"Put it in!" cried I, "you are teasing me dreadfully!"
"Wait a bit!"
"What are you doing? You hurt me. Not there!"
And indeed, I felt the point trying to penetrate the singular aperture I have just mentioned.
"Let me do as I please, my adored one! I entreat you. A loveable woman is cunt all over, no single part of your beautiful body must remain virgin to my offering!"
"But 'tis impossible! It can never go in!"
"Oh, yes, I can get it entirely in if you will let me."
"But you'll kill me. I shall suffer. I shall shriek, I shan't spend at all."
"Yes, you will, and afterwards you'll say yourself how nice it was. I'll wager that you will often ask me to do it."
"No, 'tis impossible. Come, darling, put it in lower down, it's just as nice for you!"
"But I supplicate you to let me do it. It's the greatest proof of love that a woman can give. I demand that proof."
"Oh, heaven! I can't refuse you. Go along then and do it.
How funny all the same."
I said no more, and remained passive, presenting as well as I could what was required of me. My lover went to the toilettable and lubricated himself with a stick of cosmetic, then, taking up his position again, he once more knocked at the narrow gate. His first attempts did not succeed; I suffered and felt no pleasure at all, but I loved him so much that I could have suffered greater agonies still. And, besides, my curiosity and a desire for the unknown sustained me. My lover ceased his efforts an instant, and, passing his hand between my thighs, began to frig me. Symptoms of pleasure now arose, and I myself begged for a second trial, but my lover's leaning posture was too uncomfortable. He took my hand and placed it where his had toyed. I understood him, and rubbed away myself.
Again I felt the terrible point — the pleasure in front neutralised the agony that my poor arse still felt.
At last, I felt as if an enormous ring was dilated within me, and suddenly the monstrous cylinder slipped in in its entirety. I quickened the movement of my hand. An immense… twofold… sharp… extraordinary spending spasm overpowered me. I almost fainted and fell forward in an indescribable nervous fit.
My lover, luckily, had not been unhorsed; he followed my movement and laid his full length upon me. He gave a few more strokes, and filled his strange shelter with a hot ejaculation, that he spurted forth with many groans and sighs, to bear witness to his lively pleasure.
We remained some time in this position without speaking. I felt a certain shame that I could not explain, and was almost vexed at having spent so well by the ravishing of that unusual nook. On the other hand I could not prevent myself being delighted by the opening of this new source of pleasure.
F. kissed me and whispered: "Well, what do you think of it?"
"I hardly know."
"Did you spend?"
"Well, yes!"
"Are you vexed at having submitted to my whim?"
"No."
"Will you ever ask me to do it again?"
"I think I shall, but not often; it is too exciting — too awfully good!"
During our chat, the position remained unchanged, my lover's peg was still planted in my tiny hole, I felt it diminishing, he tried to withdraw. I pinched in my buttocks, so that willy-nilly I kept him at his post.
"You wanted to get in," said I to myself, "and there you shall stop!"
I relied on his well-tried strength, and while I waited for it to return I teased him, and used all the words he had taught me.
"How do you call this style of fucking?" said I. "You have not touched the poor little cunt that has had nothing this time."
"It's called… but never mind, well call it mignonner. That's a pretty word, isn't it? and goes well with rnimtte."
"Well darling, mignonne me again, I begin to like it. Ah! I can feel your nice prick reviving; treat kindly this ARSE you love so much… Don't go away yet, I beg of you. I want your spendings once more."
As I rattled out all these little bawdy words, that I knew electrified my lover, I loosened the tightness of my buttocks gradually, so as to leave him full liberty of action.
I began to feel again the advance symptoms of that double pleasure I had just felt, my lover was not yet quite ready, I seemed to feel him get weak, I told him not to leave me, and we rose again with infinite care to our first posture.
"Now, my darling," said I, "don't move. I'll do it all myself!"
I began to wriggle my rump carefully backwards and forwards. My lover, on his knees, as still as a statue, was passionately contemplating this libidinous sight. He could see, as he told me afterwards, his arrow, held as though in a vice, appear almost entirely, and then be completely lost to view in its harrow quiver.
After a few minutes of this delicious fun, my lover had recovered his pristine vigour. I could tell that by the growing thickness and stiffness of the member that bound our bodies together. I soon felt him shiver; broken utterances issued from his lips. I let him know that I was ready, and a fresh jet of spunk caused us both to swoon away with joy. # # # My well-beloved F. was right. I grew to like it! How many times has he not said with his soft voice, as he leans over me: "Where will you have it?"
And how often have I not pointed to my bottom, with my finger, and answered: "There!"
THE THREE CHUMS: A TALE OF LONDON EVERYDAY LIFE
(Continued from page 195)
CHAPTER VIII
A Lark on the Queen's Birthday -
The Illumination Night Four o'clock, a.m., of a glorious sunny morning, as Charlie Warner opened his eyes to find himself lying in Fanny's arms, almost naked on his bed, the covering having evidently slipped off onto the floor during the amorous play of the preceding night; they were fast embraced, or rather locked together, his prick as stiff as possible, throbbing against the soft ivory skin of his companion's person, the curly hair of their organs of love mingling together in the close conjunction of their bodies.
Fanny's lips were slightly open, displaying a lovely set of small pearly teeth whilst her arms ever and anon clasped his form with a light nervous tremour, as if she was still dreaming of the delights of the past night.
"She f-d me as dry as a stick, last night," soliloquised Charlie, "yet I feel brimming over with spunk again, and ready to spend over her navel."
"Wake up, Fanny, my love!" he softly whispered, putting two of his fingers into her still damp slit, and rubbing gently on her excited clitoris. "Wake up, sleeping beauty, I must have one quick. See how stiff he is. Look at your darling. Don't you know that this is the Queen's birthday, 24th May, 18 — and, in honour of her Majesty, 1 mean to f-k as many girls as I can to-day, at least between now and to-morrow morning, and I mean to begin with you."
"You randy fellow, do you think I will oblige you after such a speech as that?" laughed Fanny, as she woke with a start.
"I can't help myself this minute, because I've been dreaming of you all night. You seemed always in me, spending and spending till I seemed actually dissolving in love, and then you wake me up with a reference to having other girls during the day. Still I can't refuse this delicious morsel just now, but it will be different when you come home to-night, after your day's whoring. I shall look at you with disgust then."
"Oh, put it into me quick!" she ejaculated with a sigh, opening her legs, to receive the object of her desire.
It was a short hot affair, as most first f- ks in the morning are, when the blood is heated from wine, champagne, amp;c, imbibed over night.
He stroked her twice, to Fanny's infinite satisfaction, before he withdrew from the tight folds of her deliciously warm c — t.