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elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"aafcf21\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-9f7f7a4\" data-id=\"9f7f7a4\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-c96853a elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"c96853a\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 827\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 1<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Camille. \u2022 Gabrielle and a female. \u2022 Temporary impotence. \u2022 After supper. \u2022 Minetting. \u2022 Gamahuching. \u2022 Flat-fucking. \u2022 Screwed and lewed. \u2022 <i>Libidinous posing. \u2022 A triad of debauchees. \u2022 Next day recollections. \u2022 At Naples. \u2022 An agent for pederasts. \u2022 Reflexions about sodomy. \u2022 At Milan. \u2022 At a bagnio. \u2022 Cheap women. \u2022 In a diligence. \u2022 Mother and child. \u2022 At G**n*b*e. \u2022 The chambermaid\u2019s mistake. \u2022 Noisy incitements. \u2022 Through a door. \u2022 Invitation and surprize. \u2022 A warm room. \u2022 Warm suggestions. \u2022 Warm actions. \u2022 A hot pudendum. \u2022 A scorching hot penis. \u2022 A burning conjunction. \u2022 A moist conclusion. \u2022 A good night\u2019s work. \u2022 A hairy bum furrow.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>When I came to London, Camille received my attentions but I was not constant to her, for a change of women was necessary to me. Gabrielle I had lost sight of, for she had changed her lodgings, till one afternoon going up an obscure street near Regent Street, I heard called out, \u201cMonsieur, Gabrielle.\u201d Looking up I saw it was she. Upstairs I went, and very soon was up her. I saw her several times afterwards, and one evening had a desire to see two women naked together, \u2014 it was years since I had done so. Gabrielle got me another woman as tall as herself, and with a cunt of similar hairiness and look. I sent for champagne, we all stripped naked, the two women sat on my knees, then laid on the bed side by side, and then knelt on it with rumps outwards, whilst I investigated their genitals; but my prick would not stand, and though I tried to fuck the stranger who used every blandishment, I could not do it.<\/p>\n<p>I have before, and since, at times been unable to poke one woman when another was present, \u2014 why I cannot understand. Neither can I account for passing by dozens of nice women without putting my tongue to their cunts, and then frantically gamahuching one, without perhaps any greater charms, although for the moment she may have appeared to me&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">to have possessed them. I have as already said, poked women in the presence of others, though but rarely.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 828\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Gabrielle found out my weakness, went out of the room, and soon after I was in coition with the other French lady. We went on champagning when Gabrielle returned. Having put chemise and shirt on, and made up the fire (for it was cold), in an hour or so Gabrielle said it was her turn to be fucked, and began, unasked, her favourite move of stiffening me by a delicate application of her tongue to the naked tip of my penis, and very shortly my lust was rampant again. Then began one of my unpremeditated orgies.<\/p>\n<p>Our talk had been of the loosest; all three had been smoking, sitting round the fire, the women with chemises above their knees, letting the warmth of the fire reach their cunts. At times I looked up between their thighs and amused myself libidinously with them. Time went on and I did not fuck. Gabrielle asked me to give them supper, and consenting, they sent out for ham and French sausages, which they devoured, \u2014 I made them sit quite naked to do so. Again we smoked, had more champagne, and our talk was of the lewedest. I felt Gabrielle\u2019s cunt. \u201cLet me feel it too,\u201d said the other woman suiting the action to the word, and feeling Gabrielle. Then both women kneeling down, one licked my prick- stem, one my balls, till I nearly spent, but re-strained myself.<\/p>\n<p>Voluptuous excitement then filled my mind with libidinous fancies. \u201cGamahuche, Gabrielle,\u201d I said. She scarcely needed a second request; both women laughed, moved on to the bed, and the stranger, kneeling between Gabrielle\u2019s legs, gamahuched her, whilst I looked at her fully- developed, thickly-haired cunt from behind, as her big rump was raised up by her kneeling with her head low. Gabrielle had two pleasures, or else shammed them, but I think not, for I can now pretty well tell between the real and the sham in baudy exercises. After that, again we all smoked, and drank champagne sitting round the fire, and then Gabrielle gamahuched the other woman.<\/p>\n<p>My lewed imagination worked still, and made other suggestions. I said, \u201cFlat-fuck her, faites la tribade.\u201d The two were now pretty screwed, and up to anything, and I now believe amused each other this way when by themselves, though I did not then even fully realise that tribadism was more than a sham.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 829\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>On the bed got the two tall French women, naked, boots and stockings excepted. Gabrielle mounted the other, who passed her thighs high up over Gabrielle\u2019s haunches, and they joined their cunts. I felt the mass of hair made by the two cunts close together. They kissed each other, then they rubbed cunts together, till they moaned with pleasure; and then laid silent. Then as they laid flat and tranquil in each other\u2019s arms, I got between Gabrielle\u2019s thighs, put a hand round between the two bellies, and it lay embedded in the hair of their cunts. I somehow inserted my prick in her cunt, whether much or little up it I can\u2019t say, \u2014 and spent my seed up her in a shove or two. Then as my prick came out, Gabrielle, with a cry of pleasure, rub-bed her cunt lubricated with my sperm against the cunt of her friend, and they rubbed, and wriggled, and screeched, and spent in voluptuous frenzy.<\/p>\n<p>I was going away after that, but looking out found it still pouring with rain, as it had been all the evening; so I stopped, \u2014 it was passed midnight. We had more wine, and my brain was whirling with lust. I made Gabrielle and her friend piss over my hand, I held their cunts<br>open, and the pot under each whilst the other held the candle, whenever either of them wanted to empty her bladder (and the champagne ran through them freely), so that I could see the function performed. Then Gabrielle laid down again, I knelt over her and she sucked my prick, whilst her friend again gamahuched her. My antipathy to minette was overcome, a desire to finish my prickwork in its lodging came over me. \u201cI shall spend, \u2014 I\u2019m coming,\u201d I cried. Gabrielle sucked my prick harder and I spent in her mouth, and bent over her, until her own pleasure came on as her friend rapidly licked her cunt. She spent almost simultaneously with me. Then we got up, rested, and recommenced. At last having fucked both women again, all on the bed now together. At four o\u2019clock in the morning I found my way home exhausted, and two-thirds drunk.<\/p>\n<p>It was a long time since I had had any debauch. Women, and lots of them, were my delight, but I took them one at a time. With a strong constitution, I could copulate without fatigue once or twice daily, could do so without excitements, without stimulants of any sort, excepting the glorious contemplation and amusements that the beautiful woman for the time could give me. I disliked the idea of minette, yet now I had consummated in the lady\u2019s mouth, and actually enjoyed it; had set women flat-fucking, and enjoyed seeing that. Did they do it properly? \u2014&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">did they enjoy each other? \u2014 were they only shamming? I sat reflecting on all this with an aching head the next morning, and wondering how many times I had spent. I certainly fucked each woman twice or more, and spent in Gabrielle\u2019s mouth \u2014 and that was all I knew.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 830\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Next evening I went to Gabrielle\u2019s. Both women had got drunk she said, and slept together. \u201cDid they flat-fuck afterwards, \u2014 did they really enjoy that\u201d \u201cMais certainement oui,\u201d it was \u201cune fantaisie,\u201d and they did it till they could do it no longer \u2014 \u201cMon Dieu,\u201d till her friend fell asleep on the top of her. She was \u201cune femme charmante, et cochonne.\u201d They both had head-aches, had enjoyed themselves \u2014 look at the bottles. The bed was unmade, the room still in disorder. Should she fetch her friend again? \u2014 she had only just left her. \u201cMon Dieu\u201d she did not recollect how often I had spent \u2014 seven times she thought. I fucked her, left, and did not see her again for months, but frequented Camille, who with her soft, almost feline ways and delicious manner in copulation, charmed me much.<\/p>\n<p>To get away from home, I went abroad again early in December to Naples with a friend, and had women there of course. One evening coming out of my hotel, an elderly man exceedingly well dressed, accosted me in Italian. He was so gentlemanly in appearance and manners, that I stood and listened to him, at first not being able to make out what he said. It was that he had some charming ladies he could introduce me to \u2014 not common women, not whores. I listened, for it was the first time I had been solicited by a man on such matters, though I had made many a valet-de-place pimp, and go to brothels with me. They were charming he said in a quiet voice, and one a delicious young lady only fifteen years old. I told him no.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAh! the Signor would perhaps like a fine young man.\u201d I did not quite understand him at first, not understanding Italian well, and repeated after him interrogatively the word \u201cyoung.\u201d He misunderstood me. Ah! yes, if I preferred young, he had two lovely boys, quite young, one thirteen, one fourteen years old, without any hair on them \u2014 they were most delicate. Finding I had to make him repeat, because I did not understand him and that I answered in French, he addressed me quite fluently in that language, and told it all over again. Yes, only thirteen and fourteen years, \u2014 no hair on them, but though so young they both could spend. I declined, he took off his hat with a gloved hand, \u201cBuona sera,&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">Signor,\u201d \u2014 he was often on the Chaia, if I changed my mind, and I several times saw him there accosting men just at dusk.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 831\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>This set me thinking very much, and on reflection, though amusing one\u2019s self that way seemed to me most objectionable, yet if men liked it, it was their affair alone. A man had as much right to use his anus as he liked, as a man has to use his penis \u2014 that was the conclusion I came to. But it set me wondering if many men took their pleasure up other\u2019s backsides. Was it more pleasure than fucking women? \u2014 did the buggeree have pleasure like the buggerer? \u2014 and so on, till I thought over all I had seen, heard, and done with my own sex from boyhood to the present time. My curiosity on the matter was aroused, and the curiosity has become stronger since.<\/p>\n<p>I was extremely unhappy whilst away from England, felt as if banished, yet hated to go back, and was so depressed that I never had fewer women. I seemed to care nothing about them or indeed anything else, till parting with my friend, I went to Milan. There I found that at the very best house where they kept women, the price was only something less than four shillings for a woman, and fresh handsome women they were. A sexual rousing took place in me, but it was not the result of the cheapness of cunt, it was the niceness of the women, and out of eight women in the house I fucked seven. Then to Turin I went, and sledged over Mount Cenis, and afterwards by diligence much of the way, and the rest by rail, reached Paris with a few adventures, and the first, strange to say, again with (I believe) a married woman.<\/p>\n<p>I travelled in the coup\u00e9 of a diligence with a tall, dark-eyed, handsome lady, looking thirty, and a boy about five years old, her child. She was well, even ex-pensively dressed, but most quietly (quite the style then when ladies dressed for travel, with its roughness, and not as tho for show). Eight hours were we together. It was very cold, and I longed to get near her for the warmth which a nice woman gives a man; but the child sat in the middle. Of course we talked during the whole journey. She was going to the same town as I was, but I found not to the same hotel. She had been there before, and pronounced the F**c*n Hotel excellent, so I altered my mind, and went to it at the town of G**n*b*e.<\/p>\n<p>It was a big old-fashioned hotel (the railway had then not quite reached the town, and none of the hotel-servants could speak anything but&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">French and Italian (commonly the case in those days). We went up speedily with others to get bed-rooms (no telegraph then), a chambermaid showed them to us together, evidently thinking us married. I selected one. The lady looked at the one next. \u201cThe little boy will sleep with me,\u201d said she, \u201cI must have a large bed, \u2014 this bed won\u2019t do.\u201d \u201cLucky boy,\u201d said I. She fixed her eyes on me, and coloured. \u201cBoys recollect what they see when very young, I know that, I do,\u201d I went on to say, and laughed. \u201cDo they?\u201d \u2014 and she laughed too. \u201cThis room then?\u201d said the maid. It had a large bed, but I had selected that. \u201cThere is a little room leading out of this (the smaller room) which will do for the little boy,\u201d said the maid, showing it. The lady took the two rooms, the chambermaid then unlocked the door between my room and the lady\u2019s. \u201cShall I bring your supper here, or will you go downstairs?\u201d said she to us. The lady laughed, and (in French of course), \u201cNo, no, \u2014 the gentleman is not with me.\u201d \u201cMais pardon, Ma-dame,\u201d said the chambermaid much confused, and shooting a bolt on Madame\u2019s side of the door, she went into my room and locked the door on my side, leaving there the key. I was standing in the corridor. Then my prick began suddenly to swell with a voluptuous sensation, the idea of being alone in the bed-room with the lady caused it.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 832\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>The lady was a well-informed woman, and spoke French and Italian well. We had crossed the frontier in the diligence, and I heard her speak both languages; but though with her for hours, not a word, not a sign of voluptuousness had passed between us, and I had never thought of love till that moment.<\/p>\n<p>Now lust seized me. \u201cShe means us to visit each other presently,\u201d said I. The lady laughed. \u201cA pretty visit for me, that would be.\u201d \u201cA bachelor on the visit to a widow.\u201d \u201cBut I\u2019m not a widow.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019ve been a long time without a husband you told me.\u201d \u201cAnd truly enough,\u201d said she with a sigh.<\/p>\n<p>We went into our rooms, washed, and soon after she went downstairs. Seeing no one, I went into her room, unbolted the door, and went then downstairs. The table d\u2019hote was over, we each ordered dinner, and at the waiter\u2019s suggestion agreed to dine together, she paying her share. \u201cDo you like champagne?\u201d I asked. \u201cYes, but I can\u2019t afford it, so don\u2019t order any for me,\u201d said she quite anxiously. \u201cWe are in old France again,&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and champagne I must have,\u201d and I ordered some, begged she would favour me by taking a glass, and we soon got through one bottle, and began another. The little boy who had a small quantity, fell asleep, the mother said she must put him to bed. \u201cGood night, sir,\u201d said she. \u201cI\u2019ll say good night to you upstairs, for I shall go to bed too.\u201d She looked hard at me.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 833\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>It was a very cold night, the corridors of the hotel were silent. Almost directly after she left I went up to my room. We could hear every movement in each other\u2019s room; it was always so in old-fashioned hotels in those days. I listened, \u2014 a door closed. \u201cYou\u2019re nice and warm, \u2014 good night dear, \u2014 go to sleep, \u2014 I\u2019m close to you.\u201d The next instant the rattle of a long strong piddle reached my ear. I laughed loudly and intentionally, and said through the door, \u201cGood night.\u201d \u201cGood night,\u201d she replied in such a tone, that I felt sure she was trying to stifle her laughter.<\/p>\n<p>In conversation, I had discovered that she had travelled much in Europe, and tried to draw her out about herself, but found it useless, \u2014 she was close as an oyster. She tried the same with me I noticed, with what success I cannot say. Who is she? \u2014 what is she? \u2014 her husband has been long away she says, \u2014 she looks quiet but invitingly, \u2014 she advised this hotel, \u2014 she laughed in a lady-like manner at little boys recollecting things, \u2014 does she want poking? \u2014 shall I try it on? \u2014 so ran my thoughts rapidly.<\/p>\n<p>With lewed intent, but nervous about my intentions, I still listened and heard movements as of a woman undressing. Then I half-undressed myself, brought the pot nearest to the door, and pissed, making it rattle as much as I could to excite her. Anything which brings man and woman to think of the genitals of the opposite sex has a stirring lewed effect! Then I knocked gently, and called, using the name (Mrs. M***l**d) she had entered in the hotel-book. \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d said she coming to the door. \u201cTo talk to you, \u2014 I feel so dull.\u201d \u201cAnd I\u2019m so cold, \u2014 good night.\u201d \u201cHaven\u2019t you a fire?\u201d \u201cThere is no stove.\u201d \u201cThere is one in my room, \u2014 and it\u2019s quite warm, \u2014 come in and chat, \u2014 you are not going away tomorrow?\u201d A long pause. \u201cNo thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Rustling movements again, and a cough. I hesitated, for she had given me no encouragement. My prick got voluptuous, it had not entered a woman for a week or more. I put wood on the fire, summoned courage,&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and knocked again. \u201cCome and have a chat.\u201d \u201cNo thank you, I\u2019ve my gown off.\u201d How rapid is human thought. I saw in my mind\u2019s eye her half- naked breasts and arms, and my prick rose stiff. Has she bolted the door, or found out that it is unbolted? I turned the key, then the handle, and the door opened! \u201cOh! who\u2019s that?\u201d said she running to the door. \u201cOh! you really must not \u2014 the maid ought to have locked it.\u201d Her voice had dropped, and we stood looking at each other, when she found it was I who had entered.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 834\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t be frightened, \u2014 it\u2019s too early to go to bed, \u2014 come and chat, \u2014 your room is like an ice-well, mine like an oven. Leave the door open, it will warm your room.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t mind the cold.\u201d You complained of it.\u201d \u201cI shall be warm in bed.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019ll be warmer in mine, there is room for two.\u201d \u201cOh! don\u2019t talk such nonsense.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s not nonsense, \u2014 we are alone, \u2014 come.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cCome and have a glass of champagne (the bottle scarcely commenced was in my room), \u2014 you\u2019ll sleep better.\u201d No she\u2019d had more than enough; but she hesitated, and stood still looking at me. \u201cFetch me a glass\u201d \u201cCome in, \u2014 it\u2019s warm, and your boy won\u2019t hear us talk.\u201d \u201cPoor little fellow, he is so tired,\u201d said she standing still, \u201cand it\u2019s really freezing here,\u201d (throwing a shawl over her shoulders). \u201cCome, it\u2019s warm in my room.\u201d A little more persuasion and she came, sat with me before the fire, and had champagne. The door was left open, so that the heat might penetrate her chamber. No one was in the bed-room next to mine, \u2014 I had ascertained that.<\/p>\n<p>We talked cosily, then warmly. Gradually I felt her arms. How plump she was, \u2014 she did not look so plump in her gown. Really, \u2014 didn\u2019t she? Then with coquetry and pleased vanity, she showed her arm nearly to her shoulder. I kissed it. \u201cWhat sweet, smooth flesh you have.\u201d \u201cNow don\u2019t,<\/p>\n<p>\u2014 you must not.\u201d I had lifted the shawl, and she tightened it. \u201cOh! do let me see your bust again, \u2014 it\u2019s beautiful, \u2014 I saw it when I opened the door.\u201d With a twitch I pulled off the shawl, clutched her, and kissed her shoulder, but little of her breasts were visible. She would go if I went on so, and put the shawl back. I made her pull off her stockings, \u2014 her feet would get so warm. She turned her back to me, and did, \u2014 and nice white little feet she showed.<\/p>\n<p>But one of my nervous timid fits was on me, and I could not make the attack boldly that I wanted to make. She was a lady, evidently married,&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and I didn\u2019t then see that whether conscious of it or not, or whether she intended it or not, that she really was ready for fucking, \u2014 she really was ready for fucking, \u2014 she could not help being so. I hesitated, and went on talking quietly and respectfully. When did she see her husband last? \u201cOh! some time ago.\u201d When expect to see him? She didn\u2019t know, \u2014 she expected a letter there from him. I had all this in the diligence; and got bolder. \u201cYou\u2019re longing for him to be in bed with you, aren\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cNo,<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 835\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u2014 but it\u2019s quite natural if I did,\u201d \u2014 and she laughed, and looked at me. In half fear I kissed her. \u201cYou mustn\u2019t really,\u201d but now I had struck the lewed gamut, and ran rapidly up it after my usual fashion. \u201cLet us sleep together.\u201d \u201cOh! no, \u2014 I ought not to have come in here.\u201d \u201cDo.\u201d \u201cI dare not.\u201d She half rose to go, but I kept her down on the chair. \u201cDon\u2019t go, \u2014 it\u2019s quite early, \u2014 your room will get warm soon,\u201d and I threw more logs on the fire.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat pretty white feet \u2014 you\u2019ve a lovely leg I am sure. \u2014 Do let me.\u201d And gently I put my hand high up on her calf, I did it so respectfully, but she stopped me. \u201cOh, let us sleep together,\u201d I burst out. \u201cIt\u2019s impossible.\u201d I coaxed and carried: \u201cDo, look what a state you\u2019ve put me in,\u201d and in rutting excitement, out I pulled my prick in its randy rigidity. She looked. \u201cDon\u2019t do that now or I\u2019ll go, you don\u2019t know what risk I should run.\u201d Again I prevented her rising. Our seats were close together. \u201cWell let me feel your leg. Let me feel your flesh \u2013 only to your thigh there, just there.\u201d Her resistance was that of an infant, and my fingers reached her cunt. \u201cFeel me love, feel my prick, let us, kiss me.\u201d I could not place her hand on my prick, for with one of mine I was holding her waist, the other was on her cunt. \u201cFeel me do, let us. Let us fuck. Kiss me.\u201d \u201cOh \u2013 aba \u2013 I dare not.\u201d We ceased talking, but our lips kept on kissing. She laid hold of my prick. I alternately groped up her cunt, or frigged the clitoris; and so in silence for a minute or so I suppose. But how count time in such delicious enjoyment tho certainly she had been in my room an hour and a half before we reached this stage.<\/p>\n<p>She got restless under my fingering. \u2013 \u201cLet us,\u201d \u201cOho \u2013 no \u2013 oh \u2013 I daren\u2019t,\u201d but she kept on kissing. Her fatigue, the companionship in the strange hotel, the warmth of the fire, the champagne, our kisses, my lowed talk, and the feeling of her cunt had stirred her lust and subdued her. She grasped my prick quite hard and sighed, \u201cAha.\u201d Then as if conquering herself relinquished it. \u201cI must go,\u201d said she, rising. But I rose, the bed&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">was at the back of us, and holding her to me I pulled her against it. Then desire conquered her. Without a word, without resistance, she laid on the bed, I mounted her, saw for an instant dark hair between her thighs, and we were one; cock and cunt in conjunction, cock ejaculating its sperm, cunt distilling its moisture, sighs and gasps of pleasure, soft kisses, and no other sound but the bursting and quiet cracking and hissing of the logs on the red hot embers.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 836\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>What a delicious treat after a weeks abstinence. It was Paradise Elysium to us both, certainly to her, as much as to me. We lay copulated, kissing and tonguing long after the ecstatic pleasures were over, but at last disjoined. \u201cLet us sleep together.\u201d She stood quite still for a minute, and then, \u201cI\u2019ll take off my things in my own room,\u201d was her only reply. She locked her boy\u2019s door, and got into the bed with me. She had risked it and was ready for further risk My sperm had only made her more voluptuous. She knew too well the soft pleasure of a second fuck in the lubricated cunt to diminish it by washing, and as I had left it five minutes before, so I found it. No sooner had my fingers touched the lips, and felt the smooth sperm covered Surface, than my prick rose, and the next minute was engulfed and drowned in the bath of our joint making. How exquisite is the smoothness that a mans sperm gives to the vulva. I tried to prolong our pleasure, but our reservoirs were too full. Again we spent, and then overcome with pleasure and fatigue, fell asleep in each other\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n<p>She awakened me in two or three hours. The fire was out. She was next the wall, and was getting over me. \u201cI want to pee,\u201d said she. So did I. We both pissed in the dark, got into bed again and cuddled. Her modesty was gone, she handled my prick, I felt her cunt, and we kissed and kissed, feeling and handling. \u201cLet me see your charms, I\u2019ll strike a light\u201d \u2018No, don\u2019t\u201d but I did, and throwing up her chemise, saw a dark-brown motte, and handsome haunches, and belly. My prick stood again, I knelt for an instant between her thighs, shaking my stiff machine at her in baudy waggery. Then putting out the light we covered up, and talked lust, lewedness, and love, till again we consummated, and went to sleep, her bum against my ballocks, her back against my belly, my hand over her haunches touching her motte. The loveliest of all ways of sleeping with a woman in cold weather. We slept for hours. When I awakened it was six o\u2019clock, and quite dark. Her rump was towards me and she was&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">fast asleep. I was lying on my back, with as grand a prick as ever opened cunt lips. I never could have too much of a woman. Even when fucked out I still like to see, feel, and kiss her. I soon turned round, and felt my lady pretty freely over her body, but without awaking her. Then I slid my fingers between her buttocks and thighs, in what seemed much crisp hair, till the soft elastic covers of her quim met them. I wriggled quite slowly my middle finger up it, how warm, soft, and smooth, it felt, and I revelled in it for a minute. I believe it to be impossible to keep a finger up a woman\u2019s cunt long without awaking her. Mrs. M***l**d\u2019s bum began to move quite gently, and her cunt to clip when my finger had been in her a little time, then she half turned round, and my finger came out. \u201cWhat is it, what are you doing, what is it? Oh, it\u2019s you,\u201d she said, suddenly becoming conscious that she she was in bed with me. Lust was raised in her. I pulled our night clothes well up, and belly to belly, with hands on each other\u2019s arses we kissed. \u201cLet\u2019s do it again.\u201d \u2014 She turned on to her back, I on to her belly, and we had that fuck with pleasure peculiar to the morning, and fell asleep again.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 837\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>But she awakened me soon. \u2014 \u201cI must get out.\u201d \u201cTo piddle?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d I groped for the pot and handed it to her, she pissed, and went to the boy\u2019s door. \u201cArthur,\u201d she called. \u201cHe\u2019s fast asleep,\u201d said she, and came to bed again. \u2014 We cuddled, but fucking was over. At the first glimpse of daylight, \u201cI must get into my bed before my boy comes in,\u201d said she. She bolted the door between our rooms, I went to bed, and it was late when I went to breakfast. 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