Nothing is so irritating as spending outside a long coveted cunt, when
another thrust or two would have left the sperm up it,--it is maddening.
I could think of nothing but the girl; although I had barely felt, and
had seen nothing of her charms, she seemed to me perfection. For a day
or two I got no chance, so I wrote on a bit of paper, "You will get
into a mess, unless you meet me to-night; I'll be in the barn at eight
o'clock; come in through the wicket,"--or something to that effect. It
was intended to frighten her, for she avoided me. I pushed the note into
her hands at the Hall.
I walked through the farm-yard, afterwards and saw her, she shook
her head as I passed. I said rapidly,--Pender was in sight,--"You had
better." In the evening I hid myself in the loft, allowed the barndoors
to be closed, and should have had to stay all night there if some one
had not undone one of the wickets; they fastened them outside.
I had been there a long time, it was dark. "I am in here till to-morrow
morning," I thought, and walked up and down barely restraining
myself from frigging, such was my state of lust. It was possible that
circumstances might prevent her from coming, and I had given up hope,
when the wicket opened, It was she; she came up into the loft; I caught
her in my arms.
"What do you want?--you ain't a going to tell?--you ain't heard anybody
say anything?" said she. I could not see, but felt her tears, reassured
her, told her I loved her: who would know but us two? "What harm have
I done you?" said the poor girl, "Giles is going to marry me, that's
different,--oh I don't know." I had pushed her on to some hay,
threatening her one minute, coaxing her the next.
I was feeling her. My hand was roving over a plump little bum and belly,
my finger entered a tight little split on which was a little crisp hair,
my prick followed my finger, and on the new sweet hay, belly to belly,
but not mouth to mouth (she would not kiss), my prick revelled in a cunt
which seemed divine, and was soon drowned in a pond of its own making.
"Mother's better, and has gone down the lane to Pender's," said she,
"if she comes back she will wonder where I am,--let me go." I would
not, until I had again enjoyed her; and then the lass enjoyed me. She
unclosed the wicket in the rick-yard which let me out. I got across a
field into the lane, went past the farm-gates, and there stood Molly
with her mother. "Good night," said I to the mother, then passing
Pender's cottage, I went round, and up to the Hall.
I thought that having fucked Molly I should be contented; but the little
cunt, the little hair, the small bum, made me want Molly again. I could
not get her, she evidently did not wish for me; I had had her against
her will, and so had her again afterwards. Perhaps only seemingly
against her will, for though she resisted, and accused me of breaking my
word, she had spent with me, and was to spend again, perhaps in spite of
herself.
I cannot recollect the name of Molly's swain, though I have tried hard,
so call him Giles,--it is a bumpkin's name.
*********
Please support me on my ko-fi account by donating at,
https://ko-fi.com/aayume
I really appreciate your donations.
Thank You.
Or, You can buy the whole book at,
https://ko-fi.com/aayume/shop