Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “This is our room.” Sondra told her in a relieved tone of voice. “Oh, I was so afraid when you fainted. But Lord Harrow said that it was part of the ritual to save your soul.”

  “Lord Harrow…?” Megan tried to remember where she had heard that before.

  “Yes, silly.” Her cousin laughed. “He saved me from damnation, and he will save you too.”

  Then it all came back to her and she shuddered at the memory of what she had witnessed. She didn’t know now how long ago that was and for what amount of time she had been asleep. It seemed like it was only the one night.

  “What’s going to happen now?” She looked around the little room in wonder.

  “We’re going to save your soul, Megan.” Sondra nodded eagerly. “Come on down for some breakfast and then, right at the stroke of midday, Lord Harrow will perform the ritual for you.”

  “But I… I don’t…”

  “What is it, you silly thing?” Her cousin pursed her full red lips. “Don’t you want to be saved? Don’t you want our town to be made better again?”

  “But he… that man… he forced himself on you.”

  “He did no such thing, you timid fool.” Sondra laughed out loud. “He only did what I so wanted him to do. You have to experience it, dear cousin. It’s the most heavenly thing… and it’s also saving our souls.”

  “You really believe that?”

  “Well… I’m not sure about the soul saving part.” The brunette smiled at her knowingly. “But oh, the ritual is so gratifying… lord Harrow is a man who can bring out all the woman you can ever be. Come on, silly, hurry up… it’s almost ten. We have to breakfast and then get you ready for the ritual.”

  Megan sat up; her mind filled with images of what she witnessed the night before. She recalled how Sondra had enjoyed the older man’s ministrations on her nubile young body. Thoughts of that large erect organ plunging into his cousin’s soft body sent chills through her all over again. She suddenly felt a craving for that. She wanted to know how that would feel. The sensations she had felt in her naughty place when she witnessed the debauchery in the name of salvation her cousin enjoyed coursed through her again now as her memory of it all ran though her mind. She felt an intense desire to be with that man. Megan couldn’t understand why she felt it. Her mind couldn’t process it, but her body on the other hand gave off signals that were unmistakable, no matter how obscene and vulgar it came across to her mind.

  She smiled at her cousin and got off the bed. The little robe was all they were allowed to wear there and strangely she didn’t mind that at all anymore. Sondra smiled back and led her by the hand downstairs. She too was wearing the little robe, and her full figured body looked much better than Megan’s did in the tight, translucent thing.

  Breakfast was a quick affair of bread and cheese, boil eggs, slices of ham and hot milk. Then Megan found herself being led downstairs, back to the room with the red velvet covered platform. Sondra walked beside her and the three acolytes from the night before followed her. When they walked into the room about a few minutes before noon, Lord Harrow was waiting for them in his customary robe with his torso and genitals exposed. Beside him stood another man, robed in the full dark colors of an acolyte and Megan recognized him as the man who addressed them in the town. The one who sold them the whole salvation deal - Brother Norton. He had an ugly leer on his face, but in the presence of Harrow, he paled into the drab tapestry hanging all around the candle lit room.

  “Welcome back to the Salvation Platform, my dear.” Harrow was talking to her. “The hour of your deliverance is at hand. Come, dear Megan. Come and lay down on the platform.

  She gave him a weak smile and stepped up to the platform, she stared down at the soft red velvet spread. It looked very lavish, a stark comparison from the drab and bleak feel of the rest of the room. She noted a few jars of the strange dark oils on a table beside the platform and felt a new tightness in her belly. Suddenly she felt a compelling urge to lie on the platform and have Harrow’s hands roaming all over her. She looked at him and felt the heat rising between her ears. He was definitely the most handsome man she had ever seen.

  “So sweet Megan, do you think you are ready to be saved?” He looked deep into her eyes and rubbed his hands together.

  “I… I am, lord Har… Harrow.” She said, looking right back at him. “Are you going to begin now?”

  “Why, yes.” He grinned. “The hour of your deliverance is nigh. I, Aldridge Harrow, am going to save you and your town full of decadent fools.”

  “Ohhh!” She gasped breathlessly. “I… I don’t think…”

  “That’s right, dear cousin.” She heard Sondra say from behind her. “Don’t think… just get down there and be saved.”

  “Sondra speaks true.” Harrow nodded at her. “Now, remove your robe and prepare yourself for a heavenly experience.”

  “I… I need to be naked?” Megan’s eyes went wide and she felt that pleasant warmth rising between her thighs again.

  “Indeed you do.” Harrow smiled patiently. “As you have witnessed your lovely cousin’s salvation last evening.”

  “Oh, I… if I must.” She blushed deeply and lowered her eyes as she slipped the robe off her shoulders and quickly slid down onto the red velvet cushioning. She placed a hand over her breasts and the other over her pelvis and kept her eyes firmly shut.

  “Ah, we are ready to begin.” She heard Harrow say and felt his hands smearing the strangely scented oil on her shoulders and upper arms.

  Megan felt a rush of sensations at his touch and a strange shiver ran down her spine. She opened her eyes for a quick peek to see Harrow giving her a knowing smile and gently pulling her hands away to expose her nakedness for all there to witness. She felt a sudden rush of fear as his hands closed in over her small yet aching breasts. He smeared her upper body with the cool and soothing oils and a fiery need to be touched filled her senses.

  Harrow’s hands gently caressed her shoulders and he began rubbing her neck slowly. She sighed. It felt rather good. His hands were strong and yet gentle, lessening the anxiety she had building up in her ever since she had gotten into the carriage back in Gladstone town.

  “How do you feel now, Megan?” Harrow asked her in a voice most soothing and sensual.

  “Ohhh, I feel so good.” She purred in a dreamlike state.

  “Indeed, now close your eyes and loosen up, I will take good care of you.” Harrow replied seductively and his hands moved over her breasts and quivering belly, smearing more of the wonderful oil all over her.

  She felt his strong fingers massage into her weary limbs. The night long ride to the estate in a rickety old damp carriage was quite exhausting and she had also stressed needlessly the night before watching her cousin’s salvation. Her body craved this indulgence, even though her mind was yet to settle down. It felt wonderful to have a man’s strong hands on her feverish body. She sighed as his hands slipped in under her arms, gently massaging her pliant muscles and making the blood flow freely all over her. His fingers caressed the outer slopes of her small breasts his thumbs twirled around her taut nipples making strange yet wonderful tingles run all through her quivering body.

  Harrow slithered his strong hands over her waist, copiously applying the pungent oils on her narrow hips and her sensitive inner thighs. She felt a strange and warm sensation all over with the oil spreading through her body. She moaned as she felt pleasurable flutters in her belly and a slippery wetness oozing down between her thighs.

  “Ah, your body rises to the need of you salvation.” Harrow purred into her ear.

  “Mmmhh!” Megan moaned in response, surprising herself with her indolence.

  Harrow’s hands certainly had magic in them. He slipped one right between her thighs, coating the burning area with the slick oil. His fingers probed deeper into her inner thighs and squeezed the soft yielding flesh. She felt a violent shiver as his finger slipped into the wet slit of her swollen pussy. Megan couldn’t stifle the throaty
moan that escaped her open lips. Harrow smiled and gently turned her over onto her heaving belly. He placed his hands on her supple back and began moving slowly down. His strong hands made her body heat rise and she felt as if she could float away. Harrow ran his hands down her lower back and slowly moved them over the beautiful softness of her perfectly rounded bottom.

  “Ah, this is perfection.” Harrow whispered as his hands kneaded and squeeze her soft ass cheeks, making more of that pleasurable wetness to drip from her aching pussy.

  “Oh, Lord Harrow… this is so good.” Megan moaned. “Save me… I… I want you to bring me salva… ohhh… salvation.”

  “Yes, my dear.” Harrow told her soothingly. “Prepare yourself; let your body be ready for salvation.”

  “Aahh, yes, my lord.” She smiled lazily and her mind was filled with images of his cock. She wondered if he was hard now with his hands all over her feverish young body.

  In response Harrow slid his hand under her belly and lifted her up, bringing her bottom to push upward before his face. He then spread her legs apart and exposed her dripping pussy for all to see. Megan felt a surge of terror, but calmed herself. She had already given into Lord Harrow and now felt a whole lot more comfortable, naked and on display or not. His hands pushed down on her slick thighs and upturned bottom, slipping between her legs and caressing her wet pussy. With each touch she felt a surge of body stirring sensations dart though her. She felt her juices flowing freely now and her pussy was getting wet beyond reckoning, yearning with a perverse need to be stuffed with something hard and thick. And Megan knew exactly what that hard and thick thing that she wanted was. It was mere inches away from her and a few times she had even felt it brush against her thigh and hip. Her heart began to race excitedly at the prospect of having Harrow’s hard cock plunging into her as she had seen him do to her cousin.

  Harrow suddenly flipped her around again and she now lay completely exposed to him. Her chest heaved making her small breasts ache and her nipples stick out like hard cherries. She gave into her base animal instinct and spread her legs as wide as she could dare and stared at him pleadingly. Her mouth was open in anticipation and she breathed in short expectant gasps.

  “You are now ready to be saved.” Harrow said solemnly and placed a hand on each side of her inner thighs, stretching her pussy out wide.

  Megan gasped as he rubbed her clit with his thumbs from either side. Her stomach heaved and clenched, tightening and relaxing until she couldn’t restrain herself anymore. Her excitement crossed all limits and her orgasm exploded hard all over his fingers.

  “Ohhh, ohhh, Lo-lord Harrow…” Megan panted with the intensity and power of her release . “I’m so ashamed… but… but… I couldn’t… control myself…”

  “Calm down, Megan.” Harrow said soothingly. “Release all your feelings… get your mind at ease and take pleasure in the wonders of your body and soul.”

  “Oh, yes, Lord Harrow, yes.” Megan wept with the pleasure of her orgasm and carelessly groped at his crotch.

  “Ah, yes. Reach out for you salvation.” Harrow encouraged and pushed his erection closer to her.

  Megan certainly didn’t need any encouraging, as she rose up and grabbed his rock hard cock. She didn’t care who all was staring at her right then, she wanted it desperately. She leaned down over him as he squatted down on the platform and closed her hot wet mouth over the throbbing cock head. She didn’t even know why she did that, she just let instinct take over as she sucked him wildly, like a hungry new born calf.

  She heard Harrow laugh as he placed his hands in either side of her head. He moved his hips back and forth to gently fuck her eager mouth. She reached up and grabbed his hardened buttocks, digging her nails into the rigid muscles there.

  “Good heavens, girl.” Harrow groaned loudly as she swirled her tongue teasingly over his sensitive cock head. “You are quite the surprise. One would think you have a penchant for sucking cock.”

  “Mmm hmmm!” She nodded with her eyes wide as her mouth filled up with his rigid manhood.

  “Yes, my little flower. Suck that cock.” Harrow sounded like he had lost his mind. “Suck my hard cock like your life depended in it.”

  “Mmm-hmmm.” Megan nodded and swallowed the entire length of it, all eleven inches all the way to the root. She felt his cockhead pulse against the back of her throat; making her want to gag and she loved the strange sensation.

  Harrow’s hands played with her pussy as she sucked him and he inserted two fingers inside her seeping wetness. Megan moaned over his cock and felt another burst of pleasure threatening to explode inside her. Suddenly the need to have his cock deep inside her made her look up into his hungry eyes. Harrow seemed to understand what she wanted and slowly pulled his cock out of her greedy mouth. He pushed her back down on the platform and spread her legs apart wide. He climbed over her and then placed his throbbing cock at the quivering lips of her wet and horny pussy.

  “You have earned this well, my sweetling.” Harrow smiled at her and he pushed the cockhead into her eager pussy. “Come, let your salvation begin.”

  “Yes, my lord, my savior…” Megan whimpered. “Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck me harder than you fucked Sondra. Save my soul, Lord Harrow, bring me my salvation.”

  Harrow nodded his approval as he pushed his cock, inch by inch, all the way inside her willing pussy. She felt the warm thickness of his organ squeeze against her wet tightness, and it made more fires within her come alive. Her pussy hungrily clenched on his cock, it seemed to have a life all its own, seeking with a vengeance to drain it of all its seed.

  “Oh, Lord Harrow… your cock… it is so hard…” Megan moaned and gasped with intense pleasure. “It’s so big and so hard, my lord. It’s stretching my pussy… ohhh the pain… the pain.”

  “Your pussy is prepared to feel the pain, it is your atonement… you salvation. The more your pussy swallows my cock, the better your saving with be.” Harrow grunted with effort and began to move back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her tight little love tunnel.

  Harrow increased the intensity of his thrusts and he grabbed her hips hard. His firm fingers dug into her soft flesh. Megan’s moans and whimpers echoed all around the chamber, mingling with the chanting of the watching acolytes.

  “Oh, Lord Harrow, save my soul.” Megan moaned and panted. “Oh, please… please keep on fucking me.”

  “Yes, my dear.” Harrow grunted as his hips slammed into her. “We have the day and all of the night if need be.”

  “Yes, fuck me all night and all day.” Megan slurred, her sanity mislaid by the body quaking bliss coursing all over her.

  Then Harrow leaned over her and raised her legs up. He placed her ankles over his broad shoulders and she gasped, bent in half with him pressing down on her hard, all the while humping away. Harrow pinned her down as he rammed into her hard. It was a good thing Megan was a light eater, or she surely would have thrown up her breakfast under the pressure he was bringing down on her. The platform vibrated slightly as Harrow threw back his head and roared. His orgasm exploded deep inside the Megan’s virgin nineteen year old pussy. She grabbed his head; digging her nails into his rich luxuriant scalp as her third orgasm ripped through her. He squashed down on her, still holding her legs over his shoulders as his body shook violently.

  After a while of mind altering bliss and tranquility, Harrow eased down and slithered off her. His big hard cock dripped with the slippery juices of their combined orgasms. Megan felt like a great weight had lifted off her. As if she really had been saved, though deep down she knew all that was just superstition and mindless belief. It was the carnal satisfaction that was a revelation to her and Megan began to crave for more of it.

  “Is my soul truly saved, my lord?” She looked up at him as he sat winded beside her.

  “By heaven, you are a most amazing young woman, Megan.” He smiled and dabbed at his perspiring brow with his robe. “Indeed your soul is on the path of salvation. We must
continue with the ritual for a week, just as we must with Sondra.”

  Megan smiled with satisfaction as she watched him breathing heavily beside her. She felt a strange elation to have found such pleasure in something she feared for so long. She had her cousin, Sondra, to thank for this and she glanced up at her standing beside the acolytes. Sondra gave her a wide smile and held pure happiness in her green eyes for her. It was going to be a wonderful week for the two of them there at the Harrow Estate. She didn’t care about her modesty any longer as she spread her legs wide in front of the others and began to play with her tingling pussy, aching for it to be filled again with more hard cock soon.

  Story 34

  “How much is it?” Natasha asked once more, staring wide eyed at the college dorm accountant.

  “Eighteen hundred and sixty dollars, Miss Wallis.” The dour woman replied patiently. “That’s three months rent, plus late fees. You have a week to pay, or else move out.”