[She liked to hear these hints — suggestions of conjugality and its pleasure — tho she forbids. Luxurious thoughts now arise, chasing each other thro her brain. Is it more pleasure than frigging herself, she thinks. — Desires — complicated at first by such thoughts and fears and prudence, arise. Ah! a thrill passes through her, starting from her centre of bliss. Again and again that voluptuous thrill, — that half faint feeling as her cunt again sends forth those carnal waves of desire, desire not precise in its wants but indefinite, softly languishing. — Lust with its soothing, brain stealing voluptuous sensations, is working her body and soul for its end, and she thinks of fucking. They look into each other's eyes, male instinct tells him of her carnal wants, and his lust burns fiercely.

[Then further talk and broader hints of the sweets of connection — two joined in one. A pressure of the palms, a kiss, a hug round the waist — closer together they now, limbs meeting, their warmth of flesh mingling. Does lustful aroma issue from one or from both as prick and cunt inflame. — French writers say it does and steeps the senses, and deadens prudence. — Certainly never does woman's flesh smell to me so sweetly, so excitingly as now — her lustful aromas rise from neck, and armpits, from the hair of her head issues sexual perfume. Then acts follow words. — “Let me. — What a lovely ankle.” — “Oh! take your hand away.” — up steals his hand above the garter and the warm soft flesh of thigh is felt. — Up starts his prober hard as horn, lustful — heated pulsations moving it: It nods with lust. — A thrust of hand — a cry. — “Oh — don't.” — A struggle and his fingers touch her clitoris. — “Oh! now. — Leave off — I'll scream.” — But his finger keeps there. — “Ah — oho — what a shame.” — The struggle is over, her voice sinks lower to a whining murmur — no screech follows the threat. — Both murmur softly now, “let me.” — “No.” — “I won't hurt you — let me fuck you.” — “No.” — His hand goes further back below the clitoris, touches the portcullis of her womb, and then she struggles hard!. — All useless, maiden.

[The invasion is complete — the titillation tells and enervates. She has voluptuous delight, mental and physical, in his fingers laying between the lips of the soft lubricious orifice. Tho with a few struggles she says, “don't.” — Out comes his flaming prick — her hand feebly refusing at first soon grasps the throbbing rigidity. — Lust now overwhelms them both — unconscious, blind agents almost, working out are they their share in the great scheme of generation. — Instinct, restless are his fingers till she yields, falls back, refusing all the time yet helplessly is yielding. Up he lifts the curtains of her nudity. A kiss on the white soft belly whilst the aroma of the avenue makes him reel with fierce desire. In a second his prick touches it. — Thrust — Thrust, throb — “ahrr — oh don't — you hurt.” — He is full up her, his balls touch her buttocks, her cunt tightens, then spends from every pore. “Aharr — my darling,” and his sperm jets into her. — Soft broken murmurs die away into silence, their limbs are still now in the exhaustion of pleasure — the deed is done — nature is satisfied — the object of creation attained. — Thus are virginities taken. — Ex uno disce omnes — variations in time and according to age, and place, and hour, and opportunity — some quicker — some shorter in progress, — but the end the same — always the same. — Nature will have it so. — Ex uno disce omnes. —'We were fucked for — born to fuck in our turn — to beget others to fuck. — Ex uno disce omnes. As in the beginning, now and ever it will be — Fucking.]

Chapter IX

A small cunt on the Derby day. • Under a portico at midnight. • The brothel afterwards. • A harlot's history. • On cunts generally. • Nationalities of the women I have fucked. • The beauty of cunts. • Their fucking qualities. • Ignorance on this head. • Ages of the women I have fucked. • How the sight of cunts affects men. • Physiognomy of cunts. • Their classification.

A month or more after I had the little virgin at H.'s, at past midnight of the Derby day when the street was unusually quiet after the day's festivities, I who had supped with friends on our return, walked along * * * * *. A short neat-looking girl approached, evidently not in-tending to notice me, I was heated with food, wine, and the day's outing, the idea of a free and easy cunt being at hand roused my passions, and I accosted her. “Where are you going, my dear?” “Why home of course.” — We stopped, talked, and in a few seconds “Let me feel your cunt and I'll give you a shilling.” — She looked up and down the silent street. — “Be quick then.” — We turned up a street still quieter, with large handsome houses with porticos, beneath one of which my hand was soon round her bum and a finger — after a general feel over the soft surface of her sexual gap — was up the male receptacle. — After a minute's groping. — “What a tight cunt you've got, how old are you?” I asked. “Turned seventeen.” Then many questions and answers in a quiet tone, whilst still my hand roved about the slippery surface of the red opening, ever and anon a finger gliding in and out of the juicy folds, then frigging the little soft proturbance where the belly divides. — “Why, it's like a girl's of fourteen.” — “So they say,” — and further answers. — “Some men like it, some don't. — No I haven't had it tonight, worse luck.” — Then indignantly. — “A park woman? that I ain't.” — Then I heard she'd been to the races in a chaise with her sister and husband and his brother, and had had a jolly evening. — The brother was “on night watch for a fortnight and obliged to leave” — “or he'd have had me — ain't you curious? — No I've just piddled and can't do it — no I won't try — that will do — oh leave off — I must get home.”

Her bum waggling, she drew it back and dislodged me, — “You'll make me want it,” said she as my fin-gers again moved about her quim. Soon after, — “Let me feel yours?” She felt my trowsers at the proper spot, I looked up and down the silent street, saw no one and produced my shaft. “Aha — it's stiff.” — I was red hot now by desire for the little quim, and we felt each other restlessly, until — “Why don't you have me?” — “Do you want it?” — “I just do — oh you'll fetch me — don't” — and again she dislodged my fin-gers as her bum wagged with lustful thrills.

That brought me to my senses, and tho my pego throbbed I paid her. — “If I'd had that before I'd rode home — there — why don't you do me?” — “We shall be seen.” — “We shan't” — “I've no more money, I've lost all betting.” — “So have I — do it — come close to the door — we shan't be noticed.” — “I've no money, I tell you.” — “Never mind — do me.” — I thought for a second hesitating but wanting her badly. — “Here's half a crown. — Now don't let me if you're not sure you're quite well.” — She pocketed the money. — “I'm all right, I never was ill in my life,” — and she went up another step, and set her back against the side of the porch which just there was walled. She was short but a willing cock and cunt will help each other to the great act of nature. — Soon I was up to my balls in her, and we fucked ourselves into Elysium. — What a grip her cunt gave as my lubricious emulsion throbbed into it.

There we stood coupled till we heard the heavy foot-steps of a constable in the distance, then uncunting, we walked off laughing to the main road. “You wanted it.” — “I just did.” — “If he hadn't come we'd have done it again.” — “Yes, we'll go back,” said the girl. — We stood talking till the policeman appeared and went far away. Then “Come back,” said she. We went to another portico, I felt her gluey quim, she frigged me — just then a clock struck one. — “I must go.” — “You'll do it in a minute,” said the randy-cunted lass frigging my cock hard — but I was for reasons obliged rapidly to go, I'd no idea it was so late. Altho I've had no special liking for tight cunts — quite the contrary once — there is no accounting for a letch, and as my prick pistoned her, the sheath had seemed so exquisite in its lubricity, that I asked her to meet me another night. She lived much further off, knew no house there, but she'd be with me. I must pay her. — I didn't much expect she'd keep her word, but gave her five shillings, promising another five if she'd be at a place named. Three days after she came and I had her. She was a slim, well made, fairly good looking young strumpet, and had very clean under linen. Her cunt nymphae, was lovely to look at and perhaps the tight-est cunt I ever had in a girl of her age. I fucked her twice, then frigged her, and sent her away contented. As I felt up her cunt, it seemed as if no prick could get into it — but cunt is a distendible article.