One aunt as said lived in H...shire, a widow; her son, my cousin Fred,
was preparing for the Army. I wanted a change, and went by advice to
stay there. Fred was a year older than me, wild and baudy to the day
of his death, he talked from boyhood incessantly about women. I had not
seen him for some time, and he told me of his amours, asking me about
mine. I let him know all, without disclosing names; he told me in nearly
the words, that it was "a lie," for he had heard my mother say, that
I was the steadiest young fellow possible, and she could trust me
anywhere. This, coupled with my quiet look, and the care I took not to
divulge names, made him disbelieve me; but I disclosed so many facts
about women's nature, that he was somewhat astonished. He told me what
he had done, about having had the clap, and what to do if I got it; then
he had seduced a cottager's daughter on the estate; but his description
of the taking, did not accord with my limited experience. One day he
pointed the girl out to me at the cottage door, and said he now had her
whenever he wanted.
She was a great coarse wench, whom he had seen in my aunt's fields. He
had caught her piddling on one side of a hedge; she saw him looking at
the operation from a ditch, and abused him roundly for it; it ended
in an acquaintance, and his taking her virginity one evening on a
hay-cock,--that was his account of it.
Her father was a labourer on my aunt's estate, the girl lived with him
and a younger sister, her name was Sarah; he expatiated on her charm
from backside to bubbies, but it was soon evident to me, that with this
woman it was no money, no cunt; for he borrowed money of me to give her.
I had squeezed money out of my aunt, my guardian and mother, and had
about ten pounds,--a very large sum for me then, so I lent him a few
shillings.
He had his shove as he called it, and triumphantly gave me again such
account of his operations, and the charms of the lady, that I who
had been some time without poking, wondered if the girl would let me;
arguing to myself, he gives her money--my girls never wanted money,--why
should his? He had been dinning into my ears, that all women would let
men for money, or presents, or else from lust. "Kiss and grope, and if
they don't cry out, show them your prick and go at them." These maxims
much impressed me.
"Fred," said my aunt at breakfast, "ride over to Brown about his rent,
you will be sure to find him at the corn market," and she gave him other
commissions at the market town. I promised to ride with him, but had
been tortured with randiness about this great wench of his; so made some
excuse, and as soon as he was well off, sauntered towards the cottage,
which was about half a mile from the Hall.
It was one of a pair in a lane. Scarcely anyone passed them excepting
people on my aunt's lands. One was empty. The girl was sweeping in front
of the cottage, the door was wide open. I gave her a nod, she dropped a
respectful curtsey. Looking round and seeing no one, I said, "May I come
in and rest, for it is hot and I am tired?" "Yes sir," said she, and in
I went, she giving me a chair; then she finished her sweeping. Meanwhile
I had determined to try it on. "Father at home?" "No sir, he be
working in the Seven-Acre field." "Where is your sister?" "At mill,
sir"--meaning a paper mill. I thought of Fred. It was my first offer,
and scarcely knew how to make it, but chucking her under the chin said,
"I wish you would let me--" "What, sir?" "Do it to you," said I boldly,
"and I will give you five shillings," producing the money; I knew it was
what Fred gave her usually.
She looked at me and the five shillings, which was then more than her
wages for a week's work in the fields, burst into laughter and said,
"Why, who would have thought a gentleman from the Hall would say that
to a poor girl like me." "Let me do it," said I hurredly, "if you wont I
must go--I will give you seven and six pence." "You wont tell the young
squire?" said she--meaning Fred. "Of course not." She went to the door,
looked both ways, then at the clock, shut the door and bolted it without
another word.
The house consisted of a kitchen, a bed-room, leading out of it, and
a wash-house. She opened the bedroom door, there were two beds which
almost filled the room; at the foot of one was a window, by its side a
wash-stand. She got on to the largest bed saying, "Make haste." I pulled
up her clothes to her navel and looked. "Oh! make haste," said she.
But I could not, it was the third cunt I had seen, and I paused to
contemplate her. Before me lay a pair of thick, round thighs, a large
belly, and a cunt covered with thick brown hair, a dirty chemise round
her waist, coarse woolen blue stockings darned with black, and tied
below the knees with list, thick hob-nailed boots. The bed beneath was
white and clean, which made her things look dirtier; it was different
to what I had been accustomed to. I looked too long, "Better make haste,
for father will be home to dinner," said she.
I put my hand to her cunt, she opened her thighs, and I saw the cleft,
with a pair of lips on each side like sausages, a dark vermillion strong
clitoris sloped down and hid itself between the lips, in the recesses of
the cock-trap; the strong light from the window enabled me to see it as
plainly as if under a microscope. I pushed my finger up, then my cock
knocked against my belly, asking to take the place of my finger, and so
up I let it go. No sooner was I lodged in her, than arse, cunt, thighs
and belly, all worked energetically, and in a minute I spent. Just as
I pulled out, her cunt closed round my prick with a strong muscular
action, as if it did not wish the warm pipe withdrawn, a movement of the
muscles of the cunt alone, and it drew the last drop of lingering sperm
out of me.
I got on my knees, contemplating the sausage lips half open, from which
my sperm was oozing, and then got off sorry it had been so quick a
business. She laid without moving and looking kindly at me said, "Ye may
ha me agin an yer loike." "But your father will be home?" "In half an
hour," said she. "I don't think I can," said I. Such coolness in a woman
was new to me, I scarcely knew what to make of it. She got hold of my
tool, I had not had a woman for some time, soon felt lust entering my
rod again, and sought her cunt with my hands. She opened her legs wider
in a most condescending manner and I began feeling it. I was soon fit,
which she very well knew, for immediately with a broad grin on her face
she pulled me on to her and put my prick in her cunt herself, lodging it
with a clever jerk of her bum, a squeeze, and a wriggle.
I fucked quietly, but it was now her turn; she heaved and wriggled
so that once she threw my prick out of her, but soon had it in again.
"Shove, shove," said she suddenly, and I shoved with all my might, she
clipped my arse so tightly that she must have left the marks of her
fingers on it, then with a close wriggle and a deep sigh, she lay still,
her face as red as fire, and left me to finish by my own exertions.
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