My Secret Life

I saw with speechless excitement the girl's cunt, which seemed at first glance as if a prick had entered it; but looking more closely saw that the perforation was too small. I thrust gently my finger up it, — a cry, — a howl. “Don't, — you're a hurting”, and again the little devil was arse upwards on the bed. Again I coaxed, promised, lied, and Kitty bullied; again I saw the cunt, that it was not like cunts that had been fucked: the hairless lips, a little black tint just above the notch, a little hole. My eyesight failed me, the demon of desire said, “It's fresh, it's virgin, —bore it, — bung it, — plug it; stretch it, — split it, — spunk in it”, and I laid hold of her thin backside mad with lust, kissing and sniffling at her cunt. “Let's lay on the bed, and all strip quite naked, — it's so hot.” “Yes do”, said Kitty. She stripped the girl of her pea-soup coloured rag, and we both stripped. There we were in a minute all three naked, close together, with but little room, the girl in the middle. I pressed to her, put her hand round my prick, talked baudy. Kitty said, “Now let him.” The girl said no. I put one leg over, and worked myself between her little thighs, partly holding myself up on my elbow and pattering baudy which Kitty kept repeating. “It won't hurt dear.” “No it won't hurt”, said Kitty. “Just let me touch it with his prick.” Kitty in her anxiety slipped right off the bed, and getting herself up stood by the bedside repeating the baudy words I uttered.

The girl lay quiet, Kitty telling her not to be a fool; but I was a fool, for the notch being small I did not hit it well. Putting my prick down to where my fingers underlied the split, I pushed towards the goal, not pressing her with my body, but keeping my weight off by leaning on my right elbow, for it seemed that if I laid on her I should crush and frighten her, the girl seemed so slim. My tool struck hard at the orifice, she howled. Fearing to miss my game I then fell with the full weight of my body on her, grasping her thin buttocks, and nearly stifling her on that hot afternoon, determined to have her if I killed her. The girl gave howl after howl, and I rammed with all my might the more. “Hish !—hold your tongue you foule”, said Kitty. As the girl wriggled violently, and cried.

“Damn you, if you are not quiet I'll rip your dress into ribbons, and you may go home, and tell your mother what you like, — damn you I'll murder you,- I'll give you ten shillings.” “You fool he'll give you ten shillings.” I heard no more, oscillating my arse, and driving with all my force between her legs, I knew not how, I knew not where. Still the girl howled, and Kitty kept hushing.

“The woman will turn us out of the house you foule, — she won't let me come in again, — oh ! you foule”, said Kitty. In my blind battering I at last lodged the tip well between the lips. The next instant with a cunt-splitting thrust I was up the howling little bitch who wriggled like an eel; but I held her skinny arse up to me like a vice, kept my peg fixed and unmoveably up her in spite of her. Her wriggles alone would have kept it stiff enough, and fetched me. “Be quiet, — I am up you, — I can't h—hurt—you—now, — ah !” — and my spunk was up the virgin quim of the ugly little devil.

She laid quiet, but whinning, “Oh ! you said you would not hurt me, — ho !—hho !”, she sobbed, then laid quite still with my prick up her, snottily whimpering,” o—oho !” — and all was tranquil, I nearly asleep.

“Is it in her?” said Kitty in a whisper, “is it in yer Pol?” Having got no answer from me. “Oh ! what a foule you are.” “I've done it”, said I. “Let her get up”, said Kit. I don't recollect having been up such a tight cunt, not that it gave me pleasure, but the extreme tightness was such a novelty. “I will do it again.” “Have you done it really?” said Kitty. “Put your hand and feel”, said I opening my legs a little to let Kitty feel under my testicles, “my prick's right up her cunt now, — feel.”

“Have you done it really?” “Yes, — feel.” “Ri—tol —lural—li—do !” said Kitty setting off in a happy dance all round the room. I went on fucking, keeping the girl quiet, I could pull her little form up to me as tight as wax, and coaxing and promising all sorts of things I fucked her again without uncunting.

“Have you really done it?” said Kitty again. “Yes twice, — put your hand up under my balls and feel.” Kitty thinking better of the suggestion this time did so, and satisfying herself that my prick was out of her touch, set off dancing again with a “ri—too—ralooral —ledo !” I got off the girl, the hair of my prick saturated with blood and spunk. “She is bleeding.” The girl began snivelling worse than ever when she heard that, and began feeling her cunt.