{"id":1354,"date":"2022-08-18T17:30:46","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:30:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1354"},"modified":"2022-09-10T17:48:11","modified_gmt":"2022-09-10T17:48:11","slug":"volume-three-chapter-five","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1354","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Five"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1354\" class=\"elementor elementor-1354\" 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-faa9f90 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"faa9f90\" 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-91ffd33\" data-id=\"91ffd33\" 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-533d327 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"533d327\" 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\/3zglFEpOHIlwpo3pEtHggi\" 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-fdc9672\" data-id=\"fdc9672\" 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-b0640e6 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"b0640e6\" 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\/0spq6jnDqToSp1oAZo7few\" 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-d7d0db0 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"d7d0db0\" 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-7b4a34b\" data-id=\"7b4a34b\" 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-5f3999e elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"5f3999e\" 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 class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 472\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 5<\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Kitty\u2019s antecedents. \u2022 The fishmonger\u2019s. \u2022 Jim the shopman. \u2022 Betty the maid. \u2022 Females in bed. \u2022 Mutual curiosity. \u2022 Letchery and frigging. \u2022 Educated in coition. \u2022 Against the kitchen-wall. \u2022 Jim in bed. \u2022 Betty\u2019s cunt washed out. \u2022 A look in the basin. \u2022 Cousin Grace, and cousin Bob. \u2022 Bob on the spree. \u2022 A scuffle. \u2022 Topsy-turvy. \u2022 Arsyversy. \u2022 Bob\u2019s semen. \u2022 A masturbating duet. \u2022 Caught in the act \u2022 Kicked out.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I questioned her many a time, and put together here consecutively what she said. She was as much pleased to gossip about it as I was.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was the daughter of a carpenter, had been kept at home to help her mother, till six months previously to my meeting her, when growing restive, and I dare say her animal vigour inciting her to go forth into the world, she went into a situation at a fishmonger\u2019s who wanted some girl to nurse a little child, his wife being ill.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I believed she had told me most things about her-self from the time the doodle had first penetrated her: yet why had not such a big girl been put to earn her living? she said that her mother was always in the family way, or a child was ill, so she being the biggest helped at home.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But she had been in service, about all of which she told me one hot afternoon. Ice was then a luxury, they charged two pence extra for a bottle of ginger beer iced. She was fond of ginger beer, we had some iced with sherry, and lay on the bed drinking it as she told me her story bit by bit. This is an account of my doings, and not of tales told me by others, but I must tell her tale, for I believed every bit of it, and it is almost part of my own, and this is how it came out.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIf you never spent with a man till you did with me, you had frigged yourself.\u201d \u201cI never did till the gal at the fishmonger\u2019s did it to me, \u2014 we slept together.\u201d \u201cThen you had been in service?\u201d \u201cOnly two months, I went to mind a little child.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The fishmonger was a little struggling tradesman, in a house with a shop on the ground-floor, and a little back-parlour, and kitchens, and a cellar below where they kept fish-baskets.&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">Over the shop were two rooms, one was the fish-monger\u2019s bed-room, and two bed-rooms above. The wife was confined to her bed, and her husband slept alone in the back-room which was usually the female servant\u2019s; so the servant was put into a bed on the top-floor. This maid cooked, cleaned, did everything, and had an eye as well to the shop if her Mistress was ill, and when Master and his man were out; but she could not mind the child as well. The fishmonger asked the carpenter if he knew of a strong steady lass, the carpenter named his own girl, and Kitty went for grub, lodging, and one and six a week. She was to sleep with the maid on the top-floor over the rooms where Master and Mistress slept. The servant\u2019s name was Betty.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 473\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The fishmonger drank. A young man named Jim went with him to market, and sometimes without him if he had been very drunk over night. Jim opened the shop, harnessed the horse and cart, and every night when the Master went to bed, Jim went to the under-ground kitchen, opened a cupboard, pulled down some-thing called a bed, and slept there.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Jim was up first, and to bed but last, could not go to bed till the maid-of- all-work was out of the kitchen. Jim pissed in the sink, and made his own bed every morning as soon as he got up, which was done by turning it up somehow into the cupboard, and then he called up his Master and the maid. The privy was in the yard.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Kitty took charge of the child, and the first night as she was going to bed and took her things off Betty said, \u201cWhere is your night-gown?\u201d \u201cI ain\u2019t got none\u201d, said Kitty, \u201cI sleep in my shemmy.\u201d Betty tossed up her head. Kitty cried. \u201cFather\u2019s a poor man\u201d, said she, \u201cbut he\u2019s respectable, and though I sleeps in my shemmy I am very clean, I washes all over every day, \u2014look at my legs and my neck, \u2014 but with my first week\u2019s wages I\u2019ll buy a night-gown.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cNever mind\u201d, said Betty, \u201cyou are clean, and you\u2019re fat, \u2014 your dad gives you lots of grub, \u2014 don\u2019t cry, I only said, \u2018where\u2019s your night-gown?\u2019\u2013 Lord you are fat for your age !\u2014how old did you say you were ? \u2014 why what a big bum you\u2019ve got for your age!\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Kitty had been staring at Betty, and the hair on the bottom of her belly. \u201cShe was so hairy\u201d, said Kitty to me, \u201cI had never seen a woman naked&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">before, and the hair on her belly made me look.\u201d Say on her cunt Kitty.\u201d \u201cWell on her cunt, \u2014 such lots, and so black, \u2014I had seen gals\u2019 things, my cousins used to show me theirs, and I showed them mine to see how our hair was coming; but I did not think a woman could grow such a lot there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 474\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was a cold night, the girl and the woman were in bed. \u201cCome closer, we will be warmer.\u201d Kitty got closer, then Bet began feeling Kitty. How smooth, how soft she was, how plump, and not quite fifteen? \u2014what a bum, \u2014 why her thighs were quite large. \u201cOh ! don\u2019t mind I want to warm my hand, between your thighs, put your hand between mine, \u2014 there,-you\u2019ve just a little hair coming on your thing, \u2014 feel mine, it\u2019s like the hair on your head, isn\u2019t it? \u2014 I am only twenty-five, \u2014 but when you are twenty you will have as much Kitty. Your hand is cold, put it between my thighs, we will warm each other there. What a nice little thing your cunt is\u201d, said Betty feeling the little one\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Soon the very first night they felt each other\u2019s flesh, Kitty wondering at the cunt and hair of the grown woman, Betty thinking perhaps of what I can only guess at. Kitty went to sleep with one hand between Betty\u2019s thighs, and awaking in the night felt Betty again who was asleep and snoring. She was a stout, big-built, fat-arsed, black-bristle-cunted woman (that is from Kitty\u2019s description), but she must have been older than she said, for the hair was thick and black in her armpits, and she had slight hair on her lips besides.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betty got more free next night. \u201cYou\u2019ve a sweet-heart, and you let him feel this little thing, \u2014 the men call it cunt.\u201d Kitty said she had not, and had not been felt. \u201cI know better, you let him put his cock up it.\u201d Kitty did not. \u201cWhat never been fucked? \u2014 that is what men call it, \u2014 let me feel.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d Betty felt Kitty\u2019s cunt, and hurt her. \u201cWell I don\u2019t believe you have, \u2014 you are a stupid, \u2014 it\u2019s half the pleasure of life, \u2014 feel my cunt, \u2014 give me your hand, \u2014 there your fingers are on it, \u2014 oh ! it don\u2019t hurt, you may feel right up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Kitty was overwhelmed and ashamed. \u201cI did not like it, but yet I felt so curious that I let my fingers go where she placed them, and I felt all about her thing.\u201d \u201cCunt Kitty.\u201d \u201cWell about her cunt.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 475\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">So gradually at night the elder led on the younger, by talking, feeling, and telling the little one all she knew, explaining the pleasures of fucking, the male mysteries, and male tastes and habits, although she was what was called respectable, and worked hard for her living as maid- of-all-work.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betty pushed matters further. \u201cI don\u2019t quite believe you are a maid, \u2014 let me look, \u2014 would you not like to look at me? \u2014 show me yours, I\u2019ll show you mine.\u201d Curiosity to see the cunt of a full-grown woman took possession of Kit.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">On Sunday Jim had a holiday, the shop was shut, Allwork cooked the dinner, then the fishmonger had grog, and went to lie down, Betty went up to clean herself, Kitty and the child went up with her then Kitty showed her cunt, and Betty showed hers. \u201cIt was big, and such lots of hair, \u2014 I\u2019d never seen one before\u201d, said Kitty, \u201cshe pulled it open wide, after-wards she pulled mine open, and we looked at each other over and over again. I\u2019d seen my little sister\u2019s and cousin\u2019s, and two or three other gals\u2019 things, but they were all young; I\u2019d never seen a big woman\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Kitty getting bolder asked if she had ever let a man do it to her. Yes, she had been married, and knew all about it. \u201cYou never had a child?\u201d \u201cNever you little fool, there are lots of ways of stopping that, \u2014oh! I love it, I wish I had a nice young man with a big prick here. \u2014 I wish you were a man.\u201d She took Kitty in her arms, and put her on the bed. \u201cThere, lay still on your back, open your legs, and I\u2019ll show you how a man gets on.\u201d Kitty did. Then she pulled Kitty on to her, and made her play the man. \u201cThere, move, \u2014 push your cunt up against mine, \u2014 up and down, \u2014 quick,\u2013 there, that\u2019s how the man moves when he is fucking till he spends, \u2014 then Lord\u2019 ain\u2019t he quiet !\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Within a week the experienced woman talking to the girl about fucking, had described its pleasures, explained its mysteries, acted and the mode and manner of the doing, until Kitty felt wild to see, feel, and act it for herself.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDon\u2019t you ever frig yourself?\u201d said Bet. \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cYou know what it is?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d Betty told of the pleasure a finger could bring her, but Kitty was not forward in sexual wants, and she had not frigged her-self or known&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">sexual pleasure in her cunt up to that time, though she had fingered herself.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 476\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI\u2019ll frig you\u201d, said she. Kitty objected, but the talk of prick, of the delight of the male and female in feeling and rubbing each other upset Kitty, who was growing older, and whose animalism was perhaps rampant that night. She left a lovely sensation all over her as Bet rubbed her cunt, and she spent. Betty then took Kit\u2019s fingers, and rubbed her own cunt. \u201cWhat with your fingers?\u201d \u201cYes Kitty\u2019s fingers, and rubbed them on her clitoris, and frigged herself with them, Kit supposed. That same night alying sleepless under the excitement of the novel pleasure whilst Allwork snored, Kitty frigged herself. The next night they frigged together. Betty said, \u201cIt\u2019s poor pleasure, \u2014 I likes a man, and you\u2019ll like a chap, \u2014 some one will fancy you soon, \u2014you let him do it. When you have a great stiff cock up your cunt poking and poking, and poking away, \u2014 oh ! it\u2019s delicious, and you won\u2019t like frigging after that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">One night the fishmonger was out, Kitty put the child to bed (he had the child to sleep in his bed usually). Bet and Kit were in the shop-parlour, and Jim in the shop. Betty went down to the kitchen, Jim soon afterwards told Kit to give an eye to the shop, and call him if wanted, and down he went. Kitty who had been sharpened in three weeks, who had seen Jim kissing Betty, and giving her funny pokes when he thought no one was looking, went to the kitchen-stairs, and going down a few steps slowly and peeping; saw Betty with her back up against the wall, Jim close up to her and his hands round her, and his bum moving in a funny way. She knew they were fucking, and fearful of being detected came softly into the shop again; but she made a noise. Up came Betty, the Master came home, and told Betty to go to bed, and Jim to shut up. Soon after Betty washed her cunt. That seems to have been an operation that Kitty never had seen her perform excepting on Sundays. Kitty then felt sure that she had caught Bet at the pleasant exercise, for she had heard how something thick and white came out of the man\u2019s cock, and how it was wise to wash the cunt out afterwards.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betty seems to have been suspicious, for she began asking why she had come down the stairs. To call Jim, a customer having come\u2014but he had gone away she replied. Betty was too clever to take that in. Did she see&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">her, she asked. Kitty had seen her and Jim standing close up in front of her, \u201cand he was moving about, and I told her\u201d, said Kitty.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 477\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Kitty on being pressed said she thought they were doing what Betty had said men and women did. \u201cFucking me?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d He was doing nothing of the sort, that she would swear; but they did it sometimes, for he was going to marry her soon, and after making Kitty promise not to tell, they went to sleep. \u201cIf you tell\u201d, said the knowing older one, \u201cyou will lose your place.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Next night Betty said, \u201cYou be quiet, Jim is going to marry me soon, only he don\u2019t wish it known, he is coming up when Master\u2019s asleep, and going to lay down by the side of me, \u2014 you sham to be asleep.\u201d Kitty remarked, \u201cHe can\u2019t lay here all night.\u201d No, when he had had his pleasure he would go. Kitty had fear come over her, but promised, then fell asleep, but awakened, and heard Jim say in a whisper, \u201cShe sleeps like a top.\u201d Then was a rustling and rumpling about, and Jim cried, \u201cOh! cunt,\u201d Betty said, \u201chush !\u201d they kissed, sighed, and Jim crept softly away, Betty got out and washed her cunt in the dark, and found Kit was awake.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">This went on for several nights, Betty had oiled the lock and hinges of the door, and when she heard the Master go up to bed, would softly open the door, and leave it ajar. When Jim had emptied his ballocks he would leave and close the door gently, Bet would light the candle, and wash her cunt. One night she said to Kitty, \u201cCome and see the stuff that comes out of a man\u2019s prick.\u201d Kitty jumped out of bed, saw the seminal sediment that Betty had washed out of her, and stood looking at Jim\u2019s spendings at the bottom of the wash-stand basin. \u201cLook how thick it is\u201d, said Bet. \u201cWe have no thick stuff, have we?\u201d Then she felt it. \u201cYou are a beast\u201d, said Kit. \u201cWait till you have a sweetheart\u201d, said Bet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhy\u201d, said I to Kit, \u201cI asked you before if you had seen any one frig, and you said only your cousin.\u201d \u201cYes\u201d, replied she, \u201cmy cousin Grace, you didn\u2019t ask me about any one else, but I did see a young man once do it to himself\u201d, added Kitty, \u201cit was my cousin Bob.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I made her tell me all about that. She had cousins male and female, one named Grace her friend, and a cousin Bob, who used to go and see them; he was a favourite of Kitty\u2019s mother, a lad of sixteen, a carpenter. Grace must have been about a year older than Kitty.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 478\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Kitty\u2019s parents lived in two rooms, and had the right to use a wash- house. I am sure from all she said they were steady working-people. The mother went out sometimes charring, leaving Kitty at home to mind the children. She was useful at home, mended and made their linen. Grace often used to help her at needle-work.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Before Kit went to the fishmonger\u2019s she was at home one day mending, and Grace with her. Grace was always talking about what she knew, and had frigged herself before Kit. Kit had tried to frig, but got nothing but a pleasant sort of feeling, nothing approaching the luscious crisis that she felt when Betty tried her middle-finger on her clitoris. A knock at the door. \u201cWho is there?\u201d \u201cBob.\u201d Kitty had been forbidden under pain of having her ears boxed, to let Bob or any one else in when her parents were out. \u201cYou can\u2019t come in\u201d, she cried. \u201cLet\u2019s in for a minute, I\u2019ve got something to tell you.\u201d \u201cTell me through the door.\u201d \u201cNo they will hear upstairs.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d Bob began rapping a tune with his fists on the door. Grace said, \u201cThe lodgers will tell your mother.\u201d Bob who seems to have been a little fresh said, \u201cOh ! won\u2019t you be sorry\u201d, and tramped downstairs.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A noise outside. \u201cWhy there he is again.\u201d \u201cIs that you Bob?\u201d No reply. \u201cSee if it\u2019s some one else.\u201d There was a shuffling outside. Grace got up and cautiously opened the door peeping. A big foot was thrust in, and she couldn\u2019t close it, then pushing the door wide open, and himself into the room comes Bob. Probably with the instinct of what might follow Kit had thrust the two children into the bed-room. Fe-males are strange and cunning animals; even at an early age, cunt is always ready, always inciting, and preparing them for cock; knowing or unknowingly, whether for intrigue, or objectless, or for the delight of doing what is forbidden; cunt is always inciting the female to help the male, for \u201ccock and cunt must come together\u201d, as poor Fred said.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Bob was making a half-holiday, had had enough beer to elevate him, and was of an age at which a prick has a habit of getting inconveniently stiff. If you can\u2019t afford to pay for cunt, or don\u2019t know a cunt which will take you up it for love, your prick is a restless article, which will insist on the buttocks pushing it somewhere or somehow, till the stiffness is taken out of it. A frisky youth with restless cods was in the room with two girls, one of whom was also frisky, and the younger inquisitive. They got joking, he&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">kissed them, they tickled him, till he threw himself on the floor, and rolled about as the girls tormented him, and thought they were getting the best of him. He suddenly caught hold of them both, pulled them on to the floor in a heap, one on the top of him one by his side, and holding one one way, and the second another way, managed to put his hand on to one\u2019s cunt, turned the other over, and lifting up her clothes slapped her naked backside; they struggling and crying out at the attack on their sacred privates, he fighting, overturning, and exposing the limbs of the lasses, until, as Kitty said, \u201che\u2019s seed all we\u2019d got to be seen over and over again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 479\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">This quieted Kitty and Grace. When released they called him a blackguard, and told him to go out of their room. \u201cI\u2019ll tell my mother\u201d, said Kitty. \u201cTell her\u201d, said Bob, \u201ctell her you saw this\u201d, pulling out a stiff prick, \u201cas stiff as yours\u201d, said Kitty, who was laying at the side of the bed feeling my cock about whilst telling me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWe turned away, then turned round, it was still out, he had got it in his hand, and was grinning. Grace said, \u2018Let\u2019s go to the children\u2019, and burst out laughing, so did I, because she did.\u201d Kitty stopped her, saying, \u201cDon\u2019t let the children see him, they may tell mother.\u201d After a time they turned round again, the fascination of the prick was on them, both wanted to see it. Grace winked at Kitty. \u201cGo away Bob\u201d, said Grace, \u201cyou\u2019ll get Kitty\u2019s ears boxed if it\u2019s known you have come in.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t care\u201d, said Bob, \u201cshow me your cunts, and I will. Cocky, cunty, cocky, cunty\u201d, he sang out, \u201clook here, \u2014 come and feel it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI don\u2019t know what you mean\u201d, said Grace turning round again. (Kitty said that Grace told her after-wards she wanted to see as much of his thing as she could.) \u201cShow us the crack between your thighs.\u201d \u201cYou beast, I\u2019ve a good mind to hit you\u201d, said Grace. \u201cCome on\u201d, said he. \u201cYou go.\u201d \u201cFeel my prick first.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cYou Kitty.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t you beast.\u201d \u201cBut\u201d, said she, \u201cI was curious like to feel it for all I said \u2018no\u2019 to him, and so was Grace.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Bob ran at Grace, and catching her, pulled up her clothes, and felt her; then running after Kit, he did the same, the whole three were yelling, Bob with his prick out promising to go if they felt him, they frightened of the mother coming home.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 480\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They were much agitated now, the children in the bed-room were crying at the row, and both girls threatening to call the lodger upstairs. \u201cLet me\u201d, said he, \u201clet me put my cock just on your naked thighs, \u2014 do, \u2014do, \u2014 do, \u2014 only for a minute.\u201d \u201cShan\u2019t you beast.\u201d \u201cOh! I must do it\u201d, said Bob, \u201cI must,-h000\u201d, and then sitting down on a chair, Bob closed his eyes, frigged away, and saying, \u201cOh! it ought to be in your ck\u2014ck\u2014cunt\u201d, spent, the two girls looking at him and at the sperm jetting out on to the floor.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They stood looking, never uttered a word, and fear came over them lest Kitty\u2019s mother should come home, and catch him there with his cock out, and his sperm on the floor. \u201cGo, there is a good young man,\u2013mother will be home directly, \u2014 oh ! that\u2019s her footstep, \u2014 run upstairs, and wait till she\u2019s in.\u201d Bob whose nervous system was I dare say a little shaken by his frig, buttoned up his trousers, and ran out of the room. The girls locked the door and listened, \u2014 it was not the mother, then they began to talk.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cThat\u2019s it on the floor, \u2014 that\u2019s what comes out of a man\u2019s cock when he puts it up a woman\u2019s thing\u201d, said Grace, \u2014 it\u2019s that which gets a woman in the family way, \u2014 it\u2019s that which gives them both pleasure when they do it together, when his thing is \u2018up her thing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Grace told all she knew, that when her mother was \u201clying in\u201d, she once peeped through a key-hole, and saw her father frig himself. They talked of the pleas.. ure they had heard it gave the woman to have that warm injection up her. Grace frigged herself, Kitty tried but got no pleasure, they sat opposite each other on chairs, Bob\u2019s spunk still on the floor. That was the only time she had ever seen spunk till she saw Jim\u2019s in the wash-hand basin. \u201cShould you like to see mine Kitty?\u201d \u201cShouldn\u2019t I!\u201d said she. \u201cYou shall some day\u201d, \u2014 and one day she frigged me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Kitty was quite artless when she told me this, she had taken a liking to me, though I did not then know it, and was delighted to tell me all, it seemed quite a relief to her to do so. She had never spoken to any one else about it. To a man? she should think not, \u2014 it was not likely, and though I asked her often and often about it at times she never varied the account. I believed it implicitly, and that is why I narrate it here.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Several nights Jim served Betty so, till one night Kitty sneezed. \u201cThe girl\u2019s awake\u201d, said Jim. \u201cWho is that?\u201d said Kitty shamming, though she&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">knew full well. \u201cIt\u2019s Jim, \u2014 you won\u2019t tell, will you?\u201d said Betty. \u201cI have told her you are going to marry me, \u2014 have I not Kit?\u201d Jim went on tailing his mistress, but now that he knew Kit was awake he put out his hand and felt Kitty\u2019s bum whilst fucking. \u201cDid you tell Betty that?\u201d said I. \u201cNo\u201d, said Kit laughing.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 481\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Next night Betty who seems to have taken delight in debauching Kit, made her feel Jim\u2019s prick, she pulled her hand to it. \u201cI thought I liked to feel, but I shammed that I did not.\u201d \u201cWas it big?\u201d \u201cIt seemed bigger than yours, but I didn\u2019t see it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">This went on for a fortnight or so, Kitty feeling always afraid that they would be found out, and so it came to pass. Illicit fucking in a house not your own is sure to bring trouble.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The Mistress\u2019 sister came to nurse her, and slept in her room. Betty said the sister gave a lot of trouble, and was always poking her nose where she had not business to poke it. Jim did not come up for one or two nights, he had heard some one moving either in the Master\u2019s, or in the sick woman\u2019s room. Kitty was glad of it. Jim I suppose at last randied out of his prudence one night, and Betty reckless for want of fucking, told him to come, and up he came. Then a violent knock at the door came just as he was fucking Betty.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWho is that?\u201d \u201cMe.\u201d \u201cWait a minute sir.\u201d \u201cOpen it, or I will break the door open.\u201d \u201cWait sir, I\u2019m not dressed.\u201d In came the door with a crash. Jim was just by the bed, Kitty standing by Betty, for both got up. At the door was the Master and his sister-in-law. \u201cYou damned whoring bitch\u201d, said the Master to Betty, \u201cat day-light out you go from my house.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The sister-in-law turned down the bed, looked at it, and then at Kitty. \u201cPlease Maam it\u2019s no fault of mine\u201d, said Kit. \u201cYou dirty little hussy, why did you not tell what was going on, \u2014 your father shall hear of this.\u201d \u201cDress yourself\u201d, said the fishmonger to Betty. \u201cLeave them alone till the morning\u201d, said the sister-in-law\u201d, \u2014 and both left the room. Jim half- dressed, without speaking a word, had crept down-stairs whilst the talk was going on. The Master did not speak to him at all.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cThey will sack us both\u201d, said Betty. Kitty began to cry. \u201cYou are a fool, there are lots of places. I hope old Vinegar-Chops liked the look of it\u201d, said Betty lifting up the towel (there were the drippings from Betty\u2019s cunt&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">on it), \u2014 I dare say the sour-faced beast knows what it is, \u2014 don\u2019t you cry, you will get a living if your father does turn you out, any girl can so long as she has a good face, and something warm between her thighs.\u201d That was Betty\u2019s comfort to Kitty.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #4a0f0f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 482\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After breakfast the Master put Betty outside the door, Kitty\u2019s mother was sent for, who boxed her cars all the way home, and the father knocked her down when he came home. \u201cIf I thought you\u2019d turn a whore\u201d, said he, \u201cI\u2019d murder you.\u201d She told her mother the truth entirely, but only got her ears boxed still more, \u2014 she should have told her Master, the mother said. After this she was again kept at home, a short time after her father died, her mother changed her quarters, keeping her indoors to take care of the children, and had no idea that her daughter was getting fucked to enable her to buy sausage-rolls, as well as for the pleasure of having a male.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/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 5 Kitty\u2019s antecedents. \u2022 The fishmonger\u2019s. \u2022 Jim the shopman. \u2022 Betty the maid. \u2022 Females in bed. \u2022 Mutual curiosity. \u2022 Letchery and frigging. \u2022 Educated in coition. \u2022 Against the kitchen-wall. \u2022 Jim in bed. \u2022 Betty\u2019s cunt washed out. \u2022 A look in the basin. \u2022 Cousin Grace, and &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1354\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Three Chapter Five<\/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-1354","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1354"}],"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=1354"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1354\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2113,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1354\/revisions\/2113"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1354"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}