She had not taken any care to arrange her dress, it had dragged up behind her bum, and the petticoats were up to her knees, the leg which had lost its garter was half naked. Taking her round the waist I put my hand on to her cunt, and titillated the clitoris. She let me go on, and continued feeling about her hair. Then looking me full in the face, looking as if she were ready to spend, she pushed me away. “Don't, — don't, —I don't like it done that way.” “You can do it that way yourself, can't you ?” “Of course I can.” “I shall soon fuck again.” “Oh! I dare say”, and she walked to the looking-glass, then went to the window, and looked out into the garden without paying any heed to my exciting remarks. I sat on the sofa feeling my cock, and trying to stiffen it, but it was useless; so I tried to interest he: in something else, feeling annoyed, though I had nothing to be ashamed of.
“Why don't you take the money?” said I. “You really mean it?” “Of course.” She took is up. “It's a real God-send, — it comes just in time, — who'd have thought it?” said she as if to herself. “I must put it where it can't be found, and take it home to-morrow.” She went to the door. “Aren't you going?” “No I'm going to do it again soon.” “But you're not.” “But I am.” Without reply she went upstairs. I had meant to have ready a stiff-stander, when she came back, but changed my mind, and followed her. She was nearly at the top when hearing me she waited, and said, “What do you want?”
“I'm coming to see what you do.” “You won't.” “I will.” “I'll come down and wait till you are gone.” “I'll stop till your sister comes home.” “Do go down sir”, said she in a coaxing tone. “No.” She sat down on the top-stairs, I did the same a few stairs below her. Her knees were wide apart, my mind went to the afternoon when I had seen her naked. That glorious two hours. I stared in a voluptuous reverie, her cunt was as visible to me through her clothes, as if she were naked, and my cock began to swell. I stared on with-out uttering a word.
“What are you staring at?” said she at last, “go down, and I'll be down in a minute.” “I'm looking at your cunt, it's open slightly, I can see my spunk in it.” “Oh!” said she jumping up, “I never heard such a man in my life.” (She had the gold still in her hand.) “You have upset me so, I don't know what I am about.” She then turned her bum round towards me, and I put my hand quickly up her clothes, as she went up the stairs. “Oh! you frighten me so I don't know what I'm doing.” I followed her into the room, and she locked up the money in a bag that was in a drawer. Turning round she saw my prick out, and as stiff as ever. It was the recollection of what had taken place in that room on the Saturday week previous, which had rendered me capable again. I closed on her, kissing and inciting her, pulled her to the bed, and began feeling her. “I don't like that done, you know you can't, — leave me alone, — go down, — oh ! don't.”
I coaxed her for a second. She got on to the bed, and opened her thighs wide like a well-trained fuckster to help me, I inserted my penis, and she met me with passion. I was not so rapid, the want of a spend was not now overpowering my senses; whilst she had had two hours baudy talk, been fucked, but cheated of her pleasure, and been left at the critical moment, unsatisfied, with my spunk in her. She was dying for a spend, wanting it like a woman who has been for a week unsatisfied. Her cunt was hungry for prick, throbbing and tightening to pour out it's amatory juices, her backside's movements became quick and fierce. “Oh! it's big”, she gasped whilst I was still sensible, “oh !- I'm—com—coming”, — and gluing her mouth to mine she spent copiously ere I'd well nigh began to feel the full urging of lust.
