“Why does the girl let her?” “Oh she's a dirty little bitch too.” “Well, I pull you about and you me.”
“Oh that is quite different.” Perhaps the woman was jealous, or was it whores' morality? I told her I saw no harm in two women doing what they liked to do.
I had never given the subject thought, but now began to think of the way women could bring their organs together for mutual pleasure, and of various tricks that way which I had seen women perform, but the subject never seems to have interested me fully till now. Then I got some medical books and some French books, and under Lesbos, Tribade etc. and some other words, got the key to the full mysteries of Sappho and the Lesbians, which added a mite more to my knowledge and admiration of the wonders of the article called cunt.
My promise of secrecy I kept, but often looked at Sarah and longed to question her on this subject. I began to talk about quim to quim friction — flat fucking — and explained the word tribadism, which word Sarah had never heard — I let her know that I thought no harm in women rubbing their cunts together, or gamahuching each other; and Sarah at once, I thought, got more free in her manifestations towards the girl.
Sarah was much more often screwed now than previously, just as if she were in trouble. One night she came in when we were in bed, for she did not now always stop in for me, and laid down besides us. “Get on top of her Liz,” said I just to see how far I could go in that direction. “I like to see you on top of her like a man fucking her.”
Liz refused — Sarah gave her a kiss and laughed, put one leg out and her arms round her, and rolling on to her back, pulled Liz right on to the top of her, kissing all the time. “She looks as if she were fucking you,” said I, “put your cunts together, pull off your chemises, let's see you both naked.” — I assisted in pulling them off. — Liz said, “No, no,” and resisted slightly. But Sarah heaved up her thighs round the girl and rasped her little arse. “Be quiet Liz,” said I, “do it with her.”
Sarah suddenly seemed quite screwed, her eyes looked wild with lust, she held tight on to the girl — heaved up her legs, and put her heels round Lizzie's calves — I threw myself on the bed. —Widening open a little Lizzie's thighs, I could see Sarah's black haired cunt below, meeting the mossy cunt of the damsel — I put my fingers there, begged Lizzie who was restive to be quiet, incited Sarah to get her cunt as close to the girl's as she could, and they were soon so close that I got two fingers up Sarah's cunt, and the thumb of the same hand touched Lizzie's, tho with difficulty.
Then baudiness reigned supreme. I was delighted. “Rub your cunts together,” said I after a minute's fingering. “We can't.” — “Try, rub your cunts to-gether and I will give you a sovereign.” “What do you mean?” She was still holding the girl in her arms. “Oh! how modest, you know all — did you never have pleasure with a woman by flat fucking her? rub away at Liz, hold her quite tight — squeeze your quim up to hers, teach her, she'd like to know every thing, and a man can't teach her that,” said I now wild with lust.
Sarah kissed Lizzie without ceasing, it was one long unbroken sound of osculation, and began heaving her buttocks and wriggling, but I saw she was shamming. — “I am not going to give you a sovereign to be hum-bugged,” said I and putting my hand down between both their thighs, I pushed two of my fingers into Sarah's cunt again.
My fingers seemed to stir Sarah's lewedness. Wriggling and kissing Lizzie passionately, she said, “Never mind him, let me darling — do.” — The girl told by me to let Sarah do what she liked lay quiet, the little one's legs were held by Sarah's big legs, and she wriggled and fucked whilst I kept my fingers at work in her cunt as well as I could. There lay the big woman clinging to Liz, twisting and writhing, wriggling and sighing, kissing the girl with passion, thrusting out her tongue, and almost burying her fingers between the girl's buttocks. It was a very long embrace, and neither of them took heed of me now. — Liz was obedient, Sarah's eyes were closed except at intervals. Instinctivly at last, Lizzie grasped Sarah's haunches. With a sigh. — “Oh — do it — darling — ah — ai — aha.” — Sarah relaxed her hold and was quiet. I knew well from the look of her face, from that changing of colour when she spent that she had spent now; the witness had spread over it which was an unfailing evidence.
The lasciviety of the scene, the intense enjoyment of Sarah urged me on — I now lusted for Sarah. — “Get off, Liz — is your cunt wet? is Sarah's wet? I'll fuck you, Sally.” Sarah opened her eyes and looked at me remarking “That bugger knows every thing.” Then lifting her thighs she again began squeezing Lizzie and rubbing against her. “I'll fuck you, Sally.” She took no notice but writhed as hard as she could embracing the girl. “I've only begun,” said she. “She's a darling.” — Randy to madness I pulled Lizzie off, and the next instant was up Sarah's cunt. — Lizzie laid by the side — on to her little cunt went my fingers, feeling, groping the little most slippery article, till I emitted what sperm was left in me up Sarah's vagina. Then Sarah with my libation in her, clutched Liz like a fury, and got her between her thighs. In vain she struggled, the big woman held her fast, their cunts met, and Sarah had her Sapphic delight, screeching out, so that the lodgers below would have heard enough had they been listening. But Sarah in her maddening pleasure forgot all about them then. She was groggy.
After that night I talked with Sarah about her liking for the girl, and about flat fucking. Sarah neither then screwed nor lewed, avoided the subject, said she had only done it for a lark and had no letch for anything of the sort, but preferred a prick to any other kind of solace for her cunt. On other occasions I told Sarah all I had read and knew — that I thought no worse of a woman for having a woman, than I did of a man for frigging a man. “Your cunt's your own, and if two cunts agree to frictionize each other, it is a perfectly legitimate pleasure.” Little by little she admitted much — but considering that I had spent in and on her in every way possible for nearly four years, I had difficulty in getting her to admit her liking for flat fucking Liz. — She never did quite admit it. — She had done it once or twice she said, when screwed but had no taste for it. She liked a good, thick, stiff prick up her. Freely brandy and watering Sarah one night and dosing Liz with Scotch ale, I got a repetition of the Lesbian game, and completed the evening by fucking both the females.
It was long before I could make Liz believe that my prick wouldn't stand as often as I wanted. — “How do it come out when it knocks in me so.” — Her language in describing anything erotic was most peculiar and amusing —I let her frig me once, and see the ejaculation of my sperm. — She frigged clumsily as all young girls and many women do, and I had to guide her hand. — “Look it's coming — aha! look quite close.” I was full that night, and my sperm shot up on to her face. I had intended that it should. The anticipation of it jetting on to her pretty features had delighted me. — She let go my prick. — “It spits,” said she, “it's hit me — you made it do it on purpose — it's dirty.” “My love, sperm is never dirty.” — She laid hold of my dwindling organ retracting the skin, and more sperm fell from it. She dropped my doodle again. — “I thought it was going to spit again.” — I told her it never spit unless it was stiff. She would afterwards look at my cock when stiff, and give it one or two clumsy frigs, but never finished me, and frigging was not to my taste except under unusual erotic excitement, yet I did it occasionally.