I stood staring with delight whilst Betsy undressed both of them in an agitated manner. First she pulled off her own gown — then the girl's. — Then she stripped herself to her chemise, then the girl. — When the girl was in her chemise, Betsy pulled her slap down on the sofa, and put her hands under charming plump, little breasts — “Ain't they a pretty pair,” said she — “and, oh! she has such a fat bum and pretty little cunt.” — She lifted the chemise, and the girl pushed it down. — She had never taken her eyes off me, nor I off her. “Don't, Betsy.” — “Don't you be a little fool, look here,” — and Betsy throwing up her own chemise rolled back on the sofa threw up her legs, opened her thighs well, and pulled her cunt lips wide open. — “There look at that, me dear — there's a sight for a stiff prick.” — “Oh! — Oh! Betsy, don't,”

- said the girl. — “Didn't we do so last night my dear.” — “Oh, not before a man,” — said the girl, colouring up and trying to pull Betsy's chemise down.

— “Don't — for shame.' — 'Shan't — Pough — all my eye, Molly — show him yours.” — “Shan't — you're dirty.” — “Didn't we look at each other's last night, Molly?” “Not before a man — don't now, Betsy. — Oh, don't before him.” — It was said quite naturally.

But Betsy pulled right off her own chemise, turned to the girl, and in a jiffy had pulled hers off also. — There they were, both naked except their boots and stockings. Then with a laugh, she threw herself back on the sofa, and pulled her cunt lips open again — calling on Molly to do the same. The girl timidly looking at me, putting one hand modestly in front of her cunt to hide it, and trying to regain the chemise, which Betsy Johnson had put under her own backside.

I sat down, pulled the little one to me, felt her pretty breasts, her plump round little bum and thighs. She all the time kept her hand in front of her sacred split. I pulled her then on to the sofa, and got my hand between her thighs, talking baudy, and kissing her. — Betsy had got up, and stood naked with her arse to the fire looking at us letting out baudiness, and inciting the young one to comply with my wishes. — Then I pulled off my clothes to my shirt, and showed her my pego, stiff as a poker and like a burning coal. “Oh! There's a glory,” said Betsy. — “Oh, don't hide it Molly, I wish it were going up my cunt instead of yours.” — and stooping she kissed it and pulled me towards her by it. — “Kiss it, Molly,” — said she — “kiss it before it goes up you. — Oh! Wow — wow — wow” — and she put my prick in her mouth till it was nearly out of sight. The little one stared. “Oh, ain't you dirty?” — “Dirty, you little fool — a prick's nice wherever you put it, nice anyhow, and anywhere. — You'll think so before a week — you'll be ready to eat one a week after it's been up your cunt, Molly.” — “Oh — oh,” and she went on putting it in and out of her mouth, and kissing it down to my testicles.

I sat down again, got the little one on my naked thigh, and put her little fist round my prick. — Betsy keeping up her baudy patter all the time. Then I pulled the little one to me, her legs apart, mine between them, and my pego rubbed between her plump thighs. I grasped her plump little bum, and kissed her, whilst she kept struggling — mildly tho — “Oh, don't now — oh, Betsy — don't let him — it's dirty — don't” — and so on. Then I got out wine and liqueur which I had brought with me. — There was only a water tumbler in the room and we all three drank out of it. I would not ring for glasses lest the servant should come in, and see the youth of the lass. The liquor was nice to her for she drank freely, became talkative, and laughed. — Up to that time she had, tho tolerably passive under my handlings, looked scared and fixedly at me only uttering, “Oh Betsy, don't do so — Oh I'm — astonished.” — Now she was more at home. —

I delighted in talking to her — anticipating the de-light to follow. — “You've never had any man's hand between your thighs have you dear?” — “No sir.” “And never put your finger up your cunt?” — “Lord,” said Betsy, “you could not get your finger up it. I tried the other night, didn't I Molly?” — “No.” — “Oh, you little liar. — I did and I showed her the difference, and told her she couldn't have any pleasure till her hole was as large as mine, and she put her fingers up mine to feel.” — “Oh — o-oh — o-oh Betsy, I didn't.” — “You did, you little fool, you got your hand nearly up it.” “Oh, you beast you said you hoped you might be struck dead if you told of me,” — said the young one looking quite aghast. — Betsy laughed. — “I said any girl but not a man it don't matter to him. — He's a man and going to make your cunt like mine. — Oh, won't your little hot arse shake, where his balls are close up to it. — You'll bless me tomorrow, when you get your new dress and crinoline — and you'll be asking him to put his prick into you again and again.”

“Let's look at your cunt Molly,” said I, trying. I threw her on her back on the sofa and knelt down in front. She resisted vigorously. Betsy caught hold of her arms and pulled her back, whilst I pushed her legs wide open — the little pink gash widened, but I could not in the struggle and excitement satisfy my curiosity, so desisted for a while. We then drank and talked more, till my lust made me furious to begin.

What strange whims and caprices I have had with women, and usually quite impromptu. I wonder if other men have suddenly thought of such amusements and tricks. — I now had one. I took some shillings out of my pocket, and sitting down on the floor with my back to the fire, — “Open your legs wide Betsy,” said I, “as you sit on the sofa and I'll throw shillings at your cunt. Every time I hit between its lips the shilling is yours — if I miss, I'm to have three throws more with it and then it's yours.” — Betsy screamed with laughter, brought up both heels to the level of her buttocks on the sofa, and spread out her thighs, shewing a wide split, that a half crown could have gone into. I pitched the shillings at her cunt — one on two hit it and she made Molly pick them up. — The girl stood looking at me — then at Betsy, and repeating, “Well, you are dirty,” astonishment in her eyes manner and voice but she picked up the shillings fast enough — and gave them either to me or Betsy as she was told. — At length she laughed and hid her face with her hand. — “Oh, ain't he one,” said she.

“Let's throw at yours, my darling,” said I — “Let him” said Betsy “or I shall have all the shillings.” — The girl hollowed refused, resisted, till Betsy lost her temper, so we had more wine. At length, “Now I'm going to look at your cunt.” The wench was now well warmed by wine, baudy conversation, and tricks, yet still there was delay, and she refused. — Betsy said she was not going to be fooled — what she had come to do, she would have to do. — She might go away if she would not. — Go and get a lodging where she could. — “Lay on the steps all night if you like, you shan't come home with me — and you know,” she said in a significant tone to the girl which I did not then understand. — With a little more persuasion, the naked lass laid on her back on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down. — It was at the side of the bed away from the gas, Betsy had pushed her on that side of the bed.

For half a minute I gazed at her with delight as she lay with wonderfully large thighs, and legs, and would never have believed her youth, had it not been for the hairless cunt, and youthful face. She was country born she had said, and early used to work in the fields, such work soon develops the form, and hence her beauty but I soon began my investigation into her virginity.