'Except for quickly, over and over again, "my darling! my darling!" he said nothing, and as for me I was too much in heaven to think of speaking. To support myself, however, I had to put my arms around his neck, and I hung back so as to give myself to him as nature taught me to do.

'Charles did not make any attempt to take my maidenhead then. He wished to allure me by giving me nothing but pleasure, and oh! he succeeded! He pushed his big prick in until my maidenhead prevented further ingress and then he pulled it back until it was almost out, and each time he did so I felt my cunt open and its lips slip over his vast head. Again I felt that exquisite spasm, and Charlie cried out that he had made me "spend" again, but soon he got powerfully agitated, his movements grew quicker and quicker, his thrusts more energetic, until all of a sudden he crushed me to his bosom, keeping his prick in my cunt, as deep as he could, and I felt that he was pouring something in hot, quick jets into me! It made me "spend" again, and then I felt something hot twining all down my thighs, inside my drawers, and that all my bush and that part of me was inundated with something which had come from him. I felt almost inclined to faint with the inexpressible pleasure I felt, when all of a sudden I heard, "Lizzie! Liz-z-zie!"

'"Who is that calling you?" said Charles, quickly putting me off him and pushing my clothes down whilst at the same time he jumped up, tucked away that thrilling thing of this, which he had called his prick, and arranged his clothes as best he could.

'"Oh!" I cried, feeling dreadfully guilty and frightened, "It's mother!"

'"Well," said Charlie, giving me a hurried kiss, "don't be frightened; fasten you dress – call out that you are coming!"

'"I'm coming, mother!" I cried.

'"Come then, child!" was the answer as my mother went indoors.

'My lover peered through the tangled honeysuckle which hung over the hole I called my "window" and saw her go in. Then he took me in his arms and hugged and kissed me, and taking my left hand he put it on his huge, stiff prick, which was standing inside his drawers all up his belly, under the front buttons of his trousers, and put his right hand between my thighs, and pressing my throbbing cunnie, he kissed me again and again, and begged me to meet him the next evening at the same time, but to be careful not to let my mother notice anything strange in my behaviour and appearance. I promised, gave his delightful prick one more tender squeeze, and ran happy, but still nervous, to the house.

'After I had gone up to undress for the night I made a minute examination of my naked self. So I was a beautiful girl, was I? I had better bubbies than most other girls and my little cunt was a perfect gem! If only Charles could come to me in bed! How perfect it would be! He would do to me all night long what he had done to me in the summerhouse! But he was coming again next evening! I would try and get to sleep as fast as I could and dream of him.

'But sleep would not come. I was too excited. I found myself putting my finger into my cunnie as deep as I could, and pushing it in and out, as Charlie did his, but his finger was so much bigger than mine, it had given me more pleasure, and as for his prick, oh! was it possible so huge a thing could by any possible means all fit into my cunt? I could not believe it and yet he had told me it could. Why did it not all go in then this evening? Perhaps it was because he was so hurried! It might require more time. It was ever so long before I did sleep, and then, alas, I was disappointed! I did not dream of my lover or anything else.

'Well, the next day did seem long! But I took the greatest pains to seem quite myself, though I felt I had undergone a tremendous change. I did not feel like the little girl who only looked for her admired young officer to be happy at the bare sight of him. I now expected, wanted, desired much more! And I got it! For, although when he came and found me seated in the little house, he at first did nothing more than kiss me, and feel my bubbies and cunnie through my dress, because as he said my mother was so near it would be dangerous if I were in such a state of undress that I could not run out at once when she called, and meet and divert her from the summerhouse, yet, little by little, he grew more and more excited; he did not, indeed, open the bosom of my dress, but he put his hand under my petticoats, and caught hold of my cunnie and set it mad with his caressing fingers, and I, in my turn, felt his iron-stiff prick, until at last he said, "I think, Lizzie, we must have just one poke," and he asked me would I like to get his "man" out. Oh! would I not! I at once commenced unbuttoning his trousers and I got my hand in and pulled away his shirt and oh! the delight of getting that splendid big, hot thing in my grasp! and Charlie, delighted too, told me to be careful but to feel his balls, telling me how to get at them and I did! The darlings! How nice they felt! Like two fine eggs in a bag of velvet! and then he pulled down his drawers and again took me on his knees, and I had the same delight of feeling his prick just popping its big hard head in and out of my cunnie and of spending, and the quick thrusts and his almost groans of pleasure, and the hot quick jets of spend he poured into and all over my excited cunt! This time we were not interrupted by my mother, and whilst he held me, still with his prick in me, he asked me, "Lizzie, will you come and sleep with me? It would be so grand to be both in our skins in a nice warm bed! and then I could have you properly. I can't do it here. All of my prick ought to go inside you, but I cannot get half nor a quarter of it in."

'"Oh! I should like it, but how can I ever sleep with you, my dear Charlie?"

'"Oh! you must come away with me, of course! Tomorrow! Meet me here and I will take you to Dover. We will spend a week there! Well, will you come, Lizzie?"

'It seemed impossible. The idea of running away from home was so new to me and at first I could hardly bear the thought of it, but Charlie easily persuaded me; but what his persuasive voice said in words his still more persuasive prick said in eloquent silence to my eager little cunt! Oh! my cunt was on Charlie's side.

'I said I would do whatever he liked, and just what he told me. So, still keeping me in this delicious position, on him, he told me to get what few things I required, and to bring them during the next day, when I could best do so unobserved by my mother, and put them in the summerhouse, and to be sure to have my best dress and best hat and to bring all I had best, because I should travel as his wife, and I must look very nice indeed as his wife should. Then he said he would not come for me before nine o'clock, and I must manage to be quite ready. He wanted to know whether I should find it difficult to get out of the house so late, as, if so, we must make another plan. But I knew I could do it easily, and I did so long, long for the time to come. I assured him I would be quite ready, and as nicely dressed as he could wish for – my mother being a dressmaker and I being a good "model", she always had me well dressed, saying I was her walking advertisement.

'So, after a night of almost complete sleeplessness and what seemed an eternity of waiting, the fated hour came. I carried out Charlie's instructions. I took, bit by bit, the things I required, and hid them in the summerhouse, and when Charlie came he found me dressed and ready. I had changed my clothes and left those I usually wore every day on the seat, where my mother found them a few hours later. I was in such a ferment of mind and body that I have a most indistinct recollection of how we left the little summerhouse. I left it a virgin, not quite a chaste one it is true, and when I came back I was one no more! Heigh oh!