I would like to pass on to my young readers, males who aspire to some degree of cocksmanship, how to properly break a maidenhead but, of course, this is an impossibility, for one does not become an expert after only two incidents, as we all know.
Nonetheless, I shall reveal what steps I took to break the veil of this married woman with the perverted husband. Actually, now that I look back on the scene, she was the one who, in all reality, shattered her own veil, for she took my stiff prick in both hands and slowly but surely introduced my knob into her cunt's sweet damp lips.
This required some stretching, panting, pushing and pulling, for as I have already said my prick, when hard, has a rather large knob, as many women would happily attest if so demanded.
And her cunt, as I have said, was very small, having a virginal texture about it, and Lord Haversock, obscene and lax, really missed something when he had not taken the time-and effort-to consummate his marriage.
I bent my back, poised over her like a dog sexing a melon, only I did no pumping, as the dog would do. I merely abided my time, my testicles taut and ready in my hairy sac, while My Lady moved my knob up and down her cunt, lubricating it with the fluid that had already flown from her nether lips, making her long pubic hair white and creamy.
I had both hands splayed under her delectable buttocks. Usually small women, experience has shown me, have flabby buttocks, but this little beauty was an exception to the rule. Her plump virginal buttocks were solid as could be, and my fingers hugged her crack, opening her asshole and driving her to new and higher passion, if such were a possibility, which I seriously doubt.
She breathed very deeply and rapidly, magnificent breasts pitching and heaving. Her flat belly rose and fell. She raised her head on her pillow so she could see over her nipples.
Thus she watched my cock, held in her two small hands. Her hips twisted as though pleading for my prick- and knob-to become smaller so she could thus accommodate me without this extra labor, for plainly she lusted for my big penis in her, rocking in to my testicles.
“You will put a baby in me, m'lord?”
“If you so want, m'lady.”
“I want to become a mother. For one thing, I am too small-having a child will stretch me, will it not?”
“Yes, I would judge so.”
How could I tell her about Lady Milton who had eight children and a cunt so long a man almost had to tie a rope around his middle so that if he toppled in he could be pulled out?
Or Baroness Twogood, who had three miscarriages-and no children-and how her cunt apparently ran from navel to asshole and how I wondered what kept her intestines from toppling out?
“Try to put yourself in me, m'love,” she said, panting slightly.
“I shall leave that to you, darling. I do not wish to hurt you… ever.” You tell them lies and when you lie you lie big. They might not believe all of the lie but the bigger the lie the more they believe, of course.
So I
“I believe… I'm ready, honey,” she whispered. Gingerly, gently, I introduced my knob harder against her cunt-lips. White teeth gritted, she closed her eyes, her buttocks rising up to meet my downward push.
“You take full command,” she whispered.
Accordingly, my right hand moved from her buttock to encircle my cock. Her small hands left my prick. They were hot as her cunt. I steadily pushed my hips forward.
My cock threatened to bend. My hand held it straight. I tried to play my knob up and down in her cunt. I could not do this. Half my knob was in her. It expanded her and fit so tightly up-and-down movement was impossible.
I could do but two things: either quit or drive ahead, although I knew her pain was extreme for she'd dropped her head back on her pillow and lay with closed eyes, mouth tight and eyelashes lying on her rounded white cheeks.
She was indeed a thing of beauty. I had a wild pounding heart. Blood hammered my veins, pounded through arteries. I couldn't imagine ever putting my cock into such a beautiful female before.
I had a sudden idea. My left hand left the cleft of her buttocks, reached out, caught the extra pillow. I then lifted her and put the pillow under her buttocks, thereby raising the plane of her cunt.
Now my cock drove straight down. She spread her legs wider, evidently hoping thereby to open her cunt more; nonetheless, she could spread her opening no more. My prick still lay with half the knob in her.
The thought came that I should have lubricated her and my prick thoroughly before attempting this entrance, but I realized it was too late now. If I took my knob from her she might decide to quit this affair. I have made that mistake in my life of cocksmanship. Bodily contact means much. Sometimes when bodily contact is missing the urge suddenly abandons a woman.
Therefore I had to blunder through or perhaps lose all, and what cocksman wishes to lose the great chance of breaking a maidenhead-something many men never, never accomplish in their long lives of moving from one cunt to the other.
Her breathing sounded harsh and deep and expectant. In a silent way she implored me to enter her and
Frankly, I could have roughly entered, forcing my cock in, but this I did not wish to do, for to have done so would have pained her and made her angry-and I wanted to pierce this small cunt time and time again.
I planned party after party with this delectable little female with her almost impenetrable vagina. Therefore I entered the cunt slowly, wriggling my cock, threading my bulb through her cunt's hairy lips-and finally my knocker was inside her cunt's lips, and the rest of my long round prick could easily enter, for once the knob is in the hardest part has been accomplished.
I felt my cock's tip push against something closing the door to her vagina. My heart sang with happiness. Fine sweat coated my sac. She had told me truth! My knob pushed against her tight virginal membrane!
She breathed, “The first cock to enter my cunt,” and she smiled without opening her eyes. Hers was a contented smile, the smile of a woman who soon will get a man's cock to his balls.
She was also getting under wild passion's wild sway. Never when normal would she utter the words
My bulb pushed her membrane. Evidently this pained for her lips went tight and bloodless as she murmured, “Break the fucking thing, m'love. What kind of a cunt am I, anyway? Here I have the number of years I have and I still have my fucking maidenhead. Break the shit out of it, m'love!”
This I did not do, at this time, and the reason was simple: I wanted to feel a strong hard maidenhead on the end of my cock, a thing few men in life accomplish.
For most females, when receiving the cock for the first time, strangely show no maidenheads, which may seem odd to the amateur cocksman but to an old tried and seasoned prick this is not an oddity.
The veil is usually punctured with fingers or bananas or something entering the vagina in lieu of a prick. The usual excuse is that the membrane of virginity was broken 'while I was out on a horseback ride,' which is one of the baldest lies a female can concoct, but the human female seldom, if ever, tells the truth, even to a husband who has paid all her bills and kept her in idleness and comfort all her years.
Evidently Lady Haversock apparently had done no horseback riding. The irony of this struck me for soon her ladyship would be 'ridden,' my hard cock sliding in and out of her white-rimmed cunt.
But first, I must break this maidenhead. Great joy was in me, surging through my flesh. I was being handed one of the greatest opportunities a man can ever attain. And then, what was the sound I had heard?
Was the bedroom door slowly but surely being opened? My prick in her cunt to behind my knob, my bulb pushing against her delectable maidenhead, I looked back over my right shoulder, and what I saw made my cock suddenly wilt and my heart jump with fear.
For there, horse pistol in hand, stood the heavy set middle-aged Lord Haversock, his eyes slitted as he attempted to probe the darkness.
All that saved me from being slaughtered on the spot was the fact that the stupid lord could not see well in the intense gloom of the room, his eyes not yet accustomed to picking out and seeing objects clearly… something my eyes could do.
