Chapter 30: My Passionate Embrace: A Tale of Love and Sacrifices
"Oh, my dear darling boy, you made me suffer horribly at first, but I have been in heaven since.
Oh, how I love and adore you. But we must rise, my Alexander; we may be discovered.
We have, in fact, run great risk, as the door has not been fastened."
I rose and withdrew my prick from her reeking quim, which seemed to be under close pressure to let me go with regret.
I found it all bloody.
"Stop, Alexander; let me wipe it with my handkerchief, lest it stain your shirt."
She did so, and folding it up and placing it in her bosom, she said,
"I shall keep this precious relic as a memorial of the sacrifice I have made to you, my loved boy.
Ah! Alexander, you cannot yet understand the value of that sacrifice and the risk of ruin I have run for your sake.
I love you as I never loved anyone before or can ever love again.
My honor and happiness are now in your hands, and it is at your discretion that they rest.
Be careful never to exhibit any liberty of conduct towards me or to mention to anyone what has occurred."
It may readily be imagined that I gave her every assurance on that head and told her I loved her too dearly and was too grateful for the extreme happiness she had taught me how to enjoy for any chance of betrayal to take place through my indiscretion.
She embraced me tenderly, told me to go straight to the garden, that she must seek some repose after all that had happened, and that we should meet again at the midday meal.
I did as desired, full of sweet thoughts about the exquisite delights she had afforded me and already longing for the afternoon school hour to renew the enrapturing union of our souls and bodies.
Miss Rozy did not come down to her luncheon but had something sent up to her room. However, she joined me in the study room at two o'clock, as usual.
She was very pale, but she embraced me tenderly and was very endearing.
Of course, I
I immediately became excited and very enterprising, but she gently repulsed me and requested that I leave her quiet that day, as she felt not only exhausted but in pain and would be all the better for perfect repose.
I begged hard to be allowed some slight favors, if not all, but she was inexorable. Finding that I could neither do any lessons nor be quiet, she said,
"Then we must go into the garden; I think the fresh air and a gentle walk will do me good."
It instantly occurred to me that if I could draw her away to the summer house, I should have a better chance of succeeding in again enjoying her delicious embraces.
Accordingly, when she went up to her room to put on her bonnet and shawl, I possessed myself of the key to be prepared for my chance of success.
We walked about the flower garden for a while, with Miss Rozy taking my arm and most lovingly conversing with me.
She walked somewhat stiffly.
We sat down for a rest; shortly after, she felt the heat of the sun too great, so I proposed a walk in the shaded shrubbery.
I kept prattling on so as not to let her see how far I was leading her away; she appeared surprised that we had gotten so far when we came in sight of the summer house.
"Oh! Alexander, my dear, I am afraid it will fatigue me too much to walk all the way back without rest, and we do not have the key."
"Sometimes it is left at the door; I will run and see." Off I bound, slipped the key in the lock, and ran back to say it was there.
She followed me in and sank on the long, backless sofa, which had already served me so often.
I begged her to extend herself at length. I placed pillows on her head and drew a chair for myself near her.
She did not appear to have any suspicion of any act on my part, but I lay down by her side. She took my hand in hers, and we began a conversation that was very interesting in as much as it was about how we should regulate our conduct so as not to raise any suspicion of our amorous connection and also about how we should manage to meet from time to time.
"You, dear boy," she said, "I cannot now live without the comfort of your embraces, but you must remember, in my dependent position, discovery would be my ruin.
I rely on your silence and discretion, and if I am as dear to you as you, my adored Alexander, are to me, I may safely trust you."
I threw my arms around her neck and told her I loved her all too dearly and longed too much to return to her endearing and delicious embraces for her to have any fear of my committing either herself or myself.
She fondly embraced and kissed me. I became fired with passion. My hand wandered; her position only enabled her to make a feeble resistance.
I reached her beauteously covered mount; she murmured supplications to be left alone and held her thighs close together.
She was not aware of my knowledge of the parts, so inserting my finger into the upper part of the lips, I reached her clitoris and began rubbing in and out, purposely, in an awkward way, but taking care to hit the right point.
"Alexander, my Alexander, you must not do that—I cannot bear it."
At the same time, she threw her arm around my neck and drew me to her lips, which glued themselves to mine.
I felt her thighs yield and open. I immediately improved the occasion and began frigging her with my middle finger up her quim. Her passions became inflamed.
"Come then, my darling boy, to my arms; I cannot resist you longer."
In an instant, I was unbuttoned, had my trousers down, and was between her legs almost before she had concluded her sentence.
The excitement of my caresses had moistened her juicy cunt, and the head of my prick entered without any difficulty.
In my ardor, I was about to rush on with a vigorous shove when she implored me to be more gentle, as she still smarted from our morning encounter.
Moderating my movements and gently insinuating my stiff instrument, I gradually made my way up to its utmost limits and hardly occasioned even a grimace of pain. Here I stopped, leaving it sheathed up to the root and making it throb from instant to instant.
Then, seeking my loved Miss Rozy's mouth, our lips and tongues met.
Her arms around my waist became tighter in their embrace. The delicious folds of her luscious, juicy quim began to throb and press on my excited member.
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