{"id":1704,"date":"2022-08-28T17:37:17","date_gmt":"2022-08-28T17:37:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1704"},"modified":"2022-09-26T18:11:40","modified_gmt":"2022-09-26T18:11:40","slug":"volume-seven-chapter-eleven","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1704","title":{"rendered":"Volume Seven Chapter Eleven"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1704\" class=\"elementor elementor-1704\" 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-d7363fe elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"d7363fe\" 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-59b8b3a\" data-id=\"59b8b3a\" 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-3cb4b62 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"3cb4b62\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe style=\"border-radius:12px\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/3RdxpkRKfcEE6cxM76E3Iy?utm_source=generator\" width=\"100%\" height=\"380\" frameBorder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"\" allow=\"autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; fullscreen; picture-in-picture\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/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-737dcff\" data-id=\"737dcff\" 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-51d21c3 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"51d21c3\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe style=\"border-radius:12px\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/1kLIointEVmTx3QoGZnY5Q?utm_source=generator\" width=\"100%\" height=\"380\" frameBorder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"\" allow=\"autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; fullscreen; picture-in-picture\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/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-504d610 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"504d610\" 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-f28ee08\" data-id=\"f28ee08\" 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-2921311 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"2921311\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1413\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 18.000000pt; font-family: 'Arial'; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(34.900000%, 34.900000%, 34.900000%);\">Volume 7 Chapter<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15.000000pt; font-family: 'Arial'; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(34.900000%, 34.900000%, 34.900000%);\">&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 18.000000pt; font-family: 'Arial'; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(34.900000%, 34.900000%, 34.900000%);\">11 <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia'; font-weight: bold;\">A juvenile strumpet. \u2022 Two saucy little bitches. \u2022 One selected. \u2022 Sexual manipulations on the high-way. \u2022 Omnibus riding and jam tarts. \u2022 My moral compunctions. \u2022 Sarah dissipates them. \u2022 An unsuccessful assault. \u2022 On the fornicating facilities of four wheel cabs. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I go back a while. \u2014 When I had known Sarah some time I wished to go to her house, having to pay heavily at the baudy houses for stopping long there. \u2014 Besides I always feel so much more comfortable at a woman&#8217;s lodgings. J***s St. bagnio was an exception, but that house has been long closed \u2014 Sarah objected at first, but as we knew each other better, said that her rooms were comfortable but very homely, that I should not be pleased with them; and moreover her friend was often there, that then I could not, and so on. \u2014 On being pressed, she admitted that she lived with a man, had done so for three years, and she showed me his miniature. \u2014 I said that nevertheless I should like to go there. \u2014 Then she told me the address, but I was never to call. \u2014 She would meet me in the street, and if she could take me home she would. He was a traveller for a firm of * * * * makers, and often away. For a long time I did not go there. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I had letches for big women. \u2014 Sarah was one, big Eliza another, and I had other big ones (tho but rarely) who were about town. \u2014 Big women, with big arses, and lots of cunt hair had been pleasing to me to see and feel, even if I did not poke them. Now suddenly I desired a little one. At L**c**t*r S****e one night, a group of girls so little that I thought them at first only rude children, spoke to me; and it ended in my going to a house with one about half my height, but who stripped and talked as baudily as if she had been fucked twenty years. &#8211; I fucked her, wondering at the little hairless quim my prick was closed up in, and such seemed the difference between the deep, thick lipped, dark, fully haired, large cunts, I had had for a long time, and the thin hairless split, and slim little form I was. enjoying, that it roused desires for another. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">It was late autumn, I was going along a suburb of London one night at about six o&#8217;clock p.m. It was in a dull tho widish road, where the houses&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">lay back from the road in gardens. \u2014 A slight fog came on. \u2014 On the opposite side of the way, I saw through the mist two young girls, singing, laughing, and talking loudly whilst walking on. \u2014 A man carrying a basket on his back passed them, and I heard him say. \u2014 &#8220;I should like to tickle up both of your legs a bit.&#8221; &#8220;Tickle us up then,&#8221; said one in a loud cheeky tone, and then both ran across the road, and down a turning close by me. I heard them laughing loudly when just out of sight in the mist, as if they enjoyed the baudy suggestion.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1414\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">This stirred my blood. They must be fast young bitches I thought. Soon I heard a shrill voice say. &#8220;Come on, he&#8217;s gone a head a long way.&#8221; It was one of the two girls. The turning they were up I found was no thoroughfare, altho then I did not know that \u2014 I turned at once up it, met them, stopped them, and asked them the way to some place. \u2014 I saw the face of the tallest, and as far as the fog would let me see by a lamp, it pleased me. I began to talk, and said they were both pretty girls. \u2014 &#8220;Give me a kiss and I will give each of you sixpence.&#8221; \u2014 They laughed, said no, but in a minute I gave each a kiss and sixpence. \u2014 As I kissed the biggest, I whispered her, &#8220;I&#8217;ll give you a shilling if you will do something for me and get your companion away.&#8221; &#8220;What?&#8221; said she boldly. &#8220;Send her away.&#8221; &#8220;No, she&#8217;ll tell, but at * * * * Street she goes another way \u2014 you come back, then.&#8221; <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">She said she should not. \u2014 &#8220;Come on Betsy,&#8221; and off they went together \u2014 I followed just at such a distance as the fog enabled me not to lose sight of them, saw them part, then quickly made up to the tallest, and by degrees persuaded her to stop and listen to me. I know how to deal with young lasses well, having had experience now. \u2014 &#8220;Now don&#8217;t be angry \u2014 don&#8217;t be alarmed, it can&#8217;t hurt you, and if you won&#8217;t do it there&#8217;s no harm done. \u2014 If you do what I want, no one will know it, and I&#8217;ll give you a lot of money when I meet you.&#8221; &#8220;What is it?&#8221; \u2014 Oddly enough, I could not make up my mind what to ask her to do \u2014 I wanted to feel her cunt, but guessed if I said so, she would run off as fast as she could go, so went on talking awhile, and at length said, &#8220;Here&#8217;s a shilling for you if you will tell me one or two things. \u2014 Have you a brother?&#8221; &#8220;Yes.&#8221; &#8220;Have you seen his cock?&#8221; She began to laugh. &#8220;Shan&#8217;t tell you,&#8221; and she began to walk away. &#8220;Never mind, here is your shilling.&#8221; She turned round and took it. \u2014 &#8220;How foolish to go away, you might get more money, and no one but you and I know any thing about it \u2014 and directly I ask you a question off you&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">go.&#8221; &#8220;You talk improper,&#8221; said she. &#8220;Never mind, you know you have felt your brother&#8217;s cock if he is a baby.&#8221; &#8220;He&#8217;s three years old, and I nurse him when at home.&#8221; &#8220;Then you have felt his cock.&#8221; \u2014 She laughed.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1415\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">&#8220;What are you doing about here?&#8221; said I turning the conversation. &#8220;Going home from work.&#8221; &#8220;What do you work at?&#8221; &#8220;Folding up seeds at **** nursery,&#8221; and she told me where. &#8220;What do you get a day?&#8221; &#8220;Nine pence \u2014 we both work there&#8221; \u2014 (meaning the other girl). &#8220;You can get half a crown if you&#8217;ll do what I wish.&#8221; &#8220;I can&#8217;t do anything.&#8221; &#8220;Yes, you can feel me.&#8221; &#8220;Feel you, what&#8217;s that?&#8221; \u2014 I rattled the money, <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014 &#8220;Here are two and six pence, none will see us.&#8221; We were by a long wall, and the fog was now thickish. &#8220;Here is the money \u2014 give me your hand.&#8221; <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I unbuttoned my trowsers, my prick was stiff, I put it outside, but under my greatcoat. She gave me her hand in a reluctant way, and I guided it to my penis. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014 &#8220;Lay hold of it.&#8221; &#8220;I shan&#8217;t, let me go \u2014 I&#8217;ll hollow.&#8221; &#8220;No \u2014 feel it, put your hand round it and here is your money.&#8221; \u2014 Her fright got over, she put her hand round it. \u2014 Curiosity got the better of her fears, I saw her tho she couldn&#8217;t in the dark see it, looking down at it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014 &#8220;You old beast, let me go,&#8221; \u2014 but I kept her hand on the stem, then put it in my trousers and under the balls. \u2014 &#8220;Now let me go.&#8221; \u2014 I relinquished her hand, she turned away, went two or three yards off and stopped. &#8220;Here is your money, now you have felt my cock, tell me, is it bigger than your brother&#8217;s.&#8221; She broke out into a laugh, turned and ran off \u2014 I followed and overtook her standing still some distance off. \u2014 &#8220;You did not give me the money,&#8221; said she. &#8220;That was your fault, here it is, but come back, people here will see us.&#8221; \u2014 She came back saying, &#8220;I must go or I&#8217;ll catch it.&#8221; \u2014 At the corner I gave her half a crown, and said &#8220;Every night you feel my cock I will give you a shilling, and I&#8217;ll give half a crown if you let me feel your bum.&#8221; &#8220;You old beast,&#8221; said she again, as the money dropped into her hand. Then she bolted off like lightning. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I went to the spot at the same time next night, but she did not appear. On the third night I saw her and she was alone, there was no fog, but it was between dark and daylight, and the lamps were not lighted. \u2014 She recognized me. &#8220;Go away or I&#8217;ll run,&#8221; said she. &#8220;I&#8217;m not going to hurt you, give me a kiss and I&#8217;ll give you a shilling.&#8221; \u2014 I induced her to turn up the&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">same place, and there gave her both. Then she felt my cock again and had another shilling. \u2014She was not a hurry to take away her hand from my cock as on the first night. I fancied she liked feeling it. &#8220;Meet me every night,&#8221; (it just suited me then). &#8220;I can&#8217;t, cause she comes home with me,&#8221; \u2014 meaning the other girl. How cunning young sluts are!<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1416\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Her feeling of my prick, and the whispering baudy talk in her young ears, took my fancy, but I wanted more. I saw her the next night. She was with the other girl, and like a fool I was going up to her, when they ran off. Another night I caught her alone. I was that night in a frenzy of randiness, put her hand round my prick and my own hand outside hers, and so frigging, I spent copiously. \u2014 &#8220;What is the matter sir,&#8221; said she looking up in my face, for I dare say I was sighing and giving evidence of sexual emotion. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Then I missed her, and gave up all idea of getting into her, for that had been in my mind. About two weeks afterwards, by mere chance passing by there, I saw the little devil loitering near the turning where she had first felt me. \u2014 Crossing the road, I said in passing, &#8220;Come on,&#8221; \u2014 and in two minutes she stood by my side. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">She had been ill, her mother said it was fever. But with a chuckle \u2014 &#8220;I know what it was \u2014 I eat too much of them sweets and fruit. \u2014 Mother said it was the smell from the privy, and told the doctor so. \u2014He asked me what I had been eating, and I said nothing.&#8221; \u2014 Then I found that she spent her money on fruit, sugar candy and bull&#8217;s eyes, and in riding in omnibuses. When she felt sick she got some brandy, and she only gave her companion a little bit of sweet. \u2014 &#8220;Because she&#8217;d wonder where I got the money and would tell.&#8221; \u2014 This much amused me, and reminded me of a girl, or rather two girls I had known many years previously. A girl of fifteen riding in an omnibus by herself for pleasure, and gorging herself with sweets out of money got by feeling a man&#8217;s prick in a street, seems an amusing fact. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">She missed the money evidently, and her want was my opportunity. Said I, \u2014 &#8220;I can only give you money if you let me feel your burn.&#8221; &#8220;Oh no, not that.&#8221; &#8220;Well, it&#8217;s no worse than feeling my cock. \u2014 If you feel my cock, let me feel your cunt.&#8221; &#8220;Oh! that I shan&#8217;t,&#8221; \u2014 but she lingered. \u2014 &#8220;It could not hurt,&#8221; I said, &#8220;and who knows you have felt my cock?&#8221; \u2014 &#8220;Who will know it if I feel your little cunt? \u2014 Here is the money.&#8221; \u2014 She looked&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">round (it was dark). \u2014 &#8220;No. No,&#8221; \u2014 but she stood quite still \u2014 I stooped and put my hand up on to her bottom. \u2014 &#8220;Oh! have done now, let me go, give me the money.&#8221; &#8220;Let me feel properly.&#8221; &#8220;I won&#8217;t.&#8221; \u2014 With the hand which was on her naked bum, I drew her close to me, and with the other, pushed up her clothes till I felt the top of her cunt. \u2014 She struggled tho quietly, and escaped me, but as before stopped till I went to her to give the money; then she went off. \u2014 I felt sure that she had come out to meet me that night.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1417\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">One night soon after it was lighter than usual and some man passing the main road shouted out. \u2014 &#8220;Leave that girl alone.&#8221; \u2014 I went further up the turning, she with me, and was just stooping to feel her little bum, when some female came out a house and passed us. I stood upright, but soon saw the woman standing at the end of the turning, and seemingly looking back. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014 No one had ever passed out of the houses during my previous fun. This woman who had eyed us narrowly as she passed, or had certainly turned her head to look, I thought would turn back. The girl was more frightened than me. \u2014 &#8220;Oh don&#8217;t again, don&#8217;t, I won&#8217;t any more, and I mustn&#8217;t stop, I&#8217;m frightened of mother,&#8221; <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014 and she walked towards the high road, I following. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">A cab passed, few do pass at that spot or indeed much other traffic. \u2014 I hailed it. It was empty and stopped. \u2014 &#8220;Come into the cab, we&#8217;ll drive, you can feel me there and I can sit.&#8221; She hesitated, but I hustled her in. \u2014 &#8220;Drive to * * * * Park,&#8221; and off he drove. \u2014 How many times have I got women into a cab for my pleasure, how many times more shall I do so? They like it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">She got frightened and wanted to get out. I pacified her, promised her five shillings instead of the smaller sum I usually gave. \u2014 &#8220;Where to?&#8221; said cabby turning round as he entered the park. \u2014 &#8220;Go on till I stop you.&#8221; \u2014 On he drove, it was getting darker, I had not yet kissed her that day as I usually did \u2014 but in the cab, she stood by the side of me, and I kissed and she kissed again. \u2014 Kissing always soothes a female young or old. \u2014 Gradually I got one hand round her bum, and the other outside her quim, but directly I tried to insert my finger in the split, she strongly&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">resisted, threw her-self on to seat opposite, and cried to get out. \u2014 &#8220;No, no, I won&#8217;t \u2014 you&#8217;ll hurt me \u2014 yes you will.&#8221; \u2014 So I desisted.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1418\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">&#8220;Well dear, lay hold of my hand \u2014 lay hold of this finger \u2014 put it yourself there, \u2014 just let it go where you piddle from, and no further.&#8221; \u2014 &#8220;There,&#8221; said she, holding my finger so that I just felt the clitoris. Then thrusting away my hand she again sat on the opposite seat, holding her clothes down; but I soon got her by my side again. The baudiness, I know, pleased her. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I was furious with salacity and talked baudy to my heart&#8217;s content. I had said a little of that sort before, and the little slut had listened to it without uttering a word, but stood drinking it all in with her ears, and as if she knew quite well what I meant, and as if she liked it. \u2014 I never liked frigging myself, but now my cock became unmanagable, as I felt her little buttocks, and coaxed her lewedly, and lovingly. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">&#8220;Frig me my dear,&#8221; \u2014 I had taught her the meaning of that word. \u2014 &#8220;I can&#8217;t.&#8221; Taking her hand I put it round my prick. \u2014 &#8220;Now I&#8217;ll lift your clothes \u2014 there \u2014 it&#8217;s against your thigh \u2014 that doesn&#8217;t hurt you does it?&#8221; \u2014 I slobbered my prick with saliva, and taking her hand and putting it round my prick (which she now liked doing), frigged myself with it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I always frig myself when I commit that wasteful action, with my foreskin nearly up, unless using soap or oil as an emollient; my tip being so delicate. \u2014 As the sperm left me, I pulled her hand up so as to quite pull up the foreskin, and cover the orifice, and much was ejaculated into her hand, whilst oscillating my arse, holding her by her bum, and kissing her in my ecstasy. \u2014 Trying to relieve her hand, &#8220;Let go,&#8221; said she, &#8220;you&#8217;ve done something sticky with your thing. \u2014 Oh! let it go, it&#8217;s nasty,&#8221; \u2014 but she seemed pleased with the fun for all that. \u2014 Then she got anxious to go home, so telling the cabman to drive to a convenient spot, I let her out. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">The affair fascinated me. I went again to that quarter of the town at the time the girl left work, but never saw her for a fortnight. \u2014 She I believed had avoided me, till she had spent all her money. \u2014 Then she only felt my cock, got her shilling and went off. She resisted everything else. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I didn&#8217;t see now much chance of getting into her, circumstances did not favour me, and I had a long distance to go even to get the chance, so&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">desisted; I had, besides, compunctions, thought it a pity to make the girl a harlot, and so told Sarah all about what I&#8217;d done and what I&#8217;d thought of doing. \u2014 Sarah said I had better leave it alone, but that some one would do it to that girl before long, for she evidently knew more than she should. One of the lads at the nursery would have her. She was more likely to let a lad have her than to let me. Perhaps she&#8217;d been fucked already, spite of her resistance. &#8220;Those little bitches are so damned cunning that it would surprise you, she&#8217;ll be gay, whether you do it to her or not.&#8221; \u2014 That gave me comfort, and again I thought I&#8217;d try to get the girl. \u2014 Time had run on, it was now dark at four o&#8217;clock.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1419\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">So a fortnight after, I met her. It was so clear an evening, that I did not like talking to her in the road and again waiting, got into a cab with her. Familiarity had, I found, removed her fears. I had talked baudy in the street, and in the cab, so far from having to hold her hand on my prick; on saying &#8220;feel it,&#8221; she put her little hand on to it, and grasped and felt about it. \u2014 I told her I wanted to feel her cunt, and promised never to move my fingers from her belly to between her legs \u2014 I had kept my word before, when she had helped me to frig. \u2014 After I had had her some minutes so, she holding my cock, I said, &#8220;It twists me so, sit on my knee.&#8221; She did, but still kept her legs close together. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014 &#8220;Let me put my cock against your leg again.&#8221; At length I put it against her flank, whilst she still held it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014 &#8220;Do you know what fucking is?&#8221; I said, to which she made reply, &#8220;I only knows what you tells me.&#8221; <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I asked her then to come to a house, but got a positive refusal \u2014 I got awfully lewed, and by coaxing, at last she stood in front of me and frigged me herself, but she hurt me. \u2014 &#8220;Hold my cock against your belly, just as it was at the side of your bum.&#8221; She did. \u2014 Then with one hand I pulled her to me, the other was on her naked arse. I&#8217;d lifted her clothes, and my prick touched her belly just by her cunt. She was still holding it \u2014 I shoved my prick against it up and down through her hand for some time, it was inconvenient, but the lewedness pleased me. \u2014 The cab kept slowly jogging on. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">My pleasure increased, and with it the desire to fuck. \u2014 &#8220;Oh! I will give you half a sovereign if you&#8217;ll do what I want,&#8221; and I left off frigging. &#8220;Ten&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">shillings?&#8221; &#8220;Yes, ten shillings.&#8221; \u2014 She seemed reflecting. My desire grew stronger, \u2014 &#8220;I&#8217;ll give you a sovereign if you&#8217;ll let me put my prick between your legs \u2014 not in your cunt, but only between your thighs, and you shall hold it there.&#8221;<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1420\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">&#8220;Oh no, \u2014 none of that,&#8221; \u2014 said she, hastily, &#8220;I ain&#8217;t a going to let you do that \u2014 I want to get out of the cab, let me go, oh do.&#8221; \u2014 She was taking fright and beginning to struggle. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I let her talk on. Opening my purse I took out a sovereign. \u2014 &#8220;Here&#8217;s a golden sovereign,&#8221; showing it to her as we passed one of the few gas lamps. \u2014 &#8220;You shall have it if you let me, you can wrap it up in a piece of paper, then make the paper muddy, and tell your mother you found it.&#8221; I once taught another girl this. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">The girl was silent long, looking me in the face (as it seemed) in the dark. \u2014 Then, &#8220;No \u2014 oh no.&#8221; \u2014 Disappointment in her manner and tone, I saw she would yield. She&#8217;d laid hold of my prick again unasked, and I replaced it and my hands as before. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">&#8220;If you won&#8217;t I shan&#8217;t see you again, I can get fifty girls to feel my prick for a shilling.&#8221; &#8220;Has any other girl done it? you didn&#8217;t tell me so.&#8221; &#8220;A dozen have.&#8221; &#8220;Lor,&#8221; \u2014 and she seemed to be reflecting on the in- formation. &#8220;They will all do it my dear if they get the chance.&#8221; \u2014 So we talked. \u2014The cab had gone once round the park, and still drove on. \u2014 I expect the driver knew the games we were up to, but never looked round that I noticed. But it was quite dark now. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Little by little I induced her to straddle across me with her clothes up, my legs between hers \u2014 I declared I wouldn&#8217;t touch her cunt, but pushed my body so for-ward that my knees nearly touched the opposite seat, and holding her close up to me, her legs got more distended, and I more and more reclining. \u2014 At length her feet scarcely touched the cab-floor. \u2014 She fell half forward on me, her face touching mine. \u2014 Promising her more money, she let me with my left hand clutch her little naked backside, my right was at the same spot but outside her clothes. \u2014 &#8220;Put your hand down, and hold my prick just against the bottom of your belly.&#8221; &#8220;I can&#8217;t,&#8221; said she, but she did it, and my prick tip was now near her cunt, and touching her thigh. I began oscillating my backside as well&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">as I could, and got some rough friction against her dry flesh. \u2014 &#8220;That doesn&#8217;t hurt you does it?&#8221; &#8220;No.&#8221; She seemed amused with the trick.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1421\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I slipped further forward, hoping to get my prick against her cunt, then my position was so difficult that I could scarcely jog up and down. \u2014 &#8220;Let my cock go higher up dear.&#8221; \u2014 I put the hand which had been outside her bum down to hers, and pushed it so that it, with my prick, went nearer to the goal, but bending, its rigidity hurt me. \u2014 The idea of its being close to her little cunt then drove me wild \u2014 I pushed both hands round her backside, clipped with both; violently oscillated my buttocks, which opened her legs wider, her feet left the floor, she let go my prick, and put her hand on my shoulders to prevent her falling on one side. She was then half lying on me; my prick lodged somewhere in the furrow of her backside, and she cried out, &#8220;Oh don&#8217;t, you&#8217;re a hurting,&#8221; and struggled to get away. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Maddened with lustful delight at her cry, now I put one hand round her waist, kept the other on her bum, and grasped her so that she couldn&#8217;t move her bum, and jerked blindly on thighs, buttocks, and cunt valley, moving recklessly but always rubbing. \u2014 I was nearly at the crisis. \u2014 &#8220;Be quiet dear, I shan&#8217;t hurt you.&#8221; &#8220;Oho \u2014 don&#8217;t \u2014 oh you beast \u2014 I&#8217;ll scream. \u2014 Cab-man, cabman \u2014 let me out,&#8221; she yelled \u2014 and struggled. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Tighter and tighter I held her, and thrust and wriggled in the hopes of finding a soft lodging for my prick tip. \u2014 My spunk was rising from my balls when again my tool stuck tight. \u2014 Where I don&#8217;t know, but think it was between her cunt lips. Holding her backside firmly on to it, spite of her struggles, and then wriggling my arse and rigid tool, I spent a flood of sperm, somewhere between her bum bone and her clitoris; felt some of it fall on my hand which was nearest her thighs, and then I relinquished her. She was still yelling. &#8220;Oh! you beast \u2014 don&#8217;t \u2014 you hurt me \u2014 let me go out \u2014 cab \u2014 stop,&#8221; and getting away from me. Yet in the faintness of my pleasure, I was lewed enough to bring my hand round from her bum, and thrust it between her thighs \u2014 and in a glutinous state I withdrew it. The driver if he heard took no notice, but she got so vociferous, that I stopped the cab. She got out, ran off, not waiting for her gift, and in a second was lost in the darkness. \u2014 A little further on I stopped near a foot bridge, paid the cabman liberally, and went off. \u2014 I never saw the girl afterwards, for the scene of my amatory doings was&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">not near my home. I was going to visit a friend when I got this piece of luck, and first met the little stupid, who might have had the pleasure of a fuck, and profit as well. \u2014 As it is, I dare say some dirty young boy will open her cunt, and give her a black eye if she upbraids him if her belly swells. That is the course of events in her class. \u2014 It is not the gentlemen who get the virginities of these poor little bitches, but the street boys of their own class.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1422\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">There was sperm on my shirt and trousers, but no evidences of a shattered virginity. \u2014 Was she a virgin, did I hurt her much, how far in her did my prick go, or at all. \u2014 What did she think when she had gone, and felt my spunk on her cunt, for certainly I spent against it, if not up it. \u2014 A risk I ran, yet missed the mark after all. That baudy tuition, that titillation of our privates, that spend outside a little cunt ing a cab, and all at a cost of a pound or two, amused me, as all chance adventures do. They break the monotony of matter-of-fact hard fucking \u2014 yet that I should have taken all that trouble for a dirty little work girl, whose face I never saw excepting by the light of a street lamp, astonished me often when I think of it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">What convenient accessories to love-making are four wheel cabs. \u2014 Some dozens of cunts I have felt in them, some that I should never have felt at all, had it not been for the opportunities the four wheelers gave me. Several women I have fucked in them, as they rumbled along with a discreet cabman. \u2014 No doubt other men have found them as useful. \u2014 Thousands of women I am sure have fornicated in them, and scores do it in them daily. \u2014 Every cabman knows of their amatory utility, and the profit that it gets him, the profit of ambulating brothels. \u2014 Dozens are used every night I&#8217;m sure. I never spoke with a man yet, who had not fucked a woman in a four wheeler.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Volume 7 Chapter&nbsp;11 A juvenile strumpet. \u2022 Two saucy little bitches. \u2022 One selected. \u2022 Sexual manipulations on the high-way. \u2022 Omnibus riding and jam tarts. \u2022 My moral compunctions. \u2022 Sarah dissipates them. \u2022 An unsuccessful assault. \u2022 On the fornicating facilities of four wheel cabs. I go back a while. \u2014 When I &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1704\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Seven Chapter Eleven<\/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-1704","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1704"}],"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=1704"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1704\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2801,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1704\/revisions\/2801"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1704"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}