woman promising the child money, to take her to Vauxhall
again, and so on, and then put her hand over her mouth to prevent her
hollowing,--she did not hollow at all really.

I spent almost instantly, and coming to my senses held her close up to
my prick by her thighs,--there was no difficulty so light a weight was
she. There I stood for a minute or two. "My prick is small now," said I,
"unroll the handkerchief." "No," said the woman. "I will give you ten
shillings extra if you do, my prick can't hurt now." The oddity of a
woman attempting to unroll from a prick a slip of white rag, whilst the
prick was up a cunt; but out came my prick from the little hole before
she could accomplish it.

Desire had not left me, holding the thighs open I dropped on my knees,
my prick flopping, and saw the little cunt covered with thick sperm.
There lay the girl, there stood the woman, neither speaking nor moving,
till my eyes had had their voluptuous enjoyment. "I will give you
another sovereign now, and then fuck her again." "All right," said the
woman. "But she must not wash." "All right". I gave it, then took the
girl up like a baby, one hand just under the bum, so that the spunk
might fall on my hand if it dropped out, and laid her on the sofa in the
parlour, where the gas flared brightly, opened her thighs wide, gloated,
and talked baudily till my prick stood again.

Then I lifted her back on to the bed, and rolled the strip of
handkerchief round the stem again; but I longed to hurt her, to make her
cry with the pain my tool caused her, I would have made her bleed if
I could; so wrapped it round in such a manner, that with a tug I could
unroll it. The woman did not seem so anxious now about my hurting her.

Sperm is a splendid cunt-lubricator, my prick went in easier, but still
she cried out. Now I measured my pleasure. With gentle lingering pushes
I moved up and down in her. Under pretense of feeling my prick, I had
loosened the handkerchief, then tore the rag quite away, and afterwards
lifted her up, and then with her cunt stuck tight and full with my pego,
and both hands round her bum tightly, I walked holding her so into the
sitting-room to a large glass. There seeing my balls hanging down under
her little arse, I shoved and wriggled, holding her like a baby on me,
her hands round my neck, she whining that I was hurting her, the woman
hushing, and praying me to be gentle, till I spent again. I held her
tight to me in front of