or she liked the poking. Dusk was coming on, she
got lights, she fetched some liquor, and after the liquor I got her to
lay on the sofa (for we then had gone downstairs), and on pretence
of kissing her quim I got her to open her thighs wide, and saw in the
twilight what I had seen before, large and ugly inner-lips. For all that
I fucked her again, after frigging myself up gently to stiffness, and
fucked as if it was the last bout with a woman I was ever going to have.
Then I left at her earnest entreaties before her sister returned. I had
been there six hours.

I called on Jenny next day. She was in a way. Her sister directly she
had returned home said she must go and see her husband; and spite of
Jenny's entreaties not to leave her alone, had gone and never returned
all night. Jenny could not make out the reason, but thought that she
went away expecting to find her husband with a woman. She returned to
sleep as usual on the Monday night with Jenny, I found subsequently.

That day I went off without poking Jenny, and slunk away ashamed. I
was done up with poking her sister. Jenny seemed astonished, but said
nothing.

Afterwards I got out of Jenny cautiously all I wanted to know about her
sister. The result was, that finding on the next Sunday fortnight, Jenny
was again going out with her young man, and the sister again would be
left in the house, I went there. The woman's astonishment was great, and
I believe she was genuinely distressed at seeing me. I attacked her for
a time fruitlessly, she would not move from the street-door. "Did you
not swear when I let you do it the last time, you would never come near
me again, and never tell any one?" said she.

I could not deny it, had great difficulty with her, and thought I never
should succeed. For full an hour with her back against the wall of the
passage did she stand, refusing to move. I pulled up her clothes, felt
her cunt, knelt on the mat, got my head up her petticoats, my nose on
her motte, my mouth on her thighs and cunt, my hand round her marbly
buttocks, and held her kissing, sniffing, and groping my fingers between
her bum-cheeks, and the red orifice which I wanted to plug. In her
struggles to prevent me she once nearly fell, but she got away.

But what woman who has been fucked by a man could withstand an hour's
persistent feeling, cunt-kissing, baudy talk, and beseeching. I
conquered, and fucked her on the sofa. She did not rush out to wash her
cunt as she