[I never tried this trick again with her nor with any other woman but one — four or five years afterwards but told several free mercenary lovers about it. — None had ever heard of such a letch, which was evidently a very original one of mine, and came to me suddenly.]

I did not keep to H*l*n, could not afford to see her often, and one night from the Argyle went home to W**t*n P***e with a sweet faced, dark eyed girl, quite young (wasn't eighteen), a man opened the door, and objecting to his look I nearly left, paid her, and said I had forgotten an appointment. But she pressed me so — “Come and have me first” — that I went up to her rooms. She'd the prettiest little, chestnut haired cunt between plump thighs, and had a sweet form. We stripped to shirt and chemise — it was very hot — and with great mutual pleasure fucked. — Her manners were nice, modest, yet voluptuous, and I lay with my prick long up her, all the time kissing her — her teeth were beautiful. Our tongues played in silence till our carnal union was dissolved. Then I arose, saying, “you have a lovely cunt.” — “You're a lovely poke” — she replied. Just at that moment a knock came. I started, somehow thinking of the sinister looking man who'd opened the door. — “Never mind, lie still, it's only my sister come home” — said she going to the door

With a ridiculous modesty, I covered my tool with my hand as the sister entered, a girl shorter, but in features closely resembling my woman. — She was very handsomely clad in bright yellow silk (as had been the other), a color then fashionable. Whilst getting some-thing from a drawer, the two began talking. “Yes, he never came, it's the second time he's humbugged me, — So and So wanted to come home with me, but I lost him thro waiting for ***, I'll serve him out.” She was angry. Then she asked if her sister had supped, she hadn't, and was hungry, should Mrs. * * * * get any thing ready? and off she went. I had noticed this girl at the Argyle that very evening, but don't recollect seeing either of them before that night. They'd not been long gay, my woman had told me.

I dressed, and just as I had finished buttoning my trowsers, a voluptuous throb shot through my prick. “You're a sweet girl, I'm longing for you again,” said I, kissing her and feeling her breasts. I'd been stimulated by seeing her wash her cunt, always to me a pleasurable sight. She kissed me. — “Come on then.” — “I can give you no more money.” — “All right” — In a minute we were on the bed, she grasping my tool, I twiddling her quim, our tongues meeting — “Do it, I want it,” said she. The next second my prick was buried up to my balls in her tight little cunt, and with prolonged pleasure we spent. How tightly she held my bum I noticed, how she pressed up her cunt to me whilst we spent together. This time we had stripped entirely, and our flesh was in exquisite contact every where. Then we lay and talked till came another knock. “It's only Amy” — saying that she got up and let her in again.

Amy who was eating laughed at our nudities. — “Go and have supper Cis, Mrs. **** wants to put the things by and go to bed.” — “Go, it's a man waiting to have you,” said I, jeeringly, and really thought so from the manner of her sister, knowing a bit about the dodges of harlots. “There's no man in the house but Mr. ****. — My rooms are above, and I and sister the only two women in the house.” — “You may go up and look,” said Amy. — “Are you her sister?” — “I should think so” — and she laughed. “You are alike in face, are your quims alike?” — “I don't know, they ought to be for we are twins, would you like to look?” — “I can't afford it to night, shew it me for nothing.” — “Oh likely.” — Then after a pause, and having heard my woman affirm their being twins — which I had thought a hoax. — “I'll let you look for a minute if you'll give me a bottle of phiz, I've had not a drop of anything to day.”

I agreed, saying I'd not pay more than ten shillings a bottle. — She didn't think that the landlord would supply it for that, but going to ask, returned with the brute of a man and the champagne. He took the money for it and departed. Then we drank and talked. They had not been long in London I heard, and that was the only house they had lived in. — My woman had been born only three minutes before the other. The champagne, — which was not bad — was finished. Again my lady washed her cunt. “Now show me your quim” — Amy laid on the bedside, pulled up her petticoats, and I saw a cunt as much like her sister's as possible. — Neither girl had drawers on. — I put my hand to feel her treasure, when she pushed it away and got up laughing, “I didn't say I'd let you feel it.”

Just then came another knock and a female voice, — “If you're going to have any supper Miss Cissy, you must come at once.” — Asking me to wait only five minutes off she went. “You stop,” said I to the sister. — She did, and I talked with her till her sister returned, but she wouldn't show me her cunt again. — “How do you like my sister?” she asked — I said I'd fucked her with the intensest pleasure. “He is a baudy man,” said she to her sister as she entered the room. — “I told you so” — was the reply.

I longed to see Amy's quim again, and said I'd have another bottle if she'd show it, and let me open the lips. She wouldn't agree to that at first, but she'd show it. — I agreed. She then stripped to her chemise, the champagne came and they got frisky with it. — “Shew me your prick,” said Amy. — “It's a nice one, and he's a lovely poke,” said her sister. I wouldn't shew it, unless she'd let me feel her cunt. She did, and it was a beautiful little split much like her sister's. She caught hold eagerly of my tool, which swelled largely in her hands, but didn't stiffen, quite.

All was most luxuriously inviting. The two sweet girls close to me in their chemises, with bubbies shewing — dark patches every now and then peeping from their armpits — lovely shaped legs in silk stockings and natty boots, formed a delicious sight. Every now and then I felt the elder girl's quim; she lifted my shirt, and gently handled my prick, and our talk got baudier. The champagne was finished, it had got into their bladders, both pissed, and so did I — Amy again felt my prick (not any stiffer) and said, — “I shall go to bed, I wish I'd some one to sleep with, I've not had a poke for two nights.” — “I'll give you another bottle of champagne if you'll let me fuck you — if I can — if you can stiffen me.” — “Have him,” said Cissy. — “All right,” said Amy going to the door and hollowing down stairs for the wine. — “He's gone to bed and I can't get it” — said a female.

Up stairs clattering ran the lass, roused the man who came down grumbling (she'd left the door ajar). Soon after the parlor door opened, a champagne bottle was pushed thro, the hand remained. — “The money,” said he. I put it into his hand which disappeared. The next few glasses screwed the girls, who had been somewhat chaste in language till then, but now returned my lewed talk. — “Fuck me,” said Amy, laying hold of my tool. — “It's not stiff” — “Come on the bed and I'll make it stiff, but it's stiff enough to get into me now.” — “Suck it — you must.” Both refused, nor would they. — “Mind, I can't give you any money.” — “All right, come on.” — “Pull off your chemise.” — Off it went, off went my shirt. — She laid on the bed thighs wide apart, I investigated her cuntal charms, and my cock then stiffened gloriously; but not feeling pressed by my sperm I still laid by her side. — “Why it's quite stiff, put it in,” said she impatiently, and tugging at my prick vigorously.

Who could resist such an eager, loving, invitation? I plunged my pego into her thirsty sheath. She was dying for it, and worked her cunt vigorously, but my tool tho now as rigid as the most exacting cunt could desire, had no libation ready at its roots. Fucking on vigorously to meet her ardor, soon the clip and grind round its tip told me she was coming. The soft, moist relaxation of cuntal friction, her murmurs of pleasure, and tranquillity of thighs, bum and belly, told of her spend. Directly after, “You haven't spent, go on fucking, go on,” said she.