'Oh - no - go on - finish there,' said she, for at the same moment she'd began frigging herself. That completed the picture, and in silence I fucked on, saw her thighs widen, her hand move quicker. 'Keep your arm closer love and push up your breast.' In her own pleasure, she had forgotten that part. Her limbs obeyed, but with my left hand I pulled her breast still closer up to her armpit. 'Aha - cunt - fuck - I'm spending love.' I sighed, and seizing her head, pulled it back and kissed her face, still fucking on whilst she kept on frigging and spent with me in erotic rapture. 'My spunk's in your armpit love.'—'Ahar' she sighed 'aha - aharr.' Her hand ceased moving but lay covering her motte, her head she'd turned up to mine more, and our tongues were meeting as we spent.
'You frigged yourself after all Jess.'—'You baudy devil you'd make any woman do any thing I believe,' said she still sitting quiet with my prick still in her armpit. I pulled it out, and moving to her side felt up her cunt. I loved to feel the spendings of this woman, for I liked her, nay after a fashion loved her, for she was very charming. These were the only exceptions to the beast with two backs business which we did together. With belly to belly, after all, a woman is best enjoyed physically, the rest being largely imagination.
Altho I knew her some thirteen months, I scarcely touched any other woman during that time, and none of my Paphian regular acquaintances, so she must have given me intense gratification. The ten pounder came again and again, and she got from him lots of money. At length he was always there and much in my way when I called. He was spooney on her and said he would marry her. What should she do she asked me - I was heart broken and cried like a child at the idea of losing her. 'Don't take on so,' said she. 'You are a good fellow and I'm very fond of you, but you are very much older than me, and you can't marry me I know.' I told her that the very best thing she could do was to accept, if he really meant it. After a week or two she said the marriage day was fixed, and their passages taken for Australia. He had money, (tho only just of age) and thought it best they should quit the country, and in that they were wise. That night was to be my last poke; she had sworn she would let no other man touch her again after that day - I was to be her last free love.
Three days after I longed for her so that I took her a wedding present. At first the servant said she was out but I refused to leave and after waiting half an hour saw her and gave her the present, which much delighted. She did not expect it. Then I begged her to let me have her. No, she had sworn with the Bible in her hand not to do so - I begged again, prayed, cried, I longed for her with most furious desire. 'Once, only once and the last time.' My crying upset her and she began to cry, did I wish her to break her oath? - every man who had called had been kept out but me. Mary had no business to have let me in. Her mother had come up and was down stairs. Would I go? - she hoped I would. 'Do. Go and see Julia R**l***s, she's fond of you and will be glad to see you tho she's living with a man now and hasn't seen anyone else.'
I kept on begging, entreating, crying and kissing her till she warmly kissed me. 'Don't be foolish now.'—'Let me feel your thighs - only that - let me get the smell of your dear cunt on my fingers, that I may take it away with me.' With force I got my hand on to it. She had begun to cry, and now more than ever, and when I pulled my prick out, got angry; then tender. 'You'll make me break my oath and bring some misfortune on me' were I think the last words she said before she fell back on the sofa. Then I saw her beautiful dark haired motte, the lovely red lipped cunt for the last time, and in two or three minutes we were spending together. 'My God, - don't - I won't come - I've sworn.'—'Aha - my love, I'm spending.'—'So - am ahrr' and her spendings mingled with mine.
When it was over she upbraided me, was sure breaking her oath would bring her some misfortune - her intended had said it would. We parted in tears. She was married a few days after, and in a week after that went abroad. A fine vessel, whose destination was that of Jessie's, a month after was wrecked, all aboard drowned, and I have every reason to think that she and her husband were in that vessel. No one ever heard of her after, I questioned dozens of women who knew her, and made other enquiries.
Early in November of the year when Jessie C**t*s married and left England, and at about two o'clock in the afternoon on a dull, rather muddy day, I was going along F***t Street, and met full face a handsome, fresh looking woman of about twenty-one or two years of age. I was struck at once with her great beauty, nothing sensuous for the moment entered into my admiration of her. Instinct aided by much experience makes me guess oftentimes rightly whether a woman feels lewed. Certainly I have been generally right, in judging whether they are voluptuous by nature or not. Our eyes met, and I thought that a full sized pego would just then please this lady immensely. She looked at me as if a man was in her mind, and as that passed through my brain, a voluptuous tingle ran thro my prick which began gently swelling. What sort of a cunt has she? next I thought. All these ideas and sensations, did not occupy more space of time than writing one of these lines does. In a moment I was struck with her beauty, in the next minute cunt struck.
I was so smitten that I crossed the street, went back, and again crossed to meet her face to face. In doing so I saw she had a little foot and beautifully formed ankle, for she was holding up her petticoats from the mud. By that time my pego was stiff enough to be driven through a post, for I had been some days sleeping alone, and it had hinted to me that morning that at its roots lay a cunt lubricating essence which it wished to get rid of. The lady's eyes met mine, and again I thought that a good fucking was just then what her handsome body wanted. But who or what was she? Evidently not a professional of the pavé but a quiet, well to do one of middle class - I turned back and followed her, watching the lovely feet and ankles and undulating movement of her haunches, which I knew must be of ample size. My prick was now throbbing and upright in my trowsers. She stopped at a watch maker's and looked long at the goods. She didn't look round till I went close up to her, and said, 'They are very pretty.' She looked at me then for a second, and walked on without reply.
I had not been for some time in such a state of rut, I trembled with lust, and followed her longing for her, and wondering who she was, what sort of cunt she had, if it had ever had a pego up it, and the whole group of lewed thoughts and wishes rose which flood my brain when my prick is stiff. Just then she turned to cross the street, in doing she saw me, our eyes met and diverted her attention, an omnibus approached close to her, the driver hollowed out, 'Take care.' She, scared at her peril, stepped back, and as her feet touched the greasy slippery mud of the footpath, she lost her footing and would have fallen had I not caught her in my arms. 'I've saved you an awkward tumble.'—'Yes - thank you sir' for a few seconds we stood close together without further word, till the vehicles cleared away, then she began again to cross, and had no sooner put her foot on the carriage way, than I saw there a small reticule which in her scare she had dropped. Picking it up, without a word I followed her with it to the other side of the way.
She was there before me. In picking up the bag I lost time, and had to wait to let vehicles pass, and saw her standing and looking about, in the way people do who suddenly miss something - I put my arm with the bag at the back of me in crossing. 'Oh I've dropped my bag sir there,' said she in a tone of despair. 'Here it is.'—'Oh I am so much obliged to you, I should have been so sorry to have lost it.'—'Ah! I wish I'd looked at the love letters in it before I gave it you.'—'Not many love letters,' said she laughing.
Now we walked on side by side, chatting about her having been nearly knocked down by the omnibus pole, etc. 'I almost wish you had fallen, I should I have seen more of those lovely feet and ankles, which I've been following for the last few minutes. I don't know what I wouldn't give to see them.'—'It's not very civil of you,' said she laughing, but she looked me full in the face, seemed pleased, and again I thought that her cunt was hungry, so went on chaffing in the same style. Suddenly, 'Are you married?' I blurted out. She laughed. 'Guess about it - are you?'—'Gues
s about it,' said I. 'I'm sure you are.'—'What do you want to know for,' I asked. 'What do you, you want to know about me for?'—'Because I'm dying for you. I fell in love with you the instant I saw your lovely face, and since I saw your ankles I've been scarcely able to walk, I'm lifted off the ground almost by it.' This was risky, but I knew if she were virgin and very pure, that she'd scarcely understand my meaning; but if she'd handled a rousing stiff prick a few times, she'd guess what I meant. She looked me in the face for an instant, and saying, 'I'm much obliged to you, but I'm going some distance and must walk quicker, good afternoon' - she stepped out quickly. It was a plain hint that she wanted to get rid of me.
But I'd noticed that her face had coloured up, and a look in her eye telling me that she knew my meaning, that she'd had the glorious life giver, working and injecting its balm into her; yes, she'd been fucked I felt sure. But was she married?
'I'm going this way too,' said I, still walking on by the side of her, and went on with my talk, making it warmer and more suggestive, but avoiding plain words, and at last asking her to have a glass of wine with me. She wouldn't, was much obliged, but surprised at my asking, and she stepped out rapidly and so did I. But she wouldn't tell me where she was going, and wouldn't meet me anywhere; if I followed her she couldn't help it, but it was useless. These replies were made among many as we walked on together. Then I left off suggestive chaffing for a sudden idea came to me. It struck me like lightning, it's wonderful it had not done so before, but now feeling sure that she'd been fucked I was nearly wild with desire, was in my rutting recklessness, and felt that I would give all I had to possess her for awhile. She had so enchanted me, that it seemed as if all the perfections of womankind were hidden under her petticoats, and then her face was so lovely.
I had a few years before given one of my sisters (she is dead now) a silver watch which cost ten pounds; and had that day fetched it from its makers where it had been cleaned. (Good silver watches were much more costly then than now.) 'Were you going to buy yourself a watch?' said I. 'No. I was only looking.'—'Where did you buy your own?' I asked with no other object than to keep up the conversation. 'I've not one,' said she. Taking out my sister's watch. 'That's a pretty one.'—'It is,' and she half stopped to look. 'I'll give it you if you'll come and have a glass of wine with me.' She stood quite still with astonishment, her eyes staring wide open, and then said quite softly. 'No thank you sir,' and resumed her walk.
Then I again begged her to meet me at any other time or place, said what I really then felt, that I was madly in love with her, that if she did not have a glass of wine with me now, I'd follow and would wait for her if I waited all night: that I would follow her home, and much of the same sort, all the time being at my wits' end to know where to take her to if she'd consented, for we had crossed the river, and were at a part of London but little known to me. I thought she would never get into a cab with me, for I'd already offered to take her in a cab to her destination, but she said she liked walking best, that she had that day walked from ****. About to name a place, she stopped short in her remark. I kept looking out as we walked along for any coffee house with the word 'beds' on the windows, and at length saw one, which was a chance, when just then she turned off to a side road, and after a few minutes, from one or two indications I knew we were going in the direction of the same main thoroughfare, in which I first saw Winifred a few years ago, and near to where I had found out a convenient accommodation house.
She had allowed me to chatter on after I'd shown the watch, but was herself silent. At length 'I'm going there, good afternoon,' said she. 'I'll wait.'—'You'll wait pretty long then,' said in a manner which stopped my hopes. She entered a largish house in a quiet respectable street, a house built evidently before the neighbourhood had become populous. She never even looked round at me as she entered the door.
Hope then nearly left me but my usual pertinacity in amorous chases remained. I walked about keeping the house in sight for an hour. It grew dark but still I lingered. Tired at length of loitering, I felt my prick, thinking about her hidden beauties, and that if in the dark she would get into a cab with me to drive her part of her way back, I might get a feel of that adorable hirsute opening in her belly, a grope which is in itself a voluptuous lascivious treat with a woman not gay, even if a greater treat does not follow. She did not come out, and then in my lust I thought I'd frig myself. She had told me that her friend or one of her sons, would see her into a cab, and I had noticed one or two young men enter the house as if they were residents there. Still I paced about, thinking of her lovely face, then of her sexual treasure, wishing to possess it, and feeling sure that she was lewed, and dying for the luscious play as well as myself. The second hour went and it was quite dark when out she came alone. In another minute I was by her side.
She either felt or well feigned surprize. 'Pray leave me, I told you not to wait, why did you?'
'I would have waited all night, for now I can get a kiss at least.'—'Don't, there are people coming.' Before the words were out of her mouth I'd snatched one, and she pushed me off. Then I offered the watch again, and pressed her, still not using the plain language of love to scare her, but she refused. 'Let me drive you part of the way home - you needn't tell me where it is.' She at last consented to that, but no cab was likely to be in that quiet street, so I led her in the direction I wanted till I got one, then in it I pressed and prayed her to have wine with me. The cabman stopped at the corner of a street I had named. 'This isn't my way home,' said she. 'My lovely girl come and have a glass of wine with me, and that watch is yours.'—'I won't, I dare not,' and so on for a minute or two. Then 'I can't stop long,' much more was said hurriedly by us both, and in a fairly comfortable bedroom in three minutes were we.
I ordered sherry expecting poor stuff, knowing there would be spirit in it to stir her lust and heat her cunt still more, if that pretty slit happened to be already yearning for a stretch. Bacchus always helps Venus. She took two glasses of the wine which was very palatable, and then at my request took her cloak and bonnet off. 'What for? I can't stop long' as if she supposed that I had brought her into a bedroom only to take wine. 'You told me that perhaps you wouldn't leave your friend before nine o'clock.'—'Yes but her son would have put me into a cab.'—'So will I when we have been on the bed together.'—'Oh! What next?' said she hurriedly and looking at me, then at the bed in an excited way. Then she turned round, took off her gloves, and put them into her pocket in a way which I scarcely noticed at the time, but which occurred to me afterwards. I produced the watch. 'There my sweet girl, what is your name? That's yours if you'll let me.' She took it eagerly. It was in a case, and whilst looking at it sitting on a chair close by me, I suddenly put a hand up her petticoats, and felt her naked thigh near to her motte, thro the opening of her drawers which unfortunately she'd worn. 'Oh - don't - you shan't,' said she dropping the watch and case on the floor and standing up. I am a practised hand in assaulting cunts, having done this to scores of women, and altho surprized for the instant at her unexpected energy in resisting, dropped on my knees, clutched her round her petticoats with my left hand, and thrust higher that which had been dislodged, till the fore fingers to the knuckles were well between the ridges of her split. I felt its heat and moisture, as her thighs closed on my fingers tightly. The next instant she had got away from me, and we had knocked both chairs over in a scuffle. In half a minute all these movements were done and over.
It was no sham, her surprise and struggle, tho she must have known I'd brought her there to fuck her. Our walk, talk, my delicate suggestions, the offer of the watch, must have taught her that. I expect she'd got her cunt heated, her lust set simmering, and perhaps also I was pleasing to her - but hadn't counted consequences for she was evidently and truly scared. For the instant I thought her a possible virgin. 'Nonsense love, let me feel your delicious cunt.' The first straight baudy word I had said. 'Oh! I must go, I don't want the watch' - I thought I should not succeed, for she moved off fro
m me as I approached her, keeping her face towards me till her back touched the bed. Now, wild with desire for her and reckless in my lust, I picked up the watch, put it on the table, and pulled out my prick, which was big as a rolling pin and ruby tipped. 'Don't be foolish my darling' I tried to allay her fears. 'None can know, but we two' and so on. A woman with a melting cunt can be talked into any belief which runs with her voluptuous desires. 'How lovely your cunt felt, let me feel it again - there's a darling - do feel my prick. You knew now, don't fib, you knew when you came, that I meant to fuck you - don't be foolish. I'm sure you want it.' Thus using all the lecherous persuasions and endearments which nature taught me, which come to me readily and naturally at such times, and I suppose to other men - I went nearer to her pulling out my pego further and the whole of my ballocks, so that her eyes might be gratified to the full with the sight of the Priapean glory.
She stood with her bum against the bed, looking at my prick, then in my face, and then away as if ashamed at being seen looking at my tool - then again at the red tipped stiff stander, and so on; motionless, silent at first. Then in soft broken sentences as I poured forth my loving prayers, and lustful incitements. 'Oh - I didn't - no - I can't - I'm frightened. I'm sorry I came - I don't want the watch. I won't let you - let me go' and still her eyes wandered restlessly from mine to my prick. With male instinct, I felt sure that my prick was exciting her, and closing on her, I threw one arm around her neck and kissed and coaxed, in frank, strong, concupiscent phrases, no longer mincing words. Prick, cunt, fuck, spunk, and the choicest of the vocabulary of love, in undisguised carnal strength I uttered. She still refusing, but letting me kiss her, her voice getting gentler, fainter and fainter, as she said, 'No - I mustn't - really.' Suddenly, 'Tell me the truth, are you married?'—'My darling what does it matter whether either of us is married or not? Feel my prick, feel how stiff it is, it will spend outside unless you let me put it into your sweet lovely cunt - feel it.'
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