felt the wet gash. My prick the
next instant was buried in it, and we were fucking.

"Don't,--oh.--take it out,--do,--oh!--oh!--ohoe!" she murmured. She
had fetched me, and pump; pump, pump, pump, went my spunk up her. Then
delicious oblivion. As I came to myself I found her arse still moving.
"Oh! do" she murmured. She was besides herself, with desire to spend.

But my prick instead of obeying me as it usually did on such exciting
occasions, refused, and shrinking left her cunt, to my intense vexation.
"I haven't done it," said she softly, and with disappointment as her bum
ceased its labors, and my tool lay dropping outside her quim.

We spoke no more, but I lay trying to squeeze it up again. To stiffen it
I felt up and round her, rubbed the tip on her spermy nymphoe, she made
gentle efforts to second me, but it was of no use, so I rolled off.
She sat up, and after looking at me for a minute with eyes filled with
baudiness, began like all women, to feel if her hair was all right.
"Were you just coming my dear?" She made no reply.

She had not taken any care to arrange her dress, it had dragged up
behind her bum, and the petticoats were up to her knees, the leg which
had lost its garter was half naked. Taking her round the waist I put my
hand on to her cunt, and titillated the clitoris. She let me go on,
and continued feeling about her hair. Then looking me full in the
face, looking as if she were ready to spend, she pushed me away.
"Don't,--don't,--I don't like it done that way." "You can do it that
way yourself, can't you?" "Of course I can." "I shall soon fuck again."
"Oh! I dare say," and she walked to the looking-glass, then went to the
window, and looked out into the garden without paying any heed to my
exciting remarks. I sat on the sofa feeling my cock, and trying to
stiffen it, but it was useless; so I tried to interest her in something
else, feeling annoyed, though I had nothing to be ashamed of.

CHAPTER XXIII.

Jenny's bed-room.--The money hid.--On the bed.--Fears of
maternity.--Inspection of sex.--The use of a husband.--
Another Sunday.--Regrets and refusal.--Resistance overcome.--
Jenny's ignorance.--Her Master returns.--Difficulty in
getting at Jenny.--Her sister waylaid.--Against a fence.--
Jenny's marriage, and rise in life.

"Why don't you take the money?" said I. "You really mean it?" "Of
course." She took it up. "It's a real God-send,--it comes just in
ti