She moaned softly and moved slightly, her thighs parting almost imperceptibly to allow him more accessibility. I felt distinctly superfluous as I stood there bared from waist down, member in hand ready for action, if it were a whore house my member would have been destined for her mouth but I feared her teeth so stood my ground.
A moan, a sigh and he had her thighs parted slightly, then more as he brought up the candle and eased it gently within the folds of flesh around her lower lips. He pressed but she resisted, he withdrew and easing her thighs wide he began to kiss and lick the place wherein he wished to spear her. Confusion spread across her countenance and then his tongue slipped within a fraction of a quarter of an inch as she melted,
A slight moistening, his moist tongue and her moistness combined and then it was a finger probing, she gasped as the first joint of the long finger slipped past the entrance to be followed by the second joint, he eased his finger around expertly until it loosened and withdrew it to as |I supposed add a second finger, but no, as soon as the finger was free he brought the candle back once more.
A long thin candle, now rounded at the holder end he guided swiftly into position within the environs of her lower lips and he guided it expertly with one hand and pushed in with the other and with a despairing gasp from her lips and with an expertly delivered gentle but firm push by candle was she was speared, she cried out in pain and surprise but it was done and her maidenhead was no more. Some one half of ten inches of candle was within her and as she stared wide eyed so he eased it around inside her like stirring a pudding until naught but the stub end protruded.
“Your turn young Chargrove,” he said, I looked at him, all robes and finery his lined face testimony to sixty and more summers and supposed I was indeed young, “Go to it man,” he said removing the candle.
He stepped aside and I took his place, my knees between her knees and taking my member in hand I aimed him at her now moistened womanhood, guiding the bulbous tip of my member between the soft folds of the lips of her womb and on into the moistened silken chasm that was her womb, pressing and easing the tunnel ever wider and I eased him ever further inside her, a quarter inch at each thrust.
Her mouth now opened and closed wordlessly, a gurgle, a sigh, a look of detachment, a faint smile, a flush of embarrassment, confusion? I cared not for this was indeed the gallop I sought, no tittering wench, no perfumed whore but a solid warm womanly woman and when fully sheathed I settled to my task of pleasuring both myself and Miss Williams.
“I say Chargrove,” the Lord Lieutenant cautioned, “We don’t have all day young fella.”
It brought me to my senses from a world a world away, “My apologies,” I replied and with the distraction came release and releif with my seed once more coursing and pumping but this time within her womb instead of across her belly.
“Noooo,” she protested but it was an insincere protest as waves of delight coursed through her very being, “Noooo.”
I stepped back, “My turn I think,” The Lord Lieutenant affirmed, and to my consternation he went to take my place, his breeches already gone, “Place her over the desk Constable,” he ordered, “I think I might use the tradesmen’s entrance.”
Poor Miss Williams, still in confusion and ecstasy from her first coitus she had no chance as Brabbinger and the constable lofted her up and around to have her bend over the huge oaken desk with her rear end and her brown bud exposed lewdly.
They held her face down while the Lord Lieutenant took the candle once more and gently eased it first between the soft pink folds of flesh and on to enter into Miss Williams’ womb once more but only to moisten it for swiftly he extracted it and placed it instead against the brown bud and pressing firmly he waited for it to sink therein.
“Dear god please no!” she protested as she realised what was his intention and resisted him as much as she may, but in a moment he pressed his knee against the candle and at once it began to slide within her, she protested but to no avail. Half of ten inches than three quarters it slid in, spreading the rim of her anus aside as he probed, but then in an instant he pulled it away and his member, more slender than mine and not much more than the candle in girth was substituted.
“For pities sake,” I countered, “Leave her be!” but he forced his member unerringly an inch or so into her waiting brown hole.
“Dear god why?” she pleaded as tears poured down her face leaving trails in the rouge on her cheeks, “What have I done to deserve to be treated thus, pray stop, it pains me so,please stop I say, it hurts!”
“For your pleasure and education my dear,” he explained as he eased himself ever further within her, “A way to please your man without risking children, though I wager your fertile years are distinctly numbered!” he opined as he pressed ever inwards until once fully sheathed he began to hump at her in a most ungainly manner, more akin to a pig rutting than any expression of love I had ever seen.
“Nice and tight,” he opined, as he grasped and kneaded her teats, “Admit it woman, you relish it do you not, let the whore within you out woman, why it may be your last chance!”
Her tears made pools on the polished desk, pain and humiliation and anger and hurt all raced through Miss Williams’ mind all vying to block out the pleasure she felt, both from her parts and from the close communion with man, a communion she had thus far been denied in life.
Clumsily and ungainly he probed her innards until with a grunt it was obvious his time was spent and he slumped against her and when after an interval of gasping for breath he recovered he said “Right, next lesson Miss Williams, are you ready young Chargrove, or shall I have the Constable prong her.”
“I feel she has suffered enough,” I said firmly.
“Suffered, ye gods man she relishes it,” the Lord Lieutenant averred, “Why her fine womanly body simply cries out for a pronging, she craves cock, can you not see, can you not see that repression of many years about to burst from her in glorious ecstasy, why a few more pokes and she will be singing like a skylark, offering herself to any man with a farthing in the tavern most likely in an endeavour to be cocked!”
”Enough I say!” I repeated.
“Good lord no young chap, why we have barely started,” he averred, “She has been penetrated yes but she has not pleasured a gentleman, has shown no sign of enjoyment whether a mere pretence or otherwise, indeed she has yet to enjoy the taste of a member, we have obligations young Chargrove, we must prepare the maid for the rigours of marriage, have the wench hate us not her husband to be do you see? That is our obligation, we cannot deny her that. Now shall you do the honours or shall I? Or Brabbinger, perhaps he will be your proxy?” he suggested, “If you cannot oblige?”
“I shall not,” I demured.
“Brabbinger,” he queried, “I am sure you will not forego having your cock sucked?”
“And bitten off?” Miss Williams added.
“Not if you value your teeth Miss Williams, a toothless maw makes a pleasant cunt at the whorehouse for those who cannot afford the real thing, so think on,” the Lord Lieutenant cautioned, and he continued, “Over the chair I think.”
The Constable helped Miss Williams up and with Brabbinger guided her to the sumptuous leather arm chair.
“Ah!” The Lord Lieutenant sighed, “Perhaps you should sit on the chair Mr Brabbinger, drop you breeches man and let the wench at it.”
Brabbinger would certainly have taken more care with his laundering his underthings had he known they would be displayed but he did indeed lower his breeches and sat upon the leather chair member erect if somewhat deficient in both length, girth and indeed straightness, it being bent like a Arabian Sword.
“A fine member for suckling I do declare,” the Lord Lieutenant laughed, “To your duty wench!”
“Must it be he?” she pleaded.
“Why yes, you might choke on young Chargrove’s monster!” the Lord Lieutenant chortled.
Miss Williams went to resist, “Your teeth wench, remember,” he declared.
“Oh, if I must, please just slit my throat and have done with it!” she sighed and kneeling before Brabbinger she tenderly took his member and closed her mouth round the tip of it, she gagged, widened her mouth and took more within her mouth and gently began to suck.
Brabbingers head went back in pleasure and then she took another gulp, his balls touched her chin and realising no more would fit she gently began to bite his member.
“Aggghhhhhh,” he screamed, “She’s biting my appendage, dear god, she’s biting it off.” he screamed.
“One moment sir,” the Constable cried, “Let me deal with this, I have an amplitude for this matter.”
I stared at him, then realised he meant aptitude, but by then his uniform trousers were down, indeed discarded entirely and he advanced with his erect member in hand, but for a moment only as he unerringly rammed his meat into her exposed and bruised brown back passage, and as a coup de grace took his wooden baton or truncheon and somehow rammed it forcibly deep into her woman’s parts.
She screamed, her mouth wide and poor Brabbinger was free, he shot from the chair as if hit by lightning and heedless of his lack of breeches and decorum he rushed from the room to a chorus of screams from the Lord Lieutenant’s servants in the adjoining passageway, kitchen and pantry!
“Miss Williams,” the Lord Lieutenant said, “That was unkind, an assault indeed, now if you do not wish to spend a week in the stocks in the market square, bared for all to see, you will mend your ways.”
The Constable was commendably composed, grasping Miss Williams bosoms and pulling her firmly against him as he thrust his member repeatedly into her rear passage even as Brabbinger made his escape.
“Ah but it was worth it,” she said, “Though on reflection perhaps I should have bitten the evil protrusion off and spat out the remnant!”
“Oh bravo Miss Williams, still quite the rebel,” the Lord Lieutenant countered, “Witty repartee with a cock up your ass, why with such character you really should consider becoming a whore, or perhaps should have before you left the salad days of your youth far behind as you would otherwise have made a truly admirable whore.”
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