of, unpremeditated; I am quite sure I had neither heard, nor
read of such a thing before; and should at that period of my life have
scouted the idea, as beastly and abominable, though I had done it. How
I came to lick Martha's cunt even then astonished me, I thought that it
was the small size, the slight hair, and youthfulness of the article;
but I used to lick it very daintily, wiping my mouth, spitting
frequently, and never venturing beyond the clotoris. It occurred to me
one day instead of kneeling, to lay down and lick; so I laid on the
bed, my head between her thighs, my cock not far from her mouth, and
indulging her in the luxury; for it was much the idea of pleasing her
that made me do it. She played with my cock and wriggled as my tongue
played over her clotoris, then grasped my prick hard, which gave me a
premonitory throb of pleasure. "Do to me what I am doing to you," said
I, "put it in your mouth," scarcely knowing what I said and without any
ulterior intention. She with her pleasure getting intense, impelled by
curiosity, or by the fascination of the cock, or by impulse, the result
of my tongue on her cunt, took it in her mouth instantly. How far my
prick went in, whether she sucked, licked, or simply let it enter, I
know not, and I expect she did not either; but as she spent I felt a
sensation resembling the soft friction of a cunt, and instantly shot my
sperm into her mouth and over her face. Up she got, calling me a beast.
I was surprised and ashamed of this unlooked for termination, and said
so to her.

I had as said arranged signs as I passed the cottage about our meetings,
yet had difficulty now in getting at her without being found out, and
never should, excepting for the elder sister, to whom I gave every now
and then money. She took care of the house, rarely went out, but worked
at a coarse of lace, and earned money that way. She used to sit outside
the cottage door if fine; working, and curtseying when we, who were
called the Hall folks, passed. My aunt said one day, "What a strapping
wench that is, don't you think so Walt? you always look at her as you
pass." I might have replied, "Yes she is, and her arse is remarkably
like yours," but I did not, and was after that more on my guard. Fred
had not had the girl for a long time, that freed me a little. Then
Martha shammed ill two days to stay from the mill and let me have her,
and I spent a good many hours with her. As I turned my head quickly one
d