She screamed out, the pleasure rocketed through her body, the warm heat spread out from her core, and spread to all over her body.
The doctor looked down to see what had caused Priscilla to scream, and saw that the Duke was in between her legs, his head buried deeply.
The doctor licked his lips, he could smell the sex, and it smelled sweet and musky. He would love to taste it, but didn’t want to be the one to ask.
As if he could tell that he was being watched, Harold looked up into the eyes of the doctor.
“You want some?” Harold questioned.
“Yes.” The doctor did not hesitate. He answered quickly and moved fast to position himself for a taste of the Duchess.
Chapter 10
The doctor looked down at the moistness that was the lower part of the Duchess. He could smell the sex fill the room as he moved closer, he wanted to taste it. He moved his tongue down the sides of her lips then he slipped it inside, and tasted her juices. The sweetness was overwhelming. The scent was intoxicating.
He dived into her pussy, his tongue buried deeply as he probed her orifice. His noise hit her nub, and he felt her jump from the touch.
The doctor looked up to see that the Duchess had the Duke’s big cock in her mouth. He watched the action for a few minutes, then went back down and licked her more. He focused on her inner folds, and sucked on her clit more, and inserted a couple of fingers into her. She was soaked as he pulled his fingers out and licked the juices off of the
“You can fuck her if you want.” Harold said to the doctor.
He wanted to lick her a bit more first though, but he pulled his trousers down to release his pent up dick. It was not as big as the Duke’s, but it was respectable. Around 8 inches long, he had never been shy to use it in the past.
This was a different day though. This was the Lord and the Lady of the village. If this happened how could he stay in the town?
“Don’t worry, it’s fine, I said it was.” Harold interrupted the doctor’s thoughts.
The doctor could resist no longer, he put his cock at the opening of her pussy. He pushed forward and was lost in the wetness. He hadn’t been with a woman in some time and this was almost too exciting for him. But he didn’t want the moment to end either.
So instead of fucking her fast and furious he stopped and waited. Letting the warm moisture of her pussy soak into his skin, and his mind. He looked at the Duke to see what he was doing with his wife, and saw that she had his cock in her mouth.
He stayed still, and watched the action. He let the juices of the Duchess pool around his hard member.
Harold turned to see the doctor staring intently at Priscilla and his own cock. He smiled at the man. “So what does she feel like?”
The doctor jumped as if he had been shocked. “Oh I’m sorry I was so intent on watching I didn’t realize you were talking to me! It is really nice though, so soft, so moist!”
Harold laughed. “How long it’s been doc?”
“A long time, maybe 10 years.” He admitted, as he turned a bit red.
“Don’t feel bad, glad we could help you get back on the horse, so to speak!” Harold laughed.
The doctor decided he was relaxed enough he could thrust a few times and not cum right away. He pulled out and pushed back into the moistness of the Duchess’s pussy. It was delightful, he wanted to pound away, fuck her fast and hard, and then get hard and fuck again.
The biggest problem was that he wasn’t sure if he could get hard that quick again or not. Since it had been so long for him. Maybe he could? However, in the past, it would take him several hours at the least before he would be able to go again.
Finally, his mind lost the battle and he only thought with his pleasure centers. He thrust in deeply and fucked the Duchess hard and fast. He was shocked that he lasted as long as he did, about 10 minutes and he was tired of the hard fucking. He slowed down again, and fucked her a bit slower.
Priscilla came up to match his thrust. She pushed back up as he came down. She was getting very close to an orgasm, and really wanted the release.
The doctor felt rested so he sped up and again, and fucked the Duchess hard. It had been a while for him, but he could still sense when the woman was getting close to an orgasm. He wanted to help send her over the edge.
He thrust in one more time and shot his load. His cock was buried deep inside of her pussy, and he felt the ripples of her muscles as she had an orgasm. She screamed. It felt nice, very nice.
Chapter 11
As the doctor stepped back from filling up Priscilla’s pussy, he moved in and inserted his cock. Harold wanted to fuck her hard and fill her up again. His seed was ready. She had almost made him cum when she sucked him. But Harold had held off, he wanted to soak her pussy in his juice as well.
“Have her clean your cock off with her mouth.” Harold told the doctor as he pushed into the hole that had just been fucked.
The doctor gladly gave his dick to the Duchess. She sucked it in, and lowered her mouth all the way down. She held his cock in her mouth as her tongue swirled around the tip of it. She played with his balls as she sucked and stroked his cock. It wasn’t long before he felt the life coming back into his once dead prick.
Harold pounded away at Priscilla, as he moved his hips and rocked his cock back and forth inside of her. He wanted to hit all the right spots. He wanted to give her yet another orgasm. It had seemed that when she had multiple orgasms in a row that was when he had noticed her weakness.
Priscilla enjoyed the sex, and the attention of two men. Her body hummed with pleasure and she could feel that another orgasm quickly built inside of her. As Harold thrust his cock into her pussy, she sucked on the doctor’s bulging penis. She noticed he was hard again, and wanted to have her body penetrated in both holes below.
“Harold, can we do the double thing?” She pulled the doctor’s cock out of her mouth to ask.
“If he doesn’t mind.” Harold said as he pointed to the doctor.
The doctor was unsure of what they wanted. “What double thing?” He asked.
“Where you fuck me in the ass while Harold is in my pussy.” Priscilla stated.
The doctor had never fucked anyone in the ass. Though it wasn’t his idea of fun, he decided these were the two who ran the land, so he felt as if he was required.
“I guess I can try it. I’m honestly not sure if I will stay hard though.” He admitted.
“You’ll stay hard.” Harold answered, he sounded quite sure of that.
They rearranged the Duchess so it was easier for the doctor to get behind her.
“Do you have some kind of lube though?” Priscilla asked.
“Yes of course.” The doctor got some stuff out of a cabinet and opened the jar. He put some on his finger, then some on the tip of his dick.
“Ready?” He asked.
“Yes.” Priscilla said.
He slowly entered into her. He pushed a little bit in at a time. Finally he had his cock inside of her ass, the first time he had ever done this in his life. It was tight, so tight it almost constricted his cock too much.
But as he held his cock in position, he felt how close the Duke’s cock was, feeling it against the skin that separated this part of the Duchess’s body from her pussy. It felt very erotic.
He pulled out a bit, then pushed forward, being careful to not go too fast. As he went in and out a few more times, he felt the muscles relax a bit more. He also felt the Duke as he fucked her pussy.
Priscilla screamed, she felt a huge orgasm as it built. “I’m going to cum!” She screamed out loud.
Both the doctor and the Duke sped up. They fucked her hard and fast in both holes. Priscilla convulsed and shook as her body was hit by the orgasm.
The doctor could hold back no more, he thrust one more time and emptied his seed into her ass. Still amazed that it had felt as good as it had.
The Duke also shot his load and he filled up her pussy.
The doctor remove
d his dick and the sperm drained out from her ass. The Duke moved next, and more sperm drained from her pussy.
She looked used, and used hard. Priscilla panted, her breathing harsh.
“See what I mean?” Harold said as he pointed out how she looked and acted.
The doctor looked at her and was puzzled by what he saw. “Let me go and review a few of my books.” He said as he rushed out of the room.
Harold held his wife. She was limp. She smiled up at him. “I’m sorry my love, I don’t know what is wrong!”
“Doctor, have you found anything yet?” He shouted.
“No, give me a minute!”
Harold looked at Priscilla and he was pale. Her skin color was too white. “My dear, are you going to be okay?” He asked.
Priscilla looked up at him, a tear dropped from her eye. “I’m not sure my love.”
He watched her, closely, listened to her breathing, and heard it stop.
“Doctor, come quick.” He shouted.
The doctor rushed into the room. “What?”
Harold pointed, and the doctor panicked. He bent over, heard a very light breath. He rushed to the cupboard, and pulled out a bottle. He pulled out a needle and put some liquid into it. He pushed the needle into the Duchess’s vein and inserted the liquid.
“Is she going to be okay?” Harold asked.
“Shh, let me listen.” The doctor said. He had his stethoscope in his ears and had it on the Priscilla’s chest. He listened, he heard a faint heartbeat, and it was there but was light. Too light for his liking.
Harold looked drained, he didn’t want to lose his wife; she was the love of his life. He watched and observed the doctor and prayed that his wife would be okay.
“There is a faint heartbeat. I don’t like this, when she is stable, we have to take her to town.” The doctor said.
“Do you know what may be wrong?” Harold asked.
“I think it’s her heart. It didn’t sound right, like it was not beating right.” He answered seriously.
“Am I going to lose her?” Harold asked.
“Not if I can help it. But you may have to be careful. Not have sex as much, cut back a little at least. It may be hard, but it could be something that will allow her a few more years to live.”
“Anything for her. Is it safe at all?”
“I would wait for a bit. If she makes it through this, wait a month before you have sex again. I would cut back on multiple sessions.”
Harold sat down on the chair. It had been such a huge part of their life as sex was a constant companion. Something they did all the time. Not only with each other, but many other’s. Priscilla would be devastated. She loved sex.
“What if I can’t get her to listen?” Harold asked.
The doctor looked at the Duke, then the Duchess. “Well if she doesn’t listen. The next time you have sex may be the last.”
Harold shook. He looked down at his beautiful bride. Her color was getting better and he thanked God for
“Is there anything that can be done to help?” Harold finally asked.
“There are a few doctors who know more about this, they may be able to help. A really good one is Dr. Samuels in London. I would suggest you visit him.”
“How soon can I move her?” Harold asked.
“About two hours, just to be safe.”
Harold sat beside her and held her hand. He bent down and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Oh dear, what happened?” Priscilla tried to sit up. Harold held her down.
“Don’t exert yourself dear.” Harold said.
“You passed out, your heart almost stopped.” The doctor told her. “You need to rest.”
Priscilla looked at Harold to see if the doctor was serious. “He’s telling you the truth dear. We must go to London to visit the doctor. But we also have to cut down on sex.” Harold explained.
“Oh my.” Priscilla said. She looked at Harold knowing he was serious. She saw the dark look on his face. It was the kind of look that was reserved for the more serious things. The last time she had seen this face was when his father was dying. The Duke had this face then, when he knew that his father was only hours away from death. “Very well my dear, my time with you is worth so much more than just our sex. I love you.” She said and smiled.
Harold breathed a sigh of relief, he was glad she had agreed. He would miss the constant sex with his wife. Of course there were other females he could fuck. But that would not be the same. They had always been with others as a couple. Other men would fuck Priscilla and he would screw other females. He was not sure if he could just make her watch. Or if he could leave her at home while he went out and screwed.
“Maybe the doctor will know what will help.” He said, more for himself than her.
THE END
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The Duke’s Ghost
Regency Paranormal Romance
By: Rosamund Talbot
The Duke’s Ghost
Chapter One
Those of us who have lived in or have otherwise spent an extended amount of time in an old but not quite historical house are aware that, as years pass by, a house absorbs the emotions and experiences of those who dwell within its walls. In some cases, a house may even absorb the very souls of former inhabitants reluctant to leave their one-time home. Such was the case with the manor of Duke Owen Fitzgerald, a second-generation Duke who had inherited both his title and his manor following the death of his father in 1810, three years prior to the year in which our story takes place. The manor itself was like all manors in that it was old, grey and appeared to be in a state of decay to anybody who observed it from the outside. On the inside, however, the manor was very clearly home to a man of great wealth and was filled with intriguing ornaments and fine paintings, all increasing in value from the first floor living room to the Duke's chamber at the end of the top floor hallway. Candles burned eternally in all rooms, for the Duke was a superstitious man and had been taught by his departed mother that a burning candle would ward off all unwelcome and unwanted spirits. The manor was indeed an odd home and a place, which blurred the lines between this world and the world that we cannot see. It had always been so, but in the year 1813, the paranormal goings on were about to become greater and more frequent than ever before.
Owen, who preferred to be called "Duke Fitzgerald" as his first name was somewhat of an absurdity in England at the time, had waited until after his father's death to find him a wife. This was because the young man had a long-standing, inexplicable fear of marrying only to find he had not inherited his father's wealth and had no means of supporting his family. Of course, this fear was totally without merit and the new Duke received his inheritance almost immediately after the passing of his predecessor. Relieved and ready to begin his reign as Duke, he wasted little time in finding a bride. 1813 marked the second anniversary of the Duke's marriage and the birth of his first child.
"Harold, I simply cannot believe that I have become a father" the Duke remarked to his butler shortly after his child's birth. "I feel as though there is not a single thing in this world which could ruin the perfect happiness which I experience everyday."
"I am very glad to hear it, my lord. Of course, it is a shame your father cannot be with us to kiss the hand of his daughter-in-law and rock his
grandson by the fireside." Harold was right, it was indeed a shame that the former Duke could not be present to share in the delight of his son. Although he had never said it to his child, the elder Fitzgerald had, on more than one occasion, shared with his loyal butler the pain he felt upon never having become a grandfather. "Oh, if only my son had started a family when I was a younger man" he told Harold when it became clear that he did not have very long left to live. "If not for myself, then for the Duchess, who lived her entire fifty-eight years and did not see even a single grandchild."
Owen did feel a degree of guilt and a tinge of remorse for not beginning a family during his parents' lifetime, but he knew that he never would have been able to forgive himself if his wife and child had to live out their lives in poverty. "Best to have waited and live in security than to have rushed and become a beggar" he would tell himself several times a day. He would usually utter this phrase to himself following any encounter with Harold who would, more often than not, remind the Duke that his father would never be able to hold his grandchild. The butler simply could not help himself as he was quite fond of his new master, but he had worked for the previous Duke for so long that a close friendship had developed between the two and he felt as though his dear departed friend had been wronged by his son.
"Best to have waited and live in security than to have rushed and become a beggar" Owen whispered to himself as he ascended the staircase to the top of the manor. It was early evening and his wife and child were fast asleep in the nursery, which was located beside the marital chamber. The Duchess had been sleeping in the nursery since the birth of her baby and would likely remain there until she felt it was time to leave her child to sleep alone. The Duke had suggested hiring a nanny to take care of the child, but the new mother would not hear of it. She was almost insulted by the idea that anyone could play a hand in raising her child other than herself and her husband, and even he was subjected to a barrage of questions whenever he entered the nursery. Yes, the Duchess was somewhat overprotective of her son, but raising a future Duke was an important task, which required one's absolute dedication.
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