"My God! Oh, Perce! You kill me with pleasure-this beats anything I ever imagined. Oh, heavens, my very life will be drawn out of me: you make me spend so, it thrills all up my spine to my brain. Ah, oh, I'm done!" as she collapsed into a state of momentary obliviousness.
Patty had been sitting on a sack of chaff, as she handled my balls or postillioned me behind and covered my bottom with hottest kisses.
Seeing the climax was over with Gertie she pulled me away, saying. "Put it into me quick, it must be lovely like that, all slimy and so awfully stiff. You don't know how I do want my turn, you dear." Excited as I was, another cunt to finish in was just the thing for me, so I rolled on top of the amourous girl, and in no time was ranging up and down her luscious affair, to the great gratification of such a salacious nature.
The stiffness was almost painfully nice to me, and I lasted so well that Patty was fairly fucked out, as well as my aunt, at the end of our encounter.
When we came to ourselves, it was only to find Gertie kissing and sucking George's member, which was again ready for action, so I placed Patty's well-buttered affair over him for a ride, and by Gertie's help soon was able to put in behind and complete the girl's happiness, which I knew she was longing for.
After this we refreshed and adjusted ourselves, and thus finished Sunday's matinee.
Now having my darling mother, Auntie Gert, Mary, and Patty at my disposal in the house, the precocious lubricity of my nature had full swing for a time, and to reiterate the scenes of lust I took part in would be too tedious.
Patty alone of that female quartette was a scorcher who would capture me at every possible safe opportunity, and her warm kisses on my lips always had such a magnetic influence on me they effected immediately a rise below.
However, wishing for a change from such a surfeit of poking, gamahuching, amp;c, my thoughts turned to Phoebe and her little girls, so calling at the cottage one fine afternoon, to my surprise the door was opened by a beautiful girl of about fourteen, neatly dressed in a bright cotton frock, just short enough to display the contour of her finely shaped legs and ankles, with a mass of blue-black hair hanging over her shoulders and down her back, so I should think she might have sat on it. She was a vision of delight, and at a glance I recognised she must be a sister to Phoebe.
"Oh, don't mind me. I see your were doing up your hair. You must be Phoebe's sister-is she out?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, blushing deeply: "and are you Mr. Percy from the hall, she and the girls so often speak about? They have all gone to market, but will be back to tea."
"I am sorry, because I came on purpose to enquire how she was. You know about a fortnight ago she did not seem at all right, so I have brought her a bottle of wine. I must rest myself a bit; it has been a tiring walk, and I always make myself at home here," as I walked in without being invited.
She placed a chair for me, then saying she would just tie up her hair, stepped into the back bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.
"Excuse me," I said, following her: "but may I wash my hands. You need not mind me, go on with your hair, but it can't look better than it does now."
Merely dipping my hands in the water she poured out for me, taking the towel, I remarked. "Do just leave it as it is. I shall soon be gone, but must have a kiss first," then dropping the towel. "Phoebe has always kissed me ever since I can remember, so why shouldn't you, my dear?" placing an arm round her waist.
"Oh, no, I can't. You never saw me before; I shall run into the garden unless you behave yourself, Mr. Percy," trying to get away from me, but I held her too fast. "Now don't be cross. Kissing is so nice, and you must just give me one, just one, and I'll let you go," overcoming her slight resistance and smothering that crimson face with kisses. "Now do, or I shall go on kissing you, dear, it's more than I can help. You are so nice."
"Well then, only a little one," she lisped, just touching my cheek with her lips.
"Ah, no, that isn't a good one. Why I could kiss you all over, if you had no clothes on," as one of my hands was slipped inside the bosom of her dress, having slyly unfastened one or two hooks.
"No, no? You shan't, Mr. Percy. What should I do if Phoebe was to come in?"
"But she will be two hours yet, you little goose; how can a kiss or a touch hurt you?"
Her lips met mine, and I took a long, luscious kiss, almost sucking her breath away, and my hand was in possession of one of the small firm globes of her bosom, still more increasing her confusion, as I rubbed and played with the rosy nipples and moved my hand from one to the other little strawberry tips. This could not go on in a standing posture, so I pushed her against the edge of the bed-kissing and groping till she seemed quite oblivious of what was happening to her, laying back on the coverlet in a dazed kind of state-and, devil that I was, it took no time to part her beautiful legs, which I found protected by prettily frilled drawers, which still hid the charms of her person from my groping fingers. I wanted to look, but was afraid to withdraw my kissing from her lips, for fear she might recover herself and resist my encroachments below.
My ardent prick stood like a bar of ivory, impatient for a breach to be opened for his advance to the assault of her tender virginity.
Nervously my fingers pulled at the impeding linen, till they found a small opening and could touch the downy furniture of her mount, and finding the entrance to Love's Palace of Pleasure, slowly parted the velvety lips of her maiden slit. Then gently tickling the sensitive clitty, that source of every girl's delight, made her sigh out: "Ah, oh! how nice, Mr. Percy! don't hurt me, will you-there's a dear!" as her bum squirmed under the novel sensations my touches had roused and the warmth of her kisses now plainly gave her away.
Writing this, as I do after many years of varied experiences, I may remark that mere verbal appeals to any girl's sensibility have very little influence in inducing them to yield to salacious suggestions-it is the warmth of contact and lascivious touches which undo them-a few hot kisses, pressure on the bosom, and groping their love slit (even if you have to use considerable force) which make them ready to consent.
Their blood gets fired in a moment, and resist as they may, they want it and cannot help themselves; then once done, it is a very rare exception if there is not some little feeling of love towards even a ravisher; he must be a brute who provokes any feelings of aversion.
"Look here, darling, you make me love you so; I'll give you five golden sovereigns I have in my purse, only let me kiss your naked body; it's no harm, no one can see us, and so awfully jolly. Only think, all that money for your own little self, to buy nice things with, and do as you like."
"You undress me then, I'm too ashamed to do it, Percy," she said in a low voice. "Oh! you do make me feel so funny all over!"
Giving her an extra luscious kiss, I attacked hooks, buttons, and strings, till in a jiffy she had nothing but her stockings left to adorn her figure, covering her face with her hands to hide her shame at such exposure.
Giving her no time for reflection, but taking advantage of such a state of abandon, my lips and tongue ranged all over her bosom and belly, leaving the most secret casket of all for a last _bonne bouche_, and as my tongue titillated her, beginning down at the abdomen and moving slowly till it revelled under her hairless arm-pit. She fairly quivered under the intensity of the feelings aroused: "Ah! Oh! Oh! How delicious that was, it thrills me all over, Percy, do that again with your tongue all the way up." Once more the electricity of my tongue sent vibrations of a new and sensuous pleasure through every nerve and vein of her body. She seemed beside herself, exclaiming: "Let me bite you, and kiss you, my darling. Ah, you have all your clothes still on! I want to feel your soft flesh as well as your touches, it would double the pleasure."