>>7353222
Oh wow, Trips! The Gods of Get have truly blessed my endeavour!
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I sat down on the bank to enjoy this unexpected voluptuous treat, when
suddenly I was startled by a breathless exclamation of: "That's my
book! Oh, give it me back, Sir; I must have dropped it as I passed
along here, a short time ago, and ran back to find it."

"Your book, Miss. I was just looking to see if there was any address in
it, when I saw what it was about. Excuse my looking, it was done quite
innocently, and your secret is safe with me."

Realising at once the shame of the thing, she gasped for breath,
flushed crimson, and then turning pale as death, fell fainting at my
feet, before I could catch her in my arms.

Reclining her against the mossy bank upon which I had been sitting, I
rubbed and chafed her hands, squeezing her fingers quite painfully, in
order to bring her to herself, but for several minutes without success,
as there was no chance to obtain either water or brandy in such a place.

Presently she murmured "Fuck me! Shove in into me! I want it all--I
must have it now;" and a succession of bawdy expressions, quite
shocking from the lips of such a young girl, as she could not be more
than seventeen, at most.

It was incredible she could be so depraved, but it seemed a striking
confirmation of what a doctor once told me, viz, that even the most
virtuous girls often use frightfully obscene words, when recovering
from a fainting fit.

Anyhow, I resolved not to take advantage of her, and behave honourably
to her.

Fucking Whiteknight!
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As she came round a little she opened her eyes with the question: "Oh!
where am I?" And catching sight of me holding her hands so tightly, all
her shame returned to her in quite an overwhelming sense, and bursting
into tears, she cried so bitterly, it was a long time before I could
reassure her.

Promising to keep the secret of her book, I only asked one thing, and
that was that she would not avoid me, and allow me to see her again.

This of course led to a close friendship between us; I lent her a
variety of voluptuous books, and she let me have the manuscript to copy
for my printer, but would not impart to me how she came by it, saying:
"Some day, perhaps, after I am married, then I will let you Fuck me,
and tell you all; it will not be long, my wedding is fixed to come off
in two months time; I'm a virgin and mean to be so till I have my
husband, but have to thank your forbearance that dreadful day when, you
found my book, and did not take advantage of the situation. I both
respect and love you for it."

She would permit me every familiarity but the one thing. We Frigged,
Sucked, and enjoyed every other pleasure, both abroad, and in my own
rooms, where she would visit me, having perfect liberty, living with an
old nurse of hers; so not a soul in the place knew anything about
either of us.

When we parted it was, "Au Revoir," and some day I may have more to
tell.

Main part, Part 1/?:

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

How well I remember my early days, almost to babyhood when it was
always the care of my beautiful mother to bath me herself every day;
there was also Mary my nursemaid, but when Mamma had to be away at any
time the supervision of my bath was delegated to her sister. Auntie
Gertie, a pretty girl of sixteen or seventeen.

Till six or seven years of age I slept in a cot in my parents' own
bed-room. Papa was a very dark fine handsome man, Mamma equally so, or
much more beautiful to me, had lovely golden hair and deep blue eyes
full of love for me in every glance.

I can just remember one day when Mary and Auntie Gertie were giving me
my bath, I thought they were looking at my little spout, as I said
saucily: "What are you looking at, Papa has got such a big one."

Amongst the tricks I used to play on my nurse was one of suddenly
running up to her and raising her skirts in fun, so one day when Mamma
was bathing me, I suddenly said, "Mamma dear, Mary has such a lot of
hair at the bottom of her belly;" making the poor girl blush crimson,
as she explained my tricks to Mamma.

Another time to Auntie Gertie: "You should see my Papa hug my Mamma
like a bear in bed."

After this my cot was removed to the nursery, as Master Percy was
getting too observant.

Part 2/?:

What romps I used to have with Mary; then when I was about eight or
nine years old, I often would insist upon sleeping with her, always
creeping inside her night dress, to nestle close to her soft warm flesh.

I would kiss her titties and pretend to be a little sucking pig, as I
played with her belly even as low down as the hairy part, which she
always resisted my handling by keeping her own hand over it.

Often her motions were very curious; I fancied she was rubbing herself
between her thighs, and she would finish with deep sighs and what
seemed to me a tremulous shudder; generally she would also kiss me
ardently.

Time passed on and I was growing quite a big boy. Somehow Mary and
myself seemed instinctively to avoid ever mentioning our bed-fellow
games; as far as I was concerned, there seemed something too good to be
told, even to Mamma.

I must have been nearly twelve when Mary had to go home for a few days,
to nurse her mother, so Auntie Gertie took her place in the nursery.

She saw me to bed about eight o'clock, and then went away, leaving me
awake, wondering if she would let me get into her bed. Bye and bye I
heard her enter the room, so pretending to be asleep, closed my eyes as
she came to look at me, with the lamp in her hand. "What a beautiful
boy, if only I dared!" I heard her say softly to herself. Then placing
the lamp on a table, she came again to the bedside, and imprinted a
warm kiss on my cheek, then another and another. Opening my eyes in
apparent surprise, I threw my arms round her neck and gave her back
kiss for kiss; this went on for quite a minute or two, till she said,
laughing and blushing at the same time: "What a silly, spoony boy you
are, Percy; I thought you were asleep."

Is anyone reading this?

Part 3/?:

"Oh, no, Auntie Gertie, dear, I do love you so, and when you kissed me
I could not help paying you back; don't you love me a little?"

"Now go to sleep, there's a good boy, I must go to bed myself, put your
head under the clothes, if I catch you peeping at me, I'll whip your
bottom, that's all;" drawing the sheets up over my face. "Now keep like
that, till the light is out."

If I could not see, my ears listened till I heard the well known ripple
of her water in the chamber pot and out of shame impudence whistled,
the same as I had heard the groom do to Papa's horse when he wanted it
to piss. Sudden darkness.

The sound of that rushing stream electrified me; sensations I had never
experienced before coursed through my veins, my little pego hardened of
it's own accord, so jumping out of bed, I exclaimed: "Auntie, I must
give you a last kiss, how funny the noise of your pee-pee has made me
feel, I am all of a tremble, just feel me," winding my arms again round
her neck; she seemed only too willing to return my eager kisses,
drawing me to her bosom till I could feel the firm palpitating orbs
pressing against my breast.

"Come into bed, and cuddle me, Percy, I feel so chilly to night," she
whispered.

Only too pleased I nestled myself by her side, still kissing and calling her my loving Auntie.

Part 4/?:

Fate had ordained I was to lose my maidenhead that night, young as I
was. Her hand passed all over me, caressing every part, and she freely
abandoned her bosoms to my impassioned kisses.

Presently her hand wandered down to where my stiff standing pintle was
throbbing against her belly, her hand closed upon my staff, which felt
to me bigger and bigger every moment, and must even then have been a
good six inches.

Not a word passed between us; she glued her lips to mine, almost
sucking my breath away and altogether seemed in such an agitated state,
that I was nearly frightened; still I felt only too pleased, as she
held my affair in her hand and slowly passed her fingers up and down,
up and down, drawing back the foreskin each time. Somehow she gradually
worked me into a position between her legs as we lay side by side, then
she commenced rubbing the nose of my machine in a moist sort of chink
embowered in the silky hair at the bottom of her stomach. One of her
arms hugged me round the waist, and presently a soft whisper murmured:
"Percy, push yourself close to me, it's so nice, my darling."

I followed instructions, and hand directing my instrument, it slipped
in somewhere very moist and deliciously warm. She wriggled her bottom
and drew me in more and more at each motion; both her hands now pushed
my bottom each time in response to her forward shoves.

Part 5/?:

The game grew faster and faster; she rolled over on her back, her legs
entwined over my buttocks, so as not lose the little prisoner she had
got in her grot.

"Now Percy, my love, shove in hard and fast, dear, make me come, isn't
it delicious, my boy?" "Oh, Auntie, you dear Auntie Gertie: where am I
going to?" I ejaculated in a delirium of entrancing sensations--"Ah oh!
oh!--what's going to happen, I'm bursting!" and my head fell on her
shoulder as I lay nearly lifeless, all the extatic emotions of the
impulsive gushes throbbing from me, as her grot seemed to grip and suck
every drop of my life, so as to mingle the very essence of our being in
the recesses of what I now know was her womb.

What a grip she kept on me! Something inside of her caressed the head
of my instrument, and the contractions of that moist warm chink seemed
to increase every moment. The folds of her adorable vagina worked up
and down on my delighted pintle in a truly marvellous manner, and for
the rest of my life I have never had experience of a woman so gifted as
she was in that way. I was quite painfully stiff, she excited me so,
and almost before I had realised all that had happened to me, the flood
came again, and this time I could feel she was also gushing out love
juice in response to mine; a kind of rage possessed me, I wanted to
kill her by thrusting my instrument as savagely as possible, but the
more I did so, the more vehement her motions became. She heaved up her
bottom in desperate plunges to meet every thrust, and but for clinging
very tightly round each others' waists she must have thrown me off.

Our mingled fluids spurted all over my bag of balls and flooded our
thighs at every push.

Part6/?:

At length we lay exhausted, but I was still on the top of her, and her
vagina seemed as anxious to retain its working partner as before, but
nature denied me the strength to go on.

"Oh, Auntie, you've killed me, it's gone dead now," as I felt it all
limp and slipping away from her.

"Percy, dear, darling boy, we must go to sleep now, perhaps in the
morning you will be all right again for another game. Only to think,
I've taken your maidenhead, and what pleasure you have given me! Your
father could not do it better."

"Has he ever put that big one of his into you there, Auntie? It must
have hurt you awfully?"

"Don't call me Auntie, call me Gertie; say you love me, Percy, but
never tell what we have done to-night; your Mamma doesn't mind Papa
poking me, if she sees it done; we are sisters you know, and they say
it is all in the family; but Mamma would be mad if she knew I had you
first, so never say a word, and she won't know; but I can tell you a
secret, Percy--she means to have you herself when she thinks you are
old enough; but she doesn't know what a boy you are, my pet; so let me
have you to myself for a little; if you do too much it will kill you;
Mamma and I almost kill Papa sometimes, we want such a lot of poking,
but some nice wine soon gives him strength again. He took my maidenhead
to please your Mamma, who thought she would like to see it done. Ah,
that did hurt: his great big engine bursting into me and stretching
poor Fanny till she was all torn and bleeding. Boys are not hurt like
that, it is only the poor girls who suffer when they lose their
maidenhead. Take my advice, Percy, never let a girl or woman know you
have ever been intimate with another; it is unkind to them, makes them
jealous to think they are not the first; besides, dear boy, you don't
know how delightful it was to me to think I was the first you ever put
into; and only a boy, but what a boy my darling Percy is!" kissing me
with all the abandon of her nature. We went to sleep, but our exertions
so overcame us that we were late for breakfast and had not time for a
game.

Is anyone following this?

I don´t like speaking to an empty wall.

>>7353259
Pastebin and put in a critique thread

>>7353259
I kind of am, but I'm a lurker by nature. Sry.

>>7353259
Are you going to continue?

>>7353373
Nah. It´s hella long. That is, if nobody is interested. If not, I might go on.

Go on, please!

Okie doke op, keep going.