I clutched her rounded and full waist, my arms pushing me back and pulling me in. She broke wind with vile loudness, the hot air pushing against my heaving belly and, like all French farts, hers was not sweet but stunk to high heaven, and why French females have such terrible stinking farts I do not know, unless the farts are a direct result of the rotten meat they eat-for no true Frenchman would think of eating a piece of beef or mutton until maggots are crawling over it.
“Excuse, Please,” she panted.
“Your apology is accepted.”
She doubled her head under her and her buttocks rose and a good two inches of my cock failed to enter due to this rise. I therefore spread her heavy legs out wider and thus elevated her cunt. I leaned back and looked at my cock to see if all were in her, for she was so big and loose and wet a man had the sensation of fucking a damp pile of dough, no more.
Because her hips were spread her asshole showed clearly. It had short, bristly hair like a hog's. I looked at it from all angles, she of course not seeing my scrutiny for her gross body was between my head and hers.
I had a brief thought: should I remove my penis from her motionless and dead cunt and put it in her asshole?
I knew my penis was damp enough to enter her anus without my pushing hard, for her anus fairly gaped open-big and long as Lady Haversock's little cunt, if not longer.
No, I'd not transfer my penis. What would be the use? She'd be just as loose in asshole as in cunt. I'd stay where I was. Finally I'd have an orgasm if my hips didn't play out first, and my hips were aching slightly.
Her grunting had changed to a deep keening sound now. I noticed that her asshole went in and out as her voice changed tones, or was I wrong? I am sure I was right although my reader will have a hard time, I feel sure, synchronizing the pitch of voice with the motions of a female anus!
My hips were beginning to get even more weary. I had been behind her for quite a while, my penis shooting up into her cunt. She's had orgasm after orgasm, which added to the sloppiness of her vagina.
In fact, she'd immediately orgasmed the moment my prick, on entering, had scraped across her clitoris. That had been the first-but definitely not the last-time she had broken wind. For the moment my knob hit her little man her asshole parted and a torrid and stinking fart belched forth.
Now again her ovaries spoke, sending whiteness tumbling down my prick. My pubic hair was all matted and stiff from her cunt's natural syrup and the cum of her orgasms.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Pierre! Put it into me to your balls, my Pierro!” Suddenly she clamped one broad hand over her wide mouth. “My Jesus, you're not Pierre! That's one mistake for both of us, n'est-ce pas?”
“Fuck,” I said, trying not to sound bored. We again began fucking in earnest, my penis making a soggy sound as it entered her cunt, hesitated, and then came out, only my knob hanging in her thick vulva's lips before my penis again rose to again penetrate the bottomless well of her hips.
The terrible thought came to me that perhaps, because of her looseness and bigness, I could not be led to an orgasm. This scared me slightly. I would fail as a cocksman if I failed to orgasm!
What would be my salvation? I found the answer immediately. I would imagine I was behind the curvaceous buttocks of my Lady Haversock, my penis having broken the maidenhead and spearing high upward to meet the end of her vagina, where begins the uterus.
Fuck hard, I told myself. Fuck Lady Haversock. Think fuck, fuck, fuck-with Lady Haversock! I closed my eyes. I have a strong imagination. The big French ass in front of me became the smooth beautiful buttocks of the lovely Lady Haversock.
No longer did my erection wobble and become lost in fat, sloppy discharges, and a cunt without walls and no traction. My prick was deep in my Lady, her cunt's lips hanging, pulling, giving my cock a tingle, a loving, that soon would bring my testicles to full and complete discharge!
I forgot my tired hips. I forgot all but Lady Haversock. My thighs pounded against the massive ass of the Frenchwoman. Again she broke wind-long and singing and with great heat against my belly-but this time her fart was the sweet fart of my beloved lady.
I hammered the big ass with all my strength, a renewed sexual fever tearing my arteries, hammering my pounding veins, my cock big and round and long and hard, sliding in, hammering up again-and I heard the French sow cry again and again as her ovaries did their womanly duty. Then, I had my expression. I pulled the big buttocks back. They rode my belly. My stroke shortened. I fucked the big ass with short, jarring jolts. A million small imps tickled my testicles, which shot my semen into my tubes.
I felt the world recede. I fucked Lady Haversock! Lady Haversock small but well formed ass took my cock entirely! The membrane of her maidenhead was draped over my testicles for my prick had pierced her virginal veil directly in the middle and, as we had fucked, the membrane had slid down my cock to now he, red and bloody, over my sack.
Thus I shot my semen into this big ass. My white manhood jetted from my pee-hole. I grabbed the big waist, pulled back the enormous hips-I jabbed shorter, harder, my hips not aching now.
I discharged and, thinking I had depleted myself, I still discharged more, so great was my imagination. Finally, I had no more. The big buttocks fairly sat on my belly. I opened my eyes.
The fair buttocks of Lady Haversock did not meet my eyes. I saw huge, rounded, and rather flabby buttocks. The asshole my eyes fell on was not the rounded small anus of Lady Haversock.
This anus was huge, ringed not with fleecy hair but with pig-stubbles, gaping open, rimmed with brown for her farting had moved excrement from her bowels, I noticed with sinking belly.
My cock came out from the cunt. No lips grabbed my fading prick, blessed it with jerkings. I have never taken my cock from a pail of warm lard, of course, but I do believe doing so would feel much as when I took my penis from the French bitch.
“Darling, how you can fuck,” a throaty voice said.
Definitely not the dulcet, low voice of my lady.
“Now will you fuck me in the ass?” the vulgar French whore asked. “I've never had a cock as big as yours up my rectum.”
I stiffened with anger. This French bitch took me, an English, for granted, for she spoke to me as a mistress speaks to a balky servant. Then a sudden thought hit me.
None had paid directly to date but this bitch would pay and I said, 'That will be five hundred francs extra.”
“What are five hundred to me? Put it up my asshole, Englishman.”
Episode Number Twelve
I recited Episode Eleven not to sexually stimulate any weak-minded reader but to merely show the reader two things: to portray to the aspiring cocksman the pitfalls that a cocksman might encounter and to show my rising and finally overwhelming desire to break the virginal veil of Lady Haversock.
Indeed, I fell in love with the lovely lady, and no cocksman should ever-yes, ever! — allow himself to degenerate to the point where he falls in love with a victim or intended victim.
Only males with great sexual drives should undertake the profession of cocksmanship… if a profession it can be called. Some males are more heavily sexed than others. Why this is, I don't know. Let us take a look at my uncle.
“I had my first sexual encounter when I was a mere five years old,” my uncle wrote in his famous biography of his cocksmanship.
My uncle wrote that his first sexual duel occurred with a young maid in his father's household. Again I quote from his rather lengthy but always interesting tome.
“I learned to read at an early age,” my good uncle wrote. “I had an overwhelming desire to read and practiced sounding words each time I had an opportunity.