I neglected my studies absolutely; all I thought about was her, and how
to get at her, it must have been a week or more before I did. Ready for
any risk, that day my mother was out, I came home, had the early dinner;
the cook after that always went up to dress, or as she said, clean
herself, and there she always was an hour. Waiting till I heard her go
up, I went into the garden parlour, where as usual Charlotte was with
my little brother. Going at her directly, I was refused, but now how
different, once she would not rest until my hand was altogether away
from her. Now I begged and besought her, with my hand up her clothes,
my fingers on her quim. No--if we had not been found out before, we were
fortunate, but never, never, would she do it again; was I mad? did I
wish to ruin her? was not the cook upstairs? might she not come down,
whilst we did it? how light the room was (the sun was coming in).
I dropped the blinde, her resistance grew less, as her cunt felt my
twiddling. "No--now no--oh what a plague you are; hush! it is the cook."
I open the door, listen, there is no one stirring. "What will she think
if she finds you here?" "What does it matter; now do--let me,--I'll bolt
the door, if she comes I will get under the sofa, you say you don't know
how it got bolted." Such was my innocent device, but it sufficed,
for both were hot in lust. I bolted it. My prick is out, I pull her
reluctant hand on to it, my hands are groping now, but too impatient for
dallying, I push her down on the sofa--that dear cunt. "Don't hurt me so
much again, oh don't push so hard." Oh! what delight! in a minute we are
spending, together this time.
I unlock the door, go back to the dining-room, she strolls out into the
garden, cook speaks to her out of the window. "Where is master Wattie?"
"In the dining-room I suppose." Soon out I stroll into the garden,
play with Tommy of course, she can scarcely look me in the face, she is
blushing like a rose. "Was it not lovely, Charlotte, is not your thing
wet?" In she rushes with Tom, soon I follow, cook is still upstairs.
"Come, be quick." Again the bolt, again we fuck, she walks off into the
garden with Tommy, and her cunt full, and cook and she chat from the
window. How we laughed about it afterwards.
Modesty retired after this, we gave way to our inclinations, she
refusing but always letting me if we got a chance! We were still green
and timid, at the end of three weeks we only had done it a dozen times
or so, always with the cook in the house, always with fear. I was
longing for complete enjoyment of all my senses, had never yet seen
her cunt, except for a minute at a time, was mad for "the naked limb
entwined with limb," and all I had read of in amatory poetry. I had
gained years in boldness and manhood, and although nervous, began to
practice what I had heard.
I heard of accommodation houses, where people could have bed-rooms and
no questions were asked; and found one not far from my aunt's, although
she lived in the best quarter of London. Just before Charlotte's day
out, I went to my aunt, complained of my mother's meanness, and she gave
me a sovereign. On my way home, I loitered a full hour in the street
with the baudy house, marked it so as to know it in the day, and saw
couples go in, as my knowing friend who had told said I should. The next
day instead of going to college, and risking discovery, I waited till
Charlotte joined me, took a hackney coach to the street, and
telling Charlotte it was a tavern walked to the door with her, to my
astonishment it was closed. Disconcerted I nearly turned back, but rang
the bell. Charlotte said she would not go in. The door opened, a woman
said, "Why did you not push the door?" Oh! the shame I felt as I went
into that baudy house with Charlotte; the woman seemed to hesitate, or
so I fancied, before she gave us a room.
It was a gentleman's house, although the room cost but five shillings:
red curtains, looking-glasses, wax lights, clean linen, a huge chair, a
large bed, and a cheval-glass, large enough for the biggest couple to
be reflected in, were all there. I examined all with the greatest
curiosity, but my curiosity was greater for other things, of all the
delicious voluptuous recollections, that day stands among the brightest;
for the first time in my life I saw all a womans' charms, and exposed my
own manhood to one; both of us knew but little of the opposite sex. With
difficulty I got her to undress to her chemise, then with but my shirt
on, how I revelled in her nakedness, feeling from her neck to her
ankles, lingering with my fingers in every crack and cranny of her body;
from armpits to cunt, all was new to me. With what fierce eyes after
modest struggles, and objections to prevent, and I had forced open her
reluctant thighs, did I gloat on her cunt; wondering at its hairy outer
covering and lips, its red inner flaps, at the hole so closed up, and
so much lower down and hidden, then I thought it to be; soon at its look
and feel, impatience got the better of me; hurredly I covered it with
my body and shed my sperm in it. Then with what curiosity I paddled my
fingers in it afterwards, again to stiffen, thrust, wriggle, and spend.
All this I recollect as if it occurred but yesterday, I shall recollect
it to the last day of my life, for it was a honey-moon of novelty, years
afterwards I often thought of it when fucking other women.
We fell asleep, and must have been in the room some hours, when we
awakened about 3 o'clock. We had eaten nothing that day, and both were
hungry; she objected to wash before me, or to piddle; how charming it
was to overcome that needless modesty, what a treat to me to see that
simple operation. We dressed and left, went to a quietish public-house,
and had some simple food and beer, which set me up, I was ready to do
all over again, and so was she. We went back to the house and again
to bed, the woman smiled when she saw us, the feeling, looking,
tittillating, baudy inciting and kissing recommenced. With what
pleasure she felt and handled my prick, nor did she make objection to
my investigations into her privates, though saying she would not let me.
Her thighs opened, showing the red-lipped, hairy slit, I kissed it, she
kissed my cock, nature taught us both what to do. Again we fucked,
I found it a longish operation, and when I tried later again, was
surprised to find that it would not stiffen for more than a minute, and
an insertion failed. I found out that day that there were limits to
my powers. Both tired out, our day's pleasure over, we rose and took a
hackney coach towards home, I went in first, she a quarter of an hour
afterwards, and everything passed off as I could have wished.
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