My Secret Life Vol-02 Chapter 07- Molly and Giles

MY SECRET LIFE BY WALTER

VOLUME-2

Chapter VII

I fucked Whiteteeth in the meadow one night again. We ***********ed a field further off, which led to another bit of luck. She had left me, and I was stepping quietly, so that if met, no one might suppose we had been together; when I heard on the other side of a hedge, movements, and the voices of a male and female. They sat down within a few feet of where I was. I only heard imperfectly, and tell as well as I could gather what was said.

“I can’t stay”, said she, “mother will be after me, — she don’t know I am out of the yard.” A kiss, — many kisses, — a scuffle, — “be quiet”, — then all was a mumble. Then “I won’t, — I won’t, — never again, — you shant.” “Hush!” said he, “suppose some one is near.” “Do let’s feel it, — let’s do it”, said the male, “do it once, do it twice, it’s all the same once done.” I kept as quiet as death.

“No” (here something I could not catch), — “no, — it warn’t no pleasure to me, — I’ve been crying ever since, — you won’t marry me after all I dare say, though I let you do it.” “So help me God I will, I’ll marry you.” He swore quite loudly. “Hish!” “Mother won’t let us, she hates you.” The female whimpered, then was mumbling, kissing, soothing, quietness, then all of a sudden, “Oh! you’re hurting me with your fingers.” “Hish! — hish! — be quiet!” Then I could hear nothing;—then, “No, I’ll be getting in a mess like Bess.” Said the man half angrily, “She were a fool, she needn’t a had a child; I knows a mother who can stop any gal having a child.” “Now don’t, — oh! it hurts, — no, — oh!—hoe!” The voices sank; kisses came a slight rustling, and all was quiet.

Then I heard broken words from both, but in a subdued voice “I’ll never let you no more”, said the female, “you go that way.” Kiss, kiss, and the cut off, the female towards the gate I had entered the field by, he across the fields. She piddled, and waited till he had gone. Dodging her I moved after her, and saw her enter the farm-yard, but could not identify her. It must be Molly I was sure, no other female at that time was likely to enter there. Why Molly has been fucked!

Next day I asked nursemaid about Molly. “Oh! that’s why you go to the farm so often”, said she laughing jealously. “She’s a good girl, her mother looks after her sharp.”

I had most difficulty in getting Pender. She would not go into the privy again. I fucked her once or so in the barn, but at railroad pace; both anxious, the fuck barely worth having. “I’ll go to mother’s next Sunday”, said she. If P go to the Red Lion on Saturday night, I’ll be outside in the lane.” We met in the lane, but I could only get a feel, and arrange about Sunday. “I’ll go to mother’s at *** (the market-town), if the day be fine; P. won’t come, he don’t like mother, or he’ll only come in the evening.”

On Sunday I rode to the town, passing Pender on the road in her Sunday finery, went to a lane where was an ale-house and bakery below, a baudy house above, and took a room (Fred told me of the place years before). Pender went to her mother’s, and so soon as people were in church came to the appointed corner. I kept well ahead of her, entered the house, and after hesitating at the door in she came after me.

“How could you be such a fool as to walk about outside like that?” said I angrily, for I had feared she would not enter. “I was frightened”, she replied, “and oh! I must get back to mother’s by dinner-time at one, when the Publics and the bake-houses open.”

It was a delicious day, and beats in my recollection many others of fevered enjoyment. Little by little I stropped a tall, fine, stout, healthy, country woman, a regular spanker; with white flesh, firm, soft satiny and smelling like new milk. She was bashful without affection, ashamed to expose her charms, yet proud to do so to me. She was clad in snow-white coarse linen, neat and clean from her boots to her head. What enjoyment we had! how we spent! I fucked her three times before the dinner-hour, my prick or my finger was in her cunt for an hour and a half.

At half-past twelve off she went; in less than two hours back she came. She had said that a friend of hers was ill, and she had promised to sit with her (a woman cocking is never at loss for a lie). It was raining. The umbrella helped to hide her, but she was nervous about being seen. I had dinner at the house, the woman cooked well; the keepers were really small traders who did not mind their rooms being used for love-making, and had none of the dirty tricks of a Lon-don baudy house keeper.