ut of a size to frighten me, by
sympathy for the small tender part which was the object of its fury,
and which now lay exposed to my fairest view; for he had, immediately
on stoppings off his shirt, gently pushed her down on the couch, which
stood conveniently to break her willing fall. Her thighs were spread out
to their utmost extention, and discovered between them the mark of the
sex, the red-centered cleft of flesh, whose lips vermillioning inwards,
expressed a small ruby line in sweet miniature, such as Guide's touch or
colouring: could never attain to the life or delicacy of.

Phoebe, at this, gave me a gentle jog, to prepare me for a whisper
question: "Whether I thought my little maiden-head was much less?" But
my attention was too much engrossed, too much inwrapped with all I saw,
to be able to give her any answer.

By this time the young gentelman had changed her posture from lying
breadth to length-wise on the coach: but her thighs were still spread,
and the mark lay fair for him, who now kneeling between them, displayed
to us a side view of that fierce erect machine of his, which threatened
no less than splitting the tender victim, who lay smiling at the
uplifted stroke, nor seemed to decline it. He looked upon his weapon
himself with some pleasure, and guiding it with his hand to the
inviting; slit, drew aside the lips, and lodged it (after some thrusts,
which Polly seemed even to assist) about half way; but there it stuck, I
suppose from its growing thickness: he draws it again, and just wetting
it with spittle, re-enters, and with ease sheathed it now up to the
hilt, at which Polly gave a deep sigh, which was quite another tone than
one of pain; he thrusts, she heaves, at first gently, and in a regular
cadence; but presently the transport began to be too violent to observe
any order or measure; their motions were too rapid, their kisses too
fierce' and fervent for nature to support such fury long: both seemed to
me out of themselves: their eyes darted fires: "Oh! oh! I can't bear it.
It is too much. I die. I am going," were Polly's expressions of extasy:
his joys were more silent: but soon broken murmurs, sighs heart-fetched,
and at length a dispatching thrust, as if he would have forced himself
up her body, and then the motionless languor of all his limbs, all
shewed that the die-away moment was come upon him; which she gave signs
of joining with by, the wild throwing of her hands about, closing her
eyes