her hips and heaved his bottom backward and forward, making his tool pass quickly in and out through the hairy lips. That showed me what fucking was, and pushing my finger into my own little chink, I felt about for a place into which a prick might enter, and down at the end I found that there was a small passage, but when I tried to push in my finger, it hurt me too much to go on. However, mama was not hurt, for she kept pushing her bottom back and saying, 'That's the way, push it in strong; give me plenty of it, Harry, I like it so much when you fuck me from behind; it is so pleasant to feel your belly rubbing against my bottom, while you hold me tightly round the loins, and press my cunt with your fingers.'
'Then they both panted and grunted, and he almost roared with delight as, pressing her down flat, he hammered at her bottom, with his prick buried in her cunt.
'I clenched my teeth, pinched my cunt, and pushed in my finger in spite of the pain, and I do verily believe that, although young, I obtained at that time my first emission.
'I often watched them fucking after this, and soon became familiar with many of the modes and expressions of venereal play. I also regularly frigged my little cranny while I listened to them and succeeded in forcing my finger as far as it would go. But in course of time, my stepmother was confined, and I was moved to another room.
This was a benefit to me, for I was injuring my health by constant frigging, which I need not tell you is very injurious to a young girl.
'Nothing of particular note occurred again until I was nearly fifteen years old, and the hair was beginning to sprout on my mons. I attended school regularly, and having a great love of learning, I worked hard at my lessons and tried in every way to improve myself.
'About this time, a new French master, named Louis Martel, was appointed. He was young and handsome, and of course all the girls fell in love with him at once; but he took no particular notice of anyone, for he was naturally she and reserved in his manner. He applied himself steadily to his duties, and seemed to think of nothing else. I was one of the most diligent and attentive of his pupils, and on that account he thought more of me, and tried to get me to go on. I responded by increased efforts, and feeling grateful for his kindness, I tried to please him in every way I could. In short, I began to like him very much, and after a while he seemed to reciprocate my feelings, for he used to hold my hand with a lingering pressure and lean over me when directing me in my lessons.
'I remarked that the prominence at the fork of his trousers seemed always to grow larger when he was talking to me, and especially when he was leaning over me. I once pressed my elbow on it, and felt it bound at my touch; that touch acted like an electric spark on my nerves and fired a whole train of amorous emotions; my mind became filled with the idea of his prick, my imagination painted it on every object on which I looked; I dreamed of it at night, and often awoke, fancying I had Louis in my arms and his prick in my cunt. I now regarded that little rosy chink with increased interest, and used to study its appearance, with a glass placed for that purpose between my legs, wondering what Louis would think of it and wondering whether he would like to put his prick into it and fuck it. 'Oh, if I could only let him see it,' I said to myself; it would warm his blood, and banish all his reserve.'
'about this time, the school got a holiday, and it was arranged that we should all go to a neighbouring mango grove and look for fruit. We wandered about, and only got further and further from the rest, but that did not distress either of us very much.
'We did not find much fruit, however, and Mr Martel was chiefly occupied in helping me through the bushes and across the ditches while we went on laughing and chatting together. at last we came to a fruit-bearing tree with large low-spreading branches.
'Oh, here is a tree very easy to climb, and there is plenty of fruit a little way up,' I said, putting my foot on one of the lowest branches. 'I will pluck the mangoes, and you can pick them up and put them into the basket as I drop them down.' ' 'Very well,' he said, 'only take care you don't fall.' 'He stood below me as I climbed up over his head. I saw he was watching me eagerly, and the thought flashed through my mind, 'here is an opportunity for bestowing on him a few glimpses of my secret charms. So I climbed from branch to branch separating my legs as widely as I could. I had no drawers on, the weather being very hot, and as my frock was short, he must have had a full view of my bottom and thighs and the rosy chink between them, just beginning to be fringed with hair. Glancing down I saw that his face was flushed, and his eyes unusually bright, as he gazed intently up.
' 'It is more difficult to get at the fruit than I expected,' I said. I must go further out on this branch.' ' 'Take care, Laura, that bough is very slight, it will hardly bear your weight.' ' 'Just as he spoke, there was a squeak and a crash, and the bough and I came own together; but Louis caught me in his arms before I reached the ground; indeed, he was so directly under my clothes that they passed over his head and my bottom plumped right on his turned-up face. This I learned afterward, for in the course of the fall, my head struck against one of the branches, and I was quite stunned by the blow.
'When I came to myself, I was lying stretched on the grass with Mr Martel kneeling at my side holding my hands. He looked excited and his face was fed, so I fancied he had been investigation more closely my secrets as I lay almost in a faint, and blushed at the thought.
' 'Oh, Miss Laura, I am so glad to see you looking yourself again; I hope you are not hurt much.'
' 'Not much,' I said, trying to rise, 'But I fear I have sprained my knee, for it pains me when I lean on it.' ' 'Let me see if it is swollen.' ' 'Yes, do,' I said, and raised my dress a little.
He put his hand on my knee and felt it all around.
' 'It seems uninjured, but feels hot, may I change it a little for you while you rest?' ' 'Thank you,' I replied, leaning back, and lifting up my leg. He rubbed about my knee and under part of my thigh, gradually pushing his hand up higher and higher; at last he brushed against the haircovered mons, as if by accident, and finding I did not appear angry, he proceeded boldly to put his hand on it, and began to feel the lips and clitoris.
' 'Mr Martel take your hand away and let me up.' ' 'My sweet Laura, let me tell you how much I love and admire you,' he said, putting his hand gently on my breast, and keeping me down, 'and this dear little nest, so mossy and warm, is delightfully soft and inviting; let me peep at it again – just a moment,' and lifting my frock, he peered up between my legs.
' 'Oh, no, Louis,' I said, closing my eyes, 'don't look at me there, it makes me feel ashamed.' ' 'You need not be at all ashamed of it, Laura, for it is the most beautiful little cunt that any man ever looked at,' he said raising my dress and opening my thighs.
' 'Oh, Louis, how you tickle me with your moustache. Why do you like kissing me there?'
' 'Because it is a lovely little cunt, just made to be kissed and sucked, and then to have something nice put into it that will fill it with the most exquisite delight; do you know what I mean?' ' 'No, Louis, what could be put into it that would make it feel as nice as you say?' ' 'This, my love,' placing my hand on his stiff prick, which he had drawn out of its hiding place.
' 'I am ashamed to look at it, but I will hold it in my hand just to please you. Yes, and move it up and down, do you like that?' ' 'I do, darling, you are giving me more pleasure than I can tell you. Do you know what men call this?' ' 'No, what name do they give it?' ' 'They call it prick – say prick, my love.' ' 'Has every man a prick like yours, Louis?' ' 'Yes, every man, though some are large and some are small, but they all like to do the one thing with their pricks.' ' 'What's that?' I asked with a laugh.
' 'To put them into the cunts of as many girls as ever they can.' ' 'Oh my, how funny, and do the girls let them?' ' 'Of course they do, why that is what a cunt is made for. This soft moist passage is the place for the prick to enter and pass up; and on, Laura, it is the pleasantest feeling in the world, and the doing is called fucking.
Let me put in my prick and fuck you; there is no one near us, and you will like it so much.'
' 'Oh, no, Louis, I can't let you put it in me now, I would be afraid; perhaps I may let you another time.' 'But Louis was too wise to lose the present opportunity and, without further leave, he got between my legs, raised them u and pushed the head of his prick between the lips of my cunt. I thought that having gone so far, the best thing was to facilitate the entrance of his prick as much as I could.
'Louis' prick was of goodly size, and its large round head stuck just inside the opening; but as I was most anxious to get it in, I twisted about and pushed against him, heedless of the pain. In the midst of his efforts to force a passage, his seed burst from him, which, though it checked him for a moment, yet served to lubricate the way and, as his prick still retained its vigour, at the next push he was able to drive home, to my great and entire satisfaction.
'Then, as he commenced that in-and-out movement so dear to us women, he asked me to tell him how I liked
