Yet as her cunt after several trials didn't fit me, we discontinued seeing her. She was soon after again kept by a gentleman, the abbess said. — She was a conversable woman, and no doubt her cunt had found a suitable partner. — Some cunts never seem to fit me — others are delicious.

A couple of years nearly had passed since the erotic quartette. We often talked about it and H. wished we could play the same games again, but I had no such intention nor could afford it. I saw however from the tone our conversation took, that she wanted to have an-other man. “Shouldn't you like to see me fucked? I should like to feel your prick whilst he fucked me,” and so on.

We talked so before the abbess one day, who said “and I know one who is dying to have her.” Then it transpired that a frequenter of the house had seen H*** when going away one day, and had fallen violently in love with her. “Has he a big prick?” asked H. eagerly. The abbess said he had, that he was a gentleman, a barrister, but poor. We talked over this and agreed to have him. He was spoken to, and it was ultimately arranged that we should all be masked, and that he was to fuck H. whilst I was present. The big prick, the prick she'd never seen, made H. ready for anything, and she didn't disguise the pleasure that the novelty would give her.

This took some time to bring about, they never knowing long before hand, when habitues may arrive. One afternoon the abbess said as we entered, “He's coming, I've just got a letter and have sent for a lady for him, he'll consent to masks, or anything else to have your friend.” We were a little startled at first. H. said she couldn't till she'd seen what sort of man he was. She wasn't going to let any ugly, old, common man have her.

When he arrived she went down to be introduced him, and came back approving, he was a fine tall handsome man of thirty and wanted to fuck her there and then. Her eyes glistened with lust, she had the exquisitely, voluptuous look in her face which she has when randy. I layed down the conditions. He was to be naked all but his shirt, I to see his prick, and feel it if I liked. — “No,” said the abbess, “he won't allow that.” — “Then he shan't have her.” — Down the abbess went and returning said that I might feel him if I liked. — “Let him come,” — said I impatiently. Up he came with mask on and soon divested himself of his clothes. H. without mask sat on his knee and pulled about a grand, stiff tool, triumphantly, whilst he fingered her quim. He was well made but rather hairy on his legs which I didn't like — many men are hairy legged.

Then she played one or two baudy tricks, and lastly turned her bum to him whilst he sat on a chair and got his prick up her. I sitting on a low chair opposite saw it hidden in her cunt, his balls hanging outside, his hands round her belly, one finger rubbing her clitoris. — “Aha, go to the bed,” murmured he. He didn't at-tempt to disguise his voice as I did. To the bed they went where side by side she fondled his love staff, then he mounted her. — “You shan't fuck me with that on,” said she, and suddenly pulled off his mask and dropped it on the floor. He cared about nothing now but possessing her, put his prick in her cunt rapidly, whilst she raised the thigh nearest the bedside high up, so that I who approached the bed could see his prick ramming between her cunt lips — see the in and out movement, an exciting sight.

He'd given some rapid strokes when I threw up his shirt to his waist, to see the wag of his buttocks which were white but nothing remarkably handsome, and I didn't admire a central furrow strongly haired up to his backbone, but the come and go of his priapean shaft pleased me. He gave a sigh of pleasure and then I laid hold of his testicles. — “Ho,” said he with a loud cry, and with a violent start uncunted. “Don't do that.” — “What is it?” said H., ceasing her bum wagging. — I told. — “Fuck me, put it in, let him feel them, you will like it.” Before she'd said it all, his glowing tipped machine was again hidden, his balls wagged more than ever, soon the violent movement of her thighs and buttocks heralded her coming joy, and I heard, “Fuck dear — aha — spunk,” and heard his murmurs of love. His ample balls were now soon steady over her bum-hole, and both were quiet. She with closed eyes enjoying the blissful oozings of her cunt, the soothing influence of spermatic injection, his buttocks moving with the slightest gentlest jogs, rubbing his tender gland within the innermost recesses of her sexual treasure, whilst I held his balls, he seemingly unconscious of it.

“Get off,” said she. Without a word off he got here she lay with overflowing cunt, thighs wide apart, looking lewedly at me who had withdrawn then to the bed's foot. Holding his tool as he got off of her, he picked up the mask, put it on, and went to the washing stand. H. lay with thighs apart and pointing to her cunt. I had had no intention of having her so, had said so, but the sight overwhelmed me. Going to her, she moved herself to the bedside silently, knowing the de-sires she'd evoked better than I, filled with luxurious desires herself. Next second my pego was engulphed in her lubricious avenue, I rammed like a steam engine, her eyes glared at me with lust, and both spent almost directly, whilst still he was soaping and slopping his privates, never looking round till she'd got off the bed and I stood looking out of the window. I must have spent in a minute, never had I spent more rapidly wrought up by what I had seen. Then I sat down whilst he was pulling on his trowsers.

He said not a word and would I think have left, but H., — “What do you put your things on for, ain't you going to have me again?” “Oh yes, if you will.” — “Take your trowsers off then and give me a bottle of champagne.” He did — we'd been already drinking champagne.

Again we talked and drank. She washed her cunt, again sat on his knee, played with his pego, never ceased handling it, shewing it to me. — “Feel it, isn't it a fine one?” — “No — no,” said he sharply — “you said you would let him feel it.” I felt modestly the gristly elastic propagator and then he felt mine. They kissed and toyed, his fingers on her cunt. He whispered something. — “Had I fucked her in his sperm?” — she told me afterwards. — She'd answered, “No.” — So drinking and talking, at intervals she feeling both our pricks at once, time ran away and his prick grew stiff. Then at her request he took his clothes into an-other room, remaining in his shirt and socks, and again fucked H., whilst again I held his balls, and then he left. We afterwards enjoyed each others genitals, she had her fourth spend, and with my spunk mingled with his in her cunt, we slept for a few minutes.

The abbess came into us. He was about leaving and had been extolling H.'s charms who wanting to see him before he left, quitted the room and was gone sometime. Returning, “He's fucked you again.” — I saw it from the lascivious circles round her eyes and from her manner. “Yes,” — said she in a half shamed way, “and he never made me a compliment.” — “Did you ask him?” — “No, but he might have done so, he's had me three times.” I, half disgusted and a little screwed, — “I'm glad he didn't, am surprized you wish to be treated as a whore. — You wanted a change, a fresh prick, a big one — be content.” She was very angry with me for saying “Whore” and I was with her for desiring money. — The old leven was in her still, she wanted her pleasures but to be paid for them. No doubt, the abbess got money tho she said he'd only paid for sending for the other woman and his room.

H. said she believed he'd given the abbess five pounds, and that he might have given her half a dozen pairs of gloves. A month afterwards the abbess said he was there and wanted H. but I wouldn't let her, nor did she wish to go, and never saw him afterwards.

“Fuck me,” said H. a quarter of an hour after. — “I cannot.” — “Try.” — “I can't.” — She was in full rut, one of her lascivious frenzies was on her — her eyes were voluptuous, were wildly luminous with sexual passion — but oh! So beautiful. — Laying hold of my pego she frigged it but uselessly, then talking all the time about his prick, ever and anon thrusting her tongue into my mouth, lascivious enough to stir a dead man, — she was partly screwed which increased her recklessness. — “Lick my cunt then.” — “Piss then.” — “Let me piss in your mouth, I've done so.” — “I wouldn't.” — “Lick me then.” — I began. — “Suck my prick, my darling, till its stiff, and then I'll fuck you.” — Voluptuous thrills ran thro me as I tasted the salt of her cunt. “I can't, I don't know how, I never have, but I will kiss it,” and she kissed it from bum hole to tip. Then in her raging lust she yielded to my repeated wishes, into that lovely cherry lipped mouth went my prick, whilst with my nose up her vagina, I licked her clitoris as she knelt over me and clasped her ivory buttocks. — It took effect — the gentle rub of her mouth, the smell of her cunt. — “There — it's — stiff — fuck me now.” — Agile as a monkey, she got from off my mouth on to her back, and lay with thighs wide apart, shewing the crimson gap. — She had her way. — I fucked her long, long, deliciously, whilst twice she spent to my one libation.