Lusty Historical Erotica Stories

by Tabitha Jonestown

  Edward grinned wide. He needed no further encouragement and bucked his hips up hard to meet her downward thrusts. He felt his cock get even harder, making her pussy all the more tight. “Uhhh, Miss Dove…” Edward’s eyes went wide. “I’m… I… cumming!”

  “Yes, dearie, yes!” The woman screamed into his flushed face. “Cum, cum deep inside me. Fill me up.”

  And he came, and came, like he hadn’t ever before. This woman’s pussy had been lying dormant for a long time, and his cock had made it erupt back to life. Her hands were on his aching balls, massaging them to make his orgasm go on and on. Suddenly Leona pulled off his cock and slid down to his rigid organ standing upright in front of her greedy face. She grabbed the base and stroked him hard. Opening her moist lips she took the cum spewing head into her lusty mouth. He gasped at the sensation of her hot wet mouth over his tingling cockhead. She stroked his shaft furiously while she sucked hard on his cockhead. His balls scrunched and tightened, and kept on pumping out his seed down her throat and like a woman possessed, she swallowed and swallowed, making him feel quite dizzy from just watching her.

  “Oh, Leona…” He sighed and ran his hands over her blonde hair. “You are so… so fucking good.”

  “Mmmhh, that was so, so good… ” Leona smiled dreamily at him and rubbed his cockhead all over her lips, chin and cheeks. “And I want more of it. Every damn day.”

  “Sure thing, Leona…” Edward grinned back at her, feeling relaxed. “I can do that, along with all the other work I do.”

  The older woman gave him a sultry smile and snuggled her warm naked body against his, while her hand still caressed his sticky, cum smeared cock. “Yes, Eddie… I want this everyday. And mind you, if Lia tries to seduce you again… you’re free to teach her a lesson. By heaven, that little tart does deserve a good hard ramming.”

  This was definitely far better than anything he could have dreamed of. And it could be the start of a long and fruitful relationship, he thought, and he would make every bit of it worth his while. All he had to do was stay holed up here with these two beautiful lusty women, feeling safe, secure and loved for as long as he liked.

  Story Six

  Her eyes stared impassively at the ceiling. Her husband, the Duke of Balmy Town, emptied what little seed he had into her. She hardly felt anything. It was the same every other day, when he could make the time to fulfill his husbandly duties in the afternoons, just before teatime. He pulled out of her, spent and panting, and as usual she did not feel a thing. That was the way it was supposed to be, she was told all her life growing up. Sexual intercourse was a pleasure only for the man. For the woman, it was just a medium to bear her husband an heir or two.

  Lenore Florence Mosel, the young Duchess of Balmy Town, sighed softly as the portly man she was wed to rolled off her and lay on his back beside her. His puffy chest was heaving and his soft tummy quivered. At least he had been pleasured. That was her duty as a wife, was it not? But Lenore couldn’t help thinking about the pleasure she would like to receive.

  She knew it felt good to touch herself, when she was alone and naughty thoughts filled her mind. And she had been very excited on her wedding night when her husband had divested her of all her many clothes. His touch had felt good then, that first time on her bare flesh, and when he pushed his hard little organ in, deflowering her, she felt a little pain and also a little pleasure. And then that was it. The days and nights that followed, she felt little joy if any. And all she did was lie on her bed with her legs spread while her husband took his pleasure. She could hardly feel him anymore, even her own hands felt better. And so it had been for the entire month since her wedding.

  “Have you had your monthly yet?” The Duke asked her breathlessly as he stared upward.

  “I… not yet, my love.” She replied shyly, glancing at him.

  “We shall have some hope then, for good tidings.” Duke Mortimer Ferdinand Mosel stretched his plump arms over his head. “Mother will be pleased to know that I will have sired an heir.”

  “Yes, my husband.” Lenore said, sitting up and reaching for the satin sheets to cover her nakedness. She stole a quick glance at her husband’s flaccid organ. It was no larger than her own thumb, and felt only as much when aroused and hard.

  She had lied about her period to him. The three nights it lasted, she had feigned illness and he had not come to her bed. He had others to appease him, she knew that, and was only coming to her bedchamber to fulfill his duty as a husband and to sire an heir for his dukedom.

  “Will you take tea with me this evening, my lord?” Lenore asked her husband.

  “Tea?” He sat up slowly and scratched his plump belly. “Oh no, my dear. The Count and Countess De Wolvers wish to have me over at their new seaside manor for dinner tonight. I must leave in an hour.”

  With that he rose and pulled his trousers and robes back over his soft, chubby body before he left her bedchamber without so much as another look at her. Lenore sighed. She had become quite accustomed to this life by now. In fact she had been groomed for it ever since she was nine years of age. Her father, the Earl of Wister Moors, had made sure that she would have the very best tutors and matrons to set her up for the life of a dutiful wife to a duke.

  So another evening of tea all alone by herself then, she acquiesced and reached for the overhanging bell rope. A doe eyed girl, not much younger than she, entered the bedchamber with a small wooden tub of warm water and a soft scrub. Lenore stood up naked and allowed the girl to wipe her body down. She looked at herself in the full length mirror. Was she not desirable for more than just a few minutes of grinding and rubbing against? Were her breasts not full and pert, and her hips not curvy to inflame lust in a man? And her lovely face, flawless skin and rich dark hair? Why, she had seen many a dashing young fellow give her more than a second look when she attended some ball or the other. The Duke was hard pressed with his duties of dukedom, she consoled herself, and he would soon see her for what she was, wouldn’t he?

  “Shall your ladyship be wearing the new lilac gown for tea this evening?” The maid asked as she tenderly cleansed her husband’s meager offering off her inner thighs. The sensation of the warm, soft cloth suddenly felt very pleasing to Lenore. She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly to hide the soft moan that escaped her.

  “No, Kate.” She told the girl after she steadied herself. “I will wear the yellow daffodil gown this evening.”

  “Very good, my lady.” Kate held out a fresh pair of undergarments for her to step into.

  The daffodil gown suited her fair completion and was also quite demure. There was nothing really to celebrate taking tea all by oneself, day after day. She was excited when she had first walked into the Duke’s sprawling estate and mansion, but after a week, it all had become very dreary and dull. Her husband had attended many a ball and invitation in the month that she had been there, but she was not allowed to accompany him. The reason she was given was most absurd for lack of a better word. The Duchess of Balmy Town could only be toasted after she would give the Duke an heir. And that, she feared, would never happen, given that the Duke had very little to contribute to it.

  “Kate!” She suddenly had a thought. “Forget the daffodil gown. Fetch my riding attire… I wish to go exploring the woodlands around the estate.”

  “Would not the Duke have anything to say, my lady?” The slender girl asked with wide eyed wonder.

  “The Duke is going away to the seaside.” She told the maid. “He will return the day after tomorrow. Now fetch my riding boots and run to the stables and tell old Charley to saddle my horse for me.”

  “Will I ask to have an escort for…”

  “No.” Lenore smiled wide. “You will come with me, Kate. Have Charley saddle another horse for you.”

  “Me, my lady?”

  “Yes. You say you lived in the woods before being hired here. Let us ride to where you once lived.”

  “I… yes, my lady.” The girl seemed to lose a bit of color. “As you
wish.”

  And soon, within the hour, Lenore was seated side saddle on her favorite horse, a sunset colored mare, riding alongside a black stallion.

  “This is the master’s horse.” Kate looked positively petrified riding the tall black horse the Duke once favored.

  “Yes, it was.” Lenore told the girl. “A wedding gift, from one of my uncles to him. The Duke does not ride much, he prefers the comforts of a curtained carriage.”

  The paved stones of the estate walkway soon gave way to the rough trail of the countryside. The two horses cantered along at a leisurely walk. Before them, a small stream bubbled by. Crossing it, they would enter the woodlands.

  “How far into the woods did you live, Kate?” She smiled at the girl as the horses waded across the shallow stream.

  “Oh, not too far, my lady.” The young woman smiled back. “Another mile from here.”

  “How would you live there, out in the wild?”

  “We had a little cottage, my lady.” Kate had a distant look in her pale eyes. “My mother and father made a living there.”

  “And does anyone still live there?” Lenore wanted to know as such a courageous lifestyle intrigued her.

  “Yes, my father does.” The young maid stared ahead with a blank expression.

  “So why did you leave there to work in the Duke’s service, Kate?”

  “We… we needed better… uh… a better life, my lady.” Kate looked even more frightened than before as she tightened her grip on the reins.

  Lenore could sense that the girl was not being truthful. But she decided to not pry. Instead she focused on her surroundings. The woodlands gave off a sense of enchantment in the fading glow of twilight, and for a moment Lenore felt like she wanted to live there. So free and without a care, unlike the stifling spaces within the walls of the Duke’s mansion. Which was no different from her father’s mansion and it seemed that after marriage, she had just traded one form of prison for another.

  Out there in the woodlands, the trees were tall and wide. Birds nested high in the branches and little furry animals scampered about the thick trunks and entangled roots. Flowers were in full bloom even in the diminishing evening light, and the natural scent released from them made the atmosphere quite intoxicating for a young woman on her first time in the woodlands.

  “Let us go to your father’s cottage.” She told the young maid. “It will be quite dark for us to return to the mansion. Will your father let us stay the night?”

  “You are the Duchess, my lady?” Kate said softly. “My father will not turn you away.”

  “Splendid. This ride in the woods has given me quite an appetite.” She laughed happily. “I hope he will not take offence if I eat all the food in his larder.”

  Kate didn’t reply, and the young girl’s nervousness was quite evident. But Lenore was not going to let a maid’s disquiet deter her from taking a little pleasure away from the confines of her stately title and sequestered life. “Ah, is that the cottage?” She asked, pointing to a little wooden structure surrounded by trees.

  “Yes, my lady.” Kate replied with some pride. “My father built it himself.”

  “How wonderful.” Lenore dismounted and walked her horse toward the little cottage. “Where is he, your father?”

  “Away hunting, my lady.” The girl told her. “There is a full moon this night.”

  “So we can enter?” Lenore asked apprehensively as she neared the dark pathway to the cottage.

  “Yes, my lady.” Kate nodded. She then tethered the horses to a nearby tree and walked up to the cottage door.

  The door was not locked. They stepped inside the little cottage. Lenore marveled at the simple way life could be lived, without all the self indulged needs of her station. She sat on one of the two beds made from the trees of the woodlands. The same wood that made the walls of the cottage, the meager furniture and the rustic fireplace. The interior had a very cozy feel and Lenore suddenly wished she could live there. She looked at Kate and shook her head.

  “You lived here before… in this wonderful little place.” Lenore sighed and stretched her arms. “Then how can you live in that confining mansion, serving the whims of people like the Duke and I?”

  “The mansion is huge, my lady?” Kate had a look of confusion on her plain face “This cottage is no larger than the water closets there.”

  “I don’t mean the space, you silly girl.” Lenore laughed. “I meant the freedom of this life, surrounded by the nature and living off the land.”

  “It may look good for the first time, my lady.” The maid replied with her face reddening. “But life is hard and sometimes very demanding out here in the woodlands.”

  “I suppose that is so.” Lenore caressed the hand-polished wood on the bed she was seated on. “But I do find this very invigorating. Why, I’d wager even the Duke would feel more alive here.”

  “The D-duke? Here?” Kate suddenly began to shake with fear.

  “Yes, here.” Lenore raised an eyebrow at the stricken girl. “What is it, you silly child?”

  “Nothing, my lady.” Kate nodded and looked at the floor. “I… I’m being silly.”

  “Well, I suppose you are right in a way.” She had to admit. “The duke would never dream of living like this, even for a moment.”

  The horses suddenly began to whinny outside, making the two women stiffen and rise.

  “Someone is out there.” Lenore whispered. “Who can it be?”

  The cottage door pushed inward and a large shadow stepped inside. In the pale glow of the fireplace, Lenore found herself staring at something out of a nightmare. It was a man, the largest man she had ever seen. Tall and broad of shoulder, weather-beaten and rugged of face, with long unkempt hair and a fierce beard, a large woodsman’s axe in hand, he wore a cloak made from bearskin. A strong musky odor assailed her senses, and she felt like she would faint as the man crouched low toward them.

  “Father!” Kate called out and the man’s intense grey eyes narrowed as he let the axe drop from his hand.

  “Katie!” He said softly. “Oh, Katie. I missed you so.”

  The girl made a whimpering sound and disappeared into his bearlike embrace. He hugged her close and kissed her forehead. Lenore swallowed hard and felt a strange series of tingles and tremors course all though her young body. This bear of a man was the willowy Kate’s father? She had never seen a man like this in her life and she didn’t understand why the fear she felt was mingled with other feelings she had never had before.

  “And who is this?” The man was asking his daughter.

  “Oh…” Kate looked completely out of sorts. “Oh, forgive me, my lady. This is my father, Hagar. And father, this is her ladyship, the Duchess of Balmy Town.”

  “The Duchess?” The bearlike Hagar’s eyes went wide. “The Duchess… in my little hovel?”

  “I… I am pleased to meet you, Hagar the woodsman.” Lenore managed to say. “Kate is a fine employee and I wished to see where she lived.”

  “We are simple folk, my lady.” Hagar told her as he undid his bearskin cloak. “I live off the land, and sell the wood that I cut down.”

  “This is a wonderful place to live.” Lenore replied, her heart now beating faster at the sight of the man’s thick muscular arms and deep chest. “As I was telling Kate before your arrival.”

  “It is indeed, and also a hard living.” The man nodded as he rummaged into a sack by the fire. “Had I known I would have company…?”

  “No fear on that account, Hagar.” She smiled at him. “I will be well pleased with whatever repast you may serve.”

  “Some rabbit meat that will stew nicely, and a few carrots and turnips.” Kate said with a smile as she looked much relaxed than she had been so far.

  What was she afraid of, Lenore wondered. Her father, though a most imposing man, didn’t seem like one who would instill the fear that Kate was harboring. “A good honest meal.” She told the girl.

  “Aye, my lady.” Hagar smiled t
hrough his thick beard. “A meal for honest folk.”

  About an hour after their meal, Lenore sat on one of the beds as Kate settled into the other. Hagar offered to sleep outside next to the horses. That was a strange for her. Their host had given up his bed for a guest. He had given up his shelter for them. It made her feel sort of special. Something that was in very short supply back in the mansion and her life as the Duchess.

  Kate was soon sound asleep on the bed beside her and Lenore tried hard to follow the maid girl’s example. But sleep had other places to be and Lenore found herself staring into the low embers of the fireplace. She kept thinking of Hagar. That there were men like him, she could not even fathom. All the men she had known in her life were earls, dukes, counts and their bevy of foppish underlings. Yes, there were many strapping young fellows among the peasantry and the help, but it was beneath the station of an Earl’s daughter and now Duke’s wife to even consider looking at any of those men.