rew up her limbs a little, and crossing them
over me pressed her cunt close up to my willing cock-roots; and there
we lay, my prick in her, my balls covering her arse-hole; whilst now
and then she gripped my prick by muscular cuntal action. When her tongue
touched mine, she sometimes ran her lithsome tongue over my teeth, or
under my lips, and along my gums,--it was a peculiarity of hers. Then
she would glue her wet lips to my wet lips, till our salivas mingled,
and ran profusely, stimulating our lusts. Thus we enjoyed each other's
bodies, till another fuck dissolved us, and separated our spunk-soaked
genitals; and she got up, washed, and went away sometimes in a great
hurry.
Soon I grumbled at her going so, and she promised to stop a longer
time. "Have a shoulder of mutton," said she, "and onion sauce,--I love
it,--Hannah will cook it beautifully,--we will dine at two o'clock,
Hannah with us." So it came about; we three sat down to a shoulder.
Louisa liked sherry, Hannah brandy; I brought both of fine quality, we
gorged, Hannah got slightly tight, observing Louisa and I caressing.
"Ah!" said she, "I envy you, you two going to bed." "Why where is Jack?"
"Oh! at Windsor, and I shan't have a bit for a month at least." "You'll
have to frig yourself," said I joking. "That's better than nothing, but
I like the wetting best." Louisa laughed, and used afterwards to say to
Hannah, "Has Jack given you a wetting?" Later on some other free ladies
took up the joke, and Hannah's "wetting" became a bye-word among the
circle of free, mercenary lovers.
Dinner over we hurried upstairs, and we went naked to bed. This was
about half-past three; there we lay till eleven o'clock at night, and
had an oyster supper in bed. Hannah came up, and ate oysters with us
whilst we were in bed together. We ate them out of the shells, and drank
champagne, heard happy couples over head, and joked about it, talked
about fine limbs, about Sarah's fine legs. "Show us yours Hannah," said
Louisa. Hannah without a word cocked one leg up against the bed, and
drew up her petticoats to the top of one thigh. "There," said she, "I am
not ashamed of it." She had a fine leg, but was a very plain woman. She
had shown her leg to me on the day of the leg-show, when I had spent
involuntarily, as I have already told. We laughed and praised her leg.
"Oh! I'm ashamed of you both," said Hannah dropping her petticoats,
laughing, and hurrying out of the room. "I know where
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