Lusting worse after the kiss, I went to the house. My cousins were
out, my aunt taking her afternoon's nap. I rang my bed-room bell for
something, simply to get a woman near me, in the shape of a housemaid
who was as ugly as sin. I pulled out my cock when she left, and thought
of imitating the page, but did not; from my window saw the nursemaid was
out with the child, and strolled out to meet her. I must mention that
the child (about four years old), was a married cousin's child who had
gone to India with her husband; leaving the infant in charge of her
mother, my aunt.
Nursemaid was a dry, plainish little woman whom I had scarcely noticed
until the previous three days. I talked to the infant, and played with
him, asked her if she would like a child, if she would let me be the
father, and got a chaffing reply. Suddenly it struck me from the scuffle
I had heard in the barn, that she and the page were very intimate, and
said as a random shot, "You would not mind Robert cuddling you, would
you now?" She coloured up, looked confused, then said, as if she did
not recollect, "Robert?--who is Robert?" "Fat Robert the page." "Pough."
said she, "that big boy!" She took up the child, and walked off,--not to
the house, but a long way away from it. After a time I followed her;
she entered a grotto, or very large summer-house which formed part of
an artificial ruin in the grounds, and which was the scene of an amusing
adventure with this very child some years later on in my life. There she
sat down.
I saw what a good blind the child was, so went into the grotto to talk
to him. He was sitting in her lap. In a minute said he, "I want to
pee-wee." "Hush!" said she, "I will take you for a walk." "I will
pee-wee," said he, scuffling down from her lap, running outside the
summer-house; turning round, lifting his petticoats, and pissing in
front of us.
"You naughty boy," said she. "What a little cock he has," said I. She
snatched up the child, went towards the house, and there was an end for
the time of my talk with her.
I dodged from hay-field to farm-yard, thence to the house, saw Pender,
saw the young wench (Molly) I have named, looked out for Whiteteeth;
it was all no go. I had dinner, then strolled down to the village, saw
Whiteteeth outside the public with her husband. Back to the house,
saw nursemaid, said in a whisper. "I shall come and sleep with you
to-night." "That you won't," said she, "Master Joe always sleeps in
my room." Randy and weary I went to bed, after nearly spending in my
trowsers as I looked at my cousins' white necks in the drawing-room, and
thought to myself, "I will go to ------ (the market-town a few miles off
to which I have before alluded), and have a woman to-morrow." During
the hot night thought of cunt, cunt, cunt, would not frig myself, slept.
Awakened again with a stiff one, frigged, and then got repose.
The next morning I increased my acquaintance with the young wench Molly,
chaffed the nursemaid, and besought her to let me sleep with her. Again
went to the hay-field, but hay-making was finished, the weather dull,
and further hay-making postponed till finer weather.
Keeping a sharp eye on page Robert, I soon saw he was spooning
nursemaid; detected him kissing her, and putting his hand on her belly
outside her clothes. She seeing me, gave him a violent slap on the head;
when I chaffed her, turned up her nose again and said, "A boy like that
indeed; I beg you won't talk like that to me sir."
She slept in a room which was properly entered from the servant's
corridor, which connected with the best part of the house through
folding doors. But a door had been made in the room from best part of
the house, so that my aunt, who had had a large family could more easily
see how the children when there, were being looked after. This door was
just by a lobby which led to the W.C; any one going there might seem to
be either going towards the W.C, or towards the servants' staircase, the
nursemaid's room therefore could be entered from either door, and on two
sides.
By the door on the servants' side was a house-maid's W.C and the
servants' staircase which led also to the attics, where some slept, and
to a lobby with rooms mostly used for lumber, and where the page had
been put to sleep, away from females, or anyone else. The butler
slept in a little room adjoining the pantry and plate-room, on the
ground-floor.
Several days passed, I did not get a gay woman, but hunted incessantly
in hopes of getting Pender, or Whiteteeth, or the nursemaid. Young Molly
I did not much think of; she seemed too young, so chaste, so looked
after, that I had no expectation, but do not recollect what my views
about her exactly were. Then I did not care about young ones. A
full-grown woman, large-arsed, with a full-sized and fully-haired cunt
was my greatest delight; above all I liked room inside it for my cock to
swell out, a tight cunt had no delights to me.
After a few days my luck came as it mostly has. I went again with my
aunt to the dairy. Whilst she was talking to Pender a notion occurred to
I did not go into breakfast, but waited in the turning leading out
of the shrubbery between the Hall and farmyard; and hiding, saw Pender
take up the milk; a few minutes later heard her returning, and stepped
out. I had made up my mind to have her in the privy; have had women in
similar places before and since, and daresay that other men have.
She gave a start. "Come here." "No." But I clutched her. "Oh! now
pray,--if anyone comes?" "But there won't you know that,--come this
way," and I pulled her out of the main-walk. "Oh! don't, there's a
dear gentleman,--hush! perhaps some one is near." "Why they are all at
breakfast." "I don't know where my husband is."