"Good God, you will catch your death of cold." I rang the bell and gave
it to the old woman to dry. "Now," said I, "you cannot go, it is of
no use, I must have you again, and will see all your charms, I had
you first, I have had you again, and again I will have you; don't be
foolish, all harm is done."
Crying, entreating and saying she was married, I got her on to the bed,
and stripping myself was soon folded in her arms. My prick was ready,
she had struggled hard, now saw it was useless, and lay in all her
beauty before me, her head on the pillow and her eyes closed, leaving me
to work my will.
I saw her as leisurely as my throbbing prick would let me from head to
foot, that she had grown stouter, taller, and was now a splendid woman.
Her breasts were full and hard, her buttock large and solid, her thighs
more rounded, the hair of her cunt thicker. Curiously I opened its lips
and put my finger in, to see if marriage had made any difference, but
was far too young and inexperienced to find it out, if there had been
any. It seemed the dear old split which had so often given me pleasure
before; that look and feel finished me, in another second my ballocks
were bang-iny away against her bum, and she met my embraces with
fervour which too soon came to an end. Repose followed, the luscious
tongue-kisses ceased, our sighs stopped, and we fell asleep.
But not for long. The wet chemise was brought back. That off her mind
into bed I got with her. The coach by which she now could go home did
not leave until eight o'clock, hurry was of no use; with my finger in
her quim, side by side, mouth to mouth, we laid and talked.
Her anxiety was about her sister, whom I swore I never would attempt.
That settled her. She wanted to know all about me, that was soon told.
I never mentioned Mary's name, although she asked after her. Then I was
curious about her married life, how she got over her marriage night, how
often he poked her, and so on. I got but little out of her, beyond that
he had not discovered that she had been fucked before, and that he was
a good husband to her; my other questions she said were disgraceful. I
felt mad to think that another man should put his prick where my fingers
then were, so I asked if she enjoyed it with him, whereupon she burst
into a passionate flood of tears, and it closed with her saying,
"Whether I love him or not, he is a good fellow to me, and if I am found
out and disgraced it will serve me right." Would she meet me again?
"Never, never, I love you still, but never again." It ended in another
fuck.
And so it went on till the time for going. Never in my life up to that
time had desire been so strong in me. When I knew she must go I insisted
on again doing it, but could not come up to the scratch, until with a
sharp frig it stiffened and again it was put up her. What a long hard
poke it was, what a test of my manhood, how proud was I when with a
sharp and sudden pleasure I felt my spunk squirting up her dear quim,
and a spasmodic clutch, a sharp sob and "dear Walter," escaping from her
told me she had spent with me.
She washed, I dressed, swearing I would never wash my prick again till
I saw her. "I have poked you darling, five times," said I in triumph.
It was the first time I think I ever had done so, but am not sure,
and proud enough I felt. We soon relapsed into sadness and tears, and
telling our love to each other, parted at the coach-. stand.
I was mad again for her; had now money, and twice went down to the place
to get a glimpse at her and failed, but saw her husband in the shop. We
stared at each other. I wonder if he felt that I should have liked-to
throttle him, for so I did. I wrote and got no reply. I pumped her
sister, to see if I could learn where she walked or went, and got no
information; indeed soon lost opportunity for suddenly her sister left
Her father came to ask my mother to excuse her on account of his
wife's illness, and she never came back. I have but little doubt it was
only to get her away from our house, and that it was Charlotte's doings.
I never saw Charlotte again, though I still may do so; but to this day
I have an affection for her, and although she must be forty, should like
to poke her.
Next year, one day my mother opened a letter, it was from the E------
family; and read aloud little scraps of it to me, and my sisters who
were in the room. "That family is all doing very well," said she; "Mary
who was with us but three months last year is married." She went on
reading, "And Charlotte's husband has taken a large shop and is making
money.--Ah! I am very glad of it, for she was a nice respectable girl.
Oh! here,--and has just been confined with a fine boy.--I am very glad,"
said mother. I looked and found it was nine months after Tom's birthday,
and that that day nine months some one had fucked Charlotte five times.
I was delighted.
My appointment now made it needful to dine late, so we reverted to a six
o'clock dinner. This neither suited the cook nor housemaid; both left,
and two new servants came. I was about nineteen years old.
The cook whose name was Brown was clean, fat, and wholesome to look at,
and I should say forty-five years old. She must have weighed sixteen
stone. The width across her arse as I eyed it outside her dress, looked
greater than that of Mary the cook; there was a roguish twinkle in her
eye, which made her look like a good-tempered monthly nurse, her eyes
were blue and her hair brown.
Harriet the housemaid was very tall, and very sallow, had jet-black hair
and black eyes, with the expression of a serpent in them. She showed
splendid teeth when she laughed, and then looked half cat, half hyena.
She never looked you in the face long, was so quiet in her movements
that the cat moved less noiselessly; she startled you by being close to
you when you did not know she was near, and had a sneering laugh. After
a day or two my mother remarked she did not like the pair, and was sorry
she had engaged them.
Up to this time I had only poked two servants, Charlotte and Mary.
Others had not been to my taste. With one I tried it on and failed, and
when randy now could not help thinking of the couple in the house. I
tried it on with Harriet, but she so snubbed me, that I set her down as
an impregnable virgin. Then I turned my eyes to Brown, though it seemed
absurd to think of such a fat middle-aged woman; but I one day chanced
to see that she had a very fat pair of calves, and I knew she must have
a big arse; and as fat legs had an irresistible attraction for me, I
tried to see more of them, but without the thought of taking liberties
with their owner.
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