I cuddled and kissed her, put my arm round her. "Do let me dear," I
said. I got my hand up her clothes and between her thighs, she crossed
her legs without replying. "I will fuck you, I swear I will," said I as
I forced my hand still closer in. "Oh! oh!" she said, and nothing more.
I pulled her backwards on the bed, my cock stiff, standing, was under
her eyes, drew her lips close to mine kissing rapidly: my fingers rubbed
the warm slit, her bum began to move uneasily, her breathing was short,
her thighs unclosed, my finger slipped farther. "Oh! don't hurt me," she
said sharply. Pressing her backwards on the bed, I lifted her limbs, she
was yielding, meant fucking. I ripped open at once the slight blue
bows which fastened the muslin gown, threw up the chemise, saw the
well-rounded limbs in silk, the bright red garters, the thighs above,
the black hair of her cunt, rolled on to her, was between her thighs, my
naked belly on hers, my prick touching the cunt-lips.
The accumulators of my ballocks must have been gorged with sperm. Off
and on all day my prick had been on the stand, I had feared to touch
it lest it should go off, nor had I put the girl's hand on to it; the
last-hour my prick had been erect without subsiding. As my belly met
hers a tremor shook my whole frame. "My God, shall I spend outside?"
thought I; my prick like an iron rod touched the top of the wet slit and
slid right down on its passage. Is she virgin? a sharp cry, "Oh! don't
hurt me," I felt an obstacle, pushed violently again and again, "oh!
oh! don't," and then throb, throb, throb, with each throb a jet of sperm
shot out against the mouth of the orifice I had not penetrated, I lost
my power in the contentment of a copious emission, and the pleasurable
certainty, that no prick had yet been up the hole against which mine had
been battering.
Next was fear lest she should get up, so rapid had the spend overtaken
me, that I had not got my hands under her, they were on the side of her
smooth haunches. To keep her under me until my powers returned, I slid
one hand under her bum, the other under her waist, and squeezed her to
me, then gently loosening my belly a little from hers I pushed again
where my prick laid. With what delight I found it still stiff, with an
obstacle in its front; I nestled gently in the spermy lips, the heat,
the smoothness gave me a tittillation as if a spend was again not far
off, and that I need not have feared my manhood. With pride and power
I clasped her, feeling sure she was virgin. There she lay in all her
beauty, submitting to my will, I enjoying my sense of power, wriggling
gently for a minute, till my prick demanded its right of entry. I
pushed, a sharp "oh!" a harder push, a louder cry, the obstacle was
tight and hard indeed, I had never had such difficulty before; my lust
grew fierce, her cry of pain gave me inexpressable pleasure, and saying
I would not hurt, yet wishing to hurt her and glorying in it, I thrust
with all the violence my buttocks could give, till my prick seemed to
bleed, and pained me. "Oh! mon Dieu! ne faites pas ca, get away, you
shan't," she cried, "oh! o-o-oh!". My prick moved forward, something
which had tightened round, and clipped it gave way; suddenly it glided
up her cunt, still tighter I clasped her, as she moved with pain beneath
me, my balls were dangling on her bum, my sperm shooting against the
neck of her womb, and I had finished the toughest virginity I ever had
yet.
The job was done, months of anticipation, hopes, fears, and desire,
were over; my prick was in the cunt of a French virgin, at a cost of two
hundred pounds. After my second poke, I had a feeling of pleasure and
tranquillity, a weight off my mind, a future of voluptuousness before
My cock still lingered in her cunt, I moved it about, excited and
full of lusty vigor could have gone on fucking; but letting my penis
withdraw, I lay thinking about her cunt, then with a kiss lifted myself
off the beautiful creature who lay under me with eyes closed. I saw
the gauzy dressing-gown lying open, the blue bows torn, a coarse white
chemise in a well pressed heap, above a navel, an ample belly, finely
formed thighs, of a slightly brown tint, and on the chemise beneath
large spots of sperm, patches of blood, and spunk streaked with blood in
quantity filling and covering the space between the cunt-hole, getting
off I seated myself by the side of the bed; Louise seemed to awaken to
consciousness, and with the instinct of a modest woman covered
herself by drawing down her chemise, carelessly, half-sleepily and
unconsciously; more as if from habit than of thought to hide her charms.
Then she drew herself to the edge of the bed, put one leg higher up than
the other, resting her elbow on it, her head upon her hand, she looked
at me wistfully without uttering a word.
A newly fucked woman rarely looks at the man, sometimes turns away,
rarely speaks, but avoids a man's eyes. Louise did not speak, but she
looked as if she was collecting her senses, looked so long and in
such manner, that it made me uncomfortable, until her fine legs, in an
attitude I had not yet seen them in recalled me to myself. "What lovely
legs," said I. She pulled the chemise down lower, but the chemise was
short, and she was sitting on it; she never took her dark eyes off me,
but with her head still leaning on her hand, said slowly, "You have
promised me never to go into the bed-room with my sister again!"