So I came down with fifty pounds. Off she went in quiet dress, and
looked a quiet lady or middle-class woman. She advised me to keep myself
steady, and the very moment before she left, whilst the cab was at the
door, I turned her with bonnet and travelling dress on, bum outwards,
and fucked her; she hurrying me all the time for fear she should loose
the coach, she had not time to piss, or wipe or wash. "It will give me
good fortune perhaps," said she laughing, "or make you wish me back, it
is lucky for me."
There was but a slow rail to Dover then, nothing but tidal boats, and
to Paris, the way I thought she was going, no rail at all, and it was
a long journey. Whether she went to Paris or not I don't know, but from
later experience think not, that she was a Southern woman, and went
straight home. She was to be back in a month. It came, but not she;
another week, another, and I began to think I had been sold; another,
and I gave her up altogether, and experienced a little relief, for the
habit of seeing her had so got hold of me, that I could not shake it
off, and yet I was tired of her, but I wanted the virgin.
There was a middle-aged man with whom I chummed much at my Club, a major
retired, and a most debauched individual. He borrowed money of me, and
did not repay it. His freedom of talk about women made him much liked by
the younger men; the older said it was discreditable to help younger men
to ruin. Ordinarily very careful how I spoke about women ( for my loves
having lain much in my mother's house, caution had become habitual to
me). I one night talked about virgins and of getting them. He said such
things were done; that Harridans got a young lass, if well paid for it,
but that they generally sold the girls half-a-dozen times over, "and,"
said he, "they train the young bitches so, there is no finding them out;
you may pay for one who was first fucked by a butcher boy, and then her
virginity sold to a dandy; you may pay for it my boy, and not find
out you have been done." I pondered much over this, and the next night
returned to the subject. His opinion was that an old stager like him was
not to be done; but that any randy young beggar would go up the girl,
and flatter himself he had had a virgin, if the girl was cunning. "When
you see the tight covered hole with your eye, find it tight to your
little finger, and then tight to your cock, my boy; when you have
satisfied your eye, your finger, and your cucumber, and seen blood on
it, you may be sure you have had one,--and not otherwise."
Thought I, "I am going to be humbugged." Another week, no letter, I went
to her lodings, and found she had taken away everything she had with
her. That night I told a little of my hopes to the Major, not telling
him who the kind lady was, or where she was gone; but it made him laugh.
"You are done brown my boy, done brown; that woman will never turn up
again." He joked me so, that I avoided him, and kept the subject to
myself afterwards.
Again to the lodgings; the landlady could not keep them vacant any
longer; I paid the rent, but she got no parquisites, I increased the
allowance. Then again I went; the landlady said she did not expect to
see her again. I had now set my heart on having this virgin; ten weeks
nearly had gone; I said if Camille was not back next week she might
let the rooms. It passed; a bill was put up in the window, and the next
morning calling as a forlorn hope, there was a letter for me,--she would
be back in a week. I was in a state of excitement that week, and kept
myself chaste, with the idea of the virgin cunt, and Camille's well
paced roger-ing in anticipation.
The day came. I was so impatient, that I was there quite early; she
arrived some hours earlier than she had said, and seemed surprised at
finding me; my impression is that she did not want me to be there when
she came back. She came in a hackney-coach; a stoutish full-sized young
woman with a funny bonnet and long cloak on, got out of the coach with
her, and in a free-and-easy way helped the things upstairs. She called
her Louise. The wench put down a big box, and on my turning round after
giving Camille a kiss, I saw she had seated herself on it, and hands on
her knees was looking at me. "Uncord the box," said Camille. Said the
girl, "I am tired." She uncorded it, again sitting down, and looking at
me said, "Is that your young man?--he's a good-looking fellow." Camille
told her to hold her tongue, to go on unpacking, and that I understood
French, eying her at the same time in a savage way, and looking at me at
times very uneasily. She was a rough sort of girl, she said, a relative
of a friend of hers, had come as her servant, and in a short time would
understand her place; smiling at me in a knowing way as she said that.
Camille always addressed her servant in French, me in English; but I
understood French tolerably well.
Louise did as she was told, but bounced about in an independent way,
threw off her cloak and bonnet, and putting her hands on her hips stared
at me again. I stared at her, thinking of the virginity I was destined
to break up. Certainly she was appetizing; her cloak off showed a thick
woolen dress of dark brown striped with blue, a fine big figure, a
couple of big breasts; her arms naked nearly to her shoulders, as
French peasants usually wore them, were large, fleshy, and brown; the
petticoats were half-way up to her knees, and showed the thickest woolen
black stockings on a stout pair of legs, and feet in thick shoes with
brass buckles; she had immense gilt earrings, and was in fact in the
dress of a Bordeaux peasant woman.
I did nothing but stare at her, Camille nothing but scold her, talking
to me at intervals. The girl got the boxes ready for opening, then
walked about, taking up poker and tongs, chimney ornaments and
everything in the room with curiosity. Camille and I had so much to
say, that we took little notice of her; then she threw up the window and
looked out. As she bent forward her short petticoats showed her legs
up to her knee-backs; Camille was about to stop her looking out, when
I winked, and stooping saw a thick roll of stockings just beneath the
knees, and the flesh just above. Camille understood. "Madame, madame,"
said the girl, "come here, here is fun." I heard Punch squeaking in the
streets; she was delighted; her mistress went to the window giving me a
knowing look, and looking out of the window with the girl, put her hands
over the girl's petticoats and lifted them slightly. Louise took no heed
of this being so engrossed with Punch; I dropped on my knees and saw
half-way up the girl's thighs. I had been chaste for a few weeks, or
nearly so, the sight of Camille had fired me, the thighs finished me; I
shoved my hands up Camille's petticoats on to her arse, got her into
her bed-room, and with her clothes in a lump on her belly, drove up my
prick, spending directly I got up her cunt.