The Finale of Lust

"Oh, dear, dear Miss Rozy, do be comforted. I so dearly love you that it makes my heart bleed to see you so unhappy.

Oh, let me see you smile, and do try not to cry. Why are you so unhappy and low-spirited?

Oh, that I could do anything to make you happy?" And redoubling my endearments, she again turned her lovely face to me.

Again, there was the unnatural fire in her eyes, and a hectic glow flushed her cheek.

"You darling angel of a boy; it is you that makes me so unhappy."

I started back, surprised.

"I make you unhappy! Oh! Miss Rozy, how can that be when I adore the very ground you stand on and love—love—love you more than anything in the world?"

She seized my head in her two hands, glued her lips to mine, gave me a long, long kiss of love, and then pressed me to her bosom.

Oh, say that again, my love, my darling boy; it is the love I feel for you that is breaking my heart, but I can resist it no longer.

Will my Alexander love his Rozy as much as he does now?"

"Oh, how could I do otherwise? I have worshipped you from the first moment of your arrival and have had no other idea.

What can I do to prove it—try, oh, try me? I have never breathed a syllable of my love for you, even to yourself, let alone other people."

Her eyes, sparkling with passion, were searching the depths of mine, as if to fathom my thoughts.

I, too, began to feel my amorous passions excited by her warm embraces and kisses.

She held me tight to her body, and I could not help feeling the hard substance that jutted out against her.

"I believe you, my Alexander, and will trust you with my life—with more, with my honor! I can no longer resist my fate.

But, oh! Alexander, love me always, for I run a fearful risk in loving you as I do."

She again drew me to her lips, and my hands clasped her neck in a close embrace.

Her hands wandered, pressing upon my throbbing prick.

With trembling and hasty fingers, she unbuttoned, or rather tore open, my trousers, and her soft fingers clasped my naked instrument.

"Oh, I shall die, dear Miss Rozy; what must I do to make you happy?"

My apparent ignorance could not please her. She sank back on the long, low chair on which she was seated, apparently accidentally drawing up her petticoats with her hand while falling back.

I threw myself on my knees, and pushing her petticoats further up disclosed the rich, dark, curly beauty of her mount.

She covered her burning face with her hand, and while pressing my head forward, I began pressing her beauteous cunt, sucking it without daring to lick her clitoris.

She tried to push me away—"No! no! I must not."

But I suppose my proceedings fired her passions still more, for she was quite moist and juicy, and I have no doubt had already had one discharge while embracing me so warmly. She suddenly said,

"Come then, my loved boy, and I will be all in all for you."

Drawing me up—nothing loath—I was soon extended on her belly, with my stiff-standing cock pressing against her cunt.

I still had the prudence not to show any knowledge of the act. I sighed deeply.

"Oh! My loved Miss Rozy, do help me; I know not what to do."

Her hand glided down between us, and she guided my glowing instrument between the longing lips of her delicious cunt.

I pushed and buried the head and two inches of its body at the first thrust.

The second brought it up against an unexpected obstacle, for it had never struck me that Miss Rozy was a virgin.

I pushed hard at it."Oh, Alexander, love, be gentle; you are hurting me very much."

Knowing that the best way would be to excite her with short shoves without at first trying to go further, I did so, and she began to feel all the raging desires that such a formidable prick as mine must excite when moving between the soft velvety folds of her tight and juicy quim.

I held myself in and continued my proceedings until the convulsive movements of her loins and the increased pressure of the folds of her cunt showed me that the crisis was approaching and she was about to spend.

She hugged me close in her arms, and at the moment of spending, she involuntarily heaved up her bottom. This was the very moment I was having difficulty waiting for.

I retired a little and plunged forward with irresistible force.

I burst my way through every barrier, up to the very roots of my prick.

The attack was as painful as it was unexpected. Miss Rozy gave a shriek of agony and swooned away.

I at once improved the opportunity, thrusting in and out with the utmost vigor, breaking down every obstacle, and expanding the opening by side movements as much as possible, while she was insensible to the pain.

I then died away myself in an agony of delight.

I lay soaking in the delicious sheath until her convulsive shudders and short sobs showed that my now fully deflowered mistress was recovering her senses.

The thought of the unexpected victory I had won had already begun to make my cock stand again, although it was still comparatively soft.

I could feel an involuntary pressure on it as she came to full consciousness of our position.

She threw her arms around my neck, gave me a most impassioned kiss, and then sobbed and cried as if her heart would break.

It is a curious idiosyncracy of my nature to be most libidinously excited by a woman's tears, and although I really suffered to see her in such grief, it stiffened my prick to its utmost dimensions.

I tried to comfort her with words, but she sobbed.

I suddenly thought that a renewal of action might bring about a revulsion of feeling, and I began vigorous movements.

She sighed deeply, but I could tell by the nervous twitching of her loins that her passions were being excited.

They soon decided on the contest. She threw her arms around my waist and pressed me to her, devouring my mouth with her kisses.

Nature prompted her movements, and in a very few minutes, we both poured down a plenteous offering on Venus's altar.

She shook and trembled as she felt the warm gush within her and squeezed me with all her might to her bosom.

We lay in a trance for some ten minutes, my charming governess fainting with love and giving my delighted prick the most luscious pressure, which speedily fired him to new efforts.

Miss Rozy herself was most amorously excited, and we again dashed on love's delicious path—to end, as usual, in the death-like swoon of satiated passion.

When we came to our senses, my loved mistress, embracing me tenderly and throwing her eyes up to heaven, said,