"The idealization of woman has, besides other faults, that of causing us to take a dislike to our ordinary companions. How, indeed, after being present at the devotion of Sophonisba, at the suicide of the chaste Lucretia, at the display of the virtues of Mademoiselle Agnes, and at that of the form of Venus at the bath, can we contemplate with ravished eye the wife no less plain than lawful who is sitting with sullen air at our fireside, who has no other care than that of her person, no other moral capital than a round enough sum of prejudices and follies, and whose charms, finally, resemble more those of a Hottentot Venus than those of Venus Aphrodite."
Hector FRANCE.
INTRODUCTION
A Town Bull has an antique flavour with an imaginative twist and an underlying humor. The sense of humor is important for, in my opinion, it is this sense which makes one of the major differences between objectionably sordid writing and acceptable, instructive realism.
A highly respected writer-critic has recently observed that many modern authors might be characterized by their hatred for the human race and the subsequent morbidity of their works.
A Town Bull has atmosphere, interest and an obvious love for people and joie de vivre. The anonymous author of A Town Bull has demonstrated his pleasure with the human state of affairs.
Our book was written in the 19th century and quite accurately conveys a feeling for the more leisurely and unsophisticated pace of that period. It is in this portrayal of an aspect of our history that we find one of the more telling arguments in favour of bringing this work forth for a contemporary audience.
Many of the works of a realistic nature which have been recently published such as Fanny Hill, My Life And Loves or My Secret Life have had a British or Continental aspect. A Town Bull is avowedly American and must be understood in all that term implies.
This book has some flavour of the nature of Uncle Sam in his adolescent days; frank, boisterous, open-handed, not given to artificial niceties and adventurous. The traditions of our land are not all Puritanical ... Whereas other works mentioned allude to class and social groups somewhat unfamiliar to us, this work describes with both authenticity and imagination the healthy bawdiness of our cities during the influx of immigration and the rugged individualism of the 1800's.
We must, of course, anticipate the question of the author's language and the attendant question of realism. One answer to this question lies in the self-evident realism of the work before us. One need only turn to the press accounts, the police blotters or the histories of New York City during the latter part of the 19th century to be assured that deviant deeds occurred and that rough language accompanied rough behaviour.
We need only remember that this classic book comes from the period when one of New York City's most revered clergymen was associated with a gleefully discussed marital and extramarital scandal.
So, A Town Bull fulfills one of its legitimate functions as art and literature by providing an insight into reality by both literal and figurative detail. Let us cite an unimpeachable source on the function of the novel:
By contemplating the fables of a people, we have a successive delineation of their prevalent modes of thinking, a picture of their feelings and tastes and habits. In this respect, prose fiction appears to possess advantages considerably superior either to history or poetry. In history there is too little individuality; in poetry, too much effort to permit the poet and historian to portray the manners living as they rise.
History treats of man, as it were in the mass, and the individuals who it paints are regarded merely, or principally, in a public light, without taking into consideration their private feelings, tastes or habits.
Poetry is in general capable of too little detail, while its paintings, at the same time, are usually too much forced and exaggerated. But in fiction we can discriminate without impropriety, and enter into detail without meanness. Hence it has been remarked, that it is chiefly in the fictions of an age that we can discover the modes of living, dress and manners of the period. (History of Fiction, by John Dunlop, Edinburgh, 1816.)
So we, here, pursue "the modes of living, dress and manners of the period" as the proper spheres of fictional literature.
Having alluded to the Henry Ward Beecher scandal, we must next call attention to the chapter which involves men of the cloth in the sexual antics of the hero. Erotic literature has traditionally aspired to an iconoclastic position; that is, in the tradition of Voltaire and Henry Miller, it has delighted in pointing out that idols often have feet of clay.
We do not like to think of members of the clergy as having weaknesses, but it would be unrealistic, if not fantasy, to assert that clerical types never have "base" urges. While bibliographers of erotic literature such as Ashbee (especially in Centuria Librorum Absconditorum) have voluminous lists of works associating the church and its clergy with sexual debauchery, it does not appear here that the author is intent upon a blanket anti-clerical ism. The intent here is clearly within that broader humorous tradition which reminds us that all men have weaknesses, that no man is immune merely because of his position, and that even would-be saints have sinner-like propensities.
The reader's attention must be directed to one more curious fact before he is permitted to proceed to this adventure in reading. A Town Bull attempts a social commentary which, while not unique, is not common in erotic literature. This commentary is found in the latter chapters which set the stage for a socio-sexual Utopia, the real Elysian Fields of the sub-title which cuts across the lines of race or monogamous practice.
Readers familiar with American history must surely know that several attempts were made in just this direction and that while most attempts were not long-lived, they profoundly affected the course of culture in the United States.
There were many communal settlements in the 1800's; some of them primarily intellectual (e.g. Brook Farm), some of them ascetic and anti-sexual (e.g. The Shakers) and some which experimented with sexual mores as well as community organization, notably the Oneida Community.
We must assume that the author of A Town Bull was familiar with these facts and at tempted to include an insight into the possible human emotions involved in this work. We may also speculate about his assertions concerning a society which ignored the bars of race in sexual matters. Quite possibly in this otherwise charming period piece of erotic realism, we find the statement of a man who deserves the title of prophet as well as perceptive social commentator. Which other of the popular sexual chronicles includes such an enlightening view of race??
PREFACE
One of the most astounding features of the intellectual activity of the present ages is the tremendous focus of intelligence concentrated upon the phenomena of the sexual life. Physicians, , Judges, Advocates, Scientists and Anthropologists all combine to lift some corner of the veil that has hitherto concealed these things from the public view.
Many works deal with the collection and classification of the abnormalities of the Genital Instinct. The present book is not one that falls under this category.
But it has its use, and will prove of service to the Student of Medico-legal literature.
It is a book of pure Lust at white heat. The Man who wrote it, evidently believed every word he put down, and there is undoubtedly, a large substratum of truth in the events recorded. The author must have been a libertine of the liveliest kind. The question arises whether in truth he did possess the huge dimensions of genital parts to which he lays claim.
If he did, it is a great pity that Science never put her hands upon him. He would have proved an interesting specimen and his nude photograph in a state of erection should have been taken and preserved in the annals of Medical lore. We do not doubt but that such men exist. Amongst our own friends we know of Gentlemen abnormally developed, who are at once the terror of some women, and the delight of others with larger powers of receptiveness.
Readers of the present book will bear in mind that it is not for public circulation. Nor is it intended to take the place of Bible or Prayer book on a Sunday morning. We issue it with a scientific object and trust that it may inspire fruitful enquiries of a physiological nature and stimulate fresh research into the question of the means of enlarging that most delightful portion of the human male's anatomy-"a standing prick." We proceed now to the Author's own short preface, the style of which shows his American origin, while its charming naivety demonstrates the sincerity of his Priapeian creed.
"When I, Bob Sterling, was born, Venus, just risen from the bed of Mars and filled with amorous satisfaction, must have looked down, as I uttered my first weak cry, and as a return for the joys with which she still was panting, gone to the altar and as a grateful offering prayed:
"Sweet Priapus, may this child, born a the climax of my happiness with Mars, be richly endowed by thee, that Earthly Women may know and taste the sweets of his God-like image of thy Sceptre!"
I say-something like this must have happened ; for when adolescent, I developed manly qualities, which my kind lady-friends vow they never have seen equalled, and although I am modest, I am too polite to contradict them and I therefore write you "A Tale of my Tail."
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I In the Back-Parlour of an American Saloon
CHAPTER II The result of an advertisement
CHAPTER III An orgy of grown-up people
CHAPTER IV Ravishing a maid
CHAPTER V Helping an old man's wife
CHAPTER VI Adultery in the confessional
CHAPTER VII Debauching a Negro Lad
CHAPTER VIII The farewell of a Yankee Messalina
CHAPTER IX Lessons with a French Woman
CHAPTER X Gambols with red-hot virgins
CHAPTER XI Quietness once a week
CHAPTER XII Married to an old sweetheart
CHAPTER XIII A society of free-lovers
CHAPTER XIV Final scenes of lasciviousness
CONCLUSION Strong and without shame to the last
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CHAPTER ONE
IN THE BACK-PARLOUR OF AN AMERICAN SALOON
-At twenty-one, I was in New York as clerk at a good salary, spending my money freely on wine and women, until one of those Wall Street panics shook the whole business-community and I found myself stranded with a few dollars only in my pocket. I paid my landlady, asked her to keep my trunk a few days, and strolled out to seek some cheap lodging, until I could find employment.
As I wandered through the fashionable promenades, the brilliant electric lights shone on a scene I knew full well, and on many free and easy women, into whose good graces my pocket-book had been an "Open Sesame." But now, what had I to do with them? They were earning their living; why harbor ugly thoughts if they passed me by? Rather leave this brilliant scene, and go into the by-ways, where pocket-books were as slim as mine.
As I wandered in the dingy streets on the East Side, I was thirsty. No half bottle of Roederer now; a glass of beer must suffice and I entered one of those small German saloons that abound in that quarter. A few bottles of cheap wine, a keg of beer, and a woman, fair, fat and forty were the table of contents. The buxom proprietress served me a foaming mug and chatted pleasantly, as she drank another herself. She seemed to take an interest in me; and thinking she might know some suitable lodging, I asked her. "Why," she said, "I am alone here and there are two bedrooms back of the shop. If you like, I will show them to you. But we must shut up shop first, as it's getting late. You just lock the door and pull down the shade, while I wash the glasses." And as I turned the key, she had her back turned to me and leaning away over the sink, was busy washing. By Jose! what an expanse of buttocks! What a magnificent pair of legs! The town-bull was ready to serve. "Ah, my dear, your splendid bum and legs have made me as stiff as a poker."
"Go away!" she said. Then in a moment changing her tune, "You have not seen them yet, would you like to?" And before I could answer, the lively woman, still leaning over, pulled her skirt up to the middle of her back and I was handling buttocks as luxurious and rosy as Rubens ever painted, and my fine erection was poking between them in a j if fey.
"Wait a minute, this ain't comfortable," and straightening up, the now eager woman lifted her clothes to her waist and threw herself on her back on a table. As my stick entered her, "Lord!" she cried, "What a big pego you must have." And as I worked my spigot hard and fast into her bung-hole, she sighed and wriggled, called me a splendid diddler, and spending, her juices oozed out around my prick, just as the foamy beer does round the in-driven spigot. As her heaving belly quickened and I sat down opposite, gazing at her richly developed charms, she continued to praise the way I had fucked her and jumping-up. "Let us go to bed." And in a small room, we, stark naked, mounted to bed. She was not bad; a mountain of firm fruity flesh, not heavy yet, but lively as a young girl, who has just begun to know the fun of tickling.
"Oh, what a whopper he is," as her plump hand grasped my already stiffening prick.
"What a fine comforter for a woman every night in the year. And his raising himself again so quick. Lord-how big he is getting! Oh, my dear boy, it is splendid, put it into me again!" And once again I made the buxom belly shake with the pleasure of a good hard diddle, till she squirmed, and vowed I fucked as hard as a bull.
As we rested, she played with the fallen pintle, I wanted her to kiss it to a stand. "No, I won't, I never kissed a man's cock and I won't. You can fuck me all you want, but I won't suck; it is nasty." Here was a kink in lechery. Many a dainty lady, supposed to be virtuous, have I had kiss and suck my ruby-headed spear; and yet, this rough child of the people, vulgar and perhaps coarse, would not touch it with her lips. In fact, from experience I know that the daintier and higher-toned the woman, the deeper she will go in lechery, if she once gets a taste for it; and my experience will prove it.
For a week my German Venus boarded me, fasted me, kept me in trim, to serve as stallion to her, and I took her adoration pleasantly. She even went so far in keeping me amused, as to rope in a young married woman, who lived over the shop, and for whom I expressed admiration, having seen her one day in the privy, with skirts up to her waist, making water. The woman's husband was at work, and as we saw her go up to her room-"Ah, my lusty plugger. I will see if I cannot get that pretty piece of virtue to take a taste of this,"-and my buxom mistress took out a good ten inches of rosy stiffness from my breeches: "Strip and go to bed in the back room." And as I lay on my back with perpendicular prick, "Lord-I am generous to give another cunt a taste of that, but I will!" and off she started. Soon I heard their voices in the shop. "What-you never tasted brandy! Oh! it is good, it warms your inside so, makes the blood boil!" and as I peeped into the room, my hostess was pouring out two big bumpers of Cognac, each enough to go to a man's head, let alone a woman's. Mrs. Virtue from up stairs seemed to like it, sipped it first, then took a big gulp:-"Oh, it makes one feel real good," she said. "There is not any trade this time of the day," said the knowing temptress, "I will lock the door and we can have a little spree all by ourselves." And the two glasses were filled again and emptied. "Oh, how lively it makes me," said Mrs. Virtue, "I feel as if I could dance like those girls at the theatre, who throw their heels as high as their heads."
"Let us both strip and try it," said the elder one; and in a second her clothes dropped to the ground. "Oh, what a fine woman you are," cried Mrs. Virtue. "Why don't you get married? Any man would like such a plump piece of flesh in bed with him."
"That is all very well, my dear, but I never felt like tying myself to one man. If I meet a fine fellow, it is so much nicer, you know, I can take a fuck out of him without fear of a jealous husband raising hell about it. Hurry up and get out of your clothes." And helping her, Mrs. Virtue was soon arranged in two pink stockings and a pretty garb of buff with woolly trimmings. "What a shame to keep such a pretty shape, for the pleasure of one cock only," cried our hostess. "Why don't you steal a nice little diddle now and then, when your husband is at work? Lots of men would pay you well to get into you."
"Oh, stop talking about men; let us dance." And the half tipsy Mrs. Virtue commenced kicking her pretty legs high in the air; she was limber and light on her feet, and in complete abandonment she threw her legs up in the air, whirled round and round the more solid seducer, who managed it so, that the lively girl gave me, peeping, the fullest possible view of every part of her. "How I would like to see you dancing up and down, with a good stiff prick in you," cried the elder. "If you had one I would," answered the girl, "I have often dreamed of trying it with other men, but never did. If you only had a cock growing out of that fat belly of yours, I would make you fuck me in two minutes." This was enough! Grabbing the girl, she pulled her into the bedroom, where I had hastily thrown myself on my back and pretended to be asleep.
The girl saw me and gave a little shriek.
"Hush, you will wake him. Ain't he a fine fellow? He is lazy and I keep him just to have his big prick always handy. Just feel it! Ain't it a beauty?" And the elder woman carried the younger's hand down on the ten inches of perpendicular, that stood out from my belly. As the plump little hand grasped it, I could stand no more, but springing up, grabbed Mrs. Virtue, laid her flat on her back and knelt between her thighs. "Fuck her! fuck her!" cried our hostess, "Let her feel, how much better stolen sweets are, than always diddling the same old cock."
"Well, my dear," said I, "would you like a few shakes of this?" And I held its bulky length out at her, the skin drawn down to show all its red readiness. The girl squirmed-"You shall," she cried, "Put it into me. I am drunk and my slit is ablaze. Quick, fuck me. The very sight of your big prick makes me ready to spend." And I was on her and the big prick fleshed in Mrs. Virtue's hot and eager cunt.
"Give it to her," cried our hostess, "show her a husband's fucking is not worth a fart, compared to a lover's." And the girl seemed of this opinion; for I was no sooner stretching Mrs. Virtue's sheath with my enormous erection, than, fright forgotten, the true nature of the girl came out, and in a spasm of lechery she seized me with arms and legs, fired her kisses on every part she could reach, and heaved her belly and wriggled her bum as lively as any bit of flesh I ever got under me. And as my prick began to swell and spend, she cried: "Oh! it is heavenly-quick-I am coming.-Give it to me-diddle me harder. There, there-I am going off! How I feel it, it is shooting into me. You darling fellow, give it to me, all of it?" And squirming and panting I ran my cock to a gradual standstill and lay tired for a minute on Mrs. Virtue's belly. As I rolled off and lay beside her, leaning on my elbow, she flung her arms around me, kissed me pantingly and soon took the fallen hero in her hand. "Stolen sweets are best," she said. And then throwing herself in the arms of our hostess, "Oh, you dear woman, I am so glad you made me do it. It was splendid. How you must feel. Let me rub it for you." And so excited was our hostess, that she spent in the frigging hand of Mrs. Virtue, while her own hands were playing with my prick and balls, until when she dropped off, its rose head was pointing to heaven. But it did not waste its rosy invitation long in the desert air; for I made the nimble Mrs. Virtue get up and give us a continuance of the dancing, that had first exposed all her person to me. Made her turn heels over head, stand close to the bed and put one leg on the head board-and our hostess, springing up, made the lively girl stand on her head on the bed, while she held her legs wide open. Then between them, they handled the Cock-robin, told him what a fine fellow he was, until they had a stiff erection to gloat over. And throwing Mrs. Virtue on her belly, I got behind her and ploughed into her quivering body, with a good rousing probe, that sent her buttocks bounding in a delicious spasm of jerks and made her scream with delight, when gorged with a bagful of cream. If her husband did not find her well stretched that night, it was not my fault.
CHAPTER TWO
THE RESULT OF AN ADVERTISEMENT
For a month or two my hostess and Mrs. Virtue continued to consume all the sperm I brewed on my big cream jug; and two better oiled crevices could not be found in the great city. I did not get tired of them; but a man don't feel right without money in his pocket. One day reading a newspaper, I saw in the "Personal" column:
"A widow of 35, with means, wants a man's services in her house; must be young, discreet and strong."
And it gave initials and a private letter-box address. Well, thought I, perhaps this is an opportunity. What kind of services does the widow want? At any rate I answered it, describing myself, and the next day received this; "Walk past the-Hotel at 12 o'clock exactly, wearing a flower in your hat band." I laughed, that will point me out quick enough. And at 12 o'clock-a couple of violets in my hat, I paraded two or three times past the hotel named. Nothing happened, but as I walked away, a messenger boy handed me a note. I read: "I have seen you. If you are discreet, call at number so and so at 3 o'clock and ask for Miss Bella Sraton. An indiscreet word will get us both into trouble."
At 3 o'clock a coloured woman opened the door of the house and silently leading me to the back parlour, I was left alone. It was an assignation house, where frisky wives wiggle in livelier beds then their own. Then a voice said: "Your correspondent is here, but will not disclose herself, until she knows you will suit. I am a respectable married woman of 30. My husband is a cold-blooded business-man, who is traveling three-fourths of the year. I live in good style, in a flat with a young Creole servant. I want a man who will pretend to be a servant, but whose chief work will be to keep my amorous feelings in order. You look as if you could be trusted. Will you let me see you, as you would appear at my bed-side, imagining me laid out before you as Eve?" The voice was pleasant and refined. Quickly I rose from the sofa, and in a minute stood in the middle of the floor, a new Adam, and with a pego, that the thought of a new slit to raid had lifted into a giant yard. Out from the curtain of a doorway stepped a nude woman, as lovely a bit of gentlewoman's flesh as I ever saw; small of stature, but beautifully rounded. One glance told me she was a Venus. Naked, but for black stockings making her white flesh more dazzling and a small black mask, hiding the upper part of her face, except her sparkling yes. I stepped forward. But she held up her hand to stop me: "One word. I want a lover who will forget my respectability, who will appeal to all my lascivious longings, who will treat me just as he would a loose woman in a brothel. I want to give and take lewdness with him, in every form." I could not wait longer. I sprang at her with a lecherous cry. I kissed her mouth, shoulders, breasts, belly; and opening her thighs, her hairy cunt, threw her on the edge of the bed, pulled a pillow under her head and kneeling over her, held out my prick, ready to burst: "Will that suit you?"
"Oh it is superb, beautiful." And taking it a minute in her hand, with a sudden movement, she kissed its swollen head, with open lips.
This was too much. Throwing myself back, I seized her beautiful lips with my hands. "If you want it, put it in!" I cried. And her soft hand grabbed the stanchion and pointed it between the lips of her slit.
"Fuck me, diddle me. Think I am a common whore."
"Well, my lovely harlot, how do you like that and that and that?" And I poured into her hot cunt thrust after thrust of a vigorous stroking as man ever gave. She yelled with delight. "Oh you darling, go on just as fast and hot as you can. I have a belly-full of hot stuff to bathe your splendid prick with. And it is coming." And throwing her plump legs high up, she crossed them round my waist and with lightning, lunging burn, I gave her a shower of sperm, that sent her into a wild frenzy of lustful heaves and satisfied pantings. Leaving off her mask: "See me," she cried, "a sensual slave to all the lust you can pour into me. We kept my cunt starving for years and now I am going to feast it full on that splendid prick of yours. Talk bawdy, vulgarly, wildly lecherously, teach me all you know of lustful pleasure. Even the most outre. Order me around as you would a common strumpet." And I lifting her up and lying on my back, she lay upon my belly, her bum still rising and falling, while her lovely breasts were heaving on mine. "I am rich, I will give you money, and you will give me that lovely life-giving sperm of yours." And raising herself up, she broke away from me and knelt on the floor between my legs, covering with hot kisses the fallen god of her desires. "That is all one-sided," I cried. And lifting her up, I pulled her on the bed, feet first, till my head was opposite her hairy home of lust and my fallen prick close to her face. Her hands fondled it, her eager kisses covered it and the red purse; she held it in her fingers. "Oh you darling!" And her open mouth received the wet probe and with lecherous lips and tongue rolled it like a sweet morsel, while I, with purred-out lips, and thrusting licking tongue, soon made her work her lovely buttocks with amorous wiggles. "See how stiff again!" she cried, "I would love to suck this lovely head, but not this time. My belly wants it too bad." And her belly, wound close with tight clinging arms and legs, while tongue and cock plunged into two red openings, that sucked them with a clinging lasciviousness, that few women have the ardour to perfectly portray. "Let me bathe you off," I said, when we had caught our breath. "No, you shall not. Not till the end. I like the sticky stuff; like to be plastered with it all over. See, I am not dainty." And she took the sperm-covered pintle in her mouth. "Let us look at each other in the mirror." And standing there naked, we gloated over each other's naked shiny bodies. And starting at her forehead, I kissed mouth, titties, belly, buttocks, thighs, slit, till she squirmed and as I rose, she threw herself on me and her luscious lips paid me back, kiss for kiss, till, on her knees before me, I had the delicious picture in the mirror of this lovely dainty woman kneeling before me as I stood, pouring hot kisses on prick and balls, taking the humbled giant in her mouth and with lips and rosy tongue, recalling again its robust stature. "Oh! it is a big mouthful now," she cried eagerly.
"Shall we suck each other?"
"It is too quick. Let us prolong the delight. Let me see you rolling on the floor. Put yourself in every possible lustful pose." And throwing myself in a chair, I watched that lewd white body of hers roll over and over on the crimson carpet. Now flat on her back, with open arms and legs, then standing, jutting out her belly and with her fingers pulling wide open the portals of her slit; then with a leg high up on the end of the bed, the other on the floor; now flat on her back, grabbing her feet in her hands and holding her legs stretched wide open, till she almost split herself in two; then standing, her lower body bent forward, and her head touching her feet, her beautiful slit as plainly in view below her broad buttocks; till, unable to restrain, myself, I rushed behind her and stuck my prick into its rosy depths.
"No, no!" she cried," our mouths are to enjoy this one." And rolling on her back on the floor," Come on, my lips are eager to eat that splendid mouthful." And quick she had it, while I opened her slit with my lips and plunged in my tongue. Oh, what a delicious duet of sucking it was; never epicure mouthed and tasted and rolled on his tongue, a daintier morsel, with greater gusto, then did we, the quick flesh of each other's cock and cunt, till with wild working thighs, the electric signal of the coming flood was struck and my mouth sucked from her rich stores a delicious flow of lust, while her never tiring lips bulged with the swollen, bursting flesh; and the hot flood of sperm flew into her eager mouth, choked her, till she retired a little; then flew in generous stream over her face and breasts, till catching breath, with an ardent, cry, she again engulfed it and sucked it, till the last drop of heavenly agony was swallowed, in her quivering abdomen. "Oh, you darling!" she sighed, as she lay half on top of me, on arm around my neck, the other hand playing with my prick. "Oh, you darling lover, will you be all mine? Come and live with me when my husband is away. He won't be back in two months now, and there is no one in the flat, but Mollie, the servant, a pretty little virgin-Creole of 14. She is hot too, and we often frig and suck each other. Won't it be lovely, with you between us, both playing with your love-stick. Won't we make you spend and you us. I cannot talk about money, naked in your arms, but I have got enough; and when that icicle of a husband of mine telegraphs me, he is started for New York, and you have to leave me, you shall be well paid for all the sweet sperm you have spent for me out of this lovely purse;" and she squeezed my balls with plump caressing hand. It was decided, that I should report for duty, ostensibly as servant, the second day after.
CHAPTER THREE
AN ORGY OF GROWN-UP PEOPLE
A s I walked home, the brisk air freshened me up. I was going to leave my kind hostess and hot Mrs. Virtue. I must pretend I have received an offer of employment in a distant city and bid them goodbye for ever.
I told my hostess that I was tired and went to bed, and slept the sleep of the just until nightfall. When I woke, the buxom landlady was seated by me. "Oh, I have not touched it, and see how it looks!" And I saw and felt my prick pulled off all the clothes and was gloating over her prospects of a hot diddle. "Fro!"
I cried, throwing her back and exposing her anxious belly; "to-night we must get all the fun we can out of each other, for to-morrow I have got to go away and shall not be back for some time." She burst into tears. "Oh, how cruel!" But I pacified her and proposed to give the night up to a revel of smuttiness. She closed the shop, and was undressing, when a knock came and Mrs. Virtue entered. "Oh you were just going to work, were you? Wait, I have something to tell you, my conscience has been troubling me, about deceiving my husband and last night I confessed all to him, as we lay in bed.
"I did not know how he would take it, whether he would kill me, or what. Instead, he was excited by the thought, called me a prostitute, a whore, but I did not mind that, for he rolled on top of me and gave me the hottest fuck he ever gave me in his life. I told him every detail of our meeting."
"And now we will have a night of lechery, all four of us in the shop. Go and get him, and stark naked, we four will get drunk with wine and lust."
Mrs. Virtue, kissing my prick, ran out. Then, my landlady and I, naked, lit the gas brightly in the larger room and carried my bed in to the centre of it, when a knock came, the couple from upstairs joined us and Mrs. Virtue rushed up to me.
"See, hubby, are you jealous?" And she had my prick in her hand. "Jealousy be damned!" he cried. And he and our hostess were handling each other. Then stopping, Mr. Virtue grabbed his wife. "I will show you, how jealous I am,"-pushed her down on her knees and made her take my prick in her mouth. Then throwing her on the edge of the mattress. "Come, whore her!" he cried to me. And as they watched and frigged us, my wound-up poker gave her as fresh a fuck, as if I had not had a hardon in a week and the wildly happy wife yelled in the agony of spending: "I want to be a whore, I will be a whore, Oh, whoring is heavenly. Hubby, I love you, but I love to be whored best." And as we quieted, the buxom hostess threw herself beside us, and the excited Mr. V. vented his lust in a hot race in her belly, and in a minute all four lay panting.
"It is our last night, let us all get tipsy!" And our hostess brought to each a tumbler of whisky. "Now, each one shall drink it all at one draught!" It was fiery stuff; but reckless, we drained every drop, and its fire made us drunk. Leaving me, Mrs. V. ran over to her husband.-"Hubby, I never kissed your prick." And, in a second, she seemed to be swallowing it. "Stop, you whore, or I will go off in your mouth."
"No, you shall not." And rushing to me, she grabbed my staff in her hand and pulled me to the bed. "Whore me," she cried, and I plunged my prick to the hilt into her, while the excited hostess knelt over her face and the wife guided her husband's cock into her cunt. The two lustful women were beside themselves, and worked their fine buttocks as fast as we did.
If there was any pre-eminence among us of outre lechery, the modest Mrs. Virtue took the cake. The liquor had turned her from quiet respectability into a chamber bacchanalian, as you would have acknowledged, had you seen her, when the hostess rolled over on the bed, squirming with a good full belly, she seized her husband's slimy prick so far in her mouth, as to hide it completely and would not let either of us men leave her, till thoroughly empty.
"More drink," she cried. "How would you like some out of my bladder-kidneys?" I cried. And with that, I grabbed her, laid her flat on the wooden bar, and standing up, pissed all over her. "Don't waste it, I want it inside of me." And the smutty girl sucked out every drop of urine, while from her slit she shot out a vigorous flow of piss. "Oh, you dirty creatures!" cried our hostess, and seizing a rubber hose, she turned on the water; and as we laid there, on the bar, played it on us, as you would on a horse, and we were soon clean again. As she laid down the hose, the vivid imagination of Mrs. V. jumped on a new idea. Snatching it up, she stuck the end of the hose in her cunt and turned on the water. "Now, it is fresh again," she cried. And my prick, proud from her wild antics, was soon pouring oil on her well-watered insides; while Mrs. V. and our hostess, for novelty's sake lay heads to heels and frigged each other, till empty.
As Mrs. V. lay resting, her head on my lap, squeezing and kissing my cock, close to her face, her lewd fancy hit a new motive. "I have got a new one," she cried. "A new what?" we asked. "A new cock to fuck me, one that is always stiff." And jumping up, she grabbed a stool and went over to where a barrel of beer lay, with a big, bright spigot in it. "I am going to let a beer-key fuck me." And seated on the stool, she tried to make connection between the spigot and her slit, but could not. Quickly I went to her assistance. Straddled across the barrel, I made her lie on the floor in front of it, and lifting up her legs, pulled her up, bum first, till she rested only on arms and shoulders and the spigot was close to her slit. Another pull, and the fat brass nozzle was embedded in her cunt, and turning on the faucet, the lively, foaming beer rushed into her with wild velocity, fizzing and frothing, till gorged with the long continued flow, the lascivious girl's belly swelled, ready to burst, her whole body was in a wild frenzy, and she shrieked with delightful lustfulness. Then, as her cunt could hold no more, I turned it off, lifted her up on top on of the barrel, and with my mouth glued to her slit, sucked a pint or more of female flavored beer into my belly. It still oozed out, as I quit, but my prick demanded attention. "Wet it!" I cried, and pushing her down on her belly on the bed side, I presented it, slippery with spittle at the small back entrance, between her bum's broad cheeks.
"Where are you putting it?"
"Can't you feel?"
"Oh, it is going into my arse. Oh, dear, it is too big," and she wiggled her beautiful bum from one side to the other, until I grabbed her with my hands, held her tight, and with a frantic lunge, was in complete possession of the narrow defile, and marching double quick up and down its tight alley. "My cunt, my cunt,-quick-do something for it." And her husband, crawling under us, soon fixed his mouth upon its red hot lips, and with his tongue in slit, and my prick in cul, the girl fairly shouted as we worked, and yelled as we all spent, with our hostess bringing her cunt close to the nasty girl's mouth, smothered its racket, and I could see from the elder woman's heaving belly, that the smut-gutted girl was fucking it with her tongue.
As we finished, Mr. V. seized the broad buttocks of our hostess and fingering her slit? she in turn had her arsehole watered with his boiling sperm, while her own hot emission wetted the fingers in her cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
RAVISHING A MAID
The next morning, desiring to avoid a farewell scene with my kind landlady, I slipped out with my few possessions, determined to rest at some lodging-house, until the next day made me the body servant of the aristocratic Mrs. Belle Seaton. I took a long walk in the Park and then went to a cheap bath; and when I left it, I felt so invigorated, that as night came on, after a hasty dinner, I made up my mind to go to my new Mistress's house that very night, and waiting till about 9 o'clock, so that any company might be gone, I went there and soon stood at her door on the third floor of a big apartment house.
To my ring, the door opened a little, and a young, fresh, olive-colored face peeped out. "Is Miss Belle Seaton in?"
"Yes," answered the girl. "Tell her-" I got no further; my new mistress had recognized my voice. Quick the door was opened; I stepped in; it was shut, and I found myself in the naked arms of Mrs. Belle, while the pretty-brown Rose looked on, clad only in a shawl thrown round her shoulders. "Oh, you darling fellow, I wished for you so hard that you came. I could not wait for tomorrow. My passions were too much for me, and Rose and I were just going to have a tongue tilting match at each other." And I was led by the amorous woman into a lovely, large room, furnished with luxurious richness; the centre empty and on one side an inviting sofa, on the other a bed, fit for Venus and Adonis to make love in.
"Rose?" And the pretty, dusky handmaiden came a few steps into the room, trying to hide her virgin slit, with the small shawl, her only covering. "Bring in two quarts of champagne." And as the plump little fourteen-year-old turned her back, we had a full view of a fat little bottom and straight, well-rounded legs. "Oh, you have got your eye on her," cried Miss Bell. "Well, you shall have her any way you want her, except you must not try to rupture her virginity with this,"-and the lustful woman grasped the stiff rod in my breeches. "Oh, you are ready for the fray," she cried. "Come, strip naked," and on her knees, she opened my trousers, pulled them down to my heels, and as I pulled my shirt over my head, clasped my naked thighs in her arms, and kissed the object of her desires.
I raised her up and threw her on the side of the bed:-"Wait a minute; hurry, Rose, if you want to see me take my first fuck out of this splendid prick." And the pretty girl came running in, a bottle under one arm, another in her hand, while the other held the glasses. As she ran, the shawl fell off, and putting her load down, the naked child stood close beside us. "Put his prick in my cunt," cried the excited woman, and Rose's plump little hand grasped my swelling penis and aimed it deep into her mistress slit. And as I plunged it deeper in, till her black ringlets curled in mine, and her fat arse was firmly clutched in my hands, while mine commenced to work, with all the engines of my lust, urging it back and forth,-the delighted Miss Belle, working her buttocks in lustful harmony, cried: "See me whoever wants to. I would not care if all the world looked on to see me so finely fucked!
See me! I am a whore, from mouth to cunt. I live to be whored. I cannot get on without it. My cunt was made to have a prick in it all the time, and yours, dear fellow, fits it exactly. Each thrust makes me squirm. Don't it look lovely, Rose, rushing in and out? Oh, I can't hold out longer." And the handsome thighs were thrown around my waist; the legs and feet joined on my back, the heels kicking my arse, and the voluptuous woman cried:
"Give it to me, now! Fuck your whore with all your might. Oh, those lightning thrusts; that swelling prick! Squeeze his balls, Rose, and kiss his lovely shaft." And Rose-on her knees, with excited lips and hands obeyed-till the lust-mad woman cried-"There, there! There goes the first shot! I feel his hot sperm hit my belly-my womb. It is so hot, it burns me. Splendid! Keep on! Pump it into me! Now, I am going!" And the crazy wanton held me, as in a vice, while our bellies thumped together, and my enormous prick, swollen bigger than ever before, flooded and deluged the hottest cunt it had ever entered with such a torrent of sperm, meeting such a downpour of her hot spending, that we both cried out and continued our heaving happiness, till almost breathless, she murmured: "Oh, you darling ravisher! You splendid diddler! My cunt can never be happy without you. I am your slave, your whore, your harlot, ready to be whored out in the public streets, if you want to. I only live to be whored. I will die for it!" And she did seem to be dying, as the quiet reaction set in. But Rose quickly filled the goblets and the life-giving wine soon revived us both, as we lay happy side by side. "Oh, Miss Belle!" It was Rose, wiggling her pretty thighs, her hand pressed to her slit. "Poor child, she wants it too!" And seizing the pretty young virgin, she placed her straddled over my face, as I leaned back against the pillow; and seizing her plump ' bum, I pressed her lightly shaded cunt to my mouth, and tickled and thrust in its lips my nimble tongue. Oh the cries of rapture, the burning virgin uttered, the frantic heaves of her young thighs, and rapid throbbing of her belly, till quickening my tongue thrusts, the lovely child of lust spent in my mouth and fell back on my belly, her little gaping slit close to my eyes.
How Mrs. Belle and I gloated over the pretty panting picture! When with a sudden rousing of herself, the little wench turned completely over and kissed again and again the big prick, close to her face. And as her pretty backside stared up at me, I spread the cheeks with my hands, and the lecherous Mrs. Belle, catching my thought, said: "Yes, some day, you shall put that big prick in there. But now, I want it all, I am on fire again!" And pushing Rose on her feet on the floor-"More wine!" and the still heaving virgin tottered over the table, while Mrs. Belle was caressing fondly but gently the new awakening Priapus had sent her. "Bring the bottle, Rose!" And taking it, I held it under my testicles, so that the long neck, like a glass prick, was close to my stiff cock and the two gaping mouths stared the lustful Mrs. Belle in the face. "Oh, what a big mouthful!" she cried, "you want me to swallow them both together." And her wide-stretched lips took in the quick flesh of my staff and the mouth of the bottle, which I tipped up; and the voluptuous woman had the wine pouring into her, while her tongue rolled it around my wet prick, bathed it in the sparkling liquid and gulped it all down, till breathless, she threw her head back on the pillow. Jumping to my feet on the bed, I pulled her back up on the pillow, her head on the bed and hung her legs over the headboard; thus her body was standing up almost straight, but upside down. Kneeling over her face, I took the half emptied bottle, and covering the mouth, so as not to spill, I inserted the neck in her wide-stretched slit, and let the wine flow gurgling down into her excited abdomen. "Oh, that is fine! I am drinking wine with my cunt!" And as her upright body still had it stored in there, I glued my lips to her hole and sucked it out; gradually falling back, lifting her along with me, I continued to drink wine out of her slit, till my head reached the bed, and she, having turned a complete somersault, was kneeling over my face, which pressed tight to her belly, my mouth continued to suck out the flow of wine, which her upright position caused to run down in a good stream. And when the last bubbling drop was in my stomach, I grasped the broad buttocks with my arms, buried my face still deeper in her slit, and fucked it hotly with my tongue; while, with a lecherous cry, she threw herself forward on my belly, took my cock bursting with blood, and ready to burst with sperm, in her eager mouth, and we both sucked and tickled till our swollen parts gave up the fight, and the rich overflow of our sensual secretions was sucked and swallowed with lustful ravenousness, hers by me, mine by her.
CHAPTER FIVE
HELPING AN OLD MAN'S WIFE
When any company was in the house, I was a servant, if it was necessary to appear; but generally I kept in my room; but when, as was mostly the case, Mrs. Belle, Rose, and I were alone together, I was master, at least my prick was the scepter that ruled the house.
One day, a niece of Mrs. Belle's living in a distant city, called, and they were soon chatting together in the parlour. Presently, Mrs. Belle made some excuses, and coming-to my room, told me, that Maggie, as she called her, had only been married a month, to a rich, old chap, and as aunt and niece knew each other's voluptuous natures, would probably tell her nuptial-bed experiences.
So, when she rejoined Maggie, I hid behind the curtain of the door and listened. "Well, Mag, how do you like being married?"
"Oh, don't ask me. He is kind and good to me, but Aunt Belle, you know how warm I am. He has seen his best days, and-and-"
"Will you go on?" said the aunt. "I believe I am as much a virgin as I ever was. He did not break it, I know. He only goes into me a little way and goes off. Just see, Aunt Belle, if he has ever ruptured the virgin veil, as they call it."
And I had a fine view of the handsome bride, as lifting up her skirts, she exposed her belly and mount close to Mrs. Belle's face, whose fingers were soon quickly thrust in the bride's slit. It did not take her experienced touches long to decide. "You poor girl! married and a virgin yet!"
"Oh, I knew it," cried the bride, "and I have made up my mind, to let the very first" man, who wants to, finish the job. It is a shame, and I am resolved-and once open, perhaps his old prick can go in further and give me more fun. Oh, aunt Belle, let us have a naked razzle-dazzle, just as we used to, with fingers and tongues." And quickly the two were clasped in each other's arms, with nothing but their pink and blue stockings to hide their naked charms from me. "I want your tongue in my slit," cried the eager niece. "Wait a minute, Mag, I want to tell you something. We are both in the same boat. My husband is away most of the time and yours incapable. Do you know what I do? I have got a splendid, strong, young lover who fills the gap royally. There, I am not ashamed of it."
"You mean you keep a man with you, who fucks you every day?" cried the bride. "That is it exactly."
"Oh," cried the yearning Mag, "how splendid!" I had heard all, and seeing what was coming, had stripped myself naked. "Oh, Mag, he has got the finest prick I ever saw, so big and firm and juicy. Let me call him in, and let him carry away your hateful virgin prison gate; and then perhaps your husband will find it clear sailing. Shall I?"
"Oh, no!" cried Mag. But Aunt Belle knowing, if one mouth said "No!"-the other said "Yes!" called out: "Bob!" and I stood naked before my dear whore and her virgin niece. One quick glance and the bashful young matron hid her face in her aunt's breast, exposing beautifully her splendid bottom. "Come show it to her, Bob," and the aunt seizing the bride's hand, placed it on my prick. "Don't you think, that would knock a hole in you, my dear?" said she. The girl's feelings were on rage; her cunt called out for its proper food, and it was there handy. With a sudden resolve, she turned on her back across her aunt's laps, and opening' her legs, her virginity was on the altar, ready to be sacrificed. Quick I seized her bottom and my prick stood close to her belly.
"Put in yourself!" cried the aunt. "I will," answered the virgin wife; "I vowed I would give my maidenhead to the first man who asked me." And my red-headed rooster was pointed in the straight and narrow path and entered a little way easily. Then came a barrier-the unbroken drum-head of her unperforated virginity. Taking a long breath, I pulled my prick out, till its lusty head rested a moment in the temple, then gripping her bum firmly in my hands, I gave a mighty charge on the virgin fortress and in a moment had penetrated the inmost citadel. Did not the colors flash, the band play and the garrison dance! The red blood-flushed face and form, open lips and protruding tongue; the music came with Wagnerian screeches from the panting lungs, and the raised belly, dancing up and down, tried to squirm away from the victorious vision, until the first most vivid agony of surrender passing, the enemy began to feel the delight of her first real stroking, and as the proud victor rushed in and out at double quick and swelled with pride in the narrow passage, bloody with the fierce carnage, the married girl's hot temperament made her forget the smarting agony and realize only the delicious lecherous spasm, that was working us both up to a culminating climax of magnificent spending. "Oh! Ouch! oh! Lord, it is too much. I am going. I see stars. Angels are singing. Cocks and cunts are fucking, flying in the air. A volcano is in eruption in me. It hurts, but it is heavenly. You darling, you splendid fellow, your lovely prick gives me more pleasure than all I have ever had, put together." And as the frantic squirms quickened to gentle heaves, the newly made woman, with an expiring effort, clasped me in her arms and pulled me down upon her sighing mouth, heaving breast and throbbing, lust-laden belly. As I rolled off my happy bed-fellow, her generous thought turned to the woman who had helped her to what she wanted. "Oh, auntie! I am so happy, you must be hot. Come, my tongue has been taught by his splendid prick just how to work." And grasping Belle's big buttocks, she fixed her lips on the red crevice of her cunt and soon brought out the overflow that was trembling on the threshold.
And what did not Mrs. Mag learn that day of man, and how he can be used and abused, and use and abuse a willing woman? With what avidity she worked with all her charms, to raise again the oriflamme of lust, upon its soon firm standard. Five times I diddled her dizzy.
And between times, my ponderous prick pierced every opening she had. She was an apt scholar, prone to lechery as the sparks fly upward. The generous aunt would not rob her niece of any opportunity to enjoy the manly feast, but contented herself with fingers and tongues, blessed in the sight of Mag's glad initiation into the inner courts of lasciviousness. And, when the bride returned with virtuous mien to the legitimate couch of her ancient husband, the very next day she wrote: "Dear aunt, last night my kind old husband did it to me. I managed at the table to make him drink twice as much as usual, and when we rose, he was half tipsy and commenced groping and hugging me. "Let us have another quart of wine, Mag." And we did, and he pulled me on his lap and felt me all over, until he came to my cunt, when I took his hand away, fearing he would find some one had done his work for him. "This is not the place for that sort of thing. If you want to fool with me, hubby, let us go to bed." And pouring out another big bumper of wine for each of us, I stood facing him, glass in hand. "What is the toast?" I asked. "I drink to your pretty slit," he cried. "Let us see it." And I grabbed my skirts and raised them up, till my feet stopped their exposing flight and then kicked one leg in the air. With a cry he started for me; but keeping my clothes way up, I ran laughing to our room; and when he got there, lay naked on my back. He unbuttoned his trousers and wanted to mount me dressed, but I rolled out of bed on the other side and told him he should not touch me till he was stripped; and when he pulled his undershirt over his head, I threw myself on my knees and kissed his old prick, which was stiffer than I had ever seen it, and quickly on my back, the dear old fellow stuck it into me and never for a moment guessed why it went so easy, but was wild with delight and half drunk, and fucked me enjoyably; but not with the regal strength of Bob's sterling cock."
"So, my dear aunt, you see I have a happy little cunt down here, between my legs, which opens its lips in thanks to you, dear aunt, for making it take what it yearned for from Bob's dear staff. Tell the fellow, I am dreaming of his colossal cock all the time; and at the very first chance, I am coming to get a good hot fuck out of it, and more than one, if you, dear aunt, can spare your delightful diddler to
Your naughty Niece."
CHAPTER SIX
ADULTERY IN THE CONFESSIONAL
M rs. Belle was a young woman. One day she came in, her face flushed, and rushing up to me, bonnet and cloak still on, pulled her dress up, far as it would go, and I saw her belly heaving with excitement.
"Quick-Bob-fuck me; my slit is burning!" And as I caught the fever of her lust, and took out my cock, and held it up, ready to spike her, she straddled over me, and pointing the red rooster into her cunt, fucked me, her bum working as lively as mine would have done, had I been on top. "Oh!" she cried, as I spent, "what a relief; it is so delicious to know that I have a splendid cock at home to ease me, when I am hotAnd as I took her on my lap, playing with her belly, I asked her, what had touched her off so. "Oh, Bob," she said, "I went to church, a new one, and finding it deserted apparently, came to one of those little confessional boxes, and saw a priest's frock and feet, under the curtain in front."
"I don't know what possessed me, but I knelt down at the little window on the side. He questioned closely and at last about adultery and fornication. I could not lie and I told him I had a lover; that I could not live without a man; that all my pleasures in life came from diddling. At first, he pretended to be shocked; but as I went on, the Father's lust was aroused. "Ah, my dear, I would like to help keep you in order with this." And as I peeped in the window, the robus priest had opened his habit and held his monstrous pecker, straight pointing at me. " How would you like assistance, my dear?" And standing up, it was stuck through the bars of the opening, right in my face. "Oh, Father, how lovely!" And I pressed a kiss on the crimson peak, when he lunged it forward and the head went in far enough to touch my palate. "Suck it, suck it quick; I am burning. That is it, dear girl; of, fine young sucker, keep on. How your tongue tickles, faster." And reaching out an arm through the bars, he held my head close up to the job and my mouth and throat and belly were soon bathed in sperm. And Bob, I told him where I lived, and tonight he is coming to have a razzle-dazzle with you and me."
"Now, Bob, put it up, keep it for to-night."
Darkness found Mrs. Belle in bed, in a black sleeveless wrapper, cut open in front, so as just to cover her pretty nipples, and the black, (in honour of her guest's profession), made the rosy flesh shine most lusciously. She made me dress as a Roman vassal, in a short muslin tunic, reaching short of my knees. And as she looked me over, she said: "Lord, could not the hot-cunted Roman girls get at their lover's cock easily!" And her hand, under the tunic, held the Roman spear, while the other raised the Roman garment. "Well," I laughed, "you will have a Romish cock to-night, if not a Roman."
"Yes," she answered, giving my balls a last squeeze "And I will fuck both the Roman master and my slave, until they are so dry, they will crack."
Venus brought darkness quickly, knowing how eager her votaries awaited its coming. Our Venus, flushed with venereal thoughts, lay on the sofa couch, while I was busy icing wine to refresh and renew the lusts of the flesh.
A ring, and at the door, two black frocks, in FA stead of one. Father Anthony, who had confessed her, and Father Ambrose. "Ah, my dear Madam," said the former, as Mrs. Belle rose to receive them, "I owe you an apology for bringing Father Ambrose uninvited."
"Don't speak of it, my dear Father, any friend of yours is welcome. And the amorous fingers opened his trousers and to each. "Welcome to here?" asked Father Anthony. "Wherever they may do me the honour to present themselves." And our hostess bowed low, till, as she raised herself, the front of her light robe slipped over the stiff nipples and her naked breastworks stood eager to be stormed.
Enough for the abstemious priests! With cries of eager volupty, they both seized the delighted and delighting woman, and facing a mirror, with quick hands tore loose the few confining bonds, and naked Mrs. Belle was boldly bare to their lustful eyes and touches. How these starved martyrs to clerical superstition gloated over the royal feast of flesh, and shook, while cries and kisses of adoration they pressed on every part! "On your knees," she cried, and throwing a leg around each neck, they rose to their feet, and, in the glass, had a magnificent picture of her gaping slit, between their heads. Their fingers quickly invaded it; then first one, then the other, kissed it with protruding tongue:-"Quick," cried my dear whore. "Quick. Let me see your pricks." And each cas an sock was torn open and two sturdy lords of lust pointed straight up at her wide open cunt. "Fuck me, diddle me. Quick! Whore me, just as you are, in priestly frock!"
And quickly, on the edge of the bed, her wide-stretched thighs were wrapped round Father Anthony and her eager hand had stuck the lordly prick, which she had sucked that morning, deep in her fevered slit. "What a hot cunt. How soft and tight. By Mary Magdalena, she is a fine stroker."
"Oh, Father, your cock is fucking me splendidly. Work it fast as you can, I will be ready for you. I am on fire. Talk smutty." And her panting belly met his, lunge for thrust. "Now, you lovely harlot; now it is coming." And the lightning play of quivering flesh and the bursting bliss of fruitful fucking brought from her a spending cry. "That is it, Father, I feel it. Give it all to me. Water your whore with all the sperm you have got. Oh, how satisfying. Every drop-keep working hard, so it will squirt to the very womb. Oh, what delight!" And the panting thighs and belly began to run down to a gentle heave and almost rested. When Father Ambrose, crazy with lust, pulled his brother Anthony away from her sperm-clad mount, and wildly lecherous, drove his fresh engine into the gaping cunt: "That is it! Blessing on blessing!" cried the excited Mrs. Belle. "I never had enough and never shall. Go on, dear Father. I will be with you at the finish and wet your prick, just as richly as I did father Anthony's. Oh, it is heavenly to be whored over and over again by two such lusty lovers. See, Father, my bottom is working again and my slit is clutching your cock. That is it, keep it back as long as possible. It is too delicious to let go hold of it. Oh dear, there it goes.-Oh! oh!-Dear Venus, look down and see your happy child. And Priapus frig yourself and let the boiling drops fall from heaven on your loving votary!"
Soon, radiantly happy, my mistress reclined between her naked priests. A leg on the knees of each, a fallen staff in either hand, while her rosy nipples were being sucked by two amorous mouths and her moist crevice felt and frigged by their fervid fingers. My cock was ready to crow, and as she glanced up, I stuck it through the curtain. They were too busy with her charms to see it; but the dear whore did.-"Let us have wine," and raising her voice, "Bob, serve us." And, grabbing up the waiter I had ready, the Roman slave entered and placed it on a table. "Don't mind his presence, Fathers. He is my body-servant."
"And does he serve you here?" asked one. "Yes, indeed he does. Come here, Bob, and let the Fathers see how richly you are gifted." And as I stood between her legs, she lifted up the tunic, and the Father cried out in rapture at the sight of my "prince of pricks," as she so often called it.
"Oh, he is ready to fire," said one, taking it in his hand. "Quick," I cried, "I cannot wait!", and the lecherous priests engulphed it in my dear whore's slippery cunt; and she and I drew from their lips exclamations of vivid pleasure at the sight, while they forced their hands to prepare their ardent pricks for what would follow. It was a short ride, but hot as hell.-And then wine; and Father Ambrose rolled on the floor and pulled the dear whore down on him. Kisses and hands all over, until, in good old-fashioned belly-to-belly style, they fucked each other. As she started to rise, and rested on her knees, the lubric Anthony sprung at her and lifted her bum up as he stood, stuck his firm pego in her from behind, and swung her back and forth with powerful thrusts, resting on her elbows. "Give me something to kiss!" she cried, and the fallen prick of Ambrose was close under her face; and holding on to his broad buttocks, her frantic mouth sucked the hero of the last battle.
As she rested on a cushion on the floor after this skirmish, I took a glass of wine and knelt beside her. "Oh, Fathers, these are lovely playthings!" And she took my pego in her hand and fondly petted and squeezed it; and, firm as a rock, she pressed a kiss on its vermilion head. Father Anthony sprang up, his lance stiffly standing.
"Do you know how priests amuse themselves, shut off from cunts?" he cried. "No," I answered, "show us." And the libidinous priest threw himself on the floor beside me and in a second had my prick in his mouth, while his stared me in the face. "Sodom and Gomorrah!" cried Mrs. Belle, maddened by this new lechery. "You shall ... I want to see it." And holding his prick in one hand, she shoved my mouth down on it. Never before had I done it; but this time, with passions roused by his hot sucking, a flash of buggering lust overcame me, and I took it in, and our strong bodies were soon writhing, and our well-sucked pricks spending into each other's mouths, in copious floods.
Mrs. Belle was beside herself.-"Oh, what a lovely sight, I never saw it before. Oh, how delicious to learn something new. Teach me more. I want to run the whole gamut of lecherous experience!" Father Ambrose stepped up to me and fondled my fallen prick and empty bag. "Ah, my fine fellow, you are done for, for the present. Do you know the surest way of stiffening it again?"
"Let's see your method!" cried the eager Mrs. Belle. And myself now ready for anything with woman, man or beast, the lustful priest made me lean over, standing, and pointing his big prick at my back-door, the enormous head stuck in the entrance of my cul. Quickly the lust-mad woman knelt beside us, wetted his cock in her mouth and pointed it at my narrow arse-hole; and the priest, driven beside himself by the mouthing and the tight passage he was entering, seized my thighs in his muscular hands and holding me tight, with cries of frantic lust, shoved the great cock in, further and further, till it was almost full length in my buttocks. Its stretching bigness irritated and excited every sensation of lust in my body; and asi he wildly began his thrusts, my prick sprang to its full stature, almost at a bound, and I, involuntarily, took its robust erection in my hand. But the other Sodomite was but waiting for his chance and on his knees before me, Father Anthony took its throbbing head in his mouth; for me, it was the ultimate frenzy of lust; never did I teem more with lecherous enjoyment than then. While Mrs. Belle, kneeling beside us., watched the outrageous sight, felt the two throbbing pricks and kissed them as they rushed in and out, until the sperm flew in a mighty shower into one priest's eager mouth and was sucked out to the last drop; the mighty engine in my backside exploded and I was deluged with a flood of sperm behind, to take the place of that I lost in front. The acme was excruciating; and we three men were pictures of the fullest enjoyment of the lewdest lechery.
And Mrs. Belle? The instant Father Anthony's cock was withdrawn from my cul, with the cry of a vulture, she seized his buttocks in her arms and his still stiff and oozing prick in her mouth, and sucked and sucked in a wild and shameless agony of unsatisfied lust, till she rolled over on the floor, crying: "Help, help, do something for me!" Quickly, Anthony picked her up and threw her on the edge of the bed. "Bring me something to tie her with." And getting some lashes and bands, we tied her down to the bed, in the form of the letter X, her arms above her head and her legs as wide open as they would stretch; and then Anthony, seizing a big pillow, stuffed it under her bum. And helpless she lay there, unable to move.
Quick as a flash Anthony knelt before her, and his tongue was pushed with lightning thrusts into her madly hot cunt; and without stopping, he kept up the friction, till with a scream she spent.
He quickly rose and Father Ambrose rushed to the breach, and his tongue made the second assault, charged in and out and kept it up, till shrieking, she spent again. "One more," she cried, panting, wriggling, crazy. "Give me something to suck!" Quickly, I, her last stallion, mounted her and kneeling way over her face, stuck my prick in her mouth, and throwing myself flat on her belly, my mouth covered her cunt and my tongue fucked it, till she, for the third time, gave down her exhaustless spepding, and was half choked with my swollen cock and plenteous flow of sperm.
Enough! the memory of the scene is too much for me. My prick is ready to burst. "Ah, my dear fellow, you remember that hot sucking mouth. The oil of happiness is rising in you and there is no girl round to take it. I must do it myself. You like the frigging, do you! A hand will do in a storm. That is it, swell your rosy head."
"Go harder, boy. Indeed it will. There, my dear prick, you feel it coming. Good-Good-the dance is on, the sperm is near the top. Eh! Eh! Eh! then it flies; golly! it struck the wall ten feet away. "Go on!", you say. You bet I will. There! There! There! Is not this all? No, there is another supply. Eh! Eh! Eh!" How contented and gaping with satisfaction in looks, as I squeeze out the last lazy drops and fall back in languid lassitude.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DEBAUCHING A NEGRO-LAD
What a blessed life I led with Mrs. Belle and the two priests to help me manage her! How delightfully time sped. And Rose, perhaps you think I had forgotten her. Not much. At the time of our theological seance, she had gone to spend a few days with her folks. One evening, as my dear whore and I lay on the sofa, softly playing with the fire that soon would burn us, Rose rushed in.
"Oh, Mrs. Belle and Bob. I am so glad to get back. Oh, I want to tell you the first thing. I am engaged to be married!"
"Who to?" asked Belle. "Oh, a nice, handsome, coloured boy. I never see him, but my cunt burns; but he has not got any nearer it than my knees. But!" and the girl changed her merry tone, "I don't know what he would say, if he knew I had been naked in Bob's arms; had sucked his cock.-Oh, dear, I would not dare tell him."
"Rose," said Mrs. Belle, "take my advice and tell him everything. It will save you trouble in the future."
"Oh, I could not do it," and the girl hid her face in her hands, till, rising suddenly: "Won't you tell him, Missy? Tell him all about, how smutty I have been. Bob and I will hide behind the door and hear you. And, Mrs. Belle, if he gets stiff, let him do it to you first."
"You minx, you want your lover to fuck me, before he does you."
"Yes, I do, Miss, and he is in the kitchen now; he would see me home. Massa Bob and I will hide behind the curtains, and you call Reuben; that is his name, and tell him all!"
"Well," laughed my dear whore, "do you want me to appear stark naked to your lover, the moment he first sees me?"
"There then," ' said the lively girl, covering her mistress with a big shawl, "that makes things decent and can be got rid of quick," and calling: "Reuben, come in here," she and I disappeared behind the curtain. A short, thickset, light-colored darky came bashfully into the room. "Reuben, you and I should be friends, Rose and I are such good ones." And she held out her hand; the movement displacing the shawl and leaving a lovely arm and shoulder bare; and the fellow's eyes flashed as he saw them close by, as his hand met hers. She did not let go his hand, but pulling him towards her, made him sit on the edge of the sofa on which she laid. "Reuben, Rose is a lovely girl. She is a virgin but-well, Reuben, I will come right out with it. I am a hot woman, and I have lovers, and Rose has been naked in bed with us, and kissed and been kissed all over. There! are you jealous?" And I saw the lovely woman's hand fall upon Reuben's lap. "I am not jealous," he cried, "have not I fucked and frigged lots of wenches. But, Miss, I can't stay here any longer."
"Oh, yes you can, Reuben." And the amorous fingers opened his trousers and held a new prick in their grasp. "Oh, I must rob Rose of just one little diddle. Come, my dear boy." And the lovely Mrs. Belle, throwing aside the shawl, lay naked on her back. The young animal was aroused and in an instant he was flat on Belle's belly, his fresh cock in her fervid cunt. The cries of a young savage burst from his lips, and his big bottom worked so fast, that in half a minute Belle's legs went up, around his waist, her tongue and his were fighting a duel, and her lively bum held tightly in his grasp, while he poured into her the plentiful contents of his fresh, crisp balls.
We spectators were excited, but contained ourselves. "Oh, I have robbed you, Rose," said her satisfied mistress. And grabbing her young lover, pulled him down across her lap, and with hand and lips commenced to put starch into him.
"That is it. Raise your rosy head. You will have a nice job, just as soon as you get good and hard. Just think of yourself tearing into the tight new cunt of Rose-That makes it swell, does it?" And calling out: "Bob, bring the victim in and lay her on the altar."
I picked up the naked bride, and carrying her in, laid her flat on the bed, while Mrs. Belle led up to it Reuben, with his ruby rooster rampant. He could not wait. In an instant on his knees, then, with a lustful cry, flat on her belly. We could not see the prick pierce her; but her cries were milestones of his progress.
"Now he has hit it. Burst it through, dear Reuben. I don't want it. I am mad to get rid of it." And then, as he withdrew for a final lunge, just as his prick went piercing through, the excited Belle whacked his bottom, with hard stinging claps; till slaps, shrieks, sighs, squirms, shouts and spending sperm proclaimed the maturity of the full-blown Rose. And she was blown; breathless, battered down, with her firm belly bumping. But her lover did not spare her. Springing on the bed, he rested her back against his belly and shoved her bottom to the edge. "Come on," he cried to me. "Put that big prick of yours in her, fuck her right up to the handle." And at once, the delighted Belle pointed my pecker deep in the gory cunt of the opened Rose, and clasping Reuben in her arms, watched our first real diddle dwindle from fast, fierce, forceful fucking to quiet happy heaves. As we lay in satisfied siesta on the bed, my own hot-bellied whore seized her new flame, and sinking down on the soft rug, pulled him on top of her. The lad learned lewdness quickly, for she had not been a moment thus flat on her back, before the ardent Reuben had kissed with rapture every hill and vale of the fair, undulating female landscape, and his kisses had started the rills flowing in the hidden cavern, and with kisses on his mouth, belly and proud pintle, the dear whore clutched him in her arms, put his prick in her pussy, and with legs about his waist, was wiggled in to heaven by his delightful diddling, made hotter still by Rose's rapid hand-raps on his bottom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE FAREWELL OF A YANKEE MESSALINA
How happy would I have been, to have passed my life with my dear whore. But along in the third month of our ardent intercourse, a telegram came from the husband, who had been badly hurt in a railroad accident and needed nursing.
With a sad heart, I helped her make arrangements to let the flat and pack her personal effects, until everything was ready for her departure, the next day. "Now, Bob, go to your room and sleep, and I will in mine and then will be fresh for our final fucking." And late at night, when respectability was seeking its cold couch, she called me, and naked I stood beside her bed, contemplating half happy, half sad, her bare beauty. "Come dear Bob, a first fuck, flat on top of me." And lying on her breast and belly, with encircling arms and legs, and fervent kissing mouths, the god she worshipped was enshrined in her inmost sanctuary and with rapturous thrusts, pouring its offering on her altar.
Throwing herself outstretched upon the sofa, she made me bring her a full bottle of champagne and taking another, I sat in an easy chair facing her. And there we lay and sat, till my prick put up a perpendicular without a touch. But the dear girl made me sit still, until both bottles emptied, with swimming heads and semen seething in our sexual organs, she rose and flung herself upon me. Kissing her forehead, I passed to eyes and cheeks, and then her open mouth seized my tongue and hers and mine met, now thrust at one another, like lances in a tournament, then rolling round each other in close embraces, clasping hers in my lips, I drew it in and sucked it, until pushing it back, I thrust mine out as far as it would go, and her hot lips squeezed it and tried to drag its full length into her. Then in the hollow of her breasts my hot lips burnt her, and on each, tight held by either hand, they seized the sweet nipples and with tickling touch tasted their ripe ruddiness. Oh, the soft sighs she uttered; sighs that turned to heaven, when my eager lips raided the rounded belly and thighs and ravished the gaping grotto of her cunt. "Fuck me again! Fuck your whore!" But I held her tight and turning her buttocks to my face, stuck my tongue in her cul and worked it in and out. Drunk with the wine and with my lascivious touches, she sprang on me, glued herself to me, held tight by rapid clutch of legs and arms, and rolled with me on the floor, while my rigid prick pierced her gluttonous slit and worked with lightning lunges, till she shrieked in sensual satisfaction, and still stiff, I drew it out and jumping up, gloated my eyes on her voluptuous charm, writhing in lecherous luxury on the floor. Only for a moment, and then, turning her on her belly, I threw myself on her back and stuck my still stiff and slippery cock deep in her arse, while my hand clutched her hairy cunt and frigged it. And, at the delight of both the frictions set her again to quivering wantonly, she turned her head round, so I could see her wide-open happy eyes, flushed cheeks and trembling lips, which soon broke forth: "Oh, my dear lover, dear fucker, your whore is happy to her finger tips; each crease and crevice is teeming with sensual delight, each sounded hillock throbbing with lust. My cunt is oozing out its slimy flood, and your sweet prick ravishing my vitals with its spending. Oh, happy, well-whored whore!"
And in the ecstasy of our hot contact, we lay and gently heaved till jealous of the fast fleeting hours we rose, and bathing each other with smarting alcohol, we took a bottle of wine and lay side by side on the bed. As we each drank, a new idea struck me, and filling my mouth full with wine, I fastened my lips to hers and squirted it all in her mouth; and quick her mouth followed suit, and I drunk too from her ruby ardent lips. Then, holding her breasts close together, she poured some down between, which I lapped up below. Her cunt crevice next received the bubbling flow, and my mouth held under it, until lips and tongue licked every drop away and with my teeth I seized the curly hair and pulled it, till she cried aloud; when turning her over, I myself poured more wine down the dark ravine of her broad buttocks and let it flow in the valley to my mouth held under. She was so excited, that she sprang out of bed, ran naked around the room, climbed up on the window sill and stood there with open legs, jutting out her belly; then to the end of the sofa, flinging herself back over it, raised her uplifted legs, like banners in the air, and I sprang at her, holding her straight up, standing on her head, felt my face down between her legs, and tickled her cunt with my lips. Together on the floor we rolled, and as I grasped her heaving bum in my hands, my tongue was in her slit, my prick deep in her mouth and a finger of each plunged in the other's arse. How often that night we reached the spending summit of lust, I cannot tell. We were drunk with wine and wantonness. I only know, that when her hot lips sucked from my cock the last oblation, the sperm was mixed with blood, and as frightened, she drew back, the red and pearly drops fell mixed together on her ivory chest; and at last, fearing further excitement of our lasciviousness, we fell asleep, clasped close in naked contact.
CHAPTER NINE
LESSONS WITH A FRENCH-WOMAN
She left the next day, my darling Mrs. Belle, and as we were folded in a last embrace at the doorway, she put a packed in my pocket and told me not to open it till night.
I took lodgings near by, and, as I sat lonesome in my room, I happened to think of her parting gift, and opening it, found my dear whore (how fond she was of being called so?), had made a deposit of $500 in a Savings Bank, in my name: and then I recalled having gone with her to the bank, some days before and having signed my name; but I had supposed it was only as a witness to some paper. And as I dropped asleep alone, my last thoughts and my later dreams were of my dear whore, generous and wanton Mrs. Belle.
What next? Listless and lonesome, for a week or so, I wandered around aimlessly. Then I began looking in the papers among the advertisements for "Help wanted," and kept it up every day without finding anything that attracted me, until one day I struck this: "A small school for young ladies wants a strong young man for porter and to be generally useful. Apply from 5 to 7 to Madame Bovary." The address was in a fashionable quarter and I determined to take the advice of the "ad" and apply. Plainly dressed I went, and Madam took me to her study.
She was a French-woman but spoke English fluently. Petite, but plump; not handsome, but vivacious, bright and active; I saw her eyes take me in completely. "I have a small school," she said, "only for young ladies, all from distant parts of the country and you won't have much to do." Ah, I thought: "I might have plenty to do with five young girls and a fine woman like you!" but I said little, as she explained fully the situation.
And two days after I was a janitor, as you might call it, at Madame. Bovary's "Select School for Young Ladies." I was introduced generally to the five scholars, light and dark, plump and slim, blonde and brunette, but all sprightly and attractive.
What a harem it would make, my amorous mind suggested; but for a week everything was tame and respectable; spiced lightly now and then with the show of a pretty leg going up the stairs, or a girl in her nightdress, as I passed an open door.
The second floor was the dormitory, where the girls all slept in separate beds. Madame's room was on the next floor and I had a small hall-room in the floor with her.
I said a week passed eventless; on the evening of the eighth day the young ladies had gone to some entertainment at a neighboring school, and I sat in my room reading, when the bell that connected Madam's room rang, and knocking at the closed door, without opening, she asked me to bring her a bottle of wine "Bring me a quart, Bob, I am very thirsty and see that the house is well locked; the girls won't be home till late."
As I returned with the wine, the door was wide open, the room brightly lighted, and there stretched out on her bed, with a book in her hand, was the plump figure of Madame Bovary, clad in a loose white wrapper, fine shoulders and arms bare. She quickly thrust the book she was reading under the pillow, and turning on her side, her lubs rose rounding up like a mountain from the valley of her small waist; and as she stretched herself, one rounded leg came out below her dress and made my tool sharpen itself for work. "Oh," I thought, "you want something, and I have got just the thing you want." Pouring out a glass of wine, I handed it to her, and as she half sat up against the pillow, her legs were stretched out on the bed, just wide enough, I thought, to let mine in between them. Idle as my prick had been, when I filled her glass the second time, the protuberance in front of my abdomen was truly shocking. As I replaced the glass on the table, I asked if there was anything else. "Come here," she said, and I stood facing her close by the bed. "Your disrespect is positively shocking!" she said. "Disrespect?" I asked. "Yes!" she cried. "Don't you suppose I can see the condition you are in?" And her eyes were fixed on the part of my breeches which was bulging out with its load of stiffness. "Well, Madame," I answered, "a man must be a man even if a servant. And no man could gaze unmoved on your voluptuous pose."
"Oh, you are a flatterer!" she cried. "Why, I am forty. Perhaps the best way to cure you, would be to show you more." And the fascinating little madame, daintily unhooked her dress, and two plump globes bounded out.-"Lovely," I cried, "more, more!" And the voluptuous woman let go her hold on modesty completely, and squirming down flat on the bed, with eager hands pulled her only garment up to her waist.
In an instant my cock was out; and grasping her ankles, I pulled her to the edge lifting one leg high in the air, brought it down, and I stood close up to the dainty, black-haired cunt. "Fuck me!" she cried. "Put it into me. I have been dying for you to fuck me, ever since I saw you. Oh, what a monster! I will put it in myself. There, what a splendid probe. I never had such a big one before. Quick! Fuck me, fuck me hard. I cannot wait!" And seizing the panting thighs, I did fuck, I fucked with the freshness of a long rest, incited by the quivering lustfulness, the now unblushing lewdness of her whole body and the tight grasp her cunt had on my cock. "Oh, you splendid lover, you royal diddler. Don't keep back, but give it me, hot and heavy." And grasping her bottom, I pressed into her a double score of such vigorous thrusts, that she gasped and whined with pleasure. "I am going-spending-my dear boy. Shoot it into me now. There, I feel it. Oh, the delight of those hot shots. It is too much! I never was fucked like that before. Splendid, you lovely lusty lover. I will be your slave, anything, just to have such heavenly pleasure. Take me in your arms, and roll on the bed in mine." And gasping and panting, still embedded in her slit, we lay entwined in each other's legs and arms. Lay, how long I know not; with hot kisses shot from one to an other; with eager hands ravishing each other's charms, until the wanton woman made me kneel over her as she lay flat, and handled, frigged, and kissed the whole domain of Priapus. Oh, these vivacious French women! Not always beautiful, but vivid, graceful, bold, active like busy bees; now here, now there, leaving an amorous touch or stinging kiss, where they light, till all the tingling parts join; and one's whole body is red hot with lust. Now, fondling this staff of love in gently frigging hand; then between titties, hard buttocks, and ending with a dainty kiss upon the crimson peak. "Oh, I love you so. I must rape you!" And pulling my bottom to the edge, my feet upon the floor, quickly she mounted man-wise her prancing stallion, and safely spiked on his proud prick, she galloped and cantered, danced and squirmed; till seizing my buttocks in her hands, she pumped, pumped with never-tiring loins, until the last drop of amorous ambrosia had been shot high in her quivering belly.
Pulling myself upon the pillow, my filly still panting on my belly; in a minute she had reached for the book she had been reading. "This," she said, "stimulated me to be bold with you." And the lewd woman showed me the plates, picturing, in natural colors, all the forms and fashions of lasciviousness, and read to me the hottest passages of the text, till my staff was stiff and throbbing in her belly, and fastening her thighs around my loins, I jumped up, ran round the room, with her impaled upon my prick, and right before a mirror, we, in it, watched our agile fucking, until in a delightful agony, we both spent to the music of our sighs and heaving arses.
I, the master, she the servant now; bringing me wine, bathing me off, covering me with carnal caresses, till again the blood boiled in the stiffening staff, and I pressed her face down on its point. "Oh, you want a French cunt, do you?" I laughed at the new name, but she went on. "Did you not know, the French are great for sucking? That was my first experience in lust. Father Anselme, the confessor in the seminary where I finished my education, found that I was a frisky feeling girl, and twice a week used to smuggle me into his room, and we enjoyed each other a la francaise." This was enough. Gathering her plump little thighs in my arms, my tongue was in her slit, her mouth around my staff, and each well trained in labial lust, we gave and took a mutual suck of succulent and satisfying sweetness.
CHAPTER TEN
GAMBOLS WITH RED-HOT VIRGINS
Madame knew all things of voluptuous incitement. Often, as the young ladies went to bed, she took me to a spot where the raising of a curtain gave me a full view of the bright dormitory, with the five young ladies in every form of deshabille, romping and fooling with each other, playing tag and leap-frog naked, until my excited prick screwed the wanton school-madame, as we watched their all-exposing antics.
But my reserve with the girls was complete, though often, when I caught one of them fixing her eyes on the big bag my breeches showed the shape of, I had all I could do, not to show the virgin the naked reality.
The elders propose, the youngsters dispose!
One Sunday morning, as Madame Bovary and her five pupils finished breakfast, I waiting on them,-"It is time for church," she said, "I don't feel well and will stay at home." I knew what that meant; we had not been together for several days, and now, with the girls away, we would have a good chance to have a razzle-dazzle.
But as the girls filed out on their way upstairs, the last one laid a letter before Madame on the table.
Alone with me, she opened it.-"My God!" she cried, "They know all! The minxes have seen us together in my room," and reading: "Dear Madame, we like you very much. But we need something of the same pleasure you get from Bob. We have watched you twice naked in each other's arms and are all in such excited condition, that if we cannot get what we want to have, we are afraid we will seek solace outside. We shall not go to church today." And all the girls had signed the note.
For a minute we were silent; then Madame sprang up. "There is only one way out of it. If we don't do something for them, they will tell or do worse, lose their maidenheads to some chance fellow. Swear, Bob, that whatever temptation there is, you will never try to break one of their virginities!"
"I swear!" I said. And seeing ahead, my prick was wildly rampant.
"Come," she said, "you stay outside the door, listen, and be guided by what happens."
Going up stairs, I stationed myself at the spot where we had often watched the girlish gambols, while Madame walked into the dormitory and threw herself into a chair. "Girls," she said, "I am truly repentant to have been the cause of such a note as this. I am a free woman, and have a right to a lover, if I choose; but I had no thought to seduce your innocence!" and she buried her face in her hands. The girls gathered round her, and kissed and petted her.
"Oh, Madame," said one who seemed to lead, "Don't take it to heart. We are bound to face men some day. We are all fire, hot and eager; why should not we learn all about man and what he does to woman, here and now, as part of our education?" And as she paused, they all applauded.
"Why not?" said Madam, rising flushed. "At your age I, a virgin, had tasted amorous bliss with two different priests, and knew as much of voluptuousness as any maiden can." Then, snatching up a prayer book: "Here, swear on this, that while in my charge, you will keep your virginity unbroken." And the girls, trembling with amorous ardor, kissed the book. "Now strip!" And quickly one naked woman and five naked maidens were being gazed-on by a naked man outside the door. In a minute, Madame, had one of the small beds in the centre of the room and had piled up two mattresses, until the top was on a level, with the god of all their wishes. Kissing each girl in turn, she made them draw lots, and ranged them in order at the head of the altar. Then coming out, she took me in, holding my prick in her hand. The girls, half frightened, were silent, but trembling lips and heaving breasts told all. She on her back, I stood between her legs, and prick in hand, she began to tell how it fulfilled its fate.
Wild with the voluptuous sight before me, I could not wait; but, throwing her back, with a lustful cry, I plunged my fevered cock deep in her cunt and fucked her hard, to the music of their excited cries. They gathered close, threw themselves on their knees on the bed. "Feel us both!" she cried in her agony. And five maiden hands felt belly, bottom, balls, prick. "Take it out a second. Let them see it shoot!" cried the generous Madame. And the sperm, spouting high in the air, fell on her belly, amid their lustful shouts, when plunged in again, it finished up the job with quick and quivering lunges.
"On your knees, in a row!" And the five virgins knelt like vestals at the altar. And the wriggling Madame made me walk in review before them, the wet, but still lustful monarch on a level with their faces. And she told them all about it: and each in turn, as it passed, held and felt the sweet novelty, and in their vivid passion, kissed it.
And when the last hand released it, the five girls threw themselves back on the floor, and, panting, sought with their own and each other's hand to put out the fire that burned them. "Stop!" cried Madame, "don't touch your things!" And jumping on the cot, she sat close up against the pillow and pulling me between her legs, made me lie on my back, my head on her belly. "Now, girls, he will fuck you all with his tongue. No. 1!" And the trembling, but lustful maiden, helped by the other hands, was kneeling over my face. With her buttocks in my hands, I pressed her down, and in her virgin cunt my tongue went glibly, till the lustful belly heaved, the hairy mount pressed close, and the unrestrainable cries told the tale of a maiden's first spending from a man's caresses.
Each in turn, mounted, was sucked, and fell back by amorous agony. As I polished off the last, I was ready to spend. "I cannot wait!" I cried. "On your knees, girls." And leading me up to No. 1: "Frig him with your hand." Half-a-dozen jerks of the soft hand, and the discharge flew in the air and in her face. Then, moving down the line, each maiden frigged my prick and was baptized with sperm, until, drawing it away from the last hand, still spouting, with a cry of lechery unappeased, I threw the Madame on the edge of the couch and fucked her, as they knelt beside us and roved with wild touches over the field of battle.
Three times each virgin slit received my tongue; three times each panting maiden belly had the hot juices of their new-born lusts sucked out; and yet unsatisfied, a fourth was needed; and lying around me, as I stood erect, the girls with wide-open thighs seized, each with her own hand, the stiff sentinel at the maiden gates and frigged and rubbed it, as they squirmed and panted; while Madame, kneeling at my side, worked wantonly my rigid prick, till as their faster fingering told the crisis near, she jerked it, hot and fast, and a great stream of sperm was guided by her, first on me, then another, till all their quivering breasts and bellies shone with the pearly semen, and they lay, half-fainting, in amorous bliss.
"Give them each a taste of it!" cried the lecherous French woman. And, kneeling over each girl, in turn, I raised their not unwilling heads, and each virgin mouth took in the still colossal head of coral, wet, slimy, the sperm still oozing, and wild with lewdness, kissed and sucked it. Till the mad lechery of the thought of five virgins sucking at it, one after the other, sent the blood surging into it, stiffened the muscles,-and when it reached the eager lips of No. 5, the frantic girl had a rigid staff of six good inches or more, in her mouth.
She was crazy with lust, and would not surrender it, but sucked and sucked, with arms clutched round my buttocks; when finding I was coming, I seized the maddened girl, threw myself on her belly and plunged my tongue in her hot slit. And sucking-she and I-with all the lusts in us both, raging with wild wantonness, we drew from each other all the hot overflow our bodies held, and lipped, kissed, frigged and sucked, till faint and breathless we fell back empty and exhausted, and the overwrought maiden shrieked aloud in the almost painful happiness.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
QUIETNESS ONCE A WEEK
Things regulated themselves after our first enervating debauch of lewdness.
Madame put her foot down. Once a week-Saturday-the girls could have a reasonable amount of fun out of the school's stallion; but on other days, not a taste, not a touch. It was hard for me, having them around all the time, to keep from kissing, groping, prick pressing; but soon we settled down to a regular routine, which made the pleasure, when it came, more fresh and vigorous.
Madame too had regard to my health, and outside the Saturday razzle-dazzle altogether, did not let me come to her room except on Saturdays.
Oh, those Saturdays! Alone, with the expert and eager Madame, and her small stock of smutty books and pictures. And those mad Saturdays, lost in a wilderness of lovely virgin arms and legs, breasts, bellies, bums and hot and juicy cunts! What man ever so blessed?
Months sped by thus. One girl was called home for a month, came back on a Friday, and as we all met naked for our Saturday spree, I opened the ball, by taking the wanderer in a hot embrace. She seemed a little offish. "What is the matter, my dear, has your visit made you virtuous?" And my fingers were pressed against her hairy mount; and one, more bold, entered, and finding no resistance, in a second its whole length was imprisoned in her slit. "My God!" I cried "she has been fucked!" and I drew the girl on my lap and pushed my finger in and out, while all stood around, with mouths as open as her cunt.
"It is true!" cried the lovely girl. "I am engaged to be married, as soon as school is over. And one night, alone with my lover, he had me on his lap, and his caresses got hotter and hotter. My conscience troubled me. Oh, if he knew, what Bob here had done to me! I jumped up:-Jack, I said, I cannot deceive you. I must tell you all now. Something has happened, which will end our wooing. I cannot speak. I will go to my room and write you. And in my room I wrote, confessing all, and dropping the letter downstairs, threw myself on my bed, weeping. I almost cursed you Bob, I was so unhappy, for I love Jack dearly. In three minutes, a step in the hall, the door open, the light turned-up.-And Jack, naked, had me in his arms. "Oh, you lustful little girl! If you will give a strange man so much, you shall give your lover your maidenhead, before you marry." And despite my struggles he tore my clothing off, and lay flat on my naked belly. Resist? No, indeed! I was as wild as he. And in an instant his dear prick had ploughed its bloody Way into my cunt and he was fucking me with wild and joyful thrusts. Oh, girls, it hurt awfully, but it was heavenly. I won't tell you all about it; when your time comes, you will want to learn for yourselves. And when we are married, if you come to see me, Jack shall show you all about it. I won't be jealous. Jack says jealousy is a humbug." And as the girl paused, her hand grasped my prick, which could scarce contain itself during her story. Suddenly, she ran to her trunk, and returning with a sheet of paper, handed it to me, and I read aloud. "So, Bob, Mollie has told me all. I give you permission to fuck her, right up to the hair of your big prick. And tell the other girls, that when they come to see the married Mollie, I expect they will let her husband fuck them all.-Jack." Such a shout as went up! And grabbing the heroine of the story, her plump backsides were soon on the edge of the bed, her legs wide open and my prick plunged to the hilt in her happy cunt. How we both fucked; and how our companions, wild with lust, spurred us on, till with a wild cry of satisfied wantonness, I gave the girl a dose of sperm, that made her heave like the ocean in a storm. How the girls shouted with delight! And how wildly they spent, as one after another, I fucked their fevered slits with my tongue.
CHAPTER XII
MARRIED TO AN OLD SWEETHEART
Summer was coming and school ending, when one day I received a letter from my dear Mrs. Belle. Her husband had died, soon after she left New York, and she wrote: "Bob I have lived a virtuous life since then; but now the thought of the bliss we had from one another, forces me to write. Will you marry me, and come and live on this beautiful plantation with me? I won't be jealous of you, will help you enjoy all the pretty women you lust for, and, if another man wants me, you must not be jealous either. But we will love each other best. I have money enough. Come, and we will enjoy the rest of life together."
Of all the women I had met, she was the queen. I did not hesitate, but wrote at once, that when school ended I would come; told her of my amours-and how her image supplanted the passing passion for others.
School closed and the night after the commencement, I had my last, longest and hottest lustful fight with the two women and four girls.
Then a week alone with the skilled and lascivious Madame.
One day I thought of my buxom hostess and Mrs. Virtue, and determined to call. The kindhearted woman was there and almost ate me alive. Of course I had to tell lies about having been away from the city, and going away again that very night.
"Well-you left something behind to remind Mrs. Virtue and me of you."
"What?" I asked. Leading me to the small room where I had slept, two pretty girl babies were slumbering on the bed. "They are both yours," she said, "just your colour and hair. And were born within a week of each other, nine months after our last razzle-dazzle."
I kissed the kind woman and leading her into the next room, put her in the way of having another baby by me, nine months hence. And when, a few minutes later, Mrs. Virtue came in, she too, with happy ardor, let me plant in her the same bold horn of plenty, whose fruit was slumbering in the adjoining room.
For an hour or two, we three, recalled in lustful nakedness the sweet sensual sports we had so oft enacted, and when I reached my dear Madame's, I told her all, and she was compelled to let me rest, and for the day, take pleasure only from my thrusting tongue. But she had enough, this last week; I devoted myself only to her.
I had made friends with four jolly young fellows, and one night, having persuaded Madame for a change to go with me to a house of pleasure; the minute she and I stood naked and ready, inciting our already vivid passions with lively drink, I gave a whistle, and my four jolly friends joined us, stark naked, and the lively Madame had before her five stiff-cocked eager lovers. She lost her head completely. Throwing herself on one after another, she almost squeezed the life out of each of us in turn; when, dragging me to the bed, she made me fuck her quick; then she received, one after another, till the white balsam ran out of her overloaded sheath. It was a revel such as few women have enjoyed. Five fresh and firm cocks; one lively lusty, little bantam hen. We were all large and muscular; she so small and light, that we each carried her around, without aid from our hands, spitted on our pricks. She was crazy with lust, by nature; we made her mad with wine. Now, each in bubby-bed, then each in her hot cunt. Three copious crops from each coral branch she plucked and stored within her, or gloated over the spouting fountain, wasted in the air; in all fifteen hot shots-the brave French Madame felt or saw fired, and at their end-at last was hors-de-combat, panting faint, so weak, I had to take her home in a carriage.
A week after I alighted at a Southern station, and there, looking just as when I saw her last, was my dear Mrs. Belle-my darling whore-whose memory had been cherished deeper in my heart, than all my other transient mistresses.
Alone with her, she drove me home in a low basket-wagon; and as we left the village, I took her in my arms, not lustfully, but lovingly, with the fond affection of two pure and virgin lovers; and we were happy, the lusts of flesh aside.
A little country church was on the way. I stopped the horse, and without a word from either, we entered the parsonage and asked the aged parson to marry us. His wife as witness, we twain were one, not only by the bonds of love and lust, but one in law.
And when at last, naked in our room, I held her at arms length, and we feasted our eyes upon each other, I cried:-"Now, you are my wife, but still my darling whore. Remember, I want you now as always, hot as hell, no dainty dalliance, but lecherous lewdness. Now married, we yet are lustful lovers. Fidelity of the heart; but your dear cunt shall be as open, now as ever, to all the hot caresses other men may give, and this stiff staff still flesh itself in other women's charms. Come, sweet wife, but sweeter whore."
And on the nuptial bed we tasted over and over, the wanton wiles and hot and humid legs; the long lunges and the heavenly breasts; the thrilling touches and the swelling cunt; the fervent fucking and hot-spending sperm; until like children tired with play, Mr. and Mrs. Bob Sterling dropped asleep in exquisite exhaustion.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A SOCIETY OF FREE-LOVERS
I am in a heavenly haven, with my wanton whore, my darling wife; so why write further?
I will not but add two closing facts.
Our farm adjoins one other; these aside, for five miles around, there are no houses.
Just before our marriage, five young married couples had clubbed together, and bought this adjoining farm, and lived there each couple in their own cottage, but owning the farm in community. Of course we were all soon acquainted.
One evening, my dear intriguing Belle asked a couple to dinner, and soon, the four of us were jolly, with lively talk, wine and good eating, till the young wife and mine left us men alone to smoke. My friend and I were soon confidential and praising each others' wives, when my dear Belle called: "Boys, we are lonesome and its nice and cool up here."
"We are coming!" I answered. And my bold Belle replied: "We feel just like making you come." My companion jumped up: "What does this mean?"
"It means, she is ready to take a diddle out of you, if your wife will take one out of this?' And I pulled out the red-headed gentleman, ready to be introduced to a new lady.
"Good!" cried the new lady's husband. And in three minutes, two naked Adams were standing over two naked Eves; and in two minutes more, the two Eves had each a new cock, pouring sperm into their eagerly excited cunts; and when we four parted we had each of us parted with all the amorous ammunition we could bring to the field of battle.
Two days later, another couple, another dinner, another diddle on the bed en quartette; and so on, till I had fucked five young matrons who never before had tasted sperm, other than out of their husband's spigots; and those spigots had all five fucked my wanton Belle.
Then, one night at our house, an orgy of six naked women; and a compact I had drawn up, signed by all, forming a community to be perpetuated by our children, and others whom we, the founders, unanimously agreed to take in. Property, wives and children, in common. A natural nation, a scene of sensual society. No fatherhood or motherhood even, after a child was weaned. All the product of our prolific pricks in their hot cunts, to be brought up in common, children of the community. And at maturity, the boys and girls should become full-fledged members and copulate with young and old alike.
Why not? Who could tell which was the father of any child? And, as I write, one of the pretty little sixteen-year-old daughter of the community passes the window. My daughter perhaps, but who in heaven or hell can tell, when her mother's conception might have been the work of any of the six pricks that indiscriminately injected seed in her fertile field.
"Good morning, Bob!" she calls. "How is Pussey?" I call back. Up goes her light covering to the plump little belly: "Pussey is hot;" she answers, "she wants stroking." My stroker is up in arms. I lift her through the window, strip her, and on the bed give her a taste of my big prick and still abundant sperm, till we finish, my dear whore comes running in, clothes up to waist, and with her, one of the young sons of the community, his staff in her hand. "Oh, what a shame," cries Belle, "we just missed your diddle; but you shall see ours." And dropping her garments, naked across us, as we lay resting, my darling whore soon squirms and pants as of old, from the swift eager thrusts of her young lover's prick.
"My dear girl, let us make them stiff again and then change cocks." And my pretty sixteen-year-old is kissing my old prick, dancing around it, rubbing it, here and there and everywhere, until, as her lips leave it at last, the rigid staff is ready to be planted in my dear whore's citadel and she has worked her own boy's pintle up to an eager stand.
With interlaced arms and frigging hands, we watch the fresh young couple on the bed give and take pleasure with their agile loins, till breathless, glued together, they lay and watch and feel us, as in turn I give my dear Belle a fuck as strong, as juicy, firm and sweet, as years ago, when first I met Mrs. Belle Seaton and diddled her in an assignation-house in New York.
Soon too, we added a darker shade to our Elysian fields. For finding much work in keeping the farm in order, I went to New-Orleans and hired two young and stalwart black men. And taking them to my room, told them the kind of people we were, and how necessary it was I should know they were thoroughly healthy. And they stripped, and I went all over them.
They stood in front of me and both pricks were soon inflamed, as I pressed back the foreskins, to see if there were any signs of disease.
Disease? They were magnificent, big and healthy specimens of the genus "cock"; and as, involuntarily, I moved the soft skin up and down, they lost control of themselves, and seizing each other, in a minute were rolling on the floor, working their bums and sucking each other's sweetness out.
Need I add, that I soon gathered a second crop from each?
I took them to our Elysium and the very first night, these lusty workers were present at a meeting of all the original members of our community, and all six women were ploughed by one or the other and impregnated with the African seed, that later on, added the darker shade I spoke of, to some of the children of the community. And the second generation of lively girls soon got out the good things the darkies had, and all alike shared the fine fucking faculties of our dusky helpers; and the next generation, that appeared full quickly, (we had mothers at 12 and 13), had a fine scale of color, from purest white to a rich chocolate brown.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FINAL SCENES OF LASCIVIOUSNESS
One last reminiscence, and I am done.
We communists were industrious and worked as well as played.
Finding the markets of the South were expensive ones in which to buy the large supplies we needed, after several years experience, I, as chief, used to go to New York yearly, and lay on a large stock of such articles as we could keep.
In vain, when there, I sought my old hostess, Mrs. Virtue and my lively French Madame; all these had disappeared.
But as I wandered the street one night, two pretty little girls of sixteen or so "picked me up," as they say. "What do you girls want of an old cock like me?" I asked, as I groped them. "Oh, we like nice middle-aged fellows.-We don't live on a regular house, but have our own rooms, where we can pump men dry." And the two girls had their hands on the pump which had not had much work since leaving home.
In a next little room, a naked man of middle age was soon lying between two plump and pretty prostitutes, and quickly both juicy little cunts, one after the other, was churning up his cream. After the double jerking, my prick was peaceful and I had a chance to examine more carefully their faces. They had a familiar look; I was puzzled; why was it, I seemed to be carried back by them to the old days in that little beer shop?
"Girls, we don't know each other very well, but won't you give me your histories; something about you recalls old days in New York."
"Why not," said one, as she fondled my old pleasure-giver in her hand.-"We are not ashamed of our history; we don't know, who our daddies were and shall not try to make anyone father our babies. We are good-hearted, but find it pleasant to earn our living by giving ourselves to any nice man who wants us. Our people are all dead, and, left alone a year ago, we drifted into a life of pleasure. We like it. We are whores by inheritance; for though one of our mothers was married, they both told us that we were the children of one man, who was not the husband of either; they were sure of it, from our looks, and often used to tell us about their amours."
"But pshaw! Suppose I had a child, why should I say that Jack, who fucked me yesterday, was the father, rather than this dear fellow, who diddled me to-day, or the unknown, who I hope, will whore me to-morrow. A woman knows her child, a man his-never."
As I gazed on the two young harlots, gentle, kind, good, despite their business, I soon had, down on me, in one, a close resemblance to my dear old hostess, and in the other to lively Mrs. Virtue, who lived upstairs. And as I thought more and questioned further, I knew for sure, that these, my last loves, were the daughters of the old, and were the two babies I saw upon the couch in my room, when I said good-bye to my dear hostess and the frisky Mrs. Virtue. "Come, he is in fine condition," said one. "Let us toss up, who shall take that stiffness out of him?" And the lively wantons, standing on each side of me, extended naked on the bed,, tossed up a coin, which fell upon my belly, and the girl who had cried "tails," won-as was proper-and soon had tucked my tail in her pretty little quim; and with hard lubric riding soon pumped up my spermy treasures. She did not empty the spigot, but generous, dismounted from the still stiff stallion, and pushing me on top of her sister, I poured in her the remaining flow of sperm and volley of hot thrust.
Then, one in each arm, naked beside me, I told them my history, which dovetailed into theirs as nicely as my cock in their young cunts; and standing before a glass, we thought we saw resemblances that might mark me as their daddy. "I don't care, if you are my father!" cried one. "Nor I!" cried the other. "You have fucked us twice. And a hundred times is not more wicked than one."
And on their knees, the two pretty lechers kissed and fondled, squeezed and frigged the putative parental prick, until I laid them down, one over the other, their pretty cunts close together, and first in one, then in the other, my excited cock plunged deep and fucked a minute; then quickly out, and diddled the other, until the novelty of all that we had seen and heard and what we now were doing, made the fountain spout, and I gave half my sperm to each-daughter or not.
As we rested, I told them where I lived, and all about our community, asking as I finished:-"Girls, will you go home with me?" Go? They were wild with enthusiasm; I was ravished with fond hot kisses, head to foot, and spurred by their fever, I gave them caresses back on mouths, breasts, bellies, bums and heated cunts.
I drew them, first one, then the other down upon me, as I lay, and with my tongue and clinging lips titillated their touchy little slits, till each in turn, wiggled, throbbed and panted as she spent; and then kneeling with both their heads upon the pillow, my thighs enclosing both their forms, my now ponderous prick was wildly seized, tongue-tickled, sucked, first by one rosy mouth and then the other, until I poured in each as much cream as they could swallow, and half choked, they still sucked and almost bit and ate the rare and juicy flesh, until age told, and Papa-Prick lay withered like an old wrinkled man, but was, even then, the object of their never tiring touches and kisses.
There was a vacant room next theirs; I took it, and we made an opening, through which unseen, I could see them entertain their lovers, young or old, sometimes one, sometimes three or four.
It was delicious, the panorama of these half-dressed or naked votaries of lust, giving to each other, in every form, in every part, voluptuous touches, gropes, kissings, friggings, fuckings, suckings-until, when their companion had retired, I often needs must rush upon the pretty whores and vent into every hole they boasted the heated lust they had engendered.
A week thus, and my business ended, I bought my protegees, (let "daughters" remain doubtful), pretty outfits, and we were ready to go South together. And to celebrate the last night, I hired the luxurious parlour of a house of pleasure near, and had my lively little doxies ask eight of their sprightliest young cocks to hold us company in a revel of voluptuousness.
Lying on a soft divan, I held in each arm one of my nude and lewd companions, and ordered the two big black men-servants to bring in the boys, whose undressing-room was near; and soon, the eight were standing ranged before us, handsome and eager, with prick and "present arms."
My pretty little harlots had one, red garters, the other, blue. And-I had put four blue and four red cards in a hat, each marked from one to four. Quickly at my order each boy drew a card; and, ranged in two groups, the number ones, in blue and red, advanced, and as, between them, I held my lively lust quenchers on the edge of the couch, they matched colours, and the lively young cocks fucked fast two tight young slits, while the old lecher gloated and groped and tickled, till with lascivious yells, the first shots were fired and the number two's were stiffly in the slits and stroking hard. So numbers three and four. Then my robust prick was the girl's play; kissed and frigged, until I made them, with united hands, jerk the hot sperm high in the air, until their pretty mouths sucked out, in turn, the oozing remnant. Then I pushed the girls to the middle of the floor.
"Go for them, boys!" And all ten were dancing, squirming in a lovely labyrinth of fresh throbbing flesh, yelling and screaming with delight, till the cocks could stand no more; and plunged in cunts, in culs, in mouths-and the young whores were weltering in sperm; and when their lovers laid them by me, they needed a few minutes to regain their breath. Thoughtful of me, one held my stiff staff up-"What shall we do with this?" One stalwart youngster jumped up and jutting out his backside towards me, answered: "Perhaps he would like a fuck in here; my boss, who is just his age and size, says my arse is nicer than any woman's cunt."
"Go, bugger him!" cried the girls. And in a minute, I had the fellow leaning over a chair, and pointing my prick, was frantically working its long length in his cul. It was magnificent. "Do you mind it?" I cried. "Mind it? It is splendid; my prick is stiffening." And amid the shouts of the crowd, I plunged it to the hilt, and too mad with lust to wait, I soon sent my sperm flying deep within him. Still crazy with lechery, I soon drew it out, and leaning my head against the couch, I pulled him down on his knees before me and handled his stiff and handsome prick. "Suck it, suck it. Hurry up!" And in my mouth I tasted the sweets of Sodom, while my fingers were plunged in his slippery cul, until a lazy looking bit of soft flesh lay languidly on his testicles.
The girls were crazy with this new lechery. "He shall suck everyone of them!" And one after another I grasped those plump young buttocks and in my mouth sucked out the sweetness of their nuts, through their fresh and firm young pricks, until as I reached the next to the last, I seized one of the girls and straddling her over my face, made the next boy fuck her, until the sperm began to squirt; when the dear girl squirmed off his staff and left the spouting spigot for me to finish with my lips. And then the act ended with the last fellow and the other girl enacting the same scene.
As we all rested, I made the boys tell stories of their lewd encounters, while I rang the bell and two blacks, in long dominoes, came in with the wine. I had arranged for their services and told the mistress I wanted men with good stiff pricks. They served us and soon each roisterer had two bumpers of sparkling wine in their bellies. Again the glasses were filled and the two half-drunk girls I held in my arms, tossed them off quickly. The blacks stood silent in the middle of the room. "Strip!" I cried, and naked they stood with monstrous erections, reaching to their navels. Pushing the girls off the divan, I cried: "Run, girls, or they will rape you."
"No, they shall not. I never diddled a nigger; I won't!"
"Run then!" I cried. And the two girls, panting, ran away, as the blacks started for them. Ran here and there. Dodged, squirmed, darted behind the furniture, rushed to their white lovers, crying out for them to save them, until the madly excited Negroes sprang on them, picked them up like babies in their arms, kissed their wildly panting forms all over, then mad with lechery, threw them on the bed beside me and in an instant these two pretty little white cunts were stretched wider than ever before with the immense length and volume of those tremendous black cocks. Clutched tight, it did not take more than half a dozen strokes, to wiggle the wantons out of their squeamishness. They could not resist the overwhelming pleasure of such vigorous fucking. First one, then the other, joined in a dance of delightful lechery, with gasping mouths, panting breasts, heaving bellies and wildly working bums, "give up!" cried one. "It is heavenly! Give it to me." And the other yelled: "I am going off. It is splendid; I'll fuck black men all my life." And those late protesting little fillies, their legs and arms around their ugly but manly stallions, pulled them down, flat on belly and breast, and kissed their bulging lips.-"Let us see them squirm!" And the two blacks broke loose and the two lust-filled girls were bare and quivering to our lewd eyes. "Change partners and give them another dose!" I cried. And the black giants seized the panting doves in their arms, danced around the room with them, rubbed their pricks all over the white bodies, kissed bottoms, bellies, slits, and put their tongues in them, until the crazy whores, wound to a pitch of lewdness, kissed them back and soon we saw their cocks in those lately screeching lips. This was too much for the blacks, and spiking their white companions on their fierce spears, they ran around the room in a mad frenzy, fucking with magnificent stroking as they fled, till falling, out of breath, upon the divan by me, the girls continued to pump their sperm up with buttocks that seemed to have been fucked to such a speed. They could not stop. This was not enough for our dainty anti-blacks. They sprang up wriggling and threw themselves upon their ravishers, their mouths clutching eagerly the fallen monsters. And kissing, sucking, the two wild wantons would not cease until once again the princely pricks stood rampant I did not stir, but my mouth watered for their succulent richness. One lechery laden girl seemed to read my thought. Quick as a flash she forced her dusky lover on his knees before my face, and as with sodomistic lust I seized the luscious monster in my mouth, she stood over me and pulled the black's mouth down on her cunt, and his tongue fucked her as I sucked, until they both lay weltering in hot emissions. Then, mad, rolled, sucking each other's pricks, till tired and empty, we fell apart to rest.
CONCLUSION
STRONG AND WITHOUT SHAME TO THE LAST
And now farewell! Elysium in the balmy South still flourishes, twenty years or more since my dear Belle first held me in her arms, after the farcical form of marriage. Three generations are grown, big enough to use the blessed tools of love; for nature ripens quickly here from climate and from the undisguised living for lust.
Only last night, as I and my dear Whore, still a fine woman, stout and large, but lewd still, and just as sweet to me in bed as when first I fucked her, were waltzing in the afterglow of a summer day, along the pretty brook that babbles through Elysium, when merry laughter struck our ears and two lovely girls stood naked in the cooling stream; one was of the second, the other of the third generation. And soon, we, of the first, were with them in the brook, and I, old Grandpa Priapus, was fondled in the arms of wife and daughter and granddaughter perhaps, till ancient ardour unfurled the standard of assault, and the three nymphs dragged their old satyr to the warm sands. And quickly the younger maids placed my dear whore, as nature meant that she should live and die, in the blessed pose of open thighs and arms, and spurred by eager hands and kisses I fucked the dear grandmother. Then bacchic dancing around the prostrate king, with lewd songs and words and gentle slaps and friggings, till, on her back, the might-be daughter found a still vigorous prober ravishing her plump and luscious cunt, and she too tasted with me the sweets of exuding sperm. Then prostrate, the third generation, small but beautiful, rounded; a gem in rosy buff and soft brown tufts gave her whole soul to the ancient god's renewal; her soul, I say, for it was the amorous soul that spurred the ardent grasp, the soft hand frigging, the lively buttock play; and then, the sweet caress of parted lips upon the fallen monarch, the ardent kisses poured on staff and flabby bag, on and under them, and then deep in her mouth, the heavenly, tight friction and lewdly licking tongue, till age forgot its feebleness and the lustful filly held the stiff staff joyously in her hand, and mounting her ancient stallion aimed it straight for her hot tight cunt, and with the lithesome loins of thirteen summers rode hard and fast for the goal to which both soon came-old wine, in new bottles.
Lying there, my head on the breast of my dear whore, and the charming girls pillowed on each thigh, we heard approaching footsteps and saw three men draw near; three of the intended brand.
A stalwart, bull-blooded black, about my age, a brown mulatto, of the next generation, and then a pretty boy, almost white, showing how mixed the fornication was in our Elysium.
"Come, boys, they have pumped me dry. Strip and give their salacious slits a feast of sperm." And seizing my dear whore across my lap, I pulled the youngster up, and soon his pretty little pintle was fucking madly the glad cunt of my legal wife. Then seizing the middle-age, as I might call her, her plump and luscious crevice soon clutched with delightful thrill the firm and beautiful pego of the mulatto, and their agile thrusts soon ended in vigorous diddling, drowning them in love's elixir. Now for the fresh thirteen-year-old. Her little breasts were bounding, her plump arse quivering. How warm it felt against my ancient prick, as I pulled her flat down on my lap. What a monster was that full-blooded negro's prick, a mountain of hard red flesh, so stiff, I scarce could bend it to the eager little slit; but in it went, straight to the hair, and thoroughly aroused it could not wait, but with mal lechery, stretched the young leather on the last, and worked hot and heavy, with mad, deep, lightning thrust, until the young quivering belly was dancing wild, and the panting mouth screamed out aloud, as the fierce drops of African sperm shot in a never ceasing flood up to her womb and she lay wriggling, happy on my lap.
"Poor old Bob must have his tit-bit!" And my dear whore, who had been fondly caressing the boy's fresh prick, brought it to me and pushed it to my lips.
Oh, Gomorrah! how sweet are the paths! Oh, Sodom! how delicious the morsel of a fresh young cock! Not to be outdone, she of the middle-age, with ardent lips, raised high the staff of her contemporary, and his fine cock was a sacrifice to the gods of Sodom. My ancient member showed signs of life, and my lewd whore whipped my buttocks and played gently with it. Then, still frigging, she made the big black pierce my cul with his tremendous cock, till my own sprang strong to a firm erection. "Now suck each other!" cried our excited audience. And quick two lecherous mouths seized two big, lustful pricks, and on the soft grass, with heaving bums, our mad lips sucked so lustfully, that all the dear, dead, earth departed citizens,-Oh, Sodom and Gomorrah!-rushed to the battlefields of Heaven and Hell, and gazed down and up, upon our lecherous frenzy, while my kind whore, quickly breaking off two limber whips, flogged our restless buttocks, till we wildly danced in a delirium of splendid spending.
Stop? Yes! How? Oh, thou respectable man or woman, young through life, with all the heaven-giving lusts held back, smothered, submerged in the sickening artificiality of a world of make-believe, why not break loose, and let the errant lewdness guide you here, where purity, prejudice and prudery are unknown? Why not, with excited cocks and cunts, take the next train to our Elysium?