My girlfriend likes to dance naked

Then she shifted her position lower down, until just above my prick, which by this my girlfriend likes to dance naked time was rampant with desire. I guided its point to the rosy-lipped orbit, and bringing her own weight to bear upon it, she sank delightfully impaled upon the upright stake. I made her rise and fall a few times, that I might enjoy the sight of its entrance and exit. Then gently drawing her down upon me, I folded one arm round her slender waist, and turning my head, found that the cheval glass, inclined forward, reflected as it were from above her beautiful bottom and back, and of course her cunt stretched to the utmost with my huge prick, and above it the sweet little corrugated pink aperture of her bottom. With my free arm I embraced one hip, and bringing my hand round, moistened it with the plenteous spunk of her cunt, and insinuated a finger into the smaller abode of bliss.

The action of her backside was glorious to see reflected in its active risings and fallings. I let her do all the work, which enabled me to hold back my own, until she approached a second discharge, when the heat of her cunt seemed to fire me with additional powers, and the action of both our backsides became fast and furious, and soon brought down the ecstatic discharge, which instantly laid us low, panting with all the wild passions we had just allayed. We lay long locked in each other’s arms in the ecstasy of blissful enjoyment. Then rising, we embraced tenderly, and retook us to bed. I would my girlfriend likes to dance naked have excited her and myself to another effort, but she begged off, saying that she felt quite exhausted and overcome with the day and night’s work we had already enjoyed. Indeed, I did not wonder at it, for I had made her spend seven or eight times more than myself. Nor did I regret her resolution, as I knew the morning would bring my aunt into the field, and then the two would try my powers to the utmost.

We slept profoundly, and morning was already advanced before we awoke. From a displaced chair I saw that aunt had been in to look at us, so I knew she was on the watch. I threw the clothes off dear Ellen that I might gaze on all my girlfriend likes to dance naked her young charms.

She lovingly looked up at me, and throwing her arms round my neck as I bent over her, drew my head down my girlfriend likes to dance naked to hers, and impressed a loving kiss on my lips. Our tongues interlaced—a hand slipped down and encircled my rampant and throbbing prick. I turned, and placing my knees between her legs, was about to penetrate love’s bower when the door leading to my aunt’s room flew open. My aunt entered, gave a scream of surprise—well acted—and cried out— “Good gracious! Who would have thought it—” And, apparently to save Ellen, she rushed forward, seized me by the arm, and with a certain degree of willingness on my part, drew me out of bed, saying— “I am horrified beyond measure. How dare you commit such a sin and crime as to seduce a young girl under my care?

Cover my girlfriend likes to dance naked yourself up, sir, directly, and go to your own room.” I boldly declared I would do no such thing; on the contrary, as she had spoiled my sport with Ellen, I was determined she should pay for it herself. “How dare you talk to me, you dreadful boy?” “Not dreadful at all, dear aunt, look at this poor dumb thing, and see how he longs to be into you.” Upon this I seized her in my arms as if to throw her on the bed. She made a pretended struggle, during which she gave a tender squeeze to my rampant prick. Then, breaking from me, she fled to her own room, pretending to endeavour to shut the door in my face but taking care to give way and hasten towards her bed. I caught hold of her as she bent forward as if to get into it, and canting up her chemise, the only article of dress she wore, I was into her longing and luscious cunt from behind up to the hilt in one thrust. She gave a subdued scream, and called to Ellen to come and prevent me from violating her. Ellen came, but wisely would only look on while I worked away manfully. “Ellen, why don’t you pull him away—he is ravishing me—and oh, horror!—committing incest.” She pretended to struggle greatly, but cleverly did so to her own profit, by wriggling her backside so as to send me further up into her cunt. “Oh, Ellen, Ellen, do help me.” “Ah, no,” said Ellen, “I shall let him do it, and then you cannot tell upon me.” My aunt seemed greatly distressed at this, and actually managed to shed tears, then buried her face in the bed as if in despair, but all the time most actively seconding me.