Forbidden Fruit Part 11

stripping myself as quickly as I could tear off the obstructing apparel, then, naked as Adam, I knelt between her widely opened legs and imprinted a kiss on the pinky lips of her tight looking little cunny, as they just peeped out between the downy chevelure, forcing my tongue in between them till it found that hypersensitive little b.u.t.ton of love. This so electrified her that she almost bounded off the bed; again and again my tongue played around it, as she seemed dying with delight, making her scream out: "Oh, you love? Oh, my darling! What is it I feel thrilling me through and through. Ah, what is it? What is going to happen? I feel something coming! Oh! oh! oh! I'm done!" as she gave down a flood of maiden spend, thick and glutinous, all over my lips, as I eagerly sucked every pearly drop.

Laying in a sort of dazed ecstasy, now was my chance, so standing up and throwing my naked body over her, my affair was with its ruby head touching the lips of her c.u.n.t.

We kissed each other ardently, as her arms clasped round my body. "Oh, how lovely, to feel your flesh like this, you are all mine just now, Percy; but what is that I feel trying to push into me down there?"

"Feel for yourself, dearest, it is the ladies' darling; they call it my p.r.i.c.k, or my c.o.c.k, and love to have it go in there. Put your hand on it, dear, and your happiness will soon be complete, if you just open those little lips of yours and rub the head against the little spot my tongue tickled so nicely: let me help you."

One of my hands directed hers, and placed it on my p.r.i.c.k, the small soft fingers grasped round it, giving me such a thrill that I gave a hard push, jamming the head just a little within the entrance to her virginity, "Oh, oh! You hurt me, Percy! Don't be so rough again."

"You pet; it's made to go in there, then you'll be a real woman, and know what love is: bear it for a moment, I must have you now."

A natural instinct seemed to direct her motions, for just then giving a deep sigh, she heaved up to meet, and I gained another inch, making her give quite a little scream of pain. Push, push, push, I went on drawing a sharp cry of agony at each advance. Presently something snapped and gave way before my impetuous charge, the victory was won, but not without some loss of blood, as I found when having shot a stream of my healing balsam into her lacerated parts, I was able to withdraw for a wash, whilst she lay in a dazed kind of lost state, till having purified myself, I applied a wet handkerchief to wipe and soothe her still, burning parts. "Oh, how nice of you to think of me like that,"

she said, opening her eyes, looking me all over. "And is that the thing that has hurt me so?" as she pointed to my now limp John Thomas. "Why it felt like a warm bar of iron forcing itself into me."

Leaning over her I kissed repeatedly her impudent looking t.i.tties, as they stood up to invite my lips, and as I did so, felt one of her hands steal down to the ravisher of her virginity.

"La, how soft it is now!" she whispered. "Will it get hard again soon?"

"Keep hold, and see, my darling: do you want it put in again?"

How my question made her blush, as she replied, "But not if I am to be hurt as much the next time; still I fancy it must be nice when there is no pain in getting in. Ah! how it's swelling in my hand. Perhaps if you put it there before it is too big, I could bear it better, do just try, Percy, my love."

"Point it there yourself, pet, and I will be as gentle as possible," I said, getting between her legs, her hand retaining its hold on my fast stiffening champion, which I slowly pressed forward as she directed it: her face twitched as she evidently felt a trifle sore, but her own lubricity so oiled the tight pa.s.sage, I was soon in to the roots of my hair, which rubbed against her downy little door mat.

"There, it's all in again; did I hurt you much?" as she squirmed her body closer to me, pressing me tightly in her arms.

"Only a wee bit, Percy, dear; you were so gentle with me; the first time you seemed to rush at me so furiously, but just now it slipped in nicely, and I feel it there swelling bigger and bigger every moment; my poor little thing is quite stretched to hold it, you actually seem part of myself."

"Yes, darling, and now there is no pain, you will presently feel as if my very soul was flowing into you," I replied, beginning the gentle in and out motion, slowly withdrawing, then again penetrating to the uttermost extent of her capacity. "That is lovely! Ah, Percy, my dear, you make me feel delights I never had an idea of before this. Oh, oh, it's coming again! I'm flowing. Push, push, I want every bit of it. Oh, faster!" as she plunged about and bucked up at every stroke.

"Darling, I'm coming too. There, there, how do you like my s.p.u.n.k shooting up into you?"

"Oh, my pet, my love, it drives me wild! No other pleasure can be like it!" kissing my lips, face, and neck in her ecstasy, till her teeth gave me a sharp love bite.

We lay swimming in love juice, my p.r.i.c.k swelling and throbbing inside her deliciously tight sheath, which treated it to such contractions and lascivious nippings I thought I should never be able to withdraw, as her c.u.n.t held on to my p.r.i.c.k as if would never lose hold of such a treasure.

However, the sweetest of f.u.c.ks must have an end, so at length I persuaded her to get up and dress, for fear Phoebe and the girls might come home a little too soon.

"And when shall we see each other again, pet?" I said, kissing her flushed face, "as I must go home now."

"I'm only here till to-morrow morning. If you had but come three or four days ago; now I must go back to my place to-morrow. I'm only a nursemaid you know, in London, and may not have a chance to see you for ever so long: and to think how I love you now!" she said, kissing me with tears in her eyes.

"And I don't even know your name, darling, yet. What is it?" repaying kiss for kiss.

"It's Kitty Sawyer; and won't you write to me Percy, at Mrs. Blanks, The Chestnuts, Westbourne Grove, London? Write it down, there's a dear."

"Kitty, of course, I will, and what's more whenever I'm in London will be sure to meet you. You promise to get out, won't you?"

"Yes, I'd see you, Percy, if I had to lose my place for it. What a pity I can't be at the Hall, but there's no baby there."

Thus we parted with mutual endearments, as I thought it best to defer seeing Phoebe and her girls until another day, and will continue that part of my romance in another volume to be written very shortly.