her cunt, I pressed my belly forwards
with all my might, and sheathed my prick in her bottom-hole to its full
extent. Mrs. B at this awoke, and exclaimed, "Good Heavens! Fred, you
hurt me cruelly. I wish you would be content with my cunt, I shall be
unable to walk tomorrow. You know it always has that effect. It is
downright cruel of you--but since you are in, stay quiet a little, and
then continue to frig me with your fingers, as you know that eventually
gives me great pleasure."

She calls me Fred, what can she mean? I was, however, too agreeably
situated to speculate on anything, but as I was now buried within her
bottom-hole, I lay quiet for a few minutes as she had requested; and as
her complaints subsided, and I felt a slight reciprocating movement, I,
too, moved within her, working at the same time my two fingers in her
cunt. By this time she was wide awake, and became conscious of who was
her bed-fellow.

"What are you about, Charles?" she exclaimed, "do you know where you
are?"

"I did not know I was doing anything wrong."

"Doing wrong, indeed! My, a lady's bottom-hole was never intended for a
pego. How came you to put it in there?"

"I cannot tell; I did not do it on purpose. I thought I was going into
the same delightful place I was in last night."

All this time I was moving my prick in and out of one aperture, and my
fingers were working away in the other. The tightness of the sheath
round my prick was delicious beyond anything I could conceive, and I
think, from the way the lady conducted herself, she liked it as much as
I did. At any rate, she permitted me to go on until I had a delicious
discharge; and she herself spent all over my hand.

When the bout was over, she jumped out of bed, went to the basin, and
with a sponge purified herself. After which, she said--

"My dear boy, you had better come and wash yourself, too; and take care
not to make a mistake of this kind again, as it is sometimes attended
with disagreeable consequences."

It was now perfect sunny daylight, and my enchanting mistress looked so
lovely in her almost transparent cambric night-shirt that I was
emboldened to ask her to let me see her perfectly naked in all her
glorious beauty of form. She gratified me at once; but laughingly,
pulled off my night-shirt, and said--

"I, too, must have the pleasure not only of contemplating your
promising youthful charms, but of embracing your dear form
disencumbered of all the superfl