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  Thus excited, I sought the renewal of bliss,

  And impressed on my partner a warm ardent kiss,

  Which, infusing fresh spirit through every vein,

  Soon nerved him for love’s sweet encounter again,

  And he placed in my hand the dear source of my pleasure,

  The pride of his manhood, and woman’s best treasure.

  The rogue, as I pressed him, grew stronger and stronger,

  Till unable to bear my grasp any longer,

  He flew to my arms, and with one active tilt,

  Lodged his excellent weapon clean up to the hilt;

  Then again we pursued our connubial employment,

  And strained every nerve to increase our enjoyment.

  Wild murmurs of ecstasy marked every stroke,

  And the bed in its creaking our ardour bespoke,

  Until, soon, we completed the blest operation,

  And poured forth together our mutual libation.

  Thus alternately sleeping and sporting we lay,

  ’Till bright Phœbus had mounted the chariot of day.

  Five times we indulged in our amorous riot,

  When my hero at length, seemed disposed to be quiet;

  But, to tell you the truth, had he given me a score,

  I still should have ardently coveted more;

  But, more prudent, he thought it was time to observe

  The maxim of keeping a corps in reserve,

  And that he would not appear with ‘eclat,’

  If so soon, he was made a ‘hors de combat;’

  Still I clung fast around him with unquenched desire,

  And fanned the warm embers of love’s drooping fire.

  Grown bold, I extended my warm roving hand,

  And felt my dear playfellow gently expand,

  Till he soon had attained the completest perfection,

  And proudly stood forth in the grandest erection;

  But my tormentor, laughing, still lay on his back,

  And declared ‘twas my turn to commence the attack;

  So I mounted at once, and as something to brag on,

  I acted the part of St. George and the Dragon;

  And managed it, too, with such skill and address,

  That it quickly was crowned with the wished for success.

  This completed the sports of this wonderful night,

  And put the last seal on this work of delight;

  So we rose to perform our respective ablutions,

  And wash off the stains of our frequent pollutions.

  But words, after all, do but faintly reveal

  The joys which, in wedlock, you’re destined to feel;

  Then lose not a moment, my dear Isabella,

  But fly to the arms of some handsome young fellow,

  Make haste and get married as soon as you can,

  For life’s quite a blank, till enjoyed with a man,

  Who will quickly remove every girlish dilemma,

  And make you as blest as your happy friend –

  EMMA.

  How she trembled and hid her face on my bosom, as the reading proceeded, whilst my prick was fairly throbbing with impatience under her bottom.

  At last it was finished, and dropping the book, I took her face between my two hands, and bringing our lips together, we indulged in a long luscious kiss, which seemed to make her whole frame vibrate with emotion, especially when I thrust my tongue as wantonly as possible into her mouth, and she almost sucked my breath away.

  At length she broke away, exclaiming, ‘What a naughty, rude man you must be Fred, to bring that book to read to me, in fact you’re dreadfully indelicate altogether, now get into that cupboard at once, sir!’ opening the door, and motioning me to enter.

  Willing to humour her for a little while, I stepped inside, but remarked as I did so, ‘My idea, Ada, is in a hurry for me to be still more indelicate, but my darling can’t be more impatient than I am.’

  She did not answer, but I heard the key turned in the lock, and then a considerable rustling of dress, as she was evidently making haste for fear I should burst the door open to look at her.

  ‘You are a good boy, Fred, to be so patient, and if always so obedient to your little wifey, I can never love you too much.’

  ‘All right, dearest, but do make haste, for I’m really very impatient,’ I replied, then I heard a faint trickling sound, and guessed she was at the moment performing the last necessary duty of nature, before being ready for bed.

  A moment or two after the key was turned very softly in the lock, and pushing open the cupboard door I had to grope my way to the bed, for the little minx had drawn the thick window curtains quite close as well as putting out the wax lights.

  I found my birdie safe between the sheets, only her head was buried out of sight, so throwing aside the bedclothes, my hand was upon her bosom in a moment, when she said softly, and evidently in a great flutter, ‘Why, Fred, you’re surely not coming to bed in your clothes, are you?’

  ‘My darling you put out the lights, and made me forget all about that, certainly I must undress myself, but must light up to do so,’ I answered, and soon the room was again illuminated by at least a dozen wax lights. The facetious hotel people had determined we should have enough candles to see well, and find our way into Hymen’s bower of love, so I applied the taper to them all, especially as I knew they would be charged in the bill.

  I was not bashful if she was, so soon stripped off everything, careless of whether she looked or not. My prick was in a fine state of erection, and you know it is a fair-sized instrument of its kind.

  No doubt the sly puss had a good look at her fate, although pretending to hide her head.

  For a moment or so I stood before the cheval glass, admiring my own manly beauty, especially the dart of love as I drew back the skin from its ruby head, and shook it triumphantly, so that she might have a good sight reflected in the glass.

  Somehow the idea of exposing myself as much as possible to the little frightened creature, seemed to excite my lust to its utmost pitch of desire.

  Next I slipped on my night shirt, and taking up the utensil, found my penis so distended that it was almost impossible to make water for a minute or two, till I had cooled it over the bidet with some cold water and a sponge. At length I managed to discharge a fine volume of water, the sound of which no doubt must have reached her ears, even if covered up.

  Without putting out the lights I made my way to the bed, and opening the sheets, sprang in, and at once drew my trembling bride close to me, as I folded her in my arms, and took a long wanton kiss, tongueing and sucking each other’s breath for a few seconds, till I felt my prick as hard as ever, throbbing against her belly, so slipping my hands down, I raised her chemise de nuit, and my own shirt, till we were both naked up to the arm-pits. What a delicious pair of hard, firm, round, little globes of love, her bosom now displayed to my delighted gaze, as the bedclothes were slightly thrown back. I moulded them with my fingers, kissed and sucked the pretty brown nipples, and made them feel my pretended bites, till the two little things were as stiff as little pricks. Then suddenly darting one hand lower down I felt the soft silky down on her Mons Veneris, and found her legs slightly open to give me a chance of attacking the grotto beneath.

  ‘Darling, I must first ascertain that you are really a maid, that is a thing it is impossible I can be deceived in, has any one else ever been here?’ I asked, placing one finger in her crack, which I found already quite moistened by a spend in anticipation, brought on no doubt by my attentions to her bubbles.

  Her thighs closed convulsively at the instant, and as I could see her face quite plainly, the previous crimson flush was suddenly succeeded by an ashy paleness, and then as suddenly flushed up again, as the tears welled in torrents from her blue-black eyes.

  ‘I’m undone, you’ll never forgive me!’ she sobbed as if her heart would break. ‘Let me get up and go home to my uncle. Oh, oh, Fred, Fred, I never thought you c
ould know. No, more you would,’ she added, almost passionately, ‘if you had acted in a manly way at once; but – but, of course your finger is a different thing. Oh, do let me go!’

  She jumped out of bed, and would have been dressed in a very short time, sobbing all the while as if she would break her heart.

  Her tears had an extraordinary effect upon me, I don’t believe I had loved her before that moment, but now I yearned to comfort her, and felt how terrible it would be to lose such a darling.

  ‘Ada,’ I said, rushing to her, and folding her in my arms in spite of her resistance, ‘I can forgive you everything if you tell me all – all – everything – what different are you now to what you would have been tomorrow morning, even if you had been a maid. Will you unbosom yourself, and love me as before, then nothing can interfere with our happiness?’

  She fell on her knees, sobbing and crying more than ever, but presently composing herself a little, exclaimed, ‘How good and generous of you, dear Fred, I will tell you all, and love you, and do everything you wish for the rest of my life. I won’t even be jealous of other women as some foolish girls are. You shall have every freedom, and I will do my best to retain your love. But love me now, Freddy, I can’t tell my tale till we feel one in every respect, tomorrow you shall know all.’

  She was as passive as a lamb. I slipped off my night-shirt, and pulled every rag off her back as well.

  What a beauty she was, so small, but perfect in every limb and part. In a frenzy of passion I carried her to the bed, threw her down and was between her legs in a moment, but she was awfully tight, and I had indeed to push hard to effect my entrance. She heaved up her bottom, and glued her lips to mine; I could not retain myself, but spent immediately. Then we lay in the ecstatic trance you know so well, till I felt the contractions of her cunt urging me to go on again. She is a perfect little devil for cock, and made me go on again and again, without withdrawing for a moment, till I had spent four times, and my prick was quite skinned.

  When at last I did retire from the scene of my defeat, (for she had fairly exhausted me), I noticed a considerable stain of blood of the lips of her pussy, and on the sheet.

  ‘I have really injured you as much as if I had taken your maidenhead, Ada dear,’ I said.

  A curious smile passed over her face, as she said, ‘But for your threatening finger I should have cheated you, still I am far happier now, my Fred and will let you into the secret.

  ‘I consulted a very clever old woman, who advised me to wash myself well with alum water, to tighten and harden my sheath, and then when the important crisis approached, to pass up a couple of good ripe red strawberries, which would give the proper stain – was it not clever, my pet; but I am indeed happiest as it is!’

  We washed, and then before going to sleep, she first kissed my prick most affectionately for some minutes, and at last when I assured her that I was too sore for further play, she lubricated it with cold cream, hoping I should be all right in the morning.

  What delicious dreams I had as I lay in the arms of my pet. It was all gone through again, only if anything with greater enjoyment, and at last I awoke in the act of spending, and found that my little wife had been gamahuching me in reality, till I quite unconsciously came in her mouth.

  After breakfast we took a long walk over the lovely common, whilst far out of hearing of a living human being, she confided to me the following remarkable tale:

  THE CONFESSION

  When we had walked some distance, Ada said, ‘Now, Fred, I will keep my word, and tell you all about my introduction to the ways of enjoyment, for I feel sure you must guess I am no novice.’

  ‘Go on, dearest,’ I answered, ‘I only like you the better for your candour.’

  She stopped and made me kiss her, again and again, and joked me about my prick getting stiff in my trousers, promising that her narrative would excite me tremendously, and that she really trembled for the consequences, when we should go to bed again.

  ‘And perhaps long before that,’ I replied with a laugh, ‘but do go on, I’m all impatience.’

  ‘You know I’m an orphan,’ she began, ‘and that I and my brother Ferdie have lived with our guardian, Uncle Harry, since our parents were lost in the City of Boston steamer, which was never heard of after leaving America, and you know uncle is still quite a young man, a year or two under forty; but, darling Fred, you must promise before I go further with my tale, to forgive every one I may mention, and remember too, dearest, that Uncle Harry is so rich, and besides he handed you my dower, did he not promise you another £20,000 if we lived happily together for five years, say you forgive them all as you have forgiven me?’

  How could I do otherwise but promise, besides I have made up my mind to earn that £20,000, and perhaps may get it out of her uncle before the stipulated five years of kindness to Ada.

  She continued, ‘It is hardly four years since I went to live at uncle’s place in Hertfordshire, you know the fine old hall standing in a large park; he was away in town, being an MP, but as soon as the session was over came at once to Curlington, and soon won my affections by his great kindness and consideration for our orphaned state.

  ‘Ferdie used to come into my bedroom, (which was next to his), every night to kiss me before going to bed, and I soon began to notice that his embraces and kisses were getting more impassioned every day. One evening in particular he seemed as if he would never take his departure, so that when I had removed my dress, modesty prevented me continuing to disrobe until he was gone, “Now Ferdie, one more kiss and be off, I want to go to bed!”

  ‘He was sitting by my side on the edge of the bed, and suddenly clasping me to his bosom, glued his lips to mine is such a warm sucking kiss, that I blushed and tried to get away from him, “Ah, for shame sir! you shan’t come into my room again!” I gasped, almost choked by his kissing, as I found one of his daring hands on my thigh under my skirts.

  ‘“I must, I will, never mind me Ada, I want to see if you are like a picture I have seen; would you like to look at it darling?”

  ‘He spoke excitedly, and I was too astonished to answer, my skirts were thrown up, and he put his fingers in my little crack, which made me feel so funny, and then forcing my thighs apart, began to kiss me there in such a way, tickling the little button you know of with the tip of his tongue so lasciviously, that I was lost at once, and quite gave myself up to the delicious sensations aroused in me for the first time.

  ‘“How nice, how lovely! Oh, Ferdie, what shall I do?” I exclaimed, “there’s something coming, for heaven’s sake leave me alone darling!”

  ‘But he only redoubled his sucking and tongueing, whilst I squirmed and twisted about in ecstasy till I fairly came in his mouth.

  ‘“May I sleep with you darling?” he asked, when we had got over the excitement a little, “I will show you a book of pictures belonging to Uncle Harry, and we can practise all the ‘Loves of Venus’, as it is called.”

  ‘“How can I refuse my dear boy,” I replied, “only make haste and undress quietly in your room, so no one can hear us, and bring the book for me to see.”

  ‘He soon came back, with only his night shirt on, and made me take off mine, which was all I had on, as he wanted to admire my figure, and see if I had any little fur below yet, or if I was as beautiful as the girls pictured in the book.

  ‘“What a little love my sister is, don’t you think so, Ada?” he said smiling, then proceeded to kiss the firm round globes of my bosom, whilst his hand passed over and moulded every part of my person, making comments as he examined each part, such as, “Delicious bubbles! What a firm little rump, and what a lovely fat little cunny you have, sissy; how nicely it is getting covered with the soft downy hair just beginning to grow!”

  ‘His touches fired the blood in my veins till I was quite beside myself, and yet without knowing what I wanted, he seemed to take such delight in handling me, that at last I thought it would be best to repay a few of his liberties, so I suddenly pu
shed him backwards, and noticing how his shirt stuck up over a certain part, just raised it to see the cause.

  ‘“And pray what do you call this, sir?” I asked, taking the upright shaft in my left hand, as I was kneeling up between his legs, “and what pray do you call this bag with two lumps in it, which hangs below?”

  ‘“Little simpleton,” he said excitedly, “don’t you know what they are? Why, to be sure, one is my cock, and the other my balls or bollocks, as some would call them; they also have other names, such as prick, pego, John Thomas, for a man’s cock, which do you like best love?”

  ‘“And is that what a man puts into a woman to make babies?” I asked.

  ‘“Look at the book first, then if you are agreeable, Ada darling, we will try some of the designs, so Miss Impudence just cover up those jewels again with my shirt tail, and let us look at my prize.”

  ‘The book was a small oblong album, in half morocco and gilt edges, lettered outside “The Love of Venus”.

  ‘The first plate as he opened it, was a representation of Mercury catching Venus and Mars in a net, just as she was in the act of riding a St George and the God of War. It was a luscious scene, you could see her straddling over him with the shaft of love well up her cunny, but the idea was rather spoilt by the look of surprise caused by the sudden envelopment of the lovers in the treacherous net.

  ‘The second representation was another beautifully soft steel plate, called “La Danza di Bacco e Arianna”. This must have been before Bacchus grew into the bloated young man he is usually pictured to be. In this one the artist represents a lovely youth with standing pego, dancing with a lovely girl who also shows all her naked charms in front of his standard of love, which is almost close enough to touch her unfledged grotto.

  I remember all the plates in the book so well, because we often looked at them afterwards.

  ‘The third was a swing scene, a lovely naked woman, her eyes almost closed by excessive emotion, clinging to the ropes by her hands, whilst her bottom projects in the most inviting manner towards her sweetheart, (also naked) who stands ready to meet and catch her luscious cunt right upon his standing prick, in fact he is steadying the swing so as to make sure of hitting the mark at every return.