Anonymous - Eveline

"What a sweet thing it is, Count! Does that give you pleasure?"

"Himmel! But ja, Fraulein-it is sehr gut! Mein balls are full up. You make me feel bad to finish der business. I make much mess if I come. What you do now? Ach! Mein Gott!"

I stopped the fingering at once. The Count recommenced to play the piano with his right hand. His left joined occasionally for the effect of a terrible thunder from the bass. Meanwhile, his limb showed no signs of abating its rigidity-or of resigning itself to disappointment. From time to time, his left hand would quit the keyboard to thrust back his envious nether garments-to pull up his fine linen shirt and expose his capacious belly, as white and hairless as that of a young girl.

I was furiously excited. I felt it impossible to make any suggestions. He was too much master of himself to be led as I led others. At length he pulled out his pocket handkerchief. He enveloped his stiff member therein. Poor fellow! It was evidently not the first time he had been thus indulged by a lady pupil. I determined to afford him a more poignant pleasure.

"You had better keep the piano sounding, Count. Do not try to kiss me now. I promise you a sweet kiss before you go. We must be cautious. The portiere is drawn, you see. We have time to arrange all, if only you are prudent. Play some chords. I will give you all the pleasure I can."

"But I burn! I burn! Mein Gott! I am wanting to let off-vat you call it, eh, Fraulein? I am full-mein balls-ach!"

The last exclamation was caused by my removal of the handkerchief. I applied my lips to the tip of his member in a moist kiss. I never embraced a more delicious limb. I opened my lips a little more. I tickled the red nut with my tongue.

"You gif me dis pleasure? You beautiful Fraulein! Ach, mein Gott! Vat you do now? You die me mit der pleasure!"

I parted my lips. I pressed down on the big limb of the excited German. He was trembling with delight. His left hand still ran wildly over the keys. I placed my left hand under his enormous testicles. With the other, I rubbed his member up and down. I sucked-I tickled. He drew in his breath and exuded it in heavy gasps of pleasure. His fat white belly moved responsively. He bared his parts to facilitate my design.

"Mein Gott in Himmel! I go off! I come on! Ach! Ach! Ach!"

His hand dropped upon the keyboard with a horrible discord. His fat face fell forward over the piano. I took the head and shoulders of his stiff affair all into my mouth. It was immediately filled with exuding semen. He discharged abundantly. He nearly choked me. His seed was lovely. It seemed an age before the hot jets ceased to flow.

We hastened to adjust ourselves. The dear Count had his kisses on my dripping lips. He seemed to relish enormously the taste of his own thick sperm. He rolled his tongue into my mouth till I was obliged to caution him to stop.

Count Blunderstein departed. I heard the hall door close. Then I rang the bell.

"Has John returned?"

"He has just come in, miss. Shall I send him up?"

"If you please. He can help me to put away all this music. He can bring up a glass of water at the same time."

I arranged the portiere. I pulled down the blind.

"Come in, John! Quick! Against the portiere and the door. I feel so naughty, dear John. Music always upsets me."

I placed my back against the door. John whipped out his weapon. Robin was beginning to stiffen already. I pulled up all my clothes. I showed him my white thighs-my belly. He stood up close to me. Our bellies touched. My parts were sopping with unsatisfied lust. He pushed his big limb into me at the first thrust. He commenced having me in delicious earnest. In a very short time he seized me by the hips. He strained his body forward. He discharged copiously. Our spasms were shared. He quickly withdrew. He wiped the carpet with his handkerchief. He returned the dripping Robin to his cage. He opened the door, tray in hand. I passed out first. John held the door open. As I turned to go to by bedroom on the same landing, I saw papa coming up the lower flight.

"I heard your music-master go, my child, and knew therefore that your lesson was over. What does Count what's-his-name think of your playing?"

"He approves of it very much, papa dear. He was, I think, quite satisfied with my performance. Our last piece was a delicious duet."

"I want you in my study, Eveline. Come with me-I have no time to lose. I must go out."

We entered papa's study. He shut the door. He bade me sit on his knee. All John's spendings were running down my legs.

"Do you really wish to marry the Earl of Endover, Eveline?"

"Yes, papa, if you think it would conduce to our importance and it suits your views."

"Needless to ask you, my child, if you love him?"

"I love only you, my darling papa. I have no one else to love but you."

"But do you think he would make you happy?"

"My happiness might not altogether depend upon him. I should be free. I should try to do my best to make him happy and to do my duty to him, but…"

"All marriages are not love matches, dear child. This affair is serious. You have a grand position within your grasp."

"I could never love anyone but you, my darling papa. Never- never-never!"

"My own! My sweet girl! My beautiful little Eveline!"

He kissed me passionately on the lips. His and mine united. We exchanged the doves' embrace. Our lips were glued together. He attacked me with his hand. I resisted. My defense annoyed him.

"Not today, darling papa-there are reasons. Let me feel your sweet thing. Is that nice? You are stiff already. Let your little Eveline play with it. Let me kiss it-so. Do I tickle it nicely? Is that nice? And that? Oh, how stiff it is now! Shall I go on? Do I gave you pleasure?"

"It is exquisite, dear child. Go on as you are now doing."

"See, dear, how red it is getting. It wants to come."

I applied my lips. I opened my mouth. I sucked the stiff weapon of love. Sir Edward could not withstand my insidious caresses. Suddenly he pressed forward. I met his thrust, taking the length of him until his testicles tickled my chin. He discharged in my mouth. I received a torrent of his seed-imbibed it all.

"Do you think you will like Eastbourne, Eveline? We are off in a day or two. Mind you take some beautiful gloves and do not forget to bring some very pretty new boots."

"Indeed I will! Eveline knows how to please her darling papa."

He described the pattern and colors of the boots he wished me to wear. He selected exquisite gloves for my use. He was evidently preoccupied with his fanciful and lecherous ideas as to my personal appearance. I sat on tenterhooks. I was all swimming in John's sperm. I longed to go to my room.

Lord Endover called two days after the little dinner. I was at home. His lordship did me the honor to make me a formal proposal for my hand. I asked for time. He was most correct and polite. It was plain to see he was hopelessly in love. He pressed me for an immediate acceptance of his offer. I pleaded my youth-my inexperience. He used every argument he could think of, but I was determined not to decide without knowing more of him. I satisfied him at last. I promised him I would informally consider myself engaged to him, but without any distinct promise to marry him. I told Sir Edward the result of the interview. He expressed his approval. I passed over all his lordship's lovemaking. I thought it very insipid. His visits threatened to become frequent. Fortunately we had arranged to go to Eastbourne. Lord Endover had engagements which prevented him leaving town. The House was sitting. He was compelled to attend. The next day we left for Eastbourne.

"My brother Percy has arrived at Liverpool. He will be in London tomorrow. He comes down to Eastbourne the next day. Papa returns to town to meet him. Lady L is no worse for the journey. Mrs. Lockett and John are left in town. Johnson has been sent down with Goorkha and another. We have secured excellent stables. Our apartments at the hotel are sumptuous and most convenient."