y before him, as if I had never seen her, "Are you doing
the housemaid's work young woman?" "Yes sir." "Arrange my room as
quickly as you can, for I am not well, and shall lay down there." "Yes
sir," said she looking so hard at me. "Do the room at once," said
the old butler. Off she went. I saw him go off on his errand, and ran
upstairs to my bed-room. There was Molly. I bolted the door, and pulled
out my prick. Never had Molly resisted me more, she struggled, fought.
What would happen if some one came? She would be ruined. "No one can
come my darling, all are out but cook, and if she misses you she will
think you have ran down to your mothers." But she struggled on, begged,
implored, she would meet me; she would do anything if I would desist
then, she was poorly and could not. It was useless. I had been against
my will chaste for some days. The fascination of the prick overcame her,
she yielded, I threw her at length on the bed, mounted, fucked, and in
half-a-dozen thrusts the job was done.

I recollect keeping her under me, and with my dawning senses what I
had seen a quarter of an hour before came through my mind. Prick up her,
and leaning on one elbow, I looked at her long; the possibility of
my prick then laying in Fred's spunk mixed with my own, instead of
horrifying; me as it would have done, had I thought about the matter
before in a cool state of mind, sent a delightful tittillation through
me. I grasped her firmly, drove my prick home again, and said looking
her in the face, "Fred has just fucked you."

"Oh!" said she with such a start that she uncunted me, "oh I what a
wicked story,--let me go." But I was flat on her, she writhed, said I
was insulting her; but my prick drove on, it hit, and went up. "I
am sure he has,--shove, shove,--I saw him--shove--leave the
room--shove--and you came out the other door,--shove, shove,
shove,--lay quiet,--shove, shove, shove." "Oh! let me go." "I
shan't,--shove,--wriggle,--shove,--oh! my love,--ah!--ah.--a!
oh--o!--ah!" Our wet lips met, and the final wriggle settled
our movements, sighs and conversation. She was quiet enough now,
tranquillized by her pleasure.

"Oh! if some one comes." "I will say you are not here, and no one can
enter. Fred has just fucked you."

"It's a lie," said she rolling off the bed, and going off quickly with
her cunt full.

The butler came back with the medicine, I threw it down the closet, and
went down to the dining-room. In an hour or so,