ied deeply into her sensitive quiver, and
the cheeks of her bottom trembled with the shock. Her sensitive vagina
contracted and she discharged before me, but when I felt my fingers
moistened, I withdrew them from their warm nest and, seizing her by her
hips, pushed my member for the last time into the narrow path, and she
drew from me the liquor of love in such great profusion that when I
withdrew my lance from its asylum the white cushions of her buttocks
were inundated with my mettle.

"When all was over, I assisted her to rise and we were satisfied for
the time, for our scene had been a prolonged one. I left her after
assuring her of my devotion.

"At last the time came for me to leave school and I lost sight of the
beautiful Cordelia. When I returned home I was quite a young man and my
experience with my preceptor's daughter had lighted such a fire in me
that I was soon looking about for a means to gratify my passion. I
determined that Margaret Murdock should be the next to receive my
embraces and I began immediately to lay my plans for the purpose of
effecting that object.

"Margaret was the daughter of a widow lady who resided in the village.
She was a gloriously beautiful girl, about eighteen years of age. Her
hair was a sunny auburn and hung in natural curls around a snow-white
neck. She was voluptuously made and extremely graceful. I managed to
get introduced to her, and visited the house quite frequently. I had
frequent opportunities to see her alone, and you may rely upon it, I
did not let the grass grow under my feet. In a few days I had advanced
so far as to put my arms around her waist and kiss her. Although at
first she somewhat resisted those embraces, she eventually submitted to
them and even returned my kisses.

"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 he