Howard Longfellow

Passionate Muriel

I met Betty in the hall one day and told her of my mountings passionate feelings; she told me to try and endure it until evening, as she was in the same lustful state, and wanted me as I her.

That day was an age to me, I tried to read, but all I could see was Betty in the nude before me. I went for a walk and succeeded in seeing a careless woman sitting on a porch with dresses raised and a clear veiw of her bare cunt, which sight made me feel worse.

At, last, evening came, and I on pretext of having a headache retired at nine o' clock. I was in my room but a short time when the dor opened softly and Betty slipped in locking it behind her.

She sprang into my frenzy arms and covered my face with kisses. I was in a mad frenzy of desire for her beautiful body and returned all of her hot caresses. I held her at arms length and carefully scrutinized her; she begged me to undress and setting example slipped out of her only garment, a dres.

I fairly tore the clothes from my my body and as the last piece fell to the floor she again came to my arms, led her to the bed and setting on it, covered her with kisses from her head to her sweet smelling, mossy bower of love. I drank there until she begged me not to make her lose her first emis1 sion in my mouth, as she was saving it do homage to my cock.

I heeded this entreaty and rising took my bursting engine in my hand and directed it between her open thighs to that haven of delight, where those ivory colored columns meet; she parted her thighs wide for my entry and in three hearty lunges I was incased to my swelled, spunk filled globes. As she felt my member dig deep into her, she gave a satisfied sigh and met everything I had to give. I fell forward on her body and with short quick jabs I soon had her flowing freely.

I could only stand a very small bit of this, but if it had lasted an hour it would have been all to short a time; at last with a very long lunge I buried myself and the pent-up flood of my abstinence gushed into her, to her immense delight and satisfaction.

I rolled off and lay panting beside her; she was also for the present helpless. At last recovering ourselves we washed and lay side by side in each other arms.

We did not to long remain idle, for as our mutual desires again called for satisfaction, I suggested a game of "Sixty-nine." She readily agreed, and as I lay on my back she put her beautiful legs over my head and tongue was soon lost in the tight folds of her passionate little cunt; meanwhile she had greedily sucked in my throbbing cock; as we reached our climax we rolled over on the bed to enjoy a few hours of restful sleep.

Our joys were many in the future. But the time of parting as it always does with all such amicable couples. Betty came to my room one day and after our usual round of pleasure she told me that she had received a proposal of marriage, a lawyer from another city whom she had met some time ago had asked her hand. I told her that if she cared for him, by all means marry him. She answered that she wanted only me, but she knew how impossible it would be for us to carry on the rest of our lives as we were now, and that there was always the possibility of children to wreck our lives.

I told her to use her own' judgement but if she decided to stay I would do all that I could for her.

I told her that if she thought she could learn to love this man, however, that it was a wonderful opportunity for her. She seemed to decide all of a sudden for she sat right down and wrote a letter of acceptance at once. The strange thing about it was that she sat on my lap with my hard cock in her cunt.

She afterward took delight in this unseemly act and explained that she was going to try to think of me everytime he touched her, try and make believe it is me and that they are my touches.

It was only three weeks when I lost Betty fore4 ever, and it is needless to say I loved her with all my boyish heart and really hated to see her go.

On the eve of her leaving we were together all night and such a night we had, every form of sexual gratification was indulged in. Everytime my flesh became hard she would want it in another position or opening of her body; when it was in a dormant state she would suck and fondle it until it was hard.

And through it all she did not wash her cunt but kept my cream there to try and impregnate her, she wanted a baby from me so she would be forced to remember me always.

I don't know how many times we flood each other, but I do know that she succeeded in her desire to get a child, and nine months later she gave birth to a boy that she claimed looked as much like me anything could.

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After Betty left I missed her very much, not only her body and its uses but her sweet pleasing, personality, and the worst luck I could wish her was that she become very happy.

Allow me here to recall to mind some members of my family. After the school term of the year we moved to town, the girls came home and stayed.

Milly was not very long in getting a boy friend and we all saw very little of her. After being away from home all night, one one momentous occasion, she came home and disclosed the fact that she was married, and asked the blessing of everyone.

We were all suprised at this but deed was done, so they were summarily blessed and to date this family has increased to five mouths where there were two two pretty girls and a strapping boy, and three are at this time rumors of, well-asked Milly.

A strange occurence happened about a week after Betty left which I will relate to you.

I was over visiting Frank one day and we were both seated in his room, there was a gentle tap on the door and at Frank's "Come in," Martha, the cook, and the mother of Betty and Letty, entered.

She asked Frank if she could speak to him, he asked her to come in and be seated and not to mind me as I knew so much of his affairs that a little more would not hurt anything.

She seemed embarrased and clearing her throat said:

"Mister Frank, I would like to speak to you about a very grave matter, a thing that has worried me for sometime and it is my duty as a mother to talk over with you, it concerns as you now no doubt suspect my daugther, Leatrice. Now, please don't make any excuses or interrupt me, I was was young once and it was the result of a foolish act that near ruined my life, had it been any other man I would have been out on the world's hands with two children.

"I know that for quite a while you and Leatrice have been very intimate and that she spends almost every night here in your room, I would not mind this if you both were of the same race and if anything happened to her you could care for her, but that is hopeless. I ask you that even if you don't stop be careful and don't get her in a family way.

Frank promised all he could, and sensing a possible story he added.

"Martha, you said something about nearly being on the hands of charity with two children, won't you tell us about it?"

Martha looked sheepish and answered: "Mister Frank, I have never told anyone my story, even my mother, and sometimes it near drives me crazy; I have to tell it to someone, so, if you promise not to carry it further, I'll tell you an unhappy experience that turned for a while to make me the happiest person on earth, except for carrying the secret."

"Until I was fifteen, I lived with my family in B-, Kentucky. One day a lady came to my home and asked my mother a lot of questions and I heard mother tell her she would need the consent of my father. She must have done so that evening, for the next afternoon I was called in the house and presented to Mrs. Morris and told that I was going with her as her maid."

"I thought nothing of this except the adventure of traveling, and three days later we were on our way to Denver, Colo.

"My position was personal maid to my mistress, a very beautiful woman of about thirty. It seemed she would not take an experienced maid, but always trained one to her own liking.

"Two years of routine work passed when she became ill of pneumonia and very quickly died. I was grief stricken, as she was not only an employer but a very good friend.

"Mr. Morris was prostrated with grief, and we all thought he would follow his wife if he didn't stop grieving; he lingered around for a month hovering between life and death, until at last he showed signs of recovery. I sympathized with him, when evever he would mentioned his lost wife.

"Our mutual grief drew us close together. The only other servant was a cook, so we never met anyone in the house and were often alone in the library reading for hours. He would sometimes read aloud and I would do the same. He allowed me to read any of his many books which liberty I took advantage of, and soon I had acquired quite a self education.

"Day by day we understood each other better, and I was falling in love with this wonderful man.

I would do anything to be near him, when he was away I worried about him. I was always fearful that something might happen to him. Had anyone accused me of this love I would have denied it, but, it was true as I later learned.

"One day, about six months after Mrs. Morris' death, he came into the library highly elated about a business deal and proceeded to explain it, as he reached the climax of the tale he threw his arms about me and huged me to him; as he did so he stopped talking and looking at me earnestly said:

" 'Martha, do you know you are a very pretty girl V "I laughed at this and felt somewhat embarrased, he continued:

" 'If you were a few shades lighter, I could really fall in love with you.' "He all (this while retained his arms about me; instead of making an effort to free myself, and know10 ing I was doing wrong, I just stood still, the feel of him sent thrill after thrill through my body, and for the first time love was really dawning on me, and I recognized it.

"As he held me close to him he drew my face to his and kissed me, I was in a paradise at this act, he led me to a couch and seatig himself drew me to his side; his arms were again around me and fiercly, each kiss I returned. I did not realize where this would lead, but my first intimation was when his hand slipped into my dress and he started to fondle my breasts. As he touched the sensitive nipples a sensation of longing overcame me and I could feel the parts between my legs start to itch and burn.

"I askd him to stop, but, I suppose, in such a weak manner that he only covered my mouth with his and opened my waist and exposed my breasts to his gaze.

He leaned over them and sucked at each nipple, this act sealed my doom, for from now on he could do me as he liked. I was just so much clay in his hands to be moulded to his fancy.

"He arose and lay me on the couch and knelt by my side, covering my face, neck and breasts with hot kisses, which seemed to fire my very soul. His hands started their wanderings again and he was soon gently feeling my thighs. He did not hesitate there long and continued up until his long fingers were knocking for entry at my now moist and longing sex.

"He found his way in and at a cry of pain from me, he knew I was a virgin by the obstruction he encountered there. When he felt this he became frantic and opening my thighs fell upon me. What happened next was lost to me in a series off stabbing pains.

I could not help sobbing at his merciless attack on my virgin parts. I don't remember anything but intense pain connected with this first indiscretion with my lover, but. from his actions and sighs he we having intense pleasure ravishing my person.

"As he finished, I was still in agony of excrutiating pain. He arose and looked at me and told me to lie perfectly still. He left soon to return with water and towels and he bathed my poor, stretched, bleeding cunt, as he finished he leaned over and kissed it gently and asked me to rise; he helped me to my room.

"Even after this brutal rape my love for him was if anything stronger than ever; I blame it all on his abstinence and my virgin innocence that he acted as he did.

"I will not bore you with accounts of our meetings on occasions too numerous to mention, but let me tell you that after that first time, I did not have my usual monthly sickness until after my girls were born.

"When he saw this and my swelling, he swore he would provide for me and any of his children as long as he lived. He always kind and generous, and I now returned my love with the same intensity with which I gave it.

"We lived secretly as husband and wife until his death, which was a sad blow to me. He left me comfortably fixed for life and I think proved this by the wedding gift that I gave Beatrice.

"Now Mr. Frank, if you will be careful of my baby, I will appreciate it very much."

The strange tale of Martha's was over; I curiously asked her some questions: "Did you ever have any proposals of marriage?"

"Yes, but my love for Charles always won out, I loved him and everything he did; I never missed an opportunity to show him my live. I would do everything I could to make him happy, as some of the thoughts of these things we did run through my mind I wish I could live them over again."

"What, for instance?" asked Frank.

She smiled and answered: "The way in which we fucked and sucked each other; every position you can imagine we used, and I had his cock in every

opening of my body where it would fit.

"I remember, one of our diversions was for him to lay his tool between my breasts and I would take the head of of it in my mouth and sucked it as he worked it up and down. I held my breasts tight about him, As he became more excited I would allow more and more to enter my mouth, until I felt that he was about to come and then I would take all my mouth would hold and I would suck the sweet essence of his soul from him."

Her tale was now having an erotic effect on the three of us, and I suggested that she show us, using ourselves as models, some of their favorite games.

She laughed at this and after a bit of coaxing agreed, saying she had not been tempted so much since her lover's last appeasment of her hot nature.

I won't here try and tell of all things that transpired in that room that day, but we did have enjoyment to its fill and we did not cease until Frank and I both tasted joy at the three shrines of her body and had placed our liquid offerings into her mouth. Her luscious cunt and her handsome tight ass-hole, all of which she enjoyed as much in taking as we did in giving, and when she did leave Frank vand I both welcomed the sleep into which we fell.

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Howard Longfellow
Passionate Muriel