dued tone to
herself, as much as to say that worry is over. I opened my door, she
gave a loud shriek and retreated to her room, I close to her; in a few
minutes more, hugging, kissing, begging, threatening, I know not how;
she was partly on the bed, her clothes up in a heap, I on her with my
prick in my hand, I saw the hair, I felt the slit, and not knowing then
where the hole was or much about it, excepting that it was between her
legs, shoved my prick there with all my might. "Oh! you hurt, I shall be
ill," said she, "pray don't." Had she said she was dying, I should not
have stopped. The next instant a delirium of my senses came, my prick
throbbing and as if hot lead was jetting from it, at each throb;
pleasure mingled with light pain in it, and my whole frame quivering
with emotion; my sperm left me for a virgin cunt, but fell outside it,
though on to it.
How long I was quiet I don't know; probably but a short time; for a
first pleasure does not tranquillize at that age; I became conscious
that she was pushing me off of her, and rose up, she with me, to a
half-sitting posture; she began to laugh, then to cry, and fell back in
hysterics, as I had seen her before.
I had seen my mother attend to her in those fits, but little did I then
know, that sexual excitement causes them in women, and that probably in
her I had been the cause. I got brandy and water, and made her drink a
lot, helping myself at the same time, for I was frightened, and made her
lay on the bed. Then ill as she was, frightened as I was, I yet took
the opportunity her partial insensibility gave me, lifted her clothes
quietly, and saw her cunt and spunk on it. Roused by that, she pushed
her clothes half down feebly and got to the side of the bed. I loving,
begging pardon, kissing her, told her of my pleasure, and asked about
hers, all in snatches, for I thought I had done her. Not a word could I
get, but she looked me in the face beseechingly, begging me to go. I had
no such intention, my prick was again stiffened, I pulled it out, the
sight of her cunt had stimulated me, she looked with languid eyes at me,
her cap was off, her hair hanging about her head, her dress torn near
her breast.
More so than she had ever looked, was she beautiful to me, success
made me bold, on I went insisting, she seemed too weak to withstand me.
"Don't, oh pray, don't," was all she said as pushing her well on the
bed, I threw myself on her, and again put my doodle on t
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