Howard Longfellow

A dream

At the time of my twentieth birthday a very sad thing happened, my father died. His will read and executed made me comfortably fixed for the rest of my life.

I decided to go east and look that part of the country over, and summarily took up my abode at an apartment hotel in Baltimore. I did not expect to stay there long, but an adventure plus international complications changed my plans. I was there only about four days when wishing to make some purchases, I went to one of the department st‹ res and was attended there by a beautiful girl, whjse acquaintance I at once endeavored to gain.

She seemed agreeable to these plans and after seeing her every day for the next week, she invited me to her home to meet her mother.

A description of this beautiful girl would here be in order; she was above average height and of slender build. Her skin of very smooth, clear texture and dark with that beauty which comes with the natives and descendants of Southern Europe.

Her eyes large and sparkling, and so dark brown that at times they appeared black; her lips were full and red, not needing any artificial coloring; teeth white and even and glistening like an ad1 vertisement for any dentifrice.

Through her clothes her outline struck one, as with all of her lithe build her bodily contours were perfect, small, well moulded breasts, hips not too large but still very noticeable, hands and feet were so small and well shaped they looked as though they belonged to a child.

The mots wonderful feature of this wonderful girl was her hair; blue black masses of thick coils piled on her a crown that I know any woman would envy, and with an odor that was enchanting. I was overcome by these luxuriant masses of hair from my first sight of them.

Her invitation was readily accepted and arriving at a modest dwelling in a good neighborhood, was welcomed by her mother; as the evening progressed I learned that these two ladies were the last of a proud Spanish family, whose ancestors were among America's earliest settlers.

I failed to give you th ename of my new heroine, it was Isabella Gomez.

After a very enjoyable evening, as I was about to leave, Isabella asked me in the presence of her mother if I would like to spend the night in her bed with her.

I was taken aback, and thought surely she was jesting, making such a proposition within earshot of her mother. Her mother however turned to me and told me it was criminally cruel and unjust to keep a girl from a young man if she loves him, and that if she did not sanction it Isabella might just pick up with anyone and no telling what might happen to her.

I was surprised at this, but readily agreed to share the couch of so luscious a beauty.

We retired to the bed chamber and it was not long before we were both undressed and I was fondling the charms of this vivacious beauty. I was more entranced by her bared loveliness, her breasts stood out like twin mountains, tipped by voluptiously cherry red nippels, her motte was of the blackest I have ever seen and as she moved or walked the red lining of the lips hidden by her hair would peer through.

As we lay on the bed I could not restrain myself but plunged my face between her thighs to taste the sweet nectar secreted there. I licked at her vulva hungrily and as she parte dher thighs she let out little gasps of sensual delight.

Her undulating motions soon warned me her warm nature was receiving a maximum of pleasure and I continued with only one thought in my mind, to drink into my heart the very essence of her soul.

She was not long in rewarding my efforts, for with a convulsive shudder she filled my mouth and spattered my face with her delicious, creamy offering. I drained every drop from her and as I arose, she held me to her and begged me to stab her to the heart with my spear of love.

I let her guide me to her sheath and was soon riding with wild transports of delightful, satisfying delirium, the crest of her wave of joy. All too quick I reached my crisis and as I poured my soul into her waiting womb she was again raining her tribute to me.

When finshed, she fell on my cock and greedily licked it clean of our mutual juices which clung to it, and I lost no time in sucking from her the deposit I had just made.

I was in a heaven of delight in the possession of this salacious creature, and one stormy bout followed another until totally exhausted we fell asleep in the embrace of the other.

I was awakene dnext morning by feeling her lascivious lips encircling the head of my again rampant tool. I made no move and as she sucked and tongued me until nature exerted itself and I gorged her mouth and throat with the seething essence of my very soul, not a drop did she waste and only when she could get no more did she stop.

Smilingly she asked me if I liked it, my only answer was fiery hot kisses on every part of her I could reach. After again drinking from her mossy fount to her great satisfaction, we arose and dressed.

As we entered the room for breakfast, her mother plied us with questions and Isabella described in detail all we did. She seemed pleased at the report her daughter made, and affectionately kissed me and thanked me for bringing so much happiness into her young life.

These people puzzled me and one evening I asked Isabella's mother to assume us with a tale, perhaps of her own life. She readily agreed to tell us at a later time but not now; she would rather I heard Isabella's story of her life up to the present, adding that she always was intrigued by other peoples' narratives rather than her own.

Isabella answered that she had heard a dozen times in the last year and could not see why she wanted to listen to it all again. Her mother answered that her story was so romantic, while her own was just ordinary and drab, after another ten minutes of arguing Isabella finally consented to tell us of her adventures in the realm of Venus and as we settled back comfortably she started.

"I was educated in a convent, as has always been the custom of our family for centuries; at my fourteenth birth, I was packed up and taken aboard a liner in New York and started for Spain.

"I was alone with a first class ticket and state room; after three days the trip was becoming very monotonous; knowing no one and having no one to speak to, I was at my wits end to find something to do. Had I been a few years older or even had been older looking than I was, I would have had no trouble as to lonliness.

"Everyone was pleasant but that was all; I went to the library to get a book and as I went to the desk I collided with a man of perhaps forty-five years of age. He humbled himself to me for the accident and guessing why I was there offered to help me make a selection. We talked of books and writers and when he selected a book from the shelf and offered it to me he said, he had heard it was rather good and recommended it to me.

"I told him I had not read it and noting the author's name told him I had never read anything by him, though I heard that he wrote very good books; the one I had in my hand I remember was one of the year's best sellers. I decided to take it and as I left he told me he would meet there the next day and get my opinion of it.

"The next day I was back there and as I entered he came forward to me, I thanked him for his selection for me and told him I thought the story was very good, he smilingly thanked me in turn.

"I then laughingly told him I supposed we would have to be introduced to carry on an acquaintance and told him my name. He complimented me my parents taste in naming me Isabella, for it was on a little research of another by that name that was taking him to Spain. He then told me he was Gerald Matthews.

" 'Not the writer, whose book I just finished?' I asked.

" 'Yes, I am he, bu tplease don't think me vain for asking you to read my feeble efforts to amuse the public, but I do think the book you just finished is my best effort.'

"I told him I was flattered, to meet such a celrebrity and hoped to see more of him on the trip if he could spare me a little of his valuable time.

"After a bit more of books, he invited me to his stateroom as he had quite a collection with him of his favorites and they were all at my disposal.

I accepted readily and soon arm in arm we were walking along the deck, to a new adventure for me.

"Arriving at his room he opened one of his trunks and there were about fifty books of all descriptions in it. He took out a secret lining on the cover andl exposed severay more, informing me that these were forbidden in the States and therefore he had to keep them hidden.

"I never knew of books that were forbidden and was anxious to look at them but restrained myself to look at several others he had. He then excused himself and told me to make myself at home as he was going into the other room and lie down. As he left and closed the door, I took one of the forbidden volumes and found it to be an illustrated copy of 'A Night in a Moorish Harem.' I was surprised at what I saw, all the pictures depicted men and women nude and in various poses of sexual enjoyment.

"I was no prude and a year before this mother and unexpectedly I was surprised and fascinated.

"My host well knew what a woman or girl would do with anything labeled 'forbidden,' I at once sat down and started to read it. It was not long and in an hour I had finished it, but not without stirring my senses and arousing feelings I never knew I could experience.

"The book left its full mark on me and I was in a satte of longing for the things I had read of.

"I again sought out the illustrations, and feasted my eyes on the lascivious posiitions represented by the pictures. 1 was in a turmoil of desire but inexperenced to such a degree that I did not know that my fingers could give me relief.

"As I laid the book back in its place I heard Gerald stirring in his bed room and soon the door opened and he walked in. He asked me pleasantly if I was enjoying myself and asked me what I had head. I pointed to a volume of Dumas. He smilingly told me that he never failed to read at least a chapter of Dumas every day.

"He then told me that he would instruct the steward to allow me admittance to his rooms at any time. I thanked him for this kind offer and arose to go, as I did so he took my hand and kissed it, told me to make his cabin my home, and if he was not there I knew where the books were I had but to take them.

"I left thanking hi magain and arriving at my own cabin, found relief for my feelings only after I had taken a cold bath.

"The next afternoon again found me in his cabin and as he apparently was not in, I was admitted by the steward. I locked the door and never thought to look into the bedroom to see if he was in. I drew up a chair to the trunk of books and again I had one of the forbidden works in my hand. This book was a fully illustrated volumne on every type of sex gratification, not only were there pictures of men and women in every form of pleasure but also both sexes alone frigging themselves. Men with animals, women with animals, women with each other, men with each other and with each picture was a full written explanation of what they were doing and the pleasure derived from the act in which they were engaged; it was the most lascivious collection of pictures I believe it is possible to collect.

"I had only seen about half of these pictures when I became so purient that I could no longer go on without touching my poor cunt. I had on only a light dress and open drawers. Of course I had discarded a coat as I entered the room; I raised my dress and my hand was soon at my hot, wet parts. I was somewhat soothed by the feeling of my fingers gently rubbing the lips. I then searched for the picture that I had noticed, of a young girl frigging herself with both hands. I assumed the same position she did, that is, my feet were raised and resting on the trunk, my skirts high about my waist and as the fingers of the left hand were fondling my clitoris my middle finger of the right was sliding in and out of my vagina.

"I was deriving a great satisfaction from my operations when the bedroom door opened and in walked Gerald. I was struck dumb at his entry, and he immediately assured me, that he would help rather than anything else.

"I was just at the point of emmission and did not care what he did to me; he knelt before me and raising one of my legs over each of his shoulders, he put his lips to my cunt and kissed it warmly; at regular intervals he would slip his tongue into me, to my great delight. His searching tongue soon found my throbbing clitoris, and I thought the world had come to an end. I was in a maelstrom of happiness, I moved my loins and tried to meet the darts of his caressing tongue but it seemed all to no avail. I was overcome by a madness of heat and passion. The blood throbbed in my ears, my throat parched and in the next moment the dam of my being gave way and I was floating in a sea of mad lascivious delight, as I poured the torrents of my love" into his waiting lips.

"He did not stop and only after I had again gone through the frenzied exertion of another spasm of joyful chaos accompanied by my liquid sacrififice did he offer any respite to his lingual charge of my vagina.

"He got to his feet and kissed me gently and going to a locker produced a bottle of champaigne and after I had taken and emptied two lgasses of this potent wine, I felt greatly refreshed.

"He invited me into his bedroom and told me that if I cared for more pleasure to remove my clothes, I without hesitation did so, as there still seemed to be something left undone in my cunt to complete my entire satisfaction. I stood before him in only my chemise which I must say was as good as nothing as it was so thin that every part of me was plainly visible through it. He took off his robe and I was surprsed that he had on nothing under it.

"Iwas amazed at the sight of his virile tool, there it stood in all of its glory, pointing up to his navel, fully ten inches long and as large as my wrist. He asked me to take this weapon in my hands; I did so and was thrilled by its heat and iron hardness.

I pulled back the skin that covered its red crest and was astounded at the shape of the knob at the end.

"We then sat on the bed side by side, he raised my only covering baring my cunt. After inserting a searching finger once or twice we lay back and as we did so he raised my chemise above my breasts; these two glands were standing out, hard at the nipples. He was not long in taking one and then the other into his mouth and sucking them in such a way that he soon again had me in the same condition that I was in a half hour before.

"A very little of this play nad the fingerings on his instrument soon had him opening my thighs and crawling between them. He asked me to direct his

bludgeon to my cleft. I begged hib to be gentlt with me as I had never had done anything like this before. He promised anything and as I felt the head of that machine at my lips his loins worked forward and slipped it in.

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Howard Longfellow
A dream