"What shall
I say about the broach?" "That you bought it,--let's lay down and talk."
She yielded instantly, I threw up her clothes, she pushed them down.
Then I lay feeling her quim, and got out her bubbies, she submitted,
laying with her eyes closed, till my rubbing on her clitoris made her
sigh. Then up her, I felt her wetting my prick-stem, and shot my sperm
into her at that intimation of her pleasure.

It was about seven o'clock, I had been nearly five hours at my
amusements, and was tired; but had that day an irrepressable prick. It
began to stiffen almost directly it left her cunt. I went down with her
to tea, there I pulled her on to my lap, and we began to look at _Fanny
Hill_. I could not get a word out of her, but she looked intently at the
pictures. I explained their salacity. "Hold the book dear, and turn over
as I tell you." Then I put my fingers on her cunt again. How sensitive
she was. "Let's come upstairs." "No," said she, reluctantly, but up
we went, and fucked again. Then she groaned, "Oh! pray leave off,--I'm
almost dead,--I shall have one of my fainting fits." "Lay still darling,
I shall come soon,"--but it was twenty minutes hard grinding before my
sperm rose.

Then she laid motionless and white through nervous exhaustion,
excitement, and loss of her spermatic liquid, which I kept fetching and
fetching in my long grinding. She told me afterwards that she could
not tell how often she spent. I had never been randier or stronger, nor
enjoyed the first of a woman more.

She was a most extraordinary girl. After the first fuck she was like
a well-broken horse; she obeyed me in everything, blushed, was modest,
humbled, indifferent, conquered, submissive; but I could get no
conversation out of her excepting what I have narrated. She cried every
ten minutes, and looked at me. After each fuck she laid with her eyes
closed, and mouth open, and turned on her side directly, putting her
hand over her quim, and pulling her clothes just over her buttocks.
Then after I had recovered and began to talk, a tear would roll down her
cheek.

About nine o'clock she said. "Do go, my sister will be here,--and the
bed wants making." At the door I put her against the wall and rubbed
as well as I could my flabby cock between her cunt-lips. She made no
resistance. "We'll fuck again to-morrow Jenny." "I'll never let you
again," said she, "for you shan't come in,"--and she shut the door on me
with a slam.

CHAPTER XIX