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I had much opportunity with her for a few weeks, and she took good care

that she would have her fill of me. She took sleeping with me as a mater

of course. I used to awaken and find her twiddling it up. If I went up

to my room in the middle of the day and Mrs. ------ was out, she came up

directly, and I had her, for I felt ashamed to say I did not want it. I

am not sure, and at that time did not know much about the thing, and how

little a woman really lascivious will stop at, but believe that in the

night when I was asleep, she used to suck me up; for I have awakened and

found her with her face upon my doodle kissing it. She asked me to kiss

her black pussy, and now think she must have wanted me to lick it, but

did not then see what she wanted. There was one thing I did with her

which I had not done before, and which the flatness of her backside

favored doing, fuck her from behind, both laying on our sides, and it

became my favorite way. I used to go to sleep after my spend with my

prick up her in that fashion; she with her long arm put between her

thighs clutching by balls.

I was constantly at her, and more by her randiness than mine. The cook

used to grin and say, "Well young devilskin, you seem jolly well knocked

up," and made Harriet savage by saying, "Have a little mercy on him."

The cook now took no notice of me, she was a coarse beast, would go to

the servants' closet leaving the door wide open, and begin to talk with

me as I passed; Harriet called her a beast one day for doing so.

I found that the cook after going to her room used to go down again.

Harriet would let her out and she stayed out all night, Harriet letting

her in in the morning. One night Harriet did the same, saying her mother

was ill. I spoke to the cook about it; she said, "Her mother! pugh--she

goes to see the baker." I began to feel very uncomfortable about these

tricks in case it came to my mother's ears, and that I knew of them.

The cook asked me to look carefully at Harriet's belly, and explained

to me that I should find certain marks of her having had a child, and to

tell her (cook) if I did. I could not find them. "I am sure she has had

one for all that," said cook. I never told Harriet what I had looked

for. The cook one day said, "If you tell Harriet what we have done

together I will split on you both and tell your mother. I don't care a

dam for the place and am tired of service," so I held my tongue. Harriet

always declared she was a virgin until she had me, and that the cook had

had two or three children. I did not tell Brown that, for fear of a row

between them. Another night that Harriet stopped out, the cook said,

"You may come to me if you are frightened to sleep alone." I went. She

undressed, pissed and farted; but seeing her fat form, into the bed I

got. When I was stiff she said if I would tell all about my doings with

Harriet I might poke her as I liked. I told her most that she asked me;

but she threw my prick out just as I spent for all that.

Things were now uncomfortable, they quarreled so. One night I asked

Harriet who was frigging me up, whether the baker did not do it enough

to her. She dropped my tool, rushed across to the cook, said that she

had been telling about her, and made such a row, that even my deaf

relative was awakened, and came out of her bed-room asking from below if

anything was the matter. I was on the landing when I saw the light and

hopped across to my own room in a fright. Up came the old lady, the

cook came out and said, "Harriet is very unwell Maam, can you give her a

little brandy?" I had no fuck that night. The next night she began about

the baker. I would answer nothing. She said, "If I have had him it's my

affair; at all events it's an insult to a woman whom you never gave the

slightest present to yet."

I was struck with that. My allowance was due, and I took her home some

article of jewelry. She made me for the ensuing week fuck her till I

was as dry as a bone, and my very arse-hole ached the last time I did

it,--it was the day before my mother returned. She sat on the side of

my bed and frigged me for a quarter of an hour before she got it stiff,

saying that I did not seem to like her as I used to.

My mother and sister came back. I never got a poke for a fortnight. When

mother returned nothing would get it out of her head, that I had not

been out late of night; it never _could_ be got out of her head that it

was late at night that did the harm. Not being able to get Harriet now,

I waited for her one night as she went to the library. As I got near a

wall by our house, I saw a man and a woman standing close up against it

together; the man went away directly I approached, and I saw Harriet.

"There was a man with you?" said I. "Yes," said she, "it was the baker,

whom you have heard such stories about, I am going to marry him." I

pulled up her clothes, and to my surprise she resisted, for the first

time saying, "I want to piddle," which she did, and then I had her. Her

height made an uprighter easy, her quim did not seem to need so much

wetting as usual.

A day or two after this event I came home, my deaf relative opened the

door. Finding that she was laying the cloth, I asked, "Where is the

servant?" My mother said, she had turned both the hussies away, and

the people who gave their characters ought to be prosecuted. With heart

beating I asked what was the matter. "It's not needful for you to

know," she replied, "they are a bad couple." I saw at once I was not

implicated, so asked no more, nor did I ever see them again; though

about ten years after, I met in the streets a tall gaunt haggard woman

who stared at me, and I think it was Harriet.

For some years this episode seemed a funny one, especially the cook's

uncunting me just as I began to spend, but of course I know now why she

did it, or fancy I do.

Her inciting me to get Harriet also astonished me, but I have since

found girls anxious to get others into the same way as themselves. Many

I am sure like doing that, and all girls who have been fucked illicitly

like other girls to do the same.

Harriet was a lewed bitch. I never liked her, and her cunt always gave

me pain as well as pleasure, but she was at hand, and so I got into her

of course. I can't even now make out what was the matter with her cunt;

for though she would let me look at it at times, she always hindered

a quiet inspection, besides I could not at that time of life look at

a cunt for a minute without my cock standing. Then I rushed it up the

machine and had done for a time. I had seen one virginity, but that was

but for a minute, for I pricked it directly. All I recollect afterwards

was that it did not look as open as other cunts, I could not describe

I did not care about virginities and never thought about them. I

liked best a good, large, fat-lipped, hairy hole into which my prick

glided easily. When Harriet said I took her virginity, somehow I felt

sure she was lying, but had it been true I should not have noticed it,

as far as my pleasure was concerned.

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