At intervals when worn out with spending, or disinclined to find the
money, needed for this endless variety of women and cunt-hunting; I
frequently spent evenings quietly in Camille's society. I got from her
information about habits of women, in a way which is not often given
to young men by gay women; learned that women thrust sponges up their
cunts, to prevent men finding out they had their courses on. For
the first time with her, I understood that women could, and did frig
themselves; and on her own cunt, placing herself my finger there, I
first knew the exact spot where a women rubs for her solitary
pleasure. She told me of women rubbing their clitoris together so as
to spend,--what the French call tribadism,--and two women of her
acquaintance did this. All of us half spoony with champagne after a
jolly little supper; she set the two girls rubbing their cunts together.
The two girls on the top of each other, I thought a baudy amusement, and
did not believe until after years, that flat fucking was practicable,
and practised, with sexual pleasure.
Then should I like to see a man? Now it was not many years since I had
frigged two or three, and declined it. Yet one night she expatiated so
much about the wonderful size of a young man's prick, and what a lot
he spent, and how respectable he was, and what gentlemen had him, etc.;
that I who had a dislike to men being near me, consented, and a fine
young Frenchman came. I could not for half-an-hour go near him, but my
temptress meant I should, and I frigged one of the largest pricks I
have ever seen, and saw his spunk squirt over Camille's arse, which the
Frenchman requested her to turn upwards for him to spend on; indeed he
said he could not make his cock stand until he saw her arse. Directly
afterwards I had the most ineffable disgust at him, myself and all, and
never saw him again.
I would not again be in the room with a man, but she arranged to let
me see through a hole made in the door, herself fucked by another man,
which I immensely enjoyed, but had not the sight repeated. I even used
to hate the idea of her being fucked by any one but myself; not that I
had anything in the way of love or liking for her, which might have been
termed affection.
So time went on, I paying handsomely, trying to see and do anything she
suggested, and glorifying myself at being in the lucky way of doing and
knowing everything. I told much to some special friends, some of whom
wanted to find out my sources of such enjoyments; others thought I was a
mere braggart.
Nearly a year ran away, and four thousand pounds, leaving me with
infinite knowledge and a frame pretty well worn; but I never had a love
ailment, nor have I ever taken one from a French woman yet.
She never suggested arse-hole work. In her book were pictures of
buggering, and she asked me if I would like such a thing. I frightened
at what I knew, which seemed like a horrible dream, said, "certainly
not," and asked if it was possible. She told me it was, but was
"villaine," and the matter was never again referred to.
With much fucking I got done up, and one night could get no cock-stand.
She asked me if I had ever played at minette. I did not know what it
meant. She told me it was having my prick sucked. I told her no. I have
already narrated my licking the slightly haired cunt of young Martha,
and how when doing so, she having my prick in her hand close to her
mouth, and was playing with it, when scarce thinking of consequences,
"Kiss it," I said, "put it in your mouth"; and that the young girl randy
with my licking, put it to her mouth or tongue, and that I immediately
shot out my spunk without meaning it. That remained in my recollection
as a nasty subject. The big-cunted woman also sucked me against my will.
So when Camille suggested it I refused. There was another French woman
with her; they were both naked on the bed, and I had been fumbling both,
and baudily amusing myself, with no cock-stiff or fucking desire about
After a while I laid down on the bed with them, the other French
woman told me, that some men never did anything else, and that she would
like doing it to me. She had found out I was pretty liberal, and I dare
say counted on my being so now, if I could get by her a new sensation;
but I declined. The two women were laying in the reverse direction to
me on the bed, so that I could see and play with both their cunts, a
favorite posture with me then. After extolling the sensation of minette,
she without my consent turned over me, and geting me between her knees
back up, and so that her bum-hole and cunt were within a few inches of
my nose, she began; whilst Camille who knew what would fetch me better
than I knew myself, moved up her backside, so that I might grope her
more freely. The double cunt feeling, the suction and sight generally,
was too much for me, and the mouth soon drew my sperm with long
lingering and half painful pleasure. My tender-tipped prick suffered, as
it often did indeed when not in the proper receptacle.
The act made some impression on me, for I soon after had it repeated by
the same woman, and she did it that time so that I saw the prick in her
mouth. I expect it upset me instead of giving me pleasure, for I stopped
her, and my doodle dropped; but I permitted her to recommence; then I
felt something press my arse-hole, it tickled and hurt me, I called out,
"What are you doing?" at the same instant spent. "What have you done?"
said I. "Nothing," said she winking at me, for Camille was in the room.
I did not like the business; she had shoved her finger or thumb up my
bum-hole. I was too young to appreciate that luxury, took a horror at
her, and never would have her again, nor would I have my prick sucked
any more. Many years elapsed before I either had my arse-hole felt or
felt a woman's, after that night.
Then I had an old woman. Those she had brought me had mostly dark-haired
cunts, and her own was black. As cunt was an inexhaustable subject with
me, we were always talking about it. She said she knew a woman whose
hair was quite grey. "Is she very old?" "No not above fifty." That was
older than my mother, and I could not think of it; but the conversation
was renewed. "She has got as much hair as me, but quite grey, nearly
white, and she is a nice clean woman; have us both, and you can see
the black and white together." So a fattish middle-aged woman certainly
fifty and who seemed to me sixty, came; her hair was nearly white,
Camille lent her stockings and chemise to make her decent I suppose, and
the old woman who spoke scarcely a word, but drank furiously, turned up
to me. She made some objection to showing her grummit, remarking she did
not know it was to such a young man, but being told if she did not, she
might go without pay, the sight came off; the cunt-fringe was nearly
white. She was an English woman. Camille suggested I should have her;
the old woman demurred, but Camille settled (and I really used to do
almost what she advised), that I should have her and look at the grey
cunt at the same time. So it came about; but when half up to spunking
time, Camille said, "Take it out of me and put it into her." When a
prick stands and novelty is in the way it rushes at it. Out I pulled
my prick, and put it up the grey cunt, spent in it, and pulled it out
almost before I had finished. I never saw the old lady again.
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