which is not a difficult task and needs not too many adjectives!
Her cum, as stated, was sugar-sweet, coating my tongue with candy. My semen, on the other hand, smelled and tasted rank, bitter and cutting to my tongue, and I have had homosexual males tell me, in confidential moments, that never has one yet met a male human with the sugary cum of a human female!
How would the cum of Lady Haversock taste? I thought, It'll be sweeter than this cum, if possible, and my thoughts returned to the foggy night as I pulled on my boots and she pulled on her gown, both of us preparing our bodies and faces to meet the stupid scrutiny of a stupid public.
Now I shall tell you of my fucking of the beautiful Lady Haversock, who was at least twenty years the junior of her big lord, and who had apparently married the stupid lord because of his importance in the king's court and his rather wide possessions, although Lord Haversock was by no means a rich man.
At this time, the lord and his lady had been married some eight months and although the lord had boasted while drinking that soon her belly would sag with his get, such was not the case.
The lady's belly was creamy-white and small, and I should know-for did I not, more than once, lay my mannish weight upon said belly, her milk-big breasts supporting my weight as though the nipples had springs beneath them, for the breasts sagged and gave not an iota as I settled on them.
They'd had reason to give, too, for my entire weight was on those darknipped mounds, my hands cupping the lady's fair full buttocks as I plied my cock to her small, tight cunt.
But I get ahead of my story. The lady and I had danced previous to our fucking, and nothing more — but the true cocksman knows when a female is in heat, for while dancing they lift slightly-oh, ever so slightly! — in the hips, thus discovering whether or not their escort possesses an erection.
And I erected the moment the fair Lady Haversock moved into my encircling arms, that night before at the soiree given by Lord and Lady Much-more. And with a few paces, I felt the lady's good hips move ahead slightly, testing out my cock's rigidity, and my heart leaped with the magic of the chase-the chase that brings the female finally on her back naked, the naked male's prick storming the portal of her sweet, hungry cunt.
We danced for some moments, my penis growing stiffer, her hips still making very soft jabs upward, for we were, you must remember, in grand company-and in such company even the roughest barmaid would needs act with ladylike precision, as was moving Lady Haversock now.
I decided I would attack bluntly for the brief previous conversations she and I had had led me to believe her a woman of few words, although her small twenty-odd year-old body bespoke of good grooming. So I whispered, “When, my Lady?”
“Tomorrow night he is not home. He will be gone all night. At my house, then, at eleven, my Lord?”
“At eleven.”
Thus was our date of love made and thus was it followed. She awaited me in her chambers, which I thought at first hers, but later learned was the bedroom of both her and her husband.
Our preliminaries were few. Quickly she extinguished all candles and we undressed and embraced and undressed more and had other embraces before my penis, at long last, penetrated her sweet cunt.
How shall I describe her sweet young body? I have mentioned her breasts, very huge for such a small woman, and shall pass only fleeting more attention to them, except to say they were created for human lips to suck-either the lips of a man or a child.
And suck them I did, my hands cupping her bare buttocks, lifting her slightly so that my prick, long and round and bone-hard, pressed against her slender belly, and with she squirming upward, seeking to rise high enough to settle her cunt over my cock… and slide down it, with us both standing erect.
Her body heat amazed me. Surely Lord Haversock didn't sleep soundly all night with this curvaceous bunch of flesh inert in his arms? Surely sometime during the night he erected, rolled his slumber-drenched wife mumbling on her back, and penetrated her and brought her instantly awake, his penis throbbing in her cunt?
“You are very ambitious,” I murmured around her right nipple, wondering if
“The sonofabitch!” she said. “I come to you a virgin, just as I came to that cocksucker!”
Her rough words amazed me. I had thought no harshness could come from that small red mouth, which only goes to show that even though I'd gained a reputation in London social circles as a cocksman, I was in reality still rather uncouth and unlettered in women and my fine art.
I shifted my mouth to her rising left nipple, tonguing it and massaging it, and I murmured, “A virgin, m'love?”
“I said virgin, and I mean it; my veil is still intact, through all these months of marriage. His lord doesn't fuck normally, you know-he-oh, must I tell you, m'love?”
My lips stretched her nipple slightly as they left. My head rose and found her dewbud mouth, her nipples punching my chest like steel buttons.
“You need not tell,” I consoled, my fingers opening her crack, my right forefinger searching through her hair for her anus.
“I shall tell. He is not a man, the bastard. He is a ghoul, fit company for our cocksucking king-for he doesn't put it in the proper place, the bastard. He stabs me in two places, m'love.”
She hesitated, said, “He goes in my asshole or in my mouth. And he makes me suck his filthy penis.”
All was clear now. My way lay ahead.
Our tongues met in damp, sugary dueling, mine now pushing, hers now prodding. Finally our mouths broke. Arms around each naked other we walked to her bed, her soft full thigh hard against my thigh, her right hand holding my prick out ahead like a blade to clear the way.
Was I about ready to break a maidenhood veil? I could hardly believe so, for surely a woman this age could not have a maidenhead? Surely, even if the membrane had not been broken by a man's rigidity, it needs must be parted through the use of a finger in masturbation, for women also rid themselves of driving sex through physical manipulation, you know.
We now stopped, our lips again holding, her knees against her bed, and slowly I pushed her back, she slowly going onto her back. I went down with her, and when she lay flat, my lips left hers, and I gazed down at her naked length, my testicles rocking in my sac in happiness.
My eyes had become accustomed to the gloom. Her naked white body stood out against the bed, her pubic hair so high it leveled at her naval. I had guessed her hirsute for when my fingers had found her asshole I had discovered it ringed by thick hair. Indeed, a few of the hairs, despite her cleanliness, held a few tiny round goblets, rather hard, that could have been nothing but excrement, for apparently she'd not washed or papered after having a recent bowel movement.
But such points, to a professional cocksman, are minor, as any reader if he does not know, will guess. That the cunt is placed too close to the asshole has long been a complaint voiced in private by other cocksmen, not to mention husbands and lovers cuckolding those husbands.
I lifted her gently by the ankles. She weighed little for she was small, although superbly constructed. I went between her legs and moved her ass onto the bed and there I was on my knees, my knob probing her crack for her delicious box, and with her looking down her belly by holding her breasts apart, her eyes on my prick.
“Oh, what a big one,” she murmured.
I had no reply. My throat was clogged. Had I spoken my words would have been twisted and muffled.
My heart hammered steadily. Slight sweat coated my muscles. My asshole opened and closed, so great was my sexual desire.
“My goddamned husband-He has such a small cock-Oh, your knob, pressing my cunt, opening it-You will be careful when you break my maidenhead, my love?”
Maidenhead? Hell, she had no maidenhead! Her claim to having such was a sham. Surely she didn't think me so ignorant I'd not know my knob met a maidenhead, although I must admit that hers was only the second I ever shattered.
For she did, indeed, possess such a dear veil!
My Sixth Episode
