ant. She told me it was having my prick sucked. I told her no. I have
already narrated my licking the slightly haired cunt of young Martha,
and how when doing so, she having my prick in her hand close to her
mouth, and was playing with it, when scarce thinking of consequences,
"Kiss it," I said, "put it in your mouth"; and that the young girl randy
with my licking, put it to her mouth or tongue, and that I immediately
shot out my spunk without meaning it. That remained in my recollection
as a nasty subject. The big-cunted woman also sucked me against my will.
So when Camille suggested it I refused. There was another French woman
with her; they were both naked on the bed, and I had been fumbling both,
and baudily amusing myself, with no cock-stiff or fucking desire about
me. After a while I laid down on the bed with them, the other French
woman told me, that some men never did anything else, and that she would
like doing it to me. She had found out I was pretty liberal, and I dare
say counted on my being so now, if I could get by her a new sensation;
but I declined. The two women were laying in the reverse direction to
me on the bed, so that I could see and play with both their cunts, a
favorite posture with me then. After extolling the sensation of minette,
she without my consent turned over me, and geting me between her knees
back up, and so that her bum-hole and cunt were within a few inches of
my nose, she began; whilst Camille who knew what would fetch me better
than I knew myself, moved up her backside, so that I might grope her
more freely. The double cunt feeling, the suction and sight generally,
was too much for me, and the mouth soon drew my sperm with long
lingering and half painful pleasure. My tender-tipped prick suffered, as
it often did indeed when not in the proper receptacle.

The act made some impression on me, for I soon after had it repeated by
the same woman, and she did it that time so that I saw the prick in her
mouth. I expect it upset me instead of giving me pleasure, for I stopped
her, and my doodle dropped; but I permitted her to recommence; then I
felt something press my arse-hole, it tickled and hurt me, I called out,
"What are you doing?" at the same instant spent. "What have you done?"
said I. "Nothing," said she winking at me, for Camille was in the room.
I did not like the business; she had shoved her finger or thumb up my
bum-hole. I was too young to appreciate that luxury, took a horror a