well of her hips, and the
glorious projection and rotundity of her immense buttocks. I slowly and
gently pushed in and out of her juicy sheath, until, awakened by the
exquisite sensations of my slow movements, all her lubricity was
excited, and we ended one of our most delicious encounters, finishing,
as usual, with a death-like exhaustion. She declared I had done enough
for one night, and jumping out of bed, compelled me to betake myself to
my own room, where, I must confess, I very shortly slept as sound as
could be, without at the same time oversleeping myself.

Thus passed several successive nights, until the fall of the moon, when
one day Mrs. B. complained of headache and feeling unwell. I was very
much alarmed, but she took occasion to tell me it was quite natural,
and she would explain to me how it was so at night. I was obliged to be
content with this. At night, she came and sat on my bed, and told me
all the mysteries of the case. How women, not with child, had these
bleedings monthly, which, so far from being hurtful, were a relief to
the system, and that they happened at the full or the new moon,
generally at the former. Further, that all connection with men must
cease at such a time. I was in despair, for my prick was stiff enough
to burst. However, my kind and darling mistress, to relieve me from the
pain of distention, took my prick in her mouth, and performed a new
manoeuvre. Wetting her middle finger with her saliva, she thrust it up
my bottom-hole, and worked in unison with the suction of the knob, and
the frigging of the root of my prick with the other hand. I had a most
exquisite and copious discharge, the pleasure being greatly enhanced by
the action of the finger up my fundament. My charming mistress
swallowed all I could give her, and did not cease sucking until the
last drop had exuded from my throbbing prick.

I was obliged to be satisfied with this, and my mistress informed me I
could have no more enjoyment for four or five days; which, to my
impatience, was like condemning me to as many ages of hope deferred. I
observed, while she was kissing me, that her breath had a peculiar
odour, and I asked her what she had been eating.

"Why do you ask, my dear boy?"

"Because of the difference of your breath, generally so sweet and
fragrant."

She smiled and said it was all from the same cause she had just been
explaining to me, and was very generally so with women at that period.
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