Sins of the Cities of the Plain (5 page)

     I was granted precious little time to rest, however, as I was quickly tossed from atop this giant, and made to lay flat on my back in preparation for the entry of his massive member.

     Dizzy and half-faint, I focused my sight upon Klaus’s tremendous appendage, and for the first time since stumbling by his door that afternoon, became somewhat afraid:

     “Mr. Klaus, sir! it is so big; I might be cleft in twain!” I cried.

     “Do not be such a fool, young Master Jack,” chided Klaus. “It is clear, even by this dim light that your tales are true, and that you are no virgin. Be a brave sir and don’t distract a man when he is about to enter such a sweet consummation.”

     “Oh! oh! it hurts though,” I sighed, as he pushed on, and gradually progressed little by little. Still it was very evidently anything but a painless operation, to judge from my sighs and suppressed murmurs. At last, however, he was chock-a-block, as the sailors say, and he gave me a kiss of satisfaction at having achieved our purpose.

     “Now lay back and enjoy it, Jack. It feels so nice, and excites me so.”

     This would be advice well-taken, and I threw my legs ‘round his huge flanks, the better to accommodate such a great invasion, and heaved up my arse to every stroke of his living piston.

     My tight and deliriously warm and throbbing sheath certainly seemed to delight his great prick—I cannot describe how I felt; but he swelled up so immensely, I thought he might stab my heart, or explode through my belly. When it was ready to burst, he took such intense pleasure in the act of emission, I thought I might be crushed. My very soul seemed to melt into his vitals under these blissful sensations.

     “How beautifully hot; how I feel it shoot up into me! Ah, this beats everything I ever felt before!” I sighed, kissing and hugging him in rapturous ecstasy.

     “No, my love,” he laughed. “You never felt it before when a grown and elder man puts it in your bottom. I’m so pleased that you like our way, as I also like this little hole best.”

     He made a repeat of 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.

     By the pre-dawn light, after rousing and making ready to slip from Klaus’s room and back into my own, the older man called my name in a strange and ominous voice. I stopped, feeling ever so slightly a chill running down my back, and I turned to face him as he rose from the bedclothes.

     “Master Jack,” he hoarsely whispered a second time; “You and I; we have engaged in one of the sins of the cities of the plains. Do you regret this? Have you any shame?”

     I can recall that the blue light which beamed in from the half-shuttered window made big Klaus appear like Father Christmas, all wide-eyed and wizened, his brow furrowed, his eyes sparkling with intensity. And I thought and pondered for a moment at his unusually dark and foreboding query:

     “No, Mr. Klaus, I think not,” I replied. “I have no regret and no shame to-day, for this is one sin for which no man should be set to flame, and no woman be turned to salt.”

     After this first night we always slept together, but I would not always let him fuck me, as I told him too much of it might injure my health.

     One morning he confided to me the secret that he often got a pleasant surprise in the cattle shed from our stableboy Joe, who assisted him 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 stomach over the stool, and he puts one of the cow’s tits right into my mouth and milks it down my throat, even as he grants me a glorious fuck. It’s beautiful, it’s delicious, beats everything; no man has it all so good. It makes me so big and hard when I feel that warm milk rush down my throat, and feel Joe’s member churning within my bum. You shall see it, young Jack, this very afternoon. I shall tell Joe you’re all right, and we can have a good go together, as your mother 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 Klaus.

     As soon as my unsuspecting parent had started on her way, Klaus and I went to the cattle shed, where Joe met us with a smile of pleasure as we entered.

     “Now, Joe,” said Klaus 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 Klaus stretched himself upon it, so as to bring his mouth just under the udder of the good-tempered creature, who seemed quite used to the trick, putting her nose to Klaus’s face with quite an affectionate kind of kiss.

     Joe quickly pulled down the great man’s trousers, ‘till he quite exposed his immense and hair-covered rump. 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 Klaus’s mouth, he began the milking, even as he pulled his own pego from his trousers and started to frig himself to a cockstand.

     Klaus’s eyes seemed at once to sparkle with quite an unusual kind of brilliancy, as he exclaimed, “Go on, go on quick; it’s quite tasty!” heaving up his bum for Joe to fuck him. Whilst it was most exciting to see the white milk spurting from his lips at every fresh injection, running down his chin and into the depths of his beard, or hanging in pearly dewdrops about the brown mass of curls at his chest, it was even more of a thrill to watch Joe pierce him with his crimson engorged member.

     My own 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 flush of Joe’s chubby cheeks that he also was enjoying this most unusual state of affairs. So focused was he on both the operation of his hand, and the pumping motion of his thighs; he seemed hypnotized by the sucking sounds Klaus made as he imbibed that warm, creamy beverage, and fairly grunted with each lascivious thrust.

     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 fat bum floated to and fro before my starting eyes!

     I nervously took it in my hands, and kneeling down printed hot and luscious kisses across its blushing expanse. Joe turned about suddenly, just then, startled as if out of a trance. Klaus grunted, then grinned and nodded with approval, assuaging young Joe’s fears, even as I pulled back the foreskin of his throbbing cock.

     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 ecstasy, “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 Klaus’s mouth. He afterwards told me that the sight of Joe fucking me in my mouth seemed to double his 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 stopped 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 had never fired 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 the boys at school or even with Klaus himself.

     Whenever my mother was away we repeated these amusements, and I often also found chances of having Joe’s tight arsehole on sly, and he also obliged me the same way. But we never told Klaus for fear he should prove jealous. In fact now and then he expressed his suspicions of my love for Joe, as naturally it made me slightly remiss in my attentions to himself.

CHAPTER V. The Marquis of Churton

     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 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 someone speaking to our principal shopwalker.

     “Send a good variety of patterns, Mr. Gooser, let him bring them about four o’clock; my brother 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 man with an equally handsome gentleman of about thirty, who was evidently his brother, speaking to the shopwalker.

     “Certainly, my lord; he shall wait upon his lordship without fail,” I heard him say as he bowed them out of the shop.

     Directly after 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 a distinguished young lord, who I now found to be called Sir Dennis Furbelow, his friend.

     The portly flunkies who ushered me up to his lordship’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 heart they merely regarded as a young counter-jumper.

     “What is your name, sir?” said his lordship, looking up from a book which he was reading as he reclined on an ottoman in a kind of loose dressing-gown, having evidently discarded his suit after his morning drive.

     “Mr. Saul, at your lordship’s service, with a lot of silks for selection from Cygnet and Ego’s. Will your lordship 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 that slave-driving shop.”

     There was an indefinable something, besides the kindness of his manners, which at once put me at my ease with this beautiful and delicate lord, and my prick was so mannerless as to stand at once under the influence of his soft, loving eyes, eyes of an ethereal blue, set under a lovely pair of dark eyebrows and ornamented with a fringe of dark lashes, through which he gazed at me.

     There was just a slight perceptible flush on his pale cheeks, and to add to the charm of his exceeding beauty, he 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,” he 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?” he 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 make 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!” he said, raising the glass to his lips.

     I did the same, wishing his lordship every future happiness.

     He pressed me to take a second glass, and then I proceeded to open out the rolls of silk for his inspection, and at the same time I felt a most extraordinary flow pervade my whole system, as if the wine had contained some very potent stimulant.

     He seemed quite absorbed in the business of selection. His 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 before he 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,” he said, as he 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,” he cried out, in apparent great pain.

     I sank on my knees by the side of the ottoman, and taking up his small right foot, chafed the calf as hard as I could.