She asked me if I would
tell the cook. "No." Gradually her thighs opened, I slipped down between
them, and felt my prick at the portals of her cunt.

The rest was quick enough. I felt my way through a mass of hair to
a low-down slit, a hole which seemed tight, and as I guided my tool,
fancied for an instant I was again going to have a virgin. I was
mistaken, but the entry needed a hard, sharp, and painful push to me,
and a comparatively easy passage followed. No sooner did I feel up, than
all came to an end, spending copiously I sunk on her, long before the
strokes could have told on her sensations, for in a savage voice she
said, "Now, get off, I hope you are satisfied, and that beast Brown has
got me as she thinks. Now, I suppose you are going."

I rolled off, but let her know I meant to stay. There seemed something
odd about her which awakened my curiosity. The knob of my tool seemed
to catch as it came out and hurt me, so I began feeling, which I had not
done before, nor did she want much solicitation to feel me, and as she
did so, it struck me she was not unaccustomed to the feel; but her cunt
was a wonder, it was so small and tight on the outside. The feeling
had a good effect, and in half-an-hour I got up her again. And what a
difference! After a few thrusts she gripped me like a vice, she did not
heave, but writhed and wriggled in a way which in my young experience I
never had noticed before; she threw her long legs round me and with her
equally long arms tried to feel my balls from behind. Then a certain
feeling of constriction in her cunt seemed to hurt, but it brought me to
the crisis just as with a last wriggle and sigh her limbs relaxed, and
she became quiet. I laid for some time in her, but although gradually
reducing, my prick did not come out. I attempted to withdraw it, and
it seemed sore and as if something caught the knob and kept it back. At
length out it came, and we both fell asleep.

Some one pushed me. It was the cook. "Now young devilskin," said she,
"be off, or you will be found out." It was broad daylight. She pulled
the clothes off us. I was on my back with my privates visible. There lay
Harriet on her back also, with everything visible from her knees to her
breasts, and I saw for the first time her black cunt-fringe. The cook
grined and awakened her. Up she got, off I went to my room, and found my
prepuce torn at the top, raw and all but bleeding.

When I saw them the next day Harriet wa