Again I put them with bellies to the front, made them open and close their cunts by word of command, and dildo each other, and Nell as well (the dildoes were not strapped on) and there was no fucking till I was tired of this. Then Nell sucked my prick to a good erection, each one in her turn took it into her mouth, until it clamoured for its share of pleasure — eye, hand and mind, being already satisfied.
Then turning the three rumps again towards me, having first placed Nelly on her back on the bed, I set the middle woman to gamahuche her. She had the biggest pouters, and hairiest notch, more so than I liked, yet somehow this shaggy cunt delighted me, and I drove my prick up it. Then with hands right and left I put dildoes up the other two, ramming them up and down, whilst vigorously I rammed my prick up my woman. Soon nothing was heard but the lapping of the tongue on Nelly's quim, the murmurs of pleasure of my fuckee and of Nelly. “Fuck, — spunk” — I cried, “Say fuck, — talk baudy all of you.” — All in baudy chorus, then, — all but the cunt licker sang out, whilst Nelly spent, my hairy bumholed French woman spent, and I spent up her.
I hadn't even then finished. Fatigued with fucking and excitement, still libidinous wants rose up one after the other, more than it was possible to satisfy. But it was early, and I remained keeping the four women naked or nearly so, sent for champagne without stint and all drank till all were frisky and noisy, ready for any obscenity (objectionable word). We kept up a blazing fire. One woman went out for a friend wanted her, she went to be fucked, promising to return quickly — a promise she kept. “His balls were full, he spent quick, was an old friend,” she said. “Why didn't you come up with your cunt full,” said I. — “You didn't ask me cochon.” — I felt sorry for having missed the sight, it had not occurred to me till that moment to require it.
Four hours had run away, all were tight, all lewed, they'd felt each other's cunts, two had frigged them-selves, one had frigged another, Nelly had returned her gamahuche, my prick had been into every cunt and in every mouth. I laid them on the bed with me, one on each side, one stood upright over me as I lay, so that I could see her cunt, and Nelly gamahuched me, whilst I felt the cunts of the two laying by my side. Then I departed, exhausted, with empty balls, with empty purse and a headache. The orgy was over, and I shall never forget it. It was unpremeditated. Had I been clapped I should not have known to whom I owed it.
Occasional amusements brought me on to late spring, then one night at the A*g**e rooms, H*l*n M***w**d spoke to me. I had several times been there solely to look at her, each time she seemed more beautiful than ever, yet beyond nodding or saying, “How do you do,” we held no conversation, for she was always surrounded by men. I used to sit thinking of her charms with swollen pego, then either found outside a lady, or twice selected one in the room, so that H*l*n could see, and ostentatiously quitted the salon with her. I felt a savage pleasure in doing so. — A species of senseless revenge.
Sitting by my side, “You've not been to see me again.” — “No.” — “Why?” — “I'm not rich enough.” — “Nonsense, you've got some other woman.” — “None.” — “Come up.” — “No, I'll let no woman ruin me.” — We conversed further, she got close to me, her sweet smell penetrated me, and spite of myself I promised to see her next day.
She had changed her abode, had a larger house, three servants and a brougham. I had a sleepless night thinking of coming felicity, and on a lovely spring after- noon, hot as if in the midst of summer, she was awaiting me with an open silk wrapper on, beneath it but a laced chemise so diaphanous, that I could see her flesh and the color of her motte through it. Her exquisite legs were in white silk, and she'd the nattiest kid boots on her pretty little, well cambered feet. She was a delicious spectacle in her rooms, through the windows of which both back and front were green trees and gardens.
“Say I'm not at home to any one,” said she to the maid. Then to me, “So you have come.” — “Did you doubt me?” — “No, I think you're a man who keeps his word.” Then on the sofa we sat, and too happy for words I kissed her incessantly. She got my rampant cock out and laughing said, “It's quite stiff enough.” — “Let me feel you love,” said I putting my hand between her thighs. — “Why don't you say, cunt?” — again I was silent in my voluptuous amusement, kissing and twiddling the surface of her adorable cleft. “Oh let us poke.” — “Why do you say poke — say fuck,” said she moving to the bed and lying down.
“Let me look at your lovely cunt.” She moved her haunches to the bedside and pulled her chemise well up, proud of her beauty. Dropping on my knees I looked at the exquisite temple of pleasure, it was perfection, and in a second my mouth was glued to it. I licked and sucked it, I smelt it and swallowed its juice, I could have bitten and eaten it, had none of dislike to the saline taste which I've had with some women, no desire to wipe the waste saliva from my mouth as it covered the broad surface of the vulva in quantity, but swallowed all, it was nectar to me, and sucked raptur- ously till, “That will do I won't spend so — fuck me” — said she jutting her cunt back from my mouth.
Quickly I arose and was getting on the bed when, “No — take your things off — all off, — be naked, it's quite hot — I'll shut the window,” which she did, and throwing off her chemise sat herself at the edge of the bed till I was ready. — “Take off your shirt.” — As I removed it, she laid on the bed with thighs apart, the next second my pego was buried in her, and our naked bodies with limbs entwined were in the fascinating movements of fucking. What heaven, — what paradise! — but alas, how evanescent. In a minute with tongues joined, I shed my seed into that lovely avenue, which tightened and spent its juices with me. She enjoyed it, for she was a woman voluptuous to her marrow, my naked form had pleased her I was sure, not that she said that then, she was too clever a Paphian for that.
We lay tranquilly in each other's arms till our fleshy union was dissolved. She then — as she washed — “Aren't you going to wash?” — “I'll never wash away anything which has come out of your cunt you beautiful devil, let it dry on, I wish I could lick it off.” — “You should have licked me before I washed my cunt, you baudy beast,” — she rejoined laughing.
She then came and stood naked by the bedside. — “Aren't you going to get up?” — fearing her reply. “Let me have you again,” — I said. — She laughed and gave me a towel — “Dry your prick — you can't do it again.” — “Can't I, — look?” My pego was nearly full size. She got on to the bed, laid hold of it, and passed one thigh over my haunch, my fingers titillated her clitoris for a minute, and so we lay lewedly handling each other. Then our bodies were one again, and a fuck longer, more intense in its mental pleasure, more full of idealities, more complete in its physical enjoyment to me, was over within a quarter of an hour after I had had her the first time. — Nor did she hurry me, but we lay naked, with my prick in her lovely body, in the somnolence of pleasure and voluptuous fatigue, a long time, speechless.
Both washed, she piddled (how lovely she looked doing it), put on her chemise and I my shirt. Recollecting my first visit and her hurry, “Now I suppose you want your fiver and me to clear out” — said I bitterly and taking hold of my drawers, for I felt a love almost for her and said that I was only so much money in her eyes. — “I didn't say so, lie down with me.” — Side by side on the bed we lay again.
She was now inquisitive. Hadn't I really a lady whom I visited, she knew that I'd had Miss * * * * * * and Polly * * * I had had, she'd spoken about me to them. — Why didn't I see her. Hadn't I a lady, now tell her — I only repeated what's already told. — Then the vulgar money business cropped up. — No, she never had and never would let a man have her, for less than a fiver. Going to a drawer, she showed me a cheque for thirty pounds and a letter of endearments. “That's come to-day, and he only slept with me two nights.”