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When I was born, Venus was just risen from the bed of Mars and filled with amorous satisfaction, and she may have looked down as I uttered my first weak cry, and, as a return for the joys with which she was still panting, gone onto the altar and as grateful offering prayed:Sweet Priapus, may this child born at the climax of my happiness with Mars be richly endowed by thee, that the earthly woman may know and taste the sweets of his godlike image of thy scepter.I say something like this must have happened, for when I was adolescent I developed manly qualities that my lady friends vow they have never seen equaled; and although I am modest, I am too polite to contradict them, and I therefore write you a "Tale of my Tail."******Excerpt******In an instant my cock was out and, grasping her by the ankles, I pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed; lifting her leg high in the air, I brought my cock down and stood close to her dainty, curly-haired cunt."Fuck me!" she cried. "Put it into me, I have been dying for you to fuck me ever since you came. Oh, what a monster! There, I will put it in myself. Oh, what a splendid prick! I have never had so big a one before. Quick-- quick--fuck me--fuck me hard, I can't wait!" Seizing the palpitating thighs, I did fuck-- fucked hard, fucked with the freshness of a long rest.*************************Warning: This ebook contains explicit and forbidden descriptions of taboo sexual activity. It may include themes or elements of taboo, forbidden, and adult topics. It is intended for open minded mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.XXX Adults Only 18+ Graphic Content

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The Town Bull

Dog Murphy

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Copyright © 2016 Dog Murphy

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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, businesses, and incidents are from the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual places, people, or events is purely coincidental. Any trademarks mentioned herein are not authorized by the trademark owners and do not in any way mean the work is sponsored or associated with the trademark owners. Any trademarks used are specifically in a descriptive capacity.

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

At twenty-one I was a clerk at a good salary in New York, spending money freely on wine and women, until one of the Wall Street panics shook the whole business community and I found myself stranded with only a few dollars in my pocket. I paid my landlady and asked her to keep my trunk for a few days. I strolled out to seek some cheaper lodgings and to try to find some new employment.

As I wandered through the fashionable promenades, the brilliant electric lights shone on a scene that I knew full well, and on many a free and easy woman into whose good graces my pocketbook had been an open sesame. But now, what had I to do with them?

They were earning their living—so why harbor ugly thoughts of them, if they passed me by; rather, leave this brilliant scene and go into the byways, where pocketbooks were as slim as my own.

As I wandered through the dingy streets of the East Side, I was thirsty. No half-bottle of Roederer now—a glass of beer must suffice me, and I went into one of those small German saloons that abound in that quarter—a few bottles of cheap wine, a keg of beer, and a woman fair, fat, and forty, were the entire table of contents.

The buxom proprietress served me a foamy mug and chatted pleasantly while she quaffed one herself. She seemed to take a deep interest in me, and thinking that she might by some chance know of a suitable lodging, I asked her.

"Why," she said, "I am alone here, and back of the shop there are two bedrooms; if you like, I'll show you one of them."

"I would like to look at it."

"Well, we will have to shut up the shop first, it is getting late; you just lock the door and pull down the shades while I wash the glasses."

And as I turned the key in the lock, I looked back to see her leaning over the low sink, busily washing. By jove! what an expanse of buttocks I beheld, what a magnificent pair of legs! The Town Bull was ready to serve!

"Ah, my dear, your splendid bum and legs have made me as stiff as a poker!"

"Go away!" she said, and then, changing her tone, she continued: "You haven't seen them yet; would you like to?" and before I could answer, the lively woman, still leaning away from me, pulled her skirt up to the middle of her back and I was handling buttocks as luxurious and rosy as any that Rubens ever painted, and my fine erection was poking them in a jiffy.

"Wait a moment, this ain't comfortable!" And straightening up, the now eager woman lifted her clothes to her waist and threw herself back on the table. As my prick entered her, she exclaimed: "Lord, what a big prick you have!"

As I worked my spigot hard and fast in her bunghole, she sighed and wriggled and called me a splendid diddler, and her juicy spendings oozed all around my prick, just as the foamy beer does round the spigot as it is driven.

Her heaving belly quickened; then as I left her it began to quiet. I sat opposite to her, gazing at her richly developed charms, and she continued to praise the way I fucked her and jumping up, said: "Come, let's go to bed." In a twinkling she showed me into the small room, and both stark naked, we mounted the bed.

She was not bad, a mountain of fruity, firm flesh, not too heavy yet, but lively as a young girl who is just beginning to know the fun of tickling.

"Oh, but what a whopper he is!" and her plump hands grasped my fast-stiffening prick. "What a fine comforter for a woman every night in the year! And he is raising himself so quickly too. Lord, how big he is getting! Oh, it is splendid, my dear boy, put it in me again!" And once more her buxom belly shook with the pleasure of a good hard diddle, till she squirmed again and vowed that I fucked like a "bull."

As I rested after this play, she caressed my fallen pintle, and I asked: "Won't you kiss him to make him stand for you again?"

"No, I won't. I have never kissed a man's cock and I won't! You may fuck me as much as you like but I never will suck it, it's nasty!"

Here was a new kink in lechery. Many a lady, dainty and supposedly virtuous, have I had kiss and suck my cock and even call it my ruby-headed spear. From experience I know that the higher in society and the higher the tone of the woman, the farther she will go in debauchery, and my story of experiences proves it.

For a week, my German Venus boarded me and kept me in trim. I had only to serve as a stallion to her and I took her adoration pleasantly. She even went so far as to rope in a young married woman who lived over the shop, for whom I had expressed an admiration, having seen her in the privy with her skirts up to her waist, making water.

The woman's husband was at work and as we saw her go up to her room, my mistress, seeing how agitated I was, said: "Ah, my lusty plugger, I will see if I cannot get that pretty piece of virtue to take a piece of this." She drew out a good ten inches of rosy stiffness from my breeches. "Go into the small room and strip naked!" was her command. As I obeyed her and lay on my back on the bed with a perpendicular prick, she said: "I am generous to give another cunt a taste of that, but I will!" and off she started.

I soon heard their voices in the shop: "What, you never have tasted brandy?"

"No, never!"

"Why, it is good! It warms your insides so, it makes your blood boil!" and as I peeped into the room, I saw my hostess was pouring two big bumpers of cognac, each enough to go to a man's head, let alone a woman's.

Mrs. Virtue from upstairs seemed to like it, sipped it at first, then took a big gulp.

"Oh, it makes me feel real good!" she said.

"There is no trade during the middle of the day. I will lock the door and we can spend a little time in jollification," and the two glasses were again filled and emptied.

"Oh, how lively it makes me feel," said Mrs. Virtue. "I feel as if I could dance like those girls at the theater, who throw their heels as high as their head."

"Well, let's both strip and try it!" said the older one and in a second her clothes were in a heap on the floor.

"Oh, what a fine woman you are!" cried Mrs. Virtue. "Why don't you get married? Any man would like such a plump piece of flesh in bed with him."

"That's all right, my dear, but I don't want to tie myself to one man, for if I meet a nice fellow, it is so much finer, you know. I can take a fuck out of him without any fear of a jealous husband raising hell about it. But hurry and get out of your clothes." And with the help so readily offered, Mrs. Virtue was soon arrayed only in two pink stockings.

"What a pity to keep such a pretty shape for one cock only!" cried my hostess. "Why don't you steal a diddle once in a while when your husband is at work? Lot of men would pay you well to get into you."

"Oh, stop talking about men, let's dance!" And the half-tipsy Mrs. Virtue began to kick her heels in the air. She was limber and light of foot, and in complete abandonment she whirled around and around her heavier seducer, who managed it so that the lively girl gave me, peeping through the door crack, the fullest possible view of her.

"Now I would like to see you dancing up and down on a good stiff prick," cried the older one.

"Well, if I had one, I would do it!" answered the girl. "I have often dreamed of doing it with other men, but have never dared to venture it. If now you had only a good stiff cock growing out of your fat belly, I would make you fuck me this minute."

This was enough. Grabbing the girl, she pulled her into the bedroom, where I had hastily thrown myself upon the bed and pretended to be asleep.

The girl saw me and gave a little scream.

"Hush, you will wake him. Ain't he a fine fellow? He is lazy and I keep him just to have his big prick handy. Just feel of it, ain't it a beauty?" And the elder one carried the younger one's hand to the ten inches of perpendicular that stood out from my belly. As the pink hand grasped it, I could stand it no longer and, springing up, grabbed Mrs. Virtue and laid her flat on her back, kneeling between her thighs.

"Fuck her! Fuck her!" cried our hostess. "Let her feel how much better are stolen sweets than always diddling with the same old cock."

"Well, my dear," said I, "would you like a few shakes of this?" I held its hulky length out to her, the skin drawn from its head to show its red readiness.

The girl squirmed and cried out: "You shall! I'm drunk; my slit is on fire, quick, fuck me, the very sight of your big prick makes me want to spend."

And I was on and in her, my big prick fleshed in Mrs. Virtue's hot and eager cunt.

"Give it to her!" cried our hostess. "Show that a husband's fucking is not worth a fart compared to a lover's!" And the girl seemed to be of the same opinion, for I was no sooner stretching her sheath with my enormous erection, than fright forgotten, the true nature of the girl came out, and in a spasm of lechery she seized me with arms and legs, fired her kisses on every part of me that she could reach, and heaved her bum and wriggled till her belly was as lively a bit of flesh as I had ever got under me.  And as my prick began to swell and spend, she cried: "Oh, it's heavenly—quicker—give it to—to—me, diddle me harder—there—there—there! I'm off! Oh, how I feel it getting into me, oh you darling fellow! Give it to me—all of it!" And squirming and panting, I ran my prick to a grand but gradual standstill in her and lay panting on her belly.

As I rolled over and lay beside her, leaning on my elbow, she flung her arms about me and kissed me, soon taking the fallen hero in her hand. "Stolen sweets are the best," she said; then throwing herself in the arms of my hostess, she continued: "Oh, my dear, dear woman, I am so glad that you made me do this. It was splendid, but how you must feel. Let me rub it for you."