I had as said arranged signs as I passed the cottage about our meetings,
yet had difficulty now in getting at her without being found out, and
never should, excepting for the elder sister, to whom I gave every now
and then money. She took care of the house, rarely went out, but worked
at a coarse of lace, and earned money that way. She used to sit outside
the cottage door if fine; working, and curtseying when we, who were
called the Hall folks, passed. My aunt said one day, "What a strapping
wench that is, don't you think so Walt? you always look at her as you
pass." I might have replied, "Yes she is, and her arse is remarkably
like yours," but I did not, and was after that more on my guard. Fred
had not had the girl for a long time, that freed me a little. Then
Martha shammed ill two days to stay from the mill and let me have her,
and I spent a good many hours with her. As I turned my head quickly one
day, I thought I saw the bed-room door close, and it occurred to me,
that the elder had been watching; she looked letcherously at me as I
came out.
I went one day soon after, and found Sarah alone. She made some excuse
about her sister being obliged to go to work. I was going away angry,
when she asked me to look at her new boots and stockings. Amused at
her vanity, I looked and she put them on. "Them fits fine," said she,
showing her legs amply. I was not excited about it, and was going.
"Ain't you never going to ha me agin?" said she. "I've no money." "We
are old friends, never mind money, if I hadn't got you Martha we moight
ha been good friends still,--ar wish a hadn't." "You did it to save us,"
said I. "Ah, but yer shouldn't leave old friends, and I ha watched and
made yer both comfortable." Well, thought I, this is an invitation to
fucking,--she had a wonderful slip in her cunt, and I began to rise.
"You have lots of friends," said I. "I take my oath, that no friend has
seen me since the day you got my sister; ain't I been allus on watch for
yer, did yer ever pass without seeing me?"
A woman who wants fucking is not easy to resist, even if she is ugly and
middle-aged. There she sat, the picture of health, her petticoats nearly
up to her knees; I had never before seen them excepting in coarse blue
woolen stockings. I rolled her clothes up, saw the big thighs, the next
instant had my fingers in the slit; up knocked my doodle. She shut the
shutter, locked the door, and with a pleased look got on to the bed. Her
cunt struck me as quite a novelty, and I got ready for insertion.
"You like her better than me," said she. It was a poser, but a man
always likes the woman he is going to poke better than any other, and so
I denied it. "Why don't you do to me what you do to she then?" "What
is that?" "You knows." "No." "Yes you do." "I feel it like this." "More
than that." "What?" "You know." "I don't, tell me." There was a pause.
It came into my head that she knew I had licked Martha's quim, and it
had such an effect on me, that down went my doodle, and I was almost
ashamed to look at her; for as said, until I licked Martha, I had never
done such an act, and did it with a sort of belief that I was a great
beast, and should have said so of any man who did anything of the sort.
Indeed after spending in her mouth, I had felt so very much disgusted
with myself, that I left off the licking altogether, and had made the
girl promise she would never tell her sister, nor refer to the matter
again. So I was silent, standing with one hand on her belly just above
her split, and in an uncomfortable state of mind.
She broke the silence. "Do it as you do it to she." "I don't know what
you mean," I again stammered. "Yes yer do now." "What has Martha told
you?" "Nothing, but I knows." And finding I was about to get on the bed,
"Naw, naw, kiss it." So I put my mouth down on to the hair and gave a
loud kiss. "Naw," said she, "do it as you do it to she, I am a finer
woman than she by long chalks; what is't yer sees to take to her so? you
knows you tickles her with yer tongue." The murder was out. I wanted to
mount her, she baulked me, and kept repeating in a jockular, playful,
manner her request. So I got her to the side of the bed, her large
thighs wide open, and legs hanging down in a favorable position,
intending to please her; she gave her cunt a dry rub with her chemise.
I began with dislike, but there was something in the novelty which
warmed me. What a difference between her and her sister. I could lick
the younger one's all but hairless orifice with comfort, and she always
laid quiet; but I had to pull open this one's sausage lips and hold back
the dark thick fringe, which got into my eyes and tickled my nose. No
sooner had my tongue touched her clitoris, than the lips closed round my
mouth, and as my saliva worked up on to the cunt-hair by her movement,
it wetted my nose and face, she heaved and bounced her arse so much.
Then her thighs closed round my head tightly enough to squeeze it off,
she buried her hands in the hair of my head, and up went cunt again,
bringing my nose into the hole, then with a jerk she got her cunt away
from me. I was not at all sorry to desist.
"Oh! do it natural,--do it natural," said she, and her thighs opened and
hung down, showing a slobbered cunt. I went into her just as she lay at
the side of the bed, and in a minute her cunt was wetter than ever.
I have no doubt that the wench spent almost directly I licked her, but
I did not know it. When I asked her if she liked it, she said, "The
old fashioned way be the best, but I have done the same as she." I
questioned her, but never knew whether her sister had told her or not,
or whether she had peeped and seen us together at it.
I made her promise she would never tell her sister what I had done. She
hoped I would see her again, but having promised Martha that I would not
have Sarah again, told her so. She said she was tired of watching for
The sisters were often quarrelling, and I believe out of jealousy
about me, yet I fucked her again.
I may mention about the risks I ran, that I was once with Martha on the
bed, when I heard my cousin's voice asking Sarah who was at the door, if
she had seen me pass.
I could not get the younger readily enough, had been long from home, and
was about returning. I had spent all my money, and told Sarah one day
after I had poked her, that I was going away. Her sister was then at the
mill. Said she, "What will Martha do?" I supposed she would get another
sweetheart. She shook her head, "Martha be poisoned." "What?" "Don't
be afraid," said she, "she be in the family way, we call it poisoned in
these parts, when a girl be'nt married." It was true. The girl had only
menstruated once or twice before I first had her, and now her courses
had stopped. There was no attempt at making a market of me, all needed
was to get her right again. The elder took Martha to a fortune-teller,
and she got better of her difficulty. I borrowed money of my aunt
and giving Martha all I could, went back to London. She left the
neighbourhood.
I saw Martha two years afterwards, when visiting again my aunt; she was
in house-hold service, and was out for the day. I waylaid her, hoping
to have her again; we kissed and fondled, and with difficulty I felt her
quim, but could not accomplish my wishes; she was going to be married,
and soon after I heard that she was.
Sarah also was going to be married to a farm labourer, and when I joked
her about his finding her out, she laughed and said, "Lord, he war my
first sweetheart," from which I inferred that cousin Fred was mistaken
about taking her virginity.
My first cunt-licking, and cock-sucking took place with Martha; I had
never before played such amatory pranks, and all came about by instinct.
For a long time I was ashamed of myself, and never breathed a word on
such subjects to anyone; I don't think I should have done so even to
Fred, but he was then away. Gradually I was learning by instinct the
whole art of love. What made me offer money to get Martha I can't say,
I don't think that I had ever heard of tempting women's virtue by money,
but I never forgot the lesson, and much improved on it as time went on.
I now had had four women. The difficulties in the way of getting at
them, were very useful in preventing excesses; and kept me in health. It
seems surprising to me now, how little I seemed to have thought of baudy
attitudes, and lascivious varieties; for belly-to-belly poking on the
bed, was nearly all I did. I had still the modest, demure, demeanour
which deceived my mother (coupled with her ignorance of life generally)
and relations, and though very proud of my achievements, kept them much
to myself, never disclosing the names of my women, and only telling one
or two intimate friends of what I had done; who reciprocated by telling
me their achievements. Fucking had eased my prepuce. I made a practice
of pulling it backward and forward several times a day; in fact whenever
I piddled. My prick had grown bigger in the two years, which pleased me
much, but about the size of it I had a curious doubt, which will be told
of further on.
I was though demure, quite a man in manner and looks, and with women
behaved in a way which one or two of my relatives remarked. I used to
think to myself when talking to them, "Ah! I know what sort of opening
you have at the bottom of your belly." The cousins whose cunts I had had
a partial glimpse of, I used to like to dance with, wondering how much
the hair had grown on them. I used also to think about my sister's
cunt that I had seen when in the cradle, but just then she died. My
experience indeed much increased the charm of female society to me.
Chance had given me two virgins out of four women, that was a luxury
unthought of, uncared for, and in no way appreciated; the virgins were
no more liked by me than the others.
Cousin Fred will appear at less frequent intervals, he was away
sometimes for months, then for years, but he is named whenever he played
an important part in my adventures,--he was participator in others which
will never be written about here.
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