“Yo-your cock?” She gasped as pain and pleasure mingled all over her. “Is that what you call your… thing?”
“My thing?” He laughed as his rough hands lifted her up and down over him, impaling her again and again. “Aye, we call that a cock, and prick, and dick, and a lot of other appropriate names.”
“And what do you call mine?” She gasped with each thrust. “…in your colorful lingo.”
“Ah, yours is the sweetest, tightest ever.” He grunted and she felt his enormous organ get even thicker and harder, stretching her even more. “Pussy is a good one, and twat, slit and box, and cunt, though not too pleasant for a lady of fine breeding.”
“It all sounds so wonderful.” She moaned as that feeling of being overcome began to rise again. “You see, I’ve… uuhh, had a very… aahh, sheltered life…. Ooohhhh, so fa-aaahhh!”
She let herself go, her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a long and loud moan of delirious release. Her entire body shuddered with the power of her first ever orgasm on a man’s erection. Her senses went numb to everything except for the cascading waves of pleasure that exploded inside her reeling mind. She felt no more pain as her tight pussy, oh how she loved that word, clamped down hungrily on his throbbing cock. His cock, oh that was an even better word. How had she lived so long without knowing the pleasures that came so free and natural with this one life?
“Oh, Hagar.” She groaned into his ear. “Your thi… your cock is so big… and so hard… oh, I’m never… going to be sated by anything less.”
“You are always welcome to visit me… and my cock, my lady.” He grunted back and she felt his body tensing. “Oh, my lady… I… I’m going to cum soon… going to release my seed…”
“Oh, yes, yes.” Lenore arched her back and clawed at his dense hairy chest. “Please, don’t pull out… fill me with your seed.”
“But, my lady…” He looked uncertain, though his upward thrusts did not falter. “You may get…”
“I want to.” She breathed excitedly. “I want your seed in me… to light a spark of life in me.”
Hagar grinned at her and rolled to his side, his cock still deep inside her. Then he rolled over her and she gasped. So this is how it felt to be taken by a man. No hurried shuffling and rubbing, no huffing and panting. Instead she was completely engulfed in his embrace, feeling every aspect of this large, hairy, sweaty man-beast ravaging her like she so lustfully craved. She felt safe under his bulk, safe and so filled with desire. She wanted to possess him, all of him and she clenched down with even more force on his embedded organ.
Lenore lifted her buttocks to match his deep and powerful thrusts. His foot-long hardness slid in an out of her dripping hole with more urgency now. She could feel every inch of his cock filling her, stretching her wide. After this, she was sure she would never even feel the Duke’s little thimble anymore, not that she ever did. She threw her legs around Hagar’s muscular waist and moaned with pleasure as he dug his iron hard fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of her plush buttocks. His grunts were more animal like now than human, and his cock swelled even further. She knew, by some strange instinct, that he was going to release his hot seed deep inside her then.
That thought excited her into her second powerful orgasm with a man’s hard cock inside her. She clung to him for dear life as her young body shook with ecstasy. Lenore’s heart was hammering hard against her chest and her hardened nipples brushing against his hairy chest added more to the gushing release from between her quivering thighs. She whimpered and wept, moaned and screamed, as lust drove her mind over the brink of sanity.
And then she felt it, the sizzling rush of his release as something hot and thick splashed inside her. Oh, the pleasure of that sensation. What madness made women not want this? The Duke’s gift to her was a mere sprinkle next to this gushing torrent that filled her. She would give that fool of a husband the heir he so desperately wanted. His heir sired by a man whom he stole from all those years ago.
Lenore writhed and groaned, feeling more satisfied that she could ever imagine. She felt saddened when Hagar pulled out of her, his foot long member slowly receding. Lust overcame her again and she grabbed at it greedily, licking and sucking the juices that still dripped from it. She heard his satisfied sigh and her heart filled with joy. She knew this first little adventure was just the beginning. Out here, so deep in the secluded woodland, she would never be seen coming or going. And whenever her husband, the portly Duke, would be away on his many little trips around the countryside, she would have her own little excursions into the woodlands.
She looked up at Hagar as he stood by the fire, naked and oh so endearing. He was her woodsman, in every sense of the word, and she would bear his children and raise them as the Duke’s. The fire in her belly burned hotter than the one in the little fireplace and her eyes shone with lust at the sight of the woodsman’s rising cock. She could have him again, right then. That had never happened with the Duke. Nothing ever happened with the Duke. Fuck the Duke.
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Story Seven
Marlene Devlin stood with her hands on her hips and stared at the stuffed heads of the animals that adorned the high walls of her husband’s stately manor. Trophies all of them were, from far and wide all over the world. She didn’t feel any different from them. She too was a trophy for Percival Scott Devlin, the most accomplished sportsman and hunter of the decade.
“Most impressive, wouldn’t you say, my dear.” Her husband walked toward her with two glasses of champagne in his hands.
“Yes, indeed.” She smiled at him and accepted one. He was several years older than her. A handsome man and very well groomed, and she was quite pleased when he had proposed to her. And why wouldn’t one of the wealthiest men of the country take such a bold step. She was, after all, the grand winner of the most prestigious beauty pageant of the nation. And though she knew he had merely acquired her as he did the rest of his trophies, it was only the hunt that excited him. His duties as a husband, though rather prompt at giving her everything of material means, was rather shortcoming when it mattered the most, in her bed.
At twenty years of age, Marlene did consider herself very fortunate to get the best of everything. Tall, exquisitely beautiful, blonde and blue eyed, with a figure most women would kill for, Marlene had everything going for her. Except of course the loving attentions of her husband in the privacy of their bedroom. Percival Scott Devlin was always preoccupied with acquiring what he wanted, and had almost no time for what he had acquired. His need for the hunt more often than not kept him away from home for days on end, and that was growing rather tiresome for Marlene.
“Ah, yes… but no collection is complete without its crowning glory.” Devlin said with a sip of his drink. “I must have an African lion for the center piece of this arrangement.”
“Another one?” She replied in a bored tone. “Isn’t all of this enough?”
“It never is, my dear.” Her husband gave her a grin. “You think you may have everything, but there’s always something better waiting for you over the next horizon.”
She sighed deeply. He would never guess how true that was. She had everything, and yet nothing. He would be off on another one of his hunting trips, probably for months. A thought crossed her mind, germinated and then her eyes lit up.
“So it is Africa again?” She asked him.
“Yes… the western plains this time.” The tall distinguished man nodded as he stared at a blank spot on the wall. “It is the season for lions, and I have had reports of a rather handsome beast marking out his territory.”
“When will you be leaving?” Marlene inquired wit
h an air of indifference.
“In two days.” He said with a gleam in his eye.
“Will you be away long?”
“The standard two months…” He looked at her queerly. “Why do you ask? You are well aware of these things.”
“I have nothing to do here, when you are away.” She said plaintively. And even if he was there with her, there was nothing they did anyway. “Take me with you on this hunt.”
“Hm, I could consider it.” He nodded thoughtfully. “But it is a dangerous venture.”
“Oh, please… let me come with you.” She touched his arm. “I shall go mad here doing nothing.”
“Very well.” He smiled then looked serious again. “My hunting party is small. So don’t stray away at any time.”
“I won’t.” She nodded eagerly and kissed him on the cheek.
That was the closest she had gotten to him in a while. She let him admire his collection of macabre trophies and walked away, her mind filled with expectant thoughts. Perhaps being with him on the hunt would bring that much needed spark in their sex life. If she could divert the passion he had for the sport of hunting towards her, maybe she could salvage something for herself from this insipid marriage. She undressed and slipped into her bed, hardly able to contain her excited anticipation.
*****
Seventeen days and a very long trip by sea later, Marlene found herself in the hot and humid coast of western Africa. She had heard her husband mention the name of the country but she couldn’t remember it. From the shipyard they travelled further inland by road. The party of six, her included, rode in two robust vehicles and as they moved further inland, the countryside began to change. The western African plains were very vast and went on for miles in every direction. Marlene had never seen this much open land and sky ever before. The natural air of the wilderness invigorated her and she took a deep lungful of it.
The vehicles had no roofing, allowing a full view all around. She sat beside her husband in the middle seat. The hunting party consisted of six people, four other men, hunters like her husband, and the two of them. Each vehicle had a local driver, and the sight of them marveled her. She had never seen people of so dark a completion before and the raw power these men exuded fascinated her.
So each vehicle had four occupants and they were heading out to lion country. The thought both excited and terrified her, but she felt safe for Percival Scott Devlin’s prowess as a hunter was rather well renowned. And she was certain that the other men were as good if not his equal. They carried more than two dozen weapons in the form of rifles, handguns, large machetes and even a hunting bow and arrows. The vehicles slowed down to a cruise and Marlene looked around with wonder.
The vast African plains were a sight to behold. Her heart beat faster and she felt as giddy a child. She could see large herds of wildebeest and zebras in the distance, and several other antelope. To her left, a herd of giraffe lazily ambled along, and further ahead, near a watering hole, a small herd of elephants shared a drink with rhinos and buffalo.
“Oh, this is so wonderful.” She whispered, clutching at her husband’s knee. “I feel like I’m in a dream.”
“Yes, it does seem so at first.” Devlin smiled at her.
“Oh, why didn’t you take me with you before?” She asked him with a pout. “We’ve been married for two years and there’s so much I missed out on.”
“All this is indeed beautiful.” He nodded his head sagely. “But also very dangerous. Anything can happen in the blink of an eye… certainly no place for a woman.”
“But have no worry, Percy… we won’t let anything happen to your lovely young wife.” The third occupant of the vehicle said with a loud laugh.
“You won’t be going home if you do, Eggsy.” Her husband laughed back at the stocky man.
Marlene didn’t like the man. He was rather heavyset and stank of cigar smoke. She also didn’t appreciate the way his beady eyes roamed all over her body. She gave him a curt smile and grasped her husband’s arm tightly.
“Ah, we have arrived at the campsite.” Devlin announced as the vehicle came to a stop.
The campsite was four large tents set up against a backdrop of dense trees with a perimeter fencing all around. It appeared just as she imagined a hunter’s camp would be. There were a few other men there, waiting for them. All of them locals, tall dark complexioned men who seemed to be intrigued to see her there.
The other hunters, apart from the odious Eggsy, were all of her husband’s age and possible status. They had to be rich to afford this lavish sport. The camp workers had lunch waiting for them and Marlene was excited to partake in what exotic flavors they offered.
Devlin spoke to the locals in a language she didn’t understand, but she could get the gist of it. The men stood before her and bowed, making her feel quite ill at ease. Her husband must have told them who she was and they were ready to serve the boss’s wife the same way they served him.
“That’s quite alright, my good men.” She managed to stammer with a few nods. “Thank you.”
“This is the first time they are seeing a woman on the hunting party.” One of the other hunters with them told her. He was short and slender and had his grey streaked hair tied back in a pony tail. Marlene didn’t like the way he kept licking his thin dry lips when he spoke. In fact, she couldn’t care for any of the other men with her husband. They were all alike, just as he was. She was sure they all had unsatisfied wives back at home.
“Let’s hope I am not the last as well.” She said loud for all to hear. “I’m sure all of your wives would love this quaint holiday once in a while.”
“Not mine.” The tallest man in the party said with a snort. “She loathes being anywhere but the city.”
She gave him a smile and settled down with the others for lunch. The spit-roasted venison was nothing like she had ever tasted before. And the crisp barbecued fish was simply divine. The good food, the breathtaking environment and something in the air around her filled her with a sense of longing. Marlene had this intense need to be taken and she gave her husband a look to set his pants on fire. But as usual he seemed to miss the obvious and continued on making plans with his hunting party members.
But she would not be denied. She stood up and walked toward him. Her hand gently rested on his shoulder and she leaned in close to him. “I think I’ll retire in our tent for the afternoon.” She said to him. “Perhaps you should get some rest as well before going on the hunt.” She squeezed him hard on the shoulder and quickly ducked into the tent that had their name embroidered on the front flap.
Inside the tent, she noted with satisfaction, was a great bed and two large chairs. She quickly undressed and slid into bed. If Devlin didn’t get the meaning of her words just then, she might as well have any man who walked into the tent right then.
But it was Devlin who pushed the flap aside and stepped in. He eyed her curiously as she lay under the covers and he sat down on one of the chairs. “Not a bad idea.” He said. “A good little siesta before we embark on the hunt later this afternoon.”
“I hoped we could do more than just sleep.” She said with more sultriness in her tone than she could remember ever using.
“Had you now?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Quite so.” She replied and sat up, letting the covers drop to expose her bare breasts with taut nipples to him.
“Ah, it is being surrounded by all this Nature that brings out the beast in us, does it not?” He had a grin on his narrow face and his eyes seemed to hold that gleam she had seen the first few nights of their wedded life.
“So are we going to talk about it or do something?” She purred and cupped her naked breasts in her hands.
“Do something, definitely.” He stood up and undid his clothes quickly, then slipped under the covers beside her.
The touch of his body against her naked skin sent shivers through her. The last time they were naked together was almost a month ago. She didn’t waste anytime and hungril
y kissed him on the lips. He returned her kiss in a slow deliberate manner, sending several jolts through her all the way down to that dampening juncture between her thighs. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands grope at her sensitive body. The fact that there were several men just a few feet outside while she lay there naked excited her like never done before.
She grabbed his hand and pushed it down between her legs. His touch sent a spark through her, making her gasp out loud. He kissed her neck, nibbled at her ear and then pecked his way down to her cleavage. She leaned back, arching to push her breasts up at his face. His fingers probed her slippery slit even as he took one of her aching nipples into his mouth. She grasped as his scalp as he sucked hard on the sensitive skin. His flicking tongue and clamping lips drove her wild. It was after so long that she had quite forgotten of such pleasure and felt as if she was a virgin being taken for the first time. Her excitement made her bold and she moaned out loud, not caring if anyone could hear her. She was with her husband and everyone else could go to hell for all she cared.
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