only saw another dark-haired cunt, and drove my prick up it. She felt
pleasure the very first shove that I gave her. "Oh!--oh!--did she do it
with you?--did she spend?" she gasped in whispers, looking me full in
the face. "Yes she spent."

That fetched her. "Oh! I'm coming,--oh! it's a coming," she gasped, and
laid her head over my shoulder. I felt her bum and belly wagging, and a
perfect torrent of cunt-liquor ran down on to my balls. I had not long
began my fuck, so was slower than with the first woman, and had fetched
her a second time before I had finished her standing up against the
railings. Then we stood, pressing our bellies together, keeping our
genitals coupled, and looking in each other's faces without speaking,
one or two minutes.

"You don't know these parts?" said she whilst we still were coupled.
"I've never been here in my life before," I replied. "How hard your bum
is,--are you married?" "Yes." "Is she?" "No,--let me go, she is coming."
Down flopped my tool, and down fell her petticoats.

The first-fucked came round the corner, then we talked. I had given the
first woman her five shillings directly after I had done her, and before
she found the reptile in her petticoats; I forgot to pay the other.
"Well young man, you've made a pair of us go crooked," said one. "Aye
that he have,--we've played high jinks." "Give us a kiss," said one. I
kissed them both, and off they walked. "Hulloh!" said I, "I forgot the
five shillings." "Lord so had I," said my creditor,--and I gave it her.

"Don't come our way, the grave-digger knows us,--go straight across
there, and round the church." I watched them going along with their
steady step; who could have known from their look and manner, that both
had just been fucked! Who can tell the state of any woman's cunt, whom
you may meet anywhere!

I went to my mother's, the hair on my prick was gummed flat on my belly
and balls, I found I had torn a hole in the knee of my trowsers, and a
lump of turd was sticking to my coat, that I had made her a pillow with,
the ground must have been hard and flinty, and some one had shit in the
high grass.

What were the women?--certainly not gay. Did they fuck with me for fun,
for letch, or for money? I often have thought of it, and came to the
conclusion that both were lewd, that my baudy suggestions made them
worse, my prick upset them, and the money finished it; but that wanting
a fuck was the main cause; that one whose old man ha