by Lucy Wild
Indecent
Fifteen Erotic Victorian Tales
Lucy Wild
Copyright 2016 Lucy Wild
Published by Luna Swift Publishing
All characters portrayed are consenting adults over the age of 18
Contents
The Lady and the Lesbian
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Wild Love
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
My Master
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Dress Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Kiss Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Cure Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Examine Me
Show Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Teach Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Olivia Twist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Carol Christmas
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Shelly Homes and the Red Pubed League
Maid to Serve
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Count Wetula
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
My Story
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The Lady and the Lesbian
Chapter 1
As I lay exhausted and aching all over, the blankets draped over me on Maria’s bed, I realised I’d never been this happy or this satisfied. Pressing the bell in the wall above my head would bring servants racing to my room to attend to my every desire. It was all so different to how I thought my life would go.
I was brought up in a tiny village, my childhood spent slaving over our smallholding, tending to father’s animals or weeding his crops, wishing all the while that there might be more to life than farming. I had little hope for the future. The girls in my village either got married and tended to their husband instead of their land, or they remained with their parents forever. I yearned for something more but had no idea how such a thing might be achieved or even what that something might be.
It all changed when I was standing next to the fire at the end of yet another exhausting day not long after turning eighteen, trying to warm my frozen mud coated fingers at the pathetic flickering flame in the grate. Rain dripped from the end of my thin dress, the fabric clinging to my skin and making me even colder.
My father coughed behind me to attract my attention. I turned in time to see him put down his tankard of ale and fold his arms across the ragged woollen jumper covering his chest. His expression scared me, it looked as if he was about to tell me something he knew would upset me.
“Lizzie my girl,” he said, taking a deep breath before continuing. “You’re eighteen now.”
“I am aware of that father,” I replied, pushing my back towards the fire, hoping the ice in my limbs might thaw at least a little. “I thought you were not though.”
“Meaning?”
“No gift for becoming an adult, not even a mention of my birthday.”
“I was at market,” he shrugged. “Tell me Lizzie, do you have any intentions of marrying?”
“No father.”
“No boys who catch your eye? Jonathan perhaps?”
“The baker’s son? He has his interests elsewhere, in the farmyard if rumours are to be believed.”
“No one else?”
“No father.”
“I thought not.” He lapsed into silence for a moment as if trying to decide how to word what he wanted to say. “I have a new wife,” he said at last.
I almost fell backwards into the fire. “Mother’s only been dead for six months. Did you meet her at the funeral?”
The door scraped open and a short figure in black walked in with an umbrella over her head. She shook the raindrops from it before folding it and turning to me, lifting her veil as she did so. She looked little older than me but her eyes had the icy coldness of a woman who has seen much and done much, none of it wholesome. I glanced down at her well fed body and buxom chest, so different to my own undersized and malnourished frame.
“My case is sitting in the rain,” she said bluntly. “Is it to remain there all day?”
“No of course not my love,” father said. “Lizzie, go and fetch it.”
“What? Why can she not bring it in herself?”
“Because I am a weak woman,” she said, her bulky arms betraying her lie. “Do as your father says.”
I opened my mouth to protest but then closed it again. It wasn’t worth the fight. Walking outside into the rain, I found two large and heavy cases dumped in the mud by the driver of a carriage who was already climbing back behind his horses.
“Can you help me?” I asked, heaving at the first case. He laughed in response and whipped the horses into life, the wheels flicking up mud as he rode out of our yard. I grabbed the brass handle of the case and began dragging it through the doorway, setting it down as soon as it was over the threshold.
“It’s covered in filth you wicked child!” the woman s
napped. “Have you no common sense?”
“What was I supposed to do?”
“Lift it of course. Go and get the other one at once!”
I turned and headed back outside. The second case was already gone, no doubt greedily being unpacked at that moment by one of the more unsavoury residents of our village.
I walked back inside. My father was nowhere to be seen and nor was the first case but the woman was still there, hurling a week’s worth of coal onto the fire in one heaped shovelful. “Where is the other case?”
“Gone.”
“Gone? You mean you’ve stolen it you little thief. Come here at once!” She grabbed me by the shoulder, twisting my arm painfully as she threw me towards the table, bending me over it so my chest pressed into the rough wood.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Teaching you a lesson long overdue,” she replied, lifting my dress above my buttocks, exposing my posterior to her gaze. I tried to squirm away but she was far too strong for me. There was a whipping sound and then a sudden stinging sensation on my bottom as she smacked me as hard as she could. I again tried to squirm away as a scream of pain escaped me.
My father appeared from the bedroom, taking in the sight before him. “What is all this noise?” he asked, looking from one of us to the other. “Unhand my daughter Maude.
The woman let go of me at last and I stood up, tears running down my cheek as I pushed my dress back down into place. We both spoke at once.
“She stole my case and disrespected me.”
“Father, she struck me.”
He folded his arms and looked at us both. I was hopeful that he would side with me when he met my gaze but then he looked away. “Apologise to Maude for losing her case,” he said quietly.
I opened my mouth to protest but his new wife silenced me. “Go to bed! I shall discuss this with your father and we will speak to you together in the morning.”
There was no discussion in the morning. I awoke to milk the cows and when I returned to the house, father had gone, leaving me alone with the Maude woman who glared at me undisguised contempt as I ate my meagre breakfast of cold porridge.
“Your father has been forced to visit town to replace my missing things,” she said as I spooned the greasy mass into my mouth. “They were not cheap so I hope you are happy with your ill gotten gains.”
I did not answer, hoping she would leave me alone.
“Oh, get out of my sight.”
I left the house and walked into the woods at the far end of the village. Sitting on my favourite tree stump, I pondered on what to do. Maude had to go, that much was obvious. But how to achieve such a thing? By the time I made my way back to the house to feed the chickens, I was no closer to an answer. As I threw the grain to them, I heard a sound through the shuttered window. It sounded like a woman moaning. Was Maude in pain? I hoped so as I put down the bucket and tiptoed through the mud to the shutters, tugging one aside far enough to allow me to peer in at a sight which shocked me to my very core, changing my life forever.
Chapter 2
Maude was laid on my father’s bed, completely stark naked. She was on her back, her enormous breasts flopped slightly sideways, her legs wide apart. From my position I could see the intimate parts of another woman for the first time. She had one hand below her pubic hair, stroking the top of her pussy with a single thick finger.
“Get in me,” she said, her voice soft and innocent compared to the growl she’d used when addressing me. I turned to move away, expecting my father to appear in view but to my amazement it was the coach driver from the previous day who appeared at the end of the bed.
“My lovely girl,” he replied. “Look what daddy has for you.” He was topless, his muscular chest in view as he pulled down his breeches. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp as I saw the protrusion jutting out from between his legs. Having never seen a cock before, the sight of my first one shocked me almost as much as seeing Maude naked. It was long and thick, the head shining and bulbous, a drop of something white leaking from the hole in the tip as he clambered up onto the bed.
I wondered what was about to happen but the answer came a second later when he pushed it between Maude’s lips. She sucked him in as if devouring his length, drawing it into her until he was buried in her throat. Drool ran down her chin as he grabbed her hair and kept her locked onto him. “You’re a good girl to daddy,” he said, his voice wavering.
As he thrust his hips at her, fucking her face hard and fast, I became transfixed by the sight. The chickens pecked around my feet but I hardly noticed, remaining glued to the spot as my body filled with a strange warmth I did not understand. I caught glimpses of his shaft each time he pulled back before he pushed her head away, leaving her gasping for breath, her hair a straggly mess, her cheeks burning red. His cock seemed harder than ever as he lifted her up and flipped her onto her knees, her bare bottom and soaking wet pussy pointing towards me and him.
He reached down and spread her buttocks wide apart, his tongue delving down the cleft to her hole and sliding into her bottom, leaving me more shocked than ever as instead of yelling at him to stop this intrusion, she rocked her hips back towards him, drawing him deeper into her.
“Fuck me,” she muttered as he knelt behind her and took hold of his cock. With a slow but definite motion, he eased it into her bottom. I was certain he would not fit, the hole looked too small but somehow it went in and kept sliding further into her depths. “Deeper!” she moaned.
I winced at the sight on her behalf. How was that not agonisingly painful? I pulled the shutter open a little wider to see better as he began to thrust back and forth in her bottom, his hips slamming into her cheeks as he tugged at her hair, forcing her head back.
“Harder daddy!” she whined. “I need it harder.”
He began to pant with the effort of slamming in and out of her bottom.
“I’m going to come in you my girl,” he grunted, taking hold of her hips and sliding all the way back from her.
“Don’t you dare!” she hissed, whipping away from him and shoving him onto his back, grabbing his cock whilst glaring at him. “I come first!” She spread her legs over his hips and guided him back into her bottom, rocking up and down over his prostrated figure, squeezing her nipples as she rode him ever faster. I leaned in through the window to obtain a better view as her facial expression began to change. She began playing with her pussy with both hands, one sliding into her pussy, the other on her clit, rubbing it frantically whilst moaning ever louder.
“I’m going to…” she cried before falling silent, her head flicking backwards, her mouth wide open. At the same moment, he thrust up hard and let out a loud grunt. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. I didn’t know what was happening but she seemed in both agony and ecstasy at the same moment.
A chicken pecked my foot and I let out a cry of pain. Their eyes turned towards me at the sound and I darted out of sight, crouching beneath the window, hoping I hadn’t been spotted. Silently I crept away, unaware that my footprints were clearly visible in the mud beneath the shutters.
Chapter 3
I remained out of sight for the rest of the day, only returning as the sun set. Father was seated at the table. No tankard was visible, never a good sign. Of Maude, there was no sign.
“Where have you been?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“Nowhere.” I pointed at a sack on the floor beside his chair. “What’s that?”
He tossed the sack across to me. “I heard a story about you today Lizzie, a story I hoped never to hear.”
“What story?”
“Do not feign ignorance. Is it not true you indulged in carnal relations with a man in the very bed where you were conceived? How could you, you little whore!”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “I haven’t, I swear. Who told you I had?”
“Maude of course. She saw you in there with her coach driver. I ask you again, how could you shame me in this way?�
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“But father…”
“Get out of my house and never return.”
“Please father, don’t do this to me.” I leaned out towards his hand but he snatched it away. “Don’t do this!”
