Miss Rozy: Forever in His Arms

"Ah! Say not so, my dear Miss Rozy, and believe me, it is no sudden impulse that has driven me to your feet, but ardent love and real admiration of your great beauty and admirable conduct ever since you entered this family."

The dear creature smiled through her tears upon me when she recounted those terms of affection that Mr. Robin poured out to her.

To be brief, before they parted, he told her that his frequent meetings at church and elsewhere had gained him something more than esteem, but hopeless of ever becoming his wife, she had done her utmost to suppress warmer feelings.

Oh, woman, your name is deception! So she sent him away. He was the happiest man in existence.

He rode over every day afterwards and was with Miss Rozy from four to five; indeed, he was often the cause of our having half an hour's longer recreation.

He also frequently dined with us. Miss Rozy's mother naturally jumped at the offer and most delightedly gave her consent.

When Mr. Rovin heard of this, he became very urgent about claiming an early day to make him the happiest of men.

Miss Rozy wanted a delay of six weeks, but this raised such an outcry on his part, seconded by my mother, that at last she was driven from six weeks to a month, and then to a fortnight from that date; so all became extremely busy in getting ready marriage dresses, etc.

The marriage was to take place at our house, and my mother insisted that she should provide the marriage breakfast.

Mrs. Rozy was invited to our house for a week at the time of the marriage to keep my mother company.

My two sisters and a young sister of Mr. Robin's were to be the bridesmaids, and a young man, courting Miss Robin, was to be the bridegroom's man.

So all was thus arranged, and eventually it came off most happily.

When Mrs. Rozy arrived, she occupied the spare room, where charming Mrs. Kalson had so deliciously initiated me in all the pleasures of sensuality and passion.

return to the day when Mr. Robin had his first interview, declared his love and admiration, and ended with the offer of marriage. Before going away, he rang for Mamma, thanked her for all her kindness to him, informed her how happy Miss Rozy had made him by granting permission to prosecute his suit for her hand, etc. Then, begging for the favor of a chaste kiss, he left, all radiant with hope.

The interview had naturally been very trying for Miss Rozy, and she was so evidently nervously agitated that my mother begged her to go to her room and lie down to repose herself, as after so much agitation she must be quite unfit for any study work, and that she herself would hear our lessons that morning and give us an afternoon's holiday in honor of the happy event that had occurred.

Thus, my sisters and I were thrown again into another prolonged opportunity to fully enjoy ourselves, but, not withstanding the wonderfully regenerative power that nature had gifted me with, I felt that if I wanted to enjoy again my dear Miss Rozy, who had promised to be with me that night, I must not only restrain myself from such excess as we had indulged in the previous day but also manage to get some sleep, of which I had scarcely tasted the night before, so I contented myself with first gamahuching and then fucking each sister; afterwards again gamahuching them and making them each spend five times, so as to satisfy them without exhausting myself, and then finishing off with a delicious fuck in Shine's bottom-hole, while each gamahuched the other.

This quite satisfied them, and they allowed me to steal up to my room to sleep, with Suzy promising to call me in time for tea.

I slept the sleep of the night for some three hours and came to tea perfectly ready for anything that could happen that night.

It was well it was so, for now that there could not be any long lapse of time before we must part, Miss Rozy became a very glutton for pleasure, and every art and position was made use of to stimulate and lengthen out our joys. She came every night, even up to the very night before the marriage, although in the last three nights before the event came off, her mother, Mrs. Rozy, slept in the spare bedroom with which my room communicated. Never the less, we met and carried on our amorous sports with bated breath and suppressed sighs.

We had of late often tried, in our moments of greatest excitement, to introduce my prick into her delicious, tight little bottom-hole. Once, by a sudden maneuver, I managed to get in at the moment she was spending and actually made an entrance as far as about two inches beyond the nut, and I think I should have fully succeeded at that time if my own excitement had not made me spend too soon. This oiled the way, and my prick, having already fucked several times, became too limp; the squeeze of her bottom actually forced him out, as if she were voiding herself naturally.

I fancied that at the moment, but for my too-excited passion, she would have rather I had completely initiated her.

However, the night preceding her marriage, I at last succeeded.

We had fucked in every varied way. She was on her knees, with her head on the pillow, and I on my knees, behind her; this was a favorite way of hers, as she declared I got further in, which seemed to touch her heart and fill her whole body; besides the frigging her clitoris, the action of my finger in her bottom-hole added greatly to the raptures this position gave her.

She had already been well fucked, and we had mutually gahuched each other, so her whole system was in a most excited and well-moistened state.