“I am in the family way, whatever shall I do?” I had thought over this, and replied, “Well, you have a husband, so it does not matter.” “I don’t think he will believe it’s his.” “He can’t say it is not, and will be proud of it.” “That may be true, I did not think of that,” said she, and until I had fucked her I learn’t no more.
I referred to the change in the servants at the Hall. “Oh!” said Pender eagerly, “there has been a row; do you recollect the nursemaid?—well they saw her feeling—hoh! hoh!”—she burst out laughing,—“feeling the page’s thing,—hoh! ho! ho!” “Feeling his prick?” “Yes,—ho! ho! ho!—and Missus turned her and page out the same night,—ho! ho! ho!” laughed Pender. “She was a dirty hussy.” “Why?” “Why a woman like that to be taking liberties with a boy like that, a hobble-de-hoy; poor Molly told me that one day when he came here he pulled out his thing before her.” “What, Molly?” said I, thinking the young girl had had manifold temptations. “Yes, poor thing.” “Why poor thing?” “Well I am sorry for her; I told Missus about the young squire as you told me, and Missus told her mother to look sharp after her,—and so she did, and found that she used to get out of a night and meet Giles,—you know Giles?” “No I don’t,” said I lying. “He works here sometimes, you must have seen him,” said Pender. “No.” “Well he works here, is a likely young chap, but Molly’s mother hates him,—well she watched and watched, till one night she caught them, and him on top of her in the large barn,—he had got through the wicket on the far-yard wicket.” “How could she do that?” Pender explained to me what I knew perfectly well.
“On the top of her?” “Yes they were a doing it.—and she hit him hard on the head with a stick, and nearly stunned him before they knew she were there.” “Who hit?” “Why her mother, he were nearly insensible.”
“Then Mrs. Brown asked me what to do, and I said he had better marry her, and she said he should not. So she went to Missus, asked her advice, and on account of Molly’s character to say nothing about finding Giles taking liberties with her daughter. Missus said Giles at the end of the week was to be sent off,—and he’s gone. Mrs. Brown scarcely lets Molly out of the house, and when I sees her I laughs to myself. That a young thing like that has had it done to her. Her mother told me you know,—I have sworn to tell nobody, but I don’t mind telling you.” “She has seen two pricks,” said I, “page Robert’s and Giles’ “. “Yes she has.”
I wondered whether he had spent when he felt the stick on his head. “I think he had,” said she, “for Mrs. Brown said she found his stuff on her child’s chemise. Every day there is a row between them, Molly says she will go to service, her mother says she shan’t, and that she will turn out a bunter, and bring her in her age with sorrow to the grave. Poor thing.”
“Pugh,” said I, “why make such a fuss about such a natural action?” “Well it be natural,” said Pender, “but she might have waited, she is very young.”
In the family way Pender was, and by me,—of that I had no doubt. Pender thought it was done the first time I had her in the rick-yard. “Did he not do it about that time?” I asked. Pender hesitated, and on being pressed to reply at length said, “It’s funny, I am always thinking about it, but it is a fact that he did it that very night; and when you have done it, he generally do it also that night. I can’t account for it,—can’t abear him to do it when you have,—can’t abear his doing it at all now, and he does it more than he used.” “You spend with him?” “I don’t,—I hate him then, I hate him altogether since I have known you.”
Now for a bit of experience which I write now, and years after I wrote this chapter of my narrative. I had a married woman who was fond of me. She assured me that whenever I had her, it was perfectly certain that her husband would do it to her that night. She thought that my fucking acted as a charm to fetch the other man. He neglected her for other women, and used, although a young vigorous man, to do it but rarely to her; but whenever my sperm had suffused itself in her cunt, his went there the same night. “You spend too then?” said I. “I do,” said she, “I think so much of you, so much of the coincidence and go home so wondering whether he will do it or not, that directly he pulls me about I think of you, and then fancy it is you doing it to me, not him, and I spend. I am angry with myself afterwards, but can’t help it.”
Pender had said her mother was unwell as an excuse to get to———, so must be back quickly. She was lying speechless, with eyes closed and my prick up her, I silently reposing on her, when the clock struck. Up she jumped, uncunting me, saying, “I must go, I am to fetch the dinner from the bake-house, then I must get back home, unless P. comes,” and rapidly off she went scarcely dressed, and without washing her cunt.
Chapter X
I had some food at an hotel, then returning on foot saw at the end of the lane two peasant girls in their Sunday finery. I looked at first without recognizing them, but as I got close saw one was Nelly, the girl I had raped. She stopped, I smiled. “You here, why?” “Taking a walk sir.” “Come with me.” She hesitated, looked at the other girl. “Never mind,” said I, “bring your friend with you.” Two minutes brought us to the beer-house again. “Stay here,” said I. I went to the side entrance which was up a yard, told the woman who stared when she opened the door to me to show the girls up the other way. They came through the shop, and stood curtsying when they came into the little sitting room.
I wanted Nelly when I saw her, and hence what I did; but was embarrassed now, for with the other in the room I did not know how to proceed without compromising her; so sent for some spirits. They sat sheepishly. I said to Nelly with the view of getting rid of the other, “Perhaps your friend would like to call for you presently.” “She is my sister,” said Nelly. Impulsively I cried, “Your sister?”—“why she is the girl who was in the family way before she was fourteen.”
“Oo—h!” said Nelly’s sister, “what a lie,—what a shame to say such things of a girl,—who said so?” I was disconcerted. “I heard it, but can’t recollect who.” Nelly never spoke, but sat looking at me with her tongue out on one side, and a funny expression in her eye. “I’ll go,” said her sister. “Don’t go,” said Nelly, “the gent’s asked us in, and will be offended,—won’t you sir?” “Yes,” I replied.
The liquor came, I dosed them with it, and a letch for the sister came over me. “She in family way, that young thing,—is it so?—how I should like to see her belly.” My conversation got warm, then bawdy, the girls got warm, and laughed at my smut. From kissing one, I got to kiss the other, then to pinch, poke and feel their legs, I spoke about women being in the family way, made light of it, wished I was so myself, and so on, and they let out as the liquor worked, and I questioned.
The younger was a little over fourteen years old, Nelly only eleven months older. Said I, “A girl can’t be in the family way before she is fourteen.” “Oh! yes she can,” said Nelly. “How do you know?” She laughed. I plied the liquor, got the young one on to my knee, and my hand up her clothes. A yell, a threat to go, “nonsense,” from Nelly. Then I shoved my hand up Nelly’s petticoats,—which she permitted quietly. Then I had a strange whim.
“Stand close together with your backs to me, and put your hands behind you, and I will give you something before you go; then each shall ask the other to guess what I have put in her hand.” They did, and expected money. I pulled out my prick and balls, one girl’s hand I guided under my balls, the other’s round my prick. They touched at the same time and knew what it was, and turning round, “It’s his thing,” said the youngest.
“You knew it was a man’s prick,” said I. “you have felt one, and one has been into you,—let’s feel your cunt, do,—you are in the family way, I know you are.”
Then I sat between them, talking outrageous bawdy-ness with my prick out. “Come into the other room,” said I, “and let me see if you are in the family way, and I will give you this (producing a sov
ereign); if you are, or are not, you shall have it.” She refused, but eyed the sovereign. Said Nelly, “Well, I wish he would ask me.” “So I do, but she shall come first, you afterwards.” The girl asked, “How will you tell?” “My dear I shall lay you on the bed, throw up your clothes, look at your belly, and feel your cunt.” “I shan’t then.” “Then you won’t get a sovereign,” and I put it bye. “I’ll go with you,” said Nelly, but I would not accept her offer. There was a pause, the sister sat reflecting, her gaiety was gone.
Soon afterwards I renewed the request. “Let him,” said Nelly, “he won’t talk, he don’t know people in the village.” The girl shook her head sullenly, Nelly looked at me nodded her head, and put her tongue out. I did not know what it meant, at last guessed. “Is she?” I asked. Nelly kept on nodding. “Well Nelly says you are in the family way.” The girl began to cry. “What’s the good of crying?” said Nelly, “you can’t hide it long.” The girl kept silently crying. I persuaded, Nelly persuaded, and at last she came into the bed room. I could feel the poor little girl’s hard belly, lifting her clothes I opened her thighs and looked; then she resisted, but a little only. I frigged her, kissed her a little, coaxed her, and then fucked her. She spent freely. It’s my luck to get sisters.
“Tell me Sophy all about it,—how long since you were got in the family way?—your sister will wait.”
She counted on her fingers and said, “Four months and about a week.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “How can you tell?” “I have never been done but on one day.” “Nonsense.” “It’s true.” “Do you mean that once putting it up you got you in the family way?” “I didn’t mean that,” said she, “he were only once with me, but he did it all night, and nearly all the next day.” “A dozen times?” “Don’t know, I was so ill, so sleepy.” “Who is the father?” She shook her head. “I can’t say,—dare not,—it would be worse for me if I did.” “What are you going to do?” “Go to the work-house if they won’t keep me,” said the poor girl crying again. She was rather watery headed.
It was an exciting termination to the day. After frigging her till she was in the seventh heaven, I fucked her again. It was the same bed I had fucked Pender on.
“You’ve been an hour,” said Nelly when we went in, “what have you been doing?” “Nothing but examining.” The girl stuck to that also. “Oh! gammon,” said Nelly.
“You come now,” said I. She would not, was sulky, and another hour went away. It was getting late, I pulled Nelly into an open-legged posture over mine as I sat on the chair, and lifted her clothes. Her back was to her sister. I got my cock between her legs, it rubbed her thighs, but she slipped away, turned sulky, and would not let me fuck her, though I felt her. They left, and I directly after.
When clear of the town, and on the road it got dark, I joined them and learnt where Sophy lived, and could be met. Because Nelly would not let me I felt a want for her and made bawdy requests. She got randy, and told Sophy to go ahead. Then I got her up against a large tree, and straddling my legs wide to get into her, found it difficult as she was short, but was poking her with vigor when we heard footsteps and voices. “Oh!” said she, “let me go, it’s so and so.” Although I held her on my peg, grasping her bum, and hoping to spend before they came up, I being empty was long about it, so she uncunted me, and slipped away just in time. It was two or three men she knew, who seeing girls ahead ran after them, I dodging round the tree as they ran past. They over-took the girls, I followed at a distance sufficiently near to hear their low chaff, their attempts to kiss the girls, and the yells of the sluts when they attempted more.
When I saw Pender again I heard that her husband had for some reason gone to———on the Sunday she was there with me. He stayed, and took his wife home. “Did he do you?” said I. She colored up. “It be a fact he did,—it be most curious. I were hot with running, and fetched the meat from the bake-house. After dinner he said, ‘Well you do look comely, you do today, where ‘as you been?,’ and he pulled me on his knees, and put his hands up my clothes,—and in all my life he never had done such a thing afore in daytime. Says he, ‘Lass we’ll have a game at mother and father.’ Said I, ‘Why P., you must have been drinking,’ He pulls me down on to sister’s bed which were in the corner of the room, and I would not let him. He says, ‘Don’t make a row, for I means it,’ and so I let him do it”
Such games went on until full Autumn, I was always after one or the other as fancy led, or opportunity offered; but was obliged to be more and more cunning, for fear I should be found out. Although I had heavy fucking at times, yet had good rests between. It was a jolly time, but mainly with three of the four women now. Nelly got the most of my cock at first, Sophy very soon after.
The little one in the family way had taken my fancy. I fucked her in the lane and fields, but mainly upright, the grass being now damp. One evening we went to the bawdy house. I had pleasure in fucking her, but she was always crying. “Why do you meet me?” said I. “To get money to help me if they turn me out.” “When?” “When they find I am in the family way.” At last but with difficulty, I got out of her much about her seducer and give the narrative as near as I can in its order.
“Yes it is a big man, a fine, tall man, and quite a man, not old, not young.—Oh! I dare not say who, it would be worse for me (a cry),—you won’t tell Nelly,—how came you to know my sister?—do you do anything to her?—now do tell me.” “Well tell me your history, and perhaps I will tell you about Nelly.”
“Well he got into bed with me saying, ‘It’s cold,—and it were,—let’s lay here, it will be no harm, no one will know.’ I said I would hollow, but there was no one in the house—Now I am letting out, and I won’t.” She stopped, and would not tell more.
Persuasion, kisses, promises, and she answered my questions again. “He cuddled me, he was big and strong, and I could not help it; and then he pulled up my shimmy, and his shirt was up, and he put his belly close to mine.” “Then his prick was up against your belly?” “I shan’t say,” said she with a modest fit, no sham. “Was it?—was it just as my prick now is?” Her story was exciting me, I pulled her belly up to mine, and my prick, a right good stiff one was between us. “I suppose it were,” said she, “I don’t recollect, all seems in a muddle, he hurt me dreadful, I screamed, he put something over my mouth, and I don’t know no more; but he was doing it right up, and I were hollowing,—and then I cried.”
“Are you sure you cried out?” “I hollowed I know, but I knowed there was no one to hear.” “Then you were in the house alone?” “Yes.” “What house?” “I shan’t say,—Nelly is always asking, and I won’t say,—you won’t tell her, will you now sir, what I have told you?”
“I don’t recollect more,” she went on, “but he lay on me, oh! a long, long time.” “Not up you?” “Yes oh! a long time.” “Did he keep on fucking?” “He kept on a doing it and stopping,—no he never pulled it out, at last I fainted or slept I suppose, for when I recollect more he was out of bed. Then he got into bed, and he did the same I can’t say how many times. When it were day I said, ‘Ain’t you going to work?’ and he said, ‘No. If anyone comes they will think I am gone, and if you say a word if anyone knocks I will murder you.’ Then he got up, and showed me his razor, and said, ‘Do you see that?—I bloody well mean it, mind.’ Then he got into bed again, and he did it again.”
“Did you like it?” “I don’t know, I was all pain, but I think I must at last; I was so muddled like and ill I could not move. Then he dressed and says, says he, ‘If ever you tell I’ll cut your bloody throat; now you say you were ill, and stopped at home from work,’ and he went away to his work.” I guessed she had been raped.
Another day I had Nelly, and questioned her. She said she wanted to know, but did not; she guessed, but dared not say. Sophy had said there would be murder if she told who the father was, but she guessed. She was only eleven months older than Sophy, who must have bee
n in the family way just before she was fourteen, had had her courses when thirteen years old, and was “hankering after the chaps” quite early. “Mother used to slap her for it.” Nelly’s courses had only recently come on, she said.
Sophy although younger and slighter built, had more hair on her cunt than Nelly, and gave me the idea of being older. Neither were tall, both were larger in their thighs, haunches, and bubbies, than town girls of the same age, as far as I can recollect.
I can’t recollect the order, but only the broader features of this part of my amorous history. I think that after the Sunday when I had Pender and Sophy I could not get to Pender, for the farm-yard from morning to night was full of laborers; so busied myself with Sophy, who two or three times the same week met me at———and what I have narrated was told me there. It delighted me to hear about her virgin offering, it made my cock stand. Then I would fuck the little wench, and make her arse wag like the tail of a duck that had a thwack with a stone, then would question her again. If she said she should say no more, I used to remind her of what she had let out on the previous night. What delighted my sensuous imagination, was the evident fact that the man was big, and with a big prick, and must have kept it up with her without uncunting till he had fucked her three times. Her praying him to go, trying to get from under him his grasping her to him so that she could not move, his laying quiet on her, then commencing his shoves,—all proved it. He seems to have began his assault on her about nine o’clock one night, and never went out of the bed till two o’clock the next afternoon.
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