Chapter VII

“The dress is mine.” • How to get it made up. • Sarah's advice. • Sarah's greed. • Change withheld. • The girl's disappointment. • Shilling seductions. • A maker promised. • Conditions of payment. • A strange cunt in the dark. • Funking and bolting. • A broken bottle. • Who was she? • Sarah's device. • Three in a bed. • An assault resisted. • Between thighs. • Virginity ruptured. • Baudy blasphemy. • A sore cunt. • Sanguinary proofs. • Second entry and first pleasure. • Three hours' felicity. • On the devine nature of human genitals. • The sanctity of copulation. • Phallic statues. • Wisdom, worship, and reverence. • I leave my shirt.

As my dripping doodle left her cunt, Sarah rose. The silk was on the pillow. Lizzie turned her head. — “The silk is yours,” said I. She scrambled up and took it in her arms. “It's mine isn't it? — how beautiful. Oh how soft.” She put it down suddenly. “Hob! he's hurt me — he had done something to me.” Fear on her face and looking at Sarah. — “I'm wet, I'm bleeding. — Ohoo.” Turning her back she put her hand up her chemise and felt her cunt. — Sarah laughed, pulled up Lizzie's chemise and looked. “It's nothing but his licking you, and his spunk — I told you what came out from men's pricks — wash it — never mind the doctor, you won't mind him now.” Down the girl sat and washed her quim. There are not many virgins have had a man's sperm on their cunts, without having had a prick inside it, but she had. — “It's made me want another poke,” said Sarah. The girl stood looking at the silk, opened it, folded it up, put her lips to it, forgot her cunt, and took no notice of any one. Then she pulled a piece in front of her, turned round, and looking at Sarah, said as if the idea had only just struck her, “But how am I to get it made up?” “I'll pay for it if you let me fuck you,” I replied.

She turned her back to me and said to Sarah, “Can't you cut it out?” “No.” Silently the girl again and reflectingly stood looking at the silk.

“It's mine, ain't it?” said she at length. “Of course.” “I'll put it in my box may I?” “Of course.” “It's beautiful, I can make it up if you cut it out.” “I can't cut out my own.” “What am I to do,” said Lizzie, looking quite dismayed. “Get more money, then have a dressmaker.” “I have only got eight shillings.” — Then the girl turned again and looked at the dress — she had never looked at me, so absorbed was she in her acquisition. Giving a sigh as she wrapped it up in paper, she pulled a small box from under the bed — took a key from her pocket — unlocked it, put the silk in, locked it again, turned round, looked first at me and then at Sarah over and over again. “It ain't no use till it's made” — and with a sigh went into the sitting room. My prick was still hanging out as she passed me.

Sarah closed the door and laughed. “She will let you have her, if she can't get money to make that dress up — it won't be long first.”

I was wild with desire, for her cunt almost lipless, and of light pink tint, between her white thighs, and with but a suspicion of hair on the motte, had made me lewed beyond all description — I wanted to get into her at once. Sarah said I might try. “But it will be useless, and you've spent twice — wait a day, she'll be wild to get it made up, and if she can't she will let you fuck her — but I am frightened of those damned girls on the satirs.”

Then Sarah begged me to let her have five pounds, she was so hard up — I let her have it. I had made her presents every night for my entertainment, so she was making money — I was sure there was something wrong between her and her man — or some one.

In the parlour the girl was sitting thinking. We had more ale — I sent her out for soda water. Then we talked about her. — “Some men if they had such a chance would give fifty pounds,” said Sarah. “You don't know any one who would or you wouldn't have got her for me. — She'll cost me a good deal yet before I get into her.” “You will have her soon, don't give her the change next time.”

Lizzie brought the soda water, and her face grew dull as I put the change into my pocket. Unobserved she left the room — Sarah noticed it. “I'll bet she is at the silk.” She went thro the passage into the bedroom, and came back. “Come softly.” Going to the door I saw the girl looking at the silk, which she had spread out on the bed, in silent admiration of it, and soon she came back to the sitting room looking quite glum.

I toyed with her, promised a shilling to shew me her garters. — She let me and took the shilling. — I'd give her another shilling to feel her bum. “No, I won't.” But my hand was on it almost before she'd refused — and letting it rest there, she grabbed the second shill- ing. “Another just to feel that little cunt I have licked to night.” “Oh no.” The legs close, the bum goes back, but I feel it. — “Oh no now, Surr.” Her resistance ceases, my hand roves over the smooth belly, scratches in the moss, rubs the top of her split, and a shilling does it — money, omnipotent money!

It was but five days since I saw her first. Had she any clear idea that I had frigged out my spunk on to her cunt? (I knew later on that she hadn't.) Modesty was going — lewed notions had come — pride of dress sprung up — and when I said, “If you'll let me fuck you I'll make your dress up, and give you a bonnet and parasol,” I had said enough to keep her awake till she saw me again. — Sarah told her again that night that the pleasure of a prick up her cunt was greater than she'd had when I licked it. It's the old old story, the old old way.

Next night taking ale with me I rang the second floor bell as I thought, for the door was closed, but in error rang that of the first or third floor. The door opened, a short female stood in the dark. Putting down the bag as she shut the door, I put one hand up her clothes and puffing her to me kissed her. As my lips met hers, my hand touched a well haired cunt. It was all done in half a second. The girl or woman, which ever it was, screamed loudly and ran to the stairs; I snatched up my bag and opening the door bolted — whilst she, as I afterwards heard, ran up the stairs yelling. It was a pitch dark night and she'd no candle luckily, but that class never go to the door with a candle. The instant I felt the hair of the cunt, I knew it was a mistake and not Lizzie. I did not go back that night, and wondered what had been the result of my assault. I dropped a line to Sarah, who met me out next night very late, as I went home from a dinner; and told her what had happened. She had heard a woman hollow but that was all she knew. She thought it was a lodger quarrelling, and afterwards that it was one of the girls of the family she so much objected to. — We talked over their ages, and came to the conclusion that none of them had cunts fledged like the one I had felt. She called out “Mother,” I had thought. I knocked my bag hard against the door as I ran off, and broke a bottle of ale — Sarah had wondered at my not arriving.

This affair made us uncomfortable, and Sarah anxious for me to finish. The girl was wild about the dress. Sarah said that the best thing was to get into bed with her. They'd both go to bed early next night. She was to get up and let me in if the street door was shut, and go to bed again — I was then to get into bed with them.

The street door was open, and after waiting a minute in the passage, in fear lest the other female should appear, I went up and knocked at Sarah's door. “Who's that?” “It's I” — Sarah opened it. “Who'd have thought of seeing you, we are both in bed.” She re-treated to the bed room and got into bed again, Lizzie was in bed by her side. “Who'd have expected you to be in bed at this time. — I'll get into bed with you.” “There is lots of room,” said she, and it really was a very large bed.

“What have you got in the bag?” “Ale, but you can't drink ale.” “I can.” “I was going to send for wine.” “I can go,” said the girl. She saw, I fancy, the change in her pocket. — “It's of no use making you get up, so we will drink ale, go and get the corkscrew.” The girl hesitated. “Go — your night gown is clean,” said Sarah. She fetched it, leaving us in the dark for the moment. “Get into bed and do her — if she won't let you, I'll hold her — don't give her a minute to think about it. — We've been talking about fucking the last hour, and she will do anything to get the dress made up,” said Sarah hurriedly.