“If that were so the woman undoubtedly wouldn't get enough steam to have an orgasm, you know. Some men, I understand, have very small around and short penises. You and I were lucky, nephew. God smiled on us in regards to the size of our tools.”
I stifled a yawn, I remember. My uncle was growing rather boring. He recited facts about a female's body that were old straw to me.
“A woman can make herself have an orgasm even easier than a man can masturbate,” my uncle continued. “When she feels the urge for a man and there's none around she can take her forefinger and rub her clitoris just a little and she has her orgasm.
“She doesn't need insert much finger, either — just a little bit, for her clitoris is close to the surface, you know.”
This time I couldn't hold back my yawn. “I know,” I said. “I once saw a drawing.”
My uncle looked at me sharply. “You're not interested. I cited the case of the contortionist and me to warn you of what might lay ahead if you persist in following in my steps.
“I didn't relate it to be obscene. I related the event to forewarn you, because when a person has been forewarned he is also forearmed.”
“That's an old, old saw,” I said.
The Eleventh Episode Follows
Let us now briefly attempt to rationalize a man with the sex act. In other words, why do some men desire a certain woman sexually and the other man has definitely no desire to copulate with her?
Let us deal in realities. Let us take the case of Lady Haversock and myself.
Lord Haversock was definitely a little bit twisted mentally in regards to sex and the sex act for you will remember he had taken his wife through her anus and had completely neglected her small vulva and its tight little membrane called by the uncouth as a 'maidenhead.'
We cannot blame this lack of interest in the proper female orifice on the Lord's age for he definitely was not old but rather in middle age and was a virile, strong man who apparently had strong sexual urges, judging from his red-veined face and bull-like manner.
One cannot say, also, that the good Lord had found his wife's anus tighter than her normal sexual orifice, for one must remember he'd never tried out the latter-and his wife still possessed her maidenhead in proof.
One can only mark down the good Lord as being rather 'queer' when it came to the sex act, and we must dismiss him at this point and look at his small, tight-cunted wife with her super mammary glands, small waist and lovely blue eyes, not to mention red cupid-bowed lips that my prick yearned desperately to enter.
For, as stated, she had a very, very tiny mouth.
Her mouth, to me at least, seemed made for sucking a penis… preferably my penis. Her lovely buttocks, lifting and falling as she walked away from me, was what my uncle called 'eating pussy,' and I am sure my readers know full well what my cocksman uncle meant.
But although the anus and mouth of Lady Haversock presented a challenge her vulva-small and dainty with membrane-presented the greater challenge. My cock lusted to break that maidenhead, to state the obvious in the vulgar.
I found that Lady Haversock was continuously in my mind, awake and sleeping. I could only close my eyes and see her small white body with its challenging high breasts, her small waist and hairy crotch.
Oh, lord, how fate had doublecrossed me! There I had been, my cock's tip dancing across her virginal veil, and I had had to flee through the night, leaving the maidenhead unbroken behind me.
And I, an aspiring cocksman, had had only one other maidenhead in my life! I tried to content myself on breaking one, for some cocksmen-my uncle related-had no chance to break even one.
“You were indeed lucky,” my uncle had said, upon my telling him that, at long last, my prick had met a virginal veil… and had shattered it forever!
I cursed myself for being a bare-rumped idiot. Why had I not lunged ahead, even though my person had been in danger, and broken the fair wife's tight and taut membrane?
Thus I cursed myself during my waking hours. I, of course, continued seductions, for they are to me the core of existence-my existence, at least, for without a woman's flesh wrapped around a man's rigid penis what has life to offer?
Once while behind a wide-bottomed duchess, my penis deep in her vagina, I called, inadvertently, the given name of Lady Haversock, a fact which made my consort's female opening suddenly wince and forget to open and close around my shaft, puncturing upward in the lady's cunt in what she labeled 'fucking dog fashion,' for she was a Frenchwoman and the French, including the women, are always filthy of tongue, the bastards.
“What did you call me?” she demanded.
I knelt with immobile hips. I looked down at her wide ass below me. I saw her crack, opened wide, for her ass was far back, thereby placing my penis directly under her for with me beneath her I could deliver every inch of my cock into her sloppy vagina.
She was, to put it in the vernacular, 'very poor fucking.' I was having sex with her for two reasons. First, she wanted to fuck and what type of cocksman would I have been to rebuff her, to tell her I'd not fuck her?
Secondly, her husband was high in French politics. I was then seeking a post with the English ambassador in Paris and her husband, on her recommendation, could have got me the position.
(Incidentally, she didn't help me a bit and I never got the position.)
“I called you Jeanette,” I said.
“Oh… Are my ears bad? I thought you called me by another name. I'm sorry, my love.”
And she moved her huge buttocks even further back, and we began fucking again. She tried to open and close her cunt around my shaft but she had weak cunt muscles, for apparently she'd not exercised these muscles in order to properly copulate.
I cannot understand why all women-married or unmarried-do not exercise their vagina muscles so they have complete control of them and can open and close their female openings at will.
I do believe that many a husband has sought and obtained a divorce because of the poor fucking abilities of his wife. When a cunt is new to a man-and the fool imagines he's in love-the cunt is sweet and rosy but after some use when the husband-or lover-tires of the cunt, then the man realizes that he does all the work, the woman just lying with legs up and receiving and enjoying without a bit of work toward the ultimate orgasms.
For is the average woman so stupid that she imagines she can hold a husband by her housekeeping and cooking and chatter which she considers brilliant but to her husband is boring and the rantings of a stupid goose?
The only way a woman can hold a man-unless he also is a hidebound idiot-is through her cunt. And if her cunt is not educated-if she doesn't have pride enough to train her vulva's muscles-said husband then wanders on to some other bed wherein lies a female that has devoted her life to learning how to fuck, a woman that realizes men want but one thing of her-a good bit of sexual intercourse!
But I am like my uncle: I digress. As I said, the big French female was a poor piece of penis, which was rather odd for most Frenchwomen I have had sex with were rather warm and good in bed.
The Norwegians are the cold women, along with Swedes and Danes, but strangely I have found Finnish women to be very loving, warm and excellent in bed-a fact which stands not to reason for Finland is colder in climate than any of the three Scandinavian countries.
But variety is still the spice of the program and what is one man's meat is still another man's poison and soon the big-bottomed woman and I fucked in merry abandon, my stiff penis sliding back and forth in her cute and white-sloppy cunt, her grunts and groans resembling those of a fat sow being ridden by a boar with his long corkscrew penis.