1. Tricked by the Lady Georgiana


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 87, Source: sexstories.com

    kindly of me even though we should never meet again. She grasped the fence rail as I pounded her. She stood her ground and then began to push back at me, forcing my member ever deeper inside her. Her breath rasped in her throat. She gasped at every thrust. Every squeeze of her nipples. Every kiss on her cheek. I luxuriated in her warmth. Her loins were like a volcano. The liquid boiled around my and as must happen before long I was compelled to quench the fire. A moments inattention on my part and jet of seed burst forth from my loins to quench the fires in hers. My poor member convulsed innumerable times as he pushed every single drop from my poor balls to her womb. Inexcusably I uttered the lie. “I love you.” It was the sensation I loved. Spending my seed. Feeling her warmth. The view. The wine. Everything. I didn’t love Bessie. I had no desire to see her again. As long as she dealt with any issue and refrained from producing a child then we should part readily enough and amicably. Fond memories all that remained of our liaison. “You shun tave.” she said as I subsided. I took that to mean “You should have refrained.” “That was delightful, I thank you.” I averred. “His Grace said to give you a gold sovereign in case you have fallen for a child, there is a woman in the town who will deal," I explained, “But that was so sweet I shall give you two gold sovereigns that you may purchase a keepsake of your lost honour.” “I don’t want you damned money!” she cursed, “I’m no whore!” ...
    “You cannot afford such scruples,” I explained, “Now take it or I shall deliver it to His Grace for safe keeping.” She took the money with bad grace, “Go then, you have used me, be gone.” “I shall walk you to a stones throw of the house, I owe you that at least.” I promised. She shivered. I lent her my coat and we walked onwards. One hundred yards short I kissed her. I wished her luck and taking my coat from her I walked away. It was when I returned to my lodging that I found I still had the gold sovereigns. I returned to His Grace’s home the next day. I asked to see him. He indulged me. “I am afraid I took but some of your advice sir,” I admitted. “I had a dalliance with a maid.” “And?” he queried. “Your maid sir, Bessie.” I explained, “But she refused the golden sovereign and that concerns me sir, I do not want consequences for the maid, or indeed myself.” “I just knew you would,” he said, “I did every year till the last one or so, too long in the tooth now, anyway I shall summon the maid and hear her side of it. Wait here a moment.” He went in search of Bessie and returned presently. “I have interrogated the maid the young maid who was tearful indeed and she denies all Mr Hardy. She insists she is pure. She denies visiting the fair. She denies everything. What cruel jape are you playing upon us?” His Grace continued, “Or is it just lies and misplaced loyalty on the wenches part ?” “I know only that I knew her carnally last night,” I explained. “I walked her home within a ...
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