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“Of course with my then complete real nude teen virgins knowledge and practice of every art of lust, I could not but look for and discover all his secret charms, then always in a state of repose, but promising a future development. I grew lewd upon him one morning, after an orgy with papa and the footman, who had not altogether satisfied me. I was tempted to go along to my cousin Henry, to waken and cuddle him, knowing that he would probably awaken with a cockstand, as usual with youths, and even men. “I slipt along, and at once saw, as I expected, for only partially covered with the sheet, real nude teen virgins the prominence of his prick was unmistakable. I gently removed the sheet, and was delighted to see that his instrument, insignificant enough when down, was of a very respectable volume when erect, and quite capable of giving any woman perfect satisfaction from its excessive hardness.

I gently took it in my hand to feel it, it throbbed at the touch, and felt like a piece of wood in hardness, with a velvet covering. “I got into his bed by his side without awakening him, taking care to pull up my chemise so as to let him feel the contact of my bare skin. I pulled the sheet over us, took him in my arms, and woke him with a kiss. “He was surprised and delighted at finding me by his side, but as yet had no idea but that of cuddling and caressing me. In throwing my arms around him I had taken care to pull his nightgown up to his loins, so that his naked body pressed against mine as we embraced. “In apparent surprise I cried out what is that pressing so hard against my body; at the real teen amature nude same time moving my hand and laying hold of it. it was not like that when I put you to bed last night. How has it become in this strange state?’ “‘It is so, dear cousin, when I want to pee in the morning, and goes down real teen virgins nude afterwards.’ “‘Then jump up and pee, and I want to do the same.’ “He took the pot and piddled.

I took another and piddled, standing with legs wide real nude teen virgins apart, and real teen nude amature holding the chamber pot partly between and partly under my thighs, so that he could perfectly see the whole of my cunt, and the flow of water from it. “He stared with astonishment; it was really the first time he had any knowledge that women were differently formed down there than he was.

“‘How funny,’ cried he, ‘you piddle from a chink, and have no doodle. I should like to see it nearer.’ “I told him I should lie down on my back on the bed, and he could look as much as he pleased, but he must never tell anybody what he would see, because it was a great secret. I lay down on my back, having first thrown off my chemise, stretched wide my legs, told him he would see better if he knelt between my legs, some slight distance from the object to real nude teen virgins be seen. “He got up and began a close examination, admiring the immense quantity of hair I had already got, opened the lips, caressed what he called the little doodle, my clitoris, which was rampant with lewdness. I told him to feel inside with his middle finger; he pushed it up—I nipped it, to his astonishment, so that he could hardly withdraw it. Nature, unknown to him, acted her part; his cock, which had gone down after piddling, stood stiffer than ever.

I laid hold of it, and said— “‘How comes this, Henry? You can’t want to piddle again.’ “‘No, no, but I feel queer all over, I don’t know why, and it seems to have raised my doodle as you see.’ “‘If you will keep it secret I will show how it comes about.’ “He promised that he would never, never, tell anything I should teach him. So I said— “‘Come to my arms, lie down on my belly, and I will teach you. There that is it.’ “His cock beat fiercely against my cunt. I passed my hand down, guided it into my longing cunt, then placing real nude teen virgins real nude teen virgins my hands on his buttocks pressed down and forced his charming shaft up to the hairs of my longing cunt, foaming with my father’s and the footman’s sperm, so that he slipped in with the greatest ease; but no sooner was he hilted than one of my exquisite cunt pressures made him cry out with unexpected pleasure, while I spent with the delicious conviction that I was enjoying the first fruits of a beautiful youth. I told him how to move in and out, nature did the rest the moment he knew what to do.

A very few thrusts brought down his first tribute on the altar in the exquisite recess of Venus, the voluptuous goddess of love.