{"id":1641,"date":"2022-08-25T18:03:38","date_gmt":"2022-08-25T18:03:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1641"},"modified":"2022-09-21T16:49:05","modified_gmt":"2022-09-21T16:49:05","slug":"volume-six-chapter-six","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1641","title":{"rendered":"Volume Six Chapter Six"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1641\" class=\"elementor elementor-1641\" 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-65f3dc7 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"65f3dc7\" 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-75cc34b\" data-id=\"75cc34b\" 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-34b4d15 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"34b4d15\" 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\/1EboG8hEAhvszw6b5pJPT0\" 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-ea4fe9f\" data-id=\"ea4fe9f\" 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-08b233a elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"08b233a\" 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\/2FewPEqNSITUoMww7QBndp\" 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-c1fae3f elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"c1fae3f\" 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-41f3e31\" data-id=\"41f3e31\" 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-6d42cbd elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"6d42cbd\" 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 style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\" data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"2923\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\"><div><section data-id=\"36295d2\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div><div style=\"width: 1083px;\" data-id=\"a9dfc82\" data-element_type=\"column\"><div style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div style=\"width: 1063px; text-align: center; color: #571616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif;\" data-id=\"0f70227\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\"><div><div title=\"Page 1106\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 6 CHAPTER 6<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Big-eyed Betsy Johnson. \u2022 Early acquaintance. \u2022 Brothels closed. \u2022 Ten years later. \u2022 It\u2019s you Betsy! \u2022 Her huge nymphet. \u2022 Protuberant eyes. \u2022 Witty baudiness. \u2022 My erotic requests. \u2022 Her help. \u2022 With Betsy and a man. \u2022 Hesitations. \u2022 His offers. \u2022 I frig him. \u2022 His arsehole offered. \u2022 No erection available. \u2022 Pestles and bumholes. \u2022 Spunk and a toothpick. \u2022 I poke Betsy. \u2022 His thumb on my bum. \u2022 A little virgin wanted. \u2022 One found. \u2022 At J***s St. with her. \u2022 Another Molly. \u2022 Betsy\u2019s baudy antics. \u2022 Molly modest, stripped, and liquored up. \u2022 Pitching shillings at cunts. \u2022 Molly refuses my amatory advances. \u2022 Betsy\u2019s threats.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">[Before I tell about my acquaintance with this woman, \u2014 I must recall some facts to explain how that acquaintance was first made.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Some time before the termination of my acquaintance with Sarah Mavis, with whom I was so desperately infatuated, the London public had a fit of virtue to which it is subject periodically. It commenced a crusade against gay women, and principally those frequenting Regent and Coventry Streets, and others in that neighbourhood. Many nice, quiet accommodation houses were closed, and several nice gay women whom I frequented disappeared. Indeed, for a time, the police were set on with all their brutality . Women by dozens were taken before magistrates ruthlessly, and altho mostly cautioned and set at liberty, some were imprisoned; and the effect was, that for a short time the streets named, and a few others, were all but cleared of gay women.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Among the women who disappeared was one named Betsy Johnson, a lovely little creature under twenty, and in the perfection of her youth. Just before she disappeared, she said one night to me in her jocular way \u2014 \u201cFucking is done for here except for love, so I shall take to washing for my living.\u201d \u2014 She disappeared, and I was now to meet her again some nine or ten years after].<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was in the middle of November, and but about a month only after I had said good bye to Rosa W***e. \u2014 I was walking along the Strand, one very nasty, muddy, dank, dark night. The whores were lifting up their petticoats, partly to escape the mud, but more I expect to show their legs,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">as high as they dare. and I was gazing on them with pleasure, my mind wandering from their legs to their backsides. I passed a female nearly, then stopped \u2014 as I seemed to recognise an old carnal acquaintance.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1107\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhy, it\u2019s you Betsy.\u201d \u2014 I turned round, and passed into a side street, followed by the female. \u201cI don\u2019t recollect you, yet I know the voice,\u201d said she. \u2014I made myself known. Several years had passed since I had seen her. It was Betsy Johnson, whom I had fucked just after she had turned gay, and at about the time I was in love with Sarah Mavis, and had quarrelled with her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betsy was a middle-sized female, but her plumpness and roundness were delicious. Her form was lovely then. She had a delicious skin, as smooth as ivory, fine chestnut hair, the same colour on her cunt hair, of which she hadn\u2019t much. She had two defects. Her eyes were excessively prominent, the clitoris was large, and the nymphae very large. They hung out when first I knew her, and when she was not twenty years old, full half an inch below the outer lips, and for the entire length of the split. I did not like that, yet I used to have her, for she was so beautiful in form, so smooth in skin and fucked so divinely and her cunt fitted me heavenly. She was the wittiest woman of her class I ever met \u2014 it was good neat wit \u2014 and baudy wit as well at times for she was fond of baudiness \u2014 She enjoyed it. She at that time took a fancy to me, but I did not return it \u2014 tho I saw her once or so, when I quarrelled with Sarah, as to the best of my recollection I have already narrated.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We went to a house and she stripped. She was as beautifully shaped as ever \u2014 but her genital deformity had increased. \u2014 The nymphae hung down outside the cunt lips, I am sure one inch and a half along her whole split. \u2014 We had a long conversation about it and I told her of women having them cut off, I had read of that being done. \u2014 She was immensely interested in that, and also had heard of its being done. \u2014 She must muster up courage to have them cut, she said. \u2014 Men, she was sure, didn\u2019t like those flaps \u2014 tell her, \u201cDid they?\u201d \u2014 Since she had been back in London, she could not secure any regular friends, and kept very poor. \u201cThese precious nymphae must be the cause, they do not please I expect.\u201d<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1108\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">1099<\/p><\/div><\/div><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was always lascivious. \u2014 \u201cYour fucking is delicious, me dear. You still do it well.\u201d \u2014 On my preparing to leave. \u201cWhy sure, and you\u2019re not going after doing it once, and all these years since I\u2019ve seen you?<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 I recollect you, when I had to tell you you had done enough for your money. \u2014 Ah, I\u2019m older, but sugar me if you go yet,\u201d \u2014 said she, clutching hold of my prick. So we fucked again and again, for I could not resist her. \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ll go home straight me dear tonight, won\u2019t you, a fresh cunt won\u2019t make it stand again, till you\u2019ve laid on your back a little, and filled yer belly with grub, me dear.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWon\u2019t you see me again?\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cPerhaps.\u201d \u2014 \u201cAh,\u201d said she reflectingly. \u201cYou don\u2019t like me, I\u2019ll go back to S***b**ry. I\u2019m not getting on here \u2014 whoring is not my game now.\u201d \u2014 She was one of those who boldly spoke of whoring for her living \u2014 I did not like that. \u2014 \u201cWhy, it\u2019s what it is, isn\u2019t it?\u201d she had said when I checked her for her plain speaking.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I did see her again, but her large flapping nymphae rather turned my lust off. I wanted to go to her rooms.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 \u201cYou can\u2019t, it would horrify you,\u201d said the poor woman. \u2014 \u201cYou see, I\u2019ve only a gown and chemise on<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 it\u2019s all I\u2019ve got, but I must show my legs nice.\u201d \u2014 \u201cMy legs are my fortune sir,\u201d she said. \u2014 She had a lovely leg still, and had silk stockings on, and nice boots, tho almost without under-clothing. \u201cI sleep on the floor on a mattress, there is no bedstead, only a mattress, a table, and a ferry in the room that\u2019s all. I\u2019ve not even a blind me darling.\u201d \u2014 She was not Irish, but affected the brogue.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When we were parting, \u201cCan I do anything for you?\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 she asked \u2014 what she meant I didn\u2019t exactly know, but chaffingly I replied. \u2014 \u201cYes, Betsy. Get me a nice young cunt without a bit of hair on it\u2014 and a man to frig.\u201d \u201cOch, yer baste, is it a young cunt yer wants, \u2013 not for Joseph. But I\u2019ll get you a man easy enough if you mean it.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI do,\u201d said I \u2014 suddenly thinking I should. \u2014 \u201cWell, there are plenty of them\u201d \u2014 \u201cBut in your room.\u201d \u2014 \u201cImpossible, you and the sod too, would not stop in it five minutes.\u201d When I told her those wants, I didn\u2019t mean what I said, but at a subsequent meeting she suggested them, and it ended in\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">my arranging to meet her with a man, and we were to go to his rooms together two or three days after, for she had stimulated my curiosity.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1109\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I met them in S**o S****e. \u2014 He took off his hat respectfully. \u2014 \u201cGo ahead, and I\u2019ll follow,\u201d said I, and on they both went. \u2014 She then fell back \u2014 I was nervous and told her so. \u201cIf I go with you and him is all square?\u201d \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s all safe, but mind he shan\u2019t touch me, he shan\u2019t fuck me if that\u2019s what you mean \u2014 I can\u2019t bear the beasts.\u201d \u2014 \u201cAll right, go on, I only want to see what a man of this sort is like.\u201d \u2014 On the two went, crossed O*f**d St., to a long street, out of which turning up a paved court, he opened with a latch key a door and up we all well went to a first floor over a shop, and into a well furnished sitting-room, and bed-room. As we entered she again fell back, and whispered, \u2014 \u201cMind he don\u2019t touch me.\u201d \u2014 \u201cAll right, but no plant Betsy, eh?\u201d \u2014 \u201cAll square, my pet.\u201d \u2014 It was a dark night, and I was awfully nervous, but an extraordinary curiosity was on me. I wondered if it was great pleasure to bugger \u2014 Betsy had said that men had told her it was.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At last then, the erotic caprice, which I been thinking of at intervals for years, a caprice which had sub-sided, been forgotten, but from time to time been roused by the sights through key holes and peep holes, of couples fucking: a caprice which had got strength, by each succeeding prick I had seen, and specially by the big furnished young man, whom I last saw (poking his wife at Paris) was to be gratified \u2014 I had over-come all scruples, and satisfied myself that there was no more harm in feeling another\u2019s prick, than in feeling my own. \u2014 There was the man before me, on whom I might satisfy all my curiosity \u2014 and yet I began to tremble. \u2014 Once indeed on the road I stopped Betsy, and said I should not go home with them \u2014 but on her laughing at me, I persevered.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Indeed my heart had palpitated so violently as I followed them, and I felt so afraid of what I was doing, that once I thought of running away \u2014 (I have since that time, had a similar fear) \u2014 Pride, bravado, and the curiosity of handling another man\u2019s prick, of seeing his emotions in spending, kept me going. \u2014 It was nothing but curiosity for I never liked a man even about me. \u2014 But to frig one! \u2014 Ah! So many years had elapsed since I had done that, that I seemed to have forgotten all about it.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1110\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We went into the bed-room together. She stayed in the sitting-room. \u2014 \u201cShe is better there,\u201d said he. \u2014 \u201cLet\u2019s see your prick,\u201d I said as soon as I had a little overcome my tremor. \u2014 He pulled it out, it looked small. I touched it with a sort of dislike. \u2014 \u201cAre you fond of a bit of brown?\u201d \u2014 he asked. \u2014 I did not under-stand and he explained. \u2014 \u201cWe always say a bit of brown among ourselves, and a cunt\u2019s a bit of red.\u201d \u2014 I had a feeling of nausea, but went on. \u2014 \u201cLet\u2019s frig you.\u201d \u2014 He took off all but his shirt, and seating him on my knee I began to frig him. He questioned me whilst doing so \u2014 had I been up a man? \u2014 \u201cNo.\u201d \u2013 Then there was no pleasure like it. \u2014 I frigged violently but his prick would not stand, I talked baudy and about women. He said \u201cA bit of brown is worth a hundred cunts.\u201d I felt quite disconcerted, for his cock remained small and flabby. I had thought that talking about cunts would stiffen it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The conversation, then led by him, took an arsehole turn. \u2014 He asked me to let him feel my bumhole. \u2014 I consented. \u2014 In for a penny, in for a pound, I began to think. Taking down my trousers, he looked at my<br \/>bum, and his prick stood at the sight. \u201cIs it virgin?\u201d said he, and felt it. \u2014 Then, standing by my side, my left arm round his waist to steady me, I frigged him and the little bugger spent but a very little. I rushed to wash my hand.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When he had composed himself, he washed his tool, and became very curious about me, and most energetically felt my prick. \u2014 \u201cPut it up me,\u201d \u2014 said he. \u2014 \u201cI can\u2019t, my prick won\u2019t stand.\u201d \u2014 \u201cShall I suck it?\u201d \u2014 \u201cYou?\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes.\u201d \u2014 \u201cDo you do so?\u201d \u2014 \u201cLord yes, I have had it so thick in my mouth, that I\u2019ve had to pit it out of my teeth with a toothpick.\u201d \u2014 I turned sick, but after a time I turned his arse towards me, and got my prick stiff by hard frigging, determined to try what buggery was like. But the moment I put it against his arsehole down it drooped \u2014 He was kneeling at the side of the bed. \u2014 \u201cWet it well with your spittle,\u201d said he, wetting his own hole. \u2014 It was useless, and I desisted. \u2014 \u201cYou will presently,\u201d he re-marked. \u2014 But tho I tried again and again, determined to know everything, and to do everything once in my life, it was useless.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then he went to a drawer, and produced a small marble pestle such as chemists use, and asked me to let him put it up my bum, extolling the pleasure I should have. \u2014 \u201cIt must hurt,\u201d I said. \u2014 \u201cOh dear no, look.\u201d \u2014 Going to the side of the bed, he laid down, and cocking up his legs,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">shoved it up his own arsehole a little way. \u2014 That only made me feel more sick, I was so unsophisticated in such matters. I expect he saw that, for he took it out. But then he produced two more of different sizes, one quite a large one, and told me there was a friend he visited every week, who met him in his stables, and he put the larger one up his fundament. \u2014 That man said it was not large enough to give him pleasure. \u201cI put it up him to there\u201d said the sodomite marking with his thumb the spot on the pestle. But the description made me feel more modest. \u2014 \u201cYou should have the small one up first, I will do it for you, and I know such a sweet young man who would suck your prick at the same time if you would like.\u201d \u2014 \u201cOh, no.\u201d \u2014 \u201cDo let me sod you,\u201d \u2014 said he all at once and quite affectionately, \u201cI should so like to do it to you and take your virginity,\u201d and he shook his prick, and frigged it a little. \u2014 It was not stiff, and was very sharp pointed, but not at all a large one.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1111\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I was now quite flabbergasted. His coolness and his tale of picking his teeth free of semen, made me actually shudder. \u2014 Then the pestels. \u2014 Fancy two men together in a stable, one shoving a pestle up the other\u2019s bum. \u2014 How curious I thought, yet how abominable \u2014 it\u2019s incredible. Yet still I felt curious. \u2014 \u201cDoes it make him spend\u201d I asked \u2014 \u201cHis prick stands after I have worked it up and down in the brown for a while, then I go on gently, and suck his prick, till he spends,\u201d \u2014 he replied coolly. Again I frigged him curious to see his emotions, and watched his face when with difficulty he spent slightly. \u2014 But my cock would not stand. \u2014 So I went into the room to Betsy, determined to try her cunt. \u2014 She had been, she told me afterwards, looking through, and listening at the door all the time. \u201cDon\u2019t come near me\u201d said she to the sod. \u2014 After much ado she made my cock stand, I mounted her, and fucked, feeling his prick whilst I did so \u2014 that either suggested itself to me, or he suggested it \u2014 and it seemed to increase my pleasure.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then as I rammed up Betsy\u2019s cunt I became conscious he was feeling me behind, and that his thumb or finger was intruding into my bum hole. \u2014 \u201cFeel her brown,\u201d said he. \u2014 I was in the height of my pleasure. \u201cYou beast,\u201d said Betsy. \u2014 Whether I obeyed his ad-vice or not, I can\u2019t say. I spent, and fetched her and then we quickly parted. \u2014 I gave him a sovereign, no more, and her two, before each other. \u2014 They made no remark. \u2014 I promised to see him again but had no intention of doing so, and never did.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1112\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I met her soon afterwards, and she was curious. \u201cDid his arsehole seem large?\u201d I was unable to tell her, disliked even to refer to it, yet my curiosity seemed unsatisfied and I had a sort of desire to learn more, yet a dislike to myself for desiring it. \u2014 When she asked me if she should get him again, I refused point blank, yet all the time longing to try, and dissatisfied at not having put my prick up him to see if it gave some unknown pleasure or not.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But I spoke to Betsy again about an unfledged virgin cunt. \u2014 She shook her head \u2014 did not know where to get one \u2014 the boys had all the girls when quite young. \u2014 Didn\u2019t she know what games boys and girls were up to when quite young. \u2014 She had lived at ***** \u2014 and there was not there a girl over fourteen who had not had it done to her \u2014 and by the boys \u2014 boys not men and in the fields, tho sometimes at home. I had heard similar accounts from women years before, and believed her. \u2014 \u201cI\u2019ll get you half a dozen little ones without hair, but they all know as much as I do about fucking.\u201d \u2014 That offer I declined, for I knew there were plenty like that about the streets, whom I could get without her assistance. \u2014 \u201cA virgin, a virgin, and with no hair on her cunt, or nothing.\u201d \u2014 Well she would if she could, but she shook her head. \u2014 Her last words were \u201cJust a little hair on it you wouldn\u2019t mind, would you?\u201d \u2014 \u201cPerhaps if only just shewing, but mind, I\u2019ll have a good look at her cunt, with thighs open, before I have her. No virgin no pay. I won\u2019t be gammoned.\u201d \u2014 \u201cAll right, me dear, but you\u2019ll have to wait pretty long.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I met Betsy a little time afterwards by mere chance, and was going to pass her, but somehow she recognised me and touched me on the elbow, saying hastily, \u2014 \u201cCome here, come here I\u2019ve been looking for you for a week.\u201d \u2014 We turned up a side street. \u2014 \u201cOh if you mean it, I think I\u2019ve got such a nice girl for you, but I shall run a risk.\u201d \u2014 We had a long conversation, I gave her money to make presents to the girl, and some for herself, but not much. \u2014 \u201cI think she will, but if I can\u2019t get her, I can\u2019t, and then you\u2019ll think I\u2019ve chiselled you.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo I shan\u2019t,\u201d and we parted.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I looked for Betsy and a few days after saw her. \u2014 \u201cShe\u2019s a virgin,\u201d \u2014 said she, \u201cbut I don\u2019t see my way to it yet.\u201d \u2014 \u201cAh, the old game.\u201d \u2014 \u201cThought you\u2019d say so, you old fox.\u201d \u2014 Betsy tried hard to make me go to a house with her but I would not, tho I made her again a little present, and agreed also the price for her services if they were of use. \u2014 \u201cI fear I can\u2019t\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">manage it,\u201d said she, \u201ctho she is a randy little bitch, and is longing to know what fucking is like, the boys have felt her cunt and she their pricks \u2014 she\u2019s told me so \u2014 ah! she is a regular hot-arsed one and you may as well have her whilst she\u2019s got it to give, and you\u2019ll give me the money on the night you have her first?\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes, if she be a virgin, not otherwise, and I\u2019ll see her cunt well before I do her.\u201d \u2014 \u201cAll right, you old fox she was a virgin last night I\u2019ll take my oath.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1113\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">More than a week passed. Then I looked out for and saw Betsy. \u2014 I passed her, touched her lightly, said \u201chish\u201d \u2014 and passed on, turning up the next convenient by street. \u2014 Betsy followed me and began breathless. \u2014 \u201cOh! It\u2019s such a chance, \u2014 I\u2019ve walked up and down here for three nights, and never left the street till midnight, nor left with a man, for fear of missing you.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cShe is a virgin.\u201d \u2014 Then she told me that the lass had only the signs of hair on her cunt. \u2014 Yes, she had seen her cunt, and had looked at it well. \u2014 \u201cYes \u2014 wide \u2014 wide \u2014 open \u2014 and you can scarcely get your little finger up the hole, me dear \u2014 it\u2019s just large enough to let her monthlies through \u2014 and she\u2019s only had her monthlies twice, \u2014 you\u2019ve got a rare chance \u2014 and such a plump, fine, little divel, I\u2019d like to do her myself. But give me a sovereign to rig her out you\u2019d like to see her look nice. Honour bright \u2014 did I ever deceive you? Oh no, not next week, meet us tomorrow night, don\u2019t lose a night, or you may miss your chance, she has been sleeping with me three nights and I don\u2019t let her out of my sight. She is such a hot-cunted little devil, that God knows what she\u2019ll be up to. \u2014 I\u2019ll give her boots and stockings, and say you sent the money for them \u2014 and you tell her you\u2019ll give her a silk dress \u2014 and a crinoline \u2014 don\u2019t forget the crinoline, she is mad for one (they were just in fashion), you\u2019ll be pleased, she is as well shaped as I am. \u2014 I\u2019m only frightened they won\u2019t let her in the house, but they know you well there in J***s St., and that\u2019s a good deal. \u2014 If they do object you must come to my garret, tho I fear they\u2019d hear us there.\u201d \u2014 Thus she talked on energetically, without stopping, and saw her ten pounds almost in her pocket.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Next night was dark and cold, and they met me in L**c**t*r S****e. \u2014 The girl looked young and a little object. \u2014 Betsy told me to say the girl had been in with me before if they objected. \u2014 We entered. The door sounded the warning click. I went in first, feeling a little nervous, and\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">had gone up a few stairs, when the door-woman said, \u2014 \u201cShe can\u2019t go in Miss, I can\u2019t let her \u2014 she is very young.\u201d \u2014 \u201cOh, she\u2019s not young at it \u2014 she has been half a dozen times before with me and my friend \u2014 hasn\u2019t she sir? \u2014For she is sixteen, tho she looks so young,\u201d said Betsy in a low tone.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1114\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cShe looks very young,\u201d said the woman hesitating and standing at the door. I turned round. \u201cIt\u2019s all right, she\u2019s been in here with me before, why object now?\u201d \u2014 \u201cShe looks very young,\u201d the woman said again \u2014 just then another couple pushed open the street door. \u2014 \u201cGo on, go on,\u201d \u2014 said the woman \u2014 \u201cfirst floor front,\u201d and up Betsy and the young one came with me. \u2014 The door-keeper was anxious to get us out of sight of the couple just entering, they helped to settle the question.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The woman soon followed us into the room, and staring hard at the young one, \u2014 \u201cIf it\u2019s all right, I\u2019ve nothing to say,\u201d said she. I put a sovereign into her hand. \u201cWe shall stop all night.\u201d \u201cTwo ladies sir.\u201d I gave her another, shut the door in her face, and bolted it. \u2014 Betsy winked at me. \u201cI knew she would if you spoke, and you\u2019ve stumped up handsome.\u201d I had in-deed, and had never been charged for two ladies before in that house.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betsy had made up the girl in the oddest way with a big bonnet, and she looked almost a bundle of clothes too big for her. \u2014 It was an error in the disguise I saw at a glance. \u2014 But there we were, all three snugly in the best room in the house. Betsy pulled off her bonnet and shawl as quickly as possible. Then she pulled a great shawl off the little one, and a bonnet big enough for a grenadier, and I saw a lovely girl of about fifteen, looking up earnestly from rather deep-set eyes. \u2014 \u201cThis is the friend who sent you the boots and stockings, and he\u2019ll give you a lovely crinoline,\u201d said Betsy. \u2014 \u201cWon\u2019t you, sir?\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes,\u201d \u2014 said I.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I stood staring with delight whilst Betsy undressed both of them in an agitated manner. First she pulled off her own gown \u2014 then the girl\u2019s. \u2014 Then she stripped herself to her chemise, then the girl. \u2014 When the girl was in her chemise, Betsy pulled her slap down on the sofa, and put her hands under charming plump, little breasts \u2014 \u201cAin\u2019t they a pretty pair,\u201d said she \u2014 \u201cand, oh! she has such a fat bum and pretty little cunt.\u201d \u2014 She lifted the chemise, and the girl pushed it down. \u2014 She had never taken her eyes off me, nor I off her. \u201cDon\u2019t, Betsy.\u201d \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t you be a little fool,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">look here,\u201d \u2014 and Betsy throwing up her own chemise rolled back on the sofa threw up her legs, opened her thighs well, and pulled her cunt lips wide open. \u2014 \u201cThere look at that, me dear \u2014 there\u2019s a sight for a stiff prick.\u201d \u2014 \u201cOh! \u2014 Oh! Betsy, don\u2019t,\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1115\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2013 said the girl. \u2014 \u201cDidn\u2019t we do so last night my dear.\u201d \u2014 \u201cOh, not before a man,\u201d \u2014 said the girl, colouring up and trying to pull Betsy\u2019s chemise down.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t \u2014 for shame.\u2019 \u2014 \u2018Shan\u2019t \u2014 Pough \u2014 all my eye, Molly \u2014 show him yours.\u201d \u2014 \u201cShan\u2019t \u2014 you\u2019re dirty.\u201d \u2014 \u201cDidn\u2019t we look at each other\u2019s last night, Molly?\u201d \u201cNot before a man \u2014 don\u2019t now, Betsy. \u2014 Oh, don\u2019t before him.\u201d \u2014 It was said quite naturally.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But Betsy pulled right off her own chemise, turned to the girl, and in a jiffy had pulled hers off also. \u2014 There they were, both naked except their boots and stockings. Then with a laugh, she threw herself back on the sofa, and pulled her cunt lips open again \u2014 calling on Molly to do the same. The girl timidly looking at me, putting one hand modestly in front of her cunt to hide it, and trying to regain the chemise, which Betsy Johnson had put under her own backside.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I sat down, pulled the little one to me, felt her pretty breasts, her plump round little bum and thighs. She all the time kept her hand in front of her sacred split. I pulled her then on to the sofa, and got my hand between her thighs, talking baudy, and kissing her. \u2014 Betsy had got up, and stood naked with her arse to the fire looking at us letting out baudiness, and inciting the young one to comply with my wishes. \u2014 Then I pulled off my clothes to my shirt, and showed her my pego, stiff as a poker and like a burning coal. \u201cOh! There\u2019s a glory,\u201d said Betsy. \u2014 \u201cOh, don\u2019t hide it Molly, I wish it were going up my cunt instead of yours.\u201d \u2014 and stooping she kissed it and pulled me towards her by it. \u2014 \u201cKiss it, Molly,\u201d \u2014 said she \u2014 \u201ckiss it before it goes up you. \u2014 Oh! Wow \u2014 wow \u2014 wow\u201d \u2014 and she put my prick in her mouth till it was nearly out of sight. The little one stared. \u201cOh, ain\u2019t you dirty?\u201d \u2014 \u201cDirty, you little fool \u2014 a prick\u2019s nice wherever you put it, nice anyhow, and anywhere. \u2014 You\u2019ll think so before a week \u2014 you\u2019ll be ready to eat one a week after it\u2019s been up your cunt, Molly.\u201d \u2014 \u201cOh \u2014 oh,\u201d and she went on putting it in and out of her mouth, and kissing it down to my testicles.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1116\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I sat down again, got the little one on my naked thigh, and put her little fist round my prick. \u2014 Betsy keeping up her baudy patter all the time. Then I pulled the little one to me, her legs apart, mine between them, and my pego rubbed between her plump thighs. I grasped her plump little bum, and kissed her, whilst she kept struggling \u2014 mildly tho \u2014 \u201cOh, don\u2019t now \u2014 oh, Betsy \u2014 don\u2019t let him \u2014 it\u2019s dirty \u2014 don\u2019t\u201d \u2014 and so on. Then I got out wine and liqueur which I had brought with me. \u2014 There was only a water tumbler in the room and we all three drank out of it. I would not ring for glasses lest the servant should come in, and see the youth of the lass. The liquor was nice to her for she drank freely, became talkative, and laughed. \u2014 Up to that time she had, tho tolerably passive under my handlings, looked scared and fixedly at me only uttering, \u201cOh Betsy, don\u2019t do so \u2014 Oh I\u2019m \u2014 astonished.\u201d \u2014 Now she was more at home. \u2014<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I delighted in talking to her \u2014 anticipating the de-light to follow. \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ve never had any man\u2019s hand between your thighs have you dear?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo sir.\u201d \u201cAnd never put your finger up your cunt?\u201d \u2014 \u201cLord,\u201d said Betsy, \u201cyou could not get your finger up it. I tried the other night, didn\u2019t I Molly?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo.\u201d \u2014 \u201cOh, you little liar. \u2014 I did and I showed her the difference, and told her she couldn\u2019t have any pleasure till her hole was as large as mine, and she put her fingers up mine to feel.\u201d \u2014 \u201cOh \u2014 o-oh \u2014 o-oh Betsy, I didn\u2019t.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYou did, you little fool, you got your hand nearly up it.\u201d \u201cOh, you beast you said you hoped you might be struck dead if you told of me,\u201d \u2014 said the young one looking quite aghast. \u2014 Betsy laughed. \u2014 \u201cI said any girl but not a man it don\u2019t matter to him. \u2014 He\u2019s a man and going to make your cunt like mine. \u2014 Oh, won\u2019t your little hot arse shake, where his balls are close up to it. \u2014 You\u2019ll bless me tomorrow, when you get your new dress and crinoline \u2014 and you\u2019ll be asking him to put his prick into you again and again.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cLet\u2019s look at your cunt Molly,\u201d said I, trying. I threw her on her back on the sofa and knelt down in front. She resisted vigorously. Betsy caught hold of her arms and pulled her back, whilst I pushed her legs wide open \u2014 the little pink gash widened, but I could not in the struggle and excitement satisfy my curiosity, so desisted for a while. We then drank and talked more, till my lust made me furious to begin.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1117\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">What strange whims and caprices I have had with women, and usually quite impromptu. I wonder if other men have suddenly thought of such amusements and tricks. \u2014 I now had one. I took some shillings out of my pocket, and sitting down on the floor with my back to the fire, \u2014 \u201cOpen your legs wide Betsy,\u201d said I, \u201cas you sit on the sofa and I\u2019ll throw shillings at your cunt. Every time I hit between its lips the shilling is yours \u2014 if I miss, I\u2019m to have three throws more with it and then it\u2019s yours.\u201d \u2014 Betsy screamed with laughter, brought up both heels to the level of her buttocks on the sofa, and spread out her thighs, shewing a wide split, that a half crown could have gone into. I pitched the shillings at her cunt \u2014 one on two hit it and she made Molly pick them up. \u2014 The girl stood looking at me \u2014 then at Betsy, and repeating, \u201cWell, you are dirty,\u201d astonishment in her eyes manner and voice but she picked up the shillings fast enough \u2014 and gave them either to me or Betsy as she was told. \u2014 At length she laughed and hid her face with her hand. \u2014 \u201cOh, ain\u2019t he one,\u201d said she.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cLet\u2019s throw at yours, my darling,\u201d said I \u2014 \u201cLet him\u201d said Betsy \u201cor I shall have all the shillings.\u201d \u2014 The girl hollowed refused, resisted, till Betsy lost her temper, so we had more wine. At length, \u201cNow I\u2019m going to look at your cunt.\u201d The wench was now well warmed by wine, baudy conversation, and tricks, yet still there was delay, and she refused. \u2014 Betsy said she was not going to be fooled \u2014 what she had come to do, she would have to do. \u2014 She might go away if she would not. \u2014 Go and get a lodging where she could. \u2014 \u201cLay on the steps all night if you like, you shan\u2019t come home with me \u2014 and you know,\u201d she said in a significant tone to the girl which I did not then understand. \u2014 With a little more persuasion, the naked lass laid on her back on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down. \u2014 It was at the side of the bed away from the gas, Betsy had pushed her on that side of the bed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">For half a minute I gazed at her with delight as she lay with wonderfully large thighs, and legs, and would never have believed her youth, had it not been for the hairless cunt, and youthful face. She was country born she had said, and early used to work in the fields, such work soon develops the form, and hence her beauty but I soon began my investigation into her virginity.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/article><\/main><\/div><\/div><\/div><footer style=\"box-sizing: inherit; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, #191919, #191919), url('https:\/\/darklanternentertainment.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.My-Earliest-Recollections-of-Things-Sexual.jpg'); background-repeat: repeat; background-position: center center; background-size: auto; background-attachment: scroll;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, #eeeeee, #eeeeee), url('https:\/\/darklanternentertainment.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.My-Earliest-Recollections-of-Things-Sexual-1.jpg'); background-repeat: repeat; background-position: center center; background-size: auto; background-attachment: scroll; min-height: 60px; color: #222222; font-family: Sancreek, sans-serif;\" data-section=\"section-above-footer-builder\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; grid-template-columns: repeat(2, 1fr); align-items: flex-start; max-width: 1200px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; align-items: flex-start;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 516.5px;\" data-section=\"section-footer-menu\">\u00a0<\/div><\/div><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; align-items: flex-start;\">\u00a0<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, #191919, #191919), url('https:\/\/darklanternentertainment.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.My-Earliest-Recollections-of-Things-Sexual-1.jpg'); background-repeat: repeat; background-position: center center; background-size: auto; background-attachment: scroll; color: #222222; font-family: Sancreek, sans-serif; background-color: #ffffff;\" data-section=\"section-primary-footer-builder\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px; margin-bottom: 10px;\" data-section=\"section-fb-html-1\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center; color: #d3d3d3;\">\u00a0<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/footer>\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 6 CHAPTER 6 Big-eyed Betsy Johnson. \u2022 Early acquaintance. \u2022 Brothels closed. \u2022 Ten years later. \u2022 It\u2019s you Betsy! \u2022 Her huge nymphet. \u2022 Protuberant eyes. \u2022 Witty baudiness. \u2022 My erotic requests. \u2022 Her help. \u2022 With Betsy and a man. \u2022 Hesitations. \u2022 His offers. \u2022 I frig him. \u2022 His &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1641\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Six Chapter Six<\/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-1641","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1641"}],"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=1641"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1641\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2639,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1641\/revisions\/2639"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}