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

    knickers or the like for her quim was lewdly presented and shaved quite bald. “Swiftly then Geoffrey, quickly before we are discovered.” she invited as she proffered a pink prophylactic with prominent raised ribs. I stared. My cock reared uncontrollably. The pink lips to her vagina offered a welcome diversion. She smiled hopefully. I remembered my manners, one must not offend a lady. I undid my belt, my white corduroy slacks fell about my ankles and I advanced cock in hand. Lady Harcourt was well versed in such matters, she grasped my member and guided it within her, “No kissing it will disturb my make-up,” she ordered as it slid easily into her well used love tunnel. “I must say none of sweet Jane’s other beaus have been so forthcoming, so passionate about pleasing me,” she opined. “A mere trifle Lady Harcourt, why I should pleasure any woman I meet out of mere politeness,” I declared. “Servant women?” she asked urgently. “Maids freshly employed, old fat cooks and scrubbers,” I opined. “Anything with a cunt really.” “Geoffrey, fuck me like I were a big fat cook, use me, fuck me hard,” she urged. My cock had much the same idea as it wallowed among acres of loin flesh, it needed direction and needed to thrust towards its goal wherever that may be. “Oh yes!” she gasped as I humped her, “Harder faster, fuck me!” Suddenly I was overcome, my bolt was shot and my cum burst forth within the horrid sheath to cloy around my shaft. “Ohhhhhh,” she cried in the throes of her ecstasy. ...
    “Ooooooohhhhh oh what a beautiful Begonia,” she gasped as we saw mother approaching. Swiftly I lofted my slacks and fastened my belt, sliding the prophylactic under the hedge to hide it. “Geoffrey!” mother chided, “What on earth?” “A bee madam, in my skirt, Geoffrey was a perfect gentleman.” Lady Harcourt said with a broad wink. “Geoffrey show some decorum,” Mother insisted. “Yes, my mind is made up, You shall marry my sweet Jane,” Lady Harcourt insisted, “But you must lodge with us at least for the first few weeks as my Jane is a delicate flower and will need love and care and support Geoffrey.” “Indeed, and I shall have servants aplenty to fuck if she is indisposed!” I surmised. “Oh what a wit Geoffrey is,” Lady Harcourt laughed, “What an impish sense of humour, did your Charles fuck servants by the score as my William was wont to do Mary?” “I,” mother replied too shocked to answer, “I really do not know Lady Harcourt, neither do I care.” “Nor I,” Lady Harcourt agreed, “When our husbands are busy fucking they are not losing a fortune at cards, that’s what I say.” Lady Harcourt seemed to be in a very much better humour, I however, realised that I had made a very serious miscalculation. Lady Harcourt was no battleship, she was a rampant if somewhat elderly trollop. I made my apologies and retrieved Lady Harcourt’s pink prophylactic and having carefully washed it I wrapped it in a silk handkerchief ready to return it to her. My member needed more serious attention, oh how I hated ...
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