breath. They continued this without stopping in their lustful enterprise.
Suddenly, without a moment's warning, Trant's body stiffened like a rod of iron and with a violent push sent a copious gush of streaming spunk into the vitals of the lustful Marie. Marie received every drop of it and in return gushed down her own spend and mingled it with Trant's.
They lay there for some time.. Trant's enormous shaft gradually lost its rigidity, shriveling down to a mere nothing and slipping out of Marie's eager cunt as it did so. They lay perfectly still for a while and then rolled apart.
Marie did not seem to be quite satisfied, however, and after a short while began to nudge Trant. Trant paid no attention to her and proceeded to go to sleep.
Not to be outdone, however, she seized his shriveled penis and played with it fondly. She pulled the foreskin back, exposing the purple nut. Then she pulled the foreskin back into place and joggled the glorious white shaft tenderly. She paddled the ballocks gently-ballocks that would have been more appropriate on a bull than on a man.
After a while her efforts began to show some results.
Mr. Trant's penis lost a little of its limpness. It began to lift its head again as though proud to be in this world. Up, up, it rose majestically; it swung upward like the arm of a huge semaphore. As the head rose, the blood rushed to it and gave it a fiery hue. It throbbed and shook violently now. It became eager for the fray.
“Ah,” said Mr. Trant, “you naughty little puss, to play with me like that. I shall now give you the reward that you so richly deserve.
“Turn around, my dear little sweetheart,” he said.
“Are you going to give it to me in dog-fashion?” inquired Marie.
“Oh, yes indeed, and in a way that you never had before,” answered Mr. Trant with a wealth of meaning in his tone.
“Oh, that will be nice,” said Marie with evident relish.
She turned herself about so that her posterior was now pointed upward. Mr. Trant mounted her and slowly directed his prick to her lewd parts. He applied the head of his penis to the orifice there.
“Stop a moment!” cried Marie. “You are going in the wrong hole; that is not the place to do it.”
“Oh, yes it is,” said Mr. Trant grimly. “I never served a woman in the rear before; I am going to have some practice now. Practice makes the master, you know.”
“Oh, I am quite willing to accommodate you in every way possible,” said Marie, “but I don't want to be injured. Go in through the other way like a good boy,” she added.
“Oh, I am not going to hurt you,” said Mr. Trant as he wedged the point of his pecker into the opening of her delicious touch-hole.
“Stop, stop before you tear me and ruin me forever,” pleaded Marie.
Mr. Trant's only answer was a violent shove with his penis that forced the head in past the outer muscles.
“Oh, weow, help!” screamed Marie, now thoroughly frightened. “Oh stop, you dirty brute, you will make me a cripple for the rest of my life!”
“Be quiet, you slut,” hissed Mr. Trant. “Here, take this.” He gave another shove that forced another inch of his stiff white rod into her back entrance.
“Oh, ah, oh,” moaned Marie as she felt her flesh being stretched by his enormous member.
Mr. Trant made another lunge and sank into her, down to his balls.
“The worst is now over, my dear,” he said with confidence to Marie, who had given expression to another groan of pain.
He now commenced to work himself leisurely up and down. With each movement he felt a delicious sensation run from the head of his prick and up his spine. In and out of her it went, trembling and throbbing all the while.
Marie now began to enjoy the process, for she made no further complaints of the pain.
Presently with one mighty lunge that buried him to the roots and threatened to push Marie through the mattress, Mr. Trant spent into her bowels a torrent of his reeking, steaming spunk that would have done credit to a much younger man.
Mr. Trant withdrew his naming member and sat on the edge of the bed.
Marie meanwhile was frigging herself lustily.
“Come, let me help you, dear heart,” said Mr. Trant, withdrawing her hand from her cunt and bending down to titillate the delicate parts with his long and well-practiced tongue.
“Oh, how delicious you are,” murmured Marie. “Please go a little faster, I will like it much better that way.”
Mr. Trant did as he was bid and allowed his active tongue to do its lewd work with great avidity.
He roamed all around the clitoris, which was as hard as a piece of diamond. Then he wandered tantalizingly about every other detail of her secret charm.
Finally, with a violent shudder Marie gave down her spend that threatened to drain her body of its juices.
“I wish I had married you instead of Grace,” murmured Mr. Trant with feeling. “I don't believe that Grace, in spite of her experience in this house, will ever master the noble art of so serving a man as I know you can.”
“Oh, we don't have to be married,” said Marie. “You will always have plenty of chances to come and see me.”
“Indeed, I will take advantage of your invitation often,” said Mr. Trant. “In fact I will be around as often as it will be safe for me to be.”
“Yes, do,” said Marie with a twinkle in her eyes. “I'll have to have you come. But I think I had better be going now as I may be missed and looked for, and if I'm found here, trouble will be caused for both of us. But I hardly think that my husband can dare say anything to me now, after what he has been up to with your wife.”
“Well, good-bye, my sweetheart,” replied Mr. Trant. “And I hope that our next meeting will be soon.”
Meanwhile the night passed uneventfully. When the first streaks of dawn pierced the sky, however, Lord Roxboro stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes. After a second or so, he became fully awakened. He reached down with his hand, felt his pecker, and squeezed it approvingly.
Cuddled up against him was the glorious and perfumed naked body of Grace, her splendid bubbies rising and falling in rhythm. Lord Roxboro did not waste any time but gently crawled over onto Grace's sleeping body, and before she was fully awake, he poked his gigantic cock into the mouth of her rapacious cunt.
“Oh, God, where am I?” gasped Grace, waking with a start.
“My child, you are among the angels of heaven,” answered Lord Roxboro, planting a salacious kiss on her ruby red lips and at the same time giving a shove with his rod that sent him all the way in.
“Oh, oh!” said Grace. “So early in the morning?”
“The earlier the better,” said his lordship, “for the early bird catches the worm and the early cock catches the cunt: voila!
Under the stimulation of early morning energy, Lord Roxboro now began to ride his victim madly. Up and down he went like a mad bull and continued his ride until finally he shot forth with lightning rapidity a beautiful shower of fresh gleaming spunk that deluged Grace's vitals and caused her in turn to give down a spend of no less glory than his lordship's.
They fell apart and lay there panting.
Naturally, the disturbance of this little fucking had awakened Montgomery.
He too, like all mortal men on awakening in the morning, found he was blessed with a massive hard-on. Next to him he perceived the naked and panting body of the beautiful Grace. Without hesitation he mounted onto her naked belly and plunged his huge rod into her slippery cunt. He plunged down into her and leaped out again with the fury of a stallion. Grace gasped and panted beneath the fury of his onslaught. He served her with push after push until finally with a quiver and a gasp of delirium he belched forth into her warm and quivering quim a torrent of his cream that threatened to outdo everything else he had ever done before.
While they lay there panting, Lord Roxboro spoke: “Now, my friends,” he said, “I want it understood that as the lord of the domain of Roxboro, I not only claim the right of the first night with this charming young lady but I also insist on having the last fuck with her before she is returned to her husband, who has probably spent a lonely night without her.
