“That's her,” my uncle said, “and look at what she wrote below, you doubting bastard.”
My good uncle calls me vile names but this is only because he loves me, his only nephew. He and my father were very, very close brothers. What was written below was so obscene I would not mention it here but it was signed to my uncle by Willie.
“Willie's a man's name,” I pointed out.
“You poor simpleton asshole,” my uncle said. “Her name was Wilhemina, and short is Willie, ignorant.”
I said, “Quit calling me vile names and go on, please.”
“Where was I? Oh, yes-”
Willie had asked my uncle whether he wanted his penis in her rectum or vagina, and my uncle had said rectum. “But there's no oil or grease around, “he said, “and your asshole is dry-”
“Please do not talk dirty,” Willie had corrected. “Please do not refer to my anus as an asshole, my good man.”
“But there's still no oil or grease,” my uncle said.
“We can solve that. Just lie still, sir.”
What did Willie intend to do? My uncle's unspoken question was soon answered for Willie's buttocks dipped low suddenly. Her cunt opened and took my uncle's knob and twisted it.
“When she let my cock go it was all white on the knob. She swung her ass ahead and when her anus was over my prick down it came. I didn't enter her rectum. She kept her asshole tightly closed, but she did deposit the white goo from her cunt around her asshole's edges.”
My face must have expressed doubt for he said, “You don't believe, huh? Well, why go on, then?”
“I believe you,” I hastily assured.
He looked at me with his searching, haunting eyes-the eyes women said were those of a lost male, a little boy, that they instinctively wanted to mother.
Finally he said, 'There isn't much more to tell. I'll go on with it just to finish, if nothing else. Well, she swung back and forth on her arms, my cock moving white goo from her cunt to her asshole. Finally her asshole was good and sloppy. I then entered her rather easily.
“She fucked me. I didn't fuck her. She went up and down on my cock, raising her body by her arms, letting her body fall-and never once did her buttocks touch my belly, so close was her precision.
“When she went up, she twisted her buttocks. That was easy to do, you know, with her ass floating free in air. She rose to the top of my knob, twisted again, then settled, sliding down my cock like it was a maypole, or something.
“She twisted all the time, this way, then that- and my cock was a living, hammering thing. Her bowels were full. Shit came down my cock and ran into my hair and I felt some trickle down across my asshole, but I paid the stink and brown no attention, because I was really getting fucked for the first time-really fucked.
“Man alive, she could pull it out of man's balls. When I finally shot my wad-which wasn't long afterwards-I filled her with my goo up to her belly button, so believe me folks!”
My uncle then related that the contortionist had him sex her in her natural opening, lubricating this with brown from her rectum.
“My prick fell down after I had an orgasm in her rectum, of course. You can read about men who have a hard on all the time and can go from cunt to rectum and then to mouth and discharge in each opening, but don't believe that because that's shit — pure, unmitigated shit, no more.
“I'm as good a prickhound as any but after each time I get a soft on, and I defy you to show me a man who doesn't.
“Yeah, my prick's limber, of course, but that don't make any difference. Her cunt comes down and so help me I know you won't believe this but her cunt lips seem to reach down-this is the gospel truth, nephew-and they grab my cock and suck it right up into her cunt!”
“I know you'll say that's an impossibility. I know you have grounds for saying that, but on my word of honor it's true-her cunt's lips just pulled my soft penis right up into her vagina.”
My uncle related that he lay back with his eyes closed and just allowed her to do all the work. “God, it was good. Those cunt lips massaged my cock like a man does when he runs his prick between his palms, rolling it like. I just let myself drift.
“Within minutes, I had another erection again. My testicles lusted to shoot my wad into her vagina. Her buttocks went up and down with even, sure strokes. She had confidence in her ability.
“Then do you know what happened?”
My uncle was a great one for what he called suspense. “What happened?” I asked.
“Well, with my cock still in her box she swings her head around and licks my balls and looks back at me, my cock between us, and she says, “Am I a tight fit, young man?”
“You sure are,” I said, “and you sure know how to do it, lady.”
She looked up at my cock opening her cunt, about half my prick in her. She eyes my cock and her cunt carefully. “You give me a good fill but you haven't the prick my good old papa had.
“Papa's thing filled my pussy to overbreaking. I had a hard time taking his cock. Poor old man, he fell off the high wire three years ago next month. Well, what say we continue, huh, youngster?”
“I mumbled something and her buttocks rose and fell again, her cunt skinning my prick. I kept my eyes closed. Suddenly it seemed to me that my cock was in an even tighter place.
“I opened my eyes. To my surprise she was sucking me off. She still stood on both hands but she'd twisted her butt up now and her mouth was around my penis, and how that female could suck!”
My uncle smiled. He relit his pipe. He said a pipe helped in seductions. “Women think a man who smokes a pipe is the silent, strong personality type. Women like to be bossed. They don't like a man who they can order around. I don't like a pipe. Women do.”
My uncle then returned to his sexual adventure with the female contortionist. He said that she was good at sucking; indeed, one of the best he'd met in his years as a cocksman.
He was sure that a woman made a better sucker than a man, but I got him off that point.
The females denier now pointed toward my uncle. Her crack, he reported, was but inches away. He put his hand out and gently felt of her anus. “It was so clean it shined like a black hunk of leather with a hole in it. First thing I knew my tongue was washing her asshole.”
Evidently the female liked her anus tongue-bathed for my uncle reported that she moved her anus back closer to his head so he could get a better swipe at her asshole and cunt, and I report in the vulgar language my uncle employed.
“She stood on her hands with her body at a forty-five degree angle, her butt jutting out to meet my tongue. She wasn't good licking. The reason was simple. She'd tongue-cleaned herself before we started, remember.
“She'd left nothing for my tongue, the vixen, but I used my tongue just the same, now and then catching a bit of good taste-and then she farted and the fart was very oily and I had something then to use my tongue on, nephew. She was a real one, that girl.”
I shall cut this tale short. Many persons- especially churchgoers-will call the preceding obscene and then go to bed and practice licking with the head choir girl. Therefore I shall add but a few words to finish my uncle's story.
His tongue cleaned the female anus and vagina, cleaning the anus first and going to the vagina second. And then, once again the contortionist did something that surprised him.
But let us tell it in his words, as closely as I remember them. “I had my tongue just a little bit in her cunt, and it sure tasted sweet because I could reach in just far enough to tickle her clitoris and make her have a couple of orgasms. She was an easy one to bring to an orgasm.”
“One reason a woman's little man is so close to the surface is that most men have such short pricks that if the clitoris was further back the man's cock couldn't reach it.