Before his eyes was the beautiful, voluptuous image of his late wife, but neither that sweet vision nor the warmth of the equally saccharine wine that flooded his veins could soothe the angry passion in this hard man. Don Jamie sat back in the soft cushions of the diva, sipped the fiery sherry and let his eyelids droop closed. He imagined that the gorgeous woman was alive again ...in that room ...approaching him for love as she had dons that fateful wedding night nearly nineteen years before.
Don Jamie shuddered; his blood turned from hot wine to ice water. He could see Donna Eloisa coming towards him, tall and graceful and lovely. The erect nipples of her full and shapely breasts tented out the filmy white lace of her wedding gown. She was coming to him for sex, in passion, to consummate the love of his lifetime. And then-as his eyes popped open and he lurched towards her on the sofa-she evaporated, gone, dead.
Nine months after their wedding, she had died in childbirth, and the power of passion could not bring her back to life! His throat dry, and his quivering hand spilling the wine, Don Jamie threw the glass angrily away. His momentum brought him upright, then bore him staggering across the carpeted floor of the great wood-paneled room and out the portal to the vestibule.
His pounding heart and his heavy panting spoke of lust and fury both.
Moments later, he was out in the cool evening air, moving past the immense oak tree that stood before his farmhouse. He could not have his late wife tonight ... but he would have hot pussy! He would have cunt.
The vast lands of his hacienda spread out beyond, stark and lying fallow, wasted, since the death of Donna Eloisa. He staggered towards the silo, where provender once lay stored for a herd of animals that ranked with the finest in all Spain. The massive structure of his barn loomed like a dark cathedral, silhouetted against the night sky. His cock was an angry pitchfork in his pants.
In the gloom Don Jamie could once again see his late wife's ghost, till the wedding gown metamorphosed into something else. What kind of garment was that now? It was long and flowing, hooded and billowy. The horror of realization froze Don Jamie in his tracks. "Oh, no!" he cried, raising a hand to shield his eyes. A nun's habit. Even in drunkenness he realized. Now he understood. It was not a vision of Donna Eloisa at all. It was his feverish ideas of how she looked ...the young girl he had sent for in the letter his maid had gone to the nearest town earlier that day to post. The novitiate. The young nun.
In drunkenness he suddenly grasped his reason for having written to the Mother Superior. He had sent for his daughter Viriliana, just turned eighteen. All those years before, the Don had sent her away, the infant who had torn life from his darling wife. He had sworn never to set eyes on her. Yet, in a moment of strange passion he had relented. Why? He knew she had grown into a beautiful girl. Now he understood his vile motive. Don Jamie lusted for the girl ... sweet image of his dead wife. He would have her under his domination, there at the hacienda, remote from the nearest village, far from the civilized parts of Spain. And he would ravish her! He would fuck her. He would fuck her tender cunt ... in mad lust ... in revenge!
He stood in the cool night air, aghast, his thick rod jabbed at the crotch of his tight pants. Even a painting of his late wife could give him a hard-on-indeed-even a vision of that remembered woman's daughter!
The Don panted with desire. His rigid prick pressed against the fabric of his pants, and then he surged forward in the darkness, staggering. Up ahead was the barn, and inside slept his housemaid, Rowena. She of the big, swaying tits. Many times had he adored her loveliness, but never had her pursued his silent lust. Now he would fuck her good! He had to.
Perhaps with her lush body he could stay his raging tide of incestuous desire. Using another woman-one less pure than Viriliana, he might cool his ardor before his innocent daughter arrived from the convent. Whatever the reason, Don Jamie strode up to the barn door, hesitated once, then grabbed for the handle.
Within, big-breasted Rowena awaited. Since the death of Donna Eloisa, the superstitious peasant girl had feared to sleep in the maid's quarters of the great hacienda mansion. She had taken to sleeping in the barn, where she was soothed by the contented nicker of the few horses remaining on the property. Don Jamie was an eccentric man, foregoing the conveniences of modern times for the horse-drawn carriage, the kerosene lamp and the sending of servants with each message to the distant village.
A sound! Rowena awoke. The barn was rich with the smell of hay and horses. Their hooves thumped against the thick planks of the floor. She lay naked, watching silver moonbeams cut through spaces between the wall boards.
On her back in a soft bed of hay, she stared up at the gloomy ceiling, rising in dark foreboding like the roof of a great cathedral. Rowena had never seen the cathedral in Barcelona, but she had heard it described and she had imagined it. That was why she came here nights. This place was like a huge church, safe and protecting.
What could happen to her in a place like this?
The servant girl Rowena closed her eyes, and then she ran her hands only half-consciously over her magnificent breasts. They were large and round and without a trace of sag, full and firm and tender. The skin was smooth, white, perfection itself, and as she caressed her tits with the gentle palms of her hands. She felt the nipples pucker and grow taut.
At the same time, a thrill passed briefly through her pussy. How she loved that forbidden feeling!
She withdrew her hands from her breasts. She knew it was wrong to do this, against the teachings of the church, however, alone at night as she always was, she sometimes felt strange sensations in her body. It was at such times that a fleeting image of a tall and powerfully built young servant man by the name of Macho would filter through her mind.
That would only increase the strength of the desire she felt in her tight young snatch. It was always with great effort that she kept her trembling fingers from tracing a path down from her breasts to the wet slit of her cunt, for the passion was great and the wish to find relief a sore trial for the girl.
This night, she found herself sweating, and the palms of her hands grew moist as they returned to the quivering roundness of her breast. Her loins writhed and her whole body squirmed and grew damp as she manipulated the hard nipple with her hot hand. Between the halves of her pear-shaped ass, and in the crevice between the smooth pillars of her thighs, moisture formed, as she sweated with growing sexual need.
The hay beneath her back prickled at her skin, and the sensation caused the balm of her passion to flow more freely from the hot slit of her cunt. She ached for the filling sensation of a man's cock, long and hard and pulsating with lust. She saw again the image of Macho the servant man, standing over six feet in height, built like a horse and from the bulge in his pants every bit as well endowed as any stallion.
Rowena the servant girl ran her hands over her flatly smooth belly. She felt the flesh tingle with growing excitement. She paused as her fingers made contact with the curly hairs of her cunt. The swollen pink lips of her pussy twitched with anticipation.
Rowena smiled, and she rested her fingers against the top of her love mound. She felt an ache of frustration, along with the delicate throb of her blood, pulsating through the hair-covered mound. The coursing in her veins vibrated through her fingers.
She raised her knees, spreading her thighs, and shivered as she felt her plump white outer lips spread, expanding the pink meat within. The flesh was so aroused that it responded to the warmly moist barn air that flowed over it.
Her whole hot pussy throbbed with wild excitement. The folds swelled like a lurid passion flower and swelled outward. Rowena felt more of her liquid lust flowing thickly, like streams of honey, from her quivering hole. Her breathing grew heavy.
Then, she heard another sound at the door to the barn.
She felt a wave of cold night air pass over her naked body, and she opened her eyes with a start. She raised her head from the nest of hay on which she lay, gazed over towards the barn door as it swung open. A shadowy figure entered, and then the door slammed shut behind his bulk. She raised herself on one elbow, squinted her eyes in the dim light.
She recognized him. It was the master of the estate. It was Don Jamie himself. She was frozen with surprise, for he had never invaded her privacy before. She could not even hope to cover her nudity, and she knew it was too late to disguise the lewd act she had been performing on her own body.
She saw the man stride over to her, dropped her eyes to see the thick bulge in his pants. Then, as if in a weird dream, she saw him undo the belt of his pants and slowly lower his breeches. She gasped aloud at the sight. His thick rod of flesh stood straight out. She had never seen one before, and she was paralyzed with a mixture of fear and lust. Gradually a warmth spread through her body, the likes of which had never before possessed her. She could not have gotten up and run if she had been clothed and able to do so. She wanted that cock!
As she stared at the fine figure of a man who was her master, he parted the shirt he had just unbuttoned. She saw his broad chest, dark and hairy, then stared at the twisted muscles of his equally hirsute thighs, as he stepped from his pants and came even closer to her. He was naked now, and his hard-on was thick and bulging its veins with torrid blood.
Don Jamie was over her now, and the look on his face was one of acceptance of inevitability-leavened with regret at what he felt he must do.
"I see you have made yourself ready for me," he said with more than a little sarcasm.
The girl blushed, but the hand that shifted down to her pussy once again betrayed her by touching the quiveringly moist lips as it had before, instead of merely covering it as she had intended. The heat in her cunt grew greater, and she thought it would light fire to her pussy hairs. Her fingers quickly became coated with the sticky syrup that flowed from her fuck-hole.
Staring up at him, her fingers in her molten pussy, her nipples hard with desire, she knew the same sense of inevitability that surely possessed him. Yes, it was to be the day that the poor peasant girl, all her life a servant on the estate of Don Jamie, would surrender to passion. And this was the man who would take her cherry. He was her master, lord of the manor and owner of the hacienda lands. In times past, he would have been the owner of her very flesh. Remote from the world of civilization, alone in the domain of this, pensive and eccentric man, where kerosene lamps flickered and the loudest sound was the neighing of a horse, it was almost like medieval times again.
She would not resist Don Jamie on this night. As he stood over her, his cook seemed to grow even longer, harder, thicker and to stand up more stiffly. She shivered, then uncovered her cunt with her hand and spread her thighs a little further apart.
Her eyes begged him to fuck her.
CHAPTER TWO
The master of the hacienda stared down at the lush and naked body of his servant girl as she lay in the hay. Yes, this babe was surely different from the innocent young girl who would soon become a nun, Viriliana, about to travel from the distant convent at the behest of his letter before taking that final step into a life of abstinence.
This servant girl was a virgin also, and barely four years older than his daughter, but she was hot-blooded and lusty, like the stamping animals who shared her quarters. It eased his mind, allayed the pangs of his conscience. He got down before her, then crawled between her parted thighs.
His stiff pecker throbbed obscenely as he squatted on his haunches, the mushroom-shaped head swollen with lust and aimed at the seething slot that marked the entry way to her womanhood, that hotly dripping pink pussy!
She gave a toss of her head, averted her face, but the liquid passion of her cunt oozed even more strongly than before. She wanted cock!
Rowena moaned. Then she looked back, her mouth opened with desire. She gazed at his thick rod of masculine flesh.
It was reddened with the surge of his passionate blood. She was excited by its girth, and the finely etched network of blue veins. The piss-hole glistened with a drop of his preliminary juice.
"Oh, Don Jamie, senior," she sighed, "Do it to me before I die of desire."
He was startled by this reminder of his late wife. She had died in his arms, struck dead-he had long decided-by his own unruly lust. Had he not married her, then violated her virginity, she would not have become pregnant and died?
Could he bring out such passion in good women that they died from the consequences? Yet, this was a woman of low birth, quite unlike Donna Eloisa. She would not die. But what of the innocent girl who was his daughter, a novitiate at the convent about to become a nun? He shook the thought from his mind. Perhaps she would not come to the estate, perhaps the Mother Superior would read his mind and not allow her to make the journey.
He snapped himself out of it-concentrated on the voluptuous body before his eyes. She was begging for a fuck, and he needed no more explicit invitation. He inched a little closer, till his hard spear of cock-flesh was pressed against the lips of her quivering quim.
"O-h-h-h," the girl moaned, as she felt the hard head of his blunt cock nudge between the lips.
She was hungry for his dick, so desirous of being filled by prick that she could almost feel her snatch sucking on the meat that plugged its entrance. His cock-head was lodged, with the first thrust, within the spreading petals of pussy flesh, increasing the pressure on her maidenhead till she was sure it would burst of its own accord.
On his hands and knees, Don Jamie impelled his cock forward, crawling into the woman, watching her young pussy become obscenely distended as he pushed his fuck-stick inward. Then he felt the pressure, and for the lustful animal that he had become it was no stop sign.
Instead, it was a signal for him to lurch ahead with a brutal thrust of his powerful loins.
The girl's scream echoed to the rafters of the high-ceilinged barn.
A sudden silence descended within the huge old building, as the horses ceased their stamping, or looked up from hay nets and put an end to their munching. All was silent, till a mixture of masculine grunts and the heaving sighs of a woman in heat filled the cavernous space inside the old barn.
"Hmmmmm ...," Rowena sighed, as the whole of the man's rod thrust within her, impaling her body on his weapon. "A-h-h-h!"
Don Jamie had wanted his maid for a long time. Rowena was one hell of a sexy woman, tall, with darkly shiny hair and large, liquid eyes. She had huge breasts, a long slender waist and firm, well-rounded hips. Her legs seemed to go on forever.
Her skin was unusually white for a peasant woman in that part of Spain. Though she was out in the sun a great deal, her complexion was flawless. Since the death of his wife, Don Jamie got a hard-on every time he set eyes on the maid since she had grown to womanhood. Yet, he had withstood temptation, partly because he felt the woman was innocent and under his guardianship, and partly because he feared she would resist his advances.
She was a religious girl, and traveled in the horse-drawn carriage each Sunday into the village, there to attend the church services.
Would a woman like this let him fuck her pussy?
Earlier that day, however, in the afternoon, she had been out in the garden in front of the mansion. She had been weeding the flowers and Don Jamie had pressed her against the large oak tree that grew there. He had kissed her, and she had not pushed him away. What had overcome him to be so bold? Perhaps it was his excitement, for he had just written the letter that would invite his lovely, virginal daughter, the girl he had cruelly sent away years before, inviting her to come to the hacienda.
When he had pressed against the girl he had felt his great slab of cock-meat searing the flesh of his inner thigh. He had pressed against the warmth of her pubic nest, and the thrill had numbed him. Then, he had given her the letter to convey to the village post. Now, seeing her naked on the floor of the barn, he almost shot his load before he got his pants off.
She had not heard him as he had walked up to the ban door, and before she could respond to his entry and pull herself out of her reverie, he had caught sight of her, stimulating her cunt with her talented fingers. Now his cock was buried in the warm, wet nest of her pussy, the pain of her defloration gone, the bleeding stopped, the passion rising through her body.
Rowena moaned and her beautiful head rustled the hay as she tossed it from side to side.
Don Jamie planted his peter in the depths of Rowena's hot fuck-hole, and the maid arched her hips as she felt his hairy balls tickling the sensitive flesh of her ass cheeks. Her pussy juices gushed over the hot, throbbing intruder which had spread he snatch wide. She felt the throbbing of her own sex flesh counter-pointing the throbbing of Don Jamie's manhood.
His cock-head pried deeply into the well of her lust. A hot wave of passion coursed through Rowena. She started to sweat even more heavily. She had never felt a cock in her twat, though she had often imagined it. Her cuntal walls closed in around his raging prick.
Don Jamie was now lying on top of her, his sweating flesh glued to his. She threw her arms around his neck, and reached up hungrily for his mouth. Don Jamie moaned, feeling his balls swell with his juices, and he started to move in her.
"Ohn-h-h," she moaned. "Oh, that's so good. O-h-h-h!"
The girl was beside herself, all her inhibitions gone now. She arched her back and raised her loins, driving her swollen pink pussy meat against the hairy loins of her lover.
She felt her clit tingling, becoming hard, as it reacted to the exciting stimulation of his thick cock. She felt as if she were on fire, as Don Jamie's prick started to pump in and out of her cunt. The hard throbbing shaft massaged the walls of her cunt, ceasing the maddening itch which had tortured her for years.
Don Jamie's cock became more and more inflamed. As he pistoned in and out of her pussy, it seemed to swell, to distend. Like a fiery, rutting snake it slithered into the well-greased tight tunnel of Rowena's lust, butted against her womb and wreaked delicious havoc with her.
Rowena's body undulated wetly against Don Jamie's. Their passion built until their bodies hammered against each other, making wet, sucking, slapping noises that added to the sexy sounds of the hay crunching beneath their twisting, humping bodies and the horses nickering in their stalls.
Rowena threw her legs up in the air, and wrapped them around Don Jamie's writhing waist, grinding her pussy against his hairy loins. His balls slapped rhythmically against her humping quivering ass. Her juices, which flowed more and more lavishly out of her cunt, coated her ass, and as Don Jamie's heavy fleshy globes pressed into Rowena's coated buns, they became wet and matted with the honey from her teaming, cunt.
Don Jamie worked his arms under Rowena's sweating, warm back, and pressed her magnificent jugs against his chest, flattening them out. He felt her hard little nipples rubbing against his warm wet flesh, as he drove his peter in and out Of her pussy.
Rowena felt as if her body were bloating with the hot passion which coursed through her. She bit into Don Jamie's neck, sucking on it, leaving a mark, her mark, as her passion built to an almost unbearable pitch.
She felt the first throes of her climactic tension grip at her muscles, tightening them, felt her belly almost cave in. Every bodily resource she had seemed to converge on her cunt. Her cuntal walls closed spastically around Don Jamie's pick as he lunged into her pussy again and again.
Don Jamie felt the increased pressure of her tightening tunnel, and he increased the violence of his thrusting. Her pussy walls gripped at his throbbing shaft, tightened around his rod, and drove him nearly crazy.
He started to groan as he felt his balls contract, striving to throw up his heavy, frothing load of gism. His balls slapped wetly and with an increasing strength and speed into her quivering wet ass cheeks.
The pressure of the embrace of her arms and legs heightened to whimper as her orgasm approached. It washed over her like a raging flood. The sweat gleamed on her body, and her pussy stated to convulse, sucking on Don Jamie's cock with a spastic rhythm that drew Don Jamie's juices up from his raging balls.
Rowena squealed as she felt Don Jamie's cock swell to even greater size in her pussy. Her own heat seemed to melt her very flesh as she bucked her hips upward, seeking to drive even more of Don Jamie's massive rod into her cunt, seeking to suck up even his balls! She became wild, a bucking woman under his hard-humping body, as her orgasm increased in intensity, until her whole body seemed to become involved in the sweet delirium which ripped through her.
"A-r-r-r-," Don Jamie growled as he felt his gism spew up from his straining balls, and rip through his hard-thrusting shaft. Rowena squealed, and bucking her hips upward even more violently, she felt the hot wet kiss of Don Jamie's semen squirting into her quivering cunt. She felt her snatch sucking up the hot juices.
Her arid young womanhood drank in the warm frothing foam of Don Jamie's dick thirstily.
The flow of his cock cream into her pussy triggered the peak of her own orgasm. She writhed as if she were in pain, as the hot, wild convulsions coursed through her. Her muscles contracted and relaxed in an increasing crescendo of bliss.
The hot waves of pleasure pooled in her cunt, and then spread outward in concentric waves. Her thought processes shut down, short-circuited by the intense physical sensations which coursed through her.
She became a wild rutting animal, as she squirmed and struggled in Don Jamie's arms. Again and again he drove his massive prick into her pussy, each inward plunge spewing more of his juices into her. He grunted, and gasped, as he emptied his balls into her wet and willing womanhood, and then his body collapsed on top of Rowena's quivering form. His torso seemed to spread slightly, as he relaxed, shaking with the hot aftermath of his climax.
Rowena squirmed under him a little more, and then her orgasm started to fade away. She felt as if her body had melted. She lay, panting under Don Jamie's big, muscular body.
His cock still throbbed in her cunt, and she felt her inner flesh tingling with the after-glow of her orgasm. She looked up at him and sighed with a monumental relief.
Don Jamie's mouth came down to cover hers, and his tongue pried into her hot oral cavity.
Rowena, whose sexual hunger was insatiable, surrendered to the hot wet kiss, knowing that Don Jamie was not finished yet. She felt the anticipatory spasms of pleasure in her cunt, felt Don Jamie's prick start to grow again, slithering into the depths of her hot snatch like a rutting snake.
Her juices still flowed. Don Jamie moved his body down slightly, and his mouth covered one of her nipples. He began to nurse on it, sucking noisily. Rowena moaned and writhed, feeling as if he cherry-red little nubbin had turned into a button of fire, as Don Jamie's tongue lashed at it. She moaned. "Oh, Don Jamie. It's so wonderful!"
She was gasping, and his cock swelled even more in her cunt, stretching her walls again, raising her temperature to a feverish pitch. He moaned against her tit, and then laved it with his tongue, until the magnificent globe of flesh was gleaming with his spittle. His tongue then made a gleaming wet trail across the fleshy valley between her lovely mounds of tit flesh, and he excited her other tit with his mouth.
Rowena felt her tits swelling with the hot passion which had taken possession of her. The sound of the horses in the stables, snorting and pawing the ground, excited, as if they sensed what was happening, only added an erotic counterpoint to the lovely sensations in which she was wallowing. She felt like an animal, a wild rutting animal in heat.
"I could fuck your forever," he gasped.
She started to undulate her body under Don Jamie's again, and he started to pump his cock in and out of her. "You may, if you can," she laughed, feeling her cuntal muscles grip greedily at his massive rod.
"You are a hungry young woman, Rowena.
"You are just the man to feed my passion. I want you to fuck me senseless," she gasped, gyrating her hips around and around on Don Jamie's hard-humping loins, feeling his cock move in her pussy, rubbing against her sex flesh.
Don Jamie frowned. As he fucked her, he couldn't believe his good luck. There weren't too many available women around the hacienda, since it was located in the least populated part of Spain. There on the grounds now only, the servant man Macho, and the maid Rowena, and a huge-titted eighteen-year-old peasant girl with red hair, a girl with a reputation for looseness who came around only to sell butter or eggs.
Macho, and the temporary hands who came on the property when what crops still being raised on the estate were ready for harvest, had to go into the village to find girls to fuck, unless the bosomy redhead who sold butter and eggs happened to be on the hacienda grounds when they got their wages.
Now, here, right on the grounds of the great old estate, was a beautiful girl who was like a raving nymphomaniac, at least when she was not at the village church. Perhaps-was it too much to hope for?-he would be satisfied with this girl, and if the innocent young novitiate came to visit him from the distant convent, he could keep his hands off of her.
His attention was brought back by the sighs of the naked girl beneath him. He braced his body into a position suspended over her, his elbows on either side of her body.
He felt the hay scratch against his skin, as he started to pump his buttocks up and down, driving his cock deeply into her hot, wet lust-channel, and then pull out until only his cock-head was buried in her cunt. He looked down at the lewd joining of their flesh, the thickness of his cock sucked by the wet pink lips of her pussy. Rowena looked down too, and her hand shot forward. She pressed Don Jamie's cock, as it appeared, between her thumb and her forefinger. Don Jamie gasped, as he felt the added sensation of her fingers massaging his dick. He thought that it was a good thing he had already shot one load before she had done that.
She had to be one sexy woman to even think of adding to the hot, wild pleasure he was feeling.
He dipped his thick, fleshy which into her honey pot over and over again, going wild on her body. She responded in kind. They fucked for several hours in the dim-lit barn, forgetting the time, uncaring that she had to awaken early the next morning to carry out her duties as maid in the great mansion.
All he cared about was venting the heavy pressures of sex that his young bride had not lived to relieve, and all she cared about was being fucked in the cunt. Before Don Jamie came for a third time in Rowena's quivering quim, she had massaged his muscular buns, and she had added to the mad pleasure of his orgasm by sticking one of her fingers into his asshole, stimulating him crazily.
He wondered if the girl would confess that sensational act to the village Priest, and the idea made him laugh. Would the poor abstinent fellow get a hard-on in the confessional box? When he had come for the last time, the Don lay over her, sweating and panting to regain his breath.
Then he had risen and pulled his softening cock from the wet depths of her pussy. He stood over her, his dick glistening in the silvery moonlight that filtered between the wall boards of the old barn, it hung, long and limp. The girl lay on her straw bed on her back, naked, thighs parted, cunt hairs dotted with beads of his semen and her own love juice, and she looked up at him with admiration.
Don Jamie said nothing, just dressed hurriedly and left the barn for the big house. He made his way upstairs, past the painted portrait of his late wife, and fell across his bed without undressing. Sleep began to overcome him, but before he succumbed he saw a vision of a beautiful, naked girl. It was not Rowena the maid. It was not his late wife, Donna Eloisa. It was not even the big-titted redheaded peasant girl who sold butter and eggs.
It was Viriliana, as he had never seen her, grown to the fullness of eighteen years.
It was the infant he had uncaringly sent away to a convent upon the sudden death of his beloved. It was Viriliana, incredibly gorgeous as he had heard she had become, imagined in a way he could only hope-and-he would soon see her ...naked flesh quivering with mouth agape with passion and thighs spread for his hard body.
He saw not the girl he had just fucked, but in the depths of his feverish imagination but a different girl in the same compromised position.
He saw Viriliana, and his sleep was troubled. He hadn't cared about that baby girl when he callously sent her away, just as he had not cared about the bastard son he had once sired through one of his earlier illicit relationships. That son-Jose-sometimes disturbed Don Jamie's sleep also, for he had a responsibility, one he had casually neglected with the same ease with which he had cast the little girl to the convent.
Don Jamie slept fitfully, and when his eyes opened it was late in the morning. The sunshine streamed in from a high angle, and he had a stiff hard-on that tented up the sheet he had pulled over his body halfway through the tormented night. He felt his dick with his hand, long and thick and hard. He awoke as he always did, with a hard-on, and with a beautiful girl on his mind-Viriliana-the image of his late wife ... his own precious daughter.
Fucking Rowena had temporarily slaked his lust-as he'd hoped-but that was all it had done. It had not quelled his perverted desires. More than on the previous evening, Don Jamie dreamed of his teenaged daughter. He must fuck her. He must fuck his daughter.
CHAPTER THREE
Don Jamie rose from the bed. His clothes were from the day before, damp and disheveled-stained about the crotch with crusty, dried come and flecked here and there with bits of straw. He removed them, and as he did so he recalled his fuck with the maidservant. He merely shrugged, and after bathing in the old-fashioned tub that stood in the center of his wood-walled, tile-floored bathroom beneath a barrel of bathing water, he dried off and donned fresh clothes.
His cock was like a steel spring, and he bent it to fit himself into his tight pants. After pulling on his boots and dressing his hair with pomade, he strode down the stairs and out into the fresh air. His house was still magnificent inside and out, even though he had let everything go since the death of his bride.
The servants had done their best to keep the place looking well.
He stood before the monstrous oak that seemed to stand guard in front of the mansion, cast his eyes beyond at the fruitless fields. He shook his head sadly. How had it come to this? The farmland was once the finest jewel in the crown of his family wealth. Now-he had let it deteriorate, allowed the fences to sag, the gates to rust off their hinges, the earth to go with neither water nor fertilizer.
He shook his head, and was about to turn towards the barn to see if the peasant girl was awake when he saw another coming up the walk toward the house from the distant road. She had in her hand a basket, covered by a white cloth, and she had over her head a simple kerchief. Even at that length of the long driveway, he could see the fullness of her bosom.
It was the girl bringing butter and eggs. That was good thing, Don Jamie thought. He was hungry, and an egg cooked in butter would make the perfect breakfast. He felt his stiff cock poke the cloth of his breeches outward at the crotch. He was hungry also for pussy, and the huge-breasted delivery maid would make the perfect fuck.
"Jola, Don Jamie," the girl called out, and he returned the greeting. "Would you care to see my wares?"
"Precisely what I had in mind," he said, and then-casting a wary eye towards the barn where the girl would surely be awakening soon, he added, "Let me take you by the hand, my dear. We shall go down to the stream which is so beautiful at this time of year, and there I shall inspect your wares."
The girl giggled, understanding his intent. Soon they had traversed the courtyard where Don Jamie's magnificent old carriage stood. It was an ornate creation, one of the few things that had been properly maintained since the Don grew morose and gave up caring about his property. For him it was a connection to the elegant past, a symbol of his total rejection of all things modern.
In the village, the peasants could not understand it, for they only dreamed of having the wherewithal to purchase an automobile. Here was the wealthiest man in the district, and he sent his servants into the village in a horse-drawn carriage of ancient lineage.
Arm in arm, Don Jamie and the peasant girl with the flaming red hair left behind the shadow of the mansion and the barn. They crossed fields where once fine grapes had grown, entered a shaded copse of trees only to come out on the other side where the babbling of a brook flowing over rounded pebbles could first be heard, then seen glittering in the morning sunlight.
Don Jamie's passion had grown with every step along the route. His cock was massive and throbbing against his thigh, trapped between the flesh and the fabric of his tight pants. Fucking Rowena the night before had only whetted his appetite. It did not assuage his raging passion.
He found himself thinking only of sex, and saw visions of naked women, sometimes Rowena, sometimes this big-breasted peasant girl, sometimes his late bride and sometimes the child he had sent away to the convent. At times, one blended into the other, and at times he could not tell which woman was the object of his lusty imagination.
He knew that he dreamed of a shapely but slender body, long and creamy-white, and perfect round breasts, bobbing with enticement and tipped by tiny pink nipples, erect with girlish passion. It was surely the virginal young woman he had seen bare for the first time on his wedding night, for no peasant girl could have skin like that. Yes, surely it was Eloisa who haunted his desire. Would there ever be another so fair that she could match the prize Don Jamie had so abruptly lost?
Now he and the redhead had reached the bank of the stream, and she had set down her basket and tossed aside the kerchief that held her hair in place. The breeze rifled her tresses and she gave them a toss to set them flying.
"Oh, how lovely," she gasped, gazing down at the cooling waters. "I would love to bathe in this brook." He realized he didn't even know the girl's name.
The peasant girl did not demand a second invitation. She undid her blouse, and her massive breasts fell free. As she pulled her loose skirt over the curves of her large hips, and then lowered the garment to the ground, her gigantic tits swung forward and hung like the udders of two cows, and when she straightened up, naked now except for a white cotton chemise that curved beneath the globes Of her bosom, the tits jiggled and swayed with her movement.
Don Jamie licked his lips as the girl removed the thin white straps of the undergarment from each shoulder and let it drop in a puddle of white muslin to the ground. She was nude now, curving and voluptuous, her skin whiter than he remembered-perhaps it was the paleness of morning sunlight-the huge breasts smooth and shapely, the nipples large and protruding, surrounded by sizable halos of darker flesh, puffed out with the passion that any girl-even one as promiscuous as this-must feel standing naked before a lusty man.
She gave a toss of her mane, turned-showing him the pear-shaped halves of her backside-then stepped into the gurgling waters of the steam. She let out a little shriek at the coldness of the water, making the flesh of her ass quiver and quake, then turned and plunged straight down, her tits shaking like jelly.
Don Jamie stood looking down at her, from his position on the bank of the stream. He watched her splash naked in the clear water, and his rod stiffened even more, a red-hot poker of steel in his pants. "Why don't you come in with me?" the girl called out, splashing some water in his direction.
Through the rippling clear liquid of the stream, Don Jamie could see the lush round globes of tit-flesh, wiggling, slightly as the water played over them. Her rounded buttocks peeked ever so slightly above the water.
He realized the extent to which he was possessed by lust. His mind no longer played a role in his actions. He was going to fuck this silly little peasant girl, for his cock was hard and demanding. He was a man without a wife, a man without a love in his life.
He smiled with the understanding of his plight, and noticed how the girl's smile became brighter. Stupid cow, he thought. She thinks I smile at her. He removed his clothes, his cock angry in its fullness, and then he stepped into the cool water.
Grunting, he grabbed her roughly and pulled her to him.
"Oh! Don Jamie!" the redheaded peasant girl squealed, splashing water in his face and laughed.
The gesture, which was supposed to be in fun, and cute, annoyed the master of the estate. He roughly grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, gripping her wrists with one hand. With his legs, he spread her thighs apart in the water.
Don Jamie felt the fire in his loins licking at his entrails, growing, until it seemed to consume his whole body as he hammered in and out of her pussy. The peasant girl moaned, and started to writhe against his body, still protesting her bondage, but also enthralled by the pleasure of his hot-pumping dick, as it plowed in and out of her insatiable snatch.
The girl never got enough cock, and one cock alone would never satisfy her. Not all the field hands in Spain could satisfy this wench. She liked getting dicked by the servant man here on the estate, Macho. But as good as he was- and as well equipped-his cock wasn't quite as big as Don Jamie's, and he didn't seem to have this madman's sex drive.
What a perfect match they were! The girl was insatiable, and this man was obviously possessed by an erotic demon. Too bad she was low-born and could never be his wife.
She felt her cuntal walls close in around the man's hard-driving dick. The tingling pressure built in her loins until her whole body quivered. She felt as if she were on fire, as if the heat of her body were warming up the cool waters of the stream around them.
The water churned and frothed, as the couple humped into each other. She felt her clit pop out of its fleshy sheath, and tingle madly as the man's hard-humping loins slammed into her swollen pussy flesh.
Her juices welled up in her, and frothed downward, coating his ragingly stiff prick, greasing it for faster action. As he pulled out of her, only to thrust in again, his cock displaced some of the juices, which spasmed out of the girl's well greased, well-stuffed pussy, and floated in slimy tendrils in the water.
She moaned. Her shoulders felt as if they were on fire from the unnaturally strained position in which the man had placed her. His need for her inflamed her still further, his roughness, which she construed as passion for her, raised the temperature of her lust until she was feverish.
Her tits jiggled as she struggled against Don Jamie's body. The water around them heaved in waves, as their bodies humped together passionately.
The redhead gritted her teeth against the sweet turmoil of orgasm that now erupted within her. Her muscles tensed, and her ears rang with the blood which pounded violently through her veins. She closed her eyes, as Don Jamie's dick seemed to rip right through her pussy, devastating her.
His cock-head rummaged in the depths of her cunt, increasing the hot tumult of passion which had taken possession of her body. She felt her juices flowing hotly, lavishly. Her heart hammered in her breast, adding to the pulsing of the hot lust through her shivering body. The very violence with which Don Jamie was taking her drove her crazy. She humped against his body, grinding her swollen cunt lips against his hairy loins. She felt his balls slap wetly against her trembling ass cheeks.
There was something erotic about being held captive in this man's brutal grip. There was something that made the ultimate surrender inevitable and wonderful. As the sense of helplessness built in her, so did the hot pleasure of her carnal sensations.
She moaned and humped harder against Don Jamie's thrusting body. Her clit tingled, seemed to become a fiery nubbin. The sensations from her burning love button added to the hot welter of ecstasy which radiated through her, until she was flushed and sweating with the heat of her pleasure.
Jamie, feeling his anger, and his frustration rise, took it out on the redheaded peasant girl's body. In the back of his mind he knew she wasn't totally to blame for their liaison, though she was surely a slut. It was the fierce problems that racked his mind, his seething, lust, his insatiable passion and his searching for something that would put the fire out without surely condemning him to the fires of hell.
He sought temporary release from these tensions in the willing body of this lusty girl. He was using her, and he knew it. He knew his mind and his heart were in some kind of limbo, a limbo which seemed to be floating ever more obsessively toward the dream vision of his virgin daughter.
He closed his eyes, and tightened his grasp on the peasant girl's wrists, pressing them tightly into the small of her back, imprisoning her in his grip. He thrust into her with demanding strokes.
He felt her cuntal walls gripping against his hard-driving dick. He felt the pressure in his loins increase as she tightened the grip of her cuntal walls against his throbbing, hot, hard piston. He felt his balls contract as he drove his prick in and out of the girl's trembling cunt. The heat from her excited pussy seemed to suffuse his dick, to bloat it.
The throbbing became stronger, seemed to have a drumming effect that matched the pulsing of his heart as it drove the blood in wildly hot waves through his veins. He felt hot shivers of ecstasy coursing up and down his spine in lightning-like shafts, which caused the hair on the base of his neck to prickle. His smooth, tanned flesh become covered with goose flesh.
He felt the sweat pouring off his body, felt the water around his thrashing limbs curl around his muscles caressingly, as his motions disturbed it. The whole effect was wild, and Don Jamie began to feel his asshole tingling with a sympathetic pleasure as he battered the girl's cunt with his dick. His entrails seemed to melt in the hot haze of passion which ripped through him, driving his body out of his rational control.
He fucked her like a wild animal, his cock driving in and out of her hot wet tunnel brutally, piercing her pussy over and over again. She grunted, and then he heard her animalistic moan of passion, as her orgasm started to wash over her. The girl's body humped spastically against his, jerked and twitched wildly as if she were a puppet on a string.
He felt his own passion rise up like a roaring beast, which took possession of his body. His muscles became corded and tensed and hard, as his balls churned up their heavy load of liquid lust. It rushed in searing waves through his prick, then his come slit exploded with a frothing geyser of gism. Hot spunk poured into the girl's teeming well of lust, mixed with her pussy juices, and swelled the flood of pussy cream which was already pouring down her cunt walls.
He gritted his teeth together. His handsome face became a fiery mask of raging lust, as he pumped into her with spastic motions of his own. His hips went wild, as his cock sought the depths of her cunt, as if his spewing cock-head were a magnet drawn into the blazing heart of her cunt, where the juices were sucked out of him by her wildly convulsing cunt-hole.
Her cuntal muscles gripped at his cock with rhythmic spasms and he felt the gentle, fleshy tugging on his dick as he withdrew it, in order to ram it into her tight pussy one more time.
He closed his eyes, and his humping hips moved faster and harder against her swollen, turgid pussy flesh. He felt the grease of her desire flowing hotly over his raging prick, felt his cock swelling and receding as he pumped his heavy wad into her over and over again.
With a violent spasm, he thrust into her one last time. The violence of his final ejaculation almost made him feel as if his balls had turned inside out, been sucked up into the throbbing, hard-pumping shaft of his prick, to be blown out through his piss-hole.
"A-gh-h-h-h," he groaned, as he lunged into her, depositing the last of his load in her quaking pussy.
His body suddenly seemed to relax. He shivered violently in the aftermath of the powerful orgasm which had ripped through him. His dick tingled. It still throbbed steadily, semi-erect in her pussy.
He opened his eyes and stared at the peasant girl with the flaming red hair, now matted with the water of the stream. Her eyes ware still closed, her face loose, her moist lips parted. He gazed again at her hair, gleaming in the rising sun. It was pressed to her wet flesh like seaweed on the body of a mermaid.
Aware of the height of the sun in its path, and the necessity of finishing this brief affair before they were discovered, Don Jamie pulled his cock roughly out of the girl's pussy. Then, the two of them staggered out of the stream. They fell onto the grass where they waited for the sun to dry their bodies. And then they dressed.
As Don Jamie walked back to the mansion with the butter and eggs he had purchased from the girl, it occurred to him that his letter to the Mother Superior at the convent, posted the day before, was speeding on its way. A day had passed, and that brought the arrival of Viriliana closer. To Don Jamie, as he carried the produce into the large kitchen of the house, it was like the ticking of some giant clock, bringing him closer and closer to his fate. What kind of man was he? Many times he had fucked the redheaded peasant girl, and he still didn't care enough about her to learn her name.
What would be the fate of the girl from the convent? His own daughter!
Was he capable of loving her?-or was his only concern the mad lust that possessed him?
CHAPTER FOUR
Several days later, Don Jamie was walking towards the eastern edge of his hacienda. He had been looking for the servant man, Macho, and the surly young stud was nowhere to be found.
The Don grazed all around the vast landscape, seeing nothing, neither his errant servant nor the crops and grazing livestock that once made the hacienda famous throughout this region of Spain. He wandered down to the south-east corner of his lands, wondering if the servant was taking his leave in the growth of timber that marked that quadrant of the estate.
Once the woods had been systematically harvested and replanted, and the lumber had been another lucrative crop. He stomped through the trees, stopping as he heard a noise.
It sounded like thrashing about on the pine needle floor of the grove. His jaws clamped together, making the jaw muscles ache. He didn't like it when his servants wasted time. He was paying for work, not play. He knew that hired hands were never trustworthy. You could not treat them as equals, and it hardly ever paid to treat them as human. They always took you for all you had and then some, if you let them.
Angrily, Don Jamie stormed through the woods, to the edge of his property. He stopped in his tacks when he saw something shadowy on the ground.
Sunlight filtered through the high branches and illuminated the form in the pine needles with a blotched pattern; he had to squint to make out what he was seeing
He distinguished a human form, as it moved and he heard giggling, he made out a second person. He walked a little closer, not wanting to make any sound. There were two bodies rolling in the pine needles, a man and a woman. The man was broad-shouldered and tall. Macho. The very man he was looking for.
But who was the woman?
Don Jamie inched closer. Who was that creature-and both of them were naked-that his servant was fucking.
He crouched low and peered from behind the protection of a shrub. The coupled turned as they frolicked on the ground, and then he recognized the face.
Macho was fucking his maid, the woman who only days before had been a virgin. The bastard was fucking that lovely, innocent young thing that Don Jamie had only days before deflowered.
Don Jamie saw red. His fist thought was to kill the both of them. He had an urge to turn about, go back to the house, get a shotgun and blow the two of them away. He took a few steps, but then remained where he was. No, death would be too good for them. It would put them out of the misery he wished upon them. He wanted to make that girl-especially her, for she had surely seduced a man who otherwise could have taken her at any time-he wanted to make her hurt. She would not have done this prior to their liaison a few days before. She had turned into an animal.
Macho was a bounder, but he had always been such a man. He made no pretenses otherwise. As for the girl, Rowena pretended to be virtuous, but hers she was lying, naked in the woods with a field hand, fucking the brute and giggling and writhing in the pine needles and enjoying the whole thing.
She too was a slut! was there a virtuous woman in the world now that his wife was dead? An image of the girl who would soon become a nun flashed into his mind, but Don Jamie shook it away. Don Jamie turned now, but slowly. There was no doubt that they were fucking. His maid's head was thrown back in unbridled ecstasy, and Macho's handsome features were distorted by a raging passion. As he watched them, a twisted smile made an ugly gash in his face. He watched them churn and buck, as they started to come. The stillness of the air in the woods bought the sounds of their peaking passion to his ears.
He knew then what he was going to do about it. First he was going to teach that slut a few lessons in loyalty. And then, when the time was right-for he didn't want the man to know the reason for his solution-he would fire Macho, leave the poor man without the means to a living. He would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had seen him enjoying himself so thoroughly with Rowena.
He made his way through the woods, far enough so that his sounds would not be heard. Then he broke through the heavy underbrush and headed for the house. He strode past the gigantic oak tree, passing briefly through its shadow and feeling the coolness of the air on the back on his neck as it cut the sun off his body. And then he was inside the mansion, where he went to a supply closet and took out some tackle and rope.
On his way out of the closet, he spotted a riding crop hanging from the back of the door. He picked that up too, and then he walked up to the second floor and stalked to his study. From this room, he used to run the hacienda so efficiently, but that was all past. Now he used the room only to sit and brood over the loss of his bride that long ago night.
He sat down behind his desk, messy with old papers, and there he waited. Every minute dragged into an hour. As an afterthought, he stood up and pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants. The maid was due to make her appearance in the house, for she did not shirk her duties, was never late in performing a required task.
His mind perused her, as if she were in the room. He could see her bending to each task, cleaning the vast house, the fine old furniture. She was so cool and efficient, so caring in each thing she did. She fixed his meals, and was a wonderful cook too. Don Jamie waited.
He waited and waited, growing more vicious with each tick of the clock. He lost track of time, till he heard the creaking of the back door. It was Rowena, using the servants entrance.
He heard her footfalls down below, as she made her way to the kitchen. Don Jamie looked at an old clock on the mantle. It was nearly time for his dinner. She had not let him down. And he would not let her down either, he thought, as he doubled over his belt and slapped it into the palm of his hand.
He picked up the tackle and lumbered down the stairs. He made his way solemnly to the kitchen. There, the girl was rattling pots and pans. "Oh!" she gasped. "You startled me!" Don Jamie stormed into the kitchen and threw the tackle on the table. He glared at his maidservant. "You bitch," he spat. "You slut!"
"What's the matter?" she asked, shivering at the look that had spread across his face. Rowena had no idea that she had been observed fucking in the woods, and she made no connection between the anger of Don Jamie and the episode with the servant man. For some unknown reason, her master was acting as if he wanted to tear her limb from limb. "You whore!" he snarled. The girl eyes opened wide as Don Jamie walked toward her in two long, strides.
With one violent wrench, he ripped the front of the cotton frock wide open. She gasped, and then screamed. "Don Jamie, please. What in the name of Mary are you doing to me?!"
"You bitch!" he came back at her again. He grabbed her lacy white bra, wrenched that off her body, then pulled the rest of her dress in shreds off her body. She was now naked except for her peasant sandals and a simple pair of panties with only a thin border of lace along the leg bands.
Don Jamie seized the panties at the waistband and slipped them over the curving hips of the shaking girl. He drew them down the length of her thighs, then tore them away from, her when she wouldn't raise her foot for him to remove them. At first, profound shock kept the girl from offering a greater resistance, or even from uttering a word of protest.
When she was able to get her head together, she began to struggle. She pushed at the powerful man, causing him to stagger backward.
"What do you think you're doing?" she shrieked.
Don Jamie stumbled toward her again, and grabbed her roughly, spinning her around and throwing her into a chair. The chair skidded backward with the impact of her body. In a very brief span of time, Don Jamie had secured the leather tackle around Rowena's full, ripe breasts, around her flat belly, securing her torso to the chair.
He used the ropes to tie her hands behind her back tightly, and then, spreading her thighs he attached her knees to the legs of the chair. He stood back to survey his work. The leather harnesses cut deeply into his maid's ripe tit-flesh, denting it. Her pink nipples stood out, puckered and prominent.
Don Jamie felt a sense of sudden power over his servant, and a malicious feeling of triumph, and with it, his cock turned upward and began to throb. The girl was slack-jawed with fear and shock. It had all happened so fast. He savored the fear which started to flicker in her eyes, mixing in a lurid light with the anger and shock, and supplanting the anger quickly.
Her chest heaved, and every time she took in a breath the leather tackle bit deeply into her tits and her belly, where he had secured her to the chair. Her pink pussy meat was clearly visible between her spread-eagled legs. With a sudden vicious movement of anger, he tilted the chair over, and Rowena grunted, as she felt the impact of the fall.
She was now on her back, bound to the chair. The maidservant began to weep. "Oh, Don Jamie," she wailed. "Why are you treating me this way?"
"Are you are fucking other men?" he demanded, his voice rising until it was harsh and shrill.
She looked at him, and now the fear took over completely in her eyes.
"N-no!"
Don Jamie picked up the leather belt he had thrown on the table with the rest of the paraphernalia, and raised his arm, bringing the belt down harshly on his maid's exposed, bound breasts. The poor woman let out a wail.
"You are a liar as well as a slut! You're a common whore is what you are. You pretend to be a religious woman, a virtuous woman, but you are a slut.
"I don't know what you mean," the woman wailed. She struggled with the bonds that tied her, only tightening, them. Her body was becoming chafed where the ropes and leather held her to the chair.
Don Jamie tightened his grip on the belt he held in his sweating hand. He stared at the lush curves of the bound girl, and then he raised the belt. With all the strength in his powerful body, he brought it down again. He heard it hiss through the air. He heard the ugly slapping sound as the leather harness kissed his maid's soft, white flesh. Then he saw the first mark.
He saw a red welt begin to rise on Rowena's white flesh, He paused, and his heart skipped a beat. He gaped at the mark on the flesh, the likes of which he had never seen before, and something wild happened within him. His hard-on became a piece of tempered steel.
His blood boiled. His mouth fell open with raw passion. Blood-lust and passion inflamed him, and he raised the belt only to bring it down in a machine-gun burst of wild flailing. This, more than anything he had experienced in his life, excited the lust in Don Jamie.
CHAPTER FIVE
Don Jamie was possessed by a strange fury. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his face turned as red as the welts he was leaving on the white skin of his naked housemaid. He was lashing her madly, and the horrified young woman was thrashing about and pulling feverishly at her bonds.
"I'll teach you whose property you are," he shouted angrily. "On this estate, I am the owner of everyone and everything."
The woman screamed, the howl of a wounded animal. Don Jamie lunged at her with the belt. One of the blows struck he on her cheek bone near her eye, which started to swell. He rained lashes on her body with the belt.
Strangely enough, as he struck her body, he felt his own skin prickle with pleasure. He thrilled to the sight of the welts rising on her ass. All his anger, repressed for so long, all his doubts about the sudden death of his lovely young hide, his sense of hopelessness at his whole plight welled up in him.
He hated the idea of this prize, making love to another servant, especially a lascivious cur like Macho. The thought of her fucking that man in the woods infuriated him further. He felt powerful sensations coming over him. The fury he was capable of frightened him, but he only bent his back and hit her harder.
He whacked the girl till his arm was tired, and his muscles ached. Her body was covered with welts now, and her breasts were crisscrossed with marks. She was sobbing softly.
Don Jamie dropped his arm, the belt dangling from his hand. There was a tremor coursing through his body, and it was only partially caused by fatigue and anger. He felt his cock throbbing powerfully, felt the fire in his body, his loins. The flames licked upward, threatening to consume his brain.
He licked his lips, and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them. His cock stood at right angles to his belly. It pulsed powerfully with the lusty blood which coursed through it. At the tip of it, a drop of fluid gleamed.
Rowena, shocked and aching with the beating she had gotten, was also impressed by the sudden command the long-morose Don had taken of her and her body. In the sense of hopelessness and fear which had enveloped her was also a growing attraction for the man.
She had always known him as a silent, suffering man. She knew there was a great ache within him, but had no idea it could take this violent and erotic form. Feeling the stinging welts prickling throughout her in shafts of pain, Rowena also felt her pussy creaming for this man. He looked so tall, so prepossessed standing over her. His eyes glowed with a fiery anger.
Lust branded the man's face with a hungry sneer. She was thrilled by his wildness.
"I'll teach you to be lustful," he sputtered. He loomed over her, his massive dick standing out like a knife, the head swollen and quivering with desire.
He was beside himself with lust. The position in which he had chose to fuck his maid wasn't the most comfortable one in the world, but he didn't give a damn. Pressing his dipped his wick into her pussy. His cock slipped into her wet and willing cunt like a spear going through flesh.
She had long been ready for his entry, but she had never female fluid as she did now. What he couldn't figure out was what was responsible for it. Was it his cock? Was it the binding or the beating?
The thought of Macho's dick dripping with the same fluid enraged him further. He would wipe out of her pussy all traces of the servant's fucking. Fucking her himself was one way of regaining full possession of this piece of ass, of making her his once more. His dick slithered deeply into her cunt. The woman moaned, wondering at the pain mixed with pleasure which coursed through her.
"A-h-h-h," she gasped, as she felt her pussy walls parting before the violent onslaught of her master's dick. He thrust into her powerfully, burying his dick to the hilt in her teeming pussy.
Between the hot prickling sensation of her welts, and the wild abrasion of Don Jamie's manly flesh against her itching pussy walls, Rowena was beside herself. She had never met anyone who treated women like this. She had never even heard of such a thing.
The treatment seemed to confirm some regard which her master held for her. He made her feel more wanted than he ever had, and she had grown up with his family on the great estate. The girl felt her cuntal walls closing in greedily around her man's raging cock. He thrust into her viciously, his cock plunging deeply into her pussy. His lust mixed with anger flared to more intensity, and he ravaged her pussy with great thrust of his prick, using it as a weapon to assert his control of her, to vent his rage.
His asshole tingled and became inflamed with a wild pleasure as he pumped into her over and over again, savoring her bound body, her sense of helplessness, the submissive way in which she gazed at him.
Her pussy juices greased his cock, and he pistoned into her faster and harder, feeling the silken-soft, wet walls of her twat caressing his cock, gripping it, inflaming it even more.
"O-h-h-h," Rowena gasped. Her face became flushed with the ecstasy which was building in her bound body. She shivered violently as she felt the pools of warmth that tingled in her belly turn into a raging fire.
Her muscles, which were aching from their constrained position, became tense with electric-like currents of passion, which flickered through her. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the man's brutal possession of her body.
His hot, hard spear plunged into her, piercing her teeming tunnel of lust over and over again with demanding strokes, which only increased the fever of her passion-and filled her with a wild pleasure which couldn't be denied.
Her tits swelled painfully as the hot ecstasy bloated her body, swelled it-made Rowena feel as if she were going to explode. Her orgasm rumbled ponderously, deep in her cunt. It was as if Don Jamie's cock were a trigger pressing against the deepest core of her passion, exciting it, causing it to come alive. Her whole body quivered with the wild sensations which ripped through her, blinding her to everything but the powerful reality of his vengeful cock, as he rummaged around in her cunt, exciting her, driving her crazy.
She screamed as the pleasure built and built to an almost unbearable degree. She couldn't believe that she could get off on such violent fucking, but she was. Don Jamie's face was red. His eyes were wild with a glowing lust, as he crouched over her possessively, his massive cock thrusting in and out of her fiery cunt.
Her pussy juices flowed lavishly. As Don Jamie slammed into her, his hairy pubes stimulated her swollen cunt meat. The pink folds of sex flesh swelled outward, throbbing with the lust blood that engorged them. Her clit tingled wildly, and popped out of its fleshy sheath.
She felt the first rippling of her climax grip at her fuck-hole. The pink and tender walls of her pussy closed in spastically around her master's throbbing, hard-fucking rod. He plunged into her deeply, plugging her pussy until the pressure built to the bursting point.
Her body strained against the bonds. Don Jamie leered down at her, feeling his hairy balls becoming wet with the honey which flowed from his maid's pussy. He watched her body arching against the leather bonds in which he had tied her.
He slammed his cock even more brutally into her tender, creaming pussy as he felt the first rivers of her orgasm flowing through her. His sense of power increased. She was having an orgasm. He had tied her up and beaten the shit out of her, and his cock was still having its powerful effect on her.
He felt her velvet-soft walls fold in around his cock, increasing the pressure in his flaming loins. His balls churned up their heavy load of lust. He felt his come-slit explode with a fiery geyser of gism. The sense of relief was powerful and Don Jamie bellowed as he shot wad after wad of his spunk into the woman's convulsing pussy.
Rowena writhed in the chair. Don Jamie's hands, pressed into her aching shoulders, moved downward over her bound beasts. Her nipples felt as if they were on fire. The sweat from Don Jamie's hands stung the wounds made by the belt he had beaten her with, stung her nipples. The prickling sensation of pain mixed with her pleasure, and heightened the erotic impact of her climax.
She became a wild woman under his humping body. She felt as if his cock were bigger and better than it had ever been, felt as if he were ripping her apart with it, as he battered her cunt with his massive organ, sending wave after hot wave of passion spilling over her body.
His juices mixed with her syrup, and swelled the flood of liquid passion which rose up in her well of lust and spilled out of her quivering pussy. Her orgasm peaked. Rowena felt as if she had become sexually insane, felt as if she were possessed by some monstrous carnal passion, which drove her body out of her rational control.
As her lust swelled with her peaking pleasure, the bonds felt tighter and added even more ecstasy to the hot teeming sensations which rippled through her body. Her orgasm was violent and prolonged. Don Jamie's prick continued to ravage her pussy. Long after he had shot his last wad, impelled by his strange need to somehow repose's his late wife, driven by a hot anger which translated itself into lust, and inflamed his prick, he plunged into her cunt, as Rowena writhed and wailed in the delicious throes of her own sexual crisis.
With a shuddering sigh, she started to come down from the delirious heights to which she had been driven. Her body was gripped spastically by violent mini-orgasms, as she settle back in the chair, her body vibrating with the warm afterglow of her orgasm.
Panting, his body covered with sweat, which stained the shirt he had not "You don't ever fuck around again!" he snarled, as he leaned over the righted chair.
Rowena trembled again, as, in the upright position, she felt the hot flow of their combined come-cream oozing from her still tingling-cunt. Don Jamie leaned over her, gripping her shoulder which ached fiercely now from the strain of being bound.
"O-h-h-h-h," Rowena whined. "Oh, please let me go!"
"I'll let you go when I'm damned good and ready." Don Jamie sneered. "And I am not ready yet. You are my servant, and I will not tolerate you fucking on my private estate."
"Oh, dear, please," she begged. The pleasure of her orgasm had faded and the pain once again took precedence in her bound body.
"Don't give me that," Don Jamie sneered. "You sit there and think about what you've done with my man-servant, Macho. And I will not have you telling him that I know about your liaisons. You tell him I know-on pain of death, is that clear.
Rubbing his cock, shivering slightly with the tingling aftermath of his own orgasm, he walked into the living room. He poured himself some whisky, and then went out to the kitchen, to enjoy once more the sight of his bound, beaten, and well-fucked servant girl.
She had come and come, wildly, again and again.
As he sat down in another chair, she looked at him meekly, submissively. He leaned over and pinched her still-puckered nipples, grinning at the abrasion marks which the leather and rope made on her body, enjoying the welts caused by the leather belt he had used.
"Honey, please?" she begged, big tears forming in her eyes.
"Shut up. Don't call me that. Don't try to butter me up, you hear."
"Oh, I will never do it again."
"I don't believe you, slut!" he snarled. He had been working on her for a long time, and it was dark now over the fields of the estate. Suddenly, he was aware of footsteps approaching the kitchen. The door swung open, and in came the redheaded peasant girl, a basket of fresh fruits in her hand.
She saw the strange scene, froze in her tracks, and then she let out a gasp. Then, she put the back of one hand to her open mouth and let out a scream. The basket of produce dropped to the floor and the fruit spilled out.
"Oh! Rowena! Don Jamie! What are you doing to her?"
The peasant girl rushed to the maids assistance, her hands fumbling with the ropes that bound Rowena's wrists to the back of the chair.
"No, you don't!" Don Jamie snarled, rushing them. He yanked the redhead up by her rough muslin shirt, then swung her around sharply.
"You let go of me!" she snarled, and Don Jamie staggered backward. He leered at her, thinking of how well his plans were shaping up. The girl had walked into a nice trap, for he wanted a spectator to the humiliation of the maid. What pleasure was there in beating and humiliating her, with no one to look on and see her shame.
He was, however, surprised to see the spirit displayed by the peasant girl. She had always seemed to him to be a timid and fearful little creature, interested only in fucking whenever she could.
Don Jamie rushed the woman. He seized her by the waist and swung her around. She fought like an alley cat, and before he got her subdued, he was covered with scratches. He pulled down her peasant skirt and tore off her blouse. Her full, round breasts bobbled on her chest, and she flushed with embarrassment. He pulled off her panties, then quickly tied the naked girl's hands behind her back and sat her down on the floor. Her back was to a wall, and she sat facing poor Rowena.
He went to the maid, undid her ties and pinned her face down on the table. As she struggled, he punched her in the face, subduing her. When she came to, her arms were tied to one pair of legs on the table, and her legs were spread-eagled and tied to the opposite legs. Her hands throbbed from lack of circulation. Her ass stood naked and exposed to the leering gaze of Don Jamie.
She looked over her shoulder at him and her face was white with rage.
"You will not get away with this. I am your servant, not your slave."
"In this house, I am master," said Don Jamie. He had fenced himself into the fortress-like mansion for so long that he really believed it. His mind had not only remained back on the day of his wedding, but had receded into the dim past of his ancestors. There in that kitchen, with only the flickering of a kerosene lamp for light, it might as well have been during Spain's dark ages, or the years of the Inquisition.
Don Jamie raised the belt and brought it down brutally on Rowena's round, firm buns. Her head reeled, and she gasped with this fresh onslaught of burning pain. The leather dug into the soft flesh of her sensitive ass cheeks.
"Aye-e-e!" the girl screamed, but her terror was to no avail.
Don Jamie no longer saw her as a human being, but rather as just another of the filthy peasants and beggars he had so despised when he used to go into the village. It was his hatred of those people, as much as his desire to be a total lord and master that kept him on the estate. Before his eyes, his fearful and beautiful maid became little better than a dog, and he whipped her with renewed fury.
Then, exhausted, his arm fell and the buckle of the belt hit the floor. He stared at her ass, and lust replaced hatred. He touched it, enjoying the springy sensation of the flesh. He parted the cheeks, saw the puckered hole, and with that sight his cock jumped in his pants.
At that moment, he knew exactly what he was going to do.
CHAPTER SIX
Don Jamie was a man possessed. He stood over the bound form of his maid, cast a glance at the peasant girl who sat tied up and staring back at him with fearful eyes. Remorse filled him, but already he knew himself too well to believe that it could overcome his strange lust. The four walls of the kitchen seemed to close in on him, and he knew he needed a respite to clear his head before he culminated his strange act of love on the naked ass of the bound Rowena.
He staggered naked out of the kitchen, made his way shakily up the stairs to the sitting room adjacent to his bedroom. There, in the flickering light of a fire that slowly consumed one large log in the fireplace, he sat on a straight-backed wooden chair beside a large oaken chest.
His head fell into his hands, and he was immobile for some time, till his face came up to turn and stare at the old chest.
It was then that he remembered, and the full weight of the tragedy of his life came back to him. Slowly he opened the great chest, laying back the heavy top. Then he dipped into it and began to bring up pieces of lacy white wedding apparel. He drew out the veil, the bodice, the skirt and the barely used white satin slippers. Then, almost ponderously, Don Jamie brought forth the prize, a crown so delicate and lovely that it could only have been worn by one woman on earth-the late Donna Eloisa.
It was a crown of artificial supple blossoms, and it had graced the dark hair of his bride on the day she had later fallen prey to his murderous look.
All these items aroused not only memories but powerful lust in the heavy-breathing Don Jamie. He fingered them, drew them to him, even tried to place his large foot in the delicate satin slipper. He went into the chest one more time, drew out a silken corset and stood to place it about his waist. As the sensuous material caressed the naked flesh of his cock stiffened, stuck out hard and long, the head swollen and quivering with need.
Then it was clear to him that he must satisfy himself down in the kitchen, and he dropped the garments back into the chest, tossing the crown of blossoms onto his bed. He would never know the finesse of Donna Eloisa again, never experience the pleasure of love, never know the sound of wedding bells. But he would have his pleasure, even if the devil took him.
He stalked out of the room and down the stairs, returned to the kitchen where the women awaited in fear. He stepped over the fallen fruit and the half-empty basket in which the redheaded peasant girl had carried her goods to the house, and then he approached the bound and naked Rowena.
The poor maid had never felt so humiliated in her life. She had been beaten, bound to a table, and now-in front of this peasant girl-she was going to be ravished by Don Jamie. She felt the cheeks of her ass parted by his powerful hands, sensed the placement of the hard head of his dick against the puckered opening of her asshole.
Then she felt a determined pushing inward.
"Oh, no!" she cried out. "Please, Don Jamie. Not there! Oh, please, Don Jamie. Do not violate me there!"
"Quiet woman," he snapped. "I will violate you where I wish."
Then he thrust his hard cock up her asshole, searing the tender flesh with his weapon.
"O-h-h-h," the girl wailed. "Oh dear. Oh my. Heavens! Oh, dear me, it hurts. O-h-h-h."
Don Jamie would not be deterred. He fucked deeper into the tight asshole of the squirming girl, as she twitched and yanked against the pull of her bonds.
Deeper, deeper, his hard dick sank, 'til the rounded white cheeks of her ass were pressed into his hot loins.
Don Jamie grunted. His raging cock felt as if it were twice its normal size. He felt as if his skin would split from the strain of the blood which swelled his tool hotly. Rowena gnashed her teeth, to quell the tears, and then-as Don Jamie withdrew and gave his dick a fierce inward thrust to bury it to the hilt once more-she let out a fearsome scream that shook the old mansion.
"E-e-e-e-e-H O-h-h-h-h-h!!! Please, Don Jamie! You're tearing me to pieces. You're ripping me apart. Oh, please, Don Jamie. Please stop. Enough! Enough! Enough!"
The louder she yelled, the harder he pumped her asshole with his thick rod of flesh.
Rowena did not want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry, but the pain was too great. She was not the kind of woman who was given to using tears as a means of manipulation. And she had no thought in her mind of begging or pleading before Don Jamie.
But the pain was so great, the humiliation so hard for this simple girl to take, and scream and cry she did, as the redhead looked on in awe.
Rowena hated him now. She trembled in her rage. He ass burned, and her arms and legs ached from being constrained by the bonds. The ropes cut into her flesh, and her feet and hands throbbed. They were swollen from lack of circulation.
Her tits were pressed flat against the table, her nipples puckered with the rough abrasion from the wood. With a growl, Don Jamie lunged into Rowena's once-virgin asshole. She felt the searing pain of his dick as it plunged in and out of her, stretching the asshole, causing the ache that filled her rear passage to spread throughout her body.
The pain took her breath away. Don Jamie grasped her haunches, and pushed inward, grunting. Each inward thrust built up the pressure in Rowena's head. She thought she was going to explode.
Don Jamie's tumescent prick felt as if he were splitting her insides apart. She felt the warm, sticky trickle of blood as his cock continued to thrust inward, brutally.
"U-h-h-h-," she groaned, as Don Jamie paused for just a moment and she caught her breath. His prick was half-way up her ass. He turned around and grinned salaciously at the sobbing peasant girl on the floor.
"She's got a nice, tight asshole," he leered. "I think she's an ass-virgin. I don't think you are, bitch. I'll wager your backside hole has been reamed out so much that you are as loose as the cunt of an old mare. How much has you asshole been fucked, woman?"
His insult only caused the woman to cry even harder, and that made Don Jamie laugh.
"What's your name, woman?"
She did not reply.
"You'd better tell me. I will take it out on Rowena's asshole."
"Sophia," the redheaded girl sobbed.
"Good, Sophia," Don Jamie said. "You must watch carefully and learn how a woman's asshole is fucked properly. I will demonstrate."
Rowena's face turned red, and it was distorted with pain shooting through her as Don Jamie's cock plowed through her asshole. She bit her lower lip, drawing blood, in an attempt to stem the tears that stung her eyes.
Don Jamie had already come once. That meant that it would take longer for him to come the second time, and that condition suited him just fine. He finally felt his balls pressing against Rowena's pussy lips, as he lunged in one more time, burying himself to the hilt in her tight, moist ass.
The blood which trickled from her abraded ass walls lubricated his cock, and heightened the pleasure he felt-the sense of power. He felt as if he could keep it up all night, and he intended to try. There was something else he intended to do too.
He intended to teach both these bitches a lesson. Sophia would be taught to honor her superior in the social structure. She would be taught to hew to the straight and narrow. As for Rowena, she would be taught not to be so high and mighty. After all, she was only his maid.
Her ass was red and hot from the whipping he had given her. He fondled her ass cheeks roughly. She was more slender than Sophia, built on longer, more elegant lines. He realized as he felt his raging prick throbbing against her asshole walls, that he had always wanted he-not just because she was sexy, but also because she seemed unattainable.
She wasn't like Sophia, available to every man who leered at her. Rowena probably wasn't even available to Macho before he deflowered her himself a few days earlier.
He had created a Frankenstein monster, a woman who was no longer virtuous.
Why couldn't all women be like his Donna Eloisa, pure and chaste? Yes, that is what killed her. She died in his arms, naked, before she could be spoiled. In his feverish brain he saw a vision of his late wife. Where would he ever find the likes of such a girl again?
Then, gradually and without his willing it, the face of Donna Eloisa became the lovely face of his daughter Viriliana, as he imagined her to be, as her sweet face had been described to him.
He shuddered. Was he capable of ruining yet another young Virgin? Would his lust bring out a carnal quality in the novitiate, and would her first knowledge of that force within her soul frighten her to death? He shook off these thoughts, concentrated on what he was doing to the maid.
His concentration sent more lusty blood raging into his cock. The heat was almost overwhelming. He started to move in her asshole, feeling her tight rectal walls sucking on his prick.
Rowena's sphincter muscles had instinctively clenched against Don Jamie's prick, as she tried to eject the unwanted invader which was so obscenely stuffing her rear passage. All she did was aggravate the violent pain she felt, and she enhanced Don Jamie's pleasure as he pulled out of her.
"I'm going to teach you what a cock is like!" he said. "What a cock is really like" He pulled his dick out until only the bulbous, mushroom-shaped cock-head was stuck in her asshole. A sheen of his dried semen covered it. "You have never been fucked till you have been fucked by Don Jamie. Forget all others."
Rowena was furious. She was more angry right now than entranced by the sight of his immense dick. If she could have done it, she would have wrenched Don Jamie's prick away from his body by the root.
She let out a long shuddering sigh, as Don Jamie's cock pulled out. She was frightened by the sensations which coursed through her. It felt as if Don Jamie were pulling out her entrails with his cock.
Don Jamie looked down at the obscenely distended hole of his quivering dick. He laughed with a lusty victory. He body was impaled on her with the penetration of his hard spear. He pierced her bowels all over again, lunging brutally inward. Her bung-hole was so tight that it took three powerful thrust to get it buried again. The sensation against his pick was incredible.
He felt the pickling sensations of pleasure ripping through his body. His own asshole burned with sympathetic pleasure, as he started to withdraw his cock again. He felt Rowena's asshole walls clutching instinctively at his prick, massaging the aching ... throbbing shaft which had violated her behind.
The thought of her helplessness, the thought of how he was humiliating her, only enraged his prick even more. His balls swelled with another hot and heavy load of scum; he was going to pump his cock into her, until he had emptied his balls in the depths of her bowels.
His only regret was that he couldn't fuck her asshole till it killed her!
Rowena closed her eyes, trying to relax. She knew that her tension wasn't helping her. It was only aggravating the pain which shot through her like a sharp fiery wave, each time that Don Jamie's brutal prick stabbed into her after-passage.
Her asshole felt as if it were on fire. The constant prickling pain of her battered ass cheeks coursed through her. She started to get a headache. Bound as she was to the table, her limbs stretched to their utmost, her body felt as if it were bloating with a painful pressure. She felt as if her flesh had turned into one monumental pulse point, the throbs echoing throughout her body, matching the beating of her aching heart, ringing in her ears.
"How's that feel to have your ass fucked by me, huh?" he barked at her as his hips rocked back and forth, impelling his prick deeply into her entrails.
Rowena didn't dignify his question with an answer. She suffered in silence, her whole mind and body rebelling against the base bondage in which she found herself, revolted by the use this dirty monster was making of her body.
She had never had any man but her master and the man servant Macho, yet she knew that this was not the way that a man makes love to a woman.
She was being terribly brutalized by this maniac, after having been a pure virgin for her entire life up until a few days ago. What had come of her? As Don Jamie's cook pounded insanely in her asshole, she felt as if her insides were being battered to death. His cock lunged into her brutally over and over again.
Rowena's stomach churned insanely in her. She swallowed hard as she felt it turn flip-flops, threatening to upend everything in it. She felt a cold void fill her heart, and shivers of something resembling despair ripped through her, as Don Jamie continued to plunge his cock into her sore asshole.
Her whole behind was aching now. As Don Jamie's cock plugged her bung-hole over and over again, her rectal walls stretched, accommodating his fat bone better. Some of the pain started to fade. He seemed to be tireless in his fucking, pounding into her over and over again.
Each inward thrust jostled her body, caused it to move back and forth on the table. Her nipples were now fiery buttons, as the rough wood abraded them, and stimulated the sensitive flesh. Each outward motion thrilled the two of them equally.
Her cunt was starting to tingle. Her little clit, being rubbed against the top of the table popped out of its fleshy sheath. In spite of her sense of humiliation-the rage which had lit a fire in her belly-she felt her juices starting to flow. They poured out of her cunt in a steady stream, and washed over her pussy meat, further stimulating her.
She felt the pink inner flesh of her love mound swell and start to throb. As the bizarre sexual arousal became more intense, the pain started to meld with the pleasure. More and more it became pleasure.
It was as if Don Jamie's cock had opened floodgates of passion which Rowena never knew she had. The strange combination of sensations rippled through her, took possession of her. She couldn't believe how her clit was tingling. She felt far more excited than she had the first time Don Jamie had taken her, more thrilled even than when she had been fucked Macho.
She felt her breathing get harsher. It rasped in her throat. Her chest swelled, pressing her passion-swollen tits more tightly into the table.
As her nipples rubbed against the table top, Rowena moaned harder. Every sensation which she was experiencing-the pain, the discomfort of her bondage, Don Jamie's raging cock devastating her asshole-added to the hot ecstasy which boiled now in her body, and increased the throbbing of her blood.
Her flesh got hot, and her head felt feverish, as Don Jamie continued to batter her asshole, his cock rubbing against her rectal walls, increasing the burning sensation which she felt. His cock-head ravished the insides of her rectum, causing her stomach to do turn over's.
The more Don Jamie's cock pummelled her asshole-the more her juices flowed the more her muscles became tense, and currents of excitement ripped up and down her spine. She felt goose flesh form on her abused and bound flesh, as the ecstasy built and built until Rowena was afraid she would come. She gnashed her teeth together, and tensed her body against the impending holocaust, the surrender of her body to this wild-eyed rapist.
Her ass muscles clenched involuntarily against Don Jamie's prick; she tensed her body for the ultimate effort. She didn't want to come, didn't want to abandon her body to Don Jamie's brutalizing prick.
Yet, considering the situation, Rowena couldn't hold on any longer. The clenching of her ass muscles against his hard-driving dick increased her discomfort. That gesture saved her, not just because she felt the sharp shards of pain course through her again, but because the gripping sucking motion on Don Jamie's cock started to draw his gism up from his raging balls.
Don Jamie threw his head back, as he pistoned in and out of Rowena's marvelous asshole. He felt the gripping of her sphincter muscles against his cock, and he felt his balls contract.
They churned up their heavy load of liquid lust. With a loud bellow, he lunged into her and planted his seed deep into her bowels. The gism spewed against her fiery walls, and eased the pain of Don Jamie's pummeling prick, as he thrust into her over and over again.
The hot spunk flowed over her rectal walls, and acted like a soothing salve to her asshole.
Don Jamie bellowed wildly as he pumped in and out of her asshole, each inward thrust depositing more and more into her behind. It shot out of his cock-head like a violent explosion had wrenched his balls. Finally, his body collapsed on top of her back.
Rowena had never felt so wildly aroused in her life. Her body quivered, on the brink of a powerful orgasm, although she had been able to withhold it. She felt Don Jamie's hairy chest heaving against hers. His cock still throbbed powerfully in her beaten and bloody asshole.
She lay there panting, hardly believing that all of this had really happened. A week ago she had been a pristine virgin. She had lived all her life on the great estate, and her parents and grandparents had been servants there before her. All her life she had looked up to Don Jamie. It had been with a pang of disappointment, although with resignation and a sense of inevitability, that she had seen him take a bride.
All those years she had thought about his cock, but never really dreamed that they would be intimate. Now, all of this had happened.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a sound at the door, and as she looked up she was startled by the vision that met he eyes. A man had entered, and stood starkly in the doorway. He was tall and well built. It was the manservant, Macho.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The redheaded peasant girl let out a scream as Macho lunged at Don Jamie. The force of the servant man's thrust jerked Don Jamie's cock out of Rowena's asshole. It exited with an obscene plopping noise. She felt his scum, mixed with her blood, dribbling out of her battered asshole.
She looked over her shoulder, with pain-fogged eyes, and watched the servant man beating his master. It pleased her to see Macho's fist make harsh contact with Don Jamie's mouth. Don Jamie spat out two of his teeth, and a lot of blood. He fell heavily to his knees, and Macho's knee bent, as he drove it into Don Jamie's groin.
Don Jamie grunted, and keeled over and rolled up into a fetal ball, trying to protect his balls and his soft under-belly from Macho's brutal blows.
Macho kicked him, and then tried to yank him to his feet by his hair, driving the fist of his free hand into Don Jamie's body with each effort to bring him to his feet. Rowena was moaning, Sophia was crying loudly and havoc had broken loose in the kitchen of the old mansion.
Don Jamie himself was moaning with pain; he sagged with the brutal beating that his angry servant was dishing out. He was already fucked out, and had little will to withstand the pounding.
As for Macho, he was in a blind rage. Rowena began urging him to let up on Don Jamie, and Sophia did the same through her tears. Macho was deaf to the pleas of the two bound women. He hit Don Jamie over and over again, in a blind, wild rage.
Rowena had the feeling that if he weren't stopped, he'd kill the man. A feeling of compassion, and the sense of charity of her upbringing, made her cry out for the servant to cease. Her heart was still filled with fury at what Don Jamie had done, but he was a grief-stricken man with a tragic life behind him, and she was still servant to his family.
"Stop it," she cried. "Oh, please, Macho. Stop beating Don Jamie."
Macho punched Don Jamie on the nose, smashing it, causing the blood to spurt. Then, as if by a delayed reaction, his grip on the Don's hair loosened. Don Jamie fell to the kitchen floor in a pool of his own blood, moaning and groaning, semi-conscious.
Rowena's eyes blazed with hatred.
"It's your fault. He may die," Rowena babbled. "He ... he found out about what we did this afternoon, and that enraged him."
Macho's face want white, stark white. For a moment Rowena, watching him reel under her accusation, thought he was going to keel over himself. At that point, she didn't care. Don Jamie was a nobleman. He was made of finer stuff than Macho.
"Untie me," she begged, but it came out a snarl. She drew back her beautiful upper lip tightly against her straight, white teeth.
Macho walked over to her quickly, wincing at her inflamed ass, and the blood and cream that stained her cheeks and thighs. He released her arms and legs from the humiliating bondage in which she had been trapped. The maid got shakily to her feet.
Macho reached out to put his hands on her shoulder, to steady her, his eyes wild with anger and rage, and something that looked to Rowena like concern.
Yet, it was too late.
Her hand came out sharply, and she slapped him across his face. His head snapped to one side from the force of the blow. Then she backhanded him, causing his head to jerk to the other side.
"You keep your hands off me, you beast," she hissed.
She walked over to Sophia, and released the sobbing, almost hysterical woman from her bonds. Sophia immediately went to Don Jamie, and huddled over his body.
Rowena went quickly to her room, the maid's quarters where she still had her clothes, and there she pulled out two loose dresses, one of which she used to cover her nakedness. She brought the other one down to the kitchen, and gave it to Sophia. When Don Jamie had stripped her, he had ripped her clothing.
Sophia was now trying to staunch the flow of blood from Don Jamie's numerous wounds.
Macho was stalking about the room, his attitude one of uncertainty. He wanted to kill Don Jamie for torturing the maid, but he also was wary of the man he knew was all powerful on the estate. "I ... I don't know what came over me," he said. "I thought he was killing you, Rowena."
"You almost killed him, you fool," she replied. "It's all your fault too. You seduced me out by the woods. I didn't want to give in. I never gave in before to your efforts."
Macho walked over to her, his arms extended, the stricken look deepening in his face. Rowena picked up the bonds that had held her. She started to beat the servant hysterically, causing huge red welts to form on his face as she drove the rough rope against his skin.
Macho raised his arms to ward off the blows, walking towards her. He finally managed to grab her arms, and wrest the ropes from her hand. She reached up when he released her wrists from his strong grip, and scratched his face as she drove the rough rope against his skin.
Macho raised his arms to ward off the blows as she walked towards her. He finally managed to grab her arms and wrest the ropes from her hand. She reached up when he released her wrists from his strong grip and scratched his face.
"I hate you, you filthy, low-life peasant," she screamed. "You're not a gentlemen."
Swinging, she ran out the door, through the great portals and out of the mansion. She ran in a wild frenzy to the barn, threw open the doors, closed them behind her and then flung herself on her bed of straw. There she wept bitterly. Her dreams were in disarray. She knew now that she could never again entertain the fantasy of being the lady of the estate, the wife of Don Jamie. Yet, she retained in her heart a loyalty for her master.
As for Macho, he was no longer the romantic figure of her girlish imagination. Not only had he fucked her in the woods, ending for all time the mystery his body held for her, but he had forgotten his position in society and beat the shit out of Don Jamie.
Back in the kitchen, the Don was coming to his senses. Sophia bent over him, mopping blood from his brow, and above him stood Macho, looking sheepish now, confused and uncertain of his fate.
"All is forgiven," said Don Jamie through his puffed lips. "You may return to your quarters, Macho."
The tall servant man shuffled his feet, started to say something, and then left the room and the house. Sophia covered Don Jamie's nakedness with some of his clothes, then finished tending his wounds. He was now in a strangely serene mood-his fury depleted. He would not punish Macho, either for his offense with the girl or for striking him. Nor would he punish his maid further.
In his heart he knew he was wrong, and a sense of deep sorrow permeated his body. What was the use? Donna Eloisa could never come back to him, and he would never be the man he was before the day she died in childbirth. Something terrible had been brought out in him from all the years of suffering, and that animal-like thing would never return to the cage deep inside his soul. It was a weirdly perverted lust.
He patted the arm of the big-busted peasant girl, let her help him to his feet. At first he reeled, but then he gained possession of himself. As he watched, the girl gathered together all the fruit and vegetables that had fallen out of the basket, and then she put the basket on the table. Her hand darted to the floor again, and when she straightened up she had an envelope in her grasp.
"This is the reason I came," she said, proffering the envelope to Don Jamie. "You received a cable in the village. I brought it out to you."
"Gracias," he said with a weak smile; his trembling fingers took the letter. He was now seated in a straight-backed chair by the kitchen table, wondering who could be contacting him by letter.
He slit it open with a small paring knife, drew out the folded paper. Only gradually did he understand its meaning, even as he read it a second time. It was from the Mother Superior at the distant convent.
She had received his letter and had advised Viriliana to visit him as requested. Viriliana would be on the train, arriving at the village the morning of a certain day. His daughter.
He tried to clear his head, tried to ascertain the date. It dawned on him. Tomorrow was the day. The girl, Viriliana, was arriving on the train that following afternoon. The spitt'n image of Eloisa, coming to live here.
He stared down at the paper again. Numbness gradually stole over him. What was the meaning of this now? Was his savior coming to see him-a woman who could relieve once and for all time the memory of Donna Eloisa? Or were new horrors pending? A specter of incest loomed over him.
"Thank you for this," he said flatly to the redheaded peasant girl.
She put a consoling arm around him, sat up on his lap. "I hope it is not bad news," she offered. "Cables usually mean bad news."
Don Jamie laughed, her innocence brightened him.
He put his arms around her as she cuddled closer, her breasts quivering like jelly. The dress Rowena had put on her had a very low-cut bodice, usually worn with a kerchief covering the d'colletage. He gazed down the deep cleavage between the round, white melons of her massive boobs.
He felt the heat from the pear-shaped cheeks of her ass through her dress as she sat perkily on his lap. He had just fucked Rowena to a wild come, and he had just been nearly beaten to death by his own servant. Yet, as the girl sat on his lap and pressed her voluptuous body to him, he was aware of a rising feeling.
He had a hard-on again.
Yes, even at a time like this, he realized, he could not control the lust within himself. It filled him with a sense of wonder and foreboding. The fulfillment he had failed to receive after that long-ago night of death would always come back to haunt him. He could never get enough, never experience satisfaction.
Unless ... unless.
He looked down at the cable one more time. She was coming. Viriliana-reported to him as being a beauty unrivaled on earth-was coming to him. A train was speeding the innocent girl on her way. It would be for only a brief visit, and then she would be returning to the convent forever, returning to take that fateful and final step in becoming a full-fledged nun. Unless something wonderful and miraculous happened to her-to them-during her stay at the estate.
He must make preparations for her. Everything must be perfect. There was so little time.
"We must hurry," he said. A guest is coming to the estate. We must make preparations, Sophia." She smiled up at him, not fully comprehending, and her big breasts jiggled with her movement. "Yes," he went on, "we must hurry, but first ... but first ..." and then he tightened his grip on her voluptuous body, "but first, dear Sophia, we must fuck. Yes we must fuck, Sophia."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following day dawned gray and bleak over the flat farmland of central Spain. When Don Jamie strode out of the mansion-refreshed from a full night's sleep after his liaison with the peasant girl-he drew in a breath of the cool, moist morning air. Today was the day. The carriage already awaited, horses hitched and brass gear gleaming. Macho sat looking straight ahead on the high, coachman's seat.
Don Jamie strode past the towering oak tree that marked the front of the house. He was helped into the coach by Rowena, sat back in the rich leather seat and ordered the coachman on into the village. He watched the devastated farm-land on his estate turn into unspoiled woods and open meadow, till the winding road took the carriage past smaller farms closer into town.
He gazed out the window, saw the poor peasants bending to the tasks in the fields, and allowed himself a contented smile. It would not be long before the carriage brought him into the village, and not very long after that when the train would bring the girl Viriliana to him.
He took an old pocket watch from his vest and glanced at it. He had left good and early, and there would be time for a stop at the inn for some relaxation prior to the arrival of the train.
The carriage passed the train depot and pulled up at the inn, where he quickly left the coach for the comfort of a sidewalk table. There, he was attended by an obsequious waiter, and a glass of sherry was soon before him. He sat watching the passers-by, hurrying on their morning errands or walking to work. Then, as he took a sip of the warming wine, he spotted a woman he knew.
She was a peasant-class creature, moreover, a worthless beggar woman. Her name was Refusio, perfect for her, since in the past the stubborn creature had refused the one request the wealthy Don had ever made of her.
Refusio was a beautiful girl, fine-featured like a noble but full breasted and robust like a peasant. Steadfastly, she had refused the Don's offers of financial help for her wretched family, providing of course she meet with him in a private room at that very inn before which he now sat sipping a sherry.
"Alms for the poor, dear Don Jamie," she said as she stopped on her way past him. "We are desperate, good sir, for the year has been a very bad one for us. I have not seen you in the village for a long time, and perhaps you have not heard how bad things are for the beggars."
"That's as it should be," he grumbled. "Come! Sit with me. Have a glass of wine."
The girl adjusted the tattered kerchief that covered her head, thought about it for a time, then acceded to his wishes. Soon she sat across the small round table from the Don, hanging on his every word.
He watched her carefully, and her attractive features took his mind away from the pending arrival of his daughter at the train station. He felt more relaxed now, from both the wine and the girl's pleasant company, and it was not long before he returned to the only topic of conversation he ever had with Refusio.
It was nothing unusual, and the girl half-expected it. However, today was different in one way. Instead of turning him down, the desperate beggar girl accepted.
It was with nearly as much surprise as anticipation of pleasure that Don Jamie escorted Refusio into a private room on the second floor of the inn. There was just enough time for a pleasant tete-a-tete before the train arrived on its schedule, and he was determined to make the best of it. Apparently, the girl had been forced into these circumstances before, as this was a room set aside for meetings between prostitutes and visiting farmers or businessmen. The clerk had assigned them the room with a wink, and Refusio seemed to know where everything was. Yes things had gotten worse for the beggars since the last time he had been in the old village.
Soon they lay there in the large bed. Don Jamie was aroused at the sight of Refusio's naked body, but his mind's passion was not matched by his body's. Perhaps his heart was on Viriliana, due to arrive and become a part of his life within hours. For the first time in his life, Don Jamie couldn't get it up.
Refusio was more aroused by the encounter than he was. The beggar girl hadn't sold her body often enough yet to be cold to the touch of a man. She was hugging the Don and caressing his hair. She knew of this man's reputation as a stud, and was not deterred by his limp cock. Don Jamie was famous for his indefatigable prick, and the girls vied with one another to have the privilege of servicing him on previous visits to the inn.
The Don's thoughts kept interfering with the fire that started to ignite in his loins. His cock had been fine with Sophia the previous night, and he'd enjoyed a full night's sleep. Furthermore, his dick had risen in his pants several times in the carriage on the trip into the village, as he pictured the beautiful young novitiate getting off the train after her trip from the convent.
His mind drifted back to the terrible events of the day before. Seeing Rowena in the woods with his servant, seeing the thick cook of Macho buried in the soft folds of her pussy had enraged him. It had aroused him also, and he recalled how hard his rod had grown in his pants as he stalked back to the mansion.
He had never in his life known the rage that poured out of him in the kitchen with Rowena. This was true, even though Don Jamie was not a stranger to anger. He recalled that he had harbored a very real desire to kill the woman, if only he could have killed her with his cock.
Her cries still rang in his ears. They had hurt worse than the blows Macho had delivered, punches that still marked his face. When he had stripped for the girl in the small private room, he turned and inspected his back in the mirror above the bureau. Red welts covered his flesh there also.
There had been no denying the hatred in her eyes. He had felt sick at Rowena's words. She had called him a name, he never dreamed a servant woman would call him, and only now was he beginning to understand his feelings for her.
It had all been his fault, he now knew. Macho had only done to her in the woods what any man would do, and he had made her ripe for his cock by deflowering the girl. Remorse overcame Don Jamie, and he had to unburden himself to the beggar girl. He talked to Refusio, telling her in simple and forthright terms exactly what had transpired in his life.
When he was finished, his dick was more limp than before, and he had a bad taste in his mouth.
"Wow," Refusio gasped, taking in a deep breath which expanded her chest and made her tits stick out more. "This Rowena is a very ungrateful babe."
Don Jamie turned to look at her. "I'm not so sure. I haven't done right by her."
"A woman is supposed to forgive a man. She's supposed to put up with his little affairs and all that. A woman's place is to be patient and loving and forgiving."
"She has little choice in life. She must remain as a servant on my estate, or beg in the streets as you have to do, and wear rags."
"You know what I would do, if I were a man?"
"What?"
"What you did. Tie the woman up and fuck her ass till it bleeds. Then, keep her tied up till she turned into a sweet young thing as she should be."
With that, Refusio rolled over onto her side and planted a wet, messy kiss on Don Jamie's mouth.
"Yes," she said. "That is what I would to do an ungrateful broad."
Don Jamie winced, remembering his maid tied to the table, Sophia bound on the kitchen floor, both of them weeping and at his mercy. What kind of a man had he become? What kind of treatment could his innocent young daughter expect at his hands.
Even now, she sped towards her fate on the train, expecting only a polite visit at the estate before she committed herself for all time to the holy life of a nun. Lust for Donna Eloise's daughter rose within him. What flashed into Don Jamie's mind next he closed his eyes, feeling Refusio's wet tongue flicking against the tip of his tongue, was the wild, almost haggard look in Rowena's eyes as she ran towards the barn, her figure caught in the flickering light of the kerosene lantern that hung in front of the mansion.
Was she so afraid of him that she had to sleep in the barn? Had that been it all along? He wondered if any sane woman would share a bed with him. Was there any way he could return to the normal life that would have been his had his tender wife not died in his arms that bitter night, long ago? He shuddered. Viriliana had killed his love.
He realized that it had been with desperation that he had taken the carriage into the village. Here, in this inn that was really a bawdy house, he had come also in desperation. It was a noisy place downstairs, filled with men and women coming and going for illicit purposes. He hated the place. Some of the people had gazed upon his marked face, and with unconcealed curiosity. Many of them knew about his activities with women, for they were regulars at the inn.
He was brought back to the present as Refusio got out of the bed and went to the bureau with the mirror over it. Her ass dimpled as she walked. It was firm and shapely and white, rounded like her fine breasts, which had reddened and perked up at the nipples with his first touch.
She fished around in the drawer, where the girls who used the room apparently kept a supply of needed items. Then she pulled out some items. Don Jamie looked at her with an almost grim expression on his face. When she came back to the bed, she was carrying leather belts, and some ropes. She threw them on his flat, naked belly. Then she crawled back into the bed.
"You enjoyed this kind of sex with Rowena," she said warmly. "Why not with me?"
Don Jamie grinned at her, in spite of himself.
"I don't know," he offered. He pushed the nasty looking gear off his body.
"Do it," she suggested. "Tie me up and do what you did to the maid."
Don Jamie made a gesture of revulsion.
"You have me at a disadvantage. I have been very frank telling you what went on behind closed doors out at my estate."
"I shall tell no one. If that is what arouses you, then you may do it to me, for the pesos we have agreed upon. My family needs the money greatly, and I wish to please the Don. Rowena is your maid, and women like to know who is boss."
"My maid is not that kind of women.
"All women are. The trouble with that bitch is that she's uppity. She was always like that when she came into the village to buy produce. Because she lives out on the hacienda, she believes she is better than the rest of us. You care for her, but she doesn't realize it," the delightful beggar girl said, scratching her nose and stretching.
"I never knew I did before, and now it is too late," he sighed.
"I don't understand why you can't get your cock hard to fuck me. I am beautiful. You always tried to seduce me before. I believe you are really a queer at heart."
Don Jamie had enough damage already done to his male ego that day. He reared up off the pillow, angry. Refusio looked at him with an almost smug smile on her face.
"That's bullshit, and you know it!" he barked at her, his eyes flashing wildly with his anger.
Refusio rubbed her thighs together, and felt her pussy creaming. He was one hell of a man, and Refusio wasn't going to be done out of the best cock she had seen since she set aside her morals to make some needed money for her family. This was also a matter of pride for her, and-who knew-the Don might decided she was the best piece of ass in the village and she might someday be the mistress of the estate.
After all, playing it coy all those times he tried to seduce her didn't work, and in any case she might be the beneficiary of some kind of generosity by this wealthy man.
"Bullshit?" she asked, calculating the effect. "I don't know. You can't get it up.
Don Jamie felt his cock flaring to life with his new anger. It began to pulse with the lusty blood that now coursed into it.
The beggar girl felt it too, against her thigh where it was resting, as he leaned on his elbow and glared at her. Refusio was looking at him blandly. He reached out and grabbed her wrists, and pinned them over her head, against the pillow.
"Come on," she barked, indicating irritation. "Let go of me. I didn't do anything to you."
"You called me a queer."
"Well you are, damn it. Now you let go of me, Don Jamie, or I'm going to scream."
She started to struggle against his hands, wanting exactly what he was going to give her. Nothing like a small beating and a good fucking for what ailed a man, she figured.
Refusio's bra and panties were at the foot of the bed, hanging over the brass rail. Don Jamie jerked her to a sitting position, and grabbed her panties, and with one brutal motion, he shoved them into her mouth. Refusio made strangled, muffled noises against the gag. Don Jamie grabbed her bra, and wrapped it around her mouth, so that she couldn't spit out the panties and scream, trying it in a crude but effectively knot behind her head.
Refusio tried to slap Don Jamie's face; he grabbed her wrists. Reaching for a piece of the rope, he tied her wrists and then attached them to one of the posts of the brass headboard.
The beggar girl was giving it all she was worth.
She kicked out at Don Jamie who grabbed her ankles and pushed them over her head. Exasperated beyond his limited patience, and willing to use anyone as a scapegoat for his troubles at this point, he grabbed another piece of the rope which the girl had brought to the bed, and tied her ankles above her wrists, so that she was almost folded in half.
The sight of her tied up and helpless inflamed his cock to more intense tumescence. Her pink pussy meat glowed with her excitement, and pouted from between her plump white outer lips.
"Call me a queer, will you? I'll show you!" Don Jamie barked.
He hunkered down by her exposed buttocks and placed his raging cock at the entrance to her sweet little pussy.
"M-m-m-m-m," the girl protested, wiggling her buttocks around. Don Jamie was too angry to interpret her manipulations. He didn't care if she were objecting or squealing with pleasure. In either case, he was going to have his way. He'd worry about Rowena later, and about the arrival of another girl in his life.
He wasn't aware that Refusio's thought had been planted in fertile ground, and that he was in the process of unconsciously mulling it over. With one violent thrust, he shoved his raging spear deep into Refusio's twat, finding it tight and wet and snug-fitting,
Refusio's mumbling behind the gag became deeper, more guttural, as she felt his hot, stiff prick piercing her pussy, the shaft driving deeper and deeper, spreading her cuntal walls wide, increasing the pressure which had already built in her belly until her cunt ached with need.
Refusio liked wild sex. She had until recently been virgin and pure, but once she had taken the plunge into sex, nothing could stop her insatiable desire.
The friction of his long, throbbing shaft against the tight, quivering walls of Refusio's soft wet pussy increased the flow of blood to his manly organ, as he rummaged around in the depths of her pussy.
Her position created a different sensation on his prick, as he jammed his massive peter into her over and over again. Refusio shivered in her bonds as the pleasure got stronger and stronger. She felt as if her body were like a long-dormant Volcano. Deep in the pit of her teeming womanhood, she felt the rumbling of her orgasm. She felt as if her body would explode with the wild sensations which coursed through her.
Don Jamie's handsome body was now flushed with his feverish lust. His face distorted with the unbridled passion which coursed through him. His balls swelled and the boiling liquid of his desire built up in a pleasurable pressure, which was just short of demanding release.
His ass rocked back and forth as he pistoned his cock in and out of her sucking snatch. He felt her cuntal walls close in around his raging prick, felt the heat increase in her hot fuck-hole. It permeated his cock and added to the welter of wild emotions which rushed through him.
His body shivered violently, and his skin almost seemed to crawl with the pleasure which had taken possession of him, as he pounded in and out of Refusio's delicious snatch.
His hands moved up and down the backs of her thighs. He savored the taut quivering strained muscles against his palm, and his sense of power and strength surged up in him, swelling his cock in her creaming cunt.
Her juices poured out of her well-stuffed cunt in lavish streams, and flowed down over her ass cheeks. Every time he thrust into her, grinding his hairy pubes against her coated ass cheeks, his hairy balls got wetter and stickier.
The room was redolent with the smell of their sexual excitement. It acted like an aphrodisiac to both of them.
Refusio's eyes were tightly closed, and her face was flushed with her own excitement. The noises behind the gag filled the room, and smote Don Jamie's ears with an almost physical force, as he continued to piston his prick in and out of her cunt, enjoying the hot tingling sensations, as his cock throbbed, and almost vibrated with the pleasure of his control over her, and the feeling of her pussy which was rippling against his dick in the throes of her fantastic orgasm.
Refusio felt as if her body were bloating. She was having trouble breathing in the constrained folded-over position, but the lack of breath only added to the tension which had built in her, and which gripped at her muscles, her flesh, her nerves with a wild delirium.
She felt the orgasm building, felt the sweet panic just before she spiraled upward helpless in its violent throes. Don Jamie's upper lip pressed against his straight white teeth, and he let out a feral growl as he felt his balls contract tightly. He felt his come erupting from his fleshy globes, felt the hot gism searing the narrow channel of his pumping shaft.
Again Refusio squealed behind the gag, as she felt the hot wet kiss of his spunk pouring into her quivering cunt. Her cuntal walls seemed to go mad, as they spastically gripped at the hard-thrusting cock which plugged her pussy.
She wriggled her ass around, as her cunt convulsed, feeling the hot pleasure spread outward, until her whole body was gripped with the sweet, almost harsh tumult which coursed through her. He acted like a madman. His cock spasmed wad after wad of his steaming gism into her.
It mixed hotly with her pussy cream, and swelled the slimy tide which had oozed steadily from her tightly stuffed cunt. Against her quivering, convulsing pussy walls, she felt the hot throb of Don Jamie's dick as he lunged into her over and over again, each inward plunge spewing more and more of his manly juices into her pussy.
Her body felt as if she were being rocked by waves of electricity, as the hot pleasure convulsed her body. She forgot the discomfort of the ropes, forgot her abraded wrists and ankles, as she jerked and writhed in her tethers. Don Jamie felt alternating waves of hot and cold rippling up and down his spine. His asshole felt as if it were on fire with sympathetic pleasure, as he dipped his wick into the girl's honeyed hole over and over again.
The hot wet mass of his liquid lust filled her pussy and spilled over, coating his cock, wetting her pubes, as he ground them lustfully against Refusio's wet and swollen pussy meat.
He felt as if his ejaculation would go on forever, felt as if his balls were a never-ending fountain which jetted forth their load, only to be filled again from some dark, deep, insatiable recess of his trembling, passion-besotted body.
Refusio quivered, and the havoc of her orgasm receded, leaving in its place a warm, calm, peaceful feeling. Don Jamie's body collapsed against her, braced by her up-flung thighs. The pressure of his weight against her strained body made her aware again of her tethered condition. Don Jamie's cock still throbbed, fully erect and hot and hard in her pussy.
She smiled behind the gag. He was She muttered behind the gag, wanting to be let loose.
Don Jamie took his huge prick out of her pussy. It slid out of her cunt with a wet plopping sound, and Refusio felt their combined come-cream oozing out after it, trickling down her ass crack, and pooling on the sheets beneath her ass.
The Don took the ropes off the girl and then removed the gag. As he did so, she curled her arms around his neck and spoke. "I take it all back" she gasped, kissing wetly on the mouth. "You're no queer, Don Jamie. You're no queer."
CHAPTER NINE
A rare feeling of pleasure filtered through the naked body of Don Jamie, as he lay with the beautiful beggar woman, Refusio. He had removed her arms from around his neck and kissed her on the cheek in a fatherly way. Now he was lying back and enjoying the remarkable feeling of contentment that worked its way through his body.
In time he rose and stretched, and then he went over to the window and gazed down into the street below. All was normal, vendors selling their wares in front of the inn from their wagons, and an occasional bicycle bumping past over the old cobble stones of the street. He leaned a little, peaking past the curtains and cast a glance at the depot diagonally across the street.
The train had not pulled in, and there was no sign of activity on the platform beside the tracks.
He stepped aside from the window and went to the mirror over the bureau, inspecting his healing wounds, and then he went into the adjacent bathing room to give himself a cold shower. Refusio had sprung from the bed, and now she followed him in.
"You aren't leaving now, are you?" she asked, grabbing his still powerfully hard and throbbing dick.
"Yes. I am," he said. "I'm going home and take you up on some of your suggestions. However, first I await a guest arriving on the train."
Refusio knelt down and opened her mouth wide, and took in Don Jamie's cock-head. Don Jamie winced and pulled her head off his dick.
"Oh, honey," she purred. "You'll kill your poor maid with this big thing. Let me ..."
Again her mouth moved down over his prick. She sucked in his cockhead, driving her tongue into the pee hole. She smacked her lips and smiled up at him, tasting the warm, musky flavor of his semen, which still oozed from his come slit.
Don Jamie surrendered to her hot, wet mouth. Again he closed his eyes, thinking of Viriliana. For many years he had fucked the girls in the village, and now out on the farm with his maid. They all liked his cock. Perhaps-the girl ... though she had taken vows of celibacy .... Perhaps ...
He was one of the most admired men in the district, and considered quite a catch by the single women. He thought also about Rowena, and was touched by the maid's loyalty. He felt bad about his treatment of the girl. She was probably still in the barn, hiding her sorrow, while he was here, letting Refusio service him a second time. A wave of depression swept over him, for he had never managed to be a man without a conscience.
Again, he thought about the impending arrival of Viriliana, and his mood improved greatly, enough that he could enjoy the ministrations of the beggar girl.
He threw his head back and felt the fire in his loins lick upward in hot tendrils that caused his muscles to contract violently. His balls swelled and got hot with their heavy load, as Refusio's mouth moved up and down on his cock, each downward stroke driving more and more of his prick into her eager sucking mouth.
Don Jamie's cock felt as if it were on fire. He arched his loins outward, and then he began to fuck her mouth, driving his dick deeply into her throat. He felt the pressure of her tongue as she pressed his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
The pressure increased, as he drove more and more of his cock into her gulping throat. Her mouth was like a vacuum, driving the come juice up from his heavily-laden balls into his throbbing shaft.
His hands came down and he ran his fingers through her thick, luxuriant hair, gripping at it, firmly, but gently, massaging her tingling skull, as she sucked on his massive rod.
His buttocks rippled, gleaming with the water from the shower, which poured over him; her distended mouth moved downward until her face was buried in his pubic patch. He felt her warm breath stirring his pubic forest, as she moved up and down on his prick. The shaft quivered.
Her hands moved around to his powerful buns, and she kneaded them, as he humped into her mouth, the tempo of his thrusting speeding up as his lust built in his loins, burning him-seeming to consume his entrails.
His cock swelled in her mouth hotly. Her tongue lashed at his pulsing shaft, and he heard her moan against his cock-head. The vibration of the moan shot through him, made his asshole quiver, and his whole body go tense with delirium.
He felt her soft hands parting his ass cheeks, felt her fingers prying into his asshole. The pressure of his impending orgasm increased, as he felt her finger wriggling around in his asshole. His sphincter muscles gripped at the prying digit, and hot waves of lascivious bliss coursed through him. With a loud bellow, he released his heavy load.
He could hear Refusio gulping loudly, as he shot load after load of his steaming jizz deep into her swallowing throat. He slammed into her almost brutally, feeling the light bite of her teeth as his hairy pubes mashed her mouth, spreading her lips, and exposing him to the stimulation of her teeth.
His body was wet now with sex sweat, and the steaming spray from the shower which continued to beat down on his body. He shot the last of his load, and his body relaxed suddenly. The pit of his belly vibrated with the hot after effects of his second ejaculation of the day. This one was far more pleasurable than the one he had had with either Rowena or Sophia the day before.
He gasped, his chest heaved, as he tried to normalize his passion-spent breathing. His cock was still erect, and it was throbbing madly. Don Jamie knew that only another orgasm could soften his raging hard-on. His desire was too much to ignore.
Also, he had an urge to satisfy this lustful young beggar girl. She was doing her best by him, and he felt that one good turn deserved another. He wasn't going to leave the inn without satisfying the delectable Refusio.
She looked up at him, licking her lips, and smiling. Her cheeks and chin were dripping with the semen she couldn't swallow, and it flecked her full, ripe lips. Her soft hand gripped his prick again.
"You never call it quits, do you?" she asked, rubbing his throbbing cock against her seamen-covered cheek.
Don Jamie, kneeling down on the floor of the tub, pushed her backward. He looked down at her ripe body, and felt the pulsing of his prick get stronger, as he looked at her lush curves, and the soft whiteness of her skin. It wasn't as white as Rowena's, but it was lovely.
He pulled her toward him by his legs, until her knees were bent over his shoulders, and her muff was inches from his face. Then he buried her cunt in his open, sucking mouth.
"A-h-h-h-h," she sighed, tossing her head from side to side in the tub, as Don Jamie blew gently on her swollen throbbing pussy meat.
He opened his mouth wide, and captured her whole cunt in his mouth. He could feel her hairs tickling the roof of his mouth, as he sucked on the pungent sweetness of her pussy meat. Her juices flowed freely. Refusio started to wriggle her pussy against his mouth, her little ass cheeks rippling as she drove her pussy against Don Jamie's hard-sucking mouth.
He ran his tongue from her teeming hole upward, over the swollen folds of her pink sensitive sex flesh, until the tip of his tongue made hot contact with her elongated little love button.
He bit on it gently, and Refusio squealed. Her humping motions became harder and harder and more demanding against his mouth, ass gripping her little love nubbin at its base, between his teeth; he lashed at it with his tongue.
He felt it grow more, felt her juices pouring out of her cunt, staining his chin with aromatic flow. His hands moved upward over her quivering belly, to her gorgeous tits. He started to palm them, moving his sweating hand over the resilient flesh, feeling it give beneath his hand. Her nipples tightened against his palm into hard little buttons.
The more he caressed her, the hotter she got. She whimpered as the passion built. Don Jamie's tongue moved steadily up and down over the crevices of her pussy. He dug his tongue into the slimy aromatic folds, flattening out the petals of her flesh, savoring the taste and the velvety-soft feel of her labia.
He moved his teeth from her clit-as she moaned wildly, her hips humping upward-and started to nip at the tips of her labial folds, driving her crazy. Then he tightened his tongue and drove it into her quivering little hole, feeling her cuntal walls tighten around the tip of his tongue.
His tongue quickly became coated with the evidence of her lust, as he drove her crazy.
His hands tightened slightly on her boobs. He buried his fingertips into the fleshy wealth of her large jugs. He felt them swell with her passion as he continued to tease her muff.
His teeth moved from the bloated, folds of her sex flesh to the top of her pussy. He chewed on her hairs, pulling on them, causing her to squeal with the delightful sting, as some of the hairs were pulled from her white outer flesh.
Again he drove his tongue into the wet soggy swamp of her lust. Her juices flowed rapidly now, trickling out of her quivering hole, and making a gleaming, rivulet of her ass crack.
His hands cupped her firm round buns; and he kneaded the soft flesh. The flesh of her buns was soft, almost as soft as her tit flesh, but firmer. He could feel the contractions of her ass muscles, as she drove her muff against his hard-working mouth.
His mouth made wet sucking noises, as he devoured her cunt, covering every inch of her with his tongue, teasing her clit, and then driving his tongue into her little hole again. His cheeks and chin were covered with the pungent effluence of her desire. She started to grunt.
Don Jamie mashed his face harder against her pussy; he started to suck on her juices. As he savored the ripeness of her womanly flow, it occurred to him that he had never eaten a pussy that had tasted half this good. At the thought, he dug deeper into Refusio's pussy.
She started to pant, her breath hissing from her passion-constricted throat. Her hips went out of her rational control, and she humped her body violently against Don Jamie's hard-sucking mouth. Her juices gushed out.
Don Jamie's mouth went crazy on her cunt as she started to come. He drove his tongue deeply into her convulsing pussy, and then lapped upward, until he felt hard clit, which he lashed furiously. Her thighs gripped at the sides of his head, cutting off all sound, except the inner sound of his own hard-working tongue.
The folds of her flesh seemed to kiss his lips as he pressed his mouth against the flower-like folds of her cunt, lashing at her soft flesh furiously, as she climaxed. As her orgasm peaked, she kicked her heels against his back. Her whole body quivered wildly, as she surrendered to the tumultuous pleasure.
Finally the spasm eased up. She let out an enormous whoosh of breath, and then lay, shivering with the after-glow of her orgasm, looking adoringly at Don Jamie. He stood up and helped her to her feet. She pressed her soft warm body into his and kissed him. She could taste her cunt cream on his mouth.
She drove her tongue into his mouth and Don Jamie sucked on it, feeling her pussy grinding against his hairy loins, feeling his cock throbbing powerfully against their pressed-together bellies.
Don Jamie soaped up and showered, and then left the bath. Refusio pleaded with him to stay.
"I charge you no pesos for this," she said, as he was pulling on his pants. "After all," she continued wistfully, massaging the warm lump, "I haven't taken care of this yet."
Don Jamie laughed, and then he stood up to put on his shirt.
"I have something to take care of," he said, "and it is nothing you can help me with."
"Let me go with you." Her voice was a plea, and she pulled down his zipper-which he had just pulled up-and reached for the warm, solid piece of cock meat within.
"Don't take it personally, Refusio," he said. "It has nothing to do with you, and that's why you can't help me with it. A visitor comes on the train, and I must deal with that as best I am able."
As he strode towards the door, he heard the train whistle blow in the distance, then heard it again, coming ominously closer. He reached a hand for the door, heard the beggar girl calling back. He glanced over his shoulder.
The girl was squatting on the rumpled bed, naked.
"Do you want these?" she asked.
She was holding up the ropes with which he had bound her.
"I don't think I will need them " he said. Then he thought for a second before adding, "I have plenty of that kind of thing on the hacienda.
With that he turned to leave, and as he passed out into the hall, the girl blew him a kiss. He didn't see it, because he was in too big a hurry, and soon he was out on the street, then inside the depot.
He walked out onto the platform in time to see the train come screeching to a halt before him, and then he waited for the sight of his daughter.
Don Jamie stood mutely, staring up at the passenger car stairwell. Some peasants were bustling off, carrying their goods in bundles. Perhaps they were visiting relatives in the district, because if they were coming here looking for prosperity they had been misinformed. The last of them, an old woman stepped unsteadily down the stairs to the platform, and then there was no one.
Had Viriliana changed her mind? Was she not coming for the promised visit? Don Jamie fumbled unconsciously with the cable in his pocket for the letter from the Mother Superior.
Then he saw her. She wore dull garments, a thick sweater over a bulky gray skirt, and her hands and most of her face were covered by an old scarf as she turned to the side to watch her step descending to the platform.
As she reached it, she looked up, and Don Jamie got a full view of her face, surrounded by hair the color and texture of corn silk peeking out on all sides of the scarf.
She was beautiful!
No, she was an angel.
Such a face Don Jamie had never seen in his life, and his heart jumped at the sight.
"V ...Viriliana, I believe," he managed to say out of a choked throat. "I ... I'm your father, Don Jamie."
She extended a hand for him to briefly shake, but she did not smile. "I am she," was all the girl said. "I am Viriliana, your daughter."
"My servant will take care of your baggage," he said, smiling nervously. "Let us go to my carriage. Your journey has been long, and I believe you will wish to go quickly to the hacienda."
She nodded, and he escorted her across the breadth of the wooden platform. Everyone-without exception-stared at the girl. It was as if an angel had descended from the heavens.
CHAPTER TEN
The visit of the daughter he lusted after was coming to an end. He had had the carriage break down once to prevent her from leaving. A second time he had pretended to be ill so she would stay with him a little longer.
Having her there had rejuvenated him. He felt like working the land again. Felt like living again. They had played a game where Viriliana dressed in her mother's wedding gown, complete with the flowers.
At first she was scandalized, until he told her that she was really to be the bride of Christ.
One evening, she had been sleep walking and had come into his room, dressed in a filmy night dress. She looked so lovely, so angelic, that the man was nearly torn apart by the feelings and emotions in both his body and mind. He knew that he must have her ... and that he must not have her.
That was the evening that Don Jamie almost raped the poor girl. But then the time came when he could no longer put off the departure.
It was then that then Don Jamie enlisted Rowena's aid in the plan of last resort. She brought him a vial of sleeping tablets, and on the night before the girl's departure, he slipped her enough of the drug to make her listless, perhaps uninhibited, but not enough to knock her unconscious. Then, he and the maid carried the girl's limp form into his bedroom, and after Rowena left and closed the door behind herself, the Don began removing his jacket.
Soon he was naked, and as his swiftly moving hands glided over her body, she was quickly naked too. Never in his life had he seen a body like this one. Even Donna Eloisa was not flawless, but this girl was. Her skin was like a baby's, pure and unmarked and perfect. Her breasts, which had been hidden under the bulky clothes of thick material she wore, were huge. Yet, they were hard and round and shaped like perfect melons, such as once grew in profusion on his estate.
The nipples were tiny and pink and shaped like little cylinders, surrounded by softly puffed halo's of flesh. As he gazed at them, they perked up gently, a sign of passion growing in the semiconscious girl's body.
His own passion was indicated by the huge hard-on that stuck out from his patch of curly black pubic hair. He gazed up and down the length of her body. Her belly was flat and smooth, the vee of her pussy hair a velvety fine field of blonde hairs, and he could only imagine the perfect pear-shaped ass that sprouted from the white pillars of her thighs, as she lay on her back on the bed.
He climbed over her, set the mushroom-shaped head of his dick against the soft, thick outer lips of the girl's virgin's cunt. Then he rose over her, supporting himself on his knees and elbows, and then he began to lower himself.
Slowly, and with wild excitement to Don Jamie, his dick began to penetrated. The blunt head met the resistance of Viriliana's maidenhead, and then he hesitated. Could he do his? Could he rape this innocent and saintly young girl? Passion filled him, but conscience would not let him go further. She was his daughter.
If he let her up, let the drug wear off, she might not remember what he started to do. Yet, if he proceeded, he might win her over. She might be excited by his powerful cock. Other women were. And she might decide that the life of leisure she would lead as mistress of his estate was far better than the life of poverty and hardship she would encounter as a nun.
Another thought occurred to him. He had heard of young women who contemplated the cloistered life. They had been assaulted, raped, through no fault of their own. Yet, perhaps because they considered it an omen, or perhaps because of their disgrace and humiliation, they had given up the notion of becoming a nun since they considered themselves rendered impure.
Of course, there was a will to be sensuous as well as a will to be pure in every one of these girls-as there was in him-and as there must be in this marvelous creature beneath his sweating body. Who knows, a powerful thrust of his cock might swing the balance.
Then, determined to give it one last try, resolved that he would make every last effort to win this girl for his own, he pushed inward with all the strength in his loins. The girl's cherry would not budge, but then-when he put all his weight into it-there was a terrified scream from the girl and her head came off the pillow.
He felt the barrier burst, and then his hard cock slid inward. He paused for just a second to get his breath back, and then he began to fuck her like crazy. Up and down the naked spheres of his ass bounced, in and out of her cunt his cock thrust. Again and again he pounded into her, fucking like he had never fucked before, fucking his own flesh!
The pain pulled the girl out of her drug-induced stupor. She looked up to see the sweating grunting face of Don Jamie over her, and in a flash of horror she realized he was fucking her pussy. Viriliana felt as if she were all cunt. Her body seemed to bloat, to swell outward, as the heat of her passion rose to almost unendurable peaks.
Yes, it was passion she felt. This sensuous woman forced into a convent at an early age felt the natural lust of her body coming out through the humiliation, through the pain-as the strong Don Jamie fucked her cunt.
He was driving his cock in and out of her like a wild creature of the woods. She felt a strange new sensation fill her body, make her tits tingle, and realized it was an orgasm. She tried to stop it, but it was not possible, and she came
She felt her thick honey gushing hotly from her well-stuffed cunt. Don Jamie's cock was as hard and hot as ever. He drove it deeply into her, increasing the feverish heat of her lust, driving her crazy with passion.
Tears trickled hotly over her cheeks. She was racked by a confusion of feelings, pain, guilt, and fantastic sense of release.
Ah, release. It was that feeling of being let loose not only from the immediate tension of her lust, but from all the restrictions of her upbringing, that gave the girl such a splendid sense of pleasure.
Yet, the awareness of the capabilities of her body also brought fresh tears to her eyes, adding to those caused by the pain of her rape. She panted; her heaving chest pressing her magnificent swollen tits against Don Jamie's chest. Her nipples were puckered and they tingled with hotly pleasurable sensations of their own.
She arched her chest up to rub her bloated boobs against Don Jamie's broad and powerful torso. Viriliana had the feeling that she was going slowly mad as Don Jamie drove his prick in and out of her, each inward thrust causing the fire in her loins to flare even hotter. The fires of her lust threatened to consume her whole body, as she whimpered and writhed under the man whose sperm had made her.
She arched her hips up, begging for more, demanding more. She wanted to feel Don Jamie's balls stuffing her incredibly hot, hungry twat.
Over and over again, Don Jamie's drooling, bulbous cock-head rummaged around in the depths of her teeming womanhood. His throbbing shaft massaged the itching walls of her pussy, the soft abrasion of his man-flesh against her woman-flesh raising her fever even higher.
Her muscles grew taut as Don Jamie's hard spear pierced her womanhood over and over again. She surrendered to the hot, wild fucking which was giving her such pleasure.
Again and again she opened her eyes, to stare up at the man's passion-distorted face, reassured that it was he. She would slip into a crazy guilt-ridden hallucination in which she was being fucked by the devil himself!
Sometimes, when she shut her eyes now she saw that young priest. The one who had visited the convent and who had caused such a maidenly stir among the novitiates. Now she understood what the stir was about. But every time she opened her eyes it was Don Jamie, but when the lids slipped shut once again she saw different men-men she'd heard about, men she'd seen pictures of in a newspaper that found its way into the convent, men she had just dreamed up for herself.
She knew at this moment of ravishment that she was not destined to be a nun.
Each time Don Jamie pounded into her, the passion soared even higher, till Viriliana felt as if she were being tossed on a hot, wet sea of com and sex sweat, and all the secret juices that lurk in a woman's body, ready to boil at a moment's notice.
The fleshy pleasure of Don Jamie's thick spear gliding in and out of her evilly spasming cunt filled her with an incredible, hot ecstasy. She arched up against his body, awed by her own strength.
She started to struggle again, as she felt the first bite in her womb of another monstrous orgasm, which threatened to inundate her mind, to drive her reason berserk.
Don Jamie worked his arms under her back, and pressed her against him; Viriliana was grateful for the tight embrace. She felt as if she were going to float out into space, her body lost for eternity on a frothing cloud of come and lust.
The fiery ecstasy of her incipient orgasm caused her cuntal walls to ripple, and the rippling became rhythmic as it increased in intensity. She felt her cuntal walls close in around Don Jamie's cock, tightly, felt all her muscles coil tightly, as if ready to spring, shooting her body out into space, or drawing her into Don Jamie's belly-or was it that priest's-or some other man-or the devil himself?
Her eyes blurred with passion, and at last she could not tell who the man was who was fucking her cunt. And she realized with a shudder that she did not really care. She cared only for the fact that she was in ecstasy, and that was really all that she wanted.
And so she took it with all her body, feeling certain that her soul was now damned to an eternal torment. But the feelings in her body had taken over. She was a woman, not a would-be Saint. She would have to work out the problems. All she wanted at the moment was to learn the arts of love so that she could please this wonderful man who had been the unknown focus of all her dreams.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The winter had come, hiding the wasted fields beneath a blanket of soft white down. Then spring, had been early, turning the snow to live-giving water.
The furrows had been dug and the seeds planted, and cattle had been bought to eat the rich pasturage raised by the wet spring. Seed bulls were already mating with cows, and the hacienda of Don Jamie was bustling.
Inside the great house, its remodeling almost complete, the smells of baking and cooking filled the air. The head maid, Rowena, was directing traffic though the busy kitchen, as the foreman-named Macho-brought in another load of firewood from outside.
Upstairs, the master of the hacienda stretched his naked form languidly beneath a fresh sheet. He turned to the side, admiring the perfect profile of his young wife, as she stirred, then rolled towards him. He put his protecting arm about her smoothly curved shoulder, drawing her naked body to his own. And then he felt his cock stir!
"My darling," he whispered. "My long lost loved one." The feelings of guilt about being responsible for the death of his lovely wife were gone. His new wife had worn the dress, the flowers. Everything. They were at one now.
And she responded, turning her angelic face up towards his. "My dearest," she murmured, before their lips met.
"Oh darling," Don Jamie gasped, as the kiss broke off. "My darling Viriliana!" The dream was in his own bed. Had become his for as often as he needed her.
Their embrace turned passionate. The Don's powerful arms pressed the slim girl to his torso, her large firm breasts flattening against the muscular plates of his manly chest. His lips opened wide, covering her smaller mouth, and then his tongue slid inside. The tips of their tongues converged, tickling one another, jousting, tormenting. No matter how familiar it was, it was always new with this lovely girl.
The strong man pushed the girl over on her back beneath the crisp muslin sheet, his own form drawing fully over her. His cock needed no guidance, finding the soft nest of pubic hair that hid the moist slit of her tender young pussy. She raised her thighs for him, and he nudged the swollen cock-head in between the dewy petals of her cuntal lips. It slipped into the opening and he edged forward, spreading those lips and invading deep into her body.
"M-m-m-m-m," she signed, as she had many times since their wedding. "Enter me, father," she begged. "Fill me with your cock."
Gladly, the Don did as she asked, sliding his hard bone all the way into the tight sheath of her sweet young pussy, gliding on a slick path, lubricated by the secretions of her girlish excitement.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me hard.
Don Jamie felt the tip of his dick strike the mouth of her womb, and then he drew his rod slowly outward, leaving only the thickened cock-head between her cuntal lips, he paused, then returned his stiff pecker into the well sheath of her teaming cunt.
He began to stroke the girl rhythmically, rocking his bone in and out, feeling the waves of warm pleasure wash over his naked body. The ropes were another memory, or had they been a dream of his inflamed mind. He didn't know. Didn't care as he fucked this lovely girl who responded to his every move ... as if she knew what he was going to do before he did it.
"Oh, that's it," Viriliana signed, "that's the way to fuck me, father. O-h-h-h. Fuck me like that. Keep on fucking me like that. Don't stop. Never stop."
The Don was picking up speed now, drilling his rapacious tool in and out of her tightly clasped cunt at a feverish pace. This was heaven for him, as it had been every day since the marriage he had so cunningly arranged first began. It had all been a mistake, you see. The girl from the convent had not been his daughter at all. Why, she was the daughter of distant noblemen, her name a mere coincidence. So the story had gone out, and everyone in the village had believed it. No one of course contacted the distant convent. There was no need to. Don Jamie was their nobleman. To question him would have been dangerous.
Besides, they reasoned in the peasant minds, was not her golden hair so different from the shiny black helmet atop the Don's head, and had not his late wife also been darkly coifed?
Much money had changed hands, but for the Don it was money well spent. His whole life had changed since his wedding, and it was as if he were once again a young man.
Viriliana's life had changed also. No longer did she face the loss of the only man who had ever loved her. She knew now that her father would never send her away again. The marriage was her assurance, and so was his unbridled lust for her body. She was in love with his cock! Never again would she have to dream of a lover. Always would she have a real one, flesh and blood, panting and sweating, for the Don never lost his desire. His desired for her mounted with each stroke.
Even now, he fucked brutally over her, pressing her limp body to the mattress. Again and again he drove his wicked spear into her pussy, fucking, fucking, madly fucking. And she responded, bucking her loins upward to meet each of his powerful thrusts with a lunge to her own. Their pubic mounds met repeatedly, as the thick rod of hot, manly flesh buried itself in the tight confines of her fiery twat.
"Oh, just a little more, father." Viriliana gasped. "Just a few more strokes will bring me off. I'm almost there, almost coming."
Encouraged, the Don stroked her pussy harder. He dug his stiff poker all the way into her narrow cuntal crack, fucking like a wild animal, banging in and out with murderous pace. The girl gasped, tightening her grip around his powerful back, digging her long fingernails into the flesh of his muscular shoulders.
"OH. That's it!" she cried out with a shudder. "Oh! I'm coming now, dear father. "OH. Ohh. O-h-h-h.
The Don was coming too, shooting his hot seed deeply into the molten depths of his young bride's tightly grasping cunt. He shot off again and again, filling her pussy with the honey of his big balls, as her whole body shivered with the completion of her climax. His last burst of gism entered her, and then his cock nested inside her twat.
At last the Don was still. At last he was satisfied.
In the great kitchen below, and throughout the house, in the barn teeming with livestock and in the fields of fresh-planted crops all sound, everything was well. The talk was of a good harvest in the fall, and the impending wedding of two of the long-time servants in the hacienda. Rowena and Macho were to wed, and a house for them would be built on a rise overlooking the tree-lined stream.
Upstairs, all was well too. Don Jamie lay in peace, a man reborn. This was surely a marriage made in heaven.
