Jonathan Richardson - Confessions Of An English Traveler

I shifted my mouth to her rising left nipple, tonguing it and massaging it, and I murmured, “A virgin, m'love?”

“I said virgin, and I mean it; my veil is still intact, through all these months of marriage. His lord doesn't fuck normally, you know-he-oh, must I tell you, m'love?”

My lips stretched her nipple slightly as they left. My head rose and found her dewbud mouth, her nipples punching my chest like steel buttons.

“You need not tell,” I consoled, my fingers opening her crack, my right forefinger searching through her hair for her anus.

“I shall tell. He is not a man, the bastard. He is a ghoul, fit company for our cocksucking king-for he doesn't put it in the proper place, the bastard. He stabs me in two places, m'love.”

She hesitated, said, “He goes in my asshole or in my mouth. And he makes me suck his filthy penis.”

All was clear now. My way lay ahead.

Our tongues met in damp, sugary dueling, mine now pushing, hers now prodding. Finally our mouths broke. Arms around each naked other we walked to her bed, her soft full thigh hard against my thigh, her right hand holding my prick out ahead like a blade to clear the way.

Was I about ready to break a maidenhood veil? I could hardly believe so, for surely a woman this age could not have a maidenhead? Surely, even if the membrane had not been broken by a man's rigidity, it needs must be parted through the use of a finger in masturbation, for women also rid themselves of driving sex through physical manipulation, you know.

We now stopped, our lips again holding, her knees against her bed, and slowly I pushed her back, she slowly going onto her back. I went down with her, and when she lay flat, my lips left hers, and I gazed down at her naked length, my testicles rocking in my sac in happiness.

My eyes had become accustomed to the gloom. Her naked white body stood out against the bed, her pubic hair so high it leveled at her naval. I had guessed her hirsute for when my fingers had found her asshole I had discovered it ringed by thick hair. Indeed, a few of the hairs, despite her cleanliness, held a few tiny round goblets, rather hard, that could have been nothing but excrement, for apparently she'd not washed or papered after having a recent bowel movement.

But such points, to a professional cocksman, are minor, as any reader if he does not know, will guess. That the cunt is placed too close to the asshole has long been a complaint voiced in private by other cocksmen, not to mention husbands and lovers cuckolding those husbands.

I lifted her gently by the ankles. She weighed little for she was small, although superbly constructed. I went between her legs and moved her ass onto the bed and there I was on my knees, my knob probing her crack for her delicious box, and with her looking down her belly by holding her breasts apart, her eyes on my prick.

“Oh, what a big one,” she murmured.

I had no reply. My throat was clogged. Had I spoken my words would have been twisted and muffled.

My heart hammered steadily. Slight sweat coated my muscles. My asshole opened and closed, so great was my sexual desire.

“My goddamned husband-He has such a small cock-Oh, your knob, pressing my cunt, opening it-You will be careful when you break my maidenhead, my love?”

Maidenhead? Hell, she had no maidenhead! Her claim to having such was a sham. Surely she didn't think me so ignorant I'd not know my knob met a maidenhead, although I must admit that hers was only the second I ever shattered.

For she did, indeed, possess such a dear veil!

I would like to pass on to my young readers, males who aspire to some degree of cocksmanship, how to properly break a maidenhead but, of course, this is an impossibility, for one does not become an expert after only two incidents, as we all know.

Nonetheless, I shall reveal what steps I took to break the veil of this married woman with the perverted husband. Actually, now that I look back on the scene, she was the one who, in all reality, shattered her own veil, for she took my stiff prick in both hands and slowly but surely introduced my knob into her cunt's sweet damp lips.

This required some stretching, panting, pushing and pulling, for as I have already said my prick, when hard, has a rather large knob, as many women would happily attest if so demanded.

And her cunt, as I have said, was very small, having a virginal texture about it, and Lord Haversock, obscene and lax, really missed something when he had not taken the time-and effort-to consummate his marriage.

I bent my back, poised over her like a dog sexing a melon, only I did no pumping, as the dog would do. I merely abided my time, my testicles taut and ready in my hairy sac, while My Lady moved my knob up and down her cunt, lubricating it with the fluid that had already flown from her nether lips, making her long pubic hair white and creamy.

I had both hands splayed under her delectable buttocks. Usually small women, experience has shown me, have flabby buttocks, but this little beauty was an exception to the rule. Her plump virginal buttocks were solid as could be, and my fingers hugged her crack, opening her asshole and driving her to new and higher passion, if such were a possibility, which I seriously doubt.

She breathed very deeply and rapidly, magnificent breasts pitching and heaving. Her flat belly rose and fell. She raised her head on her pillow so she could see over her nipples.

Thus she watched my cock, held in her two small hands. Her hips twisted as though pleading for my prick-and knob-to become smaller so she could thus accommodate me without this extra labor, for plainly she lusted for my big penis in her, rocking in to my testicles.

“You will put a baby in me, m'lord?”

“If you so want, m'lady.”

“I want to become a mother. For one thing, I am too small-having a child will stretch me, will it not?”

“Yes, I would judge so.”

How could I tell her about Lady Milton who had eight children and a cunt so long a man almost had to tie a rope around his middle so that if he toppled in he could be pulled out?

Or Baroness Twogood, who had three miscarriages-and no children-and how her cunt apparently ran from navel to asshole and how I wondered what kept her intestines from toppling out?

“Try to put yourself in me, m'love,” she said, panting slightly.

“I shall leave that to you, darling. I do not wish to hurt you… ever.” You tell them lies and when you lie you lie big. They might not believe all of the lie but the bigger the lie the more they believe, of course.

So I darling them and dear them and honey them and they blush and coo even as my prick slides into their vaginas, which, after all, are the goals a cocksman sets out to reach, are they not?

“I believe… I'm ready, honey,” she whispered. Gingerly, gently, I introduced my knob harder against her cunt-lips. White teeth gritted, she closed her eyes, her buttocks rising up to meet my downward push.

“You take full command,” she whispered.

Accordingly, my right hand moved from her buttock to encircle my cock. Her small hands left my prick. They were hot as her cunt. I steadily pushed my hips forward.

My cock threatened to bend. My hand held it straight. I tried to play my knob up and down in her cunt. I could not do this. Half my knob was in her. It expanded her and fit so tightly up-and-down movement was impossible.

I could do but two things: either quit or drive ahead, although I knew her pain was extreme for she'd dropped her head back on her pillow and lay with closed eyes, mouth tight and eyelashes lying on her rounded white cheeks.

She was indeed a thing of beauty. I had a wild pounding heart. Blood hammered my veins, pounded through arteries. I couldn't imagine ever putting my cock into such a beautiful female before.