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  'Get on to the chairs—the same as before.' But the chairs in the room were very slight, and Sarah was frightened of them slipping away from under her.—So she placed one chair against the end of the bed, and steadied it; and against another which she put a slight distance off, she pushed the large table. Then mounting on the chairs, she squatted with one foot on each as if pissing. I could not very well see her cunt for her backside was towards me, and shadowed it.

  He laid down with his head between the chairs, and just under her cunt. He had taken the bolster and pillows from the bed for his head, and there he laid looking up at her gaping slit, gently frigging his prick all the time. At length he raised himself on one hand, and licked away at her cunt for several minutes, his big prick throbbing, and knocking up against his belly whilst he did it.

  Said he again, 'I wish there was a glass.' Sarah got down, and put on the floor the small glass of the dressing table, and arranged it so that he could see a little of himself as he lay.—But he was not satisfied.—He recommended cunt-licking, and self-frigging, and all was quiet for a minute.—Then he actually roared out,—'Oh—my spunk coming, my spunk,—my spunk,—spunk—oho.—Come down—come over me.'—Off got Sarah, pushed away the chairs, stood over him with legs distended, her arse towards me so that I lost sight of his face, but could see his legs, belly, and cock as he lay on the floor.—'Stoop,—lower,—lower-'—She half squatted, he frigged away, her cunt was now within about six inches of his prick, when frigging hard and shouting out quite loudly—'Hou—Hou—Hou,' his sperm shot out right on to her cunt or thereabouts, and he went on frigging till his prick lessening, he let it go, and flop over his balls.

  Sarah washed her cunt and thighs, and turning round before doing so, stood facing me and pointed to her cunt. His spunk lay thick on the black hair tho I could barely see it.—She smiled and turned away. He lay still on the floor with eyes closed for full five minutes, as if sleep. Sarah washed, put on her chemise and sat down by the fire, her back towards me partly.

  He came to himself, got up and went to the fire—then he washed (his back towards me), then stood by the fire, then fetched the pot and pissed. I saw his great flabby tool in his hand, and the stream sparkling out of it, for it was done just under the light.—Again he stood by the fire, his tool hidden by his shirt which he had on, and they talked.—Then he strode round the room and looked at the prints on the wall, looked even at the very picture beneath which I was peeping.—'What a daub,' he remarked and passed on (it was a miserable portrait of a man), then from the pocket of his trousers he gave Sarah several sovereigns.

  That lady knew her game, and had thrown up her chemise so as to warm her thighs—and after he paid her, he put his hand on to them.—She at the same time put her hand on to his tool. 'Oh what a big one.'—nothing evidently pleased him so much as talking about the size.—'Did you ever see so big a one,' said he for the sixth time I think. 'Never—let's look at it well.—Hold up your shirt.'—He did as told.—Sarah pulled his prick up, then let it fall, handled his balls, pulled the foreskin up and down, and shewed him off again for my advantage.—'Why don't you sit down, are you in a hurry?' Down he sat, is tool was becoming thicker and longer under her clever handling, and hung down over the edge of the chair. He was sitting directly under the gas light, and I could see plainly, for Sarah cunningly had even stirred the fire into a blaze. He was curious about other men's cocks—what their length and thickness was.—She shewed him by measuring on his own, and kept pulling it about, her object being to get it stiff again for me to see his performances.—My delight was extreme—I could scarcely believe that I was actually seeing what I did, and began to wish to feel his prick myself. How large it must feel in the hand I thought, how small mine is compared with it, and I felt my own.—As Sarah pulled down his prepuce, I voluntarily did so to mine, and began to wish she were feeling mine instead of the man's.

  Then only I noticed how white his prick was. His flesh was brownish—and being so sprinkled with hair made it look dark generally.—His prick looked quite white by contrast. Sarah must have been inspired that night, for no woman could have better used her opportunity for giving me pleasure and instruction. Repeating her wonder at the size, she said, 'Let's see how it looks when you kneel.'—He actually knelt as she desired. I saw his prick hanging down between his legs. Soon after in another attitude, I noticed that hair crept up between his bum cheeks, and came almost into tufts on to the cheeks themselves.—I saw that his prick was now swelling.—Sarah taking hold of it, 'Why it's stiff again.' He grasped it in the way I had first seen him, and said eagerly.—'Let's see your cunt again.'

  Sarah half slewed her chair round towards him, opened both legs wide, and put up one of her feet against the mantelpiece, as I have often seen her do when with me. He knelt down and I lost sight of his head between her legs—but saw his hand gently frigging himself as before, and heard soon a splashy, sloppy, slobbery sort of suck, as his tongue rubbed on her cunt now wetted by his saliva. Then he got up and pushed his prick against her face.—'Suck, and I will give you another sovereign.' 'It will choke me—I won't,' said Sarah.

  Then he began to rub her legs and said he liked silk stockings, that few wore silk excepting women whom he did not like,—but 'they all suck prick.'—Again Sarah put up her leg—again he licked her cunt, and then said she must frig him, which she agreed to on his paying another sovereign.

  He told her to go to the edge of the bed and then went to the side nearest the door, which put his back towards me.—He called her there.—'Come here,' said Sarah, laying herself down at the foot. 'No, here.' 'I won't, it's cold close to the door' (she knew that there I could not see his cock). He obeyed, put up her legs (just as I used to do) opened them wide, and I could sideways see her black haired quim gaping. 'Close them,' he cried. She did and lay on her back, her knees and heels together up to her bum, 'I'll spend over your silk stockings,' said he, now frigging violently. Sarah to save her stockings, just as his spunk spurted, opened her legs wide and it went over her cunt and belly.—He never seemed to notice it.

  I had passed an intensely exciting couple of hours by myself, watching this man with his huge fucking machine. Sarah in her attitudes, altho I had seen them fifty times, looked more inviting than ever. My prick had been standing on and off for an hour.—I would have fucked anything in the shape of cunt if it had been in hand, and nearly groaned for want of me. As I saw her legs open to receive his squirt, heard his shout of pleasure, and saw his violent, frig, frig, frig, I could restrain myself no longer, but giving my cock a few rubs, spent against the partition, keeping my eye at the peephole all the while.

  He wiped his cock on her cunt hair, washed, and went away seemingly in a hurry.—Sarah came in to me.—'Don't you want me,' said she.—I pointed to my spunk on the partition. 'You naughty boy, I want it awfully.'—Soon after I was fucking her.—With all her care to save her silk stockings, sperm had hit her calf, and while I fucked her at the bed side, I made her hold up her leg that I might look at it.—It excited me awfully. What a strange thing lust is.

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  Eroticon 3

  Our chief had been slain in battle and I succeeded to the principality, but my mother swayed the real power. I was happy she should do so, provided she did not interfere with my liaisons. Akhbar, captain of the guard, was my abject slave, so were Cassim and Selim, two of the bravest in the army. One night I invited them all to my apartments.

  'Should not a Circassian princess have as many privileges as a Turkish pasha?'

  'Certainly,' they all replied.

  'You, then, shall be my harem,' I said, rising. 'You, Cassim, should be lord of the lips.' The polite you
ng officer came to my side and kissed me. 'You, Selim, are lord of the bosom.' He in turn caressed the bosom which peeped out of my bodice. 'And you, Akhbar, shall be lord of the thighs.'

  He kneeled before me and, raising my skirts, planted a kiss on the hairy sheath they concealed. His tongue parted the lips and a flush of desire mantled through me. 'Selim,' I gasped, 'undress me…'

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