My Secret Life

Kitty had been staring at Betty, and the hair on the bottom of her belly. “She was so hairy”, said Kitty to me, “I had never seen a woman naked before, and the hair on her belly made me look.” Say on her cunt Kitty.” “Well on her cunt, — such lots, and so black, —I had seen gals' things, my cousins used to show me theirs, and I showed them mine to see how our hair was coming; but I did not think a woman could grow such a lot there.”

It was a cold night, the girl and the woman were in bed. “Come closer, we will be warmer.” Kitty got closer, then Bet began feeling Kitty. How smooth, how soft she was, how plump, and not quite fifteen? —what a bum, — why her thighs were quite large. “Oh ! don't mind I want to warm my hand, between your thighs, put your hand between mine, — there,-you've just a little hair coming on your thing, — feel mine, it's like the hair on your head, isn't it? — I am only twenty-five, — but when you are twenty you will have as much Kitty. Your hand is cold, put it between my thighs, we will warm each other there. What a nice little thing your cunt is”, said Betty feeling the little one's.

Soon the very first night they felt each other's flesh, Kitty wondering at the cunt and hair of the grown woman, Betty thinking perhaps of what I can only guess at. Kitty went to sleep with one hand between Betty's thighs, and awaking in the night felt Betty again who was asleep and snoring. She was a stout, big-built, fat-arsed, black-bristle-cunted woman (that is from Kitty's description), but she must have been older than she said, for the hair was thick and black in her armpits, and she had slight hair on her lips besides.

Betty got more free next night. “You've a sweet-heart, and you let him feel this little thing, — the men call it cunt.” Kitty said she had not, and had not been felt. “I know better, you let him put his cock up it.” Kitty did not. “What never been fucked? — that is what men call it, — let me feel.” “No.” Betty felt Kitty's cunt, and hurt her. “Well I don't believe you have, — you are a stupid, — it's half the pleasure of life, — feel my cunt, — give me your hand, — there your fingers are on it, — oh ! it don't hurt, you may feel right up.”

Kitty was overwhelmed and ashamed. “I did not like it, but yet I felt so curious that I let my fingers go where she placed them, and I felt all about her thing.” “Cunt Kitty.” “Well about her cunt.”

So gradually at night the elder led on the younger, by talking, feeling, and telling the little one all she knew, explaining the pleasures of fucking, the male mysteries, and male tastes and habits, although she was what was called respectable, and worked hard for her living as maid-of-all-work.

Betty pushed matters further. “I don't quite believe you are a maid, — let me look, — would you not like to look at me? — show me yours, I'll show you mine.” Curiosity to see the cunt of a full-grown woman took possession of Kit.

On Sunday Jim had a holiday, the shop was shut, Allwork cooked the dinner, then the fishmonger had grog, and went to lie down, Betty went up to clean herself, Kitty and the child went up with her then Kitty showed her cunt, and Betty showed hers. “It was big, and such lots of hair, — I'd never seen one before”, said Kitty, “she pulled it open wide, after-wards she pulled mine open, and we looked at each other over and over again. I'd seen my little sister's and cousin's, and two or three other gals' things, but they were all young; I'd never seen a big woman's.”

Kitty getting bolder asked if she had ever let a man do it to her. Yes, she had been married, and knew all about it. “You never had a child?” “Never you little fool, there are lots of ways of stopping that, —oh! I love it, I wish I had a nice young man with a big prick here. — I wish you were a man.” She took Kitty in her arms, and put her on the bed. “There, lay still on your back, open your legs, and I'll show you how a man gets on.” Kitty did. Then she pulled Kitty on to her, and made her play the man. “There, move, — push your cunt up against mine, — up and down, — quick,—there, that's how the man moves when he is fucking till he spends, — then Lord' ain't he quiet !”

Within a week the experienced woman talking to the girl about fucking, had described its pleasures, explained its mysteries, acted and the mode and manner of the doing, until Kitty felt wild to see, feel, and act it for herself.

“Don't you ever frig yourself?” said Bet. “No.” “You know what it is?” “Yes.” Betty told of the pleasure a finger could bring her, but Kitty was not forward in sexual wants, and she had not frigged her-self or known sexual pleasure in her cunt up to that time, though she had fingered herself.