A minute's reflection made me wiser. I got upon the hay-rick again, saw
men and women in the hay-field a long distance off, I called out
names of one or two I knew,--no one answered, went into the farm-yard,
hollowed there, no one answered, thence went into the cow-house,--there
was she milking.
I stood by the cows, pulled my prick out, begged her to let me do it
again, talked all the baudiness I could, reminded her of when first I
wetted my fingers in her red-stained cunt, lifted up the cow's tail,
swore if she did not let me I would put my prick up the cow. It was
funny to see a woman whose cunt was full of sperm pulling vigorously
at a cow's teats, whilst a man with his prick exposed was holding up
a cow's tail showing its cacked arse, and not too clean cunt. What
absurdity will not a lewd man do?
"I must get this done, I am frightened, we shall be seen, we shall be
caught," said she. I dropped on my knees, and as she went on milking,
put my fingers up her petticoats, the slit was wet with my leavings. I
pulled her face towards me to kiss, whilst she kept tugging at the cow's
teats.
When the cow was dry she took the pail across the yard to the dairy,
emptied it, and came back, looking in all directions, called out some
name, but all were at the hay-making, heavy drops of rain were falling.
"Come to the stable," said I, and laying hold of her pulled her in that
direction.
I partly coaxed, partly pulled her, she looked uneasily round the
farm-yard, and we entered the cowshed. At one end of it was a cart-horse
stable, close to that a large barn. With arm round her I led her towards
the barn, there was straw and hay there; but in the stable in the first
empty stall was a heap of fresh straw. I pushed her down on to it, the
next instant I was fucking her, and what a fuck! I shall recollect it to
the last day of my life, it was delicious. It was two months since I had
had a woman; here was a stout, fat-arsed, hard-fleshed, healthy country
woman; rough, dirty with work, but whose thighs were white, and whose
cunt was a clipper, who was randy, had every capability of giving a
man delight. No highly fed woman clad in silks and satins, could have
ministered to me as she did, as replying to my thrusts her cunt sucked
my prick up her, and we spent together.
I raised myself up without uncunting; the straw rustling and crushing
under us, too excited to lay still, after I had spent. She lay in quiet
enjoyment, till putting down one hand to feel round our bellies, I
roused her, then she wriggled, and out slipped my cock. "I must get up,
for God's sake let me."
We got up. I don't suppose that more than twenty minutes had passed
between my first, and my second poke, still my prick remained stiff. She
went quickly to the cow-shed, put down the milking-stool, sat down and
began again tugging at a cow's teats, I again standing by her side with
my privates hanging outside my trowsers.
I wanted to see her limbs, to feel her breasts. The idea of her cunt
squeezing out its moisture on to her chemise as she sat on the stool,
the desire to see every part of her, that irresistible want to see all,
feel all, and satisfy every sense which springs up in the mind of a
man when a woman has satisfied his voluptuousness for the first time
overcame me. She tugged at the teats. "Oh! go, pray do,--I won't,--you
shant,--ye've done me over.--oh! if you are seen here what will be
said?--don't now get a poor woman into trouble, the milking must be
done, if it's not what shall I say?" and tug, tug, went both hands
milking.
Said I, No one would come back until they had raked up the hay out of
harm from the rain. She knew better. "Yes they will if they are kept
late, some one will go to the Hall for beer, and they come back through
the rick-yard for cans; go away for God's sake." I went back to the
rick-yard, and saw a man coming as she had said, did not know which way
to make off, but the hay-stacks helped me, and I dodged up to the Hall;
it was about three minutes only from the farm-yard, and led to it by a
lovely shady walk.
Female servants only were in the house, even my aunt and cousins had
gone to the hay-meadow; soon a man emerged from the Hall with two huge
cans in his hands: it was Pender's husband. He went off with them filled
I suppose. I walked across the lawn and pleasure-gardens which the
fields surrounded, saw him in the distance, then made my way to
the cow-house again. "He's gone." "I have been so frightened," said
she,--but did not say it was her husband. She was still at the cows
teats.
I would not be repulsed, nearly upset a pail of milk, and swore I would
have her again. She refused, prayed me, then promised she would, if I
would let her take the milk into the dairy. Permitting it, she stayed
a few minutes, then out she came, looked all round, again called out a
name before entering the stable. The next minute we were on the straw,
my hand between her thighs. "You have washed your cunt," said I. "I did
it in the dairy," said she.
I had a grope, tickled her clitoris, got my mouth on to her belly, my
lips outside her cunt, we fucked, and again she went to her cow's teats.
All this was in broad day-light, although evening was coming on.
She finished milking. "I ought to go to the hay," said she; but I would
not let her, held her back, and swore if she went I would follow her.
"What have I done?" said she, "I must be mad." Then she took as was her
custom, milk up to the Hall, I awaited her return, looking at my cock
from which to my delight, all signs of gleet had gone.
For some time I had had mostly gay women, this was a return to old
times. It was pleasant to have a fuck on the sly, with a woman who
showed real pleasure, who shivered with delight, and grasped me like a
vice. Besides there was the stinging element of adultery. I laughed
to myself at the idea of her husband's prick going up where I had been
three times; my prick began to stiffen, and then droop, then rise again.
I felt sure that, at the feel of her quim I should be all right. "If I
can once get it up her, once feel her cunt-lips closing round it, get a
good clip round her buttocks, I am sure I can fuck her again before they
come back from the hay-field," thought I gently frigging my cock, and
looking through a crack in the door.
She came back. I went at her in the cow-house; the only immediate fear
now was that a servant might come from the Hall. To make the story
short, I got her into the barn, where the light was less; and she let me
do more as I liked. I had a look at a thick brown-haired motte, a belly,
and a pair of white round thighs a duchess might have been proud of,
I kissed her cunt, and fumbling about from her navel to her arse-hole,
fucking her with a long lingering fuck which left us both silent, and
enervated. My cock lingered up her as I lay quiet, squeezing my belly up
to hers, my lips still against her rosy mouth, and said, "You will have
a boy this day nine months."
And she did have a boy that day nine months. A second time that prophecy
had come true alas!
With a kiss we parted; men were returning from the fields. I got to the
Hall. At dinner my aunt said, "Walter you should have given us help, all
should help hay-making, when rain comes on; but you are too lazy; what
have you been doing?" "Dear aunt, I have been reading steadily ever
since." Said she, "How fond of reading you are for a young man of your
age; how you can like to be so much alone, as you have been lately I
cannot imagine, it would be better if you took more exercise." She did
not know the condition my cock had been in. And my mother was delighted
at my being in the country, thinking I was getting steadier, and away
from bad company.
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