I did so, and she soon spent in an agony of delight, pressing my head down hard on her cunt, and crying-'Oh! oh! it is too great a pleasure!' and then dying off, half insensible. Another time I repeated this she told me not to forget to use my fingers. Having made her spend twice I took her on my knee, and told her that I possessed an instrument that would give her far more pleasure than tongue or finger.

'Indeed?' said she, 'where is it? I should so like to see it.'

'You won't tell.'

'Oh, no!'

So I pulled out my stiff-standing prick, and made her stare in amazement. She had really never seen a prick, although it was evidently a prick that had deflowered her, for with my fingers I had explored her cunt and found no hymen there. I put her hand upon it and she involuntarily grasped it firmly.

'This enormous thing could never get into my body; look, it is thicker than all your fingers put together, and only two fingers feel so tight.'

'Yes, darling, but this dear little thing stretches, and was made to receive this big thing.'

I was exciting her clitoris with my finger and she grew evidently lasciviously inclined; so I said, 'Just let me try, and if it hurts you I will stop; you know I am always gentle with you.'

'So you are, my dear fellow, but take care not to hurt me.'

She lay down on the bed, as I desired, with feet up and knees laid open. I spat on my prick and wetted the knob and upper shaft well, then bringing it to her cunt, well moistened by my saliva in gamahuching her, I held open the lips with the fingers of my left hand, and half buried its knob before getting to the real entrance.

'Don't flinch, dearest, I shall not hurt,' and I got it well over the knob, and buried it one inch further.

'Stop!' she cried, 'it seems as if it would burst me open, it so stretches me.'