Pauline, The Prima Donna E-Book

Wilhelmine Schröder-Devrient

• Herausgeber: Erotic eBooks
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2012

Beschreibung

"Pauline, The Prima Donna" is a classic Victorian erotic novel, published in 1898. It contains graphic sexual descriptions and themes.

"Pauline, The Prima Donna" is the apocryphal memoirs of the german soprano Wilhelmine Schröder-Devrient.
After her death a volume entitled "Aus den Memoiren einer Saengerin", purporting to be her erotic memoirs, was published in Germany in 1868. In part it is a plausible account of her sex life, though various discrepancies with known facts have led many to doubt its complete veracity. Many erotic adventures contained in the volume, however seem to descend into complete sexual fantasy. These include the authoress indulging in erotic extravagances, before she had reached the age of 27. Whether true or not, this work is Germany's most famous work of erotic literature, many times reprinted sincce 1898.

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Pauline, The Prima Donna

Or Memoirs of an Opera Singer

Wilhelmine Schröder-Devrient

Pauline, The Prima DonnaOr Memoirs of an Opera Singer 1898Wilhelmine Schröder-DevrientThis ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with.If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should purchase your own copy.First edition 2012

Chapter 1

My dear friend:

It gives me great pleasure to inform you that I have received your letter and am happy to know that you sometimes think of me. I am delighted, too, to know you are enjoying such splendid health.

Really, my dear, I thought you had quite forgotten me after all these years, but I see you haven’t, and I am glad. Yes, I am very happy and contented, and I have retired from professional life. I intend to devote the remainder of my days to travel and ... well, you know my great weakness. It is strange that you should ask me to write my memoirs just when I was about to write them for myself, and now I believe I shall do so. And I hope you will enjoy reading these pages as fully as I have enjoyed them in the flesh.

Well, where shall I start? At the very beginning, I suppose-all careers have a beginning somewhere, you know.

Up to and including my eighteenth birthday there is precious little to tell, so I shall skip over that; it has nothing to do with this tale and would-I dare-say-be rather tiresome.

I knew nothing of love, except, of course, the love one had from a parent, and the pets I had. So I can think of no one thing which might be called responsible for the strange and delightful life I have led. To sum up the whole thing, I guess I was born for love! How could it be otherwise when it has been the one ruling passion of my whole life?

Love! Yes, that was it, and believe me, I have had my share.

There are very few things concerning my early life which I think would be of interest here. I was an only child. We lived in a pretty little home, and in my childish way I was happy. I never had to attend school like the other children. Father provided a private tutor, and an ugly old witch she was, too. She was very strict with me, and I can well remember how she used to scold me when I romped about the gardens with my pet poodle, telling me it was vulgar to show one’s legs; nor could I visit with the other children who passed our home.

It was this very strictness as much as anything else, perhaps, which led my active mind into other and stranger channels.

I guess she was what we call today a “prude” and I believe she disliked herself. So you see, I was kept in close confinement, as it were.

But, with all her faults, she was a very learned person, and I have many, many times profited by her teachings.

Mother was very kind to me, and I always had the things I craved.

Father earned a wonderful living for us; he was a skilled mechanic, inventing many optical items used to this day, and for which he received a great deal of money.

When I received a scolding from my teacher, I would run to Mother for soothing and kindness, to say nothing of her kisses. But she had implicit faith in my tutor, telling me I must mind her as she knew best.

I must tell you of a little incident concerning this strange woman. At the far end of the gardens there was a tiny lake, and one day I asked permission to wade in it. But my tutor was horrified! The very idea was scandalous!

I suppose I am no different than anyone else; had she allowed me this simple pleasure, I am sure nothing would have come of it, and what happened as a result of what I did wouldn’t have happened at all.

Having been deprived of the pleasure, I promised myself that, unknown to her, I would do that very thing!

The next afternoon I watched for my chance. On the pretence of taking my poodle for a walk, I slipped away and ran to the pond. It seems to be a human trait to lust for that which is denied us. Whether that is true or not I do not know; I do know, however, that I yearned for that pond as I had never yearned for anything else in my life.

The poodle, nearing the pond and thinking it quite natural, ran into the water. Standing there watching him splash about made me all the more eager to partake of this pleasure, and the more I watched him the greater the longing became.

It’s a strange thing that such a simple thing can lay the groundwork for one’s whole career, isn’t it? Yet, such was the case. Had I been allowed to wade at the time I asked my tutor, everything would have passed as before; now, standing there knowing I was contemplating something forbidden made the desire all the more pronounced!

I had never been in the water, and as I stood there contemplating the pleasure my poodle was having, I was taken with the idea that I, too, would like to splash about in it.

Making sure no one was about, I stripped off my slippers and stockings, and holding up my already short skirt, I waded in. The water felt delightful on my feet and ankles, and for minutes I stood there. I wanted to go in deeper, but, as I have said, I had never been in such a large body of water and the thought frightened me.

The next day, however, I tried it again, and this time I mustered my courage and went in to the bend of my knees. It was wonderful! I did this twice more before I was detected by my ugly tutor who ran to Mother with the startling news that I had wilfully disobeyed her!

Again I cried, and again Mother consoled me and made me promise to always obey my tutor.

A week passed, but my desire to wade was as strong as before. It was Sunday. Tutor had left for the day. Father, too, was away, and Mother was busy about the house. Knowing I would never have such a favourable chance again, I raced for the pond! Naturally, I had gotten over being timid, and this time I was quite daring!

Knee-deep no longer interested me. Besides, there was something delightfully naughty about the feel of the water on my legs! What it was I didn’t know, of course; I knew only that it was the most wonderful sensation I had ever felt, and the deeper I went, the greater the sensation!

I went deeper and deeper. Then, to my dismay, I found the lace at the bottom of my drawers was stiff and soaked, and that the legs were wet halfway up! I was frightened! I knew Mother would be furious if she discovered this, but my desire for the feel of the water was overwhelming. I hurried up the bank and removed the offensive garments, and after spreading them to dry, I hurried back into the pond! Free, now, of the troublesome things, I waded out, and this time the water lapped at my cunt! Oh, what a thrill it was!

I mention all this to show you that in my innocence I knew nothing of myself. I knew nothing of the thrills one might enjoy through the medium of one’s cunt. So, of course, I didn’t know that I was experiencing that first spark of young womanhood which comes to all girls. All that I was interested in was the fact that it felt so nice I thought I was in heaven!

The heavenly feeling seemed to centre deep between my thighs.

Wondering what it could be, I put my fingers there, only to find the strange sensations increased, for my fingers had come in contact with that tiny sentinel which guards the abode of bliss and which, until that moment, I never knew I had.

It was, as you may have guessed, my clitoris, that little jewel of an organ that was to play such an important part in my life in the years to follow!

Do you remember, my dear, how you used to love lying with your face between my legs? And how you delighted in kissing and tenderly sucking that tiny red tongue, as you called it? Well, it was that same tiny morsel I found that day as I stood hip-deep in our little pond. So, do you realize now what an important part my ugly tutor played in my later life?

I was frightened as well as happy, and as I dried my dress before returning home, I promised myself many more wading parties in that little pond. You see, I thought the water was responsible for those strange and heavenly sensations I had experienced.

And that, dear friend, was the very beginning of a life of utmost pleasure.

Then came a change in my life, and I found myself temporarily deprived of the pleasure of wading. It’s just as well-I might have become an addict to that dreadful practice known as masturbation!

About this time, it was discovered I had a most unusual voice. I had been singing in Sunday school, and our music teacher often spoke of the wonderful future in store for me. I accepted these compliments gracefully, and I continued to attend to my music. Then one day my choirmaster visited our home and spoke for some time with Mother. I learned that he had discussed with her the unusual quality of my voice. Mother spoke with Father about it, and it was decided that I should receive some formal training.

Then followed four months of intensive study. I practiced faithfully and soon it was learned that my voice was far beyond anything my instructors had even conceived. It was suggested that I be sent away where I might study under masters, and thus develop what they termed my good fortune.

But Mother and Father refused to listen to this. They did, however, consent to hire a private music teacher. As this change necessitated the removal of my other tutor, I was overjoyed.

I expected another old witch, of course, but anyone would have been preferable. I praised the good Lord when she finally packed her belongings and left.

For a few weeks, I was quite alone. I had no tutor, my only studies being that of music. I attended Sunday school daily. Also, I had plenty of time to run about the gardens, and you may rest assured the little pond came in for its share of attention. I bathed there every day. Sometimes in complete nakedness, at others partly so, but always my little cunt came in for its share of fondling.

As the days slipped by, I began to take notice of my breasts. They grew larger and firmer and rounder, and as my fingers caressed them a thrill swept over me. I noticed, too, that my legs seemed rounder and more firm. And there was something else. I noticed that the hairs about my cunt grew darker and darker, and thicker and thicker.

I found also that I experienced more and more thrills and that they became more and more pronounced just before and just after my “sickness.” I didn’t know what caused this, but I wasn’t to be left long in the dark, as you shall see.

One afternoon about this time, Mother informed me that she was expecting guests. It seemed the “guests” were her niece and the niece’s husband-to-be, and since they had long promised to visit us, they took it upon themselves to do so before their marriage. The following day they arrived, bag and baggage. Since these two young people were to furnish a spectacle that prompted and hurried me upon my career, it is no more than right that I describe them here. The girl was about twenty and very pretty. She was shapely too, and her complexion was superb; all in all, one might sum her up as beautiful.

Meeting such a girl in later years, I would have promptly put her down as one literally dying to be fucked. Five years later, when I became a lover of women’s charms, I invariably chose just such a girl, for the simple reason that she was animate and would comply, willingly, with my every request.

Her lover was equally good looking. Five feet eleven, very handsome, slightly dark with wonderful eyes, I fell quite in love with him. They seemed devoted to each other and were seldom out of each other’s sight.

Now, it must be remembered that I was just approaching young womanhood-that period in a girl’s life where so little is required to ignite the spark of passion. I remember that when I came near this man I would blush, and hot flashes came over me, thrilling me to the core.

Both were very nice to me, and as I recall it now, this man often cast longing glances at me. Had his future wife not been present there is no telling what might have happened, as I am sure I would have welcomed him to my arms.

Life is a strange thing. A thief is forever finding something to steal, a drunkard is forever being offered wine, and so it was with me. I have already said I believed I was made for love. I repeat it now. It was as though temptation was forever being thrown in my path.

Let me explain. A day or two after their arrival, I had taken my poodle and started off for a walk. At the far end of the gardens, and not far from the pond, there was a little summerhouse.

As I neared this, I heard someone laugh and recognized the voice as that of the bride-to-be. My poodle had bounded off to his favorite swimming place thinking, of course, that I would follow; but another idea popped into my mind. Why not creep up and frighten them?

As I neared the tiny building, however, I delayed my surprise attack. I heard something of what they were saying, and my curiosity being aroused, I listened. My heart was beating wildly; I knew it was an evil thing to eavesdrop, but my shameful curiosity had the better of me.

My eagerness to hear was further aroused when I heard my cousin say: “Oh, please, dear, wait until tonight; we can take a walk up the road and then you can have all you want!”

I wondered what it was her intended wanted. Thinking it might be something good to eat, perhaps, I crept closer to the window and found I had a clear view of the interior. What a sight met my eyes!

They were standing in the centre of the cottage. Their arms were about each other, their mouths were joined, and they seemed lost in the affectionate embrace. Then their lips parted, and they stood for a long moment staring into each other’s eyes.

“But, darling,” he said, still clasping her in his arms, “it’s been almost a week since I’ve had anything! I’m bursting for it! Here, feel for yourself.”

Then, as I stood there breathless, my eyes fairly bursting from their sockets, he pulled open the front of his trousers! His great tool came out!

It was thick and stiff and heavily veined, and at the top was a glistening pink bulb that seemed near to bursting.

“Here,” he said, placing her hand on it. “Feel how hard it is, dear! Please!” Then, clutching her in a tighter embrace, his lips met hers in another clinging kiss, her hand now working up and down the pokerlike thing she held in her hand! For one breathless moment, I watched her as she toyed with that thrilling organ. Then something else occurred: His arms, which had been clasping her, now slid down. His hands clutched the firm cheeks of her bottom! My eyes staring, I watched as he slowly drew up her dress! Up and up! Now it was at her hips!

Suddenly my mind went back to my old tutor! She was forever telling me how vulgar it was to expose one’s legs. Yet, here was a man pulling up a girl’s dress and about to expose far more than her legs!

What was more, my cousin seemed to enjoy this freedom! Was it possible, I thought, that this girl liked being denuded in this startling manner?

Truly she must have, for now her dress was well above her waist and the man was toying with and feeling all over her bottom and back, which was entirely devoid of anything like drawers or other undergarments!

I felt the perspiration burst out on my face. My lips grew hot and dry, while a sensation yet unknown seemed to take possession of me. Still the picture lingered. Her hand continued to work up and down his big affair; he continued to play with the naked cheeks of her lily-white bottom!

Again the picture changed. As one, they moved to a broad couch-like seat and here he pushed her down, but not for a moment did they stop what they were doing. He continued to toy with her naked cheeks; she persisted in stroking his iron-hard tool! Her legs fell apart, and at the same time, his hand came from behind her and slid into her now fully exposed crotch! What a picture I was witnessing! Naked from her lush, cherry-capped breasts to the tops of her stockings, her thighs well parted, she seemed to relish the feel of his hand as it toyed with the thick black curls at the base of her belly or slid into the crimson gap buried in its folds!

Her hips were moving and her hand quickened its up and down motion on his shaft. She let go of him as he suddenly dropped to his knees, and, while I stared, hardly daring to breathe, plunged his face into the forest of black hair, kissing and licking her cunt in a frenzy of delight!

I knew nothing of it then, but how many times since have I experienced that delightful thrill of feeling a lover’s tongue exploring the inner cavity of my own cunny! Ah, that young man was an artist; someone had taught him his lessons well.

For a minute, it seemed, he kissed it, and all the time she showed by the very expression on her face that she loved this strange sort of kiss! Her head rolled from side to side, little moans escaped her lips, and her hips thrust up and back in a steady motion. Her hands came down to his head. I thought she was trying to force his mouth away, but I discovered she was holding him even tighter to her! He lifted her thighs to his shoulders, wrapping his arms about her hips!

She was moaning aloud now! She stiffened, then gave a little startled cry as her hips jerked violently. Her eyes were glazed over and she muttered: “Oh” and “Ah” at each new attack!

Then, with an “Oh, my God!” on her lips, she threw her head back. She held herself rigid for fully a minute, then collapsed in an inert heap before him, her hands falling to her sides and her thighs falling from his shoulders!

Wondering what had happened, startled to almost the screaming point, I watched him bring the end of his rod to that lovely red gap he had been kissing! With his hands on her hips, he forced his belly against hers, driving his cock deep into the glistening slit!

I thought he must be killing her, so violently did he plunge it into her!

Her legs came up and about his back, while her arms circled his neck.

They both began swaying backward and forward. Then, with a firm forward thrust, he again drove it into her-just as I plunged my hand down the waist of my drawers and drove a finger into my own cunt! Ah, God! No one can describe the sensation I experienced at that moment as I immediately spent for the first time. My knees trembled beneath me; I gave a gasp, so intense was the thrill!

My finger, thrust to the last knuckle in my burning cunt, was bedewed with the thick starch-like fluid of my come. Streams of it, it seemed, gushed down my hand and forearm! But what’s the use of trying to describe it to you, my friend? How many times have you complimented me when I poured that elixir of love into your willing lips? How many times have you told me I was the best suck you ever had? Who, then, is a better judge than yourself as to the amount I threw off that first time I fingered myself?

How many times have I longed to live over those first thrilling moments of my young life. But I must get on with this first instalment of my story. After the sensations of feeling my finger in my own slit died down somewhat, I brought my attention once again to the young couple. He was still thrusting within her, but his movements were faster now, and the girl was rotating her hips furiously. Just then, her head arched back and she let out a wrenching sob. He also choked back a cry and rammed himself yet further into her. They held this pose for endless minutes, their only movement being the shuddering of their limbs. They became more quiet; her legs slid down from his back, and then, free of her clasp, he withdrew his cock from her. I noticed then that it was but half its former size. He took his seat beside her, but I noted how careful she was not to cover her charms.

Instead, she sat there, her skirt well above her waist, and for the first time I had an unhindered view of her pretty cunt. It was far larger than mine. Its color was deeper and it was surrounded with thick, black hair, while the cunt itself gaped open and a trickle of thick white stuff ran from the bottom and dripped on her skirt.

As her lover seated himself beside her, my cousin lifted her left thigh and placed it across his lap. Then she carried one of his hands to her cunt, and as his fingers divided the red lips and bored into the dark interior, she placed her nearest hand upon his half-limber cock and toyed with it. He slipped his arm about her and kissed her lips with soft, clinging kisses.

Now and then their lips would part and they would say something I couldn’t hear, but at last, when it seemed she was about to eat him entirely with her passionate kisses, she said, “Now, Paul, darling, suck me off again!”

This time, instead of kneeling between her knees as he had previously done, he slid to the floor and lay full length on his back. For a long moment, she stood staring down at him. Then, with a deft motion of her hands, she swept the dress up to her breasts and fell astride his upturned face which disappeared into the thick fleece between her thighs!

Reaching out one hand, she grasped his cock, which was again in a wonderful state of erection, and worked it up and down, not unlike she had previously done. Then, her face wreathed in smiles, she leaned down and took it into her mouth and began sucking it in and out, while Paul massaged her cunt with his tongue!

She pulled back and let her lips lightly caress the very tip of his throbbing cock. Her tongue darted out in butterfly movements, laving the turgid head of his member with her moist kisses. Slowly, she sucked him into her mouth again, this time allowing the length of him to continue its penetration until her very nose rested on his balls. Slowly she pulled away again, sucking with all her might upon his thick tool.

Once she had only the acorn-shaped tip in her mouth again, she sucked even harder, easing the morsel in and out between her lips. I could see the veins stand out from her neck with the incredible suction she was exerting. He freed his mouth from her gaping slit and cried out his pleasure. His fingers replaced his lips and tongue, frantically caressing her as he jerked his hips, burying his engorged cock in her waiting mouth.

I remember wondering at the time what I would do if a man were to place his hand on my cunt, to say nothing of kissing it! I knew I would have died on the spot!

Rising, at last, she turned and kissed his lips, saying, “You darling lover, you! Your come almost choked me, there was so much!”

Again I wondered what could have happened, but it was no use; it was far too much of a mystery for me to solve. I would have remained and watched more had not I been overtaken with another violent spasm of pleasure, and again my hand and arm were drenched with the creamy jism which gushed from me! My head was in a whirl! I was shocked beyond anything I had ever experienced!

I waited to see no more. Quietly I crept away and made my way to the pond. Here, without even the formality of removing my shoes and stockings, I waded in, not stopping until I was tittie-deep! However, after I had been in the water perhaps five minutes, I came to my senses somewhat, and realized what I had done. Knowing I had to face Mother and that I was due for a dreadful scolding, I went my sorrowful way back to the house. Fortunately, I was able to enter without being seen by her! Quickly I ran to my room, changed into dry clothing, and returned to the lower floor without a single soul ever becoming the wiser.

As I opened the door to go out again, the two lovers were walking up the gravel path toward the house. The tranquillity on their faces defied one to even guess at the strenuous exercises in passion they had so recently indulged in. Despite my innocence, I marvelled at this, for even the cool water of the pond had failed to quench the fire that raged within me.

Naturally, I was anxious to again witness those strange scenes between the two lovers, and shortly after dinner I was fortunate enough to see them again slipping off to the garden, where I was sure they would repeat their banquet of love. But just as I was about to follow them, a girlfriend entered the gate and came to me. She, like myself, was taking singing lessons at the parsonage. Being something of a pianist, she thought we could rehearse at home while she played. My chance of again witnessing the lovers’ duet was, of course, out of the question for the time being.

Do you understand now, dear friend, how I was being led into that carnal path from which there is no turning back? Is it any wonder that I became the rage of all Europe? Do you wonder that I was the talk of every city I visited?

But do not think for one moment that I am complaining of my past; I am not. I have been far too happy in my life to even think for a single moment that I have done wrong. Nor has it given me the slightest moment of regret as to whose company I kept, and I am sure that goes for the future, too.

That I believe I was born to love I can prove in a few brief words.

Consider for a moment the young man who chooses Art as a profession.

Some little thing has, perhaps, inspired him to paint. He takes up the study, and what happens? From the very first he is thrown in with painters-artists, we call them-and their instructors and fellow students.

Everything is art in his life. He sees it, lives and breathes it and, so, in a few years, he becomes an artist; at least he’s called one.

Take the case of the student who takes up medicine. In college, he hears nothing else. He attends classes, sees surgeons operate; his mind becomes imbued with surgery. And so, he in turn becomes a surgeon.

Do you see what I mean?

Very well, then. Instead of becoming a painter or a surgeon, I took up the study of love-and all because I was reared in the very arms of love and lust.

Let me tell you of another delightful scene I witnessed, and this right in my own home. I had been assigned to another room, mine having been put to the disposal of one of our guests. It happens that this room adjoined the one occupied by Mother. It connected with hers by a door, over which was a transom. There was another entrance to my temporary room, but this led to the porch. I mention this door since it’s to play a role in the scheme of things.

That evening at dinner, I remembered that the following day was Mother’s birthday. After supper, the lovers suggested that we gather great bunches of flowers with which to decorate the house. I readily agreed. So, the following morning, we three were out gathering the multicoloured buds, and by noon the house had been gaily decorated.

Accompanying the lovers-as I choose to refer to them-was never a bother, for I was treated to many thrilling sights. Indeed, they seemed to have gotten over the idea of hiding their lovemaking from me, and many times during their stay, I saw Paul’s hands slide up beneath my cousin’s dress. The day we gathered flowers was no exception. They toyed with and petted each other at every opportunity, and by suppertime, I was sure I was to witness another episode of their thrilling lovemaking. But in this, however, I was wrong; if anything went on it was after I had retired to my room.

But I wasn’t to be deprived altogether. All evening my parents seemed gay and happy (a rare thing, I might mention), and as I went to my room, something seemed to prompt me to look into theirs. On the porch was a short stepladder, which Father used in trimming the bushes and vines. I carried this into my room through the porch entrance. Placing it against the door leading directly into their room, I climbed it and discovered I had a splendid view of the interior through the glass of the transom. The room, however, was vacant; they had not yet arrived.

Taking advantage of the interval, I quickly undressed and donned my nightgown. Then, just as I was ready to again climb the ladder, I heard someone moving about in the next room. With heart beating wildlyfor I had never before spied on anyone except the lovers-I climbed the ladder.

Father was sitting upon the side of the bed removing his shoes and stockings. He was gazing raptly at Mother, who stood before the mirror taking down her hair. The upper part of her splendid body was covered with only a chemise of sheer linen, and since it was cut quite low, I had a splendid view of both her full, firm titties almost to the nipples.

She had unhooked her skirts, and these hung about her rounded hips threatening, it seemed, to fall from her with every movement.

All this I took in at a single glance. Then I turned my gaze to Father, who had finished his disrobing with the exception of his drawers and was sitting on the bed as though waiting for Mother to finish her undressing. I had never before seen a man as near totally naked and was surprised to see the profusion of black hair on his chest. It seemed to cover the whole front of his body and disappear down into his drawers. In the meantime, Mother had finished with her hair and had turned, facing Father. She asked if she shouldn’t put out the light, but Father answered, “No, dear, it’s seldom I have a chance to view your beautiful body. So as long as this is to be in honour of your birthday, let me have you completely nude.”

Mother laughed a little. Then, with a toss of her head and a slight shrug, she pushed the little straps from her shoulders, allowing both the chemise and her skirts to fall to the floor. The next moment I saw, for the first time in my life (for my cousin and her lover had always worn this or that odd bit of clothing), a stark naked woman! And what a picture she was! In all my travels, I have never seen a more beautiful woman naked!

Quickly she moved to the bed, as though ashamed of her nudity, and placed her arms about his neck. They kissed, not as the lovers had during their lovemaking, but soft, clinging kisses, such as I had never seen before. All the time one of Father’s hands wandered all over her body and thighs, she lending herself willingly to his every touch. His hand slid down into the thick fleece above her slit, where it toyed for a few seconds, then dropped between her thighs. For a moment Mother held her legs together and then, as he reclined her on her back, she allowed them to fall loosely apart.

Since she’d been sitting on the side of the bed facing me, I had a wonderful view of her full-fledged cunt! For a minute or two, he played with it, and then he suddenly stood up and let drop his drawers.

As he turned to place them over the back of a chair, a sensation of the sheerest delight swept over me, for his stiff cock stood out from his belly like a bar of iron!

I had but a moment to view the wonderful bobbing thing, for a moment later he turned his back again and settled down upon the bed. Here they lay kissing each other for several moments! Then, as though he could no longer stand it, he quickly mounted her beautiful body! It was the same as I had already witnessed between the lovers, only instead of rushing about the business at hand, everything seemed to be deliberate and done with care.

First he applied the velvety pink head of his thick cock to the lips of her cunt; he hovered for long seconds, rubbing the head of his throbbing shaft around the lips of her pussy. She let out a soft moan and shook her head from side to side. He worked the head in a little way, wetting it with her now-flowing juices. He pulled the tip of his cock back out and again caressed her soft lower lips with it. Having excited her till her breasts were heaving and her breath was coming in short gasps, he then began forcing it into her, driving and pushing until it was in to the hilt! Like the girl in the summerhouse, Mother raised her legs and clasped them about his middle, and then the fucking began in earnest! Sighs and kisses were exchanged with the same freedom as those of the lovers, but their action seemed to lack that fire and fierceness I had previously witnessed.

But, like all lovemaking sessions, this one ended like all good fucks should end. Mother twisted and squirmed as Father shot his boiling sperm into the innermost recesses of her trembling cavern. Both lay for several minutes as though dead. Father was the first to move. As he relieved her of his weight and dragged his diminishing piston from her cunt hole, I could see the same whitish fluid running from the bottom of her crack as I had seen in the summerhouse. Mother’s pussy, though, seemed to be larger and gape further open. At that time, I was anything but a connoisseur of feminine charms, and my first impression was that Mother’s cunt seemed greatly inflamed. But this was due, no doubt, to her age and the fact that I had passed through those soft portals.

For a few moments, she lay there panting. Father, too, seemed in great need of rest, for his cock had fallen to but half its length and was hanging down between his thighs. Then Mother arose and went to the dresser to get a towel. Returning to the bed, she first dried his drooping shaft and then her cunt. This done, she seated herself again. She leaned over him and began kissing his lips, and then she suddenly changed her position.

Now she devoted her attention to his limp member, toying with it and caressing it. Then, in answer to something he said and which I couldn’t hear, she bent down and took the end of it between her lips and sucked it!

Now, I haven’t given you a hint as to my own feelings as a result of watching this strange and exciting affair, and this is because I can find no words to convey my meaning. I had drawn up my nightgown, and as Mother took the end of Father’s cock between her lips, I put my fingers between the lips of my pink little virgin slit and diddled myself notvery- expertly until I bathed my hand with another prolific dose of my girlish juice. Because I hadn’t drawers on this time, it gushed down my thighs unhindered. I so lost control of myself that I slid down the ladder and lay in a heap on the floor in a near exhausted condition.

Remember, again, that I was rather young at the time, and found it rather trying to withstand the rigors of continually masturbating.

Later, however, I managed to crawl into bed where I fell into a troubled sleep. It was troubled only in that it was filled with the most wonderful cocks in the world, and though I fought frantically to grasp one that I might use, the wicked things eluded me with the most surprising energy.

As long as I can remember, I never saw my parents kiss each other again, nor did I ever see them repeat their actions in bed, though I watched several times hoping for another performance.

I have often wondered if that little affair hadn’t been something which took place only on special occasions-like a birthday! What a shame if that was indeed the case!

Another strange thing about it was that the next morning neither of them seemed to show the slightest hint of the wonderfully thrilling party they had experienced the previous night. But, after all, hadn’t it been the same way between the lovers when I saw them after leaving the summerhouse?

Chapter 2

A few days after this, the lovers returned to their respective homes, and I was again left to my own reflections. I spent many hours going over the wonderful things I had seen.

I hinted in no uncertain terms to my girlfriend as to these wonderful revelations, but she would blush and turn away as though she didn’t wish to discuss the subject.

And so for two whole weeks I was left alone. The pond no longer lured me, and there’s no telling what might have happened had not Father returned with my new music teacher.

I don’t know why, but I was suddenly taken with the idea that I didn’t want another teacher. I had been alone so long that the thought of another ugly old woman to pester me was sickening. I realized my days of freedom were over.

Very well, I thought, if I’m to have another teacher, why not have one more romp at the pond? There was no one to watch me. I hadn’t seen my new teacher as yet, since she had retired to her room immediately upon her arrival. I hurried to the water. Pond lilies were in bloom and the surface of the water seemed covered with them.

Then another idea occurred to me: I recalled the thrill I had experienced that day I entered the water fully dressed! Why I had gotten a thrill out of this I have never been able to determine; I know only that the thought persisted! Making sure no one was about, I plunged in! I had long since become used to the water, and I no longer feared it. My skirts floated up about me as I waded deeper and deeper, and in less time than it takes to tell it, I was in to my neck. I had a wonderful time. I thought this was probably the most dreadful thing I had ever done in my life besides my eavesdropping. I knew Father would punish me if he discovered that I had gone near the pond, much less in it, but I didn’t care! The water felt delightful on my body, and I sported about in it for nearly an hour.

I was a sorry sight, indeed, as I climbed out, but I had gathered some lilies and I was happy. Quickly I stripped off my wet clothes, squeezed the water out of them, and spread them to dry. Then, stark naked, I entered the pond again. I had often gazed at my nude charms in the glass since seeing my mother reflect on herself that way. Now, as I stood there in the clear water, I discovered that by standing quite still I had a clear image of myself.

I noted her same hips and legs and breasts; I noted, too, the same coloured hair at the base of my belly and the same cunt, though I wasn’t nearly as developed as she.

Finally, after my clothes had dried, I wandered back to the house to meet my new teacher. I expected another old hag. Imagine my surprise when I saw, sitting upon the porch beside my mother, one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen! Here, instead of an ugly woman, was a perfect beauty, not a minute over twenty years old, and when I say she was beautiful, I mean just that. Not only was her face beautiful, but she was beautiful all over. As you will find a little later, I got to know that beautiful body in every detail, and the more I knew that girl, the more I delighted in kissing and petting her.

At table that evening, I couldn’t keep my eyes from her; I must have acted the dummy indeed. I could eat only a little. Both Mother and Father chided me about it, but I passed it off saying I didn’t feel just exactly right. Had Mother known my thoughts at that very moment, I would have been horsewhipped and Vera would have been driven from our home.

After dinner, however, I had a chance to further admire that beautiful creature. Mother suggested I show her about the place, and a moment later, Vera and I were walking through the gardens.

Her hair was a deep brown color; her cheeks were rosy red and her full lips were like ripe cherries, while her teeth, white like the snow of early winter, were even and firm. I noted her swanlike neck and the narrow, slanting shoulders, and I admired her dainty ankles and tiny feet. All this I saw that first evening as we wandered about the gardens, but I was to see more of her a little later.

I was to see her beautiful legs and thighs; her full, rounded hips and bottom-cheeks; the slender waist; the full, firm breasts with their tiny pink nipples; and above all I was to admire the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen, even to this day!

That first evening, when my hungry gaze was limited to her facial charms, I fell desperately in love with her! I was overjoyed at this sudden turn of events! I laughed and cried in turn. I danced all about her, picked flowers and forced them upon her and, I guess, made a fool of myself in general. But I just couldn’t help it; I was that happy.

Though she noted my actions, she paid no attention to them. Her only reaction was to take me in her arms and kiss me as tenderly as a mother would kiss her only child, and I felt that we were to become the most wonderful friends.

Later that evening, she told me that we were to become lovers at heart.

Of course, it wasn’t necessary for her to tell me that: I was already her lover at heart.

Ah, how little did I know then what she meant by that remark! Oh, God! What pleasures I had in your arms, Vera!

Years after, while basking in the arms of another woman, I always fancied it was Vera’s charms passing beneath my lips ... it was Vera trying to satisfy my endless craving by offering to my hungry lips that pearly nectar with which she was so plentifully endowed!

I remember only too well that first night in our garden. We had wandered to the summerhouse, that same summerhouse in which I had witnessed those strange scenes between the lovers. There, seated upon that same couch, she took me in her arms and kissed me! Perhaps it was due to the great influence the summerhouse had over me, or perhaps it was my love for her, but whatever the cause, I gloried in her kisses.

Not only did she kiss my lips, but also my cheeks, eyes, and even my throat. Her kisses were far different than any I had ever received before. When kissing my mouth, she would quite cover mine with her own, while the tip of her tongue would caress the inside of my lips. She did this a dozen times, I guess, each time a little more deliberate, and each time sending a delicious thrill through me until I thought I was literally dying of pleasure.

Looking back at that night, I am convinced I would have been an easy conquest for her, for she had instilled a strange thought within me.

Though I had never heard of such a thing, I was taken with the idea that I wanted to kiss her all over! I wanted to do something dreadful to her! Something naughty! But in my innocence, I could not think of a single thing to do.

A few moments later, we rose from the couch and retraced our steps. I led her by the pond. Somehow, I felt free with this wonderful woman. I felt so free, in fact, that I told her of my delight in wading in the water, and how my former tutor had forbidden me from going there. Vera laughed at this. Then she told me I might wade whenever I so chose, but that I must be careful since I was now in her care. She made me promise I would never wade there unless she was with me. To this I solemnly agreed.

Later we sat upon the porch, and here again I came in for a lot of kissing. But Vera was clever. She knew only too well how easily she might spoil it all by hurrying matters with me, and she would stop kissing my lips just when I was feeling the best.

She wished to know all about my studies-how far I had advanced; in fact, she wanted to know all about me, and many of her questions I thought strange and far from the point. I wanted her to hear my voice, but she refused to let me sing in the night air, at least until my voice got stronger and settled. In later years, I realized how correct this was when I saw any number of girls ruin their voices by abusing them.

Later that evening, she took me to her room, and here she allowed me to assist her in unpacking her trunk. I saw things I had never dreamed of-all sorts of the finest underwear, dozens of pairs of the finest hose, several beautiful nightgowns, and several dressing gowns. One would never have guessed this girl had to teach music for a living, for her wardrobe was equal to that of a princess.

That night before I retired to my own room, she gave me another of those clinging kisses. How it thrilled me!

The days which followed proved to be a perfect paradise to me. Never in the least did we tire of each other. We were always together.

Mother, too, had the utmost confidence in her, and Father never gave us a thought. And so my love grew and grew.

One afternoon, about a week after her arrival, we discovered that both Mother and Father were going to the city on business, and as soon as they left, I suggested we go to the pond and wade. Vera was willing and off we went. Happy in the thought that I could do as I chose in the matter, I stripped off my slippers and stockings and began paddling about, while she sat upon the grassy bank and watched.

Becoming used to this, I ventured out further. Vera, seeing that the lace of my drawers touched the water, said, “You had better pull them up, dear, or you will wet them.”

I did this, but I found I still lacked something. I wanted to go in naked.

But I thought Vera would never approve of that, and right there I lost an excellent chance with this beauty. She told me later how seeing my naked legs thrilled her.

You see, my friend, how I dwell upon all this? It isn’t that I wish to tire you; it’s simply that I delight in relating every little item of our conversation, and the strange things that led to a much clearer understanding between my music teacher and me. It was, I believe, the most wonderful period of my whole life; at least I thought so at the time.

I recall how I asked her to remove her slippers and stockings and come in with me, and how she declined, saying she was “unwell.” This required considerable explaining on her part. She asked me how old I was and when I told her, she explained the whole business.

I had come out of the water and was sitting beside her, and I couldn’t help but thrill when she explained to me all about the “periods” a girl experienced once every month. She told me I was passing into womanhood, and I’ll never forget the way she looked into my eyes when she told me I must be getting to be quite a full-fledged woman.

And there was another splendid opportunity gone. Little did I know she was waiting for me to make the first suggestion of something more intimate.

The afternoon passed and we returned to the house for dinner, only to find that my parents had been detained in the city and would be unable to return until the next day. Left by ourselves as we were, we found it much more convenient to converse on the porch, and you may rest assured we took the opportunity to cuddle in each other’s arms.

She suggested that we retire. I agreed, though I would have rather remained there on the darkened porch and enjoyed more of her clinging kisses.

Our rooms were separated by only a narrow hall, the doors being opposite one another. She said, “Since we are so alone, dear, perhaps we had best leave the doors ajar-then I can hear if you call me.”

I thought this a splendid idea; we could talk to each other as we undressed. I couldn’t be satisfied away from her, even in sleep!

I recall how quickly I undressed and donned my nightgown, and how I crept to her door. I wanted to see her undressed! I’ll never forget the thrill I had when I peeped into her room! She was standing before her mirror, taking down her hair and arranging it for the night. Nor was that all. She had taken off everything but her little undervest, an extremely short and transparent little garment, and this was furled up over her splendid behind, leaving her naked from well above her hips to her heels!

What a thrill that was. For long moments, I stood staring at her. Her legs, hips, and buttocks looked beautiful to me, but it was as nothing compared to what happened a moment later. Raising my eyes, I discovered that she was looking directly at me, though she was still looking into the glass, and had been watching me for some moments.

Then she turned, resting her palms on the edge of the dresser. She was naked in front, more so by far than her rear, for the tiny garment she wore was cut so low I could see her naked breasts!

Speechless, wonder showing in my eyes, I stood there gazing at her beauties, but my eyes were even more riveted upon the patch of hair that almost covered her beautiful cunt! It was Vera who broke the spell.

“Naughty!” she whispered, beckoning me toward her. “Why do you stare at me so?”

Rushing into her outstretched arms, I said, “Oh, Vera dear! You are so beautiful and-and I love you so!”

“Silly little girl,” she cooed, kissing me again and again. “I’m not one bit more beautiful than you!”

We were almost of an equal height, so we found it quite convenient to reach each other’s lips as we stood clasped in one another’s arms.

Evidently Vera knew the time was ripe to carry her caresses further, for she said, “You are beautiful, dear, but you are unfair!”

“Unfair?” I asked, startled.

She nodded. “Of course you’re unfair. You are so covered while I am so uncovered.”

“You mean...”

Again she nodded. “Why not stay here with me tonight,” she breathed, kissing me lovingly and squeezing me in her arms. “Then, too,” she went on, “it’s so warm, and-and, well, we could sleep without anything over us!”

Again our lips met and clung. Then, pushing me away, she let drop her tiny garment. Forcing it down over her full, rounded hips, she let it drop to the floor, the tiny thing laying like a bit of fluff about her feet! For a long moment I gazed at her, excited as I had never been before! Then her hands drew the little shoulder straps from me, and while I stood as though petrified, she dropped my nightgown to my feet, leaving us both stark naked!

“Isn’t this so much nicer?” she asked, leading me to the bed, seating herself on the edge, and drawing me down beside her. “Wouldn’t you like to spend the whole night with me?” she asked.

I remember the strange light in her eyes as she hugged me close to her breast, and the flushed cheeks which fairly burned mine, but I thought this was due to the pleasure she anticipated in having me with her the whole night.

“Oh, darling,” I cried, kissing her again and again, “I’d love it!”

Rising, she quickly doused the nightlight, while I scrambled into her bed. She followed me quickly, taking me in her arms and kissing my lips, cheeks, eyes, and throat! Not satisfied with this, she buried her face in my hair, this little act quite forcing my face down to her swelling breasts and upturned nipple-buds. The moonlight shone directly across the bed, giving me a perfect view of her lovely orbs as she pressed them against my face! I wanted to kiss them, and I don’t know why I didn’t.

“I could eat you with kisses!” she cried, coming back to my lips again and fastening her open mouth over mine with the most maddening kisses she had ever given me. “Don’t you just love it?” she asked.

“Oh, Vera,” I answered, hardly knowing what I was saying, “I love you so!”

Taking it for granted that I was hers, she pushed me on my back.

Leaning over me, she kissed my face and throat! She kissed my titties and mouthed the erect nipples, while little shivers of maddening delight dominated my very soul!

“I love you so,” she cooed, sliding her hand up and down my back and gently patting the firm flesh of my bottom. “I could eat you alive with kisses!”

“Oh, Vera,” I answered, “I am yours to do with as you like!”

“Then lie still, my darling,” she instructed, coming up over me and again kissing my lips, “and I will give you the most delightful thrill you have ever had!”

And the next moment, she started kissing me all over, while one of her hands played with the thin moss about my cunt. I was in a heaven of delight! I couldn’t lie still! My bottom moved on the linen sheet, my hips were set in motion, and all the while her lips swept up and down my body and legs. Not a spot escaped her hungry lips. From my breasts to my feet, her lips rained kisses. For several seconds, she contented herself with my feet, then ran her lips up my legs, to my moist slit which she kissed and tongued in a frenzy of delight!

Circling my hips with her arms, as though to keep me from escaping her, she fastened her mouth to my pussy, giving me those same openmouthed kisses. Then, as my thighs fell loosely apart and I grasped her head between my hands, she drove her tongue into me! The feeling was wicked but delightful. My mind was reeling with the flood of emotion that overtook me. Her tongue swirled about, the fine soft tip delving within the tiny slit, then stroking up and down between the lips.

I felt the same sensations I had felt when watching the lovers! I realized I was going to come, and I tried to tear her face away, but she held me in a tight clasp. And then it happened! Now, instead of trying to force her face away, I held it pressed tightly to me. I no longer thought it dreadful to kiss one’s cunt! I recalled how the lovers did it. I remembered how Paul had feasted his lips on my cousin’s cunt. I pictured Father sucking Mother’s pussy. Now here was a girl doing that very thing to me! The thought was maddening!

Arching my hips, I held her pressed tightly to me. I spent in waves, my cries matching hers as she felt the very essence of my soul flowing into her mouth-and then I fainted.

How long I lay thus I do not know, but when I opened my eyes, it was to find Vera lying partly upon me. She was tenderly kissing my lips. One of my [...]