ling on the ground behind her, he unbuttoned his
pantaloons, and out leaped his staff of love, stiff, firm and with its
ruby head uncovered. He nestled it for a moment between her buttocks,
and then gently driving the vermilion lips of her coral sheath with his
fingers, he brought his instrument to bear on the luscious opening, and
seizing her by the hips, in another moment he was plunged to the very
hilt in her beautiful body. When Margaret felt that the conjunction was
complete she uttered a faint exclamation of joy and wiggled her
buttocks from side to side as if to prevent her prisoner from escaping
her. The priest now began to move himself in and out of her--and as he
did so, I could distinctly see his staff appear and disappear in its
warm nest. Every time he withdrew, her vagina clasped his instrument so
tightly that he drew out the interior lips, and each time that he
plunged it into her palpitating body, they were carried in with it. You
can imagine my sensations, dear reader, when I saw all this. I
instinctively raised my clothes and carried my hand to my own
moss-covered retreat, and forcing a finger between the lips, I found it
tightly grasped by my vagina, and I imitated all their motions,
thrusting it in and out, my eyes being all the time fixed on the
amorous couple. The priest was evidently in the seventh heaven of
enjoyment, his hands wandered from one beauty to another as if at a
loss to know which to take possession of. At one moment it would be her
snowy globes which still remained uncovered; at another it would be her
white belly, and then again it was the top of her Mount of Venus.
Suddenly his motions grew quicker, his staff entered in and out of the
coral retreat so rapidly that I could no longer detect the motion. The
crisis came, and with a smothered exclamation of joy they both
discharged. At the same moment the exciting scene I had witnessed drew
from me my tribute to the god of sexual desire.

I cultivated Margaret's friendship after this, and when I was intimate
enough with her I told her all I had seen. She blushed at first, but
when she saw that I could be discreet, she confessed the whole truth to
me. I found her an able instructress, and was soon even more perfectly
_au fait_ in all the mysteries of love, except the actual experience of
sexual intercourse with the other sex. She made me a witness of many
scenes between herself and Father Clark, and I soon found they were
both perfectly