My Secret Life

Supper over, the waiter out of the room, both girls half-screwed, half-screwed myself and wholly lewd, they both came and sat by me on the sofa. Sisters again, — what fatality!

The conversation was soon suggestive. Which did they like best, washing a shirt or a chemise? They !et out, checked themselves, checked each other. “Lord Esther what are you saying?” “Well Matilda I'm ashamed of you.” “Well that's pretty conversation for a gentleman, — let's go, — promise you won't say anything like it again.” “I won't, — but tell me one thing, — how did you feel Esther, when you sat on the barrow and said, 'fuck'?” “You're a blackguard, I never said anything of the sort, — did I Matilda?” “We'll go if you keep on so.”

Matilda got jealous. “It's my turn now”, said she after I had been kissing Esther. The wine got more into all our heads, and we laughed and shouted. “Why did you come Matilda?” “Mother don't let Esther out alone, — besides I didn't know what you two might be up to alone.” “What did you think we might be up to?” “Oh ! that's tellings.” This talk went on for a time, gradually getting warmer and more suggestive; all were thinking about fucking, though no one said so.

By the sofa was an American rocking-chair, the first I ever recollect having seen. Matilda began rocking herself in it, I rocked the chair violently for her and then as far as it would go, back and held it there, then rapidly I pushed one hand up her petticoats. Her legs were distended somewhat as legs usually are when people are rocking, and my fingers went on to her cunt. She lay back for the moment, helpless, then man-aged to close her legs, but being almost on her back she could not get free; she struggled to get up, and yelled out, “Ohl pull him off Esther, — don't you beast.”

Esther was on the sofa. She got up, pulled me back, and the chair came forwards, but not till I had lifted Matilda's clothes far above her knees. She sulked, my blood was up, and pulling Esther down on the sofa kissing her, I pushed my hand up her clothes, and on to her cunt. She screeched, then Matilda pulled me away. There had been much laughing and yelling, but now they sulked. “We will go”, said they. “I've felt both your cunts”, said I.

Their bonnets were in the bed-room, and I would not let them get them, put both fingers to my mouth, and kissed them saying, “That's touched your cunt Matilda, that's touched yours Esther.” Then I pulled out my prick, and putting both fingers on it's tip said,. “That's nearly the same as if my prick had touched your cunts.

“Call the waiter Esther”, said Matilda angrily. I had gone too far, so I desisted, begged pardon, promised never to do it again, to give them both new bon-nets, and I dare say anything else, and they sat down, but for a long time sulking, and almost silent.

But my humility and regrets overcame them, there was more chatting, more laughing, more champagne. I got smutty again and now, they laughed at it. “What nice legs, and what beautiful white linen you have Matilda.” “Mine is as white”, said Esther. “Your legs are not as plump.” “Yes they are.” I pinched their arms, then their legs, we all kissed, they were both as randy as the devil, and incited me to smutty talk, though affecting not to understand me. Then the champagne overcame us all.

“You want to piddle?” “Ooh !—oh ! no.” “Really? then you want to see if your bonnets are all right, that's all, — I want to piddle though.” Saying that I went into the bed-room, pissed, and came back, taking the key out of the door. Laughing the girls then went into the bed-room, and closed the door. They were very noisy, and groggy, the eldest worse than the other.

I listened at the door. “Lock the door Ess.” “There's no key.” “Stand there, and hold it, — I'm bursting.” “Don't he go on !—make haste, or I'll pee myself.” I pushed open the door suddenly, one was pushing her clothes against her quim to dry it, the other on the pot, she let a loud fart just as I opened the door. “Oh !” said she rising with difficulty. “I'll wait till the music is over”, said I going out, — but I returned the next minute, and pulled out my prick again. “I'll fuck you both”, said I, and tried to put my hands up their clothes; when I got one the other pulled me off, then I turned to her, and so on. We upset chairs, we shreiked with laughter, it was Bed-lam broke loose. I caught Matilda, and threw her on her back on the bed. “Leave off now, — pull him away Essie, — you're a going on too far, — oh ! don't tickle, —oh! I can't bear tickling.” But I kept on.