Glory! glory! I am in!

As he entered that beautiful temple of heat and passion, my prick doffed his headdress and did not stay his progress till pulled up by the virgin veil of Fanny's maidenhead! Whispering to her to 'Raise your hips a little, my darling, to let me put my hand under you,' I drew back for a strong forward thrust. I had not time to spare her. Fanny did not require to be educated up to that point which makes the rending in twain of the maidenhead a less timorous thing for the sweet victim. She wanted all my prick in and showed it by the firm way she pushed up against me and the frank manner with which she gave me her delicious little cunt. I made the thrust. For one hardly appreciable little space of time the doomed maidenhead resisted. There was a little check, a sudden yielding, accompanied by a slight tremor of Fanny's form and a very, very little cry, and I was in the Holy of Holies. God! but I acted as I always have done. I remembered that, whatever my pleasure might be, my chief object in fucking a girl must be to give her pleasure. So it was when by rapid movements backwards and forwards, by thrilling sweeps of my burning prick, commencing at the very outside of her cunt and only ending with the feeling of resistance to further progress, I finally succeeded in being buried up to my balls and motte in the cunt of the exquisite and passionate girl, who helped me all she could! I felt as if I had never taken a maidenhead before, as if this was my first conquest of a maiden's cunt! – delightful love which can make even old pleasure appear new! Long before I came to the thrilling and maddening short digs, I had Fanny hardly able to keep from crying out aloud with the hitherto unknown rapture of being fucked! Of an ardent and generous temperament she 'came' frequently and always with a thrilling tremor which shook her from head to foot and she spent abundantly and copiously. As long as possible I kept back my offering, for once in Fanny, I did not care who came. Not that it was so in reality, but my blood was up, my prick was up and nothing now should interfere with the bliss I found I enjoyed. So that I made the first fuck of Fanny last as long as I could. But alas, how short! how much too short is even the longest fuck a man can make! I could not restrain the lava torrents very long and amidst a chorus or rather a duet of sighs, voluptuous groans and little cries and at the rushing end of the maddening short digs, at last came that burst of spend which makes a man drive in his prick as though he would send it through his lovely comrade and press his motte to hers as though to flatten it forever. Certainly Fanny was well anointed with the holy oil that first time. I had only spent once, or rather twice, since I had fucked Lizzie Wilson. The first time was when I had the wet dream at Nowshera and the last time was when I had sham fucked Fanny yesterday in my bungalow and I was boiling over. But all things come to an end and after enjoying for awhile the leaps of Fanny's motte and the compressions of her lovely little cunt, I withdrew my still iron-stiff prick and wiped the sweet girl between the thighs with my handkerchief. Fanny lay still on the ground, her eyes turned up to the stars and her thighs open in the most voluptuous attitude, whilst I rapidly restored the disorder of my attire. She seemed like one in an ecstasy. At length I roused her and assisted her to rise to her feet. For a moment she seemed hardly able to stand without support and then she threw her lovely arms around me, and pressing me to her, she gave me a shower of kisses which I returned with interest.

'Oh, my darling!' she cried, 'at last you have loved me as I have so longed, longed to be loved! But oh! I am all wet down my legs!'

Of course. Her overfilled cunt was overflowing and that reminded me that I must take care of Fanny. Kneeling down and telling her to let me do what I liked, I passed my hand up her thighs and introducing two fingers as far as they would go into her hot, soft little cunt I used them like glove stretchers and succeeded in bringing another flow of imprisoned spend down my hand and wrist and so relieved Fanny of what might otherwise have proved a dangerous burden. She asked me why I did that.

'I will tell you another time, darling. But come, let me wipe you once more and then we will take a turn of the avenue and see whether anyone is coming out.'

Fanny submitted to the further wiping with a voluptuous surrender of herself, which was exquisitely delicious to me. Oh what a jewel she was, if I could but wear her properly! What an immense pleasure did I see before me in training this ardently voluptuous girl to enjoy in its fullness the pleasure she could give! She loved me, I knew, and she loved my prick even more; but it should, if possible, be my care to make her adore my prick without loving me the less.

We walked slowly together, arm in arm, for we feared any more lover-like attitude lest eyes might see what none must even suspect. Twice we walked up and down before the house and looked in to see whether any move suggested an exit of anybody, but as far as we could see all were busily engaged. Then Fanny did one of those bold things which made me respect her so much. She went in, spoke to her mother and asked when someone would be coming out and was told to go and enjoy the walk with me as the game was not likely to end very soon. She came to me all radiant and joyful.

'Come, darling Charlie!'

I knew what she meant We hurried to our temporary nuptial couch between the shrubs. Here Fanny performed my toilet and I performed hers and when we were, both of us, as naked as could possibly be without actually taking off our clothes we joined in another one of those particularly rapturous fucks which neither man nor woman forgets all the days of their lives. Oh! dear readers, my pen fails me when I try to write down the burning reminiscences of those burning moments, but all my soul, my heart and my life seemed to be centred in Fanny and the seat and acme of pleasure to be in her cunt, between her beautiful thighs!

'Oh! Fanny!' l said, as we walked up and down, 'to have you properly we should both be in a comfortable bed and naked as we were born! How can we manage it? Can I come to you, darling? Could I not come in by the far bathroom door, across your room and into your bed?'

'Oh, no! It is impossible,' she replied. 'Amy sleeps in my room and my bed creaks – and – but, leave it to me, darling Charlie, and I will find a way! In the meanwhile let us enjoy one another as much as we can, as we have done. Oh! Charlie! I never, never, never could have enough of you, or as much of you as I should like!'

The remainder of the evening passed quietly and I went home about eleven o'clock. Arrived there I carefully spread my handkerchief to dry, for it had on it the precious bloom, mixed with our offerings, of the sacrifice of Fanny's maidenhead.

Before going to bed I, as usual, sat in my chair and tried to view calmly all the immense happiness I had attained. But I was still in quite a state of excitement. I had indeed fucked Fanny twice, but here were my balls aching. Was it really so impossible to get at her in her house? Should I risk going over presently and having a try? I knew I could make her hear me from the verandah, for I could whisper her name through the lattice of her window. I must fuck her again and very soon! I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that I could not really wait any longer, but must go to look for Fanny, when to my great surprise and intense joy – as well, however, as alarm – in came Fanny herself.

'Oh! Fanny darling, how did you come here?'

'I walked over, of course,' said she. 'Oh! my own love! Oh, my own darling Charlie, I could not sleep after I went to bed. I lay and tossed about. I longed for you, my darling! my darling! and at last I made up my mind that no matter what would happen, I would risk all and come to you – and now, see! I am come to give myself, wholly and entirely to you! Naked as I am by nature, I give myself to you all naked, there!' she exclaimed, as she tossed aside the grey cloak and the nightdress she was clothed in and took her feet out of her slippers, 'there! see! do you like me so, Charlie? Am I pretty enough to please you, my own, own darling?'