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Chapter 71 - 71

 

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!"

 

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