ble.
And yet she says she has had it done to her, and my thumb went in easily
enough. The more I thought, and the more I reflected how a hard turd
hurt me sometimes in passing it, the more I was puzzled about the
intense pleasure which she said the operation gave! To solve my doubts
(although I had determined not), I went to her again, and saw the
pictures. She again talked about them, until scarcely knowing what I was
doing, "Will you let me?" I asked. "Don't talk loud," said she, "it will
never do to let any one know what we are at." Our voices dropped to a
whisper, whilst by her advice I pulled off trousers and drawers, and she
stripped stark naked.

Then she carefully greased my prick with pomatum, and put some on her
arse-hole; it was the work of a minute, not a word was said. She then
stark naked, sat by the side of me on the sofa, began fondling and
kissing me, took my hand in hers and rubbed my fingers on her clitoris,
half frigged herself with my fingers, I let her do what she liked. Then
she turned round. "Put it in," she said when her rump was towards me,
"then give me your hand, and don't push till I tell you." Her arse-hole
was at the level of my prick as I stood by the side of the sofa, my
machine was like a rod of iron, my brains seemed on fire, I felt I was
going to do something wrong, dreaded it, yet determined to do it. "Put
it in, slowly," said she in a whisper. The hole opened, felt tight,
but to my astonishment almost directly my whole prick was hidden in it
without pain to me or any difficulty. "Give me your hand." I did. Again
she began frigging herself with my fingers. "Rub, rub, push gently," she
said, and I tried, but was getting past myself. "Now," said she with a
spasmodic sort of half cry, half grunt. I felt my prick squeezed as in
a vice, I shoved or rather scarcely began to do so when I discharged a
week's reserve up her rectum. My brain whirled with excitement, whilst
she leaning over the pillows on the sofa, kept breathing hard and half
snorting like a pig, still frigging herself with my fingers.

As my sense returned, I could scarcely believe where my prick was,
excitement still kept it stiff, but desire had left me. I pulled it out
with an indescribable horror of myself.

"Wasn't it delicious?" said she. "I like it, don't you? You may always
do it so." What I replied I know not; I washed, dressed and got out of
the house as soon as I could. When in the street, I was sick. I ran off