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"I won't let you come in here." "Hush! mother will hear you," said I.

Her voice dropped to a whining, "Pray go, I shall loose my character,

if any one supposes anything of this; it's very hard on me." Such was my

state, that I believe if my mother had come in just then, I should have

tried Susan. My reply was to strip my night-gown right off and stand

naked; then I caught her in my arms and forced her into a sitting

posture on the bed-side, sitting myself down beside her. "Let me

do it,--let us fuck, I have felt your cunt,--seen it;--look at my

prick,--let me put it in,--let me do it,--you did nearly once,--let me

now." "For God's sake go." "I won't." "Oh! don't,--oh I go,--if Misses

should hear us, what will become of me." "Don't make a noise then, or

she will." "Well go, there is a dear,--not now,--perhaps some other day

I will." She was defenceless, I hitched up her nightgown, saw a pair of

nice white thighs. "You shant,--you shant," she cried in a louder tone,

pushing down her night-gown. I gave it a violent tug, and pulled it up

to her belly, saw thighs, navel, and dark brown hair between her thighs,

that I had looked at in glimpses through the key-hole. There was my

thigh close to hers, my stiff prick within a few inches of her cunt;

considering all she had gone through that day with me, it was a position

which would have upset the frigidity of an angel, had she not frigged

away some of her passion in the interim.

But her passions were conquering on my behalf, for she was a woman who

had known love's pleasures; her voice was quiet as she said, "Oh! pray

don't, oh I pray now." I pulled her back and slid my naked limbs between

her thighs, then in a moment I was on her, but in an uncomfortable

position; two of our legs on the bed, two off, my belly touched hers and

pressed her down; with my right hand I guided my prick to her slit. Her

hour had come, "Oh! for God's sake, leave me, I will let you another

day,--I will,--not now,--oh! if you knew!--oh! now!--oh!..."

It was all but over, my fingers were feeling their way, my prick between

them, every motion she made to help herself, helped me; I held her down

with force until I felt my penis was on the notch, but as it touched the

slippery sides of the red orifice, the first pang of pleasure came and

my sperm spat on to it. With a furious thrust I plunged up her and threw

my whole body over her, grasping her bum, quivering, wriggling, and

pushing. The deed was done, she knew it, and was as quiet as the grave.

The position was painful to both of us, I felt it in both my legs; she

moved uneasily saying, "I hope you will go." I had no such intention,

kept her down, and my prick in her as long as I could; then got up

quickly, hoping to see her spunk-trap whilst her thighs were open. A

woman seems always up to this, how quickly they shut them. She did, but

the light though feeble was close by, and I saw sperm outside; then she

sat at the side of the bed with her limbs uncovered, I stood naked with

doodle wet, flabby and shrunken, not a pretty picture at all. She begged

me to go, was tranquil, sat twisting up her hair, scarcely made attempt

to hide her limbs, all her anxiety was about her mistress finding me

in her room; but after a few minutes altercation, I was in bed with her

cuddling, and promising to leave directly I had fucked again.

I got into bed without my night-gown, hers was rolled up so that she

was all but naked, our naked bodies touched at all points, my hands were

free to rove everywhere. How she must have wanted it, only a woman with

twelve months abstinence from cock can tell; and when after feeling her

cunt well, and putting her unresisting hands round my pego, I pushed her

on to her back; there was no difficulty about her thighs, they opened at

once as I turned on to her, her frame thrilled, her tongue sought mine,

her hand clutched my naked back; she spent I verily believe before I

had began, and finished again with me a few minutes afterwards. About

day-break neither of us having closed our eyes, I went back to my room,

tired out.

My mother kept her bed the next day, so Susan and I had time to talk.

"I don't know what to do," said she, "we have made the sheet in such a

dreadful mess"; and that night before she went to bed, she took it down

and did something to it. I fucked her that day on the kitchen table.

Her sister did not return for a fortnight, and during that time we

had plenty of fucking; a few nights after I first had her, she was

excessively quiet; on questioning her she said, "I think I got in the

family way last night." "Nonsense," but she told me she had heard that

women sometimes had a sort of consciousness of getting with child,

and added, "I somehow feel certain that I shall have a child from last

Sunday." This will be a pretty go, thought I, and asked, "Did you ever

have your belly up before, for I don't think you were a virgin when I

had you." She denied it, and there the matter ended, but I never could

get to see the lower part of her belly; she would let me see up to her

cunt, and down to her navel, but never more. My experience might not

have taught me much if I had, but I guessed something from what old

Brown had told me, and knew that woman had marks of some sort on

their-bellies after child-birth.

As the time came for Sarah's return I felt trouble could come with her.

The day before she did, Susan cried, said she was certain she was in the

family way, and expressed great dread of her sister knowing it. "Surely

you don't mind your own sister." "Oh! you don't know how hard she is

upon poor girls who get into trouble," she replied. "Here is a mess!" I

thought.

Sarah returned, had tried to get a miscarriage and failed, she grew

bigger, all her fear was lest Susan should find it out before she left,

and on plea of her mother's health, she gave notice. Both girls were

afraid of each other, both seemed determined to get as much fucking as

possible. Sarah got hers on Sundays, and sometimes on week days. Susan

who was more about and could often get five minutes with me slyly, threw

herself in my way, got it when and where she could, and had it once or

twice daily. I was not loth. The excitement of two cunts and a certain

pungency in the position stimulated me. I have seen the two standing

side by side, each at the same moment with my spunk in them, yet neither

knowing the other's condition. At times before I had washed my prick

after one sister, I was wetting it in the cunt of the other, which

delighted me.

Things got desperate. Sarah said I ought to marry her, spoke of

committing suicide, and at length unable to hide her belly, left. I

was anxious to do what I could to help her, so disclosed my case to

a friend; who advised me to borrow, as I was so near coming into my

property. I borrowed fifty pounds of a Jew, promising to pay him a

hundred pounds for it six months afterwards; and got her lodgings a few

miles from our house. Susan also got bigger, and made no disguise of her

intention of getting abortion.

No disclosure of the sisters to each other had yet taken place, yet

I felt it would be done. One morning Susan's eyes followed me whilst

waiting at table in a most unpleasant manner. I felt all was found out,

so to face it, and get the worst over, threw myself in her way. "You

wretch, you scoundrel, you blackguard," she whispered to me on the

staircase, "it is you who have seduced my poor sister." Soon a better

opportunity was found, and we had a scene; it took place in my bed-room,

when the other servant who had replaced Sarah, and my mother were out.

I could only say I was sorry. She blazed out worse than ever then,

and spoke so violently about my behaviour to herself, that I told her,

whatever her sister had to complain of, I thought she had but little,

for that mine was not the first prick which had been up her, I was sure.

My words and manner staggered and quieted her and after making me take a

solemn oath (which I did holding a Bible) I would never tell her sister

that she was in the family way by me, she got tranquil, and I fucked her

before she left the room.

Susan was dreadfully ill a few days afterwards, she had got a

miscarriage; my mother attended to her, thinking she had inflammation

of her bowels. I went to see Sarah, who told me some fellow had got her

sister Susan in the family way, she could not tell who, for Susan quite

refused to say. She was soon after confined with a fine child. Troubles

then came apace, the mother of the two women died, Susan left my mother

at once to take charge of the old man's house, and never let me have her

again after her miscarriage. Then the father came to grief, failed and

was sold up. Sarah went home with her child, and after a time, acting on

the advice of a friend, I advanced money out of my property which I had

then come into, and sent the whole lot to Canada. After a year my child

died, and Susan got married. What became of Sarah, I don't know, for all

letters soon after ceased; but to the last I believe that Sarah never

knew that I had had her sister as well as herself, although Susan knew I

had had both of them and was father of both children, or what would have

been both children.

This ended my intrigues with servants for some time, for my fucking took

quite another direction. Harlots of small degrees amused me till I came

into what was a pretty fortune in those days.

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