, my money quickly began to go into her pocket from mine. The
more variety I had, the more I paid, which was but natural, and fair.

She had a book full of the baudiest French pictures; there was not an
attitude depicted in it that I did not fuck her in. That done, she asked
me one day if I would like another woman to feel whilst I had her. She
came, and I fucked Camille feeling the other's cunt, longing to fuck it,
but fearing to propose it. Camille guessed what I wanted, and proposed
it herself. With what joy my prick entered the stranger's split, Camille
looking on, holding her cunt open for inspection at the same time, and
going through the motions of frigging herself whilst I was shoving. Then
came endless variety. I had two other French ladies, and fingered their
cunts whilst I fucked a third, then two more, laying cunt upwards, legs
in the air, and arses meeting over Camille's head. At last I had six
altogether at once, and spent the evening with them naked, fucking,
frigging, spending up or over them, making them feel each other's cunts,
shove up dildoes, and play the devil's delight with their organs of
generation, as they are modestly called.

Then came other suggestions. "I know such a little girl, not above this
high," she said. I ballocked that little girl. Then she knew one six
feet high. She also I had. Then she knew one with an immense duff of
hair on her cunt. Of course I had her. Then one with none at all; and
mightily pleased was I, as my doodle rubbed in and out of that hairless
cunt, the owner laying at the side of the bed, I standing up, and
Camille holding a candle over the hairless quim, to enable me fully to
see and enjoy the novelty, I was pushing up.

At intervals when worn out with spending, or disinclined to find the
money, needed for this endless variety of women and cunt-hunting; I
frequently spent evenings quietly in Camille's society. I got from her
information about habits of women, in a way which is not often given
to young men by gay women; learned that women thrust sponges up their
cunts, to prevent men finding out they had their courses on. For
the first time with her, I understood that women could, and did frig
themselves; and on her own cunt, placing herself my finger there, I
first knew the exact spot where a women rubs for her solitary
pleasure. She told me of women rubbing their clitoris together so as
to spend,--what the French call tribadism,--and two women of her
acquainta