anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

She assisted me to rise, and, whether by accident or design, her hand slipped round my thigh, and rested for a moment on my cock, but I appeared not to notice this, and she did not make any remark about it.

"I shall stop this keyhole up," said Alice; as I left them. "We won't have anybody looking at us another time. Just fancy, if Joe were to take it into his head to do such a thing! We should never hear the last of it."

Thus ended my adventure, in which I had come out very poorly, but although I was sorry then, I did not regret it afterwards, for when I got to a time of greater discretion I saw that I had done a very foolish action, and put myself in a ridiculous position. Still, I was rather sore at the moment that I had not carried out my intention. However, I did not make a further attempt, and determined to wait until a more fitting opportunity occurred for making myself acquainted with the mysteries of the female form.

I used frequently after this to have a talk with Joe, whenever we happened to find ourselves together, and at such times he would invariably favour me with more of his experiences. Before coming to the manor, he had worked a few months for a baker at Warburton; and he had something to relate about this portion of his history, as well.

"Mr. Simms"-that was the baker's name-"was a very dirty chap," said Joe. "There was another fellow, much bigger than me, called Billy, who worked for him too. When we were all in the bakery together, Mr. Simms would call out to Billy to help him, and they'd get hold of me, lay me on the bench or on the floor, and take my cock out. They never got tired of this, and I believe there was hardly a day when they missed doing it. But once they put me on the bench like that, and undid my trousers. Mr. Simms was laughing, as usual, and took hold of my thing. As he did so, I suddenly let fly, and pissed all over him. You should have seen him jump back. He was very careful afterwards, and never gave me a chance to do it again. In the hot weather, we often used to work with nothing on above the waist, and sometimes they would tie my hands behind my back, stand me up against the wall, and let my trousers down; and then they would amuse themselves by throwing little lumps of dough or yeast at me-they called my cock the bull's eye, and used to bet against each other how many times they could hit it. Mrs. Simms nearly caught them at this once. She scarcely ever came down to the bakery, but she happened to do so this day. Mr. Simms just had time to push me through the door at the other end before she entered, and Billy came out to me afterwards and undid my hands. Old Simms was afraid of his wife; she was a big woman, and often used to row him; but he never said a word back to her.

It wasn't only me Mr. Simms used to play about with but he would do the same to any other boys who might chance to look in on us, as very often one would. I remember one time he got hold of a little kid called Johnny Brigson, and rubbed some stove-black on his cock. Little Brigson went away crying, and told his mother; She came to the bakery and went for poor old Simms like anything. She frightened him so much that he was all of a tremble, and in the end, to pacify her, he gave her a big bag of sweet biscuits to take to Johnny. He almost went on his knees to beg her to forget all about what he had done."

It afforded me a great deal of pleasure to extract all these choice tidbits of information from Joe, bur so far he was the only one I could enjoy this treat with. However, fortune favoured me in another direction later on.

I was out riding one afternoon with Saunders, and our talk turned on horses. He was telling me something about breeding, and I then learned for the first time, that nearly all horses, except those specially kept for stud purposes, were gelded. At my request, Saunders explained to me the operation as he had seen it done, telling me how the animals were thrown on their sides, and their legs secured by chains, while the doctor removed their testicles, either by cutting or by burning away the connecting glands with a red-hot wire. I thought the practice a cruel one, but Saunders did not appear to regard it in the same light, saying that it was done with the best motives, and that stallions-as entire horses are called – were very dangerous brutes to have to deal with. He also informed me that not only horses but other animals, such as oxen, were treated in the same way.

"It doesn't seem very nice, Saunders, all the same," I said. "You wouldn't like it, would you?"

"Me sir? No fear! I would just as soon be killed straight away," he answered.

"Have you ever had anything to do with girls, Saunders?" I asked, thinking it a good opportunity to turn the subject to my own purposes.

"Oh, yes! Of course, sir! Perhaps you haven't yet? But you will before you are many years older, I'll warrant."

"Tell me something about what you have done," I continued, anxious to keep up the conversation. "Tell you something, sir?" replied he. "I'm not much good at spinning yarns. What do you want me to tell you about?"

"Oh! anything, Saunders," I answered. "You see, I don't know much about girls, except from hearsay; and I should like you to tell me a bit of what you've experienced yourself."

"You're in a lively mood today, sir!" he exclaimed; "I thought you didn't understand anything about such things yet. If you want me to oblige you, I will; but I'm sure I don't know how to begin.

"I was always fond of the girls, from the earliest time I can remember. When I was a little nipper at school, I used to keep company with one called Lizzie Johnson. She was a merry little maid and we had some rare games in the woods. She used to put her hand in my breeches, and I would shove mine underneath her clothes. Of course, we were too young to do anything properly, but I would put my thing against her little crack, and we would rub our bodies together. We never got any further than that, and I've not been sorry since, as I shouldn't have liked to have worked her any mischief which I might easily have done then without knowing it. She left the village when she was about thirteen, and I've never set eyes on her since. I've often wondered where she is, and how she is getting on, for I was rather fond of her."

He stopped, but I urged him to go on. "Tell me of something that happened after you had grown up, Saunders." He laughed, saying, "so many things took place that it's a job to think of any one in particular. When I was about fifteen or sixteen, I was very mad on finding a girl who would let me do what I wanted. But it wasn't so easy then as when I was younger; you see, sir, they were being to be afraid of the consequences, as I was a big lad, and very forward for my age, too. There was a Mrs. Best came to live in the village. She used to do needlework for a living as she was a widow. I don't suppose she could have earned much at this, but she always used to dress pretty, well and look smart; so I began to listen to the rumours that she earned money in other ways, by receiving visits from men. From what I could see, I fancied, this must be the case. I determined to make up to her, and by always speaking a word whenever I met her, and soon, I struck up an acquaintance. One afternoon, I was walking along the street, and she stood at the door. I stopped to talk to her, and after a time she invited me in to have a cup of tea. We got very friendly, and she started chucking me under the chin and telling me what a decent-looking chap I was, as women will when they want to get round you. Well, the end of it was that I clapped my arm round her waist and gave her a kiss. She never minded at all, so I got bolder, and put my hand under her petticoats. She was waiting for this, and when I had gone so far, she made me come into the bedroom with her, where she flung herself on the bed ready for me. I never saw, before or since, such a crack as she had, and I've seen a good many, sir, I can tell you! It was that big I could have got my fist in, and although I was fairly large- made, youngster as I was, I could hardly feel the great thick lips as I slipped in. She enjoyed it all right, but there wasn't so much fun for me, and I made up my mind that I would look round for someone younger after this. She had taken such a fancy to me that several times afterwards she tried to get me to come and see her again, but I never did as she wasn't quite my stamp having had too much use for me. I don't much care about a woman who is always ready to lay herself down to the first man she comes across.