No More Child's Play
by James Maxwell
(GC-321)


"I presume, dear George, that you will keep our affair a secret. Your mother 
is far from suspecting anything; she thinks of you always as a child. I 
shall figure a way so that you can sleep in the little room next to my 
bedroom. When everybody has retired to sleep, you will unlock the door on 
your side and I shall unlock it on mine, and you will come in my bed, where 
I shall teach you how to...." 

Thus did Mrs. Barnett invite me to become her pupil. 


INTRODUCTION 

By Dale Gordon, Ph.D. 

No More Child's Play comes to us from the erotic classics of the last 
century in England. The work originally appeared under the title of "Romance 
of Lust," and is generally attributed to the well-known English literary 
figure, William S. Potter. The James Maxwell pseudonym appears on several 
works attributed to Potter, and was used primarily by a French publisher 
near the turn of the century. 

Written somewhere between 1873 and 1876, No More Child's Play immediately 
ran afoul of the censors and became a banned book-sold only in the 
underground. Branded as "wicked and obscene," No More Child's Play quickly 
became an erotic classic passed from hand to hand by connoisseurs of 
literature. And there is little doubt that the censors actually made the 
work more important than it was by branding it "immoral." 

Let's take a moment out to consider the cancer of censorship which spread 
through society from the first moment one man had an idea that was different 
and somehow objectionable to another man. This cancer is only now being 
arrested by our advances in education and understanding of human behavior, 
but throughout civilization censorship has been used as a carefully designed 
plot to control the mind of man. 

Although censorship almost always wears the cloak of sexual morality, its 
motivation is more often than not political or economic in origin. 
Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift was denounced and banned in Ireland for 
being a "wicked and obscene" book. This was in 1726, and apparently the 
action was taken because the book was a satire on. the courts and politics 
of the times. Even the most pure-minded soul would have some difficulty in 
claiming that Gulliver's Travels was sexually oriented. 

Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn was branded "Trash-suitable 
only for the slums" when it was banned by the Concord, New Hampshire, Public 
Library in 1885. Twain's Adventures of Tom Sawyer met a similar fate in 
other cities in the late 1800s. Although a censor's mind defies analysis, 
the thought here must have been that Mark Twain portrayed an area of society 
which was to be kept hidden from view, an area where poverty and happiness 
lived in peaceful coexistence. 

Banning books was almost as much fun, and certainly as intelligent, as witch 
burning. It was the favorite sport, and an absolute necessity, for dictators 
and would-be emperors. At times the wild antics of the psychotic censors 
were humorous, especially when viewed in retrospect. In 1931, Alice's 
Adventures in Wonderland, by Charles L. Dodgson (Lewis Carroll), was banned 
in China because "Animals should not use the human language ... It is 
disastrous to put animals and humans on the same level." This was obviously 
aimed at preserving the religious concepts prevalent in that society, but we 
can be thankful that men like Walt Disney didn't take this proscription to 
heart and become discouraged at that point! 

Publishing Leaves of Grass cost Walt Whitman his job in the United States 
Department of the Interior, and the book was banned in Boston in 1881. Of 
course Boston and Philadelphia long vied with each other to see which would 
be the most backward city in the literary sense in the United States. The 
Boston censors' sharp scissors soon became a valuable tool in the hands of 
many a sales-minded publisher. To be banned in Boston almost guaranteed 
commercial success for a book. Theodore Dreiser's An American Tragedy was 
condemned by the Superior Court in Boston in 1930 and the publisher was 
fined $30,000, a sum he quickly regained through increased sales of the 
book. 

From that point on, publishers went to some length to be able to affix the 
"Banned in Boston" label to their books. 

Even John Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath ran into problems with censorship. The 
book was banned in Missouri, Oklahoma and California in 1939. California, in 
particular, was quite incensed about the picture Steinbeck painted of its 
migrant workers. 

While all of these condemnations were made on a high-sounding moral plane, 
the social and economic factors are clearly present. Political implications 
in censorship are best evidenced by the famous Nazi bonfire of books in 
1933. This was the beginning of an era of absolute thought-control within 
the German borders, and literally thousands of classic books were burned and 
banned, among them Jack London's Call of the Wild and Erich Maria Remarque's 
classic All Quiet on the Western Front. An ever alert Boston, incidentally, 
beat the Nazis to 'All Quiet on the Western Front' by banning the work in 
1929 on the grounds that it was obscene. And one of our contemporary 
classics, Ernest Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms, was also included in the 
Nazi bonfire, but somehow eluded the Boston censors. 

Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Shakespeare's King Lear, Brave New 
World, Milton's Areopagitica, Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Dante's Divine 
Comedy, and Madame Bovary are just a few of the classics that have been put 
to the torch by various censors the world over. At the writing of this 
introduction it is still illegal to send James Jones' From Here to Eternity 
or Joyce's immortal Ulysses through the United States mails! 

The works cited here were for the most part devoid of any eroticism. They 
serve to illustrate how, once let loose, the cancer of censorship spreads to 
every level of the literary world. The pattern is thought-control, each book 
banned because it expressed an idea which, right or wrong, conflicted with 
something sacred to someone. Incidentally, these books often presented a new 
idea which was dangerous to a controlled society. 

The banning of erotic books follows much the same principle, any 
descriptions of sexual behavior being considered dangerous to our heavily 
regulated social ethic. Until only very recently the hue and cry was that 
portrayals of sexual behavior in any form contributed to increased sex 
crime. Modern studies, however, have discovered that erotic material often 
has an inverse effect, providing an outlet for pent-up sexual frustrations 
and thereby decreasing the number of sex crimes in society. Many renowned 
authorities have expressed the opinion that open dissemination of erotic 
material promotes better understanding of human nature, decreases the demand 
for the material and helps diminish the number of sexually oriented crimes 
in society. Denmark's experiment in the past few years certainly stands as a 
case in point. When erotic material became openly and legally available on 
the market, the demand and sales dropped 75 per cent in Denmark. And one 
public official stated that sex crimes were down an estimated 10 per cent! 

It is in this healthy climate that No More Child's Play is now available in 
the United States. Here the author tells us the story of adolescent sex play 
which blossoms through incest to sexual maturity. We find a young man 
treated as a child in a house filled with females. We see him battle strong 
homosexual tendencies, a natural enough situation considering his 
circumstances, and fall into a pattern of sexual slavery to older females. 
George is basically a passive personality seduced in every instance by his 
"teachers." His only venture into the active role is with his younger 
sister, Lillian. This, however, is more of a dalliance than a affair. 

Portrayed through the protagonist, George, is the classic illustration of 
sexual inversion and a young man's struggle for a normal sex life. His 
almost overpowering desire for cunnilingus with females is evidence of his 
castration anxiety, an almost inevitable emotional condition in a young male 
brought up without a dominant male personality in the home. His only means 
of identification is with the women around him, and noticing immediately 
their lack of a penis, he develops anxiety lest he should lose the one 
member that sets him apart. 

The author gives us an interesting view of the emotional conflict which can 
result from an incestuous contact. Both George and Lillian desire the sexual 
experience and both enjoy the contact. Yet we see George begin to doubt his 
role in the house immediately after the incident in the summer house. He 
becomes nervous and begins to drift from incident to incident without the 
course and drive he previously evidenced. Soon he relies entirely on his 
relationship with Mrs. Barnett for his meaning in life. 

We also see an interesting portrayal of the strict English governess in the 
character of Jenny. The whippings, floggings and various forms of physical 
punishment often attributed to English governesses were long thought to have 
been sexual in origin. In No More Child's Play the author supports this 
theory through the exploits of Jenny with the children in her charge. 

The fine handling of adolescent sex, along with the study of abnormal sexual 
behavior and the interplay between families in the late nineteenth century, 
give this book a good deal of social significance. We see an area of life 
seldom portrayed in popular novels of the era, and one which gives us 
valuable insight into the problems of youth. 

Dale Gordon, Ph.D. 

 NO MORE CHILD'S PLAY 

We were three children-Lilian, Dorothy and I. I was nearly fifteen years 
old, Lilian was one year younger and Dorothy around thirteen. Mother treated 
us like children and took no notice of my being no longer a child. 

Though I was not tall for my age neither did I have an apparent male 
countenance; nonetheless my senses were aroused, and the distinctive 
implement of my sex, though usually idle, had a good enough size and could 
swell nicely if spurred by a feminine influence. 

But I had not, so far, any idea of the use of the male and female sexual 
organs. My sisters and I slept in the same room, Lilian and Dorothy in the 
same bed, and I in my own bed. Many times, when we were alone, did we occupy 
ourselves by looking at the differences that we had noticed in our organs. 

We had found out that our mutual strokings gave us a particular feeling of 
pleasure, and my older sister had just discovered that, by covering and 
uncovering my little doll, as she used to call it, it made it swell 
immediately and harden like a piece of wood. As for myself, I was giving her 
very pleasurable sensations by a mere contact with her small rose slit, but 
should I try to put only a finger into it, she would suffer so much that I 
had to stop. To sum it up, we had progressed so little in our mutual 
fondling that the faintest notion of what could be done with them had not 
yet reached us. 

I began to notice that a light curled moss had started growing around my 
prick, and, to our utmost wonder, Lilian began to show similar symptoms; as 
for Dorothy, she was yet as hairless as my hand. The two of them, however 
were wonderfully shaped, with very round little mounts Of Venus. 

Being then totally innocent, we had not any restraint in looking at each 
other stark naked, and even, when we were playing in the garden and one of 
us happened to need a pee, we squatted together and vied playfully in our 
endeavors to piss quicker than the others. In spite of those passionate 
symptoms when I was stirred up, in a normal state I did not seem more than 
ten or twelve years old. 

My father had left us only a moderate wealth, and mother, in order to save 
some money, had decided to teach me along with my sisters instead of sending 
me to college; but she was not strong enough and began to feel so poorly 
that she inserted an ad in the Times in view of hiring a private governess. 

She received a great number of applications, and selected among them a young 
girl, Jenny, who came to our house about ten days later, to become one of 
the family. 

We could only catch a glimpse of her, on the night of her arrival, but the 
next day, after lunch, my mother came with her to our study room and she 
told us, "Now, my dears, I am entrusting you to Miss Jenny's care; you will 
obey her in every thing, she will teach you, since I am no longer strong 
enough to do it." Then she added, for our new governess' benefit, "I am 
afraid you will find they are somehow spoiled and unruly, but you can see 
the wooden horse over there, and I shall give you a very sharp rod when you 
ask for it. Should you spare them when they deserve flogging then you would 
greatly displease me." 

While mother was talking, I kept looking at Miss Jenny's eyes, sparkling 
with excitement, and I felt quite convinced that whatever sternness mother 
may have shown when we deserved being flogged, Miss Jenny would flog us in a 
much sterner fashion. 

Yet she was a paragon of gentleness, very pretty and wonderfully shaped, no 
more than twenty-two years old and always dressed with the best taste and 
the utmost neatness; she was really a very alluring creature and thus made a 
strong impression on my senses, in spite of a cold and dignified bearing 
which forced me to respect her, though unwillingly. 

Of course in the beginning everything went smoothly, and Miss Jenny, 
noticing that mother treated me and my sisters alike, regarded me wholly as 
a child. 

Our governess' bed had been placed in the room we were already occupying; I 
fancied this arrangement pleased but slightly Miss Jenny, but she made no 
comment and, little by little, she appeared to be quite used to it. 

The same evening we went to bed as early as usual, after bidding goodnight 
to mother; Miss Jenny came upstairs a few hours later and, after having 
locked the door, she tiptoed to my bed to see if I was asleep. I had not yet 
gone to sleep but, impulsively and without knowing why, I feigned sleeping 
soundly and didn't betray myself, though she passed the candlelight several 
times in front of my closed eyelids. Confident at last that I was sleeping, 
she began undressing. She had hardly turned her back toward me than I opened 
my eyes, and to the letter fed my gazes upon the enchanting treasures she 
was exposing before me; she turned slightly toward me and I closed my eyes 
again immediately. 

I have said before that my senses were already roused, but without my 
understanding their force and their direction; yet I remember distinctly 
that, on that particular night, upon seeing this beautiful woman undress so 
close to me, upon beholding her round and full breasts, her creamy white and 
polished legs and her small feet, I felt my prick swelling and stiffening in 
a very painful tension. 

When she had no more on than her day shirt, she had to lift it in order to 
free her feet of the panties which had fallen around her ankles, and I could 
then see her magnificent buttocks, milky-white and gleaming like sateen, 
with the light glaring on the bare cheeks; I lowered my glance down to her 
small slit which seemed covered with a thick black fur. 

Then she turned around to lay her petticoats on a chair and take her 
night-shirt; during the short time where she let her day shirt fall to the 
ground and raised her nightgown over head, I had the vision of her belly, 
white and smooth, with a mount of Venus covered with black and curly hair. 

This sight gave me such a voluptuous feeling that I repressed a cry. 

After that, she sat on her bed to take off her shoes and stockings. What 
beautiful legs! What delicate ankles! What small feet! Even now, when I'm 
writing this, after having known, in the course of my long life, so many 
beautiful and perfectly built women, I must confess that I never saw again 
as voluptuously shaped limbs as Miss Jenny's. 

At last she blew out the candle and I heard an impetuous flow hitting the 
chamber pot. It could not be compared with the small whispers my sisters and 
I did together with many laughs because of the differences between their 
respective issuing sources. My sisters were chiefly jealous of me because I 
was able to direct the foaming jet at my fancy, so little did we know of the 
genuine use of this little, springing tool. 

In a short while I heard my charming governess go to bed and her rhythmic 
breath informed me that she was sleeping. As for me, I was unable to sleep; 
and I lay awake most of the night, afraid to make the slightest movement 
lest it woke her and she understood that I had watched her going to bed. 
When at last I fell soundly asleep, dead tired, my dreams were chiefly 
concerned with all the charming things I had beheld. 

A whole month went by like that; night after night Miss Jenny was less off 
her guard and, trusting my youth, offered me many times the spectacle of her 
splendid beauties; but I enjoyed those sights only every other night 
because, since she always excited me so much that I was unable after that to 
sleep but half the night, the next day I went to sleep immediately, in spite 
of my efforts to keep awake and contemplate my governess' night rites. 
However there was a good side to my sleep, because it prevented her to be on 
her guard, providing me thus with many occasions which I should never have 
benefited by but for her heedless attitude. Once or twice she used the 
chamber-pot before blowing out the candle and I could see her pretty little 
rose hole out of which flew its stream in the middle of a thick black and 
curly bush, and it excited me so much that I can't understand why I did not 
think of stroking myself to relieve the painful sensation I felt in my rod, 
stiff and swollen to a bursting point. 

I don't know if mother took notice of the frequent come spots that starched 
my pants, or if she thought that it was more proper not to let me sleep any 
more in the same room as Miss Jenny, but she had my bed carried in her own 
bedroom. Nonetheless everybody in the house treated me so much like a child 
that Miss Jenny behaved as if she had forgotten my being of the male sex. 
She dealt with me with a liberty of postures and language that she would 
never have shown had she thought she was facing a young boy nearing puberty. 

During winter I used to sit on a footstool by the fireplace; one day that I 
was holding my book on my knees, Miss Jenny, seated facing me, had put her 
small feet on the andirons, her work lying on her lap, and she was listening 
to my sisters reciting their lessons; she was totally unaware of the fact 
that, for more than half an hour, she had been exposing to my greedy gazes 
her legs and thighs because I was sitting much lower than she and, bowing 
toward my book, as if I was captivated by its contents, I had fastened my 
eyes under her petticoats, slightly pulled up because of the heat, and her 
legs, shaped in white stockings, were in full view. 

Since she never wore panties when she stayed home in the morning, seated the 
way she was, with her knees raised higher by the position of her feet on the 
andirons and her legs slightly apart to keep her work from falling, I was 
able to behold fully her glorious thighs, part of her white buttocks and her 
pretty little slit nestling in its bush of black moss. 

The light of the fireplace gleamed strongly on those delicious sights and I 
felt burning inside, with such a passionate intensity that I almost fainted. 
I wanted to thrust my head under those petticoats and devour the little red 
slit and its hairy surroundings with mad kisses. How little she suspected 
the passion she had set fire to! Oh! Dear Jenny! How much I loved you! From 
your delicate kid slippers, your silk stockings, to the fullness of your 
creamy breasts which you revealed almost every night to my entranced gazes 
and to your red lips, which I was dying to press mine upon! 

Days went by and Jenny soon became for me a goddess! I adored her with all 
my heart, like an idol. When she had left the study room, I remained there 
alone and kissed the andirons her feet had rested upon, the chair where she 
had sat, and even the air a little above the seat, imagining that there had 
rested her delicious quim. I longed strongly for something else, not knowing 
exactly what it was, since I was as much ignorant as possible of what could 
be the union of the sexes. 

One day, I went upstairs and came into the bedroom where my sisters and Miss 
Jenny slept, to throw myself upon her bed and imagine that I was kissing her 
beautiful body all over; I heard some noise outside and, aware that I should 
be scolded were I discovered here, where I had no reason to be, I hid under 
the bed while at once Miss Jenny entered the room and locked the door. There 
was about one hour up to dinner-time; she took off her dress, hung it on a 
hook and got out a small piece of furniture that had been brought especially 
for her and that had very much puzzled me; she took the lid off; poured some 
water into the basin and, laying a sponge in readiness, she pulled her 
petticoats up to her waist, placed herself astride it and sat down. 

I had then the entrancing fortune to look at all her gorgeous beauties 
because, when she had tucked up her clothes, she was standing in front of 
the mirror, presenting to my greedy eyes the splendor of her creamy buttock 
cheeks; when she went to the "bidet" she exposed again her belly and her 
pretty slit with the richness of the hair; then, just as she was sitting on 
the bidet, she revealed to my ecstatic gazes her little pink cunt. 

I shall never forget the violence of the excitation I felt then; it was 
almost too much for my senses; it was a good thing that, while seated down, 
she hid it from me because I quieted gradually; she rubbed the sponge 
between her legs for five endless minutes, then stood up, letting me catch 
again a glimpse of the lips of her cunt, while she sponged the last drops of 
water that clung to the rich bush of curls nestling around her delicate 
quim: thus she showed me the splendor of her perfectly shaped pussy and, 
since it was the first time I was seeing it so plainly, it will be easily 
understood how this voluptuous scene increased my agitation. 

Ah! Jenny! Dear and delicious Jenny! What could .have been your thoughts, 
had you known that I was watching your luscious intimate beauties and that 
my eyes were trying to pierce the secrecy of those lovely lips which 
remained sealed in the middle of their crisp black moss! Oh! How much did I 
long to kiss them! For, at this very time, I had not conceived any other 
desire than an urge to kiss them, and did not in the least want to penetrate 
them. 

When she was through with her intimate washing, she sat down and peeled off 
her stockings, showing her lovely legs and her small feet. I may say that 
the attractiveness I have always found later in a fine slender ankle and a 
tiny foot goes all the way back to the beholding of Jenny's legs and feet, 
which possessed an exquisite perfection. Even her shoes, sweet little black 
shoes, were real jewels: many times did I take them to my lips when I could 
lay hand on them in the room; and her silk stockings, casting her legs with 
the tightness of a close-fitting glove, enhanced the remarkable shape of her 
beautiful legs. 

She changed her cotton stockings to silk ones, put on a low cut dress, added 
one or two finishing touches to her appearance and left the room. I got out 
of my hiding place, washed my face and my hands in the water of her bidet 
and, in my passionate excitement, I even drank a little of it. 

About six weeks had elapsed since Miss Jenny's arrival; I had conceived such 
a burning passion for her that I obeyed her slightest order, her smallest 
will, and, for the same reason, I concentrated very much on my work, save if 
such circumstances as I have related above happened to disturb me. My 
example had a soothing effect on my sisters, and they displayed a more 
supple behaving, but it could not last very long because we were of a wild 
disposition. As long as we were docile, Miss Jenny remained truly gentle and 
sweet. Then we fancied that we could slacken somehow, and began to display a 
most unruly spirit. Miss Jenny, in the beginning, showed greater reserve, 
gave us a preliminary warning and threatened to whip us. We didn't believe 
that she would go so far as whipping us, and Lilian became more and more 
insolent. On a particular afternoon when she was in a dark mood, she 
asserted openly that she should not learn her lessons and retorted saucily 
to Miss Jenny. The latter, who was feeling her anger rising, told Lilian to 
stand up; Lilian obeyed the order while eyeing her pertly. At once, our 
governess seized her arm and tried to carry her to the wooden horse, but 
Lilian was strong and resisted with nails and teeth; yet her desperate 
resistance was useless because Miss Jenny's anger strengthened her power, 
she heaved her in her arms, carried her to the horse, where Lilian was 
thrown across, and forcibly maintained by a leather strap around the middle 
of her body; other straps, bound to the floor with rings, held her legs 
apart and forced her knees to bend a little, so that her fanny was in full 
view, as well as the intimate things of her sex. 

Miss Jenny went out to fetch a rod, and came back quickly, her cheeks still 
burning with anger, and began tucking Lilian's petticoats around her waist, 
baring entirely her fanny and her tiny pink slit, thus exposing them fully 
to my eyes. 

I had not seen Lilian's fanny for almost two months and I looked at it with 
astonishment; while the lips were fuller, the sparse hair had turned into a 
thick bush covering the mount of Venus all over. I was stirred up beyond my 
expectations because, since for some time I had been entirely absorbed in 
Miss Jenny's secret beauties, I had entirely given up playing with Lilian. 
Upon seeing again those hidden treasures, I felt a rousing up of my first 
voluptuous sensations enhanced by this exciting picture. Miss Jenny opened 
her blouse from her neck down to her bosom, revealing the upper part of her 
perfect breasts shuddering with excitement. 

Taking the wand in her right hand, she backed a little and raised her arm; 
her eyes were blazing with a strange fire; truly she was then a splendid 
creature. I shall never forget this minute-but oh! so fugitive-for the wand 
cut the air sharply and hissed down across poor, little Lilian's buttocks. 
The tender cheeks quivered and Lilian, who wanted to be brave, burned all 
over and bit the material which covered the horse. Again the arm went up and 
again the hissing rod lashed the shuddering buttock cheeks, but, straining 
her will, Lilian did not utter a sound. Then Jenny backed a pace and raised 
the torturing stick again but this time she aimed it so accurately and with 
such a vicious fury that the end of the rod dipped into the soft nest of 
Lilian's crack; the pain was so sharp that she uttered a scream and at the 
same second the wand was hitting her again on the same delicate parts. 

"Oh! Oh! Dear Miss Jenny! Please! I shall never do it again!" 

But her screams and her supplications were of no avail; the lashing blows 
quickened and the screams increased until Miss Jenny had broken the rod, and 
poor Lilian's buttocks were as red as raw meat. It was really a pitiful 
scene but such was my nature that I kept my eyes glued to her narrow slit 
and to its lips which, after the flogging they had endured, seemed thicker 
while they opened and closed with every pang of pain; but this sight could 
only increase my passion and I promised myself that, on the first occasion, 
I should inspect my sister's charms extensively. 

As for her, she seemed quite subdued-or rather, crushed. The three of us 
were now genuinely afraid, with the prospect of so severe a beating if we 
did not behave; we were from now on bound to refrain from showing a 
rebellious spirit, and we felt we had to obey our governess; we began to 
fear her wrath. 

A few days after this memorable flogging session, there came to our house a 
visiting couple, husband and wife. The man, who was an old friend of mother, 
had just married and mother had invited the newlyweds to stay with us for a 
few days, during their honeymoon. 

The husband, handsomely-built, was tall and muscular; the young bride looked 
frail, but she had a well-shaped figure, an ample bosom, very straight 
shoulders, plump hips, firmly rounded arms, small hands and the shiniest 
eyes I had ever seen. 

On the afternoon of the third day after their arrival, I was in their room, 
alone, when I heard them coming up the stairs; the lady came in first and I 
was just in time to squeeze myself into the closet, pulling the door behind 
me, but letting it stay slightly ajar. 

Almost at once, I saw the husband enter the room and lock the door. 

Mrs. Barnett smiled and said to him, "Why! darling, aren't you a greedy 
monster? I should think you have had enough of it to-night and in the 
morning not to want to do it again now." 

"Well! it is obvious that I did not have enough, that I can't ever have 
enough of your delicious sweet body. Come on for a quick one! Else they will 
wonder why we disappeared." 

With one arm he circled her waist and kissing her fully on the lips, he held 
her tight against him; then he sat down and, pulling her on his knees, he 
slid a hand under her skirts, all the while kissing her lavishly. 

"We must hurry, my sweet," said Mrs. Barnett. Then he stood up, deposited 
her on the edge of the bed, pushed her back and, raising her legs under his 
arms, he revealed to my eyes all the secret parts of his wife. She was not 
as hairy as Miss Jenny, but her crack had much fuller lips and seemed much 
more open. The next move of Mr. Barnett, to my utmost wonder, was to 
unbutton his fly and to thrust out an enormous prick, the size of which 
almost frightened me. With his fingers, he put the tip of it between the 
lips of Mrs. Barnett's cunt and, all the while keeping her legs raised up 
under his arms, he drove his prick straight ahead, shoving it all the way up 
to the hilt. 

I was spellbound, because Mrs. Barnett did not howl with pain when such an 
enormous tool was piercing her belly. On the contrary, far from displaying 
signs of pain, she seemed to enjoy it immensely; her eyes were shining, her 
cheeks were burning, and she was smiling lovingly at her husband; they 
seemed both very happy. His big cock was plunging in and out of her cunt, 
his hands were pressing the large silky buttock cheeks and opening them 
fully every time he drove into her quim. All this had lasted about five 
minutes when all a sudden Mr. Barnett stopped his thrustings, shuddered 
spasmodically two or three times, did not stir for a few seconds, then, very 
slowly took his cock out, while big sticky drops dripped on the carpet, and 
he went to wash himself in the basin. 

Mrs. Barnett remained a little longer with her legs spread apart and I could 
see that her slit was much more widely open than before and we: with the 
same sticky juice which had dripped from Mr. Barnett's rod. 

Watching such a scene threw me into a frenzied state. First of all the most 
secret mystery had been solved under my eyes; and, last but not least, I now 
knew what fulfilment my desires craved for. 

Mrs. Barnett, after giving me ample time to examine the prettiness of her 
hidden charms, slipped down to the floor, fixed her skirts, smoothed the 
bed-linen and went to the mirror to set her hair in order. After that, she 
opened the door and Mr. Barnett went out. She closed the door behind him, 
came to the wash-stand, emptied the basin, filled it again and, pulling her 
skirts high up, she washed her crotch with a sponge, rubbed it with a towel, 
all the time exposing herself to my gasping watch. 

But! What a shock did I have when, coming straight to the closet I was 
hiding in, she opened the door and uttered a startled cry upon finding me in 
it. I felt my face turning crimson and tried to stutter some silly apology. 
In the beginning she stared at me fixedly without saying a word, then she 
asked me, "How did you come to be here?" 

"I was there when you came in. I had entered the room to retrieve a ball 
that was in the closet and when I heard you and Mr. Barnett come in I hid-I 
don't know why." 

She scrutinized me for some time, then she told me, "Can you hold your 
tongue?" 

"Oh! yes! I will." 

"You will never tell anybody about what you have just watched?" 

"Never to anybody." 

"Good. You must keep your promise faithfully, and I shall think of a reward 
for you. Now go back downstairs." 

I went down to the study room, but I was so entranced that I hardly knew 
what I was doing, the scene which I had watched kept passing in front of my 
distracted eyes. Though I was still a very young boy, the mystery which had 
just been disclosed before me, in all its technical aspects, had hastened 
the ripening of my passions up to an adult stage. 

Instead of learning my lessons, I let my thoughts wander toward Mrs. 
Barnett's figure, abandoned on the bed, with her beautiful naked legs and 
thighs and above all her exquisite pink quim, nestling in the black fur of 
her lower belly that for a few minutes I had seen wide open and oozing out 
this white, sticky juice, which followed the amorous embrace. 

Mrs. Barnett had seemed to me much more fully developed than Miss Jenny and 
I felt pretty sure that the latter would never be able to swallow a tool as 
big as the one Mr. Barnett was endowed with. 

However, how easily it had driven into her, moving back and forth gently and 
to the evident pleasure and supreme ecstasy of both, for there had been 
their passionate embrace, their low moans of pleasure, their lascivious 
lust, the voluptuousness of their rhythmic frenzy, and ultimate spasms of 
pleasure crowning their erotic abandon. 

I thought it would be heaven to play the same game with Miss Jenny and to 
come while my rod, stiff as wood, would thrust deep into her exquisite 
little cunt. At once, I could distinctly see this little cunt such as I had 
seen it when she had raised herself over the bidet, and I had watched her 
from under the bed; I was fancying, too, my sister Lilian's little cunt; 
much smaller but as much enticing, and I set my mind upon initiating her to 
the recently discovered mysteries, because I knew that it would be easier 
with her, and I resolved upon taking my first lesson with her round quim; 
the vision came back to me of its beautiful lips quivering under the cruel 
flagellation that had been inflicted on her, and to that memory my rod 
stiffened and throbbed with lust. 

The numerous excitements that had assailed me during the week had so 
violently upset me that my prick, when I was horny, could swell to an 
astonishing size. 

It may be thought that I could hardly, with so lascivious purposes, 
concentrate on my work. 

Miss Jenny, for one thing or another was, on this particular day, in a 
somber mood, and she scolded me for being inattentive. In the end, she 
called me to her side and, seeing that I had not begun my work, she told me: 

"George, you have got ten minutes more to do your problem, and if you don't 
finish it you will be whipped; you have been very unruly to-day, I don't 
know what is the matter with you but if you go on you will be punished." 

The very idea of my being flogged by Miss Jenny aggrieved my state, because 
at once I saw again, in my mind's eyes, the treasures that I had beheld from 
my hiding place. 

It was nearly four o'clock, when we used to play for an hour in the garden, 
and I had set my mind to begin Lilian's initiation to the secret mysteries 
which I had recently witnessed during this hour of liberty; but my fate was 
set in such a fashion that I was the one who was going to be taught a lesson 
and to be initiated to the accomplishments of a beautiful whipper; but this 
will come in its time. When the clock struck four, Miss Jenny, upon seeing 
that I had not done a thing, took on a stern countenance. 

"Lilian, Dorothy, you may go. George will stay here." 

My sisters, figuring that I was kept to finish my exercises, fled to the 
garden. Miss Jenny locked the door, opened a cupboard and took out of it a 
thin and very supple wand, bound with a blue ribbon. 

My heart-beats quickened, and I began to shiver so violently that I could 
hardly hold my pencil. 

"Put your pencil down, George, and come over here." 

I obeyed and stood up before my beautiful governess, with a strange mingling 
of fear and voluptuous desires. 

"Unhook your suspenders and let your pants down." 

I began unfastening my suspenders but she was in such a nervous state that 
my clumsiness irritated her and, with her delicate fingers, she pushed my 
pants down. 

"Come and lie across my knees." 

I was shaking all over and obeyed her with a mingling of fear and desire. 
She had folded back her dress on her lap so that it would not be rumpled by 
my weight, and my bare skin was next to her underskirts. A delicate perfume 
of violet and vervain filled my nostrils; her breasts were pressing my back, 
and, when her light and smooth fingers tucked my shirt up and felt my naked 
haunches, my senses awoke and my prick swelled and began to hurt. 

I had been hardly aware of this change when cruel blows, more and more 
painful, lashed my buttocks. 

"Oh! My Goodness! Oh! Miss Jenny! I'll behave, but please! stop whipping me! 
Please! Forgive me! Oh! Oh!" 

Holding me tightly with her left arm, Miss Jenny went on ruthlessly with the 
wand. 

At first it hurt so much that I screamed my head off, but gradually the pain 
subsided and was followed by a delicious tickling feeling. 

I had struggled so madly that Miss Jenny's clothes were in the worst state 
and I was fortunate enough to enjoy the sight of her beautiful legs shaped 
in silk stockings and a tiny bit of pink skin, above the top of the 
stockings. 

This voluptuous sight which came after the irksome and painful thrashing and 
the rubbing of my cock against my governess's thighs maddened me so much 
that I fell back on her knees, utterly crushed, and not once did the rod 
stop its wild whipping. 

At last, the wand broke and Miss Jenny pushed me from her lap! I stood up 
and remained facing her, with tears running on my face, and my shirt tucked 
up on my behind while on the front my prick kept throbbing against the linen 
in spite of my efforts to compose myself. 

Miss Jenny's gazes fell on this swelling and she seemed rooted to the ground 
looking at it with astonishment, while I kept crying and rubbing my behind 
instead of pulling my pants up. 

Miss Jenny stared at me fixedly for one or two minutes, then she seemed, all 
of a sudden, to recall where she was standing, she sighed and quickly left 
the study room. She came back only after my sisters' return from the garden, 
behaving somewhat sheepishly, and often looking at me stealthily. 

Two days later there were no longer any traces of this severe whipping. We 
were invited by a neighbour the day after, to a picnic on a farm, a few 
miles away. The farm buildings were situated in the middle of a beautiful 
landscape. The afternoon was warm and sunny, so we walked up to the farm and 
reached it around four o'clock. 

Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins were in the parlor, but they pressed us to go at once 
into the garden where their three daughters were playing with a rustic 
swing. Lydia, the eldest, who was nineteen, was pushing the swing for her 
younger sisters; Harriett who was two years younger and Margaret who was 
fifteen. The three of them were plump, with very fine figures; they were 
very beautiful girls indeed. 

Harriett was standing up on the swing board where Margaret was seated, and 
Lydia was trying to send them upward as high as possible. When we came upon 
this charming group, the girls were laughing their heads off because the two 
swingers were disclosing as much as possible of what lay under their 
petticoats. 

Harriett wore a light muslin dress and a petticoat which ballooned with the 
wind, allowing us to see her legs and even her belly with a plump little 
mount of Venus. 

Margaret, for her part, kept sending her legs in the air, enabling one to 
have a definite knowledge of what nestled between her thighs along with a 
nice view of her fanny. 

Since everybody persisted in treating me like a child, they id not stop 
either their swinging or their laughs and, on the contrary, they asked me to 
help push them. 

I was standing under the swing-board; the fine legs and the sweet little 
hairy cracks were passing back and forth at the level of my eyes; and by and 
by the mischievous cunts succeeded in giving me an erection; none of the 
girls wore panties, so that, when they were high up, I could see all that 
they had to show; my prick was stiffening so much that I think they had 
noticed it and were enjoying it; even Miss Jenny was watching me closely; 
after a little while she sat on the swing-board and allowed me to push her. 
It is still my belief that she kept throwing her legs upwards more than was 
necessary; anyway I was so much in love with her that she excited me much 
more than the others. 

We spent a very pleasant afternoon and our games lasted until dusk; then 
rain began to pour so violently that Mr. Jenkins had us brought home in one 
of his carts. 

The tilbury provided room enough only for two persons, so mother took 
Dorothy on her knees and Miss Jenny took me on hers. I don't know how things 
happened, but all of a sudden, I had her arms encircling me, as to hold me 
safely, and her hand, by chance, came to cover my prick fully. At once I was 
electrified and my rod swelled, hardened and stirred under her palm. Yet 
Miss Jenny, who could not be unaware of what was that restless thing under 
her hand, did not take it off, and I felt, on the contrary, that she was 
pressing it harder. 

I was still so childish that I imagined she did not know what it could be. 
We were driving on a pebble road, and the repeated jolts of the cart 
imparted to her hand a seesaw motion over my jutting horn and I was so 
excited that, to hide my agitation, I feigned sleeping and let my head rest 
on Miss Jenny's shoulder. 

I don't know if she believed that I was really asleep, but I felt very 
distinctly her fingers grab my rod and, so to say, size its length and 
circumference. Her increasing squeezing as well as the constant jolts of the 
cart excited me so much that, after two or three spasms, each followed by a 
tightening of the squeezing fingers, I fainted in a paroxysm of sensations 
such as I had never known before. 

I remained senseless for a short time and regained consciousness only upon 
reaching home, when Miss Jenny shook me so that I could get out of the cart. 
I climbed down and, though still half stunned, I think I could see my 
governess's eyes shine with an extraordinary agitation and her cheeks burn 
crimson; she declined to come into the drawing room and, saying that she had 
a headache, went to bed at once. 

When I went to bed myself, I discovered that the front flap of my shirt was 
all wet with a sticky juice. Thus did I pay my first tribute to Venus. 

For a long time I pondered on the obvious familiarity of Miss Jenny, and I 
went to sleep with the golden hope that T could progress into her intimacy 
because I was almost totally certain that she would wish to initiate me to 
the pleasures that her luscious body could afford me. 

But fate did not agree with my hopes, and it was to be another woman, as 
beautiful as Miss Jenny, as experienced, and as passionate as my governess, 
who was my charming introducer to love-making and its pleasures. 

Two days after the picnic, Mr. Barnett had to leave suddenly, for urgent 
business transactions which were, so he thought, to keep him away for three 
weeks. Mrs. Barnett was to stay with us in the meantime. Since it was 
necessary to drive Mr. Barnett to the nearest railway station, mother 
decided to go with him to the town, and took with her Miss Jenny and my 
sisters who needed new shoes. Mrs. Barnett said she was too tired to go 
along, and I stayed home alone with her. Before leaving, my mother told me 
to be very attentive to our guest's wants and to entertain her so that she 
would not feel lonely. 

My mother had instructed me during lunch; I was leaving the dining-room when 
Mrs. Barnett followed me and, having looked around to see if nobody could 
hear us, she told me; "George, I shall need your help to wind my skeins of 
wool so I shall be much obliged if you come to me as soon as they have left 
home." 

She went up to her room where Mr. Barnett hurried to join her at once, 
certainly to reenact the scene which I had witnessed some time before. They 
remained in their bedroom for half an hour, then Mr. Barnett came down, put 
on his traveling coat and hat and left with all the other members of the 
household; and I remained alone, on the verge of knowing a happiness that I 
had not yet been able to imagine. 

Mrs. Barnett said we should go to the parlour, which opened on the garden 
and where nobody could see us. I followed her and, since she was walking 
before me, I could not help look admiringly at her pretty body. Though she 
may have been said thin, she had voluptuous curves and was very elegant; she 
always dressed smartly and with the best taste, but somehow provocatively. 
She sat on a low arm-chair and, reclining back, crossed her legs without 
noticing that her posture was pulling up her petticoats and showing me her 
legs up to her garters. 

I had not forgotten the day when, hidden in the closet, I had seen her legs 
fully, nor how charming they looked, so that this abandoned attitude, though 
not so wild as the scene I recalled so vividly, set fire to my senses all of 
a sudden. I knew from previous experiences what burning effect shapely legs 
and delicately shoed feet could have on my nerves, and I was able to verify 
it because, while I was looking at her legs sheathed in silk stockings, her 
slender ankles and her tiny feet, I felt my rod harden and swell and throb 
in such a way that I thought Mrs. Barnett was going to notice it, since I 
was standing in front of her and her head was almost on level with that part 
of my body. 

I saw that, without ceasing knitting, she was staring fixedly at the area in 
my pants which was swelling progressively; she did not say anything for a 
few minutes, then she asked me to hold her skein for her and to kneel down 
in front of her so that my hands would be at a right level for her to wind 
her balls. 

I kneeled down on the footstool where she rested her foot; with a swift 
motion, she lifted her foot and put it upon me, immediately under the place 
where my rod was visibly stirring. She began then to wind her wool and, 
simultaneously, to push her foot up slowly, until its toes reached the tip 
of my prick; which she rolled from side to side, in a very expert rubbing 
which increased my excitement to a paroxysm. 

I turned crimson and shook so violently that I almost dropped the skein. 

"What is the matter with you, my dear child? Your cheeks are burning and you 
are shuddering all over. Are you. ill?" 

I did not answer and my cheeks reddened still more. 

She had finished her winding. She said, "George, stand up and come over 
here." 

I obeyed and stood up by her side. 

"What is it that is stirring inside your pants?" 

And, talking all the while, she began to unbutton my fly and my prick jutted 
out, as hard as a piece of iron and as big as a boy of eighteen's (it may 
even be said that only a boy of eighteen among five hundred boys could have 
possessed as big a tool as mine). Mrs. Barnett, though she had not thought 
she was going to deal with a child, yet was immensely surprised and cried, 
"My Goodness! What a beautiful cock! George, my friend, you are no longer a 
boy! You are a man! How big it is! And what a length!" 

And, taking it gently in her hand, she toyed with it. 

"Is it often that hard?" 

"Oh! yes, Madam." 

"And, how long has this been going on?" 

"Since Miss Jenny came to our house." 

"What has Miss Jenny got to do with your cock, my young man?" 

I began to stutter and could not answer. 

"Well, George, you must not lie to me. What do you mean when you say that 
you are horny because of Miss Jenny? Did you show her your rod? Did she feel 
it?" 

"Oh! no! Never, never!" 

"What is it of her that entrances you? Her face, her breasts, her legs?" 

"What excites me? Her ankles, her feet and her beautiful legs that she is 
unaware she is disclosing sometimes." 

"And any lady's legs and feet can put you in such a state?" 

"Yes, if they are slender and pretty." 

"And may I know what excited you so much a short time before?" 

My cheeks reddened more yet and I stuttered, "What has excited me are your 
beautiful legs, and the memory of what I watched last week." 

She went on talking and all the while she was gently massaging my prick, 
pressing the skin back over its knob and covering it again. 

"George, I suppose that after hiding in the closet you must know what is the 
use of your rod?" 

I whispered a silly answer and bowed my crimson face. 

"You never slipped it into a woman, did you?" 

I cried, "No, Madam, never!" 

"Would not you be pleased to slip it?" 

I did not answer and remained stupid, with my eyes riveted to the ground, ' 
oo shy to look at her. 

"When you were hiding in the closet did you see what I have in the same 
place?" 

I whispered, "Yes, Madam." 

"Would you like to see it again?" 

"Ch! yes. Very much, indeed." 

Mrs. Barnett stood up, went to the window and pulled the curtains; then she 
locked 'he door, came back and sat in the arm-chair; there, she pulled up 
her skirt, her petticoats and her day-shirt, baring her body up to the 
waist, reclined back and opened her legs so that I could see her belly. 

"Now, my dear child, you can look as much as you want." 

At once my shyness vanished; my passionate temper impelled me to do what 
would best please my partner; so, falling on my knees, I glued my lips on 
her luscious gash, pushing my tongue as far as possible, sucking her little 
clitoris which was still all wet with a sticky juice, that induced me to 
think that Mr. Barnett had fucked her two or three times before leaving. But 
evoking that scene did not stop me; the attack had been as sudden as 
delightful, for Mrs. Barnett put her hands on my head and pressed it hard to 
her throbbing cunt. I felt that she was strongly excited, not only because I 
was sucking her but because she was rubbing my cock; nervous jerks were 
lifting her fanny clear off her seat while I was busy devouring her moist 
and pouting ring. 

"Oh! Darling, George! Oh! It's delightful! It's heaven! You are exciting me! 
Oh!" 

And, pressing my face so hard that I could not breathe any more, she had an 
orgasm and came in my mouth, on my cheeks and my neck, all the while closing 
her legs convulsively around my head. For one or two minutes I kept on 
licking her, swallowing the delicious love dew which still ran from her 
crack. 

At last, she said, "Oh darling! I love you so much! But I shall now give you 
as much pleasure as you have given me." 

I stood up. She pulled me to her and gave me a penetrating kiss, taking back 
on my lips her love dew which still smeared my face. She urged me to shove 
my tongue into her mouth and she sucked it deliciously while she groped 
about for my lance and fondled it. Then she made me lie on the floor and 
piled cushions to raise my head; and, pulling up her skirts again, she 
straddled me with her face toward my feet, and squatted over me on bent 
knees. 

She took my prick between her lips and lowered her ass so that her cunt was 
on my mouth. 

The first time, I had sucked her in such a position that I was only able to 
see the magnificent fur which covered her mount of Venus, and which was 
still thicker than I had been able to judge from the closet. But when, for 
the second time, I glued my lips to her soft quim, I saw that clustered 
little curls surrounded the exquisite pouting ring and disappeared into the 
cleft dividing her buttocks; that is where I applied my tongue, 
alternatively sucking, licking or thrusting it. The jerkings and the 
contractions of her haunches revealed her exulting pleasure; as for me I was 
ecstatic with lascivious delight: her small hand had circled my scrotum as 
if she was milking me while with her other hand she was playing with my 
balls, all the while tipping her tongue around the knob of my burning lance. 
The more I was lapping at her quim the more her lips were tightening over 
the tip of my cock, and I almost fainted from rapture when I felt her 
pointed tongue trying to penetrate my narrow canal. Our reciprocated labial 
caresses could not fail to produce their erotic effect; so that I felt that 
a spasm was coming and I cried out, "Oh! Please! Let go! I'm dying!" 

She was well aware the passionate result her expert mouth could get, but she 
did not move, and in the same instant when she was coming in my mouth and 
all over my face I sent in her mouth a stream of fuming come. 

For a few minutes we lay together breathless, exhausted. Then Mrs. Barnett 
rose to her feet, set her clothes in order, helped me to stand up and hugged 
me to her bosom, telling me I was a charming boy, that I had made her come 
beyond what I could imagine; and, nibbling at my lips, my eyes, sucking my 
tongue, caressing me passionately, she added, "Now, George, hitch up your 
pants." 

When I was fully dressed, she pulled back the curtains and opened the door. 
We sat side by side, my arm encircling her shoulders, hand in hand. She told 
me, "I presume, dear George, that you will keep our affair a secret. Your 
mother is far from suspecting anything; she thinks of you always as a child. 
I shall figure a way so that you can sleep in the little room next to my 
bedroom. When everybody has retired to sleep, you will unlock the door on 
your side and I shall unlock it on mine, and you will come in my bed, where 
I shall teach you how to fuck; you saw Mr. Barnett do it the other day; do 
you think you will like it?" 

"Oh!" said I, "how sweet you are! You have been able to guess my more secret 
dreams; but, please, I want to kiss again this nice little pussy which gave 
me so much pleasure. Do you want me to do it again?" 

"Dear child! Of course, any time it will be safe to do so without anybody 
knowing it. Likewise, you must not disclose publicly too much an intimate 
acquaintance with me and be very careful not to do anything if I do not 
prompt you to do so. If people were aware of any closeness between us, I 
should not be able to go on loving you, and I think that you and I can be 
very much happy if we love each other." 

Of course, I promised her I should obey her in every respect, and swore I 
should not breathe a word about our intended love bouts; but, since we had 
truly got acquainted and I felt so at ease with her, I wanted to demonstrate 
that I could fuck her as nicely as I had sucked her off; but she did not 
relent, saying that we would spoil the pleasure that we were to have the 
following night in her bed. To relieve my disappointment somehow, she was 
charming and tender, and the afternoon fled by very quickly. 

Mother came back for dinner and asked Mrs. Barnett whether I had behaved. My 
pretty mistress answered that I had been a model child, gentle and obedient, 
and that she had found my company much pleasing. Mother was tired by her 
journey and went to bed immediately after dinner. Mrs. Barnett took her to 
her room and, while helping her to get ready for bed she feigned seeing my 
little bed in the room for the first time; she said then that I would wake 
mother when going to bed and asked instantly that it be carried to the 
little room next to hers, asserting with a matter-of-fact attitude that 
mother needed a peaceful sleep; mother did not suspect anything but she was 
afraid that I should wake up Mrs. Barnett too early in the morning. 

"My goodness! No!" said my mistress. "I'm not a light sleeper, and he is 
such a nice little boy that if I ask him to be quiet he will be very 
careful, won't you George?" 

I answered that I should get up very noiselessly, and my bed was carried at 
once into the small room. 

I was wondering what Miss Jenny would think about this new arrangement, but 
she did not say anything; I went to bed, but I could not sleep because I was 
utterly nervous. I kept waiting and waiting, but my delicious fucking 
teacher did not come; I was ablaze with the memory of all her beauties and I 
was dying to suck again her juicy little cunt and above all to be initiated 
to the whole scale of Venus' mysteries. 

Time was passing by and I grew feverish, anxious, restless, quivering; my 
rod was swelling and stiffening; it was a good thing I did not know that 
there was an easy, solitary way to relieve my sexual tension, else I should 
not have had a strong enough will not to do it and my benefactress would 
have found me unable to benefit by her lessons. 

At last I heard voices, and the creaking of the stairs; Mrs. Barnett bade 
goodnight to Miss Jenny, came into the bedroom and locked her door. 

I heard her use her chamber pot, then she came to my door, opened it, and 
stood by my bed. Seeing that my eyes were wide open and my cheeks burning, 
she kissed me and whispered, "You have not slept at all, George?" 

"No, Madam, I could not sleep." 

"Why could not you, my dear child?" 

"But, Madam, because I knew I was going to sleep with you." 

Her lips pressed mine, and she slipped her hand under the blankets; she 
found my prick and began to stroke it gently. Feeling that it was as hard as 
iron, she told me, "Poor boy, it seems to me you have been most eager to see 
me; have you been like that for long?" 

"During the whole evening, Madam. I did not think you would come so late." 

"My dear child, I couldn't come earlier, since Miss Jenny looked suspicious, 
so I didn't want her to conceive the notion that I was in a hurry to go to 
bed. I even teased her when she said she was going to retire, and I obliged 
her to stay with me a little more; when at last I freed her, she was really 
very sleepy; but I think I succeeded in diverting her mind from us and she 
can't have guessed that I was as eager to be with you as you were eager to 
hold me in your arms. I shall undress as quickly as possible and I'll do my 
best to make up for lost time. Get up noiselessly, close your door and go 
lie in my bed; since the doors in my room are heavily curtained, we will not 
run the risk to be heard." 

I obeyed earnestly and she began undressing; I was devouring with my eyes 
every stage of her elaborate proceedings. She braided her thick and shining 
hair, put on a lace-trimmed nightgown of a filmy silk material, such as I 
had never seen before; she was a lovely sight and her delicate perfume added 
just the final touch to the femininity of this "risque" scene; I was still 
gaping at her enticing figure when she took me in her arms. 

"Now George, you are going to be a nice boy and try to make as little noise 
as possible, and I'm going to give you your first fucking lesson; I'm going 
to lie on my back, with my legs wide open, and you will kneel between them 
... All right, you are doing very well. Now, get on top of me and I'll take 
your dear little prick." 

Slowly, slowly, I lowered my body until my belly was touching her smooth and 
ivory-white pube and felt the clustered curls of her pussy; her nimble 
fingers had taken hold of my rod and were guiding it toward her quivering 
gash; I was straining so much that I began to shake all over, and thought, 
for once, that I was going to faint; but suddenly I felt her inserting my 
cock in the burning lips of her quim and the contractions of her belly 
achieved such a voluptuous suction that I thrust my penis all the way inside 
the soft walls of her vagina, my balls slapped her bottom and I came into 
her in a mad frenzy of erotic pleasure and fainted, pressing my body on her 
belly and her shuddering breasts. 

When I came back to my senses, I was still lying across her belly, her arms 
were encircling me and her palpitating cunt was sucking at my penis and 
squeezing it with every contraction of the hot depths of her ring, with the 
result that my rod could hardly have been said any limper. Her face was 
blurred for a few minutes and then I began to discern her features. She was 
smiling softly, and she told me, "Aren't you a real monster? Now I'm going,, 
to have a baby. Why did you spunk so quickly into me, and so much? Well do 
you like doing it?" 

"Oh! I'm in heaven. Never diet I feel such an ecstasy. Why, I like fucking, 
and I love you so much for teaching me." 

"My dear, you don't know yet how it is to be done, and how much we can 
increase our pleasure by helping each other to come; let me show you. Now, 
push your prick in and out, gently ... all right, it's perfect! Ah! It feels 
good! Slowly, slowly! My Goodness, it feels good!" 

And she was moving rhythmically with me, timing her thrusting with mine, 
rearing her bottom to meet my lance which was sinking softly into her 
burning nest, backing as far as possible when I was drawing it almost all 
the way out and rocking back and forth to meet my lascivious pushes. 

"Yes! That was sheer ecstasy." My penis, swollen to a breaking point, seemed 
to fit exactly the secret cavern of her warm and palpitating vagina, which, 
though accustomed to be visited by the much bigger tool of her husband, 
could contract enough to appease the piercing stabbing of my burning dagger 
with her soft and moist folds. 

We went on like that, I plunging into her, and she rearing her luscious 
fanny to meet my fierce thrustings. I kept applying my hands everywhere on 
her body, alternatively squeezing the creamy skin or caressing it gently, 
nibbling at her lips, sucking her tongue, rolling the erected cherries of 
her nipples or tipping them with my tongue. 

This first love-bout lasted long because Mrs. Barnett wanted to instruct me 
widely, and she was coming so madly that she wanted it to last as long as 
possible. One time she was lavishing me with wild caresses, the other 
praising my aptitudes, and she succeeded in delaying my coming quite 
extensively. I was crushed with a wild happiness. Any time I was realizing 
that I was plunging my cock into the most secret depths of a woman I felt a 
surge of erotic pleasure. Entranced by the wildness of those delicious 
sensations, I quickened my stabbings, my charming mistress followed my 
rhythm and at the same minute we ejaculated the most delicious and abundant 
spunk. 

Though I was still very horny and wanted to stay in, Mrs. Barnett did not 
allow me to do it again. She had me slip my lance out and asked me to go to 
sleep like a nice boy should, but promised to give me another lesson in the 
morning. 

I saw that she intended to be firm and that she needed sleep, so I resolved 
upon doing likewise and fell asleep at last. 

I woke up around five o'clock (and at this time of the year the light was 
yet bright enough) and, instead of finding me as usual in my narrow bed, I 
realized that my arms were encircling the body of a lovely woman whose 
haunches were warm against my belly and my thighs. 

At once my throbbing, blood-gorged prick hardened and jutted forth. I 
thrusted it into the cleft dividing her large fanny, trying to re-enact the 
play which had given me those rapturous sensations at the beginning of that 
memorable night. I don't know whether Mrs. Barnett was sleeping or not, but 
I should think she was, because she showed a genuine surprise when she woke 
up. She must have been dreaming, for she opened her thighs instinctively. I 
pushed my bursting prick against her voluptuous buttocks, stabbing the gates 
of the sanctuary of love which had given me such a raving pleasure before. I 
met with a resistance which I could not account for; at last, I succeeded in 
introducing the tip of my knob into the ring, which seemed much tighter than 
previously. 

Spurred by the difficulty which I was not prepared to meet, I thrust forward 
firmly, and took a hold by hooking my arms around Mrs. Barnett's waist. I 
felt the ring give way to the stabbing stiffness of my lance, and half of it 
was engulfed into this exceedingly narrow canal. I lowered my hand to the 
hilt of my rod to ease its entering into the soft and warm gap when, to my 
utmost astonishment, I noticed that I had penetrated into the lady's asshole 
instead of her gash. I understood at once why there had been so much 
difficulties. I was going to. take my cock out in order to put it in the 
right place when a convulsive contraction of the sphincter, tightening 
itself around my palpitating penis, sent into my spine waves of so acute 
pleasure and excited me so much more than when I had been visiting the emit, 
that I could not resist the temptation to further the operation. So, 
inserting two fingers in her quim, I bucked forward my haunches and with all 
my might, plunged my quivering penis up to the balls into her asshole. The 
violence of my thrusts woke Mrs. Barnett, who cried, "My Goodness! Henri, 
you hurt me! Why can't you have enough with my cunt? I shall be unable to 
walk tomorrow. You know what is the result of that practice! You are a very 
cruel lover, but since you are in, stay in, but for a while stop driving it 
into me and go on rubbing me; you know it is the best way to make in that 
position." 

What did it mean, her calling me Henri? I was engaged in too heavenly a 
business to try to solve that enigma, and the idea that at this very 
instant, the whole of my lance was engulfed into her asshole was enough to 
make me still homier. I did not move for a time, as such was her want, but 
she went on moaning and she began rocking her haunches to and fro and I 
resumed the task of masturbating her quim where my fingers were already wet 
with her love balm. She woke up fully then and recognized me: 

"George! What are you doing? Do you know where you have put your prick?" 

"I didn't know I was doing wrong and I liked it so much that I don't want to 
take it out now." 

"You did wrong, indeed! Why, a woman's asshole is not the place where you 
should put your penis. What possessed you suddenly?" 

"I don't know. But I didn't do it on purpose. I thought I was entering the 
same gash as yesterday, where I had so delicious sensations." 

And while talking, I was diving in and out all the time and my fingers were 
whipping her juice to a lather. The pressure of the contracted walls around 
my prick gave me such ecstatically erotic sensations as I had never even be 
able to dream them; and when thinking back to the way this new fucking 
session was completed, I recall distinctly that the lady had as much 
delirious pleasure as I did. Anyway, she let me go on until I came in a 
raving surge of erotic oblivion. As for her, she drenched my hand with a 
rush of streaming come. 

After our love-making, she got off the bed, filled the basin, and with a 
sponge she washed her cunt, her inner thighs and her fanny with great care. 

She then said, "My dear child, you should get up and wash yourself too; and 
you should be careful, in the future, never to do again such mistakes, for 
they have sometimes the most unpleasant results." 

By this time it was broad daylight, and my enchanting mistress was so 
beautiful in her transparent nightgown that I could not help asking her to 
let me look at her naked, in all the radiant gorgeousness of her perfect 
body. 

At once she complied with my request but, laughing, she made me peel my 
shirt too, and told me, "I too have a right to gaze at your charming 
youthful body, and I want to take you naked in my arms." 

We embraced each other in a passionate clasp and only thereafter did my 
lovely and so beautifully shaped mistress allow me to look at her from every 
angle, turning her at my want so that I was confronted every time with a new 
and delicious view of her perfect naked body. Oh! She was a truly superb 
creature! She was square-shouldered, with a throat smooth and full; firm, 
round teats, quivering globes of frothy cream with small erected pink 
nipples; her slender waist was in perfect contrast with the curved hips, and 
the wide haunches (almost exaggerated), the rearing bottom with a soft, 
alabaster-white skin, separated in the middle by the deep furrow where I had 
buried my exultant cock. Then, there was the glory of her belly, undulating 
with the pangs of pleasure she felt for standing naked under my eyes in 
every position I could imagine, with the triangle of her rising mount of 
Venus, very full and covered with the proud bush of curled pubic hair, light 
and silky; underneath nestled the secret grotto, with the soft pinkness of 
the full lips, which were equally covered with light hair on each side, what 
is scarcely encountered even when a woman has a thick fur; they were indeed 
magnificent hair, and they did not stop after her moist gash but reached the 
delicious pleated ring of her bottom, in a silky sinuous flow of clustered 
curls, and that was the asshole which initiated me to a maddening fucking at 
the very beginning of my initiation. Her alabaster-white tapering thighs, 
firmly rounded, were the perfect pillars which so luscious a body deserved. 
Her legs were a beauty! Long and slender, they glimmered down to the 
delicate ankles which vied in elegance with the smallness of the ideal feet. 
On the perfectly cast curves of her palpitating body glittered the 
smoothness of a scintillating creamy-white skin, the milkieness of which was 
relieved by the red cherries of her teats and the light brown fur of the 
pubic triangle. Mrs. Barnett was for me the true picture of the perfect 
goddess of beauty. 

Now that I have progressed in life and love, I can't remember anybody 
surpassing her in every respect, though I met many women which bested her in 
a particular point; some who had better breasts, or a nicer figure, or 
exceedingly luscious cunt and fanny-for the latter are generally 
complementary-or even displayed better thighs and legs. But this divine 
creature, who did not really attract attention when she was fully dressed, 
offered, when she appeared naked, a perfection of proportions, a magnificent 
harmony and a gorgeousness which sent one raving mad with desire. To further 
a perfect picture, she was a caressing and voluptuous disposition and she 
initiated me to the mysteries of love; and, shall I add, of perversity with 
the utmost complacency. 

We were playing with each other with so little restraint, mutually fondling 
and kissing every part of our naked bodies, that soon we felt the impulse to 
unite in a more intimate embrace. 

Clasped in each other's arms, we moved toward the bed with a slowness which 
increased our tension, and fell upon it in a struggling and passionate heap. 
Our burning bodies were rubbing against each other and we had lost all sense 
of time, place and environment; my blood-gorged prick found her palpitating, 
moist gash and we came together for a long time and had several orgasms 
before falling exhausted and delirious with the lascivious flow of our 
spunk. I shall never forget how much she made me come. I think we went on 
for at least half an hour; my mistress had thrown her legs up and around my 
waist, thrusting my haunches forward with her locked feet, and rearing or 
heaving her buttocks rhythmically with the strokes of my prick, which had 
hardened like iron and was still swelling and hardening to a point where it 
fitted her soft and moist cavern like a sword in a sheath. Every time I was 
taking the hardness of my penis out of her slit, she was squeezing it with 
the walls of her cunt with the power of tongs. We reached the ultimate 
climax at the same time and screamed with mad delight; my ardent mistress, 
in her raving voluptuous spasms, bit my shoulder and blood trickled from the 
tiny furrows she had pierced in my flesh; but I did not feel any pain, I had 
reached heaven and remained without any feelings for a long time, spread 
across her superb body, in the lock of her amorous embrace. 

When we came back to our senses, she told me, "Oh! My dear child! Never, 
never did I come so much! You are an angel; I'm afraid I'm beginning to love 
you too much." 

We turned and lay on our sides without taking out the wonderful instrument 
of our bliss, and my dear mistress began to rub my balls, with the sweetest 
words and many laughs and frolics. I had another erection and I wanted to 
make love to her in the posture which we had achieved, but my sweet mistress 
said to me, "George, you have had enough. I must be careful about your 
health. You have already done much more than what should be allowed for a 
boy about your age; you must leave me and go and get a good rest in your 
bed. Try to go to sleep-that's necessary." 

"But, Madam, you can see that I'm horny again." 

And I thrust my prick fiercely into her spunk dripping gash. But, though she 
was still very excited, she turned around suddenly, sending my lance out 
with a soft sound, and stretched to the other side of the bed, forbidding me 
to slip it again into the pink folds of her wet nest. Since she was stark 
naked, every one of her movements, of her postures when she was explaining 
the reasons of her refusal was an enchanting sight to behold, and, as one of 
her legs was on the floor by the side of the bed and the other stretched on 
the blankets, I could gaze fully into her pink cunt, open under my greedy 
eyes. I was suddenly possessed with the furious desire to kiss and suck it, 
as I had done before, and asked that this last request be granted since it 
could not really be harmful to me. She agreed at once and lay on her back, 
after slipping a cushion under her fanny so that her cunt was raised in a 
way very suitable to my designs because it allowed me to suck her at ease. 
Before beginning this delicious labial exploration of her cunt, she told me, 
"My dear George, you can see the little mount which rises at the top of my 
slit; this is my clitoris where it is nice to be touched because it is the 
seat of the most delicious sensations. You can see that now it is erect and 
hard but you will feel it grow bigger and stiffer as you will lick and suck 
it, so there is the place which you have got to work on with your mouth." 

I did as I was bidden and soon I felt it hard and erect under my tongue and 
as I kept alternatively brushing it with the tip of my tongue, nibbling at 
it with my teeth, sucking it with ardent lips, it sprang almost to an inch 
in length. The convulsive rocking of her pube, the way she was pressing my 
face to her cunt, were a sure proof that my exquisite mistress was coming 
with the full intensity of lascivious delight. Though I had very little room 
I managed to slip my hand under my chin, and succeeded in introducing my 
thumb into her cunt. Then I figured an occupation for my forefinger, which 
found her lovely asshole the while, and rubbed it before entering it with a 
swiftness due as much to my science as to the wetness which made the walls 
of the sphincter slippery. 

I could hardly breathe, owing to my eagerness in devouring so luscious a 
crack and to the firmness with which she kept my face pressed to her sweet 
gash, wide open to the lust of her youthful lover, but I kept on working on 
her clitoris and darting my thumb into the softness of her grotto, frigging 
her asshole with a rhythmic thrusting motion of my forefinger, until she had 
an orgasm; suddenly she arched up, she pressed my face harder, and clutching 
my head between her strong and delightful thighs, she kept me riveted to her 
pulsating lascivious cunt and her spunk streamed in my mouth, in my chin, my 
neck, my hand, everywhere; a real torrent of come, while she writhed and 
squirmed, hardly knowing what she was doing. As she was keeping my face 
between her clenched legs, I kept on licking the delicious juice and 
nibbling her clitoris. She had another orgasm and went back to her senses; 
she opened her thighs, which had kept me pinned to her passionate quim, and 
breathing hard, she told me, "Oh! My darling, let me kiss you; it was 
wonderful! I liked it so much. You little devil of a boy! How did you know 
so accurately how to suck and frig a woman. I can't believe that it was the 
first time you made love with your tongue, did you? Kiss me, my darling, I 
love you so much!" 

I stretched my body over hers and my mouth went to meet hers, but I took 
good care, in the process, to insert my rearing prick in her moist and open 
cunt which, owing to the cushion under her buttocks, offered a gaping aim to 
my throbbing tool. 

"That's a treacherous attack," said my sweet mistress. "No, I can't let you 
do it again, I must not let you do it again." 

But I had taken a good hold around her waist, and she was offering too good 
an opportunity for me to listen to her prayers. 

"Dear child! You shouldn't! If you are not careful of your own health, you 
should think of mine. I shall be exhausted!" 

I closed her mouth with burning kisses, thrusting my tongue far inside it; 
and soon, by moving my prick in and out of her writhing quim, I succeeded in 
exciting her as usual, and she resumed her passionate vaginal suction on my 
plunging lance, all the time moaning with her increasing passionate coming. 

"Now, stop that, my dear George, you are going to put it into me in another 
position-which you don't know yet and which will give us still a greater 
pleasure." 

"You are not going to deceive me, are you? It is not a trick to make me get 
it out?" 

"Oh, no, darling! I'm as horny as you are. Take it out, will you?" 

I obeyed reluctantly. My lovely fucking partner turned around, and, standing 
on all four, she offered to my eyes the magnificent view of her gleaming 
buttocks, slit by the deep furrow that I had visited not very long ago, 
where nestled the asshole which had given me such delicious sensations. I 
thought for once that she wanted me to put my prick again into that same 
hole, and I told her so. 

"Oh! no," said she, "that is not the place where you will plunge your dear 
rod, my child." 

And, slipping her hand under her belly and between her thighs, she told me: 

"Give it to me, I'm going to put it in the right place." 

Before letting her grab my prick, I backed a little and, plunging my face 
between the superb buttock cheeks, I nuzzled into the hairy slit, and found 
the delicious puckered asshole which I lavished with ardent kisses and tried 
to pierce with my tongue. "Stop that, George, you are tickling me." 

So I backed a little, put my hands on the exciting, wide-open fanny and put 
my prick in her hand. She grabbed it and placed it herself in the warm 
deepness of her burning cunt, and I began to push it back and forth slowly. 
I felt thus that putting it that way, I could go about an inch farther into 
her cunt, while she was in a better position to squeeze my rod with the 
jerkings of her expert crack; the view of her superb buttock cheeks, rocking 
convulsively and spread in the glory of their gleaming whiteness, excited me 
immensely. 

I put my hands on her thighs with my thumbs stretched to reach her waist, 
and began to rock her, pressing her magnificent fanny each time I was 
thrusting my throbbing rod into her gash. Oh! What a voluptuous sight! I was 
delirious with joy for seeing all the lascivious beauties offered to my 
fierce thrusts. The frantic squirmings of her voluptuous body were the proof 
that she shared the fierceness of my lust; but, at last, she reached the 
last stage of pleasure and came with a long and wild spasm; she fell flat on 
her belly and I fell on top of her without taking my prick out of the sticky 
softness of her cunt. We remained motionless for a few minutes, exhausted 
with pleasure; but the pleasure was not exhausted, for the walls of her cunt 
kept twitching and clutching at my cock which, though not so stiff, was 
still big enough to fit exactly the soft and warm cavity of her gash. At 
last she asked me to take it out. Then, getting up, she sighed heavily, 
kissed me with tenderness and said to me, "My dear George, we must never, in 
the future, make love so many times and with such unrestraint. We would die 
of exhaustion. Come, I want to put you to bed." 

While she was talking, I was beholding her glorious naked body, her perfect 
shapes and the smoothness of her creamy-white skin, and the sight of so much 
beauty had as usual, an erotic effect on my prick, and I was horny once 
again. My mistress toyed with my prick, bowed her head slightly and 
swallowed it with greediness, but let it go quickly then, taking my 
night-shirt, she raised it over my head, made me slip into it, led me toward 
my bed where she made me lie, tucked the bed-covers and, after kissing me 
tenderly, left the room, and I heard her locking the door on her side. 

I have now finished the faithful recording of all the events which took 
place on the first night of my initiation to Venus' mysteries, where a young 
and beautiful woman taught me the art which she had been married just long 
enough to be a perfect expert in. Never, never had I spent such a wild 
night, even in my imagination. And now, that I have had many women, each 
perfectly skilled in the art of love-making and as eager as me to reach the 
highest stages of pleasure, I can say that never did I know such an 
intensity of pleasure as on that night where the new field of erotic 
sensations was opened before me by an ardent and versatile teacher-which 
made of that delirious night the 'ne plus ultra' of fucking. 

It will be easily guessed that, exhausted by those voluptuous bouts, I fell 
soundly asleep and woke up when I was rudely shaken. I opened my eyes, and 
to my wonder there was my sister Lilian, standing by me bed, and laughing 
her head off because I looked astonished. She put her arms around my neck, 
kissed me, and told me, "You lazy sleeper, do you know that we have almost 
finished breakfast while you are still sleeping? What is the matter with 
you? What happened to you? You look strange. Tell me, what happened?" 

"Oh! I had the most dreadful nightmare and it did wake me up. After that I 
lay awake for a long time and, when at last I fell asleep again, it was a 
heavy sleep and I have not been able to wake up in time." 

"Poor dear! Now, get up!" 

And, pulling the bed-covers, she exposed my belly and my legs, stark naked, 
and, in the middle of this young nakedness, stood what can be seen in every 
youth when waking up, my prick, stiff and proud under my sister's eyes. 

"Oh! George," said Lilian, looking with astonishment at my prick, the length 
and bigness of which seemed to impress her, "why, your doll has grown 
tremendously large," and so saying, she took it in her hand. 

She went on, "How hard it is, and the tip is so red!" And she began to 
fondle it like a real doll, caressing her own hands against the soft skin of 
my tool which was all the stiffer and the harder. Truly this childish toying 
with my rod was exciting her though she was entirely unaware of the sensual 
effects it had on her, and her cheeks got very red. 

"Dear Lilian, I have just learned a frightfully important secret about the 
way of using my little doll, and I'll tell you all about it as soon as we 
can be alone and perfectly safe from any interfering into that game that I 
want to teach you. Now, I'm in a hurry and I can't tell you anything about 
it because it would require too much time ;but, before going downstairs, let 
me take a look at your little pussy. How has it been faring lately? I want 
to say a few words to that nice little pussy." 

We had been to that day using such naive expressions to name our sexual 
organs when playing with each other's and when we had not yet the slightest 
notion that the doll and the pussy, the differences of which puzzled us so 
much, should be put in intimate contact to give us delicious sensations. So, 
no sooner had I told her that I had not glanced at her pussy since it had 
been exposed on the wooden horse by the irate Miss Jenny and so dreadfully 
flogged by the wand of the governess, that she tucked up her skirts to let 
me take a good look. 

"Lie on your back for a while, will you." 

She stretched on the bed. I was delighted. I fed my gazes upon her secret 
parts, as, instinctively she had drawn her knees to raise her legs up and 
opened her thighs wide. Her mount of Venus was rounder, the hair on it had 
thickened to a real fur of light clustered curls, and the lips which closed 
her slit were fuller and so red that they matched her own lips. I ran my 
hands on the youthful quim and, under the excitation my fingers were rousing 
in her, the little lips opened like the petals of a delicate flower. I bowed 
my head and kissed the sweet gash, licking the tiny clitoris which sprang 
erect under my tongue while Lilian's fanny began to jerk with convulsive 
twitching. I lavished the small mount with ardent strokes of my tongue and 
she thrust her haunches forward. 

"Oh! George, it feels so good! What are you doing to me? Oh! it feels so 
good, please, go on, do it! Do it again!" 

But I stopped and told her, "Now, we have got to stop, dearie; they would 
wonder why it took you so long to wake me up. But, as soon as we can be 
alone together for some time, I'll lick you again down there, and I'll teach 
you something still better. All these things are concerned with the big 
secret I told you about a little while ago. Now, go downstairs and tell them 
that I have not been able to wake up in time, but that I'm hurrying to join 
them for breakfast. Of course, you must not say a word to anybody about what 
I have been doing to you just now. And now, sister, run downstairs, I'll be 
ready at once." 

She walked to the door, but stopped on the threshold and told me, "Oh! My 
dear George, what you did to me was so good that I feel strange now, my legs 
are shaking and I'm hot all over. Please, you must soon find an opportunity 
to tell me the big secret and to teach me those things that are still 
better. Please, do try hard, Georgie!" 

I washed and dressed quickly and I went downstairs to have my breakfast. 

"Well, George," mother asked me, "what was that dreadful nightmare all 
about?" 

"Oh! mother, I can hardly recollect what happened in my nightmare, it was 
very bewildering, but I remember quite clearly that hideous men wanted to 
murder me. They carried me to the top of a very high mountain and threw me 
down into a deep crevice. I screamed with fright and pain, and I could 
hardly breathe. Then I woke up. I put my head under the covers and tried to 
go back to sleep at once, but I was so nervous that I have only been able to 
doze in the morning. Then, I was so tired that I overslept." 

"Poor child," said Mrs. Barnett, who was nibbling a buttered toast 
delicately. "I daresay he had quite a fright. Nightmares are so awful. He 
must be exhausted." 

"Oh! Madam, it has been a dreadful night. And, when I woke up screaming I 
was afraid you had heard me, because I realized at once that I was no more 
in mother's bedroom, but in the room next to yours. I do hope I have not 
disturbed your sleep, did I?" 

"Why, no, my dear boy. Had you wakened me, I should have gone to see what 
was wrong with you. But I have always been a sound sleeper." 

I looked so naive, and I had told the story of my nightmare with such a 
convincing assurance that the matter was dropped at once, and I was rewarded 
for my elaborate lie when I caught Mrs. Barnett's eyes looking at me 
approvingly. 

After breakfast, we passed, as usual, into the study-room. I soon noticed 
that Miss Jenny was behaving with me in a tenderer fashion, as if she was 
wholly pleased with me and my work. She made me stand by her to recite my 
lessions, and from time to time she was encircling my shoulders with her arm 
while pointing to something in the book with her right hand. And she kept 
her arm around me longer than what was needed even for an affectionate 
teacher to right a wrong sentence, and always pressed me against her before 
taking off her arm. This fondling and petting she repeated often, as if she 
wanted to accustom me or better to accustom herself to them so as to 
increase gradually her caresses up to a well defined limit. I could not help 
thinking how different would have been the effects of her petting on me, 
only twenty-four hours ago. I should have been on fire, and eager to further 
such an intimacy. On the contrary, I was satiated and the love which I now 
felt for Mrs. Barnett as well as the exhaustive fucking-bout that had taken 
place the night before prevented me to get horny, while it would indubitably 
have happened so only the day before, had I had the soft body of Miss Jenny 
pressed against mine. I had not given up the idea of fucking her one day; 
far from it, for my recent discoveries in that field increased, on the 
contrary, my desires about her. If my nature was compelled to a standstill, 
my heart, on the other hand, was still engrossed in Miss Jenny and I loved 
her more for my being unable to love at all. 

So, far from repelling her sweet attempts to caress me, I kept looking 
innocently at her with the most naive eyes and beamed every time she was 
smiling at me. 

In the afternoon she grew bolder and she pulled me toward her with her arm 
around my waist, pressing me to her bosom and telling me that I was such a 
nice pupil, very attentive to her teaching, dutiful in my work, and that she 
was so sorry she had had to punish me so sternly last week. 

"You will always behave from now on, will you not, George? You know I like 
you very much and I was as disturbed as you to have to whip you." 

"Oh! yes, Miss Jenny. I'll keep doing my work and obeying you as long as you 
are fond of me. I love you so much, because you are beautiful and you speak 
to me so sweetly." 

"Why, you little flatterer!" 

She pulled me harder against her and kissed me tenderly; I kept my mouth on 
hers and gave back the kiss with usury, while I felt my passion rising. My 
prick began to swell and to quiver in my pants, and since Miss Jenny had me 
closely embraced and pressed herself still more against me while we kissed, 
she must have felt the throbbing, rearing penis against her thigh. I am 
convinced that she felt it, because she turned crimson and she told me, with 
a sigh, "Now, that is enough, go back to your chair like a nice boy and do 
your exercises." 

I obeyed her order; she stood up, seeming somehow restless, left the room 
and stayed away for fifteen minutes at least. I was by now perfectly sure 
that she was a slave to her passions and that now that she had had a hint of 
my possibilities, she would do anything to make love with me one day or 
another, with more restraint than Mrs. Barnett-but, who knows, maybe with a 
more lustful ardor because she had no husband to appease her voluptuous 
appetites. 

Anyway, I was in a very good position to wait for her deliberate surrender, 
since my lovely fucking teacher was in earnest to appease her pupil's lust, 
even if it was only to suit her own depraved passions. 

The day was a very quiet one. Mrs. Barnett paid no particular attention to 
me and not once did she try to be close to me or to speak to me in private; 
she did not show any more familiarity with me than with my sisters, and to 
me in private; I did not show any more interest in her than on the preceding 
days. I studied her behaviour and acted accordingly. 

Mother sent me to bed early, for she thought I had not slept enough the 
night before, owing to my dreadful nightmare, and wished me a peaceful, 
dreamless night. 

This time, when my mistress came to her room, I was soundly asleep. She 
washed and dressed for the night, plaited her beautiful hair, dabbed perfume 
in her secret places, and only after performing these intimate rites did the 
sweet creature wake me up. She was ready to receive me in her bed and I was 
mad with delight to find her unmatchable body, fresh and fragrant, offered 
so passionately to the school-boy that I was then. I got up at once, led her 
to her bed and, without saying a word, I pushed her back on the counterpane 
and swiftly plunged my fierce prick up to the hilt into her palpitating quim 
and kept driving it in and out of her burning gash, already wet with come. 

The fierceness of my attack and the violent thrusts of my blood-gorged cock 
seemed to spur the woman's lust, for each time I was stabbing at her gaping 
slit she was heaving her buttocks upwards and our pelvises were kissing with 
a delicious smacking sound. In our eagerness to come we attained quickly the 
final spasms of pleasure and we fell back in a heap; she kept moaning with 
pleasure for a long time while I was groaning and breathing heavily. We lay 
exhausted for some time, ecstatic after the delirious furor which had 
precipitated our coming. 

Mrs. Barnett, at last, sighed and said to me, "Why George, you have been so 
wild tonight; you fucked me with such a furor that I ought to scold you for 
your haste, but it was so good that I forgive you. However, you must be more 
sensible in the future and not fuck as if your life was at stake." 

"Oh! my dear mistress! I could not help it. You are so beautiful, and you 
have been so kind to me; I like and I worship every part of your lovely 
body. I know I should have had more self-control, but I know what I have got 
to do in order to be forgiven. I'll kiss every part of your delicious quim, 
from which we have already derived so much happiness, and I'll frig your 
clitoris to make you come in my mouth with your hot delightful spunk." 

She was very willing to be sucked again, and she did not oppose any of my 
maddest wishes. I crouched by the bed and opened her thighs wide. I thrust 
my head between the ivory-white limbs and adjusted my mouth over her warm 
grotto which was still wet with her come and mine, and I found that the 
mixture of our love juices was the most delicious liquor I had ever tasted. 
I began lapping the white, pasty fluid between the thick lips of her cunt 
with wild strokes, and after that I sucked her hard clitoris applying my 
lips to its base in a tight ring and running my tongue over its burning tip, 
and all the time I was driving back and forth my thumb into the moist walls 
of her quim and working my forefinger into the pouting ring of her ass-hole. 
Sometimes I was taking my thumb out of her cunt and dipping my tongue deep 
into the soft warmth of her dilated quim. I made her come so wildly that she 
had several orgasms and bit her knuckles not to scream with delight. 

Her cunt was still oozing out her own juice when I got on top of her and 
plunged my throbbing prick into the soft warmth of her cunt where I felt 
like sinking into burning velvet and, as it may be thought, I was so horny 
that I could have filled her vagina twice with my prick which had swollen to 
an incredible size. But of course the tightening of the hot walls of her 
grotto could only increase my sensations, and I fucked her like a madman. 

"Stop that for a while, will you, Georgie, I'm going to teach you another 
position where it will be easier to keep your darling prick into me and to 
plunge it up to the hilt in a still more voluptuous way. You see, I am lying 
on my back, now; I'll show you." 

She was stretched on her back and, passing her right leg over my hip, she 
told me to bend my knees and to open my legs, or, better, to raise my right 
leg higher. She put her left thigh between mine and moved her fanny slowly 
toward my rod. The lips of her cunt were offering to my prick a perfect 
target; she took it into her delicate fingers and led it into her warm 
grotto. I thrust it farther with one or two strokes and she helped me, 
arching her back and rocking her buttocks. I was then very snugly encased in 
her cunt. 

Then, my mistress told me: 

"Now we can fuck more easily and do as we please, either move or rest for a 
time, your prick will not slip out and I'm feeling it much better. Put it 
all the way. Oh! That is so good! Oh, I feel it! You see we can either fuck 
or talk together, and we will feel the slightest motion you or I will make. 
Do you like it? Does it feel good?" 

"Oh! I'm in heaven!" 

And while answering her I noticed that in that new position my hands were 
free and I began to caress her magnificent belly and her superb teats. 
Lowering my head I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked it with renewed 
ardor. 

"Now, darling, that is enough. I want to have a few words with you. First, 
let me thank you for your diplomacy to-day. I see that I was right in 
relying on your tact. Your ingenuity when you gave them the description of 
your nightmare was a masterpiece and fitted perfectly my designs. I do hope, 
Georgie that you will, under my tutoring, become a model lover. You have 
shown, for the past few days, superlatively fine dispositions to make love. 
And one of your greatest assets is that you are not yet a man, though you 
are, in every respect, much more gifted than any ordinary man. You have 
already proved that you could keep a secret and that you had a resourceful 
imagination. You will be an idol for women, for how few are the men who can 
understand that the women want to be perfectly safe when they choose a lover 
and that the secrecy must be kept at all cost. 

"Now, I must give you a piece of advice. We will not be able, alas, to keep 
fucking together at night very long. My husband will soon come back and take 
me away, and though life may offer us again opportunities to meet each other 
(and you know that when I say to meet each other, I mean to fuck together, 
because, you like it as much as I do, don't you Georgie?) we will never 
again be lovers as we have been during those few blessed days. Other women 
will have the privilege to gratify the passions that I have roused in you 
and the power of which I have revealed to you. I am going to tell you how 
you will have to behave with your next partners; what you have to do, and 
what you must avoid at all cost. Let me tell you, because I see that you 
seem to think that I'll be the only one and that you can't love another 
woman as much as you did love me, that it is imperative that you find new 
lovers, you need them and they will need you if you ever let them taste that 
beautiful prick of yours. You will have to make them believe that they are 
the first to fuck with you, that never before did you love another woman, 
and that they are the true embodiment of your most secret and passionate 
dreams. The idea of fucking with a "debutant" will give them twice more 
delight and you will partake of the voluptuous sensations you will have thus 
given them. 

"I think you are of a reserved disposition, and it will serve you right, 
because would they come to know that you have been instructed already, they 
would plague you with questions about your first teacher in that field and 
you would have to reveal our intimacy to get rid of those inquisitive 
creatures. Of course, you could always say that nature instructed you first, 
and that you have had the opportunity to see the mating of dogs or a cow and 
a bull, but they will question you with their devilish cunning and when you 
will have contradicted yourself a few times, they will know the truth. Of 
course, it would be a disgrace for me because I risked my reputation to give 
you the delicious fucking lessons you liked so much last night and to-night, 
and I may say that I hope they will not be the only ones and that we will 
have still many more fucking sessions together. So, dear Georgie, you can 
understand now that as long as you are still a boy, you must look as 
ignorant as possible of those things, and give the idea that you are very 
willing to be taught the mysteries of love because you have a slight notion 
of what they can be. I hope we will be together for many more nights and 
that you will not have too soon the opportunity to fuck another woman, but I 
am most certain that with your passionate temper, dear, dear Georgie ... get 
it in all the way ... ah! it is so good! I'm sure ... sure ... that ... your 
ah! love life ... will ah! be a ... success!...." 

That is how that charming woman taught me the precious trade of courting, 
and I may say that, without her disinterested advices, I would indubitably 
have erred very often, for there are many ways to win a woman's heart, but 
only one to obtain the precious access to her cunt, and that is to make her 
believe that she is the first to initiate you to the art of fucking. Women 
are so particular, that far from shrinking from the task of teaching that 
intimate game to an innocent youth, they will go to extremes, and will not 
spare you the smallest part of their science. There is not a word, not a 
trick that they will refrain from using because they think that their 
partner, not being able to compare with another woman's behaviour, will not 
be able to judge them, and they are all the more free and licentious. I owe 
to my first mistress the big success I have known later in fucking every 
woman I had a mind to fuck. The sensible observations of the delicious 
creature had filled me with so much gratefulness that my prick plunged 
fiercely into her superb cunt and she squirmed and twisted so much that she 
had to interrupt her oration. 

"George, my darling, frig my clitoris with your forefinger ... suck the 
nipple which is close to you and give it to me all the way ... with your 
glorious rod!" 

I did as I was bidden. She helped me in that delicate job of synchronizing 
our erotica thrustings, and we came together with a magnificent orgasm, I 
stuttering incoherent, obscene sentences while she was moaning hoarsely like 
a tortured woman. 

The new embrace we had achieved allowed us to fuck almost ceaselessly 
because my prick was firmly engulfed into the soft depths of her artful 
crack and, had my lance been subject to the so frequent decline that follows 
a fucking session, the amazing grip of her greedy crack, the vaginal suction 
her crab-like cunt mastered around my prick would have been powerful enough 
so as to help prevent it from slipping out of limpness. 

In the course of the following nights, many were the times when I went to 
sleep with my prick deeply shoved in the oven of her basking cunt, waking up 
several hours later to find the tool firmly wedged up to the hilt inside the 
voracious tube, stiff as a pole and ready for the next drilling. 

Actually, we quieted gradually and were lying again in the same gratifying 
position when my delicious bed-partner reverted to her previous occupation 
of sketching out for me the organization of my future love-life. I have 
often, since those blessed nights, marveled at the perfect wisdom of her 
advices, and I have wondered how that charming woman who was yet so green in 
the world and especially in the field of amorous practices, could have got 
such a knowledge of the ways of the sex she belonged to and in the whole of 
the behaviors of mankind. I suppose love is a powerful master and she must 
have been a gifted pupil. In fact she was a gifted pupil for, if I was not 
then in a position to make comparison with other women, I have had the 
opportunity, later, to make extensive ones and they were all to the 
advantage of my delightful mistress. I must point out that, for more than 
forty years, thereafter, we remained the best of friends and I made her the 
confidant of all my erotic extravagancies, without her ever displaying any 
petty jealousy, but, on the contrary, showing the utmost satisfaction to the 
hearing of my fucking-bouts with other women. 

Alas! Death only could part us-and death took her, leaving me alone and 
desolated, and no other woman could ever fill, in my life, the place my 
dearest friend had occupied. 

I hope I shall be forgiven for those irrelevant sad memories, but time has 
flown by, since the events that I'm relating took place, and my heart is 
heavy with sorrow. How I grieve her death! 

Let's go back to the bed where we lay screwed to each other with a device 
stronger even than a steel fastening. There was to rivet us a fleshy screw, 
blood-gorged and eager, and the powerful agent which had driven it was 
insuperable, because it was Love. 

My prudent mistress wanted to call an end to our fucking and tried to advise 
me to get some sleep so as to recuperate from my tiring amorous toils; but 
nature and my youthful ardor had spurred me fit for a whole night of 
screwing; and, feeling that I was holding a perfect position inside the 
stronghold of my opponent, I used my legs as a vice gripping her free thigh 
with all my might. When I had assured a perfect mastering of her legs, I 
lowered my hand to her crotch and began to frig the swollen button of her 
clitoris; I excited her so much that she was quite beside herself in her 
frantic squirming and wriggling to reach her final climax and to come with 
those long orgasms of hers, the intensity of which I was now fully aware of 
and as eager as her to attain. 

But she had another idea and told me, "Now darling, take it out, will you. 
There is still a position which you don't know and it will make you come 
beautifully. Open your legs so as to free my thigh." 

She turned on her side, exposing to my eyes her superb buttocks, pressing 
them against my belly and thighs. She opened the lips of her cunt with her 
fingers and put the knob of my prick in the exact center of the soft nest of 
her burning crack. You may try to fuck in every position you well fancy, it 
is still from behind that you will get the utmost pleasure, and while it is 
much more exciting to give it to a woman hind ways, moreover she feels the 
rod more fully than in any other position. We fucked with a renewed ardor 
and she upheld my assaults with a frenetic pleasure. Exhausted, we went to 
sleep and again my prick had for a cradle the soft folds of her abysmal 
grotto. 

When I woke up, about five hours later, I felt that my cock was still 
engulfed in the most delicious cunt that was ever created for the ecstatic 
rapture of fucking, and the inside walls of the voluptuous grotto were 
working around it their expert squeezing and twitching that used to make me 
horny almost without my noticing it. 

Of course, my prick took a special pride in stiffening still more when it 
found itself embedded in the soft folds and crevices of the warm love chasm. 
For my part, I kept perfectly quiet, checking the jerkings that agitated my 
rod, widening the distance between the charming body of my mistress and 
mine, so as to behold her beauties at my fancy. I looked admiringly at the 
squareness of her shoulders, at her gorgeous arms; I gazed with rapture at 
the luscious sweep of her spine, the magnificent haunches and the 
creamy-white orbs of her buttock cheeks. 

I began to rock back and forth gently, driving my rod slowly into her juicy 
cunt, until she woke up; spurred by passionate sensations my thrusting cock 
were rousing in her, she became an orgiastic fury maddened with the erotic 
ardor of her uncontrollable lust. I came as much as she did and sent into 
her a fuming jet of spunk that mingled with her own love-juice, foaming out 
of her enflamed cunt. Then, all of a sudden, she declared that I had fucked 
enough for one night and, getting up, she made me go back to my bed; where, 
though driven reluctantly, I fell in a heavy dreamless sleep. But luckily I 
did not oversleep in the morning and I was thus spared the tortures of 
renewed questioning which I could not have evaded as artfully as the day 
before. 

Several nights went by and every night bore with it its load of passionate 
pleasure, of ravenous fucking in the fierceness of those few hours of 
freedom entirely devoted to the erotic games I had so quickly learned to 
love and to master if not to perfect. 

One day, around the time of the month when the moon is full, Mrs. Barnett 
complained of a headache and told me she was not feeling very well. I was 
most anxious for her health, but she succeeded in tranquilizing me by 
explaining that it was quite natural and that she would tell me everything 
about it during the night. I had to wait long hours before the mystery was 
solved by my tactful mistress. 

Indeed that same night, she came to me and sat on my bed to tell me why she 
was suffering and the reasons of the dreadful state of her health. She told 
me that women, when they are not bearing child, have monthly periods during 
which they bleed, and far from hurting them, this periodical flow, on the 
contrary reassures and comforts them. It occurs when the moon is full or 
about the new moon, and, when they are thus bleeding, they must abstain from 
intimate relations with men. 

I had reached a desperate aching for fucking and my prick had stiffened to a 
bursting point. So, my dear and understanding mistress endeavored to relieve 
the aching tensions of my checked impulses, and taking my prick in her mouth 
she began a new exercise. Coating her finger with saliva, she drove it into 
my ass-hole and, imparting to the laborious finger a seesaw motion, she 
stroked what remained of my prick outside her mouth which all the time had 
been sucking it in the most effective manner. I ejaculated into the luscious 
expert mouth and my pleasure was most effectively increased by the 
piston-strokes of her finger into the responsive tunnel of my ass-hole; she 
swallowed the foaming syrupy sperm with gurgling sounds and sucked me to the 
last drop, and such was her eagerness to feast upon her lover's burning 
semen that she licked my throbbing prick clean and, finding it empty at last 
of the love liquor which seemed to titillate her palate better than any 
other kind of sweet beverage, she licked my balls with fierce strokes of her 
educated tongue and tried to make me come again by running her lips over the 
knob of my peter so as to excite the glans once more. 

My lovely mistress had pumped out the last drop of my cooperative prick, and 
I could not give her any more. I lay exhausted and she seized the 
opportunity when I had no more fight left in me to inform me that we should 
be deprived of our usual fucking parties for four or five days more, and to 
my eagerness these few days seemed years and I was desperate. I had noticed 
when she kissed me that her breath had a peculiar smell and I asked her what 
she had eaten for dinner. 

"Why, Georgie, what is on your mind to ask me such a question?" 

"Well, I may say that your sweet and pure breath is now different and bears 
a smell that I'm unable to identify." 

She smiled and patiently resumed her task or teaching the young brute that I 
was yet, and told me that her breath was altered because of her monthly 
period and that it went so with every woman. In fact, I had noticed quite 
the same alteration in Miss Jenny and I had thus the explanation of a 
puzzling problem. 

My mistress had turned her attention again to my sex and, cupping the balls 
with a hand, she was, with the other hand, mastering a pump-like motion on 
the whole length of my rod, baring the skin over the glans in her upward 
strokes, and pulling it back over the tender helmet; wild waves of pleasure 
irrigated my body and I sank in a semi-detached mood at the same time agent 
and spectator to my own erotic sensations. 

I kept pondering about the resources I had had a hint of in Miss Jenny. She 
had formed quite a habit of caressing me any time she could do it with 
impunity and, though she did not grow bolder and used to be quite satisfied 
with the most innocent fondling, she kissed me oftener. In fact she had 
included the kisses in the ceremony of welcoming me to the study-room, and 
dismissing me after the lessons. But the wicked little creature had devised 
a technique enabling her to kiss her male pupil inconspicuously, in that she 
kissed my sisters as well, and her tenderness was only normal regarding her 
three pupils, though I was the only one toward whom her tenderness was 
directed. 

That same day, while she had encircled my waist and was as usual pressing me 
against her, I smelled that same odor which I had noticed about Mrs. 
Barnett. Following the same pattern, she too complained of a headache and 
said she was feeling poorly. I observed that dark rings had appeared under 
her eyes and, later on, I watched Mrs. Barnett and the same dark rings 
underlined her lovely eyes. Thus was I convinced that Mrs. Barnett and Miss 
Jenny were affected by the same illness. 

The day after, mother ordered that the horses be put to the cart, and, 
indubitably aware of their ailment, proposed to Mrs. Barnett and to Miss 
Jenny to go along, adding that the open air would be good for them. They 
agreed at once: and my younger sister, eager to go for a ride, asked mother, 
"Please mother, take me along, I'll behave, I like riding so much!" 

Lilian grumbled, saying that being the older she should be the one to be 
brought for a ride, but Dorothy said she had asked first. I managed to nod 
to Lilian so as she understood that we could have fun together if left 
alone, and the dear girl nodded back and desisted quickly. I thought that at 
last the time had come when my sister's initiation could be safely 
undertaken, and rejoiced when I saw the ladies get ready for departure. 

Around eleven, the ladies climbed in the cart, and we remained a long time 
looking at the disappearing cart, until we could not see it any more. We 
came back to the parlor and Lilian threw her arms around my neck and kissed 
me wildly, saying, "Oh! Georgie, I'm so happy you nodded to me. I had not 
realized that we would be left alone for a whole afternoon. Now we are our 
own masters, you are going to tell me all the secrets you have got to 
reveal, and you will kiss my pussy like you did last time. My God, was it 
good! I could not take my ideas off it and I longed for the time when you 
would do it again." 

"Yes, darling! I'll kiss and lick your pussy, and I'll teach you many more 
things, that you have not even been able to dream about yet. But we must be 
careful and we can't play together here, because we should run the risk to 
be caught by the servants. I'll tell you what we are going to do; we will 
tell them that we want to take a long walk in the country, and we'll leave 
the house. But instead of going away, we'll cross the wood and come back to 
the summer-house. Look, I have the key that opens it. There we will be 
perfectly safe from any watching, and free at last to do anything we fancy. 
Do you like my idea, sister?" 

This summer-house was quite remote from the house, situated in a delightful 
site and erected on an artificial mount, so that from its windows, one 
commanded a magnificent view of the surrounding landscape. It must have been 
ten square feet, a sound roof covered it, and, during summer, the ladies of 
the house used to come here and work or spend leisurely hours; so that it 
was well furnished with small tables, chairs and even a sofa. I had decided 
long ago that here would take place Lilian's initiation, but I must say luck 
had served us, since I should never have imagined that such a blessed 
opportunity would be granted to us so soon. 

Since the summer-house was always kept locked so as not to be dirtied by the 
gardeners or by the servants, I had snatched the key from its hook while the 
ladies were getting ready to leave; so, after waiting long enough not to be 
suspected of mischief, we said that we would take a long walk in the country 
so as, should any visitor come to the house, the servants did not get the 
notion that we could be found in the summer-house. We walked for some time 
on the road, then entered the wood, crossed it and arrived to the back of 
the park where we entered by a little side-door. We ran up to the little 
house, came in and locked the door. I pulled the shutters down, took off my 
dress-coat and divested Lilian of her shawl, hat and dress. 

"Why do you want me to undress, Georgie? I'm not yet so hot. What is on your 
mind?" 

"First, darling, your clothes prevent me to play with your pussy and to kiss 
it easily, and moreover, I don't want to rumple them because mother would 
wonder what was the game that did soil your dress. And you don't want mother 
to know that your dear brother put his face to your little pussy, do you?" 

I did not have to add anything and she complied at once with the utmost 
complacency, going as far as taking off her petticoats and her corset, to 
be, in her own words, more at ease. So, following her example, I peeled my 
pants, explaining that it should allow her more freedom for looking at my 
little doll and playing with it. 

When we had thus completed our preparations, I pulled her on my knees, first 
pulling up her shirt and mine so that her naked buttocks were in immediate 
contact with my bare thighs. The straps of her day-shirt slipped from her 
shoulders and I busied myself with her small tits, which were blossoming and 
the ivory-white smoothness of which was relieved by the pink strawberries of 
her nipples which sprung erect under my fingers. I applied my lips to the 
delicate button of a milk-colored teat and sucked it while titillating its 
springing tip with my tongue. 

While I was tasting the savory breasts of my sister, she had raised up my 
shirt and was wondering at the big change in size and general appearance my 
peter had undergone. And, as her childish gesture had given me a powerful 
erection, she exclaimed, "Why, Georgie! How big it has become. How nice to 
bare its head by pulling the skin back; look, now I'm covering it again. Oh! 
It's real fun. Your doll is a very polite child, it takes off its hat to say 
good afternoon to Lilian.', It was a good thing she put an end to her 
innocent game, or my prick would have spurted out a gush of fuming come 
under the very nose of my little sister. 

"Now tell me the big secret. You have hinted that it was concerned with your 
doll and my pussy. What can it be about?" 

"I'm going to reveal it to you, but first of all you must promise never to 
breathe a word of it to anybody, not even to Dorothy, who is too young to 
know grown-up secrets." 

"I promise, Georgie, please, go on." 

"One day, I had entered the closet next to Mrs. Barnett's room to look for 
something when, all of a sudden, she and her husband came into the room and 
I had just enough time to hide in the closet. 

"They came in, locked the door, and Mr. Barnett pushed his wife back on the 
bed and tucked up her skirts, allowing me to watch her pussy, hairy all 
over; yours will be very soon as hairy as hers, do you know that?" 

"Why, Georgie, I had no idea real hair would grow over my pussy, I just kept 
thinking that the light fuzz which actually coats it would be the only kind 
of hair I should ever get down there." 

"Well, to go on, Mr. Barnett kneeled down, put his head between her wide 
open thighs and worked with his mouth on her pussy in the same fashion that 
I licked yours last time, do you remember?" 

"Oh! Georgie, I do remember! I told you it was so good, and I felt so 
strange after." 

"It felt so good, that's exactly what Mrs. Barnett answered her husband when 
he was through with kissing her slit. Then, an enormous prick jutted out of 
his pants, a prick much bigger than mine, and he took it with his hands and 
shoved it inside Mrs. Barnett's pussy. 

"I was very much afraid, because I feared he intended to kill her. But on 
the contrary, the huge lance entered most easily and all the while Mrs. 
Barnett was hugging him and kissing him with every possible evidence of 
pleasure. Mr. Barnett kept driving his doll forward and backward for some 
time until they stopped abruptly. Then he took it out and, shaking the 
dripping tool with one hand, he asked her if she had taken much pleasure. 

"'It was heaven!' said Mrs. Barnett, 'I'm beginning to get quite used to it, 
but do you remember how much you hurt me the first time you put it into me?' 

"After that, they got out of the room, and I left without having been 
discovered. But now I knew what was the real use of our own things, and that 
is what I'm going to teach you. We are going to reenact the scene that took 
place between them. Now lie back on the sofa, and I'll kneel down and kiss 
you like I did the other morning. You liked it, did you not?" 

"Oh! Georgie! If what you say is true, I'm sure that I'll feel the same 
pleasure that I had when you kissed my pussy. You are going to do it exactly 
in the same fashion, are not you?" 

"I'll do it in the same fashion, and many things more. Now, lie back and 
open your legs. Don't you experience a queer sensation only by opening your 
legs for me and letting me look to my content at your little pussy?" 

"Yes, Georgie, and it's strange, because I never thought about that before, 
though many were the times when I have let you look squarely at my thing." 

She reclined on her back and pulled her shirt up. My hand stole to her 
delightful belly and I began to stroke it and to rub her tantalizing mount 
of Venus. Then, I dropped to my knees and, heaving her legs, I swung them 
over my shoulders and I slipped my hands under her thighs and buttocks. I 
darted my tongue toward her tiny clitoris, which I found already erect, a 
proud pink mount inside the top of her slit. Under the intense licking of my 
agile tongue, the crimson button began to flutter, revealing an erotic 
pleasure which became quite obvious when she heaved her haunches and pressed 
her little burning cunt against my face. Impulsively she put her hands on my 
head and began to mutter tender words, a surprisingly quick achievement in 
so young a girl. 

"Oh! Georgie, darling Georgie! It feels so good...! Please, do it again ... 
Oh! I like it ... Oh!...." 

I did not really need any encouragement; I went on caressing my sister's 
cunt with my mouth, pulling at the erect clitoris with puckered lips, 
lapping at her slit with my tongue which flashed at the inner part of her 
gash, worrying the delicate skin inside the full lips, teasing the very 
center of her virgin crack and feeling in my spine waves of an exultant joy 
which echoed in the pulsating belly of my sister, and in the rippling which 
agitated the soft skin at the base of the buttocks, where they meet the 
backs of the thighs. 

Lilian was babbling now, her breath had quickened and the jerkings of her 
body were imparting to me the message of the rising erotic feelings which 
she experienced. 

"Oh! I feel strange now! Oh ... Oh! Please George, stop for a while ... I'm 
... going to ... faint ... I can't go on ... I can't have any more ... 
pleasure ... Oh! ... Oh!...." 

She jerked her thighs tautly and suddenly relaxed and she sent forth her 
first jet of come, very sticky but not very abundant. I did not fuss any 
longer with her quim but let her come back slowly to consciousness. Then, 
turning my eyes squarely to her, and smiling, I asked her if she had liked 
it. 

"Oh! Georgie, it was Heaven! But I thought I was going to die. It is 
exceedingly good, but I can hardly bear such a pleasure." 

"I know how you must have felt, but there are still more rapturous joys that 
I have got to teach you. However, I must kiss you and lick you once more, in 
the same delicious fashion, before doing to you that other thing I'm talking 
about, because the wetter will be the inside of your cunt, the easier it 
will be for me to drive my cock into it." 

"But, Georgie, you don't imagine that you will be able to shove your doll 
into my slit, especially now that it has swollen to so large a size!" 

"We will make a try, and if it hurts too much, we will give it up. But I do 
hope it will be all right, because you can't imagine the richness of the 
sensations my doll can give you if it enters your pussy." 

So I went back to the ravening delight of sucking my sister's cunt, 
concentrating all my savoir-faire on the childish crack, applying in turn my 
lips, my tongue and my teeth to stir up her erotic sensations which would 
then serve my licentious designs. It took me longer to make her come, but I 
obtained a better result and she had a juicier orgasm than previously. Her 
small cunt, now beautifully dilated, was drenched with my saliva mingled 
with her own love-liquor, and quite ready to be acquainted with my prick, 
which I took the precaution to coat with saliva from the hilt down to the 
knob, lubricating the tool that was to be driven into my sister's virgin 
cunt. Then, I stretched over her body and imparted to my peter an upward 
movement, rubbing it along the full extent of her throbbing quim, tormenting 
the little helmet at the top with the knob of my rod and pushing her lips 
with little stabs. At last, I inserted the tip of my eager lance between the 
lips of this charming little crack. I did not meet with the difficulties I 
had anticipated because my working on her cunt and her two successive 
orgasms had relaxed her muscles and the passionate ensuing excitation had 
had a very effective action on her sexual organs; anyhow, I had engaged the 
head and at least two inches of the length of my cock, and she had only 
said, "How big it feels! It seems to open my pussy." 

The newness of the obstacle, the naive words of my sister, had excited me 
tremendously and I strained my will now to stab her with a fierce thrust of 
my haunches. Then I met the absolute dam of her hymen-though I had not 
realized yet that it was the token of her virginity-her cherry-and, with a 
forceful lunge, I drove my throbbing penis into her sealed grotto. She 
screamed and said that I should have to stop because I was hurting her. But 
I was nearing my climax and I knew that I was going to succeed, so instead 
of listening to her entreaties I pushed harder, to cleave the gates of the 
sanctuary of love while she screamed with pain. No doubt that had I upheld 
my efforts I should have penetrated her with one or two furious stabbings, 
but I had not yet a perfect mastering of my reactions and I sent on her 
virgin beauties the erotic tribute of my burning spunk, and I still had not 
taken her cherry. 

There was a good side to my abrupt coming, because I shot into her a foaming 
stream of come which not only appeased the searing pain in her cunt, but 
relaxed the high-strung walls of her quim and lubricated them enough to 
alleviate my future efforts. 

For some time I remained very quiet and she was the first to talk, when the 
spasmodic twitchings of my stiffening peter had stirred in her another surge 
of passion. 

"Georgie, you told me that the final stage of what we have been doing would 
be delicious, and I'm feeling that you have been telling the truth. It does 
not hurt me any longer, please go on. You can do everything you want to do, 
it is all right with me darling." 

My prick was jutting out madly with the unconscious squeezing of the girl's 
cunt and the idea that she was right, that we were alone and that I could do 
anything I pleased with her made me homier than ever. I slipped my hand 
between her pelvis and mine and began to frig her clitoris, thus exciting 
her lascivious passion to the utmost point. 

"Oh! Georgie, push hard and put it all the way into me, I want it so much, 
I'm on fire. I don't care if it hurts, drive it in!" 

I had taken on a quick rhythm to stab her with short strokes, more to 
stimulate her sensations than to relieve mine; and since she was entirely 
unaware of what was threatening her cunt, she was spreading her thighs wide 
apart, and bucking up her haunches to meet my thrusts, thus dilating her 
vagina very effectively. 

Buckling my forces, I thrust my steel-prick fiercely in a crashing lunge and 
I felt something give way and my peter darted across a burst open ring and 
secured at least two inches more inside the soft tunnel of the 
never-before-visited vagina, thus giving it a very rousing inauguration, if 
I may say. It hurt so much that my poor little sister screamed madly and 
wriggled and squirmed so as to disengage my torturing prick from her 
pain-frenzied gash; but I had secured so firm a position inside the soft 
walls of the newly awakened quim, that but for all her jerking and twisting 
she only succeeded in allowing my prick to penetrate up to the hilt. Her 
screams and tears excited me so much that I spurted out a streaming flood of 
spunk and fell exhausted on top of her, as rigid as a corpse. But though I 
had almost lost consciousness, my prick did not surrender the fort it had 
invaded and stayed inside with such firmness that the hair on my underbelly 
got locked and entangled with the sparse curls on her pube. 

I remained prostrated for a few minutes and this relaxed interlude relieved 
most of poor Lilian's pain; the large quantity of come which I had spurted 
out into her torn crack acted like a balm and alleviated quite completely 
the sharp pangs of pain that sent their torturing waves across the burning 
wounds of the devirginized quim. Anyway, when we had recuperated enough so 
as to be able to have a quiet talk, she complained bitterly that I had given 
her agonizing pains and asked me to take my prick out of her at once. But, 
keeping my rod nicely tucked at the bottom of her tight slit, I told her 
that she would never again suffer so much and instead of hurting her, I was 
going to give her, from now on, unsurpassable pleasures and that she would 
at last know the voluptuousness of fucking and was soon to like it more than 
anything else. 

We chatted for a few minutes and I soon felt that the delightful little cunt 
was palpitating and had taken on a kind of rhythmic pumping motion which was 
deliciously squeezing my quivering penis. 

Even without any direct excitation, such as an amiable hand or a soft and 
engaging cunt, my peter was in perpetual erection, so it had all the more 
reasons to stiffen and expand inside this lovely little cunt that it had 
just been initiating to the mysteries of love; indeed, it had grown harder 
than ever, and Lilian, though she was, at first, in awe of a renewed fucking 
session, quickly experienced a passionate excitation as my prick was 
signaling inside her sensitive grotto and soon writhed her body with all the 
evident marks of a renascent desire to be fucked good and square. I did not 
budge a finger, nor for all that it was worth my big middle finger, the 
eleventh and more convincing partner as far as fucking was concerned, and 
figured that if I let Lilian reach her climax all by herself, my feelings 
would be gratified with the most erotic sensations I could hope for. 

I was right in my reckoning and Lilian seemed to take it to heart to 
demonstrate practically the rightness of my theorem. Lilian's excitement 
reached a frenzy of lust and she squirmed and twisted her body under my 
impaling lance with an eagerness of pleasure which was quite gratifying to 
the teacher. We fucked in an ecstatic forgetfulness of everything that did 
not concur to our immediate voluptuous feelings, she was no longer my sister 
and an apprentice in the love tournament, but had graduated at once and I 
was driving my cock into an orgiastic woman electrified by her frantic lust. 
She had enfolded my prick in the vise-like grip of her greedy slit and 
instinctively was rocking her haunches back and forth as artfully as Mrs. 
Barnett did though the latter had the benefit of an intensive drilling that 
Lilian was far from being able to vie with. 

But all things, even the good ones, must come to an end, and we came 
together with delighted screams and hoarse moanings of pleasure. 

After our voluptuous ecstasy, she caressed me and ran her hands everywhere 
over my body, with little exultant cries, and she confessed that she had 
been wrong, that I had not lied to her when I had told her that pleasure 
would follow pain, and that nothing could stop the delicious sensations my 
darling prick had given her. 

She said that now she would hardly say that it was too big but that it had 
exactly the right size to make her come beautifully. We lay embraced for 
some time, taking good care to keep my prick thrust deep inside her quim, 
the smallness and tightness of which excited me still more than Mrs. 
Barnett's wide one. We reciprocated, stroking and rubbing and frigging, and 
the eager peter stiffened tremendously, communicating to the dear little 
crack which answered willingly to any token of interest a new ardor, and we 
were soon in earnest to resume our fucking. 

I noticed then to my wonder that my dear little sister was endowed with a 
most particular and gratifying ability to make the walls of her cunt squeeze 
and suck a prick, in what is usually called the "nut-cracker" trick. It is a 
mighty gift which increases the man's pleasure as much as the woman's. As 
for my sister, I had no sooner driven my prick into her than I understood 
that she possessed that marvelous gift and it never failed her, during the 
long years thereafter when I went on fucking her with the wildest pleasure. 

The dear girl was beyond herself with joy because she had come so much and 
she was now sure that she would never suffer again. Oh! she rubbed me so 
gently and with so much fire that I did not have the heart to take my rod 
out and we went on caressing each other until my prick had recovered its 
former stiffness and reverted to the exalting task of fucking my sister's 
quim. Lilian twisted her haunches and rocked and jerked her buttocks, 
tightened her cunt around my throbbing peter and we came with such a 
demoniacal fury that the ensuing relaxing state was a rigid numbness somehow 
similar to death, which is often the case after a real wild and successful 
fucking. When we came back to our senses, I had to take my prick out of her 
gash, because I was crushing her body under mine. 

I have always marveled at the strength in a delicate woman's body which 
enables the frailest one to bear the much heavier weight of a man's body, 
and not only are they doing it without pain but they seem to take their 
burden with joy. I have not, to this day, been able to understand why it is 
so. But the fact cannot be denied. 

We stood up and grew alarmed on seeing that my prick was smeared with blood 
and that a mixture of spunk and red blood oozed out of her quim. We could 
not figure out the reason of her bleeding and were very much afraid. I 
pondered for some time over the puzzling situation and came to a decision 
that the red dripping was the natural result of my forcible attempts to 
pierce the dam of her closed cunt and that the pleasure she had so evidently 
experienced was the sure proof that there was nothing to be afraid of. I 
succeeded in convincing her quickly of the rightness of my reckoning and we 
endeavored to remove all the traces of our bloody fucking. Happily the sofa 
upholstery was a red material and when I had sponged with my handkerchief 
the mixture of come and blood that smeared it, there was no suspect spot to 
betray us; with the same handkerchief we wiped Lilian's cunt and we saw with 
relief that her shirt had been so carefully tucked up that no blood stained 
it. 

We had brought pastries and a small bottle of wine, so we ate and drank and 
could thus restore our forces. We started again a frigging round, she 
concentrating her efforts to seize my prick and play with it and I intensely 
concerned with a general investigation of her body which I turned around and 
placed in every position I could devise so as to have a good view of her, 
under every angle. The weather was very warm and the temperature had risen 
inside the summer-house so we decided to take off all our clothes. We were 
soon stark naked and embraced each other voluptuously. Then we concentrated 
on an extensive acquaintanceship of each other's body. 

My dear sister was promising to become a superb woman, her shoulders were 
already firm and square, her arms, though thin, were cast on a perfect 
mould, her hips were ample; as for her buttocks, they were gorgeous, firm 
and round; they were bound to blossom magnificently. I forced her to kneel 
on the sofa, to bend her neck and to open her legs; and, falling to my knees 
behind her, I sucked her cunt until she had an orgasm and spurted out a 
flood of love-juice, quite unusual in quantity in so young a girl; then, 
standing up, I pierced her with my burning prick without altering her 
position and fucked her from behind in a perfect demonstration of 
buttocks-cleaving; and she said that she was coming tremendously that way, 
much more than when we were fucking facing. 

Hours of bliss went by. I taught her to fuck when we were lying on our 
sides, because it had been so delicious a discovery doing it with my 
mistress, and I noticed that dear Lilian was a more gifted pupil than I, and 
offered evidence of greater aptitudes even than her teacher's. 

Dusk was coming, so we dressed hastily, straightened out the room, removed 
all traces of our staying in the summer-house, and went back to the house. 
On the way, we swore solemnly never to breathe a word to anybody about the 
rapturous pleasures we had discovered together and agreed that it would be 
wise not to betray our intelligence by too intimate behaviour. I urged 
Lilian strongly to take hot water and wash her cunt extensively and those 
were my very words for it may be thought that I had not lost time in 
teaching her the true erotic language, and she knew now how the sexual 
organs were to be called as well as the verb "to fuck" which expresses the 
act of generation, or better, the intimate intermixing of male and female 
sexual organs. 

Thus was spent and concluded the first voluptuous fucking lesson I gave my 
sister and it will be understood how much more piquancy was added to this 
process by the idea of our close kinship. 

In the course of my long love life I have found out that the closer we are 
related, the stronger is our excitement, because the notion of incestuous 
libidinous ties is bound to stimulate our passions to such an extent that if 
we are in the fall of our life, we are rejuvenated by the mere idea that we 
are shunning the established conventional laws. 

We had spent a long hour yet in the parlor when the ladies came back from 
their trip to the town. My dear Lilian complained of a stiffness and a sharp 
pain in her thighs. I advised her to lie for some time on the settee and to 
try to doze for a while, and for my part I fell to a slumber; we went to 
sleep together and did not wake up before the ladies' return, which was as 
noisy and fluttering as a convention of ladies can be. 

I told Lilian to hide her pain as much as possible and to say she was 
feeling unwell and would go to bed earlier; she added that our long walk in 
the country had exhausted us, because we had enjoyed it so much that we had 
exceeded by far the radius of our intended walk. 

Mother sent her and me to bed early, since she was still treating me like a 
child, and I was soundly asleep when the charming Mrs. Barnett woke me up 
with her passionate caresses. For once, I would gladly have avoided the 
usual erotic process, but is there a boy about my age whose senses would not 
be roused by the presence of a lovely woman, entirely devoted to the 
exciting process of fucking? 

And since she was not yet in a shape enabling her to fuck, she sucked me as 
usual, pumping out of my overworked prick the last drops of a white and 
sticky sperm. When she had drunk her content of my elixir, I walked 
staggeringly to my own bed and fell to a much deserved sleep. 

The three following days went by without any noticeable happening. Lilian 
stood firmly in her disguising of her true illness and suffered heroically 
for the sake of her first fucking and for all the love-bouts that were to 
come. She confessed later that she had suffered very sharp pains because her 
nerves must have been badly shaken by the suddenness of her erotic 
discoveries, and the ensuing reaction hurt her very much. It was good for 
us, too, that the occasion did not present itself to resume our fucking very 
soon, because it allowed her ample time to recuperate from the hurting 
results of her initiation to the delights of love. Every night went by and 
bore me the usual relief of my erotic excitement which my voluptuous 
mistress had undertaken to give me by way of her mouth and since she could 
not, for some time, do it with her luscious cunt. At last, her bleeding 
ceased and her periods were over, to my intense satisfaction. 

But I had to wait a whole day more before she allowed me to resume my 
orgiastic genital manipulations, because she forbade me even to come to her 
bed before she had quite recovered from her hideous monthly flow. 

She told me it was the only sensible thing to do in order to prevent a 
possible comeback of her periods, and she added that many were the times 
when they were followed by a flow of a white liquor, the acridity of which 
could injure my health. She said, too, that she loved me so much and that my 
health was so precious to her that she would never do anything liable to 
harm it. 

At that very instant I felt frustrated but I soon realized that the wisdom 
of this priceless woman was a wonderful proof of her love for me and of the 
deepness of her feeling for her young lover. 

At last, I was again allowed to share her couch and we resumed our amorous 
games with an ardor enhanced by the preceding term of necessary abstinence. 
Oh! I was as eager as she to reenact our lubric games, and our luxurious 
dispositions were gratified beyond our wildest expectations. Night after 
night we experimented with new positions so that we kept increasing our 
erotic pleasure instead of reaching satiety by the fastidious process of 
never-changing amorous practices. 

We devised an enchanting new position: she asked me to lie on my back. 
Setting herself astride my body, she straddled me by kneeling down. She was 
keeping her trunk erect or, better, reclining back slightly; she shifted her 
haunches until the knob of my rearing prick was exactly at the level of her 
gaping quim; then, grasping the throbbing lance, she guided it towards the 
gates of the sanctuary of love and lowered her body gradually on it, 
impaling herself on the stiff peter. The clustered curls of her cunt got 
entangled into my own hair; then, with a calculated slowness she heaved up 
her fanny, with the result that the hardness of my knob was slipping almost 
entirely out of the moist softness of her vagina with a wet sound, then was 
greedily gulped again by the gaping mouth of her yawning orifice. 

It was an almost perfect position, because it enabled us to contemplate 
fully the work of our genitals. At last, she was straining so much that she 
fell on top of me too exhausted to go on; I groped her buttocks and pressed 
them against my steely prick, and inserting a finger into the trail of her 
ass-hole, rammed it with a seesaw motion which sent in her wild waves of 
maddening pleasure and we quivered with spasms of voluptuousness and came in 
long and rapturous orgasms. 

It would be only fair to add that, in the course of those furious fucking 
sessions, I never abstained from making occasional incursions into the hole 
which puckers its pleated ring next to the grotto of love. 

My delightful mistress allowed me access to it quite willingly, but only 
after I had duly fucked what lay immediately in the middle of her crotch and 
when she had ascertained that I had drenched her with enough spunk so as to 
lubricate the tighter canal. 

I fancy that it will be interesting to insert now, in the course of my 
narration, a letter sent by my lovely mistress to one of her intimate 
friends, whom she had known since her school-years, and I shall take the 
liberty to make the addition of the answer she got from her friend. The 
content of those two letters was disclosed for my benefit several years 
after the time when they were written and only after I fucked the two 
charming correspondents, for we found quite a close trio; I think I can 
really consider myself, or better consider my prick as the axis around which 
had been established our friendship, and never did jealousy enter their 
charming heads. If I fucked one of these remarkable women, the other was as 
pleased as if I had visited her quim and they were as grateful for what was 
done to the other as for what was performed on their own quim. But I see 
that I'm anticipating, because the story of our three-cornered friendship is 
so amazing that it deserves a whole book, and I have set my mind that I 
shall write that book later on. 

If I'm now publishing those letters, it is because they are connected with 
the events I have been relating. They disclose with accuracy what lay in my 
mistress's mind when she was initiating her young pupil; her voluptuous 
nature will be understood better as well as the quality of her erotic 
rapture at teaching so gifted a pupil. The letter contains flattering 
notations about myself and proofs that she loved me beyond what I really 
deserved. 

Here is the first letter that this enchanting woman wrote to her friend: 

Mrs. Barnett to the Hon. Mrs. Zacharias.... 

Dear Luisa, I intend now to fulfill my promise and tell you all about my 
first married night; but, dear friend, you must be faithful, too, and write 
to me how you spent yours. Won't you? 

Do you remember how the sensual young girls that we were used to rave 
together about their first night of love? Well, as you know, I got married 
to a very congenial fellow, and, after the usual ceremony of the bridal 
lunch, we left the assistance and took the railway up to Barleys, where this 
magic night was to be spent. We were alone in our carriage, but Henri 
behaved with the utmost decency. He took me on his knees and kissed me many 
times but ever so gently and with a delicacy which filled me with gratitude. 

We came to Barleys about dinner-time and we had a nice enough meal. The 
hours between high tea and the time to go to bed stretched morosely, because 
I was as preoccupied as Henri with the coming events of that unique night. 

My husband wrote a letter to his mother telling her we had traveled safely 
and assuring her that he was immensely happy. Then he asked me, with a 
perfect poise, if I wanted to go to bed. Unable to make out if I wanted to 
submit at once to the ordeal of the initiation or if I should ask for a 
little delay, I mumbled that it was all right with me and took the candle 
out of his proffered hand. He told me that he would come shortly after and 
kissed my forehead. 

The servant took me to a nice enough bedroom for we had chosen a first-class 
hotel-heavily-curtained. I saw that it contained a large double-bed, that a 
dressing-room opened on it where I discovered all kinds of basins which I 
was not able even to guess the use of. I sat on the bed and remained 
engrossed in my thoughts for ten minutes; at last then I began to take off 
my clothes. I had already slipped my night-gown on and had not kept anything 
else save my stockings, when I heard footsteps nearing the door. My husband 
entered the room and locked the door behind him. 

Oh, dear Luisa, I felt queer all of a sudden. I was practically naked, 
because, you know that the bridal night-gowns are traditionally made of a 
very filmy material-and alone in this room with a man! And to make matters 
worse, this man was my husband and possessed every right on my body that he 
might choose to exercise. He sat in an arm-chair and pulled me to his knees. 
There was nothing else between my buttocks and his naked thighs but my light 
night-gown, because he had undressed in the next room and had only kept on 
his shirt and morning-gown the sides of which had opened on each side when 
he had sat. He glued his lips to mine and, instead of kissing me in his 
usual close-lipped fashion, he thrusted his tongue inside my palate and 
began ramming it around and worrying my tongue with the tip of his. In the 
same time, his hand had stolen to my buttocks, which first he caressed, then 
pinched between thumb and fore forefinger. You know that my haunches are 
firm and ample and he explored them with great care. 

Then, gradually, he moved his hand to my thighs, rubbing and pressing them 
so as to feel fully their shape and hardness. With a maddening slowness his 
hand crept to my belly and, suddenly, started to press my mount of Venus. 
You know how exciting those strokings are, and the preliminaries to what was 
coming after are ever very incentive, but I was so ashamed of his licentious 
tentative that I felt quite ill at ease. 

Understanding my eagerness, he tucked up my night-gown, and first put his 
hand on my thighs, then fondled my slit with the pulp of his fingers. He 
seemed delighted to find it-you used to like it too, didn't you?-covered 
with a thick bush of hair. He tangled his fingers into the curled fur, 
pulling at them to judge of their length; he seemed amazed to find my pubic 
hair so long, and his eyes began to water and his face to betray his ardent 
excitement. He said, "Open your thighs, darling." 

I obeyed unconsciously but felt a wave of pleasure overcoming me at the very 
idea that I was, for the first time, opening my crotch wide under a man's 
gaze. He inserted his forefinger into the lips of my cunt and began to frig 
my clitoris. You know, darling, Luisa, because you had so many occasions to 
convince yourself of it, what excitability it possesses and how long it can 
get when properly stroked. So you imagine how excited Henri was when he 
discovered its voluptuous responses to the quivering motions his finger was 
applying to its very tip. 

He asked me, "Do you like it, darling?" 

I confessed that I did like it, very much indeed, and my cheeks began to 
burn under his libidinous gaze. 

He thrust his finger deep into my cunt, then abruptly stood up, discarded 
his morning-gown, heaved me up in his arms, laid me across the bed and put a 
pillow under my head. He pulled my legs free of the bed and let them dangle 
by the side. He kneeled down, forced my thighs apart with his arms, pushed 
his head toward my pussy and began to lavish kisses on it; he soon did more 
than merely kissing it, he licked and sucked my clitoris that had sprung 
erect under the strokes of his tongue and was flapping wildly and throbbing 
responsively under his mouth. I felt a surge of passion radiating into all 
the nerves in my body. I burned all over and could not help wriggling my 
buttocks and my haunches convulsively. 

"Do you like it too, my love?" 

"Oh! yes, I like it very much, very much-why, I love it, please, go on!" 

I was beside myself with the excitement he had roused in me. Then, he stood 
up and took my legs under his arms, and all the time, he was caressing them 
with the palm of his hands. 

"You have got the most beautiful legs, darling!" 

I could see that something was bulging out underneath his night-shirt. He 
moved a little forwards, secured my legs tightly under his arms and I felt a 
hard and large thing push against my cunt. With the forefinger and thumb of 
his left hand he opened the lips of my quim, separated with a flapping 
sound, and with his right hand he drove home his prick which sank exactly in 
their middle. With a violent thrust of his haunches he plunged the big knob 
of his peter inside my gaping crack. You know, darling, that neither of us 
were really virgin since with the help of our respective fingers or mouths 
we had succeeded in dilating quite effectively our vaginas. We had played 
together too much at sucking or frigging each other to have an intact cherry 
left; so the access to the grotto of love was not as painful as I had 
dreaded. However, never before had my quim allowed access to a man's prick 
and my husband was endowed with an exceedingly large one. I felt a sharp 
pain and screamed, "Why, Henri, you are hurting me awfully, what are you 
doing? It's a real pain, darling, is love that painful?" 

"You want to know what I am doing, my love: I'm slipping it into your cunt, 
that's what I'm doing; be brave, darling, and you'll go wild with joy." 

A second fierce stabbing allowed the burning lance to enter halfway, and the 
last one, still fierce, made it sink at the very bottom of my vagina. I 
screamed louder and tried to get rid of the excruciating tool that was 
tearing at my vitals. 

"My goodness, sir, you are killing me. I can't bear such a painful ordeal, 
if this is love, I don't want to make love, I don't like it!" 

He did not even pay attention to my entreaties but, securing his hold on my 
leg, he began rhythmic motions which alternately rocked his haunches back 
and forth and kept pushing his enormous tool into my quim with a frantic 
furor. A sensible woman can hardly bear unresponsively the orgiastic furor 
of such a burning penetration. First of all the friction of the piston-like 
motions inside the moist walls of my cunt began to alleviate the hurtful 
thrusts, and succeeded in rousing in my inner cavity the riotous sensations 
of my rising lubricity. I felt gradually a ravishing pleasure and I could 
not help bucking up my buttocks to meet the violence of its rhythmic 
stabbings. 

"You see, angel, you are beginning to like it, and your rocking is very 
effective. Now you see that I was right when I told you that your actual 
pain would soon be followed by a heavenly pleasure! Aren't you delightfully 
happy now?" 

"Oh! yes, I'm happy! But what I feel is so strange, I really ... don't ... 
know ... what it ... is...." 

He had quickened his strokes and was rousing in me a turmoil of unbridled 
passionate sensations; I was flinging my haunches up madly to meet each 
surging drive of his flesh and I was feeling very queer when all of a sudden 
he inhaled deeply and stopped his seesaw motions. His tool stiffened and 
swelled still more and a torrent of hot liquor spurted out of it and filled 
my womb. 

My dear Luisa, you have now heard the faithful recording of my first 
experience of a man's ability to make a woman come, and I have not spared 
you the smallest detail. I'll tell you now how we concluded the bridal 
initiation. 

My husband slipped his huge prick out of my quim (he told me later that he 
has a much larger peter than most men) and let my legs loose. He pressed his 
body against mine and kissed me passionately, telling me I had been very 
brave and that, in the future, I should never suffer again, not even 
slightly, and he added that his first impression was that I was endowed with 
passionate dispositions and that he could promise me that it would enable me 
to reach the peak of voluptuousness when making love with him. That is how, 
dear Luisa, I learned that I was more gifted than most women, while my lucky 
star had seen that I married a similarly gifted husband, so it could be said 
that his dispositions were jutting outside while mine were more hidden but 
equally interesting. 

He fondled me for some time, getting first hand information about the 
geography of my body and taking great pains not to leave unexplored the 
smallest piece of skin. Then he stood up, helped me to take off my stockings 
and put me to bed baby fashion after he slipped himself under the bedsheets 
by my side. 

As he was pulling up the bedcovers so as to lie by me, he said that he 
wanted to kiss the dear little hairy thing which had given him so much 
pleasure. He started kissing it with puckered lips and played with it, 
marveling at the thick fur which covers my mount of Venus and feeding his 
gazes on my belly, the whiteness and beauty of which he praised warmly; 
then, he bared my breasts, admired their erect proudness; he cupped his 
hands around them and sucked the upright nipples and worried them with his 
tongue. Of course, the whole process was beginning to excite me, and for his 
part, his tool had recovered fully the stiffness it had experienced a short 
while before and was jutting out spasmodically. Seeing that I was eyeing the 
lively instrument with a mixture of shyness and amorous hunger, he took my 
hand and lowered it to his prick, demonstrating extensively the maneuver, 
which filled me with wonder, of covering and uncovering the big helmet with 
the skin which now stretched like the finger of a glove and now rippled with 
tiny folds like a rumpled piece of light silky material; at last he could 
not resist any longer and he secured a snug position between my thighs and 
drove his prick into that same sensitive spot which had made me come so 
beautifully. Of course it still hurt a little bit and my insides burned with 
a scorching pain but they had been duly oiled by the sperm and his 
penetrating lance sheathed itself inside my cunt with a forcible shoving. I 
may say that the operation was concluded with as much ease as if I had been 
wholly accustomed to have my intimate parts visited by a friendly oversized 
cock. His balls slapped against my fanny and our hairy bushes got entangled 
to further their acquaintanceship. My husband paused and told me, "Now, 
darling, we are going to do it slowly, and in a more elaborate way so that 
my darling wife can explore the whole scale of pleasures of fucking, for 
that is the word which applies to what we have been doing together; so I am 
going to drive it into you gently at first until you get excited and you 
reveal that it is time to go at it quicker to make you reach your climax." 

No sooner said than done, and he succeeded in rousing in me the most 
lascivious sensations, which in turn agitated my body with spasmodic 
jerkings which greatly increased his own excitement. My body writhed and 
squirmed under his piercing bludgeon and in an ecstatic forgetfulness I 
clasped him in my arms and pressed him against my belly and breasts. 

He cried with delight: 

"You are an angel! No doubt your body was designed especially for fucking. 
Lock your legs around my waist will you-all right, you are doing fine-and 
brace up; now I'll quicken my rhythm and we will fuck for our life. You will 
die of happiness! I want to make you come beyond your wildest expectation." 

Honestly, Luisa, I am at a loss for words to describe the violence of the 
voluptuous sensations he communicated to my cunt; he precipitated his 
assaults with shortest and quickest jabs at my gaping gash and I had 
achieved a cadence which met his frenzied thrustings with the quivering 
barrier of my bucking buttocks. Suddenly I arched my back, he froze into 
rigidity and we attained the peak of our lascivious rapture at the same 
instant. He fell back over my body, exhausted, and sent a fuming jet of 
burning come inside the taut walls of my cunt which palpitated under the 
drenching seminal shower which did not cease for a few seconds. I was 
pressing my husband against me and moaning tender and grateful words. My 
dear husband was entranced and kept kissing and stroking me in the sweetest 
way, whispering in my ear that never before had he known so voluptuous an 
exaltation and that there was no expert lover with knowledge surpassing my 
inborn science, and that I was so gifted by nature that I had been able to 
give him as much pleasure as if I had been already married a whole month. 
And he added humbly that he hoped I had come as splendidly as he had because 
the excessively lascivious sensations I had roused in him had prevented him 
from concentrating fully on his intended task of making me come gradually 
and extensively. 

We were locked in the warmest embrace; he Kept applying his tongue to the 
very tip of my nipple, suddenly nibbling the taut tit; he chewed my lips and 
nuzzled under my armpits and unconsciously I was seized with a new amorous 
ardor and quivered with desire. 

My husband told me, "You know, darling, I am aware that you are willing to 
have my prick work again in your cunt. I will shortly be in battery; be 
patient, it is recuperating from the frantic tugging your devilish little 
slit has exerted on it." 

And so it went. I felt the dear cock swell gradually inside the tightened 
walls of my shuddering crack and I could not help squeeze it with convulsive 
jerks, though I was most ashamed because my husband had noticed it. 

"Don't be afraid, my love, to display your passionate sensations. On the 
contrary, you must yield yourself to their impetuous movements, and by 
letting your voluptuous impulses carry you, you will increase my pleasure as 
much as yours. I intend to initiate you to all and every secret mystery of 
Venus, and I want my beloved wife to become one of her fervent worshippers. 
I shall not spare my pains to teach you all the tricks of perfect fucking 
and I dare say I shall be rewarded when the pupil becomes a master." 

I had by now lost all restraint and worked myself frantically over his 
foaming flag-pole. My loins were aflame and the speeding up of his strokes 
was sending rhythmic thrills in my arched spine. Suddenly my cunt seemed to 
open still more its gaping furnace and I answered my husband's ecstatic 
paroxysm by a juicy volley of foaming love-liquor. Henri took his prick out 
of my cunt and I dare say the greedy little pussy would have gladly welcomed 
another round of that delicious wrestling against the buttress-style 
thrustings of the iron-hard invading prick. But my husband rolled on his 
back; and, enfolding me in his arms, he went to sleep. I was too excited to 
go to sleep, and I lay awake most of the night, binning all over with 
feverish agitation. 

The morning came and I was still twisting and squirming, unable to relax 
enough so as to get some rest. I had struggled so much in my insomniac 
struggle that the blankets had fallen to the ground and there was only a 
thin bed-sheet left on our bodies. Turning toward my husband, I saw that the 
linen was bulging out around the middle of his body. Though I knew that it 
was his cock, I felt an unchecked curiosity and wondered if I could take a 
look at it; my husband was soundly asleep so, I pulled the bed-sheet, taking 
great care not to wake him up, and I beheld the dear tool that had hurt me 
so much-to give me later so voluptuous sensations. 

You do remember, Luisa, how eager we used to be to see a man's prick, during 
our school-years, and how often, when confronted with a little boy's thing, 
we discussed about its future shape and size. Well, my dear, the opportunity 
was now presenting itself for me to look at my fancy at that thing which 
used to rouse our interest so much. I could not prevent the corner of the 
bed-sheet to touch slightly the rearing red knob in passing, and the dear 
little devil quivered and palpitated like a frightened rodent. I was afraid 
Henri would wake up, but happily he did not, and I waited until his peaceful 
breath had quite convinced me that he was asleep. Slowly, with infinite 
care, I raised my body and for a few minutes I remained seated beside him, 
beholding the dear cock which I had so much longed to see and to put my 
hands on: the proud rearing prick was as firm as a stone pillar, and leaning 
slightly toward his belly. It was quite a shock when I discovered that close 
to its base swelled a kind of large purse, inside which two big balls were 
delineating two protruding hemispheres; a thick bush of dark clustered hair 
covered it and most of his belly. 

Unable to check my impulse, I bent my head and puckered my lips in a 
mock-kiss, but I only brushed it with my lips. I don't know if the devilish 
prick felt my hot breath, but it shuddered with a startling responsiveness. 
Why, the size of my husband's peter was enormous, and it puzzled me more 
when I thought back that he had driven the whole length of it inside me; my 
husband's was no undersized cock, believe me! I was quite convinced that my 
hand would not be large enough to encircle it fully, and felt an urge to 
experiment it but I was afraid to wake Henri. What would he say if waked up 
in such a familiar fashion. The mere idea of being caught taking 
measurements of his prick made my cheeks burn. But I was already so excited 
by the sensitive behaviour of the nervous little fellow that I could not 
check any more my impulse to get first-hand information about that 
sky-pointing peter. 

So I reclined back and lowered my body to be at the level of my husband's 
pelvis. Quietly I reached my arm over him and brushed the erect cock with 
the pulp of my fingers, and the amiable tool quivered and jumped under my 
inquisitive hand. Henri was still soundly asleep. This time I gripped the 
palpitating tool and tried to close my hand around it, but there was not any 
hope that I could ever succeed. I could close my fingers immediately under 
the knob, but it was impossible to do so around its base. As to the length, 
I figured that it would take three times my hand to cover it from the hilt 
to the knob which by now offered its uncovered glans, which was very red. I 
was breathless with excitement and lost my control. I bowed my head and 
kissed the crimson helmet, then I must have opened my lips unconsciously 
because all of a sudden the darting tool was inside my mouth and pressing 
his head against my palate. 

To further my embarrassment, I heard my husband talking to me. He was 
saying, "Oh! My beloved, it is darling of you to wake me up in so voluptuous 
a way. Go on, my lamb, you can chew on it, I have got a sturdy one. Go on, 
dearie!" 

I was horrified to have been caught in such an occupation, and turning 
crimson, I buried my head against my husband's breast. 

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, my darling, my prick belongs to you as 
much as to me. So you have got every right to look at it, and to kiss it and 
to stroke it. Come on, don't be ashamed. Did not you like it?" 

But I could not be soothed by his tender words and hid my face away from 
him. He tried to pull my chin up but I freed myself and turned my back on 
him. He clasped me against his belly by encircling my waist with his arm 
and, before I could realize what it was all about, he pushed his hand 
between my thighs, guided his huge prick into the lips of my cunt and with a 
powerful lunge shoved it in me all the way and I felt it had entered much 
deeper than the evening before. I must confess that my complacent playing 
with his prick had excited me tremendously and I had felt that my cunt was 
drenched with ante-come, but I was utterly astonished because I had never 
thought it possible to fuck in a face-forward position. The demonstration of 
the validity of the experimentation filled me with lubric ecstasy because I 
was in a better position to squeeze it with the tightening of my quim, and 
Henri had started to frig my clitoris, which is really the most excitable 
part of a woman's crack. He fucked me so successfully that I had several 
orgasms and my love-juice flowed all over him before he had reached his 
climax. So my husband went on with the piston-action of his steel-prick all 
the time rubbing and stroking the erect head of my burning clitoris and made 
me come several times before the final spasm of pleasure which we attained 
together in a mad frenzy of lascivious exaltation. We were in an ecstasy of 
ardent lust. 

My husband said that never had he felt so acute a pleasure in the 
"nut-cracker" tricks my cunt had performed, and he added that he had never 
met a more responsive clitoris than mine. You must remember, Luisa, how the 
little mount, when excited, would swell and stiffen and could protrude to 
the length of an inch. And when I was playing the part of the husband by 
laying on your belly and rubbing my cunt against yours, you used to say that 
when I inserted it between the lips of your crack and rubbed it against 
yours, you were coming as splendidly as me. Since that first night of love, 
many were the times when my husband kissed my clitoris and sucked it and he 
is firm in his belief that it is one of the biggest. 

Actually, my husband could not take his prick out of my cunt, and he 
explained to me that I had tightened my cunt so strongly around his peter 
that no matter how willing he may have been, the extraction could not be 
completed. And truly, my cunt was squeezing it in spite of myself and I 
could have been murdered on the spot rather than let the dear tool go out. 

My husband was mad with happiness. He managed to turn me around slightly and 
kissed me and caressed me with a passionate ardor. He shoved his tongue into 
my mouth and sucked my taut nipples while he kept tickling and frigging my 
clitoris. Soon I felt his prick swell and stiffen inside me and he started 
again his thrustings back and forth. We fucked and fucked wildly and I am 
sure that I had two orgasms before joining him in the final stage of our 
lascivious pleasure. He came with a scream so piercing that I'm afraid it 
was perceived by the servants which had been up yet for a long time. We 
remained hugging each other for half an hour, drenched with sperm and 
ecstatic with erotic pleasure. 

Then my husband told me he was ravenously hungry. He got up and dressed 
quickly. He told me that I was to stay in bed and that he would get my 
breakfast and bring it to me himself. While waiting for it, he added, he 
would ask that hot water be brought to me so that I could wash. I was deeply 
grateful for his delicacy and loved him more yet if possible for the 
gentleness of his attitude. 

It was a good thing the water was soon taken to me and I felt refreshed 
after washing. I went back to bed but my body was stiff and every gesture 
was a pain. 

My darling husband brought the breakfast tray himself and told me I should 
restore my forces. I understood later that he had advised me wisely because 
he fucked me three times during the day, each time giving me a more 
elaborate and more intense erotic pleasure. Shall I add that the following 
night found him as vigorous as ever and ready to fuck me with a renewed 
ardor. 

We spent three weeks at Barleys and he never fucked me less than four times 
every night, and he declared that I had perfected my style and had become 
exceedingly skilled in the exercising of my erotic inclinations. 

Mrs. Barry, an old friend of Henri, had asked us to come and spend a few 
days in her company, because she lives in the country and thought we would 
enjoy a short stay in the beautiful district where she has established her 
residence. So we left Barleys and came to her place, which is the most 
charming country house and surrounded by a delightful wooded park. I'm 
writing to you from this place, which I like very much indeed. We had no 
sooner arrived than Henri was called back to the town for some urgent 
business dealings and he left me here, for at least a whole month. You are 
going to pity me because you think that my passionate dispositions were to 
encounter a cruel depriving of their erotic fulfillment, are not you? Well, 
do you remember George Barry? You must think that he is a mere child, but 
you are entirely in the wrong, dear Luisa. One afternoon, Henri had followed 
me in our bedroom and, as usual, sucked me and fucked me on the edge of the 
bed. I was ready to leave the room after we had performed our intimate game 
when, opening the door of a closet I found no other than Master George, 
hidden among my dresses. I understood at once. 

Of course, the boy had watched the whole performance. I talked to him most 
tenderly and he promised he would not tell anybody. To secure his 
discretion, I resolved that he would get rid of his virginity with me. A few 
days later, my husband left the house and Mrs. Barry went with him, taking 
with her the governess and the two younger sisters, leaving George to keep 
me company. We went together to the drawing-room and I chose deliberately to 
sit on a low chair and to cross my legs high enough so as to let him see my 
legs up to the garters and a little piece of flesh above them. I was not 
disappointed with George. I saw him look eagerly to the pink flesh, he got 
very red in the face and his prick quivered visibly inside his pants. I had 
quickly unbuttoned his fly and, you must believe me, dear Luisa, a man's 
prick jutted out, though he is no more than fifteen. Luisa, that child's 
prick is nearly as big as Henri's! Don't you think I was lucky? I tucked up 
my skirts, and the gallant little boy, falling on his knees, began to kiss 
and suck my cunt. I had to reward him and I had him lie on his back, and sat 
astride his face. I took his cock in my mouth and lowered my quim to his 
lips and we began to suck and pull and nibble at the delicious dish that was 
offered to us. We came in the same moment, and we had the juiciest orgasms. 
Nothing was lost of the precious seminal liquor for we drank as much as 
possible of the life-giving elixir. 

Everybody here treats him like a child, and it was easy to obtain that my 
Georgie's little bed be brought in the room adjoining mine. You will have 
guessed of course that his new room opened on mine by a door which is 
usually kept locked, and that we were both quite willing to unlock it. They 
sent him to bed early but, when I came up to my room he was wide awake and 
waiting for me. And, dear Luisa, I have had the delicious privilege of 
initiating him to the voluptuous art of fucking. If you want to know such a 
delicate experience, find yourself a sturdy little boy who has never 
approached a woman. My lucky star had led toward me a tremendously gifted 
child who could hardly be bested as to his aptitudes, his eagerness and the 
size of his peter. I initiated him to several tricks in the art of fucking 
before we went to sleep. I must now narrate you an episode which will 
interest you. 

Toward morning, I was dreaming of Henri when I thought I perceived that 
something was piercing me. I was half-asleep and did not realize what was 
taking place, but little by little I came to the absolute certainty that he 
was slipping it into me and not by the accustomed path. Of course Henri had 
formed quite a habit, lastly, to plunge his cock into my ass-hole, and he 
had told me that all husbands did, so I had never objected. At first I 
imagined it was Henri who was penetrating me and eager to cooperate I 
wriggled my buttocks so as to facilitate the forceful insertion, and to say 
the truth I began to feel it and to get excited; but, waking up at last, I 
realized suddenly that Henri was away and that Master Georgie was my bed 
partner. The audacity of the young brat stupefied me but his fierce thrusts 
were too good to put an end to his lascivious enterprise. He asserted that 
he had been quite innocent, and that he thought he was visiting the grotto 
which had given him so much pleasure the night before. I don't think he was 
lying, because though he is frightfully gifted for love, he is yet very 
naive and he would never have dreamed to enter such a small hole. I let him 
go on and, what with his oversized prick nicely tucked at the bottom of my 
bottom and two fingers concentrating on my clitoris, he frigged and fucked 
me in the most lascivious embrace, until we were shaken by the spasms of 
final pleasure. My dear Luisa, if you have not yet tried this narrow path, I 
warmly recommend that you do it at once, but you must first be extensively 
fucked, to excite your sensations in that area, and your lover must be able 
to frig you expertly while he pushes his peter inside your ass-hole. Should 
your partner fail to stroke your clitoris with the necessary persuasion, you 
can always rub yourself. I did it myself for some time with George until I 
had taught him how to frig a clitoris successfully. Of course, you feel it 
better when it is done by a male hand but your own hand is a good 
substitute. 

I'll give you an example of the precocious aptitudes of the dear little boy. 
One day I straddled him and impaled myself on his prick by lowering 
progressively my buttocks until they slapped against his thighs, and was 
seated prone so as to watch best the delicious working in and out of his 
cock-and if you never did it with your husband, I do recommend that you try 
this position at once. At last, overcome by the voluptuousness of his 
lascivious strokes, I reclined on his breast. He was pressing my buttocks 
with one hand and, with the other, was squeezing the nearest buttock cheek; 
he had introduced his middle finger in my ass-hole and was driving it in and 
out rhythmically, thus increasing pleasurably our erotic excitement. 

Well, what do you think about this inexperienced lad? And I must add that he 
manages to keep the most natural poise, and never betrays anything of our 
secret affair. You may imagine that he was exhausted by his first night of 
love, and he overslept in the morning. My dear Luisa, you should have seen 
the proud little boy tell everybody about an imaginary nightmare, complain 
of the bad sleep he had had and ask me with a devilish assurance if he had 
not awakened me up with his screams! That beat all, and I was as proud as 
proud can be of my youthful fucker. He surpasses my husband, though I dare 
say that Henri is a master. And you will agree with me when I have added 
that his youth and the idea that I was the first to teach him the art of 
fucking add piquancy to the conduct of the intrigue. Alas, my husband will 
soon be back and our magnificent erotic nights will be over. Think of me, 
dear Luisa, because I shall miss very much my child-fucker. 

Now, you must answer me soon, and especially you must be frank and tell me 
everything about your honeymoon. Honestly, I kept back many things about 
mine and my letter is still a very long one. I hope that for your part, the 
discovery of the lascivious power with which is endowed a prick was as 
wonderful as mine. Write me freely, Luisa, and don't keep back anything, 
because everything can and must be said between the faithful and lascivious 
friends that we have been for so long. 

Yours very affectionately, A. Barnett. 

That is the exact transcription of the letter that my beloved mistress 
wrote, about that time, to her school-friend. Really, their mutual fondness 
had led them to more serious dealings than the usual sucking and frigging of 
school-days, for it had driven them to the peak of passionate sensations, 
enabling them, when the time had come, to fuck with a perfect lascivious 
science. I think I have already readied how, about two years later, I was 
heavenly happy when I had the opportunity to make love to both, and far from 
being jealous of each other they were eager to share their lover and the 
three of us made frequent orgies to the utmost voluptuous satisfaction of 
each and all. It will be noted in Mrs. Zacharias' answering letter that the 
dear creature had foreseen the heavenly pleasures which effectively came 
later on and lasted for long years. Here is Mrs. Zacharias' letter: 

The Hon. Mrs. Zacharias to Mrs. Barnett How shall I ever thank you, my dear 
Agnes, for your charming letter? I read and reread it at least twelve times, 
I put it in my bosom and I have formed quite a habit of taking it out to 
enjoy again the luscious details it contains. You think it was too long a 
letter? Why, you should have written fifty pages. You are a born writer, 
believe me, dear Agnes. Never in my life did I read so exquisite a 
description of amorous and lubric frolics as yours. How happy I was to learn 
that you had been lucky enough to initiate a boy as wonderful as George 
Barry! Why, he is endowed with the qualities of a mature man along with the 
charms of extreme youth. That boy will become a paragon of manhood! Oh, how 
I long for a similar experience! 

And can that boy be said lucky who fell into the hands of so lovely a 
teacher! Why, Agnes, I was your pupil once, and you taught me everything 
that can be done to find voluptuousness in our own sex! 

Don't you remember that once, when we were wondering lasciviously what was 
the shape of a man's genitals, we swore that if one of us had a lover, the 
other would make love with him too? The description you have achieved of 
George Barry brought to me the memory of our promise. I am confident that my 
dear Agnes will be quite willing to share her lover with me. Think how 
easily we can arrange our meetings with him, while our husbands will think 
that we are only entertaining each other. Of course I do want very much that 
the three of us fuck together because it can increase our lubricity 
considerably to form a fucking trio. Maybe I am anticipating wildly, but I 
am deeply convinced that we will enact the most lascivious scenes with a boy 
gifted with such a powerful sexual apparatus. 

The description of my honeymoon is not, by far, as exciting as yours. My 
wedding, which took place two days after yours, was very conventional. My 
husband seemed to be very fond of me but not superlatively amorous. On the 
evening of the wedding I was in the same febrile mood as you have been, and 
almost wild with expectancy, while my husband, out of tact and natural 
delicacy remained away from the bridal suite for a very long time; so the 
curious and eager bride went to bed alone and even waited long for the shy 
groom to come help her to lose her cherry. 

When he entered the bedroom, he had, like your husband, already donned his 
morning-gown, but he switched the light out at once and groped to the bed 
where I lay breathless, waiting for him. He stretched his body by my side 
and embraced me tenderly; then he proceeded with the ceremony of kissing and 
caressing the bride, telling me that he loved me, and so on. But he was very 
long before taking any license with my palpitating body. I suppose he 
thought it necessary to secure my confidence and to quiet my fears by a 
delicate handling of that equivocal situation. Indeed he would better have 
dispensed with that irritating ceremonial, for I was really in earnest to 
get acquainted with the ravisher of my virginal treasury, though somehow 
awed by the deflowering process. However my husband crept little by little 
to the assault of my burning nest and, assuring me that there was nothing to 
be afraid of, he got on top of me and satisfied his lust. 

I did not suffer very much-much less than I feared, and certainly less than 
you did. I thought it advisable to mimic real pain. Toward the completing of 
this unexciting initiatory fucking I felt some pleasure but so faintly that 
it is not worth while mentioning it. I owe it to the truth that my husband 
is far from being endowed with a fucking apparatus as impressing as your 
husband's or George's; and he had got so weak a disposition that he fucked 
me only once, though I would gladly have welcomed a second and even a third 
helping; he may have checked himself in order to give me a good opinion of 
his delicacy; anyway he took me in his arms and we chatted for a while, then 
went to sleep. 

In the morning, he fucked me again, this time giving me a more precise hint 
of what voluptuous pleasure could be, but in the whole I have been very 
disappointed with my first married night. It had not been, by far, the 
enchanting ordeal that you and I, dear Agnes, had anticipated so many times. 

Since that time, my husband has formed quite a habit to fuck me nice every 
night, and he succeeds in exciting me a little more effectively; truly he 
usually makes me come twice when he does only once, the first time by 
stroking my intimate parts and frigging my clitoris, so that generally I 
have lubricated with my own spunk the canal into which he is going to slip 
his medium-size cock. I know he likes rubbing me as much as I appreciate it, 
and it is a good thing because should I come but once, I should feel in the 
most dreadful and unbearable unsatisfied excitement. My husband has never 
disclosed an intensive desire to experiment with those more lascivious and 
lubric caresses which you have been lucky enough to be initiated to by 
Henri. He seems very fond of me and eager to please me, but he is not a very 
imaginative man. 

Now you will surely remember that I used to be fairly good in Italian. Well, 
since my husband speaks it fluently and we intend to winter in Roma, he 
asked me if I wanted to take lessons so as to perfect my knowledge of that 
language. He wanted to know if my school-teacher had the requested aptitudes 
to drill me in Italian, but I succeeded in convincing him that the dear lady 
was too old-fashioned and could not do. 

You recall, too, that our first teacher had been Count Vasari, a handsome 
and bold man, and we had planned to make love with him. The two of us had 
quite perfected the preliminaries to that intrigue when the dear count was 
vamped by that horrible Miss Carson, with whom he must have run the whole 
scale of erotic pleasures. Of course, he was discharged and replaced by the 
old lady and we grieved together. Well, I was stricken by a wonderful idea, 
and I told my husband that the head-mistress used to ask for teachers at the 
Luciano agency and that he should write or pay a visit to it. 

One evening we were chatting by the fire when my husband informed me that 
the Luciano agency where he had called had warmly recommended a gentleman, 
who used to teach in the best circles, and that the said Count Vasari would 
be my Italian teacher. Of course I was utterly astonished, though it was the 
most pleasurable announcement and I got very red in the cheeks but the faint 
glimmer of the fireplace did not allow my husband to see my flushed face. He 
said that the count would teach me and that he was very satisfied with this 
arrangement. 

I was beside myself with joy, and I could not think of anything else during 
the whole night. I was most anxious that my husband ignore our previous 
acquaintanceship. I may confess to you that I fancied at once that we would 
further our thwarted intrigue, and that the occasion was offered to me to 
receive the services of a reliable lover. I did not know yet how I should 
complete my scheme but luck serves always those who err, and it was most 
propitiatory to my designs. 

My husband intended to welcome the count himself but he received a letter in 
the morning requesting that he attend to a business dealing that was to take 
place in the City. He asked me to receive the count and to make arrangements 
as to the hours of the lessons, the fees, and so on, adding that the more 
lessons I took the quicker I should be able to talk Italian fluently. 

His departure relieved me of my anxieties, but there was the servants to be 
attended to, because I had resolved to do everything in my power to prevent 
those nosy witnesses of our everyday life to watch our first meeting. There 
was a small room opening only on the drawing room that my husband had had 
furnished for me to use as a boudoir, and he advised me to use it as the 
study-room. 

So, I went into that room and waited for Count Vasari while scribbling a few 
notes. When he entered the room, I remained seated with my back to the door, 
apparently busy with my mail, as if I had not noticed his coming, until I 
heard him close the door of the drawing room. Then I rose from my seat, 
turned around and gave him my hand with an enchanting smile. He looked 
startled but, with very much self-control, he kissed my hand with the utmost 
gallantry. 

I told him; "I hope you are not too much disappointed with your prospective 
pupil, are you?" 

"Why, disappointed, indeed! I did not know you under your married name, but 
I am ever so happy to resume an acquaintanceship which once promised to turn 
very charmingly successful!" 

"My dear count, you must not go further ... I am a married woman by now and 
we must be very cautious. I shall not deny that I am most pleased to meet 
you again, but I have got to act with a great prudence. Won't you sit down 
by me? Now, you have got to behave!" 

"To behave! When I am next to a woman I loved so sincerely, and in whom 
rested my most ardent hopes! Why, Mrs. Zacharias, you are not going to treat 
me as a mere teacher? I shall be so unhappy if you do so! How can I refrain 
from admiring the woman whom I was so fond of, from whom I expected so much 
happiness?" 

And, so saying, he took my hand and circled my waist with the other arm, 
pulled me against him and pressed his lips on mine. I confess that I 
responded heartily to his kiss. You do remember, Agnes, what a handsome man 
the count is, and how caressing and enticing his eyes? Well, dearie, I was 
so excited that I hardly noticed that he had slipped a hand under my skirts, 
and he had already seized my bush and was pressing it and tugging at the 
hair on it. We were perfectly safe from any intrusion for at least a whole 
hour, my body quivered and burned with excitement; my cunt was moistening 
with expectation, and I gave myself up entirely to the count's desires. 

Immediately the count fell to his knees in front of the low chair I was 
seated upon. He had tucked up my skirts and I felt an exceedingly hard and 
long prick lunge at my cunt and begin a rhythmic driving in and out of my 
moist quim. In fact he stormed the fort (though it can be said that I did 
not offer much resistance) and had secured his position inside it before I 
was even aware that I had been assaulted; so I was hastily fucked and the 
quickness of the attack did not appease the fire it had roused in my 
insides. He has explained to me later that he wanted first to possess me so 
as to be sure that I would not reject him thereafter. During this first hour 
devoted to my Italian lesson I may say that not a word passed between us 
regarding the object of his coming to my house. He fucked me again, and this 
time so slowly that he made me come wildly. 

In fact, it was the first time that I was really coming, and it fitted 
perfectly the representation we had formed together, my dear Agnes, of the 
entrancing excitement of successful fucking. We laid plans together as to 
the future arrangements necessary to further our intrigue successfully; and, 
once again, he fucked me, but this time, he was seated on a chair and made 
me straddle him, with my thighs wide apart, and lowered my fanny over his 
rearing prick. 

I had already experimented this position with my husband, when he was lying 
on his back, but this new trick was far more exciting because you can better 
rock your haunches up and down when standing on your feet than when 
kneeling, and the face of the man is nearer yours and you can embrace him 
quite effectively. Anyhow, I declare that the two positions have advantages 
and I was mighty glad to know the second one. I noticed that several times, 
the count had taken his peter out and had made as if to enter the puckered 
ass-hole which you described with so much humor. I thought it was sheer 
clumsiness, and every time I was taking it back to its former destination, 
all the while teasing him about his wrong aiming. But now that I have read 
your delirious account, I am inclined to think that he was not awkward but 
that he wanted really to drive into it, but was ashamed to tell me so. 

Of course, our furtive amorous embraces in my home could not satisfy us very 
long, so the count has rented a flat and I have devised a perfect plan to go 
and meet him down there. I drive to a general store with the cart, and, 
leaving the coachman wait for me in front of the main entrance, I go out by 
a side-door, rush to meet my dear lover in his flat, and come back to the 
store by the same door. Then I can go out and go back home as if I had spent 
long hours shopping and chatting with the counter clerks. 

Since I have received your delicious letter which set fire to my 
imagination-we have been lucky enough to meet together three times, and I 
could at last enjoy the voluptuousness of having the hole next to the 
legitimate grotto of Venus visited by a very stiff rod, which appeared as 
pleased as the said hole of this side-tracking. I'll tell you how it 
happened. The count had already fucked me twice when I turned my back 
towards him as if I wanted to be fucked in this position and we used to do 
it that way many times-but I managed to offer to his throbbing prick the 
dark pleated ring instead of the open gash of my cunt. I don't know if he 
guessed what were my desires, but he explored the ground with a finger and 
suddenly aimed his stiff rod and drove it savagely about halfway into the 
still virginal canal. It hurt so much that I quivered with pain and moaned 
loudly but I could not eject the burning piston because he had gripped my 
waist tightly into his locked arms, so he thrust it forth with a fierce 
bucking of his haunches and engulfed it all the way in the dry canal, 
searing the hot walls like a hot iron rod shoved into the softness of a much 
too narrow tender tunnel of flesh. His balls slapped my fanny and I screamed 
with pain. I asked him to take out the torturing tool but he told me, "I am 
going to lie still for some time and you will see that it will not hurt you 
any more, but you will feel a lascivious delight." 

I believed him, and indeed, after a little time, I was not suffering any 
more; he slipped his hand under my belly and frigged my clitoris, and, 
seeing that I was beginning to rock my haunches to increase my sensations, 
he began a pumping motion in and out, slowly and gently. I soon felt a queer 
pleasure and the voluptuous thrill increased so much that I almost fainted 
when I had a delirious orgasm. Since that first initiation, many were the 
times when we turned to the pleasure of fucking this tight hole; but I quite 
agree with you, it is necessary to fuck extensively the grotto of Venus 
before visiting this more secret and responsive canal. 

The count is not endowed with a prick as Henri's, if judged by the 
description you give of it in your letter, and its knob must be smaller, but 
its base is very wide and it can swell to the consistency of iron and 
stiffen to a bursting point. I am at a loss for words to describe to you the 
lascivious pleasure he made me feel. The best is that you fuck with him 
since there can be no jealousy between you and me. I shall endeavor to vamp 
your husband so that he will let us go astray understandingly. I can't 
really offer you my husband since there is nothing in him that could gratify 
your passionate feelings. I have to tell you, moreover, that my husband has 
taken a real liking to the count, and that he has lunch with us very often. 

When we are alone, we talk very often about my dear Agnes. I have told him 
everything about you. I have narrated your marriage and let him hope for 
your coming to London. His eyes shined when I said that he would get quickly 
acquainted again with you, but I did not disclose the contents of your 
letters, neither did I reveal your intrigue with George. It will be best to 
let him know everything about it when you are in London. 

Well, you see, dear Agnes, that I did not do too badly, though my amorous 
experiences were far less bold than yours. I hope that when you come we can 
arrange charming parties, and I dare say that the count will join your 
company and George's willingly so that we can have a real wild four-sided 
fucking together. How delightful it will be to fuck all together. I am 
aflame with that lascivious prospect. It's a good thing my lover will be 
here any time to quench my burning frenzy. 

I remain your loving and devoted, L. Zacharias. 

* * * 

Such were the contents of those two charming missives, and I must add that 
the lascivious description of a four-sided party took shape later on and 
that we surpassed each other in lubric ingenuity. 

The count and I used to sandwich one of these lovely women between us and 
they agreed that it was the 'ne plus ultra' of voluptuous excitement. Of 
course the fourth one was not left behind, and the man who was on top kept 
sucking and frigging her very effectively. We were engrossed in the charm of 
their company and could not imagine that more lascivious pleasures could be 
found elsewhere. But I see that I am beginning to relate events which took 
place much later than the period I am talking about. 

Alas, Mr. Barnett came back too soon, though his staying away had lasted 
three whole weeks; but to us they had seemed three days. My heart was heavy 
when my dear mistress read aloud the letter by which he was announcing that 
he would be with us the next day. 

Mrs. Barnett noticed that I grew pale and started shaking all over, but 
nobody else paid attention to my agitation. We had a few minutes to 
ourselves during the day and she kissed me tenderly; there were tears in her 
beautiful eyes and she seemed so excited that I was soon in a frightfully 
voluptuous state. 

In spite of the risk of being caught, we fucked everywhere and any time we 
could do it, and the following night, this adorable creature let me do 
everything I wanted with her, and we fucked as many times as our bodies were 
able to repeat the lascivious ordeal of unbridled love-bouts. 

I have said: as many times-how many times? I don't know. My mistress told me 
that I had had at least ten orgasms. I am convinced that she came still 
more, because we did not sleep at all during the night, and we lay embraced 
all the time. She displayed all the scale of her libidinous aptitudes. Never 
did a mortal being spend a more rapturous night. Toward morning, we heard 
that the household was awake and we kissed and cried our eyes out because it 
had been our last night together. 

I wrenched myself out of her embrace by sheer power of will, but I could 
never have left her lascivious body had she not told me that she would 
manage so that we could again be together before their departure. 

She begged me to be very careful when her husband would be back, and 
asserted that I should rather not be present at their first meeting because 
I would grieve to see him caress her. I followed her wise counseling and 
nobody paid any attention to me amid the agitation of Mr. Barnett's arrival. 

Mother declared that I was to reintegrate her bedroom because Mrs. Barnett 
would need my room as a dressing-closet, and Mrs. Barnett declined her 
proposal courteously, saying that I was so quiet a little boy that I had 
never disturbed her. 

But mother was very keen on the intended shifting and I think her reasons 
rather agreed with Mrs. Barnett. Indeed Mr. Barnett would hardly have 
appreciated sleeping as close to a youth. However he went on treating me as 
a mere child and I am convinced that it never struck him that I could have 
filled his shoes while he was away. 

Mr. and Mrs. Barnett went to their room shortly after the arrival, no doubt 
to bury themselves in the fucking delights-which was understandable after so 
long an absence. I thought that this notion would disturb me, but, on the 
contrary, I enjoyed thinking about them in every lascivious posture, 
reaching the peak of pleasure together. At once I imagined that I could hide 
myself in the closet and watch their libidinous frolics, and, when he left 
the room, I should be the one who in his turn would fuck his delightful wife 
and how much should I come into that cunt still drenched with his sperm. I 
resolved to inform Mrs. Barnett of that intended scheme which had really 
taken my fancy. 

I did not concentrate well on my work this afternoon in the study-room, but 
Miss Jenny's voice, asking me what I was thinking about, interrupted my 
day-dreaming. I bowed my head and turned crimson. Already very artful in the 
art of living with an innocent face, I answered that I was dreaming of her, 
savouring the caresses she had given me the day before, which, in my own 
words, had made me feel queer all over. And indeed the preceding day, she 
had pressed me to her bosom and kissed me more amorously than ever, which 
caresses, at the time, had roused my lascivious desires and had reinforced 
me in the hope that the state of our relations would soon reach a 
satisfactory conclusion. 

She patted my cheeks and kissed me again, telling me I was a wicked boy to 
have such thoughts, that I was never to yield to them, else she would not 
love me any more. But her eyes were shining, her cheeks had got very red, 
and I knew that my answer, far from annoying her, had been a very astute 
one, and had excited her. 

During the four o'clock pause I went to look for Mrs. Barnett in the drawing 
room but she had retired with excitement, and I ran to the garden where my 
sisters were playing. I nodded to Lilian who understood at once, and I 
proposed to play hide-and-seek. To prevent Dorothy from disturbing us, I 
picked up a stone which I threw furtively, and asked her to guess in which 
hand I was keeping it, and if she guessed wrong, she would have to look for 
us after we hid. Of course she could not guess right. So we blinded her with 
a scarf, and posted her against a tree in order that she count until one 
hundred; after that she would go to find us. I took Lilian's hand and we ran 
to the summer-house. We entered and locked the door. I pushed Lilian on the 
sofa and, thrusting my head between her thighs, I licked her cunt and sucked 
her clitoris. She was soon as excited as I was. A whole week had gone by 
since I had taken her cherry. She had recovered beautifully from the ensuing 
pains, and was quite ready to take back the game where we had left it. 

After applying my efforts to make her come so that I could lick and gulp her 
delicious love juice, I stood up, opened my fly and my blood-gorged prick 
jutted out quiveringly. I drove it savagely into her moist slit and thrust 
it so fiercely into the softness of her gaping grotto that it disappeared 
entirely and remained shoved up to the hilt into the burning furnace of my 
sister's adolescent crack. The poor girl gasped for breath and began 
struggling to reach her climax while I applied my efforts to stab her 
rhythmically so as to follow her spasmodic jerkings. We came in a long-drawn 
orgasm and she writhed and squirmed when my burning sperm gushed out and 
drenched the soft cavity of her delicious cunt. 

We lay exhausted for a few minutes but we were so young that we recovered 
quickly and the palm must be discerned to Lilian who, squeezing and 
caressing my prick with the convulsive tightening of her quim, succeeded in 
giving me a still more powerful erection. 

We staged again to fuck like mad, but this time it began very slowly and we 
increased gradually the rhythm of our spasmodic thrustings until we were 
caught in an ecstasy of wild pleasure, screaming with savage delight. 

We were lucky enough to finish our fucking session in time, because outside 
sounded Dorothy's pace. The child had looked for us everywhere and lastly 
had conceived the notion that we might have hidden in the summer-house. I 
was finishing to button my pants when she entered thundering, laughing and 
saying that we were unfair and that we had really hidden too far. To soothe 
her we agreed that it was Lilian's turn to look for her. 

We got out and we were blinding Lilian when Miss Jenny found us and noticed 
the flushed cheeks of Lilian, but we told her that we were playing hide and 
seek, that we had run very much, and that now Lilian was going to look for 
us. 

Miss Jenny said that it was enough for today and that we should play quietly 
now so as to relax. And the four of us went back to the house. 

It was a delicious summer night. After supper, Mr. Barnett, who had 
exhausted his amorous energy, proposed to play chess to Miss Jenny. Mother, 
Mrs. Barnett and my sisters and I went out to take a walk in the garden and 
enjoy the magnificent starry night. Luckily enough, Mother found that the 
weather was too cool and she went back to the house, taking my sisters with 
her and in a little while we heard that she had asked Lilian to play the 
piano. I guided Mrs. Barnett toward a remote corner of the park where we 
could talk without being heard, but whence we could watch the blazing 
windows of the house. There I exposed to her the scheme I had conceived; she 
laughed very much with my precocious ingenuity, but she added that we could 
not leave the door of the closet ajar because Mr. Barnett could happen to 
open it, and that I had to lock it from the inside. 

"But I want to watch everything, how exciting it will be to see Mr. Barnett 
work into your heavenly body." 

She laughed heartily and told me that I was a very vicious lad. Then, she 
inquired, "But are you not jealous to see another man making love to me?" 

I confessed that my first impulse had been a jealous feeling, but that I had 
soon been of the opinion that it would not lessen my love for her and that 
it would increase the pleasure we were to take afterwards to witness their 
fucking. 

"Well, George I suppose you could bore little holes in the panel of the 
door, and I shall manage to be in a favourable position so that your 
precocious lubricity will be gratified with the performance of two 
lascivious fuckers. My dear child you have made tremendous progress and I am 
proud of my pupil." 

Seeing that she was in a cheerful mood, I said, "Tell me, my beloved 
mistress, how many times did your husband fuck you today?" 

"Are you really in earnest to know the exact number, George?" 

"Yes, I want to know if I guessed right!" 

"Well, Henri fucked me six times in the morning and four before supper. He 
was passionate and was unable to check his lascivious desires. He came twice 
when I had hardly an orgasm, but of course you know how efficiently you had 
dedicated your prick to fucking me the night before, so I was not really 
very hot." 

"Did you feel it? Tell me, did you come? Was it good?" 

"Since you are so inquisitive, my dear boy, yes, I had rapturous orgasms. 
You have noticed that my husband's prick is definitely oversized and I like 
it so much that it makes me come every time, but now I keep thinking of you 
and of all the voluptuous sensations you gave me and I fuck with my husband 
while thinking of my young lover. Are you happy now George?" 

"Oh! it's heaven. My angelic mistress, you have succeeded in convincing me 
that I must actually watch him fuck you. Feel my prick, I'm horny and I 
should give everything to be all set to fuck you right now!" 

"My dear child, I understand how that prospect can excite you utterly but we 
have got to wait until tomorrow. Now let's go back to the house, and I shall 
amuse your mother for some time. Take some tools and go straight to the 
closet. You'll have ample time to pierce the holes before my husband has 
finished playing chess with Miss Jenny. And be careful not to let any piece 
of wood or sawdust on the carpet. And to-morrow, when Mr. Barnett asks me to 
go to the bedroom, I'll keep him down a little longer, and you will run 
upstairs and hide yourself in the closet. After that you will be rewarded by 
the delicious spectacle which you are so eager to contemplate." 

We came back to the house and our plan was executed smoothly. Nobody paid 
any attention to my leaving the room, and it did not take me more than ten 
minutes to bore the holes and put everything in order afterwards. 

The following afternoon I was safely hidden in the closet when the Barnett's 
entered their bedroom. 

The dear creature, anticipating my desires, had only her dress on and no 
corset, and she explained seriously to her husband that he was amorous so 
often that she was thus ready to comply quicker to his passionate requests. 

"You are the most wonderful woman, darling! But you must take it off and let 
me behold yon beautiful naked body at my fancy." 

At a moment's notice, my lovely mistress was stark naked, offering proudly 
the gorgeousness of her ravishing beauty. Mr. Barnett caressed her and 
kissed the gleaming white-ivory body from head to toes, and, pushing her on 
the bed, he sucked her palpitating cunt until she screamed with pleasure. 
Then his enormous prick jutted out of his pants and he plunged it straight 
into the delicious gash, giving her the most rapturous sensations, because 
suddenly she hugged him to her bosom and locked her legs around his waist, 
all the time twisting and squirming her fanny. They had quickly achieved the 
first round of their fucking bout, but Mr. Barnett remained engulfed in the 
hungry mouth of her moist quim. 

No doubt she was working herself to a frenzy as much for her own 
satisfaction as for mine, because once she turned her head in my direction 
and I caught her smiling significantly when she jerked abruptly and 
disclosed to my eyes her superb cunt, gaping widely before swallowing 
greedily the huge prick which sank into its quivering lips. I was so horny 
that my peter hurt awfully. At last, their tournament was over and Mr. 
Barnett took out his prick, limp and drenched with foaming sperm, out still 
very swollen. 

It was extraordinary, but I was mad with desire to rush into the bedroom and 
to take the sticky rod into my mouth and suck it savagely. I can hardly 
describe the violence of that sudden impulse. It was the first hint of the 
passion which seized me afterwards when I had the opportunity to spend 
orgiastic nights with pleasure-companions of both sexes. 

Mrs. Barnett made as if she was exhausted and remained lying on the bed 
while her husband was hitching his pants. 

He got out of the room after kissing her tenderly, and she locked the door 
on his back. She went to the bidet to get a wash but I rushed out of the 
closet, embraced her and threw her down on the bed. I glued my mouth on her 
crack, which was sticky with the thick creamy sperm of her husband. I licked 
and lapped the foaming juice with an eagerness that excited her so much that 
she cried frantically, "George, fuck me ... I'm horny ... Fuck me, Georgie! 
I'm burning ... J" 

Of course, my prick was ready and thrust up to the hilt into the palpitating 
quim aflame with lust, and she ejaculated almost at once; she explained to 
me later that though she had been most excited by my lubric inspiration, yet 
she had come suddenly when thinking that she was unfaithful to her husband 
hardly five minutes after he had fucked her. She worked herself on my prick 
with such an unbridled frenzy that she had another orgasm when I came. The 
velvet mouth of her greedy cunt was pressing my prick with such a strength 
that I started to fuck again and we came in an ecstasy of rapturous 
pleasure. My beloved mistress wanted me to stop right now, but I asked to be 
allowed to fuck once more. 

My mistress complied with my request and told me, "All right, darling, but 
let me lie on my side because I have been crushed under my husband's weight 
and under yours, and I want to ease myself from your heavy pressure, but 
don't take your prick out, it feels so good!" 

She succeeded in her intended shifting and when I saw her superb buttocks 
press against my belly I got hornier and my prick stiffened and throbbed. I 
began to frig the burning mount of her clitoris, which was by now as stiff 
as my rod. This time we fucked slowly and more voluptuously. No other woman 
could surpass the skill of my mistress; she succeeded in shoving one of her 
teats in my mouth and I was sucking her taut nipple, frigging her clitoris 
and fucking her all in the same time. It was a good thing the door was 
heavily curtained because she screamed so loudly with amorous delight that 
she would have been heard downstairs. Suddenly, she wrenched herself free 
from my arms and she swallowed my foaming rod with the ardor of a suckling 
animal. After that, she told me, "Now, my beloved child, we have got to be 
very cautious if we want to be free to meet again.... 

"Go back into the closet. I'll go out, and if the way is clear I'll cough 
three times and you will get out of the room and creep downstairs quietly." 

Everything went smoothly and, during the last week that she spent under our 
roof, we managed to repeat daily our charming meetings without raising any 
suspicion. 

Alas, that wonderful woman had to leave us. I could hardly watch her 
departure and it was only owing to a desperate control of my nerves that I 
did not betray the heart-rending sorrow which I felt. 

Everybody at home loved her and grieved her departure so that in the turmoil 
of the general sorrow, nobody noticed my sad countenance. 

Two long years went by before I was able to see that lovely woman again. 
Then, not only did we meet together but quite frequently our voluptuous 
pleasure was shared by other people, as sensual as we were. Maybe I shall 
endeavor to narrate those entrancing meetings, but it will come later, for I 
have still got to tell what took place after Mrs. Barnett's departure, and 
that is the matter of another book. 


THE END
