A week after, a place of rendezvous was found, at a convenient snug little house where we met generally. — Before she’d taken anything off but her bonnet and I my hat, we fucked on the bedside with intense mutual delight. Directly I’d uncunted, we both stripped start naked and got into bed, drank champagne there, and fucked and fucked again till my pego would stiffen no longer; fucked four times, a great effort now for me, but not for her. But frigging and gamahuching always satisfied her as a finish — luckily.
Then our meetings were at longer intervals apart, which only made them more delicious. But I alas, am obligated to husband my strength more than formerly, so the long intervals suit me better.
When next we met, we found that the mistress of the establishment had voluptuous photographs, pictures, and engravings by hundreds, and one or two chests full of the best and baudiest books in English and French. — We revelled in them that day for all were placed at our disposal. — We sat feeling each other’s genitals between our fuckings, looking and commenting on the artistic display of nudities and erotic fancies, and wishing we could participate in such performances ourselves. They awakened ideas which had slumbered in me certainly. She said in her also, but she always declared that I had put desires into her head unknown before. We were well matched.
Living far off now, without a male or female friend with whom to talk about sexualities, more than ever now she looked to our days of meeting, and hours of unrestrained voluptuousness. After hearing all she had done at home even to domestic details — which she was fond of telling as showing her domestic comfort, — lust and love in all its whims and varieties we talked about. “Did you ever do that?” “Do you recollect when I showed you
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’s prick?” — “When did so and so occur?” So ran our talk. How often he’d fucked her or gamahuched her, how often she’d frigged herself, the sperm
he
spent, and all the domestic baudy doings were told me with delight, and similar frankness exacted from me. — Then came wishes. “Let Mrs
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get us another woman, you fuck
her
whilst she gamahuches
me,”
was a request made whilst after fucking, we laid reposing in the bed. — I agreed. — “Let her be stout, I’d like one as stout as Camille,” — these are the very words said funnily enough in a half shamed faced way — for absence and the change in her circumstances, at first seemed to impose some stupid modesty on her. — But both of us liked to call a spade a spade.
All was accomplished. The abbess as I shall call her, we ascertained would procure us every pleasure, tho only cautiously and from time to time she disclosed her powers. A very plump and almost fat, handsome woman of two and twenty was our first companion. — “Don’t let
me
ask her,
you
say that
you
want her to lick my cunt — I don’t want her to think that
I
wish it,” — said H. So it was done, we had champagne, I stripped the plump one, then asked H. to look at her quim — which she was longing to do — and then incited her to the gamahuche. Baudy talk and wine raising our lust made us friends soon, and Miss R. jumped at the idea of gamahuching the other. Then naked all three (warm weather now). Looking-glasses arranged so that H. could see all, she laid on the bedside whilst R. gamahuched her. On the bed by H.’s side I also laid, she frigging me during her pleasure. “Aha — God — lick, quicker. — I’m spending,” — and she spent nearly pulling my prick off during her first ecstasy.
Pausing for a minute, R. recommenced, for H. likes to continue uninterruptedly at that luscious game, till she has spent at least twice. It was a lovely sight to see H. with her beautiful thighs, and the coral little gash set in the lovely chestnut hair, which R. held open for a minute to admire. Then her mouth set greedily upon it, her hands under H.’s buttocks, the dark hair of R.’s armpits just peeping, her big white buttocks nearly touching her heels. I stooped down this time and peeped along the furrow past the bumhole, and could just see the red end of her cunt with the short crisp hair around it. Then straddling across her waist, my prick laying on her back between her blade bones, I watched the lovely face of H. which in her sexual ecstasy is a lovely sight. “Fuck, fuck her,” she cried to me. But I wouldn’t. Next minute saw H.’s lovely eyes fixed on mine, whilst with soft cries she spent.
A rest, more champagne, a discourse about the pleasures of woman cunt licking woman and of men doing it, and H. again was on the bed. — “Oh, I’m so lewed I want a fuck so,” said R. — “He’ll fuck you, won’t you?” — I complied. Further back on the bed now the better to reach her cunt with her tongue, with pillows under her head lay H. when R. recommended her lingual exercise on the sweet and fresh-washed quim. I standing up now at R.’s back. — “Fuck her, and spend when I do,” said H. — R.’s bum towards me was almost too fat an one as she bent, so I made her bend lower, and then between the buttock went my prick, dividing two well haired, very fat lips of her sanctum of pleasure. She adjusted her height to the exercise when my tip was well lodged, my balls were soon against the buttocks, every inch of my prick up a cunt deliciously lubricated by its owner’s randiness. — “It’s up her cunt love,” I cried, began fucking and R. began gamahuching. All now was silence but the lap now and then of R.’s tongue on H.’s cunt. “She’s coming darling — I shall spend,” — I cried at length. — “Oh — God — fuck her, fuck, slap her bum,” cried H., writhing and sighing. — My slaps on the fat arse resounded, as R. writhed and shivered with pleasure whilst licking on, and both of us spent as H. spent under the tongue titillation. Then with slobbered prick and wet cunts we got up. Soon after standing by the bedside I fucked H. whilst she frigged Miss R. Never were there three baudy ones together who enjoyed the erotic tricks more than we did.
These delightful voluptuous exercises were repeated with variations on other days. R. sucked my prick and took its libation whilst I was lying full length on the bed, H. kneeling over my head, I licking her clitoris the looking glasses so arranged that H. could see all. Another day I fucked R. whilst she frigged H. Then I put my prick into both women and finished in R.’s cunt, which completed that day’s amusement.
Soon afterwards we noticed wales upon R.’s capacious white buttocks. It was from her last whipping she said. That disclosed what in time was sure to have become known to us. That the abbess was an expert in flagellation, that swells both old and young came under her experienced hand. Questioned, the abbess told us all, was indeed proud of her performances, shewed us the varied apparatus with which she either tickled or bled the masculine bums, and women’s as well, or superintended men flogging female bums. Such as the fat arsed R.’s were preferred, tho some she said liked younger and thinner buttocks. Some brought and birched a woman whom they liked and fucked, some a special woman to birch them. They all paid very handsomely for bleeding a fair pair of buttocks.
R. told us that flagellation
of her
backside made her lewed an hour after or so. She liked the birch just to hurt slightly the cunt lips. Then if she couldn’t get a man, she frigged herself — that some girls said it did not affect them lewedly — others that it did. — We talked quietly with the abbess about this. Both H. and I desired to see the operation, and heard that some men liked to be seen by other men when being flogged. If we would on a certain day, there would be then a gentleman who had a taste for being made a spectacle, and she would arrange for us to see — for pay of course.
We went on the day but the man didn’t appear. Two ladies were ready waiting to flog him. The abbess said it didn’t matter, something had detained him, that when he disappointed he always paid the money for all concerned. One of them was dressed as a ballet girl, the other only in chemise, such were his orders. — She in chemise, was a sweet faced, dark haired shortish girl of nineteen, with fine teeth. We asked her to our room to take wine, and it ended in H
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frigging her and my fucking her, then in my fucking H., whilst she looked at the other’s quim, and we agreed she would be better for our amorous games than R. — I will call this dark one “Black.” She had one of the most delicate, refined, cock stiffening, slightly lipped, slightly haired cunts I ever saw: it resembled H.’s cunt years ago. Black took at once a frantic letch for gamahuching H. — and who wouldn’t? — When
my
mouth covers it, I can scarcely tear it away from it.
At our next visit the flagellation came off. As H., who’d only her chemise on, and I my shirt and wearing a mask, entered the room, there was a man kneeling on a large chair at the foot of the bed, over which he was bending. Over the seat and back of the chair was a large towel to receive his spendings. He had a woman’s dress on tucked up to his waist, showing his naked rump and thighs, with his feet in male socks and boots. On his head was a woman’s cap tied carefully round his face to hide whiskers — if he had any — and he wore a half mask which left his mouth free.
—
At his back, standing, was one youngish girl holding a birch and dressed as a ballet dancer, with petticoats far up above her knees, and showing naked thighs. Her breasts were naked, hanging over her stays and showing dark haired armpits. Another tall, well formed, tho thinnish female, naked all but boots and stockings, with hair dyed a bright yellow, whilst her cunt and armpits’ fringes were dark brown, stood also at his back
—
a bold, insolent looking bitch whom I one day fucked after she’d gamahuched H. — tho I didn’t like either her face, cunt, form, or manner — but she was new to me.
What he had done with the women before we entered we were told afterwards by yellow head, was very simple. He’d stripped both women naked, and saw the one dress herself as ballet girl, nothing more. Neither had touched his prick nor he their cunts. When the door was closed after we entered, he whispered to the abbess that he wanted to see my prick. Determined to go thro the whole performance, I lifted my shirt and shewed it big but not stiff. He wanted to feel it but that I refused. “Be a good boy or Miss Yellow (as I shall call her) will whip you hard,” said the abbess. — “Oh — no — no — pray don’t,” he whispered in reply. He spoke always in whispers. Then he said H. was lovely and wanted to see her cunt, which she refused. He never turned round during this but remained kneeling. Then after childish talk between him and the abbess (he always in whispers), “Now she shall whip you, you naughty boy,” said the abbess — and “swish” the rod descended heavily upon his rump.
“Oho — ho — ho,” he whispered as he felt the twinge. I moved round to the other side of him where I could see his prick more plainly. It was longish, pendant, and the prepuce covered its tip nearly. — Swish — swish — went the birch, and again he cried in whispers. — “Ho, ho.” — H. then moved round to my side to see better. — Yellow head from behind him felt his prick. — The abbess winked at me. — Then he laid his head on the bedstead frame and grasped it with both hands, whilst very leisurely the birch fell on him and he cried. “Ho — ho.” — His rump got red and then he cried
aloud.
— “Oh, I can’t” — then sunk his voice to a whisper in finishing his sentence. — Yellow head again felt his prick which was stiffer, and
he
sideways felt
her
cunt, but still not looking round.
Then was a rest and a little talk, he still speaking in whispers. The abbess treated him like a child. I felt Yellow head’s motte, she looking at H. to see if
she
permitted
me
the license. Yellow head then took up the birch, and H. and I moved to the other side of the bed. Both of us were excited, H.’s face was flushed with lust, I felt her cunt, and she my pego, now stiff. “Look at those two,” quoth the abbess. We, and both the women laughed. — The patient had turned his head to look, but could see nothing but us standing. — Swish - swish, fell heavily the rod on his arse, now very red indeed. — “Let me lick her cunt,” whispered he, nodding at H. — She refused. — “I’ll give her five pounds,” he whispered. H. hesitated, but short of money as usual, at length she consented, beside she was lewed to her bumhole — “I shall spend,” she whispered to me as she got on to the bed and saying aloud, “Five pounds, mind.” — “He’ll pay, he’s a gentleman,” murmured the abbess.
Then was a spectacle such as I never saw before nor shall again..H. settled on the bed, thighs wide apart, quim gaping, legs over the bed frame, cunt close up to the victim, but too low for his tongue to reach the goal. The abbess, Miss Yellow head and I, pushed pillow after pillow under her lovely bum till it was up to the requisite level, and greedily he began licking it. I moved round him again, looking curiously at his prick which was now stiff. — “Let
him
feel it,” he whispered more loudly than usual. I felt and frigged it for a second. Whilst I did so, swish — swish — fell the rod on his rump, which writhed. — “Um — um — hum,” — he murmured, his mouth full of H.’s cunt. “Ahrr,” sighed H., whose lovely face expressed her pleasure, for she was lewed. Yellow head laid hold of his prick, gave it two or three gentle frigs, and out spurted a shower of semen. Then he was quiet with his mouth full on H.’s open quim, whilst still Yellow head continued frigging his shrinking organ. — “Have you spent?” — said I. “Damn it, I was just coming,” said H., jogging her cunt still up against his mouth, wild for her spend. But he was lifeless, all desire to lick her had gone.
At a hint from the abbess we went to our bed-room. — “Fuck me.” — On the bed she got, her cunt wet with his saliva, my prick nodding its wants and lust, up I plunged it in her wet cunt, thrust my tongue into her sweet mouth, our salivas poured into each other’s, and we spent in rapture, almost before we had began the glorious to and fro of my prick in her lubricious avenue.
Neither of us had seen such a sight before, never had either of us even seen any one flogged, and we talked about it till the abbess came up. The man had left, but only gave three sovereigns for H.’s complaisance. “No doubt she’s kept the other two,” — said H. afterwards. The young ladies were still below, would we like to have a chat with them? Our passions were well roused, H. at once said “Yes,” and up they came. We had champagne, giving the abbess some, then all talked about flagellation. The younger woman showed marks of the birch on her bum, and when the abbess had gone, we heard more about the rich victim, whom both had seen before and who was between fifty and sixty. He always had two women, but not always they two, they’d never known him allow strangers to be present when he was flogged, and he wanted to know if H. would whip him some day. (She never would.) Then we all four stripped, both women gamahuched H. and whilst the younger one was doing
that
I fucked Yellow head, whose cunt I couldn’t bear. Then
she
gamahuched H. and I without any effort fucked up the other girl and found her cunt delicious. — In the intervals we laid pell mell on the bed together, topsy — turvy, — arsy — versy, and any how and in all sorts of ways, looked at each other’s cunts, the two women both sucked my prick to stiffness but no further and Yellow head put her finger up my bum as I fucked the younger girl at the bedside feeling H.’s lovely sweet cunt whilst I did so, and as
her
rump was towards me I paid the finger compliment to her bumhole. — We had champagne till all were tight, and gloried in most unrestrained baudiness in act and talk. We all pissed, and I felt their amber streams whilst issuing, and pissed myself against Yellow head’s cunt, H. holding the basin. — Then fatigued with lustful exercises — H. excepted — we had strong tea, and went our ways. A veritable orgy, and an extravagantly expensive one.