was darkish, a
fine summer night, but no moon. I knew where Pender lived, and by cunt
attraction strolled in front of the cottage, though fearing to be seen.

As I left the farm-gate, female hay-makers who had worked till dark,
passed, curtsying as they recognized me. I thought of Whiteteeth but
saw her not. Turning back from Penders after I had strolled past the
cottage, I went up the lane languishing with lust, and leaned against a
field-gate. I heard a step,--it was the woman with white teeth.

"Good night." "Good night sir." "Come here." She stopped, came close,
I laid hold of her arm, and drew her close to the gate. "Come into the
field with me, I will give you five shillings."

A slight chuckle, the white teeth show. "I dare not." But as she spoke I
had got her back up against the gate, and my hand on her grummit.

"My old man will be waiting me,--I can't." Lifting her clothes I tried
to impale her as she stood. "No, no,--some one will pass," said she in a
whisper. I put my hand on the latch, the gate opened, and we were in the
field; the gate closed with a snap. I led her along by a ditch to a turn
in the hedge; she made no resistance, in a minute we were buried in deep
grass, my doodle buried in her cunt, we had spoken in whispers, all was
silent excepting the insects which chirped in the hot summer's night.

How delightful these chance pokes are; there was my prick which had not
been washed since it had left Pender's cunt, now wetting to its roots in
the cunt of an unknown woman,--and I'd only just recovered from a
clap. Not a word had we spoken from the moment we entered the field.
We copulated in quietness. My prick did not uncunt, but I moved my arse
outwards, when with tightening grasps, a heave up, and a tightening of
her cunt, she whispered, "Go on doing it"

I could see the white teeth, but indistinctly, there was just sufficient
light to see outlines, and anything white, but no colour. "I don't think
I can, I have been doing it all day," I said.

"You've had one of the other women," said she in a whisper, "if I'd
knowed it, you should not have had me," and with a jerk she uncunted me.

"No," said I, "it's a joke." She raised herself slightly-to look me
in the face, but it was too dark. "I thought not," said she; then she
caught hold of my prick, fell on her back again, I saw indistinctly a
broad expanse of thigh and belly. "Let's feel,--let's look." Wide open
were her legs in a minute, I felt a g