at this hour of the night-no, morning-and your penis is in need of a hair collar.”
“Watch your tongue, bitch!” Once you put your manhood in them, they think they own a part of you. The best thing is to always remain the master and never give them an inch for they will then take the proverbial mile. “Where is the new girl-the one who came two days ago to work in my kitchen.”
“She is indisposed, m'lord, with the flowings.”
“And my cook?”
I suddenly wanted my cook. She's a big woman with huge full breasts and rather wide buttocks. Her cunt is rather large, though, but she is comfortable for I like to hit them hard at times and her ass, solid and big, could take the hard punishment of my hips, smashing down and rising as I neared my climax.
“The cook is not on premises, m'lord. She had a day of rest today-or rather, yesterday, now-and will report in this coming forenoon, m'lord, and by that time your erection will have fallen, is not that the truth?”
“Where is Grace?” Grace is my pantry girl. I took her only when I was hard in need, I could have taken this winsome lass before me, you know, but I wanted to play hard to compromise, for some reason.
“Grace had yesterday free, too-and she is with the cook.”
There were no more women on the estate. I said, “Come along then, whore, and take my cock,” and I put an arm around her waist, feeling her firmness under the loose nightgown.
“You take me as last resort,” she said poutingly. “I do not have to bed with you, m'lord.”
My hand was over her crack. I pulled up her gown with my other hand. Then I faced her and cupped her fair buttocks and pulled up on them, spreading her crack to allow my right forefinger to draw a ring around her asshole.
She trembled under passion. I felt her nipples grow suddenly hard, a sure sign she needed-and begged-for the cock.
Her left arm went around my neck. She rose on bare tiptoes to my lips, and I noticed, then, that her right hand had my trousers open. My erected prick stuck out. Carefully, she skinned back and forth my foreskin, tantalizing my cock, making my testicles ready and willing.
“Oh, what a lovely prick,” she murmured.
We broke our lips then and began the happy march to my bed, my forefinger deep in her anus, which is what she liked. I bent my forefinger, doubling it in the ring of her asshole, and she hammered my chest with joy as I sank on my back on the bed for her to undress me.
Oh and ah, the simple joys of simple fucking, my loves!
I now create Episode Eight
Each person-male or female-seeks his highest enjoyment while in the act of copulation, therefore some males love to puncture the assholes and mouths of other males-a point our bastardly king frowns on for the public but enjoys himself in private, so rumor says.
Sometimes two females go into the six and nine, their tongues seeking the cunts or assholes of the other, and thus they roll and have orgasms and break wind, locked in
I have related how the little maid and I cavort in bed, mentioning that we first went at each other in normal fashion with me on top in the saddle and with her lying on her back, legs reared and spread with me inside her tender thighs, my huge penis lancing in and out of her happy vagina.
I have recorded-in my feeble way-how I would get behind her as she knelt naked on all fours, and how my prick would enter either her anus or vagina, said choice depending upon our whims of the moment and the nearness of our jar of lubricant, for her asshole is very, very tight as I have stated.
(For cunt and asshole lubricant a cocksman should employ the best brand of South African or Scottish sheep grease. The most satisfactory penis lubricant comes from the rendering of the fat of a fat sheep's fat tail.)
Then, if passion and circumstances demanded, she and I would go into the lesbian position, the six and the nine, with my cock sliding in and out of her sweet red-lipped mouth and my tongue ladling her dulcet cum from her throbbing cunt.
But we both like variety and this morning she mounted me as I lay naked on my bed, my penis jabbing upward at the customary angle, and with her also in the nude-and she is, indeed, a lovely prick-raising vision while undressed, as I have already tried to describe in my limited command of English, my native tongue.
“I don't want it that way,” I said.
She looked at me. She had my cock in both her hands and was going down on it slowly, wriggling it back and forth as it entered her hot vagina. Now she stopped, leg muscles tight, my knob just inside her hairy cunt's strong lips.
“May I ask why?” she asked.
I explained that my testicles seemingly were in haste to cast out my first semen and I wanted her in normal fashion until my rocks had drained for the first time, for having her-or any other woman in normal position on her back-always made me have an orgasm faster.
There is still no manner or method that beats what some cocksmen call 'the old fashion way.'
A saucy smile showed on her red lips. Dim candlelight outlined her beautiful body-the thick hair of her head, her strong profile, the sturdy little chin, and then the breasts, hard and big, nipples strong and brown.
Yes, and her smooth little belly and the widening hips, now spread over my hips, she on her feet with her ass coming down, my cock already to the knob in her womanhood.
“I shall bargain with you, m'lord.”
“Yes? And the terms?”
Her terms were simple and delightful. I would have her first on her back in normal man-woman fashion and when my testicles had spoken she could then mount me. “For being on top gives me such a masterful feeling,” she informed.
I gave this brief consideration. I had all morning ahead with nothing to do but consort with her or some other household wench, which was indeed a delightful prospect, for what man does not like to lie around all morning and fuck for a while, rest for a while, and then again have his penis seek a mouth, cunt or asshole until it works up to another orgasm?
Needless to say, I accepted her terms. She immediately quit her crouch over me, my prick falling from her cunt. As she went to the floor her lovely lips flashed down and she gave my erection a fleeting kiss, her tongue wiping swiftly across my pee-hole.
She then went on her back. I got between her legs on my knees. I took hold of each well-formed ankle, she watching over her parted breasts, holding her vee open by her hands.
I reared her lovely legs high, spreading them as they went up. I saw her anus, lovely and hairy, and then her cunt, small and sweet in its nest of thick hair, a small rim of white around it for she had already had a slight orgasm while running my knob back and forth in her cunt.
My heart thrilled at the loveliness of her naked cunt, there beneath me. Her eyes were narrowed and dreamy as though already she enjoyed my cock, and her rear lifted slightly as though pleading for my prick to enter more rapidly.
My cock jutted upward. Fierce sexual longings surged through me, making my asshole tighten. I had been cheated out of having a wild and full orgasm in the lovely hips of Lady Haversock. My sexual desire then had been suddenly blunted.
Now my desires were double ordinary. My cock came down, my right hand now wrapped around it, and my knob probed her hair, pushed against her asshole, for I loved to tease her.
I saw her lips tighten as my prick pushed her anus. I put more pressure on my cock, my bulb in her asshole. I wanted to tease her for experience had taught me that when she was slightly angry she would take it out on my cock with better hip action and a tighter cunt that fairly milked my semen from my penis.
I closed my eyes, smiling inwardly. My knob began to pry her dry asshole apart. I now had my bulb in her anus. Suddenly she farted so loudly she almost blew my prick free of her hole.
“Beans,” she said, “and something else, m'lord.”
