"One warm day in the spring of the year, I called at her mother's house
as usual and was informed by the servant that Mrs. Murdock was not home
and would not return before evening; but that Miss Margaret was in the
drawing room. I ran upstairs and found her seated on a rocking chair
engaged in sewing. I ran up to her and shook her by the hand, asking
tenderly after her health. She answered me with civility and I took a
seat close by her side and gazed fixedly on her beautiful face. We
conversed on different subjects a little while, then I passed my arm
round her waist and kissed her. She made no resistance but a deep blush
suffused her face and neck.
"'Kiss me darling,' I whispered in her ear.
"The charming creature advanced her face toward mine and brought her
lips in contact with my own; before she was aware of it, I gently
inserted my tongue into her mouth. This species of kissing appeared to
please her, for a shiver ran through her body and I met with hers in
reply. I now glided my hand down the front of her dress and felt her
plump, firm white bubbies, first molding and pressing them, then
forcing my hand as far as possible toward her smooth belly. She
murmured a few words of objection to these enterprises on my part, so I
withdrew my hand and drew her on my knees. I now commenced to kiss her
eagerly, during which time I was cautiously raising her petticoats with
my fingers; at last my hand came in contact with her naked thighs. When
I felt her deliciously formed limbs I could scarcely restrain myself,
but pressed her frantically to my heart. Margaret appeared to be as
much excited as I was and I saw her direct her eyes to the front of my
trousers, which I assure you stuck out in a very unseemly manner.
"'Someone might come,' said the charming girl, her cheek dyed with the
deepest crimson. And she suddenly jumped from my lap and, running to
the door, shut and bolted it. She then returned to me and I drew her
between my legs.
"'I love you darling,' I exclaimed, and while speaking, I raised her
petticoats from behind with one hand until it rested on her
magnificently formed buttocks--how firm and smooth were those white
cushions and what pleasure I took in manipulating them at will! With my
unoccupied hand I seized one of hers and brought it down on my rampant
member, which was so stiff and unruly that it was ready to burst the
bonds which confined it. Finding that she made no resistance to my
proceedings, I unbuttoned the front of my trousers, and my staff
nestled itself in her grasp. She was evidently astonished at the size
and condition of my member.
"'You must be aware, darling,' I exclaimed, 'that this ought to be
hidden from sight, and you have a place proper to receive it.'
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