Her face flushed, her eyes sparkled with the fire of lust that stirred her whole soul. She tried to grasp it.
“Stop,” said I, “and I will put it in its natural state into your hand.”
So pulling it out, she seized it at once, and most lasciviously gazed upon it, pressing it gently. She evidently was growing lewder and lewder, so I at once proposed to fuck her, and thinking it best to be frank, and put her at her ease, I told her that I knew she had had a “misfortune,” but if she would let me fuck her I should be on honour to withdraw before spending, and thus avoid all chance of putting her belly up.
She had become so randy that she felt, as she afterwards told me, she could not refuse so splendid a prick of a size she had often dreamt of, and longed for.
“Can I trust you?” said she.
“Safely, my dear.”
“Then you may have me—let me embrace that dear object.”
Stooping, she kissed it most voluptuously, shivering at the same time in the ecstasy of a spend produced by the mere sight and touch. She gave one or two “oh’s,” and drawing me to the bed by my prick, threw herself back, pulling her petticoats up at the same time. Then I beheld her splendid cunt in all its magnificence of size and hairiness. I sank on my knees and glued my lips to the oozing entrance, for she was one who spent most profusely, her cunt had the true delicious odour, and her spunk was thick and glutinous for a woman.
I tongued her clitoris, driving her voluptuously wild. So she cried—
“Oh! do put that glorious prick into me, but remember your promise.”