1. Prim Miss Williams DP'd 4 some


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Group Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    quarter of an inch as she melted, A slight moistening, his moist tongue and her moistness combined and then it was a finger probing, she gasped as the first joint of the long finger slipped past the entrance to be followed by the second joint, he eased his finger around expertly until it loosened and withdrew it to as |I supposed add a second finger, but no, as soon as the finger was free he brought the candle back once more. A long thin candle, now rounded at the holder end he guided swiftly into position within the environs of her lower lips and he guided it expertly with one hand and pushed in with the other and with a despairing gasp from her lips and with an expertly delivered gentle but firm push by candle was she was speared, she cried out in pain and surprise but it was done and her maidenhead was no more. Some one half of ten inches of candle was within her and as she stared wide eyed so he eased it around inside her like stirring a pudding until naught but the stub end protruded. “Your turn young Chargrove,” he said, I looked at him, all robes and finery his lined face testimony to sixty and more summers and supposed I was indeed young, “Go to it man,” he said removing the candle. He stepped aside and I took his place, my knees between her knees and taking my member in hand I aimed him at her now moistened womanhood, guiding the bulbous tip of my member between the soft folds of the lips of her womb and on into the moistened silken chasm that was her womb, pressing ...
    and easing the tunnel ever wider and I eased him ever further inside her, a quarter inch at each thrust. Her mouth now opened and closed wordlessly, a gurgle, a sigh, a look of detachment, a faint smile, a flush of embarrassment, confusion? I cared not for this was indeed the gallop I sought, no tittering wench, no perfumed whore but a solid warm womanly woman and when fully sheathed I settled to my task of pleasuring both myself and Miss Williams. “I say Chargrove,” the Lord Lieutenant cautioned, “We don’t have all day young fella.” It brought me to my senses from a world a world away, “My apologies,” I replied and with the distraction came release and releif with my seed once more coursing and pumping but this time within her womb instead of across her belly. “Noooo,” she protested but it was an insincere protest as waves of delight coursed through her very being, “Noooo.” I stepped back, “My turn I think,” The Lord Lieutenant affirmed, and to my consternation he went to take my place, his breeches already gone, “Place her over the desk Constable,” he ordered, “I think I might use the tradesmen’s entrance.” Poor Miss Williams, still in confusion and ecstasy from her first coitus she had no chance as Brabbinger and the constable lofted her up and around to have her bend over the huge oaken desk with her rear end and her brown bud exposed lewdly. They held her face down while the Lord Lieutenant took the candle once more and gently eased it first between the soft pink folds ...
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