like that. Oh,
shove your love of a prick up where your fingers are, it will be
splendid just now."

Stiffer than ever, I plunged in, but not too fast. However, the
insertion was speedily effected, and the contractions of that
tightfitting anus delighted me beyond expression, so that, impossible
to restrain myself, the boiling spunk shot right up to her bowels, as
she screamed in the acme of her delight: "Oh, oh, ah-r-r-re! How
divine! Lovely isn't the word to describe such rapturous sensations.
Don't withdraw, you dear, your prick is stiffer than ever, as I feel it
throbbing and swelling inside me. Go on, go on, for all you are worth,
it is so well oiled you can't hurt or stretch me too much;" and I found
she had one of her hands frigging herself in front doing everything
possible to increase our delirium. On we went, till I again pumped my
very life up to her vitals, and lay over her quite exhausted whilst my
champion seemed to swell still more inside its burning hot sheath, and
when at length I withdrew, is was with quite an audible plop I like a
tight cork being drawn.

We parted with mutual caresses, and she promised to join our Sunday
party.

Meanwhile George and I added sundry things to make our meeting more
comfortable, especially in the way of wine and biscuits, &c.

My plan was for my auntie Gert to surprise us in the midst of a
salacious scene, so was early at the stable, and George communicated
the fact that the little mare was just come on, and we agreed to turn
her into the stallion's stall to excite Patty, who arrived a few
minutes after me--all blushes, especially when I joked her about
looking so well, and that the last double spree had evidently done her
a world of good to judge by the way her eyes sparkled.

"Oh, don't chaff me like that. Mr. Percy, it makes me fancy I can feel
it even now, you almost split my poor bottom."

"Nonsense, you mean you would just like to feel it again, Pat. Now,
haven't you dreamt about it every night?"

This made her blush more than ever, and I could see it was a good guess.

Jerry, the stallion pony, appeared in a very excited state.

Said George: "He's always like that when he can sniff Jenny. Shall I
turn her in with him?"

"Yes, do George," said Pat: "it must be funny to see how they do it."

"Well, it's only fair," I replied, "the pony saw our spree the other
day, so let her in, my boy, to please Pat and make her want a bit
herself."

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