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Salem, 1692
Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
gripping his instrument. “Oh, Mary,” he moaned. He felt her hair tickling down his chest, his belly, and then that same wet, warm bliss he had experienced earlier that day engulfed his instrument. This time he couldn’t hold back, and clutched her head as his hips flexed up to meet her mouth. Just when he thought he might explode, she crawled onto him and inserted his instrument in her cleft. “Oh yes, Mary,” he whispered. “I’ve waited so long.” She swiveled up and down and side to side while he held her hips and jerked his pelvis up. Her hips didn’t feel as slim as what he had seen in the brook, and when he moved his hands to her breasts, they seemed larger than he remembered. She leaned down and kissed him again, raking her nails on his shoulders. When she bit his lip the combination of pleasure and pain was too much. With a loud groan he let loose, his seed searing up through his instrument like molten lava. “Oh yes!” Mary moaned, though it didn’t sound like her. She pressed her buttocks down on him hard, her body trembling. She teased her tongue over his lips, whispered “Thank you,” and was gone. Edward pondered for a few minutes about what had happened. He was certainly no longer a virgin now. A sense of pride blossomed in his chest at the thought of this, though he also felt some discontent. It would have been better in the light of day, he thought, when ...