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If Great Authors Wrote Porn #01

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IF GREAT AUTHORS WROTE PORN. #1 Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers

The last ray of light which faintly illumines the gloom, and then disappears into that hidden obscurity and darkness in which the earlier history of the customary nocturnal activities of the immortal Pickwick would appear to be involved, is derived from the perusal of the following entry in the Transactions of the Pickwick Club.

'May 12, 1827. Joseph Smiggers, Esq., P.V.P.M.P.C. [Perpetual Vice-President--Member Pickwick Club], presiding. The following resolution unanimously agreed to:-- 

'That this Association has heard read, with feelings of unmingled arousal, and unqualified approval, the paper communicated by Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C. [General Chairman--Member Pickwick Club], entitled "Speculations on the Beauty of the Female Flowers, with some Observations on the Theory of Erection of Titties" and that this Association does hereby return its warmest thanks to the said Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., for the same.' 

'A casual observer, [adds the secretary] 'might possibly have remarked nothing extraordinary in the bald head, and circular spectacles, which were intently turned towards his (the secretary's) face, during the reading of the above resolutions: to those who knew that the gigantic brain of Pickwick was working beneath that forehead, and that the beaming eyes of Pickwick were twinkling behind those glasses, and that the magnificent member of Pickwick was twitching beneath those trousers, the sight was indeed an interesting one. There sat the man who had traced to their source the nether flowers of dainty womanhood, and agitated the scientific world with his Theory of Erection of Titties, as calm and unmoved as the sealed lips of the one when not in the presence of manhood, or as the soft nipples of the other when carefully concealed under multitudinous layers of delicate camisoles. That illustrious man slowly mounted into the Windsor chair, on which he had been previously seated, and addressed the club himself had founded. The eloquent Pickwick, with one hand gracefully concealing his crotch, and the other waving in air to assist his glowing declamation; his elevated position revealing fawn colored tights and green gaiters; inspired involuntary awe and respect.

Mr. Pickwick's oration upon this occasion, together with the debate thereon, is entered on the Transactions of the Club. 

'Mr. Pickwick observed (says the secretary) that fame was dear to the heart of every man. He (Mr. Pickwick) would not deny that he, like all other men, was influenced by warmest human passions and human feelings regarding the delicate subjects of his research (cheers) but this he would say, that if ever the fire of self-importance broke out in his ... ahem ... bosom, the desire to benefit the human race in preference effectually quenched it, and all his heat of emotion was directed toward the information and enlightenment of his fellows. He therefore proposed to continue his scientific research into the topics heretofore mentioned in his humble paper, and to attempt to extend and enrich the fields of scientific knowledge with further investigations of the interesting and delightful subjects thereof.

[The secretary further reports] 'May 12, 1827. Joseph Smiggers, Esq., P.V.P.M.P.C. [Perpetual Vice-President--Member Pickwick Club], presiding. The following resolution unanimously agreed to:-- 

'That while this Association is deeply sensible of the advantages which must accrue to the cause of science, from the unwearied researches of Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., in many well known low establishments of this City--they cannot but entertain a lively sense of the inestimable benefits which must inevitably result from carrying the speculations of that learned man into a wider field, enlarging his sphere of observation, to the advancement of knowledge, the arousal of his ... ahem, intelligence, and the diffusion of learning. 

'That this Association cordially recognizes the principle of every member of the Pickwick Club defraying his own traveling expenses and the expenses appertaining to obtaining the society of the subjects of his research; and that it sees no objection whatever to the Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C. of the said society pursuing his inquiries for any length of time he please, upon the same terms. 

'That Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C be requested to forward, from time to time, authenticated accounts of his journeys and investigations, of his observations of female flowers and nipples, together with all drawings to which the enjoyment of these, and similar portions of anatomy may give rise, to the Pickwick Club, stationed in London.'

Mr. Pickwick received this commission with humble gratitude, if not to say with considerable enthusiasm. Indeed there are some esteemed Members of the Pickwick Club, although desiring that their names not be made public at this time, who report that from certain manifestations arising under the trousers of the celebrated Mr. Pickwick, they felt that he was displaying a remarkable and commendable intention to begin with the utmost haste the investigations he had been commissioned to perform. The hour being late, the Pickwick Club then adjourned, and the members retired to the public house, or took their leave, as their desires led them.

Mr. Pickwick, himself, displayed a great anxiety to perform those important duties and researches with which he had been so lately entrusted. He emerged into the street and hailed a hackney cab. At Mr. Pickwick's signal, the cabman descended from the box. His red countenance might have indicated to an observer that he had been refreshing himself from the bottle which protruded from one pocket of the ragged greatcoat he wore, and the battered hat sitting on his head might have caused that same observer to believe that he was not unacquainted with altercations with his fellow cabmen. Mr. Pickwick, seeing in these signs that perhaps here, indeed, was a man of the world who could provide him with scientific references, spoke a few soft words in the cabman's ear. At those words, the rough fellow gave a hearty chuckle and responded, "Lor' love a duck, guv'nor. Many a 'ouse in Lunnon will take care of what you needs. But a gent loike yerself, yer don't want no common piece er fluff, now, does 'e? Now I can tyke yer to Madem-o-zell Marie's place, guv'nor, which are the perfect 'ouse for toffs loike you to dip yer wick safely." With that he gave Mr. Pickwick such a nudge with his elbow that the esteemed G.C.M.P.C. was almost precipitated into the mud of the street.

Momentarily confused by being placed off balance, and hearing a portion of his name in the rough accents of the cabman, Mr. Pickwick hesitated. But then it came to his understanding that the cabman did not know him as "Pickwick," and he realized that in the colorful slang used by the under classes, "dip yer wick" must indeed refer to those investigations he had be commissioned to pursue. Therefore, he concluded with the driver for the sum of "three bob fer me, and thruppence for the 'oss, and thankee," to be driven to the establishment of Mlle. Marie.

Proceeding through the streets of London at a good pace, the cab soon turned into a narrow street, illumined by a feeble street light at either end, but in the center as dark as those nether recesses that the esteemed scientist intended to probe. In the middle of this street, however, Mr. Pickwick observed a private residence, in front of which stood a liveried footman holding a large candle. By some chemical contrivance, the flame at the tip of this phallic object blazed a brilliant red color. Here the cabman drew up, and Mr. Pickwick was assisted by the footman to alight. He tendered to the cabbie the requested "three bob, and thruppence for the 'oss," and added somewhat over. As he turned to examine the house, he heard a chink of coins and understood that the cabman had also been clandestinely rewarded by the footman for delivering a fare to the establishment. This revelation of the inner workings of an economic system operating, Mr. Pickwick was sure, outside the knowledge of the Crown's tax collectors, he made a mental note to add to his report on the subject of the City's trade in the rental for temporary usage of the objects of his scientific investigation.

The cab clattered off, according to Mr. Pickwick's estimation in the direction of the nearest source of a fresh bottle for the greatcoat pocket. Bowing, the footman inquired of Mr. Pickwick, "What name shall I announce, sir?" 

Mr. Pickwick was a bit taken aback at such a direct demand, but on a moment's thought realized that he had not been asked to present a card, but simply to adopt some nomenclature for the evening's purchases. Thinking rapidly, he recalled the cabman's remark, and confidently replied, "You may say that Mr. Dipwick is calling."

"Very good, Mr. Dipwick," said the functionary. Slowly and majestically they ascended the worn steps of the residence, whose drawn shades reflecting dim lights behind somehow seemed to wink at the greater world before it. The footman twisted the doorbell as if it had in some way offended him personally, and a chime was heard within. Shortly the door was opened, and the footman intoned, "Mr. Dipwick is calling."

Mr. Pickwick turned his scientific observance to the sight presented to his eyes. He beheld a young lady who appeared to have just passed into the age of her full womanhood. Her young face might have been deemed pretty if it were not encrusted with paint like a too long inhabited army barracks. A layer of rouge covered the dainty cheeks, a dark material which reminded the scientific observer of the kohl worn by Cleopatra in her glory was daubed on her eyelids, and carmine paste several thicknesses too deep adorned those pouty lips. This colourful sight indeed occupied Mr. Pickwick's eyes behind his circular spectacles for several breaths. Yet, no matter how amazing the effect produced by that adorned beauty, it could not long keep him from the more cogent objects of his investigation.

Scientifically noting the condition of the pretty face, the learned scientist allowed his gaze to drop lower. Passing down a white neck like that of a swan, he quickly realized that the lady's chest was covered only by a white gauzy material which in no way concealed that which it lay upon. Here, indeed, were the objects which Mr. Pickwick had come to observe and report upon. Being a dedicated and responsible individual, he proceeded to perform the duty laid upon him by The Pickwick Club, by rendering them a careful examination.

He saw that the gauzy shift was pressed up and out by two round white boobs, stunning in their perfection, and presenting to any eye which cared to observe them a deep and inviting valley between them, into which it would be delightful to sink one's cheeks. Each of them was surmounted, nay Mr. Pickwick truly felt was crowned, with a protruding nipple of the finest pink color, clearly in a state of erection as described in that well researched and well received paper so recently delivered.

As a good correspondent, charged by his peers with gathering the fullest information available to him, Mr. Pickwick considered it imperative that he make not only a visual examination of these confections, but also try his other senses as well. To this end he stretched forth his hands and gently took one of the nipples between each thumb and forefinger. A careful rolling motion assured him of the accuracy of his visual examination. The next thought which occupied Mr. Pickwick's great scientific curiosity was whether they tasted as good as they felt. He therefore, in the spirit of his assigned task, began to pull the gauze aside and prepared to apply his tongue as a scientific instrument for that purpose.

"Ah, but M'sieu, let us not be in too big ze hurry, n'est ce pas?" the lady inquired. "When one dances ze dance, one mus' pay ze piper, is it not said in this country? Have you in la poche some five guineas, mon brave?" As she said this, her hand seemed to have by some means approached to Mr. Pickwick's trouser crotch. Putting her other hand on his ample bum, she pushed it into her and gave a few interesting perambulations of her hips against him. Thus induced, Mr. Pickwick could clearly comprehend that the advancement of his passion for science justified this small expenditure. Opening his purse, he provided the required amount. The lady counted it over, and then dropped it into a tin box on the table nearby. The box sported a large padlock which might have led a lesser patron to suppose that the inhabitants of the house did not entirely place full faith and trust in each other.

"Ah I see zat M'sieu is a gentleman of quality. You will see zat ze five guineas entertainment is worth ze last farthing." At this, Mr. Pickwick was pleasantly received by the young lady raising her skirt high, pulling him close to her, and placing his delicate and refined hands squarely on her ass, which was thus revealed to be completely bare under the shift. At the same time she pulled his head down into the valley aforementioned, which proved to truly be a dell of enjoyment in its softness and yielding grace. Turning her chest, she brought one of those pink nipples to the scientific observer's lips, and that observer was thereby enabled to engage in some scientific experiments regarding the effectiveness of suction as opposed to rolling the tongue in producing the noted erection of the nipple which was rapidly becoming his recognized expertise.

It might well be believed that the state of engorgement of the nipple mentioned was calculated to produce a similar engorgement in certain instrumentalities belonging to the lower regions of Mr. Pickwick himself, and that belief would no more be misplaced than a belief that patrons of this establishment would be well advised to count their money before departing would so be. Indeed Mr. Pickwick was entertained by a notable throbbing in his cock and a feeling that it was forcefully straining against his trouser front. Pulling the mademoiselle against his crotch and rubbing back and forth caused her to give a little giggle.

"Ah, cher taureau, let us not be too hasty. Come wiz me to my chambre and we shall sport in more comfort," she breathed in his ear. Mr. Pickwick followed with alacrity, all the while keeping his well manicured hand on her bum and appreciating its twitching as she proceeded down the hallway. Opening a white door, she led him into a chamber of great nicety. A white nightstand held a pitcher and basin of white porcelain, looking in their situation as if they wished to be considered doves in the sky for innocence. Standing by these practical articles was a delightful little statue, representing that precocious godling called Cupid with his little bow and arrow. His eyes seemed to twinkle, and his mouth to curve slightly in a grin, which might lead one to believe that this statue had beheld many things of delight in this room he oversaw.

Beside this nightstand stood an elegant bedstead, draped with a coverlet of whitest cotton which appeared, from its resemblance to the clouds which float in the sky of a summer's day, to be stuffed with fine down. The French lady invited Mr. Pickwick to repose himself on the bed, supported by fine satin pillows. Then, giving him a glance which held much promise for the immediate future, she slowly began to remove her clothing, one article at a time. As has already been observed, her fine boobs were on display above the top of her shift, and the nipples standing up in readiness held Mr. Pickwick's scientific attention. She clasped the soft round orbs in her hands and squeezed gently, then shook them round and round. Giggling, she turned her back to the observer and, emulating the scandalous dancers of that renowned symbol of depravity the Can Can, she flipped the skirt up to show the fine white moons of her ample butt. On the nightstand, Cupid's twinkling eyes seemed to say that never had a moon so large, so round, so bright, been seen from the windows of this establishment, but here before him was the most magnificent representation of that celestial body that had ever been observed.

Bending forward with great flexibility, she presented to Mr. Pickwick's attentive gaze that flower which is the center of feminine beauty. No anemone growing in the fairest meadow, no daisy turning its eye to the sun, no orchid carefully cultivated in a hot house, showed such a tender arrangement of its petals, such a succulent center, nor presented so fine and tasty an appearance when a single drop of the morning's pure dew dripped from it. Reaching between her white legs with one hand she carefully spread the lips wide so that the pinkness of the innermost depths gleamed beautifully in the nest of soft curly pubic hair surrounding it.

Dextrously, showing the talents acquired, no doubt, during many hours of practice and instruction by those who brought her up, and with a grace and suppleness that would have been the envy of a duchess, she flicked open the buttons on the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Thus she appeared in that becoming costume that all females have inherited from Mother Eve, and which mankind has unanimously agreed to be the counterpoint to the dressmaker's art and the refutation of the considerations of ever changing fashion. In short, she stood before Mr. Pickwick mother naked, from her fine tits and pointed nipples to the long legs leading up to the black nest of pubic hair over her dripping pussy. The little statue on the nightstand appeared to join Mr. Pickwick in appreciative perception of this presentation. His small grin could have been meant to say, "Even Venus rising from the sea was not so charming, so promising, so seductive as what we now see before us. Enjoy, and anticipate."

Seeing clearly that her customer was appreciative of her charms and prepared to proceed with the entertainment, she dropped to her knees and quickly undid the buttons of his fine trousers. The gentleman's large cock thus leapt to her grasp, and she lost no time in taking that member into her mouth, and beginning to display her mastery of the fine art of fellation. Leaning back upon the pillows, the gigantic mind of Mr. Pickwick and his tremendous devotion to the science he studied so assiduously could be well presumed to be occupied in making mental notes upon his observance of the feelings thus engendered in his dick. Certainly this idea might well have been supported by the twitching of his hips, and his firm pressure on the back of the girl's head which resulted in thrusting his shaft deeper and deeper into her throat.

She proceeded to pull his trousers, and his underdrawers of silk, down and entirely off his body. Then she released his dick from her mouth and drew her body across his throbbing crotch, allowing his large member to rest between her round tits, as her nimble fingers unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt. Continuing to rise, her soft belly pressed his cock as she pulled his head forward so that her boobs presented their nipples to his mouth. The little Cupid, standing on the nightstand, was aiming his bow in the direction of the two naked bodies before him prepared to discharge his arrow with precision.

The picture that must have been thus presented to Cupid's sight, as he was looking down on the participants from his position on the elevated nightstand, would indeed have been an interesting one. Between the two round white globes of the courtesan's breasts reposed the round, shiny pink bald head of the renowned Pickwick! No pawnbroker had ever displayed three globes over his shop door which resembled the pattern thus created. That great scientist, however, was totally oblivious of the juxtaposition thus resulting, but instead was busy suckling first on one tasty nipple and then on the other.


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His companion now raised up slightly more, and soon was rubbing her wet pussy over his cock in the most enticing manner. Straddling his mighty form, her boobs just in reach of his hands, the dark cunt hair catching the odor of her juices, she worked back and forth on his dick as he moaned in pleasure. Did the sounds of his excitement cause our Cupid on the nightstand to twinkle just a bit more, or increase his grin the tiniest amount? It would be hard to believe they did.

Now the lady of the evening rose up and turned around, presenting the cheeks of her ass to enfold her client's hard shaft. As she rubbed up and down, pushing him nearer and nearer to his climax, she could look right at her little friend Cupid. Did she return his grin with a slight smile of her own as she worked her fine ass up and down? Certainly Mr. Pickwick was in no condition to notice the expression on either face, as he grunted and worked his dick around her nether regions.

Once more the French whore turned, and now she rose up above the scientist's long hard cock and thrust her gaping wet cunt over it, driving it deep inside her. Up and down she pumped, first slowly and then increasing in tempo as she felt Mr. Pickwick's shaft responding. He grabbed her ample hips and rocked them back and forth as he thrust. It was apparent, even to Cupid, that the paper Samuel Pickwick Esq., G.C.M.P.C should present to the next parliamentary gathering of The Pickwick Club would indeed be a masterpiece, worthy of consideration along with Cuvier's theory or Volta's experiments. Surely this was also on Mr. Pickwick's mind.

As this scientific experiment moved toward its conclusion, it might be well to remind the reader that there is, before a certain banking institution on Fleet Street in the City, a grand fountain of great fame. This fountain is so cunningly engineered that it presents its display of water in regular jets, or pulses, which rise high into the air before the financial temple it adorns. On sunny days the spurting action has been known to create rainbows, whose prismatic display of fine colors should awaken in the most sensitive minds a consideration of that which greeted our forefather Noah on the occasion described in the book of Genesis. On moonlit nights, the pulses of that fountain seem to drip tiny pearls or jewels of light. When the fog surrounds it, only the splashes of the water in its falling down direct bypassers to the spectacle.

How many young lovers have sat upon the benches near that fountain, watching its sparkling waters with anticipatory eyes, planning a future together. How often has that young love, like the splashing waters, trickled and died away and run down into the gutters? How many pickpockets have circulated around that fountain, looking for a silk handkerchief or a leather purse not well contained in its owner's capacity, and allowed it to fall into their grasp as the waters fall from the spout? How many bankers have passed, for it does indeed adorn an institution of that nature, and in passing counted each drop of water as if it were a coin gotten from the savings of a widow? 

The liquid which spurts at regular intervals from that famous fountain has meant many things to many people. But as the culminating moment of Mr. Pickwick's scientific journey arrived, the strong spurts of seminal fluid which emerged from his mighty prick into the depths of the whore's cunt meant to him a delightful release, a hot and forceful feeling, a pleasure beyond anything that a mere fountain could inspire. Moaning loudly, he grabbed the ass cheeks of his partner and pressed down hard, pushing his cock to the greatest depths it could reach in her wet pussy, and came hard into her.

Did his hand, or hers, reach out and knock the nightstand such a blow that our friendly godling Cupid was toppled over, so that his twinkling eyes missed the final moment and he was not able to see the beads of sweat gathered on Mr. Pickwick's bald head as he reached his climax? It may be so.

Soon the girl rose up off of Mr. Pickwick, and taking the pitcher and the basin, proceed to clean both herself and her customer off. As she did she righted young Cupid, and met his twinkling gaze and grin with her own. 

Mr. Pickwick lay exhausted on the bed. Smiling down at him, the mademoiselle asked, "Was it worth every farthing of ze five guineas, mon cher? Did I promise you a great ride, and did you gallop to the end bravely?"

The G.C.M.P.C nodded weakly at that. Slowly he rose, and with the assistance of the lady dressed himself neatly. Reaching into his purse, he found four more shillings, and laid them on the nightstand next to Cupid. That youth grinned at Mr. Pickwick for that attention to the lady's fine performance. Mr. Pickwick took his leave, reflecting on a highly successful first experiment in pursuit of his assigned duty, and anticipating with pleasure the further exploration of his subject in succeeding days and weeks.

Perhaps the following excerpt from the secretary's notes will serve to conclude this essay, and to show how Mr. Pickwick's scientific journey was reported to The Pickwick Club, and the reception it received there:

'May 23, 1827. Joseph Smiggers, Esq., P.V.P.M.P.C. [Perpetual Vice-President--Member Pickwick Club], presiding. The following resolution unanimously agreed to:-- 

'That this Association has heard read, with feelings of unmingled admiration, and unqualified approval, the paper communicated by Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C. [General Chairman--Member Pickwick Club], entitled "Considerations of the Depth of Penetration into feminine orifices and its effect on masculine pleasures, with some Observations on the usages of Round Buttocks" and that this Association does hereby return its warmest thanks to the said Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., for the same.' 

'That this Association has received with particular approbation the numerous carefully executed drawings and numbered diagrams presented by the esteemed member Pickwick, especially the one entitled 'Erection of the Clitoris' and that series identified as 'Different Varieties of Nipples.'

The secretary's notes indicate here [cheering] by the members, but also note that there was one voice heard to call out, 'NO!' Mr.Smiggers, presiding,was taken aback by this unparliamentary action, and demanded to know what member thus violated the precepts of the club.

Mr. Bardle, M.P.C., then arising, spoke to the chair in this manner: 'I beg the chair's pardon, but I cannot, nay I will not, accept this resolution. It is highly deficient in its wording.'

Mr. Smiggers, arising from the chair, replied: 'My dear sir, I believe I can state confidently that the Members of the Pickwick Club feel in every bone of their bodies the truth of this resolution.'

Mr. Bardle,shaking a finger at Mr. Smiggers, announced: 'That is exactly my point, dear sir! Every bone of their body deserves particular representation and attention from this Club,and proper insertion into the resolution.'

'My dear sir,' countered Mr. Smiggers. 'Do you mean to say ...'

'I do indeed, Mr. Chairman. There was one bone in my body which received the presentation of the esteemed Pickwick with particular approbation. I therefore must insist ...'

'Surely you mean to say I must request, Mr. Bardle,' enjoined The Chair.

'I do not, sir! I repeat, I must insist that the resolution be amended by inserting, after the words, particular approbation, the words, and especial arousal!' said the gentleman.

Now the secretary records that the Members of The Pickwick Club, on hearing the wonderful logic and sound position of Mr. Bardle, unanimously insisted upon the amendment. The secretary further records that the happy applicability of the new wording was well demonstrated in the person of several of the members who displayed not only their approbation but also the other condition aforementioned after viewing the displays provided by the esteemed General Chairman.

With this appropriate conclusion to his researches, and with the abundant honor and fame which attended Mr. Pickwick's efforts in the advancement of science on this occasion, I will permit this narrative to terminate. 



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Sing, Goddess, the wrath of Achilles son of Peleus, and the strength of his virile member, that brought countless ills upon the Greeks. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades, but many a maiden did it send in ecstasy to the heights of Aphrodite's altar. The counsels of Zeus against the ships which lay on the shore of Ilium were fulfilled from the day on which Agamemnon and great Achilles fell out over the flesh of a maiden.

All day the heroes fought on the windy plain of Ilium, and the gods chose on this day to give the Greeks the field. Hera and Artemis favored Agamemnon's warriors and drove the Trojans back behind their high strong walls. Rich was the looting then, and weapons, armour and gold enriched the ships drawn up on the shore. 

Drenched in the sweat and blood of mighty combat, the heroes came where the maidens taken as prizes in the battle were penned together, weeping in their bonds. Leader of the army, mighty king and general Agamemnon chose first and pulled crying from her friends the glorious Chryseis, beauteous maiden of golden hair, rounded tits and firm ass. 

He led his choice to his tent from the slave pen, and there Zeus had inspired him to deal harshly with the maid. Around her neck he tied a rope of soft lamb's wool, and fastening it to his tent pole, he pulled it tight to bind her to his will. The girl cried and begged him to release her in the name of Phoebus Apollo but with no avail as the lust of Agamemnon rose within him. From her shaking body, he ripped the gown she wore, and she was tied before him in her nakedness, looking as Aphrodite did when she first rose all unclothed from the foam of the sea. The mighty King saw before him a soft slim body, a beautiful face like to that of Helen herself, golden hair flowing over her white shoulders, and a round soft pair of boobs of exceeding glory. At their tips were tiny flowers of glowing pink, calling to a man's lips. 

Below her boobs was a white belly which flowed down into the soft bed of light golden hair over her mound, and below that glinted the soft lips of a most delightful pussy. Agamemnon's eyes roved over her trembling body, as his warriors had roamed over the field below the high reaching walls of Troy. As the deeds of his heroes made the soldiers on the walls shake with fear, so his glaring eyes sent fear into the crying girl.

He rushed upon her as his troops had rushed upon the enemy on the plain of Ares. As Greek soldiers had surrounded the redoubts, his harsh hands surrounded her soft boobs and ground them into her chest. As great Ulysses had seized the banners atop the walls, he seized her delicate nipples and forced them to his lips. As mighty Ajax had penetrated into the midst of the enemy ranks, his fingers penetrated into the depths of her pussy. As Trojan warriors, bold but unlucky in battle, had gasped their last in pools of blood, so the girl gasped as he probed her more and more deeply.

Now sprang forth the great King's royal cock, as the mightiest of the Greeks had sprung forth to challenge the Trojans. As great Achilles had thrust himself into the battle, Agamemnon thrust that cock into the slave's pussy. Though she cried as the women of Troy had cried when they washed their men's deathwounds, the King had no mercy and forced forward. As he finally pulled her down hard on his shaking hips and forced his virile juices into her he roared with lust and power, and the guards outside his tent shivered at the noise.

Of the weeping women in the slave pen, the other heroic warriors also claimed prizes. The dice were cast, and Aphrodite gave to Achilles her gift of luck so that he had the next choice. Looking over the crying maidens, he saw that the beauty of Briseis was greater even than the prize that went to the son of Atreus. 

This woman had been favored by all the great ones who recline on couches atop cloudy Olympus. Artemis the wise maiden herself had given to Briseis the gifts of white skin and hair dark as the shadows of Vulcan's forge. Aphrodite, beauteous goddess of love itself, had added to this breasts as round as the Apples of the Hesperides, tipped with upstanding nipples colored as with the juice of many pomegranates. From great Ceres, Achilles' prize had received legs which were long and supple, and strong to wrap around the hips of a warrior when he laid off his armour to take his rest from battle on the soft coverings of his bed. 

The greatest of a woman's charms had been given to her by Hera herself, great queen of Olympus who sits beside mighty Zeus. As she knew well what the bull large cock of Zeus sought in her bed, and which a warrior strong would seek in the bed of a captive maiden, she gifted Briseis with a pussy befitting a goddess, beautiful and wet and warm in a nest of soft dark hair rippling like the wine dark Aegean Sea.

Yet one moire gift to these was added, and Apollo himself saw to it. That god in his glorious wisdom knew no preference between a beautiful youth or a fair maiden, but understood that on either one there was nothing which aroused the hardness of a virile man as the twin moons of a well turned ass. To Briseis he thus gave a glory that would befit either sex, a fine round butt which begged a hard cock to enter and find its place in the valley between those hills of delight.

Seeing the gifts the Olympians had bestowed on this girl, the son of Peleus strode into the pen and pulled the girl to her feet. As she wept and called on the goddesses to protect her, Hera and Aphrodite turned away from her pleas and favored the mighty Achilles that he might do as he wished with her. The great hero placed his battle hardened hands on her delicious boobs, and squeezed the budlike nipples between the fingers which had so recently wrapped around the shaft of a spear. His other hand pulled up her shift and probed deep into her cunt which was opening like a growing flower. Though the woman cried out as he did so, he could feel flowing the sweet juices which welcome the shaft into the depths of feminine delight and so he knew that this protesting girl was no stranger to the ecstasy of a man's cock.

Laughing, mighty Achilles threw the supple body over his shoulders. With the strength of Hephaestos, crippled smith with mighty organ who beds the voluptuous Aphrodite in the god's smithy beneath smoking Vesuvius, to his tent he carried his prize. In front of the tents and the ships of the Greek heroes stood the pavilion of Achilles the strong. Of finest silk from oriental caravans and strong goatskins from the sea of darkness was it made. Within it the virgin oil of Pallas' olive trees burned in fine gold lamps made by the most skilled craftsmen. Around the tent were strewn soft linen cloths and draperies of lambs wool from the Northern coasts. On these soft piles the hero of the Danaans dropped his crying prize. 

He strode to the door of the tent where waited Patroclus, dearest and most loved friend of the great warrior. "Do you keep close watch that we are not disturbed, my soulmate. Who more than you knows how I shall wield my spear this night. As we have often passed the night through, so tonight I pass it with this maiden. May my shaft probe her pussy as deeply as my spear probed the guts of the Trojan warriors on the field this day." With these words he dropped the door of the tent and turned to his work.

Mighty in arms was the Greek hero, and many feats had he performed this day that lesser men would not have accomplished. The field was dark with the bodies of Trojans he had struck, and the dogs lapped at their blood and the hawks and kites picked at their eyes. Hurtling down to the depths of Hades were the brave souls of those he had pursued. A mighty battle lust had hung over him, and now that it was dissipated a mighty lust rose in his loins for this captured maiden. 

His plumed helmet he threw to the ground, and his strong breastplate bearing the scars of many weapons followed it with a clangor. Over his mighty chest rippled the hard muscles , and the sinews of his arms that swung the heavy sword and wielded the long spear stood out in power. The girl in his bed gasped at the sight. Then mighty Achilles dropped his leathern trews and let his powerful cock spring forth, standing tall in his lust and shaking as the spears of the foe shook when they beheld him on the field of war. His mother had prayed all the gods to give gifts to her son ere she dipped him in the river, and Zeus himself had granted to her son the mighty thews and the long strong rod which rose from them. The maiden in his bed stared at the weapon in awe and anticipation, whether for welcome or for fear only the goddesses sporting in the bowers of cloud topped Olympus could know.

Onto the bed the son of Peleus bolted, and the arms which held his shield and spear now wrapped around the maiden. His strong chest pressed her boobs flat against it, and his powerful legs spread hers wide. He held her down though she struggled feebly, and that stiff cock which even the gods envied probed into her warm pussy and thrust deep. As a warrior coming victorious from the field, he now conquered the captive maiden as he had conquered her defenders. Again and again his shaft rammed deep into her, and he shook her hips until the wet warmth of her pussy drove him to a godlike height. Not in vain had mighty Hera gifted Briseis with a cunt as fine as those soft wet possessions of the goddesses sporting in Elysian Fields. Tight, warm and moist, it held Achilles' rock hard cock and drove him onward. 

But now the hero seized control and pulled his shaft out of the warm depths. Briseis, feeling this, gasped aloud. Aphrodite, looking down from the Olympian heights, knew that Briseis, no longer captive but willing fucker, was ready to serve the son of Peleus with honor. She sent an image to the Trojan girl which filled her mind and like the birds flying in springtime, sent her into action. The maiden seized Achilles' rock hard dick with both hands, which hardly sufficed to contain its length. She pulled it to her mouth, and circled the wine red head of it with her ruby lips. Up and down she stroked that mighty pole as the warrior stood and thrust it deeper and deeper into her throat.

Falling to the bed, he pulled her on top of him, in that position which gives both lovers the sight of the others organ, and began to lick her cunt with passion and power. She sucked his strong spear shaft of a cock, and his tongue probed her wet salty hole, and both rose to the heights that only the gods and goddesses usually attain.

From the top of the sacred mount, Ares watched the copulation of these two on the windy plain by the Dardanelles, and he gave strength to Achilles to match that which Aphrodite rained down upon the girl of the soft round boobs. No sacrifice is so welcome to the mighty ones as the true power which rises from lover's beds. With satisfaction they watched as Achilles turned the fair maiden until her cunt rode down on his cock and her hips shook as the ships riding toward Troy had shaken in the winds on the sea. His hands clenched hard on her tits and his shaft thrust upward deep into her wet warmth.

Now Achilles moaned and thrust hard and deep into the girl, and she cried out with her ecstasy. The strength of their orgasms mounted into the sky, and it was more pleasing then the smoke from the sacrifice of a hecatomb of oxen to the Olympians who watched this great ritual. Exhausted both fell back upon the furs and fabrics of the bed, and the candle guttered and burned out leaving the tent in darkness.

Soon led forth his mighty horses great Helios, and boarding his chariot leapt into the sky and carried the sun over the Mediterranean. Beauteous Aurora ruler of the dawn spread her red and gold across the windy plain of Ilium and the scene which yesterday had seen so much carnage and bloodshed lay glorious in the morning light. As gold dust flows into the Treasury of Atreus at Mycenae, so the golden beams crept into the tent where Achilles of the shining helm lay asleep. Leaning over him was the maiden Briseis, clothed in nothing but the garment she wore when her mother gave her birth. She looked on his sleeping face with adoration, and lightly her fingers traced the strong sinews of his arm, and the deep muscles of his great chest.

Down over his belly they traced, and toward his legs where his virile organ lay. As the maiden of the fair tits and sweet pussy began to rub his cock, like the shaft of his mighty spear which drank the blood of Trojans it rose in strength. The hero awakened and saw what she did. Fair to his eyes were the soft white boobs which he saw, and the soft white hands which stroked his manhood and readied it for action. His mighty hand, made to hold the haft of a weapon, now reached instead to the girl's round ass and caressed it with pleasure to both of them. Bending forward now, Achilles' beauteous prize taken in noble battle enfolded his manly shaft with her lips and began to wrap her tongue around its head.

As a peasant's pump works up and down to pour the fair water on Ceres' fields, so the fair maiden's lips worked up and down on Achilles' cock. Her fine butt, as white as a young boy's, was toward the hero and he pushed his fingers between her legs into her soft wet depths. Eros hovered over their heads, urging them on to greater speed and penetration as if he fired arrows. Faster and faster the strokes came, deeper and deeper the penetration. Finally the hero plunged his fingers deep in her pussy and she sucked his dick deep in her throat and each of them achieved their end. 

Briseis sat on the fine lamb's wool coverlet, shining in her naked beauty with drops of sweat rolling down her boobs and dripping off her pointed nipples. "Eros, playful godling and son of the great Aphrodite, has surely stricken me with his arrows, my Lord. Your adoring slave I am forevermore, and all that which you want I shall deliver to you in your bed. My life in great walled Troy, and my husband who will carry a spear no more, shall be forgotten as the footprint in the sand is forgotten when the tide rolls over it."

Hearing these words, Apohrodite smiled and granted to Achilles a lust for this woman exceeding all that he had felt before. For ten days they sported often and the odor of their coupling wafted to the nostrils of the Olympians. And for ten days, great Agamemnon forced and chastised his prize, Chryseis of the bounteous breasts. Mighty Zeus, strong Ares, and crippled Hephaestos rejoiced in his power over the helpless girl, and gentle Aphrodite, cunning Hera, and wise Artemis celebrated the love of the Achilles and his beautiful prize.

But as the cup was passed in the banquet hall of cloud capped Olympus, one of their number drank not in joy. Say, Muse, which of the gods was it who liked not the concord among the ships of the Hellenes on the beach before Troy, and wished to spread quarrels among them? It was the son of Zeus and Leda, mighty Apollo, who was angry with the King of the Greeks, Agamemnon from the city of gold. For the prize which the King had chosen , Chryseis, was daughter of Chryse aged priest of Apollo, and when the priest sacrificed to the god and begged Agamemnon to return his daughter, the mighty Mycenaen refused, though the ransom offered was heavy. 

But the old priest beseeched the god of the silver bow, reminding him of his long service and many sacrifices whose smoke had risen to the god's nostrils, and Apollo heard him. He raised his bow and shot his arrows into the midst of the Greeks, and pestilence and plague fell upon them. 

Then the leaders came to Agamemnon and begged him to release the girl. Quaking in fear of mighty Phoebus' wrath, the ruler of the Argives returned the girl to her father, bedecked in garlands, and accompanied by a hecatomb of oxen for the god.

Raging now in his loss, the son of Atreus cried, "Am I to be the only one whose ship lies on the shore not to have a prize from the villages of the plain? Let me have a prize worthy of my station or I will take one from Ajax, or Ulysses, or Achilles!" Then the King bestrode himself to the decorated tent where Achilles still lay with his Briseis. He thrust open the door of the tent, and the naked girl hurried to cover herself with a dyed robe of lambs wool as the son of Peleus rose to face the intruder. 

Then Agamemnon said, "Achilles, valiant though you be, you shall not outwit me. Are you to keep your own prize while I sit tamely under my loss? Surely I shall thrust my shaft into Brisies as my right."

Achilles scowled and answered, "You are steeped in insolence and your lust for the girl's soft wet flowers. You forget the deeds I have performed on this field to gain satisfaction from the Trojans for your son Menelaus. You rob me of the prize for which I have fought who now willingly in my bed brings me my pleasure. Now shall I go back to my ships and be thankful that my fighting is done. If ever again there is need of me to save the warriors from run, they shall seek and shall not find me."

So Agamemnon led the girl captive to his tent. Though her heart searched for Achilles, she was now slave to the King of the Argives and he would have his way with her. As his other prize had been tied with a rope of lambs wool, now around the soft neck of Briseis he fastened one of harsh hemp. The robe she brought from Achilles tent he cut from her with his dagger, dragging it perilously close to her delicate nipples. Sobbing the girl tried to pull away from the tyrant, but he tightened the rope around her soft neck.

Aphrodite gazed down upon the great tent of the commander and her anger was kindled at his wanton acts. Now the son of Atreus fastened his greedy lips on the sensitive nipples of the frightened girl and sucked them hard. His battle hardened hands grabbed her finely shaped ass and pulled it to him, forcing the lips of her cunt against his great cock. As he threw down enemies on the field of Ares so he threw the white skinned maiden onto his bed. Seizing the rough hemp rope, he bound her hands behind her back, and then with great force wrapped it around her knees, pulling them to her chest. As she lay face down on the bed her fine round ass projected into the air, and between her legs her pink pussy was exposed to the great King, as the gates to so many helpless cities had gaped before his sword. 

With lightning fast movements of a trained warrior, he thrust his mighty spear at her, and impaled her pussy upon its shaft. As the bucking horse jerks and twists to loosen the hated saddle, so the great lord of Mycenae bucked and jerked in the soft warm cunt. His lust grew and drove him deeper and deeper as the girl cried out to Pallas Athena to save her, but Zeus prevented any of the Olympians from interfering with the cruel coupling.

Finally Agamemnon spent himself, and roughly drew away from the girl's pussy. The rope was loosened, and she tried to cover herself with the bedding, but the king laughed and tore it from her. "Naked you shall decorate my tent, bitch. When we tore you from your home after gaining it in war, you gave up the right to fine robes and delicate gowns. Here you shall wear nothing but that white skin which glistens after we have fucked. Let your boobs bounce for my joy and your pussy welcome my gaze. Spread your legs! Let me see the prize I have won." Weeping the girl did as he told her. 

Atop Olympus, the rage of Athena grew hot. To revenge the dishonor of the girl Briseis, Agamemnon must be brought low. Flying to the city of Troy, she urged mighty Hector to put on his arms and sally forth against the warriors from the Greek ships. Hector of the long spear needed no goddess to inflame him against the beseigers. Calling a troop of men he surged forth against the Greeks.

In his tent, Agamemnon heard the trumpets blow. With a final gloating look at the rounded boobs and sweet cunt of his prize, he girded on his armour and prepared to fight.




If Great Authors Wrote Porn #02



But in his tent on the beach in front of the long ships, Achilles turned his back when he heard the trumpets and sat sulking. Because of the dishonor the mighty son of Atreus had done him, he refused to take the field against the Trojans. Then did the men of Troy gain victory on that day and the warriors of the bold ships flee before them. Great Agamemnon was shamed and many a Greek thrown down to Hades as Athena punished the King for his treatment of his slave.

Thus, by sowing dissent among the Greeks over warm cunts and soft boobs, Zeus had worked his will against the warriors of the bright ships. Agamemnon and Achilles, each ruled by his throbbing cock, separated in their pride because of nothing more than a woman's soft body to warm their beds, and soft lips to suck them off

The entrails of sheep were read by the priests, and it was seen that Agamemnon's lust and pride had lain against the Greeks. So Agamemnon afterwards clothed his slave Briseis in lambswool garments of the finest, bedecked with purple cords, and made her a favorite honored even as his queen Clymenestra was in the golden palace. In his bed they coupled with passion before the Olympians and he harmed her no more. But he gave the girl not back to the son of Peleus, and the wrath of Achilles was not overcome until much trouble befell the Greeks ere their ships sailed from the windy plain of Ilium.

.Sing, goddess, of the foolishness of men when their dicks are engorged. So will it be as long as the clouds which cover mighty Mount Olympus endure.



If Great Authors Wrote Porn #03



#03: Rudyard Kipling, Kim

Kim lay under the banyan tree with closed eyes. His thoughts swirled in his mind. "Kim ... Kim .... Kim ... who is Kim?" Kimball O'Hara, son of a deceased regimental sergeant. Kim of the Punjab, whose native mother died in his youth, leaving him to live as he could. Kim the quick-witted, who knew how to beg a little rice and a bit of ghi at the stalls of the bazaar. Kimball, student at the madrissah where Colonel Creighton sent him after his identity as the son of a sahib was discovered. And now, after turning eighteen, attaining the age of manhood among the sahibs, and leaving the school, he was Kim the wanderer, Kim the chela (disciple) of Teshoo Lama from the high hills, and beyond all this, Kim of the great lingam, known across half India as the bedder of girls beyond counting.

Kim was of both worlds, carrying the blood of the British Raj and the blood of Hind in his veins, speaking many languages, of which English was only one and not the strongest, knowing the ways of the sahibs and the ways of the bazaars. Who better to be entered into the great game, ranging across India and contributing his part to that mass of "information received" by which Her Majesty's officers governed the empire?

Kim let his mind drift. He remembered that shortly after the sahibs recognized his manhood by their count of years and he was relieved of the Madrissah, he had donned his native garb and visited his old friend Mahbub Ali, dealer in horses and also player of the great game, in his stall at the packed serai. After talking his way around all of India, in the manner of the native, Mahbub Ali turned to talk of horses. He had much to say on the races that year, and which young sahib won or lost great amounts of money. He had much to say on the folly of impecunious young subalterns, who must waste his time examining many horses that he knew they had no rupees to buy. He had much to say on the subject of how a stud enters his great member into a mare, and of the amounts of juice thus produced. After all this talk, he lowered his voice and said, "I have work for a Son of the Charm. There is a Colonel who is waiting for news of the pedigree of a white stallion. It must be taken to him tonight. He gives a party at his house, so thou must be careful." At that, Mahbub Ali tossed over to Kim a flap of greasy Mussalman bread. 

Kim knew that if the Colonel gave a party, many white memsahibs would be there in beautiful clothes, cut low to show their soft bosoms, so he was intrigued. Kim also knew better than to bite into the bread immediately. He felt it carefully and found in a corner a closely wadded piece of paper. This he extracted and tucked into a fold of his turban. Then chewing on the bread, he grinned at Mahbub Ali and said, "I have eaten your bread for many years, great one, but bread alone does not fill the hand of one who must make his own way in the bazaars."

Mahbub Ali chuckled. He tossed a small coin to Kim and said, "Take this, then, for much money is not picked from the hooves of horses. Make haste for the pedigree must be delivered tonight."

No one knew the streets and alleys of Umballa as Kim did. By dark ways and over rooftops and trees he reached the Colonel's house. But driven always by his curiosity, first he unfolded the paper to read what it said. He saw nothing there except the words, "The pedigree of the white stallion is fully established." But he noted also in one corner of the paper five small pin pricks.

"Aha," he thought to himself, "this touches on the five kings of the North. If the great game carries me that way, I know of beauteous women whose soft lips and softer tits wait for my touch. Let the word be said, and I shall deliver their message to the rulers and my hard rod to the girls of the hills."

He then jumped softly into the garden of the villa belonging to the Colonel sahib who commanded the troops of the region. Quiet as a mongoose he made his way into the garden. From the building he heard the strains of a regimental band and he knew that a dance party was underway. So he slipped silently to a bower he had visited before when need drove him to observe, where the trees hid the view of others in the house. As he expected, this bower was well occupied by a young officer and a pretty maiden. He settled comfortably in the branch of a tree to watch.

Clearly this was no green recruit, and clearly the girl was no inexperienced innocent. Kim thought she was perhaps nineteen or twenty. They knew exactly what they were doing and, to Kim's practiced eye, had some small ability to do it well. The young man already had the top of the girl's dress pulled down, and was kissing her white neck and soft shoulders as his hands caressed her round tits and rolled the pink nipples around. She moaned gently and pressed close to him, her hand rubbing the front of his uniform trousers. Kim felt his own shaft harden as he watched these exertions.

Now he bent to take the hard nipples in his mouth and suckle at the white breasts. She fumbled with his belt, and then began working on the buttons of his fly. He helped her with those, and pulled his trousers down along with his drawers. Kim laughed softly to himself as the officer's cock sprang out. Hard and upstanding, it was as long as Kim's outstretched hand from thumb to little finger. Kim knew that this was a respectable length for an Englishman and the girl was probably satisfied with it. But Kim was thankful that he had inherited the lingam of a native from his mother. He knew his own cock was three fingers longer than that sahib's.

He watched with interest as the girl went down on the officer's cock. Gently at first she licked it, around the tip and up and down the shaft. The Lieutenant threw back his head and closed his eyes, moaning softly. The girl enfolded the sensitive tip in her lips and Kim saw the movement of her mouth and knew that she was giving soft butterfly flicks to the opening of his dick. Then she began to take more and more of the shaft into her mouth, and stroked up and down on it with a regular rhythm.

The officer's hips began to thrust toward her, and he put a hand on the back of her head, pressing it toward him. Kim watched respectfully as almost the entire span of the Englishman's cock disappeared into the throat of this slim memsahib. There she paused with his organ throbbing deep in her throat. Kim felt his own cock throb in response. Quickly then the girl began rapid up and down strokes, holding the cock with one hand while she sucked the end of it in and out of her lips. The sahib twisted his hips and the girl rolled her mouth, and then he pressed deep into her throat and Kim knew that he was shooting his juice down her throat.

Without a word, he pulled the girl to her feet, grasping her white tits in his hands again and pouring kisses on her lips. She pressed against him tightly and Kim thought she was ready to take her own pleasure. But suddenly, all of them heard a commotion coming from inside the house. The young officer shushed the girl, and listened carefully. "All officers are called!" he exclaimed. "I think that we are off to war!"

The girl gasped and clung closely to him, but he swiftly pulled up his trousers and adjusted his uniform. Putting on his regimental cap, he pulled her to him and gave her a last kiss, and ran from the garden. The girl sank down on the bench sobbing softly.

Kim recognized her vulnerability and knew he could take advantage of it, but his curiosity overcame the throbbing in his loins for the moment. He moved silently to lie on the ground near the veranda of the house. Indian bungalows are opened through and through, and he could see the Colonel speaking to his staff. "It is not a war, it is a chastisement!" he declared. "The Queen's power cannot be challenged without consequences. The troop trains leave for the North tomorrow." Kim reflected that the five tiny pin pricks in the pedigree of the white stallion must be the cause of this. Truly, the great game ranged over all India.

But now Kim's mind was on another kind of game. Softly he returned to the bower where the girl had been left. He peeped through the bushes, and saw that after tears, as Kim had expected, the girl sought to comfort herself. She was reclined on the bench, and had again pulled down the top of her dress, so that her own hands could clasp those white boobs the Lieutenant had abandoned. Softly her finger traced a patter around the nipple, and then flicked it back and forth. She let her head hang back and closed her eyes as she squeezed the boobs and rolled the nipples. Little gasps escaped her. Kim saw how round, how white her tits were, and how the pink nipples stood hard and erect as she played with them.

Then the girl was raising her skirt, and her hand went inside the frilled bloomers which lay under it. Kim knew that she sought her slit, which was undoubtedly already wet from her encounter with the young officer. Her hand rubbed up and down and she rotated her hips. Wise from his experience in the ways of women native and British, Kim knew that now was his time. He rose softly from the ground to stand near the girl. Dressed only in a loincloth and turban, and with his skin carefully darkened with walnut juice, he was no part sahib but only a native in appearance.

He shuffled his feet gently and the girl opened her eyes. Quickly Kim stepped forward and laid a finger on her lips, as she stared at him in wonderment. He must have appeared to her as some ghostly spirit of the country, rising out of nowhere, having no reality. Gently Kim reached out a hand to the white boobs she had been stroking. He fingered her nipples as the girl's eyes widened more and more. Leaning toward her he breathed into her ear softly. She seemed to reach some conclusion in her mind, and closed her eyes again as he rubbed her tits.

Then quietly and gently, Kim lifted her long skirt, revealing her white frilly bloomers. He ran his hands over her thighs and she shuddered lightly. Then he pulled down the bloomers, and the dark patch of her pubic hair was revealed, over the pink lips of her pussy. Kim could see the wetness gleaming on it, and knew that she was ready for him. Kneeling before her, he began to lick her warm slit with an up and down motion. Probing with his tongue, he found her hard little clit and began to roll it around. She moaned softly and raised her hips toward his mouth. He pressed his tongue deeper inside the wet warmth, and sought the most sensitive spot as he had been taught by the dancing girls of the bazaar.

Gently but firmly he pressed, as the girl moved her hips in response to his stroking tongue. Now she became more insistent, putting a hand on his turban and pressing him closer to her dripping cunt. He responded by increasing the force and speed of his licking, and pressed her until by the jerking of her hips and her soft moan he knew she had released her orgasm.

Now he rose up, and his hand pulled hers gently to his loincloth. She fumbled with the unfamiliar way of tying it, but soon it fell to his feet and his hard cock stood up before her. She gasped slightly, and then took it in both her small white hands. Her two hands together barely encompassed the mighty cock of this man of the land. Rubbing and twisting she gave Kim his pleasure, and then softly encircled the hot tip of his cock and tantalized him with gentle circles. For some time she enjoyed stroking its length, and Kim felt his tension build. Finally he jerked his hips toward her, and with a final pull his hot juices spurted forth on the ground.

The girl sank back on her bench, looking bemused and trying to understand what had just passed with this spirit of the garden. She was not sure if she dreamt or woke. With a wry smile, Kim bent toward her, and whispered in her ear, "Thank you veree much, my dear!" Hearing her native spirit speak English, the girl drew back wide-eyed, but Kim vanished into the foliage so quickly she did not know where he went.

Kim's body lay under the banyan tree and a soft smile ghosted across its lips. But Kim's mind and spirit still soared in memory. He drifted to the city of Peshawur and looked down at events in a back alley, on the floor above the street. Mahbub Ali and Hurree Babu had led him here, saying, "When you first began the great game, Huneefa who speaks to the spirits made you a Son of the Charm and gave you the talisman which lies around your neck still. But now that you have reached manhood there is a further dawut (magic) to be done." The babu pointed up the stairs, and left Kim to climb them on his own.

He entered the dark room, and saw faintly the many statues and masks of demons grinning and grimacing, and the candles of strange shapes burning in odd corners. Voices came from the darkness speaking his name. He remembered Hurree Babu's scornful dismissal of them as, "ventriloquy, belly-speak," but they were still strange to hear. The Huneefa came out of the darkness, older and more wrinkled if that were possible. She bore a single candle. Without a word she beckoned Kim further into the darkness. In the back of the room, Kim made out a sort of altar, draped in red and black cloths and illumined by three candles at its east, west and south corners. On the altar, he was amazed to see the body of a naked woman, lying on her back. Her arms dropped down on each side, but her legs were propped on statues of small demons, keeping them elevated and spread wide.

Kim could see that she had large firm breasts, tipped with dark nipples which were hard and erect. She had a rounded belly like a dancing girl, and below it her dark pubic hair topped a cunt which was forced gaping open by the spread of her legs. Nothing in the previous dawut had prepared Kim for this.

Now Huneefa picked up a candle shaped like a lingam. Slowly she passed it over the naked body of the woman on the altar. The wax began to drip from it, and make a pattern on the sacrifice's bare belly. Kim knew the wax must be hot, but the woman made no sound or movement. As if knowing his thoughts, the witch now drew one of Kim's hands to the bared tits, and as he grasped its softness, let the wax flow over both the tit and Kim's hand. The hot wax burnt, but Kim was determined that as the woman made no sound nor movement, neither would he.

The witch woman was chanting softly now, and the patterns of wax drew down over the girl's thighs and began to circle her female flowers. Commandingly, the old woman gestured to Kim's loincloth, and obediently he dropped it, letting his cock stand forth, hardened by the display of the naked woman. The witch approached with the candle and Kim was afraid he would flinch, but then he saw that her other hand held a flask. She poured warm oil from the flask over his hard lingam and then over the soft warm yoni of the woman on the altar. Then she pushed him toward her, with unmistakable intentions.

Kim knew what the gods demanded now, and hwas willing enough to let his lingam worship at the yoni displayed for him. Deep into her soft wetness he plunged, and now she rolled her hips as he stroked hard with his shaft. The voices from the darkness began, speaking no language of Hind known to Kim, but impelling him to deeper and deeper penetration. They rose to a wail as the body on the altar moved her hips up to pull him deeply inside, and he felt her pussy contract as he shot his juices into her.

He was gasping with the exertion, but Huneefa pushed him away from the altar, and let her fingers probe deep into the cunt of the sacrifice. Withdrawing them dripping, she then scraped some of the wax off the girl's thighs and molded it in her fingers. The pussy juice and the wax blended together and deftly the witch pulled the wax into a small horned demon. She found a scrap of black silk, and carried it to Kim. Gesturing at the pouch around his neck, she opened it and dropped this new charm into it next to the small piece of turquoise and other objects already there.

Kim moved as in a daze, and found himself standing on the dark street. From the shadows emerged Hurree Babu. Kim never understood how the fat man could move so silently and hide so well, but the babu played the great game as well as anyone in Hind. "Hah, I have been making some notes for a paper to present to the Royal Ethnological Society," he muttered. But Kim knew that his mentor feared the very magic he pretended to study. Kim marveled at this new initiation, and wondered how it would help him play the game. But he knew that Mahbub Ali, and yes, Hurree Babu too, were some of the very best on the books of Col. Creighton's Service, and trusted that what he learned at their urging would not be wasted in the great game.

Under the banyan tree his mind still soared free of his body. He was thinking how the great game found him serving as chela to a most Holy Man, a Lama from far Tibet who wandered Hind searching for a certain holy river. In that guise, he and the Lama had roamed far into the mountains, which the Lama insisted were only low hills compared to his home monastery. There they followed two Russians, purportedly hunters but, Kim believed, players of the great game for the Czar's side. After making fools of the spies, Kim sought lodging for himself and the Holy One in the hill village of Shamlegh. It consisted of only four or five wretched huts perched high on the side of the mountain, but it held attractions for Kim.

First, Shamlegh midden received all sorts of waste. Down this steep cliff, Kim cast off certain books and documents of the spies. Secondly, Shamlegh had several strong men who, for a rupee or two, would carry his master's litter down to the plains. And they would do so because of the orders of the third attraction this village held for Kim of the mighty lingam, the mistress of the villagers, the Woman of Shamlegh. Her strength and power over her men were spoken all over the mountains, and even down to the bazaar at Lahore. More, though, Kim knew, was said about her sexual appetites and her constant search for satisfaction.

Therefore, after Kim had seen the Lama safely bedded down, he sauntered toward the hut on the edge of the cliff where the woman of Shamlegh lived. As befits the disciple of a Holy Man, whom even these degenerate Buddhists revered, he sauntered into the hut like a man of strength. The Woman saw him enter, and demanded, "Who art thou, to come thus proud into my house? I am the Woman of Shamlegh, and I hold from the Rajah. I am no common bearer of babes. Here my word is the law. I say to my men, go hither and they go. But you are attached to the holy one. What hast thou to say to one such as me?"

"Ah, my ..." Kim had it on his tongue to say Mother, but quickly changed it to "...Sister, when work is done and the sun is setting, what have a man and a woman to say to each other? I have even now planned desirable things in my heart as thou must know. Let there be no speech at odds between thou and I." 

Saying this he advanced toward the bed. The woman of Shamlegh rose to embrace him,and pressed her hard body against his. Months walking the mountain had given Kim strong arms and stronger legs, and as they fell to the bed he wrapped them around her. Here in the Himalayas, hesitation was weakness, and weakness was death. The woman of Shamlegh knew what she was about. She tore at Kim's robe as he tore at hers. Rapidly their naked bodies were pressed together beneath the sheepskins which covered the bed. Kim's hands grabbed her tits and rolled them about, and her legs wrapped around his and pressed into his hard dick. He moved quickly, spreading her legs and inserting one, two, three fingers into her hungry cunt. 

Her hips thrust into his penetration, and her hand moved on his hard shaft. Two minutes of this sufficed for all the foreplay that the cold mountain air allowed, and in their heat they pressed tightly together. She spread her legs,and Kim shoved his hard hot cock into her cunt and forced it deep. She moaned her pleasure and began to jerk her hips. Women who work hard and live hard also fuck hard and have no time for the pretenses of the memsahibs of the plains. She wanted his cock in her pussy and she wanted it deep and hard. All she could do to increase his penetration she did.




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Kim rolled his hips too, and let his cock force back and forth against the warm wet cunt. He felt her nails scratch his back as she approached her climax. His own was close also, and both redoubled their intense thrusting until each cried in exultation at their ecstasy, and the cliffs of Shamlegh echoed their passion. Then they slept, lying on the sheepshins. Kim slept well, knowing that his Lama was revered by the men of the village, and given warm ewe's milk to drink.

Kim's spirit still flew far away from his body which lay under the banyan tree. He remembered how the hillmen had carried the dooli down and down to the warm plains, and how the Kulu woman had given them hospitality here, asking only that the Lama make charms for the wind on her grandson's stomach. He remembered how he had seen the Lama well tended to, and then himself had fallen exhausted on the ground under this tree. His mind, soaring far from the tired body, saw him lying there, and fell down and down until they were reunited. Then Kim knew how much playing the great game can tire one, be he English or of the land. Weak, he tried to stand but could not.

Seeing him and being wise in the ways of men, the Kulu woman sent to him, from among the many poor relations that crowded the back of the buildings, a cousin's widow, skilled in what Europeans, who know very little about it, call the art of massage. And laying him east and west, she began the ancient Tantric ritual of lingam massage. Before Kim's wondering eyes, she softly let her sari drop to her feet and stood before him clothed as our first mother. She was tall and slim, and her breasts rose like two round hills climbing to the peak of her rosy nipples. Her slim waist spread into fine wide hips and a dark triangle of hair covered her pubic area. Singing gently, she squatted over Kim's legs, and as she did so her pink yoni was exposed to his view. Then calmly she loosened his loin cloth and set it aside. Kim was amazed to find that he was so soothed and relaxed that his cock was not standing up in the presence of this naked woman, but lay passively, pointing to the west where his head lay.

A flask of warm oil was by her side, and this she let fall in trickles upon Kim's body. First over his shoulders and chest she rubbed it, ever so softly, taking him apart muscle by muscle. Then down over his hard belly, making small circles. Turning her attention to his legs, she warmed the calves and the thighs with her gentle hands. 

Now the skilled widow massaged further up his thighs, softly pushing his balls aside as she stroked and stroked. Her careful hands slid ever so gently along the length of his lingam and onto his belly, then down again stroking past it to his thighs. Repeatedly this action continued, each time moving closer to his lingam and passing it more slowly. Now her long fingers were spread flat over it, gently moving up and down. Kim felt it beginning to harden, and took pleasure in the movement of her hands, but was totally relaxed and not spurred into a passion.

Now she shifted position, moving his shaft to point to the northwest whence came the cooling wind. She straddled his thigh, pressing her soft yoni against his leg. Kim felt its warmth and appreciated it as a thing of beauty but felt no drive to plunge into it as yet. Her hands continued working on his lingam, softly stroking, now letting her fingers run along the shaft, now gently twisting the head of it, with exquisite knowledge tracing the ridge which gives greatest pleasure. Kim was kneaded to an appreciative pulp, half hypnotized by the gentle swaying of her soft boobs over his head, sliding into soft relaxation.

Again she shifted position to kneel beside him while his lingam, lengthening and hardening now, pointed to the north and the high hills his Lama loved. She leaned over him and let her nipples stroke his chest. Kim felt their hardness and knew that this woman well understood what she was about. With one lazy hand he reached up to grasp the softness of her tit, and gently his fingers stroked it in circles as she continued to rub his shaft with those soft hands. Not easily is the art of lingam massage learned by women, and those who master it are few. This poor widow was one of the talented ones. Softly she stroked, then followed with a few quick jerks, pushing Kim further toward his ecstasy, then again lightly, then touching only the head with one finger, then clutching it hard and pulling deep. Kim was still sleepily enjoying her touch, not yet rushing to a climax.

Again she moved his lingam. It would not now bend toward the east, so she pulled gently until it faced the south, source of the gentle breezes which warm the land Hind in their season. She straddled his leg again, pressing higher up this time so that her thigh rested against his balls and applied a gentle pressure. Kim could tell now that her pussy was becoming wet, and the wet juice touched his thigh and awakened greater desire. The pressure was becoming stronger now as she led his rapidly hardening lingam to point to the southwest. Faster she stroked, and harder she held the sensitive head when her hand reached it.

Now his hard rod pointed to the southwest, having come almost full circle. Tantalizingly, she bent over and let her painted lips touch his cock. The tickling of the lingam with the tongue is Tantric massage at its most skilled, and bringing Kim to the highest point of his desire without carrying him over was the woman's fine art. She held Kim just at the edge, placing her hand on his belly to tell him to relax, rolling her tongue on his lingam and her yoni on his thigh. A long time she held him there, carrying him to desire without excitement, filling him with fire which smoldered but did not blaze. This is the skill of the East, learned with much practice, which the Englishwomen do not understand. Only from visiting the Flowers of Delight in certain quarters of the bazaar can the sahibs attain this ecstasy.

Now Kim was fully hardened, his shaft throbbing in her throat, and his hips began to strain upward. Knowing well the signs, the woman quickly mounted on his hard cock and enfolded it in the soft lips of her gentle pussy. Only the Orientals are wise enough to understand that the lingam and yoni are given by the gods for worship, and that in their meeting is the greatest good and the highest peak of humanity. Kim exploded into the woman, throbbing and thrusting for longer than he ever had before. She cried out in her own orgasm, taking pleasure in his pleasure and in what she had done for him.

Then, gently, she rose, folded Kim's loincloth across his lap, wrapped her own sari around her smooth and beautiful body, and softly departed. Kim fell into a satisfied and regenerating sleep.

He awoke to find the Babu bending over him. "By Jove, Mr. O'Hara, I am jolly glad skilled woman has treated your lingam as it deserves. You have done a mighty departmental service with the five kings and the Russians and deserve more than ofeecial reward. Mahbub Ali will enjoy when I tell him of it."

Thus satisfied, in his body, in his mind, and in the approbation of his peers which is over all else, Kim rose and went in search of his Lama.



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The Innocents Abroad

For months the Great Pleasure Excursion to Europe and the Holy Land was chatted about in the newspapers. Its like had not been thought of before. It was to be a picnic on a gigantic scale. The participants were to sail away in a great steamship with flags flying and take a royal holiday in many a strange clime and land renowned in history!

What was there about lacking in that program? Nothing, that any finite mind could discover, except one question. I was a young man, and of course the thought occurred to my mind, "Will I lack for female companionship on this expedition?" I therefore made inquiries, and was gratified to learn that the passenger list composed three ministers of the gospel, several military and naval chieftains, eight doctors, sixteen ladies of various ages, and also the daughters of four of the above ranging in age from eighteen to twenty-one. Thinking that among such a selection of fair ones I should surely find the adventure a young man desires, I promptly booked passage.

The vessel was appointed to sail on a Saturday early in June. I reached the ship and found all bustle and confusion. I waited my time, and soon seeing a family with a young daughter approaching, managed to be standing at the bottom of the gangway just in time to offer to take her valise and give her my arm as we went on board. This of course, led to introductions and an invitation from her papa to dine with them soon. Slipping away, I made my way back ashore and performed the same gallant maneuver with the other three young ladies as they boarded the ship also. They were a well assorted lot, and of them all a certain Miss Mary T. caught my attention by her coquettish ways, and also by the elegant fashion in which I found her firm young boob pressing my arm as we climbed aboard. I made a mental note to pay more attention to Miss Mary.

We weighed anchor, and went to sea. I thought that never was such gladness in the air before, such brightness in the sun, such beauty in the sea. As we left the harbor, I decided to promenade around the deck. It was breezy and pleasant, but the sea was very rough. One could not promenade without risking his neck. One's safest course, that day, was to clasp a railing and hang on; walking was too precarious a pastime. As I was engaging in this prudent conduct, comfortably ensconced against a pillar and holding hard to the rail, I was gratified to behold Miss Mary T. also attempting to make a promenade. Just as she approached me, the ship was taking deadly aim at the sun with its bowsprit, and the next moment it was trying to harpoon a shark in the bottom of the ocean.

By means of a happy accident I was able to place myself in such a manner as to be able to render aid to Miss Mary just as the ship pitched. In honest fact, the tossing precipitated her bodily into my arms. With a little gasp, she threw her arms around my neck to steady herself. This was well enough in itself, but after the immediate danger was over, she pressed her body even closer to mine, holding tight around my neck and rubbing her tits and groin against me in a most personal way.

Without preliminary, she breathlessly whispered in my ear, "Mama and papa have a date to play whist after dinner. Come to my cabin when the card players begin their evening." Nothing could have been more warming to my heart, not to say raising to my cock. I replied, "I shall be delighted." and then, in a louder voice, "Permit me now to escort you below?"

She nodded so I took the liberty of placing my arm around her waist, lest there should be another sudden movement of the ship, and together we proceeded to her family's cabin. She made sure that I knew the cabin number and the deck, and then showed me an intricate little knock that I could use to identify myself. Allowing me to caress her tits gently in farewell, she slipped inside, looking back with a smile that was full of the promise of further delights.

This was shaping up to be a delightful voyage in every way. It was with a glad heart that I listened to the dinner bell ring at six that evening. By seven o'clock dinner was about over; an hours promenade on the upper deck followed, and each time around as I encountered the lovely Miss Mary and her patriarchal father and antediluvian mother I bowed gently. My loins quivered each time she smiled and dimpled as she curtsied in return, her low cut gown providing a gentle glimpse at the rounded tops of her boobs. I dared show no further interest, however, under Mama's stern gaze. Soon the gong sounded and most of the passengers returned to the large saloon for cards. I loitered around the door until I saw that Mama and Papa T. were well into their game, and then silently slipped out of the room.

The motion of the ship had again increased, and I stumbled down the passage like a drunken man. I attribute that solely to the deck rising and falling under my feet, and would not admit to a giddiness at the thought of Miss Mary awaiting me in her cabin. Learned men may disagree but I am sticking to that story. I sounded the intricate triple rap she had taught me, my cock twitching in my trousers as I did. The door opened just a slit and I saw her merry eyes, one of them closed in a teasing wink. The door opened a bit more and a slim bare arm reached out and quickly drew me inside. Behind me the door clicked shut. Before me, to my amazement, I beheld the lovely Miss Mary, not in the voluminous gown which was her common dress aboard, not even in her shift or petticoats. Her body was wrapped only in a linen sheet from the bunk, pulled tight over her tits and leaving her white shoulders bare.

Just then the ship decided to sink away from under us, and the motion impelled this soft body directly into my arms. She clutched me tightly, pressing against me under the thin sheet, and as the ship righted herself, she giggled and began to unbutton my waistcoat. My shirt swiftly followed and as it fell to the floor, so did the sheet covering that delicious body. I felt her naked tits press into my bare chest, the nipples hard with excitement, and softly rub back and forth. No true gentleman could fail to salute such a grand display, and of course my hands were soon busy entertaining those soft mounds.

By this time my cock was threatening to pop the buttons of my trousers. Gently those soft hands rubbed over it and then began to work on the buttons. She showed a delightful talent in this direction and rapidly lowered my trousers over my knees. I was happy to remember that I had felicitously chosen clean cotton drawers this morning as she quickly dispatched them also. Now my manly shaft stood out like the flagpole on a steamboat, and she dropped to her knees before me and proceeded to her work with a will.

I threw back my head and moaned gently as those soft lips worked their way around the head of my dick, and then slowly sucked it into her mouth. I had often seen from the pilot house on the Mississippi the great cylinder heads working up and down as the engines were fired, and it was with equal satisfaction that I watched the head of this girl work up and down on my cock. I felt the same feeling of proprietorship in that cock as I had felt in the steamboat plowing down the middle of the river. Faster and faster she went, and it was not long before I had a full head of steam and was moving mightily toward the quay.

But now the ship took to rocking again, and the whole operation took on a new aspect. Just as I would thrust my cock toward her throat, that blasted ship would decide to roll the other way and I would find myself dangling in space. She would try to get her lips back around it, and the ship would toss its head another direction and she might miss entirely. This was disconcerting, to say the least, and I cursed old Neptune in my head again and again. Just as I would begin to drive deeply with the greatest pleasure, he would toss the ship again and leave my bowsprit pointing as high in the heavens as the ship's was.

Finally we concluded to give this operation up as a dry well, and I pushed Miss Mary back onto the bunk. This proved to be a more stable platform, merely rocking back and forth with the ship. Carefully spreading her white thighs, I took a careful sighting on the wet pink pussy there and plunged my shaft toward it. Alas, just then old Neptune shook his trident again and I wound up driving a furrow along her thigh and into the long grass.

She was no less disconcerted than I, and endeavored to correct the situation. Her hips heaved up to capture my shaft, and with great good luck so did the ship. I plunged into the warm wetness, and gave a sigh of satisfaction. Now we began to learn in earnest to take advantage of the motion of the ship, and let it control the speed and depth of motion we shared. The ship pressed up and drove her pussy against my shaft and I heaved. Then the ship decided to drop down over a wave, and my dick slid almost out of its goal. Again the ship rose up and again I plunged my cock deep into her cunt, and again pulled out as the ship tossed.

We kept up this uneven contest with the elements for some time, and by letting the ship win the battle soon were racing toward our climaxes. Together we pressed together and let the ship rock us, producing the most delightful feelings of pleasure. Finally the ship gave one great upward pitch and then dived down to the bottom of the sea, and my cock penetrated far into her wet depths and both of us cried out as we came together. Then locked in a deep embrace we let the ship rock us back and forth as we relaxed.

Eventually the time came to leave. I searched for my clothes about the room, scattered here and there by our hurry to come together and the assistance of the ship tossing about as we had thrown them around the stateroom. I managed to make something of a toilet, although I fear my waistcoat was seriously awry and the buttons far from their proper places. With one final warm embrace, I slid open the stateroom door and emerged into the corridor.

To my amazement, I had not taken two steps before I beheld coming down the passage none other than the patriarch and the whale. Shuffling toward them with downcast eyes, with quaking heart I heard him say, "Why, what the devil are you doing here, youngster? Ain't your cabin on the other deck?" 

Of course I had no lie ready, and in those circumstances a man is at a disadvantage. It is always best to prepare your lies ahead of time, and then they rip right out easily. But when you haven't had time to think it over, they seem to stick in your throat and not want to slide out. I stammered and muttered something about being confused with the weather, and the ship rocking sending me astray. Just then, to my gratification, she gave a good heavy lurch and all of us were forced to grab a rail. Thinking furiously I allowed this lurch to propel me a good way down the passage, and thus escaped from the glaring parents. I breathed a silent prayer that my pretty companion had managed to put the sheets back on the bed and hide her delicious body under them before being surprised.

Thus the time passed merrily while at sea. I learned that two of the girls aboard the ship were of strict religious denominations and spent their after dinner hours in the chapel in prayer. But Miss Mary and one other girl were decidedly of different persuasions and were glad to welcome myself, and several other of the young men aboard, to participate in their after dinner services. The comradeship thus constituted among the young folk was very close and the older passengers were heard often to comment what fine flowers of American youth we all were as we sported on deck during the day. No doubt some of them wondered where certain of our number were after dinner, but they were too much engaged in either church services or whist to inquire too deeply.

It seemed that but little time passed in this desirable fashion before excitement spread through the ship as we neared the continent of Europe. Very soon we steamed into the great city of Marseilles, near to nightfall. My friend Dan and I contracted with a waterman for the privilege of using his boat as a bridge, and set foot in France! Of course, the first thing we wanted to do was to see the notorious Can-Can dancers. We approached a young man standing under a lamppost, smoking a French cigarette which by its smell seemed to be made of horse dung scraped off the streets. Dan confidentially approached him and said, "Pardon, Monsewer, noos vooloons vwar le danse du can can?" 

The young man looked perplexed. As all Americans do when speaking to foreigners, Dan raised his voice and shouted at the young man, "Monsewer, noos avons lee deesire oo lee dansoos du lee can can!" Again, there was no response but a perplexed look.

Dan was becoming annoyed. "Blast it, man, don't you understand perfectly good French?" he cried.

The young man dropped his vile cigarette and said, "Blimey, mate, why didn't you speak English at first? I don't understand any of your buggered French!"

It developing that our new acquaintance was a member of Her Majesty's Navy on shore leave, we promptly hailed each other as warm friends, based on our shared language in this strange land. Finding that the sailor had the same intentions that we did, we proceed to search for some low dive where the notorious can can might be displayed. Sudden a domed and filigreed white temple appeared to our view. Seeing no other place more likely to gratify our desires, we took a chance on this one. Within it was a drinking saloon and all around it a broad platform for the dancers. Twenty sets formed, the music struck up, and then -- I placed my hands before my face for very shame. But I looked through my fingers. This is the can can. The idea of it is to dance as wildly as you can, and if you are a woman, expose yourself as much as possible.

The girls grasped their dresses with both hands, raised them pretty high, danced an extraordinary jig that had more exposure about than any jig I ever saw, and then launched a vicious kick. Their silk bloomers were on display for the edification of all in the audience. Then they turned their backs and flipped their dresses up so that their underpinnings in that area were on full display, tantalizingly pulled tight across their pretty little butts. Well, this show was good enough for my custom anytime. But then alarming things began to happen.

First, the girls partners seemed to be wanting to fondle the soft material over their chests, but then as the drums came to a great roll, they pulled their hands away and there seemed to be some sort of a wardrobe malfunction. Every one of those unfortunate girls lost the top of her dress, bringing out a display of feminine boobs such as I had never had the joy to observe before. Now they were dancing and kicking in a way that had never been seen on earth since Tam O'Shanter saw the witches and goblins at their orgies outside the wee kirk. Their boobs bounced and their butts wiggled.

I whispered to Dan, "Should we leave?" That is, I thought about whispering that to Dan. I had every intention of whispering that to Dan. But somehow what came out was, "We have to see what comes next." 

I know Dan intended to respond, "Of course we should leave," but what he actually whispered was, "We sure do!"

Well, after kicking and wiggling her tits some more, each of the girls turned to face her partner and spread her legs wide. The men then slid right under the girls skirts. As if that was not enough to bring a blush to any right minded observer, as the men emerged from under the skirts it could be seen that each waved a silky pair of bloomers in the air! The girls shrieked, but then they began to lift their skirts again, showing bare legs and a glimpse of more above them. They turned their backs and flipped up their skirts, and we were presented with an array of glorious moons as big and round as any I ever saw over the Mississippi on a dark night. Then they turned around again, raised their skirts high, and started to kick. 

Now we truly saw a spectacle, as each girl presented a somewhat different aspect. Some were dark, with heavy pubic hair over pink pussy lips. Others were blonde with light sparse hair and cunts that were almost white. There was one flaming redhead who duplicated that feature over her pussy and presented an amazing spectacle. As they kicked their pussies opened and closed in unison and they continued to shriek in delight.

This, then, was the notorious Can-Can. Dan and I looked at each other, and our minds had but a single thought. If the can-can was such a success, how much more so must be the famous French filles de joie? But where were to find these flowers of delight? Dan nudge me, and pointed to our Naval associate. With the unerring instinct that men of his profession seem to possess, he had clearly taken aim on his objective near the far wall, and was in the process even now of boarding her. A number of her sister ships sailed the same course, so Dan and I turned our compasses in that direction.

Neither Dan nor I seemed to be of a mind to essay another voyage into the French language, so we simply approached the girls jingling a few pieces of American gold specie in our hands. The filles seemed well acquainted with this method of communication, and we speedily concluded our agreements, I with a delightful little girl of pale skin and blonde hair, with white tits spilling out the front of her chemise, whose name was Marie, and Dan with a somewhat larger girl of dark hair and face, whose bountiful boobs seemed ready to burst their container. She was called Celeste.

Led by the filles de joie, we ascended a stairway into the upper hallway. Naturally we had expected to be led to separate chambers, but the girls giggled and opened the door to one large room equipped with two bedsteads. Pushing me down on one, and Dan on the other, they astonished us by beginning a show that we had not expected to be part of our contract.

First delicately holding each other by the waist, they gently kissed, and then pulling closer together in passionate embrace, impaled their tongues into each others mouths and were soon deep kissing and rubbing their tits against each other in a most exciting way. Soon Marie turned her back to her colleague, and was speedily disencumbered of her dress and petticoat, leaving her in bloomers and a black corset. Celeste's hands roamed over her soft shoulders, down to the silky fabric over her ass and legs, and up into the space where the silk covered her pussy. Then the positions were reversed and Celeste was as swiftly divested of her dress. Her corset was brilliant red and pushed her delicious boobs up to the point of almost spilling out. She turned and Marie kissed her all over from the shoulders and neck down into that deep cleavage. Then skillfully Marie opened the clasps of the corset and let it fall to the floor, thus presenting Celeste's large boobs and hard nipples to our view. As Marie caressed those soft globes, I could feel my cock straining against my trousers, and looking at the other bed observed manifestations in Dan's lower regions which indicated he shared the experience.

Now Marie's corset was removed, and her small pink nipples were sought by Celeste's mouth. Sucking gently, she clearly brought pleasure to Marie, who cast back her head and moaned softly. Celeste's hand again sought the soft place between Marie's legs and we could see the dampness spreading over the fabric. Putting her hand inside the bloomers, Celeste skillfully pulled them down so that she could caress Marie's pussy. At first she probed softly into the pink lips under the blond hair, but then with more and more force and swiftness. Marie's hips moved toward her hand and rotated slowly.

Now Celeste turned around again, and Marie was able to drop her corset and reach around her to grasp her large boobs and squeeze the dark nipples. Then Marie slid her hands down the others ass and pulled her bloomers off. As this happened my hand seemed to develop a mind of its own and crept toward my crotch, following old habits. I was forced to speak sternly to it, and demand that it retire from its objective and leave that to the ladies now before us. It is well when traveling to learn new ways from the inhabitants of the land.




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Now the darker girl leaned over the bed, thus presenting her large ass prominently, with the lips of her pussy visible between her legs. Marie knelt and spread the legs well apart so that her tongue could do its office in the wet depths of that pussy. I could see Dan beginning to squirm on the other bed and well knew the cause as my own cock was now throbbing.

The girls separated and each approached one of us. My blonde girl dropped to her knees and began undoing my trouser buttons. Immediately that she did so, my cock popped out ready for action. Without losing time she greedily sucked it into her mouth and began working up and down. This girl was clearly experienced in all that we in America had wisely called the French approach. As she worked on me, twisting her tongue around the sensitive tip of my dick, then drawing it deep into her mouth, I glanced at the other bed to see my friend Dan receiving the same treatment.

Now my pants were completely removed and then my shirt was also. The girl returned her mouth to my cock, and then the other girl approached me, dropped to her knees and began alternating strokes on my wet organ. Dan, however, was not left alone. Marie shifted slightly so her ass was presented to him and he was easily able to stroke his dick up and down in the crack thereof as she worked on my cock.

Soon the situation was reversed, as the two of them sucked Dan's cock and I found my cock comfortably moving up and down between the cheeks of Celeste's ass. This pretty game went on for some time, as now I caressed tits while Dan stroked asses, again Dan rubbed pussies as I received lips, then my cock was stroked by four hands while Dan squeezed boobs. After a while, I could feel my climax building and knew that Dan was close to his. 

Then each of us pulled our girl into our lap, letting her push her wet pussy down on our upright shafts. I could only concentrate on what Marie was doing to me. Now she wiggled beautifully, working up and down slowly as she rotated her hips. Now she pressed deep, and I pulled her ass close to mine and probed as far into her as I could. Now she teasingly pulled up to the very tip of my cock, hovered there for a second and then greedily received it all back into her pussy. I climbed to the very peak of excitement, and then grabbing her ass pulled her down on my shaft as I expelled all my juice into her.

I lay back exhausted, and by sounds from the other bed concluded that Dan was doing the same. Having had our full satisfaction of our first night in France, we dressed and returned to the quay, where the same boatman cast us knowing looks as he took us back to the Quaker City.

These remarkable travels continued, one destination succeeding another and each more satisfying to our eyes, more remarkable to our ears, and more stimulating to our cocks. We visited Versailles, and the young ladies in period costumes, with their boobs spilling out of the second story of their gowns, served us well. Seeing Dan and I trailing behind the group, they motioned us into a room which was shut off with a velvet rope. Here we were allowed to observe magnificent decorations not shown to the general public.

The ceiling of this room was covered with the most magnificent paintings and sculptural decorations, all covered in gilt and depicting scenes of debauchery among the gods of Olympus. I had ample time to study it to my satisfaction, since I threw my head back to observe it while the well endowed hostess was giving me a tit job down below. Swiftly dropping my pants, she proceeded to surround my cock with those luscious melons, so unlike any found in any garden patch in my native Hannibal. As my dick slid up and down in that softness, I contemplated the work of the old masters above me and the work of this young mistress down below. I do believe it was one of the most satisfying times I have spent in any company. 

This artistic afternoon ended with Dan and I demonstrating to the young ladies the outstanding relief work done my American artists, principally how they depicted the glorious American bird on a couple of gold coins. It is rare that we run into ladies so young and beautiful who have such a truly transcendent appreciation of the finer elements of art.

In Italy we had the opportunity to observe the famous painting of the Last Supper. It is painted on the dilapidated wall of a little chapel in a small Italian village. There were a dozen artists in the room, copying the masterpiece. I could not help noticing how superior the copies were to the original. Yet people stand entranced and exclaim, "Oh, wonderful!" "Such expression!" "Such grace!" "Such delicacy!" thus apostrophizing wonders and beauties which had faded out of the picture and gone a hundred years before they were born.

To my amazement, even my honest friend Dan seemed to fall under the mysterious spell of the Old Masters. There he was, in front of the painting exclaiming, "What beauty!" "What grace!" and all the rest. I was about to leave in sorrow when I realized that Dan was not looking at the painting at all, but at a pair of smiling Italian girls who dimpled prettily at his compliments. Now this was something like! Here was expression and delicacy, unmarred by the dust of ages and flaking paint.

As a result of Dan's giving them the eye, these two girls approached us directly. In fact I promptly found myself backed against the wall while one of these beauties ran her hand over my crotch. "Cazzo,"she murmured in a soft voice, and then added, "figa".

The Italians are a wonderfully direct people. If we said "pasta," straightaway we got pasta. If we called for "vino," our glass was filled before the echoes died. And when a girl asks for "cazzo," she will surely get "cazzo" enough. Cazzo means cock, lots of it. Cazzo is the way it is spelled but the much more impressive pronunciation is caht-zo, which has the proper impact, I think. The Italians always speak better than they spell. I was gratified to have this chance of enlarging my vocabulary. 

The English language is a marvelous tongue, capable of making such fine distinctions as between the lightning and the lightning bug. But it seems to suffer from a paucity of descriptions of the male organ. After we use the correct penis, we are left with cock or prick, the less impressive dick, or the childish willy. Therefore to add that wonderful Italian CAHT-zo to my word choices was heartwarming indeed. To find that the utterance of this word led to demonstrative use of it was even more warming.

Gently she pulled me through a curtained doorway, and shortly Dan and his girl followed us. Both of them quickly dropped their clothes and lay down on the blankets where were resting there. Spreading their legs, they repeated the word, "figa." Suddenly I grasped the significance of the sign we had seen on the streets, small boys thrusting their thumb between their fingers and crying "figa" at us. This was something like. Dan and I both plunged our ready cazzos into those figas and had a most lively exercise in the use of the Italian language.

Shortly after leaving Italy, we hove to in Constantinople, city on the Bosporus. Of course we had to take the sail to the Golden Horn along with the rest of our shipmates. The city is an imposing one, and has many monuments and adornments worthy of contemplation. It also has many beautiful women who like to take a sail in the middle of the day to cool themselves. They are all comely of countenance, and exceedingly neat and clean. They are very sociable, and will smile back when a stranger smiles at them. One of them, in particular, seemed more than willing to hold a little conversation with me. I could not talk anything but American, and this girl knew not a word, but we got along swimmingly.

Soon she pulled me down below decks, where she seemed to know her way very well. There was a little curtained alcove there that we entered. I was delighted to see a broad window, looking out on the water. I felt very much at home here due to my years on the Mississippi, which is about as wide as the Bosporus is here. The young lady reclined on the bed and with a look invited me to join her. Shortly I found that the attractions displayed here had provided me with a proper leadsman's pole to sound the depths of this body of water. As she reclined on the bed and spread her legs, I proceeded to cast it in the warm wet depths and sound them.

I pushed my pole down and heard in my mind the old leadsman's cry of "four and a half!" I wanted a better sounding than that, so I shoved it in some more until the cry was, "eight!" This was still not enough. In my youth I had adopted a pen name, and I was waiting for that. Deeper into the warm wet pussy I probed, and as she twisted her hips I was satisfied that the depth of "Mark Twa-a-a-a-i-i-i-n" had been reached. Going down to the second mark means clear water and good sailing so I came forward on the engines with full speed ahead. The pistons stroked and stroked and she was keeping right up with me. I sighted my destination with the glass and aimed straight for it. A heave of the engines and she was over the reef and into deep water as I shot my charge into the warm wet hole. 

Many other ports, and many other delightful women followed. Taken by and large I think this sailing expedition was as jolly as anything I had ever tried. In every port we found women who were complaisant and welcoming. Dan and I and a few of the other younger passengers were never without opportunities to dip our wicks. I am afraid that Miss Mary and the other girl on the ship began to wonder why they were not more attended. However, soon enough we turned from foreign climes and set our head back to New York.

It was really worth a kingdom to be at sea again. It was a relief to drop all anxiety, all questions as to where we should go, what we should do, how many girls we could fuck, and how they should be rewarded. Making these big decisions is enough to wear a man out. Now as we promenaded the deck, and Miss Mary T. passed gently by, displaying that white bosom as she curtseyed, foreign climes and foreign cunts were forgotten.

As the bell rang in the evening, and the old folks retired to the chapel or the cardroom, I would saunter down the passage to her cabin and rap my triple knock. The door would open, and I would be left to decide what kind of romp her agile mind had contrived for the evening. One night it might be a long slow blow job, another night a quick jump on my cock, and sometimes we played at doggy style on the bunk. The long days passed in promenades and dominos, and the nights were for recovering from these adventures, and so we made our head across the Atlantic to New York again.

The excursion is ended and has passed to its place among the things that were. But its various scenes and manifold dalliances will linger pleasantly in our memories for years to come. We shall remember pussy on the lower decks; pleasant filles de joie fucking us in France; girls of Milan capturing our cazzos; ramming the beautiful women of Constantinople; and of course, as I find I have neglected to mention, wetting our cocks in the very shadow of the Pyramids. But now we are travelers of the world, come home again with stiff cocks ready for the delights of American femininity.



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If Great Authors Wrote Porn #05 Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many scholarly theses have been written on the subject of Shakespearean bawdry. The Bard of Avon was no prude and sprinkled rude jokes through his plays for the edification of the audience in the pit. However, the majority of them are obscure to the modern reader because of changes in vulgar slang over the centuries. Herewith I offer my humble imagination of how he might write porn for the modern mind. I have no doubt it will be the subject of much criticism as even the original has over the centuries. 

ACT IScene I A Street in Venice.

(Enter ANTONIO and Bassanio, in conversation)

ANTONIOWell, tell me now what lady is the sameTo whom you swore a secret pilgrimage,To bring her pussy's sweetness soft to bedThat you to-day promised to tell me of?

BASSANIOOf all of men who chase the fairest flowerThat ever women hid between their legs,I owe the most, in money and in love,And from your love I have a warrantyTo unburden all my plots and purposesHow to get clear of all the debts I owe.

ANTONIOI pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it;And if it stand, as yet your cock still doesTo pierce the depth of this maid's pussy sweet,My purse, my person, my extremest means,Lie all unlock'd to your occasions.

BASSANIOIn Belmont is a lady richly left;And she is fair, and so doth have such boobs,Of wondrous virtue: sometimes from her eyesI did receive fair speechless messages:Her name is Portia, nothing undervaluedTo Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia:Nor is the wide world ignorant of her cunt,For the four winds blow in from every coastHard cocked suitors, and her sunny hairLies fair upon her pussy down below.O my Antonio, had I but the meansTo hold my cock along with one of them,I have a mind presages me such thrift,That I should questionless be fucking her anon!

ANTONIOThat shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost,To furnish thee to Portia's boobs and ass.Go, presently inquire, and so will I,Where money is, and I no question makeTo have it of my trust or for my sake.

(Exeunt)

SCENE II Portia's bedchamber

PORTIAThe length of a cock may be the measure of a man,But this reasoning is not in the fashion tochoose me a husband. O me, the word 'choose!' I mayneither choose which cock I like nor dislike;so is the will of a daughter's pussy curbedby the will of a dead father. Is it not hard,Yea, as hard as the cocks which do stand waiting for me,Jessica, that I cannot choose one nor refuse none?

JESSICAMy father Shylock is a Jew and a money-lender;And yet tween you and me true friendship grows.As our fathers were different so are we alike.My father is strict and allows me no cock to seek.Your father was ever virtuous; therefore the lottery,that his will devised in these three cloths of gold,silver and linen, whereof who chooses your pussyshall have thy troth. But those whose cocks drive them,these princely suitors that are already herethough here they have not yet come,what now, when do they hazard a choice?

PORTIAI pray thee, over-name them; and as thou namestthem, I will describe their rods; and, according to mydescription, level at my affection.

JESSICAFirst, there is the Moorish prince.

PORTIAAy, that's a colt indeed, for he doth nothing buttalk of his horse; and vaunts it about that he ise'en so hung himself. I am much afeard my lady hismother was fucked by a blacksmith.

JESSICAThen how likes thou the Count of Arragon?

PORTIAVery vilely in the morning, when he is sober, andmost vilely in the afternoon, when he is drunk: whenhe arises his shaft is hard and he doth piss it away, andwhen he is drunk it doth fall so low I cannot find it.He is little better than a beast:and the worst fall that ever fell, I hope I shallmake shift to not be fucked by him.

JESSICAIf he should offer to choose, and choose the rightcloth, you should refuse to perform your father'swill, if you should refuse to give him your cunt.

PORTIAIf I live to be as old as Sibylla, I will die aschaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the mannerof my father's will. Therefore, for fear of the worst,set a deep glass of rhenish wine on the contrary drape,for if the devil be within and that temptationwithout, I know he will choose it rather than my pussy.

JESSICAAnd Bassiano, he who makes the thirdTo lust to taste thy cunt juice, lady?

PORTIANow of the lot, methinks he pleases best,If only his prick does have the length ofthose lonesome shanks, and if only hispurse did have the length of his prick,then should I wish that he may endeavorto lift the cloth that doth my pussy hide.

(Enter a Serving-man)

How now! what news?

SERVANTTonight, Madam, they shall make their choices.

(Exit serving man)

PORTIASo tonight is my pussy to be displayed for allAnd hard cocks to make play to enter itBy this auction of choosing cloths.

(Exeunt)

SCENE III. Venice. A public place.

(Enter BASSANIO and SHYLOCK )

SHYLOCKThree thousand ducats; well.

BASSANIOAy, sir, for three months. For the which, as I told you, Antonio shall be bound.

SHYLOCKAntonio shall become bound; well.

BASSANIOMay you stead me? will you say me yes? shall Iknow your answer?

SHYLOCKAntonio is a good man. Oh, no, no, no, no: my meaning in saying he is agood man is to have you understand me that he issufficient. Three thousand ducats; I think I maytake his bond. I will be assured I may; and, that I may be assured,I will bethink me. May I speak with Antonio?

(Enter ANTONIO)

BASSANIOThis is Signior Antonio.

SHYLOCKThis kindness will I show.Go with me to a notary, seal me thereYour single bond; and, in a merry sport,If you repay me not on such a day,In such a place, such sum or sums as areExpress'd in the condition, let the forfeitBe nominated for an equal poundOf your fair flesh, to be cut off and takenFrom the very end of your fine Christian cock.

ANTONIOContent, i' faith: I'll seal to such a bondAnd say there is much kindness in the Jew.

BASSANIOYou shall not seal to such a bond for me:I'll rather dwell in my necessity.Portia's cunt spread on my couch I long to seeBut not so much to take thy cock from thee.

ANTONIOCome on: in this there can be no dismay;My ships come home a month before the day.And when my well filled ship lies at the dockHe shall never have his pound from off my cock.

(Exeunt)

ACT II

SCENE I Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.

(Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF MOROCCO and his train; JESSICA, and others attending )

MOROCCOMislike me not for my complexion,The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,To whom I am a neighbour and near bred.The best-regarded virgins of our climeHave loved it too: I would not change this hue,Except to steal the pussy of fair Portia.

JESSICAGo into the bedroom now and discoverThere several curtains, oh my noble prince.Now make your choice.

MOROCCOThe first, of gold, who this inscription bears,'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire;'The second, silver, which this promise carries,'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves;'This third, plain linen, with warning all as blunt,'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'How shall I know if I do choose the right?

JESSICAWell shall you know, my lord, by Portia's pussyfound behind the curtain. I doubt not you will know it.

MOROCCOWhat many men desire? Shall I try the gold?O sinful thought! Never so rich a gemWas set in worse than gold. They have in EnglandA coin that bears the figure of an angelStamped in gold, but that's insculp'd upon;Behind the cloth of gold, what I desire must lie.

JESSICAThere, open it, prince; and if her cunt is there,Then she is yours. Raise the cloth but as highas your girdle, and feel what doth ensue beneath.

(He raises the cloth of gold.)

MOROCCOWhat! Whose hands are these that grasping my crotchDo draw me under the cloth so fair? Forsooth, my tights are down,And my cock springs forth ready. Can she abide its length,its girth, its thrusting force? Soft around it I feel wet and warm.But hold, is this a pussy here? What tickles the tip of my rod,So like a busy tongue? Methinks behind the cloth of gold,Soft lips enwrap my cock and take it deep. No fair slit here,But a blow job strong is my reward. Ah, suck and suck,Fair maid, and with thy hands stroke the shaft even as thy mouthDoes take it deep and warm. And faster speed, upwards, down,Until I shoot my juices thus, Aha, I come! And so am spent.But now from soft hands a parchment's giv'n me. Now let me read.

(Reads)

"All that glitters is not gold;Often have you heard that told:Many a man his life hath soldBut a fair cunt to behold:But let soft lips your cock enfold.Had you been as wise as bold,Your answer had not been inscroll'd:Fare you well; your suit is cold."

(Pulling up his tights)

Cold, indeed; and labour lost:Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!Portia, adieu. I have too soft a prickTo take a tedious leave: thus losers part.

(Exit with his train. Flourish of cornets)

(The curtain opens and Portia, unclothed, looks out.)

PORTIAA gentle riddance. Draw the curtains, go.Let all of his complexion choose me so.

(Exeunt)

SCENE II. Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.

(Enter JESSICA to PORTIA, nude on the bed)

JESSICAQuick, quick, I pray thee; draw the curtain straight:The Prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,And comes to his election presently.

(Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF ARRAGON with his train)

JESSICABehold, there are the curtains, noble prince:If you choose that wherein her pussy lies,Straight shall you nuptial rites be solemnized:But if you fail, without more speech, my lord,You must be gone from hence immediately.

ARRAGON

Now to my heart's hope! Gold; silver; and linen white.'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'You shall look fairer, ere I give or hazard.What says the golden sheet? ha! let me see:'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.'What many men desire! that 'many' may be meantBy the fool multitude, that choose by show,I will not choose what many men desire,And rank me with the ass licking multitudes.Why, then to thee, thou silver curtain fair;Tell me once more what title thou dost bear:'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves:'I will take what I deserve. That curtain I will lift,For my cock throbs to feel what it deserves.

(He lifts the silver curtain)

Soft are the hands that pull my cock inside,Now it does find a place to rest also soft,But not so warm and wet that pussy it might be.I think her boobs do now enfold my shaft,And a tit job my reward 'neath silver cloth.Ay, there's the rub, between those soft mounds fair,And nipples hard do tickle the tip of my shaftWhile it works its way into that soft valley.Now rolls around, now thrusts, now throbs, and yet againMoves back and forth with pleasure in each nerve.Ay, hard grasp it and firmly press each boob,As I jerk forth and back and reach my peak.And now between soft tits I climb the height,And milky boobs appear from what I loose.So fine, so fair, so soft, but cunt they never be.I came, I looked, anon I came again, and lost.

What is here? A parchment. I shall read.

(Reads)

"I fear that thou did choose amiss.Some there be that titties kiss;Such have but a boob job's bliss:There be fools alive, I wis,Silver'd o'er; and so was this."

(Exeunt Arragon and train)

PORTIAThus hath the candle singed the moth.O, these deliberate fools! when they do choose,They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.

JESSICAThe ancient saying is no heresy,Hanging and screwing goes by destiny.

PORTIACome, draw the curtain, Jessica.

ACT III

SCENE I. Venice. A street.

(Enter SALANIO and SALARINO )

SALANIONow, what news on the Rialto?

SALARINOWhy, yet it lives there uncheck'd that Antonio hatha ship of rich lading wrecked on the narrow seas;And I fear with his ship being wrecked,So is his fortune lost and with it his cock also.Let me say 'amen' betimes, lest the devil cross myprayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.

(Enter SHYLOCK)

How now, Shylock! what news among the merchants?

SHYLOCKYou know, none so well, none so well as you, of mydaughter Jessica's flight. She has gone to Portiaso each may find some strange dick strong enoughto penetrate their virginities.

SALARINO(aside) And even now she makes the beast with two backswith that Gratiano who has stolen her pussy.

(To Shylock) But tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had anyloss at sea or no?

SHYLOCKThere I have another bad match: a bankrupt, aprodigal, who dare scarce show his head on theRialto; let him look to his cock: he was wont tocall me usurer; I shall call him as a woman cut.

SALARINO

Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not takehis dick: what's that good for?

SHYLOCKTo bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else,it will feed my revenge. He hates me because I am a Jew. Hathnot a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, a cock,dimensions, senses, passions? If you prick us, do we not bleed?If you jerk our dick, do we not come? and if you wrong us, shall we notrevenge? I shall go and fee me an officer; Iwill have the cock of him, if he forfeit; for, werehe out of Venice, I can make what merchandise Iwill.

(Exeunt)

SCENE II. Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.

(Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, JESSICA and Attendants )

BASSANIOLet me chooseFor as I am, my cock lives hard and throbs.But let me to my fortune and the curtains.

PORTIAAway, then! I spread my pussy 'hind one of them:If you do love me, you will find me out.Jessica and the rest, stand all aloof.Let music sound while he doth make his choice.

(exit Portia)

BASSANIOCloth of gold, and silver bright, and then of linen pure.Gold ornament is but the guiled shoreTo a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarfVeiling an Indian beauty's boobs; Therefore, thou gaudy gold,Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee;Nor none of thee, silver pale and common drudge'Tween man and maid: but thou, thou linen white,Which rather threatenest than dost promise aught,Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence;And here choose I; joy be the consequence!

(raises the linen curtain.)

What find I here? Fair Portia's slit indeed?Nay, I fear a beard I feel. Not Portia but a man?Though a youth's mouth may give a man his peak,Yet bearded elder never pleases my cock.But stay, what man hath a beard so soft and fine?Here between her legs the spider hath wovenA golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men.'Neath curly hairs I find two sweet lips,But set not like a mouth. Now do they kissand now they suck in my cock.Tis true warm wet depths I have found,And as I thrust my cock into this cuntI know that truly Portia I now fuck.Her hips she twists and holds my cock so tightI thrust in deep and do enjoy its rise.Moan, Portia, moan as I do swivven theeAnd now cry out as hard we come together.

(he falls exhausted across Portia's body)

But what writing she hands me now?

(reads)

"You that choose not by the view,Chance as fair and choose as true!Since this pussy falls to you,Be now content and seek no new,If you be well pleased with thisAnd thrust your cock thus for your bliss,Turn you where your lady isAnd claim her pussy with a kiss."

JESSICAMy lord and lady, it is now our time,That have stood by and seen you both well pleasured,To cry, good joy: good joy, my lord and lady!

GRATIANOMy lord Bassanio and my gentle lady,I wish you all fucking that you can wish;For I am sure that I do wish it too:And when your honours mean to solemnizeThe bargain of your faith, I do beseech you,Even at that time I may be married too.

BASSANIOWith all my heart, so thou canst get a wife.

GRATIANOI thank your lordship, you have got me one.My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours:You saw her pussy, I beheld her friend's;You fucked there, and as you did I fucked her here.No more pertains to me, my lord, than you.I got a promise of this fair one hereTo have her pussy, provided that your fortuneAchieved her friend's cunt so well.

BASSANIOOur feast shall be much honour'd in your marriage.

GRATIANOWe'll play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats.

PORTIABut if that's the game, Jessica, we must fuck often and well.I think that even now we must begin this race.

(Exeunt)

SCENE III A room in Portia's house

(Enter Portia and Bassiano, and Jessica and Gratiano, but partly dressed)

PORTIAWhat now, Jessica, I fear thy boobs do show throughthat scanty fabric that thou display. It makes me eventhink you have sported through the night.And truly, that cloth wound round his hipsdoth scarcely conceal the cock thou lovest.

JESSICAAnd thou, Portia, doth show thy lovely legs evenup until that nest of golden hair that he so loves.I think he has sported in fair pastures the whole night long,but now his prick is worn and used and not upstanding.

(enter a servant)

BASSIANOWhat, interrupt our sport? Hath thou no heart?

SERVANTI did, my lord;And I have reason for it. Signior AntonioCommends him to you.

(Gives Bassanio a letter. Bassiano reads.)

PORTIAThere are some shrewd contents in yon same paper,That steals the colour from Bassanio's cheek:

BASSIANOBut is it true, my man?Have Antonio's ventures fail'd? What, not one hit?

SERVANTNot one, my lord.And the Jew doth demand his bond, even his pound of fleshto be cut off from Antonio's long Christian cock.

JESSICAWhen I was with him I have heard him swearThat he would rather have Antonio's prickThan twenty times the value of the sum.It will go hard with poor Antonio.

PORTIAWhat sum owes he the Jew?

BASSANIOFor me three thousand ducats.

PORTIAWhat, no more?Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond;Double six thousand, and then treble that,Before a friend of this descriptionShall lose his dick through Bassanio's fault.O love, dispatch all business, and be gone!And Gratiano you must with him too.

BASSANIOSince I have your good leave to go away,I will make haste: but, till I come again,No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay,No pussy interposer 'twixt us twain,My cock will spurt itself only in thy cunt.Come, Gratiano, let us be dressed and off.

(Exeunt Bassiano and Gratiano)

PORTIACome on, Jessica; I have work in handThat you yet know not of: we'll see our husbandsBefore they think of us.

JESSICAShall they see us?

PORTIAThey shall, Jessica; but in such a habit,That they shall think we are accomplishedWith dicks we lack. I'll hold thee any wager,When we are both accoutred like young men,I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,And wear my stiff rod with the braver grace.




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(Exeunt)

ACT IV

SCENE I. Venice. A court of justice.

(Enter the DUKE, the Magnificoes, ANTONIO, BASSANIO, GRATIANO, and others )

DUKEWhat, is Antonio here?

ANTONIOReady, so please your grace.

DUKEGo one, and call the Jew into the court.

(Enter SHYLOCK)

DUKEMake room, and let him stand before our face.Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too,That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy maliceTo the last hour of act; and then 'tis thoughtThou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strangeThan is thy strange apparent cruelty.

BASSANIOFor thy three thousand ducats here is six.

SHYLOCKNay, not twenty will I take.The pound of prick, which I demand of him,Is dearly bought; 'tis mine and I will have it.If you deny me, fie upon your law!There is no force in the decrees of Venice.I stand for judgment: answer; shall I have it?

SERVANTMy Lord, a law clerk without would come in.

(Enter JESSICA, dressed like a lawyer's clerk, presenting a letter)

BASSANIO(aside)Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly?

SHYLOCK(aside)To cut the dangling cock from that bankrupt there.

DUKEThis letter from Padua doth commendA young and learned doctor to our court.Let him come in.

(Enter PORTIA, dressed like a doctor of laws)

You are welcome: take your place.Are you acquainted with the differenceThat holds this present question in the court?

PORTIAI am informed thoroughly of the cause.Which is the merchant here, and which the Jew?

DUKEAntonio and old Shylock, both stand forth.

PORTIAIs your name Shylock?

SHYLOCKShylock is my name.

PORTIAOf a strange nature is the suit you follow;Yet in such rule that the Venetian lawCannot impugn you as you do proceed.Merchant, your dick stands in his danger, does it not?

ANTONIOAy, so he says.

PORTIAThen must the Jew be merciful.

SHYLOCKOn what compulsion must I? tell me that.

PORTIAThe quality of mercy is not strain'd,It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath: it is twice blest,Just as our play at sex is doubly blest,It blesseth him that thrusts and her that takes:'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomesThe throned monarch better than his crown;His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,And his standing shaft shows yet his majesty abed.Then mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,Though justice be thy plea, consider mercy,But if thou follow, this strict court of VeniceMust needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant's dick.

SHYLOCKMy deeds upon my head! I crave the law,The penalty and forfeit of my bond.

PORTIAWhy, this bond is forfeit;And lawfully by this the Jew may claimA pound of flesh, to be by him taken nowFrom the end of the merchant's cock.The judgment given, Antonio you must disrobeand now prepare your cock for loss.

SHYLOCKO noble judge! O excellent young man!

BASSANIOAntonio, I am married to a wifeWhose pussy is as dear to me as life itself;But life itself, her cunt, and all the world,Are not with me esteem'd above thy life:I would lose all, ay, sacrifice them allHere to this devil, to deliver you.

PORTIAYour wife would give you little thanks for that,If she were by, to hear you make the offer.

GRATIANOI have a wife, whose tits and ass I love:I would she were in heaven, so she couldEntreat some power to change this currish Jew.

JESSICA'Tis well you offer it behind her back;The wish would make else an unquiet house.

PORTIAA pound of that same merchant's cock is thine:The court awards it, and the law doth give it.But tarry a little; there is something else.This bond doth give thee here no use of knife;The words expressly are 'a pound of flesh:'Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh;But well thou knowest that Jews are forbid to shedA Christian's blood with any weapon. Take thy poundFrom off his cock, but with no knife. I fear onlyThat thy own teeth may make the cut. Go thou downNow, suck thou down his dick, and take thy flesh.What, ope thy mouth, let him tickle thy throatWith its length, and then have thy bond.

GRATIANOO upright judge! Mark, Jew: O learned judge!

SHYLOCKIs that the law?

PORTIAThyself shalt see the act:For, as thou urgest justice, be assuredThou shalt have justice, more than thou desirest.

SHYLOCKNo such faggot can I be. A man's dick is no moreTo enter my mouth than the flesh of the pigWherein your God sent the myriad demons.I am o'ercome and cannot claim my bond.

(Exit)

GRATIANOO Jew! an upright judge, a learned judge!

DUKEAnd you, most learned doctor of the law,I am sorry that your leisure serves you not.Antonio, gratify this gentleman,For, in my mind, you are much bound to him.

(Exeunt Duke and his train)

BASSANIOMost worthy gentleman, I and my friendHave by your wisdom been this day acquittedOf grievous penalties; in lieu whereof,Three thousand ducats, due unto the Jew,We freely cope your courteous pains withal.

PORTIAHe is well paid that is well satisfied;And I, delivering you, am satisfiedAnd therein do account myself well paid:But this alone is what I now demand,Having saved thy cock I must see what I sav'd.

ANTONIOAnd you are that young man that doth love a cock?Ay, willingly, let my shaft stand forth to your eyes,For I have sported in this way oft myself.

(he drops his tights)

JESSICAAnd surely such a cock shall not stand alone,Though it rises full high even now.These other men must, as peacocks do,make display also in competitionwhile we do see which stands first.

(Bassiano and Gratiano drop their tights)

JESSICANow let me see, that which the Jew did notPrefer to do, was to suck a dick like those?Why such nicety, why such a pretenseWhen so hard and tall they stand?Come, my clerk, and let us essayWhat the usurer would not.

(Portia and Jessica advance upon the men)

BASSIANOHold, my lord. Though beardless youthYou and your friend both seem,and such pleasure is not denied by menWho know the joys that either sex can bringYet I have promised to my beauteous wifeThat only in her pussy will I comeAnd none other shall feel my cock's hard spurt.

GRATIANOAnd yet I too have faithful pledged to be,For my Jessica's soft wet warmth pleasesMy hardened cock so much that other ways I spurn.

(Portia and Jessica, laughing, drop their robes and stand naked)

PORTIAJessica, I did guess wrong and thou hast won the bet.Both our men did stand in truth to us, and did denytheir cocks the gentle mouths of youthto bring them to their peak. So now let usgive each his true reward and satisfaction.

JESSICAI grasp my Gratiano's dick, and shall start out to tug,and then in my soft wet mouth let it thrust,Ere it finish in the depths of my pussy.

PORTIAAnd I to Bassiano thus true, with pleasure to us both,His hard cock shall soothe my wet and pulsing cunt.But fear not Antonio, for that the cock you keptBy virtue of my legal argument forsoothShall have its use full soon. From that house nearbyWhich to some is named a nunnery,We have procured the finest courtesanSo that you may dip your wick at our expense.And thus shall all cry "satisfied" but yet the Jew.

FINIS



If Great Authors Wrote Porn #06



HIAWATHA'S WOOING
By SexyGeek with homage to
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The mighty hunter, Hiawatha,
Through the dark and gloomy forest, 
Sought his prey and shot his arrows,
Brought the meat to old Nokomis
By the shores of Gitchee-Gumee,
By the shining big sea water.
All the tribe knew of his prowess,
Recognized the mighty hunter.
And when Hiawatha's hunting
full of meat had filled the storehouse,
then he turned to other pleasure.

Of the women in the village
Hiawatha could call to him
Any one which caught his fancy
For they all knew of his talent
In the bed as well as hunting.
Mighty stood his cock at evening,
Strong his strokes again at sunrise, 
All the day it rose up ready,
And throughout his lusty screwing
many maidens felt orgasms.

As the little Wah-wah-tay-see,
As the fire fly, shining insect,
flashes always in a new place,
So the cock of Hiawatha
Mighty organ to fill pussies,
Moved among the village women,
Giving pleasure to a new cunt
Every time he sunk it deeply.
But even as he took his pleasure,
Every time he sucked a nipple, 
Every clit that felt his licking,
Every pussy brought to climax,
His thoughts turned yet into the distance,
dreaming still of Minnehaha, 
of the lovely Laughing Water
in the land of the Dacotahs.

“Wed a maiden of your people,”
warning said the old Nokomis,
“Are there not some beauteous boobies
and fine pussies in our village?
Like a fire upon the hearth stone
Is the screwing of a neighbor.”

And then Hiawatha answered,
“All the pussies of our people
To my cock have yielded nicely
And my thrusting have enfolded
'Til my climax filled within them.
Fine these cunts are to my member
Fine its hardness deep within them.
But yet my thoughts turn from their wetness
To the beauteous Minnehaha
Laughing Waters of the Dacotah,
Most beautiful of all the women,
Sexiest of all the women.

“Tits she has of rounded beauty, 
Soft as the plump grouse Mushkoda'sa,
Soft and yielding to my fingers.
Nipples on them grow up strongly
As Miskodeed sprouts in springtime,
The Spring-Beauty flower which rises
Above the snow drifts, standing proudly,
As they stiffen, pretty nipples,
When my tongue does roll around them.
Ah, the softness of her belly
and below it full of beauty
The soft fur upon her pussy, 
Soft as skin of  Adjidau'mo,
Like the fur of little red squirrel.
Then the pink lips of her pussy
Flash below it, calling, tempting,
And my cock springs into hardness
Thinking now of Laughing Waters,
Yearning for my Minnehaha.
To the land of the Dacotah
I must go and heed her calling.”

Then departed Hiawatha
To the land of the Dacotah,
To the land of lusty women;
And he journeyed without resting
Til he heard the water falling,
Heard the Falls of Minnehaha
Calling his cock through the silence.
In the water she stood laughing,
She stood naked in the water,
Waiting for her Hiawatha.
Down the water poured upon her,
O'er her shoulders gleaming naked,
Down it rippled cross her titties,
Rolling wild around her nipples,
Bringing them to full erection
So they stood in hardened glory.
Then the water crossed her belly,
Rippling over gentle roundness,
And found the soft hair of her pussy,
Gently wetted mound that lay there
And then trickled past the soft lips
Swelling now as there she waited
For Hiawatha's hard cock coming.

With soft hands she rubbed her boobies,
Teased her nipples into hardness,
Squeezed them there for her excitement.
Then her fingers sought the softness
Of her slit between her soft thighs
And rubbed its soft pink wetness.
Round her clit she traced a circle,
Hard her hips thrust as she rubbed it,
Soft she moaned and closed her eyes tight.
But before she reached her climax,
Round her waist she felt his strong arms,
Mighty muscles folded round her,
Reaching forth to grab her titties,
Squeezing hard her standing nipples.
Startled, turned then Minnehaha
To behold her Hiawatha.
Into his strong arms she melted,
Pressing close her naked body
To the strong chest of her lover.
Hiawatha reached behind her,
Pressed her soft ass toward his body,
Pulled her tight against his manhood.
Softly in her ear he whispered,
“Lead me now unto your father.”
With a final press against him,
Minnehaha drew him shoreward,
Donned the dress she had forsaken,
Turned unto her father's wigwam.

There sat the ancient arrow-maker
of the land of the Dacotah.
Of the past the old man's thoughts were,
And the maiden's of the future.
How she longed for Hiawatha,
How she wanted strong hands on her,
How she dreamed his cock was throbbing
in her virgin dripping pussy.
And Hiawatha's thoughts the same were,
Of his hardened member thrusting
Deep in Minnehaha's vessel,
Of his semen spurting from it
Filling her with new life starting,
Giving her Hiawatha's future.

To the ancient arrow-maker
in the land of the Dacotah
Hiawatha gave his presents.
Skins of Kenabeek the serpent,
Made for showy decoration
of the clothing of a leader;
Mahnahbe'zee yielded feathers,
White swan feathers for a headdress
Fitting a chief of the Dacotah;
Skin of Ahmeek, soft and warming,
From the beaver of the waters
For a bed old men can dream in;
A new Chemaun, made of birchwood,
A fine canoe to ply the river;
Dried meat in plenty, flesh of Ahdeek,
Reindeer jerky for his eating;
These and many gifts of richness
Hiawatha gave for Minnehaha,
Gave for soft and rounded titties,
Gave for ass of glorious beauty,
Gave for pussy like a flower's bloom,
Waiting for his shaft to enter.

So with the arrow-makers pleasure
Hiawatha took the maiden,
Took the beauteous Laughing Waters
From the land of the Dacotah
To the shores of Gitchee-Gumee,
To the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
“Now,” said mighty Hiawatha,
Let a feast be made and ready,
Let the hunters bring their bounty,
Let the women tend their cookpots,
Let the beer be brewed and heady,
Let us honor Minnehaha!”

For seven days the tribe made ready,
And seven nights did Hiawatha
Pass outside Nokomis' wigwam
As in the dark his Minnehaha
Was watched well by the old woman.
Mighty cock and virgin pussy,
Each of them yearned to the other,
Hiawatha and Minnehaha,
Each of them dreamt dreams of coupling,
But not yet they came together.

Hiawatha, on his pallet,
Felt his cock grow to full hardness,
Felt his dick throb for her pussy,
Felt it seeking to reach climax.
But no soft pussy was around it,
Only his hand had Hiawatha, 
So he jerked his hungry member,
Rubbed it softly, teased it gently,
Rolled his thumb around the opening,
Pulled it faster, pulled it harder,
Dreaming of his Minnehaha,
Thinking of her soft wet pussy.
Harder, harder, now he rubbed it,
Til it spurted on his bedroll,
Til his sperm flowed forth all milky.
Then all sated did Hiawatha
Fall asleep outside the wigwam.

Minnehaha lay down restless,
Thinking of her Hiawatha,
Dreaming of his hardening member
Deep inside her soaking pussy.
She listened to the old Nokomis
Til the woman's softened breathing
Told the maid that she was sleeping.
Then so softly Minnehaha
Stole her hand beneath the covers,
Ran it over her soft belly,
Let it travel to her round mound,
Let it linger on the soft fur
Lying just above her pussy.
Then she gently ran a finger
Down her slit which opened gladly
To feel the gentle stimulation
of Minnehaha's masturbation.
Round and round she moved her fingers,
Sought the hardened bump of pleasure,
Ran them down around her hard clit,
Rubbed it softly and then faster
Until with pleasure she moaned gently.
Careful not to wake Nokomis,
Thinking of her Hiawatha,
Higher she rose in her excitement
And her hips rolled in their pleasure.
Gently now she sought her wet cunt,
Putting her two fingers in it,
Pressing lightly but not deeply,
Touching not her maiden's glory,
Her maidenhead for Hiawatha.
Fast she rubbed, and with fast breathing
She was rushing to her climax.
With a smothered gasp she reached it,
Felt the waves of pleasure rippling
Cross her wet and throbbing pussy.
Then, like the waiting Hiawatha,
All alone slipped into dreaming.
Thus the separated lovers
Spent the week before their wedding.

HIAWATHA'S DANCING

On the day before their wedding
Came the dancer, Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Greatest friend of Hiawatha,
Took the hand of Hiawatha,
Led him off into the forest.
There the friends of Hiawatha 
Waited for him to give him honor,
With much dancing for his honor,
For his cock they gave him honor.
Pounding drums set forth the dancing
And the men danced in the forest,
Danced until their heads were pounding
Like the drums played in the forest.
Then unto them came the women,
Came the most beauteous of the women,
Came to dance for Hiawatha,
Naked came into the forest,
Naked danced for Hiawatha
One last dance for Hiawatha.
Their oiled bodies to the rhythm
Of the drums they turned and twisted
Swinging titties, moving asses,
Thrusting pussies for Hiawatha.
The men watching felt their hard cocks
Throb with lust for dancing women.

To the great hunter came the women, 
To Hiawatha naked bodies,
Rubbed boobs on his hard chest muscles,
Rubbed their pussies on his hard thighs
Pulled his loincloth off his body.
Then his mighty member sprang forth
And the women gasped with pleasure,
Seized his dick and stroked with soft hands,
Rubbed his cock for his arousal.
To her knees then fell the boldest,
Knelt in front of Hiawatha,
And drew his cock between her titties,
Placed it in the soft warm cleavage,
Rubbed it softly with her titties.
Hiawatha put his hand out
to the second of the women
With her large soft bouncing boobies
And pulled one to his waiting lips,
Sucked the nipple in his warm lips,
Sucked and pulled upon the nipple.
His other hand he thrust forward
And opening then another's soft thighs,
Felt for the soft and dripping pussy,
Deep into the waiting pussy,
Wet his fingers dipped into it.
On his cock he now felt soft lips,
In her mouth he thrust his hardness,
Let her suck him for his pleasure
As the warriors clapped and shouted.
With excitement Hiawatha
Felt that blowjob on his hard cock,
Sucked with lust on hardened nipple,
Thrust his fingers in that wet cunt.

Then the women changed position,
Sat Hiawatha on a blanket,
New pleasures to give Hiawatha.
One pushed her ass against his peter,
Rubbed his dick between the soft cheeks,
Twisted her butt to rub his hard cock.
Another spread her legs above him,
Let her pussy down upon him,
Pushed her cunt where his tongue waited.
On his chest the third rubbed titties,
Rubbed her nipples hard against him.
Seeing Hiawatha thus excited
All his friends grabbed their own cocks,
Rubbed their own cocks for their pleasure.

Now the women pushed Hiawatha
Til he laid down on the blanket,
Laid with hard cock springing upward,
With his shaft up throbbing quickly,
With his dick seeking a pussy.
Wet and warm it was enfolded
In a soft and clenching pussy.
Deep he thrust into that wetness
And all around him saw the women
Likewise treating all the warriors.
One pussy left his throbbing manhood
And another turned her soft ass
To his face and clenched his hard cock
With her cunt and twisted on it,
Up and down she twisted on it
While he plunged deep in her pussy.
Soon another took his cock in,
Squeezing hard her cunt around it,
Pulling its shaft deep within her,
Letting wetness grab and hold it,
As Hiawatha drove to climax.
But she slipped from his hard throbbing,
Moved off his cock as it strained upward,
And another cunt enfolded it,
Wrapped her sweet pussy all around it
While his cock throbbed deep within her.
Thrusting hard into that pussy, 
In his hands he felt two others,
Probed with fingers in two warm cunts,
While soft boobs met his wet lips
And soft titties rubbed against him.
All the women of the village
Honor did to Hiawatha
On the night before his wedding.
Teasing, tempting, thrusting, licking,
Clenching pussies on his hard rod,
Every woman taking pleasure
One last time from Hiawatha.
Deep he thrust into each pussy
Til he felt his climax building,
Grabbed the hips of one upon him,
Arched his back and high his hips raised,
Shot his cum into the pussy,
Filled the warm and waiting pussy
With his semen as his dick throbbed.

Then he laid back on the blanket,
Saw around him all the warriors
Taking pleasure with the women.
Even the devoted drummers
Stopped their rhythm for some fucking,
Were beating now into a pussy
While the pounding drums went silent.
In her wigwam old Nokomis
Smiled a knowing smile on hearing
All the drums go into silence.
But the beauteous Minnehaha
Did not know that in the forest
Hiawatha and the warriors
Screwed with all the village women
One last time before the wedding.

HIAWATHA'S WEDDING

Sumptuous was the feast Nokomis
Made at Hiawatha's wedding
As the wedding guests assembled 
Clad in all their richest raiment.
Then they said to Chibiabos,
To the sweetest of all singers,
“Sing to us, Oh Chibiabos!
Songs of love and songs of longing.”

And the gentle Chibiabos
Sang he softly, sang in this wise:
“Onaway, awake beloved!
Thou the daughter of the waters,
Thou the wondrous Laughing Waters!
Thou with eyes so soft and fawn like,
Thou whose hair falls round thy shoulders
Like the Waters of the river
Fall o'er the rocks with sounds of laughter.
Thou whose breasts rise up like young deer
Playing together in the forest.
Let thy nipples rise and harden
With the thoughts of Hiawatha,
When in love he shall embrace you.
Thou whose soft and rounded buttocks
Sway before him to entice him,
Rub against him to raise ardor,
Bring his organ to its hardness.
Thou whose pubic mound is covered
With soft hair like small Wabas'so,
Silky hair of the little rabbit.
Thou whose woman's parts are comely
Like red Odah'min the strawberry,
Like a flower when they swell open
Waiting for entrance of Hiawatha.

As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman.
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Useless each without the other.
Join now with Hiawatha,
Minnehaha, Laughing Waters,
Yield thy softness to his hardness,
Draw him into your deep wetness,
Let his organ throb inside you
Til it shall give life unto you,
Til Hiawatha's child is started
By your love shared on the blankets.”
Thus the song for Hiawatha
And his lovely Minnehaha
That the gentle Chibiabos
Sang in tones of deep emotion.

When the wedding feast was over,
When the last guest had departed,
Then the mighty Hiawatha 
Looked upon his Laughing Waters,
Held his wife, his Minnehaha
Closely to him, pressed against him.
Softly then he led her
To the bed he had made for them,
To the furs piled soft and waiting,
To the soft hide of Pezhekee',
Warm wool of the giant bison;
To the yielding skin of Ahmeek,
Smooth caressing fur of beaver;
To the pillow stuffed with feathers
from the owlet Ko'ko-ko'ho;
To the bed prepared for loving,
Made to receive their first combining.

From her lithe and curving body
Hiawatha took her dress off,
Left her naked on the bedding,
Left her enticing in her nudeness,
And he looked there down upon her
Whose gentle beauty made his rod hard.
Reaching up she tore his loincloth
Off his mighty thews and left him
Nude as she was, ready for her,
Ready to consummate their wedding.
Hiawatha knelt beside her
And his hands sought out her beauty,
Sought her rounded tits enticing,
Rubbed them softly and then harder,
Rubbed the nipples til they stood up.
Minnehaha moaned with pleasure
As he stroked her pretty nipples,
As he squeezed her soft round boobies.

Reaching up a hand she held him,
Held his hard rod standing forward.
Soft she stroked it, felt its hardness,
Felt it throb for yearning for her.
Then she rubbed it harder, faster,
Jerked his cock and pulled it to her,
Ran her hand over all its hardness.
Hiawatha felt her hands upon him,
Felt his dick react with pleasure,
Felt his hardened cock enjoy it.
With one hand still on a titty
Down the other roamed across her, 
Down across her flat hard belly,
Down onto her nest of soft hair, 
And below it found her wet slit.
Gently gently his finger found it,
Rubbed it softly and felt wetness
Growing there beneath his rubbing,
Wet and swelling was her pussy
As he rubbed his hand across it.
With his thumb and with one finger
He grasped gently the hardened bump
And rolled it between his fingers
Giving her exquisite pleasure.
Softly gasped then Minnehaha
As he rolled and rubbed her hard clit,
Round and round he softly rubbed it.

Now her hips rose up to meet him,
Begging for more stimulation
Of her pretty virgin pussy.
So Hiawatha's mouth moved downward
Til his tongue could deeply lick her,
Til his lips could suck her hard clit,
Til he tasted her salty cunt juice.
Then he straddled Minnehaha
So his cock was bound for her lips
And she could suck hard upon it.
Deep in her mouth she took the hard rod,
Ran her tongue around the shaft's head,
Licked the ridge which gave him pleasure
As his tongue ran in her pussy.
Both of them were thus excited,
But Hiawatha had the wisdom
Of much experience with women
To know that fucking is best done slowly.
So he pulled his cock from her mouth,
Took his tongue out from her pussy,
Lay beside her softly stroking
Gently up and down her body.

Then he rose and lay atop her,
Spread her legs and laid his rod on,
Rubbed his cock against her pussy,

Soft his cock rubbed swelling cunt lips,
Up and down he rubbed her pussy.
Slowly slowly he pushed further
Into the wet depths with his hard cock.
Felt with the tip what lay before it,
Felt inside her virgin hymen.
All along her quaking body
Now he pressed his hard firm muscles,
Pressed himself against her
So she felt his strength all over.
Hard she held him, pulled him to her,
Raised her hips against his driving
Sought his hard cock deep inside her.
Now Hiawatha drove into her,
Hard he shot his cock down deeply,
Found and tore the virgin's doorway,
Broke her maidenhead with one stroke.
He heard her gasp and felt her hips twist,
But then she pulled him even closer,
Pulled him deep into her wet cunt,
Holding his cock with tightened pussy,
Rising to meet his throbbing member,
Locking her legs over his legs,
Twisting her hips to give him pleasure,
She held to her Hiawatha.
With his cock plunged deep into her
He jerked it hard and twisted strongly
So they both felt great excitement.
Then to tease he drew it outward,
Drew it out to pussy's entrance, 
Drew it almost out of contact
With the wet soft depths before him.
Held it waiting, throbbing gently 
Against the swollen lips it rubbed on.
Both tensed then, waiting, waiting,
Feeling together anticipation
Of their screwing's final moment.
And then with a mighty shudder
Hiawatha thrust into her, 
Forced his mighty dick into her,
Drove his hard shaft deep into her,
Reached the depths of her soft pussy,
Thrust its length all in her pussy.
Hard they pressed their hips together
As each then reached a mighty climax,
With soft moans they reached their climax.
His dick throbbed as forth cum spurted,
Filled him with the greatest pleasure
In the depth of that warm pussy.
Minnehaha felt contractions
Deep within her soft warm pussy
As she had never felt before this
And she clutched her lover's member
Tightly as she felt her pleasure.
Hiawatha's sperm shot into her
As her pussy clenched around him
And drew it to her womb awaiting.
Then spent in all their sexual pleasure,
In each others arms they rested,
With his cock laid next her pussy,
Sharing the warmth of their first fucking,
Sleeping softly for the first time
As a wedded pair of lovers.

Next morning old Nokomis
Softly sought their bed of pleasure,
Found the white skin of the rabbit




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She had placed beneath them last night.
On the white fur stood the red drops
Nokomis hoped to find upon it,
Drops that tokened of the honor
Of the virgin bride who lay there.
Spoke of Minnehaha's honor,
Of the truth of Laughing Waters
To be bride of Hiawatha.
To herself the old Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis,
Whispered softy, no one hearing,
“May his cock oft seek her pussy!
To the newly wedded couple
Pleasure in each others bodies
Is the best that I can wish them.”



If Great Authors Wrote Porn #07



IF GREAT AUTHORS WROTE PORN:  #07 Mark Twain:  Hoss Williams Talks

“Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. By Order of the Author”

Now, they has been some books writ by a man named Mark Twain, bout a couple of no good boys in this town name of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn.  Them books was purty good, mostly true but with some stretchers.   I don't know much bout that Tom Sawyer, he thinks he is too good for the likes of me.  But Huck Finn and me done slept in the same old barr'ls down at the tannery before he got all uppity and went to live with the Widder Douglas.  He uset to say, "Hoss Williams, I reckon when I grow up I will be just like you, free and easy and not beholdin' to anybody."  He allus was a good boy like that.

Well, there was a printer in this town by the name of Orion Clemens.  Somehow he took to me, and din't look down on me like the other folks in town did.  "Hoss," he would say, "deep down under that dirt there is a man someplace, I reckon."  Sometimes to make him happy I would go jump in the ol' river and try to get some of the smell offen me, and try to stand up straight and behave myself for a while, till I got hold of some likker.  That alluz did me in.

Huck Finn done innerduced me to a free nigger name of Jim, and I kinder took to him too.  Those boys had some money somehow and now and then they give some of it to Jim.  He was a right good headed nigger.  Sometimes, when I was hungry, he would feed me.  I don't like to talk about it, but sometimes I would sit right down and eat with him.  A man will do a lot when he is hungry.  But Jim never throwed it up to me.  He used to work around the print shop for Orion sometimes, too.

Well, we sometimes set around that print shop and talked, and of course sometimes we talked about wimmen.  Jim had been married, but Orion never had, and wasn't no gal wanted anything to do with the likes of me, I guess.  Wasn't nothing any of us could do now but lie in bed and put a hand around our cock, and start stroking. That sure felt good, but I was all in a sweat to stick my dick in a real woman's cunt fer a change.  Orion said he felt the same way.

"Now what we have to do, Hoss, is get ourselves to St. Louis. That is a real big town, and I know they surely have some courtesans there waiting for lonely men." Orion  always was one to use big fancy words.  He must have read about courtesans in one of those books by Sir Walter Scott he were alluz readin.  I figured it was the same gals that, 'fore he died,  my old Pap used to call "soiled doves" when he was sober and "fuckin' ho's"  when he was likkered up.  The way I heared it was that iffen you gaved them enough money they would do any dirty thing you wanted.  Sometimes I heard some of the drunks at the saloon talking about getting some poon tang, and that sounded good to me, and they talked about gettin their cocks sucked by some saloon gals, and I figured that sounded pretty good to me too.  So I agreed with Orion  that St. Louis was the place we ought to go.

So we tole Jim that was what we was athinking on and said we aimed to take him with us.  But he didn't want to go.  "Nassuh, Mars Hoss, nassuh.  They ain't anything for a free nigger to do in Sant Luse 'cept get his black ass in a whole heap a trubble.  I couldn't go inter no sportin' house with you and Mars Orion  nohow, they wouldn't let a nigger in."

But Orion  could always talk Jim into anything.  He promised to carry Jim's emancipation papers and read them to anybody who wanted to cause Jim any trouble.  He promised that Jim could wait comfortable for us on the stoop if we went in a high class house.  He promised to find some nigger wenches for Jim, too.  He tole Jim that he heard those St. Louis nigger wenches could give a better blow job nor anybody.  Now Jim's wife had died afore this, and Jim he said he hain't been getting' none for some time, and he was one purty horny buck, so maybe he would come after all.  Well Orion  went on promising, and 'fore long he agreed he would come.

I asked Orion  why he wanted Jim to come along so much.  "My Goodness, Hoss Williams, what questions you asks.  Don't you know that the Negro stud is reputed by science to have the largest male member of anybody in the human race?  And don't you figure if he was using that on some high yaller wench's female flowers and making her scream it would be a pretty show for us to watch?  I'm thinking Jim will probably do better than any of us in St. Louis parlors."  That was the way Orion Clemens talked all the time.  He got it out of them books.  Mostly I could figure it out, and this time I followed what he was saying well enough.  So I 'lowed that I would like to watch that too, and Jim should come along sure enough.

So Orion he says, "Hoss, if you plan to visit a house of pleasure in St. Louis, you have to clean up and look decent.  You think you can do that for one day?"

I sure enuf wanted to dip my wick in the city, so I promised Orion I could do it.  Dern him, I didn't know he would make me take a bath!  I thought the ol' Mississippi River was good enuf for that, but no, he wanted hot water and soap and all.  Then he give me one of his own white shirts, and some black trousers, and some shoes that warn't all busted out at the toes, and even a hat with a brim on it.  I looked in the mirror and damn if I didn't look like a man that could stand up and be proud of hisself.  I figgered it would stay that way if I stood away from likker til we come back.

Well, we could have tooken a horse and buggy and got to St. Louis easy.  But nothing would do for Orion Clemens but to take a steamboat.  We had two little packets call at the town every day, one upstream and one downstream, so Orion  figgered to take the downstream one the next day.  

So there we was, standing on the wharf, with Jim carrying a traveling bag for each of us, and a tow sack full of his clo'se too.  When the boat came in, Orion  marched aboard and right up to the Captain.  "How much, Sir, to transport myself and my companion and our man to St. Louis."

The Captain scratched his head and spit terbacker on the deck and looked at Orion  like a bug he might squash.  "Well, if that ain't the dod-derndest thing I ever hearn!" he said.  "You two fine gennelmen and your nigger wants to ride my boat a lil bitty trip down the river?  Ain't you strong enuf to walk it?  Why you wanna waste my boat's time like that?  I ought to throw the both of you over the labbord side, and the nigger too."

But Orion  didn't let anything bother him.  "If we can afford to pay three dollars apiece for passage to St. Louis, and another dollar for the nigger, can't you afford to take us?  Or are you making so much money on this boat that you just sit in your cabin sipping fine brandy and eatin' macaroni?"

Well, the Captain sorta turned pale at that.  I reckon that he warn't really makin that much money on his boat and Orion  had hit home with him.  He stuttered a bit and said, "Well, if you gol-blamed fools want to throw your money in the river, I don't see why it shouldn't land in my hands as good as anybody's.  I'll take you to St. Louis.  What business have you there, anyhow?"

At that, Orion  moved close to the officer and spoke very softly to him.  But the Captain was not a man to care why Orion  was talkin so soft..  He gave a huge horselaugh, and I thunk everybody on that boat heared him!  "Har, har!  I shoulda knowed it!  Yer thinking of getting down to the big city so you can dip yer wicks!  Why, I bet you both got hard ons now, jest thinking about what you lookin for there!" Orion  reddend at that remark, but paid close attention to the Captain anyhow.  "Sure, the river men knows where to find what you wants.  Purty gals, big boobs, soft white asses, ruby lips, and a nice hole for a man's pole to fill in!  Come with me, you polliwog, and I will give you d'rections and my pers'nal note of innerduckshun too!"  He pulled Orion  into the pilot house.  Jim and I just looked at each other and knowed Orion Clemens had done it again.

Well, the boat went on downriver toward St. Louis, and I set on the deck watching the bluffs on the Missouri side, and the piney woods on the Illinois side.  They ain't nothing as peaceful and relaxing as watching the big ol muddy river just rollin by, and I should have been calm and sleepy. But I kept thinking about those Saint Louis gals, and my dick just stayed so stiff that I couldn't never think of being calm.  I was hopin that we could see that French dance they calls the can can, and maybe even some of those gals I heered about that sings songs with no top on their dresses at all.  And then I was thinking about those sportin' house gals and wondering just how you go about it and all, and figgering out how to grab their teats and what I could do if I got my hand in their bloomers and all that.  So I can't say that the trip downriver was nohow restful or calm for me.

Well, soon enough we landed at the quay in St. Louis.  My, there was a powerful sight of steamboats there, putting stuff off and getting stuff on, and passengers hurrying this way and that, and niggers totin stuff around.  But Orion  leads us off the boat jus like he knows exactly what he is doin, looking smart and proud.  In all that hustle, he finds a drayman with a beat up ol buggy, and we hops aboard and Jim puts the bags in and climbs up in back. Orion  hands the driver a piece of paper and says, "Take us to the first place on that list, my good man."  

The driver looks at the list, and his eyes widened a little bit, and he said, "You sure you wants to go there, boss?  That place is 'spensive, sure 'nuff."

But Orion  just looks smart and says, "We are world travelers, my man, and are accustomed to enjoying expensive entertainment.  Here, take this and drive on."  Well I seen Orion  give that drayman a quarter, and we took right off.

Well, I am sitting there trying to smother a laugh, and I hears noises from the back and knows that Jim is doing the same. But Orion  just sets up straight and tall and off we go.  Purty soon we pulls up in front of a fancy theater sort of place, with red and gold paint all over, and signs hanging on the walls with pictures of girls in fancy clothes on them.  By this time, Huck Finn had taught me enough of my letters that I could read a bit, so I spelled out things like  "Miss Lilywhite Pearson sings and dances," and "The Boston Sensation in the Dance of the Swan," and especially, "Le Can Can Bijoux!"  So I am all hot to go inside and see what kind of show they are putting on.

Orion  goes up to the winder, and gabs with the gal behind it, and purty soon I see him putting some money through.  The gal takes them, and then Orion  is pinting to Jim and gabbing some more, and he puts some coins on the counter and the gal nods.  Orion  comes back to us and says, "Two of the best box seats, Hoss, and we are going to see a show renowned around the world.  And Jim, I got a place in the nigger gallery for you too, so upstairs you go and enjoy the show."  Jim he looks excited, and off he goes, while we goes into the box seats and sets down comfortable.

Well, I don't know iffen that show was world renowned, but it can have my custom any time.  First thing, this old gal comes out dressed in a red velvet gown, cut so low on the top that I was athinking that her bazooms were going to fall out any minnit (but they never did).  She announced the acts and told how famed they was and what crowned heads of Europe they had performed for and all.  Well, Miss Lilywhite Pearson was first. She come out on stage and begun singing and she sure had a purty voice.  But that warn't the main part of her show.  She sung a song about a gal doing the washing, and at the end of every verse she sung out, "And then she hung it up!"  And every time she sung those words, she took off some of her clo'se and hung them on a hook on the stage there!  

First, she slipped out of her white dress.  Underneath she had on a black corset and a white petticoat.  The corset pushed her boobs up so much that there was these two white mounds with a purty valley in between them.  Then as she sang the next verse, she swished her petticoats around so her bloomers were showing under them, and when she come to the chorus she pulled that petticoat right off and stood there in nothing but her corset and bloomers, all lacy and white.  I was feeling my cock getting hard jest watching this, and I sorta squirmed in my seat, but I saw Orion Clemens he was doin the same thing so I felt all right.

Well I was all in a sweat to see what happened at the end of the next verse.  Sure enough she began working the ties of her corset and slipping it off.  Just as things were about to pop out, she turned her back to the audience, and took the corset and held it over her head.  You could hear the whole audience sort of sigh.  She rocked back and forth a little bit, and then she turned around slowly.  Well, it were the first time I ever seen a gal show a pair of boobs, naked like that, right on stage, and it were a sight to see right enough.  They was round and white and sorta swayed back and forth, and the teats on em was not as long as a cow's, but the same shape, and nice and pink, and standing up hard.

I looked over at Orion  and saw that he was aholding his hat in his lap with his hand under it.  It didn't take me long to figger that one out, and so I grabbed my hat and put it in my lap too, and purty soon was enjoying the show even more.  I hardly hearn the last verse of the song, I was just waiting for the chorus again.

Sure enough, she got to the chorus, and she turned her back again and started sliding her bloomers down off her ass.  It was just like the boobs, nice and round and white with a big split in the middle.  She dropped her bloomers and bent over.  I was all hot and bothered for sure now, and I could see her cunt right between her legs.  She shook her ass a bit, and then turned back toward us so her white pussy hair was showing over the pink lips.  I couldn't do nothing but hope that Orion 's paper had an address on it where I could do more than look at a cunt like that.

Now she begun dancing, hopping around the stage and spreading her legs out so her pink pussy gaped open ever time she moved.  Then she went to the back of the stage and the first lady came out and announced the famous "Can Can Bijoux" direct from Paree.  Well the music started up fast and furious, and these five gals came cavorting out there dancing up a storm.  It seemed that they was going to throw their heads and arms around as much as possible, and dance as fast as possible, and expose as much of their underpinnin's as possible.  First they lifted up the front of their dress and showed their bloomers, and then they flipped the back it up and showed their butts with the lacy covers.  Then five men whirled out on the stage and began dancing with them gals.  Pretty soon, them men all got down on the floor, and they slid right between the legs of them gals!  Every man came out from under the skirt, and he was awaving the gal's bloomers in his hand!

Well now of course all the audience was hooting and clapping.  The girls kept on dancin, and we were all waiting for them to flip their skirts up.  Sure enough, first they flipped up the back, and five white moons were winking at us.  Everybody cheered, and they turned and pulled the skirts up in front, and now we was looking at five purty nests of soft hair, diff'rent colors on the diff'rent girls.  They begun kicking up their legs, so's you could see between em.  I was surprised to see that all five cunts were sort of diff'rent, some of them closed tight and some of them with bigger lips and such like.  But it were sure a good show.

Well I could of stayed a long time, but Orion  he punched me on the arm and motioned to the door.  So we went on out, and Orion  give a nigger boy a penny to go up and bring Jim down from the balcony.  Jim came down, and we could see through the cotton trousers he was wearing that he had been enjoyin the show too.  "Lawsy mercy, Mars Orion , I never thought they would let no nigger see a show like that.  It were a sight fer oncet in a blue moon, sure 'nuff."

Orion  chuckled, and waved to a hackman nearby.  We got in the buggy and Orion  showed the hackman the next address on his list.  The hackman chuckled, and I seen him tip Jim a wink as the bags was loaded in.  As we clattered off, Orion  said, "Now we get down to the real business.  The Captain gave me a note to the lady of this house to see that we are specially well treated."

Well, we got down at a big white house with pillars out front, almos like a Southern plantation.  We went to the door, and a octoroon maidservant opened it, and Orion  showed her his note. She giggled, and opened the door and let us in.  She knocked on a door, and opened it, and said, "Friends of Captain Bigby, m'am.  Two gennelmen and their servant."  We went in and saw a fat old lady sitting on a couch, eating chocolates.  

"Well, come in, gentlemen.  Any friend of Captain Bigby's is a friend of Madam Louise.  I am sure we can accommodate all you need. First, tell me, will your servant wait or would you like to allow him the servant's facilities?"

Orion  bowed to Madam Louise, and said, "He is a trusted servant, Madam, and we would be delighted for him to avail himself of your servant's quarters."

Madam beckoned Orion  forward, and they consulted in low voices for a few minnits.  Then I saw Orion  take quite a lot of silver dollars out of his purse and hand them over.  Madam rang a bell, and the door opened and a nigger gal came in, but dressed like no slave or servant I ever saw.  She had on a filmy white top, sort of wrapped under her boobs to push them up.  Dark teats showed through the light stuff.  More was wrapped around her hips and pulled up through her crotch, leaving her black legs bare, and her dark black pussy hair showing through the filmy stuff.  I turned and looked at Jim, and sure enuf his eyes were apoppin out of his head.  The nigger gal came right over to Jim and put her arm in his, and led him out through the door, her black ass twitchin as she went.  Jim looked back at Orion , and Orion  nodded his head, so off they went.

Now Madam pointed at another door.  I looked to see what kind of a gal would come out of it, but Orion  went over and opened it.  It was a dark stair leading down.  I didn't know what was up, but Orion  motioned me on so we went down.  At the bottom, we found a small room with several comfortable arm chairs in it.  Orion  pointed to a chair, and I set in it.  Then he went to one wall that was covered with a curtain.  He grabbed a gold cord, and opened the curtain.  Behind the curtain was a winder, and I could see a room with a big bed in it.  Orion  put a finger to his lips.  Then he sat beside me and whispered, "That glass is a mirror on the other side.  Nobody can see into this room."

Well, purty soon the door opens, and there comes Jim and that nigger wench into the room.  She pushes Jim down on the bed, and we can see his cock is pressing hard against his trousers already.  Then she starts to dance, rubbing up against Jim while she does.  Jim has his hands all over her, grabbin her butt and her tits through that soft filmy cloth.  Fore long she lets him get hold of the cloth over her top and he pulls it off, letting her boobs out.  She has big round black boobs, and the teats stand up real nice.  Jim he sure is tooken with them, and he grabs hold of them and starts rubbin and squeezin.  The wench pulls his head down between those soft boobs and rubs them back and forth.  Then he takes one of the teats in his mouth, and durn if that nigger ain't  suckin on that teat jus like he was milking a cow, in and out.  




If Great Authors Wrote Porn #07



The wench lifts his tow linen shirt up.  We knowed Jim was a fine strong nigger, but setting there with no shirt on and his muscles ripplin and his hands workin on that gal, he looks like he would bring easy twelve hunnert dollars on the auction block if he warn't free.  Well she is rubbing her melons on his chest, and straddling his leg so her cunt is pushed up against the front of his pants, and Jim is starting to sweat all over.  He is working on that cloth around her ass, and purty soon he has it undone and pulls it out from tween her legs.  He sniffs it as he does.  It was all wet with that special smell that pussy juice has. Now her curly black hair down there is showing, and below it are the lips of her cunt starting to swell up. That gal is real black but her pussy is all nice and pink.

Now he gets his fingers in her cunt and is rubbing and jerkin. She slides down his body, rubbing her boobs over the front of his trousers, and unties the rope belt he has and pulls them down.  Now Jim's cock springs out in front of him, and besides me I hear Orion Clemens give a little gasp.  I am plenty impressed myself.  Of course, I seen lots of cocks when the boys and men goes swimmin, but I never seen one standing up like this and as big as this one is.  I looked at it, and I looked at that nigger wench's cunt, and I warn't at all sure it was going to fit nohow.

Now Orion  he nudges me, and whispers real low, "I told you so.  Science is always right." 

Well now Jim is pulling that gal onto his big shaft.  She lets her lips slide around it, and then you can see her settling down as it pushes up inside her bit by bit.  I never thought she would take it all but she sure 'nuff does.  She starts abouncin up and down on it, and I can see Jim is thrusting it deep inter her every bounce.  They are both workin up a sweat now.  But then I see her pull up offen Jim's rod.  It is swinging in the air, jerking back and forth.  

The gal goes up on the bed, and crawls on all fours.  Her black ass is sticking out and her pink pussy is just a drippin in the middle of it.  Jim stands up and grabs her ass in both hands and shoves his big cock in that pink pussy and starts pushing again. They are going at it hot and heavy.

Orion Clemens he nudges me again and says, "Doggy style."  I figger he has been readin some other book besides Sir Walter Scott to learn that.

Now Jim he pulls out of the gal again, and she turns around and while he is still standing there she takes his black cock in her mouth.  She starts stroking up and down and we can see as she goes what a big fine rod Jim has.  She is playing all kinds of tricks, first taking the rod deep in her throat, then just licking up and down the shaft, then just playing around on the tip of it with her tongue.  Jes thinking of her doing that to me has my own cock throbbing in my pants. Orion Clemens pokes me again and says, "Fellatio."  I sure wish he would quit using those big words.  The drunks in the saloon calls that a "blow job" fer as I knows.

One last time she sucks it really deep to her throat.  Then she climbs up, and Jim holds her legs while she climbs on his shaft.  She presses her boobs against his chest and puts her arms round his neck, and he is lifting her butt up and down and pumping hard.  Purty soon he throws her down on the bed, riding down with her with his cock pushed in deep.  He throws his head back and jerks her pussy hard against him, and I knows he is coming inside her.  He shoots his wad for a long time, and then he rolls over on the bed and shuts his eyes.

The gal looks at him lying there, and then she looks right over at us behind the glass.  I can see she knowed we was there all the time.  She comes over to the glass and poses real pretty for us, first holding her tits in her hands, and then poking some fingers into her cunt and spreading it out.  Then she smiles at us, gives a little wave, and goes out leaving Jim snoring on the bed.

Orion Clemens gives a little sigh, and then he pulls the curtain over the winder.  Then we walks up the stairs, and Madam Louise is waitin for us.  She opens another door and we goes into the next room.  This is a big old room, with lots of velvet chairs and settees, and paintings and such hanging on the walls.  And lawsy me, it is full of gals!   Some is white, and some is high yaller, and some I figger is octoroons. And they dressed all sorts of ways.  Some of em hardly has on enough clo'se to stuff in a baby's mouth for a sugar rag, and some of em is in fine gowns all satin and silk with ruffles around their boobs.  Well I'm standing there gaping, I guess, 'cause Orion  he whispers to me, "Close your mouth, Hoss, and pick one out."

Now Orion  walks over to one of the gals.  I had never seen a gal have so many buttons unbuttoned on her dress, or her boobs half showing out like this gal had.  She was a settin in an arm chair, but she had her legs propped up on the arm, and her long white stockings showing most up to her thighs.  Orion  headed right for her, and she held out a hand and derned if Orion  didn't kiss it.  Then he raised her up from the chair, and she slid right up against him and give him a big kiss while his hand worked on her booby.  He turned his head and said, "Go on, Hoss!" and then they walked out of the room.

So I swallered hard and looked around.  I didn't have no idea which of these gals I ought to choose.   Madam Louise she is standing behind me, and I guess she pinted to one of them, because this one gets up and comes up to me.  She is slim and blonde and pretty, and she ain't wearing nothing but a soft cotton shift.  It don't hardly come down to the bottom of her crotch in front so she has these long white legs flashin, and the top is cut low so her boobs are looking out the top of it, and her teats are pressin against the white cloth and standin up real nice.  Just looking at her I feel my cock getting hard again.  She just sort of flows up aginst me, and presses in real close.  I can feel her boobs pressing gainst my chest and her legs against mine, and most of all I can feel her pussy pressing into my dick through my trousers.  Well I am really getting all hot and bothered, so she grabs my hand and starts leading me to another door in the room.  She plants my hand right on her butt and I feel it twitching as we walk into the bedroom.

She gives me this melting look and says, "Honey, my name is Bridgette.  What's yours?"

I stammered a bit, and then I says, "George.  George Jaxon.  My daddy owns a plantation down the river a ways."  Now I don't know why I had to lie like that.  It just seems that lying comes more natcheral to me than telling the truth in a spot like that.

So she says, "Well, George, we are going to have a real good time."  Then she steps back, and just quick drops that shift off and stands there in front of me as naked as the day she was borned.  I made sure to take my time and get a good look cause I hain't never seen anything as nice as this before.  She was tall and thin, and her skin was as white as the cotton shift she took off.  Her hair was blonde and her eyes was blue and her lips were so bright red that I knowed she painted them.  I let my eyes run on down her body and the next thing I seen was her boobies.  My cock was about to bust my trousers now.  Those bobbies were not real big, but they were round and soft looking and the teats was the softest pink, just little rosebuds sticking up.  She tooken one of my hands and put it on her boobie and I ain't never felt anything so nice.  I rolled it around a little bit, and took the teat between my fingers and pulled it real soft, and then I grabbed the other boob with my other hand and played with it too.  She came real close to me, and I could feel her legs and her pussy pushing up against me, and then I felt her fingers undoing the buttons on my fly.  

Well, she got it open and dropped my trousers down around my knees, and slid her hand inside my drawers.  Orion  had particular given me clean drawers today and I knew why now.  She worked my drawers off, with one hand on my butt and one grabbed hold of my cock.  I must of gasped 'cause she said, "Nice and easy, honey, just take your time."  Well she is rubbin my cock and I am rubbin her boobs and I feel like I am going to shoot off any minnit now.

But now, she starts kneeling down, rubbing her boobs down over my belly and I feels those hard little teats standing up, and then she has them over my cock.  She rubs back and forth, and every time she flicks the end of my dick with those hard teats it gives a big ol jerk.  I don't know how I am keeping from coming on her boobs, and then she starts licking up and down my hard shaft.  When she gets to the top, she gives a little swirl around with her tongue every time and makes my cock jerk even harder.

Then she starts to take it in her mouth all the way.  I seen that nigger gal swallow Jim's cock and I know mine ain't as big as that nigger's, but still I don't know if she can swallow it all.  But sure enough she works her mouth around a bit and keeps on going down and purty soon she has the whole thing in her mouth. Then she starts sucking it in and out, and I am just going wild.  My hips start jerking against her, and I puts my hand on the back of her head and pulls her close to me.  But she sure knows what she is doing, and just before it is all over she pulls back a little bit.

Now she goes over and lies down on the bed, and she puts on a lil show for me, rolling back and forth and raising her legs up and showing me her cunt.  Well I ain't no judge, but I figgered thisun was as purty as could be.  It was pink, and had a lil fuzzy nest of blonde hair on top of it.  It looked like a tulip about to open up with its lips spreading.  I could see a little juice dripping from it.  I put my fingers out and wiped up some juice and smelled it and sure enough it had its very own smell, sorta like old fish down at the dockside, and sorta like fried meat, and sorta like a bunch of other things.  My pole is telling me just what to do with that spread pussy, and I loses no time doing it.  

My cock slides into her real easy 'count of how wet it is.  That deep warm tunnel just wraps all around my shaft and it feels like it is going to explode.  Then she shows her real skill, and starts rollin and twisting her ass around.  I knows this is it now, and I grabs her hips and pushes as deep as I can and she arches her back and off it goes!  I squirt and spurt and jerk a long time, and Jim was right it is the best thing a man can do!

Well, purty soon I rolls off her, tired as an old hound dog after chasing coons all night.  She gets up and gives me a big smile, and says, "I hope you enjoyed that."  

Well I can’t do no more than smile at her as she helps me get dressed and shows me the way back to Madam Louise's salon.  Madam Louise offers me some tea and lil cookies, and I sits there and waits for Orion Clemens.  Purty soon he comes out of his door, and sees me and gives me a big grin, and then he shakes all over like a big ol rooster rolling in a dust bath.  "Well, Hoss, I guess we are men of the world for sure now.  This was sure better than reading about the sultan and his seraglio."

Well, even now Orion  has to talk that fancy book talk. But I can see that he got his cock tooken care of just as good as mine was.  Bowing low to Madam Louise, Orion  led me out to the parlor and Jim was waitin there.  He had a sleepy grin on his face.  Orion  says to him, "Well, Jim, I trust the wait was not to tiring."  I can see he ain't going to say nothing to Jim bout how we watched him. That is Orion  all over, always think of other people's feelings.

So that is how Orion Clemens and me become Men of the World.  We had lots of other adventures jest like Tom and Huck done in their books, but I reckon they should wait for another book.




If Great Authors Wrote Porn #08



IT LOOKED like a good thing: but wait till I tell you. We were down South, in Alabama - Bill Driscoll and myself - when this kidnapping idea struck us. It was, as Bill afterward expressed it, "during a moment of temporary constipation in the brain cells"; but we didn't find that out till later.

There was a town down there called Cockston, named after the attributes of the founder, I presume. Its inhabitants were as unappetizing and aromatic a class of citizens as the pussy of the town whore after a busy Saturday night.

Bill and me had a joint capital of about six hundred dollars, and we needed just two thousand dollars more to pull off a fraudulent scheme selling stock in a non-existent whorehouse in Louisiana. We talked it over on the front steps of the hotel. Philoprogenitiveness, we figured, is strong in the states that still celebrate Jeff Davis' birthday with excessive drinking and celebratory insertion of a stiff boner into the neighbor's wife; therefore a kidnapping project ought to work as well there as a long strong hard-on does at a Nymphomaniac Society picnic. We knew that the constabulary of Cockston were a dyspeptic bunch and spent more time sitting on the crapper in the courthouse than they did hunting down wrong-doers so we had no fear from that quarter of the compass.

We selected for our victim the only daughter of a prominent citizen named Jeremiah Cockston, grandson of the renowned founder. The father was respectable, or at least he had never been caught whilst imbuing his pecker with the succulent dew of the local pussies; the daughter was named Sally Ann and was a white-bosomed flower of Southern maidenhood and totally unsullied, at least according to the description written by the local editor in his story of her eighteenth birthday party. Bill and me figured that Jeremiah would melt down for a ransom of two thousand dollars to a cent. But wait till I tell you.

About two miles from Cockston was a little mountain, covered with a dense cedar brake. On the rear elevation of this mountain was a cave. There we stored provisions and created a sylvan bower suitable for a maiden of the proportions of Jeremiah's li'l darlin' girl chile. 

One evening after sundown, we drove in a buggy past old Cockston's house. The girl was sitting in the porch swing with a dreamy look on her face and a hand under her dress. Bill whispered, "Ladylike, hell, she is scratching where it itches right on the front porch." Poor Bill, he was soon to learn what itches that girl was scratching.

I sauntered up on to the porch trying to look like a respectable solicitor at law who has mistaken his steps on his way to a consultation with a valued client. I lifted my hat to the girl, who gave me a quizzical look. "Pardon me, miss, but could you direct me toward the residence of Miss Lolly Scraggs?" Miss Lolly had signed three of the letters to the editor in the latest edition of the local weekly so I figured everybody would know her.

"Why, of course, good sir," the girl drawled in that slow Southern music. She slid off the porch swing, showing quite a bit of her very nice legs as she did so. "Prithee come on down to the gate and I'll direct you." I wasn't sure about that fancy language but figured it was the local dialect. She took my arm, and seemingly accidentally rubbed a well rounded tit up against me in the process. That should have wised me up to the deal right there. But wait till I tell you.

When we reached the gate she pointed down the street, but before she could direct me to the accustomed domicile of that respected citizen Miss Lolly, Bill came up behind her with a handkerchief well soaked with chloroform. She only struggled a little before she collapsed in his arms. He grabbed her chest, getting a lecherous handful of boob in the process, and I grabbed her legs, spreading them wide enough to see that the poor thing had totally forgotten her bloomers that morning. Resting below a little nest of curly blonde hair was a representation of that orchidaceous beauty that flourishes high in the trees of the Amazon, delightful to look at but out of reach. Quickly I averted my gaze, not wanting to be distracted from the important business at hand. We dumped her in the back of the wagon and off we went toward our hide-out.

After following the ruts of the old road as far as we could, I left Bill to carry the still sleeping beauty up the hill to the cave over his shoulder, looking like a Neanderthal bring home his newly clubbed mate. I checked my pocket for the ransom note and drove the buggy over the other side of the hill to a small town where we had rented it. There I posted the note. 

Bill and I had a note all prepared. It ran like this:

"Esteemed Col. Cockson:

We have your daughter in a place that cannot be found by any searchers. Your only hope of her safe return is to comply with these terms. If you do so, she will be returned to you, safe and sound, pure and unsullied. If you do not, you can be sure that she will suffer the fate which is called worse than death."

It then described the hollow tree into which the two thousand dollars was to be inserted, and the white handkerchief that was to be waved when it had been. I signed it "Two Desperate Men."

It took me some time to walk the three miles back to the hide-out. When I neared the cave, I was surprised to hear sounds emanating from it reminiscent of a sawmill going through a four inch oak plank, now and then increasing its screech when it hit a hard knot. Sure enough, that was old Bill, lying on his back on one of the cots we had set up, and sound asleep snoring hard.

But the truly amazing spectacle that presented itself to my optical nerve was the young lady who was supposedly our prisoner in durance vile. She was sitting calmly on the other cot, combing her hair. Her dress was carefully hung over the limb of a nearby tree, and nothing covered her pulchritude but a thin linen shift.

I struggled to maintain the proper professional attitude, being a man who puts his whole mind to the fiduciary opportunity at hand at all times. I couldn't help but notice that our ticket to two thousand dollars had shapely legs and a well rounded bosom, with little pink nipples straining against the soft linen of the shift. It was enough to make a banker drop his interest rates.

Never taking my eyes off the girl, for reasons of security of course, I walked to Bill's cot and delivered a sharp poke of the elbow to his solar plexus. He woke with a huff and exclaimed, "What? Again?"

Then he saw me standing over him. He gave me a conspiratorial wink and pulled my ear close to his mouth. "She's a Princess," he whispered.

I looked at Bill as if he was having a temporary mental apparition. But he shook his head, and said, "She likes to play games. She is the Red Princess of Bremen, and I am her Lord High Chancellor. Do you know what the duties of a Lord High Chancellor are?"

Well, I thought I had some idea. But what Bill explained did not lie within the sphere of activity of any Most High Lord of Nominality and Chancery that I ever heard of.

"I carry the scepter for her," he said. "She showed me where it is after she ordered me to drop my pants. It took her no time at all to get that scepter ready to do its duty. Then she took off the royal dress, lifted up the royal shift, and put her Lord High Chancellor to work in the royal pussy. Four times," he added ruefully.

"You mean ..." I said.

"Yes. I rammed that scepter into her little warm cunt and started working it like a locomotive piston with a full head of steam. She kept giving these little squeals like a shoat caught in a fence and I keep going at it harder. For a girl deprived of the society of big city swains and Ivy League college men, she has learned a lot in this small town. She can clench her pussy muscles tighter than a miser's grasp on a penny. Between the up and down and the round and round she gave me the ride of my life. Then she got off me and started rubbing those pink titties over my cock. I couldn't hold out very long and pretty soon I shot it all over those tits.

"She looks at my work, and says 'Well done, Lord Chancellor. I hereby award you the order of the Mountaintop, First Degree with Red Ribbon.' Well, I figured that she had had her fantasy out and suggested she retire to the royal bed chamber.

"But she has a hand back on my cock already and is working it back into shape. I didn't think I had it in me for another round, but when she got her lips around the head of it and sucked like a kid getting the last drop out of his ice cream soda, I found out that the Lord High Chancellor was up for another go, you might say. By the time she let me go to sleep she awarded me the Order of the Red Ribbon, the Order of the Blue Sash, the Order of the Purple Helmet and the Order of the Ermine Codpiece, all in honor of my performances. Four times." He sighed again.

I was listening to Bill's story, but looking over at the girl sitting there displaying her royal attributes. Pretty soon she catches my eye and motions me over.

"Welcome to my royal court, Sir Knight," she says. "I declarest thou the Royal Protector and Champion. But I must needs inspect thy weapon this day."

I could see this girl was playing her fantasy to the hilt. I had a clasp knife in my pocket, but I didn't think that would do for a weapon for a knight. She made it all clear to me real quick though. She slid off the cot, and pulled me into her until our thighs were rubbing together soft and easy. Then she unbuttoned my fly and in no time at all had my knightly weapon pulled out and standing up like the flagpole in front of the post office.

"A weapon worthy of the Royal Protector and Champion, Sir Knight," she murmured as she inspected it. Then she lifted up that thin shift and her pussy jumped on my shaft as if it were a hungry mouth that needed sustenance right away. She rode me over hill and down dale for a good steeplechase at least. She drove deeper and deeper as the heat increased, and was going at an admirable pace when we reached the top together. She screamed so loud I was afraid the constabulary of three counties would hear her. I pumped my juices into her, and then fell back exhausted.

I was lying there gasping for air, feeling all weak in my limbs, when I remembered that Bill had said, "Four times." I glanced over at him, and saw him regarding us with a sort of weak grin. He shrugged his shoulders at me and then turned over on his cot. In about ten seconds he was snoring away again. Just then I felt the girl's tits pressing into my chest and her mouth heading south on my stomach.

Well this sort of thing went on all day. First the Lord High Chancellor was called to duty, and then the Royal Protector took an inning. One of us rested and tried to regain our strength while the other one entertained her Majesty. Come nightfall, Bill and I could do nothing but stagger to our cots. The Princess was sitting on the Royal bed combing her hair and humming softly to herself. She glanced our way and called out, "The Chancellor shall attend me at first light, and the Knight at sunrise."

Bill and I slept the sleep of a couple of babies, having performed our royal duties to such an extent. But it seemed all to soon that my repose was disturbed by unseemly noises close to me. I rolled over a bit and opened one eye, noting that it was just daybreak and the sky was getting a bit light. I rolled some more, and saw something moving up and down. My first thought was that a mountain lion was jumping me, so I ducked my head fast and feared the worst. But when no teeth entered my occipital lode immediately, I snuck another peek. 

To my astonishment it was the Red Princess, in all her naked glory, tits bouncing up and down as she rode poor Bill mercilessly. Bill was gasping and panting, and when finally the girl gave a little scream and rolled off him, he lay there like the proverbial King Log. Pretty soon he gave a weak glance over my way and a wan smile. He mouthed the words, "three since first light," or I think he did.

"Nay, Lord Chancellor, I am but sore disappointed. Methink that at the appointed hour of sunrise Sir Knight must do me better." 

Now she was a mighty tasty example of the Southern flower in its finest bloom. Her hair was the softest blonde, her shoulders and bosom the purest white, the little fuzz of hair over her pussy the gentlest light shade. Even her cunt, although it had already seen much service this morning, was a tight little thing looking virtuous between her shapely legs. I felt my Knightly weapon responding to the idea, and looked to the East to see if I could detect the sunrise yet.

Well, sunrise came as it must, and that naked beauty was on my cock as soon as the first rays broke the horizon. She rode me East and she rode me West and she rode me the way she loved the best. She was insatiable. My cock, my fingers, and my tongue all probed her Southern flower, one after another, and then again. Finally I gasped, "Enough, enough! Your Knight Protector has to go patrol the boundaries and see if he can capture any enemy soldiers for your royal pleasure."

I took a nice long walk, trying to gather my strength to face the next round of the Princess' commands. When I came back, I could hear soft feminine moans and Bill's pitiful grunts as I neared the campsite. Sure enough, the Lord Chancellor had been called back to duty. I had a nice view of the round twin moons of the royal ass, moving up and down on Bill's shaft, which amazingly enough was still managing to stand up.

Poor Bill picked himself up from under her, and glanced at me piteously. "How soon do you think he will pay the ransom?" he begged.

"The mail should be delivered this morning, and I think he will send the money right away. I will go down and watch the hollow tree in a few hours," I promised.

The Princess looked at Bill with amorous eyes. He sighed and lay back down. She immediately attacked his dick with her mouth. First she licked it, then she rubbed her tits on it, then she took it deep in her mouth. Bill, heroically, rose to the occasion yet once again. Just for reasons of intellectual curiosity I watched the proceedings for some time, and then started down the hill to the hollow tree.

From a concealed place, I watched about an hour, and then a callow youth came sauntering along the path. He looked all around and then slipped something in the hollow tree, and waved a handkerchief in the air. I stayed hidden about another hour, satisfying myself that the local bloodhounds were safely kenneled and gnawing bones instead of hiding in the bushes. Then I went and retrieved the envelope.

When I got back to the camp, the Red Princess was reclining on one of the cots, and Bill was standing up working his cock in and out of her pussy. He had a resigned look on his face, and was holding on to a sapling to support himself. When he saw me coming he rotated his hips quickly and the girl gave a little scream and jerked her own hips. Bill pulled out then, and came over to me.

"That round and round action makes her cum every time," he said. "Thank goodness I learned it. Have you got the money? I don't have enough jizz in me for another day."

I sighed and handed Bill the envelope. He hastily opened it and began to read. This is what it said.

"Gentlemen,

"Being well acquainted with my daughter's proclivities, as indeed are half the undergraduates at the college and the entire membership of the volunteer fire department, not to mention the tenors of the choirs of all three local churches, I assume that by now she will have exerted them in such a way that you will be even more desperate than you were previously. Therefore I shall make a counter proposition which I am inclined to feel is a generous one in the circumstances.

"If you pay me 500 dollars, I believe that I can get three college men to occupy her attentions for the space of five minutes. If you exercise yourself with alacrity, this should give you ample opportunity to vacate this vicinity and seek another town for your larcenous attentions.

"Anticipating your quick acceptance of this offer, I will have the three college men sitting on our front porch at sunset this evening.

"Yours respectfully,

Col. Jeremiah Cockston"

"I can't believe the nerve of the old goat," I began, but I noticed that Bill was looking at me piteously.

"My pecker is so drained it may not stand up for a month. My balls ache from the demands she has made on them. My back is strained and my hips tend to lock up when I walk. Five hundred ain't so much," he pleaded.

To be honest about it, I had been thinking about tomorrow's sunrise and wondering if my dick was up to it. I decided to agree with Bill that an honorable retreat with colors struck was called for in this case.

I called the girl over and told her that the college fraternity had elected her Queen of the May Poles and we were taking her back to be in the parade. We arrived at the old brick Cockston mansion just at sunset. True to his word the old man had three eligible young bucks sitting on the porch. I could see one of them stroking the front of his white duck trousers already.

When the girl saw the three studs she gave a little squeal and ran into their arms. Bill quickly thrust the five hundred into the father's hands. And as fat as Bill is, and as tired as he was, and as low as his cock was hanging, he was a good two miles out of town before I could catch up to him.



If Great Authors Wrote Porn #09



L. FRANK BAUM

AFTER THE WIZARD LEFT OZ



...So Dorothy took Toto in her arms, closed her eyes, and clicked her heels together three times, wearing the ruby slippers she had taken from the witch after her house fell. "I want to go home to Kansas," she whispered.

There was a collective gasp from the inhabitants of the Emerald City, as she seemed to be carried away by a gust of wind high into the sky. They watched until she was only a small speck, and then could be seen no more.

The Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Lion watched her go. The Lion wiped a tear from his eye with his tail, and the Scarecrow reminded the Tin Man that he would rust if he cried. They would all miss their friend.

Glinda, the Good Witch of the North, however, had no such tears. Her dainty giggle rang out over the main square of the Emerald City. "Well, Thank Goodness," she said. "It took a lot of magic, but we finally got rid of the old charlatan and the little do-gooder at once! Now maybe Oz can go back to the way it used to be. Let's have a little fun around here!"

"What do you mean?" asked the Scarecrow. "All I ever did before Dorothy came was hang on that pole. What do you do for fun around here?"

"I was too afraid to have fun," said the Cowardly Lion, "until The Great Oz gave me this medal."

"Ah," said the Tin Man, "now that I have my heart, I remember the tinsmith's lovely daughter and how we used to while away the hours before I rusted. But alas, I am afraid that the tinsmith replaced all my parts except ... " He glanced down at his empty crotch.

"RRRRRR," roared the Lion, "and the Scarecrow's dick is just made out of a twist of straw. But now I am King of the Forest! The Wizard has made me brave enough to do anything! And being king has certain privileges. I certainly know how to use my lion's cock. Lions, you know, can fuck for as many as forty times in a row! I am not afraid of the other beasts anymore. I am going to go see what lioness pussy is in the Forest! ROARRRRRR!" With mighty bounds, he rapidly left the Emerald City with sex on his mind.

"You see," said Glinda, "even the beasts of Oz used to have fun before that old puritanical fraud took over! And the people do even better. Citizens of Oz," she called, "let the celebration begin!"

"Well," said the Scarecrow, "The Wizard left me in charge because of my brains, not my cock. If I can't participate I can surely watch." He settled down on the Great Throne and the Tin Man sat next to him. The Citizens of the Emerald City soon began to dance and sing for them.

First came a group of young women. "We represent the Lullaby League," they sang, and as they did they raised their dresses to show as fine a selection of cunts as had ever been seen. Some slits had dark hair, some had red hair, some were shaved into landing strips, and some were totally bare. Each and every one was a pink perfection and a delight to the eye.

From the other side came a group of young men. As they danced, they unbuttoned their pants and held their long stiff cocks in their hand. "We represent the Lollipop Gang," they sang, "and who will suck our lollipops?" The women squealed and dropped to their knees, and soon each Lollipop had its licker.

It was a competition, and every sucker worked hard on the stiff cock she had in her mouth. Up and down went the heads, and soft hands twisted and rubbed the shafts while their busy tongues toyed with the sensitive heads. One red-headed woman seemed particularly skilled, and the watchers cheered as she pulled down the top of her dress, revealing shapely tits tipped with rosy nipples. Immediately her man shot his cum all over those pretty boobs and raised his hands in victory.

Swiftly, up and down the line, the other men came to their climaxes too, and the smiling women proudly showed off their cum soaked faces and tits. "Suck his dick, splash her tits, and a couple of tra la las! That's how we like to have our fun in the Merry Old Land of Oz!" they sang.

Then ten yellow-dressed Winkie women winked at the Munchkin men, all in blue. The Munchkins pulled up the dresses of the women and began to do what Munchkins do best, munch pussy. The women moaned and the busy tongues went up and down and in and out. Each little cunt eagerly sought the pleasure it was receiving. The Munchkin girls' hips twitched and jerked as the licking became more intense. Just as they reached their climaxes and began to gasp with pleasure, the other inhabitants of the Emerald City gasped too. Looking up they saw a large pink bubble descending from the sky.

As it touched the ground a red headed woman stepped out of it, clad in nothing at all except her long red hair. She gave a few expert twists of her hips and immediately a group of red clad Quadlings ran over to her and bowed down.

Glinda exclaimed, "My sister Belinda, the Good Witch of the South! And dressed properly for bewitching, too." The Woodman and the Scarecrow gaped at this new arrival as she began undressing the Quadlings. Soon she had a hard cock in each hand and one in her mouth, one in her pussy and one rubbing the crack of her ass.

Glinda was not going to stay out of that action. She waved her wand and her beautiful gown disappeared, leaving her sky clad just as her sister witch was. She went to Belinda and gave her a deep kiss, fondling her round ass as she did. Belinda left her Quadlings to play with their women and gave her attention to Glinda's fine boobs. 

Her tongue flicked over the rosy nipples as Glinda moaned with pleasure. Then her hand sought out Glinda's wet slit and began rubbing it. Slowly they fell back into a bed of emerald green grass and locked their legs together so their pussies could trib against each other. A crowd of happy Emerald City residents gathered around and began clapping and cheering as they rubbed their hot boxes together. 

The ladies in the crowd began stripping down, and soon several of them were naked and joining in the party. As the witches continued to trib, Ozite girls started to suck their nipples and play with their asses. A beautiful maid straddled each face, and the witches showed their talent with their tongues.

Now the Ozite men dropped their drawers and got into the action. The Emerald ladies kneeling to fondle the witches quickly found themselves being penetrated from behind, and those who were face sitting found a strong cock to suck. The action got hotter and hotter as the orgy spread through the green park and the emerald grass was covered with fucking bodies as far as the eye could see.

Soon the air was filled with moans of satisfaction as one after another of the groups reached their climaxes. Sitting on the throne, the wise Scarecrow waved his scepter and used his new found knowledge to examine the various displays going on.

"It is wonderful to be a student of the great arts. My new brains are full of knowledge on the subject. Ah, great fellation," he exclaimed. "Rhythm, that is the secret to fine cock-sucking."

Indeed he had a wonderful display of that art right in front of him He recognized the large man with the flowing mustachios as the guard of the Wizard's palace. He was now buck naked except for his large fur hat, and his big cock was standing straight in front of him. A beautiful Ozite girl knelt in front of him, one hand supporting his balls and the other wrapped around his shaft, as she slowly licked a gentle circle around the head of it.

With great skill she tickled the sensitive spot at the base of the head, and then rubbing her hand up and down his shaft she engulfed the head of it in her mouth. The movement of her head and lips made it clear that she was giving it all the attention of her tongue.

The guard threw back his head and moaned as she released his cock. It throbbed in the air for a moment, and then the girl engulfed it with her mouth. Slowly, slowly, she took more and more if it into her wet depths, until finally she had the entire length deep in her throat. He began to thrust in and out with his hips, and each time he pushed his full length into her mouth, she held it and sucked hard as it rested deep down.

The Tin Man's soft heart was causing him to begin to wonder how long she could keep that up. He was relieved to see that now she turned her attention to rapid up and down movements on the upper half of the cock. Her head moved back and forth and the guard's hips thrust in and out with great rapidity. Finally, he put a hand on the back of her head and thrust deep into her mouth. The jerking of his hips told of the warm semen spurting down her throat.

The Scarecrow nodded wisely. "Ah, yes, depth is important to this great art. Surely that girl is an artist worthy of the Great Sucking Medal of Oz. I am glad I thought of it. That's the benefit of having such fine brains. But now look over there, at the cunnilingus -- what softness, what teasing, what skill! What beautiful flower-like pussies are being licked."

Indeed the grass in that direction held a number of Gilliken couples, their purple garments discarded on the green grass beside them. Each naked girl had her legs high in the air, and between her legs each had a busy boyfriend. The swift Gilliken tongues drove in and out of the soft little pussies, until one by one the girls reached screaming climaxes and then collapsed on the lawn.

Just then there was a rustling of wings, and the assembled crowd saw a dozen winged monkeys landing on the palace roof. Clearly there were six male monkeys and six females, because the females bent down to display their posteriors to the males. This universal primate signal excited the males to instant action, and six monkey dicks were soon probing in and out of the monkey pussies from the rear. Their wings flapped in excitement and caused such a stir in the air that the branches of nearby trees waved wildly. At just the right moment, both sexes lifted up into the air so that they came to a wild climax while floating gravity free above the palace. Cheers from the populace showed that the monkeys were forgiven their role under the domination of the Wicked Witch and now accepted as true Ozites.

Now the Scarecrow and the Tin Man turned their attention to the city square, where they heard a deep chanting, "OOO EEEE OOOO, OOO OOO." A squad composed of the former guards of the Witch's castle was marching in. Their drab uniforms were gone and they marched naked. Their erect members jutted out in front of them. The Scarecrow stared at them and saw that instead of the long halberds he had been afraid of, they each carried an eight inch piece of round wood.

In the middle of the square they stopped and raised their hands. The Scarecrow was amazed as their sticks flew out of their hands. Suddenly his new brains gave him the answer.

"Pieces of broomstick!" he exclaimed. Sure enough the Witch's broomstick had been broken up into activated dildos! Each rod of wood sought out a lady of the Emerald City, and soaring into her cunt began to rotate and vibrate quickly.

The expression of the women at this action was wonderful to see. "It warms my new heart to see them so satisfied," remarked the Tin Man from his seat.

"Indeed, it seems that magic is even better than mechanics in this case, my friend," replied the Scarecrow.

Quickly the animated broomstick sections did their job, and the ladies one after the other collapsed on the grass exhausted. By now most of the population of the Emerald City was in that state. However, a few were still able to continue the exhibition.

Looking over his dominion, the Scarecrow observed, "Over there is a wonderful example of what the French call soixante-neuf, or mutual oralism. She is deep throating his cock as his tongue probes her cunt so well. And the witches' tribadism is a classic example of lesbianism. They are in just the right position to rub their clits together and get each other off. There is so much to catalog here that my brains are spinning! There are fine examples of doggy style fucking, and around the fountain I see some cowboy style too. There are even a few senior citizens who like the classic missionary."

"Oh, yes," his tin companion replied. "My new heart is full of admiration for all these wonderful people who know how to pleasure each other. How lucky it is for the people of Oz that Dorothy met us as she journeyed on the Yellow Brick Road."

"And," said the Scarecrow, "how lucky it is that she and that dratted dog are long gone from here! She always was way too bossy! Now we are free of her interference. Just think, going from having a pole up my ass to being the ruler of the Emerald City. Now that is what I call being Over The Rainbow!"

The people of the Emerald City were now spread out across the grass, pretty much exhausted. Suddenly they were startled into alertness by a huge "ROARRRRR!" coming from the gate. Looking that way, they beheld the Lion entering, trailed by a pride of four lionesses, all with satisfied grins on their faces. As he marched up to the throne to join his friends, a tune started up and soon was floating across the city: "That's how we suck and fuck and play in the merry old land of Oz!"