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"I can feel your cunt with my prick, I am on it, let me do it," said I,

and struggled to force her limbs open with my knees.

"No," said she. Again I asked and got a request to get off. "Not if I

lay here all night," said I. I did lay for some minutes, she complaining

of my being heavy, and hot; I every minute trying to wriggle my prick

between her legs, coaxing and kissing, and begging. "What made you think

of coming here with both of us in bed?" said she at length. "Wanting

you." "It's funny," said she, "and Mrs. ------ downstairs." "You know,"

said I, "that unless you bawl she cannot hear." At length I told her

that if I did not do it inside, I must do it outside, and began shoving

my prick up and down, which made her restless. She asked me if I would

tell the cook. "No." Gradually her thighs opened, I slipped down between

them, and felt my prick at the portals of her cunt.

The rest was quick enough. I felt my way through a mass of hair to

a low-down slit, a hole which seemed tight, and as I guided my tool,

fancied for an instant I was again going to have a virgin. I was

mistaken, but the entry needed a hard, sharp, and painful push to me,

and a comparatively easy passage followed. No sooner did I feel up, than

all came to an end, spending copiously I sunk on her, long before the

strokes could have told on her sensations, for in a savage voice she

said, "Now, get off, I hope you are satisfied, and that beast Brown has

got me as she thinks. Now, I suppose you are going."

I rolled off, but let her know I meant to stay. There seemed something

odd about her which awakened my curiosity. The knob of my tool seemed

to catch as it came out and hurt me, so I began feeling, which I had not

done before, nor did she want much solicitation to feel me, and as she

did so, it struck me she was not unaccustomed to the feel; but her cunt

was a wonder, it was so small and tight on the outside. The feeling

had a good effect, and in half-an-hour I got up her again. And what a

difference! After a few thrusts she gripped me like a vice, she did not

heave, but writhed and wriggled in a way which in my young experience I

never had noticed before; she threw her long legs round me and with her

equally long arms tried to feel my balls from behind. Then a certain

feeling of constriction in her cunt seemed to hurt, but it brought me to

the crisis just as with a last wriggle and sigh her limbs relaxed, and

she became quiet. I laid for some time in her, but although gradually

reducing, my prick did not come out. I attempted to withdraw it, and

it seemed sore and as if something caught the knob and kept it back. At

length out it came, and we both fell asleep.

Some one pushed me. It was the cook. "Now young devilskin," said she,

"be off, or you will be found out." It was broad daylight. She pulled

the clothes off us. I was on my back with my privates visible. There lay

Harriet on her back also, with everything visible from her knees to her

breasts, and I saw for the first time her black cunt-fringe. The cook

grined and awakened her. Up she got, off I went to my room, and found my

prepuce torn at the top, raw and all but bleeding.

When I saw them the next day Harriet was savage, for the cook was

chaffing her. The next night I again turned the cook out and had

Harriet. On the third night the cook was restive. "You may do what you

like together, I shant take any notice of you," said she, "but I am not

going to be turned out of my own bed." When I began to fumble about

her, with the view-to annoy her into leaving, she struck out right at

my bal-locks saying, "If you annoy me, I will soon settle you for the

night," and it ended in Harriet coming into my bed-room.

I examined every part of her body much against her will, nor did she

fail when she warmed under my overhauling to look at me. But a woman is

soon satisfied, and when she has squeezed the balls, and looked at the

tip, she has done. Some men--and I am one--are insatiable and could

look at a cunt without taking their eyes off for a month. So I satisfied

myself well, and at times afterwards,--for she was a peculiar, and an

unpleasant woman in every way, one of the out-of-the-way ones not often

met with, and one I never want to meet again.

She was quite five feet ten high, her face was sallow and nearly white,

her eyes sloe black, but with the look of a dull serpent in them, her

mouth large, long, and straight, teeth white and large, and the whole

were shown when she laughed, and then she had half the look of a wild

beast. Whenever she smiled baudily, her look was still more unpleasant;

when thoroughly lewed, her eyes opened on you with a still worse stare;

often just before she spent I have seen them, and they startled me.

Her hair was jet black and magnificent, it fell nearly to her waist; her

shoulders were broad, but there was scarcely more breast than on a girl

of fourteen, and seen sideways she looked more like a man than a woman.

Her ribs you could count as she lay; she was very wide across her hips,

but she had almost as little flesh on her buttocks, as on her shoulders;

her belly was flat, and as she laid down seemed to fall in, and the

sides rose to the two projecting hip-bones; in fact she seemed to want

filling up all over, and yet she was not like a skeleton.

Her legs were thin, her thighs seemed closer than in other women's. I

used to say when fucking her, "Open your thighs." "They are open," she'd

reply, "they are the same as other women's." She had a huge conceit of

herself, and if I said other women's seem to open more, used to reply,

"What do you know about it?"

Her cunt was set in a quantity of longish black hair, strong but not

very curly. I didn't much like the look of that. The slit quite hidden

by the hair was long and the lips thin; of inner lips she had none, and

the first idea as I pulled aside the hair was that the cunt was large;

instead of that, low down, and near to her arse-hole was a hole not

bigger than that of a girl's of ten years; you saw both holes quite

close together. Her cunt was in fact a study. Something seemed to bar

the passage; for about an inch further up it seemed smaller. The whole

thing seemed out of proportion, yet I could not say how, or where that

deformity was, with the experience I then had.

Her arse being so flat, her cunt-hole so low, and her thighs so close,

my prick as it entered seemed to bend under in some way and hurt me; my

tight prepuce was often torn rudely down, and frequently bled. When I

probed her cunt with my finger it never seemed to have the soft buttery

feel I had been accustomed to, but to be harsh; so I found it best to

wet my prick copiously with spittle when I had her. Then off we used to

go; she raising her long legs until her heels were above my buttocks,

writhing and wriggling under me and finishing her pleasure with a sort

of snort. Then my prick would be up her until quite small, when with

pain at the knob, I pulled it out, making a sucking noise as it came

away; nor do I think till pulled out, that any spunk left her, such a

fit it was at the mouth.

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