o the slit now
wet with my sperm. I was though cooler, stiff as a poker, but my sperm
was not so ready to flow, as it was in after days, at a second poke, for
I was very young; but nature did all for me; my prick went to the proper
channel, there stopped by something it battered furiously. "Oh, you
hurt, oh!" she cried aloud. The next instant something seemed to tighten
round its knob, another furious thrust,--another,--a sharp cry of pain
(resistance was gone), and my prick was buried up her, I felt that it
was done, and that before I had spent outside of her. I looked at her,
she was quiet, her cunt seemed to close on my prick, I put my hand down,
and felt round. What rapture to find my machine buried; nothing but the
balls to be touched, and her cunt hair wetted with my sperm, mingling
and clinging to mine; in another minute nature urged a crisis, and I
spent in a virgin cunt, my prick virgin also. Thus ended my first fuck.

My prick was still up her, when we heard a loud knock; both started up
in terror, I was speechless. "My God; it is your mamma!" Another loud
knock. What a relief, it was the postman. To rush downstairs, and open
the door was the work of a minute. "I thought you were all out," said he
angrily, "I have knocked three times." "We were in the garden," said I.
He looked queerly at me and said, "With your boots off!" and grinning
went away. I went up again, found her sitting on the side of the bed,
and there we sat together. I told her what the postman had said, she
was sure he would tell her mistress. For a short time, there never was
a couple who had just fucked, in more of a foolish funk than we were;
I have often thought of our not hearing the thundering knocks of a
postman, whilst we were fucking, though the bed-room door was wide
open; what engrossing work it is so to deafen people. Then after
unsuccessfully struggling to see her cunt, and kissing, and feeling each
others' genitals, and talking of our doings and our sensations for an
hour, we fucked again.

It was getting dark, which brought us to reason, we both helped to
remake the bed, went downstairs, shut the shutters, lighted the fire
which was out, and got lights. I then having nothing to do, began
thinking of my doodle which was sticking to my shirt, and pulling it
out to see its condition, found my shirt covered with sperm smears, and
spots of blood, my prick was dreadfully sore. I said to her that she had
been bleeding, she begged me to