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  I carefully raised up her clothes. As I proceeded, I unveiled beauties enough to bring the dead to life, and losing all regard for delicacy, I threw them over the bosom of the sweet girl. Oh, heavens! what a sight met my gaze as, slightly struggling to escape from my grasp, she disclosed fresh secrets.

  Everything now lay bare before me - her mossy recess, shaded by only the slightest silky down, presented to my view two full pouting lips of coral hue, while the rich swell of her lovely thighs served still further to inflame me.

  I could gaze no longer. Hiding her face with the upturned clothes, I hastily unbuttoned my trousers. Out flew my glowing prick, standing like a Carmelite's. I sank upon her body; she heaved and panted with vague terror. I brought my member close to the lips. I pushed forward, and as I did so, I opened with my trembling fingers the soft folds of her cunt.

  I repeated my thrusts. Oh, heavens! how shall I describe what followed? I gained a penetration. I was completely within the body of the dear girl.

  I sank upon her, almost fainting with delight, my prick panting and throbbing in her belly. Oh, the ineffable bliss of that encounter. My pen trembles as I revert to the scene.

  What followed, I scarcely know. I pushed again and again, until I felt myself getting dangerously near the crisis.

  I observed her soft and still gloved hand beside the couch; I seized it, and covered it with kisses.

  Heavens! what fire ran through me. I burned; I was on the point of spending.

  Not unmindful of her reputation, even at that intoxicating moment when I felt the approach of the blissful moment of emission, with fear I thrust once more. My prick seemed to traverse the full extent of her belly.

  Then, groaning in the agony of rapture, I drew out my bursting member, and falling prone upon her, I drenched her little stomach and thighs with an almost supernatural flood of sperm.

  I lay for some time so utterly overcome with the intensity of my feelings that I could only close my eyes and press the dear girl to my breast.

  At length I rose; carefully removing the reeking trace of victory, I adjusted the tumbled clothes of my companion, and taking her tenderly in my arms, I placed her in an easy chair.

  I shall not attempt to describe all the degrees she went through before she came finally to herself and to a full knowledge of her complete womanhood. That she never blamed me for the part I had acted was the best guarantee that she had not regretted the accomplishment of my pleasing conquest.

  On recovering from the confusion and dismay consequent upon the event I have just narrated, my fair patient lost none of her volubility, but talked away on the subject of our recent encounter, and asked so many questions that I had hardly time to reply to them ere she puzzled me with fresh ones.

  Before she left me, I had initiated her into the exact proportions and nature of that potent invader whose attack she had so lately sustained.

  The handling to which my prick was now subjected in no way reduced its desire for a second engagement, but a consideration for the delicate state of my new-made disciple, and the tender condition which I knew her very little privates must be in, induced me reluctantly to postpone any further attempt, and she departed from my house, if not a maid, yet a perfect woman.

  Nothing could exceed the caution with which we concealed our secret enjoyments from every jealous eye, and yet I trembled lest my indiscretion should become known.

  There was only one thing for which we both panted, and that seemed too dangerous to be put into execution. Julia had often received the entire length of my large member in her little cunt, but that was the sum total of our bliss; to emit there was more than I dared.

  Several weeks had elapsed since the commencement of our intercourse, and during that period I had been unremitting in my attentions to the youthful charms of my new acquisition.

  She pined for the enjoyment, but I knew the risk of indulging her in her desires.

  Fear of setting her with child was with me always paramount, for although as a medical man I might have enabled her to get rid of the burden before maturity, yet I was alive to the dangers attendant on so serious an undertaking.

  One day, as with many sighs and much regret on both sides, we proposed to omit the most usual way of finishing the performance of the Cyprian rites, Julia gave vent.

  Julia, worked up almost to frenzy by the sweet friction, refused to permit my withdrawal, and throwing her arms round my loins, she finally detained me, while with wanton heaves and every exertion in her power, she endeavoured to bring me to the spending point.

  I was alarmed for safety, and vainly struggling to free my rampant prick from the warm, sticking folds that environed it.

  The more I struggled the closer she held me, and the closer I drew to the dreaded moment, the more she exerted herself to produce the feared emission.

  'Stop, stop,' I cried. 'Julia, my darling girl, I shall do it, I know I shall. Oh!'

  I could say no more, but with a violent drive forward I sank, spending on her belly; my prick fairly buried in her up to the hair, the semen spouting from me in torrents.

  As for my wanton companion, she threw back her head, and received the dangerous fluid with as much enjoyment as if it were herself who was trembling in the rapturous agony of its emission.

  Trembling in every limb, as much from the fear of the result as from the excitement of the act, I rose and helped the tender Julia to her feet.

  As she got up, a heavy pattering sound announced the return of the fluid, which ran in large drops upon the carpet and ran in rills down her beautiful thighs.

  A few days after this affair we were diverting ourselves with sundry little freedoms one toward the other, when Julia, seizing my prick in her soft, white, little hand, threw herself upon the sofa and, drawing me to her, commenced to kiss and toy with my member. This, as may be opposed, afforded me considerable pleasure, and I let her do what she pleased, wondering all the time what her next gambol would be.

  From kissing she took to sucking, and this delicious touch of drawing lips soon inflamed me beyond all restraint.

  Again she took it between her lips, and holding the loose skin tightly in her grasp, she made her hand pass rapidly up and down the huge white shaft until, heated to the utmost and almost spending, I jerked it out of her grasp.

  'Ah, my lad, you were afraid it would come out, were you?'

  I replied that I was only just in time to prevent it, upon which with a laugh and a smack on the ticklish part in question, she exclaimed: 'Well, then, my fine fellow, we shall see what we can make come out of that large head of yours.'

  Then, suiting the action to the word, she again commenced the agreeable titillation, until with nerves strained to the utmost pitch of luxurious excitement. Jutting out my member before me, I heaved my buttocks up and down, and with a few motions of her hand Julia fairly brought me to the emitting point.

  With a sigh of heavenly enjoyment I let fly the hot gushes of sperm on her bosom, while her fair hand, retaining hold of my throbbing prick, received a copious flood upon its dainty surface.

  After this we would frequently lie down together on the soft hearthrug and, each with a caressing• hand on prick and cunt, produce in one another those delightful effects which, say what people will, give a spur to the passions no man or woman can resist.

  We would operate on each other in this way until prudence compelled us to stop for fear of the concluding overflow, and then, waiting for a few minutes, would once more bring our senses to the verge of the impending flood.

  These hours were wiled away until a serious cause of anxiety arose to put an end to our security.

  As I had feared, Julia proved with child; bow could she be otherwise, with such an opportunity?

  As soon as she made me acquainted with the fact, I prescribed for her, but without effect. The prolific juice had taken firm hold, and nature was progressing in the formation of the little squalling consequence of our amour.

  My anxiety was now intense le
st the discovery I saw impending should, in spite of our endeavours, overwhelm us.

  Under the circumstances I determined to take a resolute course. I operated on my little Julia. I succeeded. I brought away the foetus, and removed with it all danger of discovery.

  The result was not so favourable with regard to the health of my patient. Our overheated passions had put an end to youth's dream of uninterrupted enjoyment in a continual round of sensual pleasure, and Julia had now to reap the harvest of her indiscretion. She soon fell into a weak state of health, and I recommended immediate change of air.

  Her father, alarmed at her indisposition, took her to Baden, and after a residence of some months there, the roses again revisited her cheeks.

  At Baden she was greatly admired, and soon received an offer for her hand, which her prudent father did not feel justified in refusing; she became the wife of a Russian prince, who, if he did not get with her that unsatisfactory jewel, her maidenhead, at least became possessed of a cunt well practiced in all the arts of love and lechery.

  Thus terminated my amour with one of the most agreeable and most salacious girls I have ever known, and my prick still stands at the recollection of the various luscious scenes in which we were mutually carried away by the violence of lust in its most enticing form.

  The Lions of Amon

  Withdrawing into the gloom of his dungeon, Ineni slowly walked the few steps around the walls. His mind was lost in bitter thoughts, which, for the moment even clouded thoughts of survival and escape. If only... But what sort of commander thought after the event 'if only'? He clenched his fists in fury.

  Looking again through the aperture, he felt the immediate hopelessness of his position. All weapons had been taken from him. He had nothing but his tunic and his two hands. The prison was impregnable. The guards were incorruptible in face of the might of the High Priest.

  There had, of course, been talk of his harem. He returned to the bed and waited.

  Some time later, the slight drone of the guards' voices stopped and there was the sound of soft footsteps beyond the oak door.

  Ineni stood up and stepped swiftly to the aperture. Down the stairway, led by an officer of the guard, came his harem, anxious and afraid.

  In the chamber they were halted and the guards were to search them. Ineni watched the heavy hands of the guards moving over the soft bodies of the women outside their thin robes. Hands violated even between their legs and buttocks over the slight protection of the robes. The officer stood by to see that no impropriety beyond the embarrassment of the search, took place. These women were the harem of a nobleman - most of them of high rank themselves.

  The officer called out in the gloom to the blank door.

  'The women are here for your pleasure, my lord. Is it your desire that all should enter?'

  Ineni surveyed them from his eye-hole. They were all there; the Palestinian, a dozen others and, looking unhappy and forlorn amongst them, his recent acquisition from Kadesh.

  'The dimensions of my chamber would not permit of such lavish hospitality,' he called back. 'Have enter but one: the young Syrian girl on the end of the line.'

  The guards immediately seized the girl, whose eyes darted, quick and frightened from one to the other as once more rough hands mauled her. This time, the officer, too, approached after the examination by the men, had the girl remove her robe and looked at her more thoroughly. His eyes were dull, inscrutable as he surveyed her pronounced charms, but the eyes of the guards, forgetful of the proximity of the girl's master, lit up with lust at the sight of such beautiful flesh, so thinly covered, it seemed, with a taut, filmy skin. As the officer's hand searched in turn between the girl's legs, one of the rough men licked his lips involuntarily.

  'Right, she may enter,' the officer declared after a moment. 'Should she leave before the morning you will keep her here with you. On no account must she be allowed to gossip before the sacrifices are completed.'

  The eyes of the guards were riveted on the girl while he spoke. They saw in her an image of sweet, innocent beauty so much intensified from her noble standing and her uncovering before them.

  One of them moved with the girl to the door, eyes still fixed on the profile of her face so near to him as, re-clad in her robe, she waited for the door to be opened. The iron bar was withdrawn with an effort and with a grunting tug, the door was swung outwards and the girl slipped into the cell.

  She stood just inside in the gloom, staring uncertainly towards the dim shape of Ineni, while the door was re-barred and the sound of the officer's footsteps dwindled. For a moment the guard stood outside the door, staring in through the aperture. But then he decided discretion was necessary from one of his lowly station, even in face of a condemned man. There was the creaking of the rushes on the divan and a low resumption of conversation.

  Ineni moved towards the girl who meekly waited. As he reached her and caught her in his arms, she suddenly clasped him with a furious pressure.

  He drew her to the bed, pulling her down alongside him in the gloom. Only their vague outline could be seen from the door.

  The girl's hands moved tenderly over his face, her eyes looked bewildered; lovely and bewildered in the twilight. 'What has happened?' she breathed at last and there was disbelief in her voice. 'Why are you here?'

  With his lips close to the smooth warmth of her forehead, Ineni spoke quickly and quietly. The girl listened, her fingers digging in continual little pressures into his shoulder.

  'The high priests are corrupt,' he explained quietly, intensely. 'They are afraid of my power with the people. They know that I hate their corruption. When I met you in Kadesh, I had been sent on a war mission which it was thought could end only in my destruction. But I returned and they were afraid. So I am here. Nobody knows I am here. But tomorrow I shall be sacrificed to the god Amon and corruption will continue unopposed in Egypt.'

  'But - but what of the Pharoah?' the girl asked. 'His name flies throughout Syria. Is he not the lord of Egypt?'

  'In name only,' Ineni whispered in reply. 'He is the tool of the priests. Their word is law and they could overthrow him with ease if he tried to shake off their yoke.'

  The girl was silent for some time. Tears welled in her eyes and she tried to force them back, but failed, so that they suddenly flowed in profusion over her slim cheeks.

  'I - I just don't understand?' she said. 'You were all-powerful in Kadesh. Everyone spoke in awe of your power. And here you are thrown, like a common thief into a cell.'

  'The ways of corruption,' breathed Ineni. 'But keep your voice down or the guards will hear.'

  'But what can we do - what can we do?' She clung to him with a desperate longing.

  'Whatever is to be done,' Ineni whispered, 'it will be very risky with only a small chance of success.'

  'But we must do something?' the girl breathed intensely. 'I should die if you were killed. My life would be worth nothing.'

  'A plan occurred to me as I watched the guards' searching you,' Ineni went on quickly. 'It involves you and will mean death if it fails. It will also be unpleasant for you - but it is the only chance.'

  'I will do anything,' the girl said firmly. 'If you die I shall not want to live anyway.'

  Ineni kissed her gently and wiped away her tears with a corner of the hides.

  'In a few moments we must pretend to make love,' he whispered. 'But it would be better if we didn't make love in fact so that we shall preserve all our energy.

  'After this pretence, I shall send you away. The guards have orders to keep you with them if you leave.'

  He hesitated for a moment, searching for the best words to explain his plan. The girl's body was pressed against him, her face pressed against his as she listened.

  'Normally they wouldn't dream of touching you, no matter how acute their desire. You are a noblewoman and the wrath of the nobles and the priests would have them slain. But if, while you sit with them on the divan, you make advances towards them they will, if I am n
ot mistaken, have great difficulty in controlling their desires.'

  He paused again. The girl's breath was sounding slightly, close to his ear. She said nothing.

  'This plan,' Ineni continued tersely, 'is our only chance and you must forgive me the indignity I suggest. You must try to force them to make love to you - and not much force should be necessary.

  'One of them has a dagger in his belt. He must be made to see the necessity of keeping his tunic on in case somebody comes. In his passion you must withdraw the dagger from the belt and kill him.'

  The girl's grip on his shoulder tightened to a long slow squeeze and Ineni was afraid she would be unable to carry out his plan - unable through her unwillingness. But when she spoke, her words made him grip her with a burst of love and continue.

  'What shall I do with the other man - there are two?' she asked softly.

  'That is the difficulty,' Ineni said quietly. 'I can think of only one solution. In order to stab them both you must have them both very close to you, both off their guard. They must both make love to you at the same time.'

  There was silence and then the girl said: 'Yes, I see.'

  'It will be unpleasant for you,' Ineni added, brushing his lips along her brow, 'and I cannot force you to do it. But it is my only chance of escape.'

  'And what after they are dead?' the girl asked.

  Ineni felt a surge of hope pass through him at the certainty in the girl's voice.

  'Then you will have to pull back the bar and we can escape together through the temple,' he whispered. 'There will be more guards in the temple, but I shall be free and armed. Once out of this cell we shall escape.'

  'Where shall we go?' the girl continued her relentless questioning. 'How can we hide?'

  'That we shall have to decide in due course,' Ineni replied. 'We will have most of the night before discovery and I know where we can get horses. Can you ride?'

  'I was taught by my father.'

  'Right. Enough talk. Now we must pretend.'

  Outside the door, shadowing through the hole, was a flickering of light. Ineni got up and crept over. A brazier had been lighted in the outer chamber and the guards were sitting quietly on the divan. They appeared to be listening. They are hoping to bear aural witness to the passion of a prince, Ineni thought with grim humour. They shall not be disappointed.