She smiled consent; I pressed my lips to hers with transport and for some moments held her in my arms and pressed her to my bosom, covering her lips and neck with my fervent kisses. She faintly strove to break from my embrace, and whispered, "Oh, pray let me go! I did not think- My father will be out by break of day; some other time we'll meet again."
"Fear nothing, lovely girl! Exhausted by his daily toil, your father sleeps securely. Let us not slight the favourable hour kind fortune now affords us-nay, fear me not, worlds should not tempt me to do you an injury. Thus to enfold you in my fond embrace-thus to exchange sweet kisses of pure affection, is all I ask."
Assured by these words, she seated herself upon my knee, and as the excitement of the moment rendered me more eloquent, her scruples grew gradually weaker; until at last they vanished altogether and gave place to an outburst of erotic frenzy which was vastly more to my liking. I was now to learn that my charmer had a fair knowledge of the French language, and having lately read several books in which the amorous exploits of that gay people were described in detail, she was all for putting into practice some of their quaint and bizarre pastimes.
Amongst these I found was the substitution of the female mouth as a receptacle for the male organ, and as I was assured that this was productive of very acute pleasure to the owner of the instrument in question, I graciously acceded to the pretty child's petition that I would consent to be operated upon in the manner indicated.
Her delight at my complaisance was boundless, and in an instant she was upon her knees before me, and seizing my now distended member in her hand pushed it far into her mouth, where it was treated to a most mighty pleasant suction of her lips and tongue. As the crisis approached I cried to her to withdraw, but it appeared that this was not in accordance with the teaching of her Gallic masters, since, so far from complying, she passed her naked arms behind my buttocks and drew me still closer to her face until such time as love's sources were unloosed and I had poured forth a copious and protracted libation upon her leaping tongue.
Far be it from so truthful a chronicler as myself to deny that the sensations produced by the contact of this fresh young mouth were both novel and acute, and I was disposed to accord a certain measure of thanks to my little lady's Parisian preceptors.
As, with all my failings, vanity was one I never cherished, I wish not to imply that I possessed her virgin love; on the contrary, from the experienced manner in which she conducted herself I should not scruple to affirm that although her father in his avocation of fishmonger might frequently have a maid at his disposal in the way of business, anything bearing that appellation in any other part of his house or family was a decided rarity. Such being the case, it is needless to say that our innocent pastime was frequently repeated during the short time I remained at her father's house.
Finding that the caress above described was a source of genuine pleasure to the lustful maiden, I unselfishly permitted its repetition, whilst at her urgent solicitation I learnt to reciprocate her kiss in kind, and soon found that my tongue could take pleasure in creeping between other lips besides those which smiled above her dimpled chin.
Let not the shocked reader presuppose that the more customary form of sexual intercourse was neglected. On the contrary, additional zest was given to the act of coition by the French preliminary referred to, at the close of which this sixteen-year old Messalina would throw herself naked upon my bed, and clasping my instrument in her pretty fingers and drawing it eagerly between her thighs, would lock her finely developed legs over my back, pass her naked arms around my neck, and passionately respond to my well-directed efforts to penetrate her womb.
So much youth, beauty, and erotic distinction combined could not fail of their effect upon my own somewhat sanguine temperament, and it is more than likely that an offer of marriage might have followed had it not been for the happy intervention of the incident now to be set forth.
On returning home one afternoon, I found my little charmer in tears, and on enquiring the cause of her grief, she informed me that her mother had received a letter in an unknown hand desiring her to watch her daughter closely as an amour had long been carried on between her and the singer then lodging in her house. The poor girl
upbraided me bitterly for a fault of which I was perfectly innocenthaving a confidant in what should have been confined to ourselves. I soon convinced her of the wrong she had done me in entertaining such an opinion.
Having dried her tears, she added that her mother would soon be home, as she was impatient to see me on the subject of the letter.
A loud knocking at the door warned us to separate, as it announced her mother's return; and I was shortly after summoned to the parlour.
I no sooner entered the room than, with a countenance compared to which that of an enraged lioness would have appeared perfectly mild, she placed the letter in my hand, asking me how I dared defame the character of her innocent child? I was extremely glad to find that her confidence in her daughter was still unshaken, as I felt quite assured that I could convince her of my sincerity; and I at once declared the charge to be a foul calumny, invented by some secret enemy to her, her daughter, or myself.
On carefully examining the writing, I easily discovered the author, notwithstanding the hand was disguised-the widow had as usual discovered my abode, and, as she afterwards acknowledged to one of my friends, had taken advantage of a street door being left open to enter the house; gently ascending the stairs, she had, by means of a confounded keyhole, seen quite enough to satisfy her of the nature of the lesson I was then giving my fair pupil. Knowing from the violence of my temper that she would gain nothing by alarming me at such a moment, she left the house unperceived as she had entered it; and, prompted by malice, jealousy, and revenge, prepared the letter before alluded to, hoping that I should suffer more from the vengeance of an injured father than by any other plan she could invent; nay more, by this course she anticipated the double gratification of entailing endless misery on the poor girl; in which, but for the confidence the parents felt in her virtue, she might fatally have succeeded.
In order to satisfy them fully, I related a part of my adventures with the widow; and by reminding them of what a violent woman, inflamed by jealousy, is capable, I succeeded for a time in removing all their doubts.