Part 7 (1/2)
Phoebe was all smiles as she answered my rap at the cottage door. ”Oh, Master Percy, how you have grown, and how's your Mamma--I hope she isn't ill?”
”No thanks, Phoebe, I heard you were not quite well, so made up my mind to walk over with some new-laid eggs and a bottle of wine for you and a cake for the girls; where are they?”
”How kind of you, Master Percy, who could have told you that? I'm all right, and the girls have gone to see their grand-mother at Becton and won't get home much before dark, so I'm alone; no-one ever comes so see me. Thank you so much. Won't you come in and sit down for a rest?”
”That I will, Phoebe, and I feel done up carrying that basket. You might draw the cork and give me a gla.s.s of port, and a drop will do you good.”
The cork was soon drawn, and she drank to my health with her ”Best respects to you, Master Percy. How you have grown, I shan't like to kiss you now.”
”Why not, Phoebe, what harm can it be? I have often sat on your lap and kissed you when my mother was here, and I mean to again.”
”Oh, no, it isn't proper only with little boys. They're harmless you know; now you're so big you must only kiss your young lady sweetheart, or Mamma, or your dear aunt, Miss Gertie.”
”But you must give me one, or I shall feel quite a stranger. What harm can it be?”
”Well I don't know any harm, and you're a dear, kind boy to think of us, as you have, but I mustn't do it again before any one,” as putting her gla.s.s down she stood up and kissed my cheek, and would have sat down again; but my arm was round her waist in a moment, drawing her close to me, my lips kissed hers, then her cheeks and lips again.
”You only gave me half a kiss, Phoebe, I must have a proper one,”
pus.h.i.+ng her back on her chair, and seating myself on her lap. ”This is how I want it, just as you used to do. Now kiss me nicely.”
Her rich-colored face crimsoned, and I felt her splendid bosom heave with emotion as I fairly glued my lips to hers, and tried to push my tongue between her lips, and one hand tried to get inside her neck-kerchief.
”You mustn't, you wicked boy. What a flutter you have put me into: now get away do, Master Percy. You ought not to kiss me like that.”
But she only struggled faintly; my hand slipped inside her bosom and felt those still lovely firm orbs, as her heart palpitated and her lips gradually relaxed till my tongue fairly met hers tip to tip.
”Ah, you rogue! how bad you make me feel,” returning my caresses, and rubbing one hand up and drown my back, as if she only wished she dared put it in front.
”Percy, Percy, Master Percy, for shame, don't be so rude,” as I suddenly placed her hand on my big p.r.i.c.k which I had let out of my trousers. ”What a size for a boy of fourteen, and I believe you know a lot.”
”Yes, Phoebe, I know what 'c.u.n.t' and 'f.u.c.k' mean; shall we have a game?
We're all alone, and it is so nice--you have made me feel wild.” I was now raising her skirts and soon had my hands up a splendid pair of thighs, fit for Venus herself, and quite innocent of drawers, as a delightful aroma of c.u.n.t made me feel still more randy. Separating her legs, as she lay back in the chair, I could see what a splendid white skin she had, and the lips of her c.u.n.t just peeping out from a profusion of almost black brown hair. Not a word pa.s.sed between us as I tried to get into her, but I could hear the heavy breathing and the almost audible palpitation of her heart. I was a little awkward, but her hand helped me to go straight: the head of my eager p.r.i.c.k got in, and, she pus.h.i.+ng herself forward, I progressed upwards within the folds of her v.a.g.i.n.a and found myself at full length in one of the hottest c.u.n.ts I had yet felt. ”Wait a moment, don't hurry, dear; let me enjoy it--this is a treat, Master Percy. I couldn't help myself, but it is so awfully wicked you know.”
She kept me like that for quite five minutes, the inner folds of that amorous c.u.n.t of hers pressing and nipping the head of my p.r.i.c.k, her arms were tightly clasped round my back, so I could scarcely move, whilst her lips seemed as if they would eat mine, and her tongue was regularly f.u.c.king my mouth.
”Let me f.u.c.k you, Phoebe, you're making me come. I can't stop it, dear.
Ah, oh! There it is shooting up you. Can't you feel it?”
”Yes, yes, I'm spending too, Percy, you love; what a grand p.r.i.c.k to hold in my c.u.n.t--Peter's isn't near so big--you fill me up so beautifully, besides he only f.u.c.ks me on Sundays; he is too tired to do it during the week. Will you come and see Phoebe as often as you can?
Now f.u.c.k me well, you dear boy.”
Without losing my stiffness, I went on drawing right out to the head of my instrument and pus.h.i.+ng it slowly in again, which soon drove her quite wild.
”Faster quicker, f.u.c.k hard, darling!” she almost screamed, and as I did so with all my force, she lay back and gave quite a neighing squeal in the excess of her lubricity. I came again at the same moment. So finished my first f.u.c.k with the splendid country woman, who was indeed a rough jewel in her way. She would not permit any more just then, so I took leave of her after we had kissed each other's parts, and she made me promise not to be long before I called again.
All the way home my p.r.i.c.k was very troublesome to me, I had not had enough; it repeatedly stood stiff so that I could hardly walk, and I think it must have been that, like many quiet women who seldom think their c.u.n.ts require a bath, she had treated me to rather too much essence of woman.
Mamma made me read to her and Auntie after dinner till it was time to retire. My morning's adventure, as I thought over it and all the possibilities it promised for future pleasure (not only with Phoebe, but also her three girls) now roused me to a state of quite furious l.u.s.t.