I could scarcely sleep that night. Pender seemed to me the most
delicious woman I had ever poked. What if excitement had brought back
the clap! what if I had clapped her! I had never after the clap had a
woman until the doctor said I might. When I awakened, to my joy my prick
was as dry as a bone; a woman was what I had wanted to complete my cure.
The next minute my prick was stiff as I thought of Pender's charms.
It was a lovely morning, every available hand in house and farm was sent
off to scatter the hay which on the previous night had been heaped up,
Mrs. Pender excepted, whose dairy duty kept her at the farm. I caught
her in the cow-house to her astonishment, for it could not have been
more than six A.M. To rush up to her, and kiss her was instantaneous.
She repulsed my wandering hands. "Oh! sir, don't now,--no never, never
again (married women always say that), Missus will be coming,--no
never,--I'm a married woman,--now pray,--you shant." I got her back up
against a wall, my hand on her fringe, my mouth pressed to hers; how
was it possible to resist? At ten paces was the stable, and the friendly
hay. What a ballocking I gave her, with the summer sun shining through a
window on to us, as we lay together in the early morning.
She sat down to milking with her cunt full of me. "They be all up at the
hay," said she, "but Missus comes every fine morning to the dairy (that
was true), she won't be here for an hour; but if she were, what would I
do? my husband will be back, he'll take breakfast to the fields, to save
time, in chance of wet again coming on. Oh! do go." There was certainly
all those chances. Off I went across the rick-yard, round the belt of
trees which skirted the house and gardens, so that I seemed to enter
from the opposite side to that where Pender sat milking.
"Is my aunt up?" "No sir, she won't be down till seven o'clock when
she goes to the dairy." I took a book, sat down till the servant
disappeared, then running by the path soon to be described, was in two
minutes in the farm-yard. Pender was in the dairy, resistance was vain,
and with her back up against the dairy wall we fucked. I cut back to the
house, and sat outside reading. Soon after aunt appeared.
Said she, "What is the matter, that you are up so early?" (I usually was
asleep at that hour.) "I could not sleep, dear aunt." "It would do you
good if you always got up early, come with me to the dairy." In five
minutes aunt and I were there. Lord, how Pender looked when she saw us
together!
Aunt took pleasure in her farm. Every morning if well she walked down to
it, saw how many eggs had been laid, and if butter-making, etc., went on
rightly. Pender attended, whilst aunt with spectacles on was looking at
the cream-pans, and asking questions, I looking as if deeply interested
in the matter, was pinching Pender's bum as she stood besides my aunt.
"How hot you are Pender," said my aunt looking at the woman. "It is
hot ma'am," she replied, perspiration streaming down her face. How very
uncomfortable she looked.
At breakfast aunt said, "What do you think Walter has been to the dairy
with me." "Lor'!" said my lady cousins, "that is wonderful; he to get
up so early!" "Have you had that dairy-maid long, aunt?" "Why don't
you recollect she was housemaid here once?" "No." Then aunt told the
history, which till then I did not know.
At the time of my unsuccessful attempt at a feel, she was engaged to
a young man; they quarrelled, he left the village to go for a soldier,
came back; again a quarrel, and again off he went. After a time he wrote
to say, he meant to marry another girl. Pender was in great grief. Just
then a head-man on the estate, about fifty-five years old, offered her
marriage, and in a reckless state of mind, she accepted him. Directly
afterwards her sweetheart came back, his statement was a false-hood,
told to try her. It was too late, and he went to America. "She is a very
nice, steady woman," said aunt, "they lead a quiet life, but I don't
think she is very happy, twenty-three and fifty-five are not a good
match."
Food was sent to some of the farm-laborers at a meadow half-a-mile off.
I had the pleasure of seeing my cousins, aunt, and two of the female
servants in big straw hats, go off to the field. They thought haymaking
good fun. I promised to join them, and directly they were out of sight
cut off to Pender, dodged all round the rick-yard to see if I was alone,
and found her tranquilly churning butter. The stable still appeared
the best place. Thither we went, and for the first time quietly, so to
speak, I saw the article, and all its surroundings, which had given me
several pleasures; and after fucking her I went to join my aunt, as I
had promised her.
I had soon enough of hay-making myself, so laid down in the shade
watching the hay-makers (nearly all women). As they moved along in rows,
lewd thoughts occupied my mind. One biggish woman attracted my notice by
her magnificent white teeth; looking at her short petticoats, and thick
legs, lewdness increased to a cock-stand. I stared so as she approached
me, that she could not fail to notice it. "It's hot," said I. "It be
sir." She stooped with her bum towards me, and lying down as I was, I
saw nearly to her knees. "What would I give," I thought, "to be close up
to your bum-cheeks." Dirty linen, dirty clothes, sweaty flesh, none of
those objections occured to me. Then I moved farther up the field to get
nearer, for working along the ridges, they had got away from my resting
place, and again laid down reading a newspaper. I covered my lap with
it, feeling my prick beneath it, then I pulled my prick out (what
risk!), and just as she heading the file of women came towards me, and
began turning round; I again spoke to her. She stopped, the others went
on; I lifted the newspaper; there stood my prick, red-tipped as a berry.
She looked at it, at me, and putting one hand up to her mouth as if to
stop her laughter, turned and followed on the others with her work. Soon
returning she was again facing me, I saw her white teeth as she smiled,
and her eyes fixed on me; the other women turned round, she stopped
for a moment, off went the newspaper, and she gazed at my doodle for a
second or two again. She was further off then, and I saw her speaking
to the woman just in front of her, who looked round; I thought she had
told, and in a funk left the hay-field.