STRACHEY - Facétie – 1916 – EXCERPT III

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‘Is it a large pane?’ And he said ‘Not very, Miss, would you like to see it?’ So I said ‘You’d better show it me.’...’Yes Miss, I think that would be the best way.’ And then he said we’d better have a candle, because it was ‘that dark on them stairs’, so he lighted one, and off we went – upstairs, and then round along the little landing under the dome, and then through the door to the back stairs, and down them until we came to the window with the broken pane. Henry held up the candle to show it me, and said ‘You see, Miss, it ain’t a very big hole.’ I leant over to look at it better, and put my head too near the candle and my hair gave a frizzle, which gave Henry a fright, and he said, ‘Oh, take care Miss! Your hair!’ I said ‘Would you mind if I burnt my hair, Henry?’ And he said ‘Mind Miss? Why they might take both my ears off me, that they might, Miss, before I let any manner of harm come to your hair.’ So I laughed, and said ‘That would be a pity, Henry; you’ve got such nice ears.’ – ‘Not as nice as your hair, Miss.’- ‘Why do you like my hair so much Henry? – ‘It’s got a colour on it the same as the butter down in our country, Miss – Dorsetshire, that is – ‘Do you think it feels as nice as it looks, Henry?’ – ‘That I do, Miss!’-So I laughed again, just a little and said ‘Then why don’t you stroke it?’ And then he didn’t say anything, but put out his hand, and looked at my eyes, and I looked at his eyes, and then-well, it didn’t seem to be me any longer, but was like something else that made  me do things, and I put my arms around his neck all of a sudden, and he hugged me so hard that I could only just breathe, and it felt as if he were hugging me with the whole of his body. And then the candle fell over and went out, and it was pitch dark, and after that I hardly knew what happened, because it was so very exciting , but somehow I began to half lie down on the stairs, which are quite steep and nothing but wood, and Henry was on top of me, hugging me Just as much as ever, so you can imagine that it wasn’t particularly comfortable. I forgot to say that directly he hugged me I felt my pussy pouting so enormously that I didn’t know what to do- except hug him back, which seemed only to make it pout more. But when we were lying down it did it even more still. Then Henry began pulling up my skirt and even my petticoat, and I began helping him, and it was very funny-we were both in such a hurry, and his body twisted about so much and he breathed so hard that I half began to feel frightened. But he held me too tightly for me to have possibly got away, even if I’d wanted to, and then suddenly my all of a sudden my pussy began to hurt most horribly, and I very nearly screamed. It was as if something was going right through me, but though it hurt my pussy so, it made it stop pouting at the same time and begin to purr instead, as if it liked it, and I think it did like it better than anything else in the world. I can’t understand why pussies should like so much being hurt. And the curious thing was that I suppose I liked it too, because I went on kissing Henry more and more, although I was so uncomfortable and hot and all squashed-up and disarranged and I believe nearly crying, I didn’t at all want it to stop, and I was very sorry when Henry said he would have to go and lay the dinner or Jessop would ask him where he’d been….

He said that his bow-wow had begun to pout so much, especially when he was handing me the vegetables, that he couldn’t have stood it any longer.