my cunt,--give me your hand,--there your fingers are on
it,--oh! it don't hurt, you may feel right up."

Kitty was overwhelmed and ashamed. "I did not like it, but yet I felt so
curious that I let my fingers go where she placed them, and I felt all
about her thing." "Cunt Kitty." "Well about her cunt."

So gradually at night the elder led on the younger, by talking, feeling,
and telling the little one all she knew, explaining the pleasures of
fucking, the male mysteries, and male tastes and habits, although she
was what was called respectable, and worked hard for her living as
maid-of-all-work.

Betty pushed matters further. "I don't quite believe you are a
maid,--let me look,--would you not like to look at me?--show me yours,
I'll show you mine." Curiosity to see the cunt of a full-grown woman
took possession of Kit.

On Sunday Jim had a holiday, the shop was shut, Allwork cooked the
dinner, then the fishmonger had grog, and went to lie down, Betty went
up to clean herself, Kitty and the child went up with her then Kitty
showed her cunt, and Betty showed hers. "It was big, and such lots of
hair,--I'd never seen one before," said Kitty, "she pulled it open wide,
afterwards she pulled mine open, and we looked at each other over and
over again. I'd seen my little sister's and cousin's, and two or three
other gals' things, but they were all young; I'd never seen a big
woman's."

Kitty getting bolder asked if she had ever let a man do it to her. Yes,
she had been married, and knew all about it. "You never had a child?"
"Never you little fool, there are lots of ways of stopping that,--oh!
I love it, I wish I had a nice young man with a big prick here.--I wish
you were a man." She took Kitty in her arms, and put her on the bed.
"There, lay still on your back, open your legs, and I'll show you how a
man gets on." Kitty did. Then she pulled Kitty on to her, and made her
play the man. "There, move,--push your cunt up against mine,--up and
down,--quick,--there, that's how the man moves when he is fucking till
he spends,--then Lord! ain't he quiet!"

Within a week the experienced woman talking to the girl about fucking,
had described its pleasures, explained its mysteries, acted and the mode
and manner of the doing, until Kitty felt wild to see, feel, and act it
for herself.

"Don't you ever frig yourself?" said Bet. "No." "You know what it is?"
"Yes." Betty told of the pleasure a finger could bring her, but Kitty
was no