More talk, another glass of wine, more kisses. — “I'll give you a sovereign to strip to your waist.” — “No” — I kissed her breasts. — “What do you meet your friend for?” — After a pause. — “To see him.” — “You come to be fucked, you little fibber.” — She gave me a push. — “Let me see your legs.” — “I shan't.” — Seizing her round the waist, and kissing her, I pulled her back and got my hand on to her cunt. How many dozens of times I've done the same thing to women? — She didn't cry or struggle much. “Don't, now don't” was all she said. I now begged her to let us fuck, said I knew she'd come to be fucked, that she liked fucking, and then pulling out my prick — a standard in perfection — I stood in front of her to show it. “Look at it my darling, it's as big as your friend's.” — She laughed slightly and looked at it. — Seating myself again I took her round her waist, kissing, begging, talking of fucking. — “Oh! don't — I won't” — I put her unresisting hand round my prick, she kept it there, and in a second I was frigging her whilst still she murmured. — “Oh — don't — I won't.” In silence now I frigged till her backside began to writhe under my titillation, whilst still she held my prick, her head laying on my shoulder. I knew that lust was now aiding me.
The delicious enervation of lust was indeed overwhelming her, desire was coursing through her veins. — Who can describe the sensuous delight a woman feels at such a moment, when in the very springtide of sexual wants and almost in her innocence of their gratification. When ready to spend under the gentle titil- lation of a man's fingers on her clitoris, her cunt in-voluntarily lubricating itself to receive the prick which she holds, he kissing rapturously and murmuring the blazing words of lust and love: Who can describe the voluptuous thrills which annihilate her resistance to him who is begging to let him fuck her, she dying to be fucked whilst yet she says, “No, no — I won't.” Such moments must be bliss only excelled by the ecstatic crisis, when they are joined in one and the sperm gushes up her cunt, and cunt grips, sucks, receives, absorbs it, shedding its own to blend with his in the warm avenue to her womb, and make the lubricious compound in which his prick lies wallowing afterwards.
Vanity — the only name I can give her, was in this voluptuous state, when withdrawing my fingers from her cunt, and rising with hornlike prick, gently I pressed her unresisting to the bed room and raised her light form on to the bed's edge. “Don't now — don't” — I threw up her clothes, kissed and smelt between her thighs for an instant only, then her thighs opened more, I felt between the moist lips, and in a second with one lunge was up her cunt. — “Don't — aherr” — was all she said, then laid silent with eyes closed, whilst I stood still, my prick throbbing and enjoying its possession.
Then nature impelled me to the amourous exercise. Gently drawing my prick back to its tip, again I drove it back with force. At each such thrust she sighed, “Aherr.” Then her eyes opened full on me. Something in their expression, something in the feel of her little cunt — I can't describe it, — instinct told me her crisis was near. — Rapidly I moved my prick now, the friction told. — “Aherr.” Her eyes closed, ripples of pleasure on her belly, quivering of thighs and buttocks, a heave up of her cunt. “Aherr,” she sighed. — “Aherr, I'm coming, darling — fuck.” — My hot spunk flooded her cunt, and both were in paradise, tranquil, silent. — Ah what a sin to awaken from such bliss! — Why not die away thus into Elysium, cunt and prick still in holy conjunction? — As all must die, let us pray to die fucking, die in the ecstasy of obeying the divine law. — “Increase and multiply.” — Many men are fortunate enough to go off in this supreme pleasure.
There is an end of all things. — She opened her eyes, we gazed into each other's voluptuously, prick and cunt still joined. — “Did you like the fuck?” — “Yes.” — “Wasn't it delicious?” — “Yes.” — “Is my prick bigger than your friend's?” “I can't tell.” — So ran our talk till I felt the mucilaginous, soothing liquids running down my balls. Then withdrawing my prick I knelt and saw the evidence of our pleasures, both washed, and went to the sitting room.
