carefully. “You give me a good fill but you haven't the prick my good old papa had.
“Papa's thing filled my pussy to overbreaking. I had a hard time taking his cock. Poor old man, he fell off the high wire three years ago next month. Well, what say we continue, huh, youngster?”
“I mumbled something and her buttocks rose and fell again, her cunt skinning my prick. I kept my eyes closed. Suddenly it seemed to me that my cock was in an even tighter place.
“I opened my eyes. To my surprise she was sucking me off. She still stood on both hands but she'd twisted her butt up now and her mouth was around my penis, and how that female could suck!”
My uncle smiled. He relit his pipe. He said a pipe helped in seductions. “Women think a man who smokes a pipe is the silent, strong personality type. Women like to be bossed. They don't like a man who they can order around. I don't like a pipe. Women do.”
My uncle then returned to his sexual adventure with the female contortionist. He said that she was good at sucking; indeed, one of the best he'd met in his years as a cocksman.
He was sure that a woman made a better sucker than a man, but I got him off that point.
The females denier now pointed toward my uncle. Her crack, he reported, was but inches away. He put his hand out and gently felt of her anus. “It was so clean it shined like a black hunk of leather with a hole in it. First thing I knew my tongue was washing her asshole.”
Evidently the female liked her anus tongue-bathed for my uncle reported that she moved her anus back closer to his head so he could get a better swipe at her asshole and cunt, and I report in the vulgar language my uncle employed.
“She stood on her hands with her body at a forty-five degree angle, her butt jutting out to meet my tongue. She wasn't good licking. The reason was simple. She'd tongue-cleaned herself before we started, remember.
“She'd left nothing for my tongue, the vixen, but I used my tongue just the same, now and then catching a bit of good taste-and then she farted and the fart was very oily and I had something then to use my tongue on, nephew. She was a real one, that girl.”
I shall cut this tale short. Many persons- especially churchgoers-will call the preceding obscene and then go to bed and practice licking with the head choir girl. Therefore I shall add but a few words to finish my uncle's story.
His tongue cleaned the female anus and vagina, cleaning the anus first and going to the vagina second. And then, once again the contortionist did something that surprised him.
But let us tell it in his words, as closely as I remember them. “I had my tongue just a little bit in her cunt, and it sure tasted sweet because I could reach in just far enough to tickle her clitoris and make her have a couple of orgasms. She was an easy one to bring to an orgasm.”
“One reason a woman's little man is so close to the surface is that most men have such short pricks that if the clitoris was further back the man's cock couldn't reach it.
“If that were so the woman undoubtedly wouldn't get enough steam to have an orgasm, you know. Some men, I understand, have very small around and short penises. You and I were lucky, nephew. God smiled on us in regards to the size of our tools.”
I stifled a yawn, I remember. My uncle was growing rather boring. He recited facts about a female's body that were old straw to me.
“A woman can make herself have an orgasm even easier than a man can masturbate,” my uncle continued. “When she feels the urge for a man and there's none around she can take her forefinger and rub her clitoris just a little and she has her orgasm.
“She doesn't need insert much finger, either — just a little bit, for her clitoris is close to the surface, you know.”
This time I couldn't hold back my yawn. “I know,” I said. “I once saw a drawing.”
My uncle looked at me sharply. “You're not interested. I cited the case of the contortionist and me to warn you of what might lay ahead if you persist in following in my steps.
“I didn't relate it to be obscene. I related the event to forewarn you, because when a person has been forewarned he is also forearmed.”
“That's an old, old saw,” I said.
The Eleventh Episode Follows
Let us now briefly attempt to rationalize a man with the sex act. In other words, why do some men desire a certain woman sexually and the other man has definitely no desire to copulate with her?
Let us deal in realities. Let us take the case of Lady Haversock and myself.
Lord Haversock was definitely a little bit twisted mentally in regards to sex and the sex act for you will remember he had taken his wife through her anus and had completely neglected her small vulva and its tight little membrane called by the uncouth as a 'maidenhead.'
We cannot blame this lack of interest in the proper female orifice on the Lord's age for he definitely was not old but rather in middle age and was a virile, strong man who apparently had strong sexual urges, judging from his red-veined face and bull-like manner.
One cannot say, also, that the good Lord had found his wife's anus tighter than her normal sexual orifice, for one must remember he'd never tried out the latter-and his wife still possessed her maidenhead in proof.
One can only mark down the good Lord as being rather 'queer' when it came to the sex act, and we must dismiss him at this point and look at his small, tight-cunted wife with her super mammary glands, small waist and lovely blue eyes, not to mention red cupid-bowed lips that my prick yearned desperately to enter.
For, as stated, she had a very, very tiny mouth.
Her mouth, to me at least, seemed made for sucking a penis… preferably my penis. Her lovely buttocks, lifting and falling as she walked away from me, was what my uncle called 'eating pussy,' and I am sure my readers know full well what my cocksman uncle meant.
But although the anus and mouth of Lady Haversock presented a challenge her vulva-small and dainty with membrane-presented the greater challenge. My cock lusted to break that maidenhead, to state the obvious in the vulgar.
I found that Lady Haversock was continuously in my mind, awake and sleeping. I could only close my eyes and see her small white body with its challenging high breasts, her small waist and hairy crotch.
Oh, lord, how fate had doublecrossed me! There I had been, my cock's tip dancing across her virginal veil, and I had had to flee through the night, leaving the maidenhead unbroken behind me.
And I, an aspiring cocksman, had had only one other maidenhead in my life! I tried to content myself on breaking one, for some cocksmen-my uncle related-had no chance to break even
“You were indeed lucky,” my uncle had said, upon my telling him that, at long last, my prick had met a virginal veil… and had shattered it forever!
I cursed myself for being a bare-rumped idiot. Why had I not lunged ahead, even though my person had been in danger, and broken the fair wife's tight and taut membrane?
Thus I cursed myself during my waking hours. I, of course, continued seductions, for they are to me the core of existence-my existence, at least, for without a woman's flesh wrapped around a man's rigid penis what has life to offer?
Once while behind a wide-bottomed duchess, my penis deep in her vagina, I called, inadvertently, the given name of Lady Haversock, a fact which made my consort's female opening suddenly wince and forget to open and close around my shaft, puncturing upward in the lady's cunt in what she labeled 'fucking dog fashion,' for she was a Frenchwoman and the French, including the women, are always filthy of tongue, the bastards.
“What did you call me?” she demanded.
I knelt with immobile hips. I looked down at her wide ass below me. I saw her crack, opened wide, for her ass was far back, thereby placing my penis directly under her for with me beneath her I could deliver every inch of my cock into her sloppy vagina.
She was, to put it in the vernacular, 'very poor fucking.' I was having sex with her for two reasons. First, she
