manhood into either her hungry anus or vagina, her enormous breasts pendulant as she waited for me to later impale her between her breasts high big mounds.
Never again would the coachman's wife take my long and round prick in her mouth and suck and massage it to jetting happiness. Never again would the hot vagina of the little maid nurse my knob, pulling and tugging until my testicles filled her with my semen.
Now I was a fugitive from the King's Law, running and dodging, and I had to leave my native land. Where would I go but to my good uncle in Jamaica. I must hurry, hurry, hurry-
My gold found the captain I wanted-one bound for Kingston, Jamaica-and for three days I sat cramped in my own stinking excrement in the stinking hold of a ship, while three times the King's men searched for me. Finally, I felt the pitch beneath me and we were at sea, I bound for my uncle's domain in cocksdom, and my prick stiffened, even in my miserable quarters.
Time would aid me to forget
When the captain freed me we climbed on deck, he behind me up the ladder, and as we got near the top his hand, coming up and resting on the crack of my buttocks, halted me.
I felt his fingers love my buttocks, forefingers seeking my anus. And I heard him say, “There are no women on board, you know. We men must seek friendship and love in each other, you know.”
I laughed, happy to be free. “When there are no cunts, the men must substitute,” I said.
His forefinger punched my asshole through my heavy trousers. “You are a man of great intellect and understanding, Jonathan,” he said. “We climb now,
“To your bed,” I said, and continued upward.
