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Salem, 1692
Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
missionary position. However, the second time that evening, very shyly, she had asked if he might make love to her the way her beloved horses did. After years of boring intercourse with his wife, his cock had lurched at the prospect of taking this young nymph from behind. He was so excited that he lasted only minutes before flooding her womb with his seed. He studied the girl’s face in the flickering light of the room’s oil lamp, at her youth, her exuberance. She seemed to get younger each time they met. “Turn over, Mary,” he whispered. She rolled onto her hands and knees, her head resting on a pillow. He knelt behind her and reached around to unbutton her white peasant shirt. Their first time together he’d been frustrated by the long chemise she wore under her shirt. After that he’d instructed her to cut them short so they only tucked into the top of her skirts. He pulled the chemise out, pushed it up, and molded her bare breasts in his hands. So firm yet so soft, he marveled. Young girls, he’d found, were so malleable and allowed much fondling, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and they reciprocated in the use of the medieval sex terms that heightened his pleasure. Fuck. Cock. Cunt. And girls this young were also a bit gullible and usually agreed to whatever perversion he wanted to inflict upon them. Although with Mary, even though he was the seducer, the teacher, he always had a sense that she knew more than she let on. And when he orgasmed with her, it felt like she was ...