Jonathan Richardson - Confessions Of An English Traveler

My friend later learned that the ignorant, superstitious Mexicans ate food more spicy than that of Madrid and Lisbon, if such food is possible. He also reported these women poor suckers.

I do not know about the latter. I ladled a few Italian women, as stated, but, as also stated, I have never ladled Spanish or Mexican, and frankly I do not care to, for I accept my friend's judgment implicitly.

The tongue also comes into another use, one which I employed frequently now as I fucked by tongue my little maid. My tongue would dart from her cunt, store her cum in my mouth, and then sweep downward, cleaning her open, straining asshole, and each time I did this her hips wriggled harder, for the anus muscles are indeed coated with sensitive nerves.

Each time I did this my tongue naturally gathered a bit of brown, which I gladly mixed with her cum. This indeed makes a very tasty mixture and I firmly advise a male to try this concoction.

I am one of the persons who love to swish cum in my mouth, thus gaining the utmost in flavor from the female ejaculation, if females can be said to ejaculate. Some ladlers, I am told, swallow the cum immediately.

I can see how such hasty swallowing could be possible if a man rode a female that had orgasm after orgasm, as did my little maid who is definitely nymphomaniacal and could fuck naturally or lap and suck for twenty four hours a day, not taking time out even for substance or liquids.

Again, I felt her mouth tighten on my cock. Again, she nibbled my cock slightly, bringing me back to the present.

Again, her muffled words. “M'lord?”

“Yes?” Also muffled.

“Your cock, m'lord, grows softer. Am I suddenly lacking in sucking ability, m'lord?”

“No, m'maid, no. Your tongue is strong. Your lips are pulling happily. It is in my person, m'love.”

“You think, perhaps, of another cunt?”

Anger rimmed her words. I realized I had become lost in speculation and revery, and behind my thoughts lurked the tragedy of last night-the two coaches roaring, the one gaining and overtaking the other, and Lord Haversock, pistol in hand… and what happened after that….

And Lord Haversock owned a part of the bastardly King's ear, too….

“No other cunt, m'love, “I hastily assured.

“But you-”

I suddenly feigned anger, as one does when confronted by an irate inferior. Thus I ran my right thumb hurriedly into her asshole which, at that moment, happened to be gaping conveniently open.

“Hush such talk, bitch, and suck. You know I love only you, wench. Use your tongue, female!”

Her lips immediately tightened around my shaft, which I sank to my balls in her mouth. Her sweet tongue licked out, lapped my testicles, and a million little imps of happiness thrilled my flesh, driving me into harder fucking, her lips and tongue and entire mouth happily fucking me.

Oh, how she could suck, the big-breasted whore!

Whenever I change sexual positions on a woman my orgasm becomes somewhat delayed. I then have to labor and gain my former high peak which eventually leads to my ejaculation.

Thus I was slightly delayed while the maid gave me the sucking process. Besides my thoughts wandered, as stated. I realized I was still worried about the Lady Haversock affair.

I had been an idiot-an unmitigated fool-to succumb to the beautiful lady's sexual lures and I had been even a greater fool for bedding the fair brute in her own environs, for the sexual transaction had taken place in My Lady's own bedroom.

I was not afraid of her husband in the physical sense of the word. Although he was a big man, he was twenty odd years older than I, who was also as tall but thinner and more wiry, for youth was on my side.

It was the bastardly king I feared, for Lord Haversock-so rumor held-was at this moment his majesty's (the two words are not worthy of capitals!) closest confidant.

But perhaps by now-or within a few days-Lord Haversock would be fallen from the king's favor? And yet another point entered my consideration, and it was this: Rumor held that Lord Haversock was indeed a proud man. Were he to confide to the king of the disloyalty of his wife the king would undoubtedly, while in his cups, tip the secret to other court hangers-on, and Lord Haversock would indeed become a laughing stock, cuckold husband that he had been.

I could do nothing but keep my ear to the ground, my running shoes close at hand, and abide my time-although even now, as my penis slid in and out of that delectably red female mouth, my nerves were raw and I cursed my prick for betraying me, but what man is not betrayed by his erect penis?

I smelled the sweet haunting perfume of a young asshole and plaint cunt whose pubic hairs, long and silky, were now white with female secretions. My head was hugged by two soft female thighs. Below my ladling tongue lovely female hips rose and fell in sexual manipulations.

A sudden sexual urge struck the maid's hips, driving my nose deeper in her anus as her hips rose, her heels digging the bed. My tongue at that moment happened to be deep inside her vagina, a red spoon searching for her delicious cum.

My tongue didn't search long for a gush of whiteness surged from her, filling my tongue's spoon rapidly. My tongue retreated from her lunging, sucking vagina.

On its way out, my tongue moved by design across her clitoris, her most touchy point. This brush maneuver brought further violent pitching of her hips, her cunt closing down around my retreating tongue. At that moment, too, she broke wind, her sexual passion being so great that, momentarily, she had lost control of her anus muscles.

I swallowed her cum, the nicest tasting of all, perhaps, that my tonsils have seen slide past. Her lips pulled hard on my cock, and I felt my knob strike her back palate, her tongue massaging and loving. And, with a sudden heave of my hips, my trusty testicles launched my manly semen thunderingly into her throat.

Her tongue doubled, hastily pushing my prick back more into her mouth, for she wanted my cum on her tongue, not her tonsils, for she wanted to savor what her lips, tongue and jaws had worked so long-and patiently-to produce.

Accordingly, I aided her by lifting my hips, only my knob remaining between her lips. Lust grabbing her, she broke wind again-a long, keening fart, and while this happened, her strong lips twisted and sucked my bulb as my semen jetted into her damp, waiting mouth.

How can one describe the bliss of a male ejaculation? Does our English language hold sufficient adjectives to permit complete description?

I doubt this. One at this time is not on the earth. A man floats among red, howling clouds, if clouds can be said to howl! He tumbles between heaven and earth, living mostly in the former for a brief temporary period-a time of blinding happiness, of trembling loins and swishing prick.

I was the one who broke wind this time-a long, soughing sound of relief and happiness, dim in the blur of my pounding ears. I felt my testicles fairly leap in my sac. I felt the masculine semen jet down my tube and out my penis. And I felt the tongue pulling, the lips tugging, the mouth begging for more and more-and still more! — of my semen!

Oh, how I loaded down that lovely, delectable mouth! Oh, how the lips skinned my knob, the tongue darting across my pee-hole, then out to lave my trusty, delivering rocks!

My very thighs trembled over her. I felt her nose gouging my asshole, for she wanted all my cock now that my semen had, at long last, stopped flowing, and she took me to my rocks, her lips and tongue twisting and milking my stones of every drop of my life-giving whiteness.

My tongue ladled her vagina, filling my mouth; this time, though, I did not swallow her honey-cum, for we still had our little love-game to play when finally we would sit side by side, buttock against buttock, on the rim of my bed.