th, round bum-cheeks below--anywhere--everywhere
excepting the right place, my sperm spurted out: and only the last drop
remained just as I buried my prick in her. Then instead of meeting her
humid tongue with mine, I sank on her breast kissing, yet damning and
cursing like a dragoon, at my spoiled pleasure,--I had spent out of
sheer copiousness of spunk, and excitement.

Said she, "It is as well as it is, get off." I made no reply, hoping my
sexual force would return, for my prick was in her sheath. She moved to
release herself. Stronger far than me, she could in any other attitude
have easily done so; but the most difficult position for a woman to
disengage herself from a man, is when he is on the top of her, well
between her thighs, and clasping her backside tightly. As she moved
there was no strong will in it; how could it be otherwise? She in the
prime of life had been without it for weeks, nature was pleading for me,
my prick was in her, my spunk all about her. To gain time I promised to
get off in a minute. "Kiss me." Our mouths and tongues met. It was like
magic. A voluptuous throb passed through both of us, my prick stiffened
to the full, a sympathetic grind of her cunt responded; again we were in
the full tide of pleasure, fucking and spending together, the future was
forgotten as we sunk quietly down. I had spent twice without uncunting;
scarcely was it over than she pushed me off, and washed out her cunt in
my foot-bath.

We sat on the side of the bed kissing and feeling each other, it was
like the old time, the door wide open to hear the street door knocks.
When the housemaid knocked, into bed I got; an hour afterwards home came
my mother and into my bed-room. She approved of the hot foot-bath, but
insisted on my taking a febrifuge. To keep up the sham, I took it, Mary
brought it and stood by, whilst my mother gave it to me; my prick was
again standing like a prop at the sight of Mary, and as my mother pulled
the bed-clothes over me, she might, if she had had eyes, seen my prick
pushing them almost up.

Next morning she gave notice to leave. I never had her again. On one or
two occasions I felt her, and if there had been more time might perhaps
have had her. At the end of a fortnight she told me that her monthlies
were all right. From that day she resolutely refused to even let me feel
her. "I don't much care about going back," said she; "I don't think I
shall be happy, but I do it for the best; at all ev