e met me
with an ardour less demonstrative, but more stifling and satisfying
than Charlotte; it was a worry to think that I had twice fucked her, and
seemed to have finished each time before I had began fucking.

The firmness of her flesh impressed me, whether I put my finger between
the cheeks of her arse or between her thighs, I could with difficulty
get it away; she could have cracked a nut between either. The next
wonder was the hair of her cunt, which was long but curly; I now see
that she could not have pissed without wetting it, which accounted
for her always what we youths used to call mopping it, after she had
piddled. The cunt looked twice as big as Charlotte's, but the prick-hole
seemed to me smaller; and whether my finger or my prick was in it,
seemed to grasp it tightly. My prepuce used to give me then at times
pain just before, or when I spent in Charlotte; in Mary I scarcely
seemed to feel it, and afterwards a quiet sort of grinding of her cunt,
prolonged my pleasure until my penis left it. I was so new to the work,
that all those differences impressed me, I compared and thought of them
constantly.

She gave no violent writhes, nor twists, nor jerked her arse, nor
wriggled as she spent, but just as my short thrusts came on, her belly
used gradually to heave up and grow into mine; her cunt almost seemed to
be sucking my prick, whilst it throbbed and jetted its sperm into her;
my hardest thrusts never hurt; Charlotte used to complain if my prick
was too vigorous in her. Then when her pleasure was over; lolling her
tongue against mine, and sucking my very breath from me, she quietly
subsided; leaving me to lay in her, until with a kiss, she would gently
doze off with me in her arms.

A taste had developed as said, which I have retained to the present
time. I loved to see a woman piddle, used to make Charlotte do it as
often as I could, to place my hand under the stream, and feel its splash
on my fingers; and if chance let me hear the rattle in a pot, or see a
woman rising up from the attitude, my prick used to stand. I did this
with her greatly to her astonishment, she resented it so much that I
never repeated it: singular that a woman who would let me lay and kiss
her cunt, or put finger and prick up it; should refuse to let me see the
water come from it--but so it was.

Charlotte I loved, and used to feel as if she were part and parcel of
me for life, when I was up her, with Mary I thought of thighs, b