Her passion, though I didn't really understand it, fired me. Blow after blow fell on her plump cheeks and her sighs came quicker and quicker. Her bottom heaved and opened and contracted, her legs parted and I could see the lips of her pussy eager for satisfaction. Desire now took full possession of me and I smacked her as hard as I could, seizing every opportunity of making my hand reach the more hidden and secret retreats. It was a strange and maddening delight to me. After two or three blows on her firm bottom I felt my fingers strike the softer lips of her pussy. This seemed to madden her as much as it did me. She muttered inarticulate cries, and at last after several blows, she sank down heavily on my knees, imprisoning my hand between her thighs. I felt her pussy throb and a warm flood spread over my hand.
'You darling,' she murmured, 'take me, I am yours utterly.'
-- from Sadopaideia: An Oxford Graduate's Erotic Adventures from Masochism to Sadism
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