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Here's the second half of "Lady of the Manor." Note the new email address.
(kat_ashleigh@hotmail.com) Thanks!
Kat
Lady of the Manor
Part Two of an excerpt from a 60,000 word book
(Orgy, anal, oral, M/F, giant, rough, cons., hist., literary)
Strangely enough, Jane was able to keep count of the number of men who
pleasured her that night, who groaned and grunted and kneaded her buttocks
as their cocks plunged in and out of the tightest cunt any of them had ever
known. She later remembered the particular sensation of this one’s cock in
her swollen slit, of this one’s fingers up her ass, that one’s tongue on her
clit.
She was fucked by all twenty men in the room, hanging on the wall, her
wrists straining against the handcuffs as cock after cock after cock rammed
into her body in every way possible. As soon as one cock shot sperm into her
pulsing slit, triggering the explosion of orgasm, another immediately took
its place. The new cock always shoved into Jane’s climaxing cunt even as the
last man’s come dripped from it. For nearly an hour, Jane’s body was
literally convulsed in a continuous orgasm.
Then the last man in line groaned out his pleasure as his creamy come
flowed inside her like water past a broken dam. A new, sweet orgasm surged
through Jane’s sex, lingering and pulsing around her engorged clit. She
closed her eyes in a moment of relief. But then the insane sexual hunger
ripped through her cunt again. Where was the next cock? She should have felt
it pushing through her vaginal lips!
There was no-one behind the man! He was the very last who would fuck her!
Tears filled Jane’s eyes and streamed down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong, my girl?” The man gently kissed away her tears. “Someone as
lovely as you should never cry.”
“The-there’s no-one else to fuck me,” Jane sobbed.
The man laughed. He was devilishly handsome, Jane saw, with chestnut brown
hair, twinkling velvety brown eyes, and a lean, muscular body. “That’s the
least of your worries, sweetheart.” He kissed her lips and pulled his cock
out of her. There was something familiar about him. As he walked to the
other side of the room, Jane realized what it was.
She recognized his voice. He was the man from the night before, the one
with the huge cock, the one who had fucked her from behind.
But there was no more room in her mind for any thoughts. Her cunt still
pulsed and tingled like a hungry mouth. She tried to reach out her arms, to
whom she could not have said.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Fuck me, fuck me, never stop fucking me.”
And Avis let her down from the wall and led her to the bed in the center of
the room. Jane lay back, stretching her legs and arms. Her muscles were
stiff from the position she had held for over an hour.
A door opened, and a new group of men came in, perhaps eight or ten. They
nudged each other excitedly at the sight of her and all began to hurriedly
strip off their clothing, flinging doublets and hose and linen shirts onto
chairs against the wall.
Jane held out her arms to them in wordless entreaty. They were all naked
now, and obviously hungry for a female body. Jane felt herself being pressed
deeply into the mattress by all the hard, nude men settling themselves upon
her and around her. Then strong male hands reached down to spread her legs
wide, and male fingers were widening the wet entrances to her cunt and ass.
There were no preliminaries. Jane thrust herself up and felt a cock
plunging through her starved vaginal lips, another ramming, with delicious
roughness, into her asshole. Tongues slid along her erect clit, swollen to
three times its normal size. More. More. More.
“Oh, yes. Oh please yes. Harder, deeper, further in...” sobbed Jane. She
writhed violently, but no matter which way she moved she was pinned down by
cocks thrusting into every orifice, by hands and mouths licking and stroking
every inch of her body, stimulating every nerve ending beyond endurance.
At last, Jane felt filled. Either the cantharides were finally wearing off,
or her starved sex was being satiated at last. There were too many male
bodies, too many hard, pounding cocks-- in her cunt, in her ass, in her
mouth, in each hand, and more dangling around her face and arms and legs.
She was lifted and impaled on them all. Her entire body had become a cunt,
filled and pounded by endless cocks. And then her entire body orgasmed.
Everything in Jane seemed to convulse in waves of perfect pleasure as she
screamed, wordlessly, in the throes of climax. Her vaginal muscles squeezed
and squeezed, and the man whose cock was rammed into her cunt came first.
Then the man whose cock was forced up her ass. Then the man whose cock was
thrust into her mouth, and creamy sperm spilled through her fingers from the
cocks in both hands as the fingers tightened, and cocks rubbing against her
hair, her breasts, her legs... Jane’s orgasm went on and on, the waves
endlessly carried on an ocean of come.
Then. At last. Then. Thomas knelt before her. Had he been there all along?
She didn’t know, and it wasn’t important anyway.
And at last, at last--- he knelt between her thighs. His mouth suckled at
her nipples, and she sobbed, clutching at his thick dark hair. His enormous
cock delved into her eager, welcoming cunt.
Jane threw her head back, moaning deeply. His cock was so huge, larger than
that of any man in the room, and it drove into her with a power and a craft
no-one else possessed, stimulating her cunt in ways no other man could. On
and on, and then she heard his lusty groans as wave after wave of his come
flooded into her body. Yet he skillfully denied her her own orgasm.
He pulled his cock quickly out of Jane’s hungry cunt. And then she saw why
he had done what he did.
He was holding the unbelievably enormous ivory dildo before her, the twin
to the one that lay in a carved box in the library at Wressell Manor.
Jane shook her head. It was as if she had writhed in a fever dream up to
that moment, imprisoned in the sweet orgy of sex. But the sight of the
monstrous dildo was like a shock of icy water to her face.
It looked, to Jane, impossibly and unnaturally large-- as it in fact
was. Indeed, it was much larger than even Thomas’s cock, which was itself
far above average size. The ivory shaft was well over a foot long, and very
thick. I can’t do it! Jane thought desperately. I simply can’t! She looked
mutely up at Thomas.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked in an undertone. “Perhaps we
could fight our way out of here...”
And Jane realized in a rush that if she said no, nothing on earth could
compel him to do what he had promised Avis he would do. He would not force
the enormous dildo into her body without her consent-- not even if it meant
that they were all lost. Tears pricked her eyelids. She blinked them away
impatiently. There was no time for tears, and she didn’t dare the luxury of
even one thought about what was going to happen to her. “Yes,” she said.
Candlelight gleamed on the heavily carved white surface and flashed from
the inset jewels as Thomas lowered the dildo between Jane’s thighs.
Jane felt its gargantuan tip touch the wet, throbbing mouth of her cunt.
She had never felt anything half so large touch her there before. A cold
thrill of fear ran up her spine, and she willed herself not to shrink away.
Four men moved to hold down her arms; four, her legs. Jane struggled
frantically in a moment of pure terror, but it did no good at all. Dimly,
she understood why she must be held down for this. When the moment came, she
couldn’t have submitted calmly to the monstrous ivory rod about to enter her
sex, no matter that she had agreed to it.
Then she could not think anymore. It was beginning to enter her body. Her
vaginal lips were being stretched to their outermost limits, past anything
Jane would have thought possible. It passed the most flexible part of Jane’s
sex, the moist, engorged outer folds. Now would come the true test.
Slowly, slowly, Thomas pushed the dildo into her dilated, perfectly
prepared cunt. It took all his strength. The ivory pillar hesitated for a
moment and then began, incredibly, sliding within. Jane threw her head back
and howled, struggled, could not move against the hard, muscular male hands
holding her down. She was consumed with the fiery, blazing sensations. She
did not know, could not have said, if it was pain she felt. But in some
corner of her mind, she knew that it was not. Nor was it pleasure. It was
something beyond both.
Even with the twenty or thirty orgasms she had experienced, the dildo was
unbearably huge and hard, encrusted with carving and set with jewels as it
was. But in, and in, and in, it went. It would not have been possible at
all, had Jane’s cunt not been lubricated with the creamy come of thirty male
cocks. The men who had pumped this lubricating sperm into her sex in the
past hour all crowded round the bed, craning their necks to witness the
amazing sight.
Incredibly, Thomas forced the dildo into Jane’s cunt until it disappeared.
Then he pulled it out as far as he could and brutally rammed it back in,
again and again.
Actually, as he would explain later, he was trying as hard as he could to
be gentle. But there was no gentle way to enter any girl’s cunt with a thick
fourteen-inch rod of ivory, let alone Jane’s, that had been virgin such a
short time ago and was still so incredibly tight. Jane moaned savagely, her
body bucking upwards.
Several men leaned over her. A dozen male fingers rubbed at Jane’s engorged
clitflesh as the monster dildo slid in and out, in and out, the vaginal lips
nearly white with strain around it. Jane saw her field of vision going dark.
Tremendous, violent sensations stabbed at her cunt. Yet they weren’t
painful; in fact, they were... they were...
It was coming, and it was going to be more intense than any orgasm that she
had ever known. Jane realized that as the climax loomed.
The orgasm convulsed Jane with such savagery that the closest men, bent
over her, could actually see her vaginal lips seizing the ivory and her
cuntflesh contracting and quivering. All of her sex was engorged and swollen
beyond belief, and literally dripping juices onto the coverlet beneath. The
monstrous end of the dildo thrust from her slit, moving in and out with each
spasm of climax.
Each of the men had, in the last hour, fucked the cunt they now watched in
orgasm. They exchanged shocked glances, remembering. All of them had cocks
of respectable size, but few were much more than half the length and girth
of the dildo. It seemed impossible that the same cunt could contain the
ivory rod, could orgasm around it and clutch it even more tightly-- and yet
it did.
Jane was barely aware of the male faces that intently watched her orgasm.
She screamed out the unendurable ecstasy, cries and harsh groans jerked from
the depths of the explosion in her cunt. There was nothing in the world but
her cunt and fourteen inches of ivory.
The last effects of the cantharides ebbed away and disappeared. Without the
artificial aid of the drug, her convulsing cunt and clit simply reached the
maximum level of orgasm that a human could endure. Slowly, deliciously, Jane
slid down into unconsciousness.
The last thing she felt was the unending length of ivory being pulled from
her body with exquisite slowness. Inch by inch, her cunt gradually relaxed
its hold on the dildo. She closed her eyes and fell into the deepest sleep
she had ever known.
--
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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