him, and your cunt can't
speak." "Oh! sir you do say such funny things."

This went on for weeks. "Oh! it's my time, and it's not come on." Then
with joy, "Oh! I'm all right, but you can't do anything to-day,--oh! if
my Mistress should find out, or if my sister should come home and catch
you here,--oh! if the next-door neighbours should see you come here so
often, and tell my Mistress." One or another of these fears was always
upon her, but did not prevent our fucking. At that time Sarah was away,
and Louisa Fisher still ill, so Jenny had all my essence; and later on
as much as Louisa and Sarah spared me. As to my home, I had pretty well
done with fucking there.

Jenny's cunt was well-haired, and had rather large inner lips; not so
large as I have seen in many women, but larger than I liked. Her tube
was easy. What a fight I had when first I saw it. "I won't be pulled
about like that,--no it's shameful." "I dare say your John has seen it."
That always sent her off howling, and when she had subsided she let me
do as I liked. "It's a nasty thing to pull me about like that." But
it came soon to the old world-wide habit: a feel and a look before the
entry. The same woman who won't let you see the bottom of her belly at
first, will hold her cunt open for your inspection in a month. It
is breaking in a woman to baudiness which is the happiness of the
honeymoon, not the hard burst through a bit of gristle.

It had weighted on my mind ever since I had had her, and about three
weeks afterwards I told her my doubts of her then being a virgin.
She swore that no man had even put his hands on it till I did. "Am
I different from other woman?" She was indignant at the doubt, and
honestly and truly I believe. A schoolfellow used to look at her quim,
she at her schoolfellow's, she always thought hers was the most open of
the two, she always could put her finger up easily, "but you did hurt me
through, though I did not bleed. My sister says she did bleed a little
when she first had her husband,"--and Jenny now described her sister's
first night, and her sister's form, and rather wetted my lust for her
sister.

I came to the conclusion that she was born loose at her inlet, or had
broken through the cover when quite young, and that no prick had
rubbed her but mine; but her organ was a peculiar one in it's habit of
distilling its liquids.

I have told how my shirt was stained at first, and soon found that Jenny
was one of those women