Passionate Muriel

Howard Longfellow Passionate Muriel

I met Betty in the hall one day and told her of my mountings passionate feelings; she told me to try and endure it until evening, as she was in the same lustful state, and wanted me as I her.

That day was an age to me, I tried to read, but all I could see was Betty in the nude before me. I went for a walk and succeeded in seeing a careless woman sitting on a porch with dresses raised and a clear veiw of her bare cunt, which sight made me feel worse.

At, last, evening came, and I on pretext of having a headache retired at nine o' clock. I was in my room but a short time when the dor opened softly and Betty slipped in locking it behind her.

She sprang into my frenzy arms and covered my face with kisses. I was in a mad frenzy of desire for her beautiful body and returned all of her hot caresses. I held her at arms length and carefully scrutinized her; she begged me to undress and setting example slipped out of her only garment, a dres.

I fairly tore the clothes from my my body and as the last piece fell to the floor she again came to my arms, led her to the bed and setting on it, covered her with kisses from her head to her sweet smelling, mossy bower of love. I drank there until she begged me not to make her lose her first emis1 sion in my mouth, as she was saving it do homage to my cock.

I heeded this entreaty and rising took my bursting engine in my hand and directed it between her open thighs to that haven of delight, where those ivory colored columns meet; she parted her thighs wide for my entry and in three hearty lunges I was incased to my swelled, spunk filled globes. As she felt my member dig deep into her, she gave a satisfied sigh and met everything I had to give. I fell forward on her body and with short quick jabs I soon had her flowing freely.

I could only stand a very small bit of this, but if it had lasted an hour it would have been all to short a time; at last with a very long lunge I buried myself and the pent-up flood of my abstinence gushed into her, to her immense delight and satisfaction.

I rolled off and lay panting beside her; she was also for the present helpless. At last recovering ourselves we washed and lay side by side in each other arms.

We did not to long remain idle, for as our mutual desires again called for satisfaction, I suggested a game of 'Sixty-nine.' She readily agreed, and as I lay on my back she put her beautiful legs over my head and tongue was soon lost in the tight folds of her passionate little cunt; meanwhile she had greedily sucked in my throbbing cock; as we reached our climax we rolled over on the bed to enjoy a few hours of restful sleep.

Our joys were many in the future. But the time of parting as it always does with all such amicable couples. Betty came to my room one day and after our usual round of pleasure she told me that she had received a proposal of marriage, a lawyer from another city whom she had met some time ago had asked her hand. I told her that if she cared for him, by all means marry him. She answered that she wanted only me, but she knew how impossible it would be for us to carry on the rest of our lives as we were now, and that there was always the possibility of children to wreck our lives.

I told her to use her own' judgement but if she decided to stay I would do all that I could for her.

I told her that if she thought she could learn to love this man, however, that it was a wonderful opportunity for her. She seemed to decide all of a sudden for she sat right down and wrote a letter of acceptance at once. The strange thing about it was that she sat on my lap with my hard cock in her cunt.

She afterward took delight in this unseemly act and explained that she was going to try to think of me everytime he touched her, try and make believe it is me and that they are my touches.

It was only three weeks when I lost Betty fore4 ever, and it is needless to say I loved her with all my boyish heart and really hated to see her go.

On the eve of her leaving we were together all night and such a night we had, every form of sexual gratification was indulged in. Everytime my flesh became hard she would want it in another position or opening of her body; when it was in a dormant state she would suck and fondle it until it was hard.

And through it all she did not wash her cunt but kept my cream there to try and impregnate her, she wanted a baby from me so she would be forced to remember me always.

I don't know how many times we flood each other, but I do know that she succeeded in her desire to get a child, and nine months later she gave birth to a boy that she claimed looked as much like me anything could.

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After Betty left I missed her very much, not only her body and its uses but her sweet pleasing, personality, and the worst luck I could wish her was that she become very happy.

Allow me here to recall to mind some members of my family. After the school term of the year we moved to town, the girls came home and stayed.

Milly was not very long in getting a boy friend and we all saw very little of her. After being away from home all night, one one momentous occasion, she came home and disclosed the fact that she was married, and asked the blessing of everyone.

We were all suprised at this but deed was done, so they were summarily blessed and to date this family has increased to five mouths where there were two two pretty girls and a strapping boy, and three are at this time rumors of, well-asked Milly.

A strange occurence happened about a week after Betty left which I will relate to you.

I was over visiting Frank one day and we were both seated in his room, there was a gentle tap on the door and at Frank's 'Come in,' Martha, the cook, and the mother of Betty and Letty, entered.

She asked Frank if she could speak to him, he asked her to come in and be seated and not to mind me as I knew so much of his affairs that a little more would not hurt anything.

She seemed embarrased and clearing her throat said:

'Mister Frank, I would like to speak to you about a very grave matter, a thing that has worried me for sometime and it is my duty as a mother to talk over with you, it concerns as you now no doubt suspect my daugther, Leatrice. Now, please don't make any excuses or interrupt me, I was was young once and it was the result of a foolish act that near ruined my life, had it been any other man I would have been out on the world's hands with two children.

'I know that for quite a while you and Leatrice have been very intimate and that she spends almost every night here in your room, I would not mind this if you both were of the same race and if anything happened to her you could care for her, but that is hopeless. I ask you that even if you don't stop be careful and don't get her in a family way.

Frank promised all he could, and sensing a possible story he added.

'Martha, you said something about nearly being on the hands of charity with two children, won't you tell us about it?'

Martha looked sheepish and answered: 'Mister Frank, I have never told anyone my story, even my mother, and sometimes it near drives me crazy; I have to tell it to someone, so, if you promise not to carry it further, I'll tell you an unhappy experience that turned for a while to make me the happiest person on earth, except for carrying the secret.'

'Until I was fifteen, I lived with my family in B-, Kentucky. One day a lady came to my home and asked my mother a lot of questions and I heard mother tell her she would need the consent of my father. She must have done so that evening, for the next afternoon I was called in the house and presented to Mrs. Morris and told that I was going with her as her maid.'

'I thought nothing of this except the adventure of traveling, and three days later we were on our way to Denver, Colo.

'My position was personal maid to my mistress, a very beautiful woman of about thirty. It seemed she would not take an experienced maid, but always trained one to her own liking.

'Two years of routine work passed when she became ill of pneumonia and very quickly died. I was grief stricken, as she was not only an employer but a very good friend.

'Mr. Morris was prostrated with grief, and we all thought he would follow his wife if he didn't stop grieving;