In the afternoon in the farm-yard, there were people about, and no
chance of having Pender. My desire to have her was intense. After dinner
I went to the farm, Pender had gone home, so I strolled into the lane
which the farm-buildings abutted on.
Between the Hall and farm-yard was a shrubbery path; laurels, hollies
and evergreens nearly met over head. It joined a belt of walk and
plantation which skirted the lawns, gardens and a small paddock, and hid
the farm-yard from the house. It took two or three minutes to walk from
the farm to the house. The farmyard on the other side opened on to a
lovely village lane running between fields for a mile or so; on one side
the land belonged to my aunt, the other to another proprietor. No one
scarcely went along it but farm people. At one end were the two cottages
in which I had fucked the two sisters years before; lower down past
the farm-gates, were one or two other cottages in which lived
farm-labourers, and in one of them the Pender's. The lane then joined
the high-road, which led by a half-a-mile to the front of my aunt's
house, and to the village. The farm-gates were always closed at dark.
A great bell which when pulled set a dog barking was the way of getting
in, after dark.
Leaving the wicket-gate ajar, I went down the lane, it was darkish, a
fine summer night, but no moon. I knew where Pender lived, and by cunt
attraction strolled in front of the cottage, though fearing to be seen.
As I left the farm-gate, female hay-makers who had worked till dark,
passed, curtsying as they recognized me. I thought of Whiteteeth but
saw her not. Turning back from Penders after I had strolled past the
cottage, I went up the lane languishing with lust, and leaned against a
field-gate. I heard a step,--it was the woman with white teeth.
"Good night." "Good night sir." "Come here." She stopped, came close,
I laid hold of her arm, and drew her close to the gate. "Come into the
field with me, I will give you five shillings."
A slight chuckle, the white teeth show. "I dare not." But as she spoke I
had got her back up against the gate, and my hand on her grummit.
"My old man will be waiting me,--I can't." Lifting her clothes I tried
to impale her as she stood. "No, no,--some one will pass," said she in a
whisper. I put my hand on the latch, the gate opened, and we were in the
field; the gate closed with a snap. I led her along by a ditch to a turn
in the hedge; she made no resistance, in a minute we were buried in deep
grass, my doodle buried in her cunt, we had spoken in whispers, all was
silent excepting the insects which chirped in the hot summer's night.
How delightful these chance pokes are; there was my prick which had not
been washed since it had left Pender's cunt, now wetting to its roots in
the cunt of an unknown woman,--and I'd only just recovered from a
clap. Not a word had we spoken from the moment we entered the field.
We copulated in quietness. My prick did not uncunt, but I moved my arse
outwards, when with tightening grasps, a heave up, and a tightening of
her cunt, she whispered, "Go on doing it"
I could see the white teeth, but indistinctly, there was just sufficient
light to see outlines, and anything white, but no colour. "I don't think
I can, I have been doing it all day," I said.
"You've had one of the other women," said she in a whisper, "if I'd
knowed it, you should not have had me," and with a jerk she uncunted me.
"No," said I, "it's a joke." She raised herself slightly-to look me
in the face, but it was too dark. "I thought not," said she; then she
caught hold of my prick, fell on her back again, I saw indistinctly a
broad expanse of thigh and belly. "Let's feel,--let's look." Wide open
were her legs in a minute, I felt a great, cool belly, strong, thick
crisp hair, my fingers moved easily up the buttered love-trap, I could
not see the opening.
"Hush!" said she, "there is a footstep." Quiet on the grass we lay;
tramp, tramp it came, past, and died away. "I wonder who it be," said
she.
She had kept hold of my prick, and soon our bellies met. When done
she hurried me not out of her, seemed to like my indulgence, till she
whispered, "I must go, keep here till you can't hear my footsteps before
you come out, we be near the yard, and if I be seen I don't know what
they will say."
"My old man's at the 'Lion,' but I'll go straight home." "Perhaps he'll
have gone home." "Not he,--they allus sticks at the Public late, when
they works late." And with her cunt reeking, off she went.
I followed, intending to walk round to the front of the Hall. Passing
Pender's house, to my astonishment she was standing at the door. I went
up to her. "Oh!" said she, "Pender will be home, I expect him every
minute." She could hear his footsteps a mile off, but she would not let
me into the house.
Opposite to Pender's was also a field-gate, I persuaded her to come out
and stand there with me; the hedge hid anyone coming along the lane. "At
the first sound of a footstep," said I, "I will go into the field, and
you can cross to your house." I was longing for the woman, but scarcely
thought I could do it after my day's fucking. The idea of putting my
prick still wet with Whiteteeth's juices, into Pender's quim, stimulated
me; my cock stood (in those days if it stood it was sure of doing duty).
I closed up to her whispering love, and frigging her, she gradually
getting besides herself with pleasure. At length up went my prick into
her, and after a quarter of an hour's lamming, finished.
Meeting her husband in the lane might have caused suspicion, so into the
field I went, intending to wait till he passed, laid down, fell asleep,
awaking when it was broad daylight. I then waited two hours, walked
round to the Hall, waited in the front till the door was opened, then
went up to my room, and to bed. The servant saw me go in, and I imagine
thought I had been out in the grounds without her knowing it,--certainly
it never was known that I had been out all night.
I went to bed to rumple it, then down to breakfast, all the time
thinking of some lie as an excuse for being out all night. "You were
tired, and went to bed early I expect," said aunt. "Yes," said I. My
limbs were aching from exposure to night-air, as I spoke.