am always alone," said she, "between eight and
twelve just now," and as any woman just then answered my wants, I made
opportunities, and I had her again two or three times, till a rare bit
of luck occurred to me.

We were in the bed-room one hot day; to make it cooler I took off
trowsers and drawers, laid them on a chair, carefully rolled my shirt up
round my waist, so as to prevent spunk falling upon it, and thus
naked from my boots to waist, laid myself on the top of my rollicking,
belly-heaving, rump-wriggling country lass.

I always gave her five shillings before I began; she had taken a letch
for me, or else being hot cunted, and not getting it done to her often,
dearly liked my poking her; and seeming to want it that day unusually,
began her heaving and wriggling energetically. We were well on towards
our spend, when with a loud cry of "Oh! my God!" she pushed me off, and
wriggled to the bedside. I got off, and saw a sturdy country girl of
about fifteen or sixteen years, standing in the bed-room door looking at
us with a broad grin, mixed with astonishment, upon her face.

For an instant nobody spoke. Then the girl said with a malicious grin,
"pretty goings on Sarah, if fearther knowed un--" "How dare you stand
looking at me?" said Sarah. "It's my room as well as yourn," said
Martha, for that was her name; and nothing further was said then. But
Martha's eyes fixed on me as I sat naked up to my waist with my prick
wet, rigid, red, throbbing, and all but involuntarily jerking out its
sperm. I was in that state of lust, that I could have fucking anything
in the shape of a cunt, and scarcely knew in the confusion of the
moment, where I was, and what it was all about. Sarah saw my state, and
began pulling down my shirt. "Go out of the room," said she to her
sister. "Damn it I will finish, I will fuck you," said I making a snatch
at her cunt again. "Oh! for God's sake, don't sir," said she. With a
grin out went young sister Martha into the kitchen, and then Sarah began
to blubber, "If she tells fearther, he will turn me out into the
streets."

"Don't be a fool," said I, "why should she tell?" "Because we are bad
friends." "Has she not done it?" "No, she is not sixteen." "How do you
know she has not?" "Why we sleep together and I know." "Who sleeps in
the other bed?" "Fearther." "In the same room?" "Yes." "Don't you know
anything against her?" "No, last hay-making I seed a young man trying
to put his hands up her clo