I got off her, saw for an instant her legs wide open, cunt and thighs
wet and bloody, she crying, sobbing, rubbing her eyes. I was now in a
complete funk, I had heard field-women so light spoken of, that they
were so accessible, that I expected only to go up a road that had often
been travelled. This resistance and crying upset me, the more so when at
length rising, she said, "I'll tell my sister, and go to the magistrate,
and tell how you have served me out."
I really had violated her, saw that it would bear that complexion before
a magistrate, so would not let her go, but retained her, coaxed, begged,
and promised her money. I would love her, longed for her again, would
take her from the fields, and every other sort of nonsense a man would
utter under the circumstances. She ceased crying, and stood in sullen
mood as I held her, asking me to let her go. I took out my purse, and
offered her money which she would not take, but eyed wishfully as I kept
chinking the gold in my hand. What a temptation bright sovereigns must
have been to a girl who earned ninepence a day, and often was without
work at all.
In an hour and a half I suppose, old Smith came back, he had really got
a parcel for her to take. She began to cry, and blurted out that the
gentleman had insulted her. "What, has he kissed you?" "More than
that,--boo hoo." "What has he done?" "Been dirty with me,--and I'll tell
my sister, and go to the justice."
"Pough child," said Smith, "he arn't done you any harm,--a gent like
him,--don't make a fuss,--make it up,--it's all fair yer know twixt a
young man, and a maid,--daresay yer wanted him to be dirty with you,--a
gent like him, you ought to be proud of sich a one making love to
you,--here, take this parcel, and be off."
"Take the sovereign (she had refused it before), I'll give you more
another day; it will help to keep you a while,--hold your tongue, and no
one will know," said I. She hesitated, pouted, wriggled her shoulders,
but at last took the sovereign, and took up the parcel, saying she would
tell her sister. Then said the foreman, "None o' that gal, an' I hears
more on that, you won't work here any more, nor anywheres else in this
parish,--I knows the whole lot on you, I knows who got yer sister's
belly up,--she at her age, she ought to be ashamed on her-self, and I
knows summut about you too,--now take care gal." "I've done nothing to
be ashamed on," said the girl, "you're a hard man to the women, they all
say so,--ohe!--ohe!" "Well there," said he dropping his bullying tone,
"the squire won't harm you; I think you be in luck if he loikes you, say
you nought;--that be my advice". The girl muttering went her way.
I followed her (it was getting dark), was so kind and coaxing, promised
her so many fine things (I'm not sure I didn't say I'd marry her),
that as we neared the village, the little lass let me pull her into a
convenient grassy corner, and fuck her again. She promised she'd say
nothing to anyone about it.
Next morning I had a fear, and was annoyed with myself. If the girl said
anything it would be all over the parish in the afternoon, and in my
aunt's ears the next day; all that for a dirty little farm-laborer. I
had had none of that sensuous delight which both mentally and physically
is found in getting into a virgin, had never thought of having her as
one, nor did I recollect much cunt resistance to my penetration; but she
certainly was a virgin. In my furious lust, and with my unbendable
stiff prick I must have hit the mark, and burst through it at one or two
cunt-rending shoves. She had given a loud cry in the midst of it, "Oh!
pray now,--oh! pray,"--but I had heeded it not. What excited me was her
youth, her size, and the idea of having a little cunt with but little
hair on it, something smaller than Molly's. In bed, thinking of, and
funking consequences, I longed for a girl still smaller, for one with no
hair on her cunt at all. On further reflection I calmed. She had taken
the money, and let me do it a second time; it was all right, and I rose,
and went to the scene of my exploit.
The girl was not at work in the fields, and my funk returned. "Smith,"
said I, "is Nelly (let's call her Nelly) here?" "No, nor her sisters,"
"Sisters?" "Yes there are two; one a woman called ------ very much
older, the other younger than Nelly, and the young un they says be with
kid."
I went to the farm-yard, there saw Fred talking to Molly, "Ulloh, you
have taken a letch there." "I'll have her," said he. Pender went across
the yard. "I would sooner have her," said I. "Aye, a damned fine woman,
but coarse, smells strong I should say when she sweats, or is randy, and
I like them younger." I was jealous about Molly, and walked away. Fred
joined me, and after dinner, I like a fool told him all about the girl
ravished in the root-shed in the Twelve-Acre field.
"Was she a virgin?--she is a plump little bitch,--you were in luck,--oh!
never fear there will be no row; the saying down here is, 'They all take
it by the time they have half-an-inch of hair on their cunts.' She will
be rather proud you have fucked her than otherwise. Has she much hair
there?--has she any bubbies?" I told him all I knew, which was but
little, not recollecting even if she had any cunt-wig at all.
Next day the two sisters were at work again. I told Smith that after his
dinner I wished to speak to the girl. The old cock-bawd told me to wait
at the root-shed; and the girl came there to fetch his handkerchief which
he left purposely. When she saw me how she started. No, she had told no
one, but was not going to let me do what I liked. A kiss. "I don't like
your hand on my legs,--oh! now you said you would not,--take your hand
away."
My finger was on her cunt, I was feeling what little hair she had, my
finger went up it, oh! how tight it was! "Now darling let me, I won't
let you go till you do,--there, what a dear little belly,--let me kiss
it." "They will wonder why I am gone so long,--my sister will be asking
questions,--do let me go." "No." "Oh!" I had her on the straw. "Be quiet
dear,--my prick's up you,--be quiet,--a--h!--ah!"
With her cunt well buttered off she ran. I buttoned up. Just then at the
door appeared Fred holding his sides and laughing. "What's up Fred?" "Oh
I--oh!--oh!" "What's the fun?" "Oh!--oh!--I've been looking at you fuck
the little bitch. I saw her go in, and you go to the shed an hour ago,
but did not know you were there then, so thought I would like the young
one; it's five days since I've had a woman, and as I was going in heard
your two voices, listened and looked till you had done the job."
"It's a damned unhandsome thing," said I in a rage. "You would have
looked at me if you had caught me," said Fred. "You leave the girl
alone, it's my manor." "All right, but I'll have little Molly, I have
given her a kiss." Off he went, leaving me jealous about that one as
well. He was treading on my heels a little too much to please me.
Four women I had poked now, being like a cock among hens, cared about
neither, but could not bear the idea of Fred going up them, though
I knew it was useless to try to prevent the young squire, the future
master, a fine officer. Pender said to me one day, "The squire means
harm to Molly; it's a shame for an officer like him to harm a poor girl;
I caught him kissing her, and putting his hands up her petticoats. I'll
tell Missus if I see any more of it." "Do," said I, "you tell my aunt."
So she did, and aunt requested Fred not to go to the farm-yard, and
Molly was all but locked up. In a few days Fred said it was damned slow,
and went to London. I for a change went with him.
My departure put Pender in tears, she did all she could to get me up
her, and before I left I got Molly into the loft on promising never to
ask her again, and there had my first good look at her belly and cunt,
and fucked her. Nursemaid I advised to avoid the page, or I would never
have anything to do with her more. She grinned and said, "What a loss".
Nelly I caught in the lane, fucked her and she promised to be chaste and
never let any other man put his finger on her. Then I departed with Fred
to virtuous London.
Before leaving, Mrs. Pender said, "I'm afeard I'm in trouble, my
poorliness ain't come on for two months now."
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