1. Hymn to Marc Doodle


    Date: 9/16/2016, Categories: Fetish, Interracial Sex, Sex Humor, Author: qudduse, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    Oh you, You who are so Full Of the delicious Sticky raisins You who are the only one To fill My bowels To quench My itching sphincter For you I wait with open mouth Toothless and smooth To caress your poor Sore and Four Inch phallus With Tongue lips and gum "Marc" The first and last word On my mind when I Explore My intestines Yearning To be filled With you Anything From you Especially The sticky raisins That are your specialty Together Just think what we could do Combined Tongue lips gum and phallus Combining The excrement oozing from every pore Plunging the world The internet Into a torrent Of sticky raisins. Marc Doodle, I love you. TP One aunt as said lived in H***shire, a widow; her son, my cousin Fred, was preparing for the Army. I wanted a change and went by advice to stay there. Fred was a year eider than me, wild and baudy to the day of his death, he talked from boyhood incessantly about women. I had not seen him for some time, and he told me of his amours, asking me about mine. I let him know all, without disclosing names; he told me in nearly the words that it was "a lie," for he had heard my mother say that I was the steadiest young fellow possible, and she could trust me anywhere. This, coupled with my quiet look and the care I took not to divulge names, made him disbelieve me; but I disclosed so many facts about women's nature that he was somewhat astonished. He told me what he had done, about having had the clap, and what to do if I got it; then he had seduced ...
    a cottagers daughter on the estate; but his description of the taking did not accord with my limited experience. One day he pointed the girl out to me at the cottage door, and said he now had her whenever he wanted. She was a great coarse wench, whom he had seen in my aunt's fields. He had caught her piddling on one side of a hedge; she saw him looking at the operation from a ditch, and abused him roundly for it; it ended in an acquaintance, and his taking her virginity one evening on a hay-cock, that was his account of it. Her father was a labourer on my aunt's estate, the girl lived with him and a younger s****r, her name was Sarah; he expatiated on her charms from backside to bubbies, but it was soon evident to me that with this woman it was no money, no cunt; for he borrowed money off me to give her. I had squeezed money out of my aunt, my guardian, and mother, and had about ten pounds, a very large sum for me then, so I lent him a few shillings. He had his shove, as he called it, and triumphantly gave me again such account of his operations and the charms of the lady that I, who, had been some time without poking, wondered if the girl would let me; arguing to myself, he gives her money -my girl never wanted money, - why should his? He had been dinning into my ears that all women would let men for money, or presents, or else from lust. "Kiss and grope, and if they don't cry out, show them your prick and go at them." These maxims much impressed me. "Fred," said my aunt at ...
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