MY SECRET LIFE
the intense pleasure which she said the operation gavel To solve my doubts (although I had determined not), I went to her again, and saw the pictures. She again talked about them, until scarcely knowing what I was doing, “Will you let me '1’” I asked. “Don’t talk loud,” said she, “it will never do to let any one know what we are at.” Our voices dropped to a whisper, whilst by her advice I pulled ofl trousers and drawers, and she stripped stark naked.
" Then she carefully greased my prick with pomatum, and put some on her arse-hole; it was the work of a minute, not a word was said. She then stark naked, sat by the side of me on the sofa, began fondling and kissing me, took my hand in hers and rubbed my fin- gers on her clitoris, half frigged herself with my fin- gers, I let her do what she liked. Then she turned round. “Put it in,” she said when her rump was to- Wards me, “then give me your hand, and don’t push till I tell you.” Her arse-hole was at the level of my prick as I stood by the side of the sofa, my machine was like a rod of iron, my brains seemed on fire, I felt I was going to do something wrong, dreaded it, yet determined to do it. “Put it in, slowly,” said she in a whisper. The hole opened, felt tight, but to my astonishment almost directly my whole prick was hid- den in it without pain to me or any difficulty. “Give me your hand.” I did. Again she began frigging her- self with my fingers. “Rub, rub, push gently,” she said, and I tried, but was getting past myself. “Now,” said she with a spasmodic sort of half cry, half grunt. I felt my prick squeezed as in a vice, I shoved or rather scarcely began to do so when I discharged a week’s
reserve up her rectum. My brain whirled with excite-
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