Three days had made a great change in me. My prolonged abstinence from
women, and now my recovery, my taking more to animal food, wine, and
my usual mode of living, the quiet life I was leading, all my physical
forces at their highest. My cock stood from morning till night, not a
woman passed me, young or old, without my desiring them. I thought of
nothing else, and to this perhaps is due the variety of poking I got.
Luck usually falls to those who look out for it.
I have said there was a shrubbery round the grounds connecting with that
from the Hall to the farm; quite on the other side of the Hall were the
stables, and the gardener's house. None of the stablemen or gardeners
were on the farm-side. The servants of the Hall slipped down to the
farm to gossip, but it was not allowed. The only person who regularly
traversed the shrubbery was Mrs. Pender, who twice a day took milk, and
dairy produce to the Hall.
Half-way down this shrubbery-path was a path connecting with that which
went quite round the grounds. Cunningly contrived, and leading out of
it was one to a large privy, usual in such grounds as my aunt's. A large
octagonal house covered with ivy, with a door and two glass windows, a
house devoted to shitting, but large enough to hold a dozen people.
One or two days after I had had Whiteteeth and Pender, I dodged about
after the latter, but there were people about. I went off to the
hay-making, but there were only men carting hay; so I went sniffing
about the servants in the house, but nothing came of that. In the
afternoon I went to the farm-yard, and prowled about to find some
chance, and place to get Pender, and went up into the big loft in the
barn over the cart-shed. Why I went up there I don't know, and had not
been there a minute before I heard a scuffle, and a kiss. "I shant,
now--you saucy boy," said a female voice. Another kiss, and a scuffle.
"I must go to the house," said the female. I peeped: it was a nursemaid,
and my aunt's page. The girl ran off, leaving the page. They did not see
me.
My aunt's male in-door servants consisted but of a middle-aged butler
who had been in her service many years, a slow, solemn man, a widower,
and a page taken on when small, who had recently grown rapidly, and was
a heavy, stupid, gawky lad, between fifteen and sixteen years old, too
big for his place. My aunt, although always intending to dismiss him,
kept him on out of kindness, but at length had said, "Page must go, I
shall not give him a new suit, it will be waste of money." He looked
stupid as an owl, and as if an idea about cunt would never have entered
his mind.
This boy stood still reflecting, then unbuttoned his trowsers, pulled
out a stiff, big prick, and after pulling the prepuce down once or
twice, buttoned it up again; stood still, again unbuttoned, sat down
on some straw, reflected, and then frigged himself. After wiping his
fingers on the straw he went off, leaving me wondering at his lust, the
size of his doodle, and the quantity of spunk he shot. "That lumpish boy
to do that!" forgetting what I did, when only a little older than him.
"Hullo! what are you doing here?" said a voice.--it was Pender's. He
made no reply. "You'd better be off to the Hall, you've no business
here." "I was fetching the nurse-maid." "Well she's no business here;
you cut, they will be ringing for you." When the voices ceased I
descended, and went to the Hall.
The head farm-man had recently died, he, his wife and daughter, had
lived in the cottage in the farmyard. Pender's husband had taken his
place, but still lived in his cottage in the lane. The woman whose
husband had died attended to things in general, the daughter assisted
in the dairy, and worked very often up at the Hall. A pretty girl of a
common, rustic style of beauty, and about sixteen years old; she used to
curtsy to me when she met me, but I had never cast my eyes at her. As I
skulked out through the rick-yard into the shrubbery-walk leading to the
Hall I met her, stopped, and had a chat, a joke, and finished by a kiss,
which she took in very bad part, and wiped away with her hand, as if I
was quite disgusting. She was an only child, her name Molly.
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