As I got near them I was under cover of the back garden-walls. The idea of catching a couple fucking made me more randy. “I won't, unless you give me the money first,” said a female voice. I stopped, but heard no male reply. “I shan't then, — what have you got?” the shrill voice said. No audible reply, but I saw a struggle as if a man was trying to lift a woman's clothes, and heard a laugh. Then I stepped on to the path, and walked on. “I shan't then, — if you have no money what did you come here for?” came clearly on my ear, though said in a somewhat lower tone. Just as I came to the angle of the wall I saw plainly a fair-sized woman with her back against the wall and a shortish man in front of her, pulling her about as if he was trying to feel her, or lift her clothes. The amatory scuffling prevented them noticing my approach. The woman said as I neared them, “I won't without the money,” — and then was a hush as I walked on.
What then occurred exactly I can't recollect, but I said as I was close to them, “Let him have you, and I'll give you five shillings.” “All right, — give it here then,” said the woman, I stopped, and saw by the small light of the distant lamps that the man had the cap and open collar of a sailor. A desire sprung up quicker than I write this, and what I meant for a baudy joke became the reality of action, — I followed my impulse without thought of consequences.
“I'll give you five shillings if you let me see you do it.” “All right,” said she — and to him, “Will you?” “I'm right for a bloody spree,” said a male voice al-most inarticulate either from drink or cold. “Give me the money first.” “Certainly, if you let him do it.” “Come round the back of the gardens,” said the woman, walking off with the man to the rear, and well out of the line of road, I following. We stopped. “Give me the money.” “Won't the policeman catch us?” “He won't be back for half an hour,” said the woman, “he has just passed.” I knew he had, having met him. We were now away from the lamps, it was dark. “Let's feel your cunt,” said I getting into reckless baudiness. The man close to us kept chuckling to himself, and I thought staggering, but was not sure. He closed on the girl as I did. “Let me feel your cunt,” said I.
The girl lifted her petticoats, her back against a wall; I put my hand between her thighs, and met the man's hand on the same errand, — we were both trying at the same spot. “Bloody spree,” said a hoarse drunken voice. We both groped together. “One at a time,” said she. I withdrew my hand, and it knocked against his prick, I laid hold of it, and believe to this day that the sailor thought it was the girl who was feeling it. I clutched it, and a strange delight crept through me as I drew my hand softly up and down his stiff stander which seemed longer than mine. “Hold hard you bugger,” said he.
Excited beyond all thought, I still clutched and glided it through my hand. “Where is your prick?” said the girl. I felt her hand touching my hand. Letting his prick go, “No sham,” said I. “There is no sham,” said she, “where is your money?” I put my hand in my pocket feeling for the money, took it out, and gave it her. “Come on,” said she to the man. Instantly they were close together. “Bloody spree,” I heard mumbled again. “Lift up yer clothes, I can't feel yer arse.” I felt that her clothes were up. I put my umbrella against the wall, grasped a thigh with my left hand and my right went toward her quim, but was stopped by contact with the man's prick which was against her belly. “I'll put it in,” said she. The next instant the to-and-fro movement had begun. I felt the wriggle of her arse-cheeks which I held with my left hand, his hands were now round her arse above mine, and under her clothes. “It's out,” said she, “stop, I'll put it in again” — and all was still. His prick had slipped out through his energy. The woman guided it up again, and the backside jogging recommenced. I know what she said, I guessed much what she did from what she said. The buttock movement there was no mistaking.
It was too dark to see. I heard him breathing hard, and felt her thighs quivering and wriggling. Changing sides and stooping, I pushed one arm and hand right round her buttocks, between her thighs from behind, and under her cunt till my fingers passed her arse-hole, felt his prick, and grasped his balls. I doubt whether he knew it, for his pleasure was making him blow like a man who had run himself out of breath. I felt his prick-stem as he drew back, and that it was wet with the moisture of her cunt. Then with hoarse muttering, of “blood-prick spunk, bloody cunt,” I felt him shove and wriggle hard, and then both were stationary and silent. I -kept my hand still groping under her cunt, and feeling his prick-stem from beneath, with my thumb and forefinger.
