MySecretLife
CHAPTER XXXVII
Sarah’s agile tongue. — Listening at a brothel. — A hole bored uselessly. — The donkey-hung one. — His letches. — A brothel with a spy-hole. — A hundred couples fucking. — A young couple. — Involuntary onanism. — Five shillings extra. — Sarah’s curiosity. — A lady and gentleman. — The lady’s fears. — The rickety sofa. — The scare. — The baud’s cautions. — Common coitions.
One night Sarah was in a strong fucking mood and put her tongue into my mouth, and I said something which made her remark, “You did it with my friend Eliza, and I have as good teeth as she has.” — Altho I had known Sarah so long, I had never put my tongue to hers. Then it was that I found out that she could put out her tongue farther than any one I ever knew. She could reach half through my mouth with it. — When she was being fucked, she used after that to glue my mouth to hers, and I gave way to her. But altho she had a nice mouthful of teeth, I never cared about mixing our spittles — which is curious.
It was just before I had the big Eliza that the man with the big prick watched me into the house, and now I go back to him.
I still went at times to the baudy house in L**t*e P***1**d St. It was dilapidated, the paper partly torn from the walls, and in the upper rooms (it was a two-storey house) the division between them seemed to have been temporarily put up, making one room into two, and was papered and canvassed over; but it was so thin, that you could hear distinctly what was said in the adjacent room. They had been afraid for a long time of the house being indited, so did nothing to repair it. But it was convenient, and why I went there was that I could hear the bed creak when the couples were at their pleasures, and also what they said. On the first floors you could hear, but not so well. The baud somehow found out my taste and told Sarah of the top room. — But altho I could hear, I could not see. The partition was canvassed on both sides, if one side was torn and there partly opened, there was the canvas on the other side.
I bored through it, and tried to make holes as others evidently had tried — and saw, but could not get a good glimpse. The keeper to whom Sarah spoke, refused to allow holes to be made, so I had to content myself with laying on the bed with Sarah, and feeling her cunt, until a couple came in. — Then we listened and it seemed to amuse her as much as me. — When we heard the bed creak, on to Sarah I got, and the delight of my fucking was increased by thinking that close to me was another couple fucking.
The man and woman wrangled about money at times, and I heard many funny things. But one night I slipped outside our door and bored, with a gimlet, a small hole in the door of the back room, and there would stand until Sarah beckoned me to come in. I was not likely to be surprized by the baud, for I could perfectly hear if any one came into the house, and there were no rooms over head.
I could however see but little, could not see the bed, but saw the women washing their cunts, and the men washing with their backs turned to me. Occasionally a woman undressed on that side of the room, then disappeared on to the bed side. I began to crave to watch a couple go thro the amatory preliminaries, and to see the man’s prick — But, I was always in fear that some one might come to the door, open it, and catch me.
Just then Sarah met the man with the donkey prick, whom she told me did then exactly what he had done before with her. This recital made me wild with desire. — I told her I would give her something handsome, if she could find a house, where I could see couples fucking. She had heard there was one, but those who knew would not tell, and some time slipped away. — With a smiling face one night she said, “If you don’t mind a sovereign for the room, and five shillings afterwards for each couple you see, I know now where you can get what you want.” — Off we went the following night to the house, and through a carefully prepared hole beneath a picture frame, I had a complete view of a nice room. — The washing place, bed (no sofa), looking-glass, fire place, were all in sight. In fact only that side of the room in which the eye hole was made in the partition, was not perfectly visible.
I recollect that first night well. — The woman of the house said to me, “You won’t tell people will you?” — then — “Put out your light when you are looking.” — There was gas in the room. — “Don’t make a noise — and don’t look till you hear, or think they are on the bed.” — Then she lifted a picture up on to a higher nail in the partition, which disclosed a small hole. — Then she went into the other room, and did the same to a picture there. It was in a huge, old fashioned, projecting gilt frame, which when hung higher up, just cleared the hole but well shadowed it. — There was one good, strong, gas burner in the room, but no candle to enable people to pry about with.
The hole was so high up, that it was necessary to stand on a sofa placed just against the partition. There was no fire in our room when first I went there, and it was dark at about seven o‘clock, Sarah had gone in first. — The woman when she had got my sovereign said, “I don’t suppose any one will be there till about eight o’clock.”
I undressed Sarah, and sat in excitement feeling her about, and looking at her legs, and talking. — I heard couples going into lower rooms, and the woman saying, “This way, sir” — a gruff voice reply, — “I won’t go so high.” — At length a couple entered. Sarah turned down the gas in our room, and up I got on the sofa. Oh my delight, — how I wish it were to come over again. There was a fine young man and a niceish young woman — I watched them with an intensity of lust quite indescribable. — I saw him first pay her, she take off her things, piss, and then stand naked expectantly. He took off his trowsers, she took hold of his prick, and he felt her cunt. — Then it was kiss, feel, and frig on both sides. I could hear him ask questions, and she reply. Then he put her down on a chair, and pushed his noble prick up against her but not up her. Then he brought her to the side of the bed, I saw her thighs distended, a dark haired cunt opened and looked at. He pushed his prick up it and had a plunge or two. (His back was towards me then.) Apparently not satisfied, he then pushed her straight on the bed — got on himself, laid by the side of her, and then I saw his prick in all its glory. — She wanted to handle it, he would not let her, but fingered her cunt with his hand nearest to her.
At length kneeling between her thighs I saw it again in all its prominence, stiff and nodding — until dropping on to her belly, it was hidden from my sight. — I watched the heavings and thrustings — the saucers which came in his arse cheeks, and disappeared as he thrust up and withdrew his penis, her thighs move up, and then her legs cross over his, as she heaved to meet his strokes. — Then the shoves became mere wriggles, then were loud exclamations of pleasure, then all was still. His limbs stretched out, her legs came tranquilly down to the side of his, a long kiss or two was heard, then absolute silence. — It was a delicious sight.
Almost before he had finished, I had put the cork in the hole in the partition, pulled Sarah to the side of the bed, felt her cunt, and was about to put up it, when alas I spent all over her outside, on thighs and cunt, then with my cock still dripping I got on the sofa again. — Sarah with me, for she seemed to enjoy looking as much as I did.
He had risen on to his knees between her thighs, and held his prick in his right hand, I could just see its red tip. — “Don’t move, I’ll fuck you again.” “Well, you must give me some more.” “I will give you five shillings.” “Very well, shall I wash?” “No stay as you are.” — Slowly his bum sunk on to his heels — his head peered forward — his left hand went to her cunt. — “My spunk’s running out,” he said. “Oh you beast.” He flopped down on her without another word — and I saw by the action of his buttocks that he was driving his pego up her. — His hands clasped her again, I saw the saucers in his arse — his short shoves — her wriggles and jerks — and heard his sighs and “oha’s.” Then soon his silence shewed that his pleasure was complete.
During all this I kept telling Sarah in a whisper what I saw — she got as impatient as me and wanted to see as much. — It often was, “Let me have a look.” “I shan’t.” “What is she doing?” “She is doing so and so,” — then I let her peep and she would tell me. — I sat on the sofa whilst she was standing and looking, grasped her arse, put my lips on her cunt, and pulled her towards me, giving utterance to all sorts of baudy extravagances in whispers. — It is odd it occurs to me, that all she wanted to see was what the woman was doing — what I principally wanted to see was what the man was doing. — At all times that I was at that peep hole, the same feelings were predominant in both of us.
The man was pleased, gave the extra money, told her he would meet her again, washed his prick and went off — she leisurely washed her cunt, and off she went — then lighting the gas, I ballocked Sarah — not letting my sperm be wasted outside this time. — “It’s exciting,” said she, “I have not seen such a thing since the night you had the fine, tall, fair woman — and it makes me as randy as be damned” (her favorite expression). We finished fucking just in time for another couple. We saw three couples the first night.
I am not going to tell all I saw — much of it was commonplace fucking enough — yet some had the charm of novelty, and although I was there perhaps in the course of a year or two, in all fifty or sixty times, and saw nearly a hundred and fifty couples fucking, never grew tired of seeing.
The most amusing thing to me was that Sarah wanted to see so much. — After a time I put her occasionally with her back against the partition, and my prick up her — and then applying my eye to the hole over her shoulder, fucked her, and looked at the fucking couple in the room, until I lost sight of them, in the excitement of my own physical pleasure.
That was a risky thing to do for they could have heard us, as well as we did them. But usually the couples were so absorbed by lewedness, so preoccupied by fucking or anticipation of it, that they rarely seemed to notice anything.
One night a couple came in, she about thirty, he about thirty-five years old. She was not gay, was deeply veiled, and shabbily dressed. — At his request she undressed to her petticoat and I saw she was beautifully white in her linen. She was a fine tall woman. — “We have never been here before,” said she, “why did you not go to the old place.” “It’s not safe to go always to the same place.” — They spoke in a very low tone. — Sarah looked, and said she was a modest woman, indeed it was quite evident that she was not gay. She unlaced her stays, and whilst doing so, he knealt and putting his head under her petticoats, kept his head up against her cunt or her thighs. Withdrawing it he said, “Oh! I love you so, I love the smell of your cunt.” “Oh darling for shame, how can you?” He took off his coat and trowsers, they kissed and toyed, he got her on to the bed, threw up her clothes, and disclosed as fine a pair of thighs as I have ever seen. — He kissed her all over and buried his head between her thighs, then rising I saw his prick. He took her hand and placed it round it. — “Feel how stiff it is before I put it up you.” — Then he threw himself on her and began his poke.
Their loving voluptuous manner so stimulated me, that making some remark to Sarah, I clutched her round her rump, and pressed my stiff cock up against her thighs. — At that instant a leg of the sofa on which we were standing gave way. — It had, as we afterwards found, only broken off just above one of the castors. — It threw us both violently up against the partition with a bang, or indeed two, for my head went with a second bang against it. — We kept silent instinctively, after we had recovered ourselves.
“Oh my God,” said the female voice quite loudly. “What is that.” “It’s some one under the bed — get up — get off, — I will get up,” said she almost with a screech. — After a pause we heard them both walking about for some minutes. — We feared to look. — “Nonsense — under the bed.” “Oh look there,” I peeped, Sarah holding me for fear the sofa should go worse. — He lifted the bed valance. — “It’s in the next room then, I am sure some one sees us.” “What nonsense, is it likely, it was over head I am sure.” “Well I am frightened,” and she got off the bed, and sat on a chair.
They dropped their voices again, but I heard that they settled that it was something over head, and with a little loving enticement, on to the bed they again got, and soon were in each other’s embraces. — How they enjoyed it, their kisses and murmurs were quite loud. — They lay when finished such a time with limbs interlaced before he got off. — “Don’t she like it?” said Sarah who was much interested in this couple. — I was I suppose unusually randy that night — for I brought Sarah to the edge of our bed — fucked her — and directly afterwards going up to the sofa, which was not now easy to stand on, and which wobbled so that it was not safe for both of us, found him just getting off.
Without washing, they both went and stood in front of the fire, talking about the noise. — “It frightened me,” said the woman. “I’ m always frightened at these places. — I felt frightened as I came in — as if I should be found out, as if some one would see me. — I know it’s stupid — but I never felt like it before — or not so much so as I do to-night.” It was said in a low clear voice and I heard it distinctly. — “Who can see you, it’s nonsense.” “Yes, but I feel as if we were found out, as if some one knows what we are doing in this room.” — It was really wonderful (and I’ve often thought so since) to hear this. What would she have said, had she found out that two eyes had seen a man between her thighs?
“I must get back,” she said. “Wait a little.” — He took a chair to the fire, and sat down — sat her on his knee, and his hand went up under her chemise. They faced our partition then. — “Oh don’t dear — don’t now — I am not washed, it is so dirty of you.” “Never mind,” he replied and kept her there feeling her, until up came his cock quite stiff. He pulled it from under his shirt and shewed it to her laughingly. Then she felt it, and they sat kissing and toying, and saying how they loved each other, putting their tongues together almost without speaking for twenty minutes, until her thighs moved restlessly under his titillation, and gently he again led her to the bed.
She got on to it cheerfully enough, forgetting her scare. They laid two or three minutes kissing and toying, they scarcely ceased tonguing, they moved in various attitudes, she threw her leg high up over him, he put his prick into her, and then they rolled on to one side clinging to each other, her bum then was towards our partition. “Put your leg up again dear,” he said. She obeyed. He thrust for a minute, then pulled his prick out, and pushed his fingers up her cunt. Then in again pushing his pego, they at last consummated their enjoyment, with the utmost love and voluptuous energy. — They spoke so low on the bed that I could not hear much, I only heard murmurs until he got fierce in his lust and spoke louder, but their kisses were loud enough to be heard on the staircase. — They were both as fond and as randy as a man and woman could be. — It was one of the most voluptuous sights I have ever witnessed.
They now dozed, he nestling his balls between her thighs, and keeping one of her thighs up under his arm. Her chemise was just sufficiently up to show where the arse cheeks began to divide at the backbone. — I let Sarah get up and look, then I put her on the bed, fucked her, and went back.
He was putting on his trowsers, she washing her cunt. I could see her head just over the bed and hear the slopping. — Again they stood near the fire whilst she put on her petticoats. They now talked in so low a tone that I could hear nothing. — He put his arm round her waist, and leant his other arm on the mantel piece. — I could see their two faces in the glass, and they were both very plain — but she was a beautiful shape, that is, what I had seen of her. — “Oh, I must go, what will they think?” said she as she broke away from him. “What can I tell them?” — Then they went on dressing and when all but finished, “Let me give it another kiss,” said he as she put her bonnet on. — Down he knealt and put his head up her clothes, kept it there a minute or two, she standing quite still just facing me. I could see the bunch his head made under her petticoats, and kept telling Sarah in a whisper what I saw, and was watching the woman, when suddenly she closed her eyes. “Oh don’t dear,” and she drew her bum back. He got up with his hair in disorder. — “I think he’s been licking her cunt,” said I to Sarah. “Ah,” said Sarah, “she is just as bad as a gay woman.”
“I will go out first, you turn to the left when you get into O*f**d St. and get into the cab standing by the kerb. — I will put my stick outside the window, so you will know it’s me. — Wait about five minutes after I have gone in case I can’t get one directly.” He went to the window and looked out (the room is at the back of the house), and said it didn’t rain. They kissed and murmured to each other — their faces close together, his arm round her. — Then, “Oh! let’s do it again before we go,” he said quite vivaciously. “Oh, I can’t — I can’t — look at the time,” said she taking out a watch. “Oh William, I must go, what can I tell them. — Oh, don’t now, pray don’t,” said she, for he had pushed his hand up her clothes again. — “Oh pray don’t.”
He threw off his hat and pulled off his coat like lightning. “I will — I must. — We won’t be five minutes.” By the time he had said that, his prick was jutting out in front of his trowsers. — His impetuosity, the sight of his prick (that wonderful persuader) conquered. She pulled off her bonnet, he tilted her backside on to the edge of the bed, threw up her clothes, her belly and thighs came for an instant, and for an instant only into view, and received him; the next instant he was ramming into her, holding her thighs under his arms, and in five minutes was quiet, leaning over her belly. They had taken the foot of the bed and I saw them sideways.
He wasted no time, “mind my chemise” said she as he pulled out his prick, and he did it with care — buttoned up, and without washing went out. — She washed, threw off her cloak, pulled up her chemise, and looked at it in all directions, as if to see whether there was any spunk on it; then dressed, put on a thick veil, and out she went. — “Modest women are worse than gay women, for there is no excuse for them,” said Sarah.
The baud begged we would not make a noise again for she had heard it, but how could we help the sofa breaking down? We promised and begged her to get in couples, when she thought the woman was not gay. — “I know them,” said she, “cause of their veils are down, and they never looks at me; but then your will have to wait, and of course I wants my rooms let.” But afterwards we certainly saw many couples, of whom the women were what is called modest, tho necessarily the bulk of the fucking was with strumpets.
I may tell of one or two odd occurrences, but for the most part the couples went through the fucking business much in the same way. If the man was quite young he felt the woman’s cunt directly he was in the room, then made her partly or quite undress, and if he did not pull off his trowsers, he pulled out his cock, which was usually stiff by that time (if she undressed). Then she gave his cock a squeeze, or a shake or a frig or two, he groped her cunt, and had a hurried look at it, they got on to the bed, fucked quickly, and then off they went. The middle-aged went to work more leisurely; and carefully looked at the ladies’ cunts.
[It is well to mention here that but few vehicles passed through the street, but when they did, their noise prevented me hearing what the couples in the back room said.]
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