by Rosie Zweet
Uh, oh, I am the girl, you taught Latin years ago, my lord. I want to say but I close my mouth tight.
I sway my bottom, begging him to mount me.
Lord Randy cleared his throat and mumbling something like ‘lily’ and ‘cannot be’.
“Please hurry, my lord, we don’t have time,” I say.
Finally, he unbuttoning his breeches and pull out his manhood.
Oh my, he is much bigger than John but little bit shorter. He beats his meat once, twice and it rose to its fullest length.
“Ready, Girl?” he asks me as he takes his position behind me.
“Yes, my lord,” I say meekly.
He penetrates me slowly and my eyes bugged, my mouth opens in silent moan.
He stretches me so wide, it almost painful but it so good, even better than John.
“Arrgh,” he moans as he bucks. “So tight, Oh my dear girl.”
He is sawing in and out fast and I can’t help but moaning, grinding my hip.
“Oh, my lord. It’s soooo good,” I moan.
“Yes, yes… arrgh,” he plows me in and out, again and again.
He groans loudly as he feeds me with his old meat.
“Do you like it, Lily, my girl?” he asks me. I feel his manhood swells more inside me.
“Emmmm…” I moan as he pumps me faster. “I’m not Lily, my lord,” I say.
“You’ll be Lily today,” he says between his groan. “Oh sweet girl.”
Oh, Lord Randy is so good at this.
He speeds up his plowing and we burst together.
“Oh, sweet Lily,” he groans as he jerks again and again, feeding my hungry belly with his hot seed.
***
I feel sad when finally I arrive at my aunt town house. I come to love being John’s fake wife. I like tending his or Lord Randy’s manhood and doing my wifely duty.
John mounted me twice on our way here. And it is thrice if I count Lord Randy. And their fluids are still leaking from my womanhood as I stand at my aunt front down. They pump me to overflow with their hot, sticky fluid and oh, I do love it so much.
I am really sad at the lost. But I remember old Will, the gardener here. He was always nice to me when I was visiting and he doesn’t have a wife too. I feel a slow smile creeping in my face.
Oh, this will be fun.
Author’s note: This is first of five books in the series.
Book 4
From an Innocent Miss to a Bride
Chapter 1
1816 Colchester, England.
I have been staying at Colonel Zack Radley home for a week, but today is the first time he summons me. I wonder why. My heart is racing madly as I hear the sound of his deep voice, telling me to come inside to his study.
I hesitate a little in the threshold but I steel myself and open the door. The colonel is in his mid-fifty, the same age as my deceased father. But by looking at his tall, lean frame and thick greying hair, he still can pass as a man in his forty.
“Have a seat, my dear,” he says softly, looking at me with his kind grey eyes. The way he says it makes me remember my recently departed father. And I feel sting in my eyes.
“How old are you, Girl?” he asks me just after I take my seat in front of him.
“I turn eighteen two months ago, Sir,” I say. I am just one year older than his eldest daughter Miss Ophelia Radley.
“I see,” he says calmly. “That’s make a matter bit complicated,” he stops and drawing deep breath. “When I agreed to take care of you, I thought you’re no older than Bella,” he adds.
I feel hurt at his admission. Bella is just ten years old and I am sure when we meet two years ago, in the continent, I already look old enough to wed.
Oh Papa, why you’ve to die. I really miss my father now.
Maybe he sees the hurt in my eyes. “But I promised your father that I’ll care for you, Girl,” he says reassuring.
Papa told me before he died in Spain that the good Colonel will be my guardian. He owes my father his life. But many people owe my father their life, for he was a doctor of British army in the continent.
“It’s just not proper for young lady like yourself live under a widower house,” he says. “People are talking, gossiping now,” he adds in angry tone.
“I understand if you want me to leave, Sir,” I say while keep myself from bawling. I don’t know where to go.
My father is disowned son of a viscount. But they had severed the tie years ago, long before I was born. It is when my father decided to be a doctor against his lord father command.
“Oh no, no, dear girl. I don’t ask you to leave. Never fear of that,” he leans forward, clasping my hand reassuring. “It just you need to wed soon,” he says.
“Wed, Sir?” I ask with squeak.
“Yes, Girl. It’s a perfect solution, isn’t it?” he asks, beaming with wide smile.
“But… but… who will wed me, Sir?” I ask, uncertain and fidgeting in my seat.
“Who? I will, of course, silly girl,” he says.
I should be honored. Colonel Radley is great man and war hero, but he is too old for me. Then again, many girls my age marry man in his age. And this marriage is to save my reputation.
“What you say, Girl?”
He is just being an honorable man that he is, and just trying to help. I should be grateful.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be happy to be your wife,” I say shyly.
***
I sit in front of my mirror, looking at my big blue eyes and my brown hair that framed my heart shaped face, and recalling my wedding this afternoon.
My wedding day is just like an ordinary day. We had a small ceremony in the afternoon and only few people attend it. Olivia hugged me tightly and said that she happy having me as her mother.
It is odd that suddenly I have two grown up daughters. But everyone is nice to me and wishes me well.
I brush my thick hair slowly, preparing for bed. I am not sure if I should wait for my husband. But I know he will come, we have to consummate this marriage in order to be legitimate.
Husband… it sounds odd too.
Even though I was a doctor’s daughter, I am not sure what will happen in marriage bed. The soldiers in my father care always treated me like a sister or daughter, or least they will if they didn’t want to summon my father wrath.
The sound of door creaking opens startled me. Immediately, I put my hand on my racing heart.
I see Colonel Radley, my husband, strides in. “Are you ready, my dear?” he asks me.
I nod and swiftly climb to the bed and dive under the cover.
“Tsk… tsk… no like that, Girl.”
Then, he climbs the bed too and removes the blanket from my shivering body. But he not satisfied with that. He also removes my nightgown and leaves me naked, exposed to his wandering eyes.
I feel my body flush in embarrassment and I try my best to shield my breasts and womanhood.
He shakes his head in disapproval. “I’m an old man, Girl. I need to see a woman body to perform,” he says apologetic.
“Sir?” I ask him.
Then, he lifts his nightshirt, showing me his long, large tool.
“This has to be hard to break your maiden head, my dear,” he explains to me patiently.
I feel more embarrassed at my ignorance. Slowly, I remove my hand and I see Colonel Radley manly meat getting bigger and it starts to lift up.
He grabs, caressing my breasts in his large hand. And I shiver at his touch, it spreads to my spine and make my womanhood will odd and uncomfortable.
“Your tits still too small for your age, Girl,” he says.
And he strokes his meat with his other hand. “I think I am ready now,” he says in pained voice and panting hard.
Then, he moves between my legs, spreading it wide.
I feel his finger is probing my wet flower.
“Tight, small, wet,” he whispers.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say truly apologetic. I really wish
to please him but it seems my thing down there is still too small.
He pumps me with his long finger, make me wetter and I feel my womanhood tingle at his ministration.
He inserts another finger. It is hurt a little but hearing Coloner Radley pained moan, it seems he is hurting too. So, I just bite my lips and relaxing my body, letting him do whatever he wants.
I know the sacrifice he made. Ophelia told me that his father was courting a young widow before I come to the picture. I do want to please my new husband.
“It’ll hurt a little, Girl,” he growls as he puts his hot meat on the lips of my flower.
I put my shaking elbows on my sides and elevate my upper body, seeing my husband’s tool stretching my small womanhood.
He’s right I am too small.
He inched further and it feels hurts. My small flower stretched wide to accommodate his throbbing manhood.
“It’s hurt, Sir,” I whine. His tool only few inches in but I feel already stuffed full.
“Arrgh, patient, Girl,” he moans. Then he pulls out a little and gives me a lot of small pumps.
It starts to feel good, and then he goes deeper with each pump.
With one hard thrust, he puts his throbbing tool all the way in.
“Ouch!” I yell loudly. It feels like he rips me into two.
He stops moving now. And I can hear his loud pants.
“Oh god… tight…” he groans.
“Is it done, Sir?” I whimper. Want it to end fast.
“Not yet, my dear,” He says with pained expression. “Let me make it better,” he adds.
Then he rubs me down there. And my flower does feel better, little by little.
“How it feels now?” he asks as he starts to sway, in and out me.
I feel a sharp pleasure as his manhood slithering in and out.
“Siiiiir…” I moan.
Oh, this feels good.
He is moving faster now, pumping harder. And the funny feeling in my stomach is growing stronger.
“Please… please… faster, Sir,” I say, grinding my hip at his pistoning meat.
With loud growl, he bucks faster and leans down to take my nipple into his hot mouth. He sucks me like a baby.
“Siiiir… oh god, yeeees… like that… oh… oh…”
Oh god, he pounds me so good.
I feel my womanhood is getting tighter and the feeling in my belly is getting unbearable now.
I wrap my leg on his undulating hip, and I bucking at him, our body slapping loudly, and then, I explode. I clasp his thrusting manhood with my inner muscle in deadly grip, massaging, milking him.
“Arrrgh,” he groans loudly as he jerks, once, twice, filling me with his hot seed.
We lie limp for a while. I hear his ragged breath slowed as he lies beside me.
“You’re truly a wife now, my dear,” he says softly. And then, he kisses my forehead and bid me good night. Then, he leaves me alone.
I’m truly a wife now.
I can feel his sticky seed leaking from my sore cave as I drift to deep sleep.
Chapter 2
Colonel Radley, no, I should call him husband now. He commands me to join his daughter in her study under Miss Smith, the governess.
I should feel insulted, I know that. But it is true that I lack in womanly art and finesses. I am grown up following my father in battlefield. And I see no harm to better myself if I can so I won’t shame my husband.
“Do you hear me, Jane?” Ophelia asks me. “Why are you fidgeting so much?”
I try not blush.
It’s because your father. He makes me sore. I want to say.
“I’ve told you about Captain Keegan, haven’t I?” she asks with happy face.
Of course, she has. She told me like a hundred times. She is smitten with him, everyone knows that.
“Have you been kissed before?” she whispers so Miss Smith won’t hear us.
I shake my head. “Have you?”
She says that she too never been kissed but she determined to be kissed by the captain before the year end.
Oh, I want to find love too.
***
In the afternoon, Captain Keegan finally comes. Ophelia forces me to accompany her to take a peek at him.
I stop in my track when I see him. He truly is handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes. He is maybe in his late twenty.
“You never tell me, you have another beautiful daughter, Sir,” the captain says to my husband.
“She’s my wife, dear boy,” my husband says. And I see the captain’s eyes widened in shock.
“Oh, beg yo—”
“Enough with that,” my husband cuts him and drag him inside his study to have important matter to discuss, I suppose.
***
My husband summons me just after Captain Keegan went home.
Why is it?
I little afraid that he is angry with me because the captain mistake or my intrusion before.
I knock the door and open it slowly.
“Lock the door, my dear,” he says without looking at me. He still glued to his letter.
“No, don’t sit,” he commands me. Then, he walks and guides me to put my breast and belly, flat to his desk.
“Sir?” I ask, turning my head, looking at his stern face.
“Your father is a doctor. Surely, you know that it’s bad and painful to have hard cock all day,” he says.
I don’t know what he meant but as if understand my confusion, he grids his crotch to my hip.
I am blushing when I finally know what he means.
“I need your help, my dear,” he says as he flips my skirt and removing my damp drawers.
“Just lie still. I’ll do it fast. I promise,” he says as he pushes his large manhood inside me.
I feel my eyes roll at my back at his invasion.
“Arrgh,” I hear his soft moan above me. “Are you okay?” he asks me.
My husband truly is nice man. My heart swells with pride.
“I am fine, Sir,” I answer meekly. “You can plow me as hard as you can,” I add fast.
Suddenly, he pulls out his throbbing manhood, only leaving the tip inside. I feel sorry for the lost but then he rams me hard, hammering, plow me hard, following my wish. And I truly feel sorry now, for I am still sore and his tool is really big and long. It feels bigger and longer than last night.
“Sir, sir,” I squeak.
But he keeps feeding me with his hard manhood, plowing me, in and out, fast and hard.
I moan again, the wonderful feeling is coming back inside my belly.
He rams me again and again with loud slap.
“Tiiiight… oh… sweet girl,” he groans.
“Oh Siiiiir, yes… arrgh,” I moans in answer, my hip bucking out of control.
I hear a distant knocking sound in the haze of my pleasure.
“Father opens the door!” Ophelia shouts.
Instead of heading his daughter wish, my husband plows me faster, harder, rutting me madly. And then, we explode in unison.
Swiftly, he pulls out his dwindling manhood and tugs it back in his breeches.
“Cover yourself, Girl,” he commands me sternly.
With weak hand, I make myself presentable again.
Then, my husband opens the door and lets his angry, pouting daughter in.
“What you did to Jane, Father? Did you punish her? It’s I who ask her to sneak—”
“Calm down, my dear,” he says in fatherly tone. “I didn’t punish your friend. We just have a talk. That’s it.”
“Is it true, Jane?” Ophelia asks me, full of concern.
I nod and I feel warm feeling spreading in my heart hearing her concern.
“Let’s go,” she says as she drags me with her.
Reluctantly, I walk with my husband’s daughter out while I feel her father’s sticky fluid, trailing down to my tight.
I hope it won’t make a mess on the floor below.
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