before, and I tried to stop her, she dropped upon her knees saying, "You
will come to see me again I know, for a man can always do it one way or
another," put my prick in her mouth and sucked and palated it. I was too
young and too full not to feel it. Spite of myself I spent, and just as
I did, grasping my balls with one hand and frigging the stem with the
other, she drew back her mouth about two inches, kept it wide open, went
on frigging, and the sperm squirted out into her mouth and on to her
face; then she resumed sucking it until every drop was out of me.

That over, she rose and said, "You will come to me again, won't you? I
will always do that to you, and anything else you like." I gave her a
shilling and promised, but never felt so sick and disgusted with a woman
before. Everything about the woman was repulsive. I have since met four
or five woman with very large cunt-holes, but hers was the largest. I am
perfectly certain I could have put my fist up it. I avoided the street
for some months, which was a great loss to me, for I often used to go
through it, to gloat on the charms of the women as they lolled out of
the windows. When I thought of my prick being sucked, it used to disgust
me awfully, and it was many years before I knew what pleasure it was to
a man, at times; but it never has been done to me again, in the manner
that woman did it.

Then I saw the woman in taking whose virtue I lost my own,--Charlotte.

Our cook married. A new cook and housemaid came, the latter a pretty
dark-eyed girl of about eighteen years of age, named Mary. Directly I
set eyes upon her I liked her, and thought I would try to get her. My
clap and cheap pokes, had not made me much in love with gay women; whose
free-and-easy ways somewhat shocked my timidity. Some time had elapsed
since I had had any others, and my mind naturally reverted to the nice
pokes I had had with servants. My chances were fewer than ever. One of
my sisters was now frequently at home, Tom no longer needed a servant
to be with him, and the housemaid was less frequently away from the
kitchen. But I felt myself more a man, my good fortunes made me feel
more sure of success, more prompt and determined in attack.

At first I watched her closely and thought I must have seen her before.
A resemblance struck me, and I remarked to my mother, "How like that
girl is to Charlotte, who lived with us." "She is her sister," said she.
I was startled, for a feeling came ov