My thighs trembled. My heart was wild in my ribs. I could hear it thud in my ears. My hips moved gently forward. I had to control myself. I wanted to bull ahead, my knob tearing into her vagina. With sheer will power I controlled my galloping desires.
For she was so precious to me, for would she not someday be my wife? Such was my idiotic thinking, reader! I, a cocksman, a man who needs the utmost flexibility of movement, was seriously thinking of marriage-the biggest
My prick again met the smallness of her cunt. Again, my cock couldn't enter. Again, I had the wild impulse of hastily slapping my hips ahead, forcing my knob into her cunt.
Again, I checked this. (Now I wish I'd have hit her so hard her asshole would have popped open!) I put my right hand down to open her cunt slightly, and my weight was completely on her now, covering her the way a bull covers a small heifer, and she reached and caught my hand, holding it from her cunt.
“Darling, let me do it,” she whispered, breath warm on my ear.
My hand came back, sunk under her buttocks, and I cupped her, my fingers lying in her crack, forefingers gently touching the hair around her small asshole, and I felt her hand skin back my foreskin, opening her cunt with her other hand as she jacked me into still harder and bigger and longer erection, if such were possible.
Every pore in my body screamed that I deliver my penis to my testicles in this soft, yielding female. I lay between soft thighs that rose upward, knees bent, her bare feet occasionally touching my sweaty back.
“In a moment-darling-” she said. “I'll dampen my edges-from inside-”
Her voice was cold, methodical. It suddenly sounded like the voice of a bored whore who has already sold her body twenty odd times during the day and finally adjusts her last customers cock just before midnight and her closing time.
Again, why didn't this lackadaisical tone warn me? Ah, the reader knows why, wise man-a fool in love and all that rot, you know!
She seemed a long time lubricating and opening her cunt, for I felt her fingers under my cock. I waited poised in man's most ridiculous position, trying to curb my impatience.
Candlelight showed her sweet face, her open red mouth, the white glistening teeth, the hair spilled over the pillow, the small earrings in her tiny ears. What a queen, what a doll, I had! Oh, how I would love her, cherish her-
Great impulses tore me. I would be the world's best husband which, in my present estimation, also is the world's biggest fool.
My head went down. My lips found hers. At first her lips seemed rather cold, lacking their old clinging lovingness, and then they became warm and curved to mine as our tongues met-just as my cock would meet her clitoris in a little while-in damp sweetness and loved and played.
“Oh, darling-And this every morning and night, too!”
My blood took on renewed energy at her words, for had she not admitted by her statement that she would become my bride? I thought of her husband for one distracting moment, remembering that he at this time was close to the bastardly king-indeed, some claimed he now held the king's ear.
Would the king-who had to consent to all divorces-consent to her divorcing his friend, Lord Haversock?
Then she said, “All right, darling, I'm ready.”
Gone were all thoughts of the bastardly king whose bastardly father had had such brass that he'd had a group of skilled authors rewrite the Bible. Gone was all precaution. Gone was all things-the world, the outside, the danger of my being here.
All that counted was that tiny cunt with its taut maidenhead that her small hand guided my cock toward in this red, happy moment. I felt my prick touch the sides of her cunt. For some reasons, the cunt's lips seemed very dry; indeed, they seemed covered by some sort of powder, my throbbing brain told me.
This dryness of cunt should have also warned me but of course it didn't, for I was in a delirious state of bliss that even an earthquake couldn't have shattered.
“Push, darling, push,” she breathed.
Her thighs spread out wider, thus to aid my prick in entrance. This spreading movement opened her cleft more. My forefingers played directly around her anus, and she shivered with happiness.
“Darling, put the cock to me, please, darling-”
She was becoming vulgar under the push of passion, a trait all women-even the most cultured and elite-seem to own. My hips arched, and my thighs Came slowly forward; slowly, carefully, my knob entered her cunt-and then came head on with the obstacle of her maidenhead.
My pee-hole flattened against the membrane. I pushed harder but failed to dent the veil, and I realized it was tougher than the first time, and it had offered much resistance then.
I pushed again, hard and sure, but the veil held, and it came to me that it was not of flesh but of some other material-but how can the stiff cock of a cocksman tell flesh from man-made material, especially at a moment of high burning tension such as this?
To my surprise, my stiff cock
My uncle and other cocksmen had told me about breaking maidenheads and the reader should remember I had already shattered one, my cock sliding through the maidenhead with ease and bringing but a bit of blood trickling down to meet the girl's gaping asshole.
“Darling,” I breathed. “What in heaven's name-?”
“You can't-break it?”
“No, my cock-”
Suddenly her voice changed. “I'm sorry, you sonofabitch!” And then she screamed, “Rape, rape! Jonathon Richardson-he broke in my window-Husband, guards, he's raping me-”
I started to pull my cock out. Her cunt's lips held it securely. I fought to get to my feet, pulling dreadfully on my cock-which finally gave. Naked, I whirled, standing beside the bed-but they were too many, they came too fast, and I went down, fists and clubs slapping me.
Servants rushed in with bright candles. I was down with a big man sitting on me. My nose bled. I glimpsed that six toughs had jumped me.
They stood around with doubled fists and short clubs, and a sick feeling sagged my belly-but the sickness came from the way a woman I'd thought loved me had betrayed me.
I saw Lord Haversock standing with his wife, who now had a robe around her as she nestled happily in her husband's arms.
Her words came clearly. “I put a bit of Indian rubber up me, as you asked, darling. He never got to have sex with me. That alum you had me use-to make me smaller-
Everything became clear. She had lured me and duped me. Her maidenhead had been a small sheet of rubber placed across her vagina. The powdery feeling my knob had received from the walls of her cunt had been of powdered alum which my uncle said whores used to shrink their over-used cunts.
Somebody had lied to me. Lord Haversock had not taken a boat for Normandy. I had been duped, but why?
Suddenly, it hit me. She lured me here to catch me in her bed, for she and her husband wanted my property. Lord Haversock was financially down and my property, although not much was a big boost-as long as the king awarded it to Lord Haversock free, which the king did while I was jailed in Old Bailey.
I was not allowed at my trial, which was actually merely a formality, nothing more. I was sentenced to twenty years in the Tower. I was to be transferred by a giant Negro.
The Negro came. He bent to put chains on my ankles. I don't know yet whether he was lax in watchfulness or I was lucky for, as he bent, I skillfully and smashingly brought my knee upward, crashing it into his face and sending him sprawling.
Within moments, I had his pistol. Within another few moments, I was free again on London's dark streets. I hurried to my housing. I had some money hidden in the barn, for my wise uncle had told me to always have a good-sized nest egg set aside for flight which, he said, a cocksman many times had to take.
My servants were gone. The servants of Lord and Lady Haversock now inhabited property which had been mine from birth. Never again would I be on knees behind the comfortable buttocks of my cook pumping my
