章節 45: A Memorable Story of Forbidden Love: The Bride's Departure
Taking care to put two fingers at once into her bottom hole, I worked them so as to stretch them as much as possible while exciting her with my prick in her cunt and a finger on her clitoris.
Just as she was going into the raptures of spending, I dropped from my mouth a quantity of saliva onto her bottom-hole, and as she was pushing her buttocks back to me, I suddenly withdrew my prick, and with one vigorous thrust, I housed him half his length in her delicious bum-hole.She almost cried out aloud at the suddenness of the attack and would have flinched away, but for the grasp of both my hands upon her hips, a more vigorous shove sent me up to the hilt against her beautiful buttocks. She whispered—
"For heaven's sake, dear Alexander, do stop a moment; I can't bear it, and I must cry out if you do not be quiet for a while at least."
As I was safely fixed, it exactly suited me to remain still, for had I gone on, a push or two would have made me spend.
Now fairly engaged, I wished not only to fully enjoy it myself but, if possible, make her enjoy it too. So remaining quite still, as far as I regarded my prick, I stole one hand down to her clitoris and began to excite that; the other I ran up to her bubbies and played with the nipples, a thing that I had found out excited her almost as much as playing with her clitoris.
Her passions were soon reawakened, and the involuntary twistings of her loins and pressures of her sphincter convinced me that in a very short time I should work her up to the utmost, and so it was, and immensely she enjoyed both her own and mine when she felt my hot spunk shooting up into her very entrails.
We sank gently on our sides after this bout, but without unsheathing me; and here, embracing, kissing, and tonguing each other when she turned her head, and sometimes sucking the nearest nipple to me, we soon once more were in a state to renew our delicious combat; and a second course was run in the delightful callipygian recesses of Venus's second temple of lubricity.
This was our last bout, for, alas, it was getting to the hour when the house would be all astir.
My lovely mistress embraced me most tenderly and acknowledged that I had at last taught her a new pleasure.
She wept as she tore herself from my arms, and I wept too when she left me, as I thought I had now lost her for ever as a mistress, and what a charming one she had been to me!
The morning came, and with it came bridesmaids, bridegrooms, and men.
To church we all went, my sisters perfectly enchanted with the idea of being bridesmaids and beautifully arrayed in new dresses.
They were also still more delighted with the handsome jewelry presented by Mr. Robin.
In their eyes, he became the handsomest and finest man they had ever seen.
The breakfast went off as usual, and when the bride, who had changed her bridal dress for a neat traveling one, came down, pretty near all were in tears on taking leave of her.
She pressed me tenderly to her bosom and whispered,
"Courage, Alexander, dear."
It was almost too much for me, but I managed to restrain any extreme demonstration of my grief.
The carriage door was shut, and off they rattled to spend the honeymoon at Leamington.
The friends assembled remained until the evening, and after the sensations of the day and the fatigues of the previous night, I was glad to get to bed.
I cried myself to sleep, thinking that another person at that moment was reveling in all the delights of amorous enjoyment of those charms that had been so long in my sole possession.
Thus ended one of the most delightful episodes of my life, and although I, at some rare intervals, from time to time found an opportunity to enjoy my loved mistress, they were flying fucks, very delicious, but very unsatisfactory.
This was the first great incident that had the effect of changing the tenor of our existence for some time, but I will reserve the details of our after-adventures for a second part of these reminiscences about early experiences.
I sat in the empty room, alone with my thoughts and the silent tears that streamed down my face. It had been an unforgettable month, filled with passion, excitement, and adventure. And now it was all coming to an end.
My beloved had wed another and left our secret world behind. I had always known that our forbidden love could not last forever, but I still grieved her loss. She was the most beautiful, kind, and loving woman I had ever known, and the thought of her marrying another was almost too much to bear.
I recalled with sadness the final moments before her departure, when we had clung to each other, knowing that it would be the last time. "Courage, Alexander, dear," she had whispered, pressing me to her bosom one last time. It was almost too much for me, but I managed to maintain my composure.
After she left, I tried to carry on as usual, but everything felt empty and meaningless without her by my side. I longed for her every waking moment, wondering if she was thinking of me too. But I knew that our paths could never cross again and that I would have to learn to live without her.
Despite the pain, I was grateful for the memories we had shared. Our secret love had brought me happiness and joy like I had never before experienced. And even though it was short-lived, it was a love that I knew would always remain a part of me.
As I lay in bed that night, thinking about our time together, I had a sense of peace in my heart. I had loved and been loved, and nothing could ever take that away from me. I closed my eyes and let the sleep embrace me, knowing that tomorrow would be a new day and perhaps a new beginning.
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