Luigi Berenger - Sub Umbra

As they lay exhausted after this bout, I advanced and kissed the dear girl, and as she opened her eyes, I placed my hand across her mouth to stop any inconvenient scream of surprise, and congratulated her on having so nicely got rid of her troublesome virginity and claimed my share of the fun drawing her attention to the rampant condition of my cock in contrast to Frank's limp affair.

I could see she was now eager for a repetition of the pleasure she had only just begun to taste. Her eyes were full of languishing desires, as I placed her hand upon my prick.

In accordance with our previously devised arrangements, she was persuaded to ride a St. George upon me. My cock was inserted in her still tender cunt with great care, and allowed slowly to get his position but the excitement was too great for me; with an exclamation of delight I shot a stream of sperm up into her very entrails, this set her off, she began slowly to move upon me, her cunt gripping and throbbing upon the shaft most deliciously, and we were soon running another delightful course; this was too much for Frank, his cock was again hard as iron, and eager to get in somewhere.

Kneeling behind her, he tried to insert his prick in her cunt alongside of mine but found it too difficult to achieve, then the charming wrinkled orifice of her pink bottom hole caught his attention. The tip of his affair was wet with our spendings and his vigorous shove soon gained an entrance, as I was holding her fast and she was too excited to resist anything, only giving a slight scream as she found him slip inside of the part she thought was only made for another purpose.

I asked them to rest for a few moments and enjoy the feeling where we were, our pricks throbbing against each other in a most delicious manner, which only the thin membranes of the anal canal between them, it made us spend immediately to the great delight of Rosa, who at once urged us to go on.

This was the most delightful bout of fucking that I had ever had, she made us do it over and over again, and when we were exhausted, sucked our pricks up to renewed cockstands.

This lasted Annie and her sisters rallied us upon our late appearance at the breakfast table, remarking with a pouting look, that we could not care much for their company if we laid abed and left them to themselves for the better half of the day, and that Rosa was just as bad, for she was actually still in deshabille, taking her breakfast in her own room.

Here mamma interposed, by adding: Besides Walter I am astonished that you should copy Frank's lazy ways, you, who on your first arrival, were so eager for early morning walks, look at Annie, she is not half so rosy and animated as she was after your first walk.

A deep flush passed across Annie's face at this allusion to our first eventful walk when we had the adventure with the bull but I prevented her parents observing it by replying, that residents in town were always in such a hurry to enjoy fresh air, and that it seemed to have an extraordinary somnolent effect upon me, as I could hardly keep my eyes open at supper time, or rouse myself in the morning.

Frank-I'm glad you have found out it is not all laziness now, Walter will take my part when I assert it is the natural drowsiness of youth, which is readily induced by the keen bracing air we breathe all day.

Papa made a few incredulous, ironical remarks about the youths of the present day, and then breakfast being over, he rose from the table and said:

Walter would you mind riding a dozen miles to oblige me, Frank would not be ready to start for an hour at least, besides I would rather trust you than him, with the lady my note is for; Mrs. Colonel Leslie is both young and gay, and I would rather not run the risk of Frank being one day a correspondent in the Divorce Court, and caution you to take care of yourself.

I readily assented, more especially when I noticed a shade of jealousy flit across Annie's tall pale face. The horse was ready at the door, so springing into the saddle, I rode off with a fluttering anticipation of something racy being likely to turn up.

I shall not trouble you with my reflections during this delightful hour's ride, the atmosphere was most deliciously bracing and my thoughts were so amorously bent, that when I reined up at the lodge gate, at the entrance to the Colonel's grounds, I felt that I could fuck anything in petticoats, from a witch to a gate post; the gate keeper soon passed me in, and springing from my saddle before the door of the fine old Elizabethan Hall, my knock was promptly responded to by a most handsome young colored fellow, with a Hindoo cast of features.

Mrs. Leslie was at home and begged I would excuse her coming down to the drawing room, as she was still at her toilette, and would immediately see me in her private boudoir.

This courteous message revived all my romantically amorous ideas, with which I had indulged myself during my ride.

Ushered into the boudoir, I found the lady of the house to be a beautiful brunette of about three and twenty, with a most bewitching expression of countenance, whilst her large full dark eyes seemed to read my very soul as she extended her hand and drew me to a seat by her side, saying:

So you are Cousin Walter, I suppose? How is it that Frank did not ride over with his papa's note? But tell him she said with an arch look, that I was quite as well pleased to see you, and that I consider his cousin as fascinating as himself.

Then ringing the bell, she continued: Will you take a cup of chocolate with me after your ride, it will invigorate me for the serious business of your uncle's note. Opening a drawer and laying several bundles of papers, like legal documents, on the table, just as the servant entered (he was the good looking Hindoo who had first introduced me).

Mrs. Leslie-Vishnu, bring up the chocolate, with two cups and some biscuits and mind not to forget the flask of noyua, remarking as he disappeared: Is he not a good looking heathen? the Colonel had him long before he married me and I call him after his principal Hindu deity; whenever I look at him it puts me in mind of Joseph and Potiphar's wife, especially now the Colonel is away, do you not think it is a burning shame to leave a young wife all alone by herself?

She continued to run on in this curious way without giving me a chance to make a reply or observation in return, as she busied herself laying out the papers, making pretence of an awful lot of business to be gone through.

The servant now brought in the chocolate, etc., and was dismissed with the order to tell Annette that her mistress would be too busy for some time, and was not to be disturbed until she rang for the completion of her toilette.

My fair hostess was a most charming object as she moved about in her dressing gown, which was rather open at the neck, so as to display the upper part of the snowy prominence of her luscious bosom, besides which I caught a glimpse of her naked feet, with nothing on but the most petite, blue satin slippers.

Presently she poured out two cups of chocolate, put in a little of the noyua and presenting me with one of them, took her seat by my side on the soft yielding lounge.

Drink it as I do, she said, it will do you far more good than sipping and allowing it to get cold.

We both drank our small cups at a draught, and I almost instantly felt a thrill of voluptuous warmth rush through my frame, and looking at my fair companion, her eyes seemed to sparkle with a strange, amorous fire.

The devil was in me, and in less time than it takes to write it, my empty cup was put on the table and my disengaged arm placed around her neck, drew her face to mine and I imprinted several kisses on her lips and cheeks as my other hand took possession of that inviting bosom.

She was covered with blushes, as she exclaimed: Fie Fie. How can you take such liberties when I cant help myself without dropping my cup?