to stop this, or she would have soon made me discharge.

"Well, then, what is this great secret, and what has it to do with your
doodle and my Fanny?"

"I will tell you, but you must never say a word to a soul--not even to
Eliza, she is too young yet."

"Well, go on."

"I was one day seeking something in the closet in Mrs. Benson's room,
when I heard them coming, and had only the time to slip into the
closet. They entered, locked the door, and Mr. B. laid her on the bed,
and lifted up all her petticoats so that I saw her Fanny quite
surrounded with hairs, as yours will be by and by. Mr. B, stooped down,
and applied his tongue as I did to you the other morning."

"Oh, yes; and it was so nice, Charlie!"

That is exactly what Mrs. B. said when he had done. Then he pulled out
his doodle, such a size, much bigger than mine, and whipped it into her
Fanny. I was quite frightened, and thought he must have killed her. But
no, it went in quite easy; and she hugged and kissed him while he
pushed it up and down for some time, till they both stopped all at
once. He then drew it out, hanging down all wet, and asked if it had
not given her great pleasure. 'Delightful,' she said. I have now got
used to it, but you know you hurt me, and made me so sore the first
time you did it.' After this they left the room, and I got away without
being discovered. But I found out what our two things were made for, we
will do as they did, so lie down on the couch whilst I kneel at the
end, and begin in the way I kissed it the other morning."

"Oh, Charlie, if it is all like that, I shall be so pleased with it."

Down she squatted, drawing up her chemise. My hand wandered all over
her charming belly and mount. Then kneeling down, and putting her legs
over my shoulders, and my hands under her thighs and bottoms, I applied
my tongue at once to her little clitoris, which I found was already
stiff, and showing its head at the upper part of her pinky slit. The
action of my agile tongue produced an instantaneous effect--her loins
and thighs heaved up her bottom to press her little pouting cunt
against my face. Mechanically she put her hand on my head, and muttered
terms of endearment--

"Oh, darling Charlie, how delicious! Oh! do go on! it is so nice, &c."

I wanted no stimulant, but licked away until, with shortened breath;
and greater heavings of her body, she began to stammer--

"Oh! oh! I feel so queer--ah, stop; I am going to faint--I, I, I,