1. Married for a dowry, not love


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male / Older Female, Male/Teen Female, Romance, Virginity, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 93.2, Source: sexstories.com

    In the London society of 1902 finances force my marriage to Jane, the sickly daughter of the wealthy Lord and Lady Harcourt Married for a Dowry. “Geoffrey I have Lady Harcourt coming at three this afternoon to discuss marriage,” Mother informed me one afternoon. “Is she not somewhat long in the tooth and indeed already spoken for?” I enquired. “Marriage to her daughter Geoffrey, as well you know.” Mother chided. “She has a daughter called Geoffrey?” I quipped. “No Geoffrey, she is called Jane as you well know.” Mother explained. “Oh well tell her I am otherwise engaged,” I countered. “No Geoffrey you shall meet her, do I make myself clear?” she insisted. I sighed. The last thing I wanted was to marry. Father god rest his soul, had gambled most of the estate away, whilst I was steadily repairing my fortune. The upstairs maid Sally was most obliging, and offspring could wait. As for Jane, well she was comely enough but staggered from one sickness to the next, and had neither conversation nor sense of humour. Lady Harcourt was fashionably late. She was dressed as always in the latest fashion, though sadly the years had not been kind to her. As W.S. Gilbert has it “She may very well pass for 43 in the dark with the light behind her,” and her days of being a noted beauty had long since passed. However her ample breasts still preceeded her by some margin, and in all she had the air of a Battleship as she swept into our humble abode. “So this is Geoffrey,” she said disdainfully. ...
    “Delighted to meet you Lady Harcourt!” I lied theatrically and I stepped forward and kissed her on both cheeks as the French are wont to do. She damn near fainted, “Geoffrey,” mother scolded me. “I am sorry but is it not all the rage, the French Kiss?” I demanded. “Geoffrey!” mother exclaimed. I laughed inwardly, my credentials as a half wit delivered already, now to seal the deal! We spoke of things in general and then mother suggested a spin around the garden. I agreed with alacrity planning an unfortunate accident involving Lady Harcourt and the goldfish pond. However we were far from the goldfish pond when mother was called away leaving Lady Harcourt and I alone in the little hedged area with a wooden bench on close mown grass. “Ah alone at last,” I declared. “Look, ah Geoffrey,” she said, “I do wonder if you truly are the man for my Jane.” “But how can you doubt it,” I cried as I fumbled with my fly buttons. “Is my manhood not of ample girth?” My manhood flopped uselessly out of my underpants, but then to my horror he stirred, expanding, stretching. I thought wildly. I had my prophylactic sheath in my inside pocket so I asked. “Shall I demonstrate? I have my prophylactic sheath if you would like to experience it.” She looked around and rummaged in her handbag, “Quickly, but use mine it is ribbed for extra pleasure.” I hoped she was joking but no, she sat on the bench and lofted her voluminous skirts revealing her stockings and suspenders and a complete lack of french ...
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