Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  Willow might actually end up enjoying this little ruse.

  “Not so shy after all, are you miss Willow?” Lord Murkgreed grinned, staring at her alluring cleavage. The young girl's dress had fallen slightly when she sat upon the well-cushioned seat, causing her neckline to plunge, and in doing so... revealing those virginal tits.

  “I... some...” But nothing else managed to escape her mouth. The lowly girl had nothing to say. With her heart beating rapidly, her eyes trembling slightly, and her juicy cunt beginning to ache... she could think of absolutely nothing to reply with.

  “I know exactly what you need...” Murkgreed sighed, scooting across the carriage so that he now sat beside the anxious Miss Woods.

  “You... you do?” She asked, knowing full well what he had in mind. She simply couldn't admit to such things, it wasn't in her nature. But if the Lord suggested it... then surely she must acquiesce!

  “Of course, young Willow... There's only one reason you would have gone to an establishment like that. No need to be coy about such things. You're a beautiful, tempting woman... But you should not reduce yourself to such a level.”

  “I... I...”

  “Do not worry, my dear.” He said, stroking her cheek with a heated hand. “Just be thankful that I arrived when I did. You would not want those men to steal your most sacred gift... that much I can assure you.”

  “Would they have done --- hooo!” Willow gasped at the unexpected touch of Lord Murkgreed's hand sliding down her front, gripping one of the breasts and giving it a squeeze. But that was not the most shocking to come.

  “Yes,” he groaned, lowering his strict hand even farther, down, down, down! “They would have ravaged your little hole... taken your innocence!”

  And with that, Willow Woods felt the Lord's fingers yank up on her dress tail – allowing his wanton hand to glide up her bare thigh and into the heavenly feminine folds of her sex.

  “Oh my...” He sighed upon feeling the wetness of her undergarments. “You are an eager one, aren't you?”

  “You make me want it, my lord...” Willow moaned, speaking the truth at last.

  “No, Willow... it is you who make me want it. I've watched your lovely body, day after day in my home. Did you not think that I coveted this succulent peach?”

  And here he gave her southern slit a gentle squeezing, as if testing the ripeness of some low-hanging fruit. Pressing those virgin lips together through her panties. Sizing them up... and what plump delicacies they were! Little Willow Woods possessed a most magnificent set of lewd lips, indeed. Lord Murkgreed held them firm between his fingers, letting the heat resonate out onto his skin.

  “Mmm,” he smiled, leaning forward to kiss her neck. “I will teach you how to use these...”

  “You will...?” Miss Woods gasped, reclining back against the cushions.

  “Of course, little Willow...” He grinned, sniffing a lock of her hair. And with that, he tapped the side of the carriage, calling out, “And driver, go ahead and take the scenic route today... I want to enjoy the view.”

  Uh oh... Willow knew what that meant. Extra time and extra privacy. The girl had never thought her ploy of seducing the older man would ever go this smoothly, and yet here she was! With his hand delicately playing her love instrument! And what a tune he could strum... the way those fingers set about twirling and swirling, hitting just the right spots. It was beyond what she ever expected... the sheer joy of it all!

  “S-s-s-s-cenic route?” She moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

  “Little Willow, do not dare question me now... You wished for this indecent treatment, did you not? Now allow me to show you the ways of debauchery in fashions which you could never comprehend – until this moment, that is...”

  “Mmm,” she sighed. The words didn't even hold all that much meaning to the girl, but she certainly loved how they sounded. All the dirty noises come from his mouth – driven home even harder by that relentless hand, pleasuring her southern slit.

  “Now,” he began, sitting upright so that his position was that of an overseer. “Take off this dress, young lady.”

  “My, my dress?” She hesitated.

  Thwack!

  Lord Murkgreed swatted her across the breast. A good stern slap which sent a stinging sensation throughout the girl's entire body.

  “The next one will be on your bottom, miss Willow. Now please do as I say – there is much for you to learn,” Murkgreed smiled. And something in the way his lip curled up nearly brought Willow to orgasm! The man's steadily working hand, still rubbing along her clitoris, probably didn't hurt.

  She reached upward, holding her breath, as Willow unbuttoned the front of her dress.

  Pop. Pop. Pop.

  Three buttons later, it was free to be removed. Lord Murkgreed wasted no time in taking hold of the inner seams and pulling them apart – exposing the young damsel's enticing chest... those feminine globes of perfection! Her pale skin and those pert little breasts! Nothing overly large or ungainly massive. But enough to warrant a powerful worshiping. The mature nobleman wasted no time in setting about the task. His spare hand rubbed along her right breast, reaching beneath her bra and taking hold of the girlish delight.

  “Mmm... so supple and full,” he remarked, staring at the slight reddening of the skin where he had swatted her. “Let's get the rest off of you.”

  Willow did as commanded, but as she did so there came a sudden bump – a jostling of the carriage, as the driver must have struck some hole or uneven patch of road. It resulted in Willow being tossed against the sturdy passenger, right into his wanton arms. Lord Murkgreed smirked, but a mere few inches from her beautiful face. Those virgin eyes, ablaze with enthusiasm and fear... not knowing what lie in store for her naughty bits, but eager all the same.

  “All of it...” Murkgreed instructed, removing the rest of her dress and slipping it down over her thighs. Those silky smooth, comely legs. The man slid his hand along the flesh, sighing as he did so. What joy that tight body held! And soon it would all be his...

  ***

  Willow just now felt the immense heft of Lord Murkgreed's shaft, right there, pressing firmly against her bare thigh. Despite being restricted by his trousers, the desirous rod certainly did its best to have its presence known. And oh my, how she loved the sensation of his love pole prodding her leg!

  The girl felt a slight reservation, however. Never having been indecent with a man before, not even at the bathhouse. She was now almost completely nude! Locked in a carriage with this horny hunk... How the sight of his southern bulge made her pussy gush with excitement! Willow was certain that he could see the damp spot on her panties, where the sexual liquids had dripped out. The way his hand coaxed them from her body... like magic!

  “Would you like to see it, young Willow?” Lord Murkgreed inquired. He made no gesture or motion toward the large love lance, instead saying the question in such a way that no other meaning could be derived.

  “Yes...” She wheezed, still reeling with nerves as the lord's hand continued to toy with her moist pussy, as the other hand cupped and squeezed at her breasts.

  “Tell me you'd like it... tell me,” he repeated.

  “I want to see your manhood, Lord Murkgreed,” she said again.

  “...Make me believe it, miss Willow!”

  “Believe it?” She gasped, unsure what evidence he required. The lass hadn't a clue how to proceed in these sexual matters. The girl floundered about, raising her hand for a moment before putting it back down, time and time again. Meanwhile, Lord Murkgreed delighted in seeing the reticent damsel struggle with the ordeal. Especially the way her body would twitch and shudder now and again, depending on the sexual tune which he played upon her nether regions and nipples.

  “Yes, make me believe it. Show me you want a Lord's cock,” Murkgreed whispered into her ear.

  “But, my lord...” She stilled. “The presence of your pants makes that rather hard.”

  “My pants are not what
is making this hard, dear sweet Willow,” he laughed. “But if you believe so, then by all means... remove them.”

  “You mean...” Willow paused.

  “Show me!” The Lord repeated, taking hold of his young passenger's hair and pulling the severely overpowered girl forward.

  Her hand at once gripped the button of his britches – and in the next moment, they were undone.

  “Off,” Murkgreed nodded. And here he lifted his hips free of the seat cushion, allowing Willow to pull the trousers and underwear free of his rump in one smooth motion. She was then left... face to face with the most obscene object of her lusty cravings!

  Lord Murkgreed's sizable love pole!

  ***

  “What are you waiting for?” Murkgreed inquired. “Take your hands and place them on my shaft. That's it... there's a good lass... right there!”

  Willow Woods reached out, nervously taking hold of the immense sexual weapon. It was not so much the length which stunned her, but the girth. The sheer heft of it! And the smoothness of the skin. Her little fingers gliding up and down the pole with the greatest of ease.

  “Squeeze,” the Lord barked.

  And as the girl obeyed, she noticed a large gush of clear liquid erupt from the end of his love lance. She wondered, could it be...?

  “No, no,” the man laughed. “Give me more credit than that, my dear! Tis just the excitement you are bringing forth. Now bend forward and taste it... taste the fruit of your labor!”

  “With my...?” The virgin stuttered.

  “Yes. With your mouth, dear sweet Willow. Let me see this cock sliding into that wanton hole.”

  Well, Willow never imagined this happening! It was one thing to plot and plan, but quite another to actually consume Lord Murkgreed's throbbing member with her mouth! However, she did as told... and a moment later, her open mouth was hovering hesitantly just above the fellow's cock.

  “How do I...” She paused.

  “Oh damnit it all!” Lord Murkgreed shouted as he gripped the girl by the head and rammed her face southward – causing his cock to embed itself deep into her mouth. The sound of gagging filled the air – so shocked was she by the movement. Had they hit a bump on the road again, it surely would have sent the Lord's cock straight out the back of her throat!

  “Oh good heavens...” Murkgreed moaned, right along with Willow. “Such heat!”

  The way her warm mouth engulfed his shaft was a thing of beauty. Willow herself looked on in sheer bewilderment – having a large dick jammed down her throat! It was unheard of it! And yet she could not have been more aroused... Murkgreed continued his advances on the girl, fingering her southern hole and rubbing along the clit with the greatest of skill. She was dying to be penetrated!

  His pre-cum tasted of pure ecstasy! She'd never experienced such a sweetness... better than even the most expensive of chocolates and sweets. The sexual sweets, as Lord Murkgreed promised, were indeed far tastier than any other kind on this earth.

  “Go on then,” he ordered. “Lick it up! Let me see those pretty eyes of yours while you deflower your mouth. Look up here, young Willow. Look at me while you suck that shaft.”

  Here the lass did as told – staring up into the passionate eyes of Murkgreed. The man who was smiling ever so slightly, as he pushed his hips forward to drive even more than of that powerful love lance into the erotic target that was her throat.

  “Suck it harder! Show me you love it, wench!” The Lord groaned.

  And with each succeeding suck, Willow felt his fingers press into her pussy just a little harder. Though her panties prevented a very full insertion, it most assuredly got her wanting more! And evidently... she wasn't the only one longing for a proper filling. As the Lord slipped his hands beneath the panties and pulled outward – splitting them apart!

  Willow gasped loudly.

  “There we are!” He laughed.

  And with that, he removed the last bit of her undergarments from the supple bottom, whereupon he did run his warm hands over the entirety of her tail. Imagining how the milky white skin would look after a few slaps – reddening the bottom to a perfect hue.

  “Willow, we both know why you are here,” Lord Murkgreed offered. “It is no secret... your mouth around my cock says as much. But, it is time you felt the true joys of sexual delight. The full extent of its wonder!”

  She lifted her mouth from his southern shaft, slurping down the last remnant of precum.

  “What do you mean, my lord?” The damsel whispered, her heart pounding out of her chest.

  The man spanked her bottom fiercely, causing the girl to lurch forward into his arms.

  “It's time we put that wet pussy of yours to use, my dear sweet girl...”

  ***

  The virgin froze stiff, still feeling the man's impressive rod probing between her thighs. That exposed lower half of hers straddling the Lord's expanding crotch... she knew his love pole was dangerously close to splitting her lips apart. One wayward bump in the road or sudden turn would see her naughty bits skewered on the sizable rod!

  Murkgreed took hold of the beautiful hips, running his hands down low, around to her ass cheeks. These he grabbed, right at the bottom of their curvature, and gave them a stern squeeze. Willow loved the feeling of his powerful hands exploring her untouched flesh... knowing a man was aroused by her body – the best feeling she had known! And having just had the fruits of her labor as the lord had stated, driven right into her mouth! The little tart was more eager than ever for fulfillment! Even though this was a mission of the most dastardly intents, she felt lost in this moment – completely transfixed on the sexual experience. It was no longer about exacting revenge, but of being plowed! She would love every second of this treatment!

  Suddenly, she felt the Lord grip her rump with even great force – and in the next instant, she was being lifted from his lap! The girl found herself hovering in the air, held tightly by the clutches of Murkgreed. A man now smiling sinisterly... He flexed his southern shaft, causing it to upright and align with the young girl's cunt. This resulted in Willow gasping yet again at the sensation of Murkgreed's cock swiping against her moist lips.

  “Are you ready for it?” He asked.

  “I... I...” She sputtered.

  “You had best be nice and wet still, little Willow. Otherwise this might hurt a bit...”

  “Hurt?” She whispered, feeling very anxious.

  “Let's find out, shall we?” Murkgreed commented – and with that, he released the girl! Allowing her to drop in a freefall... directly onto the tip of his shaft!

  He watched as Willow Woods' eyes shot out of her head – a mixture of unadulterated pleasure and fright all at once. For during the fall, she had landed squarely on the man's cock, just as planned. But more than that, she had sat fully upon it! The entirety of his shaft was now penetrating the damsel's love den. Those lips having been spread apart in one smooth motion. Their sexual liquids combining to form an effortless entry. So wet! The sounds of which now echoed through the carriage. The sexual soundbox of her pussy juices, of her ass and legs slapping against the Lord's own body.

  The road took on a bumpy appearance. As the girl was jostled up and down, helped out by the kind Lord Murkgreed, of course.

  “There we are!” He sighed. “Sitting right on that large cock... you love it, don't you?”

  “Yes! Yes! Yes, I love it!” Willow shouted, fully transported to some place of unknown pleasures.

  Bump! Bump!

  Over and over she bounced on the sizable shaft! Squealing and moaning each time, feeling her ass spanked and pinched and slapped by the insatiable lord. It was all too much for the young, no longer virgin, girl!

  “My lord!” She shouted, wincing with an agonozing happiness. “What, what is?”

  “You're coming!” He laughed, tweaking a nipple of hers. “You're going to come on my cock and drench me in your liquids!”

  “I am?!”

  “Yes!” Murkgreed barked, and here he b
egan a furious humping action – driving his shaft in over and over, causing the girl to arch her back, unknowingly, unconsciously, and all the more instinctively. She was on the brink of orgasm, they both knew it!

  “Oh god!” She cried out, falling forward in a heap of satisfaction as her legs began to spasm and quiver. Those little thighs squeezing against Murkgreed's own legs, signaling the culmination of their efforts – as the extreme wetness from her cunt gushed out and down his shaft. The pussy lips gripping his cock and releasing it, over and over.