajar because Mr. Barnett could happen to open it, and that I had to lock it from the inside.
"But I want to watch everything, how exciting it will be to see Mr. Barnett work into your heavenly body."
She laughed heartily and told me that I was a very vicious lad. Then, she inquired, "But are you not jealous to see another man making love to me?"
I confessed that my first impulse had been a jealous feeling, but that I had soon been of the opinion that it would not lessen my love for her and that it would increase the pleasure we were to take afterwards to witness their fucking.
"Well, George I suppose you could bore little holes in the panel of the door, and I shall manage to be in a favourable position so that your precocious lubricity will be gratified with the performance of two lascivious fuckers. My dear child you have made tremendous progress and I am proud of my pupil."
Seeing that she was in a cheerful mood, I said, "Tell me, my beloved mistress, how many times did your husband fuck you today?"
"Are you really in earnest to know the exact number, George?"
"Yes, I want to know if I guessed right!"
"Well, Henri fucked me six times in the morning and four before supper. He was passionate and was unable to check his lascivious desires. He came twice when I had hardly an orgasm, but of course you know how efficiently you had dedicated your prick to fucking me the night before, so I was not really very hot."
"Did you feel it? Tell me, did you come? Was it good?"
"Since you are so inquisitive, my dear boy, yes, I had rapturous orgasms. You have noticed that my husband's prick is definitely oversized and I like it so much that it makes me come every time, but now I keep thinking of you and of all the voluptuous sensations you gave me and I fuck with my husband while thinking of my young lover. Are you happy now George?"
"Oh! it's heaven. My angelic mistress, you have succeeded in convincing me that I must actually watch him fuck you. Feel my prick, I'm horny and I should give everything to be all set to fuck you right now!"
"My dear child, I understand how that prospect can excite you utterly but we have got to wait until tomorrow. Now let's go back to the house, and I shall amuse your mother for some time. Take some tools and go straight to the closet. You'll have ample time to pierce the holes before my husband has finished playing chess with Miss Jenny. And be careful not to let any piece of wood or sawdust on the carpet. And to-morrow, when Mr. Barnett asks me to go to the bedroom, I'll keep him down a little longer, and you will run upstairs and hide yourself in the closet. After that you will be rewarded by the delicious spectacle which you are so eager to contemplate."
We came back to the house and our plan was executed smoothly. Nobody paid any attention to my leaving the room, and it did not take me more than ten minutes to bore the holes and put everything in order afterwards.
The following afternoon I was safely hidden in the closet when the Barnett's entered their bedroom.
The dear creature, anticipating my desires, had only her dress on and no corset, and she explained seriously to her husband that he was amorous so often that she was thus ready to comply quicker to his passionate requests.
"You are the most wonderful woman, darling! But you must take it off and let me behold yon beautiful naked body at my fancy."
At a moment's notice, my lovely mistress was stark naked, offering proudly the gorgeousness of her ravishing beauty. Mr. Barnett caressed her and kissed the gleaming white-ivory body from head to toes, and, pushing her on the bed, he sucked her palpitating cunt until she screamed with pleasure. Then his enormous prick jutted out of his pants and he plunged it straight into the delicious gash, giving her the most rapturous sensations, because suddenly she hugged him to her bosom and locked her legs around his waist, all the time twisting and squirming her fanny. They had quickly achieved the first round of their fucking bout, but Mr. Barnett remained engulfed in the hungry mouth of her moist quim.
No doubt she was working herself to a frenzy as much for her own satisfaction as for mine, because once she turned her head in my direction and I caught her smiling significantly when she jerked abruptly and disclosed to my eyes her superb cunt, gaping widely before swallowing greedily the huge prick which sank into its quivering lips. I was so horny that my peter hurt awfully. At last, their tournament was over and Mr. Barnett took out his prick, limp and drenched with foaming sperm, out still very swollen.
It was extraordinary, but I was mad with desire to rush into the bedroom and to take the sticky rod into my mouth and suck it savagely. I can hardly describe the violence of that sudden impulse. It was the first hint of the passion which seized me afterwards when I had the opportunity to spend orgiastic nights with pleasure-companions of both sexes.
Mrs. Barnett made as if she was exhausted and remained lying on the bed while her husband was hitching his pants.
He got out of the room after kissing her tenderly, and she locked the door on his back. She went to the bidet to get a wash but I rushed out of the closet, embraced her and threw her down on the bed. I glued my mouth on her crack, which was sticky with the thick creamy sperm of her husband. I licked and lapped the foaming juice with an eagerness that excited her so much that she cried frantically, "George, fuck me ... I'm horny ... Fuck me, Georgie! I'm burning ... J"
Of course, my prick was ready and thrust up to the hilt into the palpitating quim aflame with lust, and she ejaculated almost at once; she explained to me later that though she had been most excited by my lubric inspiration, yet she had come suddenly when thinking that she was unfaithful to her husband hardly five minutes after he had fucked her. She worked herself on my prick with such an unbridled frenzy that she had another orgasm when I came. The velvet mouth of her greedy cunt was pressing my prick with such a strength that I started to fuck again and we came in an ecstasy of rapturous pleasure. My beloved mistress wanted me to stop right now, but I asked to be allowed to fuck once more.
My mistress complied with my request and told me, "All right, darling, but let me lie on my side because I have been crushed under my husband's weight and under yours, and I want to ease myself from your heavy pressure, but don't take your prick out, it feels so good!"
She succeeded in her intended shifting and when I saw her superb buttocks press against my belly I got hornier and my prick stiffened and throbbed. I began to frig the burning mount of her clitoris, which was by now as stiff as my rod. This time we fucked slowly and more voluptuously. No other woman could surpass the skill of my mistress; she succeeded in shoving one of her teats in my mouth and I was sucking her taut nipple, frigging her clitoris and fucking her all in the same time. It was a good thing the door was heavily curtained because she screamed so loudly with amorous delight that she would have been heard downstairs. Suddenly, she wrenched herself free from my arms and she swallowed my foaming rod with the ardor of a suckling animal. After that, she told me, "Now, my beloved child, we have got to be very cautious if we want to be free to meet again....
"Go back into the closet. I'll go out, and if the way is clear I'll cough three times and you will get out of the room and creep downstairs quietly."
Everything went smoothly and, during the last week that she spent under our roof, we managed to repeat daily our charming meetings without raising any suspicion.
Alas, that wonderful woman had to leave us. I could hardly watch her departure and it was only owing to a desperate control of my nerves that I did not betray the heart-rending sorrow which I felt.
Everybody at home loved her and grieved her departure so that in the turmoil of the general sorrow, nobody noticed my sad countenance.
Two long years went by before I was able to see that lovely woman again. Then, not only did we meet together but quite frequently our voluptuous pleasure was shared by other people, as sensual as we were. Maybe I shall endeavor to narrate those entrancing meetings, but it will come later, for I have still got to tell what took place after Mrs. Barnett's departure, and that is the matter of another book.
