ed a prodigious way into her body and I
commenced my movements. At every push I made I could feel my testicles
strike against her bottom. My hands at the same time were passed round
her body; with one hand I handled her breasts--with the other I rubbed
the top of her slit. The pleasure was so great that it could not
last--and we both actually swooned away when the crisis came, I falling
all my length on her back and she falling on her belly on the bed.

"A few minutes' repose served to renew our energies. I now placed a
large cushion on the bed, and taking her in my arms I made her recline
against it in such a way that I could easily enter her body while in a
standing posture. She passed one arm around my neck, the other around
my body and her two breasts beat against my chest. My instrument was
soon buried in her glowing sheath. I pushed vigorously, and her breasts
rebounded, quivered with the shock--even our very hair intermingled.
She was beyond herself and could continue her passion no longer, but
opening her thighs to the utmost extent she discharged, and I did the
same, her pleasures being a hundred times increased as she felt the
warm liquor rushing into her womb.

"We soon recovered ourselves. This time I seated myself on the bed and
drew her, naked as she was onto my knees. How delicious was the
sensation of her warm bottom to my thighs! She impaled herself on the
object of her divinity--she now moved herself rapidly up and down, but
I did not let her finish in this manner, but turning her around with
her face towards me, I carried her to a sofa and lay panting and
heaving on her bosom. She began to wiggle her bottom again and in a few
moments we again dissolved in bliss.

"The time had now arrived for us to separate, and hurriedly dressing
ourselves we bade an affectionate farewell to each other. I never saw
Helen after this--for my uncle died suddenly, leaving me his heir, and
Helen was married shortly after and went south to live.

"Soon after coming into my uncle's estate I moved to New York, and took
up my residence at the St. Nicholas Hotel, determined to see a little
life before settling down as a steady man. I had been at the hotel but
a few days when I made the acquaintance of a gentleman about my own
age. His name was George Darville and he was a first-rate fellow. In
the course of conversation we struck on subjects of an amorous
character and I soon discovered that my friend was no novice in the