Many of my young readers aspiring to be cocksmen undoubtedly are in the low financial scale. Let this lack of funds not deter you. You have but two assets, to be blunt.
Your first asset is your penis. Let us talk in man-to-man cocksman terms, please. Your future depends much on your penis. And to be a successful cocksman you had best have a long penis-at least ten inches or over-and a big penis-its circumference great enough to amply fill most cunts.
I admit, here and now, that there are some cunts no penis-I repeat, no penis-can ever hope to fill And during my years of cocksmanship I have discovered that the smaller in stature the female the greater size her cunt.
At first, I couldn't believe this. I had, at sixteen, delivered the cock to Baroness Von Henning, the rich German, who had heard of the size of my prick and had deliberately chosen me to fuck her that particular night.
Now the Baroness is a small, dainty woman. When she undressed me I lay on her huge round bed and awaited her to quit her clothes and as she discarded these I admired her firm and small and well-breasted body, my young prick protruding upward at the proper angle, my foreskin peeled back over my pulsating knob as I gently fingered my cock in anticipation of this penetration.
The Baroness stood in front of her huge tall mirror, plainly teasing me by making me wait, but I was wise to her and raised no complaint. Her bare back was to me, and a lovely back it was, indeed.
Her small shoulders were square. (She stood four feet eleven.) Her waist was so tiny-oh, how small it was! And then her hips spread out, womanly but not big, the crack of her ass tiny and closed tightly, for she evidently didn't want me to admire her asshole, although I could slightly discern her pubic hair.
Then, she turned. I remember gasping. My god, my lord, what a beauty, what a walking, talking doll, what a lovely bit of God's own handiwork!
Naturally my first glance fell on her hips and lower structure, the first part of a woman that a cocksman admires, for here lies her cunt and anus and the female parts he seeks.
Her blonde pubic hair was a deep mass of loveliness, diamond shaped between her curvaceously rounded-but small-thighs.
Finally my gaze ran up her belly, which was flat and without wrinkles, and became riveted on her breasts, which I shall find hard to describe but shall attempt to do so, nonetheless.
For her size, she had the breasts of a much larger woman. Her nipples jutted upward and, to my surprise, they were not brown but a light rose color, the first of that color I had ever seen. In fact, I've seen no true rose-petal pink in nipples since that date!
I then looked at her face. When at the dance but an hour before her small face with its finely-chiseled features had been smiling and congenial. Now, facing the passion of sex, it was twisted, eyes narrowed, red lipped mouth tight… a typical overbearing Hessian visage.
I almost withdrew at that moment, but caught myself in time for my eyes again fell on that great mass of high pubic hair. I guessed that a small, delightful cunt lay buried beneath that thick bunch of coils; in fact, my prick became even longer and, I swear, even more hard, although it was concrete hard at the moment before.
“I like the top position,” the Baroness said, advancing on bare and silent small feet, those big delectable breasts moving up and down with each short, mincing step.
I'd expected that. My uncle had told me that the Hessian females he had penetrated all had wanted to ride him-not him ride them-except one, for the German always wants the top position in his crude, coarse and rasping ignorance. Nonetheless, her cunt was what counted, not the prestige of one race over the other, so accordingly I put my legs together as she mounted me.
What a beautiful picture she made, indeed! Her cream-colored skin, glistening in the dim lamplight, and her rose-tinted nipples, bobbing as she daintily stepped over me to face me, my prick in her two small hands.
I closed my eyes as she broke her knees and lowered her luscious hips down. Soon my stiff prick would be buried in her pubic forest. My knob would penetrate the dense mass of hair. It would find the lips of a small, damp cunt.
My very intestines trembled with sexual lust. My muscles were damp, fine sweat covering my skin. My blood quickened as I felt her steer my knob through her fine pubic hair.
The hairs tickled my bulb. I writhed hips in expectation. I opened my eyes briefly.
She was crouched, her knees bent, her splendid body slowly coming down on my prick, which she still held in both hands-hands so tiny that, placed end to end, they didn't begin to cover my cock, I am proud to relate.
I closed my eyes. Soon my cock would feel the outlines of her cunt. Why did she hold my prick in both hands? The reason was simple. Her cunt was so small, so tiny, so wee, she'd have to carefully manipulate my stiff organ so it could enter her without hurting her?
Suddenly, to my surprise, her buttocks landed down on my hips. What had happened? Had she suddenly come down and missed my cock which had slid to the front and now pushed up her belly and was not warm and tight in her cunt?
Then, again to my surprise, I felt a little warmth around my penis. Her hands had left my prick. They were now placed on my belly. Then I realized she had slid down my cock and my prick was now deep in her-to the roots. And her cunt was so huge I hadn't felt its sides as she'd absorbed my long and round penis!
Hurriedly, I opened my eyes. My surmise was correct. All of my prick was in her cunt. She rested her asshole on my testicles. Every iota of penis I owned now lay between her lovely thighs!
Eyes closed, she began rising and falling on my penis, her dimpled knees bending and lifting. To my dismay, my cock felt no rubbing from her cunt's lips; indeed, my cock felt little heat, it was in such a huge cavity.
My penis felt a little dampness, but this was natural vagina juice the whiteness that comes to a woman's pubic hairs even without her having an orgasm.
Then the Baroness said, “I come, darling, I come!”
I put my hands on her flanks. I drove her down over my prick, like a farmer hanging a ham on a big nail, and she wriggled this way, then that, as she had her orgasm, and finally she opened her eyes. She smiled then-a girlish, tiny smile.
“I needed a good fucking. My husband would rather twirl his Hessian mustache than fuck me. I am very tight, am I not?”
“Very, very tight,” I lied.
“You have a bigger prick-much bigger-than the Baron, but he fills me completely, too. Come now, let me just silently, thoroughly, fuck you, my good boy.”
Again her ass slid up and down my cock. Again, I realized how big her opening was, for it was sloppier now with her rush of cum.
I cite these facts merely to warn young cocksmen that most women-small women, that is-are big of cunt, as a general rule. Surely the cocksman, no matter how young or immature, must have heard the old cocksman adage that, Big woman, big cunt. Little woman, all cunt.
As the reader has undoubtedly already noticed, the good little Lady Haversock was an exception to the rule of little woman, all cunt, for the reader will remember that I had difficulty getting my knob in her, her cunt was so small.
My penis itched to break her maidenhead, as stated. I prayed that no other penis would beat me to her veil. I would make another move toward her as soon as it was safe.
Now I must relate that I had all the above thoughts while behind the wide bottom of Duchess Jon Barron, whom I have long serviced and whom I go to when all other avenues of sex are closed, for she is not the world's best piece of ass, as the vulgar call sexual intercourse.