My Darling Mistress Mrs. Donald

Keeping up a slow in-and-out movement with my prick, excited by so many points of lascivious friction, she spent most of the time before I was prepared to join her.

Her head sank back in the ecstasy of her discharge, drawing away from me and leaving my mouth free.

I instantly dropped it upon her other firm and elastic bubby, at which I sucked away, pushing my prick as far as possible into her cunt and leaving it there, without movement, to enjoy the rapture-giving pressures of her delicious cunt, slowly passing my hand up and down her still sufficiently indurated clitoris.

She lay for some time in the luxurious enjoyment of the position, then once more sucking my lips, she thanked me over and over again for the pleasure I had given her, heightened as it was by knowing that it had not exhausted me.

I began to move slowly in and out, keeping up my movements at the other points of excitement. She was ready in the instant to second me, and as she meant this time that we should spend together, she left nothing to desire.

Her movements were of the most exciting and stimulating description, and we were not long before the ecstatic moment arrived, and we sank in the lap of luxury, pouring forth streams of ecstatic bliss.

We lay close, locked in the most delicious embrace, only conscious of unutterable joy.

It was some time before we could venture to break this exquisite trance of enjoyment.

It was followed by the sweetest toyings and prattlings, until again my delighted prick, stimulated by the internal pressures of the luxurious sheath in which it had remained engulfed, again awoke her scarce-slumbering passions to dash on pleasure's heavenly course.

Again, she spent before me with, if anything, increased rapture, and, after a pause, renewing her lascivious movements in response to my own, we sank in a perfect death-like swoon of thoroughly satiated lust and gradually and imperceptibly fell into the deepest slumber for many hours, locked as we were in each other's arms.

Her wonderfully retentive power of cunt held my happy prick like a willing prisoner through our long sleep. I awoke first to find it standing stiff within the charmed circle, which, even in her sleep, was deliciously grasping with its nervous folds. I passed my hand down to her clitoris and began fucking her.

She heaved her bottom up and down and murmured some incoherent words, evidently still under the influence of sleep and probably dreaming of some former events, for in her half-expressed murmurings, I could make out something—

"Honey—my only—ever loved one—meet again—oh! how ineffable—how exquisitely delicious. Do push it in—more faster—beloved of my soul."

She clasped me with a hug, as if she would make but one body of us both, and spent it with a scream of agonized delight, pouring down and spurting out a perfect torrent of boiling spunk all over my cods and thighs.

"Dearest, beloved Honey, it is too much," she uttered, and she fainted away.

I lay quite still, determined not to speak until she should come to herself. It was evident her dreams had brought back some former loved and happy man, and no doubt the fact of my being in full possession had made her believe in the reality of her sleeping thoughts. She was quite a quarter of an hour before recovering her senses; daylight had broken, and she looked around in a sort of alarm and exclaimed,

"Where am I?"

Then her eye caught my face.

"Oh! My darling Alexander, it is you! I have been dreaming of being far away, and, I suppose, the fact of your dear weapon throbbing within me made me think of former events. Well, the dream had its pleasures, if only in a dream."

"It was no dream, my dear Miss Donald, or at least, only partially so, as far as regarded your loved Honey—for that was the name you applied to me, and most deliciously did you embrace me under the idea and die away in an excess of pleasure I quite envied; but you alarmed me by really fainting afterwards. I am so pleased to have turned a mere vision of the night into ecstatic reality, and I am not at all jealous of your former lover, because had you not had any, you would, probably, never have loved me. Oh, no! I should never be jealous of you, my dear mistress. I would even like to see you in all the ecstasies of passion, in the arms of another, provided that I should share in your delights."

She listened in astonishment and acknowledged that she had imagined herself in the arms of one she had greatly loved, had thought the whole affair was a dream, and was not conscious of its absolute reality as to her being fucked.

"Well, I must have mine now; feel how it is bursting for relief."

"Yes, yes, the dear fellow, push him away, my Alexander, and you will see, I shall enjoy the real Alexander quite as much as the dreamt-of Honey—of whom I shall some day speak to you. You are worthy of him and of me—and I fear I shall love you as I do him, far too dearly."

Then, lending herself to the work we were doing, she did indeed exert all her lascivious power, and we enjoyed such a fuck as seldom falls to mortals here below. We lay prostrate and panting with satisfied lust, and until prompted by the urgency of our natural wants, we were both obliged to rise and relieve ourselves. My darling mistress then used her bidet and told me to leave my parts in the basin, as it was not only cool and refreshing but also reinvigorating. After which, as it was now broad daylight, she allowed me to pose her and turn her in every position so that I might admire and handle every part of her superb form.