, baring my breasts, admired, kissed, and sucked
them. All this not only excited me, but I could see very well it had
again caused his affair to stick out. Seeing that I was timidly
glancing at it, he seized my hand, and made me lay hold of it, showed
me how the skin covered and uncovered its head; then becoming
rampageous, he got on my belly and between my thighs, and again
introduced his cock to where it had already given such pleasure. He
still rather hurt me, and made me smart for a little while, but as the
interior was well lubricated by his former discharge, the penetration
was easily accomplished. When up to the hilt, and the two hairs were
closely joined, he paused and said--

"We will take it less impatiently this time, that my darling Bessie may
enter into all the joys of fucking, for that is what we call it my
dear; so I shall go slowly to work until my darling's passions awake
and urgently call for more rapid movements."

He did so, and gradually produced the most lascivious excitement in my
whole body. I writhed beneath him in the utmost extasy, threw my arms
round his body, and hugged him to me.

"Oh! you are an angel," he cried, "and made for enjoyment. Throw your
legs also over my back--there, that is it--and now I will hasten my
movements, and we will die away together."

Oh, the delight he gave me was inexpressibly delicious; his rapid and
eager thrusts were as eagerly met by the upheaving of my bottom to
reciprocate them. The grand crisis seized us simultaneously, and we
sank momentarily exhausted in each other's arms, leaving the dear
exciter of such joys soaking within. My dear husband was so pleased, he
kissed and fondled me in the sweetest manner, telling me that never
woman before had yielded him such intense pleasure, that nature had
prompted me to as much enjoyment as if I had been already married a
month.

We were locked closely in the warmest embrace; his tenderness and
fondling began to have its effect on my passions, and involuntarily I
made; some internal convulsive twitchings.

"I feel you, my darling, calling on my instrument for renewed efforts;
he will soon respond."

And, in fact, I felt it swelling and swelling so deliciously that I
could not help continuing the interior pressures, although feeling
confusedly ashamed of the notice my husband took of it.

"Don't be afraid, my sweetest love, but give way to whatever your
passions dictate, and thus you will best please me, and