“Shall I take my frock off?” said she in a timid way, so soon as the door was closed and gas lighted. — “All off, my dear.” — “What, naked? — Oh no — I can't.” “Then I'll go.” — “Oh don't you're the first gentleman I've seen, I only came here this afternoon — that's my box, I've only put some of my things out — look.” — She opened the box and a drawer to show me — I thought immediately of a foul-tongued Irish woman whom I had a few years ago, who had just arrived. — But what a difference! This girl was genteel, charming — yet she might be a trickster. — “Take them off to your chemise then,” said I, taking off hat and coat and sitting down after I'd kissed her — for she was pretty. — Very deliberately she did, looking at me all the time, never indeed taking her eyes off me. — Neither of us spoke till she was in chemise. — Then — “I wish you'd be a friend to me” — she said. I laughed, the remark was made so naively, and pulled her on to my knee, placed my fingers between the lips of a fat lipped little quim, and titillated the button. She was unresisting, but not a bit like a whore in manner, till with a pleasure-wriggle of her bum — what delicious wriggles women give when sexual pleasure begins — she closed her thighs, pushed my hand away and said, “Aha — don't — I want it enough without that.”
Desire rose, voluptuous sensations crept thro my prick — I'd only intended to see and feel her cunt and leave, but her simple, natural manner pleased and roused me. — “Do you want a fuck?” — she laughed — “I do really.” — “I'm not going to poke.” — “Oh do.” — “No, let me see your belly and cunt, there's the money.” — Rising I put it on the table. — “Oh do have me.” — “Take off your chemise then.” — “There” — and she stood naked. — “I can't.” — “Why?” — “I'm married.” — “Oh you ain't — ain't I nice— oh do.” — “Lay back then.” — She slowly reclined on the bed, I lifted her chemise. Beautifully formed, white and plump was she, and my prick stiffened as I saw the puffy motte and delicate notch, with a slight nut-brown thicket about it.
Ah traitorous virility — my sperm was meant for another's cunt that night. Veni, vidi, but not vici — for her cunt conquered. What is it that after having fucked a thousand cunts, another cunt because unknown, un-tasted, fresh to me is irresistible? Should destroy re-solve, frustrate determination, make me weakly yield to its charm, desire to leave my semen in it, tho certain as I look at and feel it, that it will give me no more de-light by friction, grip and suction, than hundreds of the others which my prick has tasted? — Verily cunt is Queen-King, Emperor and Pope — Commander in Chief — an army in itself — a necromancer, wizard — a saint of marvellous power. — All these in one, potential, supreme. Who can withstand it, who not yield to it?
Quickly after I'd parted the slightly pouting lips, and saw the soft shine on the crimson surface of the oval gap between her white thighs, I threw off my clothes, saying, — “Lay still love,” and gazing at the shrine whilst I divested myself, then lifted my shirt, and shewing the ruby tipped standard, — “Feel it,” I said. — Quickly she rose and grasped it. — “Oh — ohoo. I'm glad you like me,” said she innocently. “Shall I get on the bed?” — On it she got, then throwing off my shirt I laid beside her, felt her smooth flesh all over, fingered her privates from bumhole to clitoris, frigged till she murmured, “Oh — do it — do” — then fucked her. Fucked too quickly, — for my balls were full that night — in her delicious lubricious avenue — flooded the tight little cunt too rapidly alas. — But she spent with me, and as I afterwards lay up her, — “You haven't been fucked for some time.” — “Five weeks last Sun-day, don't pull it out” and she clasped me tight — “You'll get with child.” — “I don't care now.” — “Are you quite well there” — feeling round my prick. — “Quite, why it's my first night.”
The carnal junction of man and woman alas cannot last long, tho I'll swear that with some I've kept my prick in them for twenty minutes after our pleasure ceased. I uncunted, we washed, put on shirt and chemise, then sitting her naked bum upon my knees, and twiddling her freshened notch, we talked.
