"Walter"

“ A pull up of the stockings and garters, disclosed other glimpses of the thighs and surroundings. Then she sat on the pot, pissed and looked at me, whilst I sat in fear, saying nothing, doing nothing, my cock shrivelled to the size of a gooseberry, and longing to go away. The whole affair was unlike anything I had seen or dreamed of, a quiet business-like, yet voluptuous air was about it, which confused me; it affected my senses deliciously in one way, but all the horrors about gay women were conjured up in my imagination at the same time. ”

“ I would not again be in the room with a man, but she arranged to let me see through a hole made in the door, herself f***ed by another man, which I immensely enjoyed, but had not the sight repeated. I even used to hate the idea of her being f***ed by any one but myself; not that I had anything in the way of love or liking for her, which might have been termed affection. ”

“ She yielded in the way a French woman does to all a man wishes; almost anticipating them. The black hair under her arm-pits first came in for my admiration, then her eyes, her bubbies came in for their share, as raising myself on an elbow, my p*ick still up her, I looked and felt all over her, I even opened her mouth and felt her teeth which were splendid. ”

“ She was an English woman. Camille suggested I should have her; the old woman demurred, but Camille settled (and I really used to do almost what she advised) , that I should have her and look at the grey cu*t at the same time. So it came about; but when half up to spunking time, Camille said, "Take it out of me and put it into her." When a p*ick stands and novelty is in the way it rushes at it. ”

“ That was older than my mother, and I could not think of it; but the conversation was renewed. "She has got as much hair as me, but quite grey, nearly white, and she is. a nice clean woman; have us both, and you can see the black and white together."
So a fattish middle-aged woman certainly fifty and who seemed to me sixty, came; her hair was nearly white, Camille lent her stockings and chemise to make her decent I suppose, and the old woman who spoke scarcely a word, but drank furiously, turned up to me. ”

“ At intervals when worn out with spending, or disinclined to find the money, needed for this endless variety of women and cu*t-hunting; I frequently spent evenings quietly in Camille's society. I got from her information about habits of women, in a way which is not often given to young men by gay women; learned that women thrust sponges up their cu*ts, to prevent men finding out they had their courses on. ”

“ Out came my p*ick, up it went, her duff and belly in sight now, till I spent in her, and promising to see her again I left. One does not get silk stockings, laced chemise, four wax lights and three f***s for a pound now, if rooms be well furnished, or not.
I saw her the next day, then saw her almost daily. Little by little I took to calling at all times, and sleeping with her. The more I had her, the more I liked her. She was a very nice woman in most ways, I scarcely ever found her untidy, dirty, or slammerkin. ”

“ How well they under-stand the nature and wants of the man who is up them; hers was the manner of a quiet woman, who had been some time without a p*ick, it was so like baudy nature in a lady, that I was in the seventh Heaven, "don't hurry" ”

“ Then rising on my knees, I looked between her legs, at the splendid thicket of black hair. Far from attempting to get up, or prevent me, she opened her thighs wider, I pulled aside the cu*t-lips, there rolling out from a dark carmine orifice was my essence. At the sight of it, up came my p*ick, still dripping, and up it went into the sperm-lined passage.
My second f*** over, she washed. No sooner was that done, than I wanted to see it all over again. "You are very fond of women", she said, "I thought you had never had a woman before." ”

“ The two girls on the top of each other, I thought a baudy amusement, and did not believe until after years, that flat f***ing was practicable, and practised, with sexual pleasure.
Then should I like to see a man? ”

“ The natural impatience of my age, and my few opportune-ties, had led me to bring my women to the bed, throw up their clothes, pull open their legs, give a rapid glance at their thighs, belly and cu*t fringe, by which time my p*ick was nodding and throbbing. ”