Anonymous - Pauline

That day we walked through the gardens. Coming to the summerhouse she told me she was obliged to go to the city that afternoon, but that she would return in time for dinner. This made me sad; I didn't want her to go away, even for an afternoon.

"I know what's the matter with you,” she said, pushing me over on my back and kissing my lips. “You think I don't love you-is that it?"

I nodded my answer, for this was just what I thought.

"Very well,” she continued, slipping one hand underneath my dress and patting my thigh, “just for that, you lie still and I will show you, my dear!"

Dropping to her knees, she raised my dress and pressed her face into my crotch. She rubbed her nose through the sparse fleece covering my cunt, inhaling deeply. Suddenly, her tongue darted out of the beautiful mouth and into my slit. She worked her practiced tongue up and down and side to side until not one inch had gone untouched. It was heavenly! I thought I was dying from sheer joy and happiness, but there was even more pleasure in store for me. The motions of her tongue slowed and the section of her attention became more and more concentrated. Soon she was concentrating exclusively on the small ridge of flesh above my now-dripping hole. Opening her mouth, she sucked that little jutting bit of flesh between her lips. Warmth spread throughout my center and I gasped with the overwhelming sensations she caused. With an uncontrolled sob, I felt everything give way and explode. She lapped at my streaming cunny for long minutes, so great was the amount of juice I gave her!

The fact that I had done nothing since that first night accounts, no doubt, for the unusual volume of pearly nectar I gave her. It must have been voluminous, because she told me it was! Indeed, I must have been a very unusual person in my younger days, my friend. I have had any number of persons-both men and women-tell me the same thing.

I well remember a very handsome Hungarian gentleman who delighted in kissing a girl like that. Wealthy, he kept a dozen girls for that very purpose. It was their sole duty to hold themselves in readiness at all hours of the day and night, that they might be ready at his beck and call. He told me he had chosen these girls from scores he had tried, and had chosen them from the others because they were prolific “spenders.” Then came the startling information: It was to the effect that I was even better than any of those he maintained in his castle, and to prove it he gave me a diamond necklace.

Later I told him of my first music teacher, and he asked me to get in touch with her for him, that he would give her a thousand marks every time he had her that way.

After I had had my pleasure, I wanted to give her the same, but she put me off; she told me she had just come “sick.” I insisted that she had told me that when we had first visited the pond, but she said she wasn't unwell that day; she simply told me that so she wouldn't have to go into the water. She preferred to lie on the bank of the pond and watch me wade. However, she promised me no end of pleasure as soon as she returned from the city.

It was a surprisingly long day for me after she left. My poodle and I wandered all over the place. We went to the pond, romped in the wood, but in spite of that, time hung heavy on my hands. I had taken a seat in the summerhouse, and here I allowed my thoughts to wander back over all the thrilling things I had seen and heard. But it was Vera who held my thoughts. Being separated from her for even a few hours was nothing short of torture, and I couldn't get my mind off her or that dainty little cunt of hers-that beautiful object I had so come to love and adore!

Oh, how I loved it! There hadn't been an hour since I first had her that I didn't want to pop my head beneath her dress and suck her! Having seen the lovers together, and having seen him suck her, I naturally thought it the most normal thing in the world. I recalled how in return she had taken his cock into her mouth and sucked him.

But hadn't Mother done the same with Father? I could feel my face burn with blushes at the mere thought of allowing a man to do that to me! Still and all, it must have been quite nice; both women seemed to have enjoyed it. I recall how my cousin had thanked her lover for “coming” so profusely in her mouth!

Certainly Vera had “come” in mine. Then I wondered if men did it in a girl's mouth the same way? This mystery must be cleared up at the earliest possible moment; I would ask Vera as soon as she returned! Surely she would know all about it.

Vera returned about dinnertime. I could hardly wait until I could get her alone, and shortly after dinner, she told me to wait for her in the summerhouse as she had to take care of herself before joining me there.

I knew, or thought I knew, what she was doing; she was bathing herself. She wanted to be as neat as possible, since she was going to allow me to feast on her luscious sweets. She didn't know it, but I would have preferred it if she wasn't quite so particular about herself. I had come to love the deep, penetrating odor of her person. Years later, I came to love this more and more; there is something delightful about the odor one gets from a pretty girl's cunny.

In the very midst of these strange thoughts in the summerhouse, Vera came to me. I thought her even more beautiful than when I had last seen her, and I sprang into her willing arms and covered her face with kisses. But alas, I had forgotten all about her “illness."

Sadly, she wouldn't allow me any liberties, even when I hinted that I wanted her to kiss and caress me. She put me off, telling me I must be patient and wait until she was entirely well, and then we would have another wonderful party.

The following day, when Vera's period had come to its end, Mother informed us that she and Father were obliged to go to the city again and would be unable to return until the following evening, possibly the day after. I remember how sincere she was when telling me how nice I must be to Vera; that I was to obey her in everything, do as I was told, and be a good girl generally.

How well I remember the expression that came over Vera's face at hearing Mother tell me all this! I saw her catch her lower lip between her teeth-a habit she had when excited-while the deep color came into her cheeks. Indeed, she showed me in a dozen ways that she was overjoyed at the prospect of being alone with me for a whole night and day, and you may rest assured that it was a dreadfully long time before my parents departed. I could hardly control myself, I was so filled with wicked desires!

How we got the dishes washed and put away I do not know; but at last they were finished and arm in arm my lover and I hurried to the music room.

And now, my friend, I am afraid you are going to doubt what I am about to tell you. I know you will call me a liar when I relate to you the various things that happened that night. But as God is my judge, every word is the gospel truth. Not only that; I am going to relate it word for word, as near as I can recall it.

As I said, we hurried to the music room, and though I was partly aware of what was to happen, I was hardly able to start putting my thoughts into practical use. It was different, however, with Vera.

She knew all about what was going to happen; as she told me afterward, she, too, had been looking forward to that night. I can remember every detail as though it were but yesterday. First Vera pulled all the shades down. Then she arranged two lamps so their light would shine all over the room. Then, when everything seemed to her liking, she turned to me. Taking me in her arms, she kissed me again and again.

"You really love me, dear?” she asked.

I nodded my answer; I couldn't find words to tell her how much!

"And you wish to make me very happy?” she continued.