THE ROMANCE OF LUST. Anonymous

then also remarked the peculiar odour of breath, but pretending ignorance, I begged to know what had happened to my darling little grotto.

      “I cannot tell you more, my dear boy, but it will keep me away from you for four or five nights.”

      “But why should that be the case; cannot you let me enter that delicious cave of delight only once?”

      “No, no, impossible! my dear Charlie, absolutely impossible! It would do me very great harm, and you too. Let us be quiet in that way, and I shall be the sooner well again to come and embrace you as before.”

      “Oh! but darling, how can I support five nights’ absence, I shall go mad with desire and burst—feel how he grows, and is longing for his loved companion.”

      Her soft and gentle hand caressed it. I thought to succeed by a coup de main, but she was too quick for me.

      “No, Charles, I am serious, and you must not try to force me, or I shall never come near you again.”

      I saw she was in earnest, and flung myself on the bed in a pet.

      “Come, my darling Charlie, be reasonable, and I will do my best to give you some satisfaction. Lay yourself on your back—so. I will kneel on the floor at right angles to you, because you must not attempt to touch me down there. That is a dear boy.”

      So taking my prick in her soft hand, she gently moved it up and down; then, suddenly stopping, took it into her mouth, sucking as much as she could get in, and titillating the knob with her tongue, while one hand frigged at the root of my prick and the other gently handled my two crisped-up cods. She prolonged the pleasure by occasional pauses, and at last, on finding the electric-like sensations coming, she hastened her movement, and I poured a torrent of sperm into her mouth. She continued her delicious sucking until not a drop more was left for her to swallow. This was the first time she ever gamahuched me, but it was not the last by scores of times. Ever after we improved upon the model, and added other endearments. When not under her courses, we mutually gamahuched each other, and she was the first to repeat upon me, with the intensest gratification, the delicious introduction of a finger behind while gamahuching me. At present, when she had thus taken the edge off my carnal appetite, she lovingly embraced me, and left me to my lovely slumbers. Of course, the four days’ grace, saving two more passing visits “to keep me cool,” as she said, turned all to the advantage of my sisters, whom I fucked and frigged to their utmost gratification and delight.

      I thus passed about four months. Miss Evelyn becoming a perfect adept in love’s delicious mysteries; but, although I had attempted to enjoy the orifice of the lower temple of Venus, my member was too large, and gave too much pain, to completely succeed, so that I became the faithful worshipper at the more legitimate altar of love. My sisters were gradually developing their forms. Mary particularly so. The hair on her quim had increased to a most charming curling profusion. Her hips spread out, and her bottom, hard and prominent, promised to be very large. Eliza, too, began to show increased bubbies, and an enlarged and mossy mons Veneris.