pressed my cunt against his face, we devoured each other with our
luxurious caresses until we both spent copiously. Nothing was lost, we
both greedily swallowed all we could get.

At home he is looked upon as still a child, and I had little difficulty
in arranging for him to sleep in a little dressing room adjoining my
bedroom, with which there is a door of communication. He was sent early
to bed, but when I came I found him still awake, expecting me, and I had
the delicious treat of initiating him into the pleasures of fucking. If
you ever wish to enjoy _par excellence_ this pleasure, get hold of a
vigorous boy who has never had a woman. My good fortune threw into my
hands a wonderfully provided youth, whose aptitude, as well as size and
powers, it would be very difficult to match. I had already given him
several lessons in the enrapturing art when we fell asleep, and now I
must mention a little episode, which it would not do to omit.

In the morning I was dreaming of Fred, when I became conscious that
something was entering me. I was in that half-dreaming state when it is
difficult to be quite certain what is happening, but gradually I became
aware that although there was no doubt I was being entered, it was not
in the usual way. My husband had frequently of late pushed his prick up
my bottom-hole, and as he told me that all husbands did so, I could make
no objections. I, therefore, at first took it for granted that Fred,
finding my naked bottom in his lap, could not resist the temptation of
entering it. I, therefore, humoured him, and so moved my bottom as to
facilitate his complete entrance, and began to feel myself the
excitement it occasioned, but as I became wider awake, I gradually
called to mind that Fred had left me, and that Charlie was my bedfellow.
The audacity of the young rogue paralysed me, but his delicious
movements had become too nice for me to think of dislodging him. He
insisted that he was quite unconscious of his mistake, and that he
believed himself buried in the delicious grotto of the night before. It
probably was so, for so perfect an ignoramus as he is, although ever so
apt a scholar in Venus’s rites, he could hardly have imagined there
could be any entrance in the smaller orifice. I let him go on, and with
his well hung cock in my bottom, and two or three fingers in my cunt, he
fucked and frigged me most deliciously, until we both spent in an agony
of pleasure. If, Carry, you have not tried this route I strongly
recommend you to do so without delay, but you must be well fucked in the
first instance, to stimulate a desire in those parts, and your lover
must be up to the art of frigging you at the same time, or you can pass
your hand under your belly, and rub your clitoris, which was the plan I
adopted with Charlie, until I taught him the art of rubbing the clitoris
properly. As there is always more excitement when this is done by a
male, it is better to have them when one can, but, _faute de mieux_—one
can do it oneself with much additional lascivious satisfaction.

To give you an instance of the precocious aptitude of this dear little
fellow, I mounted upon him one morning, keeping my body erect, that we
might see the delicious instrument in its action of being engulphed and
then withdrawn, a most exciting pose which I recommend you to try, if
your husband has not already taught it to you. At last, overcome by the
lascivious movements, I sank on his bosom. He pressed my bottom down
with one hand, and with the other embracing the nearer buttock,
introduced his middle finger up the rosy orifice of my bottom, and
frigged me in unison with our ups and downs of fucking, giving me the
most delicious additional sensations.

What do you think of that for a _tyro_? His discretion, too, is
extraordinary. The first night after I sent him to his own bed, he
overslept himself. I had not thought of that, and had not looked into
his little room before descending to breakfast. His sister was sent to
call him. He at once excused himself by saying he had had a bad dream,
she came down and told us. In a few minutes he followed, and in the most
natural way possible, told a tale of fright, declared he had awoke
screaming and afterwards had been so frightened that he could not sleep,
and turning to me in the most natural way, hoped his scream had not
disturbed me. He never came near me, or appeared in any way attracted by
me—a discretion worthy of a man of the world. Oh! my dear Carry, I shall
make a great deal of this boy. We have had several delicious nights
since, and he improves wonderfully. Splendidly as my husband fucks,
Charley already beats him. He is quite as often ready, indeed, oftener,
and it is I that hold him back, but there is something still so
charmingly infantine in his way of caressing me, and then the lascivious
idea he is all my own, and that I initiated him in love’s mysteries,
adds an inexpressible charm to our lascivious encounters. I feel that I
shall almost regret my husband’s return, as it will force me to give up
this delicious indulgence. Not the slightest shadow of suspicion of our
doings is excited in the family, thanks to the very guarded and
admirable conduct of Charlie, which is above all praise.

Write to me soon, my dear Carry, and be sure you are as candid as this
long, long letter is to you, for the life of me I could not make it
shorter. I only hope you will give me one as long, and have as much
delicious intelligence for me. I know you too well to suppose that you
have not found means as I have done, to try what other men are made of,
although you can scarcely have had such wonderful luck as mine. Write
then, and write without reserve. Our mutual affection is too sincere to
allow of any concealment whatever between two such loving and lewd
lascivious friends.

Ever your affectionate friend,

E. BENSON.

Such was the long letter my adored mistress wrote at the time to her
school companion. It will be seen that their attachment had led to
something more than the usual fingerings and caressings of school girls,
indeed, had led them on to the lewdest and most lascivious indulgences
that two girls could practise in common, and had first excited their
passions and given them the delicious power of pleasing coition they
were both so perfect in, for, as I before said, about two years after
this time, I was the possessor of both and many and many an orgy we
three had together, without the shadow of jealousy on any side. It will
be seen that Mrs. Egerton, in her reply, even looks forward to the
delicious indulgence, which in the end was happily effected and long
continued. The following is her reply—

THE HON. MRS. EGERTON TO MRS. BENSON.

How can I ever sufficiently thank my darling Lizzie for her delicious
letter, I have devoured its delightful details a dozen times already. I
keep it in my bosom, and renew the pleasure of its perusal at every
spare moment. _Too long?_ Oh! with such a charming power of description,
why did you not cover fifty more pages. Never in my life have I enjoyed
such an exquisite description of those dear lascivious encounters. How
delighted I am at your good fortune in meeting with such a miracle of a
boy as that dear Charlie Roberts. Why, he has every quality of a man,
united to the charm of extreme youth. What a splendid man he will
become, the very perfection of a lover, and already possessing so lewd
and lascivious a lubricity. Oh! how I envy you his possession. What luck
for him too, to have fallen into the hands of so delicious a teacher as
my beloved Lizzie is. Am I not myself her pupil, and were you not my own
delicious instructress in all that one of our sex could teach each the
other.

You will remember a long-standing engagement entered into, between us
made, when we were both so lewd and so longing for the real knowledge of
man, and how we pledged ourselves that if either got possession of a
lover, we should manage after a while to share him between us. Your
description of Charlie Roberts has brought this pledge most vividly to
my recollection. I am sure my dear Lizzie will not be angry or jealous
when I avow that I long to participate with her in the possession of
that darling boy; and if my Lizzie is as of old, I feel certain she will
rather indulge and cultivate this propensity than otherwise. Think how
easy it will be for us both to arrange the meeting of all three
together, because I wish to possess him in common, certain that it will
increase the lascivious pleasure of coition. No one will suspect us when
we drive out, two women with one man. It will naturally be supposed that
one fears the other, and so there will be no danger. See, here I am at
once anticipating future scenes, but it is all owing to the extremely
exciting and lascivious details you have so vividly given me.

I have no such delicious scenes to depict as those you have so
delightfully described to me. My honeymoon passed off in a much more
common-place way than yours. Our marriage, which was performed within a
day of your own, went off as such events do. My husband was loving,
without being very warm. I felt very much as you describe on going to
bed the first night, but the discretion or delicacy of my husband, which
I could well have pardoned him for dispensing with, left me time not
only to get into bed, but kept me waiting there some time. He entered
like yours in his dressing-gown, but immediately put out the light and
found his way into bed, as best he could. He crept to my side and
embraced me tenderly enough, and began to fondle and kiss me, telling me
how dearly he loved me, etc., but for some time he avoided any indecent
liberties. I suppose he thought it necessary to gain my confidence and
quiet any alarm I might be in. He might have saved himself the trouble,
for in reality I was longing for and at the same time somewhat dreading
an attack on my maiden charms. At last, little by little, he approached
the object of delight, and eventually begging me not to be alarmed, he
mounted upon me and effected the object of his desires. He did not hurt
me much, not nearly as much as I expected, nor so much as you seem to
have suffered. I deemed it politic to affect more suffering than he
really inflicted. Towards the end I had slight scintillations of
pleasure, but not worth mentioning; it is true my husband is not so
well-armed as yours and Charlie appear to be, and he is also much colder
in his passions; for instance, he did not attempt to fuck me again,
although I would have been gratified if he had done so; perhaps it was
considerate towards me in his idea, but, merely embracing me in his
arms, he talked himself and me to sleep.

In the morning he again fucked me, this time giving me something like
pleasure, but I was altogether disappointed with my night’s experience.
It was not such as you or I, my dear Lizzie, had pictured to ourselves,
in our anticipations of the marriage night. My husband since has never
exceeded twice a night, but he has become more exciting, and has
generally made me spend twice to his once, first exciting my passions by
feeling all my private parts, and frigging my clitoris, so that I
generally have lubricated the passage by my own discharge before he
attempts to make an entrance. I find he likes this, and so far it
pleases me, because only one discharge would leave me in a state of
excitement unbearable. He has never attempted any of those lewder and
more lascivious methods, of which you have had such delicious
experience. Altogether, I cannot but say I am disappointed. My husband
is loving, and very anxious that I should improve my mind in every way.
You know I was rather more proficient than usual at school in Italian.
My husband speaks it fluently, and as we mean to spend a winter at Rome,
was anxious that I should have further instruction. He asked me if my
school teacher was a good one, but I did not encourage that idea. You
may remember our former master was a Count Fortunio, so handsome and so
enterprising that you and I had both formed the plan of having him, and
had already put over some of the preliminaries when, unfortunately, he
was caught with that impudent Miss Peace, with whom, doubtless, he had
accomplished everything. Of course, he was instantly changed for
another, and we saw no more of him, to the sad disappointment of our
then libidinous hopes. My husband proposed advertising for a master,
when I had the happy instinct to tell him that schoolmistresses
generally applied to Rolandi, of Berner’s Street, for language masters,
and that, if he would write or call, he would be sure to get every
information. That evening, after dinner, as we sat dozing over the fire
in the library—very imperfectly lighted—my husband informed me that he
had seen Rolandi, who had most strongly recommended a very gentlemanly
man, moving in good society, namely, the Count Fortunio. I started in
amazement; fortunately, owing to the half-light we were in, my surprise
and confusion were unnoticed by my husband. He said that he had been
referred to one or two gentlemen of standing as to the Count’s
character, that he called upon them, and felt satisfied that I could not
be in better hands. You may imagine what an effect this information had
upon me. All night long I could think of nothing else. What seemed most
difficult to me was the hiding from my husband our previous knowledge of
each other. I feared the Count would at once recognise me and claim
acquaintance, which was what I most wished to avoid; to you, from whom I
have no secrets, I may own it immediately occurred to me that this would
be an opportunity (for which I had in heart been longing) of obtaining
the services of a lover I could trust. How to manage it I knew not, but
chance, that favourer of all wrongdoers, stood me in good stead.

My husband had intended to be present to receive the Count. Fortunately,
a letter arrived in the morning requiring his instant attendance in the
City about the sale of some stock, of which he was trustee. He begged me
to see the Count, and arranged as to hours of attendance, &c., the more
frequently the better. I felt my embarrassment was at an end; the next
thing was to avoid letting the servants, those domestic spies on our
conduct, see the first meeting. There was a small room off our drawing
room that had no door but the opening into the drawing room; this was
fitted up as a sort of boudoir writing room, and my husband had pointed
it out as a convenient place for me to take my lessons in. Here,
therefore, I posted myself, and awaited the hour of arrival, to which he
was punctual. He was announced and I told the servants to show him in. I
sat purposely with my back to the entrance, apparently engaged in
writing, as if I did not know he had approached, until I heard the door
of the drawing room shut. I then rose, turned, and smilingly held out my
hand. He started with surprise, but immediately and gallantly kissed the
hand held out to him.

“I hope you are not disappointed in finding who is going to be your
pupil.”

“Oh, no, certainly not; I did not know you under your married name; but
I am so happy to renew an acquaintance which at one time had such
charming promise.”

“Stop, signor, I am now married, and it is necessary to be very
cautious. I do not wish to deny that I am much pleased to renew
acquaintance with you, but it must be with great reserve. Sit down by my
side, and be reasonable.”

“Reasonable! and by the side of one whom I so much loved, and from whom
I had such hope. Oh! dear Mrs. Egerton, you are surely not going to
treat me as a mere master. You would render me miserable if you did so.
How can I help admiring one whom I so fondly loved, and with whom I
hoped for such happiness long ago.”

Here, having possession of my hand, his other arm was passed round my
waist, and he drew me to his lips, and I must own, I reciprocated the
ardent kiss he gave me. You remember how handsome he is, and how soft
and loving was the expression of his eyes. Well, my dear, to cut matters
short, I was so excited that I hardly observed that he had passed his
hand up to my petticoats, until I found he had got it on my mount. My
passions being excited, and knowing that my husband could not return,
and also that he had given strict orders that I was not to be disturbed
in my Italian lessons, I gave way unreservedly to the excitement the
Count raised. Before I well knew where I was, he was on his knees in
front of the low chair on which I was seated. He had thrown up my
petticoats, and I felt a long and extremely hard prick rush up my cunt,
and begin the most lively action. In fact, he carried me (not
unwillingly I must avow) by storm, and made haste to secure the fortress
at once, so that I had a very quick fuck, that did not assuage the fire
he had raised within me. He has since apologised for his haste, saying
that he wished to secure possession of me before I could think of
resistance, so as to ensure more facilities of connection hereafter. We
had no lesson in language that day, but another bout of love, in which
he did his utmost, and with perfect success, to give me the most
delicious enjoyment.

In fact, my dear Lizzie, I may say it was the first fuck that thoroughly
realised my, or rather our, anticipations of the act. We arranged the
line of conduct necessary to be followed so as neither to compromise me
or him either. In a short time we had again a delicious fuck. Seated,
with outstretched legs, on a chair, he got me to straddle over him, and
sink down on his stiff upstanding prick. I have tried this position
kneeling, with my husband on his back; but it does not equal the chair
fuck. One has so much better a spring from one’s feet than from one’s
knees, besides, the man is brought more face to face, and there is more
facility for mutual embracings; but both ways have their charm. I had
repeatedly observed that the Count apparently lost his place, and on
recovering it, partially penetrated the smaller orifice, which you so
picturesquely describe. I thought it accident, and as it hurt, I always
put him back, and joked him on his awkwardness. But after I read your
dear delightful letter. I became convinced that he had a wish to
penetrate there, without the courage to tell me so.

I must confess to you, that our stolen embraces at home had become too
unsatisfactory, and the Count had arranged for a private house to be at
our disposal. Of an afternoon I drove out shopping, called at Swan and
Edgar’s in Regent Street, leaving the carriage at the door, walked
upstairs, made some trifling purchase, paid for and left it until I
should call in an hour; then descending by another staircase, left by
the Piccadilly entrance, and taking a cab, joined my expectant lover,
where he was waiting for me. There stripping perfectly naked, we enjoyed
each other most lasciviously, and practised every act of lubricity. When
satiated with our efforts, a second cab conducted me to St. James’s
passage, in Jermyn Street, from whence I gained on foot Swan and Edgar’s
in Piccadilly, received my parcel, and rejoined my carriage. Thus no
suspicions were excited, either in the household or otherwise.

We have met thrice since your dear delicious letter fired my
imagination, and I have seized the occasion to taste the sweets of the
neighbouring altar to Venus’s legitimate one. After the Count had fucked
me twice I turned my back as if wishing it in a way we often enjoyed it,
but took care to place my bottom in such a position that the smaller
orifice was nearest to his standing prick. Whether he saw my drift I
know not, but finding with his finger how conveniently it lay, he
plunged boldly forward, and half sheathed himself at the first push. I
started with the sudden pain, and should have disengaged myself at once,
notwithstanding that I purposely placed myself to receive his prick in
my bottom-hole, but with his arms round my waist I was perfectly
powerless, and another thrust sent him up to the hilt, but really
hurting me most sensitively; I begged him to desist and withdraw, but he
said—

“I will remain quite quiet for a time, and you will see that your pain
will diminish, and then you will like it.”

I could not help myself, and sure enough he was right. Shortly I felt no
pain; slipping one hand down, he began to frig my clitoris, and in a
little time, finding by the involuntary movements of my loins that my
passions were excited, he began to move very slightly and slowly. I soon
found a strange excitement seize me, which increased to such a degree
that I almost fainted, when my nature gave down its divinest essence. We
have since repeated the new experience, but I quite agree with you in
thinking that we must be well fucked first.

The Count is a master of his weapon, which, neither quite so long as you
describe your husband’s nor nearly so thick at the point, is very much
so at the root, and as stiff and hard as iron. I assure you, the wild
excess of passion he drives me into is indescribable. You shall
experience the delight of his fucking, for, with you and me, there must
be no difficulty, diversion, nor jealousy. Nay, I shall try to seduce
your husband, with a view to cover our delinquencies. I would offer you
mine, but, truly, he is not worth having to a woman who can find better,
as my dear Lizzie so charmingly does. We have managed matters so
prudently that my husband has taken a great fancy to the Count, and he
dines frequently at our house.

We have often talked of you. I told him of your marriage, and of a
probability of your eventually settling in London. I marked the sparkle
of his eyes at the news, but was silent as to your letter and
adventures. It is better we should manage the affair between us when you
are here.

So you see, after all, I have not come off so badly, although, I must
say, tamely in comparison with the delicious adventures of my dear and
charming Lizzie. I think, when we meet, we shall be able to get up
parties of the most delightful kind. I even hope we may induce the Count
to join you and Charlie in a _partie carrée_; what fun and pleasure we
should have, and then the delight of exchanging lovers at each bout. Oh!
the very idea has set me on fire; fortunately, I am expecting my lover
at every moment. I will close my letter with this lascivious picture,
and in hopes of some day realizing it with my loved Lizzie, Whose most
affectionate and attached friend,

I shall ever remain,

CARRY EGERTON.

Such were these two charming letters, and I may immediately mention now
that the lascivious picture dear Carry drew of a _partie carrée_—we four
the actors—was afterwards realised to the utmost extent of every
salacious enjoyment that the most experienced lubricity could suggest.

The Count and I often sandwiched them between us, which they declared to
be the _ne plus ultra_ of pleasure, while the upper operator gamahuched
the unoccupied quim. Nay, these giddy delicious creatures were not
satisfied until they had induced us to alternate the joys of coition
with each other; but that was rarely the case. These enchanting women
were so exquisitely seductive that, while we had them at our disposal,
we sought no other source of delight. But I am digressing, and talking
of events that occurred long after the period which I am more
particularly describing.

The three weeks’ absence of Mr. Benson terminated, alas, far too soon;
in fact, time flew so quick that it hardly appeared three days when a
letter arrived announcing his return for the next day. My heart was
ready to burst, but I managed to make no show or mention when Mrs. B.
told the news at breakfast. Mrs. B. observed that I turned pale, but no
one else remarked anything. We contrived to meet for a short time in the
middle of the day, and she embraced me tenderly, with tears in her eyes,
and looking so loving that my passions became overexcited, and hers too.
Notwithstanding the imprudence of the risk, we there and then had a most
delightful and salacious fuck; and at night this charming woman allowed
me full liberty to do anything I liked; and as often as nature would
support us we revelled in a sea of lubricity. How often I cannot say,
although my loved mistress declared that I had spent ten times, I am
certain she did oftener than that, for neither closed an eye, nor ceased
from the most loving embraces. She exerted all the wonderful powers of
seduction for which she was so distinguished. Never mortal man could
have passed a more intoxicating night of pleasure. We heard movements in
the house before we parted with mutual tears coursing down our cheeks.

It was with difficulty I tore myself from her; indeed, I could not have
done so if she had not herself risen, and tenderly embracing me, told me
to have courage and hope, for, somehow or other, we should manage an
occasional interview. Particularly cautioning me to be perfectly on my
guard when her husband came, she said it would be better if I kept out
of the way until after the first interview was over, as it might be too
much for me to see him embrace her. I did as she desired. No one noticed
me in the confusion of his arrival.

Mamma had insisted upon my returning to my bed in her room, as she was
sure Mr. Benson would require the dressing room. Mrs. B., from policy,
objected, saying that there was no occasion, that I had been so quiet
she had never once been conscious of my being there, &c., but mamma had
her own way, and I really believe very much to the satisfaction of Mrs.
B. herself; for I doubt, if Mr. B. had been aware of my close proximity,
whether he would altogether have liked it. Nevertheless, he so
completely treated me as little more than a child that I am quite sure
he had no suspicion of my having occupied his place so continuously
during his absence.

Mr. and Mrs. B. retired shortly after his arrival, doubtless to plunge
into all the joys of venery after his long absence, and his wife’s
supposed privation of them. The idea of that being the case did not so
much annoy me as I expected; on the contrary, imagination portrayed them
in all the agonies of delight, and actually excited me extremely. All at
once, the idea struck me that I might be purposely hid in the closet,
behold all their delicious encounters, and when he had left his wife to
put herself to rights, and the key was turned upon him, I might then in
my turn, fly into my enchanting mistress’s arms, and revel in all the
joys her well moistened and juicy cunt could give. I determined to
propose this to dear Mrs. Benson the first moment I could get her apart
from all observation.

I was a little _distrait_ in the schoolroom that day, but an appeal from
Miss Evelyn recalled me to my senses. She asked me what I could be
thinking of; I held down my head and blushed. Already an adept in
dissimulation, I faltered out that it was of herself and of her
endearing caresses the day before, which had made me feel so queer all
over. In fact, the previous day she had hugged me rather close to her,
and kissed me more lovingly than usual, which really had, at the time,
inflamed my desires, and given me great hope of matters coming to a more
satisfactory termination with her. She patted my check, and kissed me
again, saying I was a naughty boy to have any such thoughts, and I must
not indulge in them, or she would not love me any more. But there was a
sparkle in her eye, and a flush on her cheek, which showed me she was
anything but displeased.

At our usual break up at four o’clock, I went to the parlour to see if,
by chance, I could get a secret word with Mrs. B., but found that she
and her husband had again retired. I knew what that meant; it set me too
on fire, and I flew to the garden where my sisters had gone to play. I
gave Mary a hint, which she readily understood, and proposed a game of
hide and seek. To prevent Eliza interrupting us, I took up a stone,
which I furtively dropped again, and proposed that Eliza should guess
first, in which hand I had got it, and if she guessed wrong she was to
be the seeker. Of course, she guessed wrong. So we bound up her eyes,
and she was to stand behind a tree and count one hundred before she
attempted to look for or seek us. We made a detour, and as fast as we
could run reached the summer house, which, as all the ladies were in the
house occupied, I knew to be untenanted. We entered and locked the door,
in an instant I had Mary down on her back on the sofa, my head between
her thighs, and my tongue in her cunt, and then on her clitoris. She was
as eager for it as myself. A week had passed since the happy day of
giving up her maidenhead to me. She had thoroughly got over all the
pains and inconveniences of that day, and was as ready for a renewal of
what could only be joys now as I was. She spent in my mouth almost as
soon as I began to gamahuche her clitoris. Waiting an instant to lick up
and swallow the soft and delicious young discharge, I rose, pulled out
my bursting prick, and engulphed it in her well-moistened sheath with
one rapturous shove up to the hilt, positively taking away her breath by
the energy of the attack. I was almost as rapid in coming to a
conclusion as she had been. Nevertheless, she died away a second time,
the moment she felt the warm gush of my raging discharge. We lay some
minutes rapt in the lascivious lap of lubricity. But in our young and
unbroken energies, nature soon reasserted her power. I must give my
sister the palm. It was the internal pressures of the inner folds of her
deliciously tight cunt that first awakened my vigour. Somewhat more
slowly we began another love encounter, which speedily became much more
rapid and energetic, ending as usual in an extasy of delight, and
closing with actual cries of intense pleasure.

It was well we had completed our second course, for we heard the
footsteps of Eliza, who, after in vain searching for us near to where we
had left her, had at last sought us in the summer house. I had just time
to arrange my trousers and unlock the door when she arrived and burst in
upon us. She said it was unfair to go so far away, but we only laughed,
and proposed that Mary should now seek us. We were standing outside
below the mound, tying on the handkerchief, when Miss Evelyn was seen
approaching. She came up and noticed the flush still on Mary’s cheeks,
but we at once told her that we had been playing at hide and seek, and
had had a good run, and that it was now Mary’s turn to be the seeker.
However, Miss Evelyn said she thought we had had enough exercise for the
time, and that it would be better to walk gently about to get cool, as
it only wanted a few minutes of the hour for renewing our lessons, so we
all demurely returned to the house. A reflection struck me that it would
be necessary to initiate my sister Eliza in our secrets, and although
she might be too young for the complete insertion of my increasingly
large cock, I might gamahuche her while fucking Mary, and give her
intense pleasure. In this way we could retire without difficulty to
spots where we should be quite in safety, and even when such was not the
case, we could employ Eliza as a watch, to give us early notice of
anyone approaching. It will be seen that this idea was afterwards most
successfully carried out to the immense increase of my pleasure.

It was a lovely summer evening. After dinner Mr. B., who, doubtless, had
no longer any amorous longing, after having twice retired during the
day, challenged Miss Evelyn to a game at chess, of which she was a great
proficient. Mamma, Mrs. B., and the two girls stepped out into the
flower garden, to enjoy the beauty of the evening. Fortunately mamma
fancied she felt chilly, and shortly went back again, taking the two
girls with her, and setting Mary down to the piano. I seized the happy
moment, and drew Mrs. B. to a seat, far removed beyond the hearing of
any listeners, but in sight of the windows. There I unfolded to her the
plan I had proposed to myself; she smiled at my precocious ingenuity,
but added it would not be safe to leave the closet door open, even
partially, as by chance Mr. B. might open it, and that would never do;
but she might lock me in—or rather I might do so from the inside.

“Ahh! but then I want to see it all—it is so exciting to see Mr. B.
working into that divine body of yours.”

She laughed heartily at my remark, and said I was a lewd lascivious
young rascal—adding:

“But are you not jealous to see another in possession of me?”

I admitted that that was my first impression, but on thinking over it, I
had become convinced I should like her and enjoy her all the more
lasciviously if I were a witness to their love contests, but I must be
able to see them.

“Well! can you not bore a couple of holes an inch and a half apart,
below the middle panel and cut a narrow slit from hole to hole? I will
take care to place myself in a proper position, and do my best to
gratify your premature lubricity. My darling boy, you progress
wonderfully, and make me proud of my pupil.”

Seeing she took it thus kindly, I said—

“Do tell me, my beloved mistress, how often he has fucked you today?”

“Will it please you really, my dear Charlie, to know that?”

“Oh! yes, so much.”

“Well, then, six times in the morning, and four before dinner. He was
bursting with desire, and could not hold. He spent twice before giving
me time to come once, but then you know, my dear Charlie, how actively
you had been employing your time all the previous night, you sad rogue
that you are.”

“Did you enjoy it much, my dear Mrs. B.?”

“Why, if I must tell you, you little curiosity box, I did; you know how
powerfully my husband is hung, and loving him as I do, it is impossible
to undergo his powerful and lascivious embraces without feeling all
one’s libidinous passions stirred up within me, but even while in his
possession, my dear boy, I thought of your young charms, and the fierce
delights we had enjoyed together last night. My husband little imagined
it was of you, not him, that I was thinking and stimulating myself to
wild upheavings of voluptuous movements, while he was revelling in all
the lubricity of his own passions, and fucking me to my heart’s
content.”

“Oh! how delicious! my angelic mistress,” I cried, “the pleasure of your
vivid description almost makes me faint with desire—oh! that I could
possess you at once.”

“You must not think of that, my dear darling boy. We must manage it
tomorrow; I shall go into the house at once, and occupy your mother’s
attention, do you get a gimlet and chisel, slip up at once to my
bedroom, and prepare a peephole for tomorrow; be careful to put it low
down, below the projection of the middle panel of the door in which the
lock is placed, and take care to remove the pieces of wood you take out.
I shall put the key inside of the door. Your sisters always take two
hours at the piano after your midday meal, our luncheon is served at the
same time. Mr. B. is sure to require my attendance in my room after
that, but I shall detain him by some excuse till I observe that you have
disappeared, and after giving you sufficient time, we shall follow, and
you shall have the extraordinary satisfaction you require; but above all
remember—not a movement to betray yourself until my husband leaves and I
have locked the door behind him.” So saying, she pressed her lovely hand
on my stiffly excited member, rose and joined mamma. I lost no time in
following her advice, and happily executed all I wanted, and returned
unconcernedly to the drawing room, without my absence having occasioned
any remark. Next day I got safely to my hiding-room, and had comfortably
stowed myself away in such a position that the opening I had made was on
a level with my eyes, before they arrived. She, dear creature,
anticipating my vista, had merely slipped on a dress, without a corset,
and told her husband that he was so insatiate that she was obliged to be
ready at a moment’s notice to satisfy his inordinate passion, so she had
only to take off her gown to be at her ease. “Most admirable, my darling
wife, but drop off everything, and let me contemplate, at my ease, all
the beauties of your exquisite body.”

No sooner said than done, and my lovely mistress stood in all the glory
of her magnificent and beautiful naked form. He kissed and fondled her
from head to foot, laid her on the bed and gamahuched her till she
squealed again with pleasure. Then pulling out his magnificent prick, he
plunged it into her delicious cunt at a single bound, evidently giving
her the most exquisite delight, as was evidenced by the instantaneous
clasping of him with her arms and legs, and the rapid wriggling of her
backside. They soon ran a first course, but Mr. B. remained engulphed in
the closely fitting sheath of his salacious wife. She evidently exerted
herself more than usual, both for her own pleasure as well as to give
satisfaction to me, for once when she turned her head in my direction I
caught her eyes, and she smiled, giving a still more vigorous heave than
usual, and showing me all her cunt at full stretch with the noble prick
in it. I was ready to burst. At last their bout was over for the
present; Mr. B. withdrew his prick, all slimy from its sheath, pendant,
but still full of size.

Most extraordinary! I would have given a good deal to have dared to rush
out, put it in my mouth and suck it dry, I can hardly describe how
strongly this desire took possession of me. It was the first promptings
of a passion I have since often indulged in, where I have met with
companions with whom I could join in orgies of both sexes. Mrs. B.
professed to be dead beaten by the constant and frequent renewals of
these interviews in addition to night work and lay perfectly still,
while he performed his ablutions and readjusted, his habiliments.

“Fasten the door after me,” said he, as he ardently pressed her form in
his arms and kissed her. She had continued stretched on the bed, exactly
facing me, with legs widely extended, so as to show me the whole of her
lovely cunt, which I could see still panted under its late excitement.
My charming mistress told me it was palpitating not for what had passed,
but for what it was waiting for. She rose at last and closed the door,
turning the key upon her husband. She then approached the bidet to
purify herself, but I bounded from the closet, seized her in my arms,
dashed her back on the bed and immediately glued my lips to her glowing
and foaming cunt, with all the froth and spending of her husband oozing
out. I greedily devoured it, and raised her to such a frenzy of lewdness
that she dragged me up and cried, frantically—

“For God’s sake fuck me—fuck me!”

Of course my cock was bursting to do so; with one shove he was sheathed
to the cods; my loved mistress spent with that alone, so highly was she
excited, not only by the preparations, but as she herself acknowledged
to me, by the idea of the instantaneous infidelity to her husband, at
the moment after he had just fucked her—such is the wild imagination of
women when they give way to every libidinous thought. It would have been
exactly the same if some equally fortunate lover had been awaiting my
retiring from the field. The idea of success in deception is a passion
with them, and they would almost sacrifice anything to obtain it. Before
I could arrive at the grand crisis, she was again ready, and we died
away in an agony of blissful lubricity—she held me, as usual, so tight
that I never thought of withdrawing from the folds of her delicious
cunt, but lay still enjoying the never ceasing compressions of its
velvety folds, which sometimes really had almost the force of a vice. I
was rapidly ready for a second bout, which, like the first, ended in
extatic joys, beyond the power of description. My charming mistress
thought I ought now to desist, but pleading my forty hours’ fast (for,
of course, she knew nothing of my fucking Mary), I begged her to allow
me to run one more course.

“Then, my darling Charlie, you must let me turn on my side, for I am so
heated with your weight and my husband’s that I must have some relief,
but there is no occasion for you to withdraw, leave me to manage it.”

With an art quite her own, she accomplished her object, her splendid
buttocks’ pressing before my eyes against my belly fired me immediately.
My cock swelled and stood firm as ever. Then passing an arm round her
body, I used my fingers on her excited and stiffly projecting clitoris.
We had a much longer and more voluptuous fuck than before; nothing could
exceed the delicious movements of my divine mistress; she twisted her
body so, that I could suck one of her bubbies, while I fucked and
frigged her; she spent with such a scream of delight that I am sure she
must have been heard in the house, had it not been for the inner baize
door to the room. She continued throbbing so deliciously on my prick
that I began to flatter myself I should obtain a fourth favour, but she
suddenly bolted out of my arms and out of bed. Turning round, and taking
my whole prick into her mouth, and giving it a voluptuous suck, she
said—

“No, my loved boy, we must be prudent if we mean to have a repetition of
these most exquisite interviews. You have given me most extatic
pleasure, and by moderation, and running no risk in too long indulgence
of our passions, we may safely manage to enjoy similar interviews every
day. Get into the dressing room, remain there until I leave my room and
pass your door. After I have seen that no one is near, I will cough
twice, wait a minute longer, then quietly leave and descend by the back
stairs.”

All was happily effected, and for the week longer they remained with us,
I found means to repeat the charming lesson every day, without raising
suspicion in anyone’s mind.

At last this admirable woman departed. It was with difficulty I could
bear the scene, but I gulphed down my feelings as best I could. She had
become a universal favourite, and all regretted her leaving, so that my
distress was not noticed in the general regret. It was more than two
years before fortune favoured me in again meeting with this charming
woman. And then we saw very much of each other, both alone and with
other congenial spirits, of which, perhaps, I may hereafter write a
detail; but at present I have got events to relate that followed fast on
her departure.

I have said that Miss Evelyn had been gradually growing more familiar in
her manner of partially caressing me. She drew me closer to her, almost
invariably placing her arm round my waist, frequently kissing and
pressing me against her firm and well-formed bosom. This had frequently
an evident effect on my lower person, even while I was kept less
excitable by the constant relief my passions were obtaining in the arms
of my adored Mrs. B. Now I no longer had that vent, for the little
relief I could get at rare intervals from my sister Mary was as nothing,
after the constant exercise I had been provided with for a whole month.
Ever since I had practised that little deception on Miss Evelyn by
attributing to her embraces the evident distraction I was in on the day
of Mr. Benson’s return, she had increased her pressures of my person,
and could not but feel my stiff prick throbbing against her thigh, while
she closely pressed my body against it with her arm. I often noted the
increased sparkle of her eyes and changes of colour on her face when she
kissed me, and I put up my hand and caressed her cheek. At times she
would push me suddenly away, and beg me to resume my seat; frequently
she would quit the room in an agitated manner, till this led me to
suppose that an internal conflict was going on, and that passion urged
one course, reason another. Remembering the sage advice given to me by
my loved and beautiful mistress, Mrs. B., I resolved to play the part of
an innocent ignoramus, and let her own passions develop and produce the
result I so longed for. I doubt if I could have held out but for the
relief I found in dear Mary’s embraces, who, each time we could manage
to meet, became more and more attractive, and more capable of giving and
receiving pleasure. We had some difficulty in keeping Eliza blind to our
doings. At last Mary agreed to initiate her into gamahuching, and to
tell her I did so to her when we shut ourselves up together, and that if
she would keep the secret, I would do the same to her; but that it was
necessary that one should keep watch while the other amused herself with
me, for fear Miss Evelyn should chance to come. Mary proceeded to
gamahuche her, which delighted Eliza beyond measure; indeed, although a
year and a half younger, she speedily showed a developement of passion
superior to Mary. At first I only gamahuched her, letting her play with
my prick as I did so, but not attempting to instruct her in the art of
insertion into her charming little quim, which already showed symptoms
of a hairy growth on her well-formed and very prominent mount. When I
had done enough in this way, Mary, who had previously been fucked by me,
returned, and Eliza took up the watch, while I appeased in Mary’s
deliciously tight cunt the thirst that gamahuching Eliza had raised.

It was thus I could more coolly await the gradual approximation that
Miss Evelyn’s evident passion for me was bringing about. That she
struggled against it was evident, but passion was gaining the advantage,
as was shown by her nervous tremblings and sudden clutches, drawing me
up to her parched lips, and sometimes pushing me away with a shudder
that shook her frame and paled her lovely cheeks. I fancied that nature
had been too much for her on these occasions, and that in reality the
sudden clutching was the approach of love’s crisis, and that when she
shuddered, and suddenly repulsed me, she was discharging. It was evident
this could not continue. At last the happy day for which I so longed
arrived. Mamma was going to go to the town, and taking my two sisters
with her, to get something or other for them. She invited Miss Evelyn to
accompany her, but the latter declined, on the excuse of an alleged
headache. In truth, the violent nature of the conflict going on between
her passions and her prudence had visibly affected her health; she had
become pale and anxious-looking, and my mother was somewhat uneasy about
her. She told her not to occupy herself too much with my lessons that
day, and only give me work for an hour in the morning and an hour in the
afternoon, and begged her to take a quiet stroll in the garden, and rest
as much as possible.

On leaving us, she cautioned me to be as gentle and obedient as
possible, as Miss Evelyn was poorly and out of spirits. Mamma and the
girls departed. Miss Evelyn, almost as pale as death, and quite visibly
trembling, falteringly begged me to go to our schoolroom and study the
lesson she had given me the previous evening, saying she would join me
shortly. I went, but no lesson could I do that day. The evident
agitation and apparent illness of Miss Evelyn distressed if not alarmed
me; I was still too inexperienced in her mind. It was a phase of woman’s
nature which I had as yet no knowledge of. I had merely a vague kind of
idea that it all tended to the ultimate gratification of my libidinous
hopes, and I only held off to a certain extent in obedience to the
counsel my loved Mrs. Benson had so wisely impressed upon me, and was
waiting in lively hopes of the result I so ardently wished for.

At last Miss Evelyn joined me, her eyes were swollen and red as if she
had been weeping; my own filled with tears when I saw her, and I
approached, hesitatingly, and said—

“Oh, my dear governess, I am so grieved to see you look so poorly. Oh,
do nothing today, and I promise to work twice as hard tomorrow.”

At the moment I really felt quite distressed at the sad expression of
her features. For an instant she smiled languidly, then, by some
compulsion of feeling, she seized me in both arms and drawing me to her
bosom, covered me with kisses; her eyes became almost perfectly
brilliant.

“Oh, you dear, dear, darling boy, I love you beyond expression. Kiss,
oh, kiss me! my darling! and comfort me, because I love you all too
well.”

Then, again, there was a change, she seemed to fear she had said too
much, and turned away her head and tears started to her eyes, but her
arms did not relax the embrace in which she held me. I was deeply moved
at her evident agitation. I thought she was really ill, and suffering
greatly; so I threw my arms round her neck, kissing her tenderly, and
weeping myself, tried to comfort her in my inexperienced way, sobbing
out—

“Oh, dear, dear Miss Evelyn, do be comforted, I so dearly love you that
it makes my heart bleed to see you so unhappy. Oh, let me see you smile,
and do try not to cry so. Why are you so unhappy and low spirited? Oh,
that I could do anything to make you happy?” And redoubling my
endearments, she again turned her lovely face to me. Again there was the
unnatural fire in her eyes, and a hectic glow flushed her cheek.

“You darling angel of a boy; it is you that makes me so unhappy.”

I started back in surprise.

“I make _you_ unhappy! Oh! Miss Evelyn, how can that be, when I adore
the very ground you stand on, and love (_sobbing_)—love (_sob_)—love you
more than anything in the world.”

She seized my head in her two hands, glued her lips to mine, gave me a
long, long kiss of love; then, pressing me to her bosom—

“Oh, say that again, my loved, my darling boy; it is the love I feel for
you that is breaking my heart, but I can resist it no longer. Will my
Charlie love his Evelyn always as he does now?”

“Oh, how could I do otherwise? I have worshipped you from the first
moment of your arrival, and have had no other idea. What can I do to
prove it—try, oh, try me. I have never breathed a syllable of my love
for you, even to yourself, let alone other people.”

Her eyes, sparkling with passion, were searching the depths of mine, as
if to fathom my thoughts. I, too, began to feel my amorous passions
excited by her warm embraces and kisses. She held me tight to her body,
and could not help feeling the hard substance that jutted out against
her.

“I believe you, my Charlie, and will trust you with my life—with more,
with my honour! I can no longer resist my fate. But, oh! Charlie, love
me always, for I run a fearful risk in loving you as I do.”

She again drew me to her lips, my hands clasped her neck in a close
embrace. Her hands wandered—pressed upon my throbbing prick. With
trembling and hasty fingers she unbuttoned, or rather tore open, my
trousers, and her soft fingers clasped my naked instrument.

“Oh, I shall die, dear Miss Evelyn; what must I do to make you happy?”

My apparent ignorance could not but please her. She sank back on the
long low chair on which she was seated, apparently accidentally drawing
up her petticoats with her hand in falling back. I threw myself on my
knees, and pushing her petticoats further up disclosed the rich, dark,
curly beauty of her mount. She covered her burning face with her hand,
while, pressing my head forward, I began pressing her beauteous cunt,
sucking it without daring to lick her clitoris. She tried to push me
away—“No! no! I must not.”

But I suppose my proceedings fired her passions still more, for she was
quite moist and juicy, and I have no doubt had already had one discharge
while embracing me so warmly. She suddenly said—

“Come then, my loved boy, and I will be all in all to you.”

Drawing me up—nothing loath—I was soon extended on her belly, with my
stiff-standing cock pressing against her cunt. I had still the prudence
not to show any knowledge of the act. I sighed deeply—

“Oh! my loved Miss Evelyn, do help me, I know not what to do.”

Her hand glided down between us, she guided my glowing instrument
between the longing lips of her delicious cunt. I pushed, and buried the
head and two inches of its body at the first thrust. The second brought
it against an unexpected obstacle, for it never had struck me that Miss
Evelyn was a virgin. I pushed hard at it.

“Oh, Charlie, love, be gentle, you are hurting me very much.”

Knowing that the best way would be to excite her by short shoves,
without at first trying to go further, I did so, and she began to feel
all the raging desires that so formidable a prick as mine must excite,
when moving between the soft velvety folds of her tight and juicy quim.
I held myself in, and continued my proceedings until the convulsive
movements of her loins, and the increased pressure of the folds of her
cunt, showed me that the crisis was approaching, and she was about to
spend. She hugged me close in her arms, and at the moment of spending
involuntarily heaved up her bottom. This was the very moment I was with
difficulty waiting for. I retired a little and plunged forward with
irresistible force. I burst my way through every barrier, up to the very
roots of my prick. The attack was as painful as unexpected. Miss Evelyn
gave a shriek of agony and swooned away. I at once improved the
opportunity, and thrusting in and out with the utmost vigour, broke down
every obstacle, and enlarged the opening by side movements as much as
possible, while she was insensible to the pain. I then died away myself
in an agony of delight. I lay soaking within the delicious sheath until
her convulsive shudders and short sobs showed that my now fully
deflowered mistress was recovering her senses. The thought of the
unexpected victory I had won had already begun to make my cock stand
again, although it was still comparatively soft. I could feel an
involuntary pressure on it, as she came to a full consciousness of our
position. She threw her arms round my neck, gave me a most impassioned
kiss, and then sobbed and cried as if her heart would break.

It is a curious idiosyncracy of my nature to be most libidinously
excited by a woman’s tears, and although I really suffered to see her in
such grief, it stiffened my prick to its utmost dimensions. I tried to
comfort her with words, but she sobbed, sobbed on. I suddenly thought
that a renewal of action might bring about a revulsion of feeling, and
began vigorous movements. She sighed deeply, but I could tell by the
nervous twitchings of her loins that her passions were being excited.
They soon decided the contest. She threw her arms round my waist, and
pressed me to her, devouring my mouth with her kisses. Nature prompted
her movements, and in a very few minutes we both poured down a plenteous
offering on Venus’s altar. She shook and trembled as she felt the warm
gush within her, and squeezed me with all her might to her bosom. We lay
in a trance for some ten minutes, my charming governess fainting with
love, and giving my delighted prick the most luscious pressure, which
speedily fired him to new efforts. Miss Evelyn herself was most
amorously excited, and we again dashed on love’s delicious path—to end,
as usual, in the death-like swoon of satiated passion. When we came to
our senses, my loved mistress, embracing me tenderly, and throwing her
eyes up to heaven, said—

“Oh, my dear darling boy, you made me suffer horribly at first, but I
have been in heaven since. Oh, how I love and adore you. But we must
rise, my Charlie, we may be discovered. We have, in fact, run great
risk, as the door has not been fastened.”

I rose, and withdrew my prick from her reeking quim, which seemed by its
close pressure to let me go with regret. I found it was all bloody.

“Stop, Charles, let me wipe it with my handkerchief, lest it stain your
shirt.”

She did so, and folding it up and placing it in her bosom, said—

“I shall keep this precious relic as a memorial of the sacrifice I have
made to you, my loved boy. Ah! Charlie, you cannot yet understand the
value of that sacrifice and the risk of ruin I have run for your sake. I
love you as I never loved anyone before, or can ever love again. My
honour and happiness are now in your hands, and it is on your discretion
they rest. Be careful never to exhibit any liberty of conduct towards me
or to mention to anyone what has occurred.”

It may readily be imagined I gave her every assurance on that head, and
told her I loved her too dearly, and was too grateful for the extatic
happiness she had taught me how to enjoy, for any chance of betrayal to
take place through my indiscretion. She embraced me tenderly, told me to
go straight to the garden, that she must seek some repose after all that
had happened, and we should meet again at midday meal.

I did as desired, full of sweet thoughts at the exquisite delights she
had afforded me, and already longing for the afternoon school hour to
renew the enrapturing union of our souls and bodies. Miss Evelyn did not
come down to her luncheon, but had something sent up to her room.
However, she joined me in the schoolroom at two o’clock, as usual. She
was very pale, but embraced me tenderly, and was very endearing. Of
course, I immediately became excited, and very enterprising, but she
gently repulsed me, and requested that I would leave her quiet that day,
as she felt not only exhausted, but in pain, and would be all the better
for perfect repose. I begged hard to be allowed some slight favours, if
not all, but she was inexorable. Finding that I could neither do any
lessons nor be quiet, she said—

“Then we must go into the garden, I think the fresh air and a gentle
walk will do me good.”

It instantly occurred to me that if I could draw her away to the summer
house, I should have a better chance of succeeding in again enjoying her
delicious embraces. Accordingly, when she went up to her room to put on
her bonnet and shawl, I possessed myself of the key, to be prepared for
my chance of success.

We walked about the flower garden for a time, Miss Evelyn taking my arm,
and most lovingly conversing with me. She walked somewhat stiffly. We
sat down for a rest, shortly she felt the heat of the sun too great, so
I proposed a walk in the shaded shrubbery. I kept prattling on, so as
not to let her see how far I was leading her away, she appeared
surprised that we had got so far, when we came in sight of the summer
house.

“Oh! Charlie, my dear, I am afraid it will fatigue me too much to walk
all the way back without rest and we have not the key.”

“Sometimes it is left in the door, I will run and see.” Off I bounded,
slipped the key in the lock, and ran back to say it was there, she
followed me in, and sank on the long backless sofa, which had already
served me so often. I begged her to extend herself at length. I placed
pillows for her head, and drew a chair for myself near her. She did not
appear to have any suspicion of any act on my part, but lay down on her
side. She took my hand in hers, and we began a conversation, very
interesting, in as much as it was how we should regulate our conduct, so
as not to raise any suspicion of our amorous connection, and also of how
we should manage to meet from time to time.

“You, dear boy,” she said, “I cannot now live without the comfort of
your embraces, but you must remember, in my dependent position,
discovery would be my ruin. I rely on your silence and discretion, and
if I am as dear to you as you, my adored Charlie, are to me, I may
safely trust to you.” I threw my arms round her neck, and told her I
loved her all too dearly, and longed too much to return to her endearing
and delicious embraces, for her to have any fear of my committing either
her or myself. She fondly embraced and kissed me. I became fired with
passion. My hand wandered, her position only enabled her to make a
feeble resistance, I reached her beauteously covered mount, she murmured
supplications to be left alone, and held her thighs close together.

She was not aware of my knowledge of the parts, so inserting my finger
into the upper part of the lips, I reached her clitoris, and began
rubbing in and out, purposely, in an awkward way, but taking care to hit
the right point.

“Charlie, my Charlie, you must not do that—I—I cannot bear it.”

At the same time she threw her arm round my neck and drew me to her
lips, which glued themselves to mine. I felt her thighs yield and open.
I immediately improved the occasion, and began frigging her with my
middle finger up her quim. Her passions became inflamed.

“Come then, my darling boy, to my arms, I cannot resist you longer.”

In an instant I was unbuttoned and had my trousers down, and was between
her legs almost before she had concluded her sentence. The excitement of
my caresses had moistened her juicy cunt, and the head of my prick
entered without any difficulty. In my ardour I was about to rush on with
a vigorous shove, when she implored me to be more gentle, as she still
smarted from our morning encounter. Moderating my movements, and gently
insinuating my stiff instrument, I gradually made my way up to its
utmost limits, and hardly occasioned even a grimace of pain. Here I
stopped, leaving it sheathed up to the root, and making it throb from
instant to instant. Then seeking my loved Miss Evelyn’s mouth, our lips
and tongues met. Her arms round my waist became tighter in their
embrace. The delicious folds of her luscious juicy quim began to throb
and press on my excited member. Allowing her to become thoroughly
excited, I waited until she actually quite unexpectedly yielded down her
nature, and spent profusely, to the exquisite pleasure of my saturated
organ. I still held all off, to give her time after the delight of that
spend, which was probably the first of unalloyed extatic pleasure she
enjoyed; for as I was an inactive participator, there was nothing to
cause any action on the still raw edges of her broken maidenhead. Her
internal pressures were most exquisite. Our embraces with tongues and
lips were like the billing and cooing of doves, and very rapidly brought
her again to a raging point of desire. I then began with slow and gentle
movements, drawing my prick slowly nearly all the way out, and then as
slowly driving it up to the hilt. Her previous very copious discharge
had so oiled the delicious folds of her cunt, that no pain was felt,
only the intense pleasure. At last it became overpowering; her arms were
thrown round my waist, and her legs were involuntary cast over my hips.
Nature prompted her to the most delicious movements of her bottom; she
met my forward thrusts, and responded to them in the most libidinous
manner.

“Go on, go on, dear Charlie—faster!—faster!”

I wanted no spur. Fast and furious grew our movements, until at last,
with a mutual cry of delight, we sank in each other’s arms in the
blissful extasy of the most complete enjoyment. It was several minutes
before we regained our senses, and both our organs of generation were
pulsating, the one within the other, in all the luxury of satiated
passion. With her beauteous legs still thrown over mine, she moved her
arms to my neck, kissed me voluptuously, and mingled the sweetest
accents of gratification with the most endearing caresses and
flatteries. I lay, as it were, in the paphian bower of bliss, in a state
of exquisite sensations quite impossible to describe. It seemed even a
greater pleasure than the more active state of delight we had been to. I
could have lain so for hours, but for that excitable prick of mine,
whose sensibilities were far too rapidly set in motion by the luscious
pressures of that most delightful cunt in which it lay engulphed. It had
gradually resumed its pristine firmness, and was now at full stand,
throbbing impatiently for further combats. I began to move. Miss Evelyn
said—

“Oh, my Charlie, you must cease, my dear boy; we must not only be
prudent, but consider your youth and health. Do, oh! do! my dear boy.
Oh!—pray cease.”

Her words were cut short by the increasing passion that the vigorous
movements of my prick occasioned to her whole system. She could resist
no longer, but with arms and legs closely embracing me, and devouring me
with kisses, she threw herself into the fight, and with body and soul so
seconded me that we died away in screams of delight, and sank quite
insensible in each other’s arms.

It was many minutes before we recovered speech. I still lay entirely
embedded in her most exquisite cunt, and would have liked to have
continued in her delicious embrace. But Miss Evelyn so imploringly
beseeched me to cease for this time, and pointed out how necessary
prudency was, if we ever wished to meet again, that I felt compelled to
raise myself from her body. But, in doing so, I slid off downwards, and
before she could prevent me, I glued my lips to the open pouters below
me, and greedily devoured all her delicious discharge, and did not
desist until I had so licked her clitoris as to make her spend most
copiously again. At first she had tried to resist, saying—

“Charlie, what on earth are you at? You must not, my dear boy, it is
dreadful.”

But, as I roused her passions, her hand, instead of trying to draw away
my head, held it firm and pushed it well against her throbbing and
delicious quim, her thighs closed against the sides of my head, and she
almost swooned away with the extasy of her discharge. I greedily
swallowed it and rising completely, took her in my arms, and placing her
on her bottom, sweetly kissed her.

“Oh, what a charming creature you are, my beloved Miss Evelyn, I adore
you from the sole of your feet to the crown of your head.”

“But you, my beloved Charlie, have more than justified my imprudence.
You have given me a joy which I could never have dreamt of. I am yours,
body and soul; do with me as you like. I, too, adore the very ground you
tread on.”

We continued exchanging the sweetest vows of affection, until, seeing my
prick rising to its usual stiffness, she said—

“Oh, my darling, you must put this away; it would be most imprudent to
continue any longer. Now, let me button it up.”

First stooping and kissing it, she put it into my trousers with some
difficulty, buttoned me up, and we strolled towards the house.

Our conversation turned on our chance of fresh encounters. She begged I
would not think of attempting anything of the kind next day, and she
would try and arrange for the day after, although my sisters were
terribly in the way.

I suggested she should keep me in as when she flogged me, nay, indeed,
she should flog me in reality if she liked.

She laughed at my idea, but said something might be done in that way as
a blind. So I said—

“I will neglect my lesson on purpose to furnish an excuse.”

“We shall see—we shall see. Meanwhile, remember to be very prudent.”

We reached the house; she retired to her room until mamma returned. Very
kind inquiries were made, she said she had suffered severely from
headache, but, on the whole, felt better and hoped that a good night’s
rest would put her all to rights. We all retired early, both mamma and
the girls were tired with their drive and shopping. I had resumed my bed
in the little dressing room, and went to sleep with thoughts of my
delicious day’s doings, to dream of re-enacting them with every amorous
excess that the utmost lubricity could suggest.

The next day Miss Evelyn began to resume her former looks—the struggle
was at an end. She was very gentle in her manner, and seemed even more
affectionate than usual to my sisters, who, fancying she was not very
well, were attentive, rather trying to anticipate her wishes than
following them.

There was rather a greater appearance of reserve than previously in her
manner to me, but when I went up to her to repeat my lessons, there was
a warmer clasping of my waist and a suppressed manner that showed she
was restraining her desire to press me to her bosom. Her face slightly
flushed, and she turned her beautiful eyes upon me with such an
endearing expression of affection that I could have thrown myself into
her arms but for the check upon my ardour which her own reserve imposed
upon me.

Nothing more took place between us that day. At our usual hour of
recreation, from four till five, Miss Evelyn retired to her room to
repose after the efforts of restraint that she had put upon herself all
day, and left us to ourselves. I need not say an immediate resort to the
summer house followed. There, first deliciously fucking Mary, and then
gamahuching Eliza, with the addition of gently introducing, at the same
time, a finger a short distance up her quim, I finished off with another
voluptuous fuck with Mary. I thus was enabled to bear the bridle Miss
Evelyn put upon the indulgence of my appetite in her person, and was
apparently more reasonable than in reality. She again, on the second
day, failed to give me the opportunity I so longed for. Thinking she
might hesitate, from fear of discovery, and the fact of having no
apparently reasonable excuse of being alone with me, I determined to
play the idler next day in the afternoon. On being called up, I had done
nothing. Miss Evelyn looked grave, but blushed deeply at the same time.

“What do you mean, Charlie, by this idleness? Go, do your lesson, or I
shall be obliged to punish you.”

She took me by the arm, and gently pressed it as she told me to resume
my seat. At four o’clock, of course, my lesson was as far as before from
being done.

“Mary and Eliza, you can go into the garden. Charles will remain until
he finishes his lesson, or is punished for his idleness.”

They left and Miss Evelyn locked the door after them. Then we flew into
each other’s arms, and indulged in the most endearing caresses for a
very few seconds. I had been in a state of most violent erection for
some time, so that my hand was up her petticoats immediately. I gently
pushed her back on her low long easy chair, and kneeling in front, first
thrust my head between her thighs, and taking a glance at her
beautifully haired cunt, already all moist and juicy, showing that she
was as ready as myself, I gamahuched her until she spent in my mouth,
and sucked the delicious liquid most greedily. There was something
peculiarly sweet in her spend, and my tongue sought the innermost lining
of her delicious quim as far as its limited length would admit, that I
might not lose a drop of her exquisite nectar, worthy of the gods. The
excitement I occasioned her was almost too much for her to bear, she
drew me up, saying—

“Oh! Charlie, my angel of a boy, come, oh, come to my arms.” I raised
myself up, threw myself into her arms, and in a moment I was engulphed
up to the cods in her exquisite and throbbing cunt; she closed upon me
with arms and legs, we were both too violently excited to pause for any
of the more voluptuous movements of less violent desires, but rushed on
in passion’s wildest extasy, both far too eager to think of any
restraint, and with the utmost vigour on both our parts, we ran our
first course with great rapidity. My adored Miss Evelyn had quite got
over every feeling of pain, and could not but be delighted with the heat
and vigour of my attack. We both died away together, at the extatic
moment pouring down a mutual flood of spunk to cool the inflamed members
that had the instant before been in such tumultuous action. Darling Miss
Evelyn hugged me close to her bosom, and threw her beautiful eyes,
screaming with passion, up to the ceiling, as if to thank heaven for the
joys she had felt. Our lips then met and glued themselves together in
one long, long kiss of love, which quickly lighted up our lust; she was
as eager as myself, and we had another vigorous encounter, ending in all
the agonies of delight, as before. Then after a longer interval of the
most endearing caresses and fond accents of murmured love, we ran our
third course, with more abandon—lengthening out our exquisite
sensations, by slower and quicker movements and pauses between—in which
my beautiful governess began to develop an art in which she shortly
became even superior to the more experienced Mrs. Benson, who had so
charmingly initiated me into love’s mysteries.

There was a peculiar charming and endearing softness in the manner of
Miss Evelyn most winning and most exquisitely attractive. It was
evidenced even in her mode of handling my prick; without grasping it,
her hand appeared to pass over it hardly touching it, but in so exciting
a manner that after any number of encounters, she could raise it by her
fairy touch in a moment. Our third encounter lasted quite half an hour,
and we sank in the death-like luxury of discharge, our whole souls
seemed to exude with the exquisite distillation of our seed. We had long
before regained our senses. I was still engulphed in her delicious cunt,
but she begged me to relieve her of my weight. We rose, she shook her
petticoats down, and assisted me to arrange my trousers. I then sat down
and took her on my knee. Our lips met in a mutual warm kiss of gratified
passion. She thanked me for the joys of paradise I had given her—and for
my discretion in procuring an excuse for our meeting. She acknowledged
that she had been as impatient as myself, but was obliged to take every
precaution against raising the slightest suspicion in the house.

“You must always remember, my darling boy, that for me discovery would
be my ruin for ever. I risk everything to possess you, my beloved boy, I
would care little for discovery, if it would not also separate us for
ever. That idea, my adored Charlie, is insupportable, I can no longer
exist without you.” Here she threw her arms round my neck, and burst
into tears.

I have already described the effect of tears on my unruly member, which,
while I was consoling and vowing eternal attachment to my loved
mistress, burst from its bonds and stood out in all its glory. I took
her soft and beautiful little hand, and laid it on it. She grasped it
tightly, and looking at it, while smiling through her tears, said—

“My Charlie, what a great big thing it is. I wonder how it could ever
get into me, without killing me.”

“You shall soon see that,” said I, and changing places, I laid her down,
lifted her petticoats and was into her in a moment. She begged me to
proceed slowly, and to lengthen out our pleasures as much as possible.
We had a most glorious and truly delicious fuck; my lovely and charming
mistress giving me most extatic pleasure by the exquisite pressures of
the internal folds of her delicious and lascivious cunt.

We lay enraptured for long after we had spent, and then resumed our
sitting position, and arranged everything in order, as the time for the
return of my sisters from their hour of recreation was close at hand.

Our conversation naturally turned upon how we should arrange for our
next meeting. Miss Evelyn insisted that we must not think of meeting
more than once in three or four days, as otherwise we might raise
suspicions fatal to our meeting at all. However reasonable this was, I
raised an outcry against such a tantalizing delay, and begged hard for a
shorter period between our intervals.

“It cannot be my darling boy, remember discovery would separate us for
ever. By prudence, we may long continue these delicious meetings.” I
suddenly suggested that as I slept alone in the little room, which, when
the spare room was unoccupied, was far away from everyone, she might
steal along at night, when all were asleep, and thus I could enjoy the
whole of her exquisite charms, without hindrance. She did not reply, but
I could see her eye sparkled, and her cheek flushed as if already in
imagination she was revelling untrammelled in all the luxury of
voluptuousness such a plan opened out. However, she did not at once
accept, but kissing me fondly, called me her dear and ingenious boy, and
said she would think over my suggestion. We resumed our lessons on my
sisters’ return. Miss Evelyn was again four days before she gave me
another opportunity of an amorous meeting. It was only my purposed
insubordination that obtained me this interview. We again indulged in
all the luxuries of carnal enjoyment, as far as could be done,
incommoded as we both were by dress and locality. Reverting more
strongly than ever to my plan of meeting in my lonely room, I begged so
hard that at last she promised to come the night of the following day. I
was obliged to put up with this, although I would fain have had her come
that very night, but as her passions were evidently gaining stronger
possession of her, and she was becoming more loving, and more voluptuous
than ever, I felt certain she would not disappoint me on the next night.
The delicious idea of revelling in charms I had so often furtively gazed
on, kept me away from my sisters next day. Under a plea of headache I
went early to bed, and took up some oil, to oil the hinges and lock of
the door, to be prepared for my loved mistress. I lay long awake, and
was almost in despair of her coming, when I heard the clock strike
twelve. All at once I became aware she was at my bedside. She had
entered the room with so gentle a step that though on the watch for her,
I did not hear her even when she opened the door, shut, and locked it.
She had come in her dark-grey cloak, and when at my bedside this was
dropped on the floor, she stood in nothing but a very fine and thin
chemise. She flung herself in my arms, as I rose to embrace her, and we
instantly sank closely clasped in each other’s arms. I was far too
sharply set to practise any preliminaries. I turned her on her back, and
was into her in a moment, with one vigorous thrust, which almost took
away her breath, and gave her intense delight. I was too quick for her,
however, as I spent in two or three shoves into that delight-giving
cunt. But as this hardly allayed the fires of my too ardent desires, the
convulsive internal movements of her unsatisfied orbit quickly restored
my scarcely reduced member to a renewed vigour. Miss Evelyn being
greatly excited by the unsatisfying nature of my first bout, was
extremely warm, and throwing her arms and legs around my body, we again
rushed headlong into all the fury of fucking, and as my previous
spendings had somewhat reduced the power of immediate discharge, I was
able to suit my movements exactly to those of my most active companion,
and we sank together in all the voluptuousness of satisfied desires,
lying long locked in each other’s arms, before we were again in a state
to renew our combats in love’s delicious domain. We spent the interval
in whispered vows and fond endearments and embracings of each other’s
naked charms, both of us admiringly passing our hands over every part of
our bodies.

Miss Evelyn at last concentrated all her attention on my well-developed
member, which she most endearingly embraced and fondled tenderly, very
quickly putting him into an ungovernable state of erection. I was lying
on my back, and she partially raised herself to kiss my formidable
weapon; so gently putting her upon me, I told her it was her turn to do
the work. She laughed, but at once mounted upon me, and bringing her
delicious cunt right over my prick, and guiding it to the entrance of
love’s grotto, she gently sank down upon it and engulphed it until the
two hairs pressed against each other. A few slow up and down movements
followed, when becoming too libidinous for such temporizing delays, she
sank on my belly, and began to show most wonderful activity of loins and
bottom. I seconded her to the utmost, and finding she was so excited, I
slipped my hand round behind and introduced my middle finger in the rosy
and very tight orifice of her glorious backside. I continued to move in
and out in unison with her up and down heavings. It seemed to spur her
on to more vigorous actions, and in the midst of short gaspings and
suppressed sighs, she sank almost senseless on my bosom. I, too, had
quickened my action, and shot into her gaping womb a torrent of boiling
sperm.

We lay entranced in the raptures of satiated desire for a long time. At
last she came to her senses, and fondly kissing me, turned off, and we
lay side by side closely embraced.

“Oh! my beloved Charlie, what exquisite delight you have given me; you
are the most delicious and loving creature that ever could be created.
You kill me with pleasure, but what was that you were doing to my
bottom? What put such an idea into your head?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I put my arm round to feel the beautiful
globes of your bottom, and found in grasping one that my finger was
against a hole, all wet with our previous encounters, and pressing it,
found that my finger slipped in; you gave it such a delicious pressure
when in that the idea entered into my head that, as it resembled the
delicious pressure your enchanting other orifice gives my shaft when
embracing you, this orifice would like a similar movement to that which
my shaft exercised in your quim. So I did so, and it seemed to add to
your excitement, if I may judge by the extraordinary convulsive
pressures you gave my finger when you died away in all the agony of our
final rapture. Tell me, my beloved Miss Evelyn, did it add to your
pleasure as much as I fancied?”

“Well, my darling Charlie, I must own it did, very much to my surprise;
it seemed to make the final pleasure almost too exciting to bear, and I
can only account it a happy accident leading to an increase to pleasure
I already thought beyond the power of nature to surpass. Naughty boy, I
feel your great instrument at full stretch again, but you must moderate
yourself, my darling, we have done enough for tonight. No, no, no! I am
not going to let him in again.”

Passing her hand down, she turned away its head from the charming
entrance of her cunt, and began handling and feeling it in apparent
admiration of its length, thickness, and stiffness. Her gentle touch did
anything but allay the passion that was rising to fever heat; so sucking
one of her bubbies, while I pressed her to me with one arm under her,
and embracing her on the other side, I passed my hand between our moist
and warm bodies, reached her charming clitoris, already stiff with the
excitement of handling my prick. My titillations soon decided her
passions, and gently prompting her with the arm under her body, I turned
her once more on the top of me. She murmured an objection, but offered
no resistance; on the contrary, she herself guided my throbbing and
eager prick into the voluptuous sheath that was longing to engulph it.
Our movements this time were less hurried and more voluptuous. For some
time she kept her body upright, rising and falling from her knees. I put
my finger to her clitoris, and added to the extatic pleasure she was so
salaciously enjoying. She soon found she must come to more rapid and
vigorous movements, and lying down on my belly embraced and kissed me.
Toying with our tongues I put an arm round her waist, and held her
tight, while her glorious buttocks and most supple loins kept up the
most delicious thrust and pressures on my thoroughly engulphed weapon. I
again stimulated her to the highest pitch of excited desires by
introducing my finger behind, and we both came to the grand crisis in a
tumultuous state of enraptured agony, unable to do ought, but from
moment to moment convulsively throb in and on our engulphed members. We
must have lain thus languidly, and deliciously enjoying all the raptures
of the most complete and voluptuous gratification of our passions, for
fully thirty minutes before we recovered complete consciousness. Miss
Evelyn was first to remember where she was. She sprang up, embraced me
tenderly, and said she must leave me at once, she was afraid she had
already stayed imprudently long. In fact, it was near five o’clock in
the morning. I rose from the bed to fling my arms round her lovely body,
to fondle and embrace her exquisite bubbies. With difficulty she tore
herself from my arms. I accompanied her to the door, and with a mutual
and loving kiss we parted. I to return and rapidly sink into the
sweetest slumber after such a delicious night of most voluptuous
fucking.

She came again three times in the next six nights; each time we renewed
our mutual joys, with ever increasing voluptuous indulgencies. On coming
to me for the fifth time, she said—

“Dear Charlie, I have only come to kiss you, and say I cannot stop.”

“Cannot stop!” I cried, “and why not, beloved Miss Evelyn?”

“I am not well, but cannot explain more.”

I had sprung out of bed, and clasped her in my arms, then passing a hand
down to her beauteous and well-covered mons Veneris, I found that she
was tied up there in cloth. I immediately remembered how my loved Mrs.
Benson had been exactly in the same way. I then also remarked the
peculiar odour of breath, but pretending ignorance, I begged to know
what had happened to my darling little grotto.

“I cannot tell you more, my dear boy, but it will keep me away from you
for four or five nights.”

“But why should that be the case; cannot you let me enter that delicious
cave of delight only once?”

“No, no, impossible! my dear Charlie, absolutely impossible! It would do
me very great harm, and you too. Let us be quiet in that way, and I
shall be the sooner well again to come and embrace you as before.”

“Oh! but darling, how can I support five nights’ absence, I shall go mad
with desire and burst—feel how he grows, and is longing for his loved
companion.”

Her soft and gentle hand caressed it. I thought to succeed by a _coup de
main_, but she was too quick for me.

“No, Charles, I am serious, and you must not try to force me, or I shall
never come near you again.”

I saw she was in earnest, and flung myself on the bed in a pet.

“Come, my darling Charlie, be reasonable, and I will do my best to give
you some satisfaction. Lay yourself on your back—so. I will kneel on the
floor at right angles to you, because you must not attempt to touch me
down there. That is a dear boy.”

So taking my prick in her soft hand, she gently moved it up and down;
then, suddenly stopping, took it into her mouth, sucking as much as she
could get in, and titillating the knob with her tongue, while one hand
frigged at the root of my prick and the other gently handled my two
crisped-up cods. She prolonged the pleasure by occasional pauses, and at
last, on finding the electric-like sensations coming, she hastened her
movement, and I poured a torrent of sperm into her mouth. She continued
her delicious sucking until not a drop more was left for her to swallow.
This was the first time she ever gamahuched me, but it was not the last
by scores of times. Ever after we improved upon the model, and added
other endearments. When not under her courses, we mutually gamahuched
each other, and she was the first to repeat upon me, with the intensest
gratification, the delicious introduction of a finger behind while
gamahuching me. At present, when she had thus taken the edge off my
carnal appetite, she lovingly embraced me, and left me to my lovely
slumbers. Of course, the four days’ grace, saving two more passing
visits “to keep me cool,” as she said, turned all to the advantage of my
sisters, whom I fucked and frigged to their utmost gratification and
delight.

I thus passed about four months. Miss Evelyn becoming a perfect adept in
love’s delicious mysteries; but, although I had attempted to enjoy the
orifice of the lower temple of Venus, my member was too large, and gave
too much pain, to completely succeed, so that I became the faithful
worshipper at the more legitimate altar of love. My sisters were
gradually developing their forms. Mary particularly so. The hair on her
quim had increased to a most charming curling profusion. Her hips spread
out, and her bottom, hard and prominent, promised to be very large.
Eliza, too, began to show increased bubbies, and an enlarged and mossy
mons Veneris.

We were approaching summer, and near the full of the moon, Mary had
complained of feeling very low spirited, and very much inclined to cry.
I tried to comfort her, and thought success would best attend my efforts
if I fucked her. So enticing her down into the garden, we entered the
summer house, and I at once proceeded to action. She was rather
unwilling, she could not say why, but had an instinctive reluctance. She
yielded, however, to my entreaties, and I fucked her without apparently
exciting her in the usual way. I consequently withdrew as soon as I had
run the first course, and at once discovered what ailed poor Mary. My
member was covered with blood. For the first time her courses had come
upon her. She was greatly alarmed, but I told her I had heard it was
quite natural to young women when they reached a certain age, that she
had better tell mamma at once, who would instruct her what to do. I
carefully wiped my reddened member, and then retired to my room to
purify myself. That very night, on Miss Evelyn coming to me, I found she
was exactly in the same state. She gave me my usual relief with her soft
hand and caressing lips, and then left me for five nights, as at that
time.

I now found myself reduced to my dear little sister Eliza. Up to this
time I had never actually fucked her, and her maidenhead was still
intact. She was now approaching fourteen, and the down on her charming
little cunt was becoming more decided; her bubbies too, under the erotic
excitement of my _attouchements_ and gamahuching, had assumed a decided
prominence. My finger had somewhat rendered the opening of her little
pinky slit more easy of access. So I resolved to complete her carnal
education and fuck her thoroughly. The opportunity was perfect; both
Miss Evelyn and Mary retired to their rooms to lie down at our usual
hour’s recreation, Eliza and I at once hied to the summer house, and
locked ourselves in. I immediately laid her down on the long couch, and
gamahuched her until she spent in my mouth, and then continued until she
was again almost mad with desire. I then told her I should initiate her
into a new mystery, more delicious than any she had yet experienced, but
that the first initiation was always painful.

“Oh! what is it, my dear Charlie, everything you do is so nice, I know I
shall like it—what is it?”

“Then you must know, dear Eliza, that this little cunt of yours is made
for the express purpose of having a prick put into it; only, as mine is
so large, and you are still so small and so young, I was afraid it would
give you too much pain to do it sooner; but now, I think, I may get it
in, if I do it gently.”

“Oh, Charlie, dear, put it in at once, I have often felt I should like
it so; but, as you never attempted to do it, I thought it was a mere
fancy of mine. Have you ever put it inside Mary’s quim?”

“Often; nay, always, my darling.”

“Does she like it?”

“She adores it.”

“Then put it into me directly, Charlie.”

I wanted nothing better, and told her that in order to thoroughly enjoy
it, she must strip. In a minute she dropped off everything, while I took
off my trousers—coat and waistcoat having been already laid aside. I had
brought a towel to lay on the couch below her bottom, to prevent any
tell-tale stains. Laying her down on her back, with her bottom close to
the end, her legs gathered up, and her two feet resting on the sofa,
with her knees falling outwards (in the very best position for my
intended operation), I put a pillow on the floor, on which I knelt, thus
bringing my cock a little above her quim to give me a good purchase. I
then first gamahuched her well again, until she spent and cried out—

“Oh, put it in, my dear Charlie, I do feel to want it so!”

She was already well moistened by her previous discharges, and by my
licking the lips of her cunt, and covering them with saliva, with which
I also, at the same time, wetted my prick itself. I then made the point
approach the charming pouting and longing lips of her sweet little cunt,
and rubbing it first up and down between the lips, proceeded to insert
its knob between them. Thanks to the precautions taken, and the
excitement I had raised by my previous caresses with tongue and prick,
the immediate entrance was effected with greater ease than might have
been expected. No sooner was it in about an inch beyond the knob than
the passion of excitement I had raised so stimulated the natural
lubricity of Eliza’s nature that she heaved up her buttocks
energetically, letting her knees drop quite down sideways, thus
favouring to the utmost my forward thrust made at the moment, so that my
prick was sheathed in an instant more than half his length, and but for
the obstacle of her maidenhead, which he then met with, would have been
entirely engulphed. As it was, it gave her a very sharp pang of pain,
which made her shrink back, and utter an—

“Oh! Charlie!”

“Do not fear, I will be gentle, keep still a moment and then you will
find the pain pass away, and great pleasure follow.”

So we lay still for a time, until I felt those involuntary internal
pressures, the true precursors and infallible indicators of rising
desires; so commencing a slow and continuous in and out movement, I
shortly produced such an excess of pleasure in her delicious orbit, that
her movements became almost furious, and nature alone prompted her to
second me with as much art as if she had already been long instructed in
the delicious movements so calculated to add to the libidinous delights
of true enjoyment.

But Eliza was a rare example of a truly salacious and voluptuous nature,
and proved herself in that way far in advance of Mary; although she was
of a very warm temperament, Eliza’s passions were far more excitable,
and in the end she became one of the most voluptuous fuckers possible,
abandoning herself to all the wildest raptures that the most erotic
nature could suggest. Of this, hereafter; at present I had worked her up
to the utmost pitch of excited desire; she was in the very act of
discharging, and as I withdrew for a final thrust, she heaved up her
buttocks in an agony of pleasure, I felt it was now or never, and
striking home with all my force, I burst with irresistible strength
through every obstacle, and tore my way inwards, until sheathed to my
very cods. Poor Eliza! at the very moment she thought herself in the
seventh heaven of delight, she experienced the most excruciating agony.
She gave a piercing cry and fainted away; her arms fell senseless from
my body—her legs would have also fallen, but twining my arms round them,
I continued for several successive thrusts to penetrate fully and easily
into every recess, for I myself was wound up to a fearful state of
excitement. I died away in an excess of joy, sending a torrent of balmy
sperm to soften and mitigate the pain of her terribly torn quim. Finding
that Eliza could not regain consciousness, I rose somewhat in alarm, and
was horrified to see the quantity of blood that followed my withdrawal.
It was fortunate my forethought of the towel, as it had not only saved
the sofa, but helped to stanch her swollen and bleeding quim, and to
wipe the blood from her thighs and bottom. I had effected all this
before the dear girl showed the least symptoms of animation. She first
sighed, then shivered, and at last opened her eyes, and looked
confusedly at me, and asked—

“What has happened to me, Charlie?”

Then observing how she was lying naked, she recovered her complete
consciousness of all the circumstances of the case.

“Oh! Charlie, now I know; I thought you had killed me; Charlie, oh! it
was so frightfully painful. How could you hurt me so, and just as I
thought it was the most heavenly pleasure I had ever experienced in all
my life.”

“My darling, it is all over now, and it will never hurt again, and we
shall both of us have greater pleasure than ever, but not just now; it
has been greater pain to you than I thought it would be, and for the
present we must not attempt any more.” I helped her to rise, but she
felt very faint, and I had great difficulty in getting her dressed. She
was shocked to see the bloody state of the towel. I told her to put my
handkerchief between her thighs, and partly up her slit, to prevent any
marks of blood staining her shift. I then laid her down on the sofa,
while I ran to get some water from the fountain in the garden. I took a
glass and the towel with me. I returned with the water, which greatly
refreshed Eliza. I begged her to lie still as long as she could stay.
However, when she attempted to walk, she found herself very much
incommoded with the smarting pain. I was terribly afraid lest this would
be observed when we got to the house, so I suggested she should
purposely fall down when in sight of anyone, and say she could not move
because she had hurt her knee by the fall.

This stratagem succeeded admirably. We were seen approaching by Miss
Evelyn, my mother, and Mary. Dear Eliza acted her part admirably, was
seen to fall heavily, and screamed. They all rushed out, we lifted her
carefully on her legs, and supported her to the house, she complaining
of the pain in the knee and ankle. My mother insisted on her going to
bed at once, and having embrocations and hot towels applied. Eliza let
them do as they liked, and eventually was left to quiet repose, which
soon relieved the painful sensations she had undergone. Next day she
complained of great stiffness, and walked lame, but thought the hot
applications had prevented the swelling, so thus happily passed off all
observations of suspicion of the real circumstances of the case. It was
not until the third day after that I attempted to make an entrance. Of
course, I excited her first to the utmost by a long continued
gamahuching. She then let me, but with fear and trembling, introduce my
bursting member into the delicate folds of her cunt. As I was very
gentle in my movements, the pain was scarcely felt, and when once well
sheathed, and the first thrusts given slowly and luxuriously, the whole
lubricity of her nature was soon awakened, and by the time I was ready
to spend she was as ready to second me, and we died away in a mutual
flood of delighted extasy. She held me close, and would not let me
withdraw.

“No, Charlie, it took some trouble to get it in, let it stop where it is
so deliciously engulphed,” and at once anticipating her natural desires,
she began the most exquisite pressures upon me, which very shortly
brought us both up to the point of demanding more active measures.
However, I rather restrained her, and told her we must retard our
movements to increase our pleasures, because mere quick repetitions
would only exhaust her, without yielding the true extasies of enjoyment.
I, therefore, taught her the pleasures of the slow movements, and I
worked her up to spending point, without giving way myself. The dear
little creature clung to me with the most close and endearing embraces,
as if she should force a complete amalgamation of our two bodies, and
died away in the sweetest bliss of contented desire, with such a
heavenly expression of extasy on her face as made me devour it with
kisses. I had great difficulty in restraining myself from precipitately
following her example; her delicious movements at the moment of
spending, and the close pressures on my prick, were so exciting that
resisting them was quite a triumph of control. I succeeded, and lay
quite quiet, embalmed in the delicious suction of those exquisite folds
of her charming little cunt, which exercised the most delightful
pressures as well as suction on my enraptured prick. I left it entirely
to her to lie as we were as long as she pleased, or to again begin the
dear delightful friction that should once more make us dash on passion’s
furious course, to end as usual in the ever delicious extasies of the
final crisis.

This last bout had been a double one for my sister; she all but swooned
away with the rapture my spending in unison with her produced. She
declared it was a death of the most delicious extasy, which it was
perfectly impossible to describe. She clung to me, kissing me in the
most endearing manner, and telling me how happy I had at last made her
by completing the insertion of my prick in her cunt. It was worth the
suffering of twenty times as much agony to arrive at so exquisite a
result as every fuck I now gave her conferred upon her. We adjourned to
the flower garden, that we might be seen playing together, and not
excite suspicion by our constant disappearance, now that we were only
two together. Of course, Mary knew what we were at and probably guessed
that I had completed the initiation of Eliza. She smiled, and gave me a
significant pressure of the hand, when we met again in the schoolroom to
resume our lessons. For two days more I enjoyed Eliza all to myself; at
each new fuck she became more and more perfect in conferring as well as
receiving pleasure.

On the third day, Miss Evelyn whispered, “tonight,” as she gave me a
stolen pressure of the hand. She came, and we indulged in every whim of
our fancy. I had further the delicious pleasure of gazing on all her
naked beauties, as it was daylight before we parted; I had gamahuched
her twice, and fucked her five times. She gave me credit for a long
fast, and allowed so much indulgence on that account, but told me I must
in future be more moderate, for her sake, if not for my own. She allowed
three nights to pass before again coming to me. I cannot say I regretted
it, because now that Eliza was initiated, as well as Mary, we indulged
in the most delightful orgies of fucking and gamahuching at the same
time. At first we used to fuck with one laid on her back to be fucked,
while the other backed on her knees over the face of the one being
fucked, and was gamahuched by her, while I introduced my finger into the
rosy orifice of the bottom before me. But we found the most voluptuous
way was for one to lie down on her back, and the other on hands and
knees over her. She thus brought her mouth over the cunt of the one
lying down, and presented her bottom to me, who knelt behind her. The
one below guided my prick into the cunt above her face; she had thus all
the satisfaction of seeing our action, while with one hand she tickled
my cods, and the other felt my bottom-hole, and inserted a finger.
Meanwhile, she was gamahuched and bottom-frigged at the same time by the
one I was fucking, and we used all three to die away in agonies of
enraptured delight, to recommence with a change of places between the
two girls. Sometimes I tried to introduce my prick into the rosy little
orifice of Mary’s backside, but, although the finger-frigging gave her
much additional pleasure while her cunt was operated upon by my virile
member, she as yet could not support the insertion of my large prick. I
had not even attempted little Lizzie, but one day, when Miss Evelyn and
Mary were again under menstruation, and I had dear Lizzie all to myself,
she was seized with such an irresistible desire to ease herself, that
she had only time to get behind a bush and squat down. I remained
waiting for her, when she called to me, to ask if I had any paper. I
advanced to give her some. She was in a half-standing position, with her
clothes held up to her waist. While giving her the paper, my eyes
accidentally fell upon what she had voided. I was struck with its
extraordinary thickness. I made no observation at the time, but it
raised an idea that preoccupied me much. I had often thought over the
pleasure that fucking Mrs. Benson’s bum-hole had given me, hence I had
tried to initiate both Miss Evelyn and Mary in that delightful route of
pleasure, but, as before stated, had been unable to succeed with them
from the great developement of my weapon. Thinking that if they could
not bear the insertion, there could be no possibility of success with my
younger and less developed sister, I had never attempted with Lizzie
more than the insertion of one finger. It is true, with her it seemed to
produce more excitement than either upon Miss Evelyn or Mary. The sight
of the extraordinary dimensions of the matter she had voided now
suggested the idea that if her apparently very small and rosy-lipped
bottom-hole could allow so large a mass to come out, with gentle efforts
my scarcely larger machine might be inserted. I determined to try the
initiation into that route of delight the very next day. Remembering
that dear Mrs. Benson always made it a rule that she should be first
well fucked and gamahuched, and the prick well moistened, I began by
exciting dear Lizzie to the utmost. I first fucked her, and made her
spend twice to my once; then gamahuched her until she implored me to
shove my prick into her. I had managed to introduce my two forefingers
at once into her bottom, and had frigged her while sucking her cunt,
without apparently giving any pain; on the contrary, from her movements
I fancied she felt greater excitement. I took care to enlarge, as much
as possible, or rather to stretch her bottom-hole as open as I could
with two fingers. It was at the moment of her greatest excitement, when
she was pressing me to fuck her at once, that I said—

“My dearest sister, there is still another mystery of sensual
voluptuousness that you have as yet not experienced or been initiated
into, and I am about to instruct you in it.”

“Oh, what is it? dear Charlie; but do anything you like, and as quick as
possible.”

“Well, then dear, it is this sweet little orifice in your bottom that I
am going to introduce my prick into. It may give you some little pain
the first time, but by gentleness of movement, and halting from time to
time when it hurts too much, we shall get him completely inserted, and
then it will be an immense pleasure to both of us.”

“Dear, dear Charlie, do as you like, your darling prick can only give me
the greatest delight; I am dying to have him into me, I don’t care
where, as long as I get the dear creature into me. I suppose I must be
on my hands and knees.”

Upon which she turned with great agility, and presented the two hard and
already promising globes of her charming backside. I lost no time in
first thrusting my prick up to the hilt in her cunt, to moisten it. It
made her shudder again with excess of lust, and she exercised such a
pressure upon it that I had some difficulty in withdrawing it. It was so
snug and nice therein that was a great temptation to run a course in her
cunt at once, but having the other object in view, and knowing that I
wanted all its stiffness to succeed, I did summon up courage enough to
withdraw; then applying the very plenteous saliva in my mouth that
gamahuching her had stimulated, I added it to the already moistened
prick, and applying some to her bum-hole, and introducing a well-wetted
finger, I put the knob of my formidable prick to the small and smiling
orifice that lay before me. The disproportion struck me as so great that
I dreaded success would be much too painful for her, but remembering the
dimensions of what had come out of it, I boldly proceeded with the
operation. I got in over the knob without making her flinch, but, as I
proceded to push gently forward, and had got in about two inches, she
cried—

“Stop a little, Charlie, it feels so queer—I can’t bear it in further.”

I stopped where I was, but slipping a hand under her, I applied my
finger to her clitoris, holding her bottom tight against me with the
other hand round her waist, so as not to lose ground. My agile finger
soon worked her passions up, and I felt her bottom give convulsive
twitches on my prick. I allowed her to become still more excited, and
then gently pushing forward found I was slowly, and almost
imperceptibly, gaining ground. My prick was then inserted almost
two-thirds of its length, when, thrusting rather too sharply, she again
cried out, and, but for the arm that held her fast round the waist,
would have unseated me.

“Oh, Charlie, dear, do stop; it seems to choke me, and makes me feel so
queer, that I thought I was going to faint.”

“I shall lie quite still, now dear Lizzie. It is quite in”—this was a
little bit of deception to calm her fears—“and when the pain of
insertion passes, which will be the case in a minute, we shall have
nothing but pleasure.”

So I kept my prick just where he was, but redoubled my frigging her
clitoris, and very soon brought her up to spending point, resolved that
I would not attempt complete insertion until I felt she was in the
raptures of sensual discharge. This quickly came upon her, and it was
the delicious movement of her own buttocks that sheathed my prick to the
hilt without an effort on my part, and so far from giving her pain, made
her positively scream with the intense voluptuousness of her sensation
in spending. She could not speak for many minutes, but continued the
exquisite pressures of the sphincter muscle on my enraptured prick. But
for my determination not to give way, and rather to wait for another
bout that would completely initiate dear Lizzie in all the luxury and
abandon of this delicious mode, I must have at once vigorously finished
my own course. My restraint was well rewarded. The first words my
beloved sister uttered were those of almost delirious joy at the
extraordinary delight I had given her. Never, never, had any fuck so
enraptured her. She turned up her lovely face to me, and tears of
sensuality and voluptuousness filled her eyes.

I had hardly begun my titillations on her still excited clitoris, which,
by the way, had lately considerably developed itself, when she was as
eager for another bout as I was. I held sufficient restraint on myself
to practice every salacious movement, that I might give Lizzie such
exquisite pleasure as should induce her on future occasions to grant me
the use of her charming bottom-hole whenever I should desire. I worked
her up to the utmost pitch of the most salacious excitement, and at the
moment when she spent, in an agony of shrieking extasy, I poured a
perfect flood of spunk right up into her entrails, and we both sank
forward, but without unseating me, quite overpowered by the intensity of
our delight. When we came to our senses I rose from off her. On
withdrawing my prick I found a few traces of blood, but of no moment. I
wiped my prick on a handkerchief, and also wiped between the cheeks of
dear Lizzie’s bottom, for fear any tell-tale marks should be made on her
linen. I then helped her up, and she threw her arms round my neck, and
sweetly kissing me, thanked me for a new lesson in love, which had
overwhelmed her with delight.

Thus ended the first lesson that Lizzie ever received by that route of
pleasure, and I may incidentally state that she was peculiarly
constituted for giving and receiving the most exquisite pleasure in that
way. She afterwards developed into a magnificent woman, with one of the
naturally largest and finest backsides I almost ever met with; and she
came to love backward fucking to the utmost extent. In after-days, when
married, she told me that her husband was a muff, who had no idea of
enjoying a woman but in one way. She had often deceived him, and slipped
it into her bottom-hole without his ever having any suspicion of the
sort of pleasure he had given her.

Three months passed with the rapidity of a dream, while we indulged in
these scenes of delicious lubricity and voluptuousness, without ever
attracting any observation within the house and, more curious, without
Miss Evelyn either discovering or suspecting anything between my sisters
and myself—thanks to my natural powers and the unfailing resources of
youth. Both she and my sisters thought they each gave me as much as I
could get through, and, therefore, neither ever imagined I could seek
carnal delights in other arms. So it was but now there happened one or
two events which had a considerable effect on the after-tenour of our
loves.

A neighbour, a very nice good-looking man, about thirty-five years of
age, a gentleman farmer, very well off, had for some time past always
waited for us at the church door on Sundays, apparently for a chat with
mamma, Miss Evelyn, and us. He treated and evidently considered us as
mere children, nor did he appear to fix particular attention to anyone.

One Monday my mother received a note from him, to beg she would grant
him a short interview on the following day, as he wished for her advice
on a subject of much interest to him. Mamma’s reply begged him to come
at eleven o’clock, when she would be happy to see him.

He came, and was particularly neatly dressed. My mother had been very
agitated all the morning, and looked flushed and nervous as the hour
drew near; I really believe the old lady fancied it was for an idle
avowal to herself that he was coming. Be that however as it may, the
object of his visit turned out to be a proposal to Miss Evelyn, with an
offer of marriage. He was ready to make such settlements upon her as
could not but be satisfactory. He told my mother that before speaking to
Miss Evelyn, whom he had loved from her first appearance in the parish,
and whose quiet, modest character had daily made a deeper impression, he
thought it only his duty to first break the subject to her, and to ask
her permission for an interview with Miss Evelyn, and next, if he was
acceptable to her, for leave to visit at our house, while courting his
wished-for wife. He further stated that he had never ventured to hint
the state of his feelings to Miss Evelyn, and prayed my mother to be the
kind intermediary in opening the subject to her, and to beg as a favour
that she would grant him an interview to state his case in person on the
following day, so that he might learn his fate from her own lips. My
mother, although probably inwardly a little disappointed, had the
interest of Miss Evelyn too much at heart not to take up the matter
warmly, and urged, with all the volubility elderly ladies can so well
exercise, whenever the marriage of a younger friend is in question, all
the benefit that would accrue to her from so advantageous a proposal.
Miss Evelyn was really taken quite by surprise, and stammered out some
vague expressions of wishing for time to consider.

“Stuff and nonsense, my dear, remember your dependent position, and the
advantages this match holds out to you. You must not think or talk of
delay. He will be here tomorrow, and I hope his lover eloquence will
soon decide the question in his favour.”

Poor Miss Evelyn burst into tears and said it was so sudden, and she was
so ill-prepared to take any decision. She would, however, think over it
very seriously and in the morning be better able to give an answer. My
mother seeing that she was much agitated by what she had told her, very
kindly said—

“Give the children a holiday this afternoon, and I advise you to keep
your own room, and write to your widowed mother, to tell her of the
offer, and to ask her advice how you should act.”

We thus had many hours to ourselves; I had heard all that had passed,
and felt a sad pressure at my heart, when I began to realise the fact
that the proposal of Mr. Vincent would, if accepted, lead to our
separation, and deprive me of my loved Miss Evelyn. The idea made me
very sad, and I showed no alacrity in taking advantage of our extra
hours of recreation with my sisters, until Mary began to rally me about
my melancholy, and asked what I meant by it. I at once said—

“Don’t you see, if Miss Evelyn marries Mr. Vincent we shall get another
governess, and can we ever expect to get one who is so kind and
excellent a teacher, and who troubles us so little at our games.”

“Ah! that is very true, and we should be horribly annoyed if we were
watched and interrupted. However, more reason that we should make the
most of the present moment, so come along, Charlie, and let us have some
real good fucking. We have plenty of time, mamma is not very well. No
one will come near us, and there is nothing to hinder our having a jolly
time of it, all three stark naked together, so come along.”

Her words had already changed the current of my ideas; before she ceased
speaking my prick responded, which her quick eye immediately observed,
and patting it with her hand, she said—

“Ah! my dear little dummy, I am glad to see you are of my opinion, so
come along.”

Away we went, and a most glorious afternoon of orgies we spent.

Miss Evelyn came to me at night and threw herself into my arms, in an
agony of sobs and tears, and pressing me to her throbbing bosom, she
sobbed out—

“Oh! my dear Charlie, I love you so dearly, you have become as necessary
to me as life itself. I cannot bear the thought of parting from you, my
loved one. You, whom I have initiated into all the delights of mutual
love. Oh! the thought of parting is bitter, and breaks my heart. Oh!
love me, my own darling boy, and press me to your heart.”

I did more, for, as I have before stated, a woman’s tears have a never
failing effect on the erective nerves of my machine. It was but the
commencement of a night of most luxurious enjoyment. Miss Evelyn put no
restraint either on herself or me, but indulged in every act of
lubricity and voluptuousness were drawing to a close. In fact, when
eventually she left me in the morning, and I thought over all she had
said, it became evident to me that she had already made up her mind to
accept the very advantageous offer made to her. The instinctive
intelligence of woman had at once shown to her that such an opportunity
was not to be lost for the sake of a mere boy, whom circumstances must
naturally soon remove far away from her. At the same time, doubtless,
the idea that I was all her own making, for she never had any suspicion
of my previous initiation, held a charm over her, to say nothing of the
powerful weapon she had so unexpectedly found by her side, and which had
so great an influence over her passions. We spent a most luxurious
night, and hardly closed our eyes, notwithstanding my afternoon’s
debauch; such is the power and resources of nature, in a
well-constituted youth of fifteen and upwards, that Miss Evelyn had
rather to force our embraces, than to stimulate by any artificial
excitement my ever ready prick. I won from her a promise to come next
night, and let me know what fate was in store for us.

Next day Mr. Vincent was true to his appointment. Mamma received him
with Miss Evelyn by her side, and after the usual compliments, rose and
apologised for leaving them, as she had household duties to attend to.
Miss Evelyn informed me afterwards that Mr. Vincent, on my mother
leaving the room, rose from his seat, and approaching her, said, in the
most frank gentlemanly manner—

“You are aware, my dear Miss Evelyn, of the object of my visit, and I
augur from your kind condescension in giving me this interview that my
suit is not disagreeable to you.”

Then taking her passive hand, and pressing it to his heart, he
continued—

“I have loved you, Miss Evelyn, from the first moment of my seeing you.
I feel that my future happiness hangs on your lips, for without your
love, my life would now be a blank. I am here today to offer you my hand
and fortune. If I have not yet your heart, I seek to be allowed to
cultivate your society, that I may try to win it.”

Then seeing that she was greatly agitated, he begged her to be seated
(for she had risen when he approached and took her hand), he led her to
a sofa, and seated himself by her side. He pressed for an answer. She
said—

“You must be fully aware, Mr. Vincent, that your generous offer has
taken me greatly by surprise. I feel most grateful to you for it, but
must implore you to allow me to pause, until at least I have heard from
my mother, to whom I will communicate the noble offer you have made to
me, a poor governess, who cannot but feel grateful to you for
condescending to think of her in such a way.”

“Ah! say not so, my dear Miss Evelyn, and believe me, it is no sudden
impulse that has driven me to your feet, but ardent love, and real
admiration of your great beauty and admirable conduct ever since you
entered this family.”

The dear creature smiled through her tears upon me when she recounted
those terms of affection that Mr. Vincent poured out to her.

To be brief—before they parted he won from her that his frequent
meetings at church, and elsewhere, had gained him something more than
esteem, but hopeless of ever becoming his wife, she had done her utmost
to suppress warmer feelings. Oh! woman, thy name is deception! So she
sent him away the happiest man in existence. He rode over every day
afterwards, and was with Miss Evelyn from four to five; indeed, he was
often the cause of our having half an hour’s longer recreation. He also
frequently dined with us. Miss Evelyn’s mother naturally jumped at the
offer, and most delightedly gave her consent.

When Mr. Vincent heard of this, he became very urgent in claiming an
early day for making him the happiest of men. Miss Evelyn wanted a delay
of six weeks, but this raised such an outcry on his part, seconded by my
mother, that at last she was driven from six weeks to a month, and then
to a fortnight from that date; so all became extremely busy in getting
ready marriage dresses, &c. The marriage was to take place from our
house, and my mother insisted that she should provide the marriage
breakfast. Mrs. Evelyn was invited to our house for a week at the time
of the marriage, to keep my mother company. My two sisters and a young
sister of Mr. Vincent’s were to be the bridesmaids, and a young man,
courting Miss Vincent, to be bridegroom’s man. So all was thus arranged,
and eventually came off most happily. When Mrs. Evelyn arrived she
occupied the spare room, where charming Mrs. Benson had so deliciously
initiated me in all the pleasures of sensuality and passion.

To return to the day when Mr. Vincent had his first interview, and
declared his love and admiration, and ended with the offer of marriage.
Before going away, he rang for mamma, thanked her for all her kindness
to him, informed her how happy Miss Evelyn had made him in granting
permission to prosecute his suit for her hand, &c. Then begging the
favour of a chaste kiss, he left all radiant with hope.

The interview had naturally been very trying for Miss Evelyn, and she
was so evidently nervously agitated that my mother begged her to go to
her room, and lie down to repose herself, as after so much agitation she
must be quite unfit for any schoolwork, and that she herself would hear
our lessons that morning and give us an afternoon’s holiday in honour of
the happy event that had occurred.

We thus, my sisters and I, were thrown again into another prolonged
opportunity of fully enjoying ourselves, but, notwithstanding the
wonderfully regenerative power that nature had gifted me with, I felt
that if I wanted to enjoy again my dear Miss Evelyn, who had promised to
be with me that night. I must not only restrain myself from such excess
as we had indulged in the previous day, but also manage to get some
sleep, of which I had scarcely tasted the night before, so I contented
myself with first gamahuching and then fucking each sister; afterwards
again gamahuching them, and making them each spend five times, so as to
satisfy them without exhausting myself, and then finishing off with a
delicious fuck in Lizzie’s bottom-hole, while each gamahuched the other.
This quite satisfied them, and they allowed me to steal up to my room to
sleep, Mary promising to call me in time for tea. I slept the sleep of
the just for some three hours, and came to tea perfectly ready for
anything that could happen that night. It was well it was so, for now
that there could not be any long lapse of time before we must part, Miss
Evelyn became a very glutton for pleasure, and every art and position
was made use of to stimulate and lengthen out our joys. She came every
night, even up to the very night before the marriage, although in the
last three nights before the event came off, her mother, Mrs. Evelyn,
slept in the spare bedroom with which my room communicated.
Nevertheless, we met and carried on our amorous sports with bated breath
and suppressed sighs.

We had of late often tried in our moments of greatest excitement to
introduce my prick into her delicious tight little bottom-hole. Once, by
a sudden manoeuvre, I managed to get in at the moment she was spending,
and actually made an entrance as far as about two inches beyond the nut,
and I think I should have fully succeeded at that time if my own
excitement had not made me spend too soon. This oiled the way, and my
prick, having already fucked several times, becoming too limp, the
squeeze of her bottom actually forced him out, as if she were voiding
herself naturally. I fancied that, at the moment, but for my too excited
passion, she would have rather I had completely initiated her. However,
the night preceding her marriage, I at last succeeded. We had fucked in
every varied way. She was on her knees, with her head on the pillow, and
I on my knees, behind her; this was a favourite way of hers, as she
declared I got further in, nay, seemed to touch her heart and fill her
whole body; besides the frigging her clitoris and the action of my
finger in her bottom-hole added greatly to the raptures this position
gave her. She had been already well fucked, and we had mutually
gamahuched each other, so her whole system was in a most excited and
well-moistened state. Taking care to put two fingers at once into her
bottom-hole, I worked them so as to stretch it as much as possible,
while exciting her with my prick in her cunt, and a finger on her
clitoris. Just as she was going into the raptures of spending I dropped
from my mouth a quantity of saliva onto her bottom-hole, and as she was
pushing her buttocks back to me I suddenly withdrew my prick, and with
one vigorous thrust housed him half his length in her delicious
bum-hole. She almost cried out aloud at the suddenness of the attack,
and would have flinched away but for the grasp of both my hands upon her
hips; a more vigorous shove sent me up to the hilt against her beautiful
buttocks. She whispered—

“For heaven’s sake, dear Charles, do stop a moment, I can’t bear it, and
must cry out if you do not be quiet for a time at least.”

As I was safely fixed, it exactly suited me to remain still, for had I
gone on, a push or two would have made me spend. Now fairly engulphed, I
wished not only to fully enjoy it myself but, if possible, make her
enjoy it too. So remaining quite still, as far as regarded my prick, I
stole one hand down to her clitoris, and began to excite that; the other
I ran up to her bubbies, and played with the nipples, a thing which I
had found out excited her almost as much as playing with her clitoris.
Her passions were soon reawakened, and the involuntary twistings of her
loins and pressures of her sphincter convinced me that in a very short
time I should work her up to the utmost; and so it was, and immensely
she enjoyed both her own spend and mine when she felt my hot spunk
shooting up into her very entrails. We sunk gently on our sides after
this bout, but without unsheathing me; and here embracing, kissing and
tonguing each other when she turned her head, and sometimes sucking the
nearest nipple to me, we soon once more were in a state to renew our
delicious combat; and a second course was run in the delightful
callipygian recesses of Venus’s second temple of lubricity. This was our
last bout, for, alas, it was getting the hour when the house would be
all astir. My lovely mistress embraced me most tenderly, and
acknowledged that I had at last taught her a new pleasure. She wept as
she tore herself from my arms, and I wept too when she left me, as I
thought I had now lost her for ever as a mistress, and what a charming
one she had been to me!

Morning came, and with it bridesmaids, bridegroom, and man. To church we
all went, my sisters perfectly enchanted with the idea of being
bridesmaids, and beautifully arrayed in new dresses. They were also
still more delighted with some handsome jewelry presented by Mr.
Vincent. In their eyes he became the handsomest and finest man they had