We went into the back room, listened and heard no sound. I began feeling her privates. She opened her thighs, I found she'd a heavy arse and thickly haired cunt. — I pulled up her clothes and looked at her massive thighs, to which she rather objected, but I held up her petticoats, pushing her back against a wall, and so for a minute or two I felt and looked at her hairy crack, or rather its beginning, for more was not very visible as she stood.
My pego was standing and I felt awfully lewed on her, yet prudence restrained me. — Who is she, is she wholesome? and such thoughts passed through me whilst I stood reflecting and silent. — Said she, “Make haste, I must go before twelve o'clock — mustn't keep my man waiting.” — At that I ceased looking at her thighs and dark haired mount, and laying hold of her round her waist began with the other hand twiddling a fullish clitoris, till she jerked her belly forward a bit. — “Make haste and do it, ain't yer stiff?” — Annoyed at the doubt I told her to see, and unbuttoning my trowsers a bit, let my stiff stander be visible. She laid hold of it at once without my invitation, giving a sort of suppressed “Whew” or whistle and laughing quietly said, “Put it in, be quick.” — The handling of my tool gratified me, altho her hand was cold and roughish, and again I pulled up her petticoats, she now helping them up with her unemployed hand, and began again feeling her cunt all about; and so on for a minute, she gently handling my prick, till with a wriggle and a jerk of her belly — that undefinable motion which a woman gives when she's randy, and a man's fingers are on her cunt — she pulled my cock towards her, saying hurriedly, “Now make haste, I must go soon, someone may come, there's carpenters here — don't you see? — Put it in.” — She was in greater want of fucking than I was.
Wanting her badly yet fear on me still, “Frig me whilst I feel your cunt.” — “I won't, you beast” said she relinquishing my tool. “Do it properly, or not at all,” and her petticoats dropped.
I snatched them up again. She aided me opening her thighs for my reception. I was just putting my rod into her, when I fancied that the lips I was opening with my left hand felt unusually wet. — Again fear seized me. — “You're a fine woman and have a nice cunt, but I have had all I want.” — Letting go my prick, my coat fell over it and partly it went into my trowsers. I took out half a sovereign from my purse and gave it her. She slipped it into her pocket without thanks, but stood just where she was, eyeing me. — “Why don't yer do it, what are yer feared on?” — said she. “I'm tired.” — “Yer hain't, it hain't that tired be blowed, what are you feared on? — Do it quick — come on — put it up,” and she hitched her clothed up again.
She's got the money and wants fucking, thought I, and my timidity went off. But tho wanting her more than ever I still hesitated, and began to button up my trowsers. She, thinking I was preparing for her bum basting, had planted her back again against the wall, and lifting her clothes up said “Make haste.” — “I can't do it there, I don't want it, I only wanted to feel your cunt.” — “Do it here, then” said she. In the room was a long workman's bench — some shavings on it. —With a hitch up she sat on it at its end. “You can't lay there.” — “Yes, I can” — and back she laid, her legs hanging down over the edge. Excited now beyond all thought of consequences I threw up her clothes, she opened her thighs, for a second I looked at her sex, saw full lips, the red stripe, and thick dark hair on her motte, got out my pego, and then again hesitated. I was in one of those nervous moods which I had some-times on unsual occasions.
Seeing that she sat up and caught hold of my prick. — “Come on, what are you afeared for.” — “You've got the money” I began. “Yes and I've got your cock” (with a laugh). “Do you want to be poked?” — “Yes, be quick.” — “Your husband will do it.” — “Right you are, but be quick.” — She was too much for me and I put my prick into her. — She felt the stretch and friction — soon, “aha — Hoh — Harr” she sighed, her cunt clipped tight and she spent. — I was not so quick, and her cunt loosened directly — some women's do — but at length I spent with much delight. She did not uncunt me, and we stood copulated looking at each other. “You'd best go before the men's dinner time,” at length she said. — Out I pulled it, she stood up and laughed. “You're a blooming old swell, why did you say you could not do it, I knowed yer could.”
