, but I saw from a white gleam that her clothes were up,
felt where the nick was, and in much agitation thrust my tool up it.

Having a woman in the open up against a field fence, and without seeing
her cunt, or even her face, was a novelty to me. For a long time I had
been bottling up my sperm. All fear left me, and it seemed the most
delicious fuck I ever had had. In a few pushes I spent, and kept my
belly up against hers in silent delight, till I felt sperm trickling
down over my balls. Telling me to take care of my shirt she drew her bum
back. Scarcely recovered from my pleasure and still wondering how I had
such pleasure with so poor a woman, I suppose I must have said something
of the sort, for she remarked, "Why not? we are all made the same way,
and if some of us had more cheek, we might have as good clothes as the
best, but there are plenty of real gents glad enough to have us," and so
we talked for a minute. I had not felt her and now longed to do so, but
was too timid to ask her. She turned away. I had been wiping my cock
with a silk pocket-handkerchief, to prevent any sperm getting on to my
shirt. A happy idea came. "Let me feel you, and do it again and I will
give you this silk handkerchief, for I have no more money." Laughing
and saying, "I suppose it is silk," she accepted it. I think now of the
exquisite delight, with which I felt the thighs and bum of that poor
woman, who might for all I could see, have had the great, or the
small pox, or have been as ugly as the devil; but I stroked her belly,
twiddled her wet cunt-hair (she had pissed), plunged my fingers into
her wet cunt, and at length spent again in it, with more delight, than I
have had with some of the most dashing women since that time.

After funking about pox and clap, for a few days, out I sped one evening
to try to get her again, delighted at the economical rate at which I
found it now possible to have women. But I always was liberal, and gave
her three or four shillings. Several times I had had her afterwards and
never saw her face. At length I insisted on going when I could see her.
She refused until tempted by an offer, then agreed to meet me at a
place which she named; saying, "And I will put on a clean chemise and
stockings." I met her, and found her to be about thirty-five years old,
and one of the ugliest women I ever saw.

She was so plain that all desire left me. I looked her all over, to
which she made no objection, remarking as s