'He took away his hand and tried t soothe her. She turned from him, and said with a sob she was sure he had done her come great harm, and pulling her handkerchief out of her pocket she suddenly put it under her petticoats and rubbed between her legs, then looking at it in a sly manner perceiving that it was marked with blood, she thrust it into her pocket and rose up to return home. He begged for the handkerchief, and after a struggle he obtained possession of it and quietly examined it. Then with difficulty he appeased her, and she at length forgave him and allowed him to kiss her, but would not suffer him to put his hand under her petticoats again as she said she felt too sore.
'When they met me a short distance off, she seemed quite composed and promised to walk with him again the next day on condition of my being with them also.
"Mary and I had a good laugh together that night at the success of our contrivance; before we set out for our walk, we had charged a small sponge with the blood of a freshly killed chicken, and having wrapped it in oiled silk, Mary carefully placed it in her handkerchief. This sponge she adroitly took out and squeezed, and then slipped into the upper part of her stocking, when she appeared to be only rubbing her maiden slit.
'The Major may have thought her large, for the finger readily notices difference of size, but when he heard her cry of pain, and above all when he saw the blood-stain on her handkerchief, every doubt was chased from his mind, and he felt satisfied that the sweet defloration of a true virgin was a treat in store for him at the next opportunity.
'Why is it, Queenie, that men almost universally regard the entering of a woman's cunt for the first time such a peculiar treat? It seems to me that the awkwardness and hurry of the first attempt, neither man nor woman obtains half the pleasure that they experience afterward.'
'Ah, Jim,' I replied, 'these matters are not to be judged by ordinary rules and reasoning; and the sense of pleasure, after all, depends very much on the exercise of imagination or fancy — but go on.'
'The next day being fine, we again set out for a walk. Mary was in good spirits and prepared for any lengths to which the gallant major was disposed to go.
'I have sometimes thought, Queenie, if men could only read our minds, how much less timid they would be! Women, like all female animals, I suppose, require that a certain amount of violence should be used to compel them, as it were, into submission; because, though willing enough in themselves, they like it to seem as if they are forced to comply, and besides they are conscious that if men obtain their favours too easily they will not value them as they ought. However, to proceed.
'I took my basket as before and practised the same manoeuvre. When I got near enough to hear what they were saying, I heard his voice — "Now, darling Mary, you can't refuse me the great pleasure of petting your dear little pussy — open your legs more — what a sweet little nest you have! I trust all the soreness you felt yesterday is gone." '"Yes, dear Kit, but you hurt me very much, and it bled a great deal." '"I am so sorry, but there is one consolation. I can never hurt you again.
Do you know my name for this mossy nest?" '"No, except that I have heard girls call it their fanny, and you now call it my pussy." '"But do you know what men call it?" '"No, I have not the least idea." What a fib, thought I.
'"Shall I tell you?" '"Yes, dear Kit, I would like to know." '"Well, they often speak of it as a woman's quim, but the common name which everybody knows is cunt, derived from the Latin cunnus. Did you never hear it?'
'"No, I have not been in the way of hearing such words." Oh Mary! how innocent you are, thought I.
'"Why, most schoolgirls know it well, and I am told they are fond of writing it on their slates, together with the name of another thing that they like still better. Say cunt for me, my love." '"Cunt, my cunt."
He kissed her.
'"Now, what's the name of this part underneath?" '"Oh! that's my bottom." '"Good, but the commoner name is more exciting — arse. Say arse." '"Arse, my arse." '"This cunt is shaped like a mouth, you perceive, with lips and moustache too; you use it indeed, I know, for piddling, commonly called pissing — say that love." '"Pissing, my cunt pissing." '"It has, however, a far nobler use than pissing; piss comes out of it, but there is something intended to go into it, something which is able to fill it with pleasure an delight. Do you know what that something is?" '"No, I don't know anything that could go into it and give it the pleasure and delight you speak of." '"Did you never put your finger into it?" '"Yes, I have sometimes rubbed it with my finger, and then tried to push it up." '"Did it make you feel nice?"
'"It did." '"Well, there is something larger and longer than your finger that men have which, when it goes in, makes it feel still nicer, nicer than anything in the world. Do you know what that is?" '"No, I know of nothing better than my finger." Oh Mary! '"Well, let me place your hand here for a moment, and I will enlighten you." 'He had already opened his trousers, I observed, all down the front. So he took her hand, and in spite of her affected opposition pushed it inside and placed it on his prick.
'"Now, does not that feel softer than your finger? Take it out, darling, and see what a queer round head it has!" 'He kept her hand on it, while he drew it out. She let her fingers close round it but turned away her face.
'"Look at it, dear Mary, it is my prick, and is just made to go into your cunt and fuck it. Now, say prick, darling." '"Prick." '"And what does a prick do to a cunt?" '"You say, it fucks it." '"That's a darling; now draw the skin down — this way — see how that makes the head stand up! And look at this ridge round the head, that is what rubs on the inside of the cunt and makes you feel so nice as it goes in and out — this way, like my finger — but don't you think you would like my prick much better?"
'"I cannot tell; your prick is very big; I am afraid it would hurt me too much." '"No, my darling, it would not hurt you at all, on the contrary it will give you great pleasure, greater than any you ever felt in your life — let me try — there — lie back and open your thighs." '"Oh, but you must not look, it would be horrible to see me there." '"How could it be horrible, when it feels so soft and nice!" '"Oh, it is not meant to be looked at; does not the hair growing about it show that it should be kept covered?" '"Not at all. The hair is only meant to ornament it, and keep it warm and soft. There that's a good girl — open a little more, that's a good girl."
She now lay back quietly and allowed him to pull up her dress as high as he could and spread her thighs widely apart.
'"Yes, it is a sweet little cunt, fresh and fragrant as an opening rose; and its little clitoris peeps out from between the lips like the tip of your tongue. I am sure, if it could speak, it would say: Put in your prick and fuck me. Shall I try, my sweet Mary? you will like it so much." '"Oh, it will hurt me, it is so very big, you never could get in." '"No, it can't hurt you now; your cunt, small as it looks, would easily take in a much larger prick than mine — there — I will rub its head between these moist lips — you are a most loveable girl, Mary — now spread your legs as widely as you can — wait, I will put this bundle of dry grass under your bottom — now — see how easily it goes in! Now don't you like the feel of my prick moving in your cunt? Ah! Isn't that nice?" '"Yes, it feels nice. Is this what you call fucking?"
'"It is my love, would you like me to move my prick faster?" '"Yes, dear Kit; your prick fucks my cunt very pleasantly. Does it give you pleasure hearing me say these words?" '"It does, pet — talk to me of your cunt and your arse; and of my prick and bollocks; and spun; and fucking, and pissing — oh, Mary, its coming — push up your bottom — put your hand on my arse — press my prick in your cunt — oh, there — there." 'She held him convulsively with arms and legs, and her loins and arse worked and twisted during the last quick probes of his prick. Then her muscles relaxed, her eyes closed, and her head lay back in love's sweet swoon.