This time he stretched himself all his length on his back and drew me
on top of him. He clasped me around the waist, while I myself guided
his dart into my bower, which was burning to receive it. He then
insisted that I should pump up his spermatic treasures myself while he
would remain perfectly passive. I was quite agreeable, and began an
up-and-down motion. My vagina fitted his pego like a glove, and I had
not played horsewoman a dozen times before I felt his boiling sperm
inundate my womb, while I also poured down my share of love's elixer in
such profusion that it wetted both thighs and belly.
I shall not detain the reader by detailing how many times we sacrificed
ourselves to the shrine of Venus that night, nor shall I depict all the
postures and modes we persued, as I have many similar scenes to depict;
suffice it to say that when we got up the next morning we were both
thoroughly exhausted, and pale and feeble from our unwonted exertions.
For six weeks I enjoyed sexual delights in every possible form--not a
day passing without at least one experience of my cousin's
capabilities. At the end of that time he was compelled to return home.
He left me with the most ardent protestations of love and devotion, and
took an oath that he would marry none but me. I had such a confidence
in him that I firmly believed his word.
Chapter III
A NEW SCENE
After Harry's departure, my father's house grew more and more
distasteful to me, and I resolved to make an effort to leave it. One
day I went to him and expressed a wish to take a situation as
governess--he made but slight objections, and at last gave his consent.
I immediately sent an advertisement to the Philadelphia papers and
received several answers; amongst them was one from a Mr. Herbert
Clarence who lived in the village of Chester. He offered me such
advantageous terms that I at once accepted them, and the next day
started for my new home.
Riverside Lodge, as Mr. Clarence's residence was called, was situated
on the banks of the Schuylkill, and was fitted up with all the elegance
wealth could command. The grounds were handsomely laid out, the gardens
cultivated to the extreme of art, and in short, it bore more
resemblance to the residences we meet on the other side of the water
which are occupied by the proud aristocracy of England than the mansion
of a simple American gentleman.
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