My Secret Life By Walter

Chapter 35. A lark in a park • Alice T' ***h**I of Middleborough • Loving couples in the open • "Let's feel it." • Alice's narrative • A frig • Gamahuche • Her supper • Refiexions on fucking • Idealties • Two little sisters • At a German bath • An exquisite Austrian Paphian • Delicious fuckstress • A forgotten appointment • Enter male • Mein schwester's bedroom • A treat at a peephole • Up a lubricious cunt • Mein schwester washing herself • Frauleln gamahuched • Groping and fucking • On my gamahuching tendenciec • A family of harlots • Two sister dress makers -- Anne and Maria • Feeling cunts • Forms, features; and euntal tesemblances • A fart in a fire place • On harlots farting • Cunt farts • H*l*n M***w**d • Our first meeting • Her physical perfections • Money differences • My promise kept • A year's interval • Friendship established • Mutual meretriciousness • Unrestrained sexual amusements • Erotic tastes gratified • Arcades ambo

I find that I have misplaced some manuscript, and that the four following little adventures took place in the summer and in the autumn. The narratives of these little incidents are but little abbreviated, some paragraphs not at all but the past is put for the present, in which latter tense most of the narratives of my amours were written.

Late one night in Oxford Street looking at the battalion of harlots walking about, a well grown woman faced and pleased me. I was fit, yet had no intention of having a woman, was simply looking at them, pleased and yet sorry as they often made me feel, when in unphilosophic mood. "Good night," said she. 'Good night, my dear." "Won't you say something more?" "No, good night" and I turned to cross the road to B**d S'. Come home with me," "No." "Oh, do, I wish so you would." There was something plaintive in her voice, and her manner was unlike her class. She had for some time walked by my side looking into my face without speaking. There was gentility in her manner which pleased me. "Do you live far off?" "No only up there." "I can only give you. " " That will do." "Go on then and I'll follow" and so on we went but on and on so far, that I stopped. "Where is it?" She named the street. "Oh! that's a long way let's take a cab dear." We did and drove to G" 'e R' *d. A respectable looking young man opened the door of a very well and seemingly newly furnished house, and we went into a nice bedroom.

She kissed me several times when in the cab which I don't think I returned, and she felt gently at my ballocks. I had not felt much desire until she did that. Then my cock rose and the delicious Lewdness coursed thro my body. "Oho!" said she with a sigh. 'It's a nice one I'm sure" And she kissed me lovingly. In the room she sat down with her bonnet on, then rose and kissed me several times. "Would you believe that the man who opened the door was my father's servant?" "No," I replied bluntly. "I thought you wouldn't but he was, he's just married and opened this house for lodgers, but he knows I'm gay," I didn't believe her, thought it brag, tho I did not say so. "Take off your things." She left off feeling my prick which she had got out and was fondling, and began undressing.

She took off petticoat after petticoat, warm weather it was, whilst I sat looking at her. Her arms were very thin, and I saw that she had the smallest breasts. "Go on," said I for she had stopped. "What, all? I'm rather thin, do you like thin women?" "I have no objection to them if they are nice." It was not true but I said that not to wound her. She took off more clothing, pausing from time to time for me to say enough. But I made her strip to her chemise. "I'm very thin," said she, "but I am as good in a bed as another woman," and she sat down on the sofa besides me. I pulled up her chemise, felt about her, and I have never seen such a thin gay woman. She had scarcely breast or backside. He thighs were half what they should have been, and below her knees were broom sticks. My cock dwindled, and all desire left me, so after feeling her and talking for a time I said, That will do dear, now I am going," and I put the money on the mantel piece. "Oh don't go without doing me, you'll find me very nice, do me, I want it so badly, you've not looked at it" and laying down on the sofa she exposed her cunt, a youthful dark haired article. I went to her and looked at it, not having even wished to see it before. It was a neat looking cunt, but my prick gave no such signs of vitality as a fresh cunt ought to have caused. "Let's talk," said she, and I sat down by her. She clutched my prick and my fingers, went on to her clitoris; she was a nice clean woman, but no sensation came to me for a time, and we talked on, she telling her history, and kissing me at intervals, and always feeling my doodle.

I was quite cold to her. "I can't do it," I said. "and often go home with women only to see, feel, and chat with them," saying this to avoid wounding her. "You don't like me, because I'm so thin." 'Not so. " "I don't like doing it," said she, "but I do want it so, I haven't had it for a week," and kneeling down at once, she took my cock in her mouth; I had not hintedat such a thing. The friction of her lips and tongue took effect, it stiffened, desire came, she rose up triumphantly smiling. "I'm so glad," said she. Then we went to the bed, and her cunt received it. In copulation it seemed as nice as that of other women's, but I almost wondered, what I held in my hands as I recovered from my pleasure, and moved them over her skinny backside. She spent almost directly my prick went up her. "Oh, it's lovely,' said she "keep it in," and twining her spidery limbs round mine she held me to her, clipped my cock well with her cunt, and then easing off from me slightly begging me to keep my cock in her which I did pretty well, she got her right hand between our bellies and frigged herself whilst I was still in her. Her eyes closed."Lovely prick, lovely prick," she kept ejaculating to herself as if to excite herself till she spent again, and then her legs stretched out, and she laid tranquil. My cock was actually stiffening in her, tho her curt clipping as she spent, but I drew it out intending to leave her, her thinness displeased me so.

But she held me. "Don't go yet, wait and do it again.' "I can't it's late." "Not very, you could do it now if you like. I haven't enjoyed a poke like it in I don't know how long, but a lot you have spent shall I wash it?" It was irresistible. Mypenis had been getting more sensitive for some time, and a fresh washed cunt even hurt me sometimes, and if washed out with anything but water I could tell it directly. I like them just as nature has made them when left untouched for some hours, moist, smooth, lubricious; to feel my prick gliding as if over oiled ivory, "No don't wash." We talked for a time. She was from the country, of well to do parents, had been seduced, had a child now dead, was turned out by her parents, and turned gay. The landlord knew all about her, and would tell me if I asked him, but not her real name, nor where her home was. She volunteered all this, and then to her seeming joy I fucked her again, after she had made me piddle, and wash it, and she had sucked it up to stiffness.

"I dare say you won't see me again will you?" "I rarely see any strange ladies, there is a lady I see constantly who has all I can do." "Tell me what she is like," I did and lied eloquently. "You don't like thin women, men don't, I get on badly, nearly every farthing I get goes to pay my lodging and washing. I can scarcely get enough to eat. I will drown myself, I often think of doing so in the night." "Nonsense, go home." "Never, I wouldn't show my face there again, it would kill the old people. If I don't get on letter soon I'll drown myself . I go and look at the canal sometimes as I go home." I doubled her fee, pitying her, and left her sitting on dnv sofa crying bitterly. She had not been drinking, it was true despair I feel sure.

Passing a park entrance one misty and warmish night at about ten o'clock. I thought I should like to feel a glut. I had felt many in earlier days there. I entered and saw couples sitting on the seats close to each other, and further from the walk, couples indistinctly in more compromising attitudes. Moving on to the grass nearer so as to see better, looking at couples fucking always delights me there was a man on a seat lending a little forward and a woman standing up in front of him stink fingering of course. A little farther on was a woman sitting, and a man standing up in front of her. Her arm dropped down as I approached. The man turned away from me, turning again the other way as I passed him, tho it was too dark to see faces or even a prick if out. I know well that the girl was frigging him-most likely. I passed on not looking round, for why should I disturb couples in their amorous play, I should not like it myself. But I should have liked to have seen him frigged, and an old desire returned as I saw this fun obscurely in the misty darkness, a desire which I thought satisfied and gone for ever. How soft and smooth, the solid, stiff, yet semi-elastic is the male love truncheon. How smooth and nice to the hand, and I thought I should like to feel one once again. Alas for my virtue.

A square built, shortish female passed me, walking rather quickly. "Are you going, Mary, to piddle?" "No, I'm going home," and she stopped. I laid hold of her arm which was a thick one, and knew from that and her outline that she had a fattish bum. "Come on to the grass, let me feel your cunt and I'll give you a shilling." In half a minute I had my hand between her thighs. "There is spunk in your cunt." "That there's not, I wish there was, no such luck. I've not had it done to night." "What are you going home for?" "I've been crying at not getting a chance, and going home to bed, for I've not had a mouthful to eat or drink since breakfast." "Why?" "I've no money and have pawned everything. I'll get something to eat now with this shilling." "Sit down here and feel my prick." She did, and then my baudy imagination was stirred. "Piss over my fingers and I'll give you another shilling." "I'll try, but I can't do much, come further off, for the police may see us here." She squatted and poured a litile warm stream over my hand. "Do you like the girls to do that to you?" "Sometimes, don't you do it to other men?" "I have only done it once before, London men are so funny." She spoke with a strong provincial accent. There was a frankness in manner, a readiness and ring of truth about her.

We adjourned to a seat near a tree after I had dried my hand on her thigh. It was getting more misty and I felt secure from observation. She told me her history, perhaps a lie, perhaps true. Alice T****h**l of Middleborough ran way with another girl to London to better herself, the other girl was gay and she knew it but Alice then was not. "No I was in service at home, and had put by seven pounds in a saving bank." They slept at a coffee house in a street leading out of the E*g*w**e Road, a servant was wanted there and she took the place, but found the pay bad, the work worse than at Middleborough, and the food muck, so her friend advised her to leave and see gentlemen. She would not at first, but not getting another place went to stay in the lodgings of her friend, and went with her to a music hall. They came home with a gentleman, who fucked her friend before her, they had all been drinking, and her friend then persuaded her to let the gentleman fuck her. "She made me let him. I'd never had a man bejore. No, I'd never even put my finger up it, of course I likes fucking now, what gal doesn't? but I don't get on. I've got my seven pounds away from the bank at Middleborough, she told me how to get it, and we have spent it. I wish I were back at Middleborough. I did get my belly full there, here I often don't get enough to eat. Liz says I haven t got cheek. I've only been in London two months altogether." She had a decent little room but a long way off she said, so gents had her in the park or in houses close by. Would she let me have her for half a crown? I wished to know how cheap it could be had. "Too glad," said she, and she twiddled my prick till I began to feel I wanted to spend badly. "I'd like it done too,"said she. "We can do it here, but I'm rather short and the grass is too damp to lie down to night, I do it standing generally over there, there are fences over there to lean against." We went still further off, and found a vacant seat near an out of the way walk . "Here is your money, half a crown, now don't let me fuck you if you are not well." "Thank you sir, I'm all right as far as I know." I sat down, and turning her back towards me, she pulled up her petticoats and put her buttocks towards my pego, I felt her cunt, but prudence restrained me tho her flesh felt fat, smooth, and clean. But I had scarcely seen her face. 'Let me frig you. I'm frightened to fuck you." I don't like that done to me sir, but you may if you like." I turned her round into a convenient position and frigged her. *Are you coming?" "Yes, do it a little higher up" with a little more frigging she spent. I felt her agitation coming on, felt the quivering and jerking of her kilns and buttocks, round which I kept my left hand. "You haven't spent" "Oh, I have, feel, I am quite wet. I haven't done it for two days." Her tight little cunt was wet I felt. 'That grope made me salacious beyond control almost, yet I lured to fuck in a channel I had not seen. "I'll give you half a crown to suck my prick." "No, I can't." A little persuasion did it. She sat down on the seat, bent forward, I stood up and fucked in her mouth. She was a novice at it. "Don't I do it right?" "No, you hurt," "Oh don't let it go inside." "I must." "It will make me sick." "No it won't, I shan't spend much." "Oh don't squeeze my bonnet" I had put my hands on her head. I then laid my hands on her cheeks, pulling her mouth to me and spent. She retreated it as the life giving fluid spurted, but I pulled her head to me tightly, holding her cheeks till my full pleasure was over.

"I'll have a good blow out before the public's closed, my belly's regular wobbling thro emptiness," said she. I paid her twice as much as I'd promised, feeling pleased with her, and again sat down feeling her backside. "You've a fat solid arse, for a London park woman." "I was fat when I came to London, but have been getting thinner ever since," said she, and walked off quickly, thanking me gratefully for the much larger gratuity than I'd promised. Said I, "You know you've been lying." ' What have I been lying about, come to my lodgings and I'll soon make you believe." "Good night dear." "Good night sir, I hope I'll see you again."

Strange it is how I enjoyed this prank in the open. It made my cock stand several times since when I've thought of it, and even when with a lovely woman. But my mind often wanders away from the woman in whom my prick lies, to the recollection of other cunts and their pleasures. I have questioned gay ladies, and find that when being fucked, they also often think of other men and other baudy deeds. For years my mind when poking women, ran occasionally on fucking two short girls whom I met in Piccadilly a, day break one summer's morning. Two short girls, sisters they said, and I had both of them.

Soon after this in early autumn I was at the baths of ******. At seven o'clock a.m. I was on the promenade near the brunnen, and saw a woman looking about twenty-five years old, with whom in form, height, features and complexion, few could compare. She was one of the most beautiful women I ever saw, and unmistakably a whore, tho she neither looked right or left or at any man. I followed her up and down discreetly til I caught her eye, gave her a significant look, and followed her to her lodgings. At the foot of the staircase told her that after breakfast I would be with her at half past ten that morning.

There at the time was she expecting me, in a loose peignoir which thrown off, left her but a chemise of finest cambric, and that removed left her nude, all but blue silk stockings and kid boots. She was one of the finest, most beautiful perfect creatures, that God ever created, yet she was but a Paphian, facile to a degree, and without any nonsense about showing it. Soon she was on the bed, and between a pair of thighs and buttocks perfect in form, smoothness and color, opened a smallish, delicate aperture, fringed sufficiently with chestnut hair. It was of the most enticing description, was indeed one of the loveliest cunts I ever saw.

Neither clitoris, nymphae, vagina or lips, were too large or too small, ample crisp and fine hair was around it, and shadowed the mons, but not a hair was on her buttocks, nor near a little tight anus looking too small and close to let a straw through it. The oval buttocks with their gradual elongation into the loveliest tapering thighs was exquisite. In fact, buttocks, belly, thighs, fringe, gap, clitoris, nymphm, color, all were perfectly beautiful.

Tearing my clothes off rapidly in lustful impetuosity, throwing myself upon her greedy of her charms, hurrying to pierce her, to fill that divine gap with my spunk, with a plunge up went my prick into her. It was a bottomless cunt, my tip found no obstacle, all was divinely soft, lubricious, elastic, compressive. In a thrust or two it found its place, no thrusts were needed more, it was in a fleshy paradise, needing no exertion to enjoy it, and where it loved for a minute to remain quiet. But the lovely sheath had its own desires, its own way of acting, of evoking pleasure, of getting out from my testicles the emulsion which was to soothe its heat. With the gentlest heaves, with imperceptible compressions, it received my equally gentle movements, constricted, pinched my pego more and more, and yet with exquisite delicacy, till at length from out of my reservoirs, spurted my spermatic mucilage, and I died off In her arms faint with pleasure, sleepy almost with sensuous fatigue, clasping her buttocks, sucking her sweet tongue as I lay quietly up her; whilst her thighs gradually sank lower, her belly ceased its leavings, her runt its grips, and wallowing in my sperm, both prick and runt lay joined in blessed quietude.

How I wish I'd been younger and at liberty, I think I should have had her night and day till exhausted, but that was physically and for other reasons impossible. But I enjoyed looking at her, and as she appeared in handsome clothing at the various places, sat and looked, or followed and looked at her, and in my mind's eve saw those lovely thighs and belly, that exquisite cunt, as well as if she'd been undressed. Then I began to wonder what other man had enjoyed those charms, and longed to see a man as handsome as she was, giving her pleasure, injecting his semen into her.

Of this divine creature I can say no more than that for some weeks I saw her often. I could have loved her, big woman, sausage eating, beer drinking woman, harlot tho she was. I could have loved her, for she was for sexual pleasures absolute perfection. She loved her profession, yet was not greedy of money. "I can have as many men as I want, I expect a friend at half past eleven," said she, on the first day, "and you must go." How many scores of women I have had, whose cunts never seemed to give me such complete physical pleasure as this woman's did. To be happy with any woman the cunt must fit the man's prick. A subtle refinement of sexuality this, but such is my belief, and then in conjugal life all is happiness.

One afternoon on a blazing hot day, I called without notice, and had not been in her room five minutes, was not undressed nor she, and I had placed her on the bed with her clothes negligently thrown up so that her magnificent backside and cunt were visible. I sat in a chair opposite the bed enjoying the luscious spectacle, when a knock came. "Oh" said she, "I'm so sorry, I'd forgotten. I was to see a man at this time, and he's here, go into the other room for a minute, it's Mein Schwester's room, till I've sent him away." Quick as lightning came the letch. "No, I'll wait, let him fuck you, let me see him fuck you, then come into your sister's room, with all his sperm in your cunt and let me see it full of it, make him quite naked, you he so too, and I'll pay you well." In polyglot language, in half whispers, all this was said, but I was understood. "Yah, yah, but you cannot see the sperm yes, schnell, go he is outside." More knocks were heard, and in a few seconds I had passed through the door into the sister's room, locked it, peeped, and Oh joy! found I could see the lower half of the bed, and a tall handsome fair haired young man standing there, talking to my woman.

Until that moment I did not know my charmer had a sister. I had seen her walking about with a shorter and younger woman, and this was Mein Schwester who began her blandishments in a very quiet way and spoke in a quiet voice. Did I mind her dressing? certainly not whereupon she stripped to her waist and began washing a lovely youthful breast. But I wanted to see a fine couple fucking, and could not take my eye from the keyhole. Finding that, "If you get on a chair you'll see better" said the Fraulein pointing to the door; and sure enough thro a natural crack high up in an ill made door, I now saw the whole bed.

He was caressing her, feeling her cunt, sitting on the bedside with her. She had got his prick out which looked like a rolling pin, its tip uncovered, red as crimson, and ready for insertion. They spoke in foreign language of which I understood but little, but from occasional words and from her movements, knew that she was urging him to undress. A blazing hot day it was. All at once he began undressing in haste till in his shirt. "All, all," said she, and off that went whilst she threw off her chemise. There they stood naked, a splendid couple, he nearly six feet high with clean white flesh without hair, with a stalwart prick full seven inches long, and thick as well. On the bed quickly she laid, her exquisite thighs apart. I could see her adorable gap which he licked for a minute as he stood, then laid down beside her for a second only, she handling his splendid organ whilst he felt hers. But all was too quick, his prick must have been standing whilst waiting outside her rooms for me to escape, it was rigid when he undressed, and the next second he was on her fucking. Then I could only see his back and a bit of his balls at times, as he thrust and withdrew, which he did with such energy, that in a minute I saw by the movement of his arse and his pressure on her, that the libation was given. Then they lay languid and quiet.

Wild with lust, not willing to lose any of the spectacle, I beckoned the sister to me, and pulled off coat and waistcoat as I stood and gave them to her whilst looking still thro the aperture. Soon I heard her say something, which I knew was that she'd go into her sister's room and wash. Down I got, pulled off every thing I had on but shirt and socks, and just as I'd finished doing so In she came, holding her finger to her mouth for my silence, holding her cunt to prevent the sperm from dropping, but speaking aloud to her sister. At once she knowing my letch laid at the bed side and opened her thighs, Oh accomplished Paphian and how they like their trade when they succeed.

There was the lovely cunt, its red surface well nigh hidden by white thick sperm. The sperm hung to the fringe, it lay thick low down on the orifice of the avenue into which the libation had been poured. My brain whirled with sensuous excitement. I scarcely knew what I did. Intending only to have seen the copulation and the results, now the desire to have her just as she was, to cover my prick with his sperm, overwhelmed me.

Motioning her on to the bed, I threw off my shirt, mounted her, and plunged my prick into the soft semenalized vagina, revelling in baudy delight as I felt the grateful lubricity on my prick, then felt all round the stem where her cunt lips touched it, and rubbed my balls against her bum furrow, so that all his spendings might be on and about me. Then not so young now, or so full as my predecessor, I lingered quietly up her, thinking with salacious delight of what I'd seen and where I was. "Have you spent with him?" "No he was so quick," was all that was said. Then at the idea of giving her pleasure, of fetching out her juices I began my thrusts, my prick squashing the sperm as I moved it up and down. My beauty's passions were roused, I know that this fucking in another's sperm excites women; murmurs of fuck, prick, cunt, sperm, ejaculated in three languages were given, and with our tongues exchanging and mingling their salivas, we spent together, and the essence of two males and her own spendings mixed together in her cunt.

Before my stiffness had gone she uncunted me, washed, and went back to him. I with prick still moist went again to the chair. There he laid naked on the bed (it was a scorching hot day) feeling his prick. "Have you washed?" said she. "No, I'd fuck you again," and pulling her on to the bed he began feeling her cunt. Tho tired and reeking with perspiration, I wished to see more, but got down and washed. Silently. Mein Schwester held the wash and basin for me. Then I mounted the chair again and watched them at their amourous dalliance. Soon after on looking round, I saw the sister was start naked sponging herself all over. Was it to wash herself, or to show me her charms?

He did only what I have done hundreds of times, and described many times in this narrative of my secret life, but how fresh, ever fresh and voluptuously exciting are such scenes, such amatory amusements. To me this was exquisite. There were these superb creatures in the fullness of youth and beauty, feeling each other's genitals, feeling all over their bodies, and kissing almost in silence, for speech is useless almost in such delights. Then his mouth settled on her cunt and he gamahuched her. How I envied him, for I have already sucked and tongue titillated that lovely gap. Soon her lovely backside writhed, her belly heaved, and as he kneeled I could see sideways his prick, stiff and nodding as his lust got stronger with his delicious amusement. Why did they not consummate? I was impatient to see the termination, to see her thighs around his buttocks oscillating with the thrusts of his prick up her cunt, I longed to be feeling his buttocks whilst at the exercise. But he was now in no hurry, wisely delaying the lust destroying crisis. There I stood peeping, stark naked, sweating now with excitement, every now and then looking down at the sister leisurely washing herself from head to foot Soon she had put on chemise and slippers, and looked up smilingly at me. Another peep, they were talking side by side, his prick lolling on his thigh not now quite stiff. The glorious final; would not be yet, and down I got, for my companion began to rivet my attention.

Questioning her, she declared that she was the sister, was twenty-one, her sister twenty-six. Her eyes and face showed family likeness. "Is your cunt like your sister's?" "I don't know." "Show it to me, take off your chemise." Without reply she took it off, and laid on the bed. I saw that potential almost omnipotent charm of the woman, that red, central, hairy framed furrow, that scented, red lipped, division of her belly, that orifice which subjugates the male whether emperor or beggar. The gamahuche of her sister was in my mind, she was perhaps being gamabuched at that moment. The letch seized me, and applying my tongue to the Fraulein's cunt, I licked it rapidly, thinking of her sister's gamahuching, wishing we were all in the same room, and gamahuching side by side.

When the Fraulein had enjoyed my lingual treat, when the twitching of her thighs and bum gave warning of her coming crisis she pushed me off. "Nein, nein, fuck me," I stood up, prick stiffening, and looked at her rosy flesh. Much younger, neither so tall nor so stout as her sister, but plump and fine in form, with solid bobbies was she. She'd such a pretty mouth, that I cried.

"Suck me." "Wash it then." Rapidly I sluiced my injector, heard speaking in the adjoining room, ceased frigging the Fraulein, mounted the chair again, and saw her sister opening wide her thighs for the entry of that grand love staff, "He's fucking" I cried, and then with rapid multiplication of desires in my brain, wishing for all things voluptuous, to be fucking both the sisters at once, to be frigging him, cried out, "Suck me, suck me, mein lieben." Without a word or any hesitation, she took my penis in her pretty mouth, and so I stood, her tongue and palate ministering to my pleasure, whilst I saw the other two joined into one body, heaving, thrusting, writhing, as he plunged his pego up and down, till one long cry of pleasure, told that his sperm was shooting into her.

Then getting down furious for similar pleasure I mounted Mein Schwestei, fucked hard and quickly, and just as my pleasure was increasing, in came the elder start naked as before. I stopped for a second. "Come to the bed," I cried and moved my beauty and myself close to the wall to make room. The elder laid down, I buried my fingers in her lubricious cunt, put my prick again in the younger, and fucked out my sperm into her in a delirium of baudy desires, and visions of what I had just seen.

The man went away, the two washed their cunts, I spent another hour with them, they and myself naked, for it was a day on which nudity was alone tolerable, and then fucked my favorite after putting my prick first into her sister, then into her. The elder said she didn't know of that natural crack in the door, perhaps not, but perhaps thro that crack some one has seen me, fucking her what matters? I could not for health's sake fuck her as often as I desired, but visited her at times solely to see her naked and to gamahuche her, for now I love gamahuching a pretty cunt whether quite a young one or not, love to give a woman that pleasure which few whether harlot or modest can refuse. She told me she was born at **** and had four sisters. One was kept by an Austrian nobleman. Another was a gay lady at ' *". She and her sister there made the fourth. They were a harlotting family evidently, all beautiful and open to all the male sex. Thank beneficent providence for that.

I had returned to England, at the end of the autumn and was going along *&*&* Street at about half past eight one night in early winter; when I saw two, young, shortish women standing at the corner of a cross street. It was away from any main line of thoroughfare where doxies mostly pick up their friends. I looked hard at the one facing me as I crossed the road. What do you think of me? You'll know me again," said she. Gay from that I knew she was, I had not before been quite able to make up my mind whether they were strumpets, or not.

I felt larkish. "You're pretty, and I should know you again, if I felt you as well as saw you." "You'd better feel me then." I passed up the side street and at a few yards from the street lights stopped. She had followed me, and I offered her a present to feel her cunt. It was refused. I increased my offer, and next minute was groping a youngish quim, as I knew by the feel and the quantity of hair on it. "Come home and see me naked, we are only at number fifteen in next street," and she put her hand down and squeezed my ballocks outside my trowsers, whilst I was busy with her split. I agreed her fee for the amusement at her home. Then, "That's my sister and we live together." "She's not." "She is, look at her, we are like two peas." The other came now quite close. "Let me feel her cunt then and if I like the feel I will." "What are you going to give me," said sister. "Nothing for the feel unless I should go home with you." "Look if any one's coming Annie," said she to her sister, and so saying raised her clothes a bit. I felt her cunt and agreed she should come with us. In three minutes I was in their rooms, which were comfortable enough, in a respectable looking eight roomed house in a quiet street, and with fires both in sitting room and bedroom. There was also a small bed in the corner of the sitting room.

They undressed, and whilst doing so we chatted. I'm so fond of seeing women undress. Both had blue eyes, brown hair, and were exactly the same height, they were not good looking. 'You're not sisters," I said, tho I believed from their look that they were. "We are tho," both cried out in chorus. "She's the eldest" One was nineteen, the other eighteen, they were dressmakers, but couldn't get enough to live by work. So you both turned out together, who was fucked first?" The eldest was, neither had been fucked more than a year. By that time they were naked. The eldest was a little stouter than the other, but both were slim, well made, and in form, colour and feature unmistakably sisters. "Now let me see your cunts." At the bedside, and then with their backsides towards me kneeling on the bed, I inspected the divisional slits of their bellies, and really in hairyness and colour, and generally in look of the locality they were wonderfully alike. I have before noticed in sisters a family likeness in cunts. It's a subject I have been curious about. On the contrary I once had two sisters (so calling themselves) who tho alike in features and form, differed much in colour, and between whose cunts there was no likeness whatever. I wonder whether the pricks of the boys of a family resemble each other, if cunts do, why should not pricks?

The elder had slightly more hair on her gap, and I selected her for my exercise. Undressing myself, I laid beside her and titillated her a good deal. She rubbed my already rigid love staff up and down vigorously and more than I liked, for I was in no hurry. "Leave off, I'm in no hurry." "Don't frig me then so much." "I'll do it till you're ready to spend, and then you will spend with me." "I shall spend with you, I'm nearly spending now, get on me." But I was going to prolong my pleasure, so leaving off frigging her, whilst she relinquished my tool, I cuddled her close to me, and put my prick up against her belly and squeezed it there with mine, and so we held ourselves close, clasping each other's naked arses.

The younger one all this time was standing naked with her rump to the fire looking at us and suddenly let a short, sharp, ringing fart. "Maria you beast," said her sister relinquishing me, and turning round (for her rump as she lay was towards her sister and my face was towards her). As she spoke, out from her sisters bottom came another short, sharp, cracking fart. "You dirty beast, what are you doing?" It's better out than in, we all do it sometimes," said the girl laughing. "Go into the sitting room" she went. I was disgusted, for I hate to hear a woman or man fart, but turned to my companion, mounted her, my prick began its work, and very soon we both spent with much enjoyment of each other, saucy whore tho she was. Then I dressed and gave the elder more money than the other. "Oh, give me the same as my sister." "I've not fucked you, and it's all I promised you." "You may fuck me tho if you like, do" and she threw herself on the bed, widening out her thighs and exposing her little crack invitingly. "You're a dirty little devil to stand there farting." "So she is," said the elder.

The idea of leaving a runt untasted which was at hand, and a nice, tight, youthful looking one, upset me. I didn't want another spend, yet longed to put into the cunt. It began to make me waver. "I can't, my prick won't stand." "I'll make it." "You must gamahuche it then." "I won't gamahuche," said she. But finding I was going she agreed to do it. I undressed again, laid naked with her on the bed, groped the little tight cunt, then had my shrunken pego brought to the stand in Maria's mouth, and fucked her cunt whilst the elder played with my balls, and incited by me. For the idea suddenly came to me as I fucked her sister, pressed my bumhole with her thumb. But it being so soon after my first emission, I took a long time in getting the second, and fucked away in her tight cunt long and heartily. "Oh I'm coming." said Maria, and I felt from her movements that she was. Then sensual excitement came at once to fever heat in me as I heard her words and sighs, and brought me to a crisis, and we mingled our juices in her runt at the same instant. "You're a dirty little devil," said I, laughing afterwards. "I never knew her do such a thing before," said the elder quite seriously. "Will you come and see us again, there are no other lodgers, we are believed to be dressmakers, and never go out or bring gentlemen home till it's quite dark, ask for Miss "*" if you call." I never did call.

I've seen a thousand and more females piddle and wash their notches, but don't think I've heard an accidental windy exhalation from half a dozen of them when at those operations. Of one or two of those I'm sure I have told in this history. I have however some dim recollection of a female intentionally farting, and of my disgust, and perhaps it is told of here. But am not at all sure even of the occurrence, and thinking back now more than thirty-five years, don't at this moment recollect the event or the woman.

[But I've heard a woman's cunt fart more than once, a windy exhalation which astonished me at first. I've heard women deny that a cunt could fart, but the woman from whom it escaped whilst I was gamahuching her (one of the sweetest, cleanest and loveliest) asserted it, and the abbess who was present at the interesting controversy, said that such eventuosities were not uncommon.]

One night soon after this, I met at the A*g**e rooms H*l*n M' * "w' * d and was struck with her instantly. My experienced eye and well trained judgment in women, as well as my instincts, told me what was beneath her petticoats and I was not deceived. I have had many splendid women in my time, but never a more splendid perfect beauty, in all respects.

Of full but not great height, with the loveliest shade of chestnut hair of great growth, she had eyes in which grey, green and hazel were indescribably blended with an expression of supreme voluptuousness in them, yet without baudiness or salacity, and capable of any play of expression. A delicate, slightly retrousse nose, the face a pure oval, a skin and complexion of a most perfect tint and transparency, such was H*l*n M. Nothing was more exquisite than her whole head, tho her teeth were wanting in brilliancy,-but they were fairly good and not discoloured.

She had lovely cambered feet, perfect to their toes; thighs meeting from her cunt to knees and exquisite in their columnar beauty; big, dimpled haunches, a small waist, full firm breasts, small hands, arms of perfect shape in their full roundness. Everywhere her flesh was of a very delicate creamy tint, and was smooth to perfection. Alabaster or ivory, were not more delicious to the touch, than her flesh was everywhere from her cheeks to her toes.

Short, thick, crisp yet silky brown hair covered the lower part of her moue, at that time only creeping down by the side of the cunt lips, but leaving the lips free, near to at her bumhole, a lovely little clitoris, a mere button, topped her belly rift, the nymphae were small, and delicate. The mouth of the vulva was small, the avenue tight yet exquisitely elastic, and as she laid on her back and opened her thighs, it was an exquisite, youthful, pink cunt, a voluptuous sight which would have stiffened the prick of a dying man.

Her deportment was good, her carriage upright but easy, the undulations of her body in movement voluptuous and fascinating; everything, every movement was delicate, even when she sat dawn to piss it was so and taking her altogether, she was one of the most exquisite creatures God ever created to give enjoyment to man. With all this grace, and rich, full, yet delicate of frame, she was a strong, powerful woman, and had the sweetest voice, it was music.

I saw much of this in her at a glance, and more completely as she undressed. Then the sweetest smell as if of new milk, or of almonds escaped from her, and the instant she laid down I rushed lasciviously on her cunt, licked and sucked it with a delight that was maddening. I could have eaten it. Never had I experienced such exquisite delight in gamahucbing a woman. Scarcely ever have I gamahuched a gay woman on first acquaintance, and generally never gamahuched them at all.

As I went home with her in a cab I had attempted a few liberties, but she repulsed them. "Wait till we get home, I won't have them in a cab." Directly we arrived I asked what her compliment was to be. No she had never less than a fiver. "Why did you not tell me so, and I would not have brought you away. What I give is two sovereigns, here is the money, I am sorry I have wasted your time" and was going. "Stop," said she 'don't go yet." I looked in my purse and gave her what I could it was a little more than the sum I'd named and promised to bring her the remainder of a fiver another day. Then I fucked her. "Don't be in such a hurry," I said, for she moved her cunt as women either do when very randy, or wishing to get rid of a man. That annoyed me, but ob my God my delight as I shed my sperm into that beautiful cunt, and kissed and smelt that divine body, and looked into those voluptuous eyes. I had at once a love as well as lust for her, as my prick throbbed out its essence against her womb. But she had no pleasure with me. She was annoyed and in a hurry, she had another man waiting in another room in the house to have her as she has told me since.

What was in this woman, what the specific attraction, I cannot say, but she made me desire to open my heart to her, and I told rapidly of my amatory tricks, my most erotic letches, my most blamable (if any be so) lusts; things I had kept to myself, things never yet disclosed to other women, I told her rapidly. I felt as if I must, as if it were my destiny to tell her all, all I had done with women and anon. all I wished to do with her, it was a vomit of lascivious disclosures. I emptied myself body and soul into her. She listened and seemed annoyed. She did not like me.

Nor did she believe me. Two days afterwards, I took her the promised money, she had not expected it, and then deigned to ask if she should see me again. No. She was far too expensive for me not that she was not worth it all. Yea more, but blood could not be got out of a stone. I had not the money and could see her no more. "All right," she replied very composedly and we parted. As I tore myself away, my heart ached for that beautiful form, again to see, smell, to kiss, and suck, and fuck that delicious cunt, to give her pleasure if I could. Tho I saw her afterwards at the A*g**e rooms, even went to look at her there, I resisted. What helped me was the belief that I was distasteful to her, why I could not tell, and a year elapsed before I clasped her charms again.

On leaving her that day, I could think of nothing but her, went to a woman I knew, and shut my eyes whilst I fucked her, fancying she was H*l*n M. "You call me H*l*n," said she. "You know a woman of that name I suppose," I told her it was the name of my sister. Not the only time the same thing has happened to me, and in exactly the same manner with other ladies when fucking them, but thinking of another.

When I had her again she was in even more complete beauty, had more hair on her motte, and a thick tuft just above the opening of the notch. Her limbs were larger and finer. I was frank, told her what money I could afford, that I never lied nor broke my word to women. She I think began to believe me, but it's difficult to gauge the depths of a gay woman, and difficult for any woman who has been gay long, to believe any man. But things were changing, I began to see her for my pleasures, and her only if I had an occasional letch, a chance fuck with another, I nearly always told her, but that was after I had known her a year or so. If she then asked what I did not wish to tell, I said I should tell a lie or be silent. So our meetings were pleasant, and I revelled in her beauty, and tho no longer young, have many a time fucked her thrice within an hour. Then she began to spend with and enjoy me, which added to my delight; for in later years, giving pleasure to the woman is almost as great a pleasure to me, as my physical delight in her. But she would not for long afterwards lend herself to my erotic fancies. She had them in her head, in her mind, in her imagination, and wished for many. I believe most. She was lewd and voluptuous from her earliest childhood, but hid her desires from me, only granting a few of my wishes from time to time as the greatest favour. Yet she longed for them at the very time she refused, and in the night and morning by herself in bed, practised them all mentally, her imagination filled with baudy images, whilst with her pretty fingers she frigged her delicate clitoris, for she was sensuousness itself, and a masturbatrix from her childhood. It was only after I had known her three or four years, and she'd disclosed involuntarily almost in our voluptuous conversations the secret desires of her nature, that she practised with me the frolics she never had done with any other man. Then we studied lasciviousness in all its varieties, for I had conquered alt ridiculous ideas she had had as to the sinful usage of her body of the wrongfulness, of the shame in certain sexual acts.

She agreed with me that cunt, prick, and arsehole, mouth, armpits, feet and fingers, and all parts of the body, men and women rnigbt use to give themselves sexual pleasure, and endear themselves to each other that nothing they did to each other was wrong, that their doings concerned themselves alone, that all sexual instincts were both proper and natural to gratify.

[This will be seen and the lustful amusements we both enjoyed described, nothing I have done with any other woman which I did not do with her. One fancy begot another, and erotic conceptions crept on us gradually.]

She said that she'd never done such things with another man, not even with the man she'd once loved, who had kept her, nor with those she'd lusted for, for she had strong likings, that men had never suggested strange letches to her. I expect she alone indulged with me in them, because sensuously our temperaments were the same. She matched me in lasciviousness, and moreover knew there was not the slightest chance of my divulging our erotic tricks, to either man or woman. Many who have not tasted our sexual pleasures will call them beastly. They are not. But what if they are? What are all the physical functions of man and woman, what are chewing, drinking, spitting, snotting, urinating, farting? What is copulation? is that beastly? Certainly it is what beasts do. They will call that natural perhaps, but it's a purely animal act, tho not specially beastly to me. What is a woman s cunt? feel it when not recently washed, or when the prick has just left it and the semen is lying thick inside and out. Is that beastly or not? What is the joining of two tongues, the mixing of salivas, the gluing of two mouths together when fucking? beastly? But there is no harm in these it will be said, it's natural. Be it so. So are other erotic amusements equally natural and not more beastly. What more harm in a man's licking a woman's clitoris to give her pleasure, or of she sucking his cock for the same purpose, both taking pleasure in giving each other pleasure. So if a man plugs a woman's bumhole with his finger when they are copulating or gamahuching, and so with other sensual devices and fancies, they are all equally natural tho many may not enjoy them. All are permissible if a couple do them for mutual delight, and are no more beastly than simple human copulation, which is the charm of life, the whole object of life,-and indulged in by all as much as their physical powers permit-yet it's not thought beastly.

Imagination plays a most important part in all acts of love and lust, which are nearly if not quite synonymous terms. All human affections are generated by the act of copulation and its prelimi naries. It is the dull boor, to whom a woman is warm flesh with a hole for fucking and no more, the man who has no imagination, who is incapable of highly wrought sensual delights and fucks when his seed makes his cock restive, only thinking of his woman then, and rumps her directly he has done with her, who is the beast, for he only does exactly what the beast, the animal does, and no more.

The couples blest with imagination, they who by various excitements of which a mere animal is not capable, bring fucking to intellectual height, make it a dream of the senses, make lust and love in its sensuous elevation ethereal, a poetic delirium, they are not the beasts. But reduce coition to the mere act, and the inevitable sequel of the seed laying in the cunt, and the prick dwindling out wet and flaccid, at once that couple are brought to the level of beasts, and of those stupid asses who in their incapability of doing more than the horse, the hog and the dog, those who rut and ruddle like every other animal from a louse to an elephant, such are the beasts, and not those who worshipping Eros, raise fucking by their imagination and sensuous preliminaries almost to a divine level.

H*l*n and I after a time laughed to scorn the crude notions of those animal idiots, who think that all is beastly excepting simply putting a cock into a cunt, which is what beasts usually alone do, and amused ourselves erotically as we liked. I wholly for love and lust, she for the same and perhaps also a little for money, all women are alike in that, but at length she indulged with me in paphian pleasures for love alone, for our mutual satisfaction.

[Now I follow the course of the events, and have done with sexual essays and opinions as to what is beastly or natural, or what man and woman may do with their genitals.]