tight."

"Yes, darling, but this dear little thing stretches, and was made to
receive this big thing."

I was exciting her clitoris with my finger, she grew evidently
lasciviously inclined, so saying, "Just let me try, and if it hurts you
I will stop; you know I am always gentle with you."

"So you are, my dear fellow, but take care not to hurt me." She lay
down on the bed, as I desired, with feet up and knees laid open. I spat
on my prick, and wetted the knob and upper shaft well, then bringing it
to her cunt, well moistened by my saliva in gamahuching her, I held
open the lips with the fingers of my left hand, and half buried its
knob before getting to the real entrance.

"Don't flinch, dearest, I shall not hurt." And I got it well over the
knob, and buried it one inch further.

"Stop!" she cried, "it seems as if it would burst me open, it so
stretches me."

"But it does not hurt you, dearest?" I had immediately stopped before
asking the question.

"No not exactly, but I feel as if something was in my throat."

"Rest a little, and that will go off." I slipped a finger down on her
clitoris, and as I frigged it she grew more and more excited, giving
delicious cunt pressures on my prick, it gradually made its way by the
gentle pushing I continued to make without other movements. It was more
than half in when she spent, this not only lubricated the interior, but
the inner muscles relaxing, a gentle shove forward housed it to the
hilt, and then I lay quiet until she recovered from the half fainting
state her last discharge had produced; soon the increased pressures of
the inner folds showed that her passions were awakening afresh. She
opened her eyes and, looking lovingly, said I had given her great
pleasure, but she felt as if something enormous was stretching her
inside to the utmost. Had I got it all in?

"Yes, dearest, and now it will be able to give you greater pleasure
than before." I began a slow withdrawal and return, frigging her
clitoris at the same time, for I was standing between her legs. She
soon grew wild with excitement, nature prompting her, her arse rose and
fell almost as well as if she was mistress of the art. The novel
combination of prick and finger quickly brought on the ecstatic crisis.
I, too, was wild with lust, and we spent together, ending in an
annihilation of all our senses by the extreme ecstasy of the final
overpowering crisis. We lay panting for some time in all the
after-joys.