Chapter 13
Mrs. Smith stirred uneasily, as Ella began her story. "Try and keep your voice down" she said anxiously.
Ella ignored Mrs. Smith, drained off her whiskey, took a great pull at her beer, and began.
It's no use pretending, said Ella, that I don't like men. I do. I have no resistance whatsoever against the human cock, and quite an interest in all cocks. I like to. see a cock rise, and I like to see the spunk pour out of it. That's why I prefer to toss men off rather than to be fucked by them. Of course that applies to the times when I'm with one man only. With a group of men, I can have it all ways. I like to have the things squirming between my breasts, or under my armpits, or between my toes, or in my behind, or in my hair, and of course one in my cunt as well and a couple each in each hand. No doubt that's what the communists mean when they talk about communal entertainments. It's very nice to see and to feel at the same time. And I like the taste of spunk; I think it's better than caviar; it goes beautifully, on toast and butter with champagne. It's difficult to keep, of course, but fresh supplies are always easy to get, so I don't worry. The only trouble is that some men are a bit shy, and need a lot of coaxing before they'll take part in group pleasures. As I said, other cocks interests me too. Monkey's cocks, for instance, dog's cocks are very easy to handle, sheep's cocks are a good size, and of course goats' cocks are a dream-absolute beauties. Horses' cocks are nicely shaped, and very easy to finish with a stick. As you can gather, I'm not exactly a virgin, and the nice little story I'm going to tell you should prove that my experience is quite extensive. In fact once you've heard the story, you'll agree that I could be called a good all-rounder.
by the time I was fifteen, I had been halffucked by my father that is to say tossed off by him while he tossed himself off, fucked fully by the masters at my school and most of the boys as well as by the postmen, dust en, rent-collectors, policemen, deliveryboys and Heaven knows who else. My art in masturbating the human cock was also pretty advanced by this time, and I had had time too to try out most forms of sodomy. It is common for adolescents to pass through a Byronic period, of assumed boredom and precocious cynicism, and at the age of seventeen, I succumbed to this malady myself. I thought I knew everything, and that I had seen every kind of cock and felt every size of human balls. So jaded and bored was I, that I used often to read a magazine and chew chocolates, while with one hand I tossed off a bunch of half a dozen cocks and allowed myself at the same time to be fucked in my cunt and all over my body. These harmless little adolescent group orgies used to take place in the fields outside the town in which I lived. The field actually formed part of the property of a farmer who was reputed to be very eccentric. We discovered my twenty or so boy friends and I, that we were being watched by someone hiding in the edge by the fields, and we guessed that the Peeping Tom must be the farmer. So as to drive the Peeping Tom into the open, we worked out a campaign for goading him sexually. "Went transferred the site of our little group games to the edge of the field by the edge, and when we saw the hedge rustling, we put our plan into operation. The boys all took off their trousers, then they undressed me and placed me, with my legs wide open, upon a heap of hay. My cunt was now in full view of the Peepin Tom. The boys now got some paint, and drew some circles round my cunt, so that finally my body resembled a shooting target, with my cunt as the bull. From a distance of one yard the boy now stood in front of me and tossed themselves off in turn, the ides being to hit the bull-that is my cunt-with their spunk. Of couo nobody hit the bull (we had arranged this advance), even though some of the boys had three or four goes. The game went on and on, and I lay the in the sun, with little spurts of warm spunk landing all over my body an my face.
Suddenly there was a bellow of anguish from the edge, and the farmer rushed out, his trousers off and his great rough stiff cock swaying from side to side in front of him. He was going to take a flying leap at me, but the boys seized him and pulled him to the ground. I came up to join in the ins pection, and I was amazed when I saw his scrotum. His balls were of a fantatic zize, such as I had not seen on any animal. Filled with curiousity, I tossed him off quickly while the boys held him, pointing his cock at my body. The spunk which shot out was so hot, that for a moment I thought my skin would be scalded. And the amount that came out was incredible. It just went on and on and on, pouring out in a thick hot creamy stream. At last he was finished.
The boys were as astonished as I was. "That must have been a good pint of spunk" said one of them, and the others agreed.
The farmer lay back, relieved. The boys no longer had to hold him down. I must admit that I was full of admiration for the power of his cock. I looked appreciatively at the patch of ground, some two yards away, where most of the spunk had fallen. As I did this, I suddenly noticed something white among the grass. I went over to look at it, and to my astonishment I saw a tiny mushroom. I examined the patch of ground more closely, and noticed a lot of other tiny mushroom heads.
"Do you know what," I said to the boys, "I think his spunk is so concentrated and hot chat it's already brought mushrooms out of the ground." The boys went to look, and their astonishment was a great as mine.
The farmer sighed. "I expect you're right," he said. Before my wipe died, she was literally covered with warts. I think my spunk has some specially quality. Whatever it is, that quality is a disaster to me. Since my wife's death I haven't been able to concentrate on my work, and now I'm nearly bankrupt. I'm even ashamed Co go to a doctor and show my balls."
An idea had been forming itself in my mind. I went over to the patch of ground again. Yes, sure enough, some of the mushroom heads were already mushrooms of average size; and all round them there were dozens and dozens of new little heads springing up.
"Look here," I said to the farmer. "I can put you of your sexual misery. Are you interested in coming to an arrangement with me?"
"If I could fuck you occasionally," said he farmer, "at least once a day, say, I should be the happiest man alive. At the moment I'm tossing myself off all the time, or going with my own sheep but that doesn't satisfy me. On the other hand I'm terrified about the poisonous quality oœ my spunk. I'm quite certain that it was my spunk which turned my wife into a solid hideous mass of wartz, and killed her."
"You can use a French letter," I said. "In fact, to be on the safe side, you'd better wear three at once. If you promise to do that, I'll let you fuck me, but I insist on the boys being present, so that they can protect me in cave you go mad."
"You're a darling," said the farmer. "I agree absolutely. I'll do whatever you say.
The next day the boys and I went to the farmhouse. We all had a vast meal, then we cleared the table, the farmer put on his three French letters, and fucked me on the table. There was a good half-pint of liquid in the French letter which the boys took off the farmer's cock. I transferred the spunk very carefully to a jar, said good-bye to the farmer and, taking the jar with me, went out. In the woods near the farmhouse the boys and I now cleared the ground, and turned it over a little. Into this ground I poured minute quantities of the spunk. The spunk was enough for about half an acre of ground. We all went home, arranging to meet at the same place in the woods very early the next day.
Next morning I was the first there. What I had foreseen had happened. The area where we had poured the farmer's spunk was chock-full of the most colossal mushrooms I had ever seen. I got the boys to gather these in sacks, when they arrived, and we carried the mushrooms back to the town, and I sold them for a very good price to a vegetable wholesaler, who immediately ordered double the quantity for the next day.
I took fifty per cent of the proceeds, and gave the rest to the boys. Then we went back to the farmhouse, and I let the farmer fuck me three times. .This way we collected nearly a pint and a quarter of the precious liquid, went back to die wood, cleared more ground, and distributed the spunk as before. The next day I had over fifty pounds in. my Post Office account, and the boys had fifty pounds between them. The wholesaler was absolutely delighted, and said he would take any amount of mushrooms from me.
The farmere was now literally besieged by me and the boys. As soon as he had fucked me, some of the boys would go off with the liquid gold, white others and myself would stay behind, until the farmer had recovered sufficiently to have another fuck. It seemed that his balls were inexhaustable, and we carried off pint after of spunk each dy. Of course, my fanny became very sore in the process, as the farmer had about as much delicacy as one of his own bulls, but I didn't mind that at all, and my Post Office account soon reached a thousand pounds. The boys, much as they regretted the inaccessibility of my fanny during this period, were delighted with their share of the money, and worked like madmen.
To help us so drain off the farmer's spunk in an organised way, we got him to take to drink. Each day out of my earnings (which were soaring higher and higher) I bought him three bottles of Scotch, and with these and the reliet from his sexual pressures, he was perfectly happy. We also arranged for him to sell off all his stock of animals and all hid machinery. By now we were using every corner of his land for mushrooms. The wholesaler was now supplying the whole county with our mushrooms, and even London. My income at one time rose to nearly se ven hundred pounds a day.
To lighten my part of the work, the boys managed to get the farmer sozzmed enough to use their behinds. When he was really drunk and blind to the world, we all used to take turns in tossing him off. The daily output of mushroom growing spunk became enormous, and, as the farmer became drunker and drunker, and, it the end permanently drunk, there was hardly a moment day or night when his cock was not being masturbated for the precious liquid. The boys worked with lanterns at night to sew the mushrooms.
This carried on for about a year. My cunt by then was absolutely pulverised, and the shadows round my eyes were black and inches deep-or so it seemed to me. So as not to hurt my fanny, I used to walk very slowly. My arsehole was in much the same state, as very often I used to shove the farmer's terrible cock up my arse without his knowing.
Well, one day the end came. We had tossed him off a dozen times, while he was drunk, and suddenly there he was, dead. We called in the local doctor, who diagnosed heart failure, and the farmer was buried four days later.
by this time I had sixty thousand pounds in the bank. But I couldn't bear to think of thoe wonderful balls rotting under the round. One night, with the help of the boys, we dug the corpse out and I cut off the cock and the balls. The cock I kept as a souvenir, the balls, chopped up into pieces, we put in the ground. We had hoped to revive them somehow, but it was no good.
In the meantime we had experimented with the boy's spunk. I used to toss them all off into a bucket two or three times, until we had enough liquid to put into the ground. But nothing emerged from the ground except a few very measly toadstools.
Four days after the segments of the farmer's balls had been planted in the ground, we went (without much hope) to have a look. Imagine our surprise when we saw fourteen mushrooms each about eight feet high. We hired a lorry, loaded the gigantic mushrooms onto it, and went off to the vegetable wholesaler. He could hardly believe his eyes. He immediately wrote out a cheque for three thousand pounds, and said he would make money ou of the mushrooms by exhibiting them all over the world. Well, that was the end of my period as a fed-up and cynical young flapper.
To compensate the boys for their lean sexual period, even though they hid earned a lot of money, I gave them All a good time for a few weeks. They all fucked me, they all got sucked off, and one way and another, all their cocks were dry and happy by the time I left my native town and took myself off to London, where I have remained ever since.
I was rich, and could devote the rest of my life to enjoying the human cock.
I forgot to Bay that I tried some of the farmer's mushrooms-and they were delicious.