'Why yes, I believe that-well, yes, but not too often. It is too much!'
During this conversation we had remained with my lover's pin thrust into my dainty hole, I felt it become small, he tried to withdraw it but I tightened my buttocks to such a point that I held him willy nilly to his post.
'You wished to go in-now you will stay in.'
I had counted on his virility and whilst waiting for his revival, I excited him, using all the words he had taught me.
'What does you call this manner of fuck… poking?' I asked him, 'you know my poor cunt has received nothing?'
'Ah,' he interrupted, 'I feel my cock coming to life again shall I again feast on your backside?'
'Yes, dearest, I feel I have a taste for it-and I still want semen.'
And with this smuttiness, I clenched my buttocks gradually so as to give him liberty of action. I commenced to feel afresh the forerunners of the double enjoyment which I had already experienced but my lover did not seem to be ready, he seemed to me to be feeble, so we replaced ourselves in our former position, and I said:
'Now, my darling, don't you move just let me do everything.'
So I began to move my arse backward and forward, while my lover, on his knees, was motionless, passionately contemplating this libidinous spectacle. He saw, so he told me afterwards, his arrow as if in a sheath, appear and then disappear completely in its quiver.
After some moments of this delicious manoeuvre, my lover regained his strength and I felt the growing thickness of his member and inarticulate words came from his mouth. I warned him that I was once more ready to come and at the same moment a fresh jet of semen erupted and made us both nearly swoon with joy.
My well beloved Formatey had been in the right-I did take pleasure in it! How many times since, while bending over me, has he said: 'Watch out here it comes!'
