was to think she was the first to cull the sweets of my
innocence, and how happy to find so apt a scholar, who in one sweet
lesson became a master of the art. The more I gained experience of the
charming sex, the more I appreciated the wisdom of the counsels of my
really first and ever loved mistress, dear, charming, lovely Mrs.
Benson. How truly she had foretold that all who might hereafter think
that they were giving me the first lesson in love would doubly, trebly,
a hundred fold enjoy the sweet intercourse from such self-deception.
Here was my fiery Miss Frankland, who had had considerable experience
in the amatory world, pluming herself upon instructing an innocent
youth in all the mysteries of the passions for the first time. It
evidently added immensely to her excitement. Indeed, in our
after-conversation, she avowed that as it was the first time she had
ever taken the maidenhead of a youth, so it had been the greatest
degree of excitement she had ever experienced. I might fancy her
delight at finding combined with such a satisfaction a wonderfully
well-hung youth, and who proved so apt, and so equal to every luxurious
whim that the most erotic lust could suggest. But I digress. At
present, her magic touch had brought me up to bursting point, she threw
a leg over me, and raising her body, said she would help herself this
time. Guiding my prick to the wanton lips that were longing for him,
she sank slowly down on the stiff pole on which she was so delightedly
impaling herself, until our hairs were crushed beneath her weight, and
nothing more could be engulphed. She again rose, until the edge of the
nut showed itself at the mouth of her cunt, and then as slowly sheathed
it again. She continued this exquisite movement for some time, to our
delicious mutual enjoyment, then falling down on my belly, and telling
me to pass my arm round her bottom and finger her as before, she glued
herself to my lips, our tongues interlaced, and shot in and out of our
luxurious mouths; our movement grew fast and furious, until we again
sank in all the luxury of the last grand crisis. It was the very act of
voluptuous rapture, and we lay lost to every sense but that of erotic
ecstasy and satisfied lust. When we recovered our senses, she lay down
by my side, cuddling me most closely, and toying and prattling, until
she thought we had paused long enough. She slid her hand down to my
prick, and very quickly, by her delicious and delicate han