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Passionate
Muriel
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^ 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 cares-
ses. I held her at arms length and carefully scrutin-
ized her; she begged me to undress and setting ex-
ample 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, cov-
ered 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 emis-
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sion in my mouth, as she was saving it do homage
to my cock.
I heeded this entreaty and rising took my burst-
ing 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 satis-
fied 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 my-
self 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 greed-
ily sucked in my throbbing cock; as we reached our
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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 an-
other 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 pos-
sibility 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 oppor-
tunity for her. She seemed to decide all of a sudden
for she sat right down and wrote a letter of accept-
ance 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 fore-
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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 any-
thing could.
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After Betty left I missed her very much, not only
her body and its uses but her sweet pleasing, per-
sonality, 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
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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 fam-
ily 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
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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 child-
ren.
"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 any-
thing 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 pos-
sible 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 experi-
ence 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 con-
sent of my father. She must have done so that even-
ing, 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 any-
one in the house and were often alone in the library
reading for hours. He would sometimes read aloud
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and I would do the same. He allowed me to read
any of his many books which liberty I took advant-
age of, and soon I had acquired quite a self edu-
cation.
"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; in-
stead of making an effort to free myself, and know-
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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 gent-
ly feeling my thighs. He did not hesitate there long
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and continued up until his long fingers were knock-
ing 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 en-
countered 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 excrutiat-
ing 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, bleed-
ing 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
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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 com-
fortably 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 every-
thing 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
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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 trans-
pired in that room that day, but we did have enjoy-
ment 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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