The Thirteenth and Last, Episode
I received a message from Lady Haversock.
I was to come to one of the manor's rear doors after coming on foot through the wood behind the house-the trees through which I had fled after being caught by Lord Haversock in his wife's bedroom.
I did not go in my coach this time. I went on horseback to the north edge of the trees where I tied my trusty charger, hidden in a shadow, and I then progressed toward the manor on foot, carefully taking my time and stopping occasionally to cock my head and listen.
I heard nothing but the ever-present British wind dreamily soughing through the trees. I progressed carefully, though, but I was sure the lord of the manor was not at home, for discreet questioning of various individuals that afternoon had told me that for sure Lord Haversock had departed by boat for Normandy.
I was afraid that perhaps some errant servant of the manor, coming in late, might perchance glimpse me but then I realized that if the Lady Haversock went with me to Jamaica, it would make no difference if a servant saw me enter the manor, for she would be with me when she told her husband's attorneys of her plans for a divorce to wed me; such, dear readers, was my lovesick scrambled and completely idiotic thinking.
My prick strained my breeches. I had an enormous hard, even though I had introduced my semen into the cunt and mouth of the cook, after discharging also in her asshole.
To you young aspiring cocksmen, do not fear that use will deplete your testicles. Indeed, a muscle needs much use to grow strong; by such thinking, the same holds true for the testicles. The more they are employed the faster they create more semen, a point my uncle had disclosed to me but which I had forgotten in my love turmoil over the lovely Lady Haversock.
Also, young cocksman, do not think that love and sex are apart, for love-if there is such a thing-is merely the call of nature to propagate the species, and to propagate the human race the penis of the man must be deep and throbbing as it ejects the man's semen to mix with the orgasm of the female.
But I, immature and confused, at that moment, while sneaking through Nottingham Wood, was so ignorant of man and woman relationship that I, in my stupidity, confused love with sex and vice versa. Indeed, I had grandiose plans, as related, of fleeing halfway across the world with Lady Haversock after she'd legally become Mrs. Jonathan Richardson, of course.
If further evidence of my craziness is needed, I am sure the following episode in Lady Haversock's bedroom will convince the reader of my temporary insanity over a mere hair-covered cunt, something which from that date I have penetrated time and time again-so many times I have no idea how many! — and some times have entered with my cock almost sagging in boredom, sick and tired of hairy cunts, hairy anuses and grasping, sucking mouths!
Now the expanse of lawn lay before me, silvery in moonlight, but nothing moved on it, not even a dog barked, for Lady Haversock had assured me the hounds would be securely penned for my arrival, she having a handful of fierce mastiffs that she had, luckily, penned also for my first visit.
Had a mastiff or two jumped me when I had fled, I would not be here crossing this strip of lawn again, my heart pounding against my ribs and my mouth dry with fear of being detected.
But no warning shout rang out and I gained the rear door my Lady had designated. I flattened against it for a long moment, looking about; again, I heard or saw no danger.
Because of the late hour, the servants' quarters held no lights, nor did a light glow in the stables, nor was there a glimmer of Light in the house. Carefully, L turned the doorknob, remembering my Lady said that door would be unlatched.
The door opened readily and I slipped into a darkened long hall, the musty smell of age touching my nostrils. I silently advanced down the long hall and just as silently entered my Lady's room which showed a bit of candlelight below the door.
I entered a room smelling of faint perfume and a good heady cunt smell, for cocksmen can, I am sure, smell cunt faster and easier than non-cocks-man, and the good clean aroma of human cunt and human asshole lay on the tinted air.
Then, my heart fairly stopped.
Lady Haversock lay on her huge bed, the candlelight glistening on her cream-colored skin-and she lay stark naked!
How can I describe her naked loveliness? Again, I must strain my knowledge of my native tongue as I search for proper adjectives, but alas I know I shall find none, for such loveliness as the naked form of the tiny Lady Haversock begs forever for such parts of speech!
Let me tell you that she lay on her back in the position the female has when entertaining the prick of the male, for her legs were slightly parted to show the thick forest of her pubic hair. Evidently she had just urinated for I caught the delightful glimmer of slanting candlelight on beads of water clinging to a few stray hairs.
I do believe my nostrils trembled like those extended nostrils of the stud as he smells a mare in heat and his prick suddenly shoots out its long length to slap up and down like a huge drumstick against his eager belly.
I do remember that my erection threatened to push my trousers off my hips, and already my testicles had sought upward haven in my sac as they always did when close to ejecting semen.
She had judged her candles right for they were just strong enough to cast the shadows of her breasts, meanwhile ringing each high proud mound with a halo around each upjustting nipple.
Now she held out her arms. “Darling, darling,” she murmured and I, a lovesick fool, bent over her, put my arms around her nakedness, and crushed her, breasts and all, to my chest, my heart hammering in unison to her wildly beating heart-or so, it seemed to me, lovesick idiot I was!
I felt her tiny fingers on my fly. My cock flew out as she unbuttoned. We kissed in deep profundity. I felt her tiny hands surround my straining penis. Finally, our lips parted, slowly and damply.
“Darling, your clothes-Oh, I'm hungry for my love, my darling! Hurry, hurry, hurry-”
She in a hurry? Nobody could be more hurried than I! I had come without underthings, of course-time was the essence here, not propriety. And within a few seconds I stood naked with her lying on her side on the bed, her red lips occasionally shooting out to kiss my bony erection.
I wondered, idly, if she sucked, then discarded that thought, for lips as precious as hers did not indulge in such plebian maneuvers, I felt sure, but I still cherished the terrible thought, knowing that a mouth as small as hers, if properly applied in educated manner, could really and truly pull a man's cock into swift and complete orgasm.
But I was here for the maidenhead, and I gently asked if it were still intact, both of us lying prone now on our sides, our lips locking occasionally, her angel's breath lightly touching my cheeks. Her hands-both of them-were down and both held my prick, for my cock was too big for just one of her small hands, and this fact pushed pride deep into me.
When my prick hit her maidenhead, she'd be so full of cock-my cock-that she'd fuck in wild, hungry abandon, I swore to myself, hearing her whisper that her husband had not 'touched her' since our last incident, tragic as it had been…
Suddenly I stiffened, head cocked, listening-for I was sure that I'd heard a sound somewhere outside.
“What was that?” I whispered.
“I heard nothing, my love. Your ears deceive you.” Her soft right hand gently pulled my foreskin over my knob. “Darling, are we-?”
She slowly steered my knob toward her cunt. My knee lifted and came down between her thighs, which willingly spread, my other knee following suit-and there I was in man's most awkward-and most blessed! — position, my ass sticking up and my cock trailing down along her hairy mass, seeking the small damp opening it had so briefly penetrated the other time.
“Oh, my God, what a cock!”
Elation filled me at her compliment. I felt her nipples touch my chest. I had a moment of surprise. Her nipples were not as hard as they should be. I should have been warned then, should I have not, but such was my love for this woman that my head was completely gone!
