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
"'Then, darling, give me all the pleasure you are capable of with it,'
she said, smiling and heaving up her buttocks at the same time as a
challenge for me to go on.
"My God! what a fuck we had! She kept me in position till I had come
four times. You would think my prick would have wrinkled up from
exhaustion, instead of which I was so unnaturally excited that it
swelled bigger than ever, and, although I did not spend again, we kept
on ding-dong till I had fairly used her up and she had to beg I would
let her go, as she had no more strength.
"How many times I made her spend it would be impossible to say.
"You won't be surprised to hear that that dress did not easily fit. She
came so many times to try it on, and fucked me so dry, that at last I
had fairly to run away from Richmond, and she will be very lucky if she
does not get a big belly."
"Have you had many adventures of that kind?" I asked.
"Yes; plenty of them. I can tell you a lot of amusing adventures; but
now, Eveline, Selina and I want a bit of fun with you, all alone by
ourselves. It will be real love; not the mercenary, paid love we give
our customers. I have got quite fond of you, and Selina won't be
jealous. She will assist to make me happy; won't you, my darling?"
He rose from the breakfast-table, and opening the piano, ran his fingers
over the keys; then motioning me to come to him, gave me a luscious
kiss. "You darling Eveline, I'm sure your prick stands," he said,
groping under my dress and finding it was as he said. "Now I will play
you a nice piece, only I have a fancy to have you in me, and you must
both fuck and frig me as I play to you," he said, as he made me sit on
the music-stool, then raised my dress, and turning his bottom to me,
lifted his own clothes and gradually sat down in my lap; as my stiff
prick went up his bottom, my hands went round his waist, and I clasped
that glorious cock of his, and he began to play and sing "Don't you
remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?" from a parody in the _Pearl Magazine_,
which he had set to music.
It had such an exciting effect on me that I shot my sperm at once, and I
felt him spend all over my hands at the same time.
"Now, wasn't that nice, dear Eveline? Do you love your Laura a little
bit?" he said, stopping and twisting his head round to give me a long
sucking kiss on my mouth.
We kept our places, and he played several more pieces before we came
again; then we adjourned to the bedroom, and he rang for the breakfast
things to be cleared away.
The door was at once bolted, and then Laura asked me if I had ever been
birched.
"Oh, yes," I replied; "and it's delicious when properly applied."
"Well then, Selina has not had any fun yet, and I don't think you will
be any too ready to oblige her, so we intend to tie you up to the
bedstead and see how soon the twigs will reinvigorate you, my darling.
You know you were naughty and rude to me while I sat on your lap just
now, so you must be punished for it at once."
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