Anonymous - Midnight intimacies

I heard a deep sigh as he saw the abode of bliss which he, the evening before last had never believed the world contained. Just a brief vision and down went the skirts, and soon the bell rang for dismissal.

He loitered in school, came to me with a lesson as the rest filled out, and we went down the street together. He asked if he might come to me that evening. I said, glad, dear, but for one thing. Some thing happened to you last night, do you know what it was? He flushed and said he had thought he guessed what I meant that his jewels had poured out what I called the “cream of love.”

“Just so, Harold dear, and it might do you a lasting injury to drain them too much at such a time, as they are now merely in the formative stage. This is Thursday, and Saturday afternoon will soon be here, and that day my mother is going on a trip to Statington, so we shall have all the afternoon to ourselves. Won't that be ever so nice to wait for?”

“Oh, yes, dear, sweet Mary, anything you plan is good and nice for me. I'll think of you all the time, and please do again what you did for me to day, will you?” he said. “Yes, dear, I will gratify you, for I note you are careful and discreet, and I know you will be always so about me, so we are to be two jolly friends together, you can give me bushels of pleasures with that little fat ivory cock of yours that I need so much, and you can get oceans of bliss from my body, can't you dear?” His response was “Dear Mary, I never hoped, in all my life, for the wonderful happiness you have given me. Every wee bit of your body is a spot of bliss to me, and I want to kiss you, oh, all over every wee tiny place of it, everywhere. To day, when you sat so I could see up your clothes, I just wanted to run to you and kiss that dear little pouting thing that hides so cutely between your nude, round thighs.”

I laughed, and told him he was becoming a real lover, to which he said, “So I shall ever be to YOU!” I gave him a smile that spoke volumes to him. At a parting in the street, he right gallantly raised his cap to me so gracefully that fully showed all the good breeding and care with which he inherited from his refined parents. I cannot tell of every time I had with him, or with anyone, but will recall special times. Friday, I gave Harold more than one good glance up my thighs, turning to sit on one cheek only and let the other hang over the seat so he could see both globes plainly and the little pad of love bulging out beneath them. It must have looked more lovely thus surrounded by all those swelling rotundities of thighs and bottom, which only pressed the lips outward.

Saturday afternoon found me with him at one o'clock. The Blinds were drawn on the first floor. We went to the living room, where was a sumptuous lounge, I laid on it, leaving the next move to him. He asked it he was not to see me as before, I smiled and said, “My little gallant I am refusing you nothing, take what ever you desire, do to me and with me whatever you wish, I shall gladly surrender my body to all your whims.” Kissing me attentively he began at my neck and took the pins out, then opened my buttons. Soon he had my bodice open and could get at the milky globes that stood out so proudly and solidly to meet him, quivering at each of his found touches. Having relieved the depths of his feelings upon these twins, he proceeded downward. He got the skirts unhooked and pulled down, I raised my bottom to allow them to slide over it and off my feet, I wore no panties. I must have looked tempting as I stood up before him in my corsets, shoes and stockings which came half way up my thighs.

My form showed to advantage thus, with the upper part of my thighs naked in their whiteness as contrasted against the black silk stockings, the corsets gripping me by my narrow waist bulged my naked bottom out to its full glory, and in front, my tits being held up smugly showing the upper two thirds all naked. At sight of me thus he ravenously kissed bottom, cunt and paps, — stroking me here, there, everywhere, putting fingers into bottom or slit at will. He seemed to pay more attention to my bulging bottom cheeks, for he'd seize them and spread them wide open, then let go suddenly and watch them quiver as they came together. He opened them and held them thus while he knelt down and inserted his tongue into the little recess. My, how that did make me squirm and thrill to the very heart which was beating madly. He got up and stood a few steps away from me and asked me to turn about slowly and to keep turning all the way round so he could see the beautiful Venus in modern dress as he called me, of course I did so, — charmed with the pretty allusion to the pretty goddess of love. After a few moments of posing he took off my corsets, but left my chemise on. He now pulled down his white pants to his knees, sat on the lounge and asked me to straddle over him. I got over him with a knee resting on the outside of each of his thighs and supporting myself on the lounge. My thighs were thus well opened, my cunt just above his stiff ivory cock. He gently put a hand to each cheek of my bottom and told me to lower myself down on him so my cunt would meet his cock. I soon found it filled with his charmer, I then worked my body up and down that dainty shaft as he held my cheeks wide apart.

Cometimes, he'd release one hand to fondle my titties, but always kept one hand roaming over my hind globes or sticking his finger into it.

He saved his strength and did not spend into me, though he made me do so once. We now got up and I began to undress him. Oh, the delight of undressing a neat, sweet faced, stocky, refined boy! As each charm of his appeared I'd pat it. His cock was as rigid as iron but as hot as fire, and as smooth as silk. He moaned with pleasure as I touched the end of it. It throbbed violently and then stood still as a rigid piece of wood for a second or two, then danced again with its throbbings.

Gently I moulded his dear balls in their silk-like pouch, ran the tip of my finger up under his bottom to his inlet and just inserted the tip of it inside the twin globes which he clutched on my hand. In bending over to remove his pants I let my titties brush against the head of his cock, which brought a suppressed murmur of joy from him. I now had him completely naked and knelt down before my little god and sucked his cock with my arms about his slender waist, or I'd put that wonderful shimmering bottom of his. I did not suck long as I did not with him to spent yet, much as I would love to drink his precious fluid. I wanted to reserve if for my hungry pussy.

Another idea came to me as I said to him, “Now, dearie, much as I do not want to do this thing to injure you, I think just once will not hurt it, and I want to see the cream jet out and see just how it does look like.” He put his arms about me and said, “I'd love to have you do it to it with your own soft hand, Mary dear.”

I sat down on the lounge, took him on my lap and played with it. I then thought it better to let him stand between my legs so I could feel his bottom while I jerked him off with the other hand. It simply fascinated me. He held first one then the other breast, moulding the tips so nicely, then he'd bend down and kiss me ever so sweetly on the lips. He stood up straight again, at my request, so I could have the full benefit of the full smooth roundness of his bottom on my hand. I slid my finger into the little tender hole, and with my right hand now worked on his cock rapidly. Soon I felt those powerful cheeks clutching tightly on my hand as the river of love began to course on through the root of his cock till it gushed forth in strong jets across the floor for several feet. But only a few drops were thus wasted, for at once I had his cock in my mouth and sucked the sweet liquid in its career. My! but how his bottom did churn and grip my hand, as he pushed his belly out. I cried out, “Oh, look, Harold, quick, there — there it goes — your love juice, see it?” He only saw the first jet, the rest I caught my mouth.