back again.

The kitchen was on the ground-floor, separated from the body of the
house by a short passage. I got her on to my knees, I was now a big
fellow, and though but a boy, my voice was changing, she chaffed me
about that; then my hand went up her petticoats, and she gave me such a
violent pinch on my cock (outside the clothes), that I yelled. Whenever
I was getting the better of her in our amatory struggles, she said "oh!
hush! there is your aunt knocking," and frightened me away, but at last
she was sitting on my knees, my hand touching her thighs, she feeling
my prick, she felt all round it and under. "You have no hair," she said.
That annoyed me, for I had just a little growing. Then how it came about
I don't recollect, but she consented to go into the parlor with me,
after we had sat together feeling each other for a time, if mine could
be called feeling, when my lingers only touched the top of the notch.
I took up the candle. "I won't go if you bring a light," said she, so I
put down the candle, and holding her by the arm, we walked through the
passage across the little hall, to the front parlour; she closed the
door, and we were in the dark. And now I only recollect generally what
took place, it seems as if it all could but have occupied a minute, or
two, though experience tells me it must have been longer.

We sat on a settee or sofa, she had hold of my prick, and I her cunt,
for she now sat with thighs quite wide open. It was my first real feel
of a woman, and she meant me to feel well. How large and hairy, and wet
it seemed; its size overwhelmed me with astonishment, I did not find the
hole, don't recollect feeling for that, am sure I never put my finger in
it, all seemed cunt below her belly, wet, and warm, and slippery. "Make
haste, your aunt will be in soon," said she softly, but I was engrossed
with the cunt, in twiddling it and feeling it in delighted wonder at
its size, and other qualities. "Your aunt will be in," and leaving off
feeling my cock, she laid half on, half off the settee. "No, no, not
so," I recollect the words, but what I was doing, know not; then I
was standing by her side, my cock stiff, and still feeling her cunt in
bewilderment. "I can't... stop..., get on to the sofa." I laid half over
her, my prick touched something--her cunt of course. Whether it went in
or not, God knows, I pushed, it felt smooth to my prick, then suddenly
came over me, a fear of some horrible disease, and I