Strolling into the fields one day, idly smoking my cigar later on in
the year, groups of girls and women were at work. I talked to the
field foreman and looked at the girls, especially the younger ones, and
wondered if they had smaller cunts than Molly; of one whether she had
any hair on her cunt at all. Some were apparently not more than twelve
years of age. I longed to see their cunts, and joked with one or two of
the larger girls; but a decided longing for young cunts had set in on
"Pender," said I one day, "what a lot of fast-looking chits there
are in the fields." "They are a bad lot," said she, "there is one gal
there only just fourteen in the family way." I was just going to fuck
Pender, and daresay finished quickly enough, for at that age if I was
fucking, and thought of anything very baudy; with a sudden spasm I spent
right off, even if I had only just got my cock up. Indeed women used to
say to me, "How quick you are; why did you not wait for me?"
What with Molly, Pender, and nursemaid I was so well kept in cunt, that
I only occasionally went back to London. I had dissipated a large part
of my fortune; fucking here had not then cost me five pounds, so that
besides the novelty and delight of the intrigues and the risks I ran,
it was economical; and things might have gone on so, when back came my
cousin Fred.
A wide-awake fellow was Fred. When my aunt said how delighted they all
were to see me so steady, and had never seen me enjoy myself so much at
the Hall before, he stared. "He goes often," said aunt, "with me to the
dairy." "Yes and pats the cows," said a cousin. Fred winked at me, and
when we were alone said, "What's your little game Walter, where are you
cunting now old fellow?" "Cunt," said I, "is of no use, my clap's not
gone; but thank God I think it's getting all right again." He was quite
taken in. "You have done the best thing you could," said he "there is
nothing here much to excite you, no woman worth having, is there?"
We wandered daily over the farm and grounds, smoking and talking; he
had been so much away, that faces were unfamiliar to him. "What a skinny
bitch that is with Joey." said he (that was nursemaid). "That's a fine
woman," said I indicating Pender. "Yes," said he, "I recollect before
she was married trying to grope her, and she nearly knocked me over." "I
would not mind having her." "No chance for you my boy. Ah! has not that
little Molly grown," said he with a laugh, "I have often seen the
little devil's arse, and her cunt too when a child, playing about the
place,--she is nice: I think I'll have a try on her." "Aunt's partial to
her," said I. "Don't care." "She is very young." "Tighter cunt, and more
to teach," replied he,--and I noticed he began to be very sweet to Molly
afterwards.
One morning we walked into the fields, the foreman came up and saluted
He had been on the farm before Fred and I were born. "Well Smith,"
said Fred, "still at the old games,--any bastards lately?" "Oi am tow
ould for that now Master." "Perhaps the girls don't like poking now?"
"Oi they do, but they doon't like me as they did." Smith (my cousin
told me), had had the credit all his life of poking all the agricultural
laborers, and had been threatened with dismissal on account of it. "He
might have had a worse berth," said I, "there are half-a-dozen girls in
the field I would not mind sleeping with." "Why don't you have them?"
said Fred. "I don't want to lose my character here." "That be damned,
you can always have a field-girl, nobody cares,--I have had a dozen or
two."
I turned this over in my mind. We were again in the fields, on the way
there he gave me a long account of how old Sarah used to wink at his
having the field-girls; and indeed I had often heard him tell it. "You
tell him you would like any one, and see what will come of it." There
was a pretty sun-burnt girl about fifteen years of age that had given me
a cock-stand. "That's a pretty girl Smith, I'd give a sovereign to have
her,--is she loose?" "Don't think so yet squire, she be skittish; her
sister's not fourteen, and they say she be in the family way, when one
sister takes to it squire, the others generally do." "Where do you pay
their wages?" I asked. The old fellow leered at me. "Why you be a taken
a leaf out of young squire's book sir (it was Fred's advice); I pays
them next at the root-stores," a shed about a quarter of a mile from
the farm-yard, and in which he had a desk. The women waited outside the
shed, each being called in and paid in succession. They were paid every
night, excepting in hay-making times.
At pay time I strolled into the shed. One by one he paid. The girl I
wanted came last. He told her he wanted her to take a parcel to
the village. "Yes sir," said she. Off old Smith went to fetch the
parcel,--it was the dodge, Fred told me so afterwards, the old goat
always adopted to get a girl left alone with him.
Very randy but nervous I went out with Smith, then strolled back into
the shed. The girl had seated herself on some loose straw, she got up
and curtsied. "Sit down my dear," said I, "you may have some time to
wait," and talked to her. "You are very pretty,--you will keep your
sweetheart waiting." Smiling she said. "I ain't got no sweetheart sir."
Another look or two, and my randiness getting the better of me, I began
chaffing suggestively, she sat down besides me, then I talked for
a quarter of an hour warmer and warmer, then kissing, tickling, and
pinching her legs. This did not seem to affect her, she enjoyed it; then
out I pulled my prick, and all changed at once. "Oh!" said she rising up
scared to go. I pulled her back.
"Let's do it to you." "I won't." "You've been fucked." "I ain't,--I
am only fifteen years old (she did not affect ignorance of my
meaning),--leave me alone." I threw her down, and got my hand up her
clothes. She loudly screamed, and that is all I recollect clearly; I
know that I struggled with her, offered her money, told her I knew her
sister had been fucked, and a lot more. I was so much stronger that
she had no chance, I rolled over her, she screamed, and screamed again
(there was no one nearer than the Hall), I exposed her bum, her thighs,
her cunt, and all she had. I was furious with lust, determined to have
her; at last she was under me, panting, breathless, crying, and saying,
"Now don't,--oh! pray don't," but I lunged fast, furiously, brutally,
and all I heard was, "oh! pray,--pray now,--oh!--oh!--oh! pray," as I
was spending in her holding her tight, kissing her after I had forced
her. Her tears ran down. If I had not committed a rape it looked
uncommonly like one, and began to think so as I lay with my prick up
her.