Anonymous - The loves of a musical student

"I'll take a sip of nectar from your lips first!"

Passion now was beginning to rise, and under its influence I glued my mouth to hers. Emma was no novice in these affairs, and opening her mouth she ran her tongue in between my lips till it encountered mine.

In a moment I was like one on fire. I trembled and became hot and cold by turns. As for Emma, a soft flame of desire beamed from her dark eyes. Her lips were riveted to mine. Her breasts heaved with an ungovernable agitation. She looked at me and hot sighs expressed the intensity of her fever and her wishes. I lifted, her up in my arms, bore her to the bed on which I laid her, and then commenced stripping for the rich feast that was before me.

I must have been unusually slow in disrobing myself, or else my fair companion must have been unusually impetuous, for she sprang from the bed and with her own hands assisted me in unbuttoning and throwing off my garments.

As she looked upon my nakedness a perfect frenzy of lust appeared to take possession of her. Not one of our former love sports was omitted.

My phallus was plunged into her mouth and sucked with delirious ardour. My tongue dived into her bush, reveling in its familiar task.

Anon I stretched myself at ease between her legs, strained by her naked arms against her swelling breasts, I felt the quick beating of her heart as I goosed her with furious intensity and a new relish born of our long abstention.

One act of love now followed another in quick succession, and so powerful was the sensual charm exercised upon me by the superlatively randy doings of my present bedfellow that at last my piercer seemed to acquire a permanent erection upon which repeated emissions had no material effect, and whether throbbing under the luscious caresses of her velvet mouth and twining tongue, or held as in a vice by the eager nipping of her pussy, continued to pour forth its pearly treasures into either delicious receptacle with impartial volume and unflagging enjoyment.

In the midst of our raptures someone knocked at the door. Emma and I looked at each other in dismay.

We remained silent and after a few moments the knock was repeated.

"Who can it be?" I asked. "Your husband?"

"No. He is twenty miles from here by this time."

A few moments later and we heard footsteps retiring from the door.

The footsteps were so light that I felt convinced they were those of a woman.

Emma, as I perceived by her looks, was of the same opinion.

"It must have been Bessy," she said in a whisper.

"What could she want?"

"I cannot guess. But it matters little. Now that she is gone let us resume our enjoyment! Can you spend once more? Ah! what a lover you are!

So! your stick in my mouth and your tongue in my oracle: there's just one other place where there is room for a finger-that's it! A little further in, please. Now push your darling muscle down my throat and work away to your heart's content. I will hang on to it with my lips and twist my tongue round and round it as it slips in and out. Pass your tongue over the lips of my snuggery first, and then plunge it in as deep as it will go. Let me feel your mouth all over my park. Suck it with might and main as I will suck you. Keep back the finish as long as possible, but when it comes let your tail lie buried in my mouth and spend your soul upon my tongue, as I will spend mine upon yours. Now my lips are upon the rosy head! Your tongue please, beloved! One, two, three! Go!!"

A long compulsory silence followed, broken at last by short feverish cries of rapture as with mouth and tongue pressed upon the respective objects of their attention we received each other's tribute of love with ecstasy unspeakable.

It wanted but an hour or two of daylight when, tired and spent out with my night's enjoyment, I withdrew from the arms of the equally exhausted Emma and proceeded to my chamber.

It was quite dark and I could not see an inch before me. I threw off my clothes and feeling my way to the bed threw myself upon it.

I had scarcely lain down when my ears were saluted by sighs and low breathings. They appeared to come from someone near me, and cautiously stretching out my hand it touched the silken garments of a woman. Astonished, I got up slowly and grasped my way to the mantel for a match. I soon found one, and having lit it quietly approached the bed.

Judge of my astonishment on discovering that the stranger was no other than Bessy.

She had thrown herself even without undressing upon my bed. Her hair was disordered. Her face was very pale and wan. Traces of tears were plainly visible on her cheeks. An expression of mental agony was impressed upon her somewhat ruffled brow and around her halfcompressed lips. Her whole appearance indicated that she had spent a night of mental suffering, and at length wept herself asleep.

I could not look upon her pale features without emotion.

"Ah!" I murmured, "I have wrung her loving heart with jealousy and, by my folly, caused her to shed bitter tears. Still she loves me. I know it-I feel it. Have I not had the most convincing evidences of it? And how have I treated her noble and self-sacrificing affection? She, who gave up all for me, too-her husband, her children, her honour-aye, even her pride! forgetting even her jealousy! And how — how have I treated her in return!" — I felt humbled and ashamed and, hardened as I was in libertinism, I could scarcely look upon her without blushing.

Just then came the memory of the evening before-the strange voice that I had heard in her chamber; and the words too, "I have but a thousand pounds to offer you!" At these recollections I staggered and, almost boiling over with jealousy, I threw away the now consumed match and dropped upon a chair beside the bed.

"But how," I muttered, as reason came at length to my aid, "if she had concluded to give herself to another-to that d-d profferer of the thousand pounds-how then came she here?"

This was a question that could not be easily answered. Still, it was plain that if she did not still love me-and love me, too, with an intensity which enabled her to set even pride and jealousy at defiance-she would not have so far forgotten herself as to come to my chamber.

"If love had not been stronger than pride, yea, stronger even than her jealousy," I muttered, "she would not have been the one to make the first advances towards a reconciliation. And, far from seeking me, she would have left it for me to seek her and apologise for my infidelityfor it was I who committed the first wrong!"

And now in coming to my chamber, in seeking me out, it was plainly evident that she felt that she could live no longer without me, no longer without a reconciliation.

As for the stranger and his thousand pounds, she could doubtless satisfactorily explain them away.

With these thoughts my heart softened towards Bessy.

Meanwhile her breathing appeared to be growing more and more uneasy and her sighs became deeper and more frequent.

"Poor girl!" I murmured, creeping into bed beside her, "all is forgotten-all forgiven! Your sighs henceforth shall be those of rapture, of perfect happiness-not of misery. From this hour I cancel all ties whose continuance would give pain to your loving heart.

Delia-Emma-all, all shall be henceforth forgotten; there shall be no more delinquencies, no more desertions, no more infidelities. I give them all up, from this hour. For your heart, my Bessy, is loving, pure, and true-your affection deep, trusty, and noble. I'll trifle with you no more. Henceforth, we are one. And not as a mistress only shall I know you-but as a wife-my honoured wife!"

I had, unconsciously, given utterance aloud to my thoughts, and a moment later the meeting of two soft arms around my neck-the pressing of two heaving breasts to mine-the glueing of two warm, glowing lips to mine-joyful cries and tears of rapture-told me that I was heard and that what I had uttered was appreciated by as true and loving a heart as ever beat in the breast of woman.