llion greeted his mate with a very wild whinney, and his
thick, black, india-rubber looking affair shot out in excitement as he
wanted to mount her in an instant. I kept my eyes on Pat, whose
blushing face only too plainly indicated how the scene affected her.

George held the mare's head, as Jerry mounted on her rump, but the
stallion's penis quite failed to find the exact place of entrance,
pushing and pushing without avail. "You must help him," said George, or
he'll never get in.

"Come on, Pat," I cried, "you take hold of it and point it right for
him, I'll help you, pushing her forward, it's nothing to mind doing."
Her trembling fingers grasped the shiny black looking tool, and pointed
it to the vulva of the little mare, who stood with her hind legs
planted firmly apart, without whisking her tail; my fingers opened the
slit a little, the stallion snorted, and with one plunge got in the
full length of his affair, seeming to shoot his sperm at the same
moment; in fact, Patty declared she quite felt the spasm shoot through
the thing, which swelled and stiffened as it throbbed, the mixed
emissions of the animal squirting all down the mare's thighs, as the
stallion repeated his strokes; but it was quickly over, he withdrew at
once and his tool hung down dripping and slimy, whilst we could see the
mare's cunt opening a little and quivering from the recent excitement;
both seemed satisfied, and Jenny was put back into her box at once,
Patty remarking:

"What a silly business, it is so soon over, I should want it again and
again: it's made me so randy for a fuck. Do have me, some one at once."
She had pulled up her skirts and was straddling over one end of the
stool, frigging herself, so to oblige Patty, I quickly pushed her
backwards, and got into her longing slit. The grind did not last long,
both being so hot for it, so it came off in a very few strokes.

"Now," said I, drawing out, "that was only just to steady ourselves. We
don't wish to be like animals, but enjoy the game properly; these short
rapid fucks give very little pleasure or satisfaction, the sensations
are much too transient."

"Hey! this is the game, is it? I've been watching your goings on
through that hole," said Aunt Gert, bursting in upon us. "You thought
everyone had gone to church, did you? and you, Patty Thompson, behaving
like that, when I always considered you such a quiet, virtuous girl.
Oh, fie! no wonder men think all girls are alike," in