My Secret Life

I had hidden my prick, but now my bladder insisted on its requirements being attended to, and I went to the spot which the two ladies had moistened, and pissed on it. The woman who had watched us fucking had dark eyes, she had looked at me without ceasing from the time I had got off from the other, and began pissing. My prick nearly at fucking size still, was pouring forth a copious stream whilst I was feeling its stem which the moisture from the other's cunt had saturated. Seeing her looking I pulled out balls and all, and finished by shaking my tooleywag. She laughed a low laugh. “I feel all overish myself now.” Her eyes looked like fire at me, fierce, lewd. “I'll give you five shillings, — let me fuck you too, — she will wait and watch for us.”

“Oh !—o !” said the one whom I just had fucked, twitching about, and suddenly pulling up her petticoats, and looking up them, “there is something crawling up me.” She felt up her petticoats, shaking them, and flourishing them about. “Oh !—oh !—just lift them up, and look Sarah.”

Her companion lifted her clothes. “Go away young man, you've had your game I think.” “Oh ! not there, —oh! it's biting.” “Don't make that noise.” “Oh ! it's here, — there, — just there.” Slowly the companion lifted the petticoats, first one side, then the other, showing thighs and rump, and a great ugly crawling black thing dropped; it had crawled up her petticoats whilst she was lying on the ground. I had drawn near, and was gloating over the display of charms. “Ain't he had a treat Molly!” said she.

This sight finished me by making me as stiff as I had been five minutes before; the other one still kept looking at me. “I'll give you five shillings”, said I. “I've a good mind” said she. “Lor let him, — who'll know?” “How stiff it is!” “Let him.” “Feel it”, said I. The woman put her hand on it. “I'll go and watch”, said the other moving away. “I shan't.” “Don't be a fool”, — and she moved out of sight, leaving us two alone.

Not a word more was said, I pushed her up against the upright railings enclosing a monument; a slight stone-lodge going all round the monument put her about an inch above me, I lifted her clothes, for an instant only saw another dark-haired cunt, and drove my prick up it. She felt pleasure the very first shove that I gave her. “Oh !—oh I—did she do it with you?” —did she spend?” she gasped in whispers, looking me full in the face. “Yes she spent.”

That fetched her. “Oh ! I'm coming, — oh ! it's a coming”, she gasped, and laid her head over my shoul- der. I felt her bum and belly wagging, and a perfect torrent of cunt-liquor ran down on to my balls. I had not long began my fuck, so was slower than with the first woman, and had fetched her a second time before I had finished her standing up against the railings. Then we stood, pressing our bellies together, keeping our genitals coupled, and looking in each other's faces without speaking, one or two minutes.

“You don't know these parts?” said she whilst we still were coupled. “I've never been here in my life before”, I replied. “How hard your bum is, — are you married?” “Yes.” “Is she?” “No,-let me go, she is coming.” Down flopped my tool, and down fell her petticoats.

The first-fucked came round the corner, then we talked. I had given the first woman her five shillings directly after I had done her, and before she found the reptile in her petticoats; I forgot to pay the other. “Well young man, you've made a pair of us go crooked”, said one. “Aye that he have; we've played high jinks.” “Give us a kiss”, said one. I kissed them both, and off they walked. “Hulloh !” said I, “I for-got the five shillings.” “Lord so had I”, said my creditor, — and I gave it her.

“Don't come our way, the grave-digger knows us, — go straight across there, and round the church.” I watched them going along with their steady step; who could have known from their look and manner, that both had just been fucked ! Who can tell the state of any woman's cunt, whom you may meet anywhere !

I went to my mother's, the hair on my prick was gummed flat on my belly and balls, I found I had torn a hole in the knee of my trowsers, and a lump of turd was sticking to my coat, that I had made her a pillow with, the ground must have been hard and flinty, and some one had shit in the high grass.

What were the women ? — certainly not gay. Did they fuck with me for fun, for letch, or for money? I often have thought of it, and came to the conclusion that both were lewd, that my baudy suggestions made them worse, my prick upset them, and the money finished it; but that wanting a fuck was the main cause; that one whose old man had been away three months, how she looked at me and at my doodle, after I had fucked the first one !