and it was decided that I should receive some formal training.
Then followed four months of intensive study. I practiced faithfully and soon it was learned that my voice was far beyond anything my instructors had even conceived. It was suggested that I be sent away where I might study under masters, and thus develop what they termed my good fortune.
But Mother and Father refused to listen to this. They did, however, consent to hire a private music teacher. As this change necessitated the removal of my other tutor, I was overjoyed. I expected another old witch, of course, but anyone would have been preferable. I praised the good Lord when she finally packed her belongings and left.
For a few weeks, I was quite alone. I had no tutor, my only studies being that of music. I attended Sunday school daily. Also, I had plenty of time to run about the gardens, and you may rest assured the little pond came in for its share of attention. I bathed there every day. Sometimes in complete nakedness, at others partly so, but always my little cunt came in for its share of fondling.
As the days slipped by, I began to take notice of my breasts. They grew larger and firmer and rounder, and as my fingers caressed them a thrill swept over me. I noticed, too, that my legs seemed rounder and more firm. And there was something else. I noticed that the hairs about my cunt grew darker and darker, and thicker and thicker.
I found also that I experienced more and more thrills and that they became more and more pronounced just before and just after my “sickness.” I didn't know what caused this, but I wasn't to be left long in the dark, as you shall see.
One afternoon about this time, Mother informed me that she was expecting guests. It seemed the “guests” were her niece and the niece's husband-to-be, and since they had long promised to visit us, they took it upon themselves to do so before their marriage. The following day they arrived, bag and baggage. Since these two young people were to furnish a spectacle that prompted and hurried me upon my career, it is no more than right that I describe them here. The girl was about twenty and very pretty. She was shapely too, and her complexion was superb; all in all, one might sum her up as beautiful.
Meeting such a girl in later years, I would have promptly put her down as one literally dying to be fucked. Five years later, when I became a lover of women's charms, I invariably chose just such a girl, for the simple reason that she was animate and would comply, willingly, with my every request.
Her lover was equally good looking. Five feet eleven, very handsome, slightly dark with wonderful eyes, I fell quite in love with him. They seemed devoted to each other and were seldom out of each other's sight.
Now, it must be remembered that I was just approaching young womanhood-that period in a girl's life where so little is required to ignite the spark of passion. I remember that when I came near this man I would blush, and hot flashes came over me, thrilling me to the core.
Both were very nice to me, and as I recall it now, this man often cast longing glances at me. Had his future wife not been present there is no telling what might have happened, as I am sure I would have welcomed him to my arms.
Life is a strange thing. A thief is forever finding something to steal, a drunkard is forever being offered wine, and so it was with me. I have already said I believed I was made for love. I repeat it now. It was as though temptation was forever being thrown in my path.
Let me explain. A day or two after their arrival, I had taken my poodle and started off for a walk. At the far end of the gardens, and not far from the pond, there was a little summerhouse.
As I neared this, I heard someone laugh and recognized the voice as that of the bride-to-be. My poodle had bounded off to his favorite swimming place thinking, of course, that I would follow; but another idea popped into my mind. Why not creep up and frighten them?
As I neared the tiny building, however, I delayed my surprise attack. I heard something of what they were saying, and my curiosity being aroused, I listened. My heart was beating wildly; I knew it was an evil thing to eavesdrop, but my shameful curiosity had the better of me.
My eagerness to hear was further aroused when I heard my cousin say: “Oh, please, dear, wait until tonight; we can take a walk up the road and then you can have all you want!'
I wondered what it was her intended wanted. Thinking it might be something good to eat, perhaps, I crept closer to the window and found I had a clear view of the interior. What a sight met my eyes!
They were standing in the center of the cottage. Their arms were about each other, their mouths were joined, and they seemed lost in the affectionate embrace. Then their lips parted, and they stood for a long moment staring into each other's eyes.
'But, darling,” he said, still clasping her in his arms, “it's been almost a week since I've had anything! I'm bursting for it! Here, feel for yourself.'
Then, as I stood there breathless, my eyes fairly bursting from their sockets, he pulled open the front of his trousers! His great tool came out! It was thick and stiff and heavily veined, and at the top was a glistening pink bulb that seemed near to bursting.
'Here,” he said, placing her hand on it. “Feel how hard it is, dear! Please!” Then, clutching her in a tighter embrace, his lips met hers in another clinging kiss, her hand now working up and down the poker-like thing she held in her hand! For one breathless moment, I watched her as she toyed with that thrilling organ. Then something else occurred: His arms, which had been clasping her, now slid down. His hands clutched the firm cheeks of her bottom! My eyes staring, I watched as he slowly drew up her dress! Up and up! Now it was at her hips!
Suddenly my mind went back to my old tutor! She was forever telling me how vulgar it was to expose one's legs. Yet, here was a man pulling up a girl's dress and about to expose far more than her legs!
What was more, my cousin seemed to enjoy this freedom! Was it possible, I thought, that this girl liked being denuded in this startling manner?
Truly she must have, for now her dress was well above her waist and the man was toying with and feeling all over her bottom and back, which was entirely devoid of anything like drawers or other undergarments!
I felt the perspiration burst out on my face. My lips grew hot and dry, while a sensation yet unknown seemed to take possession of me. Still the picture lingered. Her hand continued to work up and down his big affair; he continued to play with the naked cheeks of her lily-white bottom!
Again the picture changed. As one, they moved to a broad couch-like seat and here he pushed her down, but not for a moment did they stop what they were doing. He continued to toy with her naked cheeks; she persisted in stroking his iron-hard tool! Her legs fell apart, and at the same time, his hand came from behind her and slid into her now fully exposed crotch! What a picture I was witnessing! Naked from her lush, cherry-capped breasts to the tops of her stockings, her thighs well parted, she seemed to relish the feel of his hand as it toyed with the thick black curls at the base of her belly or slid into the crimson gap buried in its folds!
Her hips were moving and her hand quickened its up and down motion on his shaft. She let go of him as he suddenly dropped to his knees, and, while I stared, hardly daring to breathe, plunged his face into the forest of black hair, kissing and licking her cunt in a frenzy of delight!
I knew nothing of it then, but how many times since have I experienced that delightful thrill of feeling a lover's tongue exploring the inner cavity of my own cunny! Ah, that young man was an artist; someone had taught him his lessons well.
For a minute, it seemed, he kissed it, and all the time she showed by the very expression on her face that she loved this strange sort of kiss! Her head rolled from side to side, little moans escaped her lips, and her hips thrust up and back in a steady motion. Her hands came down to his head. I thought she was trying to force his mouth away, but I discovered she was holding him even tighter to her! He lifted her thighs to his shoulders, wrapping his arms about her hips!
She was moaning aloud now! She stiffened, then gave a little startled cry as her hips jerked violently. Her eyes were glazed over and she muttered: “Oh” and “Ah” at each new attack!
Then, with an “Oh, my God!” on her lips, she threw her head back. She held herself rigid for fully a minute, then collapsed in an inert heap before him, her hands falling to her sides and her thighs falling from his shoulders!
Wondering what had happened, startled to almost the screaming point, I watched him bring the end of his rod to that lovely red gap he had been kissing! With his hands on her hips, he forced his belly against hers, driving his cock deep into the glistening slit!
I thought he must be killing her, so violently did he plunge it into her! Her legs came up and about his back,
