ent on milking,
put my fingers up her petticoats, the slit was wet with my leavings. I
pulled her face towards me to kiss, whilst she kept tugging at the cow's
teats.

When the cow was dry she took the pail across the yard to the dairy,
emptied it, and came back, looking in all directions, called out some
name, but all were at the hay-making, heavy drops of rain were falling.

"Come to the stable," said I, and laying hold of her pulled her in that
direction.

I partly coaxed, partly pulled her, she looked uneasily round the
farm-yard, and we entered the cowshed. At one end of it was a cart-horse
stable, close to that a large barn. With arm round her I led her towards
the barn, there was straw and hay there; but in the stable in the first
empty stall was a heap of fresh straw. I pushed her down on to it, the
next instant I was fucking her, and what a fuck! I shall recollect it to
the last day of my life, it was delicious. It was two months since I had
had a woman; here was a stout, fat-arsed, hard-fleshed, healthy country
woman; rough, dirty with work, but whose thighs were white, and whose
cunt was a clipper, who was randy, had every capability of giving a
man delight. No highly fed woman clad in silks and satins, could have
ministered to me as she did, as replying to my thrusts her cunt sucked
my prick up her, and we spent together.

I raised myself up without uncunting; the straw rustling and crushing
under us, too excited to lay still, after I had spent. She lay in quiet
enjoyment, till putting down one hand to feel round our bellies, I
roused her, then she wriggled, and out slipped my cock. "I must get up,
for God's sake let me."

We got up. I don't suppose that more than twenty minutes had passed
between my first, and my second poke, still my prick remained stiff. She
went quickly to the cow-shed, put down the milking-stool, sat down and
began again tugging at a cow's teats, I again standing by her side with
my privates hanging outside my trowsers.

I wanted to see her limbs, to feel her breasts. The idea of her cunt
squeezing out its moisture on to her chemise as she sat on the stool,
the desire to see every part of her, that irresistible want to see all,
feel all, and satisfy every sense which springs up in the mind of a
man when a woman has satisfied his voluptuousness for the first time
overcame me. She tugged at the teats. "Oh! go, pray do,--I won't,--you
shant,--ye've done me over.--oh! if you are seen