In this excited state she could not resist his appeal to allow him to fuck her. When his hand was laid on her cunt, he elevated it with a significance that her arch smile made still more tempting. Kissing her ardently, he at once placed her on the couch in the same position he had found her and placed himself between her extended thighs.
His enormous prick speedily entered her and he commenced to move backwards and forwards until, with spasmodic action, they both yielded up love's exquisite stream. He then got off but would not allow her to rise, sitting by her side and toying with her beautiful limbs. After some little time he pulled a bell within reach. She heard approaching footsteps, begging him at the same time to allow her to cover her nakedness.
This he refused to allow and, when his page - the girl's original suitor - entered, he showed him where his priapus had just entered and their united spendings still oozing from it.
'I must make you amends for having deprived you of your sweetheart, even if it was only for a time. I have been enjoying her, but I cannot even now spare her from my sight,' and he, 'So if you fuck her, it must be while I watch you. I am sure she will allow me that pleasure.'
Being by this time too wanton to object, she agreed. In order to carry out their scheme more thoroughly, they took her to a place more calculated for practising lechery. The gentleman was Sir Clifford Norton, and the page was called William. It was by Sir Clifford's order that William had gone out in search of a pretty girl that they might make the victim of their joint lust.
Thus Miss Annie found herself in the bedroom of the baronet. The first thing they did was to undress her to her corset, and the next to strip off all their own clothing. Annie was asked to sit at the foot of the bed, when they tucked up her chemise and fastened it up in order that her lovely cunt and thighs might be fully exhibited.
William lay on his back on the bed, and his stiff cock was grasped by Sir Clifford, who manipulated it in order that Annie might receive it in her body while in a state of glorious development. They had taken up the birch, as the lustful maid was by now fully conscious that flagellation creates an intense sensual excitement and is the best inducement to love's paroxysm - as she had experienced by herself, when flogged by the baronet.
Now Annie was castigating the baronet's posteriors with the magnificent birch as he leant over the bed, frigging his page. After this had continued fiercely for some time, the lewd girl threw herself on her back on the bed and they both gloated on her glowing charms, their stiff pricks throbbing and rising at each pulsation of the blood swelling through their veins.
William then grasped her bubbies, squeezing the erect nipples until she moaned with delight. Sir Clifford rubbed her clitoris now crimson, hard and bursting. The page then mounted above the panting and moaning girl and, as she pressed him tightly in her arms, the baronet guided William's throbbing prick into her gaping vulva. When the pego was fairly in, the ruttish wench closed her thighs over him and for a while gave herself wholly up to her lascivious feelings.
Annie was exciting her imagination by looking at Sir Clifford's priapus, whose immense shaft was dreadfully erect, with the glowing red head uncovered and all the threads of the frenum well stretched. The baronet in turn watched with the keenest interest the page's rammer as it now disappeared within fair Annie's labouring body, and now reappeared in all its glory as he withdrew it from its narrow cavity, only to send it again with still greater vigour and delight into the utmost recesses of her streaming vagina.
The whim then seized the luxurious maid that she should like to have them both at once upon her and, like a queen of love whose word was law, she bade Sir Clifford to mount behind the page, that they might both have her at once. The baronet instantly obeyed her, but whether his penis would not reach so far as her cunt, or whether he found a greater attraction elsewhere, it is certain that his giant tool found a resting place before it reached her greedy cunt.
Annie could see quite well what was taking place between the nobleman and his page. William's eyes were nearly starting from his head, with a flush of heated lust upon each feature, while Sir Clifford looked as though his lascivious gratification was literally burning him up. The scene continued till the voluptuous girl felt a flood of hot sperm bursting into her, and found her own passions so affected by it that she also gave way to her feelings, which utterly overcame her.
They then arose and sat down by the fire. After some lascivious toying, they took off the chemise and corsets which Annie had retained until now, and the libidinous baronet, whose prick was again intensely stiff, took her upon his lap, impaling her upon his upright shaft. While he fucked her, the pretty girl frigged the cock of the page and amorously played with his balls, tickling the rosy foreskin and squeezing the hard testicles nestling in his corrugated scrotum.
William was excited to the utmost, and how eloquent of pleasant emotion were the eyes of Annie as she received the full discharge of the baronet's spunk into her glorious cunt, while the creamy jet from the page spouted forth over her caressing fingers.
Once more they prepared to roger the girl, this time on the bed again.
William lay on his back, Annie above him, while Sir Clifford stood by the side of the bed, frigging himself and watching them in the ecstasy of coition. Then, in his excitement, the page seized the baronet's penis and frigged him while still fucking Annie with a vigour that seemed to increase as her delightful quim grew hotter and randier.
With a bewitching voice, the lecherous maid gave expression to her wantonness, repeating after them the most bawdy terms conceivable. All this so maddened Sir Clifford that his body was pervaded with fuck. He then brought out a rod and lashed the heaving buttocks of the lascivious girl who, in the abundance of her pleasure, urged them on the most immodest terms.
As she goaded them into a fury that could only be quenched by their smothering her with spunk, the page soon made his spendings fly into her belly and directed the full stream of the baronet's profuse discharge over her flagellated backside.
Still their desires for the voluptuous girl were not quenched, although their weapons were for the time incapable of standing.
Annie exerted all her fascination to arouse them, kissing their bodies and private parts, sucking their luscious knobs, licking the threads of the frenum well stretched, toying with their foreskins and hairy balls, and giving up every portion of her body to them, making them kiss and suck her breasts, titillate her rosy nipples, lick her still nervously throbbing cunt and finger her corrugated brown arsehole.
Lying on her back, Annie showed them all the graceful curves her undulating form and beauteous limbs could offer, while they enacted with her all the voluptuous dalliance that so exquisite a figure could incite them to. Presently she leapt up and cried: 'If you cannot fuck my fanny again, if a naked woman will not excite you sufficiently, show me what you can do together. Come, sir,' said the salacious maid, addressing the baronet, 'place yourself like a woman, and see what your page can do for you, and if he cannot do more for you than for me, I will flog him till he cannot stand.' Sir Clifford now extended himself on his belly, opened his thighs and buttocks, and made William mount up behind.
Annie now guided the page's penis into his master's anus, holding the lower part of it, while she administered such a birching to both cheeks of his bottom, as soon caused the shaft to stand as stiff as ever. She watched the pego now gradually make its way, within the narrow aperture between the cheeks of the baronet's bottom, until it was buried to the root.
They then went through that sport for which Sir Clifford had so keen a relish, affording to Annie the most intense delight. As the nobleman tossed and writhed on the bed, the wicked girl secured his enormous prick and, squeezing it as hard as she forcibly could, she chafed the glowing instrument from root to point, with almost demonic energy.
The baronet spent with a scream of mingled pain and pleasure and, at the same moment, received the spunk of his page in the innermost recesses of his arse. Meanwhile the g
irl, mad with voluptuousness, grasped the palpitating lips of her fanny and fiercely rubbed her pulsating clitoris, and indulged in the most intoxicating lasciviousness.
After this bout, Sir Clifford dismissed Annie with a handsome present and arranged a future meeting, which the delighted girl promised to attend.
A Night in a Moorish Harem
Cast adrift from his ship by accident one night, an English sea captain finds himself stranded on a hostile shore. But Lord George Herbert is blessed in many aspects, not the least of which is luck. By happy chance, he makes land beneath the window of a Moorish seraglio, inhabited by nine hospitable - and frustrated - beauties. They are delighted to offer a lusty naval officer accommodation for the night and in return he vows to satisfy every one of them before dawn.
This unlikely but charming scenario provides the framework for an inventive series of erotic stories, as each member of the harem entertains Lord George and then recounts a titillating episode from her past. And Lord George, as will be seen, not only rises to the occasion but is not to be outdone in the business of telling tales...
I begged the two young girls by my side favour us with a story. It was a Portuguese girl named Virginia who began. She was a pretty little creature not more than seventeen, and very small for that age. Her slight limbs were beautifully rounded and tapered to the cunningest little hands and feet. Her pretty bosoms, though small, were perfect hemispheres.
Her hair was very dark and braided into strands which were carefully coiled up under a round comb. Her complexion was dark but her large fiery eyes indicated some northern blood. She and her little companion sat on either side of me, each encircled by one of my arms, while the story was in progress.
The Portuguese lady's story
My father was an English wine-merchant in Lisbon and my mother was a Portuguese lady. I was the only child, but there was a little boy named Diego, two years older than myself, who came to reside with us when I was sixteen. I subsequently found that he was the fruit of my father's amours before his marriage, but as Diego's mother was dead, my mother naturally let him have a home with us.
Diego and I were the best of friends; among other amusements a favourite play with us was getting married. Diego knew enough to play this when no one was by, and always finished by getting on me. His organ could hardly get stiff enough to penetrate me, but he must have gradually obliterated all trace of a maidenhead, for I can never remember of ever having one. There was no consummation in our connections, neither of us were ripe enough for that, but there was a charm about it which made us keep it up at intervals for a year or two.
One evening Diego proposed, and I agreed, that we should postpone being together after our little ceremony of marriage until we went to bed. This occurred the day after I had first noticed the appearance of some marks of my first monthly period on my shirt. Our rooms were joining and after I had got nearly asleep that night, for I had forgotten all about it, Diego came in. He crept into bed and getting on top of me inserted his organ as usual.
Being both undressed it seemed much nicer than ever before, and we both explored each other's naked forms with our hands, my bosoms for the first time attracting Diego's attention; they were quite little, but it gave me as much pleasure to have them fondled and kissed as it seemed to give him to do it, for the Portuguese blood matures young. Our lips now met with more fervour than ever before, and I began to have a feeling in my sheath.
Diego's little shaft being in so still did not satisfy, and I gave a push upwards with my loins. He returned it with a thrust which felt pleasant. He kept thrusting incessantly for many minutes, and all the time I felt more delightful, yet I longed for the thrust to become more deep and rapid.
'Isn't it splendid,' I whispered, 'do it harder.'
'It's perfectly splendid,' he answered in a voice rendered almost inarticulate by rapture. For two or three minutes we kept up the rapid motion when I felt Diego's shaft growing stiffer than ever before.
The delight he afforded me was so exquisite that I culminated in a long, sweet refreshing thrill. Diego must have melted at the same moment and paid the first tribute of his scanty drops. We both fairly whined with excitement and delight of our unexpected success.
The noise brought my mother to the room. She caught us lying exhausted in each other's arms. She took off her slipper and scourged Diego back into his room. Then she turned down the bedclothes and spanked my bottom thoroughly, and, having locked the door between my room and his, left me to my tumultuous reflections.
The next morning Diego was sent to Brazil. My parents at once began to look around for a suitable match for me, fearing, doubtless, that I might seek another opportunity to gratify my precocious passions. They fixed upon a young nobleman who was attracted by my father's wealth and promised him my hand. He had been dissipated, but so were all the young men of family in Lisbon. He was quite good-looking, and, though I had seen him but a few times, I looked forward to the marriage night with pleasure, for I longed for such another delightful experience as I had with Diego.
At length the bridal evening came. The ceremony was completed in the presence of many guests and was followed by dancing and the popping of champagne corks to a late hour. When the bridesmaids put me to bed I did not have to wait long for my husband. He came in somewhat under the influence of wine, hurriedly took off his clothes and hardly waited to kiss and embrace me before he exercised his marital rites. I was penetrated by a little object not as big as Diego's.
Before I recovered from my surprise and disappointment he had completed his purpose and sank down beside me to sleep. I shed bitter tears of chagrin. Several times every night for two or three weeks the same strange connection took place, differing only in that he was not immediately overcome with wine and sleep.
Only once during that time did my constantly aroused and disappointed passions succeed in culminating quick enough for me to melt, and that only partially. I dared not question him, for that would betray the experience I had. One night I purposely left the lamp burning and waited for him to get in a sound sleep. Then I turned the bedclothes down and examined his organ. It was a mere scarred remnant which had evidently been eaten away by disease. It was only capable by weakness of any excitement. No wonder it was constantly subjected to the torture of his disappointed desire!
After this I shunned him as much as possible, finding no solace in his company and constantly tormented with desire. 'Oh, for an entire man,' I sighed! He took himself nearly every night to the gaming table.
Early one evening he went off as usual. I retired to my bedroom, looking out through the window blind. Our house, like most others in Lisbon, was built in a quadrangle, the rear of which was the stable. If I sat on one side of the window I could only see one side of the stable wall, and I could only be seen from it. There was only one window in it, which served for Pedro the coachman, and he was rarely in his room.
It was the fashion at that time in Lisbon to have large fine-looking Negroes for coachmen, who were admitted to many privileges, for there is no prejudice against colour in Portugal. Pedro was the most gigantic coachman in the city; indeed he was the largest well-proportioned man I had ever seen in my life.
As I looked out through the blind I indistinctly saw him gazing towards my window. I at once determined to have some sport. Standing before the glass beside the window I lighted the lamp as if unconscious of observation - indeed I could not have been seen from any other quarter except Pedro's window, and that was small and higher than mine.
I threw open the blind as if for air and began slowly to undress. Then I stood in my chemise and petticoat lazily brushing my hair before the glass, which displayed my naked arms and bosoms to good advantage. Then I sat down to take off my shoes and lifted my foot to my knee for convenience in untying. My hidden observer must have seen under my petticoat up to my loins, and perhaps indeed an inch inside of them, for my legs were stretched very wide apart.
I grew wanton with the thought of the
influence I made by this time on his passions. If his desires were not thoroughly aroused it was no fault of mine. I stood before the glass again and let my petticoat and chemise fall to the floor, but delayed putting on my nightgown. I yawned and fondled my breasts with my hands as a woman does, giving as I did so an undulating motion to my loins. Soon I heard a soft and heavy tread coming from the coachroom stairs towards my door. I might have locked it but I did not. Was this not just what I had been praying for?
The door opened and Pedro entered. I held up my nightgown before my naked form. 'If I am too bold,' he said, in great agitation, 'bid me go and I will cast myself in the Tagus.' He need not have been half so tragic.
'Pedro,' said I, 'have you no more politeness than to keep your clothes on when a lady's undressed?'
His anxious countenance relaxed at once into a reassured smile. He gallantly kissed my hand - my lips he did not presume to kiss at all - and then undressed himself without stopping till his Herculean form stood entirely naked before me in all its gigantic but complete proportions. His immense shaft was proudly erect and huge even for such a giant. Pendant from it hung stones which seemed to my somewhat startled eyes as large as a coconut. He lifted me without an effort till my bosoms were opposite his mouth, into which he almost entirely sucked one of them. My legs wound themselves around his waist and I found myself sitting on the crest of his great stiff shaft, which was so directly underneath the lips of my sheath that it slowly entered them.
At last I was penetrated by an organ which I could hardly accommodate; the effort to do so, however, was attended with the extremest pleasure. I relaxed my legs and suffered myself to settle down with all my weight upon it till I thought his whole shaft must have entered. Then I looked in the mirror before which we were standing. At least half his great shaft was plainly visible below my buttocks. He appeared like a great statue of ebony bearing at his bosom one of ivory. I worked my loins, and I could see plainly by the mirror that his shaft was now further entered by the motion, but I had so much of it in me that I was progressing rapidly to a blissful consummation.
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