Alexander Passionate Embrace

Allowing her to become thoroughly excited, I waited until she actually quite unexpectedly yielded down to her nature and spent profusely on the exquisite pleasure of my saturated organ.

I still held all off, to give her time after the delight of that spend, which was probably the first of unalloyed extatic pleasure she enjoyed; for as I was an inactive participant, there was nothing to cause any action on the still raw edges of her broken maidenhead.

Her internal pressures were most exquisite. Our embraces with tongues and lips were like the billing and cooing of doves and very rapidly brought her again to a raging point of desire.

I then began with slow and gentle movements, drawing my prick slowly, nearly all the way out, and then slowly driving it up to the hilt.

Her previous very copious discharge had so oiled the delicious folds of her cunt that no pain was felt, only intense pleasure.

At last, it became overpowering; her arms were thrown around my waist, and her legs were involuntary cast over my hips.

Nature prompted her to make the most delicious movements of her bottom; she met my forward thrusts and responded to them in the most libidinous manner.

"Go on, go on, dear Alexander—faster! —faster!"

I wanted no spurs. Fast and furious grew our movements, until at last, with a mutual cry of delight, we sank in each other's arms in the blissful ecstasy of the most complete enjoyment.

It was several minutes before we regained our senses, and both our organs of generation were pulsating, one within the other, in all the luxury of satiated passion.

With her beauteous legs still thrown over mine, she moved her arms to my neck, kissed me voluptuously, and mingled the sweetest accents of gratification with the most endearing caresses and flatteries.

I lay, as it were, in the paphian bower of bliss, in a state of exquisite sensations quite impossible to describe.

It seemed like even greater pleasure than the more active state of delight we had been in.

I could have lain so for hours, but for that excitable prick of mine, whose sensibilities were far too rapidly set in motion by the luscious pressures of that most delightful cunt in which it lay engulfed.

It had gradually resumed its pristine firmness and was now in full stand, throbbing impatiently for further combat.

I began to move. Miss Rozy said,"Oh, my Alexander, you must cease, my dear boy; we must not only be prudent but also consider your youth and health. Do, oh, do, my dear boy.

Oh!—pray cease."

Her words were cut short by the increasing passion that the vigorous movements of my prick occasioned in her whole system.

She could resist no longer, but with arms and legs closely embracing me and devouring me with kisses, she threw herself into the fight, and with body and soul so seconded me that we died away in screams of delight and sank quite insensible in each other's arms.

It was many minutes before we recovered speech. I still lay entirely embedded in her most exquisite cunt and would have liked to have continued in her delicious embrace.

But Miss Rozy so imploringly beseeched me to cease for this time and pointed out how necessary prudence was if we ever wished to meet again that I felt compelled to raise myself from her body.

But, in doing so, I slid off downwards, and before she could prevent me, I glued my lips to the open pouters below me, greedily devoured all her delicious discharge, and did not desist until I had so licked her clitoris as to make her spend most copiously again.

At first, she tried to resist, saying,"Alexander, what on earth are you at? You must not, my dear boy; it is dreadful."

But, as I roused her passions, her hand, instead of trying to draw away my head, held it firm and pushed it well against her throbbing and delicious quim, her thighs closed against the sides of my head, and she almost swooned away with the extasy of her discharge.

I greedily swallowed it, rising completely, taking her in my arms, and placing her on her bottom, sweetly kissing her.

"Oh, what a charming creature you are, my beloved Miss Rozy. I adore you from the sole of your feet to the crown of your head."

"But you, my beloved Alexander, have more than justified my imprudence.

You have given me a joy that I could never have dreamed of.

I am yours, body and soul; do with me as you like. I, too, adore the very ground you tread on."

We continued exchanging the sweetest vows of affection until, seeing my prick rising to its usual stiffness, she said,

"Oh, my darling, you must put this away; it would be most imprudent to continue any longer. Now, let me button it up."

First stooping and kissing it, she put it into my trousers with some difficulty, buttoned me up, and we strolled towards the house.

Our conversation turned on our chance for fresh encounters. She begged that I would not think of attempting anything of the kind the next day, and she would try and arrange for the day after, although my sisters were terribly in the way.

I suggested she should keep me in as when she flogged me, nay, indeed, she should flog me in reality if she liked.

She laughed at my idea but said something might be done in that way as a blind.

So I said, I will neglect my lesson on purpose to furnish an excuse."

"We shall see—we shall see. Meanwhile, remember to be very prudent."

We reached the house; she retired to her room until Mamma returned.

Very kind inquiries were made; she said she had suffered severely from headaches but, on the whole, felt better and hoped that a good night's rest would put her all to rights.

We all retired early; both Mamma and the girls were tired of their drive and shopping.

I had resumed my bed in the little dressing room and went to sleep with thoughts of my delicious day's doings, to dream of re-enacting them with every amorous excess that the utmost lubricity could suggest.