I went the western circuit for odd assizes, and then abandoned the bar
as a profession.
Harry Dale, with more perseverance, as well as greater necessity for
exertion, continued in the profession, was duly called to the bar, and
eventually became a rising and successful barrister, and at this period
of our old age is now a distinguished judge.
But to return to our earlier days.
Harry and I carried on our intrigue with the Nichols and Ann, aided by
our dear friend MacCallum. Also from time to time with the Benson,
Egerton, and Count, to which generally the darling Frankland brought her
exquisite charms to intoxicate us with pleasure.
This delightful reunion was sadly affected by the loss of the Count, who
received an amnesty—I think I before have said he was a political
exile—returned to his own country, and we never again had his delightful
aid in our sadly shortened orgies.
The Count and I met in a future year at his old castle on the hills of
Pied, of which I shall have much more to say on a later occasion.
It was a sad loss, especially for the Egerton, who dearly loved the
Count. He had been her first lover, indeed, her initiator in the real
mysteries of Venus. It will be remembered that her husband was one of
those old insensible natures that think it is only necessary to hastily
“piss their tallow,” as Falstaff says, as quickly as they can, and leave
a poor woman just sufficiently excited to be madly anxious for a
thorough good fucking. It is these insensate cold-blooded husbands who
raise, without satisfying, their wife’s erotic passions, and drive them
perforce to seek salacious comfort in other arms.
Oh! how many women if only fucked with some regard to their own
naturally lewd feeling, would have never committed adultery or made a
scandal. Many are the women who have told me, with tears in their eyes,
of the cold insensible conduct of their husbands, who, never fucking
them but when their sluggish natures felt the want, then turning upon
them without the slightest preparatory handling or embracing, mount,
shove it in, give a few in-and-out movements, spend, and then withdraw,
just as they have done enough to excite their poor wives’ passions
without satisfying them, and thus leaving them a prey to inordinate
longing that forces them to seek the relief to their passions the
selfish brutes of husbands had only raised without allaying.
I remember an intrigue I had with an Italian Countess. Her husband, a
tall and very capable man, was an extreme bigot, who thought it deadly
sin to indulge in any caresses or carnal excitement, or even for his
wife to expose any naked flesh to raise concupiscent ideas, so she had
to have her nightgown closed up to her throat, with long sleeves and
skirts, in the centre a slit through which he performed his duty when in
want of relief to himself. He never kissed or embraced her body at any
time, but lay like a log by her side, with his back turned to her. When
his own passions prompted him to fuck, which was very seldom, he was
naturally quite ready and rapidly finished his coup. He used to turn to
her, waken her up with a shake, cry out, _“Marietta, porgemi il vaso
generative”_ (Marietta, reach me the generative vase), upon which she
stretched herself on her back, he got on her without lifting her
petticoats or feeling her cunt, but opening the slit, pointed his prick
to her cunt, thrust it up to the hilt, and being himself in want of
spermatic relief, in a very few strokes spent, just staying in long
enough to “piss all his tallow,” and then withdraw, turning his back
again to sleep, leaving his wife just sufficiently excited to have
enjoyed it, and thus left her madly longing for the satisfaction he did
not afford. She said he was quite capable, too, of giving satisfaction
if his bigotry had allowed him. We used to fuck at a tremendous rate,
and I always commenced with a _“Marietta, Marietta, porgemi il vaso
generative,”_ and then proceeded to fuck and laugh like mad.
Of course, irritated as her hot passions were by her booby of a husband,
she resorted, not only to me, but to whomsoever she could get to satisfy
the cravings of her irritated cunt.
The Bensons and Egertons again left in the autumn for Rome.
The Frankland, not yet out of her year’s widowhood, did not go much into
society, and we saw much more of her than before. She came at least
three times a week to my chambers, when Harry and I gave her the comfort
she so much required; first each fucking her singly twice over, and then
three double-pleasure fucks, with change about in the apertures:
finishing off with a mouth fuck from one or the other, and a double
gamahuche.
About once a week the amorous and delicious-fucking Nichols with Ann
would come of a morning, when we managed to send both away satisfied for
the day.
When winter drove our friend MacCallum home from his fishing, we renewed
some excellent orgies at his chambers, where Ann, and afterwards Jane,
occasionally came. By the way, Jane’s arse had developed in an
extraordinary manner, and became one of the most exciting delights of
our orgies at MacCallum’s. He also now joined in our morning encounters
with the Nichols and her niece.
At Christmas time the Frankland, Harry, and I all went down by
invitation to the Rectory, where uncle welcomed with great delight the
glorious and exciting Frankland. Mrs. Dale and Ellen joined our party.
Dear aunt positively devoured me with her caresses, and before I was
shown up to my room, had drawn me into her little room downstairs, had a
suck at my prick, leant her body on the table, stuck out her immense
arse, and had me into her cunt for a rapid rack-off; but this only
excited me to an immediate renewal, for the touch and sight of her
splendid buttocks instantly produced a stiffness, she herself in the
middle of my movements in front, drawing my prick out of her cunt and
guiding it into the inviting entrance to the secret altar of Juno and of
Venus Callipyge. Both courses were run off at a gallop, and were a
momentary allaying of the insatiable salacity of my most lewd and
lascivious aunt. She then next conducted the Frankland, I can never call
her Nixon, into her bedroom, under pretence of showing her to it. She no
sooner had her there than up went her petticoats, and aunt glued her
lips to the wonderful clitoris of the divine Frankland, and using
fingers up both apertures, made the Frankland quickly give down her
first offering to the obscene god.
As soon as aunt’s tribadic rage to possess the Frankland was thus abated
for the moment, she allowed Mrs. Nixon to remove bonnet and shawl, but
then as quickly demanded and obtained a double gamahuche. The Frankland
the more readily consenting as she knew aunt had taken the keen edge off
my lecherous appetite, and she would revel in the thick raging sperm I
had shot into both orifices. These preliminaries settled, we were able
to be much more tranquil all the afternoon.
The Dale and Ellen came to dinner; I slipt into their room when all were
dressing for dinner, and had a delicious rack-off in both their
lecherous and longing cunts. Uncle had equally enjoyed the tight
favourite arsehole of Harry Dale, he having conducted him to the
well-known summer house for that purpose as soon as we arrived.
We could all thus peaceably enjoy the good things set before us, and
during our wine after dinner exchange accounts of all events that had
passed since last we met, and they were varied, for Mr. Nixon’s death
and legacies to my sisters and myself were subjects of congratulation,
while the death of my mother was, on the contrary, one of condolence and
sympathy.
By ten o’clock we all broke up, but with the whispered request to all to
repair to aunt’s bedroom half an hour after the household had retired.
We were all too interested in the delicious orgy there to take place to
fail. Blazing fires in both that and the adjoining room had been kept up
all the afternoon; plenty of lights were burning so as to illuminate all
sides at once. We all met in mere night wrappers, and as soon as we were
assembled and the word given “off,” they were thrown aside, and we all
stood in nature’s lovely nakedness. Aunt, in her eager and lascivious
inspirations, flung herself on my naked body, drew me to the bed, and
had me into her longing and delicious cunt at once, and with legs and
arms thrown round me, was instantly pressing furiously forward,
notwithstanding the remonstrance of my uncle, who wished to arrange a
general plan of operations so as to include all at once. Aunt’s
voluptuous eagerness produced a rapid discharge on her part. Seeing
this, while she was in the momentary ecstasy of spending, he was enabled
to drag me from her arms, fortunately before I had weakened my powers by
spending for a fourth time that day. Aunt, too, was now in a condition
to listen to reason, and bring her ideas of our after-combinations into
play.
As we had brought the Count with us for a week’s stay, we were just four
cocks to four hens; so we could couple in the first instance on an exact
equality, it being necessary by previous good fucking to bring the
women’s passions up to a boiling heat of lust to make them enter into
our greater excesses with all the wild energy of the most salacious
lubricity. Aunt had taken a great fancy to the Count when up at
midsummer.
Uncle was most lecherous on the glorious Frankland. I took most readily
to the luscious and lascivious Dale, who was equally eager to repossess
the prick which she firmly believed she had initiated into all the joys
of cunt, and a most delicious fuck we had, she spending furiously and
frequently to my once.
Harry was equally pleased to pair off with his loved cousin, whose
maidenhead he had undoubtedly taken.
The women would gladly have had each fucker run a second course without
drawing. But both aunt and uncle opposed this, as both more exhausting
and less variety. So aunt chose me, uncle took the exciting young cunt
of Ellen, Harry turned on to his mother’s cunt, from whence he had
originally come into the world, and the Count got the glorious
Frankland, of whom he was never tired. This course was more prolonged by
the men than the first, with the object of somewhat allaying the
insatiable lust of the women by making them spend infinitely oftener
than their fuckers.
We so managed matters that we all came together or nearly so, and the
women followed suit at the last final crisis, which was ushered in with
wild cries of lust, and then a sudden overpowering silence fell on all
as they lay panting in all the after-joys that follow the ecstatic
discharge of life’s essence.
We rose for a general embrace of our naked bodies, then a romp, and a
mutual slapping of arses and seizing of pricks and cunts, a very
exciting game, which soon brought evidences of renewed vigour in all
except poor uncle, who required a longer pause and an extra excitement
before he could indulge in a third encounter.
The Count took the delicious arsehole of the Frankland, who begged for
me as her fucker. Aunt got Mrs. Dale under for a double gamahuche, while
Harry crammed his prick up aunt’s arse. Uncle enjoyed a delicious
gamahuche with Ellen, who sucked his limp prick all the time without any
success.
This was a delicious bout for us all, and ended in heavenly raptures.
Our second double couplings were: myself in my aunt’s cunt, which incest
stimulated uncle to a stand, and he took to his wife’s arse while her
nephew incestuously fucked her cunt. The Count took to the delicious and
most exciting tight cunt of the Dale, while her son shoved his prick
into his mother’s arse, to her unspeakable satisfaction. Ellen and the
Frankland amused themselves with tribadic extravagances.
This bout was long drawn out, and afforded inexpressible ecstasies to
all concerned. And after the wild cries and most bawdy oaths that
instantly preceded the final ecstasy, the dead silence and long
after-enjoyments were drawn out to a greater length than before. After
which we all rose and purified, and then took refreshment of wine and
cake, while discussing our next arrangement of couples.
Uncle had, fortunately for him, managed not to spend in the last bout;
he, therefore, was still capable of entering an arsehole, and he chose
the delicious arse of the Frankland to receive this final offering, for
after that he was done for that night. I was below engulphed in the
exquisite cunt of the Frankland. The Count fucked Ellen while Harry was
into her behind. Aunt and Mrs. Dale mutually gamahuched and dildoed each
other. This, too, was a long-drawn-out affair and ended in perfectly
convulsive ecstasies and cries of the wildest sensuality that our most
salacious passions could prompt.
I then took my aunt’s arse while the lecherous Dale was underneath
gamahuching and dildoing her, and by putting the Dale close to the edge
of the bed, the Count stood between her legs, which were thrown over his
shoulders, and thus he fucked her, having taken a letch to fuck her
cunt, which was an exquisite one for fucking: her power of nip being
nearly equal to the Frankland, and only beaten by aunt’s extraordinary
power in that way. We thus formed a group of four enchained in love’s
wildest sports together.
The Frankland was gamahuched by uncle while having Harry’s prick in her
arse, Ellen acting postillion to Harry’s arse while frigging herself
with a dildo.
The closing bout of the night was the Count into aunt’s arse, my prick
into the Frankland’s arse, Harry enjoying an old-fashioned fuck with his
mother, and Ellen under aunt to dildo and be gamahuched and dildoed by
aunt. We drew this bout out to an interminable length, and lay for
nearly half an hour in the annihilation of the delicious after-joys. At
last we rose, purified, and then restoring our exhausted frames with
Champagne, embraced and sought well-earned sleep in our separate
chambers.
I slept the sleep of the just, and awoke late to find aunt sucking my
stiff-standing prick at the very instant it was filling her mouth with a
deluge of creamy spunk. She sucked up to the get all out, and in doing
so brought him up to the scratch again, so jumping out of my low bed I
made her kneel on it, stick out her enormous arse, and licked her
reeking cunt until I could stand it no longer. Then bringing my huge
prick I plunged in a single vigorous thrust up to the very top of her
cunt, and made her squeal and spend with that alone. Pausing to let her
enjoy it, I recommenced and ran a delicious course in that most
exquisite cunt, and would have done so a second time, after a pause of
ecstasy, if Harry Dale had not rushed into the room to say that all were
impatiently awaiting me to sit down to breakfast. Aunt just stayed to
give a final suck to my prick, and then vanished.
I hastened to wash and dress, having sent Harry off to beg they would
not wait for me.
On joining them the sly jokes they cut at my apparent laziness proved
that they knew of the cause of detention. I looked at dear aunt, and at
once saw by the air of gratification on her dear plump face, that she
herself had been boasting of her exploit, for it was all her own doing.
Being Sunday, we all went decorously to church. The doctor gave us a
very unctuous sermon on the goodness of virtue and chastity. It was a
really fine sermon, and delivered with an unction that forbade the
possibility of supposing that the preacher could be in reality the very
reverse of his doctrine. It much pleased some of the country families,
and one or two with their wives waited for the doctor leaving the
church, to compliment him on his eloquence and admirable teaching. The
flattered doctor ended by inviting two rather distant residents to
luncheon at the Rectory, so that we formed a numerous party, all on our
best behaviour. It was quite edifying to hear the pious and virtuous
remarks of the admirable Frankland, and the no less virtuous and correct
Dale. It gained them the entree into the exclusive set of both these
high country families, and eventually led to an excellent marriage for
the dear little Ellen. So much for the success of dissimulation. Vice
playing the part of virtue, and succeeding to perfection. So goes the
world. One thing is certain, that on this occasion it enforced chastity,
in one sense at least, that we had no opportunity of practising vice
that afternoon. The charming Frankland-Nixon made a great impression on
the wives as well as husbands, to be sure it was well known that she was
a very wealthy widow, and they may have had some design of securing her
for a son, nephew, or at least having the chance at it. She thanked them
with that grace and charming ease of manner which so distinguished her
and made her so captivating, excusing herself from visiting, during the
first year of her widowhood, anywhere but among family friends, and as
her late husband was Charles Roberts’s and his sisters’ guardian, she
considered his family as almost her own. They hoped to have the pleasure
of seeing her some future day.
The whole visit passed off very pleasantly, and left us only an hour for
a stroll in the garden and time to dress for dinner. It will be
recollected that the doctor was a great exacter of full evening dress at
dinner, as tending to keep up proper appearances.
We met at the accustomed hour at night in aunt’s room, in the full dress
of Adam and Eve before they munched the apple.
This night was dedicated chiefly to sacrifices to Venus Apostrophia, for
the doctor commenced by having the Count while he was fucking his wife,
and when able to get his fine old cock in for another go, would only
again have it in my arse, while I was doing the same to aunt’s glorious
immensity with the Count below fucking her.
That was the end of poor uncle’s powers for that night, but he
gamahuched all the women at the finish of their encounters with us three
men. We gave them all the _double jouissance_, while those unoccupied
carried on their own little game with tongue or dildo.
It was again a night of most exquisite enjoyment.
The following and remaining nights of our visit brought into requisition
the rod before uncle could get his dear old prick to stand, and myself
tailed off on the next Sunday night, the last of our visit, so that
uncle seeing what he called the laziness of my prick, seized the rod,
and gave me as sound a flogging as ever he had done in my schoolboy
days. The fact was that he had been longing to renew on my arse his
letch for giving a really severe whipping. He had already by dint of the
same punishment fucked the arses of the Count and the divine Frankland,
and was now so excited anew that his prick stood as stiff as ever it
did; and my red excoriated arse excited and renewed his very fine prick;
but first I insisted upon moving to aunt’s arse, who at the moment was
having a last fuck from the Count, and this incestuous group closed our
orgies on this occasion, for we left for town the next day.
After breakfast in the morning I slipt into the Dale’s room, and had a
parting fuck both with her and Ellen. Harry came in while we were at
work, Ellen under the Dale gamahuching her, and I above administering a
rear adieu. Harry stopped us for a moment until he could withdraw Ellen
and take her place, that he might have a parting fuck with his loved
mother, who thus had the two pricks she most loved in the world into her
together. We drew our pleasure out to the utmost length our lust would
allow of and spent in the most ecstatic joy that poor human nature could
support.
Aunt had gone to the Count’s bedroom at the very time we were meeting in
Mrs. Dale’s. Notwithstanding which, her insatiable cunt made her draw me
into her sanctum downstairs for a final fuck at the last moment of our
parting.
Harry Dale staying behind to pass a week at home with his mother, the
adorable Frankland, the Count and I returned to town together. On the
journey up we agreed to dine at Very’s in Regent Street, and have a
comparatively quiet night all together at my chambers, which we did,
luxuriating in having the glorious naked body of the delicious Frankland
between us. After we had each bedewed both her front and rear orifices
with our life’s balmy essence, we slept soundly till morning, when we
renewed our double offerings on those glorious and delicious altars,
then breakfasted.
This was the last occasion but one of our having the Count, whose time
for departure to his own country was drawing near.
He left that day on a visit to a family in Scotland, whose son and heir
was really the fruit of his loins.
On his return some fortnight later we again passed a night with our
exquisite friend the Frankland, and being both fresh from the country,
we administered so many delicious coups to both apertures as quite
contented her salacious love of prick. We parted next day with our loved
friend the Count, but not for the last time, as I shall relate in its
proper place—a delightful visit we paid to him in his old ancestral
castle, and an after-rencontre with him and his sister in Turin.
I saw my loved Frankland to her home and left town myself the same
afternoon for my home in the country, to arrange for various repairs and
alterations required on the property.
I took my dear friend MacCallum with me. We spent a pleasant ten days,
varied with a visit first from one of my sisters and then from the
other, for two nights each, and jolly nights we spent fucking in every
way.
Mary’s belly was up, but she declared it only made fucking more
delicious than ever to her, still more with the _double jouissance_, in
which she preferred the smaller prick of MacCallum to mine in her arse.
When Eliza came she stayed a third night, and taxed our powers to the
utmost; she was such a glutton for fuck on this occasion, declaring that
her husband’s want of power, as well as tact, left her more lewd after
his fucking her than she was before, so that she had been forced by the
excess of her unsatisfied lust produced by her husband to have recourse
to the fine prick of her footman, a powerful young fellow, otherwise
very plain, and not likely to inspire jealousy to any husband, but with
whom she rarely could do more than get a rack-off in a hurry, which was
far from satisfaction sufficient for her hot passions. It was this that
made her revel with such insatiable desires in the possession of our
almost untiring pricks. Differing from Mary in her love of rear-fucking,
it was my big prick she loved best to have in her arse, while
MacCallum’s lesser shaft satisfied her less exacting cunt. She was
certainly one of the lewdest creatures ever made, wildly lascivious and
full of variety. She had the most engaging ways with her, and could
raise a prick from the dead. She was a worthy pupil of the Frankland,
and had all the love and longing for prick, and cunt too, that our
deliciously insatiable aunt was so famous for. She grew older, and
becoming one of the most desirable women, I never tired of fucking her
in both orifices whenever the opportunity presented itself.
I returned to town just in time to have a parting orgy with the Count
and the Frankland in my chambers, which I before said was a night of the
wildest orgies.
MacCallum was called to the country by the illness of some of his
family, and was absent for six months, so I was left with Harry to have
occasional orgies together with the Frankland three times a week, and
with the Nichols and Ann or Jane once a week by way of variety, but as
they only came for a morning visit, these were not exhausting
encounters, so that we lay comparatively in fallow, till the return of
the Benson and Egerton, when they and the lovely Frankland taxed us to
the utmost twice or thrice a week.
Thus time progressed. The Frankland had been a widow for nearly two
years when she proposed to travel for two or three years without
returning in the interval to England. She wished me to accompany her,
and made a most surprising and unexpected proposition to me.
She said, “Charlie, my own darling, I love you more dearly than ever. It
is true I am considerably older than you, but you are now twenty-five
years of age, and, therefore, a full grown man. I wish to endow you with
all my great wealth, and I offer you my hand in marriage. Do not suppose
I want to monopolize this dear prick.” (We were in bed naked, and had
just concluded a most exquisite fuck.) “No, with our love of variety we
will still seek it out, but as husband and wife we can do so with
perfect ease and safety; whereas if not married and travelling together
we should be compromised at every city we stop at. What say you, my
darling Charlie?” Here she threw herself on my bosom with loving eyes
upraised to mine.
“Say, beloved of my soul! Why, look how the very idea has raised my
prick to instant life. If anything in the world could delight me more
than another it is your generous noble offer. To dedicate my life to the
woman I love more than any other is a joy greater than I can express. I
thank you from my soul, adorable creature as you are. Oh! come to my
arms as my future wife and let us revel in the glorious idea.”
Such was the way in which this happiness was conferred on me, which
endured for long years, although, alas, my widowed heart now all
hopelessly ever regrets that most lovable of women and best of wives.
Oh, what happiness it was as long as I possessed her.
We were married in a few days after this by special license.
The Benson and the Egerton were present and Harry Dale was my best man.
We adjourned to her house, now ours, to breakfast. They also stayed to
dinner and slept at our house, that we might celebrate our marriage with
a parting orgy, for we announced to our friends that in marrying, so far
from renouncing our orgies, we meant our union to promote ever varying
ones, and that on our return we would renew the exquisite ones we had so
often enjoyed with them.
Harry and I did all we could on that happy occasion to satisfy three of
the finest women in the world, whose delicious power of fucking was
never surpassed and rarely equalled.
Oh! we had such a delicious night. As to the women, their amorous
gamahuching of each other was ever renewed, and was most exciting to
see.
After breakfast that morning they stopped to see us off, and threw old
slippers after us for luck.
We posted down to aunt’s for a day and a night on our way to the
continent.
They were, of course, delighted with my marriage as bringing great
wealth into the family, indeed, my darling presented aunt with a cheque
for £1000.
Mrs. Dale and Ellen came over, and we had another delicious night’s
orgy, in which all exerted themselves to the utmost.
We parted from dear aunt and uncle, Mrs. Dale and Ellen, after luncheon,
and posted down to Dover; slept at Birmingham’s Hotel, where we had our
real first night’s fucking all to ourselves, enjoyed it in moderation
but in every endearment that two lovers could devise.
We crossed to Calais next day.
The sea was smooth at first, but we found it after passing the Foreland
very rough. My dear wife suffered severely; fortunately I myself never
felt better, and was thus able to devote every attention to the dear
sufferer. It left her even after we landed with nausea and a severe
headache, so that night at Devaux’s Hotel we slept each in one of the
separate beds in the same room, as is usual in French hotels, and indeed
in continental hotels in general.
My darling wife was far from feeling well next morning, but fancied that
posting on to Abbeville would rather tend to recovery than otherwise. We
accomplished this easily between breakfast and dinner, found a very
comfortable hotel with very fair cooking and excellent wines. My wife
enjoyed her dinner, and felt something like herself after it. We slept
together by bringing the two beds side by side, but only took a single
fuck before sleeping, and next morning a double one.
We spent the day at Abbeville, wandering through its quaint streets and
seeing its fine unfinished cathedral. The following day we posted to
Amiens, visiting its very beautiful cathedral, posted the following day
to Beauvais, again slept, passed next day there, and on the following
day posted up to Paris, and drove to Meurice’s Hotel in the rue de
Rivoli.
We had previously written for a set of rooms _au premier_, overlooking
the Tuileries Gardens, with orders to have dinner ready at a given hour.
We arrived just in time to change our travelling costume and to sit down
to a luxurious dinner. Here, as we had ordered, our bedroom contained a
proper large bed for both to sleep in. This hotel being much used by the
English was furnished with French taste but English comfort.
The dilatory manner of our journey, the agreeable breaks we had made at
different interesting towns had quite restored my beloved wife to all
her accustomed health, energy, and lubricity. The comfort of the bed,
the stimulating cheer, and the excellent wine also nerved me to meet her
utmost lasciviousness, and we had a night such as we used to have when I
first had her in my mother’s spare bedroom.
We recalled those happy days, and revelled in every lascivious act of
the hottest lust. My adored wife excelled herself, and I myself was
fully up to the mark; we fucked ourselves to sleep, with prick left
soaking in her deliciously tightest of cunts, so that on awaking in full
daylight I found my cock stiff standing in her cunt, which was giving it
most delicious pressures, quite involuntarily, for the darling was not
yet awake. I roused her by gentle movements, and the frigging of her
long delicious clitoris, so that she awoke to joys of which we never
tired. On this occasion natural wants compelled a temporary withdrawal
to relieve our distended bladders. We found that it was already past ten
o’clock, so she smacked my bare bottom and sent me off to my dressing
room, that both might get ready for breakfast, for which our appetites
were already craving. I slipt on a dressing-gown, went into our sitting
room, rang for a waiter, and ordered breakfast to be got ready
immediately, so that by the time we were dressed it was on the table all
smoking hot, and we sat down and did full justice to it.
We spent several days in visiting the wonders of Paris.
I had heard of a famous bawd residing at No. 60, rue Richelieu, and
another, Madame Leriche, in the rue de Marc, where they had rooms, from
which, through cleverly arranged peepholes, any operation in the next
room could be distinctly seen.
Madame Leriche’s girls were instructed to get the finest men they could
see in the street, to bring them in, and there to pretend to be so
struck with their beauty that they would not be content without having
them quite naked, stripping themselves also. When quite naked they
caressed their pricks, waltzed round the room, taking care to stop
exactly opposite each hidden opening, and there caress, handle, and show
the standing prick to any looker-on, eventually fucking in such a
position as all peepers could fully see and enjoy.
The fun of the thing was the perfect unconsciousness of the men as to
the purpose of all these gyrations. They took it proudly as a homage to
their virility, and the power of their charms over their new conquest,
and were doubly lustful in consequence, little imagining it was all a
well-acted scene, got up for an exhibition to please others, and show
all their virile gifts. Sometimes both man and girl were very
attractive, and I used to fuck my loved Florence while in the act of
peeping.
The place where we sat to see was a small narrow room, with just space
for a couch on one side and two chairs at the end, next to each
peephole. Three other similar narrow rooms looked into the same
operating room.
One day we had an exciting fuck from the exhibition of a very fine man
fucking his girl with a splendid prick. We were kneeling on the couch
with my prick soaking in the quietude of the after-joy. We heard a
scuffling with suppressed bawdy exclamations on the other side of the
thin partition next to us. We, too, had made use of bawdiness. I had
whispered to Florence how deliciously tight her hairy cunt was, and how
splendidly her enormous arse moved below my eyes as I fucked her.
We now discovered that the couple next to us had overheard us, for we
could just hear her ask if her arse’s movement and size pleased him as
much as their neighbour’s seemed to have done.
“Oh, yes, my angel, you wriggle your immense arse to perfection, and
your cunt is almost too tight.”
“Then fuck on with your splendid prick as hard as our neighbours were at
it.” A happy thought seized me. I put my finger to my lip to give the
hint to Florence, slipped out into the passage and peeped through the
keyhole, which commanded the whole of the narrow room. I beheld a
handsome man fucking a superbly stout woman, kneeling with her head down
low, but towards the door. Her arse uncovered and held aloft was a
remarkably fine one, wriggling indeed to perfection.
I slipped back, described it to my dear wife, and suggested our speaking
to them through the partition as soon as they were done, to avow that we
had heard all their goings-on, as they had ours, and to propose that we
should form a _partie carrée_.
Florence jumped at the idea, just as their sighs and shaking of their
couch against the partition announced the grand final crisis.
We allowed them some minutes for the after-satisfaction; we then heard
the lady beg him to do it again as she felt his cock was stiffening
within her cunt.
“No wonder,” said he, “when your delicious tight cunt is giving me such
exquisite pressures.”
We thought this a happy moment, as they were both in a state of
lasciviousness; so tapping at the partition, and raising my voice just
sufficient to be clearly heard, I said—
“You have been following our example, and seem as lustful as we are,
suppose we join parties and exchange partners. I am sure you must be two
desirable persons, and you will find us worth knowing. It will be a
novelty exciting to all, and will lead or not, as it may be, to a
further acquaintance or just a momentary caprice. What say you?”