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THE SINS OF THE CITIES OF THE PLAIN
_Only 250 copies printed._
TABLE OF CONTENTS
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VOL. I. RECOLLECTIONS OF A MARY-ANN
(_Introduction_) 7
JACK SAUL'S RECOLLECTIONS 27
VOL. II. JACK SAUL'S RECOLLECTIONS
(_continued_) 7
FURTHER RECOLLECTIONS AND INCIDENTS 53
THE SAME OLD STORY 100
A SHORT ESSAY ON SODOMY, ETC. 107
TRIBADISM 118
THE SINS
OF THE
CITIES OF THE PLAIN
OR THE
_RECOLLECTIONS OF A MARY-ANN_
WITH SHORT ESSAYS ON
SODOMY AND TRIBADISM
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IN TWO VOLUMES
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VOLUME I.
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LONDON
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1881
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RECOLLECTIONS
OF A
MARY-ANN
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_INTRODUCTION_
The writer of these notes was walking through Leicester Square one sunny
afternoon last November, when his attention was particularly taken by an
effeminate, but very good-looking young fellow, who was walking in front
of him, looking in shop-windows from time to time, and now and then
looking round as if to attract my attention.
Dressed in tight-fitting clothes, which set off his Adonis-like figure
to the best advantage, especially about what snobs call the fork of his
trousers, where evidently he was favoured by nature by a very
extraordinary development of the male appendages; he had small and
elegant feet, set off by pretty patent leather boots, a fresh looking
beardless face, with almost feminine features, auburn hair, and
sparkling blue eyes, which spoke as plainly as possible to my senses,
and told me that the handsome youth must indeed be one of the
"Mary-Ann's" of London, who I had heard were often to be seen sauntering
in the neighbourhood of Regent Street, or the Haymarket, on fine
afternoons or evenings.
Presently the object of my curiosity almost halted and stood facing the
writer as he took off his hat, and wiped his face with a beautiful white
silk handkerchief.
That lump in his trousers had quite a fascinating effect upon me. Was it
natural or made up by some artificial means? If real, what a size when
excited; how I should like to handle such a manly jewel, etc. All this
ran through my mind, and determined me to make his acquaintance, in
order to unravel the real and naked truth; also, if possible, to glean
what I could of his antecedents and mode of life, which I felt sure must
be extraordinarily interesting.
When he moved on again I noticed that he turned down a little side
street, and was looking in a picture shop. I followed him, and first
making some observations about the scanty drapery on some of the
actresses and other beauties whose photographs were exposed for sale, I
asked him if he would take a glass of wine.
He appeared to comprehend that there was business in my proposal, but
seemed very diffident about drinking in any public place.
"Well," I said, "would you mind if we take a cab to my chambers--I live
in the Cornwall Mansions, close to Baker Street Station--have a cigar
and a chat with me, as I see you are evidently a fast young chap, and
can put me up to a thing or two?"
"All right. Put your thing up, I suppose you mean. Why do you seem so
afraid to say what you want?" he replied with a most meaning look.
"I'm not at all delicate; but wish to keep myself out of trouble. Who
can tell who hears you out in the streets?" I said, hailing a cab. "I
don't like to be seen speaking to a young fellow in the street. We shall
be all right in my own rooms."
It was just about my dinner hour when we reached my place, so I rang the
bell, and ordered my old housekeeper to lay the table for two, and both
of us did ample justice to a good rumpsteak and oyster sauce, topped up
with a couple of bottles of champagne of an extra sec brand.
As soon as the cloth was removed, we settled ourselves comfortably over
the fire with brandy and cigars, for it was a sharp, frosty day out.
"My boy, I hope you enjoyed your dinner?" I said, mixing a couple of
good warm glasses of brandy hot, "but you have not favoured me with your
name. Mine you could have seen by the little plate on my door, is Mr.
Cambon."
"Saul, Jack Saul, sir, of Lisle Street, Leicester Square, and ready for
a lark with a free gentleman at any time. What was it made you take a
fancy to me? Did you observe any particularly interesting points about
your humble servant?" as he slyly looked down towards the prominent part
I have previously mentioned.
"You seem a fine figure, and so evidently well hung that I had quite a
fancy to satisfy my curiosity about it. Is it real or made up for show?"
I asked.
"As real as my face, sir, and a great deal prettier. Did you ever see a
finer tosser in your life?" he replied, opening his trousers and
exposing a tremendous prick, which was already in a half-standing state.
"It's my only fortune, sir; but it really provides for all I want, and
often introduces me to the best of society, ladies as well as gentlemen.
There isn't a girl about Leicester Square but what would like to have me
for her man, but I find it more to my interest not to waste my strength
on women; the pederastic game pays so well, and is quite as enjoyable. I
wouldn't have a woman unless well paid for it."
He was gently frigging himself as he spoke, and had a glorious stand by
the time he had finished, so throwing the end of my cigar into the fire,
I knelt down by his side to examine that fine plaything of his.
Opening his trousers more, I brought everything into full view--a
priapus nearly ten inches long, very thick, and underhung by a most
glorious pair of balls, which were surrounded and set off by quite a
profusion of light auburn curls.
How I handled those appendages, the sack of which was drawn up so
deliciously tight, which is a sure sign of strength, and that they have
not been enervated by too excessive fucking or frigging. I hate to see
balls hang loosely down, or even a fine prick with very small or
scarcely any stones to it--these half-and-half tools are an abomination.
Gently frigging him, I tongued the ruby head for a minute or two, till
he called out, "Hold, hold, sir, or you will get it in your mouth!"
This was not my game; I wanted to see him spend, so removing my lips, I
pointed that splendid tool outwards over the hearthrug and frigged him
quickly. Almost in a moment it came; first a single thick clot was
ejected, like a stone from a volcano, then quite a jet of sperm went
almost a yard high, and right into the fire, where it fizzled on the
red-hot coals.
"By Jove, what a spend!" I exclaimed, "we will strip now, and have some
better fun, Jack. I want to see you completely naked, my boy, as there
is nothing so delightful as to see a fine young fellow when well formed
and furnished in every respect. Will you suck me? That is what I like
first; frigging you has only given me half a cockstand at present."
"You must be generous if I do, or you will not get me to come and see
you here again," he answered with a smile, which had almost a girlish
sweetness of expression.
We were soon stripped to the buff, and having locked the door, I sat
down with my beautiful youth on my knee, we kissed each other, and he
thrust his tongue most wantonly into my mouth, as my hands fairly
travelled all over his body; but that glorious prick of his claimed most
attention, and I soon had it again in a fine state of erection.
"Now kneel down and gamahuche me," I said, "whilst I can frig your
lovely prick with my foot."
Seemingly to enter thoroughly into the spirit of the thing, he was on
his knees in a moment, between my legs, and began to fondle my still
rather limp pego most deliciously, taking the head fully into his
voluptuously warm mouth, and rolling his tongue round the prepuce in the
most lascivious manner it is possible to imagine.
I stiffened up at once under such exciting tittillations, which seemed
to have a like effect upon his prick, which I could feel with my toes to
be as hard as a rolling-pin, as my foot gently frigged and rolled it on
his bended thigh, and he soon spent over my sole as it gently continued
the exciting friction.
I now gave myself more and more to his gamahuching, now and then seizing
his head with both hands, and raising his face to mine, we indulged in
luscious love kisses, which prolonged my pleasure almost indefinitely.
At last I allowed him to bring me to a crisis, and he swallowed every
drop of my spendings with evident relish.
After resting awhile, and taking a little more stimulant, I asked him
how he had come to acquire such a decided taste for gamahuching, to do
it so deliciously as he did.
"That would be too long a tale to go into now," he replied. "Some other
day, if you like to make it worth my while, I will give you the whole
history."
"Could you write it out, or give me an outline so that I might put it
into the shape of a tale?"
"Certainly; but it would take me so much time that you would have to
make me a present of at least twenty pounds. It would take during three
or four weeks several hours a day."
"I don't mind a fiver a week if you give me a fair lot, say thirty or
forty pages of note-paper a week, tolerably well written," I replied.
And the arrangement was made for him to compile me "The Recollections of
a Mary-Ann," which I suggested ought to be the title, although he seemed
not at all to like the name as applied to himself, saying that that was
what the low girls of his neighbourhood called him if they wished to
insult him, however, he said at last, "the four fivers will make up for
that."
"Now," he added, "I suppose you would like me to put it up for you, or
rather into myself. But can you lend me such a thing as a birch? You are
not so young as I am, and want something to stimulate you; besides, I
want you to do it well, as I fancy that moderate sized cock of yours
immensely. Do you know that I am sure I like a nice man to fuck me as
much as ever a woman could?"
The birch was produced, and he insisted upon tying me down over the easy
chair, so that I could not flinch or get away from the application of
the rod.
He began very steadily, and with light stinging cuts which soon made me
aware that I had a rather accomplished young schoolmaster to deal with
my posteriors, which began to tingle most pleasantly after a few
strokes. The sting of each cut was sharp, but the warm, burning rush of
blood to the parts had such an exciting effect that, although I fairly
writhed and wriggled under each stroke, I was rapidly getting into a
most delicious state of excitement.
The light tips of the birch seemed to search out each tender spot,
twining round my buttocks and thighs, touching up both shaft and balls,
as well as wealing my ham, till I was most rampantly erect, and cried
out for him to let me have him at once.
"Not yet; not yet, you bugger. You want to get into my arse, do you?
I'll teach you to fuck arseholes, my boy!" he exclaimed, chuckling over
my mingled pain and excitement.
"How do you like that--and that--and that--and that?" The last stroke
was so painful that it almost took my breath away, and I knew he had
fairly drawn blood.
I was furious, my prick felt red-hot, almost ready to burst, when he
unloosed my hands and ancles.
I seized him in a perfect fury of lust. His prick was also standing like
a bar of iron; he had got so excited by my flagellation. He was turned
round, and made to kneel upon the chair at once, presenting his bottom
to my attack. No one to look at it would have thought the pinky and
wrinkled little hole had ever been much used, except for the necessary
offices of nature. The sight was perfectly maddening; it looked so
delicious.
As I stopped for a moment to lubricate the head of my prick with saliva,
he put his fingers in his mouth, and then wetted the little hole
himself, to make it as easy as possible for me.
Coming to the charge, I found him delightfully tight, but I got in
slowly as he helped me as much as possible by directing the head of my
cock with his hand, whilst I had him round the waist and handled that
beautiful tool of his, which added immensely to my pleasure. At last I
felt fairly in, but did not want to spend too soon, so only moved very
slowly, enjoying the sense of possession and the delicious pressures
which he evidently so well knew how to apply.
My frigging soon brought him to a spend, and catching it all in my
hands, I rubbed the creamy essence of life up and down his prick and
over his balls, and even on my own cock as it drew in and out of his
bottom.
My delight was perfectly indescribable. I drew it out so long, always
stopping for a little when the spending crisis seemed imminent, but at
last his writhings and pressures had such an irresistible effect that I
could no longer restrain the flood of sperm I had tried so long to keep
back, and feeling it shoot from me in a red-hot stream, the agonizing
delight made both of us give vent to perfect howls of extasy.
We both nearly fainted, but my instrument was so hard and inflamed that
it was a long time before it in the least began to abate its stiffness.
It was still in his bottom, revelling in the well-lubricated hole, and
he would fain have worked me up to the very crisis again, but I was
afraid of exhausting myself too much at one time, so gradually allowed
Mr. Pego to assume his normal size, and slip out of that delicious
orifice which had given me such pleasure.
A week after this first introduction Jack came again, and brought the
first instalment of his rough notes, from which this MS. is compiled.
Of course at each visit we had a delicious turn at bottom-fucking, but
as the recital of the same kind of thing over and over again is likely
to pall upon my readers, I shall omit a repetition of our numerous
orgies of lust, all very similar to the foregoing, and content myself by
a simple recital of his adventures.
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JACK SAUL'S
RECOLLECTIONS
EARLY DEVELOPMENT OF THE
PEDERASTIC IDEAS IN HIS
YOUTHFUL MIND
DEAR SIR,--
I need scarcely tell you that little cocks, and everything relating to
them, had a peculiar interest to me from the very earliest time it is
possible for my memory to carry me back to.
I have a brother much older than myself, and have heard him say that
almost as soon as I could walk I would toddle up to anybody and ask them
if they had a dilly; that lifting girls' clothes, or putting my hands on
boys or even grown-up people was a regular thing with me.
My parents were well-to-do people of the farmer class, in Suffolk, and I
have been told of a laughable incident when I was only about six years
old.
There was a family party, and at teatime my cousin Jenny, a fine girl of
about seventeen, who was slightly disfigured by a very hirsute
appearance about her upper lip, was seated opposite to me, and
particularly attracted my attention, it being the first time I had ever
seen her. I was so absorbed in contemplating her moustache that I could
not take my eyes off her, so that she quite blushed.
At last I broke out. "What have you got girl's clothes on for? I don't
believe you are a girl at all. My brother Dick has got a moustache just
like yours."
"Hush, for shame, Johnny; be quiet, do," said my mother, giving me quite
a severe pat, whilst the object of my remarks flushed crimson, as tears
of shame started to her eyes.
"I won't. I know she's a boy. See if I don't find out whether she's
cracked like a girl, or got a spout like a tea-kettle on her!" I cried
out, but was not allowed to say more, as I was cuffed and driven in
disgrace from the room, whilst poor Jenny also rose from the table to
retire and have a good cry over her humiliation.
About twelve years afterwards, when Jenny was a married woman,
happening to be left alone with her for a short time one day, I recalled
the incident to her memory, in fact I believe she never forgot it, as
she used always to regard me with a most peculiar kind of look.
How she blushed at first; but putting my arms round her waist, I asked
her to kiss and forgive me, if it was such a long time ago.
"You know, Jack, I will. You were such a tit then," she replied, as she
permitted me to take the kiss.
"But, Jenny, I love you so, and am as curious as ever. Can you forgive
that?"
Her eyes looked anywhere but in my face, as she blushed and seemed
deeply moved, so I redoubled my osculatory attentions till I had raised
quite a storm of desire in both our heaving bosoms.
She was married to a rather old and ugly fellow, whose money had caught
the silly butterfly, who thought that wealth alone could secure
happiness.
You may guess the result. A friendly sofa was at hand. We sank down upon
it, and, in spite of her pretended resistance, I not only investigated
the crack of love but got into it. She was one of those hairy, lustful
women one occasionally meets with, and when she had once tasted the fine
root I introduced into her cunt (which was already swimming in spendings
before Mr. Pego could present his head), she could scarcely ever be
satisfied; in fact, we ran awful risks. When I was stopping in the house
she would leave her husband asleep and come to my room, and when she
had fairly fucked me to a standstill, would suck my prick, slap my arse,
bugger me with her finger, and do everything she could think of to get
even a tenth or eleventh go out of me.
I was sent to a boarding-school at Colchester when about ten years of
age. Here the boys all slept by twos in a bed.
Well do I remember the first night. My bedfellow, a big boy of about
fifteen, his name was Freeman, at once began to handle me all over as
soon as the lights were out. His hands soon found my cock, which young
as I then was, was a fine one for my age--somehow it was already stiff.
"My eyes," he whispered, "you've got a good 'un. Feel mine; it is
hardly bigger than yours," as he directed my young hands to another
equally stiff prick.
"Rub it up and down," he whispered again; "that is what we all do. Do
you like it?"
My body was in a tremble all over, and presently, as I continued the up
and down motion of my hand on his cock, it was wetted all over with a
warm, slimy kind of stuff which he shot into my hand.
"Don't you know what that is, Jack? Perhaps you're not old enough to
come like that; we call it spendings," he whispered. "It's so nice. We
often put our cocks in each other's bottoms, and spend there. Would you
like to try that on me?"
At first I would not, but he at length got me to promise and try, as I
should be sure to find it so nice.
He turned his bum to me, and wetting both his hole and the tip of my
affair with spittle, he himself directed my cock to the place, and
pushed out his arse towards me.
I did my best by shoving, and somehow it seemed to come quite natural,
for I soon got in, and found my prick for the first time in a
deliciously moist, warm, and tight sheath.
"Push in and out, in and out," he whispered, suiting the action of his
rump to his instructions.
I liked it immensely, and clung with my arms round his buttocks, working
with all my will, till at last a sudden thrill seemed to come upon me
with a kind of shooting sensation in my cock. We both stopped out of
breath, as if something had happened, and I suppose that was my first
spend.
The other boys seemed all very quiet that first night, but the next
evening, as soon as we had retired to our room, Freeman at once
introduced little Jack to the other half-dozen occupants of our room
(there were four beds) as a highly fit and proper chum.
"See, boys, what a fine prick the little fellow has got. He fucked my
arse all night last night, and had his first spend," he said, lifting my
shirt and exposing my affair, which was already as stiff as a poker at
the idea of another go like the previous night.
They all crowded round to handle and admire what they called a wonder
for such a little 'un.
Presently all were quite naked, each prick was stiff, and we compared
one with another. The next thing was to draw lots who should have my
bottom first, and luckily for me the boy with the very smallest prick in
the room drew the desired prize. He was about fourteen, but such a
pretty fair little fellow that I quite loved him at once.
His first action was to come and kiss me, then with one arm around my
waist, stood belly to belly, and rubbed his much smaller prick against
mine.
Just then one suggested that unless we blocked up the window the light
would betray us, so as they wished to retain the candles in use, they
took a couple of blankets off the beds, and put them up so as
effectually to darken the windows.
The next thing was to make me lean over the bed on my face, so as to
offer my bottom fairly to the attack of my young lover; they next took a
little pomade from a pot, and put some both on my little hole as well as
the head of his prick.
Being small there was not much difficulty about his getting in, and he
soon began to afford me great pleasure, especially when, putting his
arms round to my front, he began to frig my stiff member.
Looking round to see all that was going on, I found my lover also had
one in his bottom, and the whole of them soon formed a perfect string in
action, each one in the bottom in front of him, making a chain of eight
links. There seemed quite a kind of electricity about it, as I fancied
I felt all the pricks in my bottom by turns, and when at last it came to
the spending crisis, one and all came together with cries of delight;
whilst I also bedewed the hands of my partner with a few drops of spend,
as I almost fainted from excessive emotion.
Of course other nights we changed places and partners, sometimes going
in for a general suck all round and giving our bottoms a rest.
I got so fond of having a cock in my mouth that I could have eaten them,
and at that time liked it better than anything.
I only stopped at that school a fortnight, for I was both fortunate and
unfortunate at the same time.
My father was killed by accident, and mother had to take me home,
because his affairs turned out so badly she could not afford to pay for
my schooling; which, as it turned out, thus prevented my constitution
being ruined for life by such early precocity; besides, it was all found
out and the school broken up soon afterwards.
You may be sure these early impressions took a deep hold of my naturally
warm disposition, although I had very few opportunities of again
indulging. I knew it was wrong to do such things, and whenever I did
happen to get a young friend for a bedfellow, never failed to try on for
a mutual frig.
I would lay beside a fresh companion till I fairly shivered with
emotion, and would wait till he was asleep, or pretended to be so, my
cock all the time as stiff as a bar of iron; then my hands would slyly
and gradually slip under his nightshirt, and slowly work to the all
attractive spot, gently try a few soft pressures till the cock began to
respond to my caresses by a very perceptible swelling; then I got
bolder, and generally my bedfellow would turn over and reciprocate my
dalliances till we joined in a mutual fuck between each other's thighs,
belly to belly. My favorite idea was to pull back the skin of my
foreskin, and doing the same to my bedfellow's prick, bring the nose of
his affair to mine, then draw the skin of mine over the heads of both
cocks, and fuck each other gently so. What delicious thrills we had when
spending, the seed seeming to shoot backwards and forwards from one to
the other! Only those who have done it can at all realize such
delicious sensations. Very seldom have I found a youth reject my
caresses, although many of them would keep quite passive, and let me do
everything.
Next day I could hardly ever look them in the face, but generally found
them quite ready for another spree at night.
But so few chances occurred to me, and then only for a day or two at a
time.
However, I met with an adventure with the other sex when I was nearly
fourteen.
We had a young dairymaid about eighteen, a fine dark-eyed wench, very
good looking, a strapping big, strong young woman, with rare plump arms
and splendid full bosom, whilst as to her development of rump, to judge
from the appearance outside her clothes, it was something superb.
My bedroom was in a garret at the top of the farmhouse, and a ricketty
old staircase led up to my door, and then with a twist to the other
side, without any landing, you could step up to Sarah's room (she was
our only servant); so it was little more than a step across from my door
to hers. At the bottom of our staircase there was a door which we could
bolt inside, and so be secure from burglars or the other inmates of the
house, unless they fairly broke in.
Of an afternoon, after she had done milking and all her work, Sarah used
to go up to her room to wash and dress, and I noticed that even by
daytime she bolted the staircase door. My curiosity was aroused, so
slipping up to my room sometimes before her time for dressing, I used to
take off my heavy shoes and watch her dressing through the keyhole of
her door, but I never saw very much except those lovely titties and neck
in the process of washing or changing her frock.
This went on for some days, and my elder brother being away at the time,
I used to lay and think about Sarah for hours after going to bed; yet I
dared not venture to do anything, and in fact was ignorant of almost
everything about the opposite sex.
One afternoon, being rather more clumsy than usual, I stumbled against
her door just as I was going to apply my eye to the keyhole, and not
being fastened it flew wide open, exposing Miss Sarah in the very act
of admiring her fine bosom in front of a small glass. How she blushed
for a moment, but recovering herself at once, exclaimed: "Well I never,
Master Jack. What do you think you will see now?"
I stammered out an excuse, but she asked me into her room, saying, with
a laugh, "I know you thought you would see my legs or something, now,
didn't you?"
"I know I did. You won't tell mother, will you, Sarah? I've often seen
your beautiful big breasts, and wanted to see----"
"I never tell tales, Jack, if you don't. What did you want to see? Tell
me," she said, with a most tantalising smile.
My assurance returned as I found she was not cross, so I told her that
it was her fine bum that I so very much wished to see, adding that I
would give a shilling to see it just for a moment, as I was sure it was
a beauty.
"I don't want your money, dear," she replied; "but will you kiss it if I
let you have a peep?"
"That I will," I eagerly replied. "Only let me lift your skirts, Sarah."
"And I must look at your's, Jack, and kiss it. Is it a bargain, dear?"
"I'll show as much as you do for a spree, so make haste," was my answer.
"What a nice little fellow you are. Give me a kiss first, and then we'll
have a romp. Would you like to come and sleep in my bed at night, dear?"
she asked, and I felt my breath almost sucked away, as she squeezed and
hugged me to her heaving bosom. You may be sure I liked nothing better,
and assured her so.
As if by magic her skirts dropped down to her heels, and in a moment
Sarah was dancing round the room with nothing on but her chemise,
affording me exquisite glimpses of her splendid fat bum, and a soft
brown muff which ornamented the lower part of her belly in front.
"Off with your things, Jack, before I'll let you kiss me, make haste, or
your bum shall smart in the twinkling of an eye," she exclaimed, dancing
up to me, her rosy face an animation and a devilment in her looks I had
never seen before.
My face was burning. Her daring immodesty seemed to make me quite
shamefaced, and I felt so abashed I hardly knew how to speak.
"How you blush, Jack; did you never see a girl before?" she asked,
seeming to take pleasure in increasing my embarrassment. She kissed me
again and again, as she almost tore my clothes off, till nothing but my
shirt afforded the least protection against her ardent glances.
"Slip off that ugly rag, as I do," she exclaimed, letting her chemise
drop, and thus abandoning the last slight protection to her nakedness.
"I must hug you to my naked body, dear; it is so nice."
"Now kiss me, and I'll kiss you," she said in a soft, excitable voice,
as she pushed me on to the bed. "Your little plaything is so stiff and
beautiful, I mean to fondle it, while you kiss my bum!"
I resigned myself entirely to her directions, and laying on my back on
the middle of the bed, she got over me face downwards, so that her open
thighs just brought a hairy covered crack right over my face and almost
blindfolded me as she pressed it down to my lips, which seemed
instinctively to imprint kisses on what I had just previously been
almost afraid to see.
Quicker than I can put it on paper, she had hold of my standing affair.
At first she kissed my belly and thighs, laid her warm cheek by the side
of my cock, then I felt her kissing its head, as her hands gently drew
back my foreskin, and presently I could tell that it was well in her
warm mouth, and being deliciously sucked, which made me repay her in
the most ardent manner possible. My own tongue visited the lips of her
crack, and I sucked and thrust it in as far as it would reach.
How she sucked at my pego, as she wriggled her crack over my lips, but
it did not last long before she let down a regular flood of thick creamy
spendings, which so excited me that I came also at once and shot my
juvenile tribute into her mouth, as she greedily swallowed every drop.
"There, there," she said, almost with a sigh, "we've done it, Jack. It's
so naughty; but isn't it nice, dear?"
Then she presently slowly raised herself off my body, and we lay for a
short time side by side on the bed, kissing and toying with the most
attractive charms of each other's person, till at last she jumped up
and begged me to dress quickly for fear mamma should be calling for us.
"Take your things, and run into your own room, and be sure not even to
look at me before anyone, or it will be sure to be noticed; and you know
you can come and cuddle me again all night when they are all in bed."
As I sat at tea that afternoon I could scarcely eat or drink; nothing
but the delights I had tasted with Sarah and anticipations of the coming
night would run through my fevered brain, whilst my poor little cock
every now and then stiffened again in my breeches, till I hardly knew
how to restrain my feelings.
I tried to read a fairy tale, but it was useless, and at last my mamma,
noticing how I kept flushing up, sent me off to bed about eight o'clock.
Ours was an early family, everyone generally getting to bed by ten
o'clock; but how to pass those two long hours of expectation I was quite
at a loss, as I lay tossing about on my bed with one hand gently
frigging my awfully stiff affair.
However, I must have fallen asleep, as I well remember waking up in the
dark and feeling someone in the bed, with her arms round me, and warm
lips kissing my cheeks.
"It's only Sarah, Jack. I did not expect you would go to sleep and
forget me so soon. Shall I go back to my own bed, dear?" she whispered
in a low voice.
"No, no. Oh, pray don't, I love you so!" I whispered in return, as I
began to repay her loving kisses.
"Let us both go into my room; the bed is more comfortable for two," she
said, so we at once adjourned to her apartment and were soon comfortably
cuddling one another again.
"Jack," she whispered "did you ever have any rude games with the boys at
school?"
So I at once told her about my adventures, and how we used to put our
cocks up each other's bottoms, etc.
I felt her actually tremble with suppressed excitement as she so
nervously clasped me in her arms whilst I was telling her all about it.
"Don't you then know what a girl is like? I mean you didn't know till
we kissed each other this afternoon, did you?" she asked.
"No; but I liked kissing you there, Sarah," I replied, as one of my
hands indicated the spot. "May I do it again?"
"No; we'll play at mothers and fathers. You shall put your dear little
prick in there. That's how babies are made by men and women, only we
shan't do that," she said, as she very gently drew me upon her, and
opened her legs and directed my pego to the gap of love, which was so
longing to receive the little morsel.
I felt she was quite wet, and my affair glided into the well-lubricated
aperture with the greatest of ease; but how deliciously warm it was! and
I could feel the folds of her cunt close on my prick so delightfully
that I at once began fucking as quickly as possible, glueing my lips to
her's and pushing my tongue between her amorous lips, as she almost
sucked my breath away. How she heaved up her bottom, and clasping her
arms tightly round my slender body, kept me from being unseated by her
restive steed.
"Oh! oh! oh, Jack! I'm coming, you darling--you duck of a boy, how you
make me spend! Ah--r--r--r--re!" and she seemed almost to stiffen her
body at the moment, whilst my cock, balls, and thighs were deluged by
her thick creamy juice, which also trickled all down the crack of her
bottom. Presently she recovered a little, and putting one hand down to
my affair, withdrew it from her reeking cunt, and pointed it to the
little hole just below, whispering as she did so, "Push in there, dear.
Don't spend in my pussey, as even a boy like you might make me a baby if
you come there; besides, I long to know what it is like. It must be
nice, or the boys at school wouldn't do it."
"Oh! oh! it hurts though," she sighed, as I pushed on, and gradually
progressed little by little; still it very evidently was anything but a
painless operation, to judge from her sighs and suppressed murmurs. At
last, however, I was chock-a-block, as the sailors say, and she gave me
a kiss of satisfaction at having achieved our purpose.
"Now go on, Jack. It feels so nice, and excites me so."
At the same time her legs were thrown over my loins, and she heaved up
her arse to every stroke of my living piston.
So tight, such a deliciously warm and throbbing sheath, delighted my
little prick--I cannot describe how I felt; but it must have swollen up
immensely. It felt ready to burst, and almost directly I felt the
electric shootings which give such intense pleasure in the act of
emission. My very soul seemed to melt into her vitals under these
blissful sensations.
"How beautifully warm; how I feel it shoot up into me! Ah, this beats
everything I ever felt before!" she sighed, kissing and hugging me in
rapturous extasy.
"No, my love," I laughed. "You never felt it before when you have it in
your bottom. I'm so pleased that you like our way, as I also like this
little hole best."
She made me repeat the game without withdrawing, and all night long we
were kissing and sucking each other's parts, till just as it was getting
light we fell into a sound sleep in each other's arms.
After this first night we always slept together, but she would not
always let me fuck her, as she told me too much of it might injure my
health.
One morning she confided to me the secret that she often got a nice fuck
in the cowhouse from our boy Joe, who assisted her in the milking. "And
what do you think, Jack, I get him to do sometimes? Why, there is a long
stool there which we put under one of the quietest cows that has
beautiful long tits, then I lay myself on my back on the stool, and he
puts one of the cow's tits right into my pussey and milks it right into
me. It's beautiful, it's delicious, beats everything; no man is at all
so good. It makes me come so when I feel the rush of the warm milk right
up into my very womb. You shall see it, Jack, this very afternoon. I'll
tell Joe you're all right, and we can have a good lark together, as your
mamma is going on a visit somewhere this afternoon directly after
dinner."
This was a chance for me. I had long wanted to get intimate with master
Joe, who was a fine, plump, good-looking, ruddy-faced boy of seventeen,
but he had always seemed so distant and shy, even to me his mistress's
son; in fact it now seemed another instance of how "still waters run
deep," as I thought how curious it was that he should be so free with
Sarah.
As soon as my unsuspecting parent had started on her way, Sarah and I
went to the cowhouse, where Joe met us with a smile of pleasure as we
entered.
"Now, Joe," she said on entering, "let's get the work done as quickly as
possible, and milk them all but Cowslip. Then you shall let Master Jack
see how you milk her into me."
I had not long to wait, for there were only seven cows in all, and
presently the long stool was placed under Cowslip, and Sarah stretched
herself upon it, so as to bring her cunt just under the udder of the
good-tempered creature, who seemed quite used to the trick, putting her
nose to Sarah's face with quite an affectionate kind of kiss.
Joe quickly turned up her skirts till he quite exposed her belly up to
the navel, then taking one of the cow's teats, he handled it a little,
but not with a milking motion--it seemed to harden at once like a
natural prick--and then inserting it into Sarah's cunt, he began the
milking.
Her eyes seemed at once to sparkle with quite an unusual kind of
brilliancy, as she exclaimed, "Go on, go on quick; it's beautiful!"
heaving up her rump as if a man was fucking her, whilst it was most
exciting to see the white milk spurting from her cunt at every fresh
injection, running down the crack of her bottom and thighs, or hanging
in pearly dewdrops about the silky brown moss which adorned her lovely
mount.
My prick had been standing all the while I had been there, but this
sight filled me with the most lustful desires, and I could also see by
the protuberance of Joe's breeches that he also was in the same state,
as his eyes were intently watching the operation of his hand, the
twitching of her cunt, and every motion of lascivious girl.
I fairly shook with emotion, but with trembling hands I began to undo
his breeches, and pulled them down to his knees.
Heavens! what a lovely prick stood before my starting eyes!
I nervously grasped it in my hand, and kneeling down printed hot and
luscious kisses on its fiery head as I pulled back the foreskin. I
could eat such a delicious morsel, and longed to swallow every drop of
the pearly juice I knew my caresses would soon cause to spurt from his
lovely cock. I took it fairly in my mouth, sucking quite ravenously, and
rolling my tongue around it in the most wanton manner, whilst my hands
were busy caressing a splendid pair of balls, contained in a tightly
drawn up round purse, richly ornamented with almost black hair, which
hung below the root of his white and bursting shaft.
Almost with a scream, he spent at once, as he shouted in extasy, "I'm
coming; oh! oh!! oh-!!! you darling Jack," shoving his prick so fiercely
into my mouth as almost to choke me as the hot juice spurted down my
throat, to my infinite delight.
Presently he recovered a little, and changing the teats, went on
milking into the delighted Sarah's cunt. She afterwards told me that the
sight of Joe fucking me in my mouth seemed to double her pleasure.
Rising from my knees, I now let down my own trousers, and presented my
own glowing prick to Joe's arsehole behind (for I was quite as tall as
he was). He stooped a little so as to thrust out his bottom and
facilitate my attack, so wetting my fingers in a pail of milk, I applied
them to his fundament, moistening the head of my prick at the same time.
He was evidently a maiden behind, and I had great difficulty in getting
well in, but I had my arms round him, frigging his fine prick in front,
and both were so excited that although I made him wince, as well as
hurting myself, at last it was done.
"Ah! it's feeling nice now; push on, Master Jack. Fuck me well, frig
away; I'm coming again. Oh! oh! I can't stop; do spend in me!" he cried.
Believe me, I did spend. I never had had such an emission before. It
seemed to keep throbbing and shooting for ever so long and my prick grew
both in size and length that day. It had never seemed so big and
inflamed in any previous encounter with boys or Sally.
Whenever my mother was away we repeated these amusements, and I often
also found chances of having Joe's tight arsehole on the sly, and he
also obliged me the same way, but we never told Sarah for fear she
should prove jealous. In fact now and then she expressed her suspicions
of my love for Joe, as naturally it made me slightly remiss in my
attentions to herself.
Soon after reaching the age of sixteen my mother succeeded in getting me
placed at Messrs. Cygnet and Ego's, a large West End linendrapery house,
which had a most aristocratic connection.
Here morals were very strictly looked after, and it was quite impossible
for the youths to indulge in any sensual amusements in the dormitories.
In a few weeks my prick became so awfully troublesome for want of
employment that I often had to retire to the closet to frig myself on
the sly. The sight of the many handsome girls and young fellows had a
perfectly maddening effect upon me, especially as they were all
forbidden fruit, and I verily believe I should have ventured to risk it
with some one, if chance had not favoured me with an adventure which
afforded the necessary relief.
Early one afternoon, as I was busy behind the counter, I heard some one
speaking to our principal shopwalker.
"Send a good variety of patterns, Mr. Gooser, let him bring them about
four o'clock; my sister will then be at liberty to look them over."
Something seemed to strike me that I was indicated; so looking up I saw
a very handsome young lady with an equally handsome man of about thirty,
who was evidently her brother, speaking to the shopwalker.
"Certainly, my lord; he shall wait upon her ladyship without fail," I
heard him say as he bowed them out of the shop.
Directly they were gone I received orders to go to Churton House,
Piccadilly, the mansion of the Marquis of Churton, with quite a cab-load
of rolls of silk for selection by the lovely lady, who I now found to be
the Hon. Lady Diana Furbelow, his sister.
The portly flunkeys who ushered me up to her ladyship's boudoir were
most obsequious in their attentions to me, and carried all my parcels up
as well. In fact I was quite at a loss to account for such respect being
shown to one who I knew in their hearts they merely regarded as a young
counter-jumper.
"What is your name, sir?" said her ladyship, looking up from a book
which she was reading as she reclined on an ottoman in a kind of loose
dressing-gown, having evidently discarded her dress after her morning
drive.
"Mr. Saul, at your ladyship's service, with a lot of silks for selection
from Cygnet and Ego's. Will your ladyship be pleased to have them
brought up?"
"Bring them up, James, and tell William I want some wine and biscuits,
as I may keep this gentleman some time making the selection. When there
are so many beautiful patterns it is so difficult to make up one's mind.
Pray be seated, sir, for I'm sure they keep you on your legs long enough
in those nigger-driving shops."
There was an indefinable something, besides the kindness of her manners,
which at once put me at my ease with this beautiful lady, and my prick
was so mannerless as to stand at once under the influence of her soft,
loving eyes, eyes of an etherean blue, set under a lovely pair of dark
eyebrows and ornamented with a fringe of dark lashes, through which she
seemed to look at you.
There was just a slight perceptible flush on her pale cheeks, and to add
to the charm of her exceeding beauty, she had a splendid chevelure of
really golden hair, small pearly teeth, and cherry lips, which almost
made me beside myself to contemplate.
"Help yourself to a glass of wine, Mr. Saul," she said. "You must need
it; besides, I am so difficult to please, you will have no easy time of
it in unrolling and rolling up again all those silks you have brought.
No ceremony; help yourself."
"What; not pledge me?" she said, with an arch smile. "Pour me out a
glass if you please, and hand the biscuits."
The blood rushed to my face, as I stammered out my excuse that I feared
to take such a liberty.
"You will very likely have to come here pretty often, so pray make
yourself quite at home. Here, I wish you every success in your business.
Now, sir, drink, to me!" she said, raising the glass to her lips.
I did the same, wishing her ladyship every future happiness.
She pressed me to take a second glass, and then I proceeded to open out
the rolls of silk for her inspection, and at the same time I felt a most
extraordinary glow pervade my whole system, as if the wine had
contained some very potent stimulant.
She seemed quite absorbed in the business of selection. Her pretty hands
every now and then seemed to touch me quite inadvertently; yet there was
quite a magnetic influence in them--such a thrill would shoot through my
frame at the slightest contact.
Very few minutes had elapsed ere she appeared to become suddenly very
faint, and sank back on the ottoman.
"Oh, sprinkle my temple with water, Mr. Saul. Don't call for assistance;
it will soon pass off,"--as she saw me about to ring the bell. "Oh! oh!
this dreadful cramp in my leg; it always comes when I feel faint. Do rub
the right calf; chafe it as hard as you can," she cried out, in apparent
great pain.
I sank on my knees by the side of the ottoman, and taking up her tiny
right foot (I had never seen one so small before), chafed the calf as
hard as I could.
I cannot describe how I felt at that moment, as my hands played over the
smooth pink silk stocking which encased that delicate, but
beautifully-moulded leg.
Looking up in her face, her head had sunk back on a cushion; the eyes
were closed, but quite an expression of pain pervaded the lovely
features.
She was insensible; what a chance! How could I resist pushing aside the
slight coverings which so lightly veiled the seat of love. Heavens! she
had no drawers on!
My hand stole up her lovely thigh, and was about to touch the spot
itself, which I could see nestled in a little grove of auburn curls,
between her closely-compressed thighs, when she seemed to awake with a
sigh and a start.
"My God, what have you seen, Mr. Saul?" she said, drawing herself up and
wrapping the dressing-gown closely round her.
My blood was in a boil, as I threw myself upon her, saying, in a deep
husky kind of whisper, "My lovely lady, you have indeed permitted me to
see too much of your charms to resist their ravishing influence. I must,
I will have you, if I die for it!"
One of my legs was between hers, and I struggled to open them still
more. She seemed to resist me with all her strength; we panted; we
struggled; slowly but surely my superior strength seemed to prevail, the
fiery head of my prick almost touched the lips of that delicious quim. I
pressed my mouth to those pouting cherry lips of hers; I inhaled and
sucked in luscious draughts of her fragrant breath.
Ah, ha, ha, she yields; her rigid limbs relax. I gain ground; the head
of my prick enters between the throbbing lips of that heavenly cunt. I
shove; I push on; it is in to the roots. Ye gods! what a paradise to
enter; it seems like taking heaven by storm. The crisis seizes me, and a
perfect torrent of my long-pent-up sperm floods the very bottom of her
womb, and we both almost faint from excess of pleasure, and as I lay
supine upon her I had the ineffable enjoyment of feeling the soft
hugging pressure of those ivory arms, which now clasped me to her bosom,
whilst her lips repaid my previous attention by a profusion of loving,
billing kisses.
A chuckling laugh behind me recalled me to my senses, and turning round
to see what it could be, to my horror I beheld the marquis himself
standing frigging a very nice fine prick of his own, and evidently
enjoying the sight of our conjunction.
"There's a lewd little bitch for you!" he exclaimed. "To think of my
sister, the aristocratic Lady Diana, having a linendraper's assistant;
but I'll punish you. You shall commit incest with me, your brother, and
you, Mister Counter-jumper, shall look on."
His sudden appearance had in a moment reduced my cock to its normal
state of limpness, and I withdrew quite abashed from the delicious cunt
I had spent in.
"Slap my arse; bugger me; shove your prick into me as I fuck her, and
you shall be well paid!" he almost shouted, throwing himself on his
sister, and beginning to fuck fast and furiously.
"My pet, my love, my own Diana, no one shall ever marry you, you
darling, although I must first be excited by seeing some beautiful boy
have you. And you, sir, make haste to help me behind; it's the only way
I can really enjoy my sister!"
Prick was ready again in less time than I can write it; the sight of a
brother fucking his sister so excited me that I began to slap his bottom
with my open palm as hard as I could with one hand, whilst the other was
busy feeling his balls and handling the shaft of his fine stiff penis as
it worked in and out of that lovely cunt.
"Fuck me! bugger me! or I can't spend!" he exclaimed, so nothing loth, I
lubricated his fine hairy and wrinkled arsehole with spittle, and
bringing the head of my cock to the tight-looking orifice I speedily
effected an entrance.