SOHO EROTICA BOOKS Presents
FANNY'S SWEET PUSSY - SEX MEMOIRS OF A WOMAN OF PLEASURE
© 2011
Soho Erotica Books
Fifty Shades of Sex Erotica
PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS AN ADULT BOOK AND APPROPRIATE ONLY FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MULTIPLE SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE
CENSORED EXCERPT
"In the meantime, I could not help observing the swell of his shirt before, that bolstered out, and showed the condition of things behind the curtain: but he soon removed it, by slipping his shirt over his head.
The young man was about twenty; tall and well endowed. His body was finely formed and of a most vigorous make, square-shouldered, and broad-chested: eyes large, black, and sparkling, and a ruddiness in his cheeks that was the more a grace, for his complexion was of the brownest, not of that dusky dun color which excludes the idea of freshness, but of that clear, olive gloss which, glowing with life, dazzles perhaps less than fairness, and yet pleases more, when it pleases at all. His hair, being too short to tie, fell no lower than his neck, in short easy curls; and he had a few sprigs about his front, that garnished his chest in a style of strength and manliness.
Then I saw his enormous throbbing cock which seemed to rise out of a thicket of curling hair that spread from the root all round thighs and belly up to the navel, stood stiff and upright, but of a size to frighten me, by sympathy, for the small tender part which was the object of its fury, and which now lay exposed to my fairest view; for he had, immediately on stripping off his shirt, gently pushed her down on the couch, which stood conveniently to break her willing fall. Her thighs were spread out to their utmost extension, and discovered between them her moist and hot pussy, the red-centered cleft of flesh, whose lips, blushing flushed red inwards, expressed a small rouge line in sweet miniature.
Phoebe, at this gave me a gentle jog, to prepare me for a whispered question: whether I thought my virginity was much less? But my attention was too much engrossed, too much enwrapped with all I saw, to be able to give her any answer.
By this time the young gentleman had changed her posture from lying breadth to length-wise on the couch: but her thighs were still spread, kneeling between them, displayed to us a side-view of that fierce erect machine of his, which threatened no less than splitting the tender victim, who lay smiling at the uplifted stroke, nor seemed to decline it.
He looked upon his giant cock himself with some pleasure, and guiding it with his hand to the inviting wet slit, drew aside her pussy lips, and lodged it about half way; but there it stuck, I suppose from its growing thickness: he draws it again, and just wetting it with spit, re-enters, and with ease sheathed it now up to the hilt, at which she gave a deep sigh, which was quite another tone than one of pain; he thrusts, she heaves, at first gently, and in a regular cadence; his cock now wet with a silky transparence, but presently the transport began to be too violent to observe any order or measure; their motions were too rapid, their kisses too fierce and fervent for nature to support such fury long: both seemed to me out of themselves: their eyes darted fires:
"Oh!... oh!... I can't bear it... It is too much... I die... I am going..." were Polly's expressions of ecstasy: his joys were more silent; but soon broken murmurs, sighs heart-fetched, and at length a dispatching thrust, as if he would have forced himself up her body, and then motionless languor of all his limbs, all showed that the die-away moment was come upon him; which she gave signs of joining with, by the wild throwing of her hands about, closing her eyes, and giving a deep sob, in which she seemed to expire in an agony of climax and bliss.
When he had finished his stroke, and got from off her, she lay still without the least motion, breathless, as it should seem, with pleasure. He replaced her again breadth wise on the couch, unable to sit up, with her thighs open, between which I could observe a kind of white liquid, like froth, hanging about the outward lips of that recently opened wound, which now glowed with a deeper red. Presently she gets up, and throwing her arms round him, seemed far from undelighted with the trial he had put her to, to judge at least by the fondness with which she eyed and hung upon him.
I will not pretend to describe what I felt all over me during this scene; but from that instant, adieu all fears of what man could do to me; they were now changed into such ardent desires, such ungovernable longings, that I could have pulled the first man that should present himself, by the sleeve, and offered him my own pussy and virginity, which I now imagined the loss of would be a gain I could not too soon procure myself."
18+ ONLY
