{"id":1362,"date":"2022-08-18T17:32:10","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:32:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1362"},"modified":"2022-09-10T18:38:58","modified_gmt":"2022-09-10T18:38:58","slug":"volume-three-chapter-nine","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1362","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Nine"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1362\" class=\"elementor elementor-1362\" 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-fabdcaf elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"fabdcaf\" 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-f69ab13\" data-id=\"f69ab13\" 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-e09afeb elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"e09afeb\" 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\/3T339EAKj86QXOjRt9Icde\" 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-4afc368\" data-id=\"4afc368\" 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-d75373c elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"d75373c\" 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\/0Akbj0rtbOJw1hiTdNK5h2\" 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-0e1ce53 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"0e1ce53\" 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-c459872\" data-id=\"c459872\" 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-5bcc9b2 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"5bcc9b2\" 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: #731818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 500\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 9<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Returning home. \u2022 In the church-yard. \u2022 Two female labourers. \u2022 Among the tombs. \u2022 A sudden piss. An arse on the weeds. \u2022 Torn trowsers, and a turd. \u2022 In front of the public-house.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They went off, I crossed the road into the church-yard, through its posts at the entrance to prevent cattle passing, and over which with difficulty the girls had got their barrow and baskets. It was a huge church-yard, half of it mere field; at one end the rich were buried, and there were rows of tombs and monuments, the rest was only partially filled with tomb- stones of all sizes. As I entered it two women passed me; they were tall, stout, and dusty, had very short petticoats, and thick hob-nailed boots, dark-blue dresses hung over big haunches, little black shawls no larger than handkerchiefs over their backs. They had big black bonnets cocked right upon the tops of their heads, and seemed women who worked out of doors, agricultural laborers perhaps, or perhaps the wives of bargemen, for there was a canal through the village. They had the strong steady walk, and the body well balanced from the hips that you see in woman engaged in out-door occupations; perhaps they carried strawberries to the London markets in large baskets on their heads, and they walked as firmly as soldiers.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They went past me towards the monuments, both looked at me, and they quickened their pace as they went off. I was dying with want of a fuck. \u201cThey are going to piss\u201d, I thought. I knew the spot. We when boys, and I when a youth years before, had laid in wait to see nursemaids and their little charges turn up among the tombs to ease themselves, so I stopped and looked after them.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They heard my footsteps cease, turned round, looked at me, and walked on again. I followed slowly, they walked slower, so did I; they stopped, so did I; one turned round. \u201cWell young man, what do you want following us?\u201d This abashed me for the instant, but my prick standing gave me confidence.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou are going to piddle, and so am I.\u201d They burst out laughing, then checked themselves, and one said, \u201cWell I\u2019m blessed if you ain\u2019t well cheeked young man.\u201d \u201cArn\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s no business of yourn what we\u2019re a\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">going to do, \u2014 go your way, and we\u2019ll go ours.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll piddle by the side of you, \u2014 I like doing it where a woman does it\u201d, I replied. I was baudily reckless now.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #731818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 501\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI\u2019m damned !\u2014did you ever hear such cheek I\u2014go on young man, \u2014 or let us.\u201d On they went, I followed; they stopped, so did I; they muttered together half-laughing, and turning their heads round every minute, \u2014 and I went on chaffing about piddling.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They had got to a spot where there was a break in the row of tombs, and a length of turf with grass a foot high, burnt up, and almost made hay in the summer sun. \u201cI\u2019d give each of you a shilling to piss before me\u201d, said I. They had turned into this cross-passage between the tombs, and one could see them from the footpath through the church-yard.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh ! Lord\u201d, said one before I had got the words out of my mouth, \u201cI can\u2019t wait\u201d, \u2014 and squatting she began pissing whilst I made my offer, and laughing said, \u201cWell if ever I heard the like, \u2014 well young man, give it, \u2014 I\u2019ll never be paid again for getting rid of my water, I\u2019ll bet, \u2014 you do it Sarah.\u201d Sarah said, \u201cI shan\u2019t.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be a fool, take his bob.\u201d The other looked at me, the splash of the other woman\u2019s piddle fell on her ear. When any one wants to piss, and hears another doing it, the desire to piss becomes strong. Down Sarah squatted laughing, and her splash began, before the other had finished pissing.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I wanted to piss, but the rigidity of my prick pre-vented me; it wanted to evacuate its sperm before it got rid of the thinner liquid. I pulled it out in front of their faces as they squatted side by side, stiff and red-tipped; it throbbed, and knocked up and down in its randiness under every effort I made to turn on the water. One said I was a blackguard. \u201cI want a fuck so bad, \u2014 let me have you, \u2014 I\u2019ll give you five shillings.\u201d To which of the two I don\u2019t know, for I had no choice, one cunt was as good as another to me at that moment, and I pushed my prick towards one of them, who laughing put it aside with her hand.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cThere is a chance for you\u201d, said one to the other (they were both up then). \u201cWhat do you take me for young man?\u201d said the other, \u201cif my man were here he\u2019d knock your bloody head off.\u201d But both stood looking at my prick and me. I kept on asking, and offering the money, \u2014 no one would see us, \u2014 one could watch, \u2014 and so on.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #731818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 502\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDo you live about here?\u201d said one. \u201cNo, I am going to see a friend at \u2026.\u201d (naming a place about two miles off.) \u201cWeren\u2019t you never up here before?\u201d \u201cNever in my life, \u2014 here is your shilling\u201d, \u2014 and I gave it her. \u201cHere is yours.\u201d She would not take it. \u201cTake it Molly.\u201d She took it. \u201cOh! let me have you\u201d, said I selecting that one now for my addresses.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cThis is a bloody lark\u201d, said she, \u201cwhat do you take us for young man?\u201d \u201cLet me fuck you.\u201d Both stood still looking at me and my prick. \u201cSome one will catch us\u201d, said one moving out from the tombs, and looking up and down the pathway to see if any one was near, and then came back. I had got close to the other. \u201cNow Molly\u201d, said one anxiously, \u201cwhat are you about?\u201d \u201cOh! he\u2019s made me all overish.\u201d \u201cWell if you\u2019d been three months away from your old man as I have, there would be some excuse.\u201d \u201cNever mind, \u2014 you won\u2019t blab, \u2014 you stand there, and call if you see any one.\u201d \u201cThe grave-digger will catch you.\u201d \u201cNo I saw him right over by the church.\u201d \u201cCome away.\u201d \u201cNo, \u2014 you go and watch.\u201d And so we talked for a few seconds, but I never put my prick out of sight.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWell\u201d, said the other moving out of sight into the narrow path between the monuments, \u201cyou\u2019ll get into a mess.\u201d \u201cNo I shan\u2019t, \u2014 I\u2019ll let him for the lark of the thing.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The instant she had gone round the corner the selected one laid hold of my prick. \u201cDo it quick, \u2014 some one may come\u201d, said she as she grasped it. \u201cLie down\u201d. \u201cNo I won\u2019t, \u2014 it\u2019s ditry.\u201d \u201cNo it\u2019s dry, \u2014 the grass is quite hay.\u201d I stripped off my coat, made it in-to a bundle, and placed it for her head. \u201cThere, \u2014 there\u201d, I said, and pulled her down. She made no resistance. I saw white thighs and belly, black hair on her cunt; and the next minute I was spending up her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cShove on\u201d, said she, \u201cI was just coming\u201d, \u2014 and she was wriggling and heaving, \u201cgo on.\u201d I could always go on pushing after a spend in those days, my prick would not lose its stiffness for minutes afterwards; so I pushed till I thought of doing her a second time; but her pleasure came on, her cunt contracted, and with the usual wriggle and sigh she was over, and there were we laying in copulation, with the dead all around us; another living creature might that moment have been begotten, in its turn to eat, drink, fuck, die, be buried and rot. Suddenly she jerked up her arse, and pushed me.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #731818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 503\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh !\u201d said she uncunting me, \u201cthere is some one\u201d, \u2014and up she jumped. There stood the other woman. \u201cHow you frightened me\u201d, said she. \u201cThere was no one coming, \u2014 well it\u2019s a rum afternoon\u2019s job this\u201d, said she. \u201cDon\u2019t you blab.\u201d \u201cNot I.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had hidden my prick, but now my bladder insisted on its requirements being attended to, and I went to the spot which the two ladies had moistened, and pissed on it. The woman who had watched us fucking had dark eyes, she had looked at me without ceasing from the time I had got off from the other, and began pissing. My prick nearly at fucking size still, was pouring forth a copious stream whilst I was feeling its stem which the moisture from the other\u2019s cunt had saturated. Seeing her looking I pulled out balls and all, and finished by shaking my tooleywag. She laughed a low laugh. \u201cI feel all overish myself now.\u201d Her eyes looked like fire at me, fierce, lewd. \u201cI\u2019ll give you five shillings, \u2014 let me fuck you too, \u2014 she will wait and watch for us.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh !\u2014o !\u201d said the one whom I just had fucked, twitching about, and suddenly pulling up her petticoats, and looking up them, \u201cthere is something crawling up me.\u201d She felt up her petticoats, shaking them, and flourishing them about. \u201cOh !\u2014oh !\u2014just lift them up, and look Sarah.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Her companion lifted her clothes. \u201cGo away young man, you\u2019ve had your game I think.\u201d \u201cOh ! not there, \u2014oh! it\u2019s biting.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t make that noise.\u201d \u201cOh ! it\u2019s here, \u2014 there, \u2014 just there.\u201d Slowly the companion lifted the petticoats, first one side, then the other, showing thighs and rump, and a great ugly crawling black thing dropped; it had crawled up her petticoats whilst she was lying on the ground. I had drawn near, and was gloating over the display of charms. \u201cAin\u2019t he had a treat Molly!\u201d said she.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">This sight finished me by making me as stiff as I had been five minutes before; the other one still kept looking at me. \u201cI\u2019ll give you five shillings\u201d, said I. \u201cI\u2019ve a good mind\u201d said she. \u201cLor let him, \u2014 who\u2019ll know?\u201d \u201cHow stiff it is!\u201d \u201cLet him.\u201d \u201cFeel it\u201d, said I. The woman put her hand on it. \u201cI\u2019ll go and watch\u201d, said the other moving away. \u201cI shan\u2019t.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be a fool\u201d, \u2014 and she moved out of sight, leaving us two alone.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Not a word more was said, I pushed her up against the upright railings enclosing a monument; a slight stone-lodge going all round the monument put her about an inch above me, I lifted her clothes, for an\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">instant only saw another dark-haired cunt, and drove my prick up it. She felt pleasure the very first shove that I gave her. \u201cOh !\u2014oh I\u2014did she do it with you?\u201d \u2014did she spend?\u201d she gasped in whispers, looking me full in the face. \u201cYes she spent.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #731818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 504\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">That fetched her. \u201cOh ! I\u2019m coming, \u2014 oh ! it\u2019s a coming\u201d, she gasped, and laid her head over my shoulder. I felt her bum and belly wagging, and a perfect torrent of cunt-liquor ran down on to my balls. I had not long began my fuck, so was slower than with the first woman, and had fetched her a second time before I had finished her standing up against the railings. Then we stood, pressing our bellies together, keeping our genitals coupled, and looking in each other\u2019s faces without speaking, one or two minutes.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou don\u2019t know these parts?\u201d said she whilst we still were coupled. \u201cI\u2019ve never been here in my life before\u201d, I replied. \u201cHow hard your bum is, \u2014 are you married?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cIs she?\u201d \u201cNo,-let me go, she is coming.\u201d Down flopped my tool, and down fell her petticoats.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The first-fucked came round the corner, then we talked. I had given the first woman her five shillings directly after I had done her, and before she found the reptile in her petticoats; I forgot to pay the other. \u201cWell young man, you\u2019ve made a pair of us go crooked\u201d, said one. \u201cAye that he have; we\u2019ve played high jinks.\u201d \u201cGive us a kiss\u201d, said one. I kissed them both, and off they walked. \u201cHulloh !\u201d said I, \u201cI for-got the five shillings.\u201d \u201cLord so had I\u201d, said my creditor, \u2014 and I gave it her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDon\u2019t come our way, the grave-digger knows us, \u2014 go straight across there, and round the church.\u201d I watched them going along with their steady step; who could have known from their look and manner, that both had just been fucked ! Who can tell the state of any woman\u2019s cunt, whom you may meet anywhere ! I went to my mother\u2019s, the hair on my prick was gummed flat on my belly and balls, I found I had torn a hole in the knee of my trowsers, and a lump of turd was sticking to my coat, that I had made her a pillow with, the ground must have been hard and flinty, and some one had shit in the high grass. What were the women ? \u2014 certainly not gay. Did they fuck with me for fun, for letch, or for money? I often have thought of it, and came to the conclusion that both were lewd, that my baudy suggestions made them worse, my prick upset them, and the money finished it; but that wanting a fuck was the main cause;\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">that one whose old man had been away three months, how she looked at me and at my doodle, after I had fucked the first one !<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #731818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 505\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Towards dusk I went to meet my washerwomen. Near the corner of the lane in which they lived was an old-fashioned public-house well back from the road, in front of it were two large elm-trees, beneath them seats where poor people sat drinking and enjoying themselves in Summer. I stopped and looked. Quite at the back sat the two women whom I had fucked; they had pewter pots in front of them, and recognised me at once. Both got up, and rushed inside the public-house rapidly. Funk was on their faces, they seemed to struggle who should get inside the door first. I never saw them afterwards, but at the sight of them my cock stood rigidly, and I would have had them again had it been possible. Many a time since I have been to that churchyard to look at the place among the tombs where we three had our pleasures, and my prick always stiffened when I was there. Such impromptu copulations have a wonderful charm.<\/p><\/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 9 Returning home. \u2022 In the church-yard. \u2022 Two female labourers. \u2022 Among the tombs. \u2022 A sudden piss. An arse on the weeds. \u2022 Torn trowsers, and a turd. \u2022 In front of the public-house. They went off, I crossed the road into the church-yard, through its posts at the entrance &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1362\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Three Chapter Nine<\/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-1362","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1362"}],"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=1362"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1362\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2149,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1362\/revisions\/2149"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}