“You won’t tell.”
“Oh, no!”
So pulling out my stiff-standing prick, she stared 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, 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, she grew evidently lasciviously inclined, so saying, “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.”
“But it does not hurt you, dearest?” I had immediately stopped before asking the question.