ays in rosy confusion beneath him.
“Well, well,” cried Lord Roxboro. “I see that our little pupil is at least reverting to her senses, if it is possible for a woman to have any senses- I believe, Montgomery, that she has this time blown her vent. You, my dear friend and faithful servant, are the one that has done it.
“Am I not right, my dear Grace?” he asked, turning to Grace.
“Oh, oh,” she panted, not knowing for the moment whether she was on her head or her heels. “I–I-I-”
“I know,” said his lordship musingly. “You naturally would not know what has happened to you. But to be frank with you, you have shot your wad, or as the vulgar people say you have come. In other words you have discharged like Montgomery did, and so you have had your first taste of married bliss.”
Grace buried her flaming face against his shoulder and dared not lift her eyes. It was true that she had experienced pleasure in that last embrace. It seemed as if her whole soul had melted into her pelvis while that luscious threading had been going on. Her nerves still tingled with pleasure from the caresses imparted to her sensitive quim by the valet's monstrous tool. She squirmed about in bed and, pressing her thighs closely together, pressed closer to his lordship.
“Now, Grace,” said Lord Roxboro, “you have received four shots and for the present it is best that you compose yourself to sleep. I took the precaution to lock the door before we lay down and I assure you on my part that any attempt you make to escape will result in regret on your part.”
“Oh, I won't. If you wish to sleep, Lord Roxboro, you may go ahead and do so. As for me, I am too sore and excited to sleep but I will remain as you say and hope that you will allow me to depart soon, as I am-in a-wretched state.”
Lord Roxboro laughed at this and looking significantly at Montgomery, who was sitting up wiping the last vestiges of the battle from his now softened charger.
“Do not allow that to worry you, Grace; that slight wetness that you may be suffering”-and here he patted her on the inner bare thigh-“may be the means of starting a fine family for you and you must not forget that I on my part will not be niggardly as a godfather.”
“When I think of it,” said Grace, composing herself so as to rest as comfortably as possible, “when I think of that wretch I called my husband, that beast that bartered me off to you on our wedding day-I cannot see how I ever came to like or even tolerate him. Why, I disown him forever; an animal would not be capable of doing what he has done.”
“Here now,” warned Lord Roxboro. “Do not be too unkind with your dear Harry. For all you know, he may have been a victim of circumstances and I'll wager the time will come when you will enjoy the touch of his hard prong between your thighs where ours have been. But-no more of that. I desire a little rest, so compose yourself the best you may. Later on you may receive another taste of that terrible stick that you are now learning to relish.”
Turning his back to her, he closed his eyes and was instantly asleep.
Grace, now that she had tasted of the pleasures of a lusty plunger, pouted a bit over this sudden neglect on the part of his lordship, but Montgomery, turning his face to her, encircled her with his arms and, pressing his lips to her sweet mouth, allowed his softened truncheon to lie against the lips of her slit and she gave herself up to him.
The feel of this nude body, the body of this naked male beside her; the contact of the hair against her soft white globes; the strong white arms about her; the fleshy muscle between her thighs, caressing her quim; a hardened belly pressed to her own; her lips to his: she could do nothing but sigh with contentment.
Montgomery, however, had by no means given up the game and as he pressed and molded the soft form to him, allowing his hands to run over her, he found a strange sweetness in her kisses and, taking her tiny hand in his, guided it down to his member and pressed the tender fingers about its massiveness. He was soon rewarded by feeling her frig and pull his giant charger, rubbing it against her quim. He was soon again in a state of very violent erectness.
Drawing her away from his lordship so as not to awaken him, he rolled her on her back and, mounting her willing form, guided the head of his prong to her slit, slowly allowing its swollen length to slip fully within her. He subjected the girl to sensations that to her were the most thrilling that she had ever experienced.
She cooed and murmured beneath him and, passing her arms about his broad shoulders, closed her eyes and moved in unison with his tender connection.
Montgomery, sated as he was from his previous bouts, was content to play a little.
Drawing the length of his weapon nearly out of the gripping sheath, he allowed the swollen head to titillate her mouth and then with a teasing drive would allow it slowly to be absorbed within her steaming entrails.
Long before he thought of venting, she had poured down on him in a nervous shower the dew of her sexual life.
This torrent of balm, soothing and lubricating the walls of her cleft, gave the valet more room to probe and now, with the whole of his engine within her, he hugged her tight to him and settled down for a regular joust.
His full length was drawn in and out of her and as she felt the top nearing the outer lips, she would push herself up and he, on his part taking advantage of this sweet surrender, would with one sweet drive ensheath himself in her up to the balls.
She was soon in a delightful state and again showered and spent upon this swollen stranger to her parts.
By this time Montgomery had the cheeks of her buttocks spread.
“Oh, no, ah, no,” she cried, wiggling about, not liking this strange contact of a man's digit in her most secret part. “Ah, not there!”
Montgomery, however, paid no attention and, driving way, soon had her again in a foment. Driving his rod into her very hair, he poured into her a load of his manly balm that showered and sprayed within her till she thought she would float.
She in her turn beshowered him, and lax and helpless from the fury of their contact, they lay gasping for breath in each other's arms.
“I love you,” she breathed, kissing him on the lips and giving a little flutter of her quim about his still-spouting rod.
Montgomery laughed and, despite her protest, drew forth his rod and, gently returning her to the side of the snoring Lord Roxboro, dried himself and prepared to nap.
He was soon asleep and Grace, a prey to the newly awakened emotions, lay between the two naked men, sleep being the farthest thing from her mind.
What sensations that rod of Lord Roxboro and of Montgomery had inspired within her! What a wonderful one each one of these sensuous men had! She closed her eyes and shuddered as she thought of it. She pressed her thighs together and wiggled about as though to relive those ecstatic moments that the valet's rod had engendered within her. It barely seemed possible that a man's tool could inspire such pleasure within the body of a girl. And how it had hurt before. It was true that she still ached and pained from the assault of the pair, but the pleasure that Montgomery had given her far outbalanced all the pain that she had suffered.
She listened to the regular breathing of the pair and now no longer modest and mild she snuggled up close to the valet. Passing a hand quietly around his form, she took into her hand the shriveled remains of his rod and rubbed it lovingly between her fingers.
Montgomery, as though from intuition, gently took her hand in his and drew it away from his sexual badge. Grace, offended at this lack of interest in a heretofore ardent advocate of pleas, flounced her back to him and, turning to her other bed partner, cautiously sought to find out if he was as tired as the valet.
She found to her pleasure that his lordship, instead of making any signs of dissent, rolled over on his back, and taming down the clothes, she enjoyed a full sight of that instrument that had given her so much pain and pleasure. She pulled and frigged it about, handling the bag of balls and rubbing the soft nuts.
His lordship opened his eyes with a start.
“Ah, ha!” he whispered roguishly. “I see that you have changed your mind. I see that you no longer fear the terrible tune that my instrument plays. I judge that by now you have fully recovered from your fear and look upon that pin as a pin of pleasure instead of a pin of pain.”
Grace blushed rosily under this frank summary of her sentiments but still held the soft rod in her fingers, rubbing it up and down.
