I do not recollect saying a word, but bolted the door by which the page
had gone out, then that by which I had entered; the bolts of that had
been shot, only they had not quite closed the door before locking. "Be
quiet, don't be a fool, I'll fuck you,--let's be comfortable," said I.
She refused. "Robert has fucked you." "No he ain't." "You were frigging
him." "No I wasn't,--oh! I don't know what you mean, or what you are
saying." In her fear, and agitation she had been betrayed into answering
my assertions. "Oh! dear,--oh! dear!--but you won't tell, will you
sir?--it will be worse for you if you do," said she with a sort of
threat, and altering her tone.
"I won't tell if you let me,--don't be a fool,--I will have you. If
there is a row I will say I found you with Robert, and you and he will
go out neck and crop. If they think badly of me I don't care; I shall
leave, and in a few months they will overlook it; but you will have no
character: you have been seen in the cart-shed with Robert." She started
at that. "It's a story," said she, "who saw me?" and then she began to
cry.
I pulled up my night-shirt, threw myself besides her, and pulled up
her night-gown. My hand in an instant was on her cunt, her thin thighs
closed to prevent me, but she was silent. "I will have you," said I
laying on her, and forcing open her knees with mine. Her resistance grew
less. "I can't help myself", said she, "you are a blackguard, all the
women say you are,---don't,--oh! don't hurt me." "Nonsense, you have had
a prick up it before." "No man has ever touched me." "Let me feel then."
Her thighs slightly opened, I put a finger on it. "You have a very
little cunt." "Don't be rough," said she. At length my belly met hers,
my hand was round her slender bum, my prick on the slit. I pushed, it
did not enter as I expected, then I felt her cunt roughly, and made her
cry out. "What a small cunt you have," I said, and with a violent lunge
pushed up it. She gave a suppressed gasp. "Oh! you hurt, oho." I pushed
home, fucked and finished triumphantly, for I had had her in spite of
herself. We had spoken in whispers till she split, and then her cry was
sharp, and loud.
I drew my prick out and myself upon my knees, to see how the cunt
looked. She did not close her legs. By the light of the small candle I
could see she had not much more hair on her cunt than a girl of
sixteen years old. I laid by her side talking to her, then noticing my
night-shirt said, "You are poorly." "Nothing of the sort." To put my
fingers up to verify that, and look at them was the work of a moment.
"Then I have made you bleed." "You have hurt me very much, you brute."
I did not like the girl nor her manner, didn't feel kind as I always
do towards a woman I have had. "You little devil, to hear you talk one
would think you had never had a man before." "Think what you like, but I
never have,--go away now."
Her tight cunt, her freedom in permitting me to feel it, her sulky
submission to all I wanted astonished me. I fucked her again, and found
her cunt very tight still.
She was taciturn, and when I said, "I had better go." "Go," she replied,
"I suppose we shall be kicked out,--what will Robert say?" We agreed
that she was to tell Robert, that unless he held his tongue he would
be kicked out without a character; that I was to tell him, that hearing
conversation I had opened the door; that out of consideration for the
poor girl would not tell my aunt; but that I should notice him, and if
I found him misbehaving himself, would tell my aunt that he was not a
proper person to be in the house. Then I went to my bed-room.
I slept but a short time, awakened with a cock-stand, and slipping on
my dressing-gown sneaked without slippers to her room again; knocked
gently, heard a sleepy voice say, "Yes ma'am," and the door was opened.
Spite of her opposition I got into bed with her, another fuck, she
spent, and we both fell asleep.
A violent push awakened me. A knock at the door. "My God it's Missus."
We were in the dark. Pulling my dressing-gown off the chair I slipped
with it under the bed, forgetting the door thru which I might have
escaped. "Let her in," I whispered. Trembling she opened it. It was
my aunt. "Here," said she, "take Master Joey, he has kept me awake all
night." The nursemaid put him into the bed, my aunt standing by the
side, her feet actually against my slippers. "What did you lock this
door for?" said she, "have I not told you always tor keep this door
unlocked?" "I felt frightened," said the girl. Away my aunt went, the
girl sunk on the chair. There was now a light. In a whisper from under
the bed I said, "Play with the child." She got into bed, took the boy in
her arms, cuddled and talked to him, whilst I slipped out and regained
my room. It was not day-light.
I had had three women the same day, had washed after neither, their
lubrications had mixed with mine on my prick-stem and balls. A day
or two following I had a stock of crabs; were they Pender's, or
White-teeth's, or nursemaid's, or did I breed them? I had all three
women afterwards, and never got the crabs again whilst at my aunt's. At
the market-town I got a remedy, and was soon cured, but had to leave off
fucking for a little while.
I had had the three women at a cost of five shillings; such luck never
occurred to me before, or since.
I don't know when I have had such a jolly month's amusement as then
followed, in getting first one, and then another of the women. All three
met my wishes, but there were many difficulties, dodges, manoeuvres to
get either of them. Nursemaid moving about with the child in all sorts
of places, came in for the most cock. She was small-boned, skinny, and
her face had the expression that people have when they have just taken
medicine. Under other circumstances I should never have noticed her, but
the extreme smallness of her cunt was a novelty. I thought at first she
was a regular intriguer, but came to the conclusion that I had had
the first of her; and that until then she had been a masturbatrix, and
frigged her flesh off her bones. Rub her clitoris for a second, her eyes
would open wide and roll with such intense voluptuousness that for a
moment her face looked beautiful. I used to tell her, that she frigged
herself thin.