wanted to fuck and what type of cocksman would I have been to rebuff her, to tell her I'd not fuck her?
Secondly, her husband was high in French politics. I was then seeking a post with the English ambassador in Paris and her husband, on her recommendation, could have got me the position.
(Incidentally, she didn't help me a bit and I never got the position.)
“I called you Jeanette,” I said.
“Oh… Are my ears bad? I thought you called me by another name. I'm sorry, my love.”
And she moved her huge buttocks even further back, and we began fucking again. She tried to open and close her cunt around my shaft but she had weak cunt muscles, for apparently she'd not exercised these muscles in order to properly copulate.
I cannot understand why all women-married or unmarried-do not exercise their vagina muscles so they have complete control of them and can open and close their female openings at will.
I do believe that many a husband has sought and obtained a divorce because of the poor fucking abilities of his wife. When a cunt is new to a man-and the fool imagines he's in love-the cunt is sweet and rosy but after some use when the husband-or lover-tires of the cunt, then the man realizes that he does all the work, the woman just lying with legs up and receiving and enjoying without a bit of work toward the ultimate orgasms.
For is the average woman so stupid that she imagines she can hold a husband by her housekeeping and cooking and chatter which she considers
The only way a woman can hold a man-unless he also is a hidebound idiot-is through her cunt. And if her cunt is not educated-if she doesn't have pride enough to train her vulva's muscles-said husband then wanders on to some other bed wherein lies a female that has devoted her life to learning how to fuck, a woman that realizes men want but one thing of her-a good bit of sexual intercourse!
But I am like my uncle: I digress. As I said, the big French female was a poor piece of penis, which was rather odd for most Frenchwomen I have had sex with were rather warm and good in bed.
The Norwegians are the cold women, along with Swedes and Danes, but strangely I have found Finnish women to be very loving, warm and excellent in bed-a fact which stands not to reason for Finland is colder in climate than any of the three Scandinavian countries.
But variety is still the spice of the program and what is one man's meat is still another man's poison and soon the big-bottomed woman and I fucked in merry abandon, my stiff penis sliding back and forth in her cute and white-sloppy cunt, her grunts and groans resembling those of a fat sow being ridden by a boar with his long corkscrew penis.
I clutched her rounded and full waist, my arms pushing me back and pulling me in. She broke wind with vile loudness, the hot air pushing against my heaving belly and, like all French farts, hers was not sweet but stunk to high heaven, and why French females have such terrible stinking farts I do not know, unless the farts are a direct result of the rotten meat they eat-for no true Frenchman would think of eating a piece of beef or mutton until maggots are crawling over it.
“Your apology is accepted.”
She doubled her head under her and her buttocks rose and a good two inches of my cock failed to enter due to this rise. I therefore spread her heavy legs out wider and thus elevated her cunt. I leaned back and looked at my cock to see if all were in her, for she was so big and loose and wet a man had the sensation of fucking a damp pile of dough, no more.
Because her hips were spread her asshole showed clearly. It had short, bristly hair like a hog's. I looked at it from all angles, she of course not seeing my scrutiny for her gross body was between my head and hers.
I had a brief thought: should I remove my penis from her motionless and dead cunt and put it in her asshole?
I knew my penis was damp enough to enter her anus without my pushing hard, for her anus fairly gaped open-big and long as Lady Haversock's little cunt, if not longer.
No, I'd not transfer my penis. What would be the use? She'd be just as loose in asshole as in cunt. I'd stay where I was. Finally I'd have an orgasm if my hips didn't play out first, and my hips were aching slightly.
Her grunting had changed to a deep keening sound now. I noticed that her asshole went in and out as her voice changed tones, or was I wrong? I am sure I was right although my reader will have a hard time, I feel sure, synchronizing the pitch of voice with the motions of a female anus!
My hips were beginning to get even more weary. I had been behind her for quite a while, my penis shooting up into her cunt. She's had orgasm after orgasm, which added to the sloppiness of her vagina.
In fact, she'd immediately orgasmed the moment my prick, on entering, had scraped across her clitoris. That had been the first-but definitely not the last-time she had broken wind. For the moment my knob hit her
Now again her ovaries spoke, sending whiteness tumbling down my prick. My pubic hair was all matted and stiff from her cunt's natural syrup and the cum of her orgasms.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Pierre! Put it into me to your balls, my Pierro!” Suddenly she clamped one broad hand over her wide mouth. “My Jesus, you're not Pierre! That's one mistake for both of us,
“Fuck,” I said, trying not to sound bored. We again began fucking in earnest, my penis making a soggy sound as it entered her cunt, hesitated, and then came out, only my knob hanging in her thick vulva's lips before my penis again rose to again penetrate the bottomless well of her hips.
The terrible thought came to me that perhaps, because of her looseness and bigness, I could not be led to an orgasm. This scared me slightly. I would fail as a cocksman if I failed to orgasm!
What would be my salvation? I found the answer immediately. I would imagine I was behind the curvaceous buttocks of my Lady Haversock, my penis having broken the maidenhead and spearing high upward to meet the end of her vagina, where begins the uterus.
Fuck hard, I told myself. Fuck Lady Haversock. Think fuck, fuck, fuck-with Lady Haversock! I closed my eyes. I have a strong imagination. The big French ass in front of me became the smooth beautiful buttocks of the lovely Lady Haversock.
No longer did my erection wobble and become lost in fat, sloppy discharges, and a cunt without walls and no traction. My prick was deep in my Lady, her cunt's lips hanging, pulling, giving my cock a tingle, a loving, that soon would bring my testicles to full and complete discharge!
I forgot my tired hips. I forgot all but Lady Haversock. My thighs pounded against the massive ass of the Frenchwoman. Again she broke wind-long and singing and with great heat against my belly-but this time her fart was the sweet fart of my beloved lady.
I hammered the big ass with all my strength, a renewed sexual fever tearing my arteries, hammering my pounding veins, my cock big and round and long and hard, sliding in, hammering up again-and I heard the French sow cry again and again as her ovaries did their womanly duty. Then, I had my expression. I pulled the big buttocks back. They rode my belly. My stroke shortened. I fucked the big ass with short, jarring jolts. A million small imps tickled my testicles, which shot my semen into my tubes.
I felt the world recede. I fucked Lady Haversock! Lady Haversock small but well formed ass took my cock entirely! The membrane of her maidenhead was draped over my testicles for my prick had pierced her virginal veil directly in the middle and, as we had fucked, the membrane had slid down my cock to now he, red and bloody, over my sack.
Thus I shot my semen into this big ass. My white manhood jetted from my pee-hole. I grabbed the big waist, pulled back the enormous hips-I jabbed shorter, harder, my hips not aching now.
I discharged and, thinking I had depleted myself, I still discharged more, so great was my imagination. Finally, I had no more. The big buttocks fairly sat on my belly. I opened my eyes.
The fair buttocks of Lady Haversock did not meet my eyes. I saw huge, rounded, and rather flabby buttocks. The asshole my eyes fell on was not the rounded small anus of Lady Haversock.
This anus was huge, ringed not with fleecy hair but with pig-stubbles, gaping open, rimmed with brown for her farting had moved excrement from her bowels, I noticed with sinking belly.
My cock came out from the cunt. No lips grabbed my fading prick, blessed it with jerkings. I have never taken
