The Devil s Forbidden Angel

There were three of us, Mary, Eliza and myself. I was approaching fifteen, Mary was about a year younger, and Eliza between twelve and thirteen years of age. Mamma treated us all as children, and was blind to the fact that I was no longer what I had been. Although not tall for my age, nor outwardly presently a man appearance, my passions were awakening and the distinctive feature of my sex, although in repose it looks magnificent enough, was very sufficiently developed when under the influence of feminine excitement.

As yet, I had absolutely no knowledge of the uses of the different organs of sex. My sister's and I all slept in the same room. They together in one bed and I alone on one bed. When no one was present, we had often mutually examined the different formations of our sexes.

We had discovered that mutual handlings gave a certain amount of pleasing sensations, and lately, my eldest sister had discovered that hooding and unhooding of my doodle as she called it, instantly caused it to swell up and stiffen as hard as a piece of wood. My touching of her little pinky slit gave rise in her to nice sensations, but on the slightest attempt to insert even my little finger, the pain was too great. We had made little progress In that department that not the slightest inkling of what could be done in that way dawned on us.

I had begun to develop a slight growth of hairs around the root of my dick, and then to our surprise, Mary began to show a similar tendency. As yet Eliza's pussy was as bald as her hand, but both were pretty formed, with wonderfully full and fat mounts of venus.

We were perfectly innocent of guile and quite habituated to let each other look at all our naked bodies without the slightest hesitation,and when playing outside, when one wanted to pee, we all squatted down together and crossed waters, each trying who could pee fastest. Notwithstanding these symptoms of passion when excited, in a state of calm I might have passed for a boy of ten or eleven.

My father had left us but moderately provided for, and mamma, wishing to live comfortably, preferred giving me lessons along with my sisters at home to sending me to school; but her health beginning to fail, she inserted an advertisement in the Times for a governess. Out of a large number of applicants, a young lady, of the name of Evelyn, was selected. Some ten days afterwards she arrived, and became one of the family.

We did not see much of her the first evening, but after breakfast the following morning, mamma accompanied her to what was considered our schoolroom, and said, “Now, my dears, I place you under Miss Evelyn’s care; you must obey her in all things; she will teach you your lessons, as I am unable to do so any longer.” Then, turning to our new governess, “I fear you will find them somewhat spoiled, and unruly; but there is a horse, and Susan will make you excellent birch rods whenever you require them. If you spare their bottoms when they deserve whipping, you will seriously offend me.” As mamma said this, I observed Miss Evelyn’s eyes appeared to dilate with a sort of joy, and I felt certain that severely as mama had often whipped us,if we should now deserve it, Miss Evelyn would now administer it much more severely.

She looked amiability itself, and was truly beautiful in face and in person, twenty two years of age, full and finely formed, and dressed always with the most studied neatness. She was in truth a seductive creature. She made an instantaneous impression on my senses. There was however, somewhat of a sternness of expression, and a dignity of, which caused at once to fear and respect her. Of course at once all went smoothly enough, and seeing that mama treated me as precisely as she treated my sisters, I came to be regarded as quite a child to Miss Evelyn. She found that she had to sleep in the same room with my sisters and myself. I fancied that on the first night Miss Evelyn did not approve of the arrangements but gradually became familiarized with it, and seemed to think no more of it.

When bedtime came, we all kissed mamma and retired early, as usual. Miss Evelyn followed some hours later. When she came in, she carefully locked the door, then looked at me to see if I was asleep. Why, I know not, but I was instinctively prompted to feign sleep. I did so successfully, notwithstanding the passing of the candle before my eyes. So she at once commenced undressing. When her back was turned, I opened my eyes, and greedily devoured her naked charms as they were gradually exhibited before me. The moment she turned round, I was again as if asleep. I have said that my passions had begun to develop themselves, but as yet I did not understand their force or direction. I well remember this first night, when a fine ripe woman gradually removed every particle of dress within a couple of yards of me—the effect of each succeeding charm, from her lovely and beautifully formed bubbies to the taking off her shoes and stockings from her well-formed legs and small feet and ankle, caused my prick to swell and stiffen to a painful extent.

When all but her bra was removed, she stopped to pick up her gown that she had allowed to fall on her feet, and in lifting them, she removed her bra, and exposed to my view a most glorious bottom. As the light was full on it, and she was still in a stopping position, I could see that below her pussy she was well covered with dark hair. Turning around, to put her gown on the chair, and to take up her nightwear, she slipped her bra from her arm, and letting it fall to the ground, while she lifted the night gown over her head, I had for some seconds a view of her beautiful belly, thickly covered with dark curly hair over the mount of her pussy. So voluptuous was the sight, I almost shuddered, so intense was my excitement. She then sat down on bed to take of her shoes. Oh, what beautiful thighs, legs, ankles and feet she had.

I am now advanced in life, and have had many handsome and well-formed women, but I never saw limbs more voluptuously formed.

In a few minutes the light was extinguished, and a rushing rill flowed into the night vase; very different from the gentle tricklings from myself and sisters as we often squatted down opposite each other and crossed water, laughing at the different sources from which they flowed. My sisters often envied me the power of directing the spurt where I pleased, so little were we from dreaming of the real intent of that projecting little instrument.