Memoranda From Mr. P

Now was my chance. I had observed she never locked her door. My prick was rampant for such a glorious fuck, as I believed she would be, and having only my shirt and stockings on, I noiselessly opened my door as well as her own so quietly as to be quite unperceived by my luscious victim, as she lay gasping on the bed, from the effects of her copious emission. I had previously well oiled the locks of both doors on the sly.

Stooping down, so that she would not see my approach and having neither boots nor slippers on my feet, I soon was kneeling between her open legs and gazing my fill at the delicious throbbing cunt of my landlady. She still lay with two fingers right in, but not frigging. The mark was fair and open, so, slowly rising, I brought the nose of my impatient prick within an inch of the spot. It was then very gently touched. There was a kind of spasmodic twitch of sympathy, but she did not otherwise seem to notice it, and I could see her eyes were closed.


Mr. Peaslin went on gently to insinuate himself and fortunately for my game-cock, the spending had oiled her so that I gained an inch or two, and then with a sudden plunge as I clasped her round the hips, I was three-quarters entered in a moment. What a start she gave, but seemed to have the presence of mind not to scream.


“Oh, Heavens, sir, what are you about? I’m ruined! Leave me, you wicked man, this instant!” she exclaimed, as I could see the tears start to her eyes, and the deep blush of shame overspread her face.

“Not yet, my darling Mrs. Glover! I had a peephole and the sight of you fingering yourself drove me quite mad with desire. Now, won’t you forgive me? I couldn’t help myself,” I replied, as I seized the opportunity to push on to victory, and felt myself buried to the hilt in her throbbing sheath.


I lay on her kissing and imploring for forgiveness, making my prick throb inside of her as I did so, and at last she faintly smiled my pardon. I need not tell you more, how I introduced her to my tastes in butt-fucking, how we used to sleep together every night, and that our lascivious liaison quite blinded her to our activities regarding Master Frank.