For one thing, her bottom is very, very wide. Lying on her is like lying on a soft, heavy-nippled, high breasted mattress, your penis in a damp part — although I must admit the duchess, although the mother of six young children, still has a small cunt-much smaller-than the Hessian Baroness Von Henning.
I was on my knees, my cock lying in the duchess' wide crack, her with her head on her folded arms, her right hand back and her fingers tickling my testicles, which tingle in happiness.
“You seem listless today,” the good housewife said. “Are you working too late, my lover?”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, sensing what lay ahead-and sensing correctly, as her next words proved, for the common person has confusion between the role of a cocksman and the duties of a pimp.
“Do not some women pay you for your services, my love?” she asked in stupid, blundering big simplicity.
I withdrew my cock from its resting place between her crack. I said, “You confuse me with a pimp, duchess, and that I cannot allow.”
“Wait a minute!” Alarm tinged her hurried words. “I didn't mean to insult you. I spoke out of goodness, and sometimes goodness begats stupidity, as it did in this case!
“For Christ's sweet sake, lover, replace your prick lying in my crack, and we will then decide on whether you use my ass-I mean, anus-or my vagina, sweetheart.
“God, my love, do not deprive me of your prick, for my husband-the fat sonofabitch-only fucks me once a year and each time implants me with child, something you do not do.”
So I wasn't man enough to impregnate that wide big ass before me? Did she also question my manhood? We had fucked only at the wrong time-before her egg came down-or she'd been pregnant from my semen a long, long time ago, would she have not?
I did not lay my penis again in her crack, which now gaped open because, to lure me on, she had reached back with both hands, grabbed her buttocks, and had parted her crack until her asshole was strained, the cunt below it small and white rimmed with a bit of her own excretions.
“A pimp goes on the streets and solicits customers for a whore or two he has under his control,” I said. “A cocksman is one who does it for sheer pleasure it brings him and his woman and no money is involved.”
What a liar I am! Of course, no woman dare insult me by offering me money after or before our sexual intercourse but each Christmas from 'unknown admirers' come enough in checks and outright money to keep me a year if I live frugally.
“I'm so sorry, my love. Now, it is your choice, darling. Which will you take?” She pulled her buttocks even wider, her blue-rimmed asshole directly on the level with my stiff knob. “Asshole or cunt, darling?”
She almost pleaded. Hurriedly, I thought back to our last mating. I had not whammed against her huge ass for almost three weeks. I knew she had no other consort. This was not vanity on my part but rather good judgment on hers, for her husband didn't suspect me a bit, she stated, while he was supremely jealous of some men some years my senior.
According to her, her husband thought me just a harmless-and rather stupid-youth, which is just what she and I wanted him to think.
I debated her question. I gave some time to contemplating her anus. Her asshole gaped open, beckoning to my prick, or so it seemed, and her cunt was hidden, snug and secure in its undergrowth.
“Which, darling?” she pleaded.
I had gone into both openings more times than I could remember. Each Christmas she sent me at least five hundred pounds-for I recognized her handwriting on the package although wisely she signed no Christmas greeting inside.
I suddenly wanted to please her. She was a bubbling, blundering old battle-ax, discontent at home-indeed, I judged the only enjoyment she received in life was when she was squealing and puffing and fucking under my cock.
I knew she preferred to have it in her vagina than in her rectum, for she told me a number of times she felt little response when my penis boomed in and out of her asshole.
Was her asshole tighter than her cunt? No, I decided the cunt-despite spewing out so many young British citizens-was more constrictive than her anus, so I said merely, “Cunt.”
Her back instantly sagged, throwing her buttocks higher. “Oh, goody, darling,” she said, and her hand had my cock, steering it toward her cunt, now in view because of the new high position of her buttocks.
I hunched down, driving my prick up at an angle. I felt the warm lips of her cunt, which had opened to receive my bulb. She moved my prick's end up and down her cunt walls, dampening it, and then she murmured, “Forward, my darling, and drive it in my ass to your lovely balls, my love.”
She had trouble getting my bulb into her cunt. Think of that, dear reader! She the mother of many, and me with a prick not as big as some of my cocksman contemporaries, and she honestly had difficulty parting her hairy cunt enough to accommodate the big end of my penis!
A cocksman's life, naturally, has many thrilling moments but the most thrilling, I do believe in all honesty, is when he finds a cunt that is difficult to enter, for the honor is then two fold, indeed.
First he thinks that he is indeed heavily hung, as the uncouth pimps and whores on Soho Street state it. And each man in the world-be he black, yellow or white-has to be proud of one particular point at least, or he is not worthy of the title MAN.
Some are proud of their abilities to amass millions. Others are proud of their children and hope and work to see them grow into better and bigger persons than their father.
(This latter type of person usually is himself a failure in the world. Because he is a failure he expects much-if not too much-of his offspring to make up for his own lackings.
(This is very destructive both to the child and father involved. Such fathers, my uncle says, are to be avoided as you would avoid all stupid people, for who has learned or gained for his purse from stupidity?)
A bricklayer, to be worth his salt, is proud of his ability to lay a straight line of brick, just as a blacksmith is proud of his ability to properly shoe a stallion.
Thus a cocksman, to be worthy of that name, must indeed be proud of his penis, for that is his stock in trade. Women will not remember him by his good looks-if he has such-but by the length of his prick, the circumference of his penis, and his ability to maneuver that penis in their mouths, cunts or assholes and, in some cases, the pricks imprisoned between their big breasts for, strangely, some women love to fuck between the teats-but I shall deal with that episode later, dear young cocksman.
Now we shall go back to the big-butted baroness with her many children and her small cunt. Remember she had had, with difficulty, inserted my knob into her cunt, and there we were with her ass poised over my penis, crack wide, and her hand sliding down my shaft to rest lightly on my testicles, snug and big in my sac.
“Give it to me, darling! No, not slowly-make me yelp with sweet pain, honey! Drive that beautiful big thing into my ass-boom, just like that. Make me bleed, darling, bleed!”
Some women love to mix love and pain, finding happiness in each, and the baroness was of this type. Each time we connected she cried for me to bring blood, either to her asshole or cunt. Each time, as now, I hit her hard, and never once did I ever see a trace of blood!
Accordingly, I gathered my loins under me and launched my prick up and forward, entering her vagina with a roughness that pulled in her cunt's lips, which clung to my penis for about five inches before snapping back into place and then taking up their fucking-rhythm, opening and closing and pulling on my shaft, for the baroness indeed had wonderful strong cunt-ability.
“Oh, my good jumping Jesus,” she said huskily. “Christ, my lord, why don't I have you for a fucking companion, all the time?” I made no answer, of course, as my hips launched back and forth, my cock now white as it slid in and out of hair that was so long it almost hid my testicles on my instroke.