, and exciting her till she wriggled her
little fat bum.

"Do I hurt you?" "Oh! no,"--"let me then,"--"oh! don't sir,--I wish you
would not." "Did you never enjoy the prick up you?--never enjoy a fuck!
--you shall enjoy it with me." "Don't now," said she turning herself
round as I frigged on. "Feel my prick dear." She did not need a second
invitation. "Is it not stiff?" "Yes, and big." "Yes,--yes,--but oh!
don't sir,--take away your hand,--ah!" I talked on, frigging and
tickling, my prick throbbing, but restraining myself, for instinct told
me she was about to enjoy a pleasure she had never enjoyed yet. All at
once she relinquished my prick, a slight heaving of her belly, and her
eyes closed, then I knew she was ready to discharge.

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,--