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 By my direction, however, the head of his unwieldy machine was so critically pointed, that feeling him fore-right against the tender opening, a favourable motion from me, met his timely thrust, by which the lips of it, strenuously dilated, gave way to his thus assisted impetuosity, so that we might both feel that he had gain'd a lodgement: persuing then his point, he soon, by violent, and to me most painful piercing thrusts, wedges himself at least so far in, as to be now tolerably secure of his entrance: here he stuck; and I now felt such a mixture of pleasure and pain, as there is no giving a definition of: I dreaded alike his splitting me farther up, or his with-drawing: I could not bear either to keep, or part with him: the sense of pain, however, prevailing, from his prodigious size and stiffness, acting upon me in those continu'd rapid thrusts with which he furiously persu'd his penetration, made me cry out gently: "oh, my dear, you hurt me!" This was enough to check the tender respectful boy,