I had scarcely finished my spend, when curiosity took possession of me.
She yielded in the way a French woman does to all a man wishes; almost
anticipating them. The black hair under her arm-pits first came in for
my admiration, then her eyes, her bubbies came in for their share, as
raising myself on an elbow, my prick still up her, I looked and felt
all over her, I even opened her mouth and felt her teeth which were
splendid. Then rising on my knees, I looked between her legs, at the
splendid thicket of black hair. Far from attempting to get up, or
prevent me, she opened her thighs wider, I pulled aside the cunt-lips,
there rolling out from a dark carmine orifice was my essence. At the
sight of it, up came my prick, still dripping, and up it went into the
sperm-lined passage.
My second fuck over, she washed. No sooner was that done, than I wanted
to see it all over again. "You are very fond of women," she said, "I
thought you had never had a woman before." Then I explained, gave her
the Victoria, and scarcely daring said (for she was dressed again), "How
I should like to do it again." "You take up much time of me, but you
may, if you like, at side of de bed." Out came my prick, up it went, her
duff and belly in sight now, till I spent in her, and promising to see
her again I left. One does not get silk stockings, laced chemise, four
wax lights and three fucks for a pound now, if rooms be well furnished,
or not.
I saw her the next day, then saw her almost daily. Little by little I
took to calling at all times, and sleeping with her. The more I had her,
the more I liked her. She was a very nice woman in most ways, I scarcely
ever found her untidy, dirty, or slammerkin. If not dressed, she had
a clean wrapper on, had nearly always silk stockings on, and a clean
chemise; and therefore call when I might she was ready to be fucked at
a minute's notice. She was a good cook, and would cook omlettes and nice
things in her room. I used to fuck, get out of bed, eat, and fuck again
with the food almost in my mouth. I used to have little dinners in her
room, sent in by a French cook, which were excellent, and then with
stomach full and with nice wine, would spend the evening in baudy joys.
What astonished and delighted me at the same time, was the freedom and
the way she lent herself to all my voluptuous inclinations. The gay
women I had had, I had fucked so fast, and got away from them as soon
as I could; my spend even scarcely finished at times. With my mother's
servants (my first love Charlotte excepted, and for a time with Susan),
my enjoyments were mostly hurried, a fingerstink, a frig on their cunt,
and a hurried look were all my amatory preliminaries for the most part;
because I was too impatient for the spend, was mostly obliged to seize
opportunities in a hurry, or because the girls were impatient at being
pulled about. When I had tried with them, some of the little amatory
amusements, which were beginning to suggest themselves to my voluptuous
imagination, they resisted, or only half lent themselves to my will.
With Susan I had tried the most, because I knew she had had a bumbasting
before, and she had been more willing; she liked pulling my prick about,
but even she made a fuss one night, when I wanted to fuck her with her
bum towards my belly, and never let me look at her belly. Thus my
baudy longings had never been satisfied. With Charlotte I did a little
variety, from curiosity; now I began to want it from voluptuousness. The
natural impatience of my age, and my few opportunities, had led me to
bring my women to the bed, throw up their clothes, pull open their legs,
give a rapid glance at their thighs, belly and cunt-fringe, by which
time my prick was nodding and throbbing. Then followed a grope, and the
next minute I was fucking as hard as I could.
With Camille all came like new to me. She even anticipated me. If I
pushed her to the side of the bed, she fell on her back and opened her
legs gently, dis-dosing her slit in the most voluptuous manner, without
speaning. If I strove to open her thighs, open they went as wide as
she could make them, leaving me to open,shut, pinch, frig, or probe her
cunt, as I listed. At a hint, she with two fingers would spread open the
lips to enable the fullest inspection. If I turned her round, she would
fall on the bed arse upwards, like a tumbler. If I cocked up a leg,
there she kept it till I pulled it down. I scarcely ever said what I
wanted, she guessed my desires from the way I turned her about. It was
only at a later time when my baudiness grew whimsical, and invented
strange attitudes, or singular caprices of love, that I had to tell her
what I wanted; but at first I was too timid for that. She once said to
me laughing, "I am a born whore, for I like it, and like to see a man
amuse himself with me."
Her every movement, even when I was tranquil, was exciting. If she sat
down, her limbs were in some position which by contemplation stirred my
lust, and made me rush to stroke her, and was gratified in any form
and manner I liked. With her all forms of copulation were wholesome and
natural, so that I had enough variety.
I was constantly with her until pretty well fucked out, then I stayed
away a while. When I recommenced she I expect thought I was weary of
her, and set to work to keep me, by putting into my head things I had
not heard, or thought of, asking if I would like to sate my lust in
such, and such ways; and then procuring for me what she had suggested.
I was indeed worth treating so, for though I only gave her a sovereign
at first, my money quickly began to go into her pocket from mine. The
more variety I had, the more I paid, which was but natural, and fair.
She had a book full of the baudiest French pictures; there was not an
attitude depicted in it that I did not fuck her in. That done, she asked
me one day if I would like another woman to feel whilst I had her. She
came, and I fucked Camille feeling the other's cunt, longing to fuck it,
but fearing to propose it. Camille guessed what I wanted, and proposed
it herself. With what joy my prick entered the stranger's split, Camille
looking on, holding her cunt open for inspection at the same time, and
going through the motions of frigging herself whilst I was shoving. Then
came endless variety. I had two other French ladies, and fingered their
cunts whilst I fucked a third, then two more, laying cunt upwards, legs
in the air, and arses meeting over Camille's head. At last I had six
altogether at once, and spent the evening with them naked, fucking,
frigging, spending up or over them, making them feel each other's cunts,
shove up dildoes, and play the devil's delight with their organs of
generation, as they are modestly called.
Then came other suggestions. "I know such a little girl, not above this
high," she said. I ballocked that little girl. Then she knew one six
feet high. She also I had. Then she knew one with an immense duff of
hair on her cunt. Of course I had her. Then one with none at all; and
mightily pleased was I, as my doodle rubbed in and out of that hairless
cunt, the owner laying at the side of the bed, I standing up, and
Camille holding a candle over the hairless quim, to enable me fully to
see and enjoy the novelty, I was pushing up.