Anonymous - Eveline

"Nature has not been wholly unkind to me. I am strong. I am young. I rejoice in life. I have the means to enjoy it."

I smiled and, putting my left hand on his shoulder, I wrote: "Can you make love?"

"It would not be difficult for anyone to love you. I could die for a girl like you. I have never seen a more beautiful woman."

"Are you in earnest? Would you really like to make love to me?"

In an instant his arms were round me; his lips pressed mine. His breath was sweet as an angel's; his eyes shone into mine with the awakening of uncontrollable passion. He wrote rapidly: "I love you already-you are so sweet! I want you! You will let me, will you not?"

I took up the crayon: "We are here to make love together!"

Again there was no use for the slate. He pressed my form to his. He thrust his trembling hands towards my bosom. I denied him nothing. He panted; he breathed in heavy jerks. It was plain he was becoming more and more excited. He covered my face, my neck, my hands with burning kisses. Love and desire have no need of words. It is a language understood without sound, communicated without speech. He felt its influence. Its intensity brought with it an insupportable necessity for relief.

He wrote rapidly on his slate: "Do I make myself clear? I possess unusual advantages with which to please a beautiful and voluptuous girl like you."

I read. I believe I blushed. I playfully pulled his ear. He kissed me on the mouth in mock revenge. He became enterprising. He essayed familiarities which were hardly decent. I feigned sufficient resistance to fan his rising flame. Suddenly he released me again to write:

"I conclude there need not be too much modesty between us to interfere with our mutual pleasure?"

"No. I am here for your pleasure. You are here for mine. We should enjoy together. Let us make love in earnest."

His eyes shouted flames of lust. He took the slate.

"You are no less sensual than beautiful. We will drown ourselves in pleasure. I love pleasure. With you it will be divine."

He threw off his coat. He assisted me to remove my bodice. Soon I stood in my corset of pale blue satin and a short skirt of the same color and material. He rapidly divested himself of his outer things. He caught my hand. He carried it under his shirt.

"Oh, good heavens! What a monster!"

His instrument was as long as Jim's. It was even thicker. It was stiff as buckram. It throbbed under my wanton touches.

He pressed my hand upon it and laughed a strange silent laugh. Then he wrote on the slate:

"What do you call that?"

This was evidently intended as a challenge. Not bashful, I took it up.

"I call it an instrument-a weapon of offense-a limb."

"I call it a cock."

"Well, he certainly has a very fine crest. He carries himself very proudly-his head is as red as a turkey-cock-he is a real beauty."

The slate was thrown on one side. Theodore drew me on his knee. He tucked up my short, lace-trimmed chemise. I made only just sufficient remonstrance to whet his appetite. He lifted me in his strong arms like a little child. He bore me to the bed. He deposited me gently upon it. He was by my side in an instant minus all save shirt, which stuck up in front of him as if it was suspended on a peg-as indeed it was. Theodore laid his handsome head on my breast. He toyed with my most secret charms, my round and plump posteriors seemed specially to delight him. I grasped his enormous member in my hand. I ventured to examine also the heavy purse which depended below. His testicles were in proportion to his splendid limb. I separated them from each other. There seemed to be something I did not understand. I felt them over again. Surely-yes, I was correct-he had three! He led me eagerly to the soft couch. Once on the bed he recommenced his amorous caresses. I seized him once more by his truncheon. It was so nice to feel the warm length of flesh-the broad red nut-the long white shaft, and the triangle of testicles which were drawn up tight below it. It was so strange, too, that this fine young fellow could neither hear nor speak! The spirit of mischief took possession of me. The demon of lust vied with him in stimulating my passion. I slipped off the bed. Theodore followed me. I raised my chemise up to my middle and laughingly challenged him to follow. The view of my naked charms was evidently appetizing. He tried to seize me again. I avoided his grasp. He ran after me round the table which stood at one end of the room. His expression was all frolic and fun, but with a strong tinge of sensuous desire in his humid eyes and moist lips. I let him catch me. He held me tight this time. I turned my back to him. I felt him pressing the brown curls of his hairy parts upon my plump buttocks. He pushed me before him towards the bed. His huge member inserted itself between my thighs. I saw its red-capped head appear in front of me. I put my hand down to it. To my surprise, he had placed an ivory napkin ring over it. It reduced the available length. It certainly left me less to fear from its unusually large proportions. I had already taken the precaution to anoint my parts with cold cream. I adjusted the head as I leaned forward, belly down, on the soft bed. The young fellow pushed. He entered. I thought he would split me up. He held me by the hips. He thrust it into me. It passed up. I groaned with a mingled feeling of pain and pleasure. He was too excited to pause now. He bore forward, sitting himself solidly to work to do the job. I passed my hand down to feel his cock as he called it, as it emerged from time to time from the pliable sheath. Although I knew he could not hear, yet it delighted me to utter my sensations-woman must talk-they can't help it. I was every bit a woman at that moment! Besides, I could express my ideas in any language I liked, as crudely as I chose-there was no one to hear me-no one to offend-no one to chide. I jerked forward.

"Oh! Take it out! Don't spend yet! I want to change-it's so delicious! How sweetly you poke me-you dear fellow!"

The huge instrument extricated itself with a plop! Theodore divined my intention. He aided me to place myself upon the side of the bed. I took his cock again in my little hands. I examined it voraciously. It was lovely now-all shining and glistening, distended and rigid in its luxury.

"I want it all-all-all!"

He evidently understood. He slipped off the napkin ring. He presented it again to my eager slit. It went up me slowly.

"Oh, my God! It is too long now. Oh! Oh! Never mind-give it me all-all-oh! Ah! Oh! Go slowly! You brute-you are splitting me! Do you hear? Poke! oh! Push-push now! I'm coming, do you hear? You cruel brute! Coming-oh, God! Oh!"

He perceived my condition; he bore up close to me as long as my emitting spasms lasted. My swollen clitoris was in closest contact with the back of his weapon which tickled ecstatically.

I clung to him with both thighs. I raised my belly to meet his stabbing thrusts. I seized the pillow. I covered my face. I bit the pillowcase through and through. When I had finished, he stopped a little to let me breathe.

"You have not come yet, but you will soon. I know it. I can feel it by the strong throbbing of your cock. I want it-oh! I want it! I must hold your balls while you spend. I want your sperm!"

He became more and more urgent. He was having me with all his tremendous vigor. His strokes were shorter-quicker-my thighs worked in unison. His features writhed in his ecstasy of increasing enjoyment. He was nearing the end. I felt every throb of his huge instrument.

I draw the veil over the termination of the scene. I cannot even use ordinary terms to describe it. My whole nervous system vibrated with voluptuous excitement. My senses deserted me.

When I recovered consciousness, to my astonishment, my companion had disappeared. Papa was standing over my prostrate form. How he had been occupied I did not then know. His face was turgid with satisfied lust. His hands trembled. His dress was disordered. He held in his hands a towel with which he was bathing my aching parts. He assisted me at my toilette. As I passed out with Lord L I noticed that the door on the left of the corridor was ajar. I peeped through. It gave access to a little cabinet, not larger than the inside of a double brougham. In the partition which separated it from the chamber where my adventure had taken place there was one bright point of light which shone from a round hole the size of a wine cork. A hasty glance explained all. The carved fretwork of the bracket on which stood the China vase was perforated just under the shelf, and quite invisible from that side. I understood all with that streak of light. Lord L had witnessed everything that had taken place. I hastily followed papa who had already descended the stairs. He awaited me. I am not a fool. I kept my discovery to myself.