you growing tired of my lips, m'darling master?”
Actually, I was rather weary of her. As stated, I soon tire of a cunt, and I was tired of her, using her only when no other hairy spot was available, as like today.
I was at the point of telling her I was tired of all three portals-cunt, anus and mouth-but caught my words in time, for an irate woman has been known to severely bite a man's cock-for a woman, on being rejected, becomes what she is, a mere animal.
To even the most unenlightened reader it must be easily apparent that my uncle does not hate women… he detests them, and I fear that I, perhaps trodding in his sex-filled footsteps, am becoming to be an adherent of the same cult, much to my apparent dislike.
To me a woman is becoming a vehicle only to propagate the race-something which I have no desire to do- and afford man pleasure sexually, and perhaps we could add that some make good housekeepers, although such a woman is indeed a rarity.
Most women, in truth, do not learn how to fuck, thereby not even using the only hold they have over a man. Most just lie on their backs, legs open and up, as the man plies his sword. They make not a wriggle or movement to aid him who pays their bills. Indeed, most of them do nothing but gasp and break wind while undertaking the penis.
As for mouths, most would immediately feel anger if a man asked them to suck him, which goes back to my uncle's theory that fucking in the cunt comes naturally to a human female, they will after some persuasion take the penis rectally-but few will take the cock in the mouth, as my little maid was doing, and as her lips, tongue, jaws and other muscles now pulled on my prick.
I mentioned, I do believe, that my face was between her legs, my mouth ladling whiteness from her vagina, did I not? Well, there is much to learn in lapping, also.
My uncle taught me how to lap. I spent hours before a mirror making my tongue twist into a sort of a spoon- like ladle with which I could sweep the sweet, white cum from the pulsating cunt.
Sometimes get on your hands and knees and watch your dog lap water. Notice how his red tongue makes itself into a spoon wherein he laps the water to transfer to his gullet.
One would gain no information watching his cat lap milk for the cat has corrugated points on his tongue and, when he laps, the milk stays behind these corrugations and is thus transported to the feline mouth.
It is very difficult to train the muscles of the tongue to twist the tongue into a spoon-like affair. I practiced many, many hours, I can assure you.
Also, the tongue must go sidewise into the cunt, for usually the tongue is too broad to enter crosswise. A lapper may twist his head, his nose facing a thigh, or he may learn to twist his tongue until it stands on edge and therefore easily enters the moist, damp cunt.
Once the tongue is safely inside the cunt, the owner of the tongue can then place his head in normal position-in other words, he can then face the female's bare feet.
Now arises another problem for the lapper. Some women love to roll their buttocks high and present their cunt in such a position that the man's tongue goes directly down into it.
Many put a pillow under their buttocks to attain this desired angle of their hips. Thus when a man's head comes down his nose is buried in the female's anus, and some females, possibly because their passion loosens their bowels, might fart loudly and damply, thus spraying the man's face-and nostrils-with a spattering of brown.
I do not object to the breaking wind, for some females have very sweet farts-in fact, I do believe that the fart of any female-yes,
This fact, of course, cannot be proved, and shall have to go down as personal preference, nothing more. But each time the male head goes down, the male tongue going like a prick into the female cunt, the male's nose must, of course, pierce the female asshole below him.
To me it seems strange indeed that some men- either while sucking a man or tonguing a woman-become ill when sniffing an asshole, for as stated I find the anus perfume very enticing.
These men, I understand, like the taste of semen or ovary secretions, and to fully enjoy these they wear cotton pads in their nostrils and breathe through their mouths, which indeed must be a difficult task when they skin their mouths up and down a rigid penis.
I can easily understand how the nostrils could be plugged when such men ladle a female because their mouths are not full, as they are when the mouths caress a knobby prick.
When ladling a cunt, a man can breathe around his tongue, of course. Personally, I believe similar to my good uncle who says, “If I didn't enjoy farts and shit in my face and nose I'd not be over a woman's cunt with my mouth. I would quit ladling and sucking entirely.”
I have discovered, through long practical application, that some female ovaries secrete much sweeter cum than other ovaries. I do not know why this is. Some claim it is because the woman with sweet cum eats sweeter and less seasoned food, and I have found merit in this theory, strange and unnatural as it may seem, for I have found the cum of Italian women rather bitter, and these women eat many highly-spiced foods.
I have never ladled a Spanish woman. A male friend of mine has 'eaten' a few Spanish females and he reports each had very bitter cum. He once ladled a woman visiting in Spain and her cum, he said, was bitter as gall.
He later made discreet inquiries and learned that this woman-the one with cum like gall-came from Mexico, which is a poor, priest-ridden country south of the bastardly colonies of English religious fanatics, which I have mentioned previously and hope I do not mention again, for the very words on my tongue make my belly sick.
My friend later learned that the ignorant, superstitious Mexicans ate food more spicy than that of Madrid and Lisbon, if such food is possible. He also reported these women poor suckers.
I do not know about the latter. I ladled a few Italian women, as stated, but, as also stated, I have never ladled Spanish or Mexican, and frankly I do not care to, for I accept my friend's judgment implicitly.
The tongue also comes into another use, one which I employed frequently now as I fucked by tongue my little maid. My tongue would dart from her cunt, store her cum in my mouth, and then sweep downward, cleaning her open, straining asshole, and each time I did this her hips wriggled harder, for the anus muscles are indeed coated with sensitive nerves.
Each time I did this my tongue naturally gathered a bit of brown, which I gladly mixed with her cum. This indeed makes a very tasty mixture and I firmly advise a male to try this concoction.
I am one of the persons who love to swish cum in my mouth, thus gaining the utmost in flavor from the female ejaculation, if females can be said to ejaculate. Some ladlers, I am told, swallow the cum immediately.
I can see how such hasty swallowing could be possible if a man rode a female that had orgasm after orgasm, as did my little maid who is definitely nymphomaniacal and could fuck naturally or lap and suck for twenty four hours a day, not taking time out even for substance or liquids.
Again, I felt her mouth tighten on my cock. Again, she nibbled my cock slightly, bringing me back to the present.
Again, her muffled words. “M'lord?”
“Yes?” Also muffled.
“Your cock, m'lord, grows softer. Am I suddenly lacking in sucking ability, m'lord?”
“No, m'maid, no. Your tongue is strong. Your lips are pulling happily. It is in my person, m'love.”
“You think, perhaps, of another cunt?”
Anger rimmed her words. I realized I had become lost in speculation and revery, and behind my thoughts lurked the tragedy of last night-the two coaches roaring, the one gaining and overtaking the other, and Lord Haversock, pistol in hand… and what happened after that….
And Lord Haversock owned a part of the bastardly King's ear, too….
“No other cunt, m'love, “I hastily assured.
“But you-”
I suddenly feigned anger, as one does when confronted by an irate inferior. Thus I ran my right thumb hurriedly into her asshole which, at that moment, happened to be gaping conveniently open.
“Hush such talk, bitch, and suck. You know I love only you, wench. Use your tongue, female!”
Her lips immediately tightened around my shaft, which I sank to my balls in her mouth. Her sweet tongue licked out, lapped my testicles, and a million little imps of happiness thrilled my flesh, driving me into harder fucking,
