I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story - Sex Stories

I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story

... have your fried liver and turnips, just like your Papa wants all the time?" "Oh, nooooo. Don't. Don't do that!" they laughed. It was a standard joke between the three of us. "Pancakes it is. Now who will set the table so we can get this feast on the way?" I bundled them off to school since it was already getting chilly in the mornings. Each morning started pretty much the same. But, the week dragged by, and the imminent arrival of Mr. Gross on Friday weighed heavily on me. I was going tell him I had to leave his home for personal reasons. Leave it at that and no more. I was not even certain I could look him in the eye I was so ashamed. I did not touch myself all week and most nights I cried myself to sleep. I wanted to talk about it with Mama but just could not muster up the courage. She would be furious with me and ship me off to a nunnery, or worse. It was noon time when I heard the front door open. It couldn't be the girls because school did not dismiss until four in the afternoon. I heard his voice, "Lilly, it's Mr. Gross, I am home early. Where are you?" "In the kitchen, Sir, baking pies," I answered. Fear gripped my heart with tentacles of ice. My legs became weak. Could I tell him I was leaving? I must. He walked into the kitchen. I did not turn to greet him as he said a cheery "Hello, Lilly" to me. It was deathly still. I then heard him step softly toward me, and he placed a hand on my shoulder. I couldn't bear it any longer. I leaned forward holding myself and ...

... starting sobbing uncontrollably. He held me to him from behind as I cried my eyes out, gasping for air and choking my bitter distress. He turned me around, pulled my head to his chest and started humming a favorite song of his,'Lilli Marlene,' something he liked to sing. He had a beautiful, tenor voice and entertained me and the girls on many evenings. The haunting melody calmed me some. "My dear Lilly, don't cry. You have nothing to cry over. I should be apologizing to you for what I did. Will you ever forgive me? It was my lust that overcame me." I tried to catch my breath, to stop gasping and stop hiccups. He gently tipped my head back to look into my eyes. Finally, I said, "Mr. Gross I should leave here. I did such a bad thing. No lady would ever do what I did. What if the girls were in the hallway on the way to the toilet? Or they heard us and came looking. It's all my fault. I should not have been spying and...uh..." I couldn't finish. "Never again will you call me 'Mr. Gross', call me, Otto, Lilly. I clung to him with a desire I had never imagined. Deep inside me feelings were doing things to my body, new and frightening things I could not control. I was afraid to look at him and pushed my head back down and into the hollow of his arm. His wool suit coat was rough on my skin. Even rougher though was the side of his face with his beard. He pulled my head sideways and rubbed his cheek against mine. "Lilly, come to my bedroom." "Yes." Mr. Gross was a strong man. He picked me up ...