"Do you think so, my love? I'll soon be like you and let you do as you wish with me, as long as I can press your lovely person in my arms," stripping myself as quickly as I could tear off the obstructing apparel, then, naked as Adam, I knelt between her widely opened legs and imprinted a kiss on the pinky lips of her tight looking little cunny, as they just peeped out between the downy chevelure, forcing my tongue in between them till it found that hypersensitive little button of love. This so electrified her that she almost bounded off the bed; again and again my , as she seemed dying with delight, making her scream out: "Oh, you love? Oh, my darling! What is it I feel thrilling me through and through. Ah, what is it? What is going to happen? I feel something coming! Oh! oh! oh! I'm done!" as she gave down a flood of maiden spend, thick and glutinous, all over my lips, as I eagerly sucked every pearly drop.
Laying in a sort of dazed ecstasy, now was my chance, so standing up and throwing my naked body over her, my affair was with its ruby head touching the lips of her cunt.We kissed each other ardently, as her arms clasped round my body. "Oh, how lovely, to feel your flesh like this, you are all mine just now, Percy; but what is that I feel trying to push into me down there?""Feel for yourself, dearest, it is the ladies' darling; they call it my prick, or my cock, and love to have it go in there. Put your hand on it, dear, and your happiness will soon be complete, if you just open those little lips of yours and rub the head against the little spot my tongue tickled so nicely: let me help you."
One of my hands directed hers, and placed it on my prick, the small soft fingers grasped round it, giving me such a thrill that I gave a hard push, jamming the head just alittle within the entrance to her virginity, "Oh, oh! You hurt me, Percy! Don't be so rough again.""You pet; it's made to go in there, then you'll be a real woman, and know what love is: bear it for a moment, I must have you now."A natural instinct seemed to direct her motions, for just then giving a deep sigh, she heaved up to meet, and I gained another inch, making her give quite a little scream of pain. Push, push, push, I went on drawing a sharp cry of agony at each advance.
Presently something snapped and gave way before my impetuous charge, the victory was won, but not without some loss of blood, as I found when having shot a stream of my healing balsam into her lacerated parts, I was able to withdraw for a wash, whilst she lay in a dazed kind of lost state, till having purified myself, I applied a wet handkerchief to wipe and soothe her still, burning parts. "Oh, how nice of you to think of me like that," she said, opening her eyes, looking me all over. "And is that the thing that has hurt me so?" as she pointed to my now limp John Thomas. "Why it felt like a warm bar of iron forcing itself into me."
