One night when I slept there, the auburn haired Julia had a young man to sleep with her. He stopped in his bedroom whilst she, Jessie, and I, supped in the parlour. Then we all went to bed. It was in the height of summer, heat and fucking made me restless, and I could not keep from feeling and looking all over Jessie when not fucking. She got out of bed just as the sun was just rising, saying, 'Julia's awake, I can hear her moving.' Then on the landing of the stairs she coughed significantly, and softly out came Julia from her bedroom below, closing the door gently. The two women went to the staircase window on the landing between the two floors, which was wide open on that soft balmy morning, and stood and talked.—'What the devil makes you get up?'—I had said to Jessie as she left me. She wanted to ask a question. 'I'll come too.' I did, and stood in my shirt with my arms around the two lovely women in their nightgowns as they chatted in a low voice, and looked out of the back staircase window.
Said Julia, 'He is spoony on me, I told you he was, and wants to keep me, shall I go with him?'—'Do you like him?'—'Not much, but he's rich, and he'll allow me ten pounds a week he says. He's an Oxford man, quite a gentleman, and he is awfully spoony.'—'How often has he done you?'—'Once when we went to bed, and just now again, he's gone to sleep now, he's not slept before to night, he's been spooning me ever since we went to bed. I got out directly he fell asleep.'
I was feeling both their naked bums at once, of which they took not the slightest notice, then I began rubbing my prick up against them, and both girls laughed. 'Hish! don't make a noise, come to my room,' said Jessie. We all went there, naked footed all three, and continued talking. Julia had not spent with him. 'You don't like him much then,' said Jess. No she liked a man whom she named and wished he would keep her, yet this man was rich and a gentleman - Jessie advised her to accept the offer. She could have the other man for her pleasure on the sly. The man who was sleeping had a small prick, said Julia. They both laughed at that and so did I. They laid down and I said, 'Let me see you both naked together.' Jess consented, they stripped on the bed, and were a lovely pair. I threw off my shirt and stood naked with a stiff prick. 'He wants you, look at his prick,' said Jess - I denied it but I did. 'You've made him stiff Julia, let him.' Julia laughed - I saw Jess did not mind this woman, and turned on to Julia, who without persuasion let me mount her but resisted poking. 'Let him, I don't mind,' said Jessie - Julia's thighs distended at once, for she wanted me. Trying to feel Jessie's quim with one hand whilst fucking Julia, Jessie repulsed it, but she felt curiously about under my balls and frigged herself. We all spent together, all outside the bed, quite naked on that hot July morning at daybreak.
All three were still as quiet as mice, and we were enjoying the repose which followed spending, when a soft male voice below cried out, 'Julia, Julia.' We started up, Julia pushed me off of her. 'Hush! don't make a noise,' said Jess. Julia called out—'I'm coming,' took a towel, gave her cunt a dry rub and left the room. She had been to the closet, and went up to see Jessie, we heard her say to her friend. 'No, Jessie has no man with her, she's alone,' and the bedroom door closed. We laughed. Jessie then told me a lot about Julia and her friend. Whilst doing so, we heard voices rather loud and angry for a minute in the stillness of the morning. Jessie stole down stairs and listened, I stood on the top landing looking over. After a time she looked up, smiled, nodded, pointed to the door and came back to our room.—'He's poking her,' said she, 'but they have nearly quarrelled.' 'She has not washed,' said I.—'No, but he won't find it out.'—'I think I must have poked after him,' said I, after a little reflection, for now I recollected her quim felt very nice and smooth. Jessie laughed. 'You have I think, didn't she say he'd just done her and fallen asleep?' I began soaping my prick in a state of anxiety, yet had at the same time, a voluptuous sort of delight at having fucked just after him.
The man went off quite early to catch a train, and Julia came to our bedroom at once. The conversation turned on the occurrence and the man - I found that his prick had gone into my spunk, but she would not admit that mine had been in his. 'But I am sure it has.'—'Well no one asked you to have me' I was in fear for some days about clap, but need not have been.
I quite settled to this Jessie, and for a whole year she was, excepting when I was out of town, the sole woman of her class whom I touched. At times I indulged in a few baudy freaks with her, but usually fucked her in a husband-like style, tho with passion for I much enjoyed her. She was not a baudy talker or actress, but we used to prolong our pokes, resolutely keeping cock and cunt together without shoving, but talking and endearing till we could resist movement no longer - then sucking each other's tongues till our mouths and chins were all moistened, restraining no longer, and with a breathless, 'Fuck love' our backsides wriggled sympathetically till my sperm swamped her love cage, and we died away into blissful sleep. She had the loveliest teeth and a full tongue, and used to like to lick my teeth when our mouths were close together, then my tongue met hers and that excited her. She liked also my finger to lay well up her cunt, whilst we tongued each other before fucking, preferring that much to the titillation of her clitoris, which is the way most men play with a woman when side by side. But she was cool to me till I had known her some time and she began to like me.
'I am going home for a week,' said she one day, 'and want you to give me my railway fare.'—'You are going on a trip with a man,' said I jealously - and suddenly I found that I had an affection for her. I was astonished at myself, staggered. Am I in love with a gay woman again, when there is one woman whom I adore? It was true. I was really loving two women at the same time.' I loved Jessie, tho I would have slain her for the other. What a psychological problem! Her mother's letter, a badly written scrawl, asking her to go to see her as she was ill, was shewn me. It looked genuine enough. She put on her plainest dress to go in, and took but little clothing with her, but had some fear of the honesty of her servant, there being then no lodger in the house - I suffered a good deal when she was away, and was savage with myself for being so fond of a gay woman, wrestled with myself, said I would never see her again, and indeed thought that nothing but harm could come of it. She was gone eight days and came home exactly at the time appointed. My heart beat loudly when I saw her, she kissed me, then rushed to her drawers and wardrobes (bonnet on). All things were safe as she had left them. Then I closed on her, and threw her on the bed. 'Wait, wait till I take my bonnet off.' The next moment I was up her. 'Oh I want it so,' said she. No, she had never spoken to any man excepting her father and mother since she had left, they believed she was a dressmaker. 'Eight days without a poke, think of that.' Was it true? It's just possible.
She went down stairs to cook the simplest bit of meat. I had taken lobsters and champagne there, and went down with her. The meat was cooked, and we ate it in the parlour. She rang for the lobster - the maid took the dirty plates away. 'I must fuck you again,' said I. 'Stop, Mary will be in with the lobster.' But I had been longing to be at her all the time we were eating, and said, 'I won't wait.' On the sofa we fucked at once. Mary came in with the lobster but took no notice of our operations. We sat down to table again, glorying in our moistened genitals and finished the lobster and champagne. Then we went up to bed to revel in cunt plugging and a jolly evening and night that was. A fuck with a woman whom a man loves, is better than the baudiest night with a chance woman, but both have their special pleasures. A night with a baudy woman you like, one who will reciprocate any voluptuousness, beats everything.
We scarcely ever had an unpleasant word, but what annoyed her was my calling just as she was ready dressed to go out. I had a liking for having her just at that time, and used to call when the cab was at the door waiting for her. One night when I did, 'Mistress is just going out sir.'—'Anyone with her?'—'No, sir.' Upstairs I ran, she had her bonnet on. 'Now you can't have me, I'm in a hurry, have got to meet someone and am behind time.' I would and we mingled. 'Damn it.' She rarely swore. 'You do it purposely, if you couldn't come a little earlier,' a
nd she threw her bonnet off in anger. 'Don't be in a rage Jess.'—'Fuck me if you're going,' and flinging herself down on the bed side, she pulled her petticoats up to her belly. She'd no drawers on, and there lay her sweet naked body on the diaphanous chemise, and a heap of flounced and laced petticoats surrounding her, from out of which showed the beautifully white belly and thighs, the lovely dark, soft, curly haired motte, and the small red split with the little curls round it. The combination of flounces, lace, silk stockings and boots, with thighs, belly, and cunt, is in some women more appetizing than nudity, and I gazed long, entranced with the voluptuous spectacle, then stooped, kissed, and smelt it. 'Make haste I must go.' I plunged my prick in her glowing sheath, but took my time, prolonging my pleasure. 'Spend with me Jess.'—'I shan't, it will bring my poorliness on.'—'Do.' Then I probed and wriggled quickly, then slowly and in every fashion which I thought might heat up her cunt, stimulate her passion. I touched her clitoris, talked my baudiest, and at length succeeded. Her loins quivered, a tremulous shudder ran across her belly. 'Aharr,' and with exquisite vibrations she spent, whilst a copious balmy injection issued from my prick into her. Then for a minute she lay gorged with prick and sperm, and was tranquil. Then her eyes opened. 'Pull it out dear and tell me what's o'clock.' With prick still in her I told the time. 'My God. He won't wait for me.' Uncunting me she gave her split a dry rub with a towel, put on her bonnet, and in a minute was at the cab door.
'I'm going your way and will pay the cab.' Jumping in, we drove to the A*g**e together. On the road she told me who she was going to meet. He was so liberal, and twice she had disappointed him, so was anxious. - 'Your cunt's full.'—'I'll wash it at the rooms.' - There was something in the affair which excited me. 'Let me feel your cunt.'—'You beast.' But I did, and as my finger felt the mucilaginous moisture in her sweet temple, my prick stood so hard, horny, almost inflexible again. We were crossing the **** Road. - 'Let me fuck you.' She wouldn't, how could she, it would make her in a mess, we should be seen. I begged, insisted and had my way. She put her bonnet on the front seat, hoisted up her petticoats, and turning her bum to belly, sat down on my hot stiff love pole - I clasped her round her hips, my fingers just touching the soft curly ringlets of her motte, and as the cab got to the bottom of R*g**t St. out shot my sperm, into her cockpit. She had pleasure with me, and in another minute had entered the A*g**e with her sperm filled quim. I satisfied, went to my club.
Gradually, we got from simple belly to belly jogging, to a few erotic pranks. She refused, swore that she had never done such things, and never would - I think she'd only been a year gay, but in the end yielded. 'You're the voluptuous fellow I ever knew. No one man ever asked me to do so many baudy things, scarcely any fellow wants to do more than poke either on bed or at the bedside, not one out of twenty ever thinks of any other way, or talks as you do.' But a Cyprian warms to her work, she likes the variety in time, takes pleasure in it, all human nature does, and after a dinner at her house, a dinner she'd cooked herself of a simple kind, and we had filled up with my generous wine, our brains heated, excited, and suggestive, cunt and cock burning hot and demanding their lewd pleasure, we used to set to work at erotic whimsies.
Her big breasts excited me and one evening. 'I'll fuck between them,' said I. 'You beast you shan't.'—'I will.'—'You shan't.'—'Let me just put my prick there then, only for a minute.'—'You may do that for a minute.' I had my trowsers on which I pulled off in a jiffey, and tucking my shirt up in a roll under my arm pits, stood between her legs as she sat on a chair in front of the bedroom fire. She only had a silk wrapper and chemise on, the latter she dropped down, and I laid my rigid pego against her lovely bosom. 'Poke me properly first and do that later, I want a poke so.'—'No now.' In a minute she had lifted up her great and firm white breasts, firm as the udder of a heifer. My prick was pinched between them, and hidden all but its fiery tip which just peeped out at the top, whilst my balls hung rubbing against her flesh below. I thrust gently up and down in the fleshy channel with a fucking motion, she laughing, then looking down and trying to see, which she couldn't well do, then looking up at me.
My prick happened to be in the highly sensitive state that night, to which I have alluded. The friction on its gland against her dry flesh hurt me, whilst at the same time it had excited and swollen it to the utmost, 'Now that will do.'—'I mean to spend between these lovely bubbies.'—'You shan't,' and she pushed me away. But I was hot on my letch and insisted, swore I'd go away unless she let me (I was going to stop the night) so she consented. I took some oil from her toilet table, anointed her breasts and my prick with it, and resuming my position fucked till my sperm was nearly ejaculated between the bubbies. Now she took interest in the frolic. I was sighing out my pleasure, when made lewed by contemplating me, by its novelty and already hot cunted by a good dinner, she grasped me by my backside, leaving me to press her breasts round my piston. She was again looking alternately up in my face, and down at her bosom as I thrust, and deliciously out sped my sperm. As I gently moved up and down after I'd spent, 'You beast, the spunk ought to have been in my cunt,' said she, and rushed to the looking glass pressing her breasts together. 'Oh what a lot of spunk' then laughing she restored her breasts to their purity with soap and water, whilst I did the same to my empty ballocks. She only used baudy words when lewed.
'You beast, you've made me so lewed, why didn't you poke me first,' said she again. When an hour afterwards in bed both stark naked, and entwined in each other's embraces, flesh greedy to meet flesh every where, my belly pressing hers as I lay between her thighs and fucked my second fuck. Then as mouths moistened each other, she gasped, 'Oh - what a lot of spunk was on my breasts. A-ha - fuck dear - fuck me.'—'Ahar - yes - wasn't there a-har.' Our soft sighs were coming, then our tongues meeting in liquidity stopped utterance; sighs and shortened breaths stopped speech in both, and told that our spunks were blending, that bubby-fucking had raised lewed ideas in her. How they rush thro the brain whilst fucking.
She heard of this masculine whim, but no one had ever suggested it to her but me she said, when talking it over on another occasion. Whether that be true or not I cannot say. Talking about it led to another whim. What a fertile brain mine must be, for I declare I never had heard of such a pose as I'm going to narrate. As she had already yielded up to me her breasts, she made no objection now to their use for a variation. Both of us in a state of nudity, she laid on her back, I knelt across her breast, half lying half holding myself upon my knees and elbows, with my rump towards her face, and put my prick between her big breasts, which she held up and pressed together, making a comfortable fleshy channel round my pego, enveloping it nearly all around, in which I fucked, whilst she contemplated my backside and wagging ballocks. But cunt, that delicious, soft, red, pouting parting, even then had its irresistible attractions. My head was half way down her thighs which were closed. 'Open your thighs wide Jessie and let me feel your cunt - Ah - how I wish I could lick it.' She opened them. Leaning more on one elbow and hand than the other, I managed to put one hand, so as just to feel the clitoris and motte, and thus I fucked on and spent between her lovely hillocks, so soon as my fingers touched her cunt. But somehow this erotic whim neither excited her nor me, so much as the first bubby fucking, which was a complete novelty to her. No woman unless with very big breasts such as hers, could have made a nice channel for my prick as she did in the last posture. I have fucked between the breasts of perhaps a full dozen gay women, and of one modest lady, but it's not every bosom which rouses my lust in that direction.
That led to my using her armpits as a channel for my onanism, armpit frigging or armpit fucking, or whatever may be its right designation (I am not happy at coining terms) I have asked a hundred strumpets, and not one but owned that men had used her armpits as a cunt. I expect it is a common enough practice to entitle it to a distinct denomination like fist fucking (masturbation) or cock sucking (irrumination) or bum-hole fucking (buggery). Yet in all my peeps at the happy couples thro
holes in baudy house partitions and elsewhere, I have never seen a man doing it to a woman that way, or I don't recollect it.
One evening talking about various fashions of sexual enjoyment, she consented. 'You've done it between my breasts, and I may as well let you do it once this way, you're a good old friend,' (I believe she then liked me much) and sitting on a chair naked in front of a cheval glass, she raised her arms for my operation. She had a good deal of dark hair in those valleys, which to me was one of her beauties. I had used soap with the women I had enjoyed in that fashion, but now filled her thicket with cold cream, and putting my prick in its place commenced - but that lubrication or anointment seeming not to be pleasurable. I washed it off, and again had recourse to soap, which I rubbed in the hair till it was nearly a soapy paste. 'Now frig yourself, Jessie, whilst I'm doing it.' She refused, tho I told her that most of the women in whose armpits I had fucked had frigged themselves at the same time. What a lovely thing it is that man and woman can frig themselves. It's a pleasure when had alone, is such compensation for trouble and misery, and a delectable companionship when tasted with others.
I thrust on steadily enjoying her, now looking at my prick which I pushed to and fro showing its rubicund tip near to her breast at each forward movement, now looking at ourselves reflected in the glass. She sitting right facing it, her handsome haired motte and the beginning of the red belly slash between her round thighs, just peeping out. It was her left arm. 'Push up your breast love, so as to touch my prick as it comes thro.' Up she pressed it well with her left hand. It was a luscious sight, but I was not so full of sperm that night, so worked slowly. Both were silent now till the first throb of pleasure made my frame quiver, and my love of cunt in which I know the supremest enjoyment of the woman is to be found made me stop. 'Oh! I'll fuck your dear cunt instead, it's nicer Jess,' I sighed and ceased thrusting.
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