1. My first time with cousin Camelia


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 88.6, Source: sexstories.com

    My first time with cousin Camelia The sunlight streamed through the drawing room window as the rain clouds slowly drifted away. In the distance a carriage approached. A coach and four not any ordinary coach. My Aunt Thomas. I dreaded her visits. Ever since father died she had been incessant in her nagging that I should wed. I waited dutifully at the bottom of the steps. Aunt Thomas, Father’s sister. The wife of one Henry Thomas and that precocious brat Miss Camelia Thomas, Henry’s daughter from a pervious marriage. Temptress Camelia. Dazzling white gown. Dazzling white smile. Ruby red lips and far far far too young. I forced my member to subside as she swayed her hips provocatively as she followed her mother up the steps towards me. My heart sank, “Good day aunt. Did you have a pleasant journey.” “No,” she replied. “Have you been expecting us?” “Ah, no.” I admitted. “Oh Edward, still not married?” Camelia asked coyly. “No, nor engaged,” I admitted. “Despite your mother’s meddling.” Aunt Thomas ignored me. “Then you shall have to marry me!” Camelia chirped. “Oh Cam, you know you’re far too young,” I sighed. “Ohhh you are impossible!” she snapped. She strode past me determinedly. I followed sheepishly. “It is quite, quite intolerable,” Aunt Thomas snapped. “Living alone, with all those serving girls.” “Aunt may I assure you,” I started to say. “Pah, save you breath,” she sighed. “Have you no refreshment for us?” “Yes Aunt,” I assured her. “Cook!” Cook appeared as surly as ever. ...
    “Yes young master?” she said in her condescending way. “Some refreshment for My Aunt please,” I suggested. “Take me an hour,” she said. “Oh good lord this is intolerable!” Aunt Thomas said angrily “I shall sit down, Camelia, try and talk some sense into Edward would you.” I held out my hand, Camelia gripped it and she pulled me firmly out towards the terrace. “Why won’t you marry me?” she asked. “You’re too young,” I insisted. “I am of age,” she replied firmly. “That may be so, but I need a woman, not a child.” I explained, “Marriage is not just hugs and kisses. Men have needs. I have needs. Carnal needs Camelia.” “Which I am sure I can accommodate,” she replied as she stood by the balustrade. “You know not what you say.” I replied. “I could not bear it if we conjoined and it pained you.” “Oh Henry that is so selfish, what if someone else pains me?” Camelia asked. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “So why don’t we try?” she said. “Cam!” I gasped, “Some decorum. Please.” “Mummy will be snoring her head off, why don’t we slip up to your bedroom?” she suggested, “After all it s a well know fact one cannot get caught with a child the first time one conjoins.” “That is cats,” I said, “And what know you of conjunction? I can assure you young ladies fill with child at the merest tough of a male member. Indeed I think you will find most young ladies find conjunction agonising at first.” “Oh Edward, you are silly!” Camelia laughed, “Why I have been enjoying all manner of projections inside ...
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