My Secret Life

“I'll fuck you,” said I to the big one. — “All right, I want it,” said she, putting herself on the besdide. I laid the little one beside her, making her hold her little pouting cunt lips apart, when a desire for her suddenly sprang up, poor, skinny little creature tho she was. — “I'll fuck her, is she all right?” — “Yes, she's all right, fuck me first.” — “No.” — “The gent wants to do me,” — cried the little one sharply. Fear of clap suddenly came over me, and feeling in my pocket I produced ten shillings in silver, telling them at the same time that it was theirs, but not to let me poke if they had their courses on. I always give women that opportunity for excuse. “Give it all me, I keeps her,” — said the elder anxiously and grabbing it. “We're all right, both of us, she ain't been tucked for a week, do me first and her after.” They had both sat up, I pushed them back again, and inserted my swollen pego in the little one. It was a tight fit but her cunt took it all up, and leisurely I fucked her, then stopped, contemplating my prick, moving in and out under that little belly and enclosed by the little puffy lips. — “Oh? Go on — I shall do it — don't — stop,” said the lass who was but thirteen, and began oscillating her buttocks vigorously, driving her cunt up to me, and I felt her avenue stiffening and gripping round my staff. The novelty of the sight and the delight at her randy impatience fetched me directly, out bubbled my sperm, as her little cunt gave out its slippery juices to mix with mine.

Her little cunt loosened as all cunts do after a spend, but the fuck had so pleased me I suppose, that my prick kept stiffish and well up her. She lay with eyes closed in full sensuous enjoyment of our copulation, looked as if she were asleep in the luscious annihilation of her spend, young as she was. I stood contemplating her, her sister lay silently looking on and twiddling her nymphae. At length, “Do you like fucking?” — “Rather,” said the little one, just like any full grown strumpet. — “She's got a hot little arse,” remarked her sister getting o$ the bed, and helping herself to more gin. — Still my prick lingered in the lubricious avenue, tho the delicate, voluptuous shrinking of the tip in the mucilage had begun. “How long have you been fucked?” — “A year, I think.” — “Yes, a year,” — said her sister. — “How much did you get for it?” — “Nothing, wuss luck, a bugaboo of a boy she knowed did it, and she let him like a bloody little fool,” — broke in the elder, rising. I saw that she was getting tight, for I'd sent for a bottle of gin and she was drinking it rapidly. “Don't drink so much, you'll get drunk.” — “It will keep out the cold and it's no good aleaving it.” — “You may take it away with you.” — “Oh thankee — shall we dress? — Won't yer fuck me first?”

Now that my pleasure was over their vulgarity of-fended me. — “No, I can't.” — “You can in a little if you try.” — “Do you want it?” — “Yes, it always make me when I sees Di fucked. I'm quite clean — do it.” — I can't bear to leave a cunt unfucked when at hand, there is a glamour about the red split at all times, but specially when my scrotum's tight and full, and tho I didn't now want it, her desire for it evoked voluptuous ideas. — Piddling and then washing my pego. — “I've no more money.” — “Never mind, fuck me.” — “It's not stiff. You must suck it then.” — “All right,” said she, kneeling down and caressing the tip. Just then came a knock at the door and a voice said, — “Shall you be long, Sir?” — “We ain't been long,” said the gamahucher angrily. — “I'll pay again,” I shouted. — “Don't do that, gie it to me, we ain't been long.” — But the brothel keeper had gone away. — “What a pity, she always tries on that game,” said the girl, again putting my pego in her mouth. The juvenile who was washing her little cunt, then came and began helping herself to gin. — “You shan't have any more, you'll be drunk,” said the eldest girl getting up and preventing her. — They squabbled, but she gave the little one half a glass and then resumed sucking my pego.