Confessions Of An English Traveler

“Yes, and what is that?”

“You promised to put your big tool up my cunt and not my asshole. I cannot have a good orgasm being cornholed, you know, and I want a good big blast when I come.”

Cornholed! The filthiness of the American word made me almost shudder. Those god-damned filthy American religious fanatics. They would be the only ones filthy enough to think of such a filthy word!

How much better would be the word sodomy! ”I thought we agreed on your asshole,” I said, still teasing.

She said, “God damn it, I won't stand for it. You said you'd fuck me in my cunt and not my asshole and I'm holding you to your word. Either you put that in my vagina or I'm leaving this bed.”

Anger also hit me. I held her hips savagely. I drove my cock suddenly into her asshole until my balls hit her buttocks. She screamed in pain, and I caught her long nails rising to claw, my hands grabbing her hard around her small wrists. Meanwhile, my cock went in and out of her rectum, bringing out some excrement, sloppy and yellow colored, for a lubricant.

“My God,” she gasped, “but that is good, m'lord. Fuck me in the ass and put your finger in my cunt and tickle my little man until he goes wild with joy. Lord, you sure fill my asshole, m'lord.”

Suddenly, after a dozen licks at her asshole, I without warning jerked my cock from her anus. I launched forward and her cunt opened and took my prick, excrement and all, until my testicles hammered against her opened asshole as she curled her rear end upward until I drove directly down on her, my cock going in completely, which was indeed a thrilling event.

She gasped loudly in happy surprise. “Fuck me, m'lord, fuck me! Put your big hose in my cunt to my belly, m'lord. Oh, god, what fuckings we have — Much better than me and any of your male help-”

She clamped her mouth shut. Due to her passion she'd said too much. She turned inquiring eyes on me. “My passion betrayed me, m'lord.”

I laughed, hips going up, then down. Her cunt's lips opened and closed around my ascending and descending shaft. A great feeling of bliss came over me, my damp and warm cock bringing happiness to me.

“Ah ha,” I said. “You fuck the others, too? I thought you reserved your ass only for your master, my fair bitch!”

“Master, it is not my fault. They catch me when you are not around and they rape me!”

She lied, of course. All young men aspiring to be cocksmen should never, never forget that while men lie occasionally, women lie continuously. They should never set the slightest stock by what a female says.

“And you rape easily, I take it.” To me it was all a joke. To me she was nothing but another fuck, although a good fuck…. She had enough ass and teats to supply many men and she lacked no tightness in mouth, asshole or cunt, as already stated.

“No, I fight them, m'lord.”

“Your heels, I notice, are round in the back,” I still teased, thrilling to the warmth of her vagina, for my cock went to its far end and hit the bottom, as we cocksmen say.

“My lord-Oh, my god, here I come, m'lord. Oh, my very asshole is bouncing, I do declare. What if I have another baby-one by you, this time?”

“We shall blame it on your priest friend,” I said. “By the way, how is he in bed?”

She answered in stupid straight country simplicity. “He doesn't have as much cock as you have. He cannot hit the end of me like you can. I would much rather fuck his superior, though-the bishop-”

Her cunt was well lubricated now. I felt her whiteness on my pubic hairs and my balls were damp. We had assumed our beat rhythm now. My cock made a sucking sound and it went in and out of her grabbing cunt.

It was, indeed, a very pleasant sound.

“But the bishop. What a huge belly he has,” I said.

“I wish I had a pillow under my ass. There is about one half an inch of your prick I cannot take because my cunt is too low.”

I took my right hand from her left buttock. My forefinger had been up her rectum an inch. I noticed excrement on my finger. It rubbed off on the white pillowcase as I brought the pillow under her buttocks.

She dug her heels in and lifted herself; then, once again, her legs went up, her knees bent over my laboring buttocks. I realized that my penis now went completely into her with not an iota of it outside.

To get your entire cock in a cunt one must have the cunt sticking up at almost a one-hundred-and-eighty degree angle, the opening right under the cocksman.

Sometimes, young cocksman, fuck a woman- any woman-and watch your cock in a mirror. When the woman lies with her heels digging into the bed and knees bent, you have a good inch-or maybe two inches-of unused prick that does not enter the cunt due to the curvature of the female buttocks.

If the woman has a wide strong ass as my cock has a man could try and try but still a good two inches of his cock will fail to enter.

Now put one pillow under the buttocks of the female. Then watch your cock go into her in the mirror. With her buttocks pointing more upward, you get a good extra inch of prick.

But you will also notice that a good bit of your cock is not in her, even as you make your deepest downward stroke. And, if you are a conscientious cocksman, or desire to become an efficient cocksman, this fact will dismay you slightly, of course.

For a good cocksman is like a good artisan. Both strive to please their customer and their art. But to each problem there must be a solution. Were they not the world would not have progressed to the high intelligence man has today. And this problem of the cocksman can be solved very easily.

All he needs do is add another pillow under the buttocks of his customer or loved one. This pillow lifts the female ass much higher and presents the cocksman higher in the air, suspended over his customer, his cock going into her so completely he can many times feel his sac and testicles push against her anus.

The cocksman now has all his penis in his woman. He is content for he has done his job-at least, as far as penis insertion is concerned-to the best of his ability.

The female is now happy, too. She is proud of being able to absorb the cocksman to his last inch. She, stupid thing, prides herself on being a woman, whatever that means!

But I shall not bore my reader with too much educational value. My uncle has said many times that the human mind can absorb just so many facts within a given time and then tires and seeks recreation.

You will remember that I needed sex very badly when finally I connected with the maid. I still smarted from not being able to break the maidenhead of the lovely Lady Haversock.

The naked irony of the situation was appalling. I had had one good chance to have sex with this lovely untouched bride. Fate had intervened in evil suddenness.

The whole thing rang with the falseness of a cheap melodrama, but still all elements were true. Did Lord Haversock suspect his lovely wife of being untrue?

That could not be so. If Lady Haversock had had sexual intercourse with other suitors then would she not be quitted of her maidenhead? Surely all English cocksmen do not fuck solely up the anus?

But common sense told me that I'd have another chance with the lovely lady later on. She would want my cock again. I long ago learned that women desire the cock even more than the male desires to give them the cock.

My uncle taught me this fact. He said, “Nephew, the female will act as though the act would be repulsive but once you get her in the right position — well, she will gladly and happily part.

“Position is ninety-nine percent of the game. A man can't make contacts that lead to a favorable position unless that cocksman circulates about where there are many women.

“Flatter them all, young, old, stupid, intelligent, handsome, ugly-and it will pay off. Remember that the ugly usually do it much sooner and better than the lovely.

“This is because men pay little or no attention to an ugly woman and she therefore has all her desires and whiteness bottled up and ready for instant release.

“Some of the best ass I've had-if I may be vulgar and use the word ass- has come from homely women.”