{"id":1350,"date":"2022-08-18T17:30:08","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:30:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1350"},"modified":"2022-09-09T18:32:40","modified_gmt":"2022-09-09T18:32:40","slug":"volume-three-chapter-three","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1350","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Three"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1350\" class=\"elementor elementor-1350\" 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-e0272d8 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"e0272d8\" 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-c6ffaac\" data-id=\"c6ffaac\" 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-0ff1410 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"0ff1410\" 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\/2sr6hpyeG1pP5XYNFnpqbE\" 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-4a7348d\" data-id=\"4a7348d\" 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-eafdc34 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"eafdc34\" 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\/1XLHFtEXNlRnDwbLiJdIBG\" 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-ecd36d2 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"ecd36d2\" 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-c62147c\" data-id=\"c62147c\" 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-e34f339 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"e34f339\" 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<div id=\"content\" class=\"site-content\">\n<div class=\"ast-container\">\n<div id=\"primary\" class=\"content-area primary\">\n<p><\/p><main id=\"main\" class=\"site-main\"><p><\/p>\n<article id=\"post-2705\" class=\"post-2705 page type-page status-publish ast-article-single\">\n<div class=\"entry-content clear\">\n<div class=\"elementor elementor-2705\" data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"2705\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\">\n<div class=\"elementor-section-wrap\">\n<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-06377fb elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"06377fb\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-c4c8e74\" data-id=\"c4c8e74\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-fe888d1 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"fe888d1\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 453\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><b>VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 3<\/b><\/p>\n<p><i>A change in taste. \u2022 A small cunt longed for. \u2022 Hunting in the Strand. \u2022 Yellow-haired Kitty. \u2022 Her little companion. \u2022 Oh! you foule. \u2022 The house in E\u2026t.r Street. \u2022 Double fees. \u2022 Kitty\u2019s pleasure. \u2022 Objections to washing. \u2022 Have the other gal. \u2022 Cleanliness. \u2022 Home occupations. \u2022 I ain\u2019t gay. \u2022 Kitty\u2019s males.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t know why my erotic fancies took the desire for a young- lass, but they did. My taste had for the most part run upon the big, fleshy, fat- cunted, and large-arsed; now perhaps for contrast, perhaps from sheer curiosity, the letch took possession of me. A small cunt, tight and hairless perhaps, \u2014 I wondered how it looked, felt, and if pleasure would be increased by it, and though my prick swelled when spending until I have groaned under the grip, even of a large cunt, I longed for quite a little one. I had never had a very young girl, \u2014 excepting the little child, \u2014 Nelly and Sophy had both a little hair on their mottes, so I would try for a youthful quim and one if possible with no hair on it.<\/p>\n<p>I was not versed in the walks and ways of little ones, and looking about at night saw none. Talking about it at my Club, I heard they were to be seen mostly in the day-time, so I looked out in the Strand for what I wanted, and during day-light.<\/p>\n<p>On a blazing hot afternoon in June I walked about a long time thinking of youthful harlots, but saw none, or if I did could not distinguish them. At length I saw two young girls idling about, looking in at the shop windows on the other side of the way. One was dressed all in black, and was taller and stouter than the other. They were not got up in any showy way, but looked like the children of decent mechanics.<\/p>\n<p>They took no notice of any one, nor any one of them, they stopped at a shop, and I noticed that the biggest had the largest legs. A plump form had as said attractions to me almost superior to face. Crossing to the other side of the way I passed them, looking them full in the face. The taller one was good-looking, white-faced, and had goldenish hair, a colour I could not bear. They looked at me, but there was nothing to indicate fastness. Returning I met them again, the same stare, the same indifference. Thinking of their little cunts, and getting randy and reckless&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">I determined to try. They stopped at a sweetmeat-shop; going to the side of them, and looking into the shop, not at them, so as to prevent my being noticed, \u201cI\u2019ll buy you whatever you want if you will come with me\u201d, I said. The bigger of the two edged away from me, after looking up in my face, whispered something to her companion, and they both moved along the street without noticing me further.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 454\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I was disconcerted, and went over to the opposite side of the way again watching them, they went to a print-shop, and looked in; the big one looked in the direction of a lolly-pop shop, and up and down the street. She was looking after me evidently, so I crossed over, met them full-face, and as I passed said without stopping, \u201cCome with me, and I\u2019ll give you money.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I turned a corner, and looked, they were at another shop, the bigger girl with her arm round the smaller one\u2019s neck. I again passed them, going back to do so, and saying, \u201cI\u2019ll give you three and sixpence.\u201d That was the exact sum, and then turned up a street which led to baudy houses, and waited at the turning into the street.<\/p>\n<p>The two girls turned the corner, stopped, and talked, the bigger laid hold of, and slightly pulled the smaller, and seemed to be persuading her. Failing apparently she left her, but turned back, spoke to her again, and both came on together. Then I turned into the back-street, the two girls appeared at the corner of that, and then stopped and talked for a minute. Tired of waiting I thought I had made a mistake, and going slowly back heard the bigger one say, \u201cYou are a foule.\u201d \u201cOh ! you foule.\u201d \u201cCome he wants us.\u201d \u201cYou foule.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t want her\u201d, said I, \u201cbut you. \u2014 come\u201d, \u2014 and returning entered a baudy house, the outer-door of which stood open, thinking the bigger one would follow, and sure now that she was a harlot. I then passed through the inner door which as usual then had a glass window covered with a red curtain.<\/p>\n<p>A minute elapsed, the baudy house-keeper had been spoken to, but the girl not coming, I opened the door to look out. The bigger girl was just inside the outer door, and was pulling in the other one. \u201cCome you foule, \u2014 you said you would, \u2014 he\u2019ll give you money as well as me, and I\u2019ll give you some of mine too, \u2014 well you are a foule\u201d, quite bawling it out. There&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">was not much secrecy needed in such things at those times, in those streets.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 455\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t want her\u201d, said I hurriedly, it\u2019s you, \u2014 come in, or I won\u2019t wait.\u201d She came in, the other girl disappeared, and we were soon in a bed-room together.<\/p>\n<p>It was the first house at that end of the street, had been newly opened, and was furnished in a style not like a baudy house; no show, neat and clean, but cheaply; no bed-hangings (and in those days most baudy houses had bed-hangings), the blinds were new and white, the beds quite clean. The top-floor room where I went for economy was two shillings and sixpence. The woman of the house was tall, comely, and middle- aged. As I paid her I noticed she had fat red cheeks. How curious that I should recollect those red cheeks. She had a white apron on, and was a civil sort of creature.<\/p>\n<p>The girl stood still staring at me. Sitting on the edge of the bed I stared at her, filled with baudy curiosity and the appreciation of novelty. \u201cWhy won\u2019t you have the other gal?\u201d, said she. \u201cI don\u2019t want her, nor want two, \u2014 and she is a dirty little imp.\u201d \u201cNo she ain\u2019t dirty, she washes herself like me, \u2014 let her come up.\u201d \u201cNo, \u2014 come you here.\u201d \u201cShe is quite clean,- I wash her myself sometimes.\u201d \u201cNo, come here I tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The girl came to me dawdling. I put my hands up her clothes. A fleshy little bum met my hand, then in the front a smooth belly, a motte almost hairless as it seemed. She said not a word, but gave a sort of jerk of her body, and as my hand touched her bum it jutted forwards, and as I drew my hand round to her belly she drew her belly back. It did not seem like shame. She did not utter a word. \u201cTake off your things\u201d, said I.<\/p>\n<p>She drew away from me, and took off her bonnet, then stood still. \u201cOff with your things\u201d, I said throwing off some of mine. \u201cI can\u2019t take them off, \u2014 if I do I can\u2019t fasten them again, they are in a knot.\u201d \u201cTake them off.\u201d \u201cIf I do you will have to fasten me.\u201d \u201cSo I will.\u201d Slowly she stripped to her chemise. \u201cTake that off.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cCome here then.\u201d She came. Laying hold of her I lifted her bodily, and threw her with her back on the bed, throwing up her chemise and stretching open her legs quickly. She gave a sup-pressed \u201choh !\u201d put her hand down to her cunt, and felt her mons nervously.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 456\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Take away your hand dear.\u201d She took it away, then I pulled open her little thing. Such a delicious little gap it was, with the smallest possible quantity of golden hair just showing on it; such a smooth white belly and thighs, and all so plump, that I was wonder-struck at a young girl being so round and fine. I had not expected under that shabby black clothing anything so nice. I was charmed with her head also; in a big black and shabby bonnet I had seen nothing but a white face and large blue eyes. Her hair was golden in tone, bright and flowing.<\/p>\n<p>Whilst pulling off my trousers she sat up and asked, \u201cIs it big?\u201d For the instant I did not quite know what she meant. \u201cWhat\u2019s big?\u201d \u201cYour thing, \u2014 measure it.\u201d I went up to her pulling out my pego. \u201cIt is big\u201d, said she. \u201cIt\u2019s little\u201d, said I. \u201cIt ain\u2019t,-it\u2019s big.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cYes, \u2014 don\u2019t push hard sir, \u2014 will you now?\u201d \u201cNo my dear I won\u2019t, \u2014 Is it bigger than other men\u2019s pricks ?\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t tell you.\u201d \u201cWell lay down and open your thighs\u201d, \u2014 again I lifted her on to the bed. \u201cDon\u2019t you do it hard\u201d, said she getting up again, \u201cor I won\u2019t let you.\u201d \u201cThen I won\u2019t pay you.\u201d Back she fell, I wetted my prick, put it to the notch, and with a shove or two was well up her. She gave a \u201coh, \u2014 oooh !\u201d and then laid quiet. Grasping her fat little bum I fucked, then stopping pulled out my prick, and looked at her cunt. \u201cWhat are you a going to do?\u201d said she in an astonished way.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGet quite on to the bed dear.\u201d Slow at obeying I helped her into the posture, and got on to her, and brought my pleasure to an end, lying on the top of the pretty little girl.<\/p>\n<p>I lay on her long afterwards, and tried by the muscular contraction of my arse-cheeks and ballock roots to stiffen my pego again. She laid quiet all the time with my prick up her, but I could not manage it, my prick shrunk.<\/p>\n<p>A second erection without uncunting being impossible, I got into a kneeling posture between her open legs, and checked a slight movement on her part saying, \u201cNow lie quiet, \u2014 don\u2019t move.\u201d There was I kneeling between her thighs; looking down I saw her half-opened cunt with the gruelly tide issuing from it, took my prick in hand half its potential size, flabby and wet, pulled back the skin, and out rolled a large drop of sperm on to her thigh. She lay quite quiet, looking at me, her yellow hair falling all around her head as it lay on the pillow. Now I was astonished at her beauty, I had not noticed it fully before.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 457\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cYou are very handsome, \u2014 how old are you?\u201d \u201cFifteen and a little.\u201d \u201cYou must be more.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know, but mother says so.\u201d I looked at her cunt, the hair on it was not an eighth of an inch long,, scarcely any of it, and of course showing no intention of curling, but her form was so round that I could not believe she was so young. \u201cFifteen and a little\u201d, she repeated, her aunt and her mother had been disputing the day of her birth; her mother was out of her mind when she gave birth to her. \u201cAunt says I ain\u2019t fifteen.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGive the other gal a shilling, \u2014 do\u201d, she broke in whilst I was questioning her about age, and kneeling between her thighs. \u201cWhat are you so anxious about the other girl for?\u201d \u201cShe lives over us, and is my friend, \u2014 will you give her a shilling? \u2014 do.\u201d \u201cWhy?\u201d \u201cDo, \u2014 if you don\u2019t I shall give her a shilling of mine, and give her some of mine anyhow, \u2014 you said you\u2019d give me three and sixpence, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Curiously amused I laughed. \u201cI\u2019ll give you a shilling for her, if you let me do it to you again.\u201d \u201cOh! do\u201d, said she.<\/p>\n<p>It was hot, I had not reposed after my pleasure, so quitting my kneeling position I laid down besides her, and began feeling her breasts. She turned her head towards me. \u201cYou have not washed yourself\u201d, said I after a minute\u2019s amusement with her bubbies. \u201cIt ain\u2019t no good if yer ar going to make a mess in it agin, \u2014 when you\u2019ve done it I\u2019ll wash it all out together.\u201d I thought from that speech she was not an old one at the game, yet after all she only behaved as every young girl I have had usually behaved, they have mostly objected to washing their cunts directly after a poke, I think they rarely wash it until requested. There must be some sweet tranquillising pleasure which a man\u2019s sperm gives to a woman\u2019s cunt, and makes her undesirous of washing it out. It is only when a woman knows it is good for her health if she be gay, that she ever does it. No married woman washes the sperm out of her cunt, yet in the morning after a night\u2019s fucking you never find the sperm if you feel in the cunt for it, \u2014 where does it go? \u2014 it is absorbed I sup-pose.<\/p>\n<p>We lay thus and talked. \u201cHow old are you really?\u201d \u201cFifteen and two months, as I told yer, \u2014 I always was fat, but ain\u2019t so fat as I was though, \u2014 father used to say I should get fat on gruel.\u201d I should have guessed her full sixteen had it not been for the little hair there was on her motte, and the delicate pink small cut, and tight prick-hole. \u201cHow long have you&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">been gay?\u201d \u201cI ain\u2019t gay\u201d, said she astonished. \u201cYes you are.\u201d \u201cNo I ain\u2019t.\u201d \u201cYou let men fuck you, don\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cYes, but I ain\u2019t gay.\u201d \u201cWhat do you call gay?\u201d \u201cWhy the gals who come out regular of a night dressed up, and gets their livings by it.\u201d I was amused.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 458\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cNo, mother keeps me.\u201d \u201cWhat is your father?\u201d \u201cGot none, he\u2019s dead three months back, \u2014mother works, and keeps us. \u2014 she is a charwoman, and goes out on odd jobs.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t you work?\u201d \u201cNot now\u201d, said she in a confused way\u201d, \u201cmother does not want me to, I takes care of the others.\u201d \u201cWhat others?\u201d \u201cThe young ones.\u201d \u201cHow many?\u201d \u201cTwo, \u2014 one\u2019s a boy, and one\u2019s a gal.\u201d \u201cHow old?\u201d \u201cSister\u2019s about six, and brother\u2019s nearly eight, \u2014 but what do you ask me all this for?\u201d \u201cOnly for amusement, \u2014 then you are in mourning for your father?\u201d \u201cYes, it\u2019s shabby, ain\u2019t it? \u2014 I wish I could have nice clothes, I\u2019ve got nice boots, \u2014 ain\u2019t they?\u201d \u2014 cocking up one leg, \u201ca lady gived em me when father died, \u2014 they are my best.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you often in the Strand?\u201d \u201cWhen I gets out I likes walking in it, and looking at the shops, \u2014 I do if mother\u2019s out for the day.\u201d \u201cDoes she know you are out?\u201d The girl who had been lying on her back with her head full towards me, turned on her side, and giggling said in a sort of confidential way, \u201cBless you no, \u2014 she\u2019d beat me if she knew, \u2014 when she be out I locks them up, and takes the key, and then I goes back to them, \u2014 I\u2019ve got the key in my pocket, and shall be home before mother, \u2014 she is out for the whole day.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo the children know you\u2019re out?\u201d \u201cNo, I says to them, \u2018You be quiet now, I\u2019m going to the yard.\u2019 \u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s the yard?\u201d said I not reflecting. The girl thought a minute, chuckled, turned her head, and was silent, she was actually blushing. \u201cWhat\u2019s the yard?\u201d Suddenly it struck me, \u201cGoing to the privy?\u201d She burst out laughing. \u201cYes that\u2019s it, I say I\u2019m going to the privy, and then I comes out with her, and they can\u2019t get out, so they are all right, and we go back together if she\u2019s with me; if she ain\u2019t I go back by myself, \u2014 there\u201d, \u2014 and she stopped satisfied with her explanation. \u201cThey may set fire to themselves\u201d, said I. \u201cThere ain\u2019t no fire after we have had breakfast, I puts it out, and lights it at night if mother wants hot water.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you do with yourself all day?\u201d \u201cI washed both of them, I gives them food if we\u2019ve got any, then washes the floor and everything, and&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">then washes myself, then I looks out of the winer.\u201d \u201cWash your-self.\u201d \u201cYes I washes from head to foot allus.\u201d \u201cHave you a tub?\u201d \u201cNo we\u2019ve only got a pail and a bowl, but I\u2019m beautiful clean, \u2014 mother tells every one I\u2019m the beautifullest clean gal a mother ever had, \u2014 I wash everything, mother\u2019s too tired. Sometimes we all go out and walk, but that\u2019s at night; sometime I lays abed nearly all day.\u201d She was beautifully clean in her flesh, her linen was clean, its colour awful; but what could be expected from a pail, a bowl, and one room to dry things in. \u201cYou can\u2019t always be washing.\u201d \u201cNo, I do all the mending and making, \u2014 look how my finger is pricked\u201d, said she showing it.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 459\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I had been smoothing and feeling her all over, her unwashed cunt had come in for its share of my attentions, I had been twiddling it till outside it was dry. Recurring to the never-failing, and always charming theme, I got close to her, kissed her, my fingers sought the innermost recesses of her tight little orifice. \u201cDon\u2019t you like fucking? \u2014 does it give you pleasure?\u201d \u201cIt never gived me much pleasure that I know on\u201d, she replied. \u201cBut you don\u2019t dislike it?\u201d \u201cNot if they don\u2019t hurt me.\u201d \u201cDo they ever?\u201d \u201cOne or two have, if they push hard, \u2014 but I shan\u2019t say no more, \u2014 there.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>There was a frankness, openness, and freshness about this girl which delighted me. Question after question I put, and would be answered; if evaded I put it in another shape, but she seemed willing mostly to reply. I put into her little head things she had never dreamed of, and all the time kept rubbing her clitoris, probing her little quim, distending it, tickling it, and exciting her till she wriggled her little fat bum.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo I hurt you ?\u201d \u201cOh! no,\u201d \u2014 \u201clet me then,\u201d \u2014 \u201coh! don\u2019t sir, \u2014 I wish you would not.\u201d \u201cDid you never enjoy the prick up you? \u2014 never enjoy a fuck! \u2014you shall enjoy it with me.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t now\u201d, said she turning herself round as I frigged on. \u201cFeel my prick dear.\u201d She did not need a second invitation. \u201cIs it not stiff?\u201d \u201cYes, and big.\u201d \u201cYes, \u2014 yes, \u2014 but oh ! don\u2019t sir, \u2014 take away your hand, \u2014 ah !\u201d I talked on, frigging and tickling, my prick throbbing, but restraining myself, for instinct told me she was about to enjoy a pleasure she had never enjoyed yet. All at once she relinquished my prick, a slight heaving of her belly, and her eyes closed, then I knew she was ready to discharge.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 460\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I ceased to frig, her eyes opened, her thighs which had closed opened again. I joined my body to hers, and we were one, I fucked, \u2014 we fucked now, for the little lass in a minute or two was dissolving in pleasure whilst I was pissing my sperm up her, groaning as the tightness of her little cunt squeezed my sensitive prick. If Kitty was not a harlot before, she was from that minute she had her spend with me.<\/p>\n<p>She laid quite quiet till nature dissolved our fleshy union by uncunting me, then I laid by her side, she on her back, her thighs wide open, her eyes closed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t it give you pleasure?\u201d After repeating that half-a-dozen times she said, \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cYes you do, \u2014 did you spend?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know what a girl\u2019s spending is\u201d, said she. \u201cDid my prick give you pleasure, \u2014 tell me Kitty?\u201d At length she said yes, and she had never had pleasure with men before. (Two years afterwards she repeated that the first pleasure she ever had with a man was with me.) \u201cWash yourself.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll wash when I go home.\u201d \u201cWash now you little beast.\u201d \u201cWhat does it matter to you?\u201d \u201cWash you little devil.\u201d She washed carefully, and whilst doing so, \u201cPiddle\u201d, said I. \u201cI can\u2019t abear to piddle before a man, what a funny man you are.\u201d \u201cPiddle my dear\u201d, and the little dear piddled.<\/p>\n<p>Wiping herself dry she stopped in the middle of the operation and asked, \u201cWhy wouldn\u2019t you have the other gal?\u201d \u201cWhat do you want me to have her for?\u201d \u201cShe\u2019s very poor.\u201d \u201cWhat do you do with your money?\u201d \u201cBuy things to eat, \u2014 mother\u2019s very poor, we often ain\u2019t got enough to eat.\u201d \u201cThen you get a little money by being gay.\u201d \u201cI ain\u2019t gay I tell you.\u201d \u201cWell your friend is I suppose, and gets money.\u201d \u201cNo she doesn\u2019t, \u2014 she isn\u2019t gay either, \u2014 no man ain\u2019t ever done it to her, she\u2019s such a foule, \u2014 but she would a come in to-day with you, she said she would, and she were just a comin when you sent her off, \u2014 she promised me, she\u2019d let yer if you wanted, but she is a foule though.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t believe that.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s God\u2019s truth though, she ain\u2019t, she says she ain\u2019t; she knows what men want gals for, but she\u2019s never let any one, \u2014 I know she ain\u2019t, she is frightened.\u201d \u201cHave you looked at her cunt?\u201d \u201cOften\u201d, said Kitty. \u201cAnd she\u2019s looked at yours?\u201d \u201cOf course she has, \u2014 she lives over us I tell you, I go up to her, and she comes down to me when mother\u2019s out, \u2014 I wash her.\u201d \u201cYou seem fend of washing.\u201d \u201cI likes things clean.\u201d I thought for an instant, \u201cIt may be true, I should like to&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">see her cunt if she\u2019s never been poked, \u2014 what object has this little lass in pressing this so?\u201d Then said I, \u201cTell me the truth, and I\u2019ll give you another shilling, \u2014 don\u2019t lie, \u2014 I shall soon tell whether you\u2019re lying or not, and getting up\u201d, \u201chere is three and six (I had it on the mantle-piece), here\u2019s a shilling for her, and there is another. If you answer truly, I\u2019ll see you again; but I\u2019ll never see you again if I find you are making up lies,\u2013 come here.\u201d And I sat down.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 461\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>She came forward, I pulled her between my naked legs, her naked thighs met mine, her little cunt was close to my prick, I put my hand round her fat little bum, and looked her in the face, pressing her belly close to mine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you want me to have her for?\u201d \u201cOnly cos she\u2019s so poor, \u2014 why she only gets sixpence a day, \u2014she works at sack-making, \u2014 oh ! isn\u2019t it hard !\u2014and her hands if you seed em, are hard and brown, stained with the string, and what the works with, \u2014 mother wants me to work at them at home, but I won\u2019t\u2014I tells her I\u2019d run away first, \u2014 she is so little she can\u2019t carry the sacks home as other gals do; so a strong young woman who works at sacks carries them home for her, and charges her twopence for it, \u2014 they carries them home on the top of their heads; but she is too little, she is.\u201d (At that time women worked at sack-making, and carried them home on their heads.)<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCan she put her finger up her cunt?\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t tell you all that\u201d, said she turning nasty. \u201cIs her cunt as open as yours?\u201d \u201cNo it ain\u2019t.\u201d \u201cThen she can\u2019t get her finger up.\u201d \u201cOh ! you are a rum cove, you are\u201d, said she breaking away from me, \u201cI never seed the like of you. I must go, \u2014 tell me what time it is.\u201d \u201cHalf-past four.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll go, \u2014 I give the children some- thing to eat about this time.\u201d \u201cCome here, or I won\u2019t give you the shillings.\u201d We resumed our positions. \u201cAre you sure she has never had a man?\u201d \u201cNever, she\u2019s such a foule, \u2014 she says she\u2019d like to, and she\u2019d like the money, and yet she won\u2019t, \u2014 she is such a foule.\u201d \u201cHow long have you done it?\u201d \u201cOnly since we have lived this side of the water, after father died.\u201d \u201cHow many men have you had?\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t say, \u2014 I don\u2019t recollect, \u2014 it arn\u2019t no business of yourn, \u2014you don\u2019t like me.\u201d \u201cYes I like you, but I won\u2019t tell, \u2014 no it isn\u2019t a dozen, \u2014 I shan\u2019t say who first did it, \u2014 I shan\u2019t then, \u2014 it isn\u2019t a dozen, \u2014 yes I am quite sure, I don\u2019t think it\u2019s ten, but it may be about that, I think it\u2019s eight, \u2014 they didn\u2019t all do it to me, no they&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">didn\u2019t, \u2014 one on em only put his hands up my clothes, and went off in a minute; another pulled up my clothes, and looked at me, and then he\u2014\u201d She stopped, and I could not get her to say what, so promised her another shilling. \u201cI don\u2019t know what he did.\u201d \u201cFrig himself?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know what you call it, \u2014 yes he did that\u201d, said the girl bursting into a roar of laughter when I showed her the operation. \u201cI looked at him, and he went away without speaking, \u2014 he only gave me half-a-crown; but an old gentleman one day gave me a gold bit of ten shillings.\u201d She began counting on her fingers. I thought she was reckoning her gains, she was a long time at it, doing it over and over again; at length, \u201cIt\u2019s seven\u201d, said she. \u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cGentlemen, \u2014 you make eight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 462\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cYour little friend is too young\u201d, said I. \u201cShe is fourteen, but shorter than me.\u201d \u201cHas she any hair on her cunt?\u201d \u201cYou can just see some coming, and it\u2019s black.\u201d \u201cShe is dirty.\u201d \u201cNo she ain\u2019t, but she was till she knew me, \u2014 she can\u2019t help her clothes being dirty, but she mends em, \u2014 how I wish I had nice clothes like the gals about at night, and like gentle-folks!\u201d said Kitty in a sort of ecstacy, and then tossed up half-a-crown, and caught it.<\/p>\n<p>I began to long for the other girl, and told her she might bring her the next day, that she should have three and sixpence, and her friend the same, and more if I did it. Kitty went off agreeing to meet me with her if their mothers were out, but if not, the day after, all depended on their mothers\u2019 absence. She would listen to the church-clock, and as it struck three she would leave; it was only by listening that she knew the time. She would put by a penny for the bridge-toll; generally she went round by Westminster bridge to avoid paying the penny. Then we left. Her little friend I found was loitering close by. They went into a pastry-cook\u2019s, and I watched them both eating together as they went along towards Waterloo bridge, Kitt and Pol.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/article><\/main><\/div><\/div><\/div>\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 3 CHAPTER 3 A change in taste. \u2022 A small cunt longed for. \u2022 Hunting in the Strand. \u2022 Yellow-haired Kitty. \u2022 Her little companion. \u2022 Oh! you foule. \u2022 The house in E\u2026t.r Street. \u2022 Double fees. \u2022 Kitty\u2019s pleasure. \u2022 Objections to washing. \u2022 Have the other gal. \u2022 Cleanliness. \u2022 Home &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1350\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Three Chapter Three<\/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-1350","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1350"}],"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=1350"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1350\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2102,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1350\/revisions\/2102"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1350"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}