ether to have left our maidenheads quite
intact, so that the passage was less difficult than it might have been.
Nevertheless, it had never been penetrated by the male organ, and that
of my husband was of the largest. I experienced, therefore, a great
deal of pain, and cried out--

"Oh, my dear Fred, you hurt me dreadfully, what are you doing?"

"Doing, my darling! why, I am getting into you. Have a little patience,
and I will make you mad with pleasure."

Another determined thrust sent him halfway, and then with another,
still more violent, he lodged himself up to the hilt within. I screamed
with real pain, and struggled to free myself.

"Good heavens, sir, you are killing me; I will not endure such
treatment."

He heeded me not, but holding me fast by the thighs commenced shoving
in and out furiously. A sensitive woman never receives an insertion of
this kind with impunity. The friction began to excite feelings that
first deadened the pain of entrance, and then began to awaken the
delicious sensations of lubricity. The enjoyment I began to experience
was delicious, and I could not refrain from heaving up to meet his
thrusts.

"That is right, my angel; was I not correct in saying it would soon
turn from pain to pleasure? Do you not enjoy it now?"

"Yes; but you make me feel so funny. I don't know what--it--is."

His increased and rapid movement filled me with delight; I bounded up
and down in response to his thrusts, and felt so queer when, all of a
sudden, he gasped for breath, stopped, and I felt a greater and stiffer
swelling of his instrument, and then a gush of hot liquid dashed
against my womb, which continued running for some seconds. This, Carry,
was my first experience of what a man can do for us.

Withdrawing his huge affair--for he since admits he is larger than most
men--letting go my thighs--he pressed down upon me, and tenderly
embraced me, and said that I had behaved admirably; in future there
would be no more pain, and from what he had already experienced he felt
sure I was made for the fullest enjoyment that husband and wife could
indulge in. After a little fondling, he rose, drew off my stockings,
and helped me into bed, immediately following me. On throwing back the
clothes to enter the bed, he said he must kiss the dear little hairy
thing that had given him such pleasure. He kissed and toyed with it
admiring the profusion of hair on my mount, the whiteness and beauty of
my belly, and then