Chapter VII

Molly's virginity verified. • All three on the bed. • Molly refuses me. Betsy's rage. • My prick up Betsy temporarily. • Molly convinced. • I mount her. • A wriggler and screecher. • The bed pillow employed. • Stroke number one. • The bloody sequel. • Stroke number two. • Betsy screwed. • Stroke number three. • Molly spends. • A night's cock-work. • Three in a bed. • Three weeks with Molly. • My erotic whims. • Difficult postures. • Betsy's assistance. • Molly on Betsy. • I fuck Betsy. • Molly jealous. • Betsy frigging herself. • Sudden disappearance of the two. • Reasons months after. • The washerwoman in quod. • The Priest's interference. • With Betsy in a Bath. • Fucking under water. • The Brothel in J***s St. closed.

I had doubted Betsy, and thought she was going to sell me about the virginity, spite of her protestations, and spite of my telling her that if not satisfied, I would only give her the price of a fuck of herself, and a little present to the girl: and knowing the room and the way the furniture was placed, and where the gas was, this now occurred to me again. I had to prevent my being cheated, and to get a good look, brought a candle with me which I now lighted, and stood by the side of the bed, — Betsy close to me. — I took one of the girls' legs, Betsy the other. — “Open your thighs and let him look, you said you would — you promised me you would — there's a darling,” said she.

The girl's legs opened wide — I gave Betsy the candle, and with the vacant hand pulled open wide the lips of the little cunt, which was of a delicate pink, with the slightest signs of dark hair just on the mons. — excited as I was, and with a prick throbbing as if it would burst, or spend without a touch, I saw that the cunt had never had anything larger than a finger up it. With an impulse I have always had with hairless cunts, I put my mouth to it, and gave it a little lick. Such a mouthful of saliva came, and ran out of my mouth at once. — The girl struggled as she felt my tongue, and closed her thighs on my head. The spittle had covered her cunt — I threw off my shirt, pushed Molly straight on the bed, got on it by the side of her, and Betsy got on the other side.

But she would not let me mount her. In vain Betsy coaxed and bullied by turn. — “No — no,” — she had altered her mind. — She was frightened — it would hurt, — it would make her bleed. — Then she burst into tears and cried. I desisted, Betsy quieted her, for fear of the people of the house, and when she had done she spoke to her in a subdued voice as nearly as possible thus.

“You bloody little fool. I had pricks up me twice as big as that, and longer than his, before I was your age — don't I get a living by fucking? — Don't I get silk stockings and dresses by fucking? — How are you going to live? — Who's going to keep you, I want to know? — What did you come here for? — Didn't you promise me? — Didn't you say you'd let him? — Didn't you say you'd like to be fucked if it was nicer than frigging yourself”

The girl made no reply, and was confused and shaking. “All right, you may go, and you may get home as you can,” — saying that, she jumped off the bed and rolled up in a bundle the girl's chemise and petticoat, which were quite new. — “You shan't have the things I've given you, damned if you shall.” Then she came to the bed, violently pulled off from the girl both boots and stockings, and rolled up the stockings with the petticoat. — “Now you may go — put on your dress and your boots, and go, you're not wanted here, my friend and I will stop all night.”

The girl scared out of her senses. “Don't Betsy, where am I to go to?” — “Go the Hell and buggery, go and shit yourself, I don't care a bloody fart where you go to.” — The girl blubbered and sobbed out, — “I will then, I will let him.” — “Hold your sniveling, and don't make that noise. — Someone's at the door perhaps, — let him do it to you, — if you don't — go — and you know. — You know what,” — Betsy, tho slanging in the foulest way (and I have not told a quarter what she said), — did it all in a suppressed voice.

I got on to the bed again. So did Betsy, who helped the girl to her old place. Again the girl said she should be hurt and refused. — “You do it Betsy, with him — you let him do it.” — “Lord,” said Betsy, who had re-covered her temper, “he may fuck me till his spunk come up into my mouth if he likes — show her how to do it — let's have a fuck, my dear,” — and she winked at me — “show her how it's done, and then she will let you, won't you Molly” — Molly made no reply.

I knelt between Betsy's legs naked, with prick stiff, dropped on to her, and put my prick up her — “There, feel, Molly.” — She took hold of the girl's hand and guided it between our bellies — “Feel, his prick's right up — turn a little on the side,” said she to me. We did, keeping copulated. When her arse was a little turned towards Molly, she threw one thigh high up over my hips so that the girl could see the prick as it lay squeezed into Betsy's cunt — “Look under, look Molly — look there, nothing but his balls to see, is there.” — The girl put her head down, and curious, touched my balls. — “Oh fuck, fuck, isn't it lovely my darling,” said Betsy.

We turned flat again and Betsy began fucking and heaving in earnest. She thought she was going to have the treat for she wanted it. — But I slipped my prick out of her cunt, tho I kept on ramming and driving, as if I was going to fuck her backside up to her blade bones. — “Sham,” — I whispered. — Betsy, tho disappointed, took the hint, and we heaved and pushed to-gether, my prick now outside her, and at length screaming out, “Fuck — cunt. — Oh, lovely — ah my spunk's — coming — oh, push hard — dear — fuck — hick.” — We both shammed ecstatic pleasure and sunk quietly down, whilst the lass sitting up naked on the bed by our side looked at us all the while intently.

“Let him now do it to you,” — said Betsy, again coaxing and threatening Molly. — My prick had drooped, just as the girl at last allowed me to get between her thighs — but it sprung up stiff directly I dropped on to her. I worked cunningly, rubbing the tip just outside till I had lodged it. She trembled. I pressed her, and gave a tremendous thrust, and was on the right road. — “Oho — hah — ar,” — she screamed — “You hurt — get off — I won't let you — har.” — She screeched loudly, and struggled violently. “Hish, you damned howling little bitch,” said Betsy, pushing a pillow right over the girl's head. I pressed my head on the pillow, the girl's head was hidden from me, but I could hear her cry. — I had not got up her, was funky about the noise we were making, but in the excitement thought only of my work. — “Hish, they will hear,” were the last words I heard Betsy say. — Then I felt my sperm was coming, and with a violent effort, and grasping the fat little buttocks like a vice — my prick went up her, leaving my sperm all the way up as I entered. I felt the tightening of her hymen round my prick, as it went through it with a cunt-splitting thrust.

It was all over in a minute. Then, “Oh, don't,” — I heard in muffled tones. — “Have you done her?” — said Betsy. — “Y— hes — y — hes.” — She pulled away the pillow, and there I lay with the little naked one palpitating, but quiet in my arms, my prick up to its roots in her. I kept it there, tho it was shrinking' but I kept on gently thrusting, just enough to keep it half stiff. Then I partially withdrew it, the girl winced and murmured. — “Oh, take it out, you do hurt,” that stiffened me quite. — “I am fucking again. — I shall spend again,” — I said to Betsy, who turned on her side to see better, and in a few minutes of exquisitely prolonged pleasures — I spermatized again the little virgin quim.

[It is the last time but one or two that I recollect doing so without uncunting, for I am approaching a time of life, which makes a pause between fucks usual with me.]