The Sins of the Cities of the Plain

by Jack Saul

  "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 exquisi
te 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.