She hid her face in her hands on the top rail of the gate, as I slowly raised her dress; what glories were unfolded to my view, my prick's stiffness was renewed in an instant at the sight of the delicious buttocks, so beautifully relieved by the white of her dainty drawers.
As I opened them and exposed the flesh, I could see the lips of her plump, pouting cunny, deliciously feathered, with soft light down, her lovely legs, drawers, stockings and pretty boots, making a tout ensemble which as I write and describe them cause Mr. Priapus to swell in his trousers.
It was a most delightful sight, I knelt and kissed her bottom slit and everything my tongue could reach, it was all mine. I stood up and prepared to take possession of the nest of love when alas. A sudden shriek from Annie, her clothes dropped, all my arrangements were upset in a moment.
A bull had unexpectedly appeared on the other side of the gate and frightened my love by the sudden application of his cold damp nose to her forehead. It is too much to contemplate that scene even now!
Annie was ready to faint as she screamed: Walter. Walter. Save me from the horrid beast.
I comforted her and reassured her as well as I was able, and seeing we were on the safe side of the gate, a few loving kisses soon set her right. We continued our walk and soon spying out a favorable and shady spot, I said:
Come Annie dear, let us sit down and recover from the startling interruption. I am sure dear, you must still feel agitated besides I must get you now to compensate me for the rude disappointment.
She seemed to know that her hour had come, the hot blushes swept in crimson waves across her lovely face, as she cast down her eyes and permitted me to draw her down by my side on a mossy bank, beneath a fine, spreading tree. I gently reclined her backwards and we lay side by side. My lips glued to hers in a most ardent embrace.
Annie, oh Annie, I gasped, give me the tip of your tongue, love.
She tipped me the velvet without the slightest hesitation, drawing at the same time what seemed a deep sigh of delightful anticipation, as she yielded to my slightest wish.
I had one arm under her head and with the other, I gently removed her hat and threw aside my own golgotha, kissing and sucking at her delicious tongue all the while. Then I placed one of her hands on my ready cock, which was in a bursting state, saying, as I released her tongue for a moment:
There Annie, take the dart of love in your hand.
She grasped it nervously as she softly murmured: Oh Walter, I'm so afraid-and yet-yet dearest, I feel that if I were to die, I must taste the sweets of love-this forbidden fruit! her voice sinking almost to a whisper as she pressed, and passed her hand up and down my shaft.
My hand was also busy finding its way under her clothes, as I again glued my mouth to hers and sucked at her tongue till I could feel her vibrate all over with the excess of her emotions. My hand, which had taken possession of the seat of bliss, being fairly deluged with her warm, glutinous spendings.
My love, my life. I must kiss you there, and taste the nectar of love. I exclaimed as I snatched my lips from her and reversing my position, buried my face between her unresisting thighs.
I licked up the luscious spendings with rapturous delight, from the lips of her tight little cunny, then my tongue found its way further, till I tickled her sensitive clitoris and put her in a frenzy of mad desire for still further enjoyment. She twisted her legs over my head, squeezing my head between her firm, lump thighs, in an ecstasy of delight.
Wetting my finger in her luscious crack, I easily inserted it in her beautifully wrinkled brown bum-hole, and keeping my tongue busy in titillating the stiff little clitoris, I worked her into such a furious state of desire, that she clutched my cock and brought it to her mouth, as I lay over her to give her the chance of doing so; she rolled her tongue round the purple head and I could also feel the loving, playful bites of her pearly teeth. It was the acme of erotic enjoyment. She came again in another luscious flood of spendings, whilst she eagerly sucked every drop of my sperm as it burst forth from my excited prick.
We both nearly fainted from the excess of our emotions and lay quite exhausted for a few moments, till I felt her dear lips again pressing and sucking at my engine of love. The effect was electric; I was as stiff as ever.
– Now darling, for the real stroke of love. I exclaimed, shifting my position and parting her trembling thighs so that I could kneel between them.
My knees were placed up on her skirts so as to preserve them from the grass stain. She lay before me in a delightful state of anticipation, her beautiful face all blushes of shame, and the closed eyelids, fringed with their long, dark lashes, her lips slightly open, and the finely developed firm, plump globes of her bosom heaving in a state of tumultuous excitement.
It was ravishing, I felt mad with lust and could no longer contain myself.
Alas, for your virginity. I brought my cock to the charge, presented the head just slightly between the lips of her vagina. A shudder of delight seemed to pass through her frame at the touch of my weapon, as her eyes opened and she whispered with a soft, loving smile:
I know it will hurt but Walter dear, dear Walter, be both firm and kind, I must have it if it kills me! throwing her arms round my neck, she drew my lips to hers, as she thrust her tongue into my mouth with all the abandon of love, and shoved up her bottom to meet my charge.
I placed one hand under her buttocks, whilst with the other, I kept my affair straight to the mark, then pushing vigorously, the head entered about an inch till it was chock up to the opposing hymen. She gave a start of pain but her eyes gazed into mine with a most encouraging look.
Throw your legs over my back dear, I gasped, scarcely relinquishing her tongue for a moment. Her lovely thighs turned round me in a spasmodic frenzy of determination to bear the worst. I gave a ruthless push just as her bottom heaved up to meet me and the deed was done. King Priapus had burst through all obstacles to our enjoyment. She gave a subdued shriek of agonized pain and I felt myself throbbing in possession of her innermost charms.
You darling. You love. My brave Annie, how well you stood the pain. Let us lie still for a moment or two and then for the joys of love. I exclaimed as I kissed her face, forehead, eyes and mouth in a transport of delight, at feeling the victory so soon accomplished.
Presently I could feel the tight sheath of her vagina contracting on my cock in the most delicious manner. This challenge was too much for my impetuous steed. He gave a gentle thrust. I could see by the spasm of pain which passed over her lovely face, that it was still painful to her but restraining my ardor I worked very gently, although my lust was so maddening that I could not restrain a copious spend; so I sank on her bosom in love's delicious lethargy.
It was only for a few moments. I could feel her tremble beneath me with voluptuous ardor, and the sheath being now well lubricated, we commenced a delightful bout of ecstatic fucking.
All her pain was forgotten, the wounded parts soothed by the flow of my semen, now only reveled in a delicious friction of love; she seemed to boil over in my spendings, my delighted cock reveled in it, as he thrust in and out with all my manly vigor; we spent three or four times in a delirium of voluptuousness, till I was fairly vanquished by her impetuosity, and begged her to be moderate and not to injure herself by excessive enjoyment.
Oh can it be possible to hurt oneself by such a delightful pleasure? she sighed, then seeing me withdraw my limp tool from her still longing cunt, she smiled archly as she said, with a blush: Pardon my rudeness dear Walter, but I fear it is you who are most injured after all. Look at your blood stained affair.
You lovely little simpleton, I said, kissing her rapturously, “That's your own virgin blood, let me wipe you darling,” as I gently applied my handkerchief to her pouting slit, and afterwards to my own cock.
This dearest Annie, I shall treasure up as proof of your virgin love, so delightfully surrendered to me this day,” exhibiting the ensanguined Mouchoir to her gaze.
We now arose from our soft, mossy bed and mutually assisted each other to remove all traces of our love engagement. Then we walked on and I enlightened the dear girl into all the arts and practices of love. “Do you think,” I remarked, “that your sisters or Frank have any ideas of what the joys of love are like?”
I believe they would enter into it as ardently as I do, if they were once initiated, she replied. I have often heard Frank say when kissing us, that we made him burn all over.” And then blushing deeply, as her eyes met mine: Oh dear Walter, I am afraid you will think me awfully rude, but when we got to bed at night, myself and sisters often compare our budding charms and crack little jokes about the growing curls of mine and Sophie's slits, and the hairless little pussy of Polly.
We have such games of slapping and romps too, sometimes; it has often made me feel a kind of all-overishness
