Confessions Of An English Traveler

with a prick not as big as some of my cocksman contemporaries, and she honestly had difficulty parting her hairy cunt enough to accommodate the big end of my penis!

A cocksman's life, naturally, has many thrilling moments but the most thrilling, I do believe in all honesty, is when he finds a cunt that is difficult to enter, for the honor is then two fold, indeed.

First he thinks that he is indeed heavily hung, as the uncouth pimps and whores on Soho Street state it. And each man in the world-be he black, yellow or white-has to be proud of one particular point at least, or he is not worthy of the title MAN.

Some are proud of their abilities to amass millions. Others are proud of their children and hope and work to see them grow into better and bigger persons than their father.

(This latter type of person usually is himself a failure in the world. Because he is a failure he expects much-if not too much-of his offspring to make up for his own lackings.

(This is very destructive both to the child and father involved. Such fathers, my uncle says, are to be avoided as you would avoid all stupid people, for who has learned or gained for his purse from stupidity?)

A bricklayer, to be worth his salt, is proud of his ability to lay a straight line of brick, just as a blacksmith is proud of his ability to properly shoe a stallion.

Thus a cocksman, to be worthy of that name, must indeed be proud of his penis, for that is his stock in trade. Women will not remember him by his good looks-if he has such-but by the length of his prick, the circumference of his penis, and his ability to maneuver that penis in their mouths, cunts or assholes and, in some cases, the pricks imprisoned between their big breasts for, strangely, some women love to fuck between the teats-but I shall deal with that episode later, dear young cocksman.

Now we shall go back to the big-butted baroness with her many children and her small cunt. Remember she had had, with difficulty, inserted my knob into her cunt, and there we were with her ass poised over my penis, crack wide, and her hand sliding down my shaft to rest lightly on my testicles, snug and big in my sac.

“Give it to me, darling! No, not slowly-make me yelp with sweet pain, honey! Drive that beautiful big thing into my ass-boom, just like that. Make me bleed, darling, bleed!”

Some women love to mix love and pain, finding happiness in each, and the baroness was of this type. Each time we connected she cried for me to bring blood, either to her asshole or cunt. Each time, as now, I hit her hard, and never once did I ever see a trace of blood!

Accordingly, I gathered my loins under me and launched my prick up and forward, entering her vagina with a roughness that pulled in her cunt's lips, which clung to my penis for about five inches before snapping back into place and then taking up their fucking-rhythm, opening and closing and pulling on my shaft, for the baroness indeed had wonderful strong cunt-ability.

“Oh, my good jumping Jesus,” she said huskily. “Christ, my lord, why don't I have you for a fucking companion, all the time?” I made no answer, of course, as my hips launched back and forth, my cock now white as it slid in and out of hair that was so long it almost hid my testicles on my instroke.

“Holy shit,” the baroness said. “I've already gone! Why are you so cruel to me, my darling?”

“Cruel?”

“You should fuck your big mama more often.” Coyness entered her voice. “Christmas is soon at hand, you know.”

I had both hands on her big behind, palms down as I pushed away and then pulled myself toward her, my prick loving her tight cunt.

“Christmas is for children,” I said.

She laughed throatily. Have you ever had your cock in a female-either asshole or vagina-when she laughs?

Laughs originate low in the bowels. When a female laughs her asshole contracts and her cunt opens. If you have it in her vagina her muscles, in pushing out, can push even the stiffest prick from the tightest cunt, you know.

If your cock is in her anus when laughter strikes her, her anus can contract so sudden and so hard it can damage even the stiffest prick. But now my prick, being in her cunt, was almost forced out, and only by sheer upward pressure did I maintain my seat in the saddle.

“We are both at heart no more than children, my lord,” she said.

“Children do not do what we are doing,” I pointed out.

She laughed so long and loud this time that only my big knob remained in her cunt when finally she was finished.

“What is so comical?” I asked, driving my cock in deep again.

“My oldest daughter is ten. She was in her bedroom the other day. I covertly glanced in. She had the neighbor boy of thirteen with her. Both were stark naked. My daughter was on her hands and knees, as I am now. The boy had a good six inches of prick and almost all of it was in my daughter's ass.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Top, in the asshole.”

“What did you do?”

I drove into her, my belly smacking her wide buttocks. Her cunt pulled my cock this way, then that, and she didn't answer for some time, for evidently her bliss was too overwhelming she couldn't speak.

Her cunt made a sweet slopping sound as it sucked my penis and finally I repeated my question.

“Oh, I did nothing.”

“Your daughter-at that tender age-getting it in the rectum, and you did nothing?”

“Why should I interfere? Sooner or later she'd get it from some man maybe not as conscientious and intelligent as the neighbor boy. And why should I have hollered?

“No female ever got pregnant taking it up the rectum, you know!”

My Tenth Episode

My uncle once had intercourse with a female contortionist, he jovially once related. He had long watched contortionists at shire-fairs and other doings, and the desire had risen to copulate with one-female, of course, he had dryly added, for my uncle is not much of a homosexual, although he will penetrate another man if so inclined and the other man is available.

“I paid her to do it with me,” he said. “Only time I ever paid a woman in my life, I do believe. Well, she finally consented, but she acted as though she were reluctant.

“She was a lovely little thing. She did her act in a big circus. You'd know the name of the circus if I mentioned it but I won't mention it because it makes no difference to my story, if a story it can be called.”

According to my uncle, both he and the young contortionist were naked, which is the proper garb-or lack of garb-for a sexual session, for clothing just interferes and there is no sensation as nice as bare belly smacking bare belly-or hips pounding a pair of sleek full buttocks.

“She checked her cunt and asshole before we connected,” my uncle said. “She braced herself on both arms. Then I'll be hangdamned if suddenly didn't pivot on her arms and her head was under her butt looking up.

“She licked her asshole carefully. What her tongue found made her happy for she swallowed once and chuckled and mentioned that she wiped too hard the last time and she didn't have much of what she called lunch.

“Jesus Christ almighty, can you imagine calling balls of dried shit by the name of lunch?

And my good uncle-from whom I received a letter today-roared with laughter, for at heart he is a very jovial man. (He is now located in Kingston, Jamaica, on King Street 5794, to be exact.)

“Well, she finally had her asshole cleaned to her pleasure. She then turned her attention to her cunt. She had a small cunt although a person would think that she must have stretched it a lot in a day's work.

“She doubled her tongue into a pencil and bingo-up her red cunt it went. I saw her cunt's lips close and open around her tongue. I knew then she would be a good one because few women can open and close their cunts, you