{"id":1535,"date":"2022-08-21T17:27:59","date_gmt":"2022-08-21T17:27:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1535"},"modified":"2022-09-13T18:38:00","modified_gmt":"2022-09-13T18:38:00","slug":"volume-four-chapter-twenty-two","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1535","title":{"rendered":"Volume Four Chapter twenty-Two"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1535\" class=\"elementor elementor-1535\" 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-d90c716 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"d90c716\" 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-4b74993\" data-id=\"4b74993\" 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-6667c42 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"6667c42\" 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\/0eOKnXs13MCcaCOburaRCA\" 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-3b4c015\" data-id=\"3b4c015\" 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-8bf8eba elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"8bf8eba\" 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\/24Jyb27HxNEigA6S5GTUtO\" 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-68f93b0 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"68f93b0\" 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-61206b0\" data-id=\"61206b0\" 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-a6ad8f5 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"a6ad8f5\" 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=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px;\"><main style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><article itemtype=\"https:\/\/schema.org\/CreativeWork\" itemscope=\"itemscope\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div itemprop=\"text\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"2835\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div><section data-id=\"4729d7c\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div><div data-id=\"1b0d39c\" data-element_type=\"column\" style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div data-id=\"468e4af\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\" style=\"width: 1063px; text-align: center; color: rgb(99, 29, 29); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif;\"><div><div title=\"Page 815\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 4 CHAPTER 22<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Loo on the beach. \u2022 The shop-boy\u2019s attempt. \u2022 Caught at the water-closet. \u2022 A knowing one. \u2022 The gay sister. \u2022 Success despairs of. \u2022 Over the china-shop. \u2022 Virginity slaughtered. \u2022 Alone in the lodgings. \u2022 The bed-room on the stairs. \u2022 Poking like blazes. \u2022 A gamahuche. \u2022 Aunt at market. \u2022 Clever dodges. \u2022 Naked in bed. \u2022 Homage to Priapus. \u2022 Belly to belly. \u2022 Belly to bum. \u2022 She on he. \u2022 The hand-glass. \u2022 Am I with child? \u2022 I leave M**g**e. \u2022 Sequel.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had no one now but Loo. She had gone out one evening without leave, and met me. Her aunt scolded. I got very warm in my hints and words. She laughed at them, but still I hesitated, she was such an odd, unusual girl. I did not know what to make of her, and my failure with the servant made me cautious.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was slow I found being always with my friends, the lady didn\u2019t like my taking her husband out of a night without her, so though dining with them I went out by myself, but usually came back just when the shop was being shut up, to catch Loo, \u2014 even if I went out afterwards.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The night after the new servant came, I left my friends at a concert, and went home. Entering I heard voices wrangling, and stealthily crept as near the partition-door as I could. Loo and the boy were scuffling. One second I couldn\u2019t hear a word, the next minute everything. \u201cDon\u2019t, \u2014 leave off, \u2014 I won\u2019t let you,\u201d \u2014 then a chair or something made a noise. \u201cOho,\u201d cried she, \u2014 \u201cshan\u2019t.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve felt it, \u2014 ain\u2019t it hairy?\u201d chuckled the boy quite loud. Another scuffle. \u201cI\u2019ll tell aunt, \u2014 don\u2019t, \u2014 oh! the lodgers will hear.\u201d Again a scuffle. \u201cOh! \u2014 now \u2014 you \u2014 shan\u2019t.\u201d \u201cCunt,\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh\u201d \u2014 \u201cPrick,\u201d \u2014 a slap. One of them banged right up against the partition, something dropped, and all for a moment was silent. I mounted the stairs out of sight, and listened. The door opened, the two came out at the same moment, and the servant, who had not gone, came out of the kitchen. \u201cI dropped the candle, and couldn\u2019t see, and jumped agin the door,\u201d said the boy. \u201cYou\u2019re a stupid clumsy,\u201d \u2018said Loo. The boy went out of the house like a shot, the servant and Loo into the kitchen.<\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 816\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">He\u2019s been feeling her cunt, \u2014 perhaps she him, \u2014 the little bitch had been fucked, thought I.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A day or two before I made a hasty offer to take her to London for a week, \u2014 would she go? \u2014 \u201cOh! won\u2019t I just, \u2014 I\u2019m longing to see London.\u201d Then, \u201cHow can I get away? \u2014 aunt would tell father.\u201d No she could not. \u201cTake a walk with me when the shop is shut up.\u201d But the aunt rarely let her go out in the evening, nor in the day, except on Sundays. Put up to it by me she told her aunt she would. \u201cWe\u2019ll go out together,\u201d said aunt, \u2014 but it rained a little, aunt said it would spoil her clothes, and would not go.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Next night the aunt was out, the girl had the shop shut directly it was dark, and spite of aunt came out to meet me on the beach. I told her what I had heard. She admitted the boy had tried to feel her, but had not succeeded. \u201cBut I heard him say it was hairy.\u201d \u201cHe\u2019s a liar.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t believe you\u2019ve got any hair there,\u201d said I. \u201cOh! ain\u2019t I though,\u201d said she laughing. \u201cLet me feel.\u201d Then in the dark, little by little, I man-aged to feel a fat pair of thighs, and the tip of a cunt. She sat quiet, at last kissing me, and I her. One of her legs was over the other, so that my finger could only just rest on her clitoris. Then she felt my prick. It was a lovely hour I passed on that seat by the shingle. I whispered in conversation, \u201cprick,\u201d \u2014 \u201ccunt,\u201d \u2014 \u201cfuck,\u201d \u2014 that magical triad. \u201cOh! I knows what yer means.\u201d \u201cOpen your thighs now,\u201d \u201cthere then, \u2014 oh! you hurt,\u201d \u2014 and she got up. \u201cYou wicked little devil, let me.\u201d I thought her cunt seemed open enough. There was a row when she got home, but she cheeked her aunt boldly.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Next morning I went to the closet, some one was there, and wanting to bog badly I went down to the closet in the yard, pulled open the door sharply (it was not bolted, and there stood Loo with petticoats up, showing both legs nearly to her backside. She was just turning to seat herself. \u201cOh!\u201d she shouted dropping her clothes. \u201cOh!\u201d said I banging the door to, startled as much as she was. I went off, but an hour afterwards bought some fruit, \u2014 no one was in the shop. \u201cI saw your bum.\u201d \u201cYou didn\u2019t,\u201d said she without a blush. \u201cI did.\u201d \u201cIt was no fault of mine if you did.\u201d \u201cShow it me now, \u2014 there is no one here.\u201d \u201cShan\u2019t.\u201d She really blushed, and sat down, but could not contain herself from laughing. I showed her my prick, and was nearly caught doing so, by some one entering the shop.<\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 817\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She got out another night to walk with a female friend whom the aunt thought Loo could be trusted with. Directly clear of the house, that girl went off with her lover, \u2014 five minutes later I was with Loo on the beach. It was moonlight. How I cursed the moon, then luckily heavy clouds hid it. Now I talked about copulation openly. She knew all about it she said, and at last admitted laughing that she had felt the shop-boy\u2019s prick. \u201cNo,\u201d no other man\u2019s excepting quite small boys, \u2014 she had felt those. \u201cLet me do it to you, \u2013 \u2013 why not?\u201d \u201cI would, but I am frightened, \u2014 sup- pose I had a child.\u201d I told her how I would prevent her having one. No, she was frightened. We felt each other well. How I restrained myself from frigging God only knows; but we were only about an hour gone.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Next day I felt her quim in the shop and again as she went up to bed, and showed her my prick. What risks I ran, and how I escaped! Had my friend opened his door, or the girl opposite opened hers, I must have been caught.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I found she did not like being in the shop, did not like her aunt, and soon after said she would go away with me to London, if I liked (I\u2019d now offered to keep her). That bothered me, I had only just got rid of a woman, and did not want another. \u201cBut in London you\u2019d come to grief, \u2014 perhaps go on the town, and be miserable.\u201d Well she didn\u2019t care, she wouldn\u2019t stop with her aunt, didn\u2019t want to go home \u2014 had had enough of them. She had a sister who was gay at ****, who told her she was very jolly. The murder was out, her cheek and frank acceptance of baudy suggestions, her knowledge of fucking, were due to her gay sister. At once I said, \u201cWhat\u2019s the good of sitting here by the sea where we may be known? \u2014 let\u2019s go and have a chat and a glass of wine in a house.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cWhy you know you\u2019ve been fucked, Loo,\u201d said I angry, not mincing words now, and believing she was shamming for a purpose. \u201cI\u2019ll take my solemn oath on any Bible, I ain\u2019t had it done to me,\u201d said she earnestly,<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 but I didn\u2019t believe her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">There were constant quarrels now between her and her aunt, \u2014 we heard them upstairs. Mrs. L**g, my friend, complained of the noise. Then I found that Loo had been sent there by her father to keep her away from her gay sister. All this time my friends had never noticed my goings on with the girl, all having been done by us two with such stealth.<\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 818\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After that night I talked open smut to her, and felt her, and she felt my prick on every opportunity. We discussed fucking, and getting with child, as if we were married. She a girl of sixteen would look me in the face, and laugh about it without the sign of a blush. It was the most extraordinary state of things I ever have experienced; but matters stopped there. A month nearly had passed, I had shagged the woman (already named) on the sands two or three times, to keep myself from fist-fucking, and liked the novelty of the place; but I was very lewed on Loo. She liked the spooning, and liked my feeling her cunt, but, \u201cNo, I\u2019m frightened, \u2014 I won\u2019t go anywhere with you, \u2014 I won\u2019t let you do it.\u201d \u201cI fucked a girl on the sands, as you would not let me,\u201d said I in just those words. \u201cLor you didn\u2019t.\u201d \u201cI did.\u201d She became quite silent.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">My friends were now leaving. \u201cI\u2019m going away with them Loo, as you won\u2019t meet me.\u201d I said that on two successive days. She made no reply. Sunday came. \u201cCome out this evening.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m going to church with aunt.\u201d \u201cWell, meet me instead.\u201d She did, and I got her without any trouble to the china-shop, and five minutes after that, we were sitting close together, her hand round my prick, I titillating her clitoris, our mouths glued together, speechless. Oh! those lovely five minutes. Her thighs and bum gently moved. \u201cOh! don\u2019t.\u201d \u201cGet on the bed, Loo, \u2014 don\u2019t be foolish, \u2014 we\u2019ll feel each other better there.\u201d She rose. \u201cTake off your gown, you will rumple it.\u201d She took it off in silence, and got on to the bed herself without help. We laid down. \u201cWhat a lovely fat bum you have. \u2014 I must kiss it.\u201d I loosened my trousers. \u201cThere now, let my prick just touch your belly, \u2014 feel me.\u201d My fingers slipped along her cunt, and I tried to put one up it. \u201cOh! you hurt.\u201d Is she virgin? Then without any resistance I laid on her. She sighed, her thighs opened, I adjusted my prick, grasped her buttocks firmly, and thrust. \u201cOh \u2014 ohoo! \u2014 bar!\u201d one loud cry only. I had shattered it in three or four hard thrusts. She was a virgin, and a tough one. My sperm was filling her cunt the next minute. She had meant fucking some hours before, I am sure of it, and almost fancy now, that she had made up her mind to have it done to her, long before that Sunday.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Coming to my senses, \u201cDid you like it \u2014 did it give you pleasure?\u201d \u201cNo it hurt,\u201d said she with perfect tranquility. I laid still, kissing her, nestling up her my stiff prick, put my fingers down, and found them red. I had put a towel on the bed, and now pushed it under her buttocks, and&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">uncunted, \u2014 I thought soiling her linen might cause her difficulty. For a moment to my delight, I saw the unusual sight of a virgin cunt just fucked, and then pushed the napkin between her thighs. \u201cYou never have had it before,\u201d I remarked. \u201cI told you so,\u201d she replied. She laid still till I suggested her washing. As she washed, \u201cYou\u2019ve made me bleed,\u201d and she laughed. The affair did not seem very serious to her. Then we talked, I saw her cunt, and fucked her twice more, \u2014 the second poke I stopped in the middle. \u201cDon\u2019t you feel pleasure now?\u201d \u201cOh! yes \u2014 oho, ah!\u201d She did not get home till past ten o\u2019clock. I went home first. Her aunt rowed her in the passage. Walking with a friend, \u2014 walking with a friend was her only reply. My friends heard the row in the passage, as well as I, and next morning re-marked, they were afraid that shop-girl was giving her aunt much trouble, \u2014 Mrs. L**g said she looked an impudent minx.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 819\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then came that delicious time when a couple both on heat scheme how to fuck on the sly. It seems to me the most delicious gratification of sexual passion, when it is done thus successfully. To kiss, and finger your privates, whisper as you pass, give signals to each other, cunt in one\u2019s mind, cock in the other\u2019s; to think all day when, where, and how the copulation is to come off: to watch this one who is in the way, scheme to get the other out of the way, hatch excuses for getting out of the house, tales about where you have been, and reasons for coming in late is delightful. I love the secret joys of success in deceiving, the passionate fuck here, there, anywhere, just as the opportunity offers; the rapid spend from genitals in which from thinking constantly of it, with lewed desire for hours, the sperm and sexual juices have been accumulating, ready for mingling. I had all this with Loo, have had it with many other women since the age of sixteen, and know nothing in life so soul- absorbing, so delicious. Next day we felt each other in the shop, on the stair-case, and going up to bed. Next day promised to be unsuccessful for us, but I was so lewed that I was ready for any risk, \u2014 she much the same. We could think of no place, till suddenly, \u201cThere is the bed-room on the stairs, \u2014 it\u2019s empty, \u2014 no one will think of your being in there.\u201d I went in the evening to a bazaar with my friends, left them there; and then slipped into the house, and into the bed-room unobserved. The servant had left, the aunt went out, and Loo slipped into the room.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She had left the boy in the shop. I fucked her quite in darkness on the bed-side, \u2014 the boy thought she had gone up to her bed-room. I sat&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">patiently half an hour, then up she came, and we did it again. Nearly another hour and again she came, and was fucked. \u201cYou haven\u2019t washed your cunt, have you?\u201d \u201cNo, \u2014 ought I?\u201d said she. \u201cIsn\u2019t fucking nice?\u201d \u201cOh! ain\u2019t it just!\u201d The -boy wondered at her keeping the shop open so late. \u201cThe bed (a feather one) will show,\u201d said I. \u201cAs I come down in the morning, or directly Tom\u2019s gone, I\u2019ll set it to rights,\u201d said she.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 820\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">For the rest of the time of my acquaintance with this red-haired damsel, my dodges and devices to get her were mostly like those with little Sally, already told of. The circumstances were nearly the same. A sea-coast town, a lodging-house, a landlady, a young lady anxious to get her cunt buttered, a man in full health, intent on buttering it for her. Who could under those circumstances prevent copulation?<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The next night she went out without asking leave, and I had her in the china-shop. \u201cMy darling let\u2019s look at your cunt.\u201d She opened her thighs quite freely. \u201cDoes it look much different to what it did?\u201d She had been trying to look at it in the glass, but couldn\u2019t see, \u2014 she hadn\u2019t a hand- glass. \u201cBut it feels quite different,\u201d she remarked. We fucked like blazes for a couple of hours. There was a great row, and threats of the aunt about her absence, when she got back.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was biggish, almost a woman in form, but with girlish expression in face. Excepting for that she looked eighteen. She had large thighs, a fat backside, and nice plump, but little breasts. Her flesh was beautifully white. She had a pretty cunt, a very fully-developed clitoris, and the hair on it was more carroty than that on her head. I had never yet seen a regular carroty cunt, but there was not much hair, \u2014 in that respect it looked sixteen. The edge of the split hymen was well jagged, any one could have seen that it had not been split up long. I looked at it till the exceptional letch seized me. I tickled the clitoris with my tongue till she gave a sigh, then the idea of giving her full pleasure enchanted me. I closed my mouth on it, and licked, and licked, and thrust my tongue in and out, till she writhed. \u201cLeave off, \u2014 oh! \u2014 it\u2019s dirty, \u2014 oho!\u201d My jaws ached, my tongue was weary, I thought it was impossible to finish her, till with a strong effort, gliding my tongue over her clitoris, with all the rapidity that fatigue would let me, her thighs opened, and with a low yawling, half-moan, half-sigh she spent, clutching my hair spasmodically, and her thighs nipping. I don\u2019t know how long I had been&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">operating on her, and wonder why I did not fetch her sooner. I never did it to her again, and can\u2019t account for this sudden letch, \u2014 I never can give reasons for gamahuching one woman, and not another. Next day my friends left, I stayed, and hired their two rooms, and the odd bed-room, \u2014 the old landlady said she could not let them together. The weather was getting cold, no other lodgers were expected, the shop-business fell off. The landlady next day asked if I would mind her waiting on me, as she and her niece could do all I wanted, unless other lodgers came. Though delighted I said in a dissatisfied manner that I expected to be properly cooked for, and waited upon; that I didn\u2019t like persons above their positions about me, and so on. Oh! she\u2019d take care, and her niece should wear a cap. Soon after she returned. Would I excuse the cap, \u2014 her niece would not wear one; \u2014 she added that the girl had given her father lots of trouble, and now gave her trouble, \u2014 and she should send her home. How I laughed in my sleeve; the servant left, the shop-boy remained, a charwoman came for an hour daily, and the landlady, Loo, and I were alone in the house at night.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 821\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I got lots of trouble, sending the landlady out to buy this and that. Whenever I wanted her out of the way I sent her to buy something. I kept her hard at cooking, and did not care what it cost to get her out of the house, nor did she, for she got profits. When she was out up came Loo. In a trice I had her on my bed, and shagged her. The landlady laid the cloth, my beefsteak was burnt, and I grumbled. She was very sorry. Then she laid the cloth an hour before my meal, so that she might cook. I wasn\u2019t going to have a table-cloth on in the room all day, \u2014 I should dine out. Oh! she was so sorry. \u201cGet a servant then.\u201d Well she would, \u2014 but would I mind her niece without a cap laying it? \u201cNo, let her,\u201d \u2014 and up came Loo. What a lark! the woman was cooking whilst I was pulling up Loo\u2019s petticoats, slapping her backside, kissing her motte, she laying the cloth. Then I slipped into my bed-room. Then knock, knock, \u201cYour dinner\u2019s on table sir.\u201d In I went. \u201cI see the young woman has laid it all right.\u201d \u201cYes sir, I\u2019ll see that she does.\u201d I rang, and up came Loo. \u201cA bottle of pale ale.\u201d The shop-boy fetched it, Loo cleared the table, and had a glass of ale, her aunt had gone out to buy me something so we fucked. A randier little bitch never had a prick up her. At a late dinner it was the same game, and Loo\u2019s cunt had another seminal libation. What a jolly&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">day! Is it my luck, or my clever manoeuvring? I think that latter, for I have had much practice in this sort of thing.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 822\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">For a week, twice a day, and mostly three times I had the girl. She gave me hints when to get her. \u201cAunt will go out at such a time.\u201d \u201cWhere will the boy be?\u201d \u201cIn the shop, \u2014 I\u2019ll tell him I must be in the kitchen, \u2014 he dare not leave the shop, \u2014 if he goes in-to the parlour even, aunt would send him about his business, \u2014 he puts any money he takes down on to the counter, till aunt takes it.\u201d Then up skipped Loo directly she thought it safe, got on to my bed, and almost pulled her own petticoats up, so longing was she for the prick. Directly afterwards, and often with her carroty quim unwashed, off she went. I grumbled about her want of attention to her aunt, to keep up the deception. The old woman let out about the girl being a wild one, and giving her trouble, and then for a couple of days the woman attended to me herself, and I had no poke.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cAunt goes to market herself to-morrow,\u201d whispered Loo grinning. During the season a relative went to the market for her. At six o\u2019clock next morning off aunt went, Loo partially dressed, let her out. The boy was to have been there to open the shop. He entered by the private door to do so, and Loo had cunningly told him to come later. The lock was always bolted back when the door was opened in the morning, so that lodgers could let themselves in and out. The lass omitted this, and there were we in the house alone and secure, I in bed ready.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Upstairs she ran like a hare, \u201cPull off all your clothes, \u2014 yes, naked.\u201d \u201cNo I won\u2019t,\u201d \u2014 the only objection I ever heard her make. But I stripped her and myself, and in a minute we were both start naked in my bed together. What a delicious cuddle we had on that chilly morning! Then I gratified my eyes, never having seen her naked before. A little reddish hair was just showing in her armpits. A kiss on her pretty little breasts and her red-haired motte, a peep at the ragged, jagged opening of her cunt. I knelt over her, and she kissed my prick, \u2014 never before, and she did it with such delight. Then ouf! in tight libidinous naked embrace our genitals coupled. Oh! what a divine fuck it was, \u2014 luckily with a towel under her back-side, I don\u2019t spoil sheets, and give trouble now, \u2014 I deluged her cunt. Everything is nice to people in copulation. \u201cPut your hand down darling, and feel my prick in you.\u201d \u201cOh! isn\u2019t it wet!\u201d \u201cDo you&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">like fucking naked in bed?\u201d \u201cOh! yes, it is nice, \u2014 do married people do it naked?\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 823\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then lying coupled, nestling our bellies, talking of fucking, instructing her (half the delight of having a virgin is in instructing her in libidinous acts, and in-stilling into her mind ideals of copulation), kissing, tongue- sucking at intervals. We passed a time. \u201cCan you feel that my prick\u2019s getting smaller in your cunt?\u201d \u201cYes it is.\u201d \u201cDo you like the feel of the spunk in it?\u201d \u201cOh yes I do\u201d (a question I have put to all my virgins before, but ever fresh it comes). \u201cFeel my prick now it\u2019s out. Isn\u2019t it small!\u201d \u201cYes, \u2014 I shall try to make it stiff.\u201d \u201cDo love, \u2014 let me look at your cunt.\u201d Thighs wide opened I saw the offering my prick had left there. \u201cWould you like to see your cunt now?\u201d \u201cYes, \u2014 but it looks nasty, don\u2019t it?\u201d \u201cNo dear.\u201d I stiffened. \u201cLook love, look at my prick. \u2014 let\u2019s fuck before your aunt comes in, \u2014 get up, \u2014 kneel, \u2014 there, that\u2019s it,\u201d \u2014 and then with her white, smooth, hard backside against my belly as I knelt at the back of, her, I had another glorious fuck in her smooth, sperm-lubricated vulva.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhat am I doing dear?\u201d \u201cOh! \u2014 ah! \u2014 a doin it to me \u2014 ah\u201d \u201cSay flicking.\u201d \u201cFuck \u2014 hing, \u2014 ah! ah!\u201d We are quiet, I am bending over her, hands quiet on her buttocks, motionless all but in the last throbbing of my prick, and the gentle clipping of her cunt round it, as my ejaculation finished.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">My prick kept in its channel, her bum close into my belly. What delicious tranquility, and soft baudy dreaming. \u201cIs it nice this way dear?\u201d (the first time I had done it so). \u201cOh! yes, do married people do it this way ever?\u201d A silence. \u201cHow long\u2019s aunt been gone? \u2014 oh! that\u2019s the boy ringing.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t move Loo, \u2014 my prick\u2019s stiff yet.\u201d A pause. \u201cOh! I\u2019d better, \u2014 he\u2019ll keep on a ringing, \u2014 what a nuisance.\u201d \u201cLet him ring.\u201d \u201cOh! take it out, \u2014 he might tell aunt, \u2014 and I\u2019ve got to dress.\u201d Out I pulled it, she dressed (a frock over her chemise). \u201cI shall tell him I fell asleep.\u201d Then she let him in, and again came to me. We kissed, felt each other\u2019s genitals. \u201cDon\u2019t wash your cunt, Loo, and we\u2019ll do it again at breakfast.\u201d Off she went, dressed properly, and lighted the kitchen-fire.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When she brought my breakfast, \u201cI wish we could sleep together.\u201d \u201cSo do I,\u201d she replied. \u201cWe\u2019d sleep naked.\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d said she grinning, but we never did. We could not manage a poke till after luncheon, and then did it on the sofa, backside to belly again, because it took so long to make the&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">feather-bed look square, after we had rumpled it. How quickly she rumped up to my prick! \u2014 how gloriously she fucked! She was made for fucking, and loved it. I guess that in a year or two, when full-grown, it will take a strong man to do all her carnal work. Her exact age was sixteen years and one month the day I broached her.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 824\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We were baulked all the next day, for the aunt at-tended to me, but the next morning went to market. The boy\u2019s mother was ill, so Loo told him he might come late, and again in bed naked we strummed. I put her on the top of me. Libidinous devices, played with the young lass, pleased me fifty times as much as with an accomplished courtesan. \u201cAre you coming Loo?\u201d \u201cY \u2014 hes, y \u2014 hes,\u201d \u2014 our salivas were mingling. \u201cDo married people do it like that?\u201d said she as she lay on the top of me after her spend.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had every meal at home, and had cooking and things fetched at intervals all day long, to get the aunt out of the way. To my annoyance she said she must get a servant, for it was too much for her. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you make your niece do more?\u201d \u201cShe don\u2019t like waiting (all arranged), \u2014 the girl\u2019s a rare trouble to me, and to her poor father; but I must send her home.\u201d \u201cAs you like, but I am not likely to dine at home so much.\u201d No servant was got, \u2014 one would have spoiled all, \u2014 so I did not lose my lass. Every other morning the aunt was away for about two hours, and did not know the boy came late (he was glad to come late), for the shop was always open before she returned. We lost no time, my prick was in Loo\u2019s cunt five minutes after her aunt went out, and generally in it a quarter of an hour before she came back. Between our carnal exercises, she with only a frock on lighted the kitchen-fire, and let the boy in, stripping and getting into bed with me like lightning between those performances. She now kissed and toyed me most lasciviously directly she got into bed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">One morning I lent her a hand-glass, and helped her to inspect her cunt. She contemplated it with great satisfaction. I pointed out to her the edges of the ruptured hymen, \u2014 it almost looked like a cock\u2019s-comb on each side, she said.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI wonder if I\u2019m in the family way,\u201d said she one day just after we had fucked, and whilst she was taking away my breakfast things. She had had no symptoms, no sensations that she knew of, but she wondered, \u2014 she&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">would know by the following Monday. On Monday she was all right, the redness showed, and for three days she was untouched. Then we resumed our fornication, and for nearly a month more carried on this sweet little game of copulation, and I believe unsuspected excepting by the boy.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 825\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was close to November, all visitors were gone, and I told her then that I must leave, and then for the first time she showed anxiety about her future, and shed tears. But from conversation, though she had now got very close, I firmly believe she had made up her mind to turn strumpet. Her aunt and she quarrelled daily. Aunt was always threatening to send her home, she threatening to run away. I urged her going home, and one morning feeling uneasy about her, I gave her twenty pounds in sovereigns. That set her crying violently (she had never asked me for a farthing). As I could not take her to London (which it was impossible for me to do), perhaps she\u2019d go home. \u201cIf you don\u2019t go home, stay here, \u2014 you\u2019re handsome, \u2014 you\u2019ll get a sweetheart, and marry if you\u2019re careful, \u2014 he won\u2019t find out what you\u2019ve done.\u201d Only common shop-people spoke to her she remarked with a toss of her head, as if she thought them not good enough.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Two of her monthly periods had passed since I first had her, without signs of pregnancy. I felt quite comfortable about that, and after a heavy day\u2019s fucking, and three hicks on the last morning done with great risk, to my astonishment she suddenly cried bitterly, and just before her aunt came home, put her bonnet on, went out, and I never saw her more. The aunt was in a state of anxiety when I left, and so was I, the girl being so peculiar in character. I feared she would come to London, but I never saw her, if she did. The following spring, being about twenty miles from the town, I went there purposely to enquire. As I saw the aunt in the shop I went in, and bought something.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The aunt knew me, smiled, and asked if I were coming to M***g**e again. \u201cWhere is your niece?\u201d said I casually. \u201cOh! gone home \u2014 or somewhere.\u201d After a pause, \u201cShe gave my poor brother lots of trouble.\u201d I asked one or two fishing questions, but learnt nothing further. I am convinced that she turned gay, and would have done so whether I had had her or not. She was made for much fucking, was ready for it, waiting&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">for it. I believe she often had felt the shop-boy\u2019s prick though she denied that. She admitted once having done so, but they were always scuffling.<\/span><\/p><\/div><div title=\"Page 826\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It is funny that I should so soon after I had a lady with a ginger-coloured motte, have fallen upon a red-haired motte. Liking neither of the colours I yet much enjoyed both women, but Loo far better than the other, owing to her youth, freshness, and inexperience. But each woman as she succeeds another, seems fresh to me, and brings her own peculiar charms and enjoyment. The delights of women are inexhaustible.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">(I was alone nearly all this time at M**g**e, the season was over; what acquaintances I had had left, and these notes were written partly whilst there, and the rest soon after, for I had just then strongly on me the desire of describing the incidents of my private life, and writing them gave me the greatest pleasure. 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