I ceased to frig, her eyes opened, her thighs which had closed opened again. I joined my body to hers, and we were one, I fucked, — we fucked now, for the little lass in a minute or two was dissolving in pleasure whilst I was pissing my sperm up her, groaning as the tightness of her little cunt squeezed my sensitive prick. If Kitty was not a harlot before, she was from that minute she had her spend with me.
She laid quite quiet till nature dissolved our fleshy union by uncunting me, then I laid by her side, she on her back, her thighs wide open, her eyes closed.
“Don't it give you pleasure?” After repeating that half-a-dozen times she said, “I don't know.” “Yes you do, — did you spend?” “I don't know what a girl's spending is”, said she. “Did my prick give you pleasure, — tell me Kitty?” At length she said yes, and she had never had pleasure with men before. (Two years afterwards she repeated that the first pleasure she ever had with a man was with me.) “Wash yourself.” “I'll wash when I go home.” “Wash now you little beast.” “What does it matter to you?” “Wash you little devil.” She washed carefully, and whilst doing so, “Piddle”, said I. “I can't abear to piddle before a man, what a funny man you are.” “Piddle my dear”, and the little dear piddled.
Wiping herself dry she stopped in the middle of the operation and asked, “Why wouldn't you have the other gal?” “What do you want me to have her for?” “She's very poor.” “What do you do with your money?” “Buy things to eat, — mother's very poor, we often ain't got enough to eat.” “Then you get a little money by being gay.” “I ain't gay I tell you.” “Well your friend is I suppose, and gets money.” “No she doesn't, — she isn't gay either, — no man ain't ever done it to her, she's such a foule, — but she would a come in to-day with you, she said she would, and she were just a comin when you sent her off, — she promised me, she'd let yer if you wanted, but she is a foule though.”
“I don't believe that.” “It's God's truth though, she ain't, she says she ain't; she knows what men want gals for, but she's never let any one, — I know she ain't, she is frightened.” “Have you looked at her cunt?” “Often”, said Kitty. “And she's looked at yours?” “Of course she has, — she lives over us I tell you, I go up to her, and she comes down to me when mother's out, — I wash her.” “You seem fend of washing.” “I likes things clean.” I thought for an instant, “It may be true, I should like to see her cunt if she's never been poked, — what object has this little lass in pressing this so?” Then said I, “Tell me the truth, and I'll give you another shilling, — don't lie, — I shall soon tell whether you're lying or not, and getting up”, “here is three and six (I had it on the mantle-piece), here's a shilling for her, and there is another. If you answer truly, I'll see you again; but I'll never see you again if I find you are making up lies,—come here.” And I sat down.
She came forward, I pulled her between my naked legs, her naked thighs met mine, her little cunt was close to my prick, I put my hand round her fat little bum, and looked her in the face, pressing her belly close to mine.”
“What do you want me to have her for?” “Only cos she's so poor, — why she only gets sixpence a day, —she works at sack-making, — oh ! isn't it hard !—and her hands if you seed em, are hard and brown, stained with the string, and what the works with, — mother wants me to work at them at home, but I won't—I tells her I'd run away first, — she is so little she can't carry the sacks home as other gals do; so a strong young woman who works at sacks carries them home for her, and charges her twopence for it, — they carries them home on the top of their heads; but she is too little, she is.” (At that time women worked at sack-making, and carried them home on their heads.)
“Can she put her finger up her cunt?” “I shan't tell you all that”, said she turning nasty. “Is her cunt as open as yours?” “No it ain't.” “Then she can't get her finger up.” “Oh ! you are a rum cove, you are”, said she breaking away from me, “I never seed the like of you. I must go, — tell me what time it is.” “Half-past four.” “I'll go, — I give the children some-thing to eat about this time.” “Come here, or I won't give you the shillings.” We resumed our positions. “Are you sure she has never had a man?” “Never, she's such a foule, — she says she'd like to, and she'd like the money, and yet she won't, — she is such a foule.” “How long have you done it?” “Only since we have lived this side of the water, after father died.” “How many men have you had?” “I shan't say, — I don't recollect, — it arn't no business of yourn, —you don't like me.” “Yes I like you, but I won't tell, — no it isn't a dozen, — I shan't say who first did it, — I shan't then, — it isn't a dozen, — yes I am quite sure, I don't think it's ten, but it may be about that, I think it's eight, — they didn't all do it to me, no they didn't, — one on em only put his hands up my clothes, and went off in a minute; another pulled up my clothes, and looked at me, and then he—” She stopped, and I could not get her to say what, so promised her another shilling. “I don't know what he did.” “Frig himself?” “I don't know what you call it, — yes he did that”, said the girl bursting into a roar of laughter when I showed her the operation. “I looked at him, and he went away without speaking, — he only gave me half-a-crown; but an old gentleman one day gave me a gold bit of ten shillings.” She began counting on her fingers. I thought she was reckoning her gains, she was a long time at it, doing it over and over again; at length, “It's seven”, said she. “What?” “Gentlemen, — you make eight.”
“Your little friend is too young”, said I. “She is fourteen, but shorter than me.” “Has she any hair on her cunt?” “You can just see some coming, and it's black.” “She is dirty.” “No she ain't, but she was till she knew me, — she can't help her clothes being dirty, but she mends em, — how I wish I had nice clothes like the gals about at night, and like gentle-folks!” said Kitty in a sort of ecstacy, and then tossed up half-a-crown, and caught it.
I began to long for the other girl, and told her she might bring her the next day, that she should have three and sixpence, and her friend the same, and more if I did it. Kitty went off agreeing to meet me with her if their mothers were out, but if not, the day after, all depended on their mothers' absence. She would listen to the church-clock, and as it struck three she would leave; it was only by listening that she knew the time. She would put by a penny for the bridge-toll; generally she went round by Westminster bridge to avoid paying the penny. Then we left. Her little friend I found was loitering close by. They went into a pastry-cook's, and I watched them both eating to-gether as they went along towards Waterloo bridge, Kitt and Pol.
Chapter IV
Little Pol consents. • Arsy-versy. • Broached, and howling. • Kitty's vocalization. • A cheap virginity. • Two hours after. • Love's money lost. • The street-gully. • Kitty pleases. • Pol tires. • Kitty's habits. • Friendliness and frankness. • Sausage rolls. • Confessions of lust.
On the appointed day I saw Kitty but alone, she followed me to the house, and soon by my pego her sweet little cunt was distended. I had her all the after-noon, and tailed her to the extent of my powers. The girl was delighted, her eyes sparkled with lewdness. Was fucking nice? “Oh! yes, yes”, she replied, it was nicer than she thought, nicer than gals told her it would be. This was after I had called her at our meeting a little humbug, for not bringing her friend. The excuse was that Pol's mother was at home. I did not believe it, but was so content with her sweet little form, the ease with which I handled her, the enticing look of the cunt, its tightness, and her pleasant, frank manners, that I forgot all about the other little one, till going away, then said, “Mind you bring your friend, and I'll give you five shillings, but you know you won't, you little storyteller.” “I will, — I shall, — I'll make her come, — she 'wants, but she is such a foule, — and she's frightened of her mother.”