[The invasion is complete — the titillation tells and enervates. She has voluptuous delight, mental and physical, in his fingers laying between the lips of the soft lubricious orifice. Tho with a few struggles she says, “don't.” — Out comes his flaming prick — her hand feebly refusing at first soon grasps the throbbing rigidity. — Lust now overwhelms them both — unconscious, blind agents almost, working out are they their share in the great scheme of generation. — Instinct, restless are his fingers till she yields, falls back, refusing all the time yet helplessly is yielding. Up he lifts the curtains of her nudity. A kiss on the white soft belly whilst the aroma of the avenue makes him reel with fierce desire. In a second his prick touches it. — Thrust — Thrust, throb — “ahrr — oh don't — you hurt.” — He is full up her, his balls touch her buttocks, her cunt tightens, then spends from every pore. “Aharr — my darling,” and his sperm jets into her. — Soft broken murmurs die away into silence, their limbs are still now in the exhaustion of pleasure — the deed is done — nature is satisfied — the object of creation attained. — Thus are virginities taken. — Ex uno disce omnes — variations in time and according to age, and place, and hour, and opportunity — some quicker — some shorter in progress, — but the end the same — always the same. — Nature will have it so. — Ex uno disce omnes. —'We were fucked for — born to fuck in our turn — to beget others to fuck. — Ex uno disce omnes. As in the beginning, now and ever it will be — Fucking.]
A month or more after I had the little virgin at H.'s, at past midnight of the Derby day when the street was unusually quiet after the day's festivities, I who had supped with friends on our return, walked along * * * * *. A short neat-looking girl approached, evidently not in-tending to notice me, I was heated with food, wine, and the day's outing, the idea of a free and easy cunt being at hand roused my passions, and I accosted her. “Where are you going, my dear?” “Why home of course.” — We stopped, talked, and in a few seconds “Let me feel your cunt and I'll give you a shilling.” — She looked up and down the silent street. — “Be quick then.” — We turned up a street still quieter, with large handsome houses with porticos, beneath one of which my hand was soon round her bum and a finger — after a general feel over the soft surface of her sexual gap — was up the male receptacle. — After a minute's groping. — “What a tight cunt you've got, how old are you?” I asked. “Turned seventeen.” Then many questions and answers in a quiet tone, whilst still my hand roved about the slippery surface of the red opening, ever and anon a finger gliding in and out of the juicy folds, then frigging the little soft proturbance where the belly divides. — “Why, it's like a girl's of fourteen.” — “So they say,” — and further answers. — “Some men like it, some don't. — No I haven't had it tonight, worse luck.” — Then indignantly. — “A park woman? that I ain't.” — Then I heard she'd been to the races in a chaise with her sister and husband and his brother, and had had a jolly evening. — The brother was “on night watch for a fortnight and obliged to leave” — “or he'd have had me — ain't you curious? — No I've just piddled and can't do it — no I won't try — that will do — oh leave off — I must get home.”
Her bum waggling, she drew it back and dislodged me, — “You'll make me want it,” said she as my fin-gers again moved about her quim. Soon after, — “Let me feel yours?” She felt my trowsers at the proper spot, I looked up and down the silent street, saw no one and produced my shaft. “Aha — it's stiff.” — I was red hot now by desire for the little quim, and we felt each other restlessly, until — “Why don't you have me?” — “Do you want it?” — “I just do — oh you'll fetch me — don't” — and again she dislodged my fin-gers as her bum wagged with lustful thrills.
