Plucking an English rose

Dear Sir Williard,

It is several hours since I last put ink to paper, in that time I had simple dinner of an omelet with sautéed greens and a thick slice of bread toasted and buttered perfectly. You will remember that I had given my whole staff off so I had to be content with what Mrs. O'Brian could whip together quickly upon her return. Not that I was displeased with the plate presented to me by Andrews who, judging by the broad toothy smile, seemed to be in a fine mood. In truth, as a student I've had many meals that were nowhere near as delicious or sustaining as my Irish cook's time-limited efforts. Honestly, she could have served me leftover gruel and sour wine and I might not have noticed, so befuddled was I by my deflowering of the fine Englishwoman who had so naïvely trusted in me.

Both Akimi and Hilda seemed to be in an equally good mood. The pair glanced at me several times expecting me to invite one of them into my office, but I was still fully sated after my encounter with Miss Alice. On a side note, Sir Williard, I am considering giving my staff two days off a month instead of the one I had originally planned upon. Along with the benefit of a happy and productive staff is the possibilities opened by having a completely empty house to entertain guests in complete privacy that I would require.

You no doubt recall, Sir Williard, that my earlier narration of what happened between myself and Miss Alice was interrupted by the return of my household staff. Now that I am once again in the privacy of my chambers I can finish describing how I so shamefully took advantage of my medical responsibilities and the behavior expected of me by my family, friends and mentors like you. As with my encounters on this planet I found myself fully overtaken with a primal lust, the difference this time My Lord, is that it is not some common immigrant like my insatiable servants or the lovely copper-skinned Samina at Dr. Miller's, or even the spinster librarian; Miss Alice is the cream of elite British womanhood. You will recall that I have, through my extra duties at the clinic and my encounter with Miss Evelyn Monroe already had some experience with the pure-blood colonials of this planet. This afternoon interlude with Miss Alice, however, was far beyond any of those affairs in both it's wickedness and excitement.

The key difference of course is that Miss Alice, unlike the three women mentioned, had never before had a man between her soft thighs. In hindsight, I have mixed feeling about rending away Alice's proof of chastity, but I felt nothing but triumph as my member tore past her maidenhead. Her body jerked in my arms with the first powerful thrust of my hips and she cried out in a combination of pain and amazement as my member stretched her open. I had to hold her jerking figure firmly pinning her to the desk as I pushed even deeper into her slowly yielding passage. She felt, as you might imagine Sir, simply amazing; tight, wet and so hot that I was in a state of heavenly bliss. Adding to the pleasure was the knowledge that no other man would ever have what I had just taken, this once pristine example of British maidenhood now fully impaled on my penis. Forgive my lack of scientific objectivity, Sir Williard, but this encounter simply cannot be related dispassionately.

The young woman lay pinned to my heavy wooden desk, her lush body laid out with her legs lifted high into the air as I plowed into her again and again with all my might. Her muted cries and whimpers should have tempered my vigor, but to be honest the constant reminders that I was the only man to plumb these depths only added to my enthusiasm. Not that Miss Alice was complaining, her legs wrapped around my back holding me in place and even though with each powerful thrust into her I could see her wince, I also saw a raw hunger and passion that matched my own.

It was over all too quickly, Sir Williard. I cannot tell you exactly how long I was able to keep my natural response in check, but I am somewhat embarrassed to report it was less than even a single minute before I collapsed onto her soft curves and released pulse after hot pulse of my seed deep into her womb. At the time I gave no thought at all to the consequences of the union of a male and female but thankfully, as I was to determine later, it is not likely to be a problem.

When we both recovered, I came enough to my senses to realise what I had done; even as my manhood slowly waned inside her I tried to apologise for ruining her, but Miss Alice waved aside my stammered attempt with a hesitant smile. Pulling myself to my feet I helped the shaking young woman sit up on my desk. We must have looked quite the sight, both of us only partially clothed, breathing heavily and with sweat dripping down our flesh. Alice's creamy breasts had a rosy glow to them and her pale white thigh was streaked with a smear of crimson. There could be no denying what I had just done. I fully expected her to pull on her clothes and depart from my house as quickly as possible; instead she raised her gaze to meet my eyes shyly.

"Do you think, Doctor Baxter," I can still clearly remember Miss Alice's coy smile, "that we might try that again - this time on a bed?"

I will not, Sir Williard, relate a blow-by-blow recounting of our afternoon, but suffice it to say that we did indeed move to my bedroom where our coupling was less frenzied. I had a chance to slowly explore every inch of the young gentlewoman's naked body; her plump breasts were even bigger than Miss Monroe's (although they were nowhere near the size of Hilda's)while her belly and thighs had the curves of a classic Greek statue from antiquity. For our second time together, I used every trick I have learned about pleasing women and by the time I finally pushed gently into Miss Alice's sex she was so primed that she exploded after only the third stroke. Unlike our first encounter, I am pleased to report, I was able to continue steadily for quite some time and by the time I was done I had brought her to a climax two more times.

Later, my guest and I lounged in the same tub that Alemi and I first used a couple weeks ago. In between our physical exertions I took the time to question Alice about her womanly cycle and learned that it was a safe time of month for her. It is a good thing because I deposited a great deal of semen deep inside her. I wonder as I write this, my Lord, if Miss Alice accepted my invitation knowing what might happen if during her visit the Blush were to enflame both of us.

As I held her in the warm soapy water, Miss Miller made a most unusual request. I will continue this narrative tomorrow as it is now well past the time I should be retiring, and it would be best to describe what happened next with a clear head.