Sometimes now she was left alone for a week or two or longer by her friend, tho he idolized her - but he couldn't help his absence. Then the strong promptings of her carnality placed her in great temptation. Frigging did not satisfy her, her cunt yearned irresistibly for the male. My talk, she averred, so excited her, that when she thought of that alone it led to her giving way to her passions. That I don't believe, tho it might have added fuel to the flames. She took a fancy after a time to another man. This came about through going to see a dashing gay woman whom she'd not seen since she'd been in keeping. The man therefore was a mere chance acquaintance. He was known in Paphian circles for his physical perfections, and the desire for his very big prick really was the reason for her wishing once to see him, and then for a time her taking to him. But more of this hereafter.
I afterwards witnessed him using his tool. It added greatly to her pleasure to know that I was a spectator. The deed done, he gone away, she came to me, her eyes humid with recent pleasure - still lustful. We fucked, and talked. The idea of my prick being in the avenue his had quitted increased the pleasures of us both when fucking - hers I think more even than mine. Soon after our eroticism entered on even a higher phase of luxuriousness.
When she had thoroughly made the acquaintance of the man with a bigger prick than that of her lover - the biggest she had ever known, she said - she described it rapturously and the delight she felt when it was up her. The gentleman with whom she lived as already said poked her twice daily when there, her poor lover fucked her frequently, I gave her my doodle then once a week, besides gamahuching her which I never failed to do, and in addition to all this she frigged herself nearly every day. Yet all this did not give her an excess of sexual pleasure, with all her fucking, frigging, and gamahuching, she looked the very picture of health and strength, and had both.
She had met as said this man by chance, was told about him, and it was the idea of his size which affected her sensuous imagination. He was, she found in the long run, a mean hound, who enjoyed her lovely body yet was often half fucked out before he had her, and scarcely made her the most trifling presents. The size of his prick had made him notorious among gay women, she discovered at last, and he got more cunt than he wanted for nothing. I often advised her to cut him, for she told me all about her affairs with him; not that I preached morality but saw that it was a pity to risk an evidently good chance of being settled comfortably for life. Yet if she wanted another man - if variety was essential, 'Have him but beware.' I used to say.
I expressed one day a wish to see his pego of which she was always talking. She was proud at that, her eyes glistened voluptuously as she told me of the arrangements for my view. She had long liked telling her letches to me - a willing listener who had no canting objections. Tho I cautioned her to take care not to be caught by her protector. She used to reply—'What have I to live for except it. Philip and I have no society, we can't afford it now - it's a year since I've been to the theatre, there is nothing but my house, and playing at cards and fucking, to amuse me.'—'My darling, fucking is all in life worth living for, but be prudent.'
The plan of her house then, owing to the way she and her protector occupied the back bedroom, did not favour a secret peep at her with the man, who had become knowing and wary in such matters, by passing most of his time with harlots, and she had a difficult task in humbugging him. It was to come off in the parlour. I at a signal was to go downstairs from her bedroom barefooted, peep thro the parlour door left ajar, was not to make the slightest noise, and retire directly the consummation was effected.
On the day, I was waiting expectantly in her bedroom, heard footsteps enter the parlour, went down cautiously to the half landing - heard: 'Ahem' - went lower - heard bawdy conversation and then, 'It's right up my cunt.' Knowing from that that my opportunity had arrived, I pushed the door slightly more open. She was on the top of him on a sofa, her face hid his from seeing me. She was kissing him, her chemise was up to her armpits, her bum moved slowly up and down showing a thick prick up her. 'It's not stiff,' said she angrily. 'You've fucked before today.'—'I've not fucked since yesterday.' She'd uncounted him as she spoke, and out flopped a huge prick not stiff. There she lay over him thighs wide apart - cunt gaping wide - his prick underneath it. It was a dodge of hers to gratify my sight, to show me the procreator she was proud of enjoying.
Then she got off, and stood by the side of him, leaning over and kissing him, to hide his eyes whilst she frigged him. His prick soon stood and a giant it was. She got on to him again, impaled herself, and soon by the short twitching shoves of her buttocks, and the movement of his legs (in trousers) I saw they were spending. In a minute his moist tool flopped out of her cunt, and I crept upstairs leaving them still belly to belly on the sofa. She had told him that her sister was in the bedroom, to which I soon after heard her coming up, and then going down to the kitchen. Oh the voluptuous delight in her lovely face as she laid on the bedside to let me see her cunt, and the delight she had as my prick glided up it softened by his sperm, her lewd ecstasy as my sperm mixed with his and hers in spasms of maddening pleasure - for now she delighted in this sort of copulation, said it made her feel as if she was being fucked by both of us at once.
This spectacle was repeated afterwards on a bed in the garret - but after a time she sickened of him and saw him no more. She however still had her large-pricked lover. She had at various times with string measured the length and circumferences of both of these pricks. The way to get proper measurements was carefully discussed by us. I have the lengths and circumferences of the two pricks, and of Phil's all measured when stiff, round the stem half way down - and from the centre of the tip to where the prick joins the belly.
This big-pricked man was a coarse looking fellow tho stalwart and handsome. He would stop at the house and feed at her expense, and scarcely give her a present, yet he was not a poor man, but a man of business as she knew, and as I took the trouble to ascertain. H told me soon all about him. I was certainly the only confidante she could have in this letch. He was reckless enough to let a youth from his place of business bring him letters whilst at H's and she got acquainted with the lad.
H told me one day that she was in bed with big-tool, when the youth brought him a letter. They both lewd, began chaffing the boy, asked if he'd ever seen a woman naked, and pulled the bed clothes down so as to show her naked to her waist. She permitted, nay liked the lark, and admitted to me she hadn't then seen the prick of a lad of that age, stiff or limp. 'Show her your cock and she'll show you her cunt,' said big-tool. The boy, glowing with lust approached the bed. H opened her thighs invitingly, his master got up and pulled the lad's cock out of his trousers as stiff as a horn, she opened her thighs wider, the man gave the lad's prick one or two frigs, and the sperm squirted over H's thighs. This, as I happened not to be there, was told me the day after it had occurred.
The next time I saw H we talked over this masturbating frolic with the lad. She had been fucked by him twice, and the letch gratified, desired no more of him. But his youth and inexperience started in me a wish to see him fucking, to be in the room and then for us all together to do what we liked erotically. Before I left it had all been planned.
On the evening about a fortnight after, H looked lovely in laced chemise, crimson silk stockings, and pretty slipper's. As she threw up her legs showing her beautifully formed thighs and buttocks, the chestnut curls filling the space between them, relieved by a slight red stripe in the centre, never had I seen a more bewitchingly voluptuous sight. Rapidly my cock stood stiff and nodding, tho I was a little out of condition. What a lovely odour it had as I gently licked her clitoris for a minute. But we had other fish to fry. 'Harry's here.' said she. I stripped to my shirt, then he came up, a tall slim youth now just turned seventeen. Quickly he too stripped, for he knew the treat in store for him. I laid hold of his long thin tool, which was not stiff, and he seemed nervous.
How strange seems the handling of another's prick tho it's s
o like one's own. 'Show him your cunt.' Back she went on the bed exhibiting her charms. The delicious red gap opened, his prick stiffened at once, and after a feel or two of his rigid gristle, I made him wash it tho already clean as a whistle. I'd already washed my own. Then a letch came on suddenly, for I had arranged - nothing - and taking his prick in my mouth I palated it. What a pleasant sensation is a nice smooth prick moving about one's mouth. No wonder French Paphians say that until a woman has sucked one whilst she's spending under another man's fucking, frigging, or gamahuche, that she has never tasted the supremest voluptuous pleasure. Some however had told me that they liked licking another woman's cunt, whilst a woman gamahuched them, better than sucking a prick in those exciting moments. But erotic tastes of course vary.
I laid him on the side of the bed alternately sucking or frigging him. H was lying by his side, and he put his left fingers on her cunt. I had intended to let him have his full complete pleasure in my mouth, but changed my mind. Then we laid together on the bed - head to tail making what the French call sixty-nine or tête-bêche, and we sucked each other's pricks. He was pleased with the performance. H laying by our side said she should frig herself. Whether she did or not I can't say, being too much engrossed with minetting his doodle. He did not illuminate me with skill, and after a little time we ceased and his prick drooped.
Then I mounted his belly as he lay on his back, and showed H how I used to rub pricks with Miss Frazer's young man, and putting both pricks together made H clutch them as well as she could with one hand. But two ballocks were too large for her hand.
Helen's fingers had been feeling her own quim, almost the entire time since we had all been together, and her face now looked wild with voluptuousness. She cried out 'Fuck me, fuck me' and threw herself on the edge of the bed, thighs distended, cunt gaping. But I knew my powers were too small that night to expedite my pleasure crises, and wished to prolong the erotic excitement, so would not fuck her nor let him. But I gamahuched her. Then he did the same. She lay full length on the bed, he knelt between her legs, and whilst he plied his tongue upon her vulva, I laid on my back between her legs and his, and took his prick in my mouth. I felt her legs trembling and heard her sighs of delight, she was entering into the erotic amusement with heart and soul, cunt and bumhole as well, as I knew by her movements, ejaculations, and then tranquillity. She spent just as a rapid ramming of his prick between my tongue and palate, told me he was about to spend also. So I rejected his tool quickly.
With rigid prick and incited by H he continued licking her cunt till she spent again. Then I laid them both side by side on the edge of the bed, he began frigging her, and I frigging him. 'It's coming,' said he, and at the instant out shot his sperm in four or five quick spurts, the first going nearly up to his breast. How the young beggar's legs quivered as his juice left him. Helen leant over and looked as he spent. His sperm was thinner than it should have been, tho he said he had neither fucked for a fortnight, nor frigged himself for a week. I believed he lied. My sperm would have been at his age thicker after a week's abstinence. The last time he had fucked her before me it was much more and thicker. He reaffirmed that he had not spent for a week, and she declared he had not fucked her, so I suppose it was true.
He washed and pissed, again I played with his doodle and questioned him. He had he said buggered a man once, and frigged one. Now he had a nice young woman, who let him have her for half a crown when he could afford it, but he only earned a pound a week and had to keep himself out of that. His prick was soon stiff again. He gave her cunt another lick, and then we went to work in the way I had arranged with her when by ourselves. He did not know our game.
H in our many conversations on erotic whims and fancies, had expressed a great desire to have two pricks up her orifices at the same time. She wanted to know if it were possible, if sexual pleasure was increased by the simultaneous plugging of cunt and bumhole, and wondered if it would increase the pleasure of the man. I had shown her pictures of the positions in which the three placed themselves for the double coupling, and we arranged to try that evening. He was not now to know what we were at, his inexperience coupled with his excitement at being fucked by a most lovely creature, were calculated to leave him in the dark as to the operations at her back door. But we were obliged to be cautious.
He laid on the bedside his legs hanging down, whilst she standing with legs distended and enclosing his, leant over him - I watched the operation from the floor kneeling, saw his doodle going up and down her cunt. Then when I knew his pleasure was increasing, I lubricated her bumhole with my spittle, and rising pressed my pego between her buttocks and against his prick, touching it from time to time as she moved her cunt on it. I did this as a blind. Soon after. 'Do you feel my prick?' said I. 'Yes.' He didn't, I was then putting my finger against it, but he was too engrossed with his pleasure to notice it, then she backed her rump artfully, and his prick came out as she pushed her buttocks towards me, and she kept on talking to him making a show of introducing his pego again to her pudenda.
At the first push my prick failed. It was right in direction - for I had tried the orifice with thumb and finger - all inconvenient nails removed - and knew the road was clear. Push - push - push with still failure, and then came nervous fear. There were the loveliest buttocks that belly ever pressed, or balls dangled against, smooth, sweet-smelling flesh, an anus without taint or hair, a sweet and youthful prick, and a woman wanting the supremest voluptuousness. Every erotic incitement to sight, touch, and imagination was there, but all was useless. My nature rebelled. Tho I wanted to do what she and I had talked of and wished for, my recreant prick would not rise to the needful rigidity - the more I strove the less my success.
I was mad not for myself but for her disappointment - it was her letch. We had discussed the subject many times, and I longed for her to have sperm shed in her cunt and fundament at the same time. Further trial was useless, his prick was again worked by her, and I knew by her manner that she was near her crisis, when anxious to give her other orifice, the pleasure, kneeling I licked her bumhole then thrust my thumb into it, took his balls in my other hand and thumbuggered her whilst I squeezed his cods. She cried out. 'Oh - bugger, fuck,' when madly excited and both spent. Then his prick flopped out wet and glairy from her cunt into my hand which was still beneath his balls - I arose and so did sweet H looking with bright voluptuous eyes at me. He lay still on his back with eyes closed and prick flopping down, with a pearl of spunk on its tip. Then too late my damned, disgraced prick stood stiff like an iron rod, and could have gone into a virgin's arsehole or slipped into H's with ease. Sheer nervousness stopped it from doing duty, aided I think by a natural dislike - much as I desired the novelty - novelty with her and for her.
The strongest fuckstress, with unlimited capability for sexual pleasure, the most voluptuous woman, the woman with the most thirsty cunt I ever knew, guessed my condition and state of mind. 'You fuck me, dear,' said she, and falling back on the bed opened her thighs. Her cunt was glistening with what he had left there. He'd not uncunted two minutes, nor she finished spending four, yet she wanted my prick - either to gratify me or herself.
Randy enough I went near and pulled open the lips, saw the glistening orifice, pushed fingers up and withdrew them covered with the products of her quim and his doodle, and looked in her voluptuous eyes. 'Fuck - come on - fuck me.'—'You can't want it.'—'Yes - do me - do it.' Harry then roused himself, I caught hold of his tool still thickish. 'Wash it, piddle, and she'll suck you whilst I fuck her.' He who only had spoken the whole evening in monosyllables, did that quietly. I laid him on the bed and she leant over him standing and bending, laid her face on his belly, her bum towards me. 'Suck his prick, dear.'—'I shan't.' She wouldn't, entreaty was useless, I could not wait, so opening her lower lips for a final look at the sperm, put my prick up her. Oh! what a sigh and a wriggle she gave as I drove it hard against her womb. Her liking always was for violent thrusts, she liked her cunt stunned almost. It g
ives her the greatest pleasure she often tells me. (When at a future day I dildoed her, she liked it pushed violently up her.)
I husbanded my powers, urged her to gamahuche him, hoping she would. Her refusals grew less positive, and at last into her mouth went his prick but only for a minute. 'There I've done it,' said she. His doodle had stood, but drooped directly her lips left it.
She'd do it no more, but laying her face on his prick, wriggling her backside, saying, 'Oh fuck me - fuck - harder - go on dear.' What a fetch she has when she tightens her cunt round my prick and wriggles her lovely bum, it is almost impossible to stop thrusting!
But I would not finish, pulled out my prick and felt with pleasure its now spermy surface. I turned her round on to her back at the edge of the bed, and put him standing between her thighs. Then belly on belly, cock to cunt, all sorts of postures suggested themselves to me whilst they posed so, and I varied them till I could vary no longer.
Then I made him kneel on the bed over her head, his belly towards me. His prick hung down still biggish just over her head, whilst into her cunt I drove again my stiff stander and fucked, bending my head towards him to catch in my mouth his prick. She laid hold of it and held it towards me, I took it into my mouth and fucked her, holding her thighs and sucking him. The young beggar's prick soon stood again - went half down my throat. 'Is his prick stiff again?' said she, spasmodically. 'Yes' I mumbled. 'Oh, we're beasts - fuck me, fuck.' But as my pleasure came on her mouth pleased me best, I let go his prick, and sinking over her put my tongue out to meet hers, and with mouths joined we spent. He had slipped on one side when I relinquished his doodle, and when I raised myself and severed my wet lips from hers - our pleasure over - he was looking at us, and she with closed eyes had found and was clutching his doodle stiff still. What a treat for the young beggar. Thousands would give a twenty-pound note to have seen and done all this. He had the treat for nothing. All was her device, her lecherous suggestion.
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