Having a woman in the open up against a field fence, and without seeing
her cunt, or even her face, was a novelty to me. For a long time I had
been bottling up my sperm. All fear left me, and it seemed the most
delicious fuck I ever had had. In a few pushes I spent, and kept my
belly up against hers in silent delight, till I felt sperm trickling
down over my balls. Telling me to take care of my shirt she drew her bum
back. Scarcely recovered from my pleasure and still wondering how I had
such pleasure with so poor a woman, I suppose I must have said something
of the sort, for she remarked, "Why not? we are all made the same way,
and if some of us had more cheek, we might have as good clothes as the
best, but there are plenty of real gents glad enough to have us," and so
we talked for a minute. I had not felt her and now longed to do so, but
was too timid to ask her. She turned away. I had been wiping my cock
with a silk pocket-handkerchief, to prevent any sperm getting on to my
shirt. A happy idea came. "Let me feel you, and do it again and I will
give you this silk handkerchief, for I have no more money." Laughing
and saying, "I suppose it is silk," she accepted it. I think now of the
exquisite delight, with which I felt the thighs and bum of that poor
woman, who might for all I could see, have had the great, or the
small pox, or have been as ugly as the devil; but I stroked her belly,
twiddled her wet cunt-hair (she had pissed), plunged my fingers into
her wet cunt, and at length spent again in it, with more delight, than I
have had with some of the most dashing women since that time.
After funking about pox and clap, for a few days, out I sped one evening
to try to get her again, delighted at the economical rate at which I
found it now possible to have women. But I always was liberal, and gave
her three or four shillings. Several times I had had her afterwards and
never saw her face. At length I insisted on going when I could see her.
She refused until tempted by an offer, then agreed to meet me at a
place which she named; saying, "And I will put on a clean chemise and
stockings." I met her, and found her to be about thirty-five years old,
and one of the ugliest women I ever saw.
She was so plain that all desire left me. I looked her all over, to
which she made no objection, remarking as she pulled up her clothes,
"Ah, you may look, I am as clean as any woman although I am what I am."
I went on looking at, and fiddling her about, but no erection came. She
gave an uneasy motion with her bum and said, "Oh! you are tickling
me so, why don't you get on?" I said I did not want it yet, which so
astonished her, that she sat upright, and looked at me and at my tool.
Then she made me lay down on the poor bed, and mutual feeling soon
brought me to a proper state. "Don't you be quick or you will spoil me,"
said she. Her manner was quite different from what it had been on the
high road, it was amorous. I forgot her ugliness, and fucking with all
my heart, spent when her hard breathing, tightening cunt, and clasping
arms, told me she enjoyed it also.
Then the miserable room, and her ugliness revolted me. I moved to
get off, but she retained me, asking me to talk. Somewhat against my
inclination I did. She laid hold of my prick, pinching it. The gentle
pleasure returned, and it ended in my doing her again, as much to her
delight as mine. She said so. Instead of feeling pleased, it made
her seem to me ugly. I went away, and although I argued with myself,
especially when I only had a shilling or two, yet I never could bring
myself to have her again. When I saw her on the road, I went the other
side of the way, and soon lost sight of her.
Finding that I had not suffered by my indiscretion, I got bolder, took
the run of the road, and must have had a dozen girls at a shilling a
tail. One night as I fumbled a girl, she frigged me vigorously. "I will
do it this way," said she, "you will like it so." But I refused. "I
will give you such pleasure," said she again, "all the gents say I do
it better than any girl." But again I refused. "I am afraid my monthlies
are just coming on," said she. But up I put it, and went home satisfied.
Two or three mornings afterwards I felt a slight itching at the tip of
my prick, but took no notice of it; the next morning piddling, to
my horror I saw a little yellowish fluid oozing, and sat down in
consternation. I had got a clap.
This laid me up for weeks, I went to a strange doctor and managed to
keep it from my mother, but was in anxiety as to how I was to pay the
doctor. Fortune and misfortune often follow each other. My long promised
appointment came from the W... Office just as I was getting well. With
overwhelming joy I saw some chance of a little money, beyond what I got
by begging from relatives; and then also my mother, at the advice of an
uncle, who pointed out that in a year and a half I could not be kept out
of my property, allowed me a fair monthly stipend.
I now found out that women of a superior class, were to be had much
cheaper, than my great friends used to talk of; but at the time I write
of, a sovereign would get any woman, and ten shillings as nice a one
as you needed. Two good furnished rooms near the Clubs, could be had
by women for from fifteen to twenty shillings per week, a handsome silk
dress for five or ten pounds, and other things in proportion. So cunt
was a more reasonable article than it now is, and I got quite nice
girls at from five to ten shillings a poke, and had several in their own
rooms, but sometimes paying half-a-crown extra for a room elsewhere.
When with but little money, I used to take out my best silk
handkerchiefs, and give them with money, and once or twice I gave
nothing else. One night to a nice-looking girl I said I could give her
nothing but a handkerchief. "All right," said she without a murmur. When
I had fucked her, she laid still on the bed and before she washed her
cunt examined the handkerchief very carefully. "It's a rare good new
one, it will pop for half-a-crown where I am known, where did you prig
it?" looking at me as she spoke, and then added, "Yet you look like a
gentleman too." I recollect it as well as if it were yesterday. I at
that time used to take pleasure in laying as long as I could after I had
spent, then getting up and kneeling between the girl's legs opening her
cunt and watching the spunk at the mouth, or the big drops rolling down
between the cheeks of her bum. I was kneeling so then, and was not a
little shocked at her remark. That girl was young, handsome, well made,
and in the Hay-market would now get anything from one to five pounds,
yet I had her several times for three and four shillings a time.
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