The Sins of the Cities of the Plain; or, The Recollections of a Mary-Ann: with Short Essays on Sodomy and TribadismSaul, Jack
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The Sins of the Cities of the Plain; or, The Recollections of a Mary-Ann: with Short Essays on Sodomy and Tribadism
Saul, Jack
Gay men -- England -- Fiction
"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?"
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