on the bed, two off, my belly touched hers and
pressed her down; with my right hand I guided my prick to her slit. Her
hour had come, "Oh! for God's sake, leave me, I will let you another
day,--I will,--not now,--oh! if you knew!--oh! now!--oh!..."

It was all but over, my fingers were feeling their way, my prick between
them, every motion she made to help herself, helped me; I held her down
with force until I felt my penis was on the notch, but as it touched the
slippery sides of the red orifice, the first pang of pleasure came and
my sperm spat on to it. With a furious thrust I plunged up her and threw
my whole body over her, grasping her bum, quivering, wriggling, and
pushing. The deed was done, she knew it, and was as quiet as the grave.

The position was painful to both of us, I felt it in both my legs; she
moved uneasily saying, "I hope you will go." I had no such intention,
kept her down, and my prick in her as long as I could; then got up
quickly, hoping to see her spunk-trap whilst her thighs were open. A
woman seems always up to this, how quickly they shut them. She did, but
the light though feeble was close by, and I saw sperm outside; then she
sat at the side of the bed with her limbs uncovered, I stood naked with
doodle wet, flabby and shrunken, not a pretty picture at all. She begged
me to go, was tranquil, sat twisting up her hair, scarcely made attempt
to hide her limbs, all her anxiety was about her mistress finding me
in her room; but after a few minutes altercation, I was in bed with her
cuddling, and promising to leave directly I had fucked again.

I got into bed without my night-gown, hers was rolled up so that she
was all but naked, our naked bodies touched at all points, my hands were
free to rove everywhere. How she must have wanted it, only a woman with
twelve months abstinence from cock can tell; and when after feeling her
cunt well, and putting her unresisting hands round my pego, I pushed her
on to her back; there was no difficulty about her thighs, they opened at
once as I turned on to her, her frame thrilled, her tongue sought mine,
her hand clutched my naked back; she spent I verily believe before I
had began, and finished again with me a few minutes afterwards. About
day-break neither of us having closed our eyes, I went back to my room,
tired out.

My mother kept her bed the next day, so Susan and I had time to talk.
"I don't know what to do," said she, "we have made the sheet in such