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Ah! what a painful twist she gave, as the dildoe thrust against the virgin barrier of her unbroken hymen, but she neither flinched nor permitted herself to waver again.

Flora's fingers were busy tickling the bride's clitoris, so as to excite all the ardour of an unusually warm nature, whilst in the hope of making Maud equally wild and lascivious, she put two fingers of her left hand behind her bottom, under the stomacher of the dildoe till they could frig her friend's cunt, which she found still reeking from the excessive overflow she had lately poured down under Flora's vigorous application of the artificial penis.

Thus stimulated and encouraged by the pluck shown by Laura, she pushed on as furiously as a real man would have done, a thrill of desire shooting through her veins, with greater intensity as she went on, especially when Flora shifting the fingers of her left hand, managed to get one into bottom as well as cunt, and almost drove her out of her mind, by the extraordinary excitement of their frigging both places at once. The dildoe was half in, and another powerful shove drove it home to the hilt.

" Now rest a moment, dears," said Flora, " and pleasure will soon succeed to pain. Laura, don't you feel gorged with that manly thing now so well home in you, begin again gently at first."

This advice was acted upon, Maud moved very softly at first, till Laura beginning to get the sensation, exclaimed, as she began to wriggle and squirm about with pleasure, " Oh now, give it me love, quicker my darling, send it right up at every shove. Oh-ah-oh! oh! I shall melt, I'm coming my sweet. Ah, you dear. I die."

Flora was looking under Maud's bottom, and watching every stroke of the dildoe, as well as the working of her fingers frigging her friend, she could see the red tinted mixture of love juice and blood, as it oozed from the tight golden haired quim of Laura, and felt also the spendings of Maud as she came at the same time.

Both were exhausted, and lay in each other's arms in a listless kind of extasy, which so excited Flora, that withdrawing her fingers, she began smartly slapping Maud's bottom to start her again, exclaiming, u Wake up, go on again, you haven't half given a taste of love yet to my dear Laura! "

Then getting up on the bed behind her friend she brought her own cunt against Maud's bottom, and clasping her round the waist frigged herself till she spent all over her friend's bottom, and fairly set them going again in a regular tussle of love.

After this the dildoe was dispensed with, and the three girls indulged in a wild orgie of lust, alternately frigging, and sucking each other's most sensitive parts, neither one would be outdone by the other, till nature was fairly exhausted, and they all of them fell into a delicious slumber, to dream over again, and experience all the delights which the darling dildoe had procured them during that eventful evening. Perhaps in a future work Flora McPherson and her friends, Maud and Laura, will again appear before our readers, as they peruse the Vassar Vocabulary, and relate their further adventures.

FINIS.

A PHANTOM FUCK!
CANTO I.
One night whilst lying on my bed, Dreaming that love and I were wed, I heard a voice that gently said, "Do it!" Entranced, I scarcely moved or stirred, I doubted if aright I'd heard, But still again the whisper'd word, "Do it! " Clasping with rapture as they rose, Her breasts as white as arctic snows, She said, " Now love, whilst no one knows, And I unloose my under clothes, Do it!" 'T was but a dream, amazing sweet, For waking up mid'st sweat and heat, I found I had upon the sheet" Done it! "
CANTO II.
I scarce had gone to sleep once more, When accents I had heard before, Stole like a trance my senses o'er, "Do it again! " My frame was in a perfect flutter, A single word I could not utter, But still the same sweet voice did mutter, " Do it again! " My heart did wildly palpitate, I never felt in such a state, She said, "Come darling, do not wait, Look at the time, its getting late, Do it again! " I then commenced, and raised her shirt, She woke me, crying, " Love, you hurt, " And found I had upon my shirt "Done it again! "