Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  She waited.

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  Robert had bathed himself, no servant near. As he stood, toweling off naked in front of the mirror, a feeling of pride and achievement swept over him. His patience had rewarded him handsomely. He had attended the parades for many years and had seen many women, some, even a close resemblance to his Jane Somerset, but always, something was missing. He could have settled for a close approximation many times. He didn't. Now he had this girl who reminded him so much of his Jane it was uncanny.

  Edward would marry this girl. This girl he had never been formally introduced, this girl who was faceless and nameless to him, This girl he knew nothing of, this girl who resembled his Jane so much, and that was enough.

  Edward found his clothes pressed, in a neat stack on a chair. He dressed and made his way back to the grounds.

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  “Well, it seems your quest is finally at an end," the Duke spoke as Lord Edward came near.

  “It would seem so," Edward replied with a smile.

  “Then champagne is in order, is it not, my friend?” the Duke told him, rather than asked.

  “It would seem so," Edward replied.

  The Duke put an arm around Edward and led him off, away from the others.

  “I am happy for you Edward. I know how the visions of Jane have vexed you so, these many years. I hope this girl quells those visions, my friend," he spoke in earnest.

  “Thank you Thomas," he referred to the Duke in the familiar. "Without your lavish parades I fear I would still be lost," Edward was smiling at his friend.

  “Thankfully, you will never be lost again. Come, let us return to the others, lest they fear we scheme against them," to this they both laughed and returned to the others.

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  Once they were standing with the other nobles, the Duke spoke.

  “Lord Edward Cross, third Earl of Sutton and Master of Sutton House. It is time you are married.”

  All those present clapped softly with a “here, here".

  The same small man who had led him to his bath appeared as if out of smoke.

  “If you would follow me, My Lord, I shall reunite you with your bride," he told Edward.

  “Lead on," he told the man.

  They made their way from the parade grounds to an outbuilding, further down toward the gardens.

  Edward saw chairs and a table, masks neatly stacked on it.

  “After the wedding, My Lord, masks will no longer be needed," the man spoke to him.

  He then gestured to a gown hanging from a low branch of a tree.

  “Your brides after-ceremony garb, My Lord," the man explained. “In this, you will take her to your home,"

  The gown was extraordinary. Chenille and lace, with gold embroidery and a sheer lace bodice. He tried to picture the girl wearing this gown. He failed miserably.

  Edward took a chair, awaiting his bride.

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  Jane was being led through the gardens toward an outbuilding silhouetted nearby. As she broke from the gardens she saw Edward, fully clothed. He turned toward her, a smile dancing across his face.

  “My Lady," he called to her.

  “My Lord," she called back, mask firmly in place.

  More bindings had been applied for what was to come; It seemed there was no time for pleasantry's. The small man motioned to the door of the outbuilding, bidding them enter. Taking the girl's hand in his, they entered the room.

  **********

  What Edward saw was alarming. There was a large bed with a thick feather mattress, sheets so white they hurt his eyes. Candles flickered from all sides of the bed, illuminating it almost as daylight.

  The people sat in a circle around the bed. Men with their brides, all of them in their white lace capes and black masks. A partition in the circle of chairs created a pathway to the bed.

  There, at the head of this pathway, stood a man in holy garments. Edward could distinguish no denomination. He felt his bride's grip tighten on his hand. Edward was baffled by what he saw here.

  “Come forward," the priest bid them, gesturing with one hand, a book in the other.

  Edward and his bride drew close.

  “You are to be married?” the priest asked.

  “Yes," came the reply from both Edward and Jane, who was still unknown to him. As they stood there, the priest spoke his words in Latin, motioning the two when to answer “yes".

  In less than a quarter-hour it was done. The priest had had the wedding bands that now adorned the couple's fingers.

  A large vellum sheet was signed by the three and the marriage was sanctified. All that was left was to consummate the union.

  Both Edward and his bride now understood. They were to consummate their union while the crowd watched. An uncomfortable flush came over Edward as he walked the short pathway to the bed, his bride in hand.

  She had given no resistance.

  They both stood at the foot of the bed, turned face to face. The priest spoke.

  “You may disrobe," there was no sound from the crowd encircling them. All Edward could hear was the breathing of each person.

  His bride released the clasp of her cape. It slipped down her body to the floor. She stepped closer to him. Her hands began the task of removing his clothes. He stood still and silent, his member growing with each passing moment. He had never been so aroused before.

  Jane's hands deftly unbuttoned and removed Edwards clothing, piece by piece. She could see his man bulge wanting to burst free of his trousers. Jane obliged its request. The two stood naked. Edward's cock hard and erect, Jane's nipples the same. She felt a familiar warmth from her cunt. She knew she was wet. Taking Edward by the hand, she laid herself down on the bed.

  They began.

  Robert immediately dropped to his knees, face between his bride's open legs. As his face grew closer he could almost feel the heat from her small, pink lips. He parted them with his thumbs and ran his tongue slowly down her warm, wet cunt.

  He saw her back arch, her fingers biting deeply into the soft mattress, sighs of ecstasy left her mouth. Rather than whip her small bud of a clitoris with his tongue, Edward licked it slowly. For his efforts, he received a wave of her cunt's fluid, sweet and warm. His bride was moaning now, lost in the sensations he was providing her. He swallowed down her sweet, velvet honey dew.

  The crowd softly murmured to themselves, enjoying the show.

  Jane's moans grew louder, and louder to a hoarse volume. Jane's body was writhing on the soft sheets of the bed, taking wave after wave of pleasure.

  Several minutes later, Jane was screaming as her pussy began cumming, wave after wave. She could feel the multitude of eyes upon her and cared not. Her ecstasy was unprecedented. Never, ever had she felt what she was feeling now. Edward's tongue ran slowly across every portion of her cunt, bringing her to ejaculate her sweet wetness over and over.

  She ached for his cock. She wanted to feel it deep inside her, ramming its head to the bone.

  Edward granted her wish.

  Rising from his knees, he lay atop her on the bed. Placing the mushroom of his cock's head against her warm, wet cunt lips. He entered her slowly.

  Jane felt his thickness pass her cunt lips and enter her. Edward's substantial member spread the walls of her vagina wide, almost to the point of tearing. The pain struck her like a cut from a knife. With her hands around Edward's shoulders, she pulled her head up and bit in, attempting to quell the pain. It had no effect. She felt Edward's swollen staff push further into her.

  The pain continued.

  Edward felt the tightness of his brides cunt as he pushed his engorged cock further inside her. The warmth from her blood and honey dew spurted out from around his shaft and onto his mound and thighs. He felt her bite harder into his shoulder with a soft whimper. He pushed himself into her until he could go no further.

  Jane could feel both the length and immense girth of her husband's flesh club fill her to bursting. The pai
n was both harsh and sweet. She felt her slick, warm fluids flow from her cunt to the sheets, traveling slowly over her rose anus and down her tight ass cheeks.

  Edward was moaning in her ear, lust eclipsing everything else. The large, wide member inside her began to move again. In and out of her slowly. New bursts of pain assaulted her senses.

  Edward knew his cock was causing his bride pain, but cared little. All he had in his mind was to pull and plunge his staff into her over and over. He felt how wet, no, soaked she was in her cum and blood.

  He began to fuck her with vigor.

  Jane felt the flesh Edward had pushed so deeply inside her begin its rhythmic battering of her small, tight cunt.

  Edward's breath was harsh in her ear as he methodically pulled out, then pushed back into her so deeply. Then, as if by magics, the pain started to ebb, replaced by a feeling of rough, but soothing joy. Despite herself, her hips moved up to Edward's every thrust, wanting every bit of his hard, pulsing cock inside her.

  She came again, and the pain was gone. Her moans echoed through the room.

  Edward could hold back no longer. His hands grasped his brides small, round ass cheeks and pulled them into him. He pushed as hard as he was able, burying his man flesh deep and completely inside his bride. He remained totally still as his cock emptied it's cum deep into her wet void. A mixture of his cum, her cum and blood gushed from around his cock, soaking his entire lower body. He held tight as he emptied his seed inside her, explosion after explosion until all was expended.

  Jane could feel her vagina fill with her husband's thick, voluminous cum. She let out a soft moan as the pressure of both Edwards manhood and his seed caused her to burst into another wave of slick honey dew. The fluids mixed inside her cunt, then escaped around Edward's wide staff in a stream.

  There was no part of her nethers that was not completely covered in the cocktail of cum and blood. The bed beneath her was soaked to its core. Unbelievable volumes of thick wetness showered both her and Edward. Pulling in a huge breath of air, she knew she had been spent.

  Edward rolled off his bride, barely able to breath, blood rushing to his head, threatening to make him lose consciousness. On his back, he drew in breath after breath of clean, sweet air until his body returned to its normal function.

  He rolled his head and looked at his bride. He could see her chest heaving, her small, pink nipples still standing erect. From the middle of her belly down, she was soaked in cum. Some of the salty substance had begun to form a sticky coating over her thighs.

  She turned her head toward him, mask still in place and mouthed “remove it and see your bride."

  Lord Edward rolled onto his side and gently removed his bride's mask. In the flickering light of the candles he saw Jane's sweet, beautiful face.

  “But this could not be,” he thought.

  Rubbing his eyes, he gazed upon her again. She spoke.

  “I love you Edward. I will let no other ever touch me."

  Edward was taken aback. It was his Jane. Her sweet voice and sculpted face ensured him he was not dreaming.

  “Is it truly you?” he asked, dreading the wrong answer.

  “It is, Edward. Robert and I are divorced. We can be together, man and wife," she told him, smiling.

  “My love," Edward spoke to her, a tear in his eye.

  “My love," Jane repeated, kissing his lips softly.

  “Let us leave here. Let us go home," Edward was almost whimpering now.

  “Yes, my love. Let us go home," she agreed in her sweetest of voices.

  “Yes Edward," she thought to herself. “Let us go home to that huge, magnificent estate. To the jewels you will shower upon me, to the wealth I will now have. I will be Lady Cross, Countess of Sutton and I shall do your every bidding.”

  She smiled a sweet smile to herself.

  Life will be good.

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  THE END

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  She wanted to feel his hot batter erupting deep inside her.

  Poor young Alex. Although he was legal (barely), his parents didn't trust him to be alone for the weekend. All he wanted was to spend time with his dirty magazines, oogling the slutty models. Little did he know his life was about to change forever when his fantasies would walk off the page and into his bed. Miss Sofia, the new caretaker his family hired to watch over him, knew how young and impressionable Alex's mind was...and how he wouldn't be able to stop once he was inside. She also knew the right words to say and how to use her authority over him to make him cum and cum and never ever stop. Getting knocked up was of no concern to her. Once under her seductive spell, Alex would go to any length to taste her sweet pussy nectar again, even if it means filling her to the BRIM with his hot load...

  ***************

  Alex opened the magazine and began studying the two-page spread carefully. In front of him was a stunning woman in her early 40s with a soft but focused expression peering over her black-framed glasses. Her salacious lips had a look of wanting. Her eyes seemed to gaze off the page and into his own. She had shoulder-length copper-toned curly played with the straps of the chic lace lingerie set she was wearing: a bra bursting at the seams, a black leather corset with hasp lines in the front hugged her hourglass figure, half transparent panties explicated a thin red line of pubic hair and black net stockings covered her long legs all the way down to her shiny leather shoes on slim heels.

  “Damn!” he thought to himself, struggling to take all the view in at once. The cursive letters at the top of the page read “Miss Sofia, teacher, 45 years old, CA”.

  Alex let his free hand drift inside his pajama pants and began to press down hard onto his rapidly rising cock; as if to keep it subdued. Despite his attempts, his dick continued to grow. His pupils widened as he continued to study the fiery temptress spread across both pages.

  Alex's breath had been momentarily halted by the breath-taking vista laid out before him in all of its resplendent colors. Alex slowly turned the page only to find Miss Sofia in another two-page photograph. This time she stood tall and strong with her hands behind her head facing forward with no bra to be seen. Her juicy tits were round and fresh; like two grapefruits in the prime of harvest season, complete with tiny pink nipples like cherries resting on top of vanilla cakes.

  Alex brought the magazine up to his lips and seductively kissed where one of the nipples was printed. He tried to imagine the sweet flavor of her skin; if only he could taste her breasts in reality, he thought.

  What would they taste like?

  Honeysuckle?

  Mango?

  Peach?

  His imagination was racing.

  His hot cock grew engorged–demanding to be touched. Alex grabbed his dick with a strong and merciless grip; trying to prevent his natural response from growing untamed. Miss Sofia was looking straight into Alex’s eyes as if beckoning his name; welcoming him to invade her space.

  Turning to the next page caused Alex to squeeze his cock so hard it hurt. His manhood was growing fully erect now; as if it had a mind of its own. This time the redhead goddess was sitting in a chair with her legs wide open. She held one hand between her thighs, teasingly touching–but fully covering–her most intimate part. The fingers of her other hand were playfully squeezing her nipple between her index finger and thumb. Alex let slip a hushed moan as he moved his palm up and down his penis in a slow rhythm. It felt so good he couldn't help but close his eyes as the sensation captivated his attention. A moment later he slowly opened his eyes only to find Miss Sofia winking at him playfully and blowing a kiss. Alex couldn't help but imagine the kiss was for him.r />
  He closed his eyes once more and imagined the photograph coming to life. He envisioned her leaving her chair and slowly walking towards him as graceful as a model on a catwalk; her shoes clicking with each step. Alex's attention was divided between the pulses of pleasure caused by his hand and the fantasy unfolding in his mind. His hand sped up as he continued playing with his cock now covered in precum.

  Miss Sofia was now so close to Alex he could breathe in the sweet smell of her feminine perfume. She moved in close, bringing her face inches from his open lips as if she was about to eat him alive. She abruptly turned around showing him her firm backside as she bent over; her fingers grasped the heels of her ebony shoes. Bent at the waist, her legs stood straight revealing her beautifully curved buttocks. Her ass now hovering an inch from his yearning cock.

  All at once Alex's body bucked, his eyes crossed and he gasped as he felt a hot ecstasy splash over his body. A hot stream of seed erupted inside his pants.

  “Fuuuuf!” he exclaimed in a momentary loss of control.

  He was typically quiet during his extra-curricular activities; but this time his screams filled the bedroom. Alex took a moment to catch his breath and sit still for a spell, enjoying the temporary union of body and mind. Miss Sofia continued to seductively stare at him from the magazine page.

  Alex untied and pulled down his pajama pants before throwing them into a laundry bin. He grabbed a wet wipe, cleaned himself and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. That was his first climax of the day but usually he would average three or four daily.

  Suddenly Alex's bedroom door creaked open; causing him to hastily close the magazine and throw it under his bed. The door continued to open until Alex's father poked his head in the room.

  “Hey son, I heard a yell...is everything OK?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

  “You haven't been up to 'no good', have you?”

  “What? N-no dad. Come on...you know it's not cool when you don't knock!” Alex chuckled nervously.

  He studied his dad's face, as if to determine if his father knew more than he was letting on.

  “Uh huh...I see. You've sure been spending a lot of time in your bedroom ever since you became an adult last week!” Alex's father said before pausing for a moment.