Jonathan Richardson - Confessions Of An English Traveler

I heard her gasp something indistinguishable, for my cock-although fading fast-still filled her mouth. Slowly, my head rose from her thighs, my long tongue the last to leave her person. I then raised my hips. My cock was limber now, for she'd sucked-yeah-, milked! — the last bit of white from its tube.

I pulled my penis from her by sheer effort, her lips trying to claim it for all time, but finally my knob left her lips, which gave it a damp kiss as it departed.

Her tongue then shot up and laved my anus as I made my dismount from her head, my mouth filled with her cum, her jaws filled with my semen. We sat now on the edge of my huge bed, arms around each other.

She was soft and she smelled soft, and mixed with this perfume was the lovely aroma of her cunt, asshole and fleshy thighs and of my damp prick and completely cleaned asshole.

She said, around my semen, “That was a good fuck, m'lord. We fuck good together, m'lord, in each of the three ways, do we not?

I said, around her cum, “You have a delectable cunt, m'maid. You know how to use your hips, also.”

She tried to laugh but couldn't, due to her mouthful. We looked steadily at each other. Her blue eyes held a merriment that bespoke of good health and complete honesty. Looking back now I realize she was, perhaps, the only honest woman I've ever met, and there are times when I miss her very much, and not because of her fucking ability, either.

My arm went around her. Her arms, soft and possessive, went around my neck, and then one dropped and found my penis, now small and anything but rigid. Her one arm pulled down my head and her other pulled upward on my cock, and dismay tugged me momentarily.

For she wanted to again put our bodies together in one of the three forms of sexual connection. She never, never got enough of a man's cock, be that cock mine or my uncle's.

“She is stupid to everything but sex,” my uncle had described her, “and because she is with little brains she is honest, for to be dishonest requires intelligence.”

“She is completely woman. She knows that a woman is on earth only to keep a man's clothes and house clean and to keep his testicles depleted. I would judge that Eve was just as ignorant.

“For did not stupid Eve fall in love with a snake? And what cunt today, even the most ignorant and most stupid, would be dumb enough to want a snake to fuck her?”

Now she and I moved our lips closer, our cheeks bulging with the other's life-making fluids. We would once again unite our fluids by a reverse process. I would have her cum. She had my semen.

And these fluids would be intermingled in her mouth and mine, not in her vagina as nature undoubtedly intended….

Our lips met. She had a small mouth, as stated. Her lips parted beneath mine, her tongue snaking out to part my teeth and bless my mouth, all the while making scooping motions as she cleaned her cum from my mouth.

It was, as usual, a mix-up of tongues-but a very sweet mix-up until, at last, I had my tongue's ladle filled with my own semen. The bitterness of my semen is not hard to describe, for I shall compare its taste to that of her cum, which is not a difficult task and needs not too many adjectives!

Her cum, as stated, was sugar-sweet, coating my tongue with candy. My semen, on the other hand, smelled and tasted rank, bitter and cutting to my tongue, and I have had homosexual males tell me, in confidential moments, that never has one yet met a male human with the sugary cum of a human female!

How would the cum of Lady Haversock taste? I thought, It'll be sweeter than this cum, if possible, and my thoughts returned to the foggy night as I pulled on my boots and she pulled on her gown, both of us preparing our bodies and faces to meet the stupid scrutiny of a stupid public.

Now I shall tell you of my fucking of the beautiful Lady Haversock, who was at least twenty years the junior of her big lord, and who had apparently married the stupid lord because of his importance in the king's court and his rather wide possessions, although Lord Haversock was by no means a rich man.

At this time, the lord and his lady had been married some eight months and although the lord had boasted while drinking that soon her belly would sag with his get, such was not the case.

The lady's belly was creamy-white and small, and I should know-for did I not, more than once, lay my mannish weight upon said belly, her milk-big breasts supporting my weight as though the nipples had springs beneath them, for the breasts sagged and gave not an iota as I settled on them.

They'd had reason to give, too, for my entire weight was on those darknipped mounds, my hands cupping the lady's fair full buttocks as I plied my cock to her small, tight cunt.

But I get ahead of my story. The lady and I had danced previous to our fucking, and nothing more — but the true cocksman knows when a female is in heat, for while dancing they lift slightly-oh, ever so slightly! — in the hips, thus discovering whether or not their escort possesses an erection.

And I erected the moment the fair Lady Haversock moved into my encircling arms, that night before at the soiree given by Lord and Lady Much-more. And with a few paces, I felt the lady's good hips move ahead slightly, testing out my cock's rigidity, and my heart leaped with the magic of the chase-the chase that brings the female finally on her back naked, the naked male's prick storming the portal of her sweet, hungry cunt.

We danced for some moments, my penis growing stiffer, her hips still making very soft jabs upward, for we were, you must remember, in grand company-and in such company even the roughest barmaid would needs act with ladylike precision, as was moving Lady Haversock now.

I decided I would attack bluntly for the brief previous conversations she and I had had led me to believe her a woman of few words, although her small twenty-odd year-old body bespoke of good grooming. So I whispered, “When, my Lady?”

“Tomorrow night he is not home. He will be gone all night. At my house, then, at eleven, my Lord?”

“At eleven.”

Thus was our date of love made and thus was it followed. She awaited me in her chambers, which I thought at first hers, but later learned was the bedroom of both her and her husband.

Our preliminaries were few. Quickly she extinguished all candles and we undressed and embraced and undressed more and had other embraces before my penis, at long last, penetrated her sweet cunt.

How shall I describe her sweet young body? I have mentioned her breasts, very huge for such a small woman, and shall pass only fleeting more attention to them, except to say they were created for human lips to suck-either the lips of a man or a child.

And suck them I did, my hands cupping her bare buttocks, lifting her slightly so that my prick, long and round and bone-hard, pressed against her slender belly, and with she squirming upward, seeking to rise high enough to settle her cunt over my cock… and slide down it, with us both standing erect.

Her body heat amazed me. Surely Lord Haversock didn't sleep soundly all night with this curvaceous bunch of flesh inert in his arms? Surely sometime during the night he erected, rolled his slumber-drenched wife mumbling on her back, and penetrated her and brought her instantly awake, his penis throbbing in her cunt?

“You are very ambitious,” I murmured around her right nipple, wondering if ambitious were the correct word.

“The sonofabitch!” she said. “I come to you a virgin, just as I came to that cocksucker!”

Her rough words amazed me. I had thought no harshness could come from that small red mouth, which only goes to show that even though I'd gained a reputation in London social circles as a cocksman, I was in reality still rather uncouth and unlettered in women and my fine art.