He stayed where he was, however, till he gave me another glimpse of paradise. After he had flooded my womb with great spouting jets of sperm, he got from between my legs, saying he had made twins for me.
If I have any babies, I wonder if I will be able to tell who their father is. You may wonder why I let Mr. Brown into my grotto and affections after my marriage, but the truth is, one man is not enough for me. I can give John all he wants and then have enough left for two or three more men.
I have been admiring a good-looking bachelor neighbour who lives over the way. I think with his brawn and muscle he could equal John or Mr. Brown, and every time I see him I can't help thinking of the good times we might have together if he would only try. But, dear reader, goodbye.
Postscript-(Some weeks later).
I think 111 have to add a few lines to my already tiresome story, to tell about my bashful bachelor. He lived alone on a small place adjoining ours (John's and mine) where he raised small fruit which he sold in town. I hadn't lived here a week before I met him and at once admired him. After meeting him a few times, we got quite well acquainted, for John and he had known each other even before our marriage.
One day I baked a tin of biscuits which I took over to his house and left on his table while he was at work in the field. That evening, while John and I were at supper, he came in with a big dish of fine strawberries and said he knew I must have left him the biscuits. So, I may say, began our more intimate acquaintance.
I used often to go in and leave him a pie or a loaf of bread, and soon began to tidy up his rooms a little. He called often with fruits. At first he came when John was at home, but after awhile he always came when John was away. I thought that was encouraging and I soon treated him with the freedom of an old friend.
At first when he met me he was embarrassed and timid. I was pleased to see that he liked to be with me, though, and he soon became more at ease when we met. One day he brought me a particularly nice lot of strawberries.
“Oh, ain't they nice. If you were a woman, I'd give you a kiss,” I said.
He looked pleased, as if he would have liked the kiss anyway. He stayed longer than usual and I noticed a big lump in his pants. I was in hopes he would ask for the kiss, but he didn't.
Next morning soon after John left, he came in with more fruit and a nice bouquet of roses. I noticed that he was all of a tremble when he handed me the roses.
“These are so nice and you are so good that I must give you a kiss,” I said. So after putting the roses and fruit on the table, I went up to where he was sitting and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
How I pitied the poor fellow. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do, and when he rose up I couldn't help noticing that his shaft was a big one, for it was vainly trying to burst the buttons off his overalls.
I knew he would be in again next morning, so just as soon as John left I took off my dress waist and my drawers, unfastened my skirt and petticoat, and unbuttoned my chemise too. Then, throwing a light shawl over my shoulders, I waited. Presently I saw him leave his house with a dish in his hand. I watched till he was near the door, then I went into the bedroom.
After giving a light tap on the door, he came in. I heard him close the door behind him. I came out of the bedroom, holding my skirts up with one hand and the shawl over my bosom with the other. Without giving him a chance to say anything, I said, “How kind you are to bring this to me. You will excuse my appearance, won't you? I am going to take a bath.” As I reached for the berries I let go of the shawl, which left my bosom exposed. His gaze was at once fastened on the charms exposed, but I did not appear to notice it. Then as I started to walk with the berries I let one of my petticoats go. I had gone half a dozen steps when it dropped about my feet, causing me to stumble and spill some of the berries and the shawl to fall from my shoulders. My bachelor friend sprang to my assistance. In raising me up, somehow, one of his hands was placed fairly on one of my breasts. Holding the dish of berries in my hand, I began to laugh at the predicament I was in, and as he began to press my bosom and hug me closely, I asked if he wanted to kiss my breasts.
“Yes, now,” said he, hoarse with passion.
“Well, let me put down the berries and you shall have it,” I said, but he held on to me while I stepped out of my skirts and placed the berries on the table. “If you want a good kiss,” I said, “you must sit down so I can reach you.”
When he seated himself I stood by him and stooped over to part his mustache in such a way that he could look into my open chemise and see my belly, and perhaps lower still. After parting his mustache to suit me, doing it very deliberately, I put my arm about his neck and my lips to his lips. Then his passion broke over all restraint. Clasping me in his arms he rose to his feet and carried me to the bed in the next room. Quickly removing his clothes, he threw himself upon me. I was prepared for the onset. When he got between my legs I seized hold of his charger and directed it to the portals of my haven of bliss, into which he quickly shoved it.
Dear reader, if you are a woman, you may know something of the delightful sensation his instrument caused me to feel in my most sensitive parts. But if you are a man, you can only imagine what an amorous woman enjoys when a strong, lusty man, almost beside himself with amorous desires, sends his hot, flaming instrument into her equally hot receptacle. My desires had become so strong that I really think I would have asked him point blank to share amorous pleasures with me, and candidly I don't think I came much short of doing so as it was. Do you, dear reader?
But while I have wandered from my subject a little, my bachelor friend was not idle, for he began to move that delightful pleasure-giving instrument of his in and out of my poor pussy, not stopping till after he had spent, inundating my womb with a flood of sperm. I felt elated and satisfied that I had succeeded in conquering the bachelor. He withdrew soon after spending, and we got off the bed. He could hardly look me in the face while we were dressing. I thought it strange that a man could be so timid. As soon as he had dressed himself he said goodbye. I went up to him, only partly dressed, and putting my arms about his neck, I gave him a kiss and told him he must come in again.
After he left I finished dressing, then attended to my housework which I had neglected. I made some pies and some cookies, and about half-past-ten I gathered up a pie and lots of cookies and started to take them to my neighbour just over the way. I had not put on my drawers, for I had not yet got all I wanted.
My bachelor friend met me at the door and we went in together. He followed me to the pantry when I put the pie and cookies in there and said he must give me a kiss for bringing the things. As he bent down to kiss me, he began to fumble about my bosom. I let him work a moment or two; then I took out two or three pins and my dress was all open. He put his hand in on my breast again.
“There, ain't that better?” I asked. I have a full well-developed bosom if I do say it, and he enjoyed feeling my breasts immensely. He tried to slide his hand down onto my belly. While I stood there, one of my hands accidentally came in contact with his champion. I began to unbutton his overalls, for he had no pants on, and soon I had the darling in my hand. I had never felt a larger or nicer one. It was stiff and swollen almost to bursting. His overalls dropped to the floor, and when his shirt was pulled up the whole of the beautiful instrument was presented to my sight. He allowed me to handle it and feast my eyes on it awhile before we went to the bed.
I placed myself on my back, expecting him to mount me at once, but he wished to examine the premises first. His fingering and manipulations soon got my desires almost past bearing. After satisfying his curiosity, he again presented himself for the fray and again I directed the weapon into the sheath nature intended for it. After burying its whole length in my body, he began to shove, but not so frantically as before, and at a suggestion from me he stopped occasionally, thus prolonging the pleasure.
I understood his timidity and embarrassment when he told me I was the first woman he had ever had intercourse with. I could hardly believe it at first, but he doubtless told the truth. I asked him, now that he had had a little taste of stolen sweets, if the reality equaled his expectations.
“It greatly exceeds them,” he said. “I now begin to realize what pleasures my bashfulness has caused me to lose.”
Once more I drew from him that delicious tribute which all men must pay who worship at the shrine of Venus. He did not withdraw immediately but when he did I got up and dropped my skirts, and when I had replaced the pins I was ready to return home.
“May I come to see you this afternoon?” he asked.
“You may come whenever you please,” I said, throwing my arms about his neck and kissing him.
He did not release me but kept our lips glued together some minutes. Then, backing me up against the bed, he laid me on my back and threw up my clothes. Quickly dropping his overalls, he got between my legs and sheathed his weapon again in my body. We again experienced the pleasures that are sweet beyond the power of
