.

My soiled shirt.--Jenny's account of herself.--Fucking and
funking.--Poor John!---Of her pudenda.--It's
sensitiveness.--Erotic chat.--Startled by a caller.--Her
married sister's unsatisfied cunt.--How she prevented having
children.--Doubts her husband's fidelity.--Jenny taught the
use of a French letter.--Hickery-pickery, and catamenial
irregularities.

When I got home I looked at my linen; never had it been in such a mess
after female embraces. I had taken no care about it, it was be-spunked
in an unusual degree, and lots of thinnish stains were on the tail which
made me think that one or both of us must have spent copiously. Then I
recollected that Jenny's cunt seemed very wet to me when I felt it after
I had spermatized her. There were no signs of blood, and taking stock of
the sensations I had experienced, "Jenny has had it before," I said
to myself. Then came a fear that her discharge was from a clap, but I
dismissed that from my mind. I had only once had the clap from a woman
not gay.

So I washed the tail of my shirt, laid it under my arse to dry, gave it
a natural stain of piss, and went to bed reflecting and wondering who
had first penetrated Jenny's privates.

A day or two afterwards I went to see her and shammed a knock. She
opened the door. "Oh!" she exclaimed as I entered, "now you shan't,--you
shan't again." "I shan't what my dear?" "I know why you came here,--but
you shan't." "I want a chat,---don't be foolish,--come here,--I won't do
anything,--I don't want anything,--but come here."

I got her into the parlour, and on to the sofa, then talked, then got
baudy. "Do just let me feel your thighs,--what harm can it do when
I have been between them." "No". "Just a feel,--there I won't put my
finger further,--oh! Jenny you like my finger,--be quiet dear,--just let
me feel it." Half an hour after she had said, "Now you shan't," my prick
was in her. No woman can refuse the cock which has once stretched her
cunt, she is at its mercy. We spent another afternoon in talking and
fucking, and she partly in crying and bemoaning her evil deeds.

I had not only opened her cunt, but opened her heart and mouth at the
same time. She was the funniest, frankest little woman I ever knew. She
told me all her past life, her future expectations, asked my advice,
deplored her wickedness to her young man, and all in an hour. She spoke
the same incessantly afterwards. In a fortnight I kne