The constriction of her cunt, the delight of feeling her pleasure increased my stiffness. “Let me wash, — do.” “You won't come on the bed again.” “Yes I will, but let me wash.” I clutched her like a vise. “NO I'm coming, — you'll spend again.” My prick stiffer and stiffer drove with fury up against her womb. “Oh ! don't push so hard.” “Fuck my darling, — there, — the tip's only in, — it's in your spunk, and mine together.” “Oh ! you hurt.” On I drove. Her backside's play began, her lips were glued to mine, our tongues played against each other, and we spent together with ejaculations. “Oh I—don't, you hurt, — oh ! oh !—I'm coming.” Then we lay palpitating, my prick throbbing and soaking, her cunt squeezing and sucking.
“Let me get up, — let me wash, — pray do.” I laid on her heavy, nestled my balls up to her arse, held her as long as I could; but uncunting me she got off the bed, and washed her cunt. I still lay playing with my prick. “You'll have a child this day nine months my dear.” “Oh ! my God don't say so, — but I believe I shall.” “You are all right, I don't get them you know.” “Have you never had any children !” “None at home.” “Oh ! that's nothing, — have you any out, for you are a gay man?”
I got up to piss, and saw my thick sperm in the basin. “You've washed it all out my dear, — you are safe.” She shook her head. “This is a strange business”, she remarked, 'I scarce know where I am, — what I'm about, — it's impossible”, — and she stood staring at me playing with my cock. Then she went to the drawer and looked at the money, as if she doubted its being there. “It's a fact”, she said locking it up again, “are you not going down ?” “No.” “I wish you would, — I want to be by myself.” “You want to piddle.” “You are a strange man”, and taking the pot she pissed. “You'd better empty all”, said I, “if your sister Jenny comes back and sees it, she will think your husband's been doing it to you.” “She won't think or know anything if she does see”, said Mrs “Well I declare I'm a talking to you just like my husband, — I don't seem to know whether I am on my head or my heels.”
“Church must be over, — Jenny has not come back.” “She won't be back till nine o'clock, she is out with her young man.” “Oh ! not at church?” “No I told you so because Mrs. W.... told her not to go out on Sunday;—but you won't tell ?” “Of course not my dear, I dare say Jenny and her young man have done what we have been doing.” “Lord sir, he is a most respectable young man, and far above her, — they are going to be married, — she is lucky, luckier than I am, —she'd knock his head off if he laid hand upon her improperly, — that she would, she! Lor bless you”, — and Mrs laughted with incredulity. I laughed also. “All! she looks a quiet young woman.” “So she is, and so is he, — his family is well off”, — and then she told me all that Jenny had told me.
“I wish you would let me make the bed.” “I'm going to have you again.” “Oh! likely.” “I am.” “No you're not, — please go.” “No.” “Then I shall go downstairs,” “Go my dear.” She took me at my word, her manner had quite changed, she had been laughing and chaffing, she had blushed, looked at me with fun and lust in her eyes, and at last with full open eyes one moment, followed by the half-closed eye and languishing manner of a randy woman. Now she was quiet, almost sullen, and if she looked at me her eyes fell directly, the randiness had been taken out of her. “I must rouse it up well if I am to have her again”, said I, to myself as I lay thinking about her, and the delicious sight I had seen in that room, the sight I never dare disclose to her, — but how I longed to tell her.
Up she came looking glum. “Are you not going?” “No.” “Let me make the bed then.” “Not until I have had you again.” “Then it will go unmade.” “That won't matter to me.” But it will to me, — what will my sister say if she sees the bed's been laid upon like that?” “Perhaps she will think a man has been with you.” “Well you take it mighty cool, — I do hope you're going.” “Not till I've had you.” “Now you are a talking nonsense, — you know you can't do it”, said she with an incredulous look and the tone of a woman who knew what a prick could do and what not. “Look at this”, I uncovered my prick which was nearly at a full-stand. She smiled when she saw it. “Nonsense I am ashamed.” “My dear I'm proud, and not ashamed, —come.” “I shan't.” Then here I'll lay”,-and I fell back, and pulled balls and cod well out of my trowsers.
I had always a lust stirring tongue, fifty women have told me so. “You'd talk any women randy”, said a gay woman once to me. Brighton Bessie said, that in five minutes I could talk her into a lewd state. Others have given me similar compliments. I was not specially conscious of that power that I recollect, but instinctively used it when I had got over fits of modesty, which sometimes prevented my uttering even veiled allusions for a time.
