Sins of the Cities of the Plain (8 page)

     “When I could see by the sparkle of his eyes that the cordial had considerably warmed his blood, I asked him to step into the bedroom to try on the dress.

     “Reluctantly, he was going to fit it on, and was about to turn away as I removed my morning costume, when I exclaimed: ‘Oh, not for a minute or two. I feel rather faint, my dear Mr. Bruce. I must sit still a little. Do you mind giving me a drop of that cordial?’ as I indicated a little liqueur case on the table. ‘It will put me right at once. I often come over like that. Thank you. Now pray take a little yourself. It will do you good, and is so nice.’

     “He followed my example, and seemed evidently to like the flavour of it.

     “’Sit down, dear, by my side. There is no hurry about that troublesome costume.’

     “Then as he sat down I gave him such a luscious kiss on his mouth, saying: ‘You look so pretty; do excuse me, if you won’t kiss me in return. I do so love to be kissed by nice people; not ladies, of course, but I am so fond of gentlemen if they will let me love them. Do kiss me, darling!’ and I drew his face again towards mine and looked into those lovely deep blue eyes.

     “He threw his arms ‘round my neck as he blushed up to his temples, and said in a soft voice: ‘How can I help it? You are so loving!’

     “Then our lips joined in such a long-drawn kiss that I quite felt him heave with emotion. ‘Do I excite you, darling, by such kissing?’ I asked, and taking advantage of his confusion, I soon had one hand opening his pants. I slipped my trembling fingers into the thatch of his love. He scarcely resisted my advances at all.

     “’You love, I must kiss it. For God’s sake let me. I am so in love with you!’ I said, slipping down on my knees in front of him, and before he could help himself my head was buried in his trousers. My tongue caressed his cock, as my hands forced his yielding thighs apart. It was too much for him. The cordial had so warmed his blood he could hardly tell what he anted; besides, I was a lady, and not a man, there could be no harm in that, as he afterwards told me.

     “How I did gamahuche him as he fell back on the sofa and let me have my way. He wriggled, heaved and sighed.

     “I could hear him gasp out: “You darling; you love! How nice; how delicious!’

     “Then his spendings came in thick creamy jets, and I sucked it all up, and delighted him so by the titillations of my tongue that he soon came again.

     “After a little I got up and sat by his side.

     “’And you, love won’t you allow me a kiss and return you the exquisite pleasure you have just afforded me?’ he asked, as he kissed me excitedly.

     “I pretended to resist his attempts to get at my cunny, and at last blushingly told him that I was one of the unfortunate beings (which perhaps he had heard of) who had a malformation, something like the male instrument—in fact, it was capable of stiffening, and always did so under excitement, exactly as a man’s would do.

     “’But, darling,’ I added, ‘It is quite harmless, and can do no mischief like the real male affair. Now you, I know, will be too disgusted to want to kiss me, although I am dying for you to afford me that pleasure.’

     “This avowal seemed to excite him still more, and he assured me that he had often heard of hermaphrodites, and that they could have a man as well as a woman. And now, darling, I am more anxious than ever to see and caress the jewel you must have. I must confess I have often wanted to feel what a man is like, and you can oblige me without any risk if you will. Will you, my darling?”

     “He had got to the object of his desires by the time he ceased speaking, and at once commenced to kiss and caress it; the idea that perhaps I might be a real man never seemed to occur to his mind.

     “’Oh, do have me, Miss Murray. I should so like you to ravish me; my blood is on fire; I’m not in my right senses; the sight of such a darling fills me with such a longing that I can’t restrain myself. If you don’t do it for me, you shall never love my little fanny again!’

     “He had it in his mouth directly and sucked it so lusciously that I felt I should spend in his mouth if I did not have him properly at once. So I jumped up and asked him to lie on his back on the sofa, remove his trousers and open his legs well.

     “He did so at once, and quickly turning up my dress, we were soon belly to belly; his hand kept hold of my prick and directed it to the mouth of his mancunt himself.

     “My heavens! He was a virgin, and so tight! but I clasped him ‘round the waist, and pushed furiously; so much so that he fairly screamed with the pain and tried to shove me away; but the crisis came. I shot a warm flood of sperm into his tight sheath, which, besides easing it a little, so excited the dear man that he heaved up his bottom to meet me, and as I happened to push hard at the same moment, my John Thomas fairly crashed through all the defences his tortured arsehole, leaving nothing but a bloody wreck behind, as I went in up to the hilt.

     “He did not scream, but giving one long, deep-drawn sigh, fairly swooned away under me.

     “I did not withdraw, but lay as lightly as possible on him, making my prick throb in the tight-fitting sheath which imprisoned it so deliriously. I could feel the muscles of his mancunt contract on my shaft of love with a most delightful spasmodic twitching, such as I had never enjoyed before, and in about five minutes he opened his eyes and, with a smile, whispered: ‘Oh, dearest, what a dream! I dreamt I was smashed to atoms; then my soul soared away to heaven, and I have been in Paradise, tasting such exquisite sweets, such thrills of love, and now I wake up to find it is you, darling, and that dear thing of yours that gives me such pleasure. How I feel it deliciously filling every part of my bowels! But you are not a man, are you, darling? You can’t do me any harm, can’t you? Do tell me that, love, and I shall be happy; otherwise I should tear myself from your arms and flee screaming from this place!’

     “How beautiful he looked! Such a lovely flush of excitement on his pretty face! how could I undeceive him, so I glued my lips to his, as I murmured: No, darling: I’m not a man. I can’t hurt my love!’

     Then, darling, give me all the pleasure you are capable of with it,’ he said, smiling and heaving up his buttocks at the same time as challenge for me to go on.

     “My God! What a fuck we had! He 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 him up and he had to beg I would let him go, as he had no more strength.

     “How many times I made him spend it would be impossible to say.

     “You won’t be surprised to hear that that dress did not easily fit. He came so many times to try it on, and fucked me so dry, that at last I had fairly to run away from Richmond myself.”

CHAPTER VIII. Breakfast with “Laura” and “Selina”

     “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, and raised my dress. Turning his bottom to me, he 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 the 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 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.

     It was useless for me to remonstrate against being tied up, as they were too strong for me, and I was soon secured by both wrists to the foot of the bed; then my skirts were pinned up and my drawers opened and let down to my knees.

     “Ha, we have her now, the rude little slut!” exclaimed Laura. “Let me just pick out a proper little swishtail, and I’ll take all that out of her naughty, impudent bum!”

     I had never had a very severe birching, and rather dreaded they were going to be too hard on me. My poor prick had fairly shrunk up into his skin.

     “Just look at that shriveled-up thing, Selina. Did you ever see such a useless looking bit in your life? Stand clear and let me apply the reviver!”

     Laura had got a long, thin bunch of birch, consisting of only three or four twigs, elegantly tied up with ribbons. Swish!—I heard it cut through the air, and if I had not been tied as I was I should fairly have jumped, such a stinging cut did I get.

     “Ah! oh!! oh!!! Good God! not so hard, or you’ll draw the blood!” I almost screamed out, as I winced under the pain.

     “Ha! that was a beautifully practical illustration of how the birch should be applied. But perhaps you will like that better—and that—and that—?”

     Three stinging cuts followed in rapid succession, and almost took my breath away.

     It was no use calling out, so I fairly bit my lips to repress any cry of pain. It was not so much the weight of the blows but their smart, stinging severity. It soon made my bum all of a glow, and I began to experience a decided feeling of pleasure, my prick standing as hard as possible once more.

     “Hold; hold; don’t draw the blood, Laura dear!” cried Selina. “You’ve raised him finely. Now let me enjoy my turn; I long for him in my bottom at once. I can’t wait while you play with him any longer; but you can touch him up when he is in me, to keep him to his work.”

     He was untying my wrists as he said this, and in less time than it takes to tell I was into his bottom and Laura’s prick was in mine.

     Never shall I forget the excess of lubricity of this triune fuck; we seemed all so excited; we fairly spent again and again, ‘till nature was so exhausted that we lay in a confused heap on the bed, as our pricks soaked in each other’s well-lubricated bum-holes.

     At last we thought we had had enough for one day and a night, so after taking a most loving farewell and promising to visit then often, I had a cab called and drove to my lodgings, where I can assure you I stopped two days to thoroughly rest and recruit my strength before venturing upon any further use of either bottom or prick.

CHAPTER IX. Mr. Homer and His New Valet

     Soon after this introduction to Boulton and Park, I had a funny adventure in the Temple. A note came from a barrister—in fact, a leading Queen’s Counsel—to say that Mr. Inslip had mentioned my name to him as likely to oblige him in a certain way, and would I be so good as to give him a call at his chambers at 4:30 p.m. next day.

     Insert Of course I went, and was shown into the private room of Mr. Horner, who I found had a young and clean shaven man of about twenty-five with him.

     He at once dismissed his clerk, with the observation “that she should not want him again to-day,” and then, as soon as the door was closed, turned to me and said:

     “Mr. Saul, I am much obliged that you answered my note so promptly. It is not that I require your services myself, but this gentleman here wants a good fucking.”

     “Awful! The man’s mad! Pray let me out!” almost screamed the wide-eyed young gentleman in afright, as he made a rush to the door.

     “Stop him! Don’t be a fool, man!” shouted Mr. Horner. “Didn’t you come here to be fucked?— now just answer that question—yes or no—as we say in court. Tell Mr. Saul the truth.”

     The gentleman, lean, handsome and fair covered his mouth in embarrassment, his face blushing a bright red, and began to sob.

     “Well I never; there’s no understanding these men at all. No wonder I never got hold of one for more than an evening’s dalliance,” exclaimed the Q.C. “would you believe it? He came here to be fucked; I tell you the plain truth. I wanted a nice manservant, a free-and-easy one, that would humour me in anything I might fancy, and Mr. Wilson here answered my advertisement. We were some time beating about the bush, ‘till at last I plainly told him he would have to stand fucking, and must come to my chambers one afternoon on trial. He should have fifty pounds if I did not engage him, and two hundred a-year as manservant of this humble house-hold if he pleased me. My God, I sent for you to fuck him. I didn’t mean to do it myself; the fact is that I require a very peculiar kind of excitement before I can get a cockstand. Now, Mr. Wilson, you understand this is a nice young fellow, far nicer than myself, and I’m damn’d if I don’t see him fuck you! We’ll have a glass of fizz first, and then to business.”

     We had the champagne, then opening a door into another room I saw a bed. He gave me a sign, and I moved over to help him start at stripping the frightened Mr. Wilson.