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All this took place in about six weeks. "Hush!" said she one night,

"some one is listening." I could hear nothing, but she whispered, "Go up

to the garden." I did. It was dusk, and I thought I saw a figure enter

the garden parlour, just as I got up the garden stairs. All were out

but me and the two servants. Cook at the same time went up the

kitchen-stairs, calling out loudly, "Harriet, is Master at home, do you

know?"

A few days afterwards when at our fun, we stood in the door jamb;

Harriet was at the top of the house. Said cook, "If I push you hard by

the shoulders, go out into the garden at once, without saying a word."

It was nearly dark. The kitchen garden-door was shut, but she opened it

wide, before we went to work. I had my prick against her cunt, when a

push came; off I went buttoning up, and after a time across the garden,

into the parlor. Afterwards Harriet brought up lights, her eyes cast

down as usual. The next day the cook whispered to me, "It was that bitch

Harriet watching, I found her coming downstairs with her shoes off,

saying she wanted a candle;--but I will be even with her."

I never had the cook but once after that. She would not let me. The two

servants quarrelled so, that my mother threatened to dismiss both. When

I tried it on with Brown, she said, "Why don't you ask Harriet, you

young devilskin?" I told her there was no chance. She said she was quite

sure that I should not be the first. Another day she repeated it saying,

"I bet she will let you, the baker has had her I believe." Then she put

me up to watching the baker with Harriet. The man came in the afternoon.

Just when I returned one afternoon, I posted myself at the garden

entrance-gate from the fore-court, from which door ajar, I could see the

street-door. The baker after giving her a kiss, made a poke at her quim

outside her clothes, which she returned by knocking a loaf against his

trowsers just by his tool, and laughing. This I told the cook, who said,

"She will let you, if you try, young devilskin, she has seen you and

your cods naked." "Seen me naked?" "Both of us have," and then she told

me how.

Opposite my bed-room door at the end of the room, was a cheval-glass,

between it and the door was my sponging bath, then a big tub. Any one

looking through the key-hole could see me naked, when I was in it.

I took the bath directly I was up, which was at about the time the

servants went down. Many a time have I looked at myself naked in the

glass, making my prick stand, to see how I looked in that condition.

Both servants had seen me so. They had sometimes arranged the key so as

to leave the hole clear. Never had it occurred to me that I should be

so looked at, although I had often looked through a key-hole myself,

at women. The cook made this clear to me, by standing in the tub and

requesting me to look at her through the keyhole.

We arranged that I should bathe the next morning and suddenly open the

door. "Pull your cods about well, and I warrant Harriet will look as

long as she can," she said. I did so, heard the servants door carefully

open, and then frigged my cock, till it was as stiff as a poker.

Stepping out of the bath with a towel, as if to dry myself, I opened the

door suddenly, and found Harriet just rising from a stooping position.

She rushed downstairs but quietly for fear of awaking my mother. For all

that I could not make up my mind to try Harriet, but tried to get Brown

again. "No thank you, young devilskin," said she "not with that bitch of

Harriet about."

Then I had a strange erotic fancy. Randy with abstinence and fearful of

Harriet, I took to frigging and spending against a piece of paper pinned

against the wall of my room, opposite to the glass, and when standing in

the tub.

Autumn was coming. As I could not then get leave of absence, my mother

with my sister from school, and little brother, went without me on a

visit to my aunt in H--f--shire, leaving an old female relative who was

very deaf, to take charge in her absence. Cautioning her especially to

make me comfortable, and look sharp after the servants, she said that

she could not bear them and would perhaps dismiss them on her return;

for she had heard them using foul language to each other. I heard this.

Cook gave me unasked her opinion, that Harriet would let me sleep with

her. Instigated by her, I asked Harriet how I looked naked. She did not

reply, and went downstairs. I overheard them quarrelling. Afterwards I

asked her before the cook. She did not know what I meant, she said.

I then asked the cook if she had not been looking at me through the

key-hole. Cook laughed saying, "He caught you, Harriet once, he caught

you." "You are a liar," said Harriet. "Oh! if it comes to that," said

cook, "we have both seen you naked a dozen times." There was a row

interrupted by my deaf relative coming home. The same afternoon cook

whispered to me, "Come to our room when we are both in bed."

That night with candle in my hand and in my nightshirt I crept

stealthily into their room; both were awake, Harriet sat up in bed

staring at me. When I entered cook asked me what I wanted. I replied,

"To see as much of them as they had seen of me," and pulled up my

night-gown to my waist. Cook laughed, Harriet said, "Now leave the

room." "If you are a fool and make a row," said cook, "we shall be both

sent off." Just then we did hear some sort of noise, cook sat up and

listened. "It is nothing," said she, and with a grin laid down. I drew

off my night-shirt, standing then naked, and Harriet laying down with a

modest look; I felt encouraged, extinguished the light, and jumped into

bed by the side of Harriet. The bed was so small I was obliged to hold

on to her, to prevent myself falling out. She turned round her bum

towards me and got close to the cook, which gave me more room; and for a

minute we all three lay as close as three herrings in a barrel.

Darkness encourages baudiness. Harriet had tucked her clothes tight

round her, but I could feel her bum outside, and there did not seem much

of it. I tried to push my fingers between its cheeks, and there was

much struggling and quiet complaining on her part, and joking on mine.

Harriet appealed to the cook to help her, but she only chaffed and

chuckled. At length putting my hand towards the bottom of the bed, I got

hold of her night-gown end, gave it a pull, and it came clean up, the

next moment my naked body met hers from her heels to her waist. She gave

a howl, cook said, "I'll go into young devilskin's room, and leave you

to take care of him," got up and went across to my room, and into my

bed; and there was Harriet and I in bed alone.

She seemed furious, I felt her over, she was powerless, I dared her

to call out, and at last in one of her writhings to escape my fingers,

getting on her back; I rolled on to her and pinned her under me with my

weight; but her legs were tightly closed, and so for a moment I laid

my stiff prick between the shelving of her thighs, the tip just laying

buried in the hair of her cunt.