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 with joy, her nerves fell flaccid and she fainted away with exhaustion.

But the interior of the den of delight was now demanding its share of satisfaction; it seemed like a mouth parched with feverish thirst and craving for a drop of water to wet its withering palate.

He therefore got up and taking her a-straddle on his knees, thrust his rod—now stiff and standing up like a huge mushroom growing out of a clump of grass—into her cleft. He was about to slide it in with care but she—unable to contain herself any longer—came down plump and received the greater part of it in her.

Two reasons, however, brought them for a trice to a perfect stand-still. The first was that having hardly recovered from the wound she had received the evening before she felt a sharp pain in being thus torn open again. As for the young man—having had until now but very few women, and all those being mature matrons with coyntes like old worn-out slippers—his glans was hardly unhooded, so that, as she came down violently on him,