{"id":1561,"date":"2022-08-23T17:52:47","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T17:52:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1561"},"modified":"2022-10-26T08:37:29","modified_gmt":"2022-10-26T08:37:29","slug":"volume-five-chapter-seven","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1561","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Seven"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1561\" class=\"elementor elementor-1561\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-section-wrap\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-d01b07a elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"d01b07a\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-3e1f8bd\" data-id=\"3e1f8bd\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-4d8816a elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"4d8816a\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/6lZhZgQHLp46UiP9vj4Gtm\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-2365059\" data-id=\"2365059\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-ad65998 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"ad65998\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/2k1OUlYRtBeNUUXLTZ7kwm\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-63c044b elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"63c044b\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-547448c\" data-id=\"547448c\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-9e86395 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"9e86395\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section data-id=\"8b9bfe2\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div><div data-id=\"96e9c2b\" data-element_type=\"column\"><div><div data-id=\"c09e214\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\"><div><div title=\"Page 898\"><div><div><p><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 7<\/b><\/p><p><i>Bates in deshabille. \u2022 Caught and taught. \u2022 In rut. \u2022 Hannah again. \u2022 A mixture of juices. \u2022 Erotic reveries. \u2022 My luck. \u2022 Hannah\u2019s monthlies. \u2022 In the summer house. \u2022 Hannah ill. \u2022 \u201cWhat\u2019s impregnation?\u201d \u2022 Bates surprises me. \u2022 Her disclosures. \u2022 With child. \u2022 Preparing to leave. \u2022 Uncle returns. \u2022 Bates\u2019 sister. \u2022 Hannah in London. \u2022 My mother\u2019s dining table. \u2022 Hannah Fitzgerald departs.<\/i><\/p><p>Bates looked so nice with her loose dress and sleepy eyes. She had put a gown loosely over her night gown, which was partly undone in front, \u2014 and showed some of her breasts. \u2014 The gown hung close to her haunches, she carried a candle, and I gave her a hard pinch on her bum as she passed. She went to aunt\u2019s room, back again past mine (another bum pinch), soon back with hot water, and as she came past that time, I stood with prick out, inside my door. When she had gone into aunt\u2019s room, I knocked at the door and asked if I could help. \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s very kind of Walter,\u201d I heard aunt say. She was in great pain and only wanted poultices, and for an hour Bates kept going backwards and forwards to the kitchen. \u2014Whenever she passed me I kissed her, or pinched her, or showed my nakedness, and worked her up to a good pitch of lewedness. Hannah, with her mother, had no idea of what was going on outside aunt\u2019s room.<\/p><p>At length I heard Hannah in the lobby say, \u201cThat will do, you can go to bed \u2014 I will do all that mother wants more,\u201d and she shut the door, locked it, and I heard the bolt shut. Bates was about to pass my door, my unsatisfied prick had been standing every ten minutes since it had come out of Hannah\u2019s pudenda, \u2014 and quick as I write this, I seized the woman by the waist, blew out the light which she held, and pulled her into my bed room. \u2014 \u201cOh pray, sir, oh don\u2019t, oh let me go. I shall lose my character and my place if,\u201d \u2014 and much more in a whisper. \u201cHold your tongue, don\u2019t speak or they will hear you. Don\u2019t be a fool, I will have you, I will fuck you.\u201d Neither of us raised our voices, we scuffled quietly, but she was randy and next minute I had her on the bed, my prick was up her, and what nearly went into Hannah, went out from me into Bates. \u2014 To my surprise when I was over and quiet, I felt her gently, almost\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">imperceptibly moving and wriggling with me. We lay and talked then, and I managed a few more stoutish shoves in the gluey hole, again felt it tighten and then she finished.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 899\"><div><div><p>\u201cIf they see me go out, I am ruined for life,\u201d said she. \u2014 I was still up her when she spoke. \u2014 \u201cLay still dear and let\u2019s do it again.\u201d \u201cNo let me go, oh if Mrs. Fitzgerald should be looking or listening.\u201d \u2014 There certainly was some ground for fear. \u2014 I did not want to harm the girl, nor to damage myself with my relations, and indeed was a little funky, \u2014 so nestling my belly up to hers and rubbing all I could squeeze out of her on to my balls, I got off. \u2014 All was quiet as the grave as I opened the door gently, and going to the angle of the corridor listening, heard the murmur of voices in aunt\u2019s room, whilst Bates took her candle stick and herself to her own room unobserved.<\/p><p>I chuckled at my pluck and luck, lit my candle, saw no stains where Bates\u2019 arse had lain, \u2014 and sitting clown at the edge of the bed felt my prick. \u2014 I wondered how long Hannah would be with aunt \u2014 and tho for the moment I did not physically want Hannah, yet such was my erotic state of mind that I longed for her.<\/p><p>I sat reflecting, and thought with baudy delight of my prick having been into both the women. What if I could fuck Hannah now \u2014 will she be long. I opened my door, listened, and heard nothing. \u2014 Hannah gone to her bed room? \u2014 I went into the corridor \u2014 there was no lamp \u2014 but enough light from a window just to see to move about slowly, saw aunt\u2019s door open, and Hannah come out with a candle in her hand. With great caution she closed aunt\u2019s door, and aunt was evidently asleep then. Hannah then saw me, started and with hurried gesticulations shook her head, raised her hand and pointed towards the servants\u2019 rooms. \u2014 It was to scare me off, but it did not. I walked across to her room and entered it before her, \u2014 she at the door holding up her hands and gesticulating, I beckoning her in. \u2014 She could not stand in the lobby long so in she came. \u2014 Was she hot cunted after all her fear and worry?<\/p><p>When together in the room again, she began crying, she was ill, how wicked it was of me \u2014 but in my excited baudy state, I cared nothing for that. In faintest voice I spoke, got her on to the bed, kissed her cunt and turned on to her. Then alas my prick was not stiff, it had not been out of Bates\u2019 receiver long. \u2014 I pinched it hard and frigged it, \u2014 it was large,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">swollen, but pendant. \u2014 \u201cDo go away,\u201d said she, looking at it. A woman who has had a few years\u2019 fucking, knows when a man\u2019s ready. She put her hand down to it. \u201cYou don\u2019t want me; now \u2014 go,\u201d said she, getting up.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 900\"><div><div><p>I said I did want her, and fingered my prick powerfully. \u201cLie down and you will see.\u201d \u2014 The sight of a prick entices a woman \u2014 down she laid and I mounted her. Then I was all right, stiffened, drove my cock up her cunt, and in a stroke or two more I hurt her. \u2014 The baudiness of the thought of rubbing in her cunt the mixture left from Bates\u2019 cunt on my prick, did all that was needful, and in a few minutes I had got our joint spendings running over my balls, and covering what had dried there out of Bates\u2019 quim. \u2014 I would not leave her till I had had her again that night, and in the intimacy of the bed, she let out that before her marriage she and my cousin Letitia (her sister) used to frig themselves together. I always opened a woman\u2019s heart. Then we parted. How I now chuckled and revelled in the idea of the spermy mixtures of that night, even tho I thought it was nasty. I apparently was more delicate then than now, and had foolish notions about much, yet my cock stood whenever I thought of it. And I never fucked either of the women after, without thinking it in the middle of the exercise.<\/p><p>Hannah did not come down to breakfast. Bates came in and I never saw a woman look so confused. She blushed and looked away from me and stuttered. \u2014 Mrs. Fitzgerald was ill she said, and was sorry she could not come down. I did not mind for I was divided in my attentions, and Bates looked so plump, and fresh, that she gave me a cock-stand right off. I told her so, and in a minute she got over her blushing and we were kissing. \u2014 \u201cI\u2019ve not seen your article, Bates, tho I\u2019ve felt it close enough, let\u2019s look at it.\u201d \u2014 A scramble and I got her with her back up against the wall \u2014 close to the door, lifted her clothes, saw white stockings and plump thighs, and got my fingers on to her notch. \u2014 But she would not let me poke her, and fearful of noise I desisted, but standing and feeling each other, she told me some news.<\/p><p>Aunt had sent for a doctor and was abed \u2014 Mrs. Fitzgerald was in bed. \u2014 \u201cShe is so ill, she was knocked up first at that dance,\u201d said Bates, \u201cI\u2019m going to take her her breakfast.\u201d \u201cTake it and then come to my room, they won\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u2018What, in the day time? \u2014 oh no.\u201d \u201cThen by God you \u2018shan\u2019t leave the room till I\u2019ve had you here.\u201d Saying so I\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">thrust my hand vigorously about her privates, and kissed her till I worried her into consenting. \u2014 She did not really seem to need much pressing, for she planned what to do \u201cI must go and see where cook is \u2014 and whether Mary has been rung for \u2014 I\u2019ll push your door, and if it\u2019s ajar go in if I can, if not I\u2019ll cough and pass on.\u201d \u201cBut you shan\u2019t pass on, you shall come in.\u201d \u2014I ate my breakfast as fast as I could. She went back to the kitchen to get Mrs. Fitzgerald\u2019s breakfast. \u2014 I waited some time and then rang my bell impatiently. She came at the summons, to the breakfast room. \u201cI\u2019m going up with tea now,\u201d said she.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 901\"><div><div><p>I went to my bed room. \u2014 She soon appeared in the lobby holding a tray, \u2014 went into Hannah\u2019s room \u2014 and afterwards entered mine. \u2014 \u201cShe\u2019s sitting up in bed drinking her tea,\u201d said she. Then Bates laid down on her back on my bed with the slightest of pushes from me.<\/p><p>I knew well how modest, and at first most women hate a strong light on them when under the voluptuous preliminaries of fucking. The boldest in baudiness at times don\u2019t like too much light. I had pulled down the blinds \u2014 but left light enough to have a good view of a well haired cunt, of a lightish brown, but it was a color not much liked by me. She was juicy and wetted me well. \u2014 \u201cWash your quim, dear.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t, they may miss me,\u201d and off she went. \u2014 She enjoyed her fucking and was so composed about it that I scarcely believed myself.<\/p><p>I went to the breakfast-room and then out on to the lawn, had a cigar and then back again, and sat till Bates came in to clear away the breakfast things. I chatted and talked baudy. Had she washed her cunt? Of course she had. \u2014 I was randy again. \u2014 Aunt had had tea, Hannah was asleep she thought, no one would go near to awake them, and the housemaid would not go up stairs till she told her. \u2014 I put Bates up against the wall, felt her cunt, and then with the smallest per-suasion she said she would go to my room again. Up I went, she kept her word, \u2014 and we fucked a second time. \u2014 How she wagged her randy, hard arse, did that fresh faced, modest, demure looking woman, and directly my prick was out of her, she got away, \u2014 taking down a tray, which she had left outside the door as an excuse if caught waiting about the lobby. I went down as if I had been up to fetch something. \u2014 Hannah and aunt were unsuspecting in their beds all this time.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 902\"><div><div><p>Though a similar thing has occurred to me two or three times with other women \u2014 dark and light, this double intrigue now was just to my mind. \u2014 A nearly black cunted lady, and a light-brown cunted healthy plump servant, \u2014 both to hand, both fucked, and perhaps speaking to each other when each had my libations in them, yet in ignorance of each other\u2019s doings. What a choice piece of luck. I could do nothing but think about it, did not go out of the house, but kept looking for opportunity, feeling my prick now and then, and wondering which hairy split it would next push between. My cock was ready for anything then. The repose of an hour or two intervening between each pleasure was just enough to leave me ready for a cunt without exhausting me. \u2014 I was in full rut, and longed almost for a third cunt to give my salacity full play. I thought about the cunts of every female in the house, including aunt and cousin Letitia who was away, and the kitchen maid. I can sit for hours and think about cunt only, when these lewed fits are on me.<\/p><p>Hannah at luncheon looked ill and was sure she was in the family way. In vain I laughed at her; she was sure of it, for once or twice when fucking she had felt a sensation such as she never felt before. \u2014 could I give her something? \u2014 I did not believe her fears and yet was anxious, but told her I could get her nothing unless I went to London. \u2014 No. That would be too late, her time for menstruation was coming on, yet she had no indications, she would take violent medicine, would do this, do that, and then burst into tears, which upset me. We had luncheon together. Aunt was getting better and wanted to see me. \u2014 She was going to ask me to leave, for my uncle had written to say that he would not be home for some days, and aunt did not like me being there alone.<\/p><p>After luncheon the servants dined, and the parlour maid was allowed to feed before she cleared the table, so off went Bates to feed, and Hannah and I went into the drawing room. Then I wanted to have her, but she wouldn\u2019t. \u2014 \u201cOh, for the last time. If you\u2019re enceinte what does it matter?\u201d A feel, a kiss, and a sniff on the lovely motte and then the old game. The feel, the frig. \u2014 \u201cNow how can I when the servant may knock at the door?\u201d \u201cLet me spend up it once more.\u201d But she would not because all the rooms opened on to the lawn.<\/p><p>It was a mild day. We strolled out into the grounds, entered a summer house, and there laying her back on a rustic table and holding up her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">thighs with both hands, I fucked her. I have several times tailed women on a table in a summer house, and never enjoyed a woman more than I did Hannah, \u2014 and recollect that as my prick left her cunt, I looked down and saw sperm oozing from it. \u2014 My habit of looking I had sometime left off.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 903\"><div><div><p>Buttoning up my trousers, she shaking down her petticoats, she with a reeking cunt, I with cock still oozing, \u2014 we went in to aunt, who plainly said she wished I would go \u2014 as they were both so ill. Would I come again when my uncle returned. \u2014 (I was 150 miles from London.) \u2014 I said I would go the next morning, tho my aunt was getting well, for she had only taken cold on her stomach. \u2014 I am sure she wished to get me away from Hannah. \u2014 I wonder what was on her mind about us. \u2014 I never shall know.\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">I told Bates I was going, and meant to sleep with her.<\/span><\/p><p>I had given her a couple of sovereigns and promised her a new dress. \u2014 I had taken a strong letch for her. She made no objection beyond saying she was frightened of being caught. I found that she had slept with the cook, before the cook married the coachman, and now had the room to herself; that between it and other rooms was a large linen press and a store room, so that the servants could not hear, thru the partitions. Some-times they went to her room, and she to their\u2019s for a chat, \u2014 tho it was forbidden. \u201cCome to my room then.\u201d \u201cNo, Mrs. is ill, her bell rings in my room, and I shan\u2019t hear it.\u201d \u2014 So I was to go to her room. We arranged this as if we had known each other for months, and her coolness surprised me. This was when she was taking away luncheon. With a kiss and a grope, my fingers yet with the aroma of Hannah\u2019s quim on them, out I went \u2014 and coming home at night was so cunt mad that I felt the quims of two or three whores by the way side, and with difficulty prevented myself from fucking one of them.<\/p><p>She let me in \u2014 Mrs. Fitzgerald was ill she thought, for the housemaid had taken her boiling water. Soon after, undressed to nakedness, and covering myself only with my long dressing gown, I stole noiselessly to her room. The door was to be ajar with a light shining if all was safe \u2014 if not I was to retire. \u2014 There was the light, the door opened noiselessly \u2014 I had put her up to oiling the lock bolt, and hinges. \u2014 I stood by her bed, pulled the clothes down, her nightgown up, and saw the nice white\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">nakedness. I would not put out the light. \u201cI will my love, when we have fucked.\u201d I pulled up her nightgown to her armpits for I could not make her pull it off, and then pressing my naked body to hers, we joined our privates in heat and moisture.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 904\"><div><div><p>She was a most enjoyable creature and when re-covered from my pleasure, I raised my self up on one elbow (as I often do) keeping my prick still in her. \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ve had a good lot of poking.\u201d \u201cThat I have made me say that word, God only knows, probably Hannah occurred to my mind. \u2014 \u201cWhat\u2019s impregnated?\u201d said she, and I told her in simple language. \u2014 She paused a moment, then looking me full in the face, \u201cYes I am sure I am in the family way,\u201d said she. \u201cThe devil!\u201d \u201cOh don\u2019t talk loud, and do put out the light, and I\u2019ll tell you. \u2014 Hush.\u201d<\/p><p>I got out, blew out the light, and getting on to her belly again, laid between her thighs, letting my prick pendant and rub the lubricated cunt lips. We drew the sheet right over our heads and whispered. \u201cI\u2019m married,\u201d she said, \u201cand am a month over my time with my poorliness.\u201d \u2014 She had been engaged to a shopman, they arranged to get married, and on the excuse of her mother being ill, she got a three days\u2019 holiday and was spliced, \u2014 had her cunt ruptured at her husband\u2019s father\u2019s house, and then came back. Her husband came on Sundays to see her, and they fucked at her mother\u2019s house if she could get there, or else in the fields when it was dark. She was always allowed out on Sunday evenings. He was going to keep his place, and she hers, unless she got in the family way, and then they were going to live together.<\/p><p>This was her tale and likely to be true enough, for I have known of two or three such arrangements between servants. They wished it kept quiet, because my aunt would not have a married female in her service and had told Bates so. Aunt, like my other aunt, said they were not to be trusted where there were men. I sup-pose she found out that they had obliged my male cousins who were not married. Bates was another illustration of what a thirsty cunt will do \u2014 when it has once tasted sperm, and likes it.<\/p><p>All this was in whispers, both heads under the clothes, I on the top of her, my prick hanging outside her cunt. Her husband only once tried to feel her before they were married but he didn\u2019t succeed, and she\u2019d never had a man before her husband, she\u2019d swear that if she were dying \u2014 never. \u2014 \u201cMy prick\u2019s getting stiff, it will find its way up you without my\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">hands,\u201d and it rubbed about her privates a bit, touched her bum, then hit her clitoris, then lodging itself in the soft spermy division it entered her vagina and had its treat. We were frightened to sleep, almost to speak, but we fucked and fucked till day light was breaking; when I got safely to my bed, after a most delicious night.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 905\"><div><div><p>At breakfast Bates blushed again \u2014 why? Aunt was better, Mrs. Fitzgerald very ill. I went to my room, Bates followed, and I had my last grind. I tipped her more gold, for I took a great interest in the girl. \u2014 My trunks were in the hall, when the post came in with a letter from my uncle, saying if I had not left, would I wait till his return, as it would save him a journey to London. \u2014 There was a lawsuit then pending in London, in which we were both interested, and he wanted to talk to me about it. \u2014 And asked me to stop if I did not mind. I believe she was glad that Hannah was ill, and could not see me. I said I had made arrangements, but never mind, I would wait uncle\u2019s re-turn if it would save him trouble. How I chuckled, as Bates took back my trunk and I put my hands up her petticoats. \u201cWe\u2019ll sleep together again tonight my love.\u201d \u2014 She grinned. \u201cNo \u2014 it would be tempting providence.\u201d \u2014 But we did bed together again, and jolly well fucked out both were by daybreak.<\/p><p>During the next four days I fucked her on the table in the dining room, in the arbour, in my bed room, and on Sunday night up against a tree in a lane on her way to church. \u2014 She did really go to church but with my spunk in her cunt, and only just before service was over. I saw her piss before she entered the holy place. Hannah still kept to her room, and Bates told me she had a flooding, but would not have the doctor, tho aunt wished it. \u2014 Aunt kept with her up stairs, so that I had a lucky time, and when my uncle returned with Letitia I was off rutting, had not only fucked myself out, but had worn out Bates as well. I knew now that Letitia talked baudy with Bates, that the kitchen maid had been with child, that aunt had told the coachman (a widower) and the cook, that unless they married she would discharge them both. Bates imagined that the old lady smelt a rat. In fact I knew every bit of scan-dal there was in the household or had been for years past; for Bates told me all the scandal, \u2014 in the sweet intimacy which fucking engenders between man and woman.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 906\"><div><div><p>Bates moved away her head and wiped her lips the first time I put my tongue between them. \u201cWhat nonsense \u2014 you don\u2019t mind kissing,\u201d said I, when my prick was up her. \u201cWet your lips, put them to mine, and see how much nicer the kisses are.\u201d \u2014 I wetted mine, joined them to hers and inserted my tongue, \u2013 soon. She found it so nice that she nearly swallowed my tongue in her ecstasy.<\/p><p>The day before my uncle arrived, I tailed Bates in the arbour \u2014 but not on the table. \u2014 I turned her rump towards me and had her dog fashion. \u2014 It was the first time she\u2019d ever had it done that way, she said, and it was the last time I had her; for there were afterwards too many people about. Hannah got better, and tho ill still I left her so, and came back to London.<\/p><p>\u201cWhy did you let me do you?\u201d said I to Bates one night in a curious fit, \u201cI can\u2019t make you out, you say you like your husband.\u201d \u2014 I could not get an answer to the question straight \u2014 sure she didn\u2019t know. \u201cWell you worried me \u2014 I didn\u2019t know what I was a doing, \u2014 I didn\u2019t mean to come into your room \u2014 when you pulled me in.\u201d \u2014 Asked whether she hadn\u2019t been thinking of my prick and been randy when she came in. \u2014 \u201cCouldn\u2019t help thinking about it, you\u2019d been a showing it all day \u2014 don\u2019t recollect wanting any thing.\u201d \u201cBut you came afterwards \u2014 you lustful little devil.\u201d \u201cWell all the harm was done \u2014 you are handsome, and no mistake,\u201d said she one day after I\u2019d fucked her, \u201call the servants say so.\u201d Bates was a funny sort of creature.<\/p><p>A year afterwards I was at aunt\u2019s again and asked where Bates was. \u2014 Aunt said she\u2019d been married a long time, and was so when I was there last year, but she had never found it out \u2014 until it could be hid no longer, said aunt modestly. She and her husband were doing well, and the present parlour maid was her sister. \u2014 I wondered if there was any family likeness in their cunts, but I never got the opportunity of seeing hers, and never tried. \u2014 I never heard of Bates afterwards. I think I have noticed a sort of family likeness in the cunts of the sisters I have had, tho it may be but fancy \u2014 but why should there not be, just as there is a family likeness in face and form.<\/p><p>Three months or more after I left****, Hannah went to India. Before going she came to London with aunt, and stopped with us for a day or two to buy many things. I kissed Hannah on the sly and began to talk of\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">old times. She begged of me forget the past, but that was impossible. \u2014 We could not sit at table and look at each other without thinking of the fucking. \u2014 Then Hannah went to stop with my sister, and my aunt went back to the country. I called on my sister every day nearly, when Hannah was there, but there was no opportunity. I had asked Hannah to let me do it to her once more, and promised not injure her \u2014 I would put something over my prick, I would pull it out at the first throb of spunking. \u201cNo \u2014 NO \u2014.\u201d She never would. I scarcely got the opportunity even of saying this much privately, for my sister was nearly always present.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 907\"><div><div><p>One day my sister said she was going next day to visit some one, and guessing the best time, I called there. Hannah was alone and having tea in the dining room. I was at her in a minute, kissing, begging, and feeling her ankles, spite of a really sturdy resistance on her part. \u2014 \u201cOh, Walter \u2014 for God\u2019s sake don\u2019t \u2014 suppose a servant comes in.\u201d \u2014 Mad for her, I pulled my prick out stiff and beautiful. Her eyes fixed on it, whilst she entreated me to put it out of sight. \u201cOnly one feel then \u2014 let me kiss your thighs \u2014 let me smell them\u2014 nothing more.\u201d What persuasion a stiff prick has with a woman! \u2014 Gradually she yielded, I kissed her thighs \u2014 she felt my prick, and I got her to sit on my knees, whilst having my last feel of her cunt. We were soon feeling each other \u2014 randier and randier we grew, and we whispered love. \u201cBy God, I won\u2019t spend in you if you let me \u2014 for the last time \u2014 do.\u201d \u2014 Would I keep my word? \u2014 By God I would, did she think I would send her away miserable? \u2014 Never.<\/p><p>There was no sofa, it was table, or floor, or upright. \u2014 \u201cStoop \u2014 there \u2014 so \u2014 then I shan\u2019t rumple your clothes.\u201d \u2014 I placed her, bending, over the table bum afterwards, threw up her clothes rapidly, saw her oval buttocks and pouting cunt lips which I kissed and sniffed for a second, and with one thrust buried my prick up her. She felt its searchings at once. Three months was it since that wholesome piece of male flesh had plugged her. \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t now do it to me, dear,\u201d she mumbled as her bum began agitating. \u201cNo dear \u2014 are you coming?\u201d \u201cYes \u2014 a \u2014 yes \u2014 dear \u2014 a \u2014 ah \u2014 love a \u2014 ha \u2014.\u201d She was spending, her tightening cunt fetched me, out came my prick, and I spent a shower of hot spunk through my fingers, over her cunt lips, and buttocks. I think I see it laying in thick drops on flesh and hair.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 908\"><div><div><p>I never spent more I think. \u2014 We were quiet. \u2014 \u201cOh it will make my clothes in a mess.\u201d \u201cBe still love.\u201d \u2014 With my handkerchief I carefully wiped off the sperm. Then we kissed and fondled, and felt each other\u2019s genitals for a minute, but fucked no more. I soon left. A week or so after she went to India, and I never saw her again for many years.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 7 Bates in deshabille. \u2022 Caught and taught. \u2022 In rut. \u2022 Hannah again. \u2022 A mixture of juices. \u2022 Erotic reveries. \u2022 My luck. \u2022 Hannah\u2019s monthlies. \u2022 In the summer house. \u2022 Hannah ill. \u2022 \u201cWhat\u2019s impregnation?\u201d \u2022 Bates surprises me. \u2022 Her disclosures. \u2022 With child. \u2022 Preparing to &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1561\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Seven<\/span> Read More &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1561","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1561"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1561"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1561\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3877,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1561\/revisions\/3877"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1561"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}