ears? My heart beat audibly with these tumultuous
thoughts as I knocked at the door. To my horror I felt my prick
shrinking as I stood on the landing feeling it through my trowsers
pocket.

Mary opened the door, surprise in her eyes, and a slight look of fear.
"You sir!" "Is your Mistress in?" "No sir." To step inside, close the
door, place my arms round her, and kiss her rapturously was the work of
an instant. She kissed me, and I her for a minute, and glory to God
my prick was like a rod of hot iron standing up against my belly, and
throbbing to emit its juices up the dear girl's cunt, against which its
poor little tip not twenty-four hours before had dangled and rubbed so
uselessly.

A stoop, a struggle. "Adun now--Master,--you shant,--oh! you musn't,"
and again I was upright, my lips on her sweet lips, my finger on her
clitoris, her face scarlet with modesty, her eyes closed. What woman can
long withstand that irritating, voluptuous, restless movement, of the
male finger on her cunt? Soft words now, "Oh! don't," as I stooped down
to lift her petticoats, and she pushed them over my hand. Another slight
struggle, again our lips meet, again my finger rubs the smooth clitoris,
now her hand grasps a hot prick, and with her lips to mine she
stands with her back up against the wall of the passage close to the
street-door on the door-mat. So we stand kissing and feeling, I don't
know how long, for who can count time in such delights.

"Come to the parlour, come." "No, no,--oh I pray." I edged her along,
one hand still up her petticoats, she trying to push them down. "No I
won't,--there now." "Do Mary dear,--let's do it,--I'm a man,--let's do
it,--look, look how my prick throbs for you,--it will spend." Removing
my hand from her cunt, I seized hold of both her hands with mine, and
began gently dragging her along the passage to the parlour, she leaning
back gently resisting, I leaning back tugging her, my prick red-tipped,
stiff, and throbbing standing out in its randy glory between us.

I got her into the parlour, a flood of sunshine struck full on us from
the back window as we did so (windows both back and front in the long
room). There she seemed half unconscious. Kind of heart, pitying,
liking me, her splendid healthy physique, her fully-developed passions,
passions of which she had tasted the full pleasure, but which had been
for a long time ungratified, were roused to intensity by the feel of my
prick, by my groping