'Oh, Harry!' Yet my wail was not then of despair. I felt it slip in, out, my passage eased by Nature's lubrications. Snorting softly, I permitted him to part the oily lips of my plump quim and felt emergent tremors of delight. I moaned, I whimpered, but I could not speak. Huge clouds of cobwebbed words were in my mind. I could not speak. Rude words, obscene words, danced within the hollows of my mind. Papa had cupped my bottom, kissed my lips. I know the purpose of his asking me if I had learned to kiss. It was to become a secret password in my life. 'I am withdrawing it, my love. Be still, and then turn over when I do. Lie with your arms extended in a cross, your legs apart and knees drawn up'. 'Ooooh!', I uttered as his long, thick piston then withdrew. It hesitated at the rim, held there-the knob just bulging in me-then slipped out-left me forlornly empty, to my great surprise. Laggard in turning, I obeyed. The ring of my probed rose felt open still. My bottom smarted on the coverlet, he looming over me, descending till his penis brushed my belly and then nosed my curls. His hands fell on my wrists-extended as they were-and held them down. I had almost come already and was nigh to doing so as the proud crest parted my lovelips in two rippling waves, causing my back to arch, whereat he plumped his full weight down on me, mouthed lips to mine and eased his penis slowly in my nest. 'Your stockings and your garters feel delicious, Emily. Rub them against my thighs. You beauty! I adore to fuck a girl half dressed'. I heard but dimly, all my being concentrated on the insurgence of his cock within my quim. I rolled my bottom, moaned, received four inches, five-and ever on. Clawing his back, my trembling knees apart, I laboured his tongue wetly with my own and sobbed increasing pleasure. Fuck. I had never heard the word before. It came with harshness to my ears, and has a roughness I have never liked. Better to be 'threaded', 'nested-in', or even 'poked'. Yet even so, the word has a crude magic of its own that I admit to having given way to sometimes in the thrall of it.
'Ask me to fuck you, Emily!' He held me still, arms straight, wrists gripped, as though I might not surrender to love's toil. Then he released his hold and cupped my bottom with both hands, raising it from the counterpane and ramming full within so suddenly that the soft SMACK! of our loins sounded. 'HAAAR!', I gasped. My head hung back, mouth slipping upwards and away from his. His face, no longer handsome, was demonic. I was mastered, pinned. Faint liquid sounds came from my cunny as he worked his piston back and forth.
'Fuck, yes!', I spluttered, 'fuck me, Harry, do!' 'Whisper it, my love, against my lips'. I whispered, whispered ever on, and counted not the times I said the words, abandoned as I felt. My cunny bubbled, spurted, spilled, salivas mingling and my arms about his neck, my bottom swinging, cradled on his palms. The bed squeaked its delight beneath my form, breath panting, nose to nose and mouth to mouth, his pulsing penis grooving in and out. 'I am coming! Oh, my love, too soon! Forgive me, but your beauty-AAARGH!' 'Oh, Harry, yes!' I felt the first thick, gruelly spurt-the next-another then, his penis ticking madly as he spewed love's juice between my spongy walls, and I in a pale blur of wonderment, pursued by howling devils of delight, came in my turn again and thus anointed him, though his sweet agony was clearly such that I doubt he felt my thinner drops. Expending then, expending the last pearls, the final squirt of juice, then we collapsed, I hugging his thick corker in my dell and squeezing on it lovingly. Long thus we stayed, his balls squashed up to me, my bottom heavy on his resting palms that dug into the sheet beneath. 'You have known all now, Emily-or almost all- the fond delights of it', he uttered, drawing out the shrinking slug of his much softened pleasure-rod. 'Yes', I murmured, felt both shy yet bold at the same time and made to close my legs but was affectionately smacked to leave them open to his view, he lying then beside me with my face into his neck, my belly rippling in the aftermath, my cuntlips pouting, frothed with sperm and my own spendings. 'Tomorrow night there will be more than one who will seek to take his place between your legs. You may say nay to one, but not to both. You understand?' 'Yes, Harry'. Inbetween my sighs we kissed. Softly we kissed- raindrops of kisses on my parted lips, my dress all bundled up above my breasts whose tingling nipples told their own tale of delight. He would not have me silent, though, for long, and brought me to confess all that I knew, had heard, had done. Even to Jane, and Julie, too. 'Your cousin, then, imbibed the manly juice between her lips? And Jane was trestled? Yes, I understand how that was done, for Aramintha does the same trick with some girls, and then I perforate their bottoms while they squeal.
Though not for long they squeal. No more than you, my pet', he laughed, and I a-blushing, saying that it was not true of me-or would not be in future. 'Is it not cruel to whip?', I asked, and glanced up at the one that hung above, remembering how my father-in-law had scourged my globe, though in retrospect it had not hurt that much. 'It is not cruel, my love, to spur a maiden to surrender if she proves too coy to drop her drawers upon command. A girl should be nurtured at an early age, and given pride in both her muff and her bottom cheeks. The whip induces-is not meant to torture her. Heaven forfend it should! The cane is more admonitory. As to birches, when the twigs are softened they but make the bottom wriggle and the ardour rise. The girl's cheeks feel fuller; she is ready to receive. Frequently the parental penis is inserted first-but not in your case'. 'Not in mine, no. Harry, you were first. You surely know you were'. 'Indeed-and that I treasure, Emily. Aramintha has no jealousy when two are tingling, cock to cunt. You may think it strange, but such is so'. 'I do not think it strange. The pleasure is divine and all should share it, should they not?', I asked naively. 'You wait upon my affirmation even though you have it in your heart? All who have lustiness upon them should resolve their hot desires and do so with such eagerness as makes their bodies melt for it. Feel no remorse for consummations that are mutually sought, fulfilled. Be as a bird that flies and roosts, and flies again, and questions not the sky, nor trees nor earth'. 'Yes, Harry; that I always wished to be, and now…' 'Harry, have you not finished yet with the dear girl? Do not exhaust her. It is time to eat!', came Aramintha's voice from down below, I starting up, but Harry bid me take my time, repair my hair and look my best. 'Do I not always?', I riposted. Now that it was over I felt flirtatious, eager for the next. He, answering cheerfully, 'Beyond all doubt!', we made ourselves respectable and ventured down to find Jane buttoning up her dress. 'Was it nice? Was nice, yes? Was it nice?', asked Aramintha, tilted up my chin and kissed my lips. I said, 'Yes, oh it was!', as if we had but picnicked, gathered flowers, or paddled in a stream. Jane said, 'Oh, Emily, do up my top button, please- I cannot reach it'. And with that, a warm enclave of homeliness enfolded all my sins.