She was so close, she had stroked herself to the brink of orgasm countless times before he had arrived and before she knew it, she was bursting with hot backbreaking spasms, crying out and grinding her groin up into his as she came. He was coming too, groaning and clutching her, squirting hot rockets of semen into her. Tangled on the floor in rapturous spasms, they came hotly and sweetly, gasping and fucking wildy with guiltless passion....
CHAPTER ONE
It was intertwining deceptions and the dastardly Dutch that sent me hurrying out the side door of my father's house, into the misty darkness without drawers on. But most of all, it was to save my father from the wrath of the King. My determination was strong as I allowed the ever faithful Rippley, to hand me into the carriage.
I shall never forget the look on Rippley's face that night.
"Tis folly! Ye not be changin' yer mind?"
I shook my head and settled stubbornly back into the plush furs.
"Tis my opinion yer father would rather be giving his head to the king than be freed at such a price."
The door snapped shut. A moment later, Rippley whipped up the horses. The carriage jerked and rumbled briskly along the cobblestone street.
As I am wont to do when troubled, I raised my many petticoats and stroked the morsel of flesh at the uppermost end of my pussy.
I thought about what Rippley said. It was true. Father blamed Turney Hind, Earl of Shaftstall for throwing England into a second, senseless war with the Dutch.
Yet it was also the King that father had spoken sharply of. And even if the civilized year of 1665, the guillotine took the heads of many who would speak out against His Majesty.
I loved and honored my father. I was a proper daughter, never being disobedient, for I was the only family father had left. Mother died of consumption when I was only three. Then, two years past, my brother died by the sword, in a dual over a woman who was not worth the sacrifice. Father was all I had also. He must not die.
A part of me was cognizant of the fact that father should not die, yet another part of me refused to acknowledge it as truth. I was young, and yet afraid to trust the information that popped into my head from nowhere.
Until now, I have never disobeyed my father. Just as everything about our life had changed, I had changed, too. I knew very well that father would never approve of what I was about.
My excitement built. I spread my legs wide open and naughtily frigged myself. My juices soaked the back of my petticoats.
What proper lady, what dutiful daughter, would be slipping through the darkened streets to keep a tryst with Turney Hind, Earl of Shaftstall? Father would be furious.
It made little difference if the war had been the fault of the earl or the king. Court intrigue was high and rumors flew like birds in the sky. One did not know what to believe. Knowing would not change the outcome for father. He was ruined. It was up to me to change that.
The Dutch had boarded and seized four of father's ships, taking the cargo and killing most of the crew. One Barquentine had been fired upon and sank with all cargo and crew aboard. Grieved and bitter, father had spoken out publically against the earl and the king.
Then came the worst disaster of all. My father's displeasure had reached the king's ears. Early the next morning, still in his nightshirt, father was dragged from his bed, by the king's men, and thrown into Newgate.
Never was there a more vermin infested (both human and animal) hell-hole than Newgate. I shivered to think of father there. It strengthened my resolve to get him out at any price even fucking the earl.
I came copiously, but my itch was far from satisfied. I raised my petticoat in back and wiggled my fanny into the thick, tickly furs. Then, I continued to frigg myself, squeezing and fondling my breasts and nipples.
I had curtsied to the Earl of Shaftstall at several social occasions. Although a tradesman, father's money had opened many doors for me over the years, and this was one time I was thankful for it.
Bravely, I had sent a message to the earl, begging him to speak to the king on father's behalf.
The earl replied immediately, asking if he might take high tea with me at five o'clock that afternoon. We would speak of father then.
I couched a reply that I would be delighted to receive him.
Later that morning, a second message was delivered. It was from Nicot Chamberlain, the Frenchman who had recently declared his undying love for me, and asked my father for my hand in marriage.
Rudely brief, Nicot regretted that our engagement must be broken, for he was returning to France immediately and knew not when he would return to England.
Perhaps it was best that Nicot turned out to be a popinjay. After all, I would have had to break our engagement if he hadn't. Yet, I sincerely regretted not having balled him, for he was a handsome devil.
My hands flew over my shivery flesh. I tugged on my nipples and squirmed against the furs.
I found the Earl of Shaftstall very entertaining and informative over tea. I did not speak of the thoughts uppermost in my mind.
After we had eaten and drank two cups of strong tea, the Earl rose, using the silver-headed staff he was never without to assist him.
He had taken a sword through his leg when the King invaded England and clashed with Cromwell's Army. Despite the severe wound, he had escaped to Normandy with him.
He went a few paces, then turned, a pinched, white look around his lips. He waited expectantly for me to speak.
"I want my father out of Newgate. Will you help him, my Lord?"
"I will, if you will help me," was his swift retort, which made me believe he had been prepared with his answer.
"I will help you. Just tell me how."
He shook his head.
"Do not be so quick to give your word. For once given, you are bound to honor it."
The Earl turned and paced across the room then back again.
"Women are flattered by my attentions. Yet none will have me now, because of this."
Gently, he tapped the staff against his game leg.
"I may have the king's ear, but I do not have the ability to manage the minuet." His smile was sad.
I realized that Lord Shaftstall was not an ugly man. Perhaps it was his loneliness-his sadness that made him appear older than his forty years. A strange feeling stirred in me, of compassion and regard, for he was a kind man.
"Any lady would be proud to be your wife, I am certain, my Lord."
For long, breathless seconds, we appraised each other.
"Words. Quickly uttered. Would you marry me then of your free will? Or do I first have to agree to use my power to free your father from Newgate?"
I was shocked. "You would wish to marry me, my Lord?"
"Yes, yes, girl, haven't you been listening? I want a wife." He was cross with me. "A son. ... I have two daughters from my first marriage."
"My-my father does wish me to marry, but he...." I could not hurt the earl by telling him that father would not approve of him as my husband, yet he knew.
"Your father is in no position to protest your choice of a husband. I will not cheat you, but free your father and make an ample settlement for your hand on top of it."
"Settlement?"
"If you agree to become Lady Hind, I will not only free him, but build him a new ship or two. You would be a lady of title. Surely, he would not say nay to that?"
"Why would you do all this-asking only in return that I become your wife?"
"I need a son. It is in your power to give me one. I must beget soon. I grow old and am not in great favor with the king any longer. I have wealth, land, titles, which the king will seize upon my death, if I have no heir."
Dazed, I gazed at the Earl. He was not handsome. Still, if one did not know of his infirmity, one would only be aware of the strength of his body as well as his aristocratic bearing. I did not find him lacking. Yet I did not know what to do. I knew how father would feel about the matter, yet I was desperate to get him out of Newgate before he was hanged.
"May I have until tomorrow to collect my thoughts?"
He nodded. "Send a messenger to my estate outside of London before noon tomorrow. There isn't much time, and it is reported that the guards at Newgate have already taken the whip to your father."
"Oh, no!" I raised my hand to my face in horror. "One last thing."
The Earl of Shaftstall paused in the hall and turned to face me.
"As Lady Shaftstall, you would be obliged to do everything-EVERYTHING-I ask of you, in or out of our private chamber."
I felt my pussy twitch and blushed.
"I would expect to be a wife to you in all ways, my Lord."
Thinking of the earl shoving it up me, I squirmed on the furs, and thrust my cunt upward and came again. My girl goo puddled on the animal skins. I took a moment to rearrange my clothing, letting my thoughts move on to the rest of his warning.
"Be warned that I have my-peculiarities. Speaking quite frankly, madam, I will use you sexually as you have never dreamed a man would use his wife, or even his mistress." His finger gently stroked my flushed cheek.
This declaration did not bother me, since I knew him to be such a strict religious man. I believed that what he thought peculiar, I would likely find normal and wickedly exciting.
"Do not misunderstand me. I will love you, honor you as my wife, and protect you from all. Yet I will have my way with you in the bedroom."
He took his leave. Imaginings of the earl fucking me, and what other 'peculiar' things he might do to me, made me hot between the legs.
I thought to send a message to my best friend, Missy Wakefield, asking her to come for one of our special 'chats'. By extreme effort, I convinced myself there were many more important things to do than lick pussy.
Instead, I called Rippley to me. For not only was Rippley my protector, he was my friend as well as my father's. And he was vociferous in his disapproval when I told him of the Earl's proposal. Still, he could come up with no other means of saving father. Hearing of the lash finally won him over.
"Whoa."
The sound of Rippley's voice brought me out of my reverie. The carriage rolled to a stop.
Ominously large, Rippley opened the door to assist me out. Alighting from the carriage, I found my knees weakened, I thought I might fall. I fought down my panic.
"My dear." The Earl took my arm with a gentle, understanding smile. He glanced at Rippley.
"That will be all."
Gathered mist streamed down Rippley's dark face. A fierce furrow split his forehead; the same frown drug his bushy eyebrows low. The scar on his chin shone white in the lantern light. I was afraid of what my old friend might do. Rippley loved me as I loved him. He had comforted me, protected me, and advised me since I was a wee child. I saw the anger in him.
He didn't budge. His deep voice was dangerously calm.
"One thing be clear between us. The lass be keepin' her part of the bargain tonight. Ye best be keepin' yers, else ye'll not care ta see another dawnin'.
I was quick to place my hand on the Earl's sleeve.
"Forgive my old friend. He speaks out of love for me."
I turned to the big man then.
"Within the hour, I will be married to the Earl of Shaftstall. He is a kindly man. Ease your mind. Leave me now. Return tomorrow morning, for we go to Newgate for father."
"Aye," he said and turned away.
Inside the darkened church, the bishop awaited us. For a reason unknown to me, the earl insisted our marriage be kept secret. Only a few alter candles burned. Two other people were present. I saw not their faces or knew their names.
My head was spinning as the bishop spoke. In a daze, I heard myself and Lord Hind speak the required words. Automatically, I knelt, I prayed, I arose, and I signed the paper that was placed in front of me.
I do not remember much about the carriage ride to my husband's estate. I do remember entering his bedchamber.
The Earl firmly shut the door behind us and locked it. I thought it odd that he would find it necessary to lock his servants out of his bed chamber.
A cozy fire burned in the grate, and I went toward its warmth. At sight of a man rising up from the bed, I froze.
Lord Hind didn't seem at all surprised. He took my arm and propelled me toward the tall, silent figure. I could not see the man's face clearly, for it was hidden in shadow.
"My nephew, Raynor, a virile young cock. Well-what do you think of Lady Hind?"
"Despite your reassurance to the contrary, I steeled myself to bed a war horse. Now I marvel at your sacrifice-even for an heir."
The man's voice was heavily laden with sarcasm. He bowed over my head. His hot tongue licked it, setting me atingle.
I shot a fearful glance at the earl. I wanted no trouble between the two men.
The earl beamed at his nephew as Raynor spoke to me again.
"My pleasure, my sensual Lady Hind."
I barely managed to catch my breath before I lost it again.
Lord Hind said, "I warned you of my oddities, my dear. Remember, you are my wife now, and must do as I demand."
He tossed the cane on a red velvet chaise.
"I cannot give you sons. The task has fallen to Raynor. He will seduce you, Lady Hind, while I sit here and sip my whiskey."
I was stunned.
"Seduce?" Raynor scoffed. "Why the delicate words, uncle? Despite you, England is no longer a Puritan Commonwealth. Say what you mean."
"The child is not yet used to hearing vulgarities."
Raynor laughed. "Then she had better get used to hearing them, eh? We both lust after words like tit, pussy and cock."
Raynor turned to me.
"My uncle wishes to watch me stick my cock into your pussy and fuck the shit out of you."
I found the whole situation exciting, and quite to my liking, yet funny. Although I dared not crack a smile. Men thought all women innocent and prudish.
I wondered what they would think if they knew all the words I had uttered to Missy and she to me while our tongues frigged each other's pussies.
Hot, I eyed Raynor's crotch. This marriage was becoming more and more to my liking, and I could not wait to tell Missy of it.
My husband moved to a table beside the fire and poured two whiskeys.
Raynor accepted the whiskey from his uncle. In the firelight, I saw how handsome he was. His eyes glittered as he looked at me, and so did my husband's.
To show them both what I was made of, I casually began to unhook my bodice. After all, if my husband wanted me to fuck this man, then he should not protest if I disrobed before him.
Neither man moved or spoke as I brazenly removed my clothing. I think they were both astounded that I chose to do so on my own.
For months I had wanted a man inside me. I had thought to have the earl, but his nephew was perfectly acceptable to me. If my sons grew into Raynor's image, my father and Lord Hind would have not one reason for complaint.
Raynor sat his whiskey down and began to loosen his own clothing.
"Damn me, Uncle, you married a hot little wench. I thought you said she was a virgin."
"I am a virgin," I murmured softly. Raynor snorted.
"And I am the king of England."
Raynor questioned his uncle.
"You did make certain?"
The Earl rose and limped over to me.
I let my chemise slip to the floor and stood naked and proud before him.
"Lie back upon the bed. I wish to probe your-uh-pussy to verify that you still possess the virgin skin."
"I have told you I do. Will you call your wife a liar?"
"If you do possess your maidenhead, I shall never doubt you again. Now lie back."
I decided I would not mind feeling his finger up my cunt. So, I climbed the little steps to the high bed and reclined on it.
The earl parted my legs and lifted my knees.
I was breathing unevenly, not out of fear, but from exceptional excitement.
Both men's eyes were on my sparsely furred pussy.
My husband gently inserted his finger into my little hole. Deeper and deeper he worked it, his teeth sinking into his lower lip with the effort.
I gasped and tried to lay still. Before long, my dry hole turned into a moist pocket. There was a small pain as his finger nail butted against my virgin flesh.
Feeling the membrane, the earl gave a hearty grunt of satisfaction. "It is secure."
Grinning, and much excited, the earl stepped back.
Raynor was naked now and the size of his out-thrust cock took my breath away. The head looked like the huge mushroom I had found in the forest once.
"It's so big!"
I wondered if taking a prick the first time would hurt as much as Missy proclaimed it did. She should know, for she had long since given up her maidenhead. I shivered, wanting cock, yet afraid.
My husband said, "Raynor is right. You must learn to call things by their rightful names, sweet. His cock is big! During our soirees, you must speak and act like a filthy, craving whore. All other times, you will speak and act as befits a lady of title."
"Yes, my Lord Hind," I replied submissively.
He perkily pinched one my nipples, pleased with my acceptance, and looked to his nephew.
"There are no restrictions in your banquet of my wife's body, Raynor. Except one. I ask that at the beginning of every merrymaking, you plant your seed in her belly."
Raynor grinned. "With hearty pleasure. Yet afterward, I will spill my seed in other various carnal places. It is agreed?"
"Agreed. Now, make me a son."
My husband stood beside the bed as his nephew moved between my legs. Lord Hind gave Raynor every assistance by spreading my little quim lips apart so that Raynor might press the point of his manly spear between them.
Everything happened quickly then, before I was prepared. My husband nodded, his nephew drove his sword into my sheath, and I gave a great, piercing cry of pain.
I had intended to bear it bravely. Yet had I been braced for it, I doubt my silent acceptance. Raynor's huge inflated organ overexpanded my tiny vagina with a swiftness that left me feeling like I was split in two halves.
Even Raynor was left gasping at the incredible tightness.
His superabundant cock convulsed inside me, hurting me. I was helplessly impaled. I whimpered piteously, ashamed of myself, yet unable to stiffle the sounds.
He tormented me by withdrawing only to stuff it back into my poor little pussy again. Ten or fifteen times he did this with steadily increasing swiftness. Each shove drove my head against the deeply carved headboard and my ass into the plump feather ticking.
Through a mist, I gazed at my husband, concerned that he would be sad or jealous because another man must do his husbandly chores. I need not have worried.
There was a flushed rosy hue to his features. His eyes sparkled with lust and spittle formed at the corners of his mouth. Gluttonously, he watched his nephew's prick fly in and out of my cunt, his body jerking in the same rhythm. Then, I saw his hand was jerking on his stiff prick.
It struck me that he was tremendously aroused by the sight of his nephew fucking me. My husband's fingers found their way between the cheeks of my ass. THE NOBEL EARL OF SHAFTSTALL TOYED WITH MY ASSHOLE.
Moments later, I was writhing and feeling like I was about to explode when Raynor gave a loud grunt and stiffened inside me. He did not move again, except to withdraw his sword.
I wanted very badly to continue. Yet he was gone from me. I felt empty and abandoned and still wanting.
My husband looked at me with such love in his eyes that I did not want to complain. He had not cum either, and I hoped that he would fuck me to orgasm. With intense passion, the earl kissed me on the lips for the first time.
Then, he whispered in a hoarse, coaxing voice, "Act the whore for me. Stand up and bend forward."
Eager, he assisted me from the bed. Gently, he pressed on.
Raynor appeared in front of me. "You couldn't have chosen a more suited wife," he told the earl.
Then, Raynor held his fat balls up to my lips.
"Bathe my sacs with your tongue, Lady Hind."
I did not want to do that, for I thought it a filthy act.
But Raynor grabbed me by the hair and forced my mouth to his balls.
They did not smell offensive, so I stuck my tongue out and tasted them. They were coated with a sticky goo, which I supposed was his cum. It tasted bitter, but not repulsive. I licked his huge balls with more and more eagerness. He began to emit a constant string of moans.
He rotated his ass, pressing his nuts tighter and tighter against my lips until I was sure they would bruise.
I finally opened my mouth and took a nut inside and sucked on it. That seemed to please him. Yet of a sudden, Raynor pulled away.
"No!"
He shoved his prick in my open mouth, cutting off my protest.
I was frightened, and gagged. His fully mature prick had nearly split my porr little pussy wide open. Now, he was threatening to do the same to my innocent little mouth.
The Earl of Shaftstall still had his tongue near my ass, which made me feel somewhat secure. Surely, my husband would not allow his nephew to abuse me.
"No ... please."
I protested in vain. I belonged to the Earl now. He would use me to please his every whim as he had warned. Hands on the floor, I braced myself to take that monstrous prick into my tender mouth.
Raynor grabbed my neck, and ignoring his uncle's advice to take care, drove his fucking took down my throat with one massive thrust of his powerful hips.
I gagged.
Raynor ignored my discomfort, pumping my mouth furiously.
To my stunned amazement, the pain soon fled and was replaced by a delirium of pleasure which I wanted to share with my husband. He was on his knees before me licking my clitoris....
My first orgasm with a man was glorious. Copious juices spurted from my pussy.
CHAPTER TWO
At Newgate, I was made to wait in the carriage while my husband and Rippley went inside to fetch father. Two of the earl's men guarded me.
At last they came, father walking between them, his face white as my petticoat. He and the earl got into the carriage. Rippley went up on top and the carriage began to move. I began to breathe easy.
"Father?"
He looked at me then.
There were tears in his eyes. I threw myself into his arms.
"Oh, father, it must have been horrible for you! I am so happy to have you with me again. Did the earl tell you that we are married?"
I drew back and looked at him and I was sure I looked radiant, for I felt so.
"Say you are pleased by my marriage, father, for I have never been happier."
My father searched my face carefully for a trace of a lie.
"I can see that you are indeed glowing. But for my troubles, would you have wed?"
"I would."
Father looked relieved and turned to speak to the earl.
"I have spoken harshly of you. My opinions have not changed. Yet, you are family. I will speak of my feelings to no one henceforth. A fool could see that you have made my daughter happy. I owe you for that. You also saved my neck, and I am deeply in your debt."
"The debt sir, was mine, for you have given me your lovely daughter to wife. Consider my act a token of my gratitude."
The men shook hands. The nasty situation had righted itself nicely.
My husband bid father to arrange for the building of two new ships. Father resisted only briefly, for the earl had a way of convincing people. As I listened, I thought my husband made Satan, the old liar, seem a truthful sort.
Anyway, the earl went back to court, father went down to the warf to see a ship builder, and I decided to have Rippley drive me over to Missy's house.
Missy's father was a tradesman like mine. Her parents pushed her into the best circles by the most devious means and chose her friends carefully. Yet for all their trouble, Missy would have been much happier with common folks like herself. Feeling always out of place, Missy made no close friends. I was her only true friend, and that was not how things should be. It was only because my father was wealthy that her parents allowed us to be friends.
That changed the minute father was tossed into Newgate. Immediately when they heard, they forbade Missy to see me. Now that father was free, and I was a married lady of title, they could hardly continue such a ban. I was determined to tell Madam Wakefield how I felt about that.
Poor Missy. She was constantly reminded that she must always be a proper young lady. I believe it finally drove her to be naughty, behind their backs, as a sort of revenge. Missy took her revenge in other ways, too. Her parents were anxious to marry her to money and title. When she was but fourteen, they began the search.
Missy rebelled. She confided in me that she had no intention of marrying any pompass ass just to suit her parents. She devised a plan so that every man, young or old, would not wish to marry her.
The moment she had the man's ear privately, Missy would whisper, "I bet you can't wait to fuck my pussy like Uncle William, can you?"
At first, I had been shocked, then we had both had a good laugh over it.
"They can't get away from me fast enough. And I never have to see them again."
I reminded her, "You don't even have an Uncle William."
"They don't know that. Besides, they can hardly tell my father why they don't want me for a wife. After all, he would be expected to call them out for slandering his daughter's good name."
From that time on, Missy and I shared all intimate secrets. We experimented with each other's bodies and learned how to make ourselves cum and did it every chance we got. Right after she fucked her father's stable boy, Missy rushed to tell me every juicy detail.
As it turned out, when I arrived at the Wakefield home, Madam Wakefield was out. Missy came with me to Shaftstall Hall, so that we would not be interrupted. Along the way, I explained that I had married the earl, but it was to be kept a secret, at least for the time.
"My god! No! My father speaks highly of him because he is so devoutly religious," Missy groaned, truly horrified by what she assumed to be my death sentence.
"I assure you, I have not married a pious prude," I replied smugly. I smiled happily at her and I am sure she thought me a traitor. "I'll tell you all about it over tea."
And so, over tea and crumpets, I explained my exciting escapades as the Lady Hind. Missy was stunned, then elated and finally, envious. The more I told her about what the earl insisted Raynor do to me, the hotter we both got. We went upstairs to make love.
After each of us had had several intoxicating orgasms, we lay on the bed, twined together. I told her that I wanted to share my new husband and his nephew with her.
"I will wait, select a proper time to tell the earl about us, then ask if you might come to one of our little soirees."
"Do you really think he will allow it?"
"Yes, and they will both be cautious that no breath of it reach your father's ears."
"You-you would not be embarrassed, admitting to your husband that you and I-do things to each other?"
I kissed her, sticking my tongue into her sweet mouth.
"Why should I be? My Lord Hind has bid me do ever such dirty things with his nephew while he looks on."
One evening, after our dalliance with Raynor, the earl was especially tender and loving. I told him of my childhood, gradually working up to my relationship with Missy. At first, my husband was taken aback.
"Why, you naughty little devils, you. Now that I have you, that sweet young thing is the most sought after wench in London!"
"She and I are very much alike. She wishes to join in our naughty little games with Raynor."
The earl cleared his throat.
Afraid that he might say nay, I quickly spoke up.
"We will show you how I lick her pussy and she licks mine."
"Do, by all means, send her a note inviting her to join us on the morrow."
I could see my husband was excited, not by a hard-on, but by the way his nostrils flared and the quick way he breathed.
"Missy has the loveliest little pussy. I just know you would love watching Raynor's big prick splitting it open. He could fuck one and then the other of us."
"Lovely, oh yes, lovely! I could not be more pleased, my sweet."
"I do want you to be happy with your bride, my Lord," I replied, stroking his cheek. "Raynor will also be pleased."
"Yes, yes. But he must fuck you first. I want his strongest seed in your belly. I will keep your friend happy in the meantime. Do you think she will mind my game leg?"
"Missy knows of your leg and was not put off by it. She is a sweet, loving girl, much put upon by her parents."
I told the earl of her troubles with her parents over suitors for her hand and how she had put an end to it. He laughed, tickled by her daring, and said he could hardly wait for the morrow.
Early the next morning, Missy arrived promptly at the appointed hour. I could tell by her flushed face that she was as excited as I. Raynor was not due for another hour, and so I took her into the drawing room and presented her to the earl.
My husband's lips pressed her fingertips and lingered there far longer than customary, making her blush prettily.
"It was at Lady Hind's request that you join us this night. She has my deepest gratitude, for you are the little beauty. I grow more thankful for Annastacia's unselfish love and her lusty beauty every day."
"Annastacia is unselfish, and I too feel blessed by her love."
"When the Lady Hind became my wife, I realized all my dreams."
"Not true." I corrected him with a mischievious smile. "You would have a son of me."
"There is that," he agreed with a wink.
"Lady Hind has told me of her fondness for you and yours for her, Mistress Wakefield."
I said, "I want you both to love each other as I love you. First, if we are all to be great friends, my Lord, you must call her Missy as I do. Then too, you must pledge your friendship to her with a kiss."
Looking more than willing, the earl leaned forward and briefly pressed his lips to Missy's, in a chaste kiss, then withdrew. The pair were breathing fast but not fast enough to suit me.
"I am so pleased that you like each other," I scoffed, fluttering my hands at them. "Now, show me that you love each other."
So encouraged, they fell into each others arms and kissed deeply.
"Yes! Yes!" I cried and clapped my hands gaily.
They pulled apart, each flushed. I tugged them toward the divan.
"Missy, you sit here between us," I told my dazed friend. "It will be very cozy that way."
Trying to conceal his limp, my husband gallantly saw us both seated before taking his place beside Missy.
Missy too was trying to conceal something, the hot spot between her thighs.
"I understand now why Annastacia was charmed into marrying you," Missy said to the earl. "I am so happy that she has a strong protector like you for a husband. I too long for a husband, one such as you."
I was amazed at how high she was piling the shit. Missy knew perfectly well that I'd married the earl out of a desperate need to have my father released from Newgate. Yet, I found myself very glad that I had married the earl, no matter the reason.
In mock horror, I cried, "Don't tell all my secrets! I do not want my husband to think he has me under his spell."
"Well, I would not mind being under his spell," she said pointedly. "A brave, strong man, making me do as he wished would be a wonderful change from those sops father sets on me."
I decided to tease her. "You offer yourself to my husband right in front of me? I do believe you are as naughty as me. My Lord, will you offend my friend, whom I love, by not accepting her offer?"
"I am honored," the earl rasped thickly. "Let us take Missy to our bed chamber, my lady, where the servants will not chance upon us. Then, I would bid you kiss and make love to each other, that I might watch."
I had long suspected that the reason my husband didn't fuck me had nothing to do with his inability to father a child. And now that he did not wish to fuck Missy either, I felt absolutely sure.
Turney Hind, Earl of Shaftstall, could not get it up unless he was stimulated by watching an act of copulation. My husband was a voyeur! A quick inspection of his crotch told me it was true. There was no sign of a bulge there. I didn't mind, not really. Married to a man who would have me ball other men, to please him sexually, was a perfectly sweet cup of tea.
As soon as we were in our chamber, I took my husband's hand and placed it on Missy's breast along with mine.
"Feel her titties, my Lord. They are big as mine."
Flushing, the earl massaged Missy's boobies.
Missy giggled. "You are so naughty, Annistacia!"
"Your titties feel wonderful, child," the earl rasped, seeking out the nipples and tweaking them.
"Take her clothes off, my Lord." I, too, disrobed.
To Missy, I said, "Bend over the bed, love. I want my husband to see what a sweet, young pussy you have."
I spread her cunt lips wide open with my fingers. "Look here, my Lord, see how pink her meat is inside."
"God save the king!" he cried, bending forward until I thought his long, twitching nose would ram right up her cunt hole. "Do, oh, do lick the sweet little girl's pussy, Lady Hind!"
Sticking my tongue way out, I licked all the convolutions of Missy's sweet cunt, and she bounced around, exciting more than usual because of the earl's presence.
"My word! The child loves it. Suck a little harder, on her precious twat, my Lady."
Lord Hind dropped his drawers around his ankles and began to pull his pud. IT WAS HARD AS A PIKE.
Missy enjoyed a splashing climax and then I transferred my mouth to her asshole, which made Missy delirious with desire and the earl drool on his vestment.
While I licked at Missy's nether hole, I worried her pulsing clitoris with one finger and shoved the other three up her wide open pussy. As soon as her pussy started snapping at my fingers, I gave her long, hard plunges.
Missy screamed, her pussy gushed, and she came all at once.
Thick spunk splashed from my husband's prick and hit Missy's pussyhole. The earl's firing purple pistol just kept shooting Missy's pink hole.
Quickly, I grabbed my husband's prick and shoved it in her. Viciously, I pinched his buttocks.
The earl cried out and lunged forward, driving his exploding dick deep into Missy's cuntal canal.
Missy cried out. Then made soft little animal sounds.
"Fuck her, my Lord. Love her as I do!" I cried, madly hot to have my own twat fucked.
Lord Hind gave Missy's cunt some superb thrusts on his own.
"Well, well, what have we here?"
I whirled. "Raynor! Your uncle is fucking my friend, isn't it wonderful?"
"Yes, indeed!"
"Hurry! Undress! I want your prick in me!"
"Yes, yes." Shaking his head, my husband withdrew his dick from Missy's pussy. "It was agreed that Raynor will cum in your pussy."
"Yes, my Lord...."
His fucking staff stuck out from his loins quivering urgently. He threw me on the floor, on my hands and knees and spread my legs.
Voice deep with passion, Raynor said, "Watch, uncle. Watch your lady wife's cunt juices splatter when I drive my cock into her pussy!"
I heard Missy gasp as I knelt there submissively.
"Her sex is radiating enough heat to roast a rabbit," grunted Raynor as his hands slid down the insides of my thighs and shoved them wider apart.
I could feel the juices flowing freely between my legs.
"Her pussy is swollen-the bitch is in heat, she wants fucked."
His hand cracked my buttock, making it smart.
"Fornicate like a sleazy whore tonight for your husband and your friend to see."
I was insensate with lust.
"Please, Raynor. Take pity on me and fuck me! I need to fuck!"
He laughed.
"The whore begs!"
"You bloody mucker!" I cried and thrust two fingers up my cunt and began frigging myself.
The next instant Raynor grabbed my hips and brutishly impaled me on his meat-sword. The sudden intrusion hurt like hell and I squawled. His long, thick cock filled my pussy from stem to stern.
Raynor laughed and fucked me indelicately.
My slavering slot loved every inch of his prick. The heavenly mouth of my womb opened to suck him in at every thrust. I rolled my ass and bucked and rubbed my love lump as my slick cunt swallowed his cock over and over again.
The shudders of ecstasy began in my head and ran down to my toes, hitting every nerve in between. My orgasm burst in my pulsating vagina. The strong, involuntary spasms of my pussy alternately gripped and released Raynor's prick.
"A fiery hole of hell!" Raynor shouted and turbulently ejaculated his seed into me.
Before his hard-on was lost, Raynor pulled out of my cunt.
"That's what you wanted, bitch?"
Right then, I was too orgasmic to wonder how King James would have liked to hear my husband's blasphemous version of his bible. And it did not strike me until much later that the public, morally religious man was a carnal, perverted devil in private. Not that I minded one whit, you understand. I myself was not virtuous or religious. Besides, I didn't want to be married to a saint and give up my naughty life that bordered on scandalous.
As soon as my husband was done blaspheming, he began to coax Missy to kneel.
"That's it, precious slut, down on your knees in front of me. Take my cock in your hand. Now, put it in your madly enticing mouth and suck on it like a good little whore. "Yes, yes, just like that. Ahhh."
My husband reached out and stroked my tit. "Lady Hind, your friend sucks your husband's cock."
"Does Missy's mouth give you pleasure, my Lord?"
"Exquisite."
It is impossible to know who came first or last. I believe we were all in the throes of ecstasy at about the same time.
I groaned and cried out, strangling on a sob as my pussy spewed cum.
Giving my cunt quick, vicious jabs, Raynor's raging rod spewed milky venom on the fire in my hole.
Through lust glazed eyes, I watched my husband and my best friend.
It was my husband who lifted Missy's head, drawing her lips from his spent prick. He gazed at her lovingly, tenderly. She looked beautiful-cum running out of her young, pouty mouth as she looked up at him, wonder and delight in her eyes.
"You sweet thing," he said, "you don't even know enough to swallow it."
He used the tail of his shirt to wipe the globs and creamy white strings from her chin and mouth.
"You did very well for your first time. A bit more practice and you will be the best cocksucker in the whole of England."
Eyes still glazed, Missy allowed my husband to assist her to her feet.
Raynor, now that he had spent, was gallant indeed. He lifted me in his arms and sat down on the divan with me on his lap, kissing me and telling me that he loved me.
Missy, I noticed, looked troubled as she sat beside my husband on another divan across a low table from us. I arose and poured wine for us all.
Missy looked at my husband, hands folded in her lap.
"Ladies, do not suck cock do they?"
The earl smiled sweetly, looking upon her with kind affection.
"Even the Queen, when we had one, sucked cock. Why, there were times, my dear, when the Queen even kissed ass."
Missy grinned. "You mean ladies do it, but they never speak of it?"
"Precisely, what I mean," the earl replied. "Why does it concern you?"
"I was wondering-about my mother-if she ever sucks Papa's cock and pretends she hasn't."
"I could almost guarantee she has," the earl replied with a knowing nod. "Every man likes his cock sucked and every wife must do it if he wishes her to, therefore, it is not likely that your mother has not wrapped her tongue around a stiff prick."
Missy's merry laugh rang clear and delighted us all. The concerned look had disappeared from her face. She looked down at my husband's prick.
"Will you let me suck your cock again? Will you put it in me again like you did before?"
"Whenever you want me to do it, you come to me. I will always be at your service," the earl assured Missy, gallantly kissing her hand.
"That, my sweet darling, will be my great pleasure.
CHAPTER THREE
I had told Missy beforehand what a glutton my husband was about pussy eating.
Raynor said, "There is no time for playing ass better than now." He stood up. "I have a jolly good idea! Let us play a Roman arena game-an ASS game."
"Roman? Ass? How is that?" the earl asked, his voice reflecting amusement and intrigue.
Both Missy and I were also intrigued by the idea. Missy clapped her hands enthusiastically and bounced up and down on the divan.
"What fun. Do let us play!"
"All right," Raynor said. "You ladies come over here and drape yourselves over the footboard of the bed, tummy down. Then, we shall tie your arms and legs, spread wide, so you can not run away and spoil the Emperor's entertainment."
They bound us with colored ribbands, careful to spread our legs wide enough so that our cunts were nicely exposed. When finished, they stood back to admire their handiwork.
Raynor said, "Once the offending whores were tied securely, slaves pushed the beds out into the area in front of a cheering, blood-thirsty crowd."
I felt an instant tingle of fear mixed with excitement. Then, a sense of the ridiculous, yet a queer passion welled up in me at this make-believe game.
Raynor went on explaining. "Another slave would run into the arena and swab the women's cunts with a blood soaked rag, blood from a mare in heat.
"This done, other slaves would lead out big-dicked donkeys. The idea being that the donkey would smell the blood, think the woman a mare in heat, and mount her. Of course, we all know that a donkey dick would rip a woman's cunt wide open.
"This was the Emperor's way of punishing whores or unfaithful wives, should the husband complain to him.
"It is the role of the donkeys that the earl and I shall play. Do you squeal in fright, now ladies."
Missy and I began to cry out, pleading for mercy, and trying to wriggle free of our bonds while enjoying the game thoroughly.
My calamitous pussy was oozing juices. It was a ludicrous sensation, sprawled there in such a demeaning position while two grown men 'galloped' toward us, pricks jouncing before them. At least Raynors was jouncing nicely. The ear's was swinging limply between his legs.
Raynor rammed his fully erect prick into my crack, close to my asshole.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"It is meant to hurt!"
He rammed my rear end again, as if he was a dumb animal and could not find the hole.
The earl too, played this hit-and-miss game with my friend. He brayed comically.
Missy's merry little laugh rang clear.
Two things checked my mirth. My ass was in a whirlwind of excitement and the 'animal' behind me, powerful and alive, found my hole, driving me into the midst of wild, intoxicating passion. His peter stabbed into my asshole, questing. I gave a small cry of surprised pleasure at being so wonderfully 'beastialized."
The 'beast' humped and shoved rapidly, driving my head and shoulders into the plump eiderdown-filled covering on the bed. Apparently enjoying playing the part of a 'beast', Raynor pranced about and pawed the floor and brayed. The sound, more like a passionate moan, mixed together with a cough, made me giggle.
Missy and I stared into each other's eyes. We would have kissed, but we could not reach other.
Forgetting myself in my excitement, I brayed too. I wanted to rub my pussy, but my hands were tied. I begged Raynor to loosen them, but he paid no attention.
He brayed again and 'beastialized' my asshole with stupendous thrusts of glorious pleasure.
Was he, I wondered, trying to cram his whole pelvis up my ass? I looked over my shoulder to see what Missy and my husband were doing.
From what I could see, of the earl's 'donkey engine', he had yet to catch a whiff of the blood signaling his 'neddy'-or 'jack' ass was in heat. Nevertheless, he was managing quite well to keep his domesticated, in-heat, female ass happy. He had Missy's fleshy buttocks apart and was doing some 'beastly' ass-nosing and licking on her hairy 'neddy' bung.
As I watched, my husband ran his tongue up the delicious ass crack, bathing the entire ass valley. His tongue stopped well above the tail-bone and made a return trip back down. His thick tongue slithered deep, going for 'neddy' pussy.
Missy had her eyes closed, squealing and wriggling about.
I said, "It is more fun to imagine myself a donkey than a whore. Imagine all the people, the Roman Emperor himself, watching us fornicate as they cheer us on and perhaps jack off."
"Yes! Yes! Watching us....Screw me, you beast!" Missy begged and fought the ribbands holding her. Mind you, not to get away-but to get to her rutting 'donkey's engine'.
The taste of ass and the sight of his wife being 'beastially' screwed, had the earl's engine pumping now. My husband had yet to fuck me. So, I watched in fascination as he grasped his prick and moved up behind my friend to fuck her.
The earl pressed his prick against Missy's quivering flesh, gave a mighty thrust, and drove to the hilt.
"EEEE! AAUUUWW!" he cried, head thrown back, pelvis strained forward.
An anal virgin, Missy screamed in pain. I knew she had expected my husband to put his prick in her pussy, and had not been prepared to take it up her ass.
Hearing Missy's scream and watching the scene between his uncle and Missy, made Raynor even more excited.
He yelled, "How you like 'donkey' dick splitting your asses open, hussies? The Emperor sentenced you to die in public by the prick. Because you screw like whores, you have to die like whores should-fucked by colossal 'animal' pricks. Up your tight asses! For all to see!"
Suddenly, Raynor pulled his prick out of me.
"Change whores!" he demanded of his uncle. "It is time you fucked your bride!"
They switched places.
As my husband, the Earl of Hind, moved behind me, I felt as flushed and excited as a bride on her wedding night. A quite illogical feeling, really.
"Well, Lady Hind, spread your ass open so your husband can mount you."
"Yes, my Lord," I replied breathlessly and arched my back as well as I might so my buttocks stuck up a bit higher. The deep carving on the bed fiercely gouged into the soft flesh of my stomach.
Raynor speared Missy.
"OOWW! AGH! RAYNOR, IT HURTS!"
"EEEEAWGH! SILENCE WHORE!" His hand came down on Missy's buttocks with a sharp cracking sound. To his uncle, he spoke of me in a sinister sounding voice.
"Remember, the whore you fuck is not the Lady Hind. She is but a woman being put to death by the Emperor for her moral sins. You are the dumb ass that is to fuck her to death. Do it! Fuck the bitching whore to death!"
I ignored the man and kept thinking of myself as a female donkey-a neddy. And the male donkey was going to mount me. I found that much more exciting.
The earl, whose prick had bobbed wildly when Missy screamed, quickly got into the game once more. He grabbed a quill from the desk and began brushing the feathered end over my pussy and asshole, driving me mad.
The earl's voice was a croak that hung in his throat like a frog. "My donkey tail brushes the flies away from your bloody private parts!"
I felt the pressure of the bloated head of his thrumming prick against my asshole, which had puckered tightly again in defense, the moment Raynor had evacuated it.
In a strangled voice, the earl cried, "The 'beasts' passage to sodomy!" He slammed his meated piece into my rectum, using, I am sure, as much force as an aroused donkey would have.
It hurt, being so forcefully entered, yet not enough to warrant such a painful sounding scream as came from my throat. I had suspected, from his reaction to Missy's scream, that the earl found a woman's cries quite stimulating.
His prick did marvelous things inside my intestines. The brisk touches of the feather on the little morsel of flesh at the uppermost part of my pussy gave me immeasurable pleasure.
The earl's superb thrusts soon drove me into a continual chorus of oohs and aahs.
The earl had a method of turning my pleased sounds into ones he found more stimulating. Brutally, he began to spank my buttocks with his strong hand. In between the sharp smacks, he pinched my ass cheeks viciously. Yet all the while he kept flicking that exquisite feather across my sensitive clit, continuing to slam his cock into me, driving me to a glorious state of violent desire.
I screamed that I wanted to cum.
In true 'beastly' form, the earl powered into my ass, dominating me, using me, without mercy just as a 'donkey' would.
My body vibrated with lust. Only, I could not cum. The delirious pleasures of the feather, which drove me high, were counted by the atrocious pinching and spanking, which plunged me down. I was helpless, unable to move to help myself. The only thing I could do was squirm and that caused the cruel wood of the bed to cut into my belly.
All at once, the earl stopped spanking me and pinching me. His hands grasped my buttocks and ripped them apart. He screwed me with ever mounting savagery.
This triggered hot shivers of rapture. The next instant, I felt my orgasm burst inside me. Making little screaming sounds, I spasmed with enormous pleasure. It was a tremendous climax. My first with my dear, beloved husband.
Growing thicker and thicker, the earl's stake drove deep into the heart of my intestines. His spongy cockhead spit. Every generous squirt of semen seared my insides. Spurts of liquid fire kept shooting from his fleshy tube.
The earl whimpered as his lashing soused my bowels.
I had a second wild orgasm. Great, swamping waves of passion swelled over me until I felt faint.
Once my husband had discharged his mess into my asshole, he withdrew his shriveled organ. Then, to my delight, and surprise, he proved how much he loved my ass.
The Earl of Hind salaciously stuck his head between my buttocks and ravenously began to lick and suck my asshole.
I thought it a most suitable way to end our 'Roman Arena' game.
Beside me, Missy began to grunt. I glanced at her. In frantic rhythm, her head and shoulders plunged in and out of the feather ticking.
Raynor towered behind her, jabbing her in the ass with his 'beastly' battering ram, driving her into the bed over and over again. He slammed forward, hauled his huge dick out of her again and made another assault. He rammed and bashed and battered her ass with such a look of raw lust as I had never seen upon any man's face.
Missy wasn't flinching. She took the blows with a resilient spring. From the feverish look of excitement on her face, I knew she was rapturously enjoying the ravishment.
Simultaneously, they went into a frenzied furor of fucking. I could hear gurgling sounds coming from Missy's throat in her delirium.
I wanted to touch her, kiss her, somehow share in her pleasure. I WANTED RAYNOR IN MY ASS, FUCKING ME, MAKING ME FEEL WHAT MISSY WAS FEELING!
The earl must have sensed my desire almost as soon as I felt it. For he attacked my vagina with something long and knurled and knotty.
"WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!" He fucked me furiously.
I screamed. And almost instantly, I came all over his thing, soaking it with my juices.
But he didn't let up. My husband kept driving that divine rod into my orgasming pussy. He reached beneath me and jacked my clit like it was a mini-cock. I whined and kept cuming with such intensity that it was nearly painful. I began to scream softly over and over again.
"You frigging bitch! You frigging bitch!" my husband cried over and over. Like a raving, madman, he fucked me with that grand piece while watching his nephew attack Missy's ass.
"Violate the young bitch!" My husband was beside himself with passion. "Fill her asshole with your cock-cream. Flood her back with it!"
To Missy, Raynor cried, "You are a slave! I 'donkey-fuck' your ass, slave! I spill my 'beastly' seed in your asshole! Take it! Take it!"
Raynor gave a magnificent and final thrust of his hips. Missy's head burrowed so deep into the eiderdown that I feared she might smother. But by the way she trembled and shook, I knew she was very much alive.
Silence slowly descended on the room.
Raynor slowly climbed off Missy's back.
The Earl of Hind, untied the ribbands that bound us.
Missy and I pulled ourselves up onto the bed and lay there, side by side. She gazed at me.
Voice weak and shaky, she said, "My, God, he made me swoon with joy."
"Have you ever been fucked so well before?" I asked, gazing back at her.
She rolled her head from side to side.
"Trying to come before Papa's stable boy does, is like trying to sit in your own lap. And after he spends, the devil shows no more interest in my unsatisfied state than a rock. He won't even frigg me off."
"Come, ladies," Raynor said, scooping Missy up in his strong arms. "We have poured wine to revive you."
He carried her across the room and gently placed missy on a divan beside the fire. Then, he returned and carried me to the divan on the opposite side of the fireplace. He sat down, with me on his lap, and I smiled at Missy, directly across from me.
The earl placed glasses of red wine in our hands. Looking radiant, he raised his own glass high in a toast.
"To two charming ladies and their carnal passions, their succulent private parts and our love of them."
We drank, pleased, satisfied, and content.
The earl looked at us and grinned. "I do believe, you are, each and every one, as perverted as I. I admit freely to being a sodomite, a voyeur and a satyr, just as Raynor is a libertine. What say we copulate together on a regular schedule?"
"Yes," we chorused in unison.
CHAPTER FOUR
Trouble appeared on our horizon. The war with the Dutch, was going badly for England. Much of the next several months the earl, chief advisor to the King, was at court.
For my part, I spent my own time divided between visits to my father, managing Shaftstall Hall, and copulating with Raynor and Missy.
Father's new ships were coming along fast. One was nearly finished. He was looking for two captains to sail them.
One end of the week, my Lord Hind arrived home, drawn and wearied of it all. I made him welcome and after he had dined, we sat in the drawing room before the fire. His leg was paining him, and I sat at his feet gently rubbing it, in a loving, wifely manner while he told me much of the happenings at court.
A fearful knowledge crept upon my mind. I felt sick and saddened in the depths of my soul. Dread gripped my heart like a cold hand, for I was beginning to learn-to trust this tormenting insight I was blessed, or cursed with. I could no longer deny that I KNEW. The thought froze my brain, even though the rest of me was highly disquieted.
"The King and I are at odds about nearly everything. He is all for frolicking and fornicating in the streets if it will keep the people from reviling him for this dastardly war.
"I try to persuade him that a loosening of public morals will not please the majority, but make them revile him more. It will work untold evil on his Kingly image. He must fuck in private like the rest of us. Although he is not Catholic, he must at least ascribe to some morality, or be impeached. We rag the issue aS two dogs rag a bone."
The earl rubbed his hands across the top of his head in a futile gesture to brush the trouble from his mind.
"There are many groveling dogs at court who would have had me favor them. Now, they see my favor with the King slipping, they turn aside. Among these traitors are friends I had relied on for their loyalty."
He sighed heavily.
"Would it tickle your fancy to see them stoop and lick your wife's ass?" I asked, hoping to lighten his spirits.
He laughed, a sort of sarcastic, sad sound.
"Indeed it would! I am sorry, my dear. I have not been with you as much as I longed to be. Now that I am close to you, I find my mind weighed heavily."
"It is all right, my Lord. You may enjoy my bottom some other time."
He stroked her cheek.
"Thank you for understanding, my dear.
"The most horrible part of this entire affair is that the damned Dutch ships are destroying our entire English Navy. The ship's captains should all be keel-hauled for a more inept bunch of fools I have ever known.
"They make stupid mistakes. Their ships are blown out of the water. Their crews lives-lost! Most times, their own lives as well. As a result, I am blamed for the worst naval disaster in history.
I realized that my husband honored me with his concerns, vexations, and apprehensions. For the first time, I had a glimpse of his innermost self. I was deeply affected. He was a good man. The awful knowledge floated to the surface of my mind. I shivered.
"Those who blame you for the war speak falsely. Even father, now that I speak to him of the treachery at court, has changed his ideas about you. He says that the naval losses cannot be laid at your feet, for you are not in command of the vessels at sea."
"Thank Veldon for me, my dear. It may be long before I see him again."
"I will, my Lord."
"I think of resigning as the King's chief advisor."
His eyes took on a far away look.
"You know, when I was at Oxford, I studied law in the Middle Temple. I became friendly with Ban Jensen, Lord Lacklund and Edwin Wheeler. A bit of their literary talents rubbed off on me.
"In those days, I thought much of writing, perhaps only the simple daily records of my observations. So, I have kept a daily journal. One day, it will all be history. I have thought that I must find time to write it all out, a full account as it happened, that those of future generations may know of what we did. Where we failed or succeeded, what was accomplished and by whom.
"Yet I have never found time. Soon after I was admitted to the bar, I became a member of Short Parliment. Later that same year, I was elected to Long Parliament." He sighed. "It has been thus with me since.
"Time-there is never enough. It would be wise of me to take the time now. Rumor's fly that the King will impeach me."
There it was.
"Oh, my Lord! Why, in God's name would he do that?" Lord Hind shrugged.
"The King himself is not in good favor with the people either, over this war with the Netherlands. I am blamed by the majority of the people now, so if he impeaches me, it would, he believes, please them. He hopes to throw himself into a more favorable light.
"Then too, we differ on religious policies, as I have told you. And, there is the unpopularity of my foreign policies."
The earl grunted in disgust.
"I have been faithful, by his side, all these years. I was the Prince's guardian. I have taught him, loved him, watched him grow. To me, he is like a son.
"Hells bells!" he exploded. "He secretly married my daughter when he was still a Duke! I have two granddaughters by the man. Just as secretly, he had the marriage annuled, without telling me, or my daughter. Then, for need of her large dowry, he married Clarine of Buntiana.
"From then on, the King and I have agreed on little."
"My poor, poor darling. Let me soothe you. Come to our chamber and let me rub your brow and hold you in my arms while you sleep."
The next morning when I woke, the earl was gone.
He returned again that evening. He limped into our chamber as Raynor and Missy and I were beginning our evening frolic. Raynor had just seeded my ass with cum and pulled out. I was still bent over the divan, my bottom oozing white slops.
My husband's gaze focused on me. The fire and his desire, lit his eyes to pinpoints of brilliance, expelling the gray half-circles of fatigue beneath.
"Such charming disorder, my love. Your petticoats thrown over your back, your drawers around your knees and the frothy white foam of semen gluing your pretty little asshole shut."
He came closer, and inspected my bottom.
"Ah, and globbous dallops of white cum on your trembling bums. What a lovely sight you are!"
My husband bent down and kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth.
Missy inquired of my husband, "May I suck your cock and lick your ass, my Lord?"
"Help me undress first."
Missy's fingers were quick. When all his clothes were put aside, she bid him get down on his hands
"I would lick you from the rear first, my Lord. I do love the taste of asshole."
I said, "Not the floor, Missy. My Lord must come astraddle my face and allow me to take that glorious prick of his down my throat while you service his ass."
The earl, looking ever so pleased that we bickered over him, climbed up on the bed.
The earl's ass, as well as the top of my head was toward Missy. He faced my feet, or my puss.
"My dear Annastacia, why are you still fully clothed, while everyone else is naked?" my husband inquired of me.
"It heightens my pleasure to be fucked by a naked man while I lay fully dressed beneath him, my petticoats lewdly raised to expose my sex."
From the side of the bed, Raynor gripped my ankles, lifted and spread my legs and took me standing up. The angle at which he had my legs spread and rear raised up from the bed, put my husband's face excitingly close above my cunt. I would wager the earl could count the hairs on my mound and the veins in his nephew's prick as it slicked in and out of my pussy.
Raynor's turgid cock gave me prodigious pleasures of the best sort. Sucking my husband's noble cock and whacking him off while playing with his sovereign ballocks gave me even more lashings of pleasure.
Raynor said, "Look to the left, uncle. See what your lady Hind has had installed for your pleasure."
"Gad! Gad!" My husband repeated himself, carried away by his response to the vision afforded him.
I twisted my head a bit so I could see what he was seeing in the colossal mirror. My Lord's eyes had popped like frog's eyes. I watched his shocked expression turn to desire. His eyes, now large glittering ovals of salacious passion, locked with mine in the mirror. His face turned a vivid scarlet. His enjoyment was so great that it had embarrassed him.
"Does my purchase meet with your approval, my Lord?"
"FUCK YES! You deliciously naughty Lady," Lord Hind growled, riding Missy's tongue. Drool formed in the corner of his mouth, spilled over in a string, and slowly made its way down to the eiderdown. His eyes shifted from one person to the other. They roamed hungrily from my tongue, dancing down the back side of his musky shlong, to Missy's tongue, savoring the delicious, forbidden taste of his asshole, and on to Raynor, shoving my pouty pussy up and down his missen mast.
Pleased with his reaction, I opened my mouth. He saw it, and stabbed me in the face with his spear, driving it to the root. I suctioned his prick, slithering my tongue about, while he pulled my tits out of my bodice, and thumbed my passion hard nipples.
Raynor, also staring in lewd fascination into the mirror at our writhing, attached bodies, powerfully thrust his loins, driving his stake into me with pressing urgency.
I was just as affected by the ribald scene we presented. Desire raged in my pelvis. Instantly, I was hungry for an orgasm.
"Wait until you see what the other naughty lady has in store for you, uncle," Raynor gasped mysteriously. "I'd be willing to wager that no woman has ever done what this bitch is going to do to you."
"Ugh?" The earl peered at Missy in the glass.
My friend pulled her head out of my husband's ass. Her hand swept up; she held a riding crop with a fat, ornately carved handle.
Curiously watching her from the corner of my eye, for I was still sucking the earl's prick, I saw her raise the whip and diabolically bring it down across the earl's buttocks.
"AH! WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT?" my husband bellowed.
I was terribly frightened that she had gone too far.
Missy didn't answer. She continued to flagellate his bottom. I realized that she was finding the act very enjoyable.
An even more surprising realization washed over me. The Earl of Hind was taking maximum pleasure from the blows. Every slap of the whip triggered a swelling response of my husband's prick in my mouth.
At each side of my head, the earl spread his knees wider, exposing more ass area for Missy to flay. There was no mistaking his mood. My blue-blood husband was taking rousing pleasure in having his ass flagellated by a young woman. The mirror reflected the excitement in his eyes as he watched her bring the whip down, time and again.
As Missy brought the whip down with reckless abandon, her hand dived between her legs and she began to masturbate herself. I had never seen her so wildly aroused. .
We all watched in the mirror. Drool flowed freely from the earl's lips now. He wriggled and humped his ass, nearly gagging me, he drove his cock so far down my throat. He didn't notice my discomfort.
Raynor swiftly tiddled my clit. With winged pulses, I felt my husband's balls slap my chin.
The earl growled, "My balls. Flay my balls! Sting them good, bitch!"
From time to time, I felt the lashings on my head as Missy flagellated the earl's dangling nuts.
"OH! WHAT A SINFUL DEVIL YOU ARE! WHAT A DEMANDING WHORE! FLAY ME TO MANLY POTENCY! SKIN MY BALLS! SHELL MY NUTS! PEEL MY RIND OFF! HARDER! I had no idea how humiliatingly pleasurable it is to be punished."
"There is more to come, uncle. The bitch only teases you now."
In one swift movement, Missy flipped the whip around and plunged that thick handle into the brown, puckered ring of asshole. The cruel thrust forced from the earl's lungs a most ear splitting bellow. At the same time, he lunged forward, nearly driving his balls down my throat.
My heart pounded madly with fear. This time, I was quite sure that Missy had gone too far.
She ignored his cry. Her arm flew back and forth.
The earl swore viciously and called her a whoring bitch. Yet to my utter surprise, he never pulled away. Roaring wild, he kept slamming his seething organ in my throat with clamorous urgency.
I gargled and siphoned his schlong. Afforded a lateral view of my friend buggering my husband's asshole, while Raynor fucked my twat, made me wild too. It was a strange scene of flurried, inflamed, sexual activity. A spectacle that made me whine. With a sucking hiss, I came magnificently.
At the feel of the sharp contractions of my pussy on his cock, Raynor fired his load inside me, making the grunting noises of a rooting pig in his excitement.
With violent, jolting spasms, the earl's prick-gruel stormed into my mouth in a torrential flood. It took a long time for me to swallow the abundant meal.
I do not know if Missy had an orgasm. Raynor pulled his staff out of me. Missy withdrew the crop handle from the earl's ass.
The earl climbed off my face.
I sat up, feeling a bit giddy and bemused.
The earl's arm gently circled Missy.
"My lovely child. Such a truly, indecent thing to do to your lover. Oh, but I did love it so. It was a shattering pleasure, a cruel pleasure. One I shall always treasure. Will you do it to me again?"
Missy blushed prettily and nodded. "Yes, my Lord, whenever you wish me to."
The earl turned to me then. "You are beautiful with my body liquor glistening on your lips and running down your chin. My gratitude, my lady, for the mirror and the pleasure it afforded me. And for your little friend...."
Lord Hind kissed me sweetly, then turned to his nephew.
"Raynor, take Missy into another room if you wish to screw her some more before you drive her home. I must speak privately with the Lady Hind."
The earl waited until the door shut behind them.
"You are not with child yet?"
"No, my Lord. We try every day?"
He nodded, and sat heavily down upon the bed beside me.
"The rumors of my impeachment grow daily. The King does not look me in the eye when he denies there is any truth to them. Now, his guards bar me from his presence and sometimes from the Great Hall."
The earl took my hand. "I would not have you frightened unduly, yet you must be prepared. I believe I will be impeached and exiled to France."
I started to speak, but he held up a forestalling hand.
"Any day, any hour, I may have to leave you-leave England. You must remain behind and take charge of my lands and my affairs. If you do not, the King will seize them and strip me of my fortunes-strip me of all I have spent a lifetime accruing for my son.
"Raynor MUST impregnate you."
"Oh, my Lord! I do not wish to be separated from you so cruelly. May I come and Raynor stay here with your properties?"
The earl sadly shook his head.
"Raynor is not a steady type. He flits here and there, ever restless, landing nowhere for long. I only pray he will remain here long enough to get you with child."
"Must it be Raynor? What about another man? One with proven virility?"
"No. The child must be a Hind. A likeness should be apparent so that no one would suspect it is not a child of my loins."
"I will try harder, my Lord."
He nodded. "I do not blame you, my dear. I know you do all you can to conceive."
Neither of us slept much that night.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bright sunshine streamed through the window when I woke. I turned to say good morning to the earl. He was gone.
Black thoughts tore at my mind. I knew I could not prevent what was to happen. My stomach clenched tight. I must never, never reveal by word or sign, any of my fearful knowledge to my husband. Ignorance of his fate would keep him ever hopeful, ever striving to meet his hopes and dreams.
In the bright early morning, I lay dozily snuggled in our warm bed and cried.
Later, I found Raynor had also gone out early. I felt very lonely and at odds with myself. I did not trust myself to be around Missy, for I might be tempted to confide in her. These were strange, new feelings to me, but ones I was to experience over and over in the years to come.
After I broke fast, and bathed, Rippley drove me to Father's house. He was not in. We drove to the docks.
Rippley finally located Father in a tavern nearby, talking with a man-a sea Captain.
Looking worried, Father immediately followed Rippley to the carriage to speak with me. I had never searched him out like this before.
"What is it, child? What is wrong?"
"I'm sorry to bother you father, but I must speak with you-in private."
He nodded, his alert eyes held mine, probing for a moment. He asked no questions, yet his eyes softened with understanding. I found myself fighting a battle of personal restraint to keep from crying out my fears to my father, as I had done as a child.
"I was about to sign on a Captain for my ship. Ten minutes at the most, then I will come to Shaftstall Hall." He turned and swiftly strode away.
Rippley drove me home. Along the way, I tried to marshal my thoughts. I still had not done so when Rippley assisted me down from the carriage.
I put my hand on his arm. "When father arrives, come with him to the library. I must speak with you both."
"Aye." He spoke in an odd, yet gentle tone. "It has happened again, then?"
My face told him nothing, yet my shaky and fragile voice revealed everything to him.
"As always, the knowledge is suddenly there. God, how I wish it were not."
"In the new world, they be burnin' women at the stake for far less. Ye must not speak of it to anyone, even to Mistress Wakefield."
It was a caution he had given me many times before. Well I knew what might happen if anyone ever did find out.
I did not order tea to be served. Instead, I poured father and Rippley a tot of whiskey. I knew they would welcome it when they heard what I had to say.
Father lit a cigar and puffed on it. Then, he gazed at me, waiting for me to speak.
I stated baldly, "The earl fears the King intends to impeach him. If that happens, he believes he will be exiled to France."
Rippley asked, carefully casual, his eyes intent on mine," And what do YOU believe? Will the King do this?"
"Yes."
"My God!"
Father jerked the cigar from his mouth to leave room for astonishment. " 'Tis treachery!"
"Aye. A fatted calf led to. slaughter," Rippley replied, for he had come to like the earl.
Rippley took a gulp of the whiskey and uttered a surly grunt.
"It be true then. I heard it bandied about by drunken fools in the tavern, but thought it pickle-brained prattle."
On Father's face was a look that should have been in a scabbard. When he spoke, his tone shook me as much as his words.
"The King impeaches Lord Hind to save himself! This ploy will not fool the people long. It is already bandied about that this war has drained his treasury. And it is common knowledge that our navy has suffered severe damage.
"Our King claimed Catholic tendencies only long enough to indicate to Louis XIV of France that England could be bought as an ally. BOUGHT!"
Father took a gulp of whiskey, choked, sputtered and railed on.
"The French did not buy, for they knew him for a traitor. And by damn, they were not wrong! It is now whispered that His Majesty seeks to enter a Triple Alliance with Sweden and the Netherlands against French aggression in the Netherlands.
When he spoke, Rippley's voice, had gone harsh and rusty, as if from disuse.
"Such an alliance would put an end to the war."
His dark, piercing gaze met mine. The question silently passed between us.
I steeled myself to keep my voice casual. "But it will not save Lord Hind from being impeached and exiled to France."
"The traitorous devil!" Rippley cursed the King, drained his glass and thunked it down on the small table beside his chair.
I was hesitant, choosing my words carefully. "I will have to remain here, in England." Briefly, I explained the earl's reasons that I remain and see to his holdings.
"Aye. Ye will have to remain," Rippley agreed, with a nod. "Otherwise, our King will strip Lord Hind of every farthing."
"Damn me!" Father was beside himself with anger, yet he was thinking ahead.
"My ship will be afloat in a week's time. I took on a Captain, a good one, down at the docks just now. He was a privateer, with a Letter of Marquis, before the King commandeered his ship for the navy.
"My ship rightfully belongs to the earl, since his money paid for it. And by damned, if he goes to France, he will sail in her! If the King hopes to have the Dutch kill the earl, he is in for a disappointment. Dagssin is half pirate, and a damned fine sailor. The Dutch will not take a ship he sails."
"Thank you, Father. But, what preparations should I make? I know naught of running my husband's estates or affairs, yet he has bid me do so."
Father looked perplexed. "I will have my hands full signing on a crew."
He turned to Rippley, as I knew he would.
"My friend, you are knowledgeable in business affairs, you have seen to mine often enough. Will you advise Annastacia and negotiate her affairs?"
The big man's eyes, clearly uncertain, slid to my face. He cocked his head at an inquiring angle.
"I need you now, Rippley. More than I have ever needed you."
His eyes came sharply to mine. I flushed slightly.
Rippley dropped his gaze and glowered into his glass, embarrassed and pretending not to be.
"Aye," he said, his voice low, full of intensity and a little unsteady.
"Then it is settled. Anytime you need me, you know where to find me, Annastacia. Now give me a hug, I must be off."
I saw Father out. When I returned to the library, Rippley was at the window, his back to me, hurriedly trying to adjust his prick in his breeches before I returned.
"So, you did understand me," I said.
Rippley whirled around, his hands guiltily jerking away from his crotch. His face turned red as the velvet chaise in my private chamber.
"Come with me."
I took my beloved, trusted friend to my bedchamber. He was clearly uncomfortable, yet he followed me into the room. I shut the door and crossed to the red chaise and turned to look him right in the eye."
"Rippley, you will father my child."
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. If possible, his face turned even redder.
"Come here to me, Rippley," I said.
Awed to tame compliance, he approached the spot in front of me at which I pointed. He knew that the swelling of his cock was betraying his desire for me, and his hands tried to cover it.
I drew his hands aside.
"You must not try to hide your prick from me-ever again. I am a woman now."
Enticingly, I stroked the bulge between his muscular thighs.
Rippley's big body jerked and he took a step back as if he'd taken a blow in his stomach.
I pointed to the spot on the floor he had just vacated.
"Come back here. When I tell you not to hide your cock from me, I mean it!"
Chastened, Rippley stepped forward again.
I flipped open the buttons on his pants. His big, hard, throbbing cock leapt out from his belly. I dropped his pants around his ankles.
"Ye shan't ... ye shan't...."
His prick was enormous. It was knurled and intriguingly knotty. It would touch off passionate fires in my cunt and put them out, drench them to smoldering ashes, just as gloriously. My drawers grew wet.
"I shall. I am going to lick your lovely cock and kiss it. I am so hungry for the taste of your cock-cum Rippley. I will eat all you feed me." I stuck my tongue out and licked the drooling piss slit.
Rippley gave a full-throated roar. His cock jerked. He shot a humongous amount of semen onto my tits and neck.
As soon as I realized what was happening, I grabbed his exploding dick and aimed it at my open mouth.
When Rippley saw me do that, he closed his eyes and began to shudder helplessly. After what seemed forever, he stopped cuming.
Like a kitten, I lapped his cock clean of cream. I did not rush him, for I knew he would give me a son yet that day.
"Now, did that feel good? Are you not glad that I drank your prick dry?"
Rippley nodded, beyond speech.
"Sit here beside me. Kiss me, Rippley-on the mouth. I would have you taste your own cock-cum from my lips so that you grow excited once more."
The big man was shaking, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
I drew his arms around me, pressed my breasts against his hard chest, and turned my face up for his kiss.
His mouth lowered over mine. The kiss began sweetly, quickly grew in intensity until his mouth consumed mine. Shooting the length of me, a hot core of ecstasy ruled my response. I opened my mouth to him and our tongues dualed. When I began to suck on his tongue, he gave a mighty groan of passion and thrust his hand up between my thighs.
He pulled the leg of my drawers aside, and plunged his hand beneath the cloth to cup my mound, rubbing the whole thing with his palm.
Tiny explosions were going off inside me in a most delightful way.
"Thrust a finger into me, Rippley. Frig me. Use your big finger in my hot, wet pussy. Make me cum as hard as you did. Give me that pleasure, darling ... love me."
Rippley drove his finger to the knuckle in my wide open pussy.
I was ecstatic with passion for him and fell back against the arm of the divan, sprawled wantonly before him.
"Raise my skirts, Rippley. Take down my drawers and look at my pussy as you play with it. Ah, yes, that is the way. Now, do put your finger back into it, darling. Add another finger. Ummm-glorious. I want to be wide open for you when you fuck me. Together, we will make the earl a child, my lover."
Rippley was not a practiced lover, but he did all I asked.
"Let me undress."
He assisted me all he could. On my nude body, his eyes feasted.
"Taste my pussy, darling. First from your fingers and then with your mouth upon it."
Nostrils flaring, Rippley eagerly followed my instructions. He crammed his fingers in his mouth, sucked them voraciously, and ducked his head between my legs. His mouth covered the area with kisses until I told him to stop and use his tongue to fuck my hole. After a bit of that, I ordered him to stand up.
"I want to see your fuctuous piece of man meat."
Rippley stood up, embarrassed, yet gamy.
"Your cock is a beautiful vision of stiffness. See how the mouth waters for a taste of my pussy. Your voluptuous balls bulge with baby making semen. Put your cock in my pussy, Rippley. Plant your baby in my womb."
The earl would have his son. What he didn't know about the fathering of it, did not matter.
Rippley nearly fell over his feet getting between my splayed legs.
He managed to insert his organ in my opening even though it was a magnificently tight fit. A few pokes and my wetness and his pre-cum had him gliding beautifully inside my twat.
I opened my heart, my soul, my pussy, my womb to my friend, my darling, my lover. I gave myself to him totally, completely.
Rippley looked down at me all the while he pumped his prick in and out of my pussy. I could feel the love coming from him, and whispered my own feelings in his ear.
"I love you, darling...."
I thrust my hips up and ground my pussy around on his jerking prick.
"Come inside me. Deep in my belly."
"OH-S-H-I-T!" he cried and slammed deep into me and held there. He ground his teeth together as he came.
The feel of his warm liquid flowing inside me filled me with happiness and lust. My own orgasm rippled through me like leaves before a strong wind.
When we had quieted, I drew him down beside me, and laid my head upon his broad shoulder. I sighed softly, content in knowing that it would be Rippley's child I bore. Rippley's organ never lost its stiffness.
After a moment, I drew him back atop me and he entered me again.
"Ye sweet lass," he murmured, kissing me, yet not missing a stroke.
"Do you still love me?"
"Ye doubt it?"
"No. I just wanted to hear you say you loved me.
"I love ye. God, how I love ye."
"And you wanted to make love to me?"
He grinned. "Ye are truly a growed woman. I saw it comin', but I ne'er thought to have ye."
"Do you like fucking me?"
"I would die to fuck ye." All the while, he pumped his prick into my pussy.
"Oh, my dear, you will not have to. I shall always take you between my legs, your stancheon into my pussy, your tongue in my bottom."
"What!" He flushed but his expression was lustful.
"You have kissed and fucked a lady's ass before?"
Rippley blinked in confusion.
"Nay, you little twat, I have not. I do not know of such things as ladies do. And I would not kiss a whore's ass. I be kissin' yer ass, gladly, if it please you."
I giggled. "Ass loving is not a humiliating thing that one must accept out of hand, darling. You will find that to kiss and lick my asshole will perhaps be even more exciting than to lick my cunt or suck my titties. I will teach you how by licking your ass first."
In the excitement of hearing me speak of such things, Rippley's cock had grown into throbbing enormity, and he was thrusting into me with a bit more force, but not as much as I wanted.
"Ahhh, darling Rippley, slam your prick into me hard!" I moaned, my legs sissoring around him, pulling him closer. His organ made even deeper contact. My gripping pussy sucked on his dick.
"I feel my orgasm creeping up on me, darling. Suck my titties!"
I drew his head down and shoved a fat nipple into his open and ready mouth. I ground my hips in a sensual rhythm beneath him. I loved the way he fucked me, the deep, full thrusts. He nearly withdrew the head each time, letting my pussy lips kiss the ridge before he thrust it back into me. What delicious sensations it caused!
I slid my fingers through Rippley's moist, hairy crack, found his asshole, and quickly gouged a finger into its hot depths.
He gave a strangled bellow, and we both came violently. In the exquisite throes of orgasm, we clung to each other, with great shuddering gasps.
My cunt was glutted with Rippley's climatic semen. Feeling a deep love for him, I lay quiet, letting his seed flow into my womb. He hugged me to him.
"It is done. Your seed will grow inside me."
"Are ye sure, lass?" It was the first time Rippley had ever questioned me.
"It will be a boy. He will love you always and be with you. Yet, he will never know the truth-that you are his father. He will believe himself the son of Turney Hind. Will you mind that so much, darling, knowing as you do that he will love you more than any man?"
"Aye. That I will. But I will not change it."
His frown deepened. With a troubled gaze, he asked softly. "It be true? Ye and I shall be together as we are now, in years to come?"
"I have said so." I swept down and kissed him. "You are a great, soft-hearted fake, Rippley!"
He gave me a crooked, self-conscious grin which tipped my heart.
"Few married people will share the love we shall share. Even fewer will know the joys of so many years together. You must never be jealous of my other lovers, for your place is in my heart."
"Other lovers?" He looked shocked.
"I will have many. Many.... None of any consequence. Does that displease you?"
"Aye. Yet, I would not say nay to you. I would rather not know of it."
"You must know of it. You will walk in on it from time to time. Other men will fuck me in our bed. I will have other cocks in my mouth and up my ass."
"You wish to do this?"
"I wish to fuck whom I please, when I please and the way I please."
Rippley nodded. "So be it, lass. I can deny you nothing now."
"Will you love me less?"
He cupped my face between his big hands.
"Nay, lass, I will love you until I draw my dying breath."
"Yes," I replied, and you will die a very, very old man."
"You witch!" he said with a chuckle and grabbed ahold of me, pulling me on top of him. His hard muscles were relaxed and supple.
My thoughts, as he kissed me, were all happy ones.
CHAPTER SIX
Father's ship was christened, THE ANNASTACIA, the day before my husband was impeached. i broke the bottle of champagne on her bow myself. It was the day and the hour of my introduction to Dagssin, the privateer my father had called half pirate, yet had hired to sail THE ANNASTACIA.
From the moment our eyes met, I KNEW. And it excited me.
Aside, I whispered to Missy. "THAT IS A MAN!"
He was a hell-born combination of powerful, civilized man and wild conquering Dane. Well over six feet tall, shoulders so broad they made my head swim, and skin the color of mahogany. He had a thatch of blond hair that tended to ruffle in the wind, and a well-trimmed beard that covered most of his face.
There was a look about the Captain that made me believe no man would be foolish enough to cross him without good cause. He walked with that odd, rolling gate all seamen have.
And his eyes-his eyes were smoky blue, and they glowed with a savage inner fire when he looked at me. He had a way of raising his eyebrows that seemed like an immoral proposal.
And Joy! His cock strained against his trousers. As I brazenly stared at it, it dashed itself zealously against the buttoned closure, threatening to burst free and take me.
I would have liked nothing better. Alas, my father and others were present, so the Captain and I went about our separate duties.
In the carriage, headed back to Shaftstall Hall, Missy became upset about her father's demand that she marry.
"He said if I do not choose a husband, he will do it for me," she wailed bitterly.
"Then you must find someone of your liking very soon. Is there no one at all?"
"No one like the earl," she said, her eyes going dreamy.
I took her hand in mine and said gently. "It does not have to be a man of importance, Missy. It CAN be a commoner, if it is your choice."
Eyes round, she said in a soft little voice," Father would disown me."
"Would you rather that, or to live a miserable life just to please him?"
She looked at me for the longest time, as if trying to make up her mind about something. After a period of silence, her eyes looked directly into mine.
"You are my friend, and I know you will never betray me. There is someone-a blacksmith...."
When I gave her hand an encouraging squeeze and showed not the least surprise or horror, she continued.
"Oh, Annie, he has the most wonderful, huge prick, and he does everything imaginable to me. I would love to have him for a husband. But father would kill me and him if I should do such a thing."
"Then go away from here with your blacksmith."
She shook her head. Tears filled her eyes.
"He has no money to speak of. He is a poor, but proud man, and he would not have me live the life of a peasant woman, although I have told him that it does not matter how I live as long as I have him."
"Would he work at something other than smithing?"
Missy looked lost.
"I do not know. Why do you ask?"
"Because, I have special need of someone to go to France-to take care of-someone very special to me. This-person will need a man and a woman. You and your mysterious blacksmith would be perfect. I trust you to give-this person-the best of care, and to supervise the household. Your husband could supervise the grounds and drive-this person about, when called upon to do so. You would both be well paid and have well appointed rooms in the main house. You may hire those servants you will need to maintain your-and this person's style of living."
"Oh, it sounds wonderful! You cannot tell me who this woman-or man is?"
"Not yet. But this person likes to frolic. Would your blacksmith enter into games with three people? Games such as we play now? Or, would he be jealous of you-possessive?"
"I do not believe he would. Bastian dearly loves doing the same sexual things I love. He made mention of his-well, fucking his brother's wife in the barn while her husband sat beside them and milked the cow. I believe Bastian must have enjoyed that, for his cock grew hard in the telling of it."
"Make sure. Ask him-Bastian, for I would not have trouble about it later."
"I will. But, how would we ever get to France?"
"You would sail on Father's ship. The Captain could marry you."
"This all seems too good to be true. It is like a dream." Suddenly, she had a thought. "Annie, I have always wanted you to stand beside me when I was wed."
"I will stand beside you, Missy. On the very same deck while that big Dane marries you. Mind you though, speak of this to no one, except your lover, and caution him not to speak of it either."
The rest of the afternoon, we planned and shopped for those things she would need for her wedding. Then, she hurried away to the blacksmith shop to tell her lover the good news. She then dispatched Rippley, with a note informing her mother that she would again be dining with me.
That night, the earl joined Raynor and Missy and me for some fun.
Raynor wanted to play 'horsey' He bid us all undress. Then, he ordered Missy and me down on our knees to crawl about the floor like horses.
Raynor mounted Missy's back, the earl mounted mine. With their squirts, they whipped us into a canter of sorts, using our hair for reins.
Twice, the earl came unseated and I thought he would pull my hair out by the roots. My eyes teared from pain.
Our riders enjoyed flaying our buttocks, even though we were 'cantering' as fast as we could go. I didn't enjoy the game at all.
The earl was resting far too much of his weight on me. I began to huff with the effort. My knees felt sore. They were rubbed raw by the rugs. I balked.
The earl got off me and went behind me and shoved the handle of his squirt up my butt. Then, he ordered me to crawl around the floor while they all watched my punishment.
By then, Missy's knees were sore too, so we ended the game.
But the earl would not let me remove the squirt from my bung before I stood up. He insisted that I walk around with it obscenely hanging from my ass like a misplaced mare's tail.
Raynor got a thrill out of it and decided that Missy needed to have a crop hanging from her ass too. So, he bent her over, and stood behind her holding his squirt. My husband straddled Missy's back and playfully made a circle with his fingers around her asshole.
"Hit the target. Spear her asshole! Crop her ass!"
Raynor thrust the squirt up Missy's rectum. Missy mewled in delight. She was getting as addicted to these perversions as I was. They made us walk around like that for a time so that they might enjoy the view of the whips bobbing about in our asses.
Ecstatically happy, Missy whispered to me, when we were on the far side of the room.
"I have never seen Bastian gawp so as when I told him. Even his pride would not let him say no. It is a chance too delicious, too perfect for him to pass up. He was so excited by my telling him that he would be frolicking with this-person, that he ejaculated all over my bottom before he got it in."
Missy was jubilant. My heart lifted, with happiness for her even though dread lurked in my mind for my beloved husband.
"I will beat father and mother at their game!" she said with triumphant exultation.
"Our lovers grow curious about our whispers," I told her. "Get up on the chair and I will have a go at your ass."
Missy giggled and climbed atop a chair. She spraddled out, and bent forward so I could get my head up between her slender thighs.
"Lick me between the legs!" Missy cried, looking down at me and giving me a wink.
I had to bend my knees the slightest bit to get low enough to put my tongue on the right spot. I drove my oral digit straight up her twat. The crop sticking out of her ass incommoded me somewhat. I had to squat lower to keep from hitting it with my head as I licked her ripe, pouty pussy.
Through the use of the mirror, I could see the men move to the edge of their chairs. I made delicious licking and sucking sounds to arouse their lusts even more.
For her part, Missy thrilled them by moaning and alternately begging me to lick her ass, or tongue fuck her cunt, or suck on her clitty.
At one point, I grabbed the crop and worked it up and down in her wriggling behind.
I heard the earl say, "Missy comes on fast for such a young girl."
"Likes another girl's tongue inserted in her twat, it is plain to see," Raynor replied.
"The two little beauties grew up with their tongues shoved up each other's twats," the earl said, jerking his cock with breathless excitement.
"I can see now why you married the Lady Hind, uncle. Someday I hope to find such a wonderful, fucking bitch, if I am fortunate enough." Raynor stroked his cock, which had turned ferociously purple with engorged blood.
"You can marry Missy. She is a hot little bitch, willing. You'll never have to fear bedding a frigid wife," the earl reasoned, not taking his eyes off us.
Suddenly, Missy jumped down from the chair, grabbed me, and we stood before the frigging men, our trembling bodies locked in a tight embrace.
Sensuously, we rubbed our titties and our cunts against each other. Our mouths open, our tongues dualed wetly. Now and again, we would kiss passionately. And then, we used our hands to frig each other's tush.
We fell to the floor, our asses toward them, laying on our backs. We looked at each other, raised our legs as if it had been previously agreed upon, grasped the squirts, and fucked our asses with them while our fingers frigged the other's clit.
Raynor moaned. "My God! Look at those filthy little bitches go at each other. Look what they do to their assholes!"
"Is it not exhilarating to watch two sluttish ladies ride crops and frig each other as they spend?"
"Kiss me," Missy gasped, and drew her face close to mine.
I kissed her, sucking on her tongue until our orgasms exploded inside us.
I writhed and rolled and jerked about on the floor as if I was an idiot having a fit.
"They are aiming!"
I glanced into the mirror just in time to see my husband ejaculate ardently into the air.
The next thing I knew, Raynor fell on me.
"Put it in! Hurry, I am going to cum!"
It would make no difference if he came in me or on the floor. But, I dutifully grabbed his prick and shoved it between my lips and into my slot.
Raynor ejaculated a great amount into me immediately.
Soon thereafter, the earl bid Raynor and Missy leave us. Then, he poured out wine and sat beside me before the fire. After a few moments of companionable silence, he drew my hand to his lips and slowly kissed each finger.
"You have played the whore so well this night that I am exhausted-dried up. I did spend four times. My happiness is nearly complete, my love, my lady, my young darling, my wife.
"I thought to be your master, but I am your slave. I worship you. As you give me everything, I can deny you nothing. All I have is yours."
His eyes softly adored me, his tender fingers stroked my cheek.
I smiled and leaned back.
My husband turned into my arms so that I was holding him as a mother would hold her baby. He began to suckle at my breasts. Not as a lustful lover, but as a baby, whose tummy is full, yet it seeks the comfort of its mother's body.
It brought out my maternal instincts. I cradled him to my breast like an infant and stroked his hair and crooned to him. Then, I softly sang an old Irish lullabye my nanny used to sing to me.
Finally, when my husband stopped nursing and slumped heavily against me, my nipples still in his mouth, I knew he was asleep.
I remained there throughout the night, holding him, loving him, and knowing that soon, I would have to give him up.
The next day, my husband was impeached and given two days to leave England. The news spread like fire in the wind.
In tears, Missy immediately rushed to my side, afraid for the earl and for me. I was forced to tell her that we had expected it to happen and were, for the most part, prepared.
"Missy, that person I spoke of trusting you to care for, it is the earl."
"Oh, my God! How I wish it was not." The terrible truth hit her then. Her shocked eyes stared at me. "You are not coming to France!"
She trembled with fear, yet I knew she sensed my own unhappiness. I calmly explained to her why I could not remain with my husband in France.
"So, you see, I must return to England aboard THE ANNASTACIA when she sails."
Missy understood.
She had been sneaking her clothes and personal belongings from her parents home for over a week and bringing them to Shaftstall Hall in preparation for her elopement.
"Go out and buy what other things you must take with you. Take all your purchases with you. Do not have them delivered here, or to the ship. Someone might become suspicious and inform your father.
"Do not come here again. And do not go to Bastian. It would be folly to get caught by your father now and have him lock you away. Before you leave me, write a note to Bastian. Tell him he will not see you again until he boards THE ANNASTACIA. I will dispatch Rippley to him immediately with your note and other instructions.
Bastian must go aboard THE ANNASTACIA with his tools as if he was summoned to do some work. Tonight, Rippley will transfer to the ship what Bastian wishes to take with him."
"Oh, Annie, I am so excited and frightened."
"Do you wish to change your mind?"
"No. Not that. I have never done anything so daring before."
"You have asked enough suitors if they would like to fuck your pussy like your uncle," I reminded her, knowing it would make her laugh, and it did.
I kissed her.
"I will see you on THE ANNASTASIA, tomorrow morning before dawn."
She hugged me and was gone.
All that day, the servants rushed madly about gathering and packing what I wished the earl to take with him. And the one thing I insisted upon packing was the mirror from our chamber.
That evening, I told the earl what arrangements I had made for his care. He seemed pleased that Missy was to be with him in exile. I explained that she would be married to her blacksmith by the ship's captain. Yet, I could tell that his attention was only half on what I said.
At dawn, we set sail on the morning tide. Only Father and Rippley were on shore to wave us off. In the morning mist, we soon lost sight of them. The earl stood on deck and watched his beloved England fall away.
Dagssin, Captain of THE ANNASTACIA, gave us his cabin and Missy and Bastian were to share the First Mate's quarters. We planned the wedding for mid morning.
The earl and I finally went to our cabin and lay side by side on the bed that Dagssin had brought aboard for our comfort. The sea rocked us. Out of the blue, the earl began to speak.
"Such a proper, elegant lady you are. I am proud to have you for my wife. Yet, your delicate whorishness, your brazen adultery, incites me to acts of impassioned lecheries.
"I have long realized how the exhibitionism excites you, young Lady Hind. When you assume those indecent positions, I can feel your loose, wanton desire to be violated as my eyes behold you."
As he spoke, the earl grew more and more excited. He pulled the buttons of his britches open and took out his shriveled, white worm. Slowly, he began to stroke it.
"I share your shiver of licentious passion as an earthy cock rips into your hot, starved little asshole. Here," he said, placing my hand upon his prick.
"Take it, jack me off so that I might wet my fingers with the spicy broth from your asshole.
"Do you now, speak to me of foul, vulgar, filthy things, you hussy. Perchance then, I can get off, using a bit of imagination, for I feel extremely goatish."
"You will never get off this way," I told the earl, "even if I let you lick my ass. Go get that handsome Captain and bring him here to fuck me. That will get us both off nicely."
I sat up on the bed and looked down at him.
"I don't know. ... He is your father's man. He may get in his cups and speak of it. Why not summon Missy and her lover?"
"No. I want to fuck the Captain. Besides, if he should say anything and it reach Father's ears, Father would have him keel-hauled."
The earl nodded. "You are right."
As I sat there, he put a hand behind my bottom, he shoved two fingers up my pussy, grinding them around and looked at me.
"You lust after the big devil. You want him to fuck you, here, in the pussy."
"Yes. I want that big brute to fuck me while you watch. My response to his lovemaking will make you shoot your jissom strong and hard."
This was true. But more than that, I longed to have my poor little cunt rubbed raw by that privateer's cock. I nearly swooned thinking how rough he might fuck me and perhaps finger my asshole. It was said that all sailors loved to fuck assholes, for they were at sea for long periods of time.
"Go now, fetch the man. As a loving wife, I long to see the passion riding you. I long to have your sexual happiness as I fuck for you. But most of all, I wish that giant man to put his prick way up inside me."
"You might get with child from him," the earl said, feeling torn between wanting to and not wanting to do as I asked.
"I did not intend to speak too soon. Should some misfortune happen, you will not be disappointed. I AM WITH CHILD NOW."
"MY LADY!" The earl fell to his knees before me and hugged me, his face radiant. "Oh, that I could remain by your side now! You will have my child alone. ... it may be years before I lay eyes on it."
His eyes filled with tears. I KNEW. He was right, but I sought to console him with a lie.
I pressed his head to my knees and told him it would not be so.
"Your son will be born strong of limb and mind. When he is still suckling at my breast, we shall come to France for one month. He will love you. And he will beg to cross the ocean to see you. And we will come, twice each year with Dagssin's help."
The impeached Chief Advisor to the King, buried his head in my lap and sobbed like a baby. And I loved him then, as a mother loves her son. It was a gentle, penetrating, protective kind of love, and my tears fell upon his head.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was a rapping on the door. The earl stood, wiped his tears away, and gave me a shaky smile before calling out.
"Who is it? What do you want?"
"It be Bastian, me Lord. Mistress Wakefield bid me fetch Lady Hind to assist 'er in the mate's quarters."
"Let him in," I whispered to my husband. Quickly, I wiped away my own tears. I was still rearranging my clothing when the earl opened the door.
"Step inside, man. Do not stand there gawping." The earl pulled the uneasy man into the room. I gave Bastian a tremulous smile. "Thank you for coming. I will go to Missy directly."
My husband was anything but a snob. He beamed and slapped the squirming, uncomfortable blacksmith on his back. Heartily, he announced, "I am to be a father!"
Bastian relaxed enough to grin and remember his manners.
"It be an 'appy day fer us both, me Lord! Me Laidy...."
"We shall have a drink to celebrate while the ladies prepare for your wedding!" the earl said.
I left them there, speaking together like old friends.
I helped Missy into her gown. She looked an angel, all in white, her fair skin glowing and her blond hair arranged up on her head, curly tendrils escaping here and there.
As soon as she was ready, I rushed to my room to change also. My husband and Bastian were gone. Before I summoned Missy, I went up on deck to make certain everyone was ready.
In anticipation of the wedding ceremony, the crew stood tall, in a line along the port side of the ship. Every sailor's hair was slicked down with water. They stared at me in awe as I approached. I suppose, they had never seen such a vision on their deck before.
I must admit, I did look lovely. I had chosen a pink satin gown with tiny white bows tied here and there on the skirt. The bodice was cut titillatingly low, nearly exposing my nipples, and was seeded with pearls from the orient.
From the moment Dagssin caught sight of me, his cock began to stiffen.
The earl, with Bastian by his side, asked, "Are we ready, then?"
"We are, if all is ready here."
The captain asked Bastian, "Ye have a ring for yer bride?"
Bastian shook his head. "There be no time...."
"'Er. This will have to do then."
I saw a flash of precious diamonds and rubies as the golden ring changed hands.
Bastian stared at it stupidly.
"It be worth a fortune. I nay 'ave the money to pay ye." He tried to hand it back.
Dagssin waved it away.
"'Tis spoils of war. It cost me nothing. Take it, as my wedding gift to ye both. May it bring ye happiness and many babies."
He turned and left Bastian staring at him.
I moved up beside the confused man. "It is a lovely ring, Bastian. Give it to Missy with your love, for it will be more valuable to her than it will be to the Captain."
"Ye believe I should?"
"Yes, I do. Now, I will go fetch your bride."
It was a very simple ceremony. Dagssin's voice, deep and strong, rose above the wind. His cock rose too.
Missy was radiant. Her eyes nearly popped out when Bastian placed the ring on her finger. Mistress Missy Wakefield became Madame Ewald, and there was naught her father could do to stop it.
Rum was portioned out to the crew, and my husband opened a bottle of wine to toast the married couple's happiness. Then, the crew returned to their tasks.
Missy and Bastian soon disappeared below.
The first mate, a tall, burly man, inquired of the earl if he would care to look about the ship.
My husband was delighted and went off with the man.
I was left standing alone, beside the missen mast.
"It is time. Come up here, woman," Dagssin said from directly behind me.
I whirled, my heart pounding and leaping about in my chest. "Time for what?" I KNEW.
"To talk. I respect Lord Hind, yet ye sorely temp me, woman. I want to know just what it is that ye are up to. Up the ladder with ye!"
He pushed me toward a ladder that led to the platform he had requested my father have built especially for him.
He assisted me up the ladder, following close behind, his arms around me as I climbed so that I might not fall. I pretended not to notice his familiarity.
My heart was in my throat. My voice, when I spoke, sounded like a mouse.
"That was a very thoughtful and unselfish gesture, giving Bastian the ring. I am afraid none of us, but you, remembered."
The blond giant grinned.
"Ye look like an angel, my lady, and she," he made a sweeping gesture with his hand to indicate the ship, "flies across the water like one."
My knees were weak. Once atop the platform, I went to the rail and clung to it.
From behind me, Dagssin placed his hands on either side of me on the rail, entrapping me.
Again, I pretended not to notice. I gazed at the sky, birds, our wake and finally, the busy seamen working below us. The earl was in the stern speaking with the first mate, his back to me.
Yet I SAW nothing. I kept thinking, T want the captain to fuck me."
"Lord Hind is a good man. Yer father is my employer. Yet it is deep in my mind that ye tease me intentionally. What is it you are trying to do? Hurt yer father, or put horns on the earl?"
"Neither. Father will never know. The earl already does."
"What do you mean?" His tone was no more than a growl.
"I mean that my husband knows of my interest in you, and he has given me his permission to seek you out."
"No fancy words! Say it plain. Yer husband will allow me to bed ye?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"He wishes to watch us make love."
"Christ! And me wanting to fuck ye bad enough to let 'em!"
Dagssin whipped up the back of my skirt and petticoats.
I turned my head and looked at him.
He drew a thick, heavy knife from its sheath.
I cried out. The sun glinted on the wicked blade, making me shut my eyes momentarily from the blinding glare.
"Do not be frightened. I am going to carve a hole in yer drawers so I can enter ye through it. I wish to fuck ye here, Annastacia, on the rolling deck of yer namesake, while my men go about their duties below."
I opened my eyes when Dagssin took ahold of the backside of my drawers.
"How wicked of you!" I cried, wishing he would hurry. "No one can see what you are up to?"
"Only yer husband, should he give my first mate the slip."
"MY LORD!" I cried very loud and waved my arm at my husband when he turned his head and looked at me. I beckoned for him to come to me.
Dagssin cursed. "What in hell did ye do that for?"
"I wish my husband to be beside me when you do it to me. He will wish it too."
"CHRIST ALMIGHTY! Are ye daft, woman!"
I called down, "Do come up and speak with the captain."
Dagssin swore again and flung my skirts down in disgust.
The earl stepped up onto the platform.
"Ah, Captain ... I see your cock is hard enough to fuck my wife. Why do you dally?"
"He is not used to a husband giving him permission to screw his wife. I think he is shy about having you watch."
"Do not be shy, Captain. My wife wishes you to fuck her. I was about to come and get you when the wedding interrupted my plans. I say, do lift her skirts and insert your penis into her sweet little twat."
Dagssin lifted my skirts again. The earl stepped closer.
I leaned farther over the rail, giving the Captain a good deal of exposed area to make his entry way.
I felt the cloth being slashed and thrilled to the feel.
"I say! What a jolly good idea!" the earl cried and I felt him helping to hold my skirts up around my bum while Dagssin used his knife.
Dagssin must have taken his cock out of his breeches then. For he said, "Turn yer head. Look at what I am going to stick into ye, my Lady Hind."
I looked and trembled. The enormity of his blue-veined hardness made my twat itch. My juices flowed down my legs, fouling the seat of my drawers.
"Do ye look upon the Captain's cock too, my Lord," I gasped. "I never thought to have such a bull. Its heavy-set bulk will breach my tiny pussy with splendor. My pussy yearns for its far-reaching length. It will easily span the distance between my pussy and my mouth. When he spends deep in my belly, I shall taste his semen on my tongue."
While I spoke the vulgarities my Lord loved and needed, he became quite excited and took his cock out and began to frig it.
The Captain fisted his spectacular member, took careful aim at the hole in my drawers, and entered me through it.
Oh, bliss! Rapture! Lust filled me full, as the ridge at the head of his penis forced its way through my lips. Fire rapidly spread through me. Dagssin slowly implanted the corpulent remainder of his stiff club in my hungry pussy hole.
Deeply violating me, Dagssin pressed his pubic mound tight against my bottom, his colossal prick wedged deeply, firmly inside me. He gave me a few short punches with his prick, pinning me between him and the rail.
I prayed the rail was stronger than he was. Every fiber of my body trembled and shook with wild, intoxicating passion. I gave a small cry of exquisite pleasure, clinging to the wooden bar before me.
Dagssin's pulsing centre of power eased out of me and slid back in to the hilt.
My cheeks felt flushed as I gazed at the men below. Erotic images, of how I looked to them, and the earl, filled my mind.
Dagssin's huge, calloused hands grasped my waist and held me steady as he began to drive fiercely into my awesomely stretched pussy. Thicker and thicker his timber grew. Inside me, I could feel his manhood throbbing wildly.
My syrupy, meaty cavity clutched at his prick, sucking on his rampaging flesh. Legs spread wide, I thrust back against him. Then, I began to rotate my puss on the impaling shaft.
As if he might spend too soon, Dagssin slowed.
His plunges grew long and even. His spongy cockhead probed every nook and cranny inside my voracious cunt.
The earl backed up to the rail beside me, facing Dagssin. Rhythmically, he jerked his pud with one hand and slid the other beneath my skirts. My husband's fingers slipped deliciously up my leg and stroked my clitty with experienced accuracy.
My joyful cry was whipped away by the wind. Loud enough for the earl's ears, I said, "He possesses my body hungrily. The unbearable fullness strains at my flesh. I feel all-consuming joy, for the wicked Captain's big prick fucks my whoring pussy, my Lord. I cuckold you.
"Do you slide your fingers a bit lower. Feel his cock inside me?"
The earl's fingers probed about my well-fucked hole.
The mighty sea captain grunted at the touch of my husband's fingers intimately stroking our joined flesh. There was a barely perceptible hesitancy to Dagssin's strokes, almost as if he was about to protest.
All the sensations of rapture drove me on. My senses spun wildly when my husband began to boldly urge me to cum on the captain's prick.
"Ride him hard, you wicked little saucebox!"
I twisted and said to Dagssin, "Withdraw from me, so my husband might see your machine wetly coated with my pussy juices. Let my husband gaze upon my sopping hole as you put it back inside of me."
"Oh, yes!" The earl bent forward so that he might see.
Dagssin, terribly aroused now, did not protest. He drew his cock out and gave my husband a good viewing of its glistening, crimson girth.
I said to the earl, "Do take my lover's cock in your hand, my husband, and place it back inside my pussy hole."
I heard Dagssin growl.
"I have his prick. I am putting his mast in you, Lady Hind."
The act of such licentiousness thrilled me so that when I felt my husband put that huge tool into me, I came.
"MY LORD! I COME!"
My husband and the Captain simultaneously joined me in those final, delicious, shuddering moments of orgasm.
Our heat slowly cooled under the stiff, cool, Northerly breeze as we sailed toward France.
Dagssin and the earl tucked their organs back into their pants.
I lowered my skirts, and we chatted as friends will.
"The Lady Hind will be returning to England with you, Captain," my husband said, his tone casual.
"Aye."
"You will take care of her?"
"Aye."
"You must fuck her. Keep her pussy filled and content on the return voyage."
Dagssin grinned.
"Damn me, Earl, that I will! Do not worry yer self about that."
"I shall rely on you. I tell you now, she is with child. And though I am loath to tell any man how to take his pleasure upon a woman, in this instance....
"Take every precaution not to harm either my wife or child with peculiar acts of forceful sex or roudiness of fierce passion, for they are my most precious possessions."
"I will treat 'er gently till the babe be born. They will not be harmed, by me or anyone else. I guarantee that, my Lord."
I gazed up at my big lover. I KNEW. And I was anxious.
"Then, I shall place them in your able hands, Captain."
Dagssin nodded.
"Come to our cabin tonight. I wish to partake of that shaft in your loins, again," I said, and went down the ladder, leaving him staring after me.
An hour after dinner, Dagssin rapped on the cabin door. My husband let him in.
I lay on the bed, a thin covering drawn over my nude body. Only my succulent breasts were exposed to him.
Without a word, Dagssin undressed. His cunt-basher jumped as his passionate, warming gaze fixed on my breasts, making my nipples stiffen.
His hand flicked away the cover. His was a look of raw lust. He filled the room with his intense, masculine virility. Even my husband felt it.
"You want her." This from the earl as he watched Dagssin.
"Aye. I want yer wife. Any man who says he does not be either a liar or a Eunuch."
"Feast your eyes on my wife's titties, her bare loveliness. Hold her breasts-lick them-kiss them. Cover that passionate jewel between her legs with burning kisses. Lie upon her and pour your seed deep into her belly. Turn her over and lavish affectionate caresses on her sovereign buttocks. Then, spread them wide apart and kiss the puckered rosebud nestled in her crack. Kiss her asshole."
I cried, "Do kiss my ass, Captain, for my husband and I love it so."
Some of our perversions, I suspected, even the experienced Captain had never imagined.
I turned over, and raised my buttocks in the air, inviting him to partake.
"The Captain is making my asshole very wet with his spittle, darling. Ahh, that feel sooo goooood.
"I have a very special reward for you both for giving me such pleasure. Something I will wager neither of you have ever had a woman do to you before."
"What is it, you naughty thing?" my husband asked huskily.
"A surprise. Something I thought up myself."
The earl became wildly excited by my promise and licked and kissed my upturned ass cheeks and ravenously licked my asshole himself. He squeezed and patted my buns while Dagssin watched. When the earl realized he was holding up things, he stepped aside.
"Go right ahead, Captain. Lick my wife's asshole. Right there, see, that sweet little hole. Here, let me help you. I will spread her quivering buns for you."
Dagssin rubbed his nose against my bung and sniffed deeply. He licked and rooted and tongued me between the buttocks so well that I did believe that he had done it to women before. Then, he surprised me by pulling away.
"You lick her tiny little asshole now, my Lord," he said to my husband.
The earl's hungry mouth clamped over my asshole, his head pressed deep into my behind.
Dagssin took both my breasts in his hands and began to work them.
"Your tits will feed an army of babies, Lady Hind."
He leaned down and began to suckle them each in turn.
"Do not call me Lady Hind when we make love."
"Aye. What would ye have me call ye?"
"Oh, whore, bitch, slut, hussy, any, or all of those names will do nicely."
"I would not insult ye."
"It would not insult, but arouse me, and my husband as well."
He looked into my eyes, gripped my nipples and jerked them away from their fleshy mounds.
"Ye give me a cockstand, bitch! Sprawled like a whorish slut with a man's head up yer ass!"
"Pull his head out of my ass, and I will show you my surprise."
I sat on the edge of the bed and made them stand close together before me, so that I might suck first one cock and then the other. As our passions built, I tried to cram both cocks into my mouth at once. There was not enough room.
So, I kept one prick hot, by frigging it, while I sucked the other. Sometimes, I rubbed the velvety, slobbering heads of their cocks together, or over the others balls, or over my chin or cheek.
Within minutes, they both did spend, firing their great, loaded cannons at me from point-blank range.
Afterwards, my husband stroked my hair lovingly.
"You devine creature. How your mouth warms my blood. The sight of you with two cocks in your hungry mouth aroused me to unbearable ecstasies."
"Ye are a goddess of voluptuousness," Dagssin declared, assisting me to my feet. He put both his hands on my bottom and pulled me hard up against him. Ignoring the earl, he kissed me, dipping his tongue into my semen coated mouth, and his fingers into the crack of my ass while my husband looked on.
An urgent pounding on the door broke us apart. We scrambled for our clothing.
Dagssin called out. "What is it?"
"Ship off the starb'd bow, Cap'n! Sails 'cross the moon!"
"Coming!"
Dagssin quickly dressed and left.
The earl followed him soon after.
I KNEW. Unafraid, I calmly followed anyway. After all, it was a beautiful, cool night, and the breeze felt delicious on my fevered skin.
Dagssin was a good Captain and an even better sailor. THE ANNASTACIA, for all her cargo, proved fast in the water, slipping silently through the dark sea.
During the night, we safely rounded Dover and slipped into the English Channel.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The wind whipped up whitecaps and then swells. Dark thunderheads built throughout the day. Channel crossings were always rough, this one was more so than usual.
The earl was restlessly strolling about the ship.
I stood at the rail, gazing at the violent movement of the sea, and feeling sad. Soon, we would arrive in France, and I would have to give my husband up. I must not cry. I MUST NOT CRY. The earl would be bound to suspect something amiss if he saw me grieve so.
Now that my husband had been impeached, I knew that my 'friends' would fall away, just as the earl's had fallen away from him. I consoled myself with the thought that there was Rippley, and my baby. And there was Dagssin.
I placed a protective hand on my belly and felt happier. A baby was growing inside me. I had known the moment Rippley's seed had wiggled into my womb.
"My Lady, yer graceful beauty distracts my men from their duties." The Captain's usually hearty rumble was now a softly spoken vibration in my ear.
I smiled at him.
"Do you flatter me, or wish to confine me to my cabin?"
His eyebrows rose in that immoral question. "Aye. If ye be on yer back."
"You scoundrel!" I laughed and flirted guardedly with the man. There was naked hunger in his eyes. Yet also a softness that melted me into a languid state of deep affection for him.
The ship heaved suddenly on a swell and I was thrown off balance. Dagssin caught mt in his strong arms.
"Steady as she goes, my Lady. I would not have ye bandied about on my deck." Dagssin's blue eyes softened as he searched my face. "Where is the earl?"
"Strolling about the ship."
"Let us go below."
In the cabin, we undressed without either of us speaking of our desires. Dagssin gently laid me back on the bed.
"Ye have fine, soft titties."
He put his face in them and nuzzled them.
"I am hungry," he said, pulling a tit nipple into his mouth and gently sucking on it."
"I have thought to feel yer naked breasts touch my skin-all over."
Dagssin laid back on the bed.
"Rub them against me, Annastacia. Bathe my face, my chest, my groin, my thighs, with the soft touch of yer beautiful titties."
On my knees, I bent over the captain. Using my hands to assist me, I began to rub my titties over his entire torso. I was still enjoying the feel of brushing my sensitive nipples against his thick chest hair when the door opened and Missy stuck her head inside.
"May we come in?"
"Yes, join us," I replied, knowing Dagssin wanted me to himself, yet not wishing to turn Missy away and hurt her feelings.
To make up for it, I pressed my titty flesh down between Dagssin's thick, muscular thighs. He inhaled sharply at the feel of my breasts on his cock and balls. And it had the desired affect. He paid Missy and Bastian no mind.
After a few minutes when no one spoke, I looked to see what the newly wedded couple were doing.
Missy and Bastian stood just inside the door watching us. Bastian had his hands beneath her dress, fingering her pussy. In return, Missy had her husband's cock in her hand jerking him off.
I got a stupendous thrill from watching and being watched. "Come on in and join us."
I moved up onto the bed and whispered to Dagssin that I would like him to fuck me doggie fashion. "That position will give Missy and Bastian a good view of your big prick fucking into my hot, juicy pussy."
Dagssin's iron dick forked out from his pubic hair as he got into place behind me.
Missy came around and slid beneath me to suck my titties.
Bastian just stood there, his prick bobbing about wildly, not seeming to know what he should do.
Just then, the earl said, "Well, I see the fun has begun.
Dagssin grunted, automatically saying what he knew would please my husband. "Fucking her. Fucking your wife's pussy. Hot little bitch. Going to fuck her-shove my meat up her sweet, babyish pussy. Uhhh!"
Dagssin penetrated my cunt.
I was hotter than the fires of hell.
"Watch him screw me, my husband!"
The earl reached down between our bodies and slid a finger up into my pussy hole along with Dagssin's cock as it fucked in and out of me.
"Bastian! Come here and kiss me," I begged.
Like an over-eager child, the man fell onto the bed and his mouth covered mine. There was nothing unsure or timid about him now.
Suddenly, Bastian got to his knees and shoved his prick into my mouth.
I exploded in a mind boggling orgasm. So did Dagssin.
Then, I made Bastian lay down on the bed. Missy sat on him and pierced her cunt with his weapon.
The earl got behind her and entered her rectum. It excited me, and Dagssin too, to see the two men fuck her like that.
Before they climaxed, Dagssin had me back on the bed on my back. He threw my legs up over my shoulders so that my ass was raised and nicely exposed.
Dagssin rubbed his cock head against my asshole. My shitter was going to get fucked while my husband and Missy and Bastian fucked right next to us.
The situation took me to the most exquisite heights. The others came before we did. So, they watched us until we both spent our loads.
Missy licked my ass clean. And while she was doing that, her husband was licking hers clean.
Then, Missy got off the bed and insisted that Bastian crawl between my legs and taste my pussy. While her bridegroom did so, Missy watched. Using her hands to hold her ass cheeks wide apart, she fingered her asshole for their pleasure.
"My, God, this little bitch is a hot one," the earl gurgled to Dagssin, "but I am not able to do anything about it at the moment. Go to it if you will, Captain."
Dagssin leaned forward and stuck a finger up Missy's asshole and twisted it around.
Missy raised her leg and put her foot up on the earl's knee.
I could see that Dagssin was putting another finger up her asshole. Then, he added a third. I told Bastian to pull his tongue out of my pussy and stick his cock in his wife's mouth.
Bastian's prick was throbbing and pulsing and straining to get at his bride. She kept rolling her ass and bucking on the fingers up her butt hole.
Bastian saw that the pirate captain had his fingers up Missy's bare ass. Excited, Bastian rammed his big prick into his bride's mouth up to his balls, driving it right on down her throat.
I slid off the bed and took Bastian's hairy nuts in my hands and fondled and squeezed them.
At my touch, he gave a string of on-going moans. In response, he grabbed Missy's hair and pulled her mouth tight against his crotch, fucking into her face.
Dagssin pulled his fingers out of her ass and slamed his prick into her.
Missy didn't even grunt. She just started riding Dagssin's cock like a whore instead of the virgin bride she was supposed to be.
I could feel my warm juices flood down my legs just from watching Bastian's big prick pumping lewdly in and out of my friend's pursed lips. My cunt lips were expanded and my clitty swollen with need.
I got behind Dagssin and pulled his pumping ass cheeks apart and licked his asshole.
Dagssin gave a bellow and heaved into Missy's rectum like he had been chewing bits of that green, herbal-weed, physicians use to restore vigor.
Suddenly, the earl was behind me. He shoved the riding-squirt handle up my cunt and began screwing me with it. I felt his dick press against my anal pucker. For a moment, I was so surprised that I almost stopped licking Dagssin's ass. My husband's prick was going to go up my tight rear tunnel for the last time in our married life. And I meant to enjoy it.
The earl shoved with his hips and I gasped as the big head entered my asshole. My poor anal ring was stretched wide open.
Little by little, he continued to impale me on his shaft until his dick was all the way up inside my highly sensitive rectum. Between his prick and the crop, I was stuffed fabulously full. I nearly swooned. Dizzy headed, I held onto Dagssin's ass to keep from toppling over.
In and out crop and prick flew. The head of the earl's prick as it slid across my asshole, each time he pulled it out and thrust it back, made me mewl with boundless pleasure.
"Do it, do it to me," I begged, reaching down between Dagssin's legs and stroking his hefty balls.
The earl shot both battering rams all the way up inside me. His peter erupted inside my ass. My pussy flooded the riding crop handle.
The others had spent before us and when we stopped quivering and cuming, they were grinning at us.
The earl opened a bottle of wine, and we drank it, murmuring among ourselves. Dagssin drew me to the corner of the room.
"This raunchy fornication with yer husband and the others be all right by me. Yet, I long to love ye gently, for ye have cast a spell upon me."
My heart lurched before I realized that he was not calling me a witch, but telling me he had become enamoured of me. I KNEW. In a strange way, this man's gentle love would draw me to him again and again.
"I yearn to take my fill of yer sweetness, smell the perfume of yer body, feel yer soft thigh thrown over mine, yer head resting on my shoulder in sleep."
"On the return trip," I whispered, my eyes begging his understanding. "We will have all that, and more."
Dagssin nodded, yet he moved against me, pressing me gently against the outer wall of the ship. His kiss was sweet and lingering. He kissed my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my chin, my neck, and played havoc with my senses long before his lips ever reached my swollen nipples.
The ship began to toss more wildly.
Dagssin raised his head and listened for a moment.
"Storm's about to break. I must go up on deck an see all is secure."
Thunder crashed as he hurriedly dressed. He bolted down the wine and shouldered his way out the door.
From the sound above us, the rain fell in great sweeping gusts on deck. The storm raged, and the ship tossed.
"Damn me! Bloody sky opened right up!" the earl declared, holding his arms out to me.
I staggered across the heaving floor and fell onto his lap.
Missy and Bastian were firmly seated on the edge of the bed, clinging to each other.
"You play bloody hell with the man, my dear," the earl said softly. "He fancies you. It is damnably painful for a man of his jibe to be brought low by a woman, even by so beautiful a lady as you. He becomes tortured."
"Perhaps. Still, you have nothing to fear from Dagssin, my Lord. He is a good friend to us and will always remain so.
"You say the King has forbidden you to correspond with me, or anyone in England. I spoke of this to Dagssin, and asked his assistance in the matter. He has agreed to secretly carry our letters to each other, as he sails to France each month."
"What a dashing idea! How did you ever think of it?" The earl's face took on an expression of happiness from his reprieve of total isolation from me and his son.
"It was simply a matter of wanting. I wanted to communicate with you despite the King. Dagssin seemed the perfect messenger. He is trustworthy, and discreet, and he is going to be sailing from England to France with trade goods once each month.
"That he is! I shall reward the man for his service. What do you suppose would be fitting compensation?"
Missy said, her eyes shining with happiness, "Something very nice. Bastian told me about the ring."
I said, "I suggest that you ask Dagssin what he would have as a reward. Perhaps there is something he would treasure above all else."
"By jove, I will!" The earl was beaming, in a happier mood than in days.
During the night, the storm's rage lessened, and finally died. Morning dawned clear and bright.
It was not until evening, when the Captain came to our cabin, that my husband brought up the matter of correspondence again.
"Captain, it is true that you have agreed to secretly carry missives between the Lady Hind and myself?"
"Aye, my Lord. That I have." Dagssin squinted at the earl and quaffed his rum.
"This means a very great deal to both of us. So much, that I wish to do something in kind for you-a sort of compensation for your trouble in our behalf. Name what you will, and I will see to it."
Dagssin glanced down at the floor, and tugged at his beard. He grinned, then sobered as he glanced back at the earl.
"Ye be generous, my Lord. I want nothing. I do it merely as a favor for the lady."
"I appreciate your gallantry, but there must be something you would have of me."
Dagssin sat his mug down with a soft thunk. He eyed the earl, who sat in a chair across from him.
"Name it, man!"
Daggsin bobbed his head sideways in my direction, for I stood beside the porthole to catch a bit of evening breeze.
"If she be willing, I would have the company of yer Lady when I be anchored in London. Discreetly, of course."
For several long seconds, the men looked at each other.
I realized that the earl was concerned about Dagssin falling in love with me and perhaps stealing me away from him.
And, I KNEW that Dagssin would never do that.
"You ask a great deal, Captain. To anyone but you, it might seem a small thing. Yet, I sense you are mightily smitten with the Lady Hind. What assurances do I have that you will not make off with her while I am in exile?"
"Me word, and me hand on it."
The earl nodded. "That is enough. I respect your word."
"And ye have it that I will not steal 'er away from ye. Ye have not said that I can not love 'er."
"Love Annastacia all you want. But just remember, she is my wife, and when I return to England, she will be waiting for me."
I came forward. "I will be at Shaftstall Hall when you return, my Lord."
I turned to Dagssin. "I will be delighted to receive you whenever you are in London. You know where the earl's estate is?"
"Aye."
"You shall always be very welcome there-day or night. In fact, you shall make it your home when you are in port."
The earl said to Dagssin, "Then, I would beg one more favor of you, my friend."
"Name it."
"As best you can, watch over my wife and my son. Annastacia has her father and Rippley, but I would that she have as many protectors as possible while I am away."
"Ye did not have to ask that of me. I will do it anyway. The people grow irritated by our King. It would not surprise me if he were impeached himself."
For one wild instant, I thought Dagssin might have the power to know of future happenings too. Then, when he spoke again, I knew that he did not.
"Ye will be back in England seeing to yer family yerself afore long."
There was a rap at the door.
The Captain asked, "What do ye want?"
A gruff voice replied.
"Land ho, Cap'n."
"I will be up."
We lay at anchor that night in the bay of the Seine, off the coast of France. The following morning, while Dagssin and the crew were discharging the cargo, we went ashore at Le Havre.
My husband wanted a quiet place in which to write out his memoirs and those factual happenings and dates and details that would someday become history.
We located a lovely croft cottage by the sea, just outside of Fleurday, where the Seine river flows into the English Channel. It was but a short distance from Le Havre, where Dagssin would be at anchor every four weeks. So, it would not take much of his time to exchange our letters of correspondence.
The furnishings, in the croft, were not grand, but very clean, and rather comfortable and suited the earl's desire for peace and quiet.
Bastian returned to the ship with two wagons and two men he had hired and brought everything to the cottage.
In the meantime, Missy and I hired a sweet young servant to help us unpack and attend to the house and meals.
She was barely more than a school girl. She said she was eighteen and came from a poor family and needed the job badly. She was clean and well spoken. Her name was Claudine. The earl took to her right off. He called her mademoiselle Claudine, which made her giggle and blush charmingly. Claudine was quite a little worker, and a suitable cook.
Within three days, we had everyone settled in. When the last of the earl's books were neatly shelved in the library, I suggested we have tea.
I took care to have Claudine sit beside the earl on the divan. Missy and I took chairs across from them, so that we might more carefully observe the girl's responses to the earl.
I said, "Claudine, are you engaged in any affairs of the heart?"
She blushed. "No, my Lady."
"Are you a virgin?"
Her color heightened.
"No, my Lady."
"Then, do spread your lovely legs and pull up yer skirt, my dear, so that Lord Hind may see your pussy. He must be pleased with you, or I will find another girl."
Breathing fast, and looking dazed, Claudine did as I had bid her without putting forth any objection.
The earl turned toward her, put his hand on her cunt and wriggled a questing finger into her.
"Ummm, it is tight." He slipped to his knees between her legs and looked directly at her pink little pussy. We could all clearly see that it was nearly devoid of any sign of hair.
I thought to question her about her age, but changed my mind until I saw how she responded.
"Do lick your little maid's pussy, my husband. See if the taste of her cunt suits you."
From beside me, Missy said, "The earl licks and tongue fucks her like he is enchanted with the taste and smell."
"Make sure, darling, to turn her over and taste her asshole while you are about it," I reminded him, envying the girl.
"Do you like to have your ass fucked, Claudine?" I inquired casually, watching the earl's tongue lap her pussy.
The girl was moaning and thrashing about beneath my husband's mouth. Her face turned crimson.
"I would not mind to try it."
"Ahh, my husband ... she is an ANAL VIRGIN. Will you not enjoy taking her cherry? Or perhaps watch Bastian take it?
"Lord Hind," I said, speaking to Claudine, "-likes to watch men and women fuck. You must be willing to fuck Master Ewald, or any other man my husband wishes you to fuck. And, you must also make love to Madam Ewald, for her pleasure as well as my husband's."
"I-I will, my-my Lady!" she huffed and ground her pussy against the earl's teeth.
"Then, Claudine, I think you will do very nicely. What do you think, my husband. Is the girl satisfactory?"
"Hell yes! The little bitch is fucking great. Her cunt tastes like she's fucked very recently. It is full of man-sperm."
"Lord Hind, do show us Claudine's ass," Missy moaned, her hand under her skirts masturbating her pussy.
I reminded Missy, "You must remember to talk dirty to him. And remember to use the fat, carved crop handle on his ass. Use the mirror. Make him look in the mirror too, while you fuck his ass. And flagellate him every now and then...."
"Yes, I will...."
The earl had flipped Claudine over so that she was kneeling on the floor, her face buried in the seat cushion of the divan. Her bare butt stuck up in the air, looking childishly innocent, even if her buns were large and broad.
"Do we embarrass you, Claudine?"
"No, my Lady. Well yes ... I have never heard a lady like yourself speak of such naughty things. And never have I known such a fine, noble man as your husband, to be so naughty."
I laughed. "You are an innocent. You will learn. Just remember, that you must play the whore for my husband's pleasure, or I will find someone else."
"Oh, no, please, my Lady. I will gladly do all you, and Lord Hind, and Madam Ewald ask of me. Not only because I must work, but because I am-well-I am a whore at heart, my Lady. Only, I have kept it well hidden. I do love to fuck. And I love to suck a cock better than a piece of candy."
"And other girls? Have you made love with them?"
"No, I do not know how. But I would like for Madame Ewald to teach me."
All the while, the earl was licking her asshole.
Missy was frigging herself off.
The earl ordered Missy to teach Mademoiselle right then. In a flash both of them were undressed and rolling about on the floor. The young girls were butt to mouth, licking each other's private parts.
The earl leaned over me, not taking his eyes from the squirming females.
"Exile might not be so bad after all, my dear, if I could only keep you with me."
He began to caress me and kiss me. I grew more and more excited. He drew my titties from my bodice, kissed them and left them outside my gown. Suddenly, he grabbed me from the chair. He jerked down my drawers, and using his weight, pressed me down onto the rug. My clothes were all askew. The earl slid my skirts up under my buttocks. Then, he freed his prick for the intended endeavor.
My husband took me for the last time, with powerful, smashing jabs of his peter, on the cottage floor.
The next morning, I sailed for England, sad, knowing I was never to see my husband again.
CHAPTER NINE
Dagssin allowed me the whole morning to come to terms with my feelings of loss. He came to my cabin at midday, when the sun was at its highest peak.
Without knocking, he stepped through the door and shut it behind him. He said nothing, just drew me into his arms and began to kiss me. His beard tickled and titillated my flesh.
I threw back my head and gave myself over to the delicious sensations as his lips kissed my neck. He soon seduced me into a state of nudity.
"Annastacia, I am going to LOVE ye now," were the first words he spoke to me.
I was hungry for his love. I thought. Yet what he gave me was not at all as I expected. It was better-far better.
Dagssin swept me up and laid me on the bed. He took off his breeches and shirt and laid down beside me. He kissed me until my head was swimming with dizzy desire, and I begged him to hurry.
Dagssin would not be hurried. He turned me on my side, facing away from him. His arms held me from behind, my buttocks snugged against his hot groin. His penis jerked and throbbed in my crack.
He drew back only enough to insert his prick into my pussy, then snugged me against him once more. Slowly, with what must surely have been great self-control, he began sliding his cock in and out of me. His large, exciting hands roamed over my titties, tweaking and teasing the stiff nibs.
His other hand slid down over my stomach, pressing firmly all the way, thrilling me with new feelings and sensations.
When his fingers reached my veed mound, he increased the pressure, forcing my clitty firmly against his rigid, plunging penis.
All the while, his other hand kept playing with my titties, fondling and titilating them.
At my first whimper of passion, the thrust of his cock grew longer, deeper and faster. He was a heady blend of tenderness and brute strength.
"Dagssin-Dagssin," I moaned, unable to think of any words erotic enough or powerful enough to describe my feelings.
His fingers on my muff, began to move in slow, sensational circles.
Then, I thrilled to the feel of his lips on the sensitive curve of my neck.
His fingers stroked my breasts, and moved my quivering mound around and around, keeping my swollen clitty in constant contact with his wonderful, wet, hard, thrusting organ. It was too much.
"AHHHH! UUUGGHHHHH! AGH! AGHHH!" I trembled and shook and came and came and came. It was the most sensuous, thrilling deep-seated orgasm I had ever known.
With raucous gasps, Dagssin's prick jerked strongly inside me, and I felt him pumping gout after gout of sweet cream into my vagina.
Slowly, Dagssin extracted his vigorous pike from my belly, and turned me onto my back. He licked my shoulders and my breasts.
"Cherry nipples," he murmured, covering the swollen tips with his mouth. He gently sucked each cherry between his lips, teasing it with flicks of his tongue.
He took my hands and placed them beneath my breasts.
"Delicious morsels."
He coaxed me to hold my breasts for his mouth to feast upon.
Doing this brought all my maternal instincts to the surface. My heart did a leap and bound as his lips tugged at and sucked on my erect nipples.
Dagssin moved over me, his weight resting on one arm while he put his penis in me.
"Raise yer legs up around my waist."
I sissored my quivering thighs around him.
Dagssin's lips held my nipple, his tongue teased it unmercifully. He slowly began to thrust into me.
I whimpered with pleasure as the full length of his hardened penis slid into my depths.
"Darling, Dagssin, love me like this forever," I moaned, never wanting the ecstasy to end.
His thrusts quickened, but not much. Each time his prick drove to the hilt in the roiling moistness of my vagina, Dagssin held it deep, grinding his hairy pubic mound against my erect clitty. He drove me mad. While his ass was grinding, his tongue swiftly flickered back and forth across my nipples.
His hips stopped rotating, his tongue stopped flicking, but his fingers began those incredible circles on my mound as he drew his prick out. He withdrew until only the flanged head remained between my pouty pussy lips.
I had barely enough time to catch a quick breath.
Dagssin swiftly buried his fully erect missen mast in my vagina, and the delicious process began again.
I lost count, but am nearly certain that I did not last out four more times. Delirious with passion and desire, I twisted and writhed beneath him, pulling Dagssin into me with all the power my legs possessed. I dropped my titties and wrapped my arms around his thick neck.
"I COOOOMMMMEE!" I cried.
He pressed enough of his body weight upon me to increase my pleasure at being taken by a man, and joined with me in climax. He annointed my pussy with his holy oil.
So-this was LOVE. No man had ever thrilled me so much. No man had MADE LOVE to me before. My husband and Raynor had FUCKED me. Rippley had come closer to loving me than they, yet he had not the expertise to thrill me like Dagssin.
Yet I KNEW I would always want and need both kinds. There was a craving inside me for the rough, dirty fucking and the soft, sweet love of Dagssin.
"Love me always," I whispered weakly.
"Aye," Dagssin replied.
After a moment, he raised my arms and licked my armpit, then the other. He licked my stomach, and then, slithered down between my legs.
The man was insatiable. Wonderfully, zanily, insatiable.
He pressed kisses on my mound.
"A lovelier puss, I 'ave ne'r seen." He sniffed. "Smell of me mother's rose garden, rest 'er soul."
He began to cover my mound and inner thighs with enticing kisses. He parted my thighs, and I sighed as his lips began to press enravishing kisses on my wet, quivering quim.
Stroking his hair, I wriggled about, pleasure fast piling up inside me again. The big pirate was turning me into an insatiable slut. I wanted him again.
Dagssin turned his body, lifting one knee and putting it on the other side of my head. It was an exciting position that Missy and I had assumed.
But it was new, and quite unique with a man. It brought his throbbing prick directly above my face.
He leaned forward again, his head going down between my legs. The movement brought not only his lips to my pussy, but his incredibly warm cock into contact with my lips. Without saying a word, Dagssin was telling me he wanted me to suck his prick. Talk about a man of few words!
I opened my mouth, placed my hands upon his buttocks, and pulled down. His prick slid into my mouth and I sucked upon it.
The simultaneous pleasure of doing this, while feeling his tongue probing my vaginal depth, carried me away. My entire body flared with intense passion.
An even dizzier current raced through me when his huge hand slid beneath my hips, raising my rear off the bed with no effort at all.
Dagssin sent his tongue rapidly flickering over my tightly puckered asshole.
I let out a screech, which I am sure the crew must have heard ringing in their ears for minutes afterwards.
Then, I again thrust his cock between my lips and sucked it forcefully until it fountained into my mouth.
Even after he came, Dagssin's mouth remained on my cunt to quench the fires he had aroused in me. Only when the twisting of my body ceased, and my climax faded, did Dagssin take his mouth away.
Even so, I soon found that he had no intention to stop loving me. Gently, tenderly, he took me into his arms and snuggled me against him.
I whispered softly, "Dagssin, I have never been loved before. You sexually arouse me and satisfy me in every way without crude words or undue force. You are gentle, yet rough, loving, yet demanding. And I have never been so touched."
He chuckled.
"Good, 'bout time. Ye are a cheeky piece who would stare at a man's trousers until 'is prick grows 'ard beneath the cloth and reveals 'is desire fer ye."
"There was a bulge between your thighs when I . looked, and it excited me," I replied saucily.
He laughed low in his throat. "That be true 'nough. Fer I laid eyes on ye long 'fore ye saw my condition.
"I must go afore the crew wonders where I 'ave disappeared to. It nay be good to 'ave 'em suspicion that I be hornin' the earl."
"You will return tonight, that we may sleep together as you wish?"
"No. There be no secrets aboard ship. Without yer husband present, I dare nay return. As bad as I wish it, Annastacia. I must protect yer reputation as a lady.
"And when we reach London?"
"I will come to ye at Shaftstall Hall. I will cradle ye in me arms the whole night through."
"And what of the servants? They will know you have spent the night in my bed."
"Per'aps," he said, rubbing his beard, "Ye 'ad better be gettin' yer self more reliable servants. Ones who do not speak of such things."
Thoughtful, I sat up on the side of the bed, my fingers dallying with my nipples.
"My, God, woman! Ye be 'avin' me cock 'ard again, if ye nay cease fondlin' yer titties."
Becoming aware of what I had been doing, I giggled.
Dagssin flipped me over on the bed and smacked my arse soundly. Then, he was gone.
The first night back in London, I devoted to Father and Rippley. We dined at Father's house, and afterward, Rippley drove me home. We went directly up to my chamber as naturally as if we were wed.
The close-mouthed man began to talk. He kissed me, and told me how much he had missed me. He spoke to me with words of love as he helped me undress. He lay down on the bed beside me.
"Knowin' our babe grows inside ye gives me great joy."
He came over me and slid his cock into me.
Rather than high excitement or passion, I felt a sense of deep, quiet comfort as Rippley began to move inside me. I wondered what my pussy felt like to him.
"What do you think of and feel when you fuck my pussy, Rippley?"
"How sweet you are. How tight yer young 'ole be, and how it kisses me prick and circles about, thrustin' itself up eager like fer more cock. The feel of ye leaves nay room anywhere in me fer thoughts. Only feelin's. An' they be beyond explainin'."
I was somewhat disappointed. I knew it was unfair of me to compare Ripply to Dagssin, yet I could not stop myself from doing so. And Rippley came off wanting. A man of his age surely could not be so ignorant of what it took to please a woman.
I wondered if he was holding back because he loved me and still thought of me as an innocent little girl-that I would be shocked if he should try anything 'unusual' with me.
"Do you want to fuck me in another position, other than on my back?"
"Nay, lass. Any way at all be fine with me, as long as I be inside ye."
"Well, it is not fine with me. I find charge exciting."
"Then, how will ye have it, lass?" He stopped, suspended above me, and waited for my reply.
I stared at him, my brain working, yet unable to come up with what I wanted at the moment. I could think of nothing.
In that instant of indecision, Rippley pushed to his knees between my parted thighs. His prick did not break contact with my pussy. His hand slid beneath my buttocks, lifted my ass up off the bed, and held me there the way Dagssin had done. His other hand drew my left leg up over his shoulder then pushed my right leg high into the air above my head.
I felt all askew. Yet the pressure of his cock inside me had shifted, and he lunged forward, driving into me the entire length of his erect dick.
He growled, "Use yer hand on yer mound. Jerk yer self off!"
At his masterful possession, I felt excitement shoot through my entire being. I willingly rubbed my clitoris, looking down, watching his big prick pound in and out of me.
"Oh, Rippley, yess ... take me ... take me hard!"
My old friend, forcefully attacked my pussy with his battering ram, driving my shoulders deep into the eiderdown.
Rippley grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, using them to hold my ass up off the bed. He spread me so wide, that I thought he would tear me in two halves as he pounded into me.
Yet it was a superb position to be in. The pressure of his cock inside me had shifted again with the movement of my legs. It penetrated ever deeper into my raging depths.
I moaned and rolled my head back and forth, knowing I would come any moment. Then, I felt the hot warmth of his ball juices sluicing into my vagina.
"Take my nipples in your mouth and suck them, darling," I begged wildly, needing a bit more stimulation to bring me off.
But Ripply snapped my legs closed above my face, holding both ankles in one hand. His other hand dived between my buttocks. A long, stiff finger plunged up my asshole and fucked into me with fury.
I squawled and flooded his dick with my womanly juices.
Later, when we lay quiet, I told him, "Rippley, you are beginning to show great promise as a lover."
His laugh rumbled. "I be tryin' to treat ye like a lady, while ye be wantin' it like a Singapore whore."
I giggled. "Just how many Singapore whores have you fucked, Rippley?"
"A few-a few."
"Well, just remember to fuck me like you did them. I always want to be fucked dirty and rough."
I thought, 'That is a lie, Annastacia.' I recalled the way Dagssin had made soft, exquisite love to me, and how much I had loved it.
CHAPTER TEN
The following afternoon, Dagssin came to me at Shaftstall Hall. The smoldering flame in his eyes told me that he came to make love to me better than words. The very idea of Dagssin's eagerness, excited me.
His massive shoulders filled the coat he wore. He looked tough, lean and sinewy, like a sturdy Viking standing before me in the hall.
I can read Dagssin's moods by his Nordic blue eyes. Full of half-promises, they betrayed his ardor as they dropped time and again from my eyes to my lips to my breasts.
When he is doing business with Father, they are clear, summer-sky blue, brilliantly intelligent, with a sheen of purpose.
When he is pondering a problem, his long lashes narrow over the blue orbs as he analyzes it, yet the eyes remain sharp and assessing.
I find it odd that when Dagssin is enraged, his pale eyes are like bits of stone in their lethal calmness. Yet, when he is only mildly angry, they are blue, summer lightening in his sun-toughened face.
Those eyes of blue strike vibrant chords in me. I felt a curious, swooping pull at my innards. "Annastacia...."
I tingled when he said my name. I uttered a little cry and rushed into his arms.
Dagssin inhaled sharply at the contact of my firm titties against his chest.
The intimacy of his kiss left my mouth burning with fire and my heart pounding against my ribs. I buried my face against the corded muscles of his chest, feeling his heart thudding against my own.
Dagssin whispered in my hair how much he had missed me.
"Right after dinner, we will go up to my chamber if you like," I whispered back.
"I am hungry-for you," he growled and devoured my lips again.
Over dinner, we spoke of his voyage, the earl, Missy and Bastian, and everything except what was uppermost in both our minds.
We made an honest effort to eat the lovely meal my cook, Tuttle, had spent hours preparing.
Dagssin could wait no longer. He lifted me from my chair into the cradle of his arms and carried me up to our chamber. He laid me down on the bed.
Slowly, he removed my dress, then my corselet and my drawers, saving my stockings for last. The warmth of his hand as he firmly grasped the tops and pulled them down, thrilled me.
As soon as Dagssin had shed his clothes, he laid down beside me on the bed. His strong arms encircled me. One hand pressed into the small of my back while the other cupped my buttock.
I put my arms around his thick neck and buried my face against his throat.
Dagssin's grip tightened, his cock became more serious.
I passionately whispered his name and plunged my hands into his thick hair. I melted against him, drinking in the warmth and love and strength of him. My body ached for him. I parted my lips and raised my face, wanting his kiss.
His tongue traced the quivering fullness of my lips, sending stabbing knives of desire through me.
At first, his kiss was surprisingly gentle-a slow, drugging kiss. Then, the gentleness was devoured by our raw hunger. Before long, his lips seared a path down my neck and shoulders to my breasts. There, his lips carried the blacksmith's heat that forges metals. They burned desire into my flesh.
Dagssin pressed his lips to my titties, caresssing them more than kissing them. He lingered, savoring my breasts. Taking me by surprise, he licked my erect nipple, then nibbled on it.
Full of passion for him now, I cried his name.
Dagssin raised his tossled head and gazed at me, devilish eyes full of amusement now.
My blood was boiling. I whispered only one word.
"Please...."
With a slow, tempting smile, his head lowered once more. His lips took my nipple with tantalizing possessiveness. Damn the man! He knew of the strong passion within me, yet he would not satisfy it until it was full-blown.
My fingers twisted cruelly into his thick hair. My breath came fast and shallow. I writhed and begged for him to take pity on me.
Still, Dagssin would not. His big fingers trailed down to my jewel box. I thought he would stroke me there. But he did not.
Instead, the brute turned me over on my stomach easy as you please. And at once, I thought that he meant to fuck me, in the animal fashion, from behind.
I trembled in anticipation as he spread my thighs wide and straddled my quivering body. Only when I felt his hardened cock and hot balls graze my spine did I realize that he was facing the wrong way-toward my feet.
One big hand slid beneath my mound and lifted. My rear end came up into the air. I sprawled there, helpless, unable to touch him while he pressed his face between my buttocks and ravished my vagina with his mouth.
Dagssin's wet tongue deftly parted my inner lips, then stiffened and plunged deep into my vagina. Once inside, his tongue curled up delightfully. He didn't move it. Dagssin held his curled tongue at anchor inside me.
Frantically, I bucked up on it and ground my cunt in tight little circles, using his immobile tongue like a tiny prick to satisfy my inner flesh. Only it didn't satisfy me, it made me hotter, just as the devil knew it would.
I was a quaking mass of blubber long before his tongue pulled out of my vagina and sought my asshole. And while he licked and explored my anus, his fingers masturbated my clitoris.
My orgasm was explosive and nearly continuous. I was still coming when at last, the devil turned me over and moved above me, his manhood in his hand.
Legs spread wide, heels dug into the bed, I thrust my hips up to meet his ram as it pierced me. My orgasmic vagina greedily swallowed his huge log.
With greater urgency, Dagssin's hips began to thrust. He leaned forward and covered as much of my breast as he could with his mouth and sucked hungrily.
My orgasm was fading, the spasms had left me drained, and lethargic beneath my huge lover. Dagssion revived me.
His mouth pulled up on my breast flesh until only his lips remained on the nipple. Then, swiftly ducking his head, he reloaded his mouth with my tit and sucked gluttonously.
My womb contracted strongly, and I whined.
Dagssin's mouth drew up on my breast flesh again, and again, his lips held my nipple firm, and then his head ducked back down and he gobbled my flesh once more.
My hips began to sway and thrust up against him with a will of their own.
His growl of approval sent a gust of his hot breath over my flesh, causing a delightful shiver to shake me.
Swiftly, he pulled my hand between our hot bodies and pressed one of my fingers against my clitty, leaving no doubt that he wanted me to masturbate.
"I want ye aroused enough to come again," he murmured around my breast.
He arched his back higher, so I could maneuver my fingers on my sensitive bud. His mouth switched to my other tit.
I began to frig myself in earnest.
His forceful, hammering thrusts caused our skin to slap together. The sound added to my excitement.
All at once, Dagssin's big head shot up. His eyes locked with mine. He began to speak the most vulgar words.
"I will make yer pussy cum on my prick, woman! Fuck ... yer bloody cunt, sucking for the ball juices in my prick, shivers me timbers!"
His weight temporarily crushed me beneath him as he snatched my masturbating hand and clamped my fingers around his half withdrawn prick and held them there.
"Feel it!"
Every emotion in the galaxy shot through me. A wild, primitive passion exploded in my belly. He held my hand around his prick as he fucked into my hole. After three or four plunges, Dagssin jerked my hand out of the way. Looking into my eyes, he forcefully drove his belaying pin DEEP into my hole. At the end of the next stroke, he rocked back, nearly withdrawing, then plunged that humongous shaft back up me, his eyes lowering to my jiggling breasts.
"I will make yer knockers bob and bounce! Look 'ow the nipples are distended like the tits of a 'hore!"
I realized that his words were designed to excite me, and they did the job well. They swept me to the brink.
"Yer 'of pussy sears me cock! It deep sucks me, woman!" he growled. "It makes wet fucking sounds. Ye be in fiery 'eat, bitch! Come, slut, show me 'ow naughty ye are. Lay it up to me. Yer slaverin' slot craves man-cock!"
Above me, Dagssin looked formidable, and I reveled in his demandingness and his exacting power over me.
My asshole opened to his probing finger. He plugged my butt, ramming and grinding the thick finger hard and fast in my bung hole. At the same time, his cock slammed deep inside my cunt, forcing my back hard against the bed.
As he forced the air from me, I hissed like a snake. I slithered about beneath him and cried out. Dagssin had reached the peak of perfection-love fucking me. A combination of both delicious ways of having sex.
My pussy contracted violently, heaving my body about even with Dagssin's weight pressing me down.
His rumbled exclamation rent the air as my vagina rhythmically tightened and relaxed in strong climax.
Then, I felt that wonderful column inside me spout sizzling thick fluid.
Afterward, that great, demanding man had lost none of his stamina. The satisfied light in his eyes changed to tenderness during a brief time out to enjoy a glass of wine, and before the last sip, they brimmed with passion again. His prick grew large and liquid seeped from the end.
I could not help eyeing it covetously, for it is a sight to behold when fully erect. My reaction to his hardened penis seemed to amuse him.
He chuckled. There was something warm and affectionate and intimate in his humor. The devil enjoys my ravenous desire for his cock as much as I enjoy his desire for my pussy.
He cupped my breast tenderly in his huge, warm hand. His brows drew together in an agonized expression.
"'Tis these tender morsels that tore at me mind the long days and nights at sea. I could nay think of little else. If the Dutch 'ad come upon us, we would 'ave been taken without a shot fired. I was that distracted.
"I want to make love to ye in a position that will allow me to gaze upon the beauties, to play with 'em, to taste 'em."
Dagssin rolled over on his back.
"'ere ... come 'ere, woman."
He held his arms out to me.
Unsure of what he wanted, I let him guide one knee across his hips to the other side. I found myself astraddle like I was riding a horse.
He took charge of me with quiet assurance, sensing that I must be led.
He held his prick steady and guided me over it.
I realized, with abrupt clarity, what Dagssin had in mind to do, and thought it clever, and well-invented.
His deep voice sounded fond and sly.
"Mount the 'orse, vixen, and ride 'em well."
He hoisted me up with one hand beneath my buttocks, using his other to guide his cock into my cunt mouth.
A singular sensation of lust filled me.
Dagssin lowered me onto his throbbing, heated mass until my bare buttocks sat tight upon his groin.
He used powerful arm muscles to raise me up and screw me back down on his burgeoning prick. After the first such maneuver, I began to use my leg muscles to ride the magnificent steed beneath me.
Dagssin growled his approval.
As I looked down upon him, my heart took a perilous leap. He is so stunningly virile. I wanted him to desire me, to believe me the best lover in the world. I reached behind me and grasped his balls, hefting, fondling and stroking them.
He growled his pleasure. Then, the breast-loving man's hands lifted from my bottom to my tumescent nipples. The warmth of his fingers was so male, so arousing that I gave a sharp exclamation of delight.
Our eyes locked. His was a deeper blue now, darker. Our desires merged. Then, I was leaning forward, and Dagssin was pulling me down.
Dagssin drew a firm tittie into his mouth. His lips clung to my hard nipple while his hips drove up. After a short time, his head lifted, and urgently, his lips sought mine. He plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. His fingers tugged at my nipples.
Just as swiftly, Dagssin pulled me out of the saddle and beneath him, still driving into me that hardened shaft of pleasure.
Fingers spread wide, he encircled one breast from below, clasping it tight. He lifted it up and gobbled it ravenously.
My unbridled desires kindled until I knew not what I did. My fingers clawed at his back. I gasped and came with great heaving and crying out.
My lover ejaculated explosively in me then. His cargo splattered my vaginal walls with such force that it kept my orgasm going until I thought it would never end. When at last he was pumped dry, my vagina was glutted with his semen, and it felt warm and good inside me.
Happily exhausted, we slept the night through, in each others arms.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next time Dagssin returned from France, he brought me a letter from the earl.
My Beloved Lady H:
My time in exhile may be short lived. It has come to my ears that there is more treason than ever, abroad at court, and our Commonwealth badly torn. I have heard whispered tales of impeachment. Should this occur, I will be able to return to you, my beloved wife, and my son, and my country.
The child you hired is a comely twit, yet she and Missy together, do not begin to replace you.
During the lonely, dark hours my mind sees you frolic promiscuously. Do you still fuck my nephew, sweet?"
I long for a highly detailed, graphically slutish letter from you relating all your sexual frolics, so that I might experience them vicariously. Do write ream upon ream of provocative dirty words, which so specifically distinguish one body part from another, and one particular act from another.
Trust only Dagssin with your letters. Place them directly in his hands yourself. Never send them to him by messenger, unless it be by Rippley.
You must ever be alert for traitors. I do not wish those that hate me to hurt you also, by publicaly exposing our letters full of our dirty perversions.
Glorious perversions. Fornicate for me, my darling wife. Fuck Raynor, fuck our friend Dagssin, the big sea captain. And as soon as the child is born, fuck many men, hard and wild.
I think of you doing it with several men at once. You gather them all in our chamber and FUCK AND SUCK them like a beautiful whore.
Oh, my young beauty, I imagine you now, as you wOuld look as you ride a man beneath you. His hardened prick is a full metre long and a quarter metre thick.
You bounce up and down on that fat log. I can see how the length and breadth of the thing stretches you, crams your quim full to bursting. I feel your wild passions as you impale yourself on his formidable prick time after time.
As I write, my cock grows firm. I have bid Mademoiselle Claudine to kneel between my legs and suck my prick even as I think of you. She has a sweet enough mouth. Yet it is your hot, wet mouth I crave and your mouth my mind pictures crammed so full of lordly cock.
A second man stands before you, a haughty, noble man. He recklessly shoves his prick between your lips and demands that you suck it. I imagine I can hear those little gurgling sounds you make each time his huge penis plunges down your throat and pulls out again.
Your hands clasp his hairy ass, assisting him to fuck your face, all you can. Regally, he uses your mouth like your pursed lips are the asshole of a whore of no consequence. You delight in being so used. I feel your hungry craving for his milky seed.
Now, my prick is at full mast, filling the little French bitch's gullet. I drive it hard right down her throat. She chokes and gags, but I make her swallow even more of my dick.
Behind you, a huge, burly man, a knight, yes a knight, grabs your quivering buttocks and jerks them wide apart. Your ladyship's dewy little rosebud is exposed for all to see. It is folded tight against intrusion. But the knight attacks. He spears your asshole with a finger.
JAB! JAB! JAB! He twiddly-fingers your asshole. Leary of doing this to the wife of a Lord, he looks at me to see if I will challenge him.
"You have conquered the bitch. Now, fuck her!" I cry.
He pulls his finger out of your ass, sniffs it, then sticks his nose up your asshole and breathes deeply.
Oh ... I wager my prick is ready to shoot in my little French whore's mouth. I fuck her face hard, one hand holding her by the hair, driving her mouth down to the roots of my prick each time before I let her pull up.
Before the knight behind you smothers, he draws his nose from your ass and shoves two, then three crude fingers up your asshole.
Playing the part of a whore, now, you beg him to shove his fucking prick up your hungry asshole instead.
He takes his cock in his hand, looks at me.
"Your bitch wants my fucker up her asshole."
And the knight shoves the entire colossal thing up your ass. With tremendous thrusts of his powerful hips, he screws you. Time after time, he drives to the hilt. His balls slap against your pussy flesh.
Whorish bitch that you are, you moan and rapturously ride all three dicks until they fill your cunt, mouth and ass full of their cum.
I can not spend. Mademoiselle Claudine is sucking my cock well. The fault is not hers. My balls are full to bursting, yet they will not give up their load, even for such exciting imagery.
Perhaps, if I knew it to be true, written by your own hand, then I could spend.
Once, I did spend, when Missy and Bastian ganged up on Mademoiselle Claudine and fucked and sucked her until she was screaming and coming all over herself.
At the time, she was sitting backwards on Bastian's lap, his cock up her ass.
On one side, Missy was sucking her tits and kissing her.
I stepped right up between Bastian's hairy legs and shot my peter straight into the little bitch's pussy and fucked the tiny French cunt brutally. To my delight, she screamed. Yet, she rode both our pricks in such an aroused, whorish manner.
All at once, Missy jabbed the huge handle of my riding squirt into my ass. I bellowed and blew my balls then, my Lady. Filled this little French slut's pussy so full it ran out of her and down onto Bastian's balls. HA! WHAT A FUCK!
Alas, that is the only time, since we parted, that I have been able to cum, my dear.
I will look forward to your letters. Fuck for me, Lady H.
Your Loving Slave, T.H.
My pussy grew wet with the reading of my husband's letter. Dagssin took good care of that problem for me by sucking it dry, then fucking it wet again.
My gentle/rough lover was to stay with me for three days. When Dagssin was busy about the docks, I began my letter to my husband so that it would be ready when he set sail for Ireland, by the far northern route.
Father's cargo was eagerly awaited by those on the Orkney Islands. From there, Dagssin would sail THE ANNASTACIA south to Ireland and then on to France again before returning to London.
I took paper from the desk drawer. Then, I summoned my five new servants, and bid them undress and begin to make love to me in any manner of naughty ways they liked. Stressing, the naughtier, the better.
Then, I took pen in hand and began the naughty kind of letter my husband had requested. I was very unsure of my ability to arouse his desire from such a distance. Words on paper, after all, are quite a different thing than words by mouth. Still, I was willing to try.
My Adored Husband:
I eagerly await your return to our bed chamber. When first you left, my orgasms were not in such number either. But, now they have increased considerably again. I hope to increase the frequency of yours as well, my darling.
First, I should tell you, that when I returned, Raynor had gone warring with the Dutch. I have not heard from him.
Rippley watches over me, and of course, our beloved pirate, Dagssin, when he is in London. He will be with me for the next three glorious days.
Those young cocks who would sniff about my skirts before our marriage, have deserted me now for greener pastures. There are many ladies about who offer greater rewards for their services.
Alas, I had no one to fuck me before Dagssin returned. (I did not mention Rippley here). Out of desperate need for cock, I pressed our servants to succor me. No man could believe he was hearing the Lady H. make such a request. You should have seen their faces.
None of them were all that exciting, and I will tell you about that later.
I have been very busy in the month since I have returned. I have replaced some of the servants with people who like a good frolic as much as I.
One of them is my new personal maid. Binah is nearly thirty, a maiden lady. She loves to lay between my legs and lick my pussy clean of the evenings leavings from my latest lover's cock. Some nights, Binah falls asleep with her head between my legs and her tongue in my vagina. Sometimes, I wake at night and find myself lying on my tummy with her tongue stuck up my asshole, for she does have a mad passion for my ass. Nearly as much as you do, my darling.
During your absence from me, I will endeavor to fill your ravenous needs for arousal, although I seriously doubt my ability to succeed across the miles, for meanings are lost on paper.
I know it makes you profoundly delirious with passion to witness me in supplication, while a man sucks me between my buttocks. Therefore, I am certain, you will be pleased to know that I have grown addicted to having my hot little rear hole kissed, licked, tongued, and otherwise fondled. Yet, I have become even more addicted to the frigging and fucking of my asshole following the caresses.
These anal delights are so gloriously degrading when done properly by a man who understands how to debase a lady. I am sighing and moaning with the pleasure remembrance brings of you and Raynor screwing me in the ass.
Returning to the subject of servants....
Darling husband, did you know that Barrows, your butler, has a cock that nearly reaches his knees? Yes, it does. I was in sweet agitation from the time I saw it until he fucked me-a matter of minutes-which seemed like hours.
One day, I was so in need that I summoned him to our chamber, showed him my pussy, and commanded him to take down his breeches and show me his cock.
I nearly fainted dead away when I saw it hanging down his leg. As I stared, the great hanging weight hardened and straightened into monstrous proportions. I was afraid it would come out my mouth as he fucked my sopping cunt.
I made him clasp his hands about its root, one hand above the other, to assure he would not become carried away and drive too deeply.
WHAT A COCK! Oh, that you could see it enter me. Even with both hands wrapped about it, its head reached deep into my womb.
It felt exquisite in my womb mouth, but I worried that it might harm the baby. I made him withdraw it and stick it up my ass.
Once I got used to its humongous length, I let Barrows cock my asshole all the way. My husband, our butler set his fuck-stick so deep in my intestines that when he blasted my ass full of sperm, I felt sure I tasted it in my mouth.
In truth, my husband, I did call the brutish ale-maker up from your cellars, and bid him perform an act of copulation with me. Alas, it was very disappointing.
The man had no lustful appetite for swallowing any brew other than ale. Nor did his cock have any lustful appetite for pussy, despite all my voracious sucking and licking of it. In disgust, I sent him back to the cellar without getting fucked.
By then, I coveted cock so much that I ordered Suxhaug, our coachman, to our chamber, dear husband. Naughty of me to use your servants so, I know, but I was at my wit's end.
My starving hunger was somewhat appeased, by Suxhaug, during the long hours of the night. When the new day dawned, he drug himself from our bed, kissed my ass one last time, and took his leave of me.
I have not summoned Suxhaug to me again, for he neither satisfied nor excited me enough with his dull pumping.
It struck me that our butler, no matter how big his cock, could not possibly appease my avaricious appetite. And so, I sent Rippley out to hire four or five virile men for house servants.
To a man, they were quite astounded and pleased to learn their only duties would be to service me.
All five of them are with me, here in the library, as I write to you, dear husband. They are devoted to me already, and try to satisfy my every whim.
I believe Barrows is jealous of their dirty, brilliant, depraved acts upon me.
So that you might better picture our positions, I am behind your desk, sitting crosswise on the lap of one servant, with my ass overhanging his leg.
Another servant is behind me, licking my back, my neck and shoulders and caressing my breasts-tits. I know you like the vulgar words best.
A third servant is on all fours behind me, licking and sucking at my asshole. Oh, that you could see his sweet face buried in my crack, my dear, dear husband. I will tell you much more of Poppin later.
Since our wedding night, I have grown more and more fond of having men worship at my rear shrine. They beg to lick my asshole. They grovel on their bellies begging to dip their cocks into my holy depths.
Poppin, the 'little boy' ass sucker, is making exciting sounds as he slurps at my shit hole. Now and again, his tongue drives me wild, stabbing deep into my crevasse.
Two other handsome servants are positioned left and right of me. Each suckles one of my huge tits and smudges the paper with their slobbering.
In another month or two, due to the baby I carry in my womb, my tits will begin to swell, and my stomach begin to protrude, and I will be a lewd sight, fornicating as I am now.
Dearest husband, I want you to take your cock and balls out of your pants, if they are not already out. Get down on the floor on shoulders and knees. Make Mademoiselle Claudine suck your prick. Use your hand to squeeze and jounce your luscious man-balls. Bid Missy get behind you and lick and flagellate and fuck your ass as you finish reading my letter.
Now, in your mind, watch as I lift my ass. Behind me, Poppin stands and shoves his cock deep into my bowels. The servant licking my pussy suddenly stands also and thrusts his massive sausage into my whorish pussy hole.
Between the two servants, I am rocked back and forth so hard by their alternating plunges into my cunt and ass, that the servant holding me on his lap grasps my waist more firmly to hold me steady.
"Halt!" This same servant cries. "I want into her pussy too!"
Oh, ecstasy! He is going to do a double cunt penetration on me, darling. I have never heard of such a thing. Is it possible?
I raise up a bit, and with the help of another servant, he somehow manages to work his cock into my vagina alongside the other dick.
IT IS POSSIBLE! I have three huge cocks in my nymphet bottom now, darling. Two up my cunt and one up my asshole.
On their knees, the two tit sucking servants stare in disbelief, at my cock-stuffed bottom. Their own huge, stiff pricks jerk and bob about as they stand and refill their mouths with my breast flesh.
I am delirious with obscene joy! Incredible feeling. Full-so full of thrusting prick. No more to and fro. I must ride them, help them to fuck me, use their cocks to fuck myself, take my pleasure upon their stiffness.
Look-look, darling. See, the man behind me drives his cock up into my bottom hard. Like a whore, I rotate my ass on his impaling shaft and beg for it harder.
Barrows, his huge cock sticking straight out from the opened front of his pants, found a spot to squeeze into, for I am surrounded by servants servicing me. Barrows has pried open my mouth and shoved his throbbing prick down my throat so far that I felt it enter my belly. His balls brush across this paper as I continue to scrawl of my whorish behavior.
Make Missy force-fuck your ass hard, my husband. Drive your cock down Mademoiselle Claudine's cocksucking throat. Gag her with it. Make Bastian stick his prick into her hairless little-girl bottom. I would that you cum with me.
Feel my passionate excitement at the flagrant cramming and ramming of huge servant pricks in my whorish body holes. Watch my slutish asshole clasping and working on the pounding cock that fucks it. And watch my cocksucking mouth force-suck the semen right out of our butler's big balls.
AHHH! The servant, on whose lap I sit, is rubbing my clitty.
MY LORD! I am going to come....
Barrows sucks on the fingers of my left hand as his cock tickles the inside of my stomach. OH! WHAT A FEELING. OH!
Binah has come scurrying up to join the fun.
Facing away from me, she has bent over. The unmarried lady has no pussy hair at all. She has shaved it off, or has never grown any. Either way, her cunt is as bare as a babies, even more bare than Mademoiselle Claudine's.
With my right hand, I stroke her fleshy mound jutting out so enticingly between her thighs. Then, I thrust my fingers into her incredible little girl cunt. Hot juice sluices out as I drive my fingers between her furled cunt lips and plunge them deep into her vagina. She keeps crying out.
"Yes, my Lady, yes, my Lady!" She wriggles her bottom as I frig her thoroughly.
I spit out Barrows' prick, for my orgasm is upon me, and I wish to cry out my pleasure for all to hear.
COME WITH ME, MY HUSBAND! COME....AHHHH! OOOHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK ME HARD, YOU DEVILS! SCREW ALL MY FUCKING HOLES! FIRE YOUR SPERM INTO MY BODY! FILL ME FULL! POUR INTO ME! EAT MY TITS!
Did you spend with me, my Lord? I am determined to make you spill your seed. Perhaps I need learn to write more erotically-the way I feel.
Barrows was forced to shoot his load on the outside of my belly. Binah rubbed it into my skin to keep it soft and supple.
Now, Binah is between my legs, lapping at my cunt, while the servant I am sitting on, still has his prick buried in it. At the feel of her tongue upon our joined parts, he will soon resume fucking me. Binah's tongue is talented, but not as good as Missy's.
It probes around my grotesquely stretched hole and licks the exposed parts of his cum-coated staff.
Ah! My legs twitch! Someone-it is Barrows, is sucking my toes! Such tickly sensations I have never before experienced. It makes me want to throw my whole body open for him to lick.
Behind me, the servant, Poppin-I call him a boy, although he is eighteen years of age, but he has such a sweet baby face, and his skin is delicate pink-who fucked me in my bung hole, is paying homage to my ass.
The boy WORSHIPS my ass. He has fallen to his knees and is hungrily slurping out the cum that he just deposited there.
It grows late, and I grow weary, my Lord. I have sent the servants away. On the morrow, I will tell you more of frolics.
Good night, my love.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Just as Binah had readied me for bed, Dagssin returned. He was as exhausted as I, and for the first time, we did not make love, but cuddled into each others arms and slept. I believe Binah was jealous of him, for she was pouting as she went to her own bed.
I woke before Dagssin, feeling frisky from the good sleep I had enjoyed in his loving, protective arms. He was lying on his back, breathing deep and slow.
So as not to awaken him, I gently lifted the covers from his body. He is a beautiful brute. Wide, hairy chest set with twin ruby nipples. The hair runs thicker, like a river, to his navel. It broadens suddenly into a lake spreading across his belly. Then, once again, it thickens in a veed island with only one tree growing from it.
That one tree is a magnificent specimen. Although at the moment, it was still in dormancy. But, I was determined to start the sap flowing so it would again stand tall and indomitable as a Live Oak should. Determined to make its veining branches pulse with life, I lifted it and began to flick the sensitive ridge of bark on the underside with my tongue.
Immediately, the sap rose; the tree stirred to life.
I danced my tongue up and down the trunk, watching Dagssin's face.
He snorted.
"Ugughpf," he mumbled groggily and raised his head, peering down at me through bleery eyes.
"Good morning, lover," I said sweetly before resuming my licking of his cock. The tree trunk was now tall enough and strong enough to be used as a missen mast on a square rigger.
Remembering how Dagssin had teased me so unmercifully before he would make love to me, I decided to try the same thing on him.
Binah had taught me how to squeeze a man's penis to keep him from ejaculating. I had used it on Poppin many times. It drove him insane. I became curious to see if I could drive Dagssin just as insane with passion before I let him spend.
I began to use my fingers to tease his ballocks and titillate his nipples and stomach. I drew my tongue upward in a line, and plunged it into his navel. At the same time, I was pressing my tits against his balls and using my hands to rub them all over his turgid cock-flesh.
Wide awake now, Dagssin growled and reached for me.
"No. Lie still. Do not touch me."
Looking amused, and indulgent, Dagssin lay back on the bed, his arms underneath his head, watching me with a wry grin. I wondered if he thought I could not shatter his mind as he had done to mine so often. Determination to wipe that grin off his face built inside me.
Moving swiftly, I pressed moist, hot kisses on his chest, his nipples, his belly and the inner parts of his thick thighs. Always rubbing my soft tits against his hard body as I moved. From there, I quickly moved down, and sucked on his toes, before he realized what I was about.
Dagssin jerked his leg, giving out a stiffled bellow.
I grabbed the other foot and sucked on the toes.
This time, he groaned, and when I looked the grin was gone. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wide open, his head thrown back, and his hands gripping the sides of the bed as if he was afraid he would fall out.
Satisfied, I slid up and began licking and kissing his log once more.
Dagssin's hips thrust up. He wanted me to put my mouth down over it. I ignored his silent request and let my tongue and fingers wander where they would. Dagssin never knew where I would touch him next, or how, and it drove him wild.
Without warning, I inserted the tip of my little finger into his piss hole while my tongue lapped at the ridge.
Dagssin bellowed, and I knew he was going to spend by the way his nuts were drawn up so tightly against his body.
I gripped his prick at the root, the way Binah had taught me, and wouldn't let him come.
Dagssin jerked his head up, staring down at me through wide, surprised eyes.
I smiled sweetly.
"Lie back, darling. It will be all the better for the waiting."
"SWEET JESUS CHRIST!" he gasped and fell back on the bed.
I released my grip on his penis and caught it between my two over abundant tits. I massaged his prick up and down in their valley.
Then, I began to lick and fondle his cock once more. And when he began to urgently thrust his hips up, I squeezed his organ root again.
Dagssin, looked like he could not believe what I was doing to him. He grabbed ahold of me and tried to flip me under him.
"No! No ... just lie back," I told him and pressed him down on the bed.
He did not fight me, as I thought he would. Yet his eyes showed his puzzlement as he docilely laid back.
I asked him to turn over. He did. I am certain he believed that I would never be able to stop him from coming if he was lying on his prick. At first, I brushed his back and his bum with my titties. I ran my swollen nipples up and down between his ass cheeks. Then, my lips kissed his buttocks and my tongue licked them. And after a bit of that, my tongue wandered on down to the crack between those luscious fleshy mounds.
"AGGGH!" Dagssin cried, nearly addling himself as he rammed his head against the bed.
His reaction to the touch of my tongue had raised his rump up off the bed. Quickly, I slid a hand around and beneath him to tease his nuts and his prick. I pressed my face right between his buttocks and let my wet tongue lap and lick his puckered brown ring.
The heady taste, sort of musky and sweaty, made my pussy itch for cock. But I was not going to let Dagssin fuck me. This lovemaking session was to please him, totally. I wanted Dagssin to leave me, feeling that there was no woman on earth who could thrill him as I could. That is the way I felt about him, and I wanted him to feel the same about me.
Raising up on my feet, I draped my body over his, kissing his neck and shoulders while pressing my breasts against his back. My lips left a hot trail of kisses down his spine. When low enough, I pressed my tits against his bottom, circling him with my arms and grasping his penis and balls. I rolled his nuts in my hands and gently tugged on them while slowly pumping his prick.
His rear end began to buck and rotate like crazy even before I slid lower.
With no warning, I shot the tip of my furled tongue into his shit hole. I began to jerk his dick fast, as if I was trying to make him spill his seed all over the bed.
Dagssin gave a mighty groan as I fucked his asshole with my tongue.
I clutched his prick at the root and squeezed, keeping my tongue immobile inside his asshole, as he had done that time with my cunt. I did not let him cum.
"GOD DAMN! GOD DAMN!" Dagssin groaned and moaned and humped his back in an effort to get off, but I wouldn't turn him loose.
The moment he had calmed again, I began jerking his cock and tongue-fucking his asshole.
Dagssin was like a wild man, butting his head against the bed in his delirious state.
"YE BITCH! YE BITCH! Damn ye, ye are killin'me!"
I jerked my tongue out of his asshole and shoved him over on his back, which was easy, since he had not much strength left.
"You will spend in my mouth, or nowhere, you pirate!" I cried, and covered his prick with my mouth and sucked hard, trying to pull the cream right up out of it.
Dagssin howled. He clutched my hair and held my lips tight against his groin, his cock deep in my throat, and ejaculated with such moans of ecstasy and such force that I knew he would never forget it-ever.
I swallowed all his cum and told him how good it was.
Dagssin watched me lick my lips. The big pirate looked drained and dazed. His penis grew soft, which it had never done before after only one ejaculation.
I kissed him all over, using my breasts to undermine his lethargy. Then, I took his soft prick in my mouth. When I had his cock's FULL attention, I straddled his body with my rear end toward his face. I bent forward, giving him a good viewing of my engaging bottom. While holding myself high over him, I drew his hardened penis up, and knew that he was watching the seductive ring of my luring asshole as it swallowed his prick.
It made me feel bewitchingly successful when Dagssin gave a powerful moan and grasp my hips.
"Bend farther forward. Give me a closer peek at that fascinating asshole of yers." He raised his knees. "Put yer hands on me knees to support ye."
I found that using his knees made it easy for me to raise and lower my asshole on his prick.
"My asshole is the Siren on the reefs beckoning to you. You are helpless, and must come to the Siren and then cum in her."
"Ye are a temptress!" he agreed in a ragged breath. "Ye bait me and draw me on with yer witchery and flirtation."
"And you love it! Admit it!"
"Aye, I do."
I could feel that his prick had grown to colossal size in my rectum. I contracted my anal sphincter around his cock every time I raised myself and when I lowered my asshole over his prick, I relaxed the muscles.
Dagssin began to slam his hips up at me.
To maintain control, I raised myself up and held there, with only the head of his dick still in my ass. Like I imagined the Siren might, I weaved my butt. Letting him see, and hunger for my forbidden fruit.
Dagssin seized control. Of a sudden, I was at his mercy. He promptly growled, and punctuated the fact by forcefully driving me down while driving his hips up. Our flesh sharply slapped together.
I screeched. He had me then. He savagely rammed me up his dick and slammed me back down on it.
"Ass 'hore-dick fuckin' ass 'hore! Tempt me, will ye, with yer writhing ass!" He drove up into my asshole with beastial intent.
"Yes!" I cried passionately, wanting to be manhandled, raped, taken by force.
Dagssin shoved me forward until I chinned myself on his knees.
"I want to see the shit hole I screw. Want to see it turned inside out by me prick. Did the earl fuck yer asshole?"
I was panting and could barely talk. "Yes. He loved shoving his prick, or Raynor's prick into my tight, fucking asshole."
"Cocked ye with another man's cock! Fuck! 'e stuck ye with my lance too. 'e shoved the 'ead of me dick right up yer ass."
"And when you came, he ate your cum out of my asshole," I gasped, ready to climax. "Cum in my ass now, Dagssin, my lover. I will sit on the paper I write my husband's letter on and let your semen drain upon it. Tell him what we have done when you deliver it to him."
The great Dane attacked my asshole fiercely then.
Resting my chin on his knees, using both hands, I spread my ass "cheeks salaciously wide for him.
Dagssin gouged three fingers up my cunt and finger-fucked me vigorously. Desire raged in my pelvis. I moaned in rapturous delight.
"Aye. Tell 'em I will, 'ow I fucked into the pink meat of yer asshole! 'ow I made yer pussy purr like a kitten, 'ow his wife's liquid asshole begs to 'ave my prick to suck on."
"How I have turned into a cock stuffed slut! Tell him!"
"That and more, ye passionate bitch! 'ow ye make the servants line up in the great hall every mornin' and kiss yer ass before ye break fast. Then, 'ow, at table, ye sit on that narrow-seated chair Rippley made for ye, and 'ave a servant behind you, eatin' yer ass and another betwixt yer legs eatin' yer cunt, while ye sip yer tea. And that still another servant jacks off in yer cup to cream yer brew."
"And how Binah eats all the ball juice out of my cunt and ass before I leave the table."
"Aye," Dagssin growled. "And the ass suckin' slut shall 'ave a double helpin' this mornin'."
I churned my ass fiercely on his crotch as the intensity of my orgasm shook me to my roots. I twitched and moaned in the throes of ravishing passion that had me in its grip.
Dagssin frantically drove me up and down, nearly insane with urgency, mumbling that he was going to fill my ass so full the bitch would never be able to eat it all.
Dagssin came, and it was as abundant as he said it would be. He would only let me put on a thin, gossamer robe when we went down to break fast. He wore only a bathing towel wrapped around his hips.
As the servants filed behind me in the hall, and pressed their lips to my asshole, Dagssin's eyes began to glitter lustily. By the time we took our places at table, his dick was stiff as a barrel stave.
"Which of us will be the very fortunate ones to serve my Lady and my Lord this morning?" Ernest inquired politely.
It embarrassed Dagssin to be called my Lord, but it amused me and I encouraged the servants to continue to do so, no matter how many times Dagssin corrected them.
"I will have Poppin at my ass and you at my cunt this morning, Ernest."
I turned to Dagssin, who had never broke fast with me before. He knew of my 'special' break fast only what I had told him.
"And you, my Lord? Who would you have service you this morning? Would you like one of the boys to go down on your cock, or would you prefer Binah?"
His reply was swift. "Binah. But does she like men?"
"I do not believe so. Yet, she will do as I tell her." From beside me, the downstairs maid cleared her throat.
"My lady-I would consider it a very, great pleasure if my Lord would allow ME to service him this morning."
I raised my eyebrows in question as I glanced at Dagssin. Irina is a buxom, long-legged wench with creamy skin and a smattering of freckles on her nose. She is a wholesome country lass from around Blackpool.
Dagssin gave her close scrutiny.
"Ye like to suck prick, girl?"
She flushed, her creamy skin taking on a charming rose hue.
"Yes, my Lord."
"Get yer self between me legs, then girl."
Tuten had everything in readiness. The little serving maid brought in tea and scones, which is all I ever have. But for Dagssin there was eggs, ham, sausages and large chunks of golden brown potatoes.
We began to eat and speak as lovers will over a meal, while Irina and Ernest were between our legs under the table, sucking our sexes.
Poppin was standing behind me. He had fingered my asshole a bit and found it full.
"My Lady. May I please lick my Lord's spunk out of yer asshole?"
"No, Poppin. I am saving it for Binah. Do you fuck my ass and add more for her to eat."
"There be no room in yer bowels fer more semen, woman," Dagssin said with a devilish grin. "I filled ye plumb full."
"Oh, please, me Lord, let me try," Poppin begged, seeing his prize slip away.
Dagssin glanced at the baby-faced boy.
"Ye love yer mistress' ass, lad?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Then ye may fuck 'er in the ass while we break our fast. Just do nay jiggle 'er about so she may not be able to drink 'er tea."
"Yes, my Lord," Poppin replied, joy spilling out of his voice.
I felt the head of Poppin's man-sized prick press up against my asshole. He had his knees bent so that his prick stuck upward, kissing my rear hole. It was his style to raise and lower himself by the strength of his legs. Doing this he was actually fucking UP into me. His prick touched off glorious new excitements in this position. And it was even more exciting, sitting comfortably at table with my lover, while Poppin fucked my ass.
Dagssin began to moan and tell Irina to eat her fill.
Poppin got all flustered and shot his cannon right up my asshole, filling it even fuller.
I screeched and forced the head of Ernest tight against my cunt and coated his face with my juices.
Dagssin left to meet Father at the company office, and I went to the library to finish the letter to the earl.
I sent Irina to summon Binah to come to me there.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Good morning, my husband: Dagssin and I have broken fast and he is now at the offices with Father.
A moment ago, a messenger from the King brought me a mandate. A traitor has apparently been active, for the King knows I sailed with you to France. The King has now forbidden me to leave England. Which, as we both know, is the same as forbidding me to see you, my husband. I am sad. But, for your sake, I will put the sadness aside so that I might finish my letter. I do pray that the King is not intelligent enough to have the men stop Dagssin, on the way to his ship, and search him for any messages he might be carrying between us. I MUST WARN DAGSSIN.
Again, I sit at your desk. Binah, my maid, is behind me, greedily eating Dagssin and Poppin's cock-cum out of my asshole.
I must tell you more of Poppin. The boy is as restless and as sensational as a summer storm.
I call him a boy, although in fact, Poppin is a year older than I. Yet he has such a sweet, baby face. Besides, I believe it excites him to be called a boy. His tool is big enough to make two pricks for full-sized men.
The boy pays tribute to my ass by making up lusty poems, which he recites to me every chance he gets. He also devises lewd prayers that he calls his holy ass prayers. While saying the prayers, he kneels behind me. He is as devout as any Christian ever was. And the boy has invented at least ten ribald songs about 'his Lady's asshole', which he sings to me in accompaniment to a stringed instrument he strums.
The mere sight of my tight anal ring makes Poppin's prick harden and lengthen into horse-sized magnificence. When fully erect, it appears far, far too large for the rest of his moderate sized body. And his face looks so innocent and sweet when he falls to his knees behind me and says his prayers.
Sometimes, I allow him to pray to my naked ass right in the drawing room after tea.
If I really feel naughty, I serve Poppin his tea in a most unlady-like fashion.
Binah cools the brew to luke warm. Then, I lay upon the divan, my bared ass hanging over, feet resting on Pop-pin's stomach as he reclines beneath me, his mouth just a bit below my asshole. I have Binah pour his tea-down over my pussy and asshole. Poppin takes his tea from the cup of my asshole. The little glutton always drinks the pot dry.
Do not fret, for I have replaced ALL of our prudish servants with lusty, trustful ones so that no tales might be told of my frolics.
When you return, we shall have our fun anywhere ip the house we choose, in the presence of the servants as they go about their duties. Or, if you wish, the servants will do their duties to us.
On divers occasions, I have had a whim to be in total command over a man. At such times, I make the boy, Poppin, kneel. I stand over him and make him spread my ass cheeks and pray to my asshole. Or, I might make him recite one of his delightful poems, lauding my ass's virtues while he twiddley-fingers it.
Usually, after this, I tell Poppin what a dirty little boy he is. And once in awhile, I turn him over my knees and punish him with a spanking for his naughtiness. This always makes him ejaculate all over the floor.
Binah suggested another way that I might effectively punish the degenerate (this is what she calls him) for being so morally corrupt. And she has brought me the instrument to do it with. It is a long, smooth cylinder that Tut en uses in the kitchen for rolling dough.
Binah loves it when I torment Poppin. She is jealous of all my lovers and wants me to herself. But she does please me, so I allow her to watch when I am punishing Poppin.
Binah was right. Implanting the thing deep in Poppin's unvirtuous asshole and fucking him with its monstrous girth, made him ejaculate tons of slops all over the floor.
I commanded him to get down on all fours, with the wooden cylinder still imbedded in his ass, and lick his mess up, swallowing it, of course.
I am going to suggest to Missy (Dagssin also carries my letter to her), that she use this method to punish you, when you have been a bad boy. So, my husband, act accordingly.
Now and then, I deny Poppin my ass altogether. He cries and begs, but I hold firm. I call one of my other servants to me and allow them to service my cunt, or ass while I make Poppin watch, forbidding him to touch me or himself. I spend hours tormenting him with one servant or another. Once, I even called Barrows in and made Poppin watch the butler's big dick fucking in and out of my asshole.
Poppin actually began to whine after awhile, poor boy. Yet I still refused to let him touch my ass or his prick. Poppin got so excited that he ejaculated in his breeches and then pissed his pants.
Binah laughed at him and for days told the other servants how the 'filthy turd' had messed himself. I do believe that Poppin thoroughly enjoyed the humiliation of it all.
From time to time, I have made him sit and look at my ass, not touching it in any way. I talk very naughty to him, like I talk naughty to you, to get him all worked up. Then, I forbid him to touch his prick and leave him alone. I go up to my room.
Binah helps me undress and then I make her go down and fetch the perverted boy.
When Poppin comes to me, I am on my hands and knees on our bed, my husband. My rear faces the door as the boy enters.
Very haughtily, I command him to stick his nose up my asshole and smell it.
If I was not always so hungry to have his big thing up my ass, I would laugh at the way my eager, young lover rips at his clothing.
After such teasing, Poppin gives me the most savage butt-fucking! I become so aroused that I spend and spend without once touching my pussy.
Right now, Binah's tongue, lapping my asshole, makes me want to call Poppin and have him screw me. I love his animalistic grunts and the intense passion which draws his baby-face into such contortions that his own mother would not recognize him.
This morning, I have the urge to tease him again, and I must give in and let him fuck me before Dagssin returns this evening.
Most times, Dagssin wants me all to himself, and I do not mind, for he loves me thoroughly and never leaves me wanting.
Darling husband, you did bid me write reams of how I am cockolding you. I fear I have not done well. You have my promise, that hence-forth, each night, I will faithfully fill pages with my daily activities. Dagssin will need pack mules to carry my letter to you.
Wear your horns well, my husband.
Always Your Fornicatrix, Lady H.
When again Dagssin returned to me from France, he carried this letter from Lord Hind.
My Beloved Lady H:
Your letter, my dear, did exhaust me, for I did spend three times while reading the first part-and acting according to your instructions. I was forced to save the second part of your letter for reading the following day.
Thank you, my darling, for delivering me from the pain of blue balls. Missy, Bastian and Mademoiselle Claudine, also send their grateful regards, for they enjoyed the reading nearly as much as I did.
Raynor, the whelp, should have stayed by you until the child was born. Apparently, he has absolutely no paternal instincts. I, on the other hand, want nothing more, than to be by your side.
Missy has been a great comfort to me, as well as a magnificent lover.
Bastian has the house and grounds in superb form and keeps them that way. I do enjoy his company. He is quite an intelligent fellow when he speaks on various subjects.
After dinner on Sunday, the four of us have a game of whist, which always evolves into a game of fuck.
That is, until we received your letter. The last two days, we have nearly fucked ourselves to death while reading your letter-and smelling it. Dagssin entered the frolic and told us how you had scented the letter.
To me, it was a tremendous thrill to gaze upon the prick you spoke of, as I read your letter. The third time, when I thought I would never get off, Dagssin began to speak of all the naughty things you have done, and my balls gave a mighty heave and spewed tons of slops into Mademoiselle's girly mouth.
There was no need for Missy to go to the kitchen in search of that wooden cylinder used to roll dough. (By the way, did you bid the cook make you a good tasting pie with it before she washed the thing?)
Here, I must tell you of Bastian's many talents. The man is amazing.
From a tree limb, he whittled out a very smooth penis shape, as thick as a man's arm. He fashioned two huge balls at the base. Then, the naughty man carved a man's face, complete with eyes, nose and ears. Have you ever heard of such a thing? I have not.
Missy and Mademoiselle Claudine were crazy about it. Their eyes took on a glazed look when Bastian first showed it to us.
But Bastian would not let them have the use of it until he had nailed the thing to a square chunk of wood-a sort of base to keep it upright.
That evening, he proudly carried the thing in and sat it smack in the middle of the dining table.
He said, "Anyone wishin' ter fuck hisself, must climb up on the table and impale hisself on't whilst the rest o' us sit 'ere in the chairs an' watch."
It was a brilliant idea, for those sitting in the dining chairs would be able to see the thing plow up into the fertile asshole, or sopping cunt equally well.
Of a sudden, both ladies seemed shy. I was not chomping at the bit to be first to have a crack at it either.
So, Bastian took down his breeches, climbed up on the table, and squatted over the thing.
I was amazed, as I watched his asshole stretch gruesomely to take that thing. I expected his shit hole to rip wide open any second.
But he pumped his ass up and down on that wooden monster that is far, far bigger than any fully erect prick I have ever seen on a man-or horse!
This same view made Mademoiselle Claudine's shyness disappear. She climbed on the table with Bastian, grabbed his hardened, fleshy cock and crammed it in her mouth.
That was all it took to get Missy and me started.
Missy scrambled for the whip, stripped me down and began flaying my ass. She did not stick the handle up my rectum, and I wondered why.
I found out as soon as Bastian had given Mademoiselle Claudine a drink of scum and climbed off the wooden penis.
Missy made me climb up on the table and squat over the thing while she whipped my ass and forced me down over it.
My shit hole is still gloriously sore. It was wonderful. I ejaculated so hard when I came, that it hit the far wall and splattered all over everything.
My dear, Dagssin has arrived to collect my letter to you. He is in port at Le Havre only hours. I will write a longer letter the next time.
Stay well, know that I shall be with you again soon.
Your Slave, T.H.
I KNEW ... I KNEW, THAT MY HUSBAND WOULD NEVER SEE ME OR HIS SON AGAIN.
To make up for that, I will fornicate like no wife has ever fornicated before. I will fuck and I will suck and I will do all the pussy, peter perversions I can think of to please my husband. And I am going to start right now.
"Summon all the servants, Binah. I want them to give me something to write my beloved husband about tonight," I told the woman with her tongue up my asshole.
