{"id":1352,"date":"2022-08-18T17:30:27","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:30:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1352"},"modified":"2022-09-10T17:41:38","modified_gmt":"2022-09-10T17:41:38","slug":"volume-three-chapter-four","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1352","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Four"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1352\" class=\"elementor elementor-1352\" 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-666b3fd elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"666b3fd\" 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-07a9606\" data-id=\"07a9606\" 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-7691e70 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"7691e70\" 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\/0gD7fcm5o2e6FKF7JTfTyL\" 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-1d176cf\" data-id=\"1d176cf\" 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-9072058 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"9072058\" 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\/1s3zH4p17Tk1bkp1xqf1ra\" 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-4b07af8 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"4b07af8\" 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-8bd72ea\" data-id=\"8bd72ea\" 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-92a95aa elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"92a95aa\" 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 style=\"color: #521111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 463\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 4<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Little Pol consents. \u2022 Arsy-versy. \u2022 Broached, and howling. \u2022 Kitty\u2019s vocalisation. \u2022 A cheap virginity. \u2022 Two hours after. \u2022 Love\u2019s money lost. \u2022 The street-gully. \u2022 Kitty pleases. \u2022 Pol tires. \u2022 Kitty\u2019s habits. \u2022 Friendliness and frankness. \u2022 Sausage rolls. \u2022 Confessions of lust.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">On the appointed day I saw Kitty but alone, she followed me to the house, and soon by my pego her sweet little cunt was distended. I had her all the after-noon, and tailed her to the extent of my powers. The girl was delighted, her eyes sparkled with lewdness. Was fucking nice? \u201cOh! yes, yes\u201d, she replied, it was nicer than she thought, nicer than gals told her it would be. This was after I had called her at our meeting a little humbug, for not bringing her friend. The excuse was that Pol\u2019s mother was at home. I did not believe it, but was so content with her sweet little form, the ease with which I handled her, the enticing look of the cunt, its tightness, and her pleasant, frank manners, that I forgot all about the other little one, till going away, then said, \u201cMind you bring your friend, and I\u2019ll give you five shillings, but you know you won\u2019t, you little storyteller.\u201d \u201cI will, \u2014 I shall, \u2014 I\u2019ll make her come, \u2014 she \u2018wants, but she is such a foule, \u2014 and she\u2019s frightened of her mother.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Another blazing hot day. The two were looking in at the pastry-cook\u2019s, the taller with her arm round the neck of the other. I watched them for a minute, Kit often looked around anxiously, and seeing me, moved off quickly towards the street. I followed on the opposite side of the way, then stopped. The small one stood with her back against a wall, Kitty was gesticulating. I went on passing without noticing them. As I passed I heard, \u201cYou are a f oule, you\u2019re a liar, \u2014you said you would.\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t then.\u201d Turning the corner I looked back. There they still were standing as on the first day I saw them. Thought I, \u201cShe can\u2019t persuade the little one\u201d, so walked on to W. .l \u2026. n Street, to the Lyceum portico, and back again in a fever of expectancy. As I got near the house they both turned the corner, so in I went and waited till both girls appeared, and soon heard two pairs of feet after me on the same staircase, two young voices whispering, the Mistress following us all.<\/p><\/div><div style=\"color: #521111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 464\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhy five shillings?\u201d \u201cYou have two young ladies to-day, double price you know sir.\u201d I did not know, for it was the first time I had had two women together in a house. Excited and anxious I had got to fucking- heat in anticipation of a small unprobed cunt, paid the money, and there was I with the two little ones face to face, two young cunts at my disposal, a novelty, and a charming one. The woman closed the door, casting a queer look at the girls and me. I locked it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I put my hand up Kitty\u2019s clothes, the other girl, an ugly little imp in a bonnet as big as a coal-scuttle, and with boots which looked as if they were her mother\u2019s, stood and stared with eyes wide open, \u2014 they were dark, and her hair nearly black. \u201cCome here my dear.\u201d \u201cCome to him\u201d, said Kitty. The girl drew near, I took her on my knee. \u201cSo you are the friend of Kitty, and we are going to play with each other naked, aren\u2019t we? \u2014 I\u2019m going to look at your cunt, and you are going to feel my cock.\u201d She made no reply. \u201cI\u2019m going to look where your piddle comes out, aren\u2019t I?\u201d \u201cNo\u201d said the girl sullenly after reflecting a minute, and hanging her head on one side, \u201cI shan\u2019t.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYes he is you foule, \u2014 oh l you are a foule\u201d, burst out Kitty, \u201cI wish I didn\u2019t know you, you are such a foule, \u2014 she said she would sir, she knows all about it, she does, she knows what she has corned for, she does, \u2014 now don\u2019t be a foule (in a threatening manner), I won\u2019t speak to you agin, nor gi yer nothink (Kitty\u2019s English was awful), \u2014 you may get yer belly filled, I won\u2019t help fill it.\u201d All this over and over again, in anger.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The girl looked at Kitty humbly. \u201cWell I will then.\u201d I put my hands up her petticoats on to a lean pair of thighs. \u201cTake off your things.\u201d \u201cYes take them off\u201d, said Kitty helping her off with her bonnet, and to undress. \u201cAre you going to take off yours Kitty?\u201d said she. \u201cYes when you have\u201d, and without more ado she stripped the girl to her chemise, and herself likewise. I took off all but my shirt and socks. It was a sweating hot day.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The girl was not very inviting, was heavy and lubberly, and looked as if she had not enough to eat; but there was in her a virgin cunt, so I was told, al-though even then a little sceptical about what a female told me on that point. My tooleywag was standing at the idea, I shook it before them, and calling both to me held them round their naked bums, and made them feel me. The pair of little fists anxiously feeling from the root of my balls to the tip of the piercer soon rendered me impatient for\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">action. I was near the side of the bed facing the windows, and through the white blinds came the strong light of a summer\u2019s afternoon. Lifting the fresh one from my knee I put her on her back on the bed, and lifted her scanty chemise. Close went her legs together, I opened them, she resisted, I grew angry, Kitty called her a foule. Coaxed and bullied at the same time she yielded, I pulled the legs wide open, and kneeling threw one over my shoulder, the other I pressed outwards, and with my other hand opened her cunt-lips wide; then she kicked her legs over me, and turning arse upwards got up. A little row, again she yielded, again served me the same trick. I damned her for a bitch, and Kitty reviled her. \u201cShe is a fool Kitty, \u2014 show her what I want.\u201d Kitty hesitated a moment, then throwing herself on to the bed opened her thighs, and pulled her cunt- lips apart. The young one gradually persuaded let me do for her what Kitty did for herself, after she had carefully studied Kitty\u2019s quim for a minute.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div style=\"color: #521111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 465\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I saw with speechless excitement the girl\u2019s cunt, which seemed at first glance as if a prick had entered it; but looking more closely saw that the perforation was too small. I thrust gently my finger up it, \u2014 a cry, \u2014 a howl. \u201cDon\u2019t, \u2014 you\u2019re a hurting\u201d, and again the little devil was arse upwards on the bed. Again I coaxed, promised, lied, and Kitty bullied; again I saw the cunt, that it was not like cunts that had been fucked: the hairless lips, a little black tint just above the notch, a little hole. My eyesight failed me, the demon of desire said, \u201cIt\u2019s fresh, it\u2019s virgin, \u2014bore it, \u2014 bung it, \u2014 plug it; stretch it, \u2014 split it, \u2014 spunk in it\u201d, and I laid hold of her thin backside mad with lust, kissing and sniffling at her cunt. \u201cLet\u2019s lay on the bed, and all strip quite naked, \u2014 it\u2019s so hot.\u201d \u201cYes do\u201d, said Kitty. She stripped the girl of her pea-soup coloured rag, and we both stripped. There we were in a minute all three naked, close together, with but little room, the girl in the middle. I pressed to her, put her hand round my prick, talked baudy. Kitty said, \u201cNow let him.\u201d The girl said no. I put one leg over, and worked myself between her little thighs, partly holding myself up on my elbow and pattering baudy which Kitty kept repeating. \u201cIt won\u2019t hurt dear.\u201d \u201cNo it won\u2019t hurt\u201d, said Kitty. \u201cJust let me touch it with his prick.\u201d Kitty in her anxiety slipped right off the bed, and getting herself up stood by the bedside repeating the baudy words I uttered.<\/p><\/div><div style=\"color: #521111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 466\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The girl lay quiet, Kitty telling her not to be a fool; but I was a fool, for the notch being small I did not hit it well. Putting my prick down to where my fingers underlied the split, I pushed towards the goal, not pressing her with my body, but keeping my weight off by leaning on my right elbow, for it seemed that if I laid on her I should crush and frighten her, the girl seemed so slim. My tool struck hard at the orifice, she howled. Fearing to miss my game I then fell with the full weight of my body on her, grasping her thin buttocks, and nearly stifling her on that hot afternoon, determined to have her if I killed her. The girl gave howl after howl, and I rammed with all my might the more. \u201cHish !\u2014hold your tongue you foule\u201d, said Kitty. As the girl wriggled violently, and cried.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDamn you, if you are not quiet I\u2019ll rip your dress into ribbons, and you may go home, and tell your mother what you like, \u2014 damn you I\u2019ll murder you,- I\u2019ll give you ten shillings.\u201d \u201cYou fool he\u2019ll give you ten shillings.\u201d I heard no more, oscillating my arse, and driving with all my force between her legs, I knew not how, I knew not where. Still the girl howled, and Kitty kept hushing.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cThe woman will turn us out of the house you foule, \u2014 she won\u2019t let me come in again, \u2014 oh ! you foule\u201d, said Kitty. In my blind battering I at last lodged the tip well between the lips. The next instant with a cunt- splitting thrust I was up the howling little bitch who wriggled like an eel; but I held her skinny arse up to me like a vice, kept my peg fixed and unmoveably up her in spite of her. Her wriggles alone would have kept it stiff enough, and fetched me. \u201cBe quiet, \u2014 I am up you, \u2014 I can\u2019t h\u2014 hurt\u2014you\u2013now, \u2014 ah !\u201d \u2014 and my spunk was up the virgin quim of the ugly little devil.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She laid quiet, but whining, \u201cOh ! you said you would not hurt me, \u2014 ho !\u2014hho !\u201d, she sobbed, then laid quite still with my prick up her, snottily whimpering,\u201d o\u2014oho !\u201d \u2014 and all was tranquil, I nearly asleep.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIs it in her?\u201d said Kitty in a whisper, \u201cis it in yer Pol?\u201d Having got no answer from me. \u201cOh ! what a foule you are.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve done it\u201d, said I. \u201cLet her get up\u201d, said Kit. I don\u2019t recollect having been up such a tight cunt, not that it gave me pleasure, but the extreme tightness was such a novelty. \u201cI will do it again.\u201d \u201cHave you done it really?\u201d said Kitty. \u201cPut your hand and feel\u201d, said I opening my legs a little to let Kitty feel under my testicles, \u201cmy prick\u2019s right up her cunt now, \u2014 feel.\u201d<\/p><\/div><div style=\"color: #521111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 467\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cHave you done it really?\u201d \u201cYes, \u2014 feel.\u201d \u201cRi\u2014tol \u2014lural\u2014li\u2014do !\u201d said Kitty setting off in a happy dance all round the room. I went on fucking, keeping the girl quiet, I could pull her little form up to me as tight as wax, and coaxing and promising all sorts of things I fucked her again without uncunting.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cHave you really done it?\u201d said Kitty again. \u201cYes twice, \u2014 put your hand up under my balls and feel.\u201d Kitty thinking better of the suggestion this time did so, and satisfying herself that my prick was out of her touch, set off dancing again with a \u201c<span style=\"font-size: 1rem;\">Ri\u2014tol \u2014lural\u2014li\u2014do<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u00a0!\u201d I got off the girl, the hair of my prick saturated with blood and spunk. \u201cShe is bleeding.\u201d The girl began snivelling worse than ever when she heard that, and began feeling her cunt.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhat are you crying for you foule? \u2014 did he hurt you much? \u2014 let\u2019s look at it\u201d, \u2014 and Kitty looked at the little quim bunged up with sperm mixed with blood. \u201cOh ! ain\u2019t he done it !\u2014Ri\u2014tol \u2014lural\u2014li\u2014do,\u00a0<span style=\"font-size: 1rem;\">Ri\u2014tol \u2014lural\u2014li\u2014do<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u201c, and she capered again. \u201cWhat are you dancing and singing for?\u201d I asked. \u201cShe\u2019s had it done, \u2014 oh ! look what a mess is on the bed, the woman will kick up a row.\u201d<\/span><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cGet up and wash it you fool, and don\u2019t cry.\u201d \u201cIt hurts.\u201d \u201cWash it.\u201d \u201cIt will hurt.\u201d \u201cNo it won\u2019t you foule.\u201d Here Kitty put a basin on the floor, pushed the girl towards it, and made her wash. Then we got her on to the bed, and both of us took a long, long look at her split. It was bleeding freely, I saw the ragged edge my intrusion had made, and not feeling inclined for more fucking gave the girl half-a-sovereign in gold, Kitty five shillings, and went off leaving them still naked, Kitty from time to time looking at her friend\u2019s wounded orifice, and saying it would soon be all right, that her thing had bled also. I had fear that I might be in trouble through my voluptuousness, al-though a girl of twelve years is competent to judge of her own fitness for fucking, and many not a month over that age are plugged daily in London.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had to go to the Temple that afternoon, returning along the Strand an hour afterwards, not thinking of my afternoon\u2019s amusement, for I had had a disagreeable interview with solicitors, when just at the end of C\u2026. Street was a slight crowd, in the middle of it the two girls, and the one I had fucked an hour before crying. Some man gave her money. \u201cOh ! Lord\u201d, thought I, \u201chere is a row about what I have been doing\u201d, so got\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">into a cab, and drove off. When a mile away I began to reflect, and felt more comfort-able, but still uneasy, and determined not to meet them the next day as I had promised. The day after I saw Kitty walking by herself, that funked me again, so I cut away without her seeing me. Thought I, \u201cThere will be a row about that ugly little lump having been pierced, I will go no more.\u201d But the letch was so strong that I could not resist, and on the third day driving past in a cab I saw the two girls as usual looking in at shops. Alighting I winked as I passed, heard one say, \u201cHere he is\u201d, and three minutes afterwards we were all in the house again.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div style=\"color: #521111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 468\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">To strip the two, and examine their cunts was an affair of five minutes, then laying the little one open-legged I looked at hers tranquilly, and saw how the slit was completed. The girl whose name I forget, but will call Poi, put her finger down, and indicated where she felt a difference had been made in the shape. I fucked the lass at the side of the bed, propping up her skinny rump with pillows, Kitty with her face about a foot off admiring the prick as it shoved in and out the little red orifice. It was a novelty to her to see it done.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Kitty was an odd girl. \u201cDon\u2019t hurt her now\u201d, she kept saying. The little one had objected to my probing her again with my prick, but saying I should otherwise not give her a farthing she consented. My delight was increased by the power I found I had of making her howl whenever I shoved vigorously, and I nearly knocked my prick through into her womb I imagine. The more she howled the more I banged my prick up her, the more I enjoyed her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When it was over I asked how she had spent her money. Out burst the little animal into tears. \u201cShe made me drop it, I didn\u2019t spend any of it sir, I lost it.\u201d \u201cYou dropped it yourself\u201d, said Kitty. \u201cYou lie.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d \u201cShe does\u201d,-and so on, and I got at the facts when Kitty had vigorously slapped the face of her friend, and called her fifty times a foule.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Going into the Strand the girl had the money in her hand, Kitty told her to put it into her pocket. She re-fused. Kitty said she would lose it, and just then she dropped it close by a sewer-grating, down which the half- sovereign went. The girl cried, the two quarrelled, and there was soon a crowd round them. Kitty said that the girl\u2019s mother had given her a half- sovereign to buy some bread with, and she had lost it. Some one gave the\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">girl sixpence, the crowd dispersed, and Pol lost the fruits of her first fucking. Never was lost a virginity so poorly rewarded. I did not make up her loss, but gave her half-a-crown with which she was well contented. I certainly was in luck to get all this fun for such trifling sums, I being still in poorish circumstances. Five years before I would have given thirty pounds for the same, and had paid two hundred for Louise.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div style=\"color: #521111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 469\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Giving Kitty three and six, and beginning to put on my drawers she said, \u201cOh I do it to me, you have done it to her.\u201d \u201cDo you want it?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cFeel my cock.\u201d Kitty grasped it eagerly, we got on to the bed, Pol watched now the graceful manipulation, insertion, and wriggles of pleasure of her friend, for Kitty was fast learning fucking, though quite innocent of the art of frigging. I never knew such a bungler as she was at her first attempt at that.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I grew tired of ugly little Pol when I had bored her a few times, and would not have her again. Kitty I continued to see, she was a most amusing girl. Too young on the town to have learnt the tricks and cunning of a harlot, naturally frank and truthful, with some liking for me (for she looked forward to our voluptuous dallyings), she gave me for a long time much amusement, and I heard the incidents of her short life. She would jabber like a magpie about them when she knew me well, which she soon did, and began to look to me regularly for her supply of money.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She used directly she caught sight of me, to walk as fast as possible towards the house, and get in before me. She was in the room waiting and grinning when I got there. \u201cShall I take off my things ?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d Off they went, and on to the bed the plump white-skinned little girl rolled whilst I undressed at leisure. \u201cOpen your legs Kit, and let\u2019s see your cunt.\u201d How she clutched my prick the moment I was by the side of her. It really was very nice.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She said, \u201cI buy things to eat, I can\u2019t eat what mother gives us, she is poor, and works very hard, she\u2019d give us more, but she can\u2019t; so I buys food, and gives the others what mother gives me, they don\u2019t know better, \u2014 if mother\u2019s there I eat some, sometimes we have only gruel and salt; if we have a fire we toast the bread, but I can\u2019t eat it if I am not dreadful hungry.\u201d \u201cWhat do you like?\u201d \u201cPies and sausage-rolls\u201d, said the girl smacking her lips and laughing, \u201coh! my eye ain\u2019t they prime, \u2014 oh !\u201d<\/p><\/div><div style=\"color: #521111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 470\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cThat\u2019s what you went gay for?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m not gay\u201d, said she sulkily. \u201cWell what you let men fuck you for.\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cSausage-rolls?\u201d \u201cYes, meat-pies and pastry too.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhat did you let the first man do it to you for?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know, he came up to me and told me he\u2019d give me some money, if I would go to a house with him, \u2014 he only wanted to talk with me, and I was then so hungry. He took me to No. 4, just opposite here, and did it to me.\u201d \u201cWhat did he give you?\u201d \u201cFive shillings.\u201d \u201cYou had never had it before?\u201d \u201cNever.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t believe you.\u201d \u201cI never had, I\u2019m only fifteen and a little, \u2014 he met me in the Strand near where you did\u201d, she cried indignantly. \u201cDid he but you?\u201d \u201cYes, and made me bleed, \u2014 I was upset, and didn\u2019t think much about it till I got home and found my shemmy bloody. I washed it, and put it on again quite wet, so that mother mightn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">As she talked she would feel my cock, every now and then raise her head to look at it, fall back again as if satisfied, and go on feeling it and talking.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was intensely curious about my prick, would lay and examine it for half-an-hour at a time silently. One day after feeling it she asked if she might do what she liked with it. Certainly. She moved on to her knees (we were both stark naked on the bed, and had fucked not long before), and began feeling it, skinning, then covering the tip, looking under the balls and smelling it. \u201cHow smooth and red it is\u201d, said she, \u2014 \u201cDoes that hurt?\u201d and she rubbed her finger over the tip orifice. \u201cA little, \u2014 wet your finger,\u201d She did. \u201cShall I wet it with my tongue?\u201d \u201cDo.\u201d She licked it, and bit by bit put it into her mouth, asking me occasionally if she hurt me. I laid amused with the sexual promptings of her nature. She took it out of her mouth, put it in again, then it got stiff, then she laughed. \u201cIsn\u2019t it funny?\u201d said she, \u201chow smooth and red it is, \u2014 first it\u2019s flabby, then it\u2019s stiff\u201d, \u2014 and she relinquished it, laying down across me, and contemplating it quite silently.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDid you do that to the other gentleman?\u201d I asked. \u201cOh ! no, never, \u2014 I didn\u2019t think about it, \u2014 only one on em stopped long\u201d, \u2014 and she told me about all of their doings. She could never make out but seven, though she always asserted there were eight who had had her before me. I did not like either cock-sucking or cunt-licking at that epoch, and stopped Kitty who was bent on stiffening it with her mouth. She had no idea however of giving me a pleasure that way, it was simply curiosity and novelty.\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">Often she did the same thing, indeed always had a quarter of an hour at it.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div style=\"color: #521111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 471\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I saw her about twice a week, sometimes more, it was all she could manage \u201cin dodging her mother.\u201d I gave her three and sixpence each time, which made her quite happy and contented, and it was a very economical pleasure to me. She learnt much from me, in six weeks blushed at nothing, and was impatient to be fucked. \u201cDo that afterwards\u201d, would she say if I dallied long in the preliminaries, then quietly, \u201cOh l ain\u2019t it pleasure !\u201d she added in an artless satisfied way.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then somehow she persuaded her mother that she might go out if fine for a little time in the afternoon, and she was let out occasionally when the mother was at home, but which rarely was the case; and then I saw the pretty lass almost daily, but always in the afternoon; and her impatience to have the pleasure of fucking became almost comical.<\/p><\/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 4 Little Pol consents. \u2022 Arsy-versy. \u2022 Broached, and howling. \u2022 Kitty\u2019s vocalisation. \u2022 A cheap virginity. \u2022 Two hours after. \u2022 Love\u2019s money lost. \u2022 The street-gully. \u2022 Kitty pleases. \u2022 Pol tires. \u2022 Kitty\u2019s habits. \u2022 Friendliness and frankness. \u2022 Sausage rolls. \u2022 Confessions of lust. On the appointed day &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1352\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Three Chapter Four<\/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-1352","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1352"}],"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=1352"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1352\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2106,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1352\/revisions\/2106"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1352"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}