章節 52: The Love Affair of Mrs. Robin: A Tale of Lust and Devotion

"No," I said, "on the contrary, tell me all about yourself; I have not seen you since your marriage day, and I want to know how the after-part went off.

I was in dread lest our embraces leave traces that would make your husband suspect you were not all he had anticipated."

"You are a strange boy, my dear Alexander, and more of a man in every way than many ten years older than yourself.

Who would have thought such ideas would have been running through so young a head?

Well, my darling boy, I was somewhat uneasy on that very point myself and, indeed, had fixed the marriage day when I expected I should be unwell on the very night, but in that I was disappointed; nothing came, and I was driven to act in the best way I could.

I kept my legs close together. I got my hand down to that part of myself and kept squeezing my affair as close as possible.

I pressed hard with my fingers on his weapon as he forced an entrance, and all at once he gave way with a scream of apparent pain as he gave an extra thrust and let him penetrate at once.

An inexperienced husband takes much credit and imagination; I quite satisfied him that he was the first possessor of my person; but, oh, my beloved Alexander, I found I was really ready in the family way, and you, my dear fellow, are the father of the baby now within my womb."

"What? I! Is he the father of your baby? Oh, dear, darling Mrs. Robin; oh, say that again."

"It is indeed true, my dear Alexander, and the knowledge that I first possessed you, and you me, reconciles me to giving my husband a child that is not his."

"My child! My child!" I cried, and I danced around in a paroxysm of delight at the idea of being a father.

It seemed at once to elevate me to manhood and puff me up with pride.

I rushed upon dear Mrs. Robin, embraced her most warmly, and, pushing her back on the sofa, said,

"I must see how the little angel looks in his cell."

I turned up her petticoats and exposed all her beauteous belly, already swelling, showing there was more there than ever went into her mouth.

Her cunt, too, had become more prominent.

I stooped, kissed her lovely quim, gave it a good suck, then gamahuched her till she cried out for my prick to fuck her, and a most exquisite and rapturous fuck we had.

The thought that I was baptizing my own baby with my sperm stimulated my lubricity, and we ran a course of the most libidinous delights until we dissolved away in the most voluptuous death-like exhaustion of satisfied desires.

"Alexander, my darling, you must get up; remember, you may injure the dear little creature by too great an excess, so pray rise."

I rose at once, but only to embrace her most tenderly.

She complained of feeling somewhat faint and said we must now go to the house to get some wine.

We put ourselves in order, and all radiant at the thoughts of paternity, I strutted along as proud as a peacock, thinking no small beer of myself.

I hardly knew whether I stood on my head or my heels, and I was quite extravagant in my conduct.

Dear Mrs. Robin, she was obliged seriously to caution me before I could come to a proper reserved behavior in the presence of the servants.

She rested for about half an hour and was about to order the gig up to the door, but I implored her to send it round to the road below the summer house, as I should all the longer have the pleasure of being with her. She smiled and again gave me a pat on the cheek, as much as to say, "I understand you, you rogue," but did as I suggested.

So we proceeded through the grounds and were at the summer house some time before the gig could be harnessed and come around to the road below.

I did not wait for that, but embracing darling Mrs. Robin, I wanted to push her down on the sofa.

"No, no, dear Alexander, that will tumble my dress too much, and we shall have no time to put it in order; stop; I will kneel on the low couch, and you will stand behind.

I can guide you from below, and you know I always thought you got further in and gave me more pleasure that way than any other."

She knelt down, and I canted her clothes right over her shoulders and exhibited her fine buttocks, which, now that she was in the family way, had widened out and were fatter and rounder than ever.

First, by gluttonously kissing them, I brought my prick right against them.

Mrs. Robin projected her hand behind him, seized him, and guided him into her glowing and longing cunt, and he plunged at one bound up to the hilt.

"Gently, Alexander dear," she cried, "remember our dear baby is there, and you must not be too violent."

This at once reduced me to moderation. I had a hand on each hip, and as I slowly glided in, I pressed her splendid buttocks backwards to meet me.

I kept my body upright so as to enjoy the lovely sight of the movement of her bottom.

"Put your arm around and feel my clitoris, Alexander, dear."

I did so for a minute, and then whispered,

"It is such a delight to gaze on your splendid bum in action, so pray, apply your own finger to your clitoris, and let me enjoy the lovely sight."

"Very well, darling."

And I could feel her frigging away most furiously.

This enabled me to introduce the first one, and then two fingers, into her most delicious bottom hole.

When I found she was in the greatest state of excitement, I suddenly shifted my prick and substituted it for my fingers.

In her surprise and excitement, she had no time to resist, and I glided in, not too rapidly, quite as far as I could go.

She flinched a little and called me a bad fellow, but I held her hips too tight to allow her to unseat me, even if she had wished.

I begged her to let me go on, for I had never forgotten the delight of doing it this way the night before her marriage.

She made no reply, but I could feel redoubled action with her finger on her clitoris, and the muscular twitchings of her loins and sphincter soon convinced me that nothing would please her better than finishing our course where I was, and most delicious it proved.

We should have died away in loud cries of agonized delight, but for the necessity of prudence, doubtless the gig was then awaiting but a few yards off.

My darling mistress seemed unwilling to let me withdraw; she held my prick in such a close and firm embrace, throbbing on it from moment to moment and so exciting him that she shortly felt he was again stiffening inside of her.

She rose on her legs, and that action unsheathed me.

Then, turning around, she threw her arms around my neck and most tenderly embraced me, thanking me for having given her such exquisite proofs of love.