That street was quiet, I walked quickly on in the fog — heard small feet pattering after me — turned round, and there were two of them. — We could not now see across the road for the fog, which had thickened suddenly, at ten paces I could barely see the outline of any one. A suitable evening for feeling cunts on the Queen's highway.
“How old are you?” — “Fifteen.” — “Have you any hair on your cunt?” — Only a little sir, but she has none — have you Louey?” — “No, that I ain't” — “Come to a house with us, it's close by.” — “I'll give you a shilling to feel your cunt.” — “Oh no — I'm frightened of the police, come with us and we'll both strip naked.” — “I can't — let me feel your cunt.” — A little more talk and one said, — “Stand a little off Louisa and see if any one's coming.” — Then I felt all round her bum and belly, and put my fingers well up her cunt. — “You let men fuck you, don't you?” — “Yes, come with me.” — “Do they hurt you?” — “Not if their things ar'n't too big, I won't let them if they are. — Let me feel your cock” — and she began fumbling outside my trowsers. — “Leave my cock alone.” — “Let's feel it — pull it out, — I like feeling them — it won't show under your great coat.” — She made an effort to get it but could not, for I was stooping to feel her notch and my cock was out of her reach — “Stand up, and let me feel it.” — “I won't.” — “Let's feel your prick, isn't it stiff?” said the other damzel.
My letch was satisfied in ascertaining how small her cunt was, and I gave her a shilling. “Oh! give me an-other, you've been feeling a long time.” — The other girl who had been standing near said, “Give me a shilling too, I've been watching for the police.” — “Let me feel your cunt” — she stretched out her little legs and I felt quite easily up her cunt — she had a little hair on it, and was fifteen years old. — “She's only fourteen,” she remarked of the other — “But come to a room with us, there is a nice house close by.” — “I can't, I'll give you a shilling to piss over my fingers.” — “I'll try, but I don't want.” — She squatted and pissed. “I want,” said the other. “Go on then and I'll give you a shilling.” — She pissed a rattler over my hand, placed so as to feel the stream. — “Oh you're wetting my drawers so — don't.” — Then I leaned my unbrella against the wall, and felt both cunts at once, then went to my club and dined. — No policeman had approached. — A woman and man came near but stopped — the man was feeling her I think.
There's a wonderful attraction in cunt, — I'd no sooner dined than I wished I'd gone to a house to see the little bitches, whose impudence and baudiness were astounding, so went to the spot where I had met them, but they were not to be seen — I walked up and down for full half an hour — it was still foggy — when they passed with two youth after them, talking with them. “It's the old bloke,” said one. Chits like those call every man after forty, old. — The youths went off, I found where the girls would go to, said I'd have both and give three shillings to each. — “Will you have the best room, it's five shillings?” I agreed to that, and was soon in it.
They were not badly dressed, nor very dirty, but certainly not very clean. — Two little nearly hairless cunts were soon under my inspection — both had been fucked a year they told me — I made them wash their cunts and strip naked. “Show us yer prick,” said one boldly. — “Oh! ain't it a stunner?” — Both handled it. — “Who will you do it to?” said one. — “Both.” — They burst out laughing. “That yer can't.” — I sat one on each knee and we chatted. — They said they were not fucked every night, but some one felt them every night, sometimes two or three did. — “Mother knows” — said one of them. — The boys annoyed them, they couldn't abear boys. — “Why? their pricks are as big as mine.” “That they ain't — not near as big, are they Louey?” — “Not as I've seen,” said that young lady. — They often frigged gents in the street they told me. — “Oh ain't it stiff?” I laid them both side by side on the bed and put a middle finger up each of their little cunts, at the same time.
About to fuck one whose cunt looked the prettiest — one had a little down, one scarcely a hair, — I took the hairless when fear seized me. So after pulling open their cunts wide, examining them well, and seeing that they looked all right, yet still fearing, I laid down five shillings for each girl, which was two more than I'd promised, told that I wanted to fuck but had fear, would they tell me the truth? If I liked them I should see them again, if I got ill I shouldn't, — there was their money tell me the truth. — Both sat up and both gabbled together, “Don't be afeared, I'm all right.” — “I'm sure I am,” said one, “I ain't had it done to me for four days, but I've frigged two gents.” — They were complete little harlots.
Satisfied, I laid upon my selected one, almost hiding her little body with mine, and my pego was well engulphed in her cunt in a second (wonderful oh pudenda is thy dilatibility). I fucked slowly at first, then left off thrusting, and asked her to frig herself. Gently easing myself off of her, but keeping my prick up her, she obeyed, put her little hand between our bellies, and frigged her clitoris vigorously, whilst I watched her face. I have been rather fond of making women frig themselves whilst my prick was in them during the last few years, — all sorts of letches have their turn with me. — “Does it give you pleasure?” — “Yes, soon I'll spend.” — Then I fucked with vigor, and the little one spent with me. — Making her spend gave me much voluptuous gratification, she was so artless in her pleasure.
This was an unlooked for enjoyment and my erotic fibres being set, vibrating, I resolved to fuck the elder and slightly haired cunted one. — There was a good lot of fattish sperm in the little one's cunt which I wouldn't let her wash out. — She didn't care about washing it she said. I washed myself, and promised them another shilling each if they'd suck my pego. That both re-fused to do, but in five minutes acceded, tempted by the promised gift. — Being in no hurry, and my sperm bag not now being quite full and ready for a second libation, for half an hour I chatted with them, feeling and looking at their little cunts at intervals. I got some further confessions from them about male doings. It was quite a treat — never at this moment do I recollect having had two such young strumpets together. — Each had been fucked a year, each had a sweet-heart they said, and evidently those were youths, tho they affected to despise youths. — The eldest had refused to be buggered several times. One man had offered her five pounds to do it to her, another had offered her ten shillings extra only. — “No thankee, — not for Joseph” — said she. She seemed quite to understand what fundamental fucking was. They were young men generally, not old, who went to baudy houses with them. They often frigged men and liked it. These are the most interesting facts I heard, if facts they be, and they are probable enough.
By that time ready to begin work, first one took my prick into her little mouth, and then the other. I laid the biggest along the bed on her side, making her gamahuche me, whilst I frigged her. My pego rose up, voluptuous sensations crept thro my ballocks and spreading through my body, letches of all sorts arose in my brain. — “Frig your friend,” said I withdrawing my pego from her lips, and I'll give you each another shilling — a shilling procured me the gratification of each fantasy. — Now short of silver, I took theirs back, giving each of them half a sovereign instead. — The eldest began to frig the younger — “No I'll frig you.” “No frig her whilst my sperm's still in her cunt — no sham — frig properly.” — They began the cuntal titillation.
Whilst she was fingering the little one, I changed my mind, and set the little one to frig the other. They made no objection, the friggee took my prick in hand whilst the smaller lass titillated skilfully the other's clitoris. — Feeling certain of it, from the businesslike way they surrendered themselves to the masturbating exercise — “Do you often frig each other?” I asked. — The elder whose cuntal sensations began to show themselves in her face and body, yet replied, — “Not often, sometimes if we sleeps together we does it.” — Stretching out her other hand (my prick was in one) she felt the little one's cunt, and tried to frig her whilst being herself frigged. The idealities were on her, her eyes closed — “Frig — faster Milly — ahar,” — she cried — and the next moment was quiet. — “Have you spent?” — “Yes” — I opened her thighs, and intruding my finger, found that the little devil had wetted her cunt well inside.