thin 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
even a greater pleasure than the more active state of delight we had
been to. 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
engulphed. It had gradually resumed its pristine firmness, and was now
at full stand, throbbing impatiently for further combats. I began to
move. Miss Evelyn said--

"Oh, my Charlie, you must cease, my dear boy; we must not only be
prudent, but 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 to 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 Evelyn so imploringly
beseeched me to cease for this time, and pointed out how necessary
prudency 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, and 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 had tried to resist, saying--

"Charlie, 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 and rising completely, took her in my arms