, I managed to push the clothes up so as to see more of
the leg, but resting as the foot did on one knee, the clothes tightly
between, a snatch was useless: lust made me cunning, I praised the foot
(though I knew not at that time how vain some women are of their feet).
"What a nice ankle," I said putting my hand further on. She was off her
guard; with my left arm, I pushed her violently back on to the large
sofa, her foot came off her knee, at the same moment, my right hand went
up between her thighs, on to her cunt; I felt the slit, the hair, the
moisture.

She got up to a sitting posture, crying "you wretch, you beast, you
blackguard," but still I kept my fingers on the cunt; she closed her
legs, so as to shut my hand between her thighs, and keep it motionless,
and tried to push me off; but I clung round her. "Take your hand away,"
said she, "or I will scream." "I shant!" Then followed two or three
loud, very loud screams. "No one can hear," said I, which brought her to
supplication. My friend's advice came again to me: pushing my right hand
still between her thighs, with my left I pulled out my prick, as stiff
as a poker. She could not do otherwise than see it; and then I drew my
left hand round her neck, pulled her hand to me, and covered it with
kisses.

She tried to get up and nearly dislodged my right hand, but I pushed her
back, and got my hand still further on to the cunt. I never thought
of pressing, under towards the bum, was in fact too ignorant of female
anatomy to do it, but managed to get one of the lips with the hair
between my fingers, and pinch it; then dropped on to my knees in front
of her, and remained kneeling, preventing her getting back further on
the sofa, as well as I could by holding her waist, or her clothes.

There was a pause from our struggles, then more entreaties, then more
attempts to get my right hand away; suddenly she put out one hand,
seized me by the hair of my head, and pushed me backwards by it. I
thought my skull was coming off, but kept my hold and pinched or pulled
the cunt lip till she yelled and called me a brute. I told her I would
hurt her as much as I could, if she hurt me; so that game she gave up;
the pain of pulling my hair made me savage, and more determined and
brutal, than before.

We went on struggling at intervals, I kneeling with prick out, she
crying, begging me to desist; I entreating her to let me see and feel
her cunt, using all the persuasion, and all th