I felt now sure the boy had had her, and next day I did not dine with my aunt, but again got to the top of the grotto. Joey came in first, she after. “Your uncle is looking sharp after you,” said she directly she entered. “Does he guess?” said he. “Don't know, but don't you look at me when I'm in the dining-room.” While saying this they felt each other, both standing up. He had thrown his left arm over her shoulder, his right was up her petticoats. “Make haste,” said she, and placing her bum against the edge of the heavy rustic table, she pulled up her petticoats, caught hold of his prick, guided it to her cunt, straddling her legs apart to get to the proper level, and, so both standing, they fucked with heads over each other's shoulder. They were quiet for a minute after the spend, then she kissed him loudly, gave him a push, down dropped her clothes, and she went off instantly saying, “Tomorrow, if it don't rain.” — They had only been a few minutes together. — She alone was in a hurry, Joey leisurely looked at his cock and then went out. Something must have disturbed him, for he came back and stood by the side of the grotto, not far from the front of the slope by which I got up to the roof. — Then he ran off. — I was frightened he would see me, for I was getting down from the roof when he returned, and I caught sight of him thru the foliage. They said a few more words to each other than I have written here, but I only heard them partially.

Chapter V

My letch for Tomlin. • An assault. • Slight resistance. • What's for dinner? • Cook this. • Sham displeasure. • Aunt out. • After dinner. • My bed-room. • Tail in tail. • The grotto again. • The dog's food. • Joey's fears and regrets. • Against the table. • A holiday out. • The brothel at ***. • Complete enjoyment. • Tomlin's widow-hood. • Confession of lust. • Her husband's lechery. • No fears. • Joey's future. • A round of visits. To London.

The sight was delicious, tho I had only seen Joey's cock which was a boyish one, and one of her legs to the knee; for when she lifted her petticoats for him to look at her quim, her back was towards me. When fucking they were just under me. — But I knew she was a fine plump woman. — And I now knew, a hot cunted one. — I was sure she had seduced Joe, and not Joe she. Getting down, my prick aching with stiffness, and thinking of how to get into her, I went off thru the farm yard as I often did, and down the lane where Pender once lived, then round to the house and rang the bell twice before the front door was opened. “I beg your pardon, sir,” said she, “for keeping you waiting. I was up stairs when you rang.” — Perhaps to wash your cunt, I thought.

Imprudent as it was, for my aunt and cousin were dressing, I kissed her. “Oh, don't sir, you'll be seen,” said she. She looked round with anxiety. Again I kissed and clutched her round the bum. “I've been longing for you ever since I saw you.” She no longer dropped her eyes in the demure, sham-modest way, which is always the way with a woman who knows a thing or two more than she ought, and whose hidden fires are strong; but looked me fully in the face with a smile. Then I walked into the dining room, she following.

“Are you having your dinners.” “Yes, sir.” — Get me something directly you have done.” Ten minutes after she came to me. “What shall I get you, sir.” “A night gown, and you and I will go to bed together.” I never saw woman look more astonished. Of course I knew now that I might take any liberties. — Then I kissed her, praised her hair and flattered her. “Did I like the color,” she asked. — Yes I did. — “What color is it down there?” pinching her clothes at the spot. “What shall I get you, sir?” she said again. “A night gown.” “Oh, do say what you would like, sir. Mistress will be coming down.” “Ask the cook what I can have.” — Coming back she said there was no cold meat, should a chop be cooked.

I looked at my watch. In twenty minutes my aunt would be down. The carriage was ordered I knew, and she was punctual. I was boiling over with desire. Should I wait till my aunt had gone off before I went further, I thought, and made up my mind to do so; but looking at the woman quite upset me, and in the reckless mood, which overtakes me at times, I put my hand up her clothes. She struggled, “Oh, sir, don't,” and in undertone, “Mistress may come down at any moment, oh, don't.” Her back, retreating under my advance, was against the wall. She could retreat no further, my finger was well into the slit. — Then pulling out my prick, “You cook this for me, my darling.” She got away and opened the door. “I'll tell the cook, sir,” and off she went, but I saw that she looked at my stiff cunt-prober.

I rang after a while, “Is the chop ready?” “Not yet, sir.” She looked at my prick, which I was showing, and then round anxiously towards the staircase, and shaking her head as she saw me advancing towards her, she went off. A minute after, aunt and cousin came in-to the room.

What a pity I had not come into luncheon they said, and after a five minute's chat, I saw them to the carriage. The parlor maid closed the street door. — Then how she looked at me. She came into the dining room to lay the cloth. In an instant I was kissing her. — “What color is the hair there?” She was bolder al-ready. “I don't know I never looked.” She shammed displeasure, what did I take her for. “Why a sensible woman who liked fucking, fucking is in those lovely eyes of yours.” “Oh, what things to say.” I got a good feel up her. She objected, but resisted less. My cock was out. There was a sofa, I pushed her towards it. “Oh, if the housemaid should come in.” — Recklessly I locked the door, and pushed her on to the sofa; she lifted her legs ready for me, and cock was up cunt in a jiffy. How she liked it. I wonder if she thought of Joe's small cock there, when mine was up her; I shall never know that, but I thought of his cock having been in the same hole two hours before, and also that she would never know what I was thinking about.

Then she laid the cloth whilst my sperm was on her thighs, I'll swear, — for the accumulation of a healthy abstinence of some days, a long continuance for me then, was there. We now talked of fucking quite calmly. What a shame to treat her so. — “You liked it.” She didn't. “Well you will after I have had something to eat.” She had been so hurried to serve me, that she had scarcely eaten her own dinner she said. “Go and finish it my love, and you'll fuck better.”

The chop came, I could scarcely eat for excitement. — “Let's poke again.” “No, we shall be caught.” “Go to my bed-room when I have dined.” “Impossible.” It was quite impossible: the plan of the house I have de-scribed before. There was the servant's staircase, my bed room next to Joe's, and just past it the lobby connecting with the servant's rooms. “Take away the things, I'll go to my room, say you are going to your bed room, but turn into mine, and we will enjoy each other.” “Impossible,” the housemaid would be arranging her mistress' room. “Wait till she has done.” I laid hold of her, swearing to have her again on the sofa if she did not agree, and told her that years before a servant had done it with me in that very room.

I went to my room, heard the housemaid about, and then move off. Soon after, my door (left ajar) opened, and in Tomlin came. In an instant she was on the bed with her clothes up to her navel. A sniff, a feel, a hurried look and we were fucking. Then she went down stairs, returned, and was rewarded by a bum basting. She was grateful for it, — never woman enjoyed more, — she did not disguise her pleasure.

I inspected her charms after a wash in my basin and she inspected mine. She fondled my prick in silence.

— “Go down and come up in half an hour,” said I for I was not up to further work. “Master Joe will be just then home for school unless he meets Mrs.,” said she, — and sure enough he came home. I began to wonder if he had ever had her in his bedroom. — He usually waited near the village for his grand mother's carriage at that hour, and drove out with her; but the at-traction of a spanking backside and a hairy quim, I knew full well, would bring him, as it had brought me home once.