g in it, I thrust
with all the violence my buttocks could give, till my prick seemed to
bleed, and pained me. "Oh! mon Dieu! ne faites pas ca, get away, you
shan't," she cried, "oh! o-o-oh!". My prick moved forward, something
which had tightened round, and clipped it gave way; suddenly it glided
up her cunt, still tighter I clasped her, as she moved with pain beneath
me, my balls were dangling on her bum, my sperm shooting against the
neck of her womb, and I had finished the toughest virginity I ever had
yet.

The job was done, months of anticipation, hopes, fears, and desire,
were over; my prick was in the cunt of a French virgin, at a cost of two
hundred pounds. After my second poke, I had a feeling of pleasure and
tranquillity, a weight off my mind, a future of voluptuousness before
me. My cock still lingered in her cunt, I moved it about, excited and
full of lusty vigor could have gone on fucking; but letting my penis
withdraw, I lay thinking about her cunt, then with a kiss lifted myself
off the beautiful creature who lay under me with eyes closed. I saw
the gauzy dressing-gown lying open, the blue bows torn, a coarse white
chemise in a well pressed heap, above a navel, an ample belly, finely
formed thighs, of a slightly brown tint, and on the chemise beneath
large spots of sperm, patches of blood, and spunk streaked with blood in
quantity filling and covering the space between the cunt-hole, getting
off I seated myself by the side of the bed; Louise seemed to awaken to
consciousness, and with the instinct of a modest woman covered
herself by drawing down her chemise, carelessly, half-sleepily and
unconsciously; more as if from habit than of thought to hide her charms.
Then she drew herself to the edge of the bed, put one leg higher up than
the other, resting her elbow on it, her head upon her hand, she looked
at me wistfully without uttering a word.

A newly fucked woman rarely looks at the man, sometimes turns away,
rarely speaks, but avoids a man's eyes. Louise did not speak, but she
looked as if she was collecting her senses, looked so long and in
such manner, that it made me uncomfortable, until her fine legs, in an
attitude I had not yet seen them in recalled me to myself. "What lovely
legs," said I. She pulled the chemise down lower, but the chemise was
short, and she was sitting on it; she never took her dark eyes off me,
but with her head still leaning on her hand, said slowly, "You have
promised me neve