Lusty Historical Erotica Stories

by Tabitha Jonestown

  Once she was in place, she felt hands on her body, sliding up and down her thin torso, before Dustin grasped her breasts and protruded them out, for another devilishly delightful wandering tongue.

  At first, she felt a wetness encircling her nipple, but soon after a mouth latched onto the chosen breast and suckled on it with tantalizing vigor.

  Shelly found herself moaning and gasping, but the lips that continued to plunder her mouth would not allow her to pick her head up in order see anything that was going on around her. So, she writhed with sensual intoxication as she put a greater focus on the sensations the men were giving her.

  After the mouth on her bosom had traveled over to her other breast and caused both nipples to stand erect, she felt the kisses move down her navel and toy with the cleft between her thighs.

  This caused her to feel even more heated as breaths became entirely elusive. Shelly heaved and groaned as she felt large fingers carefully instigate her needy place until she felt her carnal lips be spread in time for a silky touch to probe her.

  Surprised, she screamed as she felt the tongue as it swirled around inside of her in all its magnificent beauty.

  With every move the made, she felt the hands on her breasts continued to massage her.

  She felt the passion intensifying by the second. Shelly’s head was reeling from every brilliant moment of the experience she was having. She realized at that moment, as her body elevated itself into a glamour that was nothing short of magnificent, that if she ended up dying as a result of this encounter, it might be worth it.

  Suddenly though, the tongue inside of her pulled back, along with the lips that were caressing her mouth and the hands that were thrilling her bosom and she was left for a moment in a strange sort of limbo. Her body wanted more however and when she was released, she turned around, seeing Dustin and Bronx and demanding a reason for their abrupt departure with her eyes.

  Troy was the one who spoke however as he pulled her face back to meet his. “We can’t let you have all the fun.” With that, Troy willed her up and turned her around to face Dustin and Bronx. She watched for a moment as the two men reveled in her beauty.

  Troy strapped his arm across her chest and grasped the aching moist heart of her with his hand, causing her to gasp. “Oh yes…You are so ready for us…”

  Even though her voice was unbridled, when she felt Troy caress her, she became paralyzed with euphoria, to the point where she could not even yell out, even though her entire body felt alive. All that passed through her lips was a sudden gasp, which was followed closely by Troy groaning with want and need.

  Hastily, he thrust Shelly down, directing her head into Dustin’s lap where his engorged manhood stood, erect and waiting.

  Crumpling to her knees in front of him, she took his pulsating member into her hands and carefully curved her mouth around it with gentle urging. She started out slow, caressing her lips around the tip and suckling the shaft just as Troy had done to her breasts. When she gained confidence and inserted him deeper inside of her mouth, she heard Dustin groan with encouragement. With her rear-end flung high in the air, Shelly was surprised at how erotic this motion was for her, as we well as the obvious pleasure she was bringing to the man.

  Soon enough, she felt Troy fondle her breasts, which were dangling in mid-air, while he ground up against Shelly’s behind. She groaned as she continued to reverberate the motion of riding up and down against Dustin. The long, thick smoothness of the man felt comforting against her and with every stroke, she felt a little bit more enlightened. She tweaked her method here and there, but eventually, she was able to make him shudder with pleasure every time she completed a rhythm.

  While the other men took their pleasure in her, Bronx played with her hair and rub her back, with one hand, while his other hand slid between her legs and massage her clitoris with a talented hand.

  Becoming immediately saturated with wetness, Shelly tried to bed herself the best she could into his hand, until he finally answered her needs and slid his fingers inside of her. When the careful penetration finally came, she gasped loudly and hastened her movements with her mouth.

  She writhed and shuddered at the plethora of sensations that were flowing through her. The pleasure that the men were providing her was almost too great. By now, the movements of the men could only be described as delightfully happy torture. The men seemed to know how to give her almost exactly what she wanted, so that Shelly was stuck in a limbo that teetered on the edge of absolute euphoria.

  This instantly got a rise out of Dustin. “Oh yes…Faster…” After a minor adjustment, she was able to answer his command.

  Troy also continued faster, winding his hands playfully around her bosom, tugging and flicking her nipples in the right manner, in order to keep them satisfied and alert. While she moved her body up and down against Dustin, she also thrust her pelvis, which was aching for more, towards Troy. She wanted so much for him to explore her body and she had no longer had any qualms about letting him know.

  Bronx was doing a glorious job, but after feeling the size and girth of Troy’s fiery brand, her body instinctively knew that he would be satisfying.

  Shelly realized quickly that in the throes of passion, all social courtesy was forgotten. She rubbed herself up against him with vigor, until finally; she felt Dustin’s glorious waves of splendor rocket into her mouth and shoot down her throat, giving her little choice but to swallow.

  She heard him moan and collapse against the couch as though with overcome with exhaustion, before she was pulled away, again by Troy. He grasped her breasts and willed Shelly to stand, so that Bronx could take Dustin’s place on the couch.

  After an extra a moment of bliss, Shelly looked down at Bronx and took in his tempting manliness. Bronx was a big shouldered man with rippling muscles that roped his entire body together. His chest was hard and inviting, while his waist shifted into a perfect triangle procession, which was lined with corrugated abs and ended with a member that made Shelly tremble with delight.

  Bronx spread his legs and took her in between them, while Troy guided her with a gentle embrace and Dustin ran his hands up and down her back from the side, before continuing where Troy left off caressing her breasts.

  Shelly squatted down carefully, while she felt Bronx thrust himself against her. Their essence melded perfectly and after a moment, as though his throbbing member couldn’t take it anymore, he inserted himself inside of her, causing Shelly to scream out loud with surprise. After the shock wore off and the feelings started to culminate, Shelly moaned and arched her back as Bronx eased himself in and out of her. She placed her hands on his shoulders to get better leverage, while his hands curved around her hips, helping to guide her. Shelly was impressed with how easily the two of them melded and for a long moment, she enjoyed the feel of him inside of her, filling her completely.

  After a moment though, she felt Bronx stop, so that Troy could bend her over slightly and ease his own arrow of love right between the cheeks of her buttocks.

  “Oh God!” She exclaimed, but after a split moment of discomfort, the potential exaltation of what the two of them were doing to her revealed itself to her.

  She giggled, focusing on how all three of them felt surrounding her. Now, with Bronx in the front, Troy in the back and Dustin continuing to ensure every inch of her body was covered in warmth and caresses, Shelly really didn’t want the intimacy to end.

  While Dustin stayed steady in his movements, Troy and Bronx stood up, sandwiching her between them and started to slowly work in and out of her at different times. When one thrust coming in, the other was pulling out, giving her an indescribable, fluid example of their enthusiasm to please her.

  “Oh God!” She yelled, now completely able to control herself as the two of them cautiously quickened their pace. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed without shame as the climatic gush of pure euphoria built up inside of her, ready to explode.

  Yet, not wanting the feeling to end, she willed her
self to hold out from the epic moment of enlightenment. At once, she heard Bronx groan at the same moment she felt his ferocious seed spill into her, filling all of her with a completeness that she had never known before. Moments later, she felt one last, hard, quick thrust into her from behind before Troy’s love juices also shot into her, causing her to scream.

  After the two of them had finished, it only took a few fiery lunges to catapult Shelly into sexual oblivion. With a scream and a blinding force of tremendous passion, Shelly came, wildly and ambitiously. Her breath completely taken from her now, Shelly’s heart was beating so quickly she was sure that it was going to fling itself right out of her chest, but that didn’t matter to her now.

  In that moment, nothing mattered, except for the waterfall of emotions that were overtaking her. Shelly felt everything and nothing at the same time. Her needs were both infinite and enormously satisfied. During that volatile moment of absolute vulnerability, Shelly felt uniquely perfect, as though she had found the purpose of which she could base her entire life.

  After the moment passed however, the wondrous sensations did not cease right way. Instead, she felt herself convulse around the men as a tickle deep within her womanliness caused her to giggle.

  When the two men carefully pulled out, Dustin also pulled his hands back, so that the they all could rest and recover. Each of them piled onto the couch, exhausted.

  “I can’t do this anymore.” Shelly explained after the four of them had some time to calm down and regain some strength. Shelly now lay, strewn amidst the men who had shown her a completely new aspect of life, feeling a sense of jubilation that she hoped would never end.

  “What do you mean?” Troy asked, seeming somewhat alarmed. “With us?”

  Shelly looked surprised. “Oh…God no. Not with you. I never want to stop being with you.” She simpered and gave a small laugh, surprised at her candor, even now after everything they had done together.

  “Then what?” His eyes narrowed carefully as he tried to focus on what she was trying to tell them.

  “My life!” She explained, looking to each of the men. “All I have ever tried to do was make my parents proud, run the ranch and keep their memory alive, but in all that time, I was never really living.” She paused as the realization truly struck her. After contemplating what she truly wanted, she gained the courage to explain to them what she was thinking. “What would you say if I told you three that I would like to join you. I would liquidate the ranch and go on the run…” She beamed with the thought of having true adventures, in addition to having similar sexual experiences as the one she had with the men tonight, whenever she wanted. “What if I told you that I wanted to become an outlaw?”

  Knowing that it was Troy who made all of the decisions, her eyes rested on him, peering deeply into his gaze and trying to urge him in her preferred direction.

  It seemed to take an eternity for him to answer, but when he spoke, his eyes sparkled and even before he said a word, she grew giddy at his answer. “Well, I guess I would have to ask you what took you so long to make that decision.”

  “Really?” She exclaimed as her eyes gleamed with excitement.

  Troy made a submissive gesture in a teasing manner and gave a simple answer. “Well, it’s your funeral.”

  Ironically enough, after all of her fears over death, it took finally having the courage to put it out of its misery, after all those terrible years, was exactly what she needed to start her life anew.

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  Story Seventeen

  Toy Maker watched from across the way as Princess Star entered the Tailor’s shop. Most of the village went on about their business. Daylight was a time for work. The village sat deep in a lush valley below high cliffs and the palace clung to the side of the mountain over looking the rolling fields and the rooftops of the village shops and houses. It was a beautiful sight from every angle with fresh, cold water pouring down from the melting snow pack high in the jagged rocks feeding crystal clear lakes and pure streams that quenched the livestock and the villagers alike. It was beautiful, but the high cliffs that protected them and the deep valley that provided their homes resulted in a short span of daylight. The sun broke late in the morning over the eastern cliffs as the day’s labor was already well underway and the sun vanished behind the western cliffs early before the work was done. When the people of the village talked of making hay while the sun shined it was a statement of urgency for them. Still, while others hurried to make the most of the midday light, Toy Maker stared at the princess and Tailor through the wavy glass of his shop window.

  “Do you think he will win the competition then?” the Clock Maker asked as he stepped out of his shop next door to Toy Maker. He left his door open as he stood so that Toy Maker heard the endless drone and cacophony of ticking clocks and clicking gears. Toy Maker just hoped that Clock closed his door before the hour struck and all the birds and wooden figures with tiny hammers ringing bells gave Toy a splitting headache. Hearing it all through his walls every fifteen minutes was torture enough.

  “I expressed nothing of the sort,” Toy Maker said.

  Clock Maker shrugged. “I only say so because we see Princess Star enter his store often. I think more so since Prince Harcourt declared the competition open.”

  “I suspect she goes in for other services besides measurements and stitchings,” Toy Maker said. “Nothing to do with the competition at all.”

  “Still,” Clock Maker said, “if she enjoys his other attentions, perhaps that will lead her to favor whatever gift he presents her in the contest. Perhaps his tactics has this competition all sewn up for Tailor.”

  Toy Maker stared through the glass as he saw Princess Star lift her arms and Tailor pulled her dress up over her head. Her golden hair cascaded back down around her shoulders after she was stripped. The glass distorted her image, but as her body turned, Toy Maker was able to make out the shape of her bare back and her large breasts. He could see her nipples were pink. He wondered how so much of the village could be bustling about with their heads down and not noticing any of this right in the shop window.

  “It is cheating,” Toy Maker said.

  Clock turned to look at Toy and said, “Cheating on the prince, you mean?”

  “No, cheating in the competition. She is supposed to select the best gift and the winner has his gift presented publicly after it is chosen. She should not pick whatever corset or garters that Tailor throws together just because he services her in other ways during each visit. There is great reward on the line for the winner. This is not fair.”

  Clock said, “You should go tell Prince Harcourt of Tailor’s cheating with the princess and in the competition. That might make it fair for all of us again.”

  Toy Maker cut his eyes at Clock and said, “You would like that, wouldn’t you? The prince would have my head removed for bringing him the news.”

  Clock shrugged. “The competition would be fair again and one competitor lighter to boot.”

  “You will not be rid of me so easily,” Toy said.

  When he looked back at the Tailor’s window, he saw Tailor down on his knees in front of Princess Star. At first glance, he could have been measuring her inseam, if one could imagine the princess wearing pants. But his head was buried between her legs right at the level of the windowsill. She had her fingers clawed into his hair. As she heaved for breath her breasts bounced. She turned and Toy got a view of the smooth curve of her bare ass cheeks.

  He shook his head.

  Clock said, “What manner of gift do you intend to give the princess exactly, Toy? Are you going to give her a spinning top or some glass marbles? Perhaps you’l
l give her a carved duck on wheels pulled by a string and she will choose that as her favorite over the corsets or a nice grandfather clock? What do you think, Toy?”

  “I think you need to close your trap before I close it for you.”

  Clock laughed. “I think you are sour about the chances a Toy Maker has in a gift contest for the affections of the princess. That is what I think.”

  “Your gears are rusty, if you think I’m going to roll over and let you win, Clock,” Toy said.

  The princess turned around and bent over. She appeared to be holding onto her own knees for balance. The new position allowed her breasts to hang down and swing in a delicious way. Her back was arched and her ass flared out in all its bare, royal glory. Tailor spread her cheeks as his tongue serviced her from behind. Toy Maker wondered if he was focusing on her swollen, royal button or if his attentions spread wider. Toy thought from the angle he might be serving her ass as well. If a princess wanted such a thing, she would likely get it. Tailor stood up behind her and aligned his long, hard shaft behind her. Toy watched through the wavy glass as Tailor held onto her hips and slid inside her. She rocked back along his length and he drove inside her like she was some common wench taking her buggering.