buried in her pubic forest. My knob would penetrate the dense mass of hair. It would find the lips of a small, damp cunt.
My very intestines trembled with sexual lust. My muscles were damp, fine sweat covering my skin. My blood quickened as I felt her steer my knob through her fine pubic hair.
The hairs tickled my bulb. I writhed hips in expectation. I opened my eyes briefly.
She was crouched, her knees bent, her splendid body slowly coming down on my prick, which she still held in both hands-hands so tiny that, placed end to end, they didn't begin to cover my cock, I am proud to relate.
I closed my eyes. Soon my cock would feel the outlines of her cunt. Why did she hold my prick in both hands? The reason was simple. Her cunt was so small, so tiny, so wee, she'd have to carefully manipulate my stiff organ so it could enter her without hurting her?
Suddenly, to my surprise, her buttocks landed down on my hips. What had happened? Had she suddenly come down and missed my cock which had slid to the front and now pushed up her belly and was not warm and tight in her cunt?
Then, again to my surprise, I felt a little warmth around my penis. Her hands had left my prick. They were now placed on my belly. Then I realized she had slid down my cock and my prick was now deep in her-to the roots. And her cunt was so huge I hadn't felt its sides as she'd absorbed my long and round penis!
Hurriedly, I opened my eyes. My surmise was correct. All of my prick was in her cunt. She rested her asshole on my testicles. Every iota of penis I owned now lay between her lovely thighs!
Eyes closed, she began rising and falling on my penis, her dimpled knees bending and lifting. To my dismay, my cock felt no rubbing from her cunt's lips; indeed, my cock felt little heat, it was in such a huge cavity.
My penis felt a little dampness, but this was natural vagina juice the whiteness that comes to a woman's pubic hairs even without her having an orgasm.
Then the Baroness said, “I come, darling, I come!”
I put my hands on her flanks. I drove her down over my prick, like a farmer hanging a ham on a big nail, and she wriggled this way, then that, as she had her orgasm, and finally she opened her eyes. She smiled then-a girlish, tiny smile.
“I needed a good fucking. My husband would rather twirl his Hessian mustache than fuck me. I am very tight, am I not?”
“Very, very tight,” I lied.
“You have a bigger prick-much bigger-than the Baron, but he fills me completely, too. Come now, let me just silently, thoroughly, fuck you, my good boy.”
Again her ass slid up and down my cock. Again, I realized how big her opening was, for it was sloppier now with her rush of cum.
I cite these facts merely to warn young cocksmen that most women-small women, that is-are big of cunt, as a general rule. Surely the cocksman, no matter how young or immature, must have heard the old cocksman adage
As the reader has undoubtedly already noticed, the good little Lady Haversock was an exception to the rule of
My penis itched to break her maidenhead, as stated. I prayed that no other penis would beat me to her veil. I would make another move toward her as soon as it was safe.
Now I must relate that I had all the above thoughts while behind the wide bottom of Duchess Jon Barron, whom I have long serviced and whom I go to when all other avenues of sex are closed, for she is not the world's best
For one thing, her bottom is very, very wide. Lying on her is like lying on a soft, heavy-nippled, high breasted mattress, your penis in a damp part — although I must admit the duchess, although the mother of six young children, still has a small cunt-much smaller-than the Hessian Baroness Von Henning.
I was on my knees, my cock lying in the duchess' wide crack, her with her head on her folded arms, her right hand back and her fingers tickling my testicles, which tingle in happiness.
“You seem listless today,” the good housewife said. “Are you working too late, my lover?”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, sensing what lay ahead-and sensing correctly, as her next words proved, for the common person has confusion between the role of a cocksman and the duties of a pimp.
“Do not some women pay you for your services, my love?” she asked in stupid, blundering big simplicity.
I withdrew my cock from its resting place between her crack. I said, “You confuse me with a pimp, duchess, and that I cannot allow.”
“Wait a minute!” Alarm tinged her hurried words. “I didn't mean to insult you. I spoke out of goodness, and sometimes goodness begats stupidity, as it did in this case!
“For Christ's sweet sake, lover, replace your prick lying in my crack, and we will then decide on whether you use my ass-I mean, anus-or my vagina, sweetheart.
“God, my love, do not deprive me of your prick, for my husband-the fat sonofabitch-only fucks me once a year and each time implants me with child, something you do not do.”
So I wasn't man enough to impregnate that wide big ass before me? Did she also question my manhood? We had fucked only at the wrong time-before her egg came down-or she'd been pregnant from my semen a long, long time ago, would she have not?
I did not lay my penis again in her crack, which now gaped open because, to lure me on, she had reached back with both hands, grabbed her buttocks, and had parted her crack until her asshole was strained, the cunt below it small and white rimmed with a bit of her own excretions.
“A pimp goes on the streets and solicits customers for a whore or two he has under his control,” I said. “A cocksman is one who does it for sheer pleasure it brings him and his woman and no money is involved.”
What a liar I am! Of course, no woman dare insult me by offering me money after or before our sexual intercourse but each Christmas from 'unknown admirers' come enough in checks and outright money to keep me a year if I live frugally.
“I'm so sorry, my love. Now, it is your choice, darling. Which will you take?” She pulled her buttocks even wider, her blue-rimmed asshole directly on the level with my stiff knob. “Asshole or cunt, darling?”
She almost pleaded. Hurriedly, I thought back to our last mating. I had not whammed against her huge ass for almost three weeks. I knew she had no other consort. This was not vanity on my part but rather good judgment on hers, for her husband didn't suspect me a bit, she stated, while he was supremely jealous of some men some years my senior.
According to her, her husband thought me just a harmless-and rather stupid-youth, which is just what she and I wanted him to think.
I debated her question. I gave some time to contemplating her anus. Her asshole gaped open, beckoning to my prick, or so it seemed, and her cunt was hidden, snug and secure in its undergrowth.
“Which, darling?” she pleaded.
I had gone into both openings more times than I could remember. Each Christmas she sent me at least five hundred pounds-for I recognized her handwriting on the package although wisely she signed no Christmas greeting inside.
I suddenly wanted to please her. She was a bubbling, blundering old battle-ax, discontent at home-indeed, I judged the only enjoyment she received in life was when she was squealing and puffing and fucking under my cock.
I knew she preferred to have it in her vagina than in her rectum, for she told me a number of times she felt little response when my penis boomed in and out of her asshole.
Was her asshole tighter than her cunt? No, I decided the cunt-despite spewing out so many young British citizens-was more constrictive than her anus, so I said merely, “Cunt.”
Her back instantly sagged, throwing her buttocks higher. “Oh, goody, darling,” she said, and her hand had my cock, steering it toward her cunt, now in view because of the new high position of her buttocks.
I hunched down, driving my prick up at an angle. I felt the warm lips of her cunt, which had opened to receive my bulb. She moved my prick's end up and down her cunt walls, dampening it, and then she murmured, “Forward, my darling, and drive it in my ass to your lovely balls, my love.”
She had trouble getting my bulb into her cunt. Think of that, dear reader! She the mother of many, and me
