“I don't want it that way,” I said.
She looked at me. She had my cock in both her hands and was going down on it slowly, wriggling it back and forth as it entered her hot vagina. Now she stopped, leg muscles tight, my knob just inside her hairy cunt's strong lips.
“May I ask why?” she asked.
I explained that my testicles seemingly were in haste to cast out my first semen and I wanted her in normal fashion until my rocks had drained for the first time, for having her-or any other woman in normal position on her back-always made me have an orgasm faster.
There is still no manner or method that beats what some cocksmen call 'the old fashion way.'
A saucy smile showed on her red lips. Dim candlelight outlined her beautiful body-the thick hair of her head, her strong profile, the sturdy little chin, and then the breasts, hard and big, nipples strong and brown.
Yes, and her smooth little belly and the widening hips, now spread over my hips, she on her feet with her ass coming down, my cock already to the knob in her womanhood.
“I shall bargain with you, m'lord.”
“Yes? And the terms?”
Her terms were simple and delightful. I would have her first on her back in normal man-woman fashion and when my testicles had spoken she could then mount me. “For being on top gives me such a masterful feeling,” she informed.
I gave this brief consideration. I had all morning ahead with nothing to do but consort with her or some other household wench, which was indeed a delightful prospect, for what man does not like to lie around all morning and fuck for a while, rest for a while, and then again have his penis seek a mouth, cunt or asshole until it works up to another orgasm?
Needless to say, I accepted her terms. She immediately quit her crouch over me, my prick falling from her cunt. As she went to the floor her lovely lips flashed down and she gave my erection a fleeting kiss, her tongue wiping swiftly across my pee-hole.
She then went on her back. I got between her legs on my knees. I took hold of each well-formed ankle, she watching over her parted breasts, holding her vee open by her hands.
I reared her lovely legs high, spreading them as they went up. I saw her anus, lovely and hairy, and then her cunt, small and sweet in its nest of thick hair, a small rim of white around it for she had already had a slight orgasm while running my knob back and forth in her cunt.
My heart thrilled at the loveliness of her naked cunt, there beneath me. Her eyes were narrowed and dreamy as though already she enjoyed my cock, and her rear lifted slightly as though pleading for my prick to enter more rapidly.
My cock jutted upward. Fierce sexual longings surged through me, making my asshole tighten. I had been cheated out of having a wild and full orgasm in the lovely hips of Lady Haversock. My sexual desire then had been suddenly blunted.
Now my desires were double ordinary. My cock came down, my right hand now wrapped around it, and my knob probed her hair, pushed against her asshole, for I loved to tease her.
I saw her lips tighten as my prick pushed her anus. I put more pressure on my cock, my bulb in her asshole. I wanted to tease her for experience had taught me that when she was slightly angry she would take it out on my cock with better hip action and a tighter cunt that fairly milked my semen from my penis.
I closed my eyes, smiling inwardly. My knob began to pry her dry asshole apart. I now had my bulb in her anus. Suddenly she farted so loudly she almost blew my prick free of her hole.
“Beans,” she said, “and something else, m'lord.”
“Yes, and what is that?”
“You promised to put your big tool up my cunt and not my asshole. I cannot have a good orgasm being cornholed, you know, and I want a good big blast when I come.”
Cornholed! The filthiness of the American word made me almost shudder. Those god-damned filthy American religious fanatics. They would be the only ones filthy enough to think of such a filthy word!
How much better would be the word sodomy! ”I thought we agreed on your asshole,” I said, still teasing.
She said, “God damn it, I won't stand for it. You said you'd fuck me in my cunt and not my asshole and I'm holding you to your word. Either you put that in my vagina or I'm leaving this bed.”
Anger also hit me. I held her hips savagely. I drove my cock suddenly into her asshole until my balls hit her buttocks. She screamed in pain, and I caught her long nails rising to claw, my hands grabbing her hard around her small wrists. Meanwhile, my cock went in and out of her rectum, bringing out some excrement, sloppy and yellow colored, for a lubricant.
“My God,” she gasped, “but that is good, m'lord. Fuck me in the ass and put your finger in my cunt and tickle my little man until he goes wild with joy. Lord, you sure fill my asshole, m'lord.”
Suddenly, after a dozen licks at her asshole, I without warning jerked my cock from her anus. I launched forward and her cunt opened and took my prick, excrement and all, until my testicles hammered against her opened asshole as she curled her rear end upward until I drove directly down on her, my cock going in completely, which was indeed a thrilling event.
She gasped loudly in happy surprise. “Fuck me, m'lord, fuck me! Put your big hose in my cunt to my belly, m'lord. Oh, god, what fuckings we have — Much better than me and any of your male help-”
She clamped her mouth shut. Due to her passion she'd said too much. She turned inquiring eyes on me. “My passion betrayed me, m'lord.”
I laughed, hips going up, then down. Her cunt's lips opened and closed around my ascending and descending shaft. A great feeling of bliss came over me, my damp and warm cock bringing happiness to me.
“Ah ha,” I said. “You fuck the others, too? I thought you reserved your ass only for your master, my fair bitch!”
“Master, it is not my fault. They catch me when you are not around and they rape me!”
She lied, of course. All young men aspiring to be cocksmen should never, never forget that while men lie occasionally, women lie continuously. They should never set the slightest stock by what a female says.
“And you rape easily, I take it.” To me it was all a joke. To me she was nothing but another fuck, although a good fuck…. She had enough ass and teats to supply many men and she lacked no tightness in mouth, asshole or cunt, as already stated.
“No, I fight them, m'lord.”
“Your heels, I notice, are round in the back,” I still teased, thrilling to the warmth of her vagina, for my cock went to its far end and hit the bottom, as we cocksmen say.
“My lord-Oh, my god, here I come, m'lord. Oh, my very asshole is bouncing, I do declare. What if I have another baby-one by you, this time?”
“We shall blame it on your priest friend,” I said. “By the way, how is he in bed?”
She answered in stupid straight country simplicity. “He doesn't have as much cock as you have. He cannot hit the end of me like you can. I would much rather fuck his superior, though-the bishop-”
Her cunt was well lubricated now. I felt her whiteness on my pubic hairs and my balls were damp. We had assumed our beat rhythm now. My cock made a sucking sound and it went in and out of her grabbing cunt.
It was, indeed, a very pleasant sound.
“But the bishop. What a huge belly he has,” I said.
“I wish I had a pillow under my ass. There is about one half an inch of your prick I cannot take because my cunt is too low.”
I took my right hand from her left buttock. My forefinger had been up her rectum an inch. I noticed excrement on my finger. It rubbed off on the white pillowcase as I brought the pillow under her buttocks.
She dug her heels in and lifted herself; then, once again, her legs went up, her knees bent over my laboring buttocks. I realized that my penis now went completely into her with not an iota of it outside.