by Pamela Prim
“No! Stop!” Cassandra cried out. “Not like this… no!”
“Why are you teasing me so unashamedly, milady?” Gareth almost wept as he pulled back. “I can’t help it!”
“Look, Gareth!’ Cassandra gasped. “I know I teased you… but this is wrong. We can’t do this… if someone found out, I will be ruined.”
“But I… I need to… I can’t take this.” Gareth’s eyes brimmed with tears and he noticed a tinge of guilt come over her.
“Oh, Gareth.” She looked at him with a pained expression. “I couldn’t help myself, I know I took it a bit too far, but it’s been so long… and you being here has aroused me beyond my control, but this is so wrong.”
“I don’t mind…” He said, almost begging her. “And there’s no one else here… for miles.”
The woman looked thoughtful for a while as she chewed her lower lips, with her wide green eyes feasting on the sight of his hard naked cock. He could tell that she wanted it more than anything right then, and he twitched the pulsing organ a few times for her benefit.
“Aw, fuck everything!” Cassandra finally grinned at him. “I know I want this as much as you do… come on!” She grabbed his jutting cock and led him by it to the bed. Gareth followed meekly, his aching rod feeling some comfort in her warm soft hand. She pushed him down on his back and eagerly stared at his stiff pole sticking upward. “Oh, it’s been a while.” She whispered and began stroking his blood gorged cock slowly. Her hand moved up and down the shaft and Gareth found it more and more difficult with every breath to hold back his impending eruption. As she opened her moist red lips and took in the throbbing head, Gareth felt a surge of electrifying tingles run through him and culminate in his testicles. Cassandra’s soft, thick lips wrapped around the shaft and Gareth grunted, feeling his balls give in to release. His cum shot up and into Cassandra’s hungry mouth like a geyser going off. She gagged and swallowed and gagged again. She pushed back her fiery red hair from her eyes and greedily swallowed his erupting seed. Her sucking intensified and he felt his cock going numb. This woman seemed hell-bent to drain him to the last drop.
“It really has been a long while since I last had a taste of man juice.” She said as she paused to lick her lips. “And that was almost a lifetime ago.”
She stroked him harder and clamped her mouth down on him again. Gareth’s cock squirted for a good few minutes more before his stream of cum began to trickle. His young meat stayed hard though and Cassandra looked all the more grateful for it. She continued her lavish oral ministrations on his throbbing organ as she slobbered her saliva mixed with his cum all over the thick shaft and beetroot red head. Her tongue swirled around the smooth knob and Gareth desperately bucked his hips upward, burying more of his rigid flesh into her salivating throat.
“Oh, good heavens.” Cassandra Van Reagan panted. “That was more than I ever had in my entire life from my husband. My pussy is so hot and wet right now, I want more, farm boy. I want your rock hard plough deep in my furrow.” With that she took her mouth off his still pulsing shaft and crawled over him. The horny woman churned her hips and rubbed her dripping pussy against his rampant cock. She grinned wide, saliva and cum smeared all over her lovely face as her fiery green eyes met his delirious gaze.
“How was that, lover?” Her husky voice floated into his ear and he could only gasp and swallow hard. As she positioned herself over him and guided the pulsing spear into her soaking wet slit, he felt her soft pendulous breasts press against his chin. She cupped them and pushed the softness up against his face. Her hard nipples probed at his mouth, like delectable cherries they were, ripe and ready to be plucked. “Suck my breasts, Gareth. Take my aching nipples into your mouth.” She moaned chokingly. “Suck them dry and I’ll ride you till your balls retract.”
Gareth could manage only a muffled response as his mouth opened to stuff in those yielding globes of womanly softness. His hungry lips sucked her taut nipples and his lashing tongue smothered saliva all over them. A strange tingling sensation ran all over his young body as his straining cock was engulfed into a warm and wet tunnel of feminine tenderness. Cassandra moaned and grunted into his ear as her hips churned over him and he rose and bucked his pelvis to match her thrusts.
“Oh, Come on, Gareth!” Cassandra cried, ‘Fuck me! Fuck my hot pussy! Fuck me, farm boy!”
“Uh... Yes! Yes... milady!” Gareth managed to grunt through her massive juggs and felt his body tensing up for another rush of an eruption. His young cock had never known of anything like this and got even harder to make the most of it.
Suddenly there was a loud rap on the front door and Gareth felt a surge of panic come over him. “Don’t mind that…” Cassandra managed between choking gasps. “Don’t stop… just keep fuck... fucking me!”
“But it... it’s…” He stammered, feeling the blood ebb away from his erection.
“It’s probably his Lordship!” She told him with indifference.
“What?” Gareth felt icy chills run down his spine and his cock lost all sensitivity.
“My loving husband couldn’t care less … but to hell with that… Fuck me! I’m going to… cuh… cuummmmm!”
What? He was stunned. Her husband was right outside the door and she couldn’t really care. What if he barged right in and found them like this? Gareth would have feared for his life, if only the whole notion of fucking a woman with her husband just a few feet away wasn’t so damn exciting. Then, just at it had manifested over him, the fear of being caught dissipated, and was replaced by a thrill that could only come with the prospect of going over the edge. That was something his dull and drab life had never let him have, and now he could. He embraced the prospect with both hands, just as he was embraced by the wildly aroused woman riding on his cock. And with his fear being flushed by a surge of adrenaline, blood rushed back into his cock, making it swell to its fullest and stretching the Lady Cassandra Van Reagan like she had never been stretched before.
The sudden rush of resurgence made Cassandra rise up and arch her back over him. She leaning backwards and her body shuddered as her swollen pussy tightened over Gareth’s engorged cock. Her orgasm exploded in violent spasms and her red haired head shook wildly. The sight of her cumming so hard made Gareth explode. He felt his rigid cock get fuller and tighter inside her pussy and he emptied his fertile seed into a woman for the first time in his life. He felt a sensation of euphoria course through him like never before. His hands could never give him the pleasure he felt then and he shivered at the prospect of getting to fuck this woman again and again, for something told him that she would certainly make it so.
Spent and exhausted, the noble woman fell back in a heap and lay with her shapely legs spread wide before him. Her pussy still throbbed, hot pink and swollen. Gareth’s hot sperm trickled out along with her own love juices and the sight of her spread out before him made Gareth bolder. He crawled over and buried his face into her welcoming muff. Licking and slobbering like a bloodhound, his first taste of a woman, Gareth didn’t care that his own fluids mingled with hers. He was in heaven and he was going make choirs of angels sing for him.
The sudden sound of the bedroom door opening was missed by the woman writhing in ecstasy but it made Gareth’s blood run cold. He looked up to see the Lord of the Manor standing there looking in. His eyes were hard and cold, and fixed right on him. Gareth’s stomach tightened and felt it would rapidly exit out of his bottom whole. He couldn’t move. His mouth was still buried inside Lady Van Reagan’s red fiery bush. Other footfalls came up the stairway and paused outside the room. Lord Van Reagan’s deep masculine voice addressed the person outside “These are her Ladyship’s rooms, be wary of entering without knocking. And down this way is my study. Stay clear of here and none will find fault with you. The rest of the manor is yours to explore and take good care of.”
“Yes, your Lordship!” A female voice responded softly. Gareth couldn’t see the young woman who the Lord was talking to, but he guessed she had to
be a new maid.
The Lord Van Reagan shut the door of the bedroom and his footfalls receded. Gareth sat up quickly and looked at the woman he had lost his virginity to. Cassandra Van Reagan lay spread eagled before him, lost in deep slumber with a satisfied smile on her lovely face. Panic gripped him hard. He slid off the bed and reached for the fresh set of clothes she had kept ready for him. It didn’t matter if it were not his size, he hastily put them on.
He approached the door of the bedroom with silent dread. The Lord would surely be waiting for him outside, probably with a loaded pistol. He looked around the lavish bedroom for a window to climb out of, but every one of them had iron bars on them. The only way out was through the door. His eighteen year old heart beating faster than it ever did, Gareth gingerly pushed the door open just a little and peered though the crack. He couldn’t see anyone in the hallway. Pushing the door further outward, he stepped through. There wasn’t anyone there but him.
With one last sorrowful look at the lovely red haired woman asleep in all her naked beauty, Gareth closed the door and walked down the hall, with his back pressed to the wall like a thief in the night. He would never get to be with the wonderful woman again, he was certain. By heaven, he would be fortunate to get out of there with his life. He sneaked down the stairs and hastened his steps toward the front door. The loud crack of a whip made him stop dead in his tracks.
“Leaving already?” Lord Van Reagan’s deep voice sounded behind him.
He turned slowly, his blood having turned several times to water and threatening to exit his person through the appendage that had so satisfied the lady of the house. “M-my L-lord?” His voice was a trembling squeak. “I-I… the farm… livestock… needs feeding, my lo-lord.”
Edmonton Percival Van Reagan, Lord of the entire Western Humpton County, stood before him with a large goblet of wine in one hand and a wickedly coiled whip of dark gleaming leather in the other. Behind him on a lavish couch sat a young woman dressed as a maid. She was rather pretty, blonde, blue eyed and pleasantly full of figure. But Gareth’s attention did not linger long on her; it went back to Van Reagan and the long whip that he held.
“Very good.” The master of the house nodded. “Now tell me, did the Lady of the house pay you for assisting her back to the manor after she fell of her horse?”
“I-I… no, I mean… yes, milord.” Gareth managed, fearing any moment now to face the wrath of the cuckolded man.
“How much did she pay you?” Van Reagan suddenly looked very bored and dropped the whip to one side.
“Uh… she.. er…” Gareth didn’t quite know what answer the man expected and he knew it best not to lie, though the truth could get him killed right there and then.
“Not in gold then.” Van Reagan smiled and fished a hand into his pocket. He drew out a small leather pouch, bounced it on his palm a few times and tossed it at Gareth. “There, that should suffice… for now.”
Gareth caught the pouch with trembling hands, looking at the man with confusion writ large on his face.
“Now be gone, farm boy.” Van Reagan turned away from him and waved his hand. “You will be summoned when your services are further required.”
Stunned by what had just happened, Gareth made his way out of the manor in a daze. He managed to find his way back to the little hut he lived in and sat down on the ground, his mind frantically trying to work out what had happened. Did the Lord of the manor pay him to fuck his wife, or was the payment for helping her back home earlier? Surely it was Van Reagan himself who stood by that open door as Gareth pleasured the Lady of the manor. And yet he rewarded him, instead of the punishment the kind of crime demanded. What Van Reagan really had in store for him, Gareth wondered, and an intense dread clawed its way into his heart.
*****
The next day Gareth understood what the Lord had meant when he said that he would be summoned if his services would be needed further. He had been paid because he had been hired to do a job. He couldn’t believe it at first, but the pretty blonde maid standing outside his door couldn’t have made it plainer.
“You are summoned, farmer.” She repeated impatiently. “Lord Van Reagan does not like to be kept waiting.”
He stared at the young woman for a while. She was definitely younger than the Lady Van Reagan, at least by ten years. Her figure was tighter, she had firmer hips and her young breasts were more pert. He couldn’t help thinking about her naked, preferably with his cock buried in her pussy.
“Are you done staring?” She asked him coldly.
“Uh, yes... I mean no… I mean…” His face felt hot and flustered.
“I know what you mean.” she suddenly giggled and turned around. “Follow me.”
He didn’t really have to follow her. He knew quite well where to go. The Manor had always been there before his eyes for the entirety of his life. But yesterday was the first time he had been inside, and what a day that had been. He wondered if Lady Van Reagan would be there. It seemed her husband and she had some kind of arrangement that allowed them to fuck with younger people. And it was quite evident that this comely young maid was doing just that for the Lord, and with the Lady’s kind consent. That also explained why he was still walking and not lying dead somewhere with a pistil shot buried in his forehead.
As he wondered about these wondrous things, the manor loomed up before them and the maid led him inside. In the large hall, the master of the house was waiting, dressed in a fine cut suit. And beside him, attired in only a housecoat stood his wife, the fiery redhead whom Gareth had lost his virginity to less than twenty four hours ago.
“Ah, welcome back, dear farm boy.” Van Reagan said with an air of authority. “Rested well, I pray.”
“I… yes, milord.” Gareth mumbled, trying hard to keep his eyes averted from the Lady of the manor.
“I was well pleased by what you did yesterday, my young friend.” Van Reagan smiled at him. “And today I wish to witness with my own eyes of what I have been told … please me again and your rewards with be twofold.”
Gareth blinked and stared at the Lord and Lady in turns. He also glanced at the maid as she silently stood behind the Lady Van Reagan.
“What the Lord means to say, dear Gareth.” Cassandra Van Reagan looked at him with a warm smile. “Is that he wants you to fuck me with you big cock while he watches and gets himself off.”
“Precisely.” Van Reagan added. “I prefer to watch rather than do. So, are you ready to put on a show for me, farm boy?”
Gareth felt lightheaded. He wondered if he had heard correctly. This powerful man, this lord of the entire county, wanted to watch him have sex with his lady wife and then was going to pay him for it with gold. Yes, gold it was that he found in the pouch the lord and tossed over to him the day before, five freshly minted coins of gold with the good King Ferdinand’s profile embossed on them.
“Come, come, my darling.” Cassandra Van Reagan walked up to him and took his arm. “The evening is young and we have to be done before supper.”
“Indeed, we are to leave for the king’s castle early tomorrow.” Van Reagan said and led them towards what looked like a master bedroom made for kings.
Gareth suddenly felt very frightened. It was one thing being seduced by an older woman and enjoying the pleasure she offered. But to have her husband, the high and mighty lord of the county, watching… now that was something he could never have dreamt of at all, even if he lived for a hundred years.
Cassandra gave him a smoldering look and led him by the hand into the lavish bedroom. Van Reagan strode up to a large armchair that was facing the bed and sat himself down on it like a king would. The bed was a plush oversized affair, decked with pillows and cushions of all manner and colors. The redheaded Lady of the manor untied her robe and let if fall to the carpeted floor. She stood there before him in all her ripe sensual nakedness. Instantly Gareth felt his cock begin to rise and push against his tight breeches.
“Oh, look.” Cassandra pointed with wid
e eyed wonder. “Our mighty stallion rears. Shall I set it free for a good riding, my lord?”
“Yes, you may, my dear lady.” Her husband said in a throaty voice. “But first you must restrain its master.”
Gareth didn’t quite understand what the lord of the manor meant by that. He couldn’t really care, all he wanted was another night of pleasure with the woman who filled his every waking thought and his dreams. He was thrilled at her touch as she stripped him of his clothes. Naked now and his cock standing at full attention, all nine inches of it, he thrust his hips forward. She smiled at him and pushed him down on the bed. Gareth enjoyed the freefall backward and sank into the soft yielding pillows with ecstatic fervor as his cock slapped against his belly and then shot back upright.
Cassandra caressed his bare hairless chest and then gently ran her hands over his arm all the way to this wrist, slowly stretching his arm up to the bed post. She did something and he heard a click, he didn’t focus on what it was, his eyes were mesmerized by her pendulous breasts swaying over his bemused face. She did the same with his other arm and then glided down his naked body. She grabbed his swollen cock and gave the throbbing head a long slobbering kiss. He heard Van Reagan encourage her softly. Then she slid her body down the length of his rather short legs and heard that click again. Only when she released his second leg did he realize that he had been shackled to the bed, his wrists to the oaken headboard and his ankle to the footboard.
