True Romance Of Lust

I rose, and we threw ourselves into each other's arms, lovingly kissing and tongueing each other.

Aunt then buttoned me up, first kissing and taking a mouthful of my prick for a moment between her lips, and then putting him away, calling it "my pretty doodle." I seized the expression and said,

"Dear aunt, you called it my prick just now and begged me to fuck you and to shove it well into your cunt. Are these the real names for my doodle and your fanny, and what does "fuck" mean, my darling aunt? Do tell me, dear auntie? and teach me the language I ought to use when you are so kindly relieving me of the pains of my now-frequent hardness. I don't know whether you have observed it, dear auntie, but I never enter this summer house with you, but it becomes painfully hard at once. To be sure, you give me such exquisite pleasure in relieving me that I could wish to have constant hardness as long as you were near to calm me. Is this natural, dear aunt, or a disease? Pray tell me, and teach me all the endearing terms you so lavish upon me while I am reducing my hardness."

My apparent simplicity evidently pleased her. She probably thought, too, that as I must sooner or later really thoroughly understand the nature of our intercourse, it would be much better if she should, as it were, make a confidant of me and attach me more securely to herself.

She begged me to be seated, and she fully explained everything to me.

Of course, I was even better acquainted than herself with all she communicated, but I confirmed the idea she evidently entertained of her being my first instructress by various naive remarks on all she was telling me.

Of course I proved an apt scholar, and my close-put questions brought out all her own knowledge and left nothing for me to learn.

At the end, I said,

"Do all women have such a delightful sheath—cunt, I mean—between their legs as you have, dear aunt?"

"Yes, my darling; but you must never stray to others; you will find none so fond of you, or I may add, without vanity, so capable of satisfying this dear fellow; but come, I see it will be dangerous to allow him to stay here longer."

She rose, but I quickly unbuttoned and produced my prick in an almost grander state than ever.

I begged her to let me have one more "fuck" now that I knew what it all really meant.

I put it in her hand.

Her own previous descriptive lesson had aroused her lasciviousness.

She fondly grasped it and, stooping down, kissed it, saying she could not resist its eloquent look.

Throwing herself back on the couch, with her clothes up, her feet on the edge, and her legs apart, her glorious cunt lay open in its moist magnificence.

I threw myself on my knees and gamahuched her until she spent, and now, knowing her greatest letch, I instantly brought my bursting prick up to her foaming cunt, plunged in, and began a furious movement, accompanying it with all the most endearing bawdy phrases she had just, as she thought, taught me.

"Oh, my most gloriously cunted aunt, do I fuck you? Wriggle your arse faster—that's it! Do you feel my prick up to the hilt in your delicious cunt? Oh, what pleasure do you give me?"

She replied broadly. Passing her hand down, she pressed my cods and asked if squeezing my ballocks added to my pleasure.

"Oh, yes, my love, your cunt, your arse, and your bubbies are all delicious. Oh, I never before knew there could be such additional pleasure to our fucking as using these endearing words produces."

We were both so excited by the bawdy terms we so profusely used that we went off in the utmost excess of ecstasy and died away thoroughly satiated with our libidinous and most lasciviously delicious fuck.

It was time to finish. So sliding off her, I again buried my face in her delicious gaping and foaming cunt; my mouth, lips, nose, and cheeks were covered with sperm; she drew me to her lips and licked it all off.

Then, after repairing our disordered dress, we returned to the house and found the doctor impatiently awaiting us.

Our flushed and excited faces at once showed that we had been indulging in the greatest excess.

He joked with my aunt about her skill in allaying such frequent attacks as I now appeared subject to.

Aunt informed him that she had inadvertently, in her lust, made use of expressions that had betrayed me so much that she had found it necessary to leave me nothing more to learn, and I was now fully aware of the true nature of our connection; after luncheon, he himself might further enlighten me, for she was certain that complete confidence would be the best policy to pursue; it must come about sooner or later, and it was far better that it should come from him than that I should learn it elsewhere.

He said she was quite right and that he would further instruct me after lunch, so we set to work on the viands before us, to which I did ample justice.

I was thus, as they supposed, newly initiated in the mysteries of the coexistence of the sexes.

I shall reserve further details of our more intimate and expansive experiences for the next part of this true romance of lust and still of early experiences.

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