ESMERALDA

The woman placed the lamp on an old table, descended into the stairway, and closed the trap after her. As her footsteps creaked down the miserable stairs, Phoebus hastened to push the floor bolt in place. The old woman heard the sound, and laughed to herself, saying, “It’s many a lesson master Phoebus will teach her before sunrise.”

And now the officer was alone with the fair prize he had persuaded to come to this secluded garret-with him. Well she knew, virgin though she was, the object of his desire. And now, as she found herself alone with him, in spite of her love for the handsome soldier she was blushing, trembling and confused, as he came from the fastening of the trap and seated himself on a great old chest beside her. Next to the chest was a dingy old bed.

For some moments he held her dainty hand in silence. Her cheeks were flushed and her long drooping lashes shaded her eyes. The officer, to whose face she hesitated to raise her glance, was radiant. A luxurious warmth was already stealing through his eyes which began to grow misty. At last, with trembling voice, she said, “Oh my lord Phoebus. Do not despise me. I feel that I am doing very wrong.”

“Despise you, my pretty child,” he replied, “and why?”

“For coming here with you.”

“On that point, my beauty, we are not agreed. 1 should not despise you, but hate you.”

“Hate me?” she cried, in startled eagerness. “What have I done?”

“For requiring so much urging,” he replied.

.“Alas,” said she, “that is because I am breaking a sacred vow. But what does that matter? Why should I need father or mother now?” So saying, she fixed her large dark eyes upon the captain. She was silent for a moment, then a tear fell from her eyes, a sigh from her lips, and she said, “I love you.”

There was such an odor of chastity, such a charm of virtue about the young girl that Phoebus had not felt entirely at his ease with her. But this speech emboldened him. “You 1ove me,” he said rapturously, and he slipped his arm around her waist. He had only waited for such an opportunity.

“Phoebus,” she said, gently removing his eager hands from her girdle, “I love your name; I love your sword. Draw you sword, Phoebus and let me see it.”

He unsheathed his rapier with a smile. She studied the handle, the blade, examined the letters on the hilt with adorable curiosity, and kissed the sword as she said, “You are a brave man’s sword. I love my captain.”

Phoebus took advantage of the situation to imprint on her bent neck a kiss which made her start up red as a cherry.

‘Phoebus,” she resumed presently, “walk about a little, so that I may have a good look at you, and hear your spurs jingle. How handsome you are!”

He rose and gratified her; he waded about a little, gazing at the fair face and form of the beautiful creature, then he came and sat again beside her. Passion was now beginning to work in him. “How hot and stuffy this old garret is,” he said. “You are lighter clad than I and do not notice, but I am suffocating. This May night is like early summer.” And, without comment from the girl, he rose and took off the heavy collar, belt, sword and outer garments which. the custom of those times prescribed for an officer, and the heavy boots with the jingling spurs, leaving but his knee-length trousers and his long stockings to cover his limbs, while above his waist but a thin under-garment covered his body. Esmeralda started involuntarily as she saw his action, but again relapsed into thoughtfulness. Then he came and sat beside her again, this time very closely. The warmth of her body quickly penetrated the thin garment which he wore, and still further intoxicated him.

Words of love rose to his lips, to which the happy girl listened with increasing delight. Wrapped in her own thoughts, she dreamed for some moments to the sound of his voice. With arm around her waist, unhindered now, he pressed her and again told her of his love.

“Oh, how happy you will be, how happy you will be tonight!” he murmured at last, and gently undid her sash. This rude action startled her from her reverie for a moment, and then she again became pensive and silent. Made bold by her gentleness, he again lovingly pressed his arm around her waist, and then silently removed her girdle. She was still dreaming, and with ardent gaze and trembling hand he began to unfasten her bodice. Hardly was this delightful task half performed when the soft garment began to fall away from the bright neckerchief which it had held in place. The blissful lover, quick to seize the opportunity drew the pin which held the folds of the handkerchief together, raised her slightly from the wall against which she was leaning, and snatched it off. Her lovely shoulders, rosy and polished, shone above the top of her loosened bodice. She started like a -frightened fawn as she realized that his eager eyes were feasting on her nakedness, even so little, but almost as quickly she became dreamy again and let him lave his way.

The captain quickly applied his active fingers to the remaining laces of her bodice and in a moment the task was finished; it was entirely open, and through the filmy gauze of her chemisette he saw the lovely hillocks of her beautiful bosom. With a groan of joy, he slipped the bodice off first one arm, then the other, and madly tossed it away.

Gasping for breath, he devoted his attention to her skirts, eagerly he loosed them. Then he knelt before to remove her slippers. Boldly now, placing his hands under her garments up to her knees, he unfastened her stockings and pulled them both off. She started involuntarily when his hands touched her limbs, but again became passive, though with an ever increasing flush on her cheeks.

Murmuring to her to remain quiet, he rose quickly to his feet and with mad eagerness tore oth his remaining garments. In a trice he was naked, a splendid specimen of manly vigor.

Now he stood boldly before her and said, “Esmeralda, be mine” as he offered her his hands. The dreaming girl was roused from her reverie by the sound of his voice; she opened her eyes wide, saw the ugly red bandage of his lusty manhood before her, and for an instant she hesitated and turned her lead away, the last resistance of virgin modesty not uncommon at such a moment. Then le spoke, with tones tenderly passionate, and nature overcame that momentary hesitation; the inborn desire of the flesh asserted itself; she gazed into his eyes an instant, her own brimming with moisture. His hands were still stretched to her and she rose to grasp them. As she did so, her two loosened skirts fell to the floor, and the gauze of her chemisette, reaching only half way to her knees, was all that covered the trembling beauty He took her hands, and she stepped out of those perfidious garments. Then for a brief instant le gazed into her sweet face, seeing in it the answer to his own glowing passion, then with hands slaking with excitement le undid the fastening of that last garment. It fell open at the neck and one last instant he stopped before the final unveiling of those lovely beauties, and then he pushed the straps off her shoulders. The garment was soft as silk and dropped unhindered to the floor.

His whole body trembled as le looked upon her naked flesh. Her hands and feet were most dainty; her arms and legs exquisitely turned; the rosy freshness of her skin heavenly. With all these, she possessed fullness of breast more voluptuous than classic, and hips of almost Eastern heaviness, withal there was a suppleness and vigor in her appearance that told the practiced eye of Phoebus that here was the richest prize that he had yet been permitted to gather to his arms.

With an effort he restrained himself from seizing her as she stood there with eyes half closed, but le laid his hands upon those polished shoulders, thrilling even at that touch of her fair skin, and exclaimed in a voice broken by passion, “Esmeralda, tell me again that you love me.”

And she, gasping with emotion, cried out, “Oh come, do with me what you will! I am yours. Take me, take everything. What is my mother to me now? You are my mother, for I love you Phoebus, my adored captain, it is I. look at me, it is that little girl who comes in search of you. My soul, my life, my body are yours. I am all yours, my captain. I will be your mistress, your pleasure. Take me, Phoebus, this is all yours.”

As she said this in a voice choked with passion she lung her soft arms around the officer’s neck. She gazed into his face imploringly, her beautiful eyes swimming with tears, and an indescribable smile on her lips. The enraptured captain thought careful not to allow his body to touch hers, pressed his lips to those beautiful shoulders. The young girl, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her head thrown back, trembled beneath his eager caress. Then finally he joined his burning lips to her own and each drank in from the other a long draft of love. They kissed long and deeply, till at last, in a little closer embrace, he allowed her snowy hillocks to be pressed for the first time, though careful not to let his hips reach hers, nor his lustily throbbing tool to scarcely approach her snow-white form. But that pressure of her luscious breasts was a charming introduction, for her, to the beautiful story which she read that night, the first true beginning of that sweet delight of the flesh; the first step in that delicious contact of strength and beauty which ends in the dizzy climax of the supreme inner kiss of Venus triumphant.

And when her breasts joined the thrill of their pleasure to the sweet sensation she was drinking in at her lips, the new delights were too much for the young girl and she leaned heavily against her lover. He understood and led her to the old couch, whose dingy furnishings were now to be the bridal bed of Esmeralda, whose glorious beauty would lend to that old couch the charm of the King’s own.

She lay down upon it and moved toward the back. She knew he would soon be beside her. He stood, partly turned away, for a short time, gently caressing his inflexible rod of steel, burning to posses the treasure house of the lovely maiden. Then he came to the bedside and looked down upon her. With parched lips, distended nostrils, and swimming eyes, he gazed for a brief moment upon the round, full titties, the richly developed thighs, the amply cushioned hips, and, in the midst of this rich whiteness, the mossy nest of dark hair which surrounded the place where soon were to be gratified their now mutual desires.

Her languor gave place to ardor. She opened her eyes, turned slightly toward him, caught his lustful gaze fixed upon her treasure house, and for just one last instant, as she looked upon his rod for the last time before it ravished away her virginity, a slight feeling of dread came over her. Then desire again conquered, she was willing, nay, anxious now to know what were the sensations which this crimson instrument of torture could impart, and she stretched out her arms toward him, smiling.

Instantly he placed himself beside her, quickly slipped one arm beneath her neck and shoulders, clasped the other around her warm body, and drew her full length against him. And she, too, threw her lovely arms around him, pressed her supple form close to his body. Each trilled too greatly for words by that exquisite contact of the flesh, they lay a long time in silence, immovable, only the heaving of their breasts as they were pressed together, and the constant throbbing of his tool extended between his belly and her fair white form, being an exception to that loving rigidity.

Then, after what seemed an age of pleasure as the inexperienced girl was trilled through and through by this embrace, he moved down just a little, placed one leg over hers, and allowed the heat of his tool to nestle in the mossy fringe a little above that spot where their supreme love was soon to be consummated. It was too much for her equanimity; at that near approach of the male engine she cried out and pressed her lot lips dose against him. Firmly she held her body to that steel. Then he, teasingly, moved back a little, but now she pressed close to him as he did so, unwilling to lose any of that contact. They played many times thus. Now the hairy muscular leg of the man would embrace the white fairness of the girl’s limbs, and, when le drew away, she would embrace his in turn. But each was careful not to separate -far enough to take for very long that fiery spur from the mossy nest where its rod lead was buried, only a couple of inches above the amorous lips, beyond which lay paradise. And directly under that mossy covering, already drinking in, through the skin, the magnetism of that lusty steel, was her exquisitely sensitive clitoris, fully distended and throbbing with mad anticipation. The girl was now sighing and moaning with delight, and Phoebus was charmed immeasurably by her delightful beauty and her steady and rapid advances toward the beginning of the real act, which was now at hand. For the heat of her hips covered with perspiration, the sexual odor which her whole body began to give out, the steady pressure of her firm round breasts against him, the moisture which filled her eyes and now and again overflowed on her cheeks, all these things told him that the time for taking full possession of the beauty had come.

Gently le turned her back, still holding her against him though relaxing the pressure upon her love spot as his weight came upon her and he moved his rod backward, so that when he had her upon her back it was poised between the snowy luxuriance c thighs. Quietly they lay again from some time, until she became accustomed to the weight of a man upon her, and realized the fact that the very pressure, upon the breasts of a girl who is not regularly thus treated, is productive of a pleasant sensation.

Then at length, when le thought she was prepared for the great lesson, he gently raised himself slightly and with his right hand sought the love spot and carefully caressed away any hair which might have covered the treasure. Then he moved his lusty tool toward the entrance. With his right hand he pressed it down a little, till it was just at the gateway, then he moved forward just a little more. It touched the moist lips…  another slight movement, and another... a smothered cry from the girl, and his head was inside.

The utmost care was necessary to keep from spending; she had almost overpowered him already by her intense magnetism, so he remained motionless a short time, both hands underneath her shoulders. Absolutely still they lay, though he could distinctly feel the mad beating of her heart. So they remained quiet, till he felt he was fully in control of himself, for he knew what she, in her innocence, did not understand, that a severe trial must come before both their passions could be realized. Her sacrifice of pain must be made before her fruits of pleasure could be gathered.

So now being calmer, he gently began to push his tool into that virgin sheath. She could not remain quiet then, but gasped and moaned with every fresh movement. The distension of her sheath by that fleshly steel caused a continual augmentation of her sensations, which were those of delight only until he had advanced about half the length of that rod, and then she suddenly drew back, involuntarily. He had reached her maiden-head. Now, for the first time, he had to reassure her, telling her there would have to be a little pain before their pleasure could be consummated, but only for this once, and ever after that nothing but joy would attend the operation. With such words he calmed her as best he could, then clasped her soft shoulders and made his first charge, a rather strong one, at the barrier. It held firm, but the girl cried out in pain. He knew it was useless to talk her any more, for the deed had to be done, regardless of the pain, before they could complete their divine union. Again he drew back slightly, and pushed against the membrane. It still held, and poor Esmeralda cried aloud. Another backing, another push of the tool, and another failure, but now the poor creature was frightened.

“Oh, Phoebus, spare me,” she moaned, “spare me. “Oh, I’ll do anything for you, but let me go. Oh, please let me go!”

He knew he could not, for it would have to be done some time if he released her, and she would be too frightened some other time to undergo the ordeal. So he waited a little, and pleaded with her, cheered her as best he could, and tried to calm her fears, though he was not entirely successful.

But when she was somewhat quiet, he again, without speaking, braced himself for a fourth trial. His hot hands clasping her shoulders again, le drew his horn back half an inch from the bar, and charged it again. Again no result, except a scream of pain  from the panting girl, and though her fair arms clung around him, she bitterly lamented her fate now. But he, in silence, drew back again. A fifth ram, and only more cries and sobs. Oh, how he pitied the poor lamb to whom he was forced to be so cruel. Tears stood in his own eyes as he raised his head and looked down into her dear face drawn with pain, the lovely eyes dim with crying, and he sank down and poured his own tears upon her neck. But nature roused again. Again he drew back his thus far bathled tool. Over half an inch away he stopped and gave another push, but oh, unhappy girl, only her sad cries were the result;

“Oh, my darling Phoebus, 1 can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. I can’t! I can’t! Please, please, let-me go. Oh, Phoebus, please help me, please! Please!”

But he did not answer. He felt the poor girl’s agony must be ended, at any price; he could not endure those pitiful cries. There was but one way, and that was the right way, cruel though it might be. He put his hands quickly under her shoulders harder than ever, he drew back over an inch from the barrier and braced his sturdy legs hard against the chest. The unhappy girl sobbed aloud as he did so, but le was adamant; and this time his rod was adamant, too, for he gave a massive thrust, its hard head struck the bar vigorously so that it broke, and the impetus of his stroke caused him to pass a good inch beyond it as the poor creature screamed aloud again and again. Had one outside listened, he would lave thought the unhappy lass was being severely punished instead of being prepared for the consummation of the greatest happiness tat could come to her: Her pain, however, was most real, and for a long time after the conquering of her last resistance she lay there and sobbed and her dear body quivered with emotion.

But all tings have an end, and eventually she became calm. He encouraged her all he could, and gradually nature began to instill passion into her veins again. He moved slightly in that clasping sheath, and the healing oil with which he had anointed his tool before possessing her had done its work, and soon the motion gave her only pleasure. The instant she realized that, her passion increased rapidly, and soon he felt emboldened to push on toward the goal. As he advanced further into her treasure house, the pressure upon her mount of Venus became heavier; the exquisitely sensitive organ which lay beneath that mossy hillock was forcibly diminished in size, and every added pressure upon it added to her sensations of delight.

Now both were eager for the climax. The ever increasing heat of the beauty, only temporarily subdued, caused in Phoebus an irresistible desire to try the powers of the fine white body he embraced, and to bestow upon the lovely virgin the first burning stream of passion from a man’s loins, while as for Esmeralda, now that the pain was over, she was not only sexually anxious, but mentally curious to know the manner in which that rod would operate to end forever her state of maidenhood.

He took a firm hold beneath her soft shoulders, this time to give her the most divine pleasure, she knew it, and wrapped her lovely arms tightly, one around his neck, the other just below his shoulders. An observer would have noted the ecstatic look on her face as he stiffened his arms, pressed his legs against the old chest, and pushed his rod of steel deeper within that tight sheath. Then, for the first time, those maiden lips which guarded her supreme sanctuary felt the touch of a man; from head to foot the virgin trembled at that first kiss, crying out with joy. For an instant, fearful of too sudden a result, he drew back slightly, then, when each had recovered from the first shock, he again placed the head against the sanctuary. And now, from the conjunction of those parts, a thrill of delightful sensation began to flow back and forth between them. Rising from her virgin lips as they were pressed by that hot head, she could feel a thrill of exquisite pleasure rush up through her spine to her brain, most beautiful visions passing before her eyes as she felt it descend again to her treasure house and flow in an electric current into his iron spur. She could feel him quiver slightly as it mounted to his brain and filled him with the glorious bliss it had her. Again and again it flowed back and forth from one to the other, and with each return to her body it was more intense, more delightful than before. The more tightly she wrapped her arms about him and pressed her fine legs dose against him, the higher rose her pleasure. Still more rightly she clung to him, and quicker and quicker came her hot breaths. He exerted every effort of will to prevent throwing the rush of his passion into her as she panted and quivered and clasped him, and suddenly, as he expected, her arms and legs relaxed, the rigidity of her form was gone in an instant, and she lay perfectly quiet. He raised his head. Her eyes were half closed, her cheeks crimson with passion, and she was giving up the first tribute of her fountain of love. It was her virgin oil, this time, which never can flow but once, that was pouring from her cup to anoint the conquering instrument of the lucky Phoebus. Very quickly he felt its effect on the head of his tool and with difficulty he restrained himself. His breath came quicker; his hips began to twitch m spite of himself, so eager were the driving muscles to ram the beauty. Now his head was bathed in the steady flow, and every instant it sent a deeper burning thrill through his nerves. He could nor last much longer but now the girl was fast recovering her strength. He raised his head once more. She opened her eyes wide. They were brimming over again, but this time with the intoxication of her present and anticipated happiness. She wrapped her glorious arms around him once more; she again pressed her ivory legs close against his. Her virgin tribute to her lover had been paid, and now she was eager to give up that virginity.

With a mad cry he tightened his arms, he stiffened his legs against the chest, and he pushed the ravisher against the thrice willing victim firmly.

The sight of those two white bodies in that divine embrace was indescribable.

With every nerve and muscle tense, they strained their eager forms together.

There was one last supreme instant of silent immobility, of exalted anticipation. Then a mighty throb shook the whole length of that vigorous tool, nestled in her virgin lips.

She realized the climax was dose at hand.

They gasped, once, for breath.

A second throb, stronger than the first... the seed was near the goal.

The secret of life came to her. For with the third magnificent convulsion her purity was gone forever and the divine glories of heaven itself were hers. She screamed aloud as she felt that first destroying and revivifying blast of passion’s substance, the happiest cry a man can hear, that of the despoiled virgin who is happy.

He had cried out, too, a sound strange to her. A girl hears it only once, the rejoicing in the delighted ravishment of a virgin eager to learn all that life has in store for her.

A second massive stroke dashed its hot fluid all over the deflowered place, and she again cried in ecstasy, but this time her cry was that of knowledge gained, and desire consummated.

Then as his lusty strokes continued, pouring their hot cream upon her, she began to struggle with pleasure under its lashings. She cried aloud again and again, “Oh, Phoebus, please let me go. Let me go. Let me go! You are killing me, Phoebus. Oh Phoebus, I love you, I love you! I love you so! Oh, Phoebus, please let me go. Please!”

The lover had heard such words before, though surely never from as charming a creature as this. He began to bend his back slightly and move his horn forward and back. The motion was maddening to the already agonized girl. She cried our in supreme passion as he thus tortured her. He rammed a little harder, and again, sweet music to his ears, she moaned our, “Oh, Phoebus; my love, let me go. Please! Please! Oh, my love, my Phoebus, what are you doing, what are you doing to me? Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me. Oh, don’t! Oh, please, please don’t!”

She swooned away as his arrack ceased. Her defilement was complete.

Slowly they returned to earthly consciousness; gradually the fierce bear of their passion cooled. But for some time the fair bride of love clung closely to the man who bad violated her chastity, and then after many a whispered word of love was exchanged amidst her happy sighs, he gently disengaged her fair arms and carefully withdrew.

As she lay there, her bosom was still heaving with the rush of her feelings. The beautiful round globes which had seemed so lusciously large when the flimsy chemisette fell from them were well pressed down from the attack they had experienced. Her eyes were still staring; her disheveled hair lay round her shoulders; her fair, round arms lay quiet at her sides. In that short space of time, long as it has taken to tell it, she had been transformed. Bur her thoughts, when thoughts returned, were nor of regret. The world had revealed itself to her in a new light, and she, though physically fatigued for the moment, was supremely happy. The modest, trembling confused virgin who had entered that garret so short a time before bad been touched by the magic wand of man’s strength, and now she lay there bolding in her treasure house, so ruthlessly violated, the invigorating seed of her lover’s loins. Her maiden purity was gone, bur she realized from that one blissful experience the wealth of her own charms, and knew what they meant to a lover, and was nor aggrieved at the discovery.

After a time she rose from the bed for a few moments, and then, she was ready, came in her sweet nakedness back to it, and lay down again. Well she knew that their night of love had only begun; that soon again her gallant lover would seek her fair body for their mutual delight.

When Phoebus approached the bed, she turned first her shining dark eyes, then her lovely white body, freely toward him with very different feelings from those with which she had met him the first time.

His strength bad returned and he gazed with sensual eye upon the loveliness of the girl he had so madly violated. And the appeal of those shining eyes, those warm lips, those lovely titties, those ivory legs, those sweet white arms, those ample hips, and that dark nest of love in the midst of that white voluptuousness, could nor be resisted. He quickly lay down beside her, and they closely embraced again. Again and again he kissed her hot lips. This time it was not a novice bur an ardent young beauty that he clasped in his arms. She had tasted the luscious fruit, foolishly called forbidden, and was soon eager to repeat the feast. Nature urged her on; the hot breath and lustful kisses of her lover roused her desire to draw from him gain a tribute of his strength to her beauty. His animation was heightened by the increasing warmth of the happy girl, who now lay panting on his breast, half on top of him, offering herself again to be loved. Again his organ pressed against her fair body. Her animated curiosity, now no longer restrained by modesty made her bold enough to slip her dainty hand down and grasp the lusty instrument which had violated heir virginity. She wrapped her soft fingers around it and squeezed it gently. She ran her hot hand down to his hairy storehouse and grasped it in her warm clasp. Several rimes she pressed the hairy nuts in her unaccustomed hand. You must pardon her, fair reader for she had never- seen a man all for herself before, and her interest in his make-up was perfectly natural. She pressed, as I have said, the hairy balls in her dainty fingers, the hot head of his throbbing rod lying along her soft, white arms as she did so. And with every pressure of the bag, drawn up tightly as it was, a thrill went through him from head to foot. She noted this, and laughed at his uneasiness. He was soon trembling with passion, and mad to mount her. Convulsively his hips began to work the tool up and down against her lovely arm as he held her against her.

She knew what that movement meant now, and she would nor have that treasure seed spilled, except just as nature intended it. She instantly let go his bag, took her hand away, clasped both arms around his neck, and crowded her luscious hips against his tool. Clinging together, she turned on her back. She cried with joy as the pressure came on her mons veneris. Once more his band sought the love spot, and with breathless eagerness she remained in absolute silence while be pressed his bead for the second time against her outer lips. Eagerly they welcomed the steel spur now, not a stranger, nor a ravisher, this time, but a loving friend in the fair one’s distress.

With delicious cries of happiness she received it as it entered her hot sheath and advanced toward her sanctuary, unhindered now by any barrier; nothing but delight was hers and his as closely her arms wrapped around his body. She was nor merely receptive now, she was eager to assist.

And her lover, overjoyed with the ardor of the young beauty, desired this time to bring the passionate bliss to a still higher plane than before, gratifying his lust with the most extravagant sensations which her richly developed hips and hot temperament could be made to afford.

He advanced upon the fair girl and soon his head nestled in her cup again. He pressed his raging head upon those lips, and thrills of delight again and again flowed between them just as before. From her flushed face to the tips of her dainty feet she was happy, and in the center of all sensations, between her fine legs, seemed to rest all the blessings of paradise.

And now he told her that their passion this time must rise to greater heights than at first; that with her assistance, they would climb to the most dizzying summits of ecstasy. The young girl, already brimming with passion, listened to his words with thoughts which cannot be described. She had learned all there was to know; she did nor realize that she had for her lover a man of great experience in the art of love. If there were greater delights than she had experienced the first time, she did nor think she could endure them, bur she determined to try and as she found our, her powers kept her with him to the last.

He slipped his hands now under her hips, her plump buttocks pressed heavily upon them, and began gently to stroke her. She put both hands around his neck. He pressed her hips rightly with his strong hands, and, at his direction, she curved her back somewhat helping to raise her hips. For quite a little time they did this, she thrilling with joy at every stroke. Assisted by his hands as be stroked, she lifted her hips to meet him, and soon they were rocking in blissful union. The delightful girl was quivering already with passion, bur her good sense told her to be as calm as she could and enjoy it as long as nature would possibly allow. So for many strokes they rose and fell together, though the passion of both was steadily rising. Finally she began to cry out with the sensation, and as he was fearful of her passion oil flowing, they rested.

Quiet they lay, and the observer would have seen as Phoebus whispered to her that he spread his legs somewhat, though still keeping them firmly against the chest. Then he would have seen her raise her lovely legs and cross them over his, her shapely calves resting on the back of his hairy limbs, her dainty feet together. And when he felt that sweet, smooth flesh pressing upon him, a rush of passion dashed over him and he drove his angry rod tightly into the cup of the beautiful creature. Thrilled instantly by the magic pressure, she trembled in his grasp. She clung to him an instant more tightly, and then, with moans of delicious pleasure, she opened the rich fountains of her treasure house and madly poured her oil upon that straining bead. Prepared this, she did not relax so much this time as at first, bur much of strength remained. Abundantly she poured our her glorious oil, and quickly her full animation was at their mutual service.

Each knew that now the dizzy heights were to be reached.

Well nigh crazed already by the passions each had roused in the other, they pressed their panting bodies together with immense eagerness.

More tightly, if possible, be wrapped his arms around her steaming haunches.

Nervously she slipped her arms down around the middle of his back, pulling him upon her with all her strength.

Tighter she pressed her exquisite calves and polished legs against his straining muscles.

And when that embrace was tightest, he began to drive his rod against her cup.

It was the beginning of the mad rush to heavenly joys.

She curved her supple back and came up with every stroke. They rocked up and down for about a score of strokes, until he knew that now it must be.

He told her what to do.

Instantly she reversed her ardent motions.

Se stayed up, after she had rocked up with him, till he drew back.

Then, as he drove into her, she came down against him.

At the very first thrust, she screamed aloud.

How could any girl endure such an attack?

Again he dew back. Again she rose. Again be came nearly to the outer lips. Again he drove. Again her scream of delicious agony resounded through the room.

It was raking every conceivable effort of willpower for him to hold off so long.

For the fourth time, he pulled back, and once more he rammed and she came to join him; once more his head ran the torrid length of that oily sheath and, crammed hard against the cup.

She cried out harder than ever. She was sobbing, too, bur with consuming passion.

Suddenly from her womb poured forth a second spending, but it did nor weaken her.

His head tasted her spending and instantly sent the message to his brain and all over his whole nervous system.

She was a beautiful demon of crazed womanhood; her whole soul was centered in her maddening sensations of passion.

Seven times he drew back and rammed the whole length of her oily cavity with one lusty movement. He understood her.

She reached down still further. She grasped his haunches. She strained her calves harder against him.

He wrapped her hips in a mighty grip as she held her lovely hack in a rich curve.

She exerted every muscle of her glorious arms and legs to pull him up harder against her thighs.

In that supreme embrace, they reached the heights of paradise.

Without a preliminary throb, bur with a mighty rush of scalding sperm, in the very fist stroke of that maddening climax, the mighty realization of their desires was inaugurated.

With a wild cry, their very souls rushed into mutual ecstasy. Of their two bodies they were now scarcely conscious, for their whole existence centered in that sheath where the culmination of earthly desires was being enacted.

They knew no other sensations save those which emanated from that passion center.

He could only give short rams now, so rightly were they clasped.

Bur the sensations were not intermittent, they were continuous.

Usually the delight in sexual union runs in waves, coincident with the thrusts of the ejaculations, but such were their bodies and their souls that from the time that first immense spurt of seed was thrown upon the already exquisitely tortured cup-the sensation of joy, supreme pleasure, superb intensity of passion, exalted delight of possession, mad delight of realization, the crazed delirium of the union of two such ardent souls - never ceased until long after the mighty rush of passion from the lusty loins of Phoebus into the glorious body of Esmeralda had ended its magnificent flow.

And now we must leave the lovely Esmeralda and the handsome Phoebus to pass the remainder of the night. We have not time to relate, bow after this supreme encounter of passion, they lay long in each other’s arms, enjoying innocent conversation. Both were wearied by that mighty convulsion of their mutual passion, and Phoebus knew, too, that the way to win a repetition of favors is nor to urge them too frequently. Bur before they finally disposed themselves to sleep, their desires reasserted themselves and they again went to heaven together. Then the now tired, bur nor satiated, girl fell asleep, and he soon joined her.

Bur when the next morning’s sun roused them both at once, each looked with delight upon the nudity of the other, and it was not long till interest turned to desire. Her eyes sparkled as she saw his tool raise its head proudly as he gazed upon her naked charms, and, after raking a good look at her vanquisher by daylight, she was nothing loathe to be gathered in her lover’s arms and have that ugly monster concealed from the light within the eagerly encircling sheath of her fair form.

When that charming act was accomplished, they rose and began to pick up their scattered garments which the haste of the night before had left where they might fall. And it took so long to find everything and playfully to begin to dress that his tool became erect again. And she in her chemisette and one flimsy skirt murmured not when he playfully threw her back on the bed, just as she was, opened the chemise and let her glorious bubbies out. He threw her thin skirt up to her waist and buried his amorous rod once more in her delighted cavity, and there, in that unconventional manner, they clung together until nature had had her own sweet way again, with loving Phoebus and lovely Esmeralda.

And how many times this blissful scene was repeated, during the long friendship of those two, I must leave you to guess.

Anaïs Nin and Friends