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Lady Cecilia
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.....Lady Cecilia has fallen in love, and with a very Daphnis too, the
beautiful little brother of the charming Phoebe. He came here the other day
to see his sister, and prodigously took the fancy of my lady. As we are far
too philosophical, in this our terrestial paradise, to agitate ourselves with
such absurd passions as jealousy, I left Cecilia to do as she liked; so she
has engaged the pretty fellow, who is just fourteen and the image of his
sister, as her body page, but instead of putting him livery, has dressed him a
la Watteau, a style of costume at once simple and elegant.
Of course, she made his sister give him a good scrubbing and combing
before he mounted his new clothes, and now powdered, perfumed, and dressed he
looked fit for a princess. Phoebe is hugely pleased that Jack is to stay
here, as for little Chloe, she evidently has some very sinister designs on his
virtue.
I told Cecilia that I congratulated her on such an acquisition and hoped
that she would not object to my seeing some of the performances. She laughed,
and replied, "Oh, see all you like, my dear Charles, only don't let the boy
know at first, as he is very bashful and timid."
I promised compliance.
A few days afterwards, as I lay on the banks of the lake listlessly
feeding the carp, Phoebe came running to me, and having seated herself quite
out of breath by my side, she told me that Cecilia and her brother were
amusing themselves in the grotto, in the grove of breeches, and if I would
make haste I might see something that would amuse me. So, throwing my arm
around Phoebe's waist, I accompanied her, going round to the opposite side to
the entrance. We looked through a chink in the rockwork and could both see
and hear all that passed.
First I observed Cecilia seated on the mossy bank, and holding the boy,
whose breeches were down, between her naked thighs, his hands were toying with
her bubbies.
While she, having tucked up his fine cambric shirt, with her right hand
caressed his little stiff thing and with her left patted his pretty dimpled
soft girlish bottom.
"Oh, you dear little fellow," she said, "what a beautiful figure you have
got, your waist is so small, your bottom so plump, dimpled, and rounded, and
your skin so soft; you have such a lovely face, your hair is so silky
luxuriant, and beautiful, and you have such little hands and feet, surely
nature quite intended you for a girl, only she gave you this little saucy cock
instead of something else, which, however, I am very glad of, as you will be
able to play with me. Dear boy, do you like me to tickle it?"
"Oh, yes, my lady," cried the lad, "very much indeed and I do love these
little breasts so, do let me kiss them."
And pulling her bubbies out he buried his face between them.
"But," she exclaimed, "you have not looked at this other little secret
place - but perhaps, you have seen girls before?"
"Why, my lady, to say the truth, I have, but only little ones. I should
like to see your ladyship's beautiful cunt very much."
"Oh, fie, naughty boy, do not use such naughty words. But look, here it
is."
And she straddled open her legs.
"Feel it with your pretty hand. Oh, you dear fellow, that is nice; now
lie upon me and I will show you what love is."
And grasping his beautiful buttocks, she drew him to her and he slipped
in with ease.
"Now, dear boy, move up and down, that's it, my little stallion; you are,
I see, an apt pupil."
Then holding open those white hemispheres, she inserted her delicate
finger into his little rosy orifice behind, and entwining her lovely limbs
round his loins, they were presently bounding and heaving with delight.
The sight was so exhilirating to both Phoebe and myself that I lifted up
her clothes, and still contemplating the ardent young lovers, commenced the
same game myself.
Now, whatever the ancients may have thought on the subject, I must
confess I have never seen what the peculiar point of attraction could be in
having beautiful boys, as they unquestionably did; yet when I saw that lovely
young bottom bounding up and down, and Cecilia's wanton finger frigging away,
a strange dizziness seized me and I felt a lust, stronger than the lust for
women, lay hold of me.
But one cannot be perfectly happy in this world long together, so that it
happened that just at the height of titillation, my climax came and I sent a
gushing stream into her bowels.
Cecilia and her Daphnis having also died away in bliss. We beat retreat,
to prevent discovery.....
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