Chapter 1

I remember way back when I was a very little girl. It seems so long ago and yet I am only 19 now. My parents have told me repeatedly that I was a very pleasant little girl. A lot of the grown-ups that visited our house referred to me as the "cute one". I don't want anyone to get worried. I am just reminiscing about my childhood. I was a virgin right up to my 17th birthday and I was blissfully unaware of anything remotely resembling sexual thoughts prior to that time. I had no brothers running about to take advantage of me and my father was so puritanical that I suspect I was born through divine intervention.

Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, my mother called me down to the drawing room to have a "girl to girl" talk. I should mention I have 2 older sisters. There is Cornelia who is almost 21 and the plainest of the Winkle sisters. She has been pre-ordained to be the one to care for our parents in their old age so any thought of marriage is quite out of the question. I don't know if her lack of good looks caused this selection process or if it was a conscious vocation of her own making.

My other sister was only a year older than I. She was forever jabbering about this boy and that boy much to my complete boredom. Her name was Annette and she was so terribly outgoing that I was somewhat indrawn and shy in simple defense.

Annette whispered in my reluctant ear,

"Wait and see. Mama is going to tell you what boys are going to do to you. Don't worry though, even it sounds so awfully dirty and everything; it really is quite nice."

It really bothered me that this flighty will of the wisp knew things that I was not privy to. We were all home schooled but I had seen pictures of a boy's business in the Biology textbook. I surmised that we skipped over that section because I had not as yet received "The Talk". I had also let my fingers run lightly over the statues of nude males in the art book my father kept on the top shelf. Those "things" didn't seem very big or dangerous to me as I was still completely unaware that they changed both size and firmness when aroused by the prospect of female companionship.

I was neither plain like my sister Cornelia nor was I curvy and well-endowed like my sister Annette. I was for lack of any other description, "cute".

The words of my beloved mama were an eye-opener to me. She described in great detail exactly how I would be required to perform for my husband's satisfaction. Her little talk was quite specific and she even made me disrobe and showed me how I should recline and position myself for my spouse to enter my "little garden" I discovered later that my mother's choice of label's for the sexual parts was most lacking in current terminology. Little garden sounded so very nice and appealing, not at all like "pussy" "hole" "slit" or even "cunt" or "cunny". Even the clinical term of "vagina" sounded a bit technical to my ears. When she told me that the male penis was referred to as a "member" I thought it strange because it reminded me of a club or society. My sister Annette told me later it was better to think of it as a "cock" or a "prick" or either a "rod" or a "shaft". That sounded so much like a tool of some sort, I wondered if it would be inserted into me like a screwdriver or some other metallic instrument.

I most certainly did not like the idea of "losing" my virginity like it was some sort of religious ritual. The prospect of incurring pain to be rewarded with later pleasure seemed a bit stupid to me.

When I asked my mother about the concept of "sodomy" that the minister liked to remind the parishioners about almost every other Sunday, she got all red in her face and began to fan herself vigorously.

"Sodomy? Oh, dear, what a strange question. Sodomy is ... that is, Sodomy means..."

My mother looked around but there were only to two of us in the drawing room. She leaned forward and told me in a very low voice,

"My dear, a woman has two other holes besides her baby making female parts. One is her dirt-hole which is very small and very tight. Males love to push themselves in there to make us women totally under their control and they will enjoy your discomfort very much. The other hole is your mouth which is usually wet and gives them great pleasure to shoot their seed inside. In all honesty, proper husbands are not caught up in such tomfoolery and would not be inclined to pose such activities to their spouses."

Just the very thought of such things put a shudder up my spine and I visualized my mouth and my tiny bum being besieged in such a manner. I was surprised to discover my little garden had suddenly started to leak profusely with a clear sticky fluid that ran down the inside of my legs with an irritating slow descent.

A few months after my initial "Talk" with my mama, my sister Annette approached me in my bedroom and told me,

"I am receiving Sir Henry in the library for tea this afternoon. Since mama will be busy with the Parson, she told me to ask you to be our chaperone in her absence."

I nodded my head and agreed as I had no other pressing engagement.

She whispered in a soft voice,

"I am going to allow Sir Henry to enter my womanhood discreetly on the settee. Please pretend that you are not aware of our copulation but you can watch and see how it is done."

I was intrigued and tried to hide my excitement at the prospect.