her lips and tongue and entire mouth happily fucking me.
Oh, how she could suck, the big-breasted whore!
Episode Number Five
Whenever I change sexual positions on a woman my orgasm becomes somewhat delayed. I then have to labor and gain my former high peak which eventually leads to my ejaculation.
Thus I was slightly delayed while the maid gave me the sucking process. Besides my thoughts wandered, as stated. I realized I was still worried about the Lady Haversock affair.
I had been an idiot-an unmitigated fool-to succumb to the beautiful lady's sexual lures and I had been even a greater fool for bedding the fair brute in her own environs, for the sexual transaction had taken place in My Lady's own bedroom.
I was not afraid of her husband in the physical sense of the word. Although he was a big man, he was twenty odd years older than I, who was also as tall but thinner and more wiry, for youth was on my side.
It was the bastardly king I feared, for Lord Haversock-so rumor held-was at this moment his majesty's (the two words are not worthy of capitals!) closest confidant.
But perhaps by now-or within a few days-Lord Haversock would be fallen from the king's favor? And yet another point entered my consideration, and it was this: Rumor held that Lord Haversock was indeed a proud man. Were he to confide to the king of the disloyalty of his wife the king would undoubtedly, while in his cups, tip the secret to other court hangers-on, and Lord Haversock would indeed become a laughing stock, cuckold husband that he had been.
I could do nothing but keep my ear to the ground, my running shoes close at hand, and abide my time- although even now, as my penis slid in and out of that delectably red female mouth, my nerves were raw and I cursed my prick for betraying me, but what man is not betrayed by his erect penis?
I smelled the sweet haunting perfume of a young asshole and plaint cunt whose pubic hairs, long and silky, were now white with female secretions. My head was hugged by two soft female thighs. Below my ladling tongue lovely female hips rose and fell in sexual manipulations.
A sudden sexual urge struck the maid's hips, driving my nose deeper in her anus as her hips rose, her heels digging the bed. My tongue at that moment happened to be deep inside her vagina, a red spoon searching for her delicious cum.
My tongue didn't search long for a gush of whiteness surged from her, filling my tongue's spoon rapidly. My tongue retreated from her lunging, sucking vagina.
On its way out, my tongue moved by design across her clitoris, her most touchy point. This brush maneuver brought further violent pitching of her hips, her cunt closing down around my retreating tongue. At that moment, too, she broke wind, her sexual passion being so great that, momentarily, she had lost control of her anus muscles.
I swallowed her cum, the nicest tasting of all, perhaps, that my tonsils have seen slide past. Her lips pulled hard on my cock, and I felt my knob strike her back palate, her tongue massaging and loving. And, with a sudden heave of my hips, my trusty testicles launched my manly semen thunderingly into her throat.
Her tongue doubled, hastily pushing my prick back more into her mouth, for she wanted my cum on her tongue, not her tonsils, for she wanted to savor what her lips, tongue and jaws had worked so long-and patiently-to produce.
Accordingly, I aided her by lifting my hips, only my knob remaining between her lips. Lust grabbing her, she broke wind again-a long, keening fart, and while this happened, her strong lips twisted and sucked my bulb as my semen jetted into her damp, waiting mouth.
How can one describe the bliss of a male ejaculation? Does our English language hold sufficient adjectives to permit complete description?
I doubt this. One at this time is not on the earth. A man floats among red, howling clouds,
I was the one who broke wind this time-a long, soughing sound of relief and happiness, dim in the blur of my pounding ears. I felt my testicles fairly leap in my sac. I felt the masculine semen jet down my tube and out my penis. And I felt the tongue pulling, the lips tugging, the mouth begging for more and more-and still more! — of my semen!
Oh, how I loaded down that lovely, delectable mouth! Oh, how the lips skinned my knob, the tongue darting across my pee-hole, then out to lave my trusty, delivering rocks!
My very thighs trembled over her. I felt her nose gouging my asshole, for she wanted all my cock now that my semen had, at long last, stopped flowing, and she took me to my rocks, her lips and tongue twisting and milking my stones of every drop of my life-giving whiteness.
My tongue ladled her vagina, filling my mouth; this time, though, I did not swallow her honey-cum, for we still had our little love-game to play when finally we would sit side by side, buttock against buttock, on the rim of my bed.
I heard her gasp something indistinguishable, for my cock-although fading fast-still filled her mouth. Slowly, my head rose from her thighs, my long tongue the last to leave her person. I then raised my hips. My cock was limber now, for she'd sucked-yeah-, milked! — the last bit of white from its tube.
I pulled my penis from her by sheer effort, her lips trying to claim it for all time, but finally my knob left her lips, which gave it a damp kiss as it departed.
Her tongue then shot up and laved my anus as I made my dismount from her head, my mouth filled with her cum, her jaws filled with my semen. We sat now on the edge of my huge bed, arms around each other.
She was soft and she smelled soft, and mixed with this perfume was the lovely aroma of her cunt, asshole and fleshy thighs and of my damp prick and completely cleaned asshole.
She said, around my semen, “That was a good fuck, m'lord. We fuck good together, m'lord, in each of the three ways, do we not?
I said, around her cum, “You have a delectable cunt, m'maid. You know how to use your hips, also.”
She tried to laugh but couldn't, due to her mouthful. We looked steadily at each other. Her blue eyes held a merriment that bespoke of good health and complete honesty. Looking back now I realize she was, perhaps, the only honest woman I've ever met, and there are times when I miss her very much, and not because of her fucking ability, either.
My arm went around her. Her arms, soft and possessive, went around my neck, and then one dropped and found my penis, now small and anything but rigid. Her one arm pulled down my head and her other pulled upward on my cock, and dismay tugged me momentarily.
For she wanted to again put our bodies together in one of the three forms of sexual connection. She never, never got enough of a man's cock, be that cock mine or my uncle's.
“She is stupid to everything but sex,” my uncle had described her, “and because she is with little brains she is honest, for to be dishonest requires intelligence.”
“She is completely woman. She knows that a woman is on earth only to keep a man's clothes and house clean and to keep his testicles depleted. I would judge that Eve was just as ignorant.
“For did not stupid Eve fall in love with a snake? And what cunt today, even the most ignorant and most stupid, would be dumb enough to want a snake to fuck her?”
Now she and I moved our lips closer, our cheeks bulging with the other's life-making fluids. We would once again unite our fluids by a reverse process. I would have her cum. She had my semen.
And these fluids would be intermingled in her mouth and mine, not in her vagina as nature undoubtedly intended….
Our lips met. She had a small mouth, as stated. Her lips parted beneath mine, her tongue snaking out to part my teeth and bless my mouth, all the while making scooping motions as she cleaned her cum from my mouth.
It was, as usual, a mix-up of tongues-but a very sweet mix-up until, at last, I had my tongue's ladle filled with my own semen. The bitterness of my semen is not hard to describe, for I shall compare its taste to that of her cum,
