Sins of the Cities of the Plain (7 page)

     “I know two men in The Blues who are regularly kept by gentlemen, and one has an allowance of two hundred a year for allowing himself to be sucked.

     “There are lots of houses in London for it. I will give you a list some day, where only soldiers are received, and where gentlemen can sleep with them. The best known is now closed. It was the tobacconist’s shop next door to Albany Street Barracks, in Regent’s Park, and it was kept by a Mrs. Truman. The old lady would receive orders from gentlemen, and then-let us know. That is all over now, but there are still six houses in London that I know of. Inslip’s Club, however, pays me best, so I am very little known elsewhere at present.”

     He never allowed the conversation to flag all the evening and rattled on in the same style ‘till nearly ten o’clock; and I think by the time we put on our hats to go to the club he had fairly told me all he knew, and considerably opened my eyes as to how the sin of Sodom was regularly practised in the Modern Babylon.

     Mr. Inslip always opened the door himself, and at once ushered us into a small dressing-room, where we left our hats and our impediments, and under Fred’s directions I assumed a charming female costume. He acted as lady’s maid, fitted my bust with a pair of false bubbies, frizzed my hair with curling irons, and fixed me up by adding a profusion of false plaits behind.

     Then he also dressed himself as a girl, and when we both looked in the glass preparatory to going to join the company, we appeared so pretty and feminine that I clasped him to my breast and imprinted hot burning kisses on his lips, whilst my hands groped under his clothes, and up his drawers, ‘till I had hold of a splendid stiff prick. His eyes fairly shot fire as he returned my ardent kisses for a moment or two, and then suddenly wrenched himself away, with the observation that we must not make fools of ourselves. We could have plenty of that sort of thing some other time.

     He had evidently heard Inslip’s footstep, for that worthy man appeared almost in a moment to ask how much longer we should be. He complimented us upon being two such pretty girls, and then said. “For this evening, Fred, your name is Isabel, and yours, Mr. Saul, is to be Eveline.”

     “Gentlemen,” he said, as he ushered us into a fine large drawing-room, “these are the Misses Isabel and Eveline I had promised should be here to meet you this evening.”

     All rose as we entered, there were ten gentlemen and eight ladies waiting to receive us. It was a splendid apartment fitted up with mirrors all over the walls, whilst the windows were firmly closed and shuttered, besides the thick curtains which were drawn across them. Here and there were recesses filled by luxurious couches, before each of which stood a small table covered with the most exhilarating refreshments.

     Two elderly gentlemen advanced and conducted us to seats.

     Presently some one sat down to a piano and struck up a quadrille, and in a few moments we were going through the fascinating evolutions of a dance.

     Our partners were particularly attentive to us, mine more especially so—in fact I can only speak for myself. He plied me with refreshments after every dance, and I could see he was immensely taken with me. Now and then he would pinch my bottom, and after a little while slyly got one hand up my clothes and groped ‘till he found my prick. His touch added fuel to the flames of lust by which I was already consumed; a very few touches sufficed to make me spend all over his hand, which I perceived gave him great pleasure.

     About two o’clock in the morning the lights were suddenly turned out, and we were all in the dark.

     “Now, love, I must have you,” he whispered. “Every one has got a partner; and after I have fucked your delicious bottom, we separate and find another partner in the dark, so there can be no favouritism or neglect of any member.”

     He made me lean over the couch on my face, and lifting up my skirts from behind, he knelt down and kissed my bottom, buggering me with his tongue ‘till the hole was well moistened. Then getting up, I felt a fine prick brought up to the charge. It hurt me a little; but he was soon in, then passing his hands ‘round my buttocks he frigged my cock most deliriously as he worked furiously in my bum.

     How I thrust out my arse to meet every lunge! But it did not last long; we were both too hot, and came almost directly. It was a delightful bottom-fuck; but the rules precluded us from having a second, and we parted with a loving kiss, and went in search of other partners.

     Before time was called about 6 a.m., I had had six different gentlemen, besides one of those dressed up as a girl. We sucked; we frigged and gamahuched, and generally finished off by the orthodox buggery in a tight arsehole.

     I became a regular frequenter of Inslip’s soirees, as I always got a fiver for the night, besides plenty of fun and refreshment; but contented myself with two nights a week, for fear of getting used up too soon, by which self-denial Eveline because a universal favourite.

CHAPTER VII. Lord Arthur, “Lady Laura” and Mr. Bruce

     The extent to which sodomy is carried on in London between gentlemen and young fellows is little dreamed of by the outside public. You remember the Boulton and Park scandal and court case? Well; I was present at the ball given at Haxell’s Hotel in the Strand. No doubt the, proprietor was quite innocent of any idea of what our fun really was; but there were two or there dressing-rooms into which the company could retire at pleasure.

     Boulton was superbly got up as a beautiful lady, and I observed Lord Arthur was very spooney upon her.

     During the evening I noticed them slip away together, and made up my mind to try and get a peep at their little game. So I followed them as quietly as possible, and saw them pass down a corridor to another apartment, not one of the dressing-rooms which I knew had been provided for the use of the party, but one which I suppose his lordship had secured for his own personal use.

     I was close enough behind them to hear the key turned in the lock. Foiled thus for a moment, I turned the handle of the next door, which admitted me to an unoccupied room, and to my great delight a beam of bright light streamed from the keyhole of a door of communication between that and the one in which my birds had taken refuge.

     Quietly kneeling down I put my eye to the hole, and found I had a famous view of all that was going on in the next room. It put me in mind of the scene between two youths that the notorious Fanny Hill had once related to have seen through a peephole at a roadside inn. I could both see and hear everything that was passing.

     Lord Arthur and Boulton, whom he addressed as Laura, were standing before a large mirror. He had his arm ‘round her waist, and every now and then drew Laura’s lips to his for a long, luscious kiss. His inamorata was not idle, for I could see her unbuttoning his trouser, and soon she let out a beautiful specimen of the
arbor vitse,
at least nine inches long and very thick. It was in glorious condition, with a great, glowing red head.

     Laura at once knelt down and kissed this jewel of love, and would, I believe, have sucked him to a spend, but Lord Arthur was too impatient, and he raised his companion from her stooping posture, and passing his hands under Laura’s clothes. She gave a very pretty scream and pretended to be shocked at this rudeness, and next he turned everything up and tossed her on the bed.

     As yet there was nothing to see but a beautiful pair of legs enveloped within lovely knicker-bocker drawers. These were prettily trimmed with the finest lace, and I could also see pink silk stockings and the most fascinating little shoes with silver buckles. His lordship quickly opened Laura’s thighs, and, putting his hand into her drawers, soon brought to light as manly a weapon as any lady could desire to see, and very different from the crinkum-crankum one usually expects to find when one throws up a lady’s petticoats and proceeds to take liberties with her. But his lordship’s love was only a man in woman’s clothes, as everyone now knows it was Boulton’s practice to make himself up as a lovely girl. There seems such a peculiar fascination to gentlemen in the idea of having a beautiful creature, such as an ordinary observer would take for a beautiful lay, to dance and flirt, with, knowing all the while that his inamorata is a youthful man in disguise.

     “What’s this beautiful plaything, Laura darling? Are you an hermaphrodite, my love? Oh, I must kiss it: it’s such a treasure! Will it spend like a man’s love?”

     I heard Lord Arthur say all this as he fondled and caressed Boulton’s prick, passing his hand up and down the ivory-white shaft and kissing the dark, ruby-coloured head every time it was uncovered.

     How excited I became at the sight you may be sure. I also longed to caress and enjoy both the fine pegos I had seen; but although my own prick was stiff almost to bursting, I determined not to frig myself, as I was sure of finding a nice partner when I returned to the ball-room. Still, I would rather have been Boulton than anyone. His make-up was so sweetly pretty that I longed to have him, and him have me.

     But to go on. I could see that the assumed Laura was greatly agitated. Her whole frame shook, whilst one of his lordship’s hands seemed to be under Laura’s bottom, and no doubt with postillioning her bottomhole; and presently, seeing how agitated he had made her, he took that splendid prick fairly into his mouth and sucked away with all the ardour of a male gamahucher; his eyes almost emitted sparks as the crisis seemed to come, and he must have swallowed every drop of the creamy emission he had worked so hard to obtain.

     His other hand frigged the shaft of Boulton’s prick rapidly as he sucked its delicious head.

     After a minute or two he wiped his mouth, and turned Laura ‘round so as to present her bottom over the edge of the bed, then threw up all the skirts over her back, and opening the drawers from behind he kissed each cheek of the lovely white bum, and tickled the little hole with his tongue. But he was too impatient to waste much time in kissing, so at once he presented his prick to Boulton’s fundament, as he held the two cheeks of his pretty arse open with his hands.

     Although such a fine cock, it did not seem to have a very difficult task to get in, and he was so excited that he very nearly came at once. But keeping his place, he soon commenced a proper bottom fuck, which both of them gave signs of enjoying intensely, for I could fairly hear his belly flop against Boulton’s buttocks at every home push, whilst each of them called the other by the most endearing terms, such as:

     “Oh, Laura, Laura, what a darling you are! Tell me, love, that you love me! tell me it’s a nice fuck!”

     And then the other would exclaim:

     Tush; push; fuck me; ram your darling prick in as fast as it will go! oh! oh! oh! quicker, quicker; do come now, dearest Arthur; my love, my pet! oh! oh!! oh!!!”

     After seeing so much I slipped away from the keyhole, and went back to the company in the dancing room.

     Park was there as a lady, dancing with a gentleman from the city, a very handsome Greek merchant. I swiftly came to decide that I did not care for either of them, however, but sat for a while on a sofa by myself, watching the dancers and taking notice of all the little freedoms they so constantly exchanged with each other.

     Presently, Lord Arthur and Laura returned to the room and came and sat down by me, his lordship, to whom Mr. Inslip had previously introduced me, at once saying:

     “Allow me to introduce you two dears to one another. Miss Laura, Miss Eveline. I must go away for a minute, and will be back directly.”

     Boulton seemed to take to me at once, and after a little ordinary conversation, whispered to me as he gave me a card:

     “Come and see us in our rooms tomorrow, as we are. I know I shall love you: but there is no chance for it here. We must amuse our customers to-night.”

     This I agreed to, and soon after the lights were turned out and a general lark in the dark took place. I do not for a moment believe there was one real female in the room, for I groped ever so many of them, and always found a nice little cock under their petticoats, most of which were quite slimy with spendings, they had been frigged so often.

     At last it was over, but just as Mr. Inslip was going to hand me to his brougham, Boulton asked him to let me go home with them, and at once drove me off with Park to their rooms near Eaton Square.

     As soon as we got to Boulton’s place, he gave me a drop of his invigorating cordial, a lovely liqueur which seemed to warm my blood to the tips of my fingers. Then we went to bed, and slept ‘till about twelve o’clock, and had breakfast all dressed as ladies (I believe the people of the house thought that we were gay ladies).

     Boulton assured me they hadn’t a rag of male clothing in the place, all their manly attire being at some other place.

     “I love to look like a girl, and to be thought one. I had such a lark the other day with a beautiful milliner at Richmond,” he said, sipping his chocolate. “You must know I was stopping at the Star and Garter Hotel, and fancied a new dress; or, rather, I had seen this lovely milliner in his shop—he was the principal—so I went in, gave my order, requesting him, despite his personal hesitation, to call on the Hon. Miss Murray at the hotel to try it on in two days’ time.

     “He was a lovely creature, nearly six feet high, but thin and beautifully proportioned, with dark brown hair, deep green eyes, and such a lovely white skin. His mouth was almost always on the smile, showing a lovely set of pearly teeth with which I was so much in love that I wanted to make him take my cock between his lips. Besides, he was just slightly freckled, which is always a great charm in my mind.

     “Mr. Bruce, that was his name, called on me about twelve o’clock, as I was at breakfast, so I pressed him to take a cup of chocolate, and as I had expected him, he did not see the cordial at the bottom of the cup before I poured it out for him.

     “Having elicited that he was not particularly busy, we sat chatting for some time about the fashion and trimmings, and things of such nature, for I am as well up in all that as any lady in England.