MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
and hot; I every minute trying to wriggle my prick be-
tween her legs, coaxing and kissing, and begging. “What made you think of coming here with both of us in bed ?” said she at length. “Wanting you.” “It’s funny”, said she, and Mrs. downstairs.” “You know”, said I, “that unless you bawl she cannot hear.”
At length I told her that if I did not do it inside, I
.must do it outside, and began shoving my prick up and
down, which made her restless. 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 05, 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 won-
der, it was so small and tight on the outside. The feel- ing had a good eflect, and in half-an-hour I got up her
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