Bedefunde, June 29th — My name is Alice. I am 24 years old, and what most respectable folk would call a common whore. I believe I am quite comely with red lips and a complexion yet unmarked by disease and men seem to like to suckle on my ample bosom as they bury their cocks in the dark wetness between my thighs, before they release their hot seed into my cunt with much sighing and moaning and declarations of love.
I have been told by some more noble and educated men while they were enjoying my body, that whoring is an ancient and noble profession, and that in ancient times fucking was a sacred rite and a way of communing with the gods. Be that as it may, and no doubt I am no better than I ought to be, I do believe that I do some good in this world by saving honest women from undesirable perils and men from the grave sins of sodomy and self-abuse, and although Mother Church teaches that sex outside the blessed sacrament of marriage is a venal sin I have serviced many a priest and friar. One priest even told me secretly that the blessed Saint Augustine said that if all the whores were whipped and driven from the land, the capricious lusts of men would bring about such disorder that good government would be overthrown.
I did not choose this way of life and when I was a young girl I daydreamed of marrying an honest yeoman and bringing many children into the world. I was the second daughter of a common candle maker in the city of York, quite happy to carry out my domestic duties and help with the younger children. I never learned to read or write but I did pick up some simple arithmetic from helping my father with his accounts. When I was eighteen however, tragedy struck our happy family when our house burned down, killing my beloved mother and two of my younger brothers. My father declared that he would be unable to provide dowries for me or my sisters and that we would have to earn our way in the world. My older sister Elisabeth was sent to work in the kitchens of our liege lord and Mary, who was the plain one, was given to the Church. As the prettiest, he said that I could best serve the family by using my looks, and he gave me to the local whorehouse in Gropecunt Lane.
I was very frightened when I first went there. My mother had often warned me of the terrible things that men expected their wives to do in the bedroom, but it was our duty, she said, to let them satisfy their lusts in our bodies without complaint, and if we were lucky we would find a good and kindly man to love and keep us and who would not make too many gross demands. I had seen my father naked, but it came as a shock when my first customer removed his breeches to reveal what looked like a huge snake almost the length of my forearm sticking up from his loins. I was still a virgin and this first experience of a man was very painful and afterwards I thought that I might bleed to death.
I was fortunate however, and the next man I was called on to entertain was very gentle and to my utter surprise and then joy, I discovered that what my mother had told me was not true. He did not thrust his male member into my cunt as soon as I parted my legs, but stroked and caressed me, sliding his fingers along the length of my wet slit and then into my hole. I soon felt a delicious tingling between my thighs and a strange warmth running down my legs and up into my tummy. And then, wonder of wonders, when he finally entered me, there was no pain, only a feeling of such sweetness that I almost fainted with pleasure.
On a later occasion when this man took me, he did something even more extraordinary, something I would have thought of as disgusting had it not given me such pleasure. After kissing my breasts, he kissed me all the way down my tummy and then between my legs, sucking the lips of my cunt and the hard little button that guarded the entrance to my secret places, so that it became hard and throbbing with exquisite sensations.
I cannot claim that all the men I fucked were as kind or thoughtful but more often than not, I had as much pleasure as the man thrusting into me and there were some I would have allowed to take me for nothing. I discovered that not all cocks were the same and that some were very beautiful. The other girls taught me many tricks to please a man and I discovered that I enjoyed sucking their cocks and licking their balls, especially the sense of power it gave me. In fact I was proud that my skills often earned me more than the agreed price for my services, so that as well as being able to send money back to my father, I was able to buy a few pretty things in the market such as coloured ribbons for my hair.
Strangely I never got with child, unlike most of the other girls, and I started to believe that in time I might become a bawd like my mistress with my own house and able to enjoy some of the privileges of the rich people, such as meat for every meal and good wine. Though not respectable, it was not a bad life and as I said, I believed that I was doing some good in the small world of our fair city.
Then the pestilence came and apart from my mistress and me, all the other girls, some of whom I loved as dearly as if they were sisters, died in the most horrible fashion. So it was that I found myself a few weeks ago in a strange company of folk journeying on the road to the great city of London in order to seek a new life there. Along the way to entertain each other, one or other of us was chosen by lot to tell a tale, starting on the first night with a very naughty tale of an innocent novice monk and a prioress.
Among our company was an older man of very sad mien, one Oswine, a simple carpenter. He had lost his beloved wife of many years to the pestilence and his grief weighed heavy on his soul. From the beginning he was very courteous to me, unlike most of the men of the town, who were prepared to beg me for sexual favours that would never dream of asking from their wives but then pass me in the street as if I were a piece of dirt.
I recall one priest who would get me to tie him up and whip him before fucking me in the arse — it was only sodomy if it was with a man he told me, women didn't count. Yet this same supposed man of God would the next day, if I chanced upon him in public, make the sign of the cross and call out "Beware the wrath of God you harlot, repent of your sins before it is too late or suffer the flames of Hell." I ask you, who was the hypocrite — me or him. I didn't much enjoy being fucked in the arse so I made sure he paid double for his pleasures.
On our second night on the road at an inn in a town I was told was called Bawtry, before supper I espied Oswine sitting by the fire, a jug of ale on the table in front of him. Taking pity on him, I decided that I might be able to give him some relief from his melancholy. I slipped onto the bench beside him and laying my head on his shoulder, whispered in his ear, "Why so pensive and sad kind sir? What has ta'en place so recent cannot be undone; 'twas surely God's will and naught is to be gained by brooding on it. We should rejoice that we are alive, and look to the future."
He didn't say anything, just sighed. He didn't push me away however so I continued, "If you like, I could come to you tonight and give you some relief from your melancholy. I know many ways to pleasure a man and I am clean I assure you; I have always been very careful with my favours."
After a good supper of lamb stew and turnip we all gathered round to hear a story by the cook, which entertained us for a merry hour or so. Later that night after everyone had retired to bed, I made my way to the little room under the eaves of the inn where Oswine was billeted. I tapped softly on the door and after a few moments, he opened it and invited me to enter his humble room, bolting the door behind me to prevent any from disturbing us.
"Kind sir," I said, removing the simple shift, which was my only garment to stand naked before him, my flesh lit only by the warm light of a candle, "you have treated me with great consideration and I wanted to thank you for your gentleness. It is my desire to lift the weight of sadness that hangs over you like a dark shadow and help you back into the light and joy of living. As I said, I know many ways to please a man and in your rapture I am sure that you will be reborn, able to move on with hope in your heart."
As I spoke, I could see both hope and desire in his eyes and so I stepped towards him, and leaning forwards, kissed him softly on the lips and then knelt and lifted his shirt to reveal his growing manhood. As I have said, I had experienced many cocks, and while by no means the biggest I had seen, his was beautiful and strong and I knew that I would receive much pleasure when later it moved within me. I took its head between my lips and sucked him slowly into my mouth, moaning softly the while, the sweet vibrations adding to the exquisite sensations he was feeling. As I licked and sucked him, he soon grew to full stature, and this cock would soon have crowed had I not withdrawn.
"Not yet my dear man," I murmured, "that was just a foretaste of the pleasures in store for you. But I have a much better place for that magnificent weapon that now rears up ready for battle. Lie back on your cot, and I will take you on a journey such as you have never dreamed of."
As I spoke, I pushed him back onto his bed, and straddled his thighs, then lifting myself up, I took hold of his cock and rubbed it between the soft folds of flesh guarding my treasures and with a sigh, sank down, engulfing him in my wet heat. The feeling of his shaft inside my cunt was as delightful as I thought it would be, and delicious sensations started to run through me, making me tingle all over.
Leaning forward to rub my aching nipples on his chest, I kissed him on the throat, and chin and then his lips, probing deep into his mouth with my tongue. I rode him as one would a fine stallion — he matching me thrust for thrust, sometimes quickly and then at a slower pace — and together we made our way to paradise, our mutual pleasure mounting ever higher to the summit of ecstasy. Finally, his cock started to throb and his seed erupted deep into my womb in a torrent of liquid fire. In that endless moment of ineffable joy we both cried out as we entered together into the mystery of human love.
For a while, we drifted on the borders of awareness still united in the flesh, but at length, our bodies parted, and with a deep sigh of contentment, I fell into a deep sleep curled up in his strong arms where I lay until the early light of dawn peeped through the slats of the shuttered windows.
When I woke, I felt a sense of belonging and being needed such that I had not known since I was a child. Every night of our journey from thence, wherever we were lodged and however many men to whom I gave my services — for that was the only employment that I knew and I had to earn my daily bread — I would make my way to his bed to fall asleep within the safety and comfort of his arms.
We are now but a few days' journey from the centre of the great City of London. As we have traveled these last few days there has been much coming and going on the road of carts laden with goods, all making their way to the greats markets there and for the great Fair that we are told takes place a sennight’s eve on the meadows by the Thames river. It will be a good opportunity for me to find business, and earn a few pennies to repay Oswine for his generosity.
Of late Oswine, or William of York as he has chosen to call himself, has started to talk of marriage should he be successful in setting himself up as a carpenter in the capital of the kingdom. Whilst I do not feel great passion for him, I do hold him in great affection and he is gentle and considerate and would do everything he could to make me happy. I will have to think about his proposal, and perhaps, if nothing else shows up, I will accept him; I could certainly do much worse. But I do enjoy my work, and the pleasure of riding a man's cock until it crows, so as long as I can avoid catching the new pox that has come from France, and which makes one's cunny weep — or so I'm told — I will continue what I know best.
