“I must go, my friend is waiting,” said Zora and left. My prick was still in Isabel's mouth, she was finishing me divinely. — Then she left the room. I laid on the bed till the two women came back. Then looked at Zora's fresh-washed privates, paid her and she left, Isabel remaining.
Stupidly, I felt ashamed. — “You will think me a beast,” said I. “Not at all, it often happens—there is a Monsieur who comes to this room by himself, he will stay all the evening and see us all—they all come in before they wash, he looks at all, stays hours. There are one or two Messieurs who lick the cunts and swallow the sperm —yes of strangers. — It's not good, is it? but it is true. Two gentlemen come here together and have two girls, I have been with them — they stay all night sometimes, and each has the same girl and fucks without their washing — and more.” — She stopped short. “What more?” — “They bugger each other.” “Not the girls.” — “Ah my God, no — but sometimes one fucks a lady whilst his friend arseholes him.” — “Why not the girl?” — “Did you ever do it to a girl?” she asked. “Yes” — “Who with” — “I never tell” — I said this lie to try her. We talked of such matters and of the girls I had known, until what with talking and feeling her quim, and her pulling me about, I was randy again — then she gamahuched me until nearly finished, when hearing the water tap going, I said I should see another lady.
To help me — tho there were two gas lights — she got candles and set them on the mantel shelf, so that I could see the cunts well. She would tell them to get rid of their friends if they could before they came in, so as not to be in a hurry with me, but most would see the ladies after they'd washed, and a girl must not displease a friend “vous savez donc.” — She named some women just then engaged, I told her those whom I did not want. — A gentle rap. — “Entrez.” — In came Theo, a dark-haired girl who placed herself on to the bed and opened her thighs, the sperm was oozing clear and thin, both thighs wet with it, plenty of it. — Isabel held a candle to it whilst I questioned. He'd not spent so much as many she replied. “Fuck me, — you, I want it and shall spend then.” — “Monsieur does not fuck,” said Isabel, “he likes minette.” — The other repeated, “Fuck me.” — “No gamahuche me.” She turned round lengthways on the bed and put my prick into her mouth — I could not keep my fingers from her cunt, pushed them up her thro the sperm but instantly withdrew them, wiping them, for a fit of squeamishness came on. — Another knock. Isabel let in a shortish, plump woman with thick legs and large thighs; ginger-coloured hair curled round her cunt.
I treated her like the other. — The spunk was thinnish, much of it lay above the clitoris in the thicket, as if the man had spent outside. “Baisez moi, cheri.” — She was dazzingly white in flesh — I looked at her cunt and then at the other's — enchanted — on the highest state of salacity.
“Fuck me, darling” said Eugenie putting her tongue out, agitating it like a serpent. — Isabel repeated. — “The gentleman does not fuck.” — Making the pair hold up their legs I went to the end of the room to con-template — Isabel stood by the bed with a candle, — “Isn't his prick stiff?” said one. The other took up the towel which was under her bum and was going to wipe her cunt. Isabel cried, “Don't.” The girl laughed. — Knock — knock. — “Come in.” — “I don't want any others,” said I, but Isabel opened the door. — “Oh, she's come purposely — it's Leda — the biggest woman in the house, a fine woman, tall, superb.” — “Let her come.” — In came a splendid woman five feet ten high, stood still, looked at the two girls, laughed, then looked at me.
