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  It was an affair of half a dozen shoves, a wriggle, a gush, and I had enjoyed her. Then I became tranquil enough to think of the woman, in whose vagina I had taken my pleasure. Resting on one arm and feeling her all over with one hand, I looked at her, and she at me. I said a few endearing words, as she lay tranquilly with my cock still stiff and up her.

  I could have done it again right off, but had not yet looked at her hidden charms, and desire to inspect her quim made me draw out my cock and rise on my knees between her legs. Few strange women like their cunt looked at, when sperm is running out of it. She pushed down her chemise, I got off her, and then without saying a word she washed. When I had washed my cock it was as stiff as ever. I went to the side of the bed where she had just begun piddling, and held my stiff one in front of her eyes. For the time she smiled.

  She began to dress, but I told her I had only begun my amusement. I had brought bottles of champagne, for I knew how that liquor opens the hearts and the legs of women.—We got glasses and began drinking.—She drank it well and soon began to talk and laugh. When I again brought her to the bed she was an altered woman, but still did not seem to like fucking before Sarah. 'Why I have seen all you got to show often enough,' said Sarah angrily.—On the bed now for a good look at the cunt.—It was big one.—An inch of fat at least covered the split, stoutish middle-aged women get I think fat cunt lips, and hers was very large.—She had a very strongly developed clitoris, and such a lot of light hair. Large and fat as the cunt was, I do not recollect if the prick hole was large or little but know that I enjoyed her as much as a man possibly could. I delighted in laying my hand between two, long, fat cunt lips—I rolled over her, played with and kissed her from her thighs to her eyes, frigged her clitoris till she wriggled, and as at length my prick slipped up her cunt again, she whispered, 'What a devil you are.' She pushed her tongue out, mine met it, and then all was over.—She wagged her big arse vigorously when spending.

  Ballocks and cunt again cleared of sperm, to the champagne we again went.—Sarah had not yet undressed, I had almost forgotten her. Now I made her strip, and my two big women were nearly together.—A little more pfiz and we were all on the spree.—Eliza still had the manner of a woman accustomed to expose her charms, but insisted on by me and Sarah who seemed to have control over her, off went her chemise at last.—Off went my shirt—and there we all stood naked.

  I never before had two such big women together and did with them all that my baudy fancy prompted.—I put them belly to belly, then bum to bum.—Then standing up before the glass. I put my prick between their two bums, making them squeeze it between their buttocks whilst I groped both cunts, and frigged at once both of them. Then putting Eliza at the side of the bed with open thighs, I put Sarah between them as if she were a man—and pushing my prick between her thighs just touched her split.—She laid hold of my prick and slipped it up her own cunt.—But I did not mean that, and pulled it out.—Then I had them both side by side on the bed, and scarcely knew which of the gaping cunts to put into, but the fair haired one again had my attention. Then I put Sarah upside down on the bed so that her arse and cunt were near the pillow, one leg partly doubled up, and one cocked up against the back of the bed, and looking at her thus I fucked Eliza by her side. Sarah said she must frig herself and set to work doing it, whilst with the one hand stretched back she played round my prick stem in Eliza's cunt which was tightening under the pleasure of my shoving and probing. Eliza's amativeness had been awakened, she clasped me tightly with her large white arms, kissed and thrust her tongue into my mouth, in a state of the fullest voluptuous enjoyment.

  We finished the champagne and sent out for sandwiches, stout, and brandy.—I had taken the room for the night.—Sarah never was, and her companion was not in a hurry now. We ate, drank, and got more erotic.—Eliza's fat bum was on my naked thighs. She put her hand on my prick, and grasping it for a minute whispered, 'Come and do it again.'—Sarah said, 'What are you whispering about?'—She had looking at times annoyed at my taking no notice of her.—Again I put Eliza on the bed.—Sarah who had alternately been quiet and then baudy, said, 'It's my turn, why don't you poke me?'—'You will have it another night.'—She then got on to the bed, and on to the top of Eliza, kissed her rapturously, got between her thighs, and my two big beauties were like man and woman in each other's arms.—Eliza threw up her legs until her heels were on Sarah's back. Sarah nestling her belly close up to her, the hair of their two cunts intermingled.—Sarah's arse wriggled in a quiet way. 'Don't now—don't'—said the other—Sarah took no heed, wriggled on, then lay quiet, and after a time rolled gently off Eliza, left the bed, and sat down in the arm chair.—I looked at her very white face. 'You've spent,' I said—she laughed.

  I fucked Eliza then, and laying with prick in her asked her in a whisper to meet me again. 'I cannot, I dare not,' said she.—I could not get out of her her name, or where to find her again.

  Eliza was now half screwed. No sooner had I fucked her than she began squeezing my prick.—She opened her large thighs, placed my finger on her clitoris, kissed my prick, thrust her tongue in my mouth, and did every thing which a randy-arsed woman does to get more fucking.—I fucked her four or five times, perhaps more, and till neither she nor Sarah could make my cock stand. The house was closed, off I went, but not until Eliza had gone long.—Sarah insisted on that.—Then said Sarah, 'I'm not going without a poke.' With infinite trouble she got a fuck out of me, and both of us groggy, we separated.

  Some nights after talking of Eliza, whose legs in boots and silk stockings had charmed me, Sarah laughed.—'Why, they were mine, I lent them to her.' Then I recollected that Sarah had not had her usual boots on.

  I wished her to get me Eliza again. She refused. I said I would find her out.—She was sure I should not!—I went to one or two places on the chance of finding her, and Sarah laughed when I told her.—I used to get awfully randy when I thought of the two big women naked together. 'She is not gay, altho you may think so, it was only because she was so dreadfully hard up that she came,' Sarah averred.

  'If she wasn't gay, she did all I asked her.' 'As she was getting screwed, and I had told her what you expected her to do.' 'And she spent like fun after the first time.' 'Oh yes I saw, and I told her about it afterwards.' 'Where did she go that night?' 'To my lodgings, and slept with me.' 'If you don't bring her, I won't see you any more,'—and for a fortnight I did not—I used to go up to her in the street and ask her. She said she couldn't even if she would.—'You are lucky to have had her at all.' 'I paid handsomely.' 'If you hadn't you would never have had her.'—I expect that now and then married women make a bit of money by their cunts.

  Then things went on as before, but as I pulled Sarah's cunt about, I used to compare it with Eliza's.—Sarah seemed to me to know Eliza's cunt as well as if it had been her own.

  Just then Sarah met the man with the donkey prick, whom she told me did then exactly what he had done before with her. This recital made me wild with desire.—I told her I would give her something handsome, if she could find a house, where I could see couples fucking. She had heard there was one, those who knew would not tell, and some time slipped away.—With a smiling face one night she said, 'If you don't mind a sovereign for the room, and shillings afterwards for each couple you see, I know where you can get what you want.'—Off we went the following night to the house, and through a carefully prepared hole beneath a picture frame, I had a complete view of a nice room.—The washing place, bed (no sofa), looking-glass, fire place, were all in sight. In fact only that side of the room in which the eye hole was made in the partition, was not perfectly visible.

  I recollect that first night well.—The woman of the house said to me, 'You won't tell people you?'—Then—'Put out your light when you are looking.'—There was gas in the room.—'Don't make a noise—and don't look till you hear, or think they are on the bed.'—Then she lifted a picture up on to a higher nail in the partition, which disclosed a small hole.—Then she went into
the other room, and did the same to a picture there. It was in a huge, old fashioned, projecting gilt frame, which when hung higher up, just cleared the hole but well shadowed it.—There was one good, strong, gas burner in the room, but no candle to enable people to pry about with.

  The hole was so high up, that it was necessary to stand on a sofa placed just against the partition. There was no fire in our room when first I went there, and it was dark at about seven o'clock, Sarah had gone in first.—The woman when she had got my sovereign said, 'I don't suppose anyone will be there till about eight o'clock.'

  I undressed Sarah, and sat in excitement feeling her about, and looking at her legs, and talking.—I heard couples going into lower rooms, and the woman saying, 'This way, sir'—a gruff voice reply,—'I won't go so high.'—At length a couple entered. Sarah turned down the gas in our room, and up I got on the sofa. Oh my delight—how I wish it were to come over again. There was a fine young man and a niceish young woman—I watched them with an intensity of lust quite indescribable.—I saw him first pay her, she take off her things, piss, and then stand naked expectantly. He took off his trousers, she took hold of his prick, and he felt her cunt.—Then it was kiss, feel, and frig on both sides. I could hear him ask questions, and she reply. Then he put her down on a chair, and pushed his noble prick up against her but not up her. Then he brought her to the side of the bed. I saw her thighs distended, a dark haired cunt opened and looked at. He pushed his prick up it and had a plunge or two. (His back was towards me then.) Apparently not satisfied, he then pushed her straight on the bed—got on himself, laid by the side of her, and then I saw his prick in all its glory.—She wanted to handle it, he would not let her, but fingered her cunt with his hand nearest to her.

  At length kneeling between her thighs I saw it again in all its prominence, stiff and nodding—until dropping on to her belly, it was hidden from my sight.—I watched the heavings and thrustings—the saucers which came in his arse cheeks, and disappeared as he thrust up and withdrew his penis, her thighs move up, and then her legs cross over his, as she heaved to meet his strokes.—Then the shoves became mere wriggles, then were loud exclamations of pleasure, then all was still. His limbs stretched out, her legs came tranquilly down to the side of his, a long kiss or two was heard, then absolute silence.—It was a delicious sight.

  Almost before he had finished, I had put the cork in the hole in the partition, pulled Sarah to the side of the bed, felt her cunt, and was about to put up it, when alas I spent all over her outside, on thighs and cunt, then with my cock still dripping I got on the sofa again.—Sarah with me, for she seemed to enjoy looking as much as I did.

  He had risen on to his knees between her thighs, and held his prick in his right hand, I could just see its red tip.—'Don't move, I'll fuck you again.' 'Well, you must give me some more.' 'I will give you five shillings.' 'Very well, shall I wash?' 'No stay as you are.'—Slowly his bum sunk on to his heels—his head peered forward—his left hand went to her cunt.—'My spunk's running out,' he said. 'Oh you beast.' He flopped down on her without another word—and I saw by the action of his buttocks that he was driving his pego up her.—His hands clasped her again, I saw the saucers in his arse—his short shoves—her wriggles and jerks—and heard her sighs and 'oha's.' Then soon his silence shewed that his pleasure was complete.

  During all this I kept telling Sarah in a whisper what I saw—she got as impatient as me and wanted to see as much.—It often was, 'Let me have a look.' 'I shan't.' 'What is she doing?'

  'She is doing so and so,'—then I let her peep and she would tell me.—I sat on the sofa whilst she was standing and looking, grasped her arse, put my lips on her cunt, and pulled her towards me, giving utterance to all sorts of baudy extravagances in whispers.—It is odd it occurs to me, that all she wanted to see was what the woman was doing—what I principally wanted to see was what the man was doing.—At all times that I was at that peep hole, the same feelings were predominant in both of us.

  The man was pleased, gave the extra money, told her he would meet her again, washed his prick and went off—she leisurely washed her cunt, and off she went—then lighting the gas, I ballocked Sarah—not letting my sperm be wasted outside this time.—'It's exciting,' said she, 'I have not seen such a thing since the night you had the fine, tall, fair woman—and it makes me as randy as be damned' (her favourite expression). We finished fucking just in time for another couple. We saw three couples the first night.

  I am not going to tell all I saw—much of it was common-place fucking enough—yet some had the charm of novelty, and altho I was there perhaps in the course of a year or two, in all fifty or sixty times, and saw nearly a hundred and fifty couples fucking, never grew tired of seeing.

  The most amusing thing to me was that Sarah wanted to see so much.—After a time I put her occasionally with her back against the partition, and my prick up her—and then applying my eye to the hole over her shoulder, fucked her, and looked at the fucking couple in the room, until I lost sight of them, in the excitement of my own physical pleasure.

  That was a risky thing to do for they could have heard us, as well as we did them. But usually the couples were so absorbed by lewdness, so preoccupied by fucking or anticipation of it, that they rarely seemed to notice anything.

  Two or three weeks after I had used this peep hole, Sarah said she had again met the man with the titanic prick.—We had by that time got so intimate, that she told me any funny adventures she had with men.—He had behaved in just the same manner to her, and was to meet her that day week.—'Oh! I long to see him with you—bring him to the next room,'—and it was so arranged.—The spying room was to be kept for me—the back room I was to pay a pound for, and it was to be kept for Sarah. The old baud knew what we were up to.—I told Sarah to keep the man as long as she could, whether he paid much or little (he gave her treble what I did), and above all to manage so that I could see his prick well.

  The evening came, I was there before the time, and thought that they were never coming.—At length I saw them enter—I had been in a fever lest it should not come off.—The whole evening's spectacle is photographed on my brain.—I recollect almost every word that was said.—What I did not hear, Sarah told me afterwards, tho that was but little.

  'Take off your things,' said he.—Sarah undressed to her chemise.—His back was towards me, his hand was evidently on his prick.—'Ain't you going to take your clothes off, you had better—you can do it nicer.'—He evidently had not intended that, but yielded to her suggestion.—When in his shirt he went up to her, she gradually turned round so that her back and his face were towards me, and her movement was so natural that no one could have guessed her object, altho I did.—Moving then slightly on one side, she put her hands to his shirt, lifted the tail, and out stood the largest prick I ever saw. 'Oh what a giant you've got,' said she.—He laughed loudly.—'Is it not, did you ever see a bigger?' 'No, but your balls are not so big.' 'No; but they are big.' 'No,' she said. 'You can't see them,'—and he put one leg on a chair,—Sarah stooped and looked under them.—Whilst doing so, he tried to give her a whack on her head with his prick—and laughed loudly at his own fun.—'Why,' said Sarah, 'if your balls were equal in size to your prick, you wouldn't be able to get them into your trousers.'—He laughed loudly, saying, 'They're big enough—there is plenty of spunk in them.'

  Sarah went on admiring it, smoothing it with her hand, pulling up and down the foreskin and keeping it just so that I had a full view. 'You are hairy,' said she, rubbing his thigh.—Then I noticed he was hairy on his legs, which was very ugly.—'Yes, do you like hairy-skinned men?' 'I hate a man smooth like a woman—take off your shirt and let me see.' 'It's cold.' 'Come close to the fire then.'—She talked quite loudly purposely, tho it was scarcely needed. His voice was a clear and powerful one.—Without seeming anxious about it, but flattering him, she managed to get his shirt off and he stood naked.—He was a tall man, very well-built, and hairy generally. Masses hung from his breast
s, it darkened his arms. It peeped out like beards from his armpits, it spread from his balls half way up his belly, he had a dark beard, and thick black hair.—In brief he was a big, powerful, hairy, ugly fellow, but evidently very proud of his prick, and all belonging to him. Her flattering remarks evidently pleased him highly, and he turned round as she wished him, to let her see him well all over.—His prick which had been stiff had fallen down, for instead of thinking of the woman, he was now thinking of himself; but it was when hanging, I should say, six inches long, and thick in proportion. 'Dam it, it's cold, we are not so accustomed to strip like you women.'—Then he put his shirt on and began business.

  He made her strip and told her to go to the bedside. She went to the end and leaned over it with backside towards him.—He tucked his shirt well up, came behind her, and with his prick which had now stiffened and seemed nine inches long (I really think longer), hit her over her buttocks as if with a stick. It made a spanking noise as it came against her flesh. Then he shoved it between her thighs, brought it out again, and went on thwacking her buttocks with it.—'Don't it hurt you?' she asked him turning her head round towards the peep hole.—'Look here,' said he. Going to a round small mahogany table and taking the cloth off it—he thwacked, and banged his prick on it, and a sound came as if the table had been hit with a stick.—'It does not hurt me,' he said.—I never was so astonished in my life.

  'I mean to fuck you,' said he. 'That you shan't, you will hurt any woman.'—Again he roared with laughter.—'Suck it.' 'I shan't.'—Again he laughed.—Then he made her lean on a chair, and again banged his prick against her arse.—Then he sat down, and pulled her on to him, so that his prick came up between her thighs just in front of her quim.—'I wish there was a big looking-glass,' said he. 'Why did you come here, there was one at the other house.'—Sarah said this was nicer and cleaner, and he had said he wanted a quiet house.—'Ah, but I shan't come here again, I don't like the house.'