"Be quiet, I can't hurt you, my prick is right up you," said I beginning
the exercise. She made no reply, her cunt seemed deliriously small,
whenever I pushed deep, she winced as if in pain, I tried to thrust my
tongue into her mouth, but she resisted it. Suddenly she said, "Oh! go
away, Sarah will be home and find us." I had my second emission, and
went to sleep with my prick up her,--I was groggy. She slept also.
I awakened, got up tired with heat, excitement, drink and fucking. She
got up, and sat on the side of the bed half sobered, but stupid; dropped
a sovereign, and did not attempt to pick it up. I did, and put it back
into her hands; she took it without saying a word. When buttoned up, I
asked her what she was going to do, but all the reply I could get was,
"You go now." I went into the kitchen, banged the door, but held the
latch, the door remained ajar, and I peeped through.
She sat perfectly still so long, that I thought she was never going
to move; then sat down on the chair and laid her head against the bed,
looking at the sovereigns at intervals; then put them down, put her hand
up her petticoats carefully feeling her cunt, looked at her fingers,
burst into tears, sat crying for a minute or two, then put a basin with
water on to the floor, and unsteady, partially upset it, but managed to
wash, and got back on to the chair, leaving the basin where it was. Then
she pulled up the front of her chemise and looked at it, again put her
fingers to her cunt, looked at them, again began crying, and leaned her
head against the bed, all in a drowsy, tipsy manner. Whilst so engaged,
her sister knocked and I let her in; she looked at me in a funny way; I
nodded; she went into the bed-room and closed the door, but I heard most
of what was said.
"What are you sitting there for?" No reply. "What's that basin there
for?" No reply. "You have been washing your grummit?" No reply. "What
have you been washing it for?" "I was hot." "Why, you have been on the
bed!" "No, I ain't." "You have, with he." "No, I ain't." "I know he
have, and been atop a you, just as he were atop on me this morning."
"No, he ain't." Then was a long crying fit. Sarah said, "What's the good
of crying you fool, no one ain't going to tell, I shant, and the old man
won't know."
Then their voices dropped, they stood together, but I guessed she was
asking what I had given her.
Then I went in. "You have done it to my sister," said Sarah. "No," said
"Yes, you have," and to Martha crying, "Never mind, its better to be
done by a gent, than by one of them mill-hands, I can't abear 'em; leave
off, don't be a fool." I went out of the room, Sarah followed me, and
I gave her the two sovereigns. "You know," she said, "some one would ha
done it to her; one of them mill-hands, or Smith would, he's alius after
her, and I knows he got his hands upon her."
Fred went up to London next day, and I was at the cottage soon after;
the girls were there, the elder grinned, the younger looked queer, and
would not go to the bed-room. "Don't be a fool," said the elder, and
soon we were alone together there. Half force, half entreaty got her on
to the bed, I pulled up her clothes, forced open her legs, and lay for
a minute with my belly to hers in all the pleasure of anticipation, then
rose on my knees for a close look. My yesterday's letch seized me, I
put my mouth to her cunt and licked it, then put my prick up the tight
little slit and finished my enjoyment.
Afterwards when I had her she was neat and clean underneath, although
with her every day's clothes on. She was frightened to put on her Sunday
clothes. She was a nice plump round girl, with a large bum for her size,
with pretty young breasts, and a fat-lipped little slit, the lining of
it instead of being a full red like Charlotte's, Mary's, and Sarah's
cunts, was of a delicate pink. I suppose is was that which attracted me.
Certain it is that I had never licked a cunt before, never had heard
of such a thing, though "lick my arse" was a frequent and insulting
invitation for boys to each other.
I saw her nearly every day for a week, and her modesty was soon broken.
Sleeping in the same room with her father, accustomed to being in
the fields or at a mill, such girls soon loose it; but she seemed
indifferent to my embraces, and all the enjoyment was on my side. "I've
not much pleasure in that," said she, "but more when you put your tongue
there." I could not believe that was so in a young and healthy lass, but
being always in a hurry to get my poking done lest her father came home,
used to lick, put up her, spend quickly and leave; but she soon got to
rights. I licked so hard and long the next time I had her, at the side
of the bed; that all at once I felt her cunt moving, her thighs closed,
then relaxed, and she did not answer me. I looked up, she was laying
with eyes closed and said, that what I had done was nicer than anything.
I had gamahuched her till she spent.
After that she spent like other women, when I had her. I tell this
exactly as I recollect it, and can't attempt to explain. She worked at a
paper mill, slack work was the reason of her being at home, now she was
going back to work; I feared a mill hand would get her, and offered to
pay her what she earned; but if she did not go to the mill, her father
would make her work in the fields, and she dare not let him see she had
money.
Indeed the two sisters did not dare to buy the finery they wanted,
because they could not say how they got the money. So back to the mill
she went, it being arranged that she should stay away now and then,
for me to have her. "Oh! won't she," said Sarah "she takes to ruddling
natoral, I can tell you." Sarah said she told her everything I had done
to her, including the licking, and I felt quite ashamed of Sarah knowing
that I was so green, as I shall tell presently.
Fred returned, and I had difficulty in getting her often. My cousins
walked out in the cool of the evening, I with them; often we passed the
cottage, and I made signs if I saw the girls. I sometimes then had her
upright in a small shed or by a hay-stack in the dark, where the hay
pricked my knuckles.
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