I had edged her down the path, and pushed her into the large privy.
Pender was randy, that I see now. A woman in fear yields reluctantly,
but she yields when she wants a man.
I locked the door and pressed her up against the wall. "Oh! I am so
frightened," said she, "later on I'll let you,--oh! if we should be
found." She was in a funk, but what can any woman do, who feels a man's
warm prick outside her belly, and his hands fumbling at her clitoris?
the sensuous touch goes through her like lightning. Soon we were both
spending.
My head was on her shoulder, my prick oozing its last drop of sperm,
when she clutched me violently with a stare of terror in her face, it
scared me. "It is he, it's he!" she said in a screaming whisper, "oh!
my God!" Tramp,--tramp, went a heavy male step in the shrubbery. "Oh! my
God, I know his step!"
My prick flopped down, her petticoats dropped, but we stood close
against the wall breathless. Tramp,--tramp, nearer, nearer it came, it
passed the door, and died away in the distance. As he passed I peeped
through the little red curtains over the window, and saw it was her
husband's cap.
She sat down on the privy-seat, and buried her face in her hands. "My
God," said she, "What would have happened, if he had found me here? But
what does he do up this path? he has no business here," she added.
After a few seconds I went off in one direction, she as she told me,
to her cottage, where she found her husband, and they had breakfast
together; the good man not suspecting, that his wife's cunt was full of
sperm. Such are the chances of me.
I went into breakfast. My aunt was annoyed at my being so late. A female
cousin,--a pretty girl,--whom it was wished I should marry, poured out
my tea. I thought, "Ah! my dear girl, if you knew where my prick has
been a few minutes ago, it would astonish you."
I went through the farm-yard a little before midday into the lane, and
passed Pender without speaking. I met Whiteteeth carrying a mug and
other things in a basket in the lane. She smiled, I followed to the
memorable gate, then stopped. "Come into the field," said I. "I can't,
I'm taking my good man his dinner, some of the women may come this way."
"I owe you five shillings, I'll make it ten shilling,--come." "I don't
want your money." "Come for love then." "We must be quick," said she
following me, and cautiously she looked round. We passed through the
gates to the place where we had laid down before; now in broad day it
seemed dangerously near the lane. There was a sinking in the surface
a little further on where cows had trodden the ground down to get to a
ditch; there she put down her dinner-basket. Throwing up her petticoats,
I saw her cunt was dark-haired. We fucked rapidly, no fumbling,
stink-fingering, or frigging. I gave her ten shillings. "Give it me in
silver," said she, "if I change it in the village it will be known." I
took it back, gave her all the silver I had, owing her some. She said
she would meet me again in the evening, unless her husband was working
in the same field with her; he was mowing then.
I had luncheon, and a cock-stand again, walked round the grounds, and
saw the nursemaid with the child. A cunning little bitch she was,--I did
not see that plainly then,--she was rolling on the lawn playing with
the child, her clothes went up to her knees; it was carelessness, she
believing herself alone with the boy. She had a thin pair of limbs in
nice boots. I peeped out from the shrubs, expecting to see higher, but
did not. The little boy again wanted to piddle, she pulled out his cock,
and held it. Whilst so interestingly engaged I advanced, she put his
clothes down. I walked by her side. "You like holding that?" said I. She
turned away. "Let me sleep with you." "This is my bedfellow," said she
laughing, and went towards the house, I in the opposite direction of
course.
I waited in the lane in the evening. Whiteteeth came along with others,
eyeing me with a smile, and there was no opportunity. It was lightish.
I thought to get Pender in the privy again next morning. It was not
probable that her husband would pass that way again at that time. I
went to bed. In the middle of the night was obliged to go to the
water-closet, and sitting there thought of the housemaid, recollected
that my aunt had said she would have Joey, who was not well, sleep with
her that night. "Why, she will be alone that nursemaid, she is a randy
one," I thought; but was by no means sure I should succeed, having
known others who would go a long way, but stop short at fucking. If she
resisted and there was a row, I should be obliged to leave my aunt's.
All this ran through my mind whilst sitting on the water-closet.
Water-closets had not long been known, they were quite proud of having
them in my aunt's house.
My cock rose up, as the girl's neat thin legs came before my eyes. Cock
stiffer I went towards my bedroom, passed her door, heard her moving
inside, and that settled me. Going to my room I put in the candle, and
in my dressing-gown went softly back, turned the handle, and pushed her
door. It opened, and a sight met my astonished eyes.
She was lying on the bed, leaning on her elbow, in her chemise which
was just above her knees, her legs partly up and open, her back turned
partially from me as I entered. By the bed-side stood page Robert with
his breeches opened, she was frigging, or feeling his great cock as
she lay; the page's hand was between her knees, either on her cunt, or
trying to get at it. They were in the enjoyment of mutual investigation.
Whether it was going further I can't say. I believe she was frigging
him, although she always denied that afterwards.
I had fairly entered the room before they (so engrossed were they
with their pleasures) saw me; when with a shriek of, "Oh! my God I am
ruined!--go (turning to the page), go out sir, or I will scream (to
me), what's he here for?--what do you here sir?" Without a word the page
turned and bolted, pulling up his trowsers which fell down to his
arse as he shuffled out of the room. She turned on one side without
attempting to hide her legs, or breast, and hid her face crying, "Oh!
what shall I do?--what shall I do?--go sir go,--I don't know what he did
here," and other excited, incoherent phrases.