I've seen lots of Magdelenes, but never one in good health or who was good looking. — They were failures in their occupation, they wanted face, form, skill, and go, and I guess had ill-fitting cunts, or certainly some-thing wrong in cuntal quarters. So they repented, turned virtuous, were “reclaimed,” became Magda- lenes and got shelter and money — I dare say when better, or at home in the colonies, they didn't forget they'd got cunts, useful for other things besides pissing.
One afternoon after luncheon, we three had champagne which I had taken there, our talk got smutty. Miss Def shewed her legs which were good, and then her breasts. “Show him your cunt,” said H. She did and we talked ourselves into a lewed state, which in-deed I always was in directly I set sight on H*'s charms. What led to it was a tale told by Def, about a man in bed between two women all naked, and there not being room, one woman laid across the foot of the bed the feet of the two touching her, and she frigging herself whilst they were fucking. “Let's get on to the bed and do the same,” — I suggested.
We all stripped and got on the bed (it was hot weather), Def's cunt was an unusually hairy one, a regular well-fucked, and forty-years-old-cunt. — She kissed my prick and H.'s cunt as well, before we laid down. Then our lewedness, and the delicious contact of soft skins, voluptuously suggested all sorts of letches. — Laying on my back feeling H*l*n's cunt, “I'll frig you with my foot,” said I to Def. She delighted, let me, and placing my heel against her cunt after she had turned to a convenient position, I pressed and rubbed it there, she clutched my foot round the ankle and guided it, accommodating her cunt so as to get the friction as pleased her. H*l*n half sat up still feeling my prick, and watching this foot frigging. — “Give a poor body a fuck, I haven't had a bit of cock for months,” said Def after awhile. “Fuck me,” said H. impetuously and lying down, for she was hot, and desire sometimes seems to seize her impatiently. Taking my heel from Def's cunt, I mounted my beauty's soft belly and began the exercise with my prick, my toes now downwards naturally.
After a few thrusts. — “Def's frigging herself” said H. She could see, I laying face downwards could not till I turned my face to the looking glass which I'd bought. — “Go on fucking, I'm looking at Def frigging.” — H*l*n's feet and mine were both against the woman's naked body — we could feel the jog of her body as she frigged. “Put my toe in your cunt and frig with it,” said I, wanting to feel a cunt with my toe, which I'd never well done before. “Yes, frig with it,” said H. with a baudy laugh. — Miss Def caught at my foot quickly without reply, the erotic desire seized her, and I felt my great toe was against the soft slippery sur-face, could feel distinctly her large clitoris and thick nymphae, as well as if feeling them with my fingers. H., without letting my prick out of her cunt, managed to twist herself so that she could see that the toe of my right foot was there. “The hair of her cunt's a round your toes — fuck me, — fuck” — said she with delight and energy, getting straight with a sigh of pleasure, moving her backside voluptuously. — I reciprocated, lunged my prick well into her hot avenue, in which it had got a little displaced in her moving to see where my toe was.
Then we fucked on whilst Def frigged, we thought of her whilst our pleasure increased. — “Is your toe on her cunt?” — “Ahaa” — sighed H. — “Yes, I can feel her frigging her cunt with it.” — “Ahaa — I'm spending
— ahaa — frig me — with your toe — some day. — Ahar
— won't you? — Ahaa Ahaa Aha fuck — bash it up me. — Aharr.” — “Spend darling, my spunk's coming. She's frigging — Ahaa” — and in a baudy delirium our pleasures ended in the ecstasy of the crisis, the woman at the bottom of the bed forgotten. As we ceased fucking Def continued her frig — did what she liked with my foot which she moved on her cunt. — With my other foot I felt her thighs agitated, she sighed, she moaned, my toe and her cunt moved rapidly, and just as we re-covered from our pleasures, she gave a sob, a sort of gulp almost as if choking — a most extraordinary noise — and was quiet — my toe still resting on her clitoris, she still holding my foot.
