{"id":1643,"date":"2022-08-25T18:04:08","date_gmt":"2022-08-25T18:04:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1643"},"modified":"2022-09-21T16:53:42","modified_gmt":"2022-09-21T16:53:42","slug":"volume-six-chapter-seven","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1643","title":{"rendered":"Volume Six Chapter Seven"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1643\" class=\"elementor elementor-1643\" 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-8f906fa elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"8f906fa\" 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-0a4dcc2\" data-id=\"0a4dcc2\" 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-6efc44a elementor-widget elementor-widget-image\" data-id=\"6efc44a\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"image.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-1024x1024.jpg\" class=\"attachment-large size-large\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-scaled-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-scaled-100x100.jpg 100w, https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-scaled-600x600.jpg 600w, https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-1536x1536.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-2048x2048.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-1320x1320.jpg 1320w, https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Vol.6-Chapter-7-560x560.jpg 560w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\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<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-369cc76\" data-id=\"369cc76\" 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-e701826 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"e701826\" 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\/7JhvPMw9Aw8edA78oTZ1UG\" 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-581ad25 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"581ad25\" 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-39c4610\" data-id=\"39c4610\" 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-39e592b elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"39e592b\" 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: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1119\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 6 CHAPTER 7<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Molly\u2019s virginity verified. \u2022 All three on the bed. \u2022 Molly refuses me. Betsy\u2019s rage. \u2022 My prick up Betsy temporarily. \u2022 Molly convinced. \u2022 I mount her. \u2022 A wriggler and screecher. \u2022 The bed pillow employed. \u2022 Stroke number one. \u2022 The bloody sequel. \u2022 Stroke number two. \u2022 Betsy screwed. \u2022 Stroke number three. \u2022 Molly spends. \u2022 A night\u2019s cock-work. \u2022 Three in a bed. \u2022 Three weeks with Molly. \u2022 My erotic whims. \u2022 Difficult postures. \u2022 Betsy\u2019s assistance. \u2022 Molly on Betsy. \u2022 I fuck Betsy. \u2022 Molly jealous. \u2022 Betsy frigging herself. \u2022 Sudden disappearance of the two. \u2022 Reasons months after. \u2022 The washerwoman in quod. \u2022 The Priest\u2019s interference. \u2022 With Betsy in a Bath. \u2022 Fucking under water. \u2022 The Brothel in J***s St. closed.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had doubted Betsy, and thought she was going to sell me about the virginity, spite of her protestations, and spite of my telling her that if not satisfied, I would only give her the price of a fuck of herself, and a little present to the girl: and knowing the room and the way the furniture was placed, and where the gas was, this now occurred to me again. I had to prevent my being cheated, and to get a good look, brought a candle with me which I now lighted, and stood by the side of the bed, \u2014 Betsy close to me. \u2014 I took one of the girls\u2019 legs, Betsy the other. \u2014 \u201cOpen your thighs and let him look, you said you would \u2014 you promised me you would \u2014 there\u2019s a darling,\u201d said she.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The girl\u2019s legs opened wide \u2014 I gave Betsy the candle, and with the vacant hand pulled open wide the lips of the little cunt, which was of a delicate pink, with the slightest signs of dark hair just on the mons. \u2014 excited as I was, and with a prick throbbing as if it would burst, or spend without a touch, I saw that the cunt had never had anything larger than a finger up it. With an impulse I have always had with hairless cunts, I put my mouth to it, and gave it a little lick. Such a mouthful of saliva came, and ran out of my mouth at once. \u2014 The girl struggled as she felt my tongue, and closed her thighs on my head. The spittle had covered her cunt \u2014 I threw off my shirt, pushed Molly straight on the bed, got on it by the side of her, and Betsy got on the other side.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1120\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But she would not let me mount her. In vain Betsy coaxed and bullied by turn. \u2014 \u201cNo \u2014 no,\u201d \u2014 she had altered her mind. \u2014 She was frightened \u2014 it would hurt, \u2014 it would make her bleed. \u2014 Then she burst into tears and cried. I desisted, Betsy quieted her, for fear of the people of the house, and when she had done she spoke to her in a subdued voice as nearly as possible thus.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou bloody little fool. I had pricks up me twice as big as that, and longer than his, before I was your age \u2014 don\u2019t I get a living by fucking? \u2014 Don\u2019t I get silk stockings and dresses by fucking? \u2014 How are you going to live? \u2014 Who\u2019s going to keep you, I want to know? \u2014 What did you come here for? \u2014 Didn\u2019t you promise me? \u2014 Didn\u2019t you say you\u2019d let him? \u2013 Didn\u2019t you say you\u2019d like to be fucked if it was nicer than frigging yourself\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The girl made no reply, and was confused and shaking. \u201cAll right, you may go, and you may get home as you can,\u201d \u2014 saying that, she jumped off the bed and rolled up in a bundle the girl\u2019s chemise and petticoat, which were quite new. \u2014 \u201cYou shan\u2019t have the things I\u2019ve given you, damned if you shall.\u201d Then she came to the bed, violently pulled off from the girl both boots and stockings, and rolled up the stockings with the petticoat. \u2014 \u201cNow you may go \u2014 put on your dress and your boots, and go, you\u2019re not wanted here, my friend and I will stop all night.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The girl scared out of her senses. \u201cDon\u2019t Betsy, where am I to go to?\u201d \u2014 \u201cGo the Hell and buggery, go and shit yourself, I don\u2019t care a bloody fart where you go to.\u201d \u2014 The girl blubbered and sobbed out, \u2014 \u201cI will then, I will let him.\u201d \u2014 \u201cHold your snivelling, and don\u2019t make that noise. \u2014 Someone\u2019s at the door perhaps, \u2014 let him do it to you, \u2014 if you don\u2019t \u2014 go \u2014 and you know. \u2014 You know what,\u201d \u2014 Betsy, tho slanging in the foulest way (and I have not told a quarter what she said), \u2014 did it all in a suppressed voice.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I got on to the bed again. So did Betsy, who helped the girl to her old place. Again the girl said she should be hurt and refused. \u2014 \u201cYou do it Betsy, with him \u2014 you let him do it.\u201d \u2014 \u201cLord,\u201d said Betsy, who had re- covered her temper, \u201che may fuck me till his spunk come up into my mouth if he likes \u2014 show her how to do it \u2014 let\u2019s have a fuck, my dear,\u201d \u2014 and she winked at me \u2014 \u201cshow her how it\u2019s done, and then she will let you, won\u2019t you Molly\u201d \u2014 Molly made no reply.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1121\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I knelt between Betsy\u2019s legs naked, with prick stiff, dropped on to her, and put my prick up her \u2014 \u201cThere, feel, Molly.\u201d \u2014 She took hold of the girl\u2019s hand and guided it between our bellies \u2014 \u201cFeel, his prick\u2019s right up \u2014 turn a little on the side,\u201d said she to me. We did, keeping copulated. When her arse was a little turned towards Molly, she threw one thigh high up over my hips so that the girl could see the prick as it lay squeezed into Betsy\u2019s cunt \u2014 \u201cLook under, look Molly \u2014 look there, nothing but his balls to see, is there.\u201d \u2014 The girl put her head down, and curious, touched my balls. \u2014 \u201cOh fuck, fuck, isn\u2019t it lovely my darling,\u201d said Betsy.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We turned flat again and Betsy began fucking and heaving in earnest. She thought she was going to have the treat for she wanted it. \u2014 But I slipped my prick out of her cunt, tho I kept on ramming and driving, as if I was going to fuck her backside up to her blade bones. \u2014 \u201cSham,\u201d \u2014 I whispered. \u2014 Betsy, tho disappointed, took the hint, and we heaved and pushed together, my prick now outside her, and at length screaming out, \u201cFuck \u2014 cunt. \u2014 Oh, lovely \u2014 ah my spunk\u2019s \u2014 coming \u2014 oh, push hard \u2014 dear \u2014 fuck \u2014 hick.\u201d \u2014 We both shammed ecstatic pleasure and sunk quietly down, whilst the lass sitting up naked on the bed by our side looked at us all the while intently.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cLet him now do it to you,\u201d \u2014 said Betsy, again coaxing and threatening Molly. \u2014 My prick had drooped, just as the girl at last allowed me to get between her thighs \u2014 but it sprung up stiff directly I dropped on to her. I worked cunningly, rubbing the tip just outside till I had lodged it. She trembled. I pressed her, and gave a tremendous thrust, and was on the right road. \u2014 \u201cOho \u2014 hah \u2014 ar,\u201d \u2014 she screamed \u2014 \u201cYou hurt \u2014 get off \u2014 I won\u2019t let you \u2014 har.\u201d \u2014 She screeched loudly, and struggled violently. \u201cHish, you damned howling little bitch,\u201d said Betsy, pushing a pillow right over the girl\u2019s head. I pressed my head on the pillow, the girl\u2019s head was hidden from me, but I could hear her cry. \u2014 I had not got up her, was funky about the noise we were making, but in the excitement thought only of my work. \u2014 \u201cHish, they will hear,\u201d were the last words I heard Betsy say. \u2014 Then I felt my sperm was coming, and with a violent effort, and grasping the fat little buttocks like a vice \u2014 my prick went up her, leaving my sperm all the way up as I entered. I felt the tightening of her hymen round my prick, as it went through it with a cunt-splitting thrust.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1122\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was all over in a minute. Then, \u201cOh, don\u2019t,\u201d \u2014 I heard in muffled tones. \u2014 \u201cHave you done her?\u201d \u2014 said Betsy. \u2014 \u201d Y\u2014 hes \u2014 y \u2014 hes.\u201d \u2014 She pulled away the pillow, and there I lay with the little naked one palpitating, but quiet in my arms, my prick up to its roots in her. I kept it there, tho it was shrinking\u2019 but I kept on gently thrusting, just enough to keep it half stiff. Then I partially withdrew it, the girl winced and murmured. \u2014 \u201cOh, take it out, you do hurt,\u201d that stiffened me quite. \u2014 \u201cI am fucking again. \u2014 I shall spend again,\u201d \u2014 I said to Betsy, who turned on her side to see better, and in a few minutes of exquisitely prolonged pleasures \u2014 I spermatised again the little virgin quim.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">[It is the last time but one or two that I recollect doing so without uncunting, for I am approaching a time of life, which makes a pause between fucks usual with me.]<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I rose on my knees, and looked at the girl, who lay quite quiet with her thighs wide open, and her hand over her face. \u2014 A bloodier mass of spunk I never saw on a cunt. \u2014 Her blood had run down on to the counterpane, and lay in a red rim all round my prick near to its root. I was delighted beyond measure. She bled more than any virginity of her age which I ever yet have had, I think.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betsy chuckled. \u2014 \u201cWell, Moll \u2014 you\u2019ve been fucked and no mistake, ain\u2019t you? \u2014 How do you like it? \u2014 It didn\u2019t hurt you, did it?\u201d \u2014 The girl made no reply, but lay with her nice round thighs wide open, her eyes covered with the back of one hand. \u2014 Betsy got off the bed and put a towel under Molly\u2019s buttocks and thighs. \u201cYou\u2019ve spent enough and you have spoiled the counterpane.\u201d \u2014 The girl closed her legs on the towel, turned on one side, and began to cry. Betsy pulled her up and gave me the towel. I wiped my prick, and we all three got up \u2014 the girl ceased crying, and then sat on the sofa naked, in front of the fire; and we began drinking again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Our talk was all about fucking, and we chaffed the former virgin, who sat without answering in a meditative way, seemingly wondering and upset by what had taken place. \u2014 At length, looking at Betsy. \u2014 \u201cWhat will mother do if she finds it out?\u201d she said. \u2014 \u201cFind it out, how is she to find it out? \u2014 You won\u2019t tell her, and she does not look at your cunt, does she?\u201d \u2014\u201dShe might find it out.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYou little fool, she can\u2019t \u2014 and if she asks you, tell her to ax your pooper \u2014 and come to me, I will get you on\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">to earn your living.\u201d \u2014 \u201cShe might find it out, tho,\u201d said the girl, giving her head a hard shake, and looking at the fire and as if speaking to herself. \u2014 \u201cSay it\u2019s one of the boys in the court who did it, but I\u2019ll tell you what to say tomorrow,\u201d said Bet.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1123\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betsy had had so much liquor that she was very jolly. The girl was on the sofa between us, when Bet put her hand across and began frigging my cock. \u201cIs the next for her?\u201d said she. \u2014 \u201cLook Molly, that\u2019s what did it<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 isn\u2019t it nice? \u2014 Tell us how does it feel when it\u2019s up you? \u2014 It didn\u2019t hurt you, did it?\u201d \u2014 \u201cIt hurts me now,\u201d said Molly sullenly. \u2014 \u201cWash it, Molly.\u201d \u2014 I would not hear of that, \u2014 I wanted her as she was, I wanted her as she was, I liked to see the bloody smears on her belly and thighs, and know her cunt was full of my semen. \u201cDon\u2019t you want to piddle\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes,\u201d said the girl in a whisper. \u2014 \u201cDo it then.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI shan\u2019t\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 \u201cWhy you little fool, you must, we\u2019ll all go to bed directly, and you must before you go to sleep. I\u2019m not going to bed with you, unless you do, you\u2019ll be pissing over us in the night.\u201d \u2014 The girl piddled, singing out \u2014 \u201cooooho\u201d in a whisper, as the piddle I suppose touched the torn edges of her virginity.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Time had passed on in this amusing and exhilarating conversation till again I wanted the lass. She would not consent, she would not be hurt again, but we persuaded her, got her on to the bed, and again I sent my pego up her. At first she gave little subdued cries, and then took the thrusts very quietly. \u2014 \u201cIsn\u2019t it nice now?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t it give you pleasure?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo \u2014 no \u2014 no,\u201d \u2014 was all I got out of her. But I raised my self upon my elbow to look at her, whilst I went on fucking. She laid so quiet and closed her eyes in such a manner, that I am sure it did give her pleasure, tho she might not have spent.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We got hungry, and did not like the woman to fetch it Betsy for her. I was fucked out. How many times I did it I don\u2019t know, but had rarely been baudier and stronger. I so enjoyed the girl, that my cock stood the moment I laid my hands on her thighs, and I parted with her longing to meet her again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The next night but one I again had them both, and passed a delicious evening. \u2014 The baud no longer objected. The girl came naturally dressed and looked older than she did in her makeup, which was a failure. \u2014 This\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">night was, if less exciting, more enjoyable in its lasciviousness. The lass raised no objections, and for some hours my eyes were feasted and my fingers or my prick were investigating her cunt. What a delicious satisfaction to push into the little tight tube, and compare it mentally with full grown capacious cunts, to compare the jagged, pink slit, with the open port of Betsy, who told us about the pricks she had seen and had up her, and of such baudy pranks, that the lass declared she did not believe them. I did. What pleasure I had when again the girl spent, and admitted that it was better than frigging \u2014 even if Betsy did it to her. \u2014 \u201cYou seem comfortabler after it,\u201d said she, \u201cthan when you do it yourself, don\u2019t you Betsy.\u201d \u2014 It was an evening of mental and physical enjoyment to Molly and myself, and even to Betsy, who kept frigging herself.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1124\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Night after night, almost without intermission, did I then have Molly. \u2014 One night, Betsy said it was a shame that I did not give her a turn, and Molly consenting, I fucked her whilst Molly looked on. \u2014 Molly seemed to think she had a right to all that would come out of my doodle.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I now get more whimsical in my lusts and more versatile in my enjoyments. Different poses suggest themselves to me continually. I have bent most women to obedience in these, of late years, those who would not obey I ceased to visit. But if a woman liked fucking, she takes as much pleasure in lasciviousness as a man does. \u2014 Betsy with her witty lewedness was fond of lascivious postures, but altho she did lewed things, she always seemed to do them with a certain witty gentility that was peculiar to her. The great pleasure she had in placing Molly, and shewing her how to move, and perform with me, was evident. \u2014 It was a baudy play, or a rehearsal.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I wanted to fuck Molly dog fashion. \u2014 When she leant over the bed she was too low when she knealt on the bed too high. Bet, who always watched our fuckings, was ready with a suggestion. \u2014 She threw herself on her back at the edge of the bed with her legs dangling. \u2014 \u201cIf she lays on me, her cunt will just be at the right height,\u201d \u2014 \u201cNonsense.\u201d \u2014 But I put Molly, laughing, on the top of Betsy and they were naked belly to belly, face to face. \u2014 Bet clutched her threw her heels up on to Molly\u2019s buttocks and jogged up and down for a minute, as if fucking. \u201cNow you can see two cunts with one eye shut, said Bet, if you look.\u201d \u2014 Puffing\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">open the little ones\u2019 legs, I saw two cunts nearly meeting. Have I ever seen that before? \u2014 I forget.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1125\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I did not think of flat-cocking (tho I have often thought of it since) \u2014 but easing Molly down towards me a little, I got her cunt just at the right level, and drove my prick pretty well home, then holding her legs with difficulty on each side of my hips, began fucking.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betsy threw her legs up high, when Molly\u2019s were so placed. I placed one of my hands between their two bellies, and could just feel with my knuckles the hairy surrounding of Betsy\u2019s split, whilst with my fingers I felt Molly\u2019s clitoris. Then with my hand thus, I fucked and spent. Then I shoved Molly up higher on to Betsy, stooped, and saw her cunt dripping out its sperm onto Betsy\u2019s cunt.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betsy, thoroughly worked up, having felt every jog and my balls almost knocking against her, as I poked Molly, as she now felt the spunk drop on to her cunt, pushed Molly off of her, and shutting her eyes began frigging herself. \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019re not going to have all the pleasure, my darlings,\u201d she said. \u2014 Molly and I looked whilst she frigged. \u201cLet\u2019s feel your prick,\u201d said she suddenly, I moved close to her \u2014 she seized it. \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s sticky. The spunk\u2019s all over it.\u201d She gasped out, squeezing it hard, \u2014 \u201cOh, ahar my God.\u201d Her imagination as she felt my cock, helped her, and she spent. It is wonderful what ungainly attitudes and what difficult uncomfortable poses men and women will put themselves in, to get variety of attitudes in fucking.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDo you often frig yourself?\u201d I asked her. \u2014 \u201cYes she do,\u201d said Molly, \u201cshe likes it.\u201d \u2014 \u201cShut up you,\u201d said Bet, \u201cI frig when I can\u2019t get flicked and I haven\u2019t had much chance lately I\u2019ve been with you every night \u2014 the other night I gave a Peeler a treat.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhere did he have you?\u201d \u2014 \u201cAgainst a shop door,\u201d said Betsy, nothing abashed. \u2014 \u201cI don\u2019t believe you.\u201d But Molly told me that she saw Betsy and the Policeman at it. So the girl was training up very nicely in the way she should go.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I tried to ascertain where the little one lived but never could get at it from either of the girls. I wanted Molly alone, and to save the expense as well, for I had to pay double for the room, and to pay both Betsy and Molly. That the girl went home with Bet, and that she had a mother, I learnt from scraps of conversation, especially when the flap-cunted one\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">had had her full share of wine, yet the home was kept secret and Bet, when questioned at length said, \u201cyou\u2019d better not bother yourself \u2014 or you\u2019ll get perhaps into more trouble than you\u2019ll like.\u201d \u2014 So I ceased enquiring.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1126\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Nearly a month had passed away, when Bet said the girl was going back to her mother. \u201cShe must stop at home three days, and then I\u2019ll get her out again, but she must go home early.\u201d That I agreed to. At the house on a night arranged, the mistress told me that Betsy had called to say she should see me soon, but not that night, nor did she meet me afterwards, and some months rolled by, before I met Betsy again. She was then looking very poor and unwell. \u2014 We turned an accommodation house, and then she told me all that had occurred.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The girl was the daughter of a laundress, a friend of Betsy\u2019s, and she was allowed to be much with her, tho the mother knew how Betsy got her living. The girl was growing, had had her courses, and wanted fucking. \u2014 \u201cFucked by someone I knew she would be soon. \u2014 Some ragged-arsed coster perhaps. She\u2019d been felt by youths, and had felt them, and as you wanted a fresh one, I thought I might as well have a few pounds for the virginity,. as let it go for nothing\u201d \u2014 So she led the girl up to it. It was easy enough, the little one nothing loath, was longing to have a prick up her, and get a silk dress, but Betty scarcely knew how to get her away. Just then the mother got drunk, assaulted a policeman, was abusive, and was quickly sent to quod for a month. \u2014 Betsy said the girl should stay with her, till she was out of prison, and so she did, and she was then brought to taste my prick.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After the last time I had Molly, the mother came home, and soon told Bet her daughter had been ruined, and that Bet was at the bottom of the business. She denied it \u2014 and Molly denied it, but it ended in a row. The mother got again drunk and assaulted Betsy. The whole neighbourhood got to know and was up in arms. Betsy was obliged to leave her lodgings and at last to leave the neighbourhood. \u2014 She was afraid even to take to her old Strand walk, because of the mother. Since then, Molly and her mother had gone she knew not where.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betty\u2019s belief was that it was owing to a Priest, for Molly had sworn she had never told her mother. When a doctor to whom she took the girl, had examined her cunt, he said that if a man had not been up her, she had\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">put something up as big as a man. Molly still resolutely denied knowing anything about the matter, or that her cunt was any larger than it always had been, and said that she had put things up it. They were Roman Catholics. The mother took Molly to confess. The girl would not tell Betsy anything she had told the Priest, saying that she should go to hell if she did tell \u2014 and declared in ambiguous terms that the Priest had never asked her that \u2014 but only what he had asked her other times before \u2014 and she had taken care not to say too much. For all that, Betsy declared that from what the mother had let out that the Priest must have cautioned her, against letting her having anything more to say or do with Betsy. It seems that whilst Molly had been living with Bet, the two had talked a great deal about Priests, and what women told those holy men when confessing \u2014 and Betsy declared that tho the Priest might not have said the actual thing, he had said enough to the mother, to put her on the scent and make her do what she did.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1127\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I fucked Betsy that night but never afterwards, and gave her what I could to compensate her for her trouble and loss, for it seemed a probable story. I soon afterwards lost sight of her, and Molly I have never seen since.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The episode lasted about four weeks, and I had plenty of amusement during the time. \u2014 I was delighted with the little one. I could gaze for half an hour at a time at the little delicate pink slit, its jagged rupture, its little hairless lips: and then look at Betsy\u2019s well-haired cunt, as she laid by the side of her. When the little one\u2019s cunt was fresh washed I would tickle the little clitoris with my tongue till she closed her thighs on me \u2014 or pushed my head away, but I never made her spend that way, nor thought of doing so, nor desired it. \u2014 It was simply instinctive, lascivious play which pleased us both \u2014 and delighted Betsy to witness.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">In arranging these later portions of manuscript, I came upon a narrative of copulation in a bath, which I had with this big-eyed Betsy \u2014 I knew that I had written it, and at one time looked for it fruitlessly, then forgot it, and only thought about it again, when in arranging the loose leaves telling of my secret life at about this date, it suddenly turned up. It must there-fore be kept in place here, altho what occurred took place certainly ten years earlier. \u2014 It was the only time I ever fucked a woman under water.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1128\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I have since tried to stroke a woman in a bath in the southwest of Europe, and failed, but fucked her directly we left the bath (in which I let as much water play-fully up her cunt as I could) on a sofa in the dressing room. \u2014 It was at about 10 o\u2019clock a.m. She was a lovely-formed, dark- eyed, dark-haired creature, a ballet girl, and an Italian about twenty years old, and for now my amusements were far wider in range, obscenity, and eccentricity) I made her piss over me from the edge of the bath, and I pissed against her cunt, before our ablution. This was to her great amusement \u2014 and during all breakfast time afterwards, she did nothing but talk about it, for it was her first essay in such class of erotic diversion. \u2014 After breakfast, we adjourned again to the bath, under pretence of taking one, and I fucked her twice in the dressing room and the I went back by myself to P***h.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">One night, Betty and I talked about the bath which we took together years previously, for it was she who told me of the bathing place. It is strange to me that I have never written full narrative before, for I made the notes at the time, as I well recollect. And now to the narrative.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">One day when I had her on my first acquaintance with her, the subject turned on baths, and she asked if I had ever had a woman in a bath. \u201cIt takes a good man to fuck under water,\u201d said she. Then she told me where I could try, and I met her there soon after.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">In J***s St., not far from my favourite baudy house, was a small building on the outside window of which in largish letters was written \u201cBaths.\u201d There were there indeed baths for gentlemen, yet I expect the paying business was the double bath to which the initiated only had access. \u2014 Betsy told me not to go in with her, for men and women never went in together, but to wait a few minutes, as she had to see if a bath was ready, and let the keeper know who to expect. I did as told, and was soon in a comfortable little room where Betsy was awaiting me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Against the wall was a bath like any other bath, but large enough for two. Hot and cold water could be turned on at pleasure. There were several different sized, but large flat cushions covered with soft leather, or something smooth, intended to be placed at will in the bath, for bum, back, knees, or head. We soon stripped, and filled the bath to a height just enough to cover our bodies, and then got into it together. Having\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">heard from Betsy of the difficulty, I had kept my-self from fucking for a few days, and now had a rigid prick, and plenty of sperm in my testicles.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1129\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Laying by her side I began to feel her cunt. She told me the more I let the water up, the greater difficulty I might have in fucking her. I soon began the work, and to my annoyance could not get my prick up her comfortably. Her cunt felt sloppy, yet dry to my tip, and my prick did not seem so stiff as it had been a minute or two before. She laughed. Then I arranged the cushions differently, so that her cunt might be higher up, for me to get at it more readily. Then I had to let water out, and then in, because it either covered her too much, or me too little. Then her head was too low and so on. But at length all being carefully adjusted after much time and trouble, again I mounted her under the water, and got my prick into her cunt. Then the motion of my arse and belly, and her wriggling up to me, sent the water up in waves, slopping all over her face, and directly afterwards, one of the pillows slipped away from under us, her head sank down clean under the water, my face went under the water filling my nose, out slipped my prick, and we both got up drip-ping, she annoyed because she didn\u2019t want her hair wetted, I annoyed because I hadn\u2019t finished my fuck. Indeed I had scarcely began it, yet now found my prick quite limp.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Again we went in. We had been a longish time now in and out, and were getting saturated, and my prick wouldn\u2019t stand. \u2014 In vain she frigged it under the water, so I rose up on my knees, and frigged it stiff, sank down, entered her orifice, but I couldn\u2019t do it. I got up angry and swearing, she rose laughing. Then I turned her arse towards me kneeling, and knelt my-self, trying it from behind, but both cunt and ballocks were above the water then, but I pierced her and shoved for a minute or so up her, and got it well stiff again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But having come to fuck under the water and not out of it, I began readjusting the water level, so as to cover her arse and my prick. Then it was too cold, then too hot, and it took time to get it right, but at length it was. With difficulty I then got my prick up her when just under the water, when the cushion on which her hands were placed as she knelt, slipped away. A little only, but anyone floats so easily, that directly she had lost her pose, down she went on her belly, her head clean under\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">water again, down I sank on the top of her, out slipped my prick of course, and out of the bath both got again.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1130\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI told you it took a good man to do it in the water,\u201d said she. \u2014 So I found, but was determined to do it, for I knew the spunk was in my balls ready for issue. Again I tried various positions. Her cunt had lost all its lubricity, the water had acted on my cock prejudicially and though wanting it, I had to frig it up each time to stiffen it, and at length I could not get it into her when under the water at all.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She began to feel chilly, so did I. We stirred the fire, and made the water hotter. I got furious. She wanted to frig me under the water, I would not let her. Had she ever frigged herself under it? \u2014 No, but she would try, and she began, the water surging all about, as her hand moved. \u201cI can,\u201d said she. But I pulled her hand away, and suspended the operation for I wanted her to spend with me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At length determined to do it somehow, we put the water very shallow, I turned her arse again towards me, and we fucked kneeling, until our mutual pleasure was just increasing. Then, uncunting, I turned her on her back, and myself on to her belly, and my throbbing prick went up her as she lay with the water just touching her arsehole. Then we shagged on, till I felt that nothing could take the stiffness out of my prick, but a spermatic discharge, and she seconding me with intelligence (for she wanted to fuck under water, as well as me), she lifted her arse and me up with her slightly, I withdrew the pillow, her arse then sank under the water, which just covered her cunt and my balls, and in a few pushes my spunk filled her cunt, and restored its smoothness. \u2014 We lay with our organs in the water, her breasts and my back out of it, and so we lay till my prick slunk out of her cunt, which it soon did.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">There was a bed in the room, and a warmer in it. Rapidly drying ourselves, we jumped into the bed. The woman brought us some warm brandy and water, and we laid in bed talking over our adventure, and the difficulties of aquatic copulation, till we wanted each other. Then letcherously we flicked between the warm sheets, and fell asleep.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Before we left the bath, I had felt up her cunt. The water followed my fingers, which in retiring brought with it my sperm, which we saw laying on a cushion, when we looked in the bath afterwards.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #6e2121; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1131\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Betsy spent with me in the bath. \u201cI was as lewed as you. \u2014 Lord God! \u2026 One fuck in a bed is worth fifty in a bath, me dear, but you did fuck and finish in it. \u2014 You\u2019re the fourth man who has been in the water with me, but the only one who spent under the water, the others flicked just outside it. \u2014 You\u2019ve something to be proud of. I\u2019ll tell Mary S**m**rs.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Mary S**m**s was a big woman whom I also had at the time I knew Mavis. She was about twenty-four years old, and weighed fourteen stone I think. She was big all over, but had no undue stomach, no over fat arse, but the flesh was evenly distributed about her. She had the loveliest eyes I ever saw, of the lightest hazel, and a large easy cunt. I recollect that cunt well. She was very handsome, and was always in the Quad-rant in daylight, I don\u2019t recollect seeing her of an evening. She tried to attach me, and used to say I was the loveliest poke she ever had, but there was something about her which I didn\u2019t like, and could not at first comprehend. I thought she was lazy and dirty, from an oppressive odour about her. At last I discovered that her feet had a strong smell, and avoided her. But when she saw me she would follow me. \u2014 Women spoke much more importunely in those days to men. \u201cCome along with me dear, I haven\u2019t seen you such a time.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t, I\u2019m in a hurry and am poor today.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNever mind the money, I want to see you so.\u201d<\/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 6 CHAPTER 7 Molly\u2019s virginity verified. \u2022 All three on the bed. \u2022 Molly refuses me. Betsy\u2019s rage. \u2022 My prick up Betsy temporarily. \u2022 Molly convinced. \u2022 I mount her. \u2022 A wriggler and screecher. \u2022 The bed pillow employed. \u2022 Stroke number one. \u2022 The bloody sequel. \u2022 Stroke number two. \u2022 &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1643\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Six Chapter Seven<\/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-1643","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1643"}],"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=1643"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1643\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2646,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1643\/revisions\/2646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1643"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}