llations she
had brought my prick up to its utmost vigour again. I, too, had
reawakened her passions. She wanted to renew the sport in this way
again, but I begged her to allow me to rub the head of my prick up and
down between the well-moistened lips of her cunt, and then to spend
with the point, or at most the head, within it. She asked if she could
trust me to stop if it hurt her.

"Of course, my darling," I said, "nothing shall be done, or rather
everything shall cease the moment you tell me to stop."

Half afraid, yet wishing to try, she changed her position to a kneeling
one. I canted her petticoats well over her back, and first kissing and
handling her hard and plump buttocks, which promised a future
perfection, I stooped and again licked her charming pouting cunt with
all its budding fair young curls. Then applying my surcharged mouthful
of saliva to my already well-moistened prick, I lubricated it
completely from point to root, and then applied it to the half-opened
lips. Rubbing it up and down here, and over the clitoris, I excited her
to the greatest pitch.

"Oh! Charlie dear," she cried, "try if its head will go in now, and I
will try to bear it."

I was only too glad of the permission, and very rapidly got it in over
the nut, but it was very tight. I drew it half out again, and then, on
repeating this five or six times, found I was imperceptibly gaining
ground.

"Oh! dear Charles, it is delicious! Try on, gently."

I did so, and had got rather more than half way in when she went off in
an agony of delight, deliciously pouring her warm liquid over my
enchanted prick, giving, at the same time, such a push backwards,
which, meeting a firm, though gentle forward movement on my part,
joined with the natural relaxation following her discharge, drove me up
to the hilt in the very tightest little cunt it has ever been my good
fortune to sheath myself in. I seemed to fill every cranny, and to have
stretched every part to its utmost distention. My aunt with her great
cunt had a power of pressure that seemed almost to nip off your prick,
Miss Frankland, too, was great in that way. But this was more like a
very well made first-rate kid glove, two sizes too small for your
fingers, yet giving way without bursting, and fitting every
irregularity of the nail or finger; just so her little cunt fitted my
prick exactly like a glove, and it was truly most ecstatic. A gentle
withdrawing, and then as gentle resheathing,