Luigi Berenger

Sub Umbra

VOLUME I

The merry month of May has always been famous for its propitious influence over the voluptuous senses of the fairer sex.

I will tell you two or three incidents which occurred to me in May 1898 when I went on a visit to my cousins in Sussex, or as I familiarly call them the She-Noodles, for the sport they afforded me at various times.

My uncle's is a nice country residence standing in large grounds of its own, and surrounded by small fields of arable and pasture land, interspersed by numerous interesting copses, through which run footpaths and shady walks, where you are not likely to meet anyone in a month.

I shall not trouble my readers with the name of the locality.

Well, to go on, these cousins consisted of Annie, Sophie and Polly, beside their brother Frank, who, at nineteen was the oldest, the girls being respectively eighteen, sixteen and fifteen.

After dinner, the first day of my arrival, Paterfamilias and mama both indulged in a snooze in their arm chair, whilst us boys and girls (I was the same age as Frank) took a stroll in the grounds. I attached myself more particularly to my cousin Annie, a finely developed blonde, with deep eyes, pouting red lips and a full heaving bosom, which to me looked like a perfect volcano of smothered desires.

Frank was a very indolent fellow, who loved to smoke his cigar and expected his sisters, who adored him to sit by his side, reading some of his novels of the day, or tell him their love secrets, etc.

This was far too tame an amusement for me and as I had not been there for nearly three years, I requested Annie to show me the improvements in the grounds before we went in to tea, saying to Frank banteringly:

I suppose old fellow, you're too lazy and would prefer your sister taking me around?

I'm too comfortable; lazy is an ugly word, Walter, but the fact is Soph is just reading an interesting book, and I can't leave it, he replied: Besides Sissie is just as well or better qualified than I am to show the grounds, I never notice anything.

Come on, Annie, said I, taking her hand: Fred is in love.

No, I am sure he never thinks of a girl, except his sisters, was the reply.

We were now out of earshot, in a shady walk, so I went on a little more freely.

But surely you, coz, are in love, if he is not. I can tell it by your liquid eye and heaving bosom.

A scarlet flush shot over her features at my allusion to her finely moulded bosom, but it was evidently pleasing, and far from offensive, to judge b her playfully spoken:

Oh, for shame, Walter!

We were a good distance away by this time and a convenient seat stood near, so throwing my arms around the blushing girl, I kissed her lips and drawing her with me, said: Now Annie dear, I am your cousin and old playfellow, I couldn't help kissing those beautiful lips, which I could always make free with, confess all before I let you go.

But I've nothing to confess.

Do you never think of love, Annie? Look me in the face if you can say it to a stranger to your bosom putting my hand familiarly round her neck, till my right hand rested on one of the panting globes of her bosom.

She turned her face to mine, suffused as it was by a deeper blush than ever, as her dark blue eyes met mine in a fearless search of my meaning, but instead of speaking in response to this mute appeal, I kissed her rapturously several times, sucking in the fragrance of her sweet breath, till she fairly trembled with emotion.

It was just beginning to get dusk, my hands were caressing the white firm flesh of her beautiful neck, slowly working their way towards the heaving bubbles a little lower down; at last I whispered:

What a fine-what a lovely bust you have developed since I saw you last, dear Annie, you won't mind your cousin, will you, when everything used to be so free to each other; besides, what harm can there be in it?

She seemed on fire, a thrill of emotion seemed to shoot through us both, and for several moments she lay almost motionless in my arms, with one hand resting on my thighs. Priapus was awake and ready for business, but she suddenly aroused herself, saying:

We must never stop here, let us walk around or they will suspect something.

When shall we be alone again, darling? We must arrange that, before we go in, I said quietly.

It was impossible to keep her on the seat, but as we walked on, she said musingly:

Tomorrow morning we might go for a stroll before lunch. Frank lies in bed and my sisters are keeping house this week; I shall have to mind the pies next week.

I gave her another hug and a kiss, as I said: How delightful that will be, what a dear thoughtful girl you are, Annie!

Mind sir, you behave tomorrow, not so much kissing, or I shant take you for a second walk; here we are at the house.

Next morning was gloriously warm and fine; as soon as breakfast was over, we started for our stroll, being particularly reminded by papa to be back in good time for luncheon.

I gradually drew out my beautiful cousin, till our conversation became exceedingly warm, the hot blood rushing in waves of crimson over her shame faced visage.

What a rude boy you have grown, Walter, since you were here last, I can't help blushing at the way you run on, sir! she exclaimed at last.

Annie, my darling, I replied, what can be more pleasing than to talk of fun with pretty girls, the beauties of their legs and bosoms, and all about them? Now I should like to see your admirable calf at this moment, especially after the glimpse I have already had of a divine ankle; saying which, I threw myself under a shady tree, close by a gate in a meadow, and drew the half restraining girl down on the grass by my side and kissed her passionately, as I murmured:

Oh, Annie, what is there worth living for, like the sweets of love?

Her lips met mine in a fiery embrace, but suddenly disengaging herself, her eyes cast down, and looking awfully abashed, she stammered: What is it, what do you mean, Walter? Oh, my dear, can you be so innocent? Feel here the dart of love, all impatient to enter the mossy grotto between your thighs, I whispered, placing her hand upon my prick, which I had suddenly let out of the restraining trousers.

How you sigh-grasp it in your hand, dear-is it possible that you do not understand what it is for? Her face was crimson to the roots of her hair, as her hand grasped my tool and her eyes seemed to start with terror at the sudden apparition of Mr. John Thomas; so taking advantage of her speechless confusion, my own hand slipping under her clothes, soon had possession of her mount, and in spite of the nervous contraction of her thighs, the forefinger searched out the virgin clitoris.

Ah; oh! oh! Walter, don't! What are you about?

It's all love, dear; open your thighs a wee bit and see what pleasure my finger will make you experience, I again whispered, smothering her with renewed and luscious kisses, thrusting the velvet tip of my tongue between her lips.

Oh! Oh! You will hurt! she seemed to sigh, rather than speak, as her legs relaxed a little of their spasmodic contraction.

My lips continued glued to hers, our otherwise disengaged arms clasped each other closely round the waist, her hand holding my affair in a kind of convulsive grasp, whilst my fingers were busy with the clitoris and cunny; the only audible sound representing a mixture of kisses and sighs, till all in a moment I felt her crack deluged with a warm, creamy spend, whilst my own juice spurted over her hand and dress in loving sympathy.

In a short while we recovered our composure a little, and then I explained to her that the melting ecstasy she had just felt was only a slight foretaste of the joy I could give her by inserting my member in her cunny.

My persuasive eloquence and the warmth of her desires, soon overcame all maiden fears and scruples; then, for fear of damaging her dress, or getting the green stain of the grass, on the knees of my light trousers, I persuaded her to stand up by the gate and allow me to enter from behind.

She hid her face in her hands on the top rail of the gate, as I slowly raised her dress; what glories were unfolded to my view, my prick's stiffness was renewed in an instant at the sight of the delicious buttocks, so beautifully relieved by the white of her dainty drawers.

As I opened them and exposed the flesh, I could see the lips of her plump, pouting cunny, deliciously feathered, with soft light down, her lovely legs, drawers, stockings and pretty boots, making a tout ensemble which as I write and describe them cause Mr. Priapus to swell in his trousers.

It was a most delightful sight, I knelt and kissed her bottom slit and everything my tongue could reach, it was all mine. I stood up and prepared to take possession of the nest of love when alas. A sudden shriek from Annie, her clothes dropped, all my arrangements were upset in a moment.

A bull had unexpectedly appeared on the other side of the gate and frightened my love by the sudden application of his cold damp nose to her forehead. It is too much to contemplate that scene even now!

Annie was ready to faint as she screamed: Walter. Walter. Save me from the horrid beast.

I comforted her and reassured her as well as I was able, and seeing we were on the safe side of the gate, a few loving kisses soon set her right. We continued our walk and soon spying out a favorable and shady spot, I said:

Come Annie dear, let us sit down and recover from the startling interruption. I am sure dear, you must still feel agitated besides I must get you now to compensate me for the rude disappointment.

She seemed to know that her hour had come, the hot blushes swept in crimson waves across her lovely face, as she cast down her eyes and permitted me to draw her down by my side on a mossy bank, beneath a fine, spreading tree. I gently reclined her backwards and we lay side by side. My lips glued to hers in a most ardent embrace.

Annie, oh Annie, I gasped, give me the tip of your tongue, love.

She tipped me the velvet without the slightest hesitation, drawing at the same time what seemed a deep sigh of delightful anticipation, as she yielded to my slightest wish.

I had one arm under her head and with the other, I gently removed her hat and threw aside my own golgotha, kissing and sucking at her delicious tongue all the while. Then I placed one of her hands on my ready cock, which was in a bursting state, saying, as I released her tongue for a moment:

There Annie, take the dart of love in your hand.

She grasped it nervously as she softly murmured: Oh Walter, I'm so afraid-and yet-yet dearest, I feel that if I were to die, I must taste the sweets of love-this forbidden fruit! her voice sinking almost to a whisper as she pressed, and passed her hand up and down my shaft.

My hand was also busy finding its way under her clothes, as I again glued my mouth to hers and sucked at her tongue till I could feel her vibrate all over with the excess of her emotions. My hand, which had taken possession of the seat of bliss, being fairly deluged with her warm, glutinous spendings.

My love, my life. I must kiss you there, and taste the nectar of love. I exclaimed as I snatched my lips from her and reversing my position, buried my face between her unresisting thighs.

I licked up the luscious spendings with rapturous delight, from the lips of her tight little cunny, then my tongue found its way further, till I tickled her sensitive clitoris and put her in a frenzy of mad desire for still further enjoyment. She twisted her legs over my head, squeezing my head between her firm, lump thighs, in an ecstasy of delight.

Wetting my finger in her luscious crack, I easily inserted it in her beautifully wrinkled brown bum-hole, and keeping my tongue busy in titillating the stiff little clitoris, I worked her into such a furious state of desire, that she clutched my cock and brought it to her mouth, as I lay over her to give her the chance of doing so; she rolled her tongue round the purple head and I could also feel the loving, playful bites of her pearly teeth. It was the acme of erotic enjoyment. She came again in another luscious flood of spendings, whilst she eagerly sucked every drop of my sperm as it burst forth from my excited prick.

We both nearly fainted from the excess of our emotions and lay quite exhausted for a few moments, till I felt her dear lips again pressing and sucking at my engine of love. The effect was electric; I was as stiff as ever.

– Now darling, for the real stroke of love. I exclaimed, shifting my position and parting her trembling thighs so that I could kneel between them.

My knees were placed up on her skirts so as to preserve them from the grass stain. She lay before me in a delightful state of anticipation, her beautiful face all blushes of shame, and the closed eyelids, fringed with their long, dark lashes, her lips slightly open, and the finely developed firm, plump globes of her bosom heaving in a state of tumultuous excitement.

It was ravishing, I felt mad with lust and could no longer contain myself.

Alas, for your virginity. I brought my cock to the charge, presented the head just slightly between the lips of her vagina. A shudder of delight seemed to pass through her frame at the touch of my weapon, as her eyes opened and she whispered with a soft, loving smile:

I know it will hurt but Walter dear, dear Walter, be both firm and kind, I must have it if it kills me! throwing her arms round my neck, she drew my lips to hers, as she thrust her tongue into my mouth with all the abandon of love, and shoved up her bottom to meet my charge.

I placed one hand under her buttocks, whilst with the other, I kept my affair straight to the mark, then pushing vigorously, the head entered about an inch till it was chock up to the opposing hymen. She gave a start of pain but her eyes gazed into mine with a most encouraging look.

Throw your legs over my back dear, I gasped, scarcely relinquishing her tongue for a moment. Her lovely thighs turned round me in a spasmodic frenzy of determination to bear the worst. I gave a ruthless push just as her bottom heaved up to meet me and the deed was done. King Priapus had burst through all obstacles to our enjoyment. She gave a subdued shriek of agonized pain and I felt myself throbbing in possession of her innermost charms.

You darling. You love. My brave Annie, how well you stood the pain. Let us lie still for a moment or two and then for the joys of love. I exclaimed as I kissed her face, forehead, eyes and mouth in a transport of delight, at feeling the victory so soon accomplished.

Presently I could feel the tight sheath of her vagina contracting on my cock in the most delicious manner. This challenge was too much for my impetuous steed. He gave a gentle thrust. I could see by the spasm of pain which passed over her lovely face, that it was still painful to her but restraining my ardor I worked very gently, although my lust was so maddening that I could not restrain a copious spend; so I sank on her bosom in love's delicious lethargy.

It was only for a few moments. I could feel her tremble beneath me with voluptuous ardor, and the sheath being now well lubricated, we commenced a delightful bout of ecstatic fucking.

All her pain was forgotten, the wounded parts soothed by the flow of my semen, now only reveled in a delicious friction of love; she seemed to boil over in my spendings, my delighted cock reveled in it, as he thrust in and out with all my manly vigor; we spent three or four times in a delirium of voluptuousness, till I was fairly vanquished by her impetuosity, and begged her to be moderate and not to injure herself by excessive enjoyment.

Oh can it be possible to hurt oneself by such a delightful pleasure? she sighed, then seeing me withdraw my limp tool from her still longing cunt, she smiled archly as she said, with a blush: Pardon my rudeness dear Walter, but I fear it is you who are most injured after all. Look at your blood stained affair.

You lovely little simpleton, I said, kissing her rapturously, “That's your own virgin blood, let me wipe you darling,” as I gently applied my handkerchief to her pouting slit, and afterwards to my own cock.

This dearest Annie, I shall treasure up as proof of your virgin love, so delightfully surrendered to me this day,” exhibiting the ensanguined Mouchoir to her gaze.

We now arose from our soft, mossy bed and mutually assisted each other to remove all traces of our love engagement. Then we walked on and I enlightened the dear girl into all the arts and practices of love. “Do you think,” I remarked, “that your sisters or Frank have any ideas of what the joys of love are like?”

I believe they would enter into it as ardently as I do, if they were once initiated, she replied. I have often heard Frank say when kissing us, that we made him burn all over.” And then blushing deeply, as her eyes met mine: Oh dear Walter, I am afraid you will think me awfully rude, but when we got to bed at night, myself and sisters often compare our budding charms and crack little jokes about the growing curls of mine and Sophie's slits, and the hairless little pussy of Polly.

We have such games of slapping and romps too, sometimes; it has often made me feel a kind of all-overishness of feverish excitement I could not understand but thanks to you, love, I can make it all out now; I wish you could only get a peep at us, dear.

Perhaps it could be managed, you know my room is next to yours, I could hear you laughing and having a game last night.

I know we did and we had such fun, she replied. It was Polly trying to put my pussy into curl papers; but how can you manage it dear?

Seeing that she fully entered into my plans for enjoyment, we consulted together and at last I hit upon an idea which I thought might work very well; it was that I should first sound Frank and enlighten him a little into the ways of love, and then as soon as he was ripe for our purposes, we would surprise the three sisters whilst naked, bathing and slap their naked bottoms all round. That Annie should encourage her sisters to help her tear off our clothes, and then we could indulge in a general romp of love.

Annie was delighted at the idea and I promised the very next day to begin with Frank, or perhaps that very afternoon, if I got a chance.

We returned to the house, Annie's cheeks blushing and carrying a beautiful flush of health and her mamma remarked that our walk had evidently done her a great deal of good, little guessing that her daughter, like our first mother Eve, had that morning tasted of the forbidden fruit, and was greatly enlightened and enlivened thereby.

After luncheon I asked Frank to smoke a cigarette in my room, which he at once complied with.

As soon as I had closed the door, I said, Old fellow did you ever see 'Fanny Hill,' a beautiful book of love and pleasure?

What, a smutty book, I suppose you mean. No Walter, but if you have got it I should wonderfully like to look at it, he said, his eyes sparkling with animation.

Here it is, my boy, only I hope it won't excite you too much; you can look it over by yourself as I read the times, said I, taking it out of my dressing case and handing it to his eager grasp.

He sat close to me in an easy lounging chair, and I watched him narrowly as he turned over the pages and gloated over the beautiful plates. His prick hardened in his breeches till it was quite stiff and rampant.

Ha, ha, old fellow, I thought it would fetch you out, I said, laying my hand on his cock. By jove, Frank, what a teaser yours has grown since we used to play in bed together a long time ago. I'll lock the door. We must compare our jocks, I think mine is nearly as big as yours.

He made no remark but I could see that he was greatly excited by the book. Having locked the door, I leaned over his shoulder and made my remarks upon the plates as he turned them over. At length the book dropped from his hands and his excited gaze was rivetted on my bursting breeches.

Why Walter, you are as bad as I am, he said with a laugh. Let's see which is the biggest, pulling out his hard stiff prick and then laying his hand on me, pulled my affair out to look at.