It won't hurt dear." "No it won't
hurt," said Kitty. "Just let me touch it with his prick." Kitty in her
anxiety slipped right off the bed, and getting herself up stood by the
bedside repeating the baudy words I uttered.

The girl lay quiet, Kitty telling her not to be a fool; but _I_ was a
fool, for the notch being small I did not hit it well. Putting my prick
down to where my fingers underlied the split, I pushed towards the goal,
not pressing her with my body, but keeping my weight off by leaning on
my right elbow, for it seemed that if I laid on her I should crush
and frighten her, the girl seemed so slim. My tool struck hard at the
orifice, she howled. Fearing to miss my game I then fell with the
full weight of my body on her, grasping her thin buttocks, and nearly
stifling her on that hot afternoon, determined to have her if I killed
her. The girl gave howl after howl, and I rammed with all my might
the more. "Hish!--hold your tongue you foule," said Kitty. As the girl
wriggled violently, and cried.

"Damn you, if you are not quiet I'll rip your dress into ribbons, and
you may go home, and tell your mother what you like,--damn you I'll
murder you,--I'll give you ten shillings." "You fool he'll give you ten
shillings." I heard no more, oscillating my arse, and driving with all
my force between her legs, I knew not how, I knew not where. Still the
girl howled, and Kitty kept hushing.

"The woman will turn us out of the house you foule,--she won't let me
come in again,--oh! you foule," said Kitty. In my blind battering I
at last lodged the tip well between the lips. The next instant with a
cunt-splitting thrust I was up the howling little bitch who wriggled
like an eel; but I held her skinny arse up to me like a vice, kept my
peg fixed and un-moveably up her in spite of her. Her wriggles alone
would have kept it stiff enough, and fetched me. "Be quiet,--I am up
you,--I can't h--hurt--you--now,--ah!"--and my spunk was up the virgin
quim of the ugly little devil.

She laid quiet, but whinning, "Oh! you said you would not hurt
me,--ho!--hho!" she sobbed, then laid quite still with my prick up her,
snottily whimpering, "o--oho!"--and all was tranquil, I nearly asleep.

"Is it in her?" said Kitty in a whisper, "is it in yer Pol?" Having got
no answer from me. "Oh! what a foule you are." "I've done it," said
I. "Let her get up," said Kit. I don't recollect having been up such a
tight cunt, not that it gave me pleasure