Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set

by Lucy Wild

  “Get out before I throw you out, you little whore. Go find the driver to take care of you. For my part, I never want to see you again.”

  He shoved the sack into my hand. “Take your clothes and go and may God have mercy on you for I shall not.”

  He threw me into the yard as Maude walked towards the house. “Leaving are you Elizabeth?” she smiled, taking a kick at a too close chicken. “Perhaps that will teach you not to be a peeping Tom in future.”

  “I will get you for this.” I said, hoping to draw a flicker of fear from her at least but she only laughed.

  “I’m sure you will,” she said, walking into the house and slamming the door shut behind her, the key scraping home and leaving me locked out of the only place I’d known for eighteen years. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I slung the sack over my shoulder and walked towards the forest in a daze.

  I’d been moving for less than an hour when I stopped to urinate. As I squatted on the leaf strewn ground I heard a twig snap to my left, the sound echoing loudly in the stillness of the wood. I remained crouched down after I’d finished, well hidden behind a hawthorn as a woman burst into view, eyes wild as if the hounds of hell were pursuing her.

  “Help!” she cried, glancing frantically around. “Someone help me!”

  I stood up and her eyes fixed on mine. “Hide me, please, I beg you!”

  I glanced around and spotted a dead oak where I’d often hidden from chores as a child. “In here,” I said, slipping her hand in mine and leading her into the hollow trunk, the leafy branches falling back into place just as two armed men came crashing through the undergrowth.

  “Where did she go?” one asked, pistol brandished in his hand.

  “I don’t know but when I find her I’ll teach her a lesson for mocking me that she’ll never forget.”

  The woman squeezed my fingers with hers as the two men headed off in the direction of the marsh. When she was sure they’d gone, she pushed past the branches back into the open, wiping her brow and giving me a chance to look at her properly. She was tall, slender, and utterly beautiful, so different to the girls in the village. Her long blonde hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back, passing over a long grey gown, the sleeves down to her wrists. It was a light, soft fabric and she seemed to wear nothing under it for there was no line of underwear and her nipples were visible as hard points in her dress. The hem may once have brushed the floor but it was torn and mud stained, no doubt a result of her frantic run through the forest. Her round cheeks and cute button nose drew my eyes towards her luscious red lips and I felt a sudden urge to kiss her, a feeling I didn’t understand and one which scared me as I knew it was sinful to desire a woman in such a way.

  “I thank you for your assistance,” she said, grabbing my shoulders and planting a soft kiss on my lips. It went on for a moment too long and our eyes met as we parted. “I was in my carriage when they attacked. I thought they were brigands but then the driver turned to me, he tried to tear my dress from me as they lunged at me. I saw each of their cocks and they were so small I couldn’t help but laugh. I ran…I ran and…” She stopped, breaking down into a sobbing fit that lasted for some time before she was able to continue. “If you hadn’t hidden me, I don’t know what would have happened.

  I put my arm round her shoulder and guided her onto a fallen tree trunk. “It’s all right,” I said, hoping her tears would stop. Her dress felt wonderfully soft under my fingertips, it distracted me even as her chest continued to hitch up and down.

  “Do you know who I am?” she asked, wiping her eyes.

  I shook my head.

  “No matter. I owe you for this kindness though and you will be well rewarded if you help me reach my home. Do you know of a way out of this infernal forest? Is there a town or village nearby?”

  I nodded. “There is a village back that way but I would rather not return there.”

  “Running away from home?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “If you would at least show me the way I would be eternally grateful.”

  “Please,” she begged, taking my hands in hers and staring into my eyes.

  “All right,” I sighed, melting in her gaze. “I will take you there.”

  “Thank you!” she said, grabbing my cheeks and kissing me again. This time it lasted even longer and as she pulled away, an urge took over me, one I could not control.

  Chapter 4

  I wasn’t even sure what was happening but I was kissing her this time, my arms around her back, the two of us embracing passionately. Our tongues began to entwine in her mouth as she stood up, stumbling towards me until my back was pressed against a tree trunk. Her hands were all over me, sliding down my sides to my legs and then up underneath my dress, sliding their way to my breasts.

  She squeezed them softly in her hands as she kissed me, my nipples hardening under her ministrations. Her mouth moved to my neck as I let out a sigh of pleasure, shivers spreading through me at the feel of her soft lips on my neck.

  Her hands slid lower over my stomach as she knelt down in the thick carpet of moss, lifting my dress to expose my body. She stared at my pussy for a moment and I felt certain she would recoil in disgust at the sight of me. Instead she leaned forwards and kissed it with those soft lips of hers, her tongue rubbing over the hardened nub of my clit, bringing moisture dripping from me which coated my thighs as she stood back up.

  She kissed me again, my mouth filled with the taste of my own sweetness. As we embraced, she dragged me towards her and we stumbled to the ground. She was on her back, looking hungrily up at me as I stared at her exposed legs, the gown sliding up to her waist.

  I placed a nervous hand on her ankle, as if expecting her to yell at me to stop. When she only smiled I moved slowly up her calves, drawing up her leg until I was able to slip off her shoe and bring her toes to my lips, kissing and sucking on each one in turn.

  She sighed happily as I rubbed the soles of her feet one after the other, loving the feel of her skin. “Kiss me,” she said, pulling me on top of her.

  “I’ve never…”I began but she silenced me by placing a finger on my lips.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she smiled, rolling me onto my back and spreading my legs apart, my knees bent as she stared at my glistening wet pussy lips. She slid her hands up my thighs and used her fingers to pull my labia apart, blowing soft air onto my clit which began to tingle with desire.

  She glanced up at me from between my legs, continuing to stare at me as her tongue suddenly slid straight inside me. I closed my eyes and arched my neck, thrusting my hips towards her. The sensation of her tongue lapping inside me made me lose control of my senses, only aware of my pussy and her mouth, nothing else.

  Her hand moved to my clit, rubbing it in such a way as to fill me with burning heat. I began to writhe underneath her, holding the back of her head to keep her in place, a pressure building up inside me.

  She kept licking and stroking me until my entire body was tensed up, my fists clenching, nails digging into my palms. The pressure inside me built to unbearable levels and then a moment later I experienced my first ever orgasm, a climax which made my clit feel like the centre of the entire world, pleasure coursing through me as her tongue became trapped by the contracting spasms of my pussy.

  “Oh…” was all I managed to gasp as it hit. Glancing down I caught sight of the woman grinning back at me, her lips shining with my juices. I staggered upright, sitting on the tree trunk, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I burst into tears, the emotions overwhelming me.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, it’s just…I know it’s sinful to do that with another woman.”

  “Did it feel sinful?”

  “No, it felt right.”

  She kissed the tears from my cheeks and helped me to stand. “Then think no more on it. Now come on, show me the way to this village of yours.”

  Chapter 5

  As we stepped out of
the treeline I caught sight of the one place I thought I’d never see again. “That’s him!” the woman hissed, pointing across the fields to the same coach driver who’d brought Maude into my life. We watched in silence as he stepped down from his carriage, walked towards my house and vanished inside.

  “Come on,” the woman said, grabbing my hand and running through the fields. We reached the carriage and she hopped neatly up behind the horses. “Get in,” she said, taking the reins and urging the horses on. I made it through the door just in time as the wheeled groaned forwards and we began to trot along the dirt track that led out of the village.

  “Oi, stop there!” a voice cried out behind us. I leaned out of the still open door to see the driver and Maude half naked outside my house, starting to give chase but giving up as soon as they realised their state of dress. I pulled the door closed and sat down as the carriage rolled on past fields filled with ripening wheat and barley. We reached a crossroads soon afterwards and the horses slowed as the woman turned them to the left, leading us towards the city. Hours passed and I grew steadily hungrier until at last we came to a halt outside a coaching inn. By the time I stepped out, the woman was already inside and I left the horses in charge of a stable boy, walking into the inn and taking a seat near the fireplace. The woman was in quiet talks with a man in a long brown coat near the bar, taking from him a leather purse of coins and carrying it over to me.

  “Hungry?” she asked, smiling.

  “Starving.”

  She called over the innkeeper. “Two of your finest dishes for me and my companion.” She handed over a gold coin, worth ten times the price of two meals and sending the innkeeper scurrying away.

  “Where did such funds come from?” I asked as we waited for our food.

  “I sold the coach and horses to that gentleman over there, no questions asked in return for a low price. In exchange we have a ride to the city after dining and enough funds to last us until I am home once more.”

  “But we stole the coach.”

  “Hence the low price. Ah look, our food is here.”

  Plates piled high with steaming beef and vegetables were set before us, the innkeeper returning with tankards of ale shortly afterwards, bowing his way away from us.

  “Who are you?” I asked, marvelling at her ingenuity as she tucked into her food.

  “Have I not introduced myself,” she said as she swallowed. “Maria Engleton. And you are?”

  “Elizabeth. Lizzie.”

  “Well Elizabeth Lizzie, don’t let your food get cold. We have a long journey ahead of us.”

  After we’d finished eating, she led me out to the stable where the brown coated man was waiting for us. “This is Edward,” Maria said. “He’s very kindly agreed to lead us into the city.”

  The man nodded under his hat, little more than his eyes visible. I climbed into the carriage and was surprised to find a respectable looking couple occupying the opposite seats. “Good afternoon,” I nodded as Maria squeezed in beside me, draping a blanket over our legs.

  The carriage rocked gently along the arduous route to the city. The hours passed and as the sun began to set, the couple opposite us drifted off to sleep. I was on the verge of doing the same when I felt Maria’s hand on my leg. Her fingers stroked my knee, moving slowly higher.

  “What are you doing?” I whispered as she reached under my dress to tease my inner thigh.

  “Nothing,” she replied, using her fingers to edge my legs apart just enough to place her hand on my bare pussy. I bit my lip to keep quiet as the tips of her index finger and thumb brushed over my labia. She teased me nonstop although the blanket never moved, hiding her hand. The woman opposite stirred before settling back down to sleep once more.

  “Stop it,” I hissed but the strength had gone from my voice. I could no longer resist what she was doing, easing my legs further apart and slouching down on the seat so she could gain easier access to me. I kept my mouth tightly closed, my nostrils flaring as she began to stroke my clit. She kissed my neck as she pushed a finger into me, using a beckoning gesture inside my body whilst her thumb continued to rub at my clit. Her motions remained slow and steady, a delicious torture that kept me aroused but wouldn’t let me progress to an orgasm. The sensations were only heightened by the proximity of the two strangers opposite us.

  I slid my hand across to Maria’s dress, scooping up handfuls of fabric until her legs were exposed to my touch. She let out a quiet gasp as I shoved her knees apart and slid two fingers straight up into her dripping wet pussy. The man opposite stirred and yawned, blinking across at us. We remained perfectly still, fingers inside each other but hidden beneath the blanket. His eyes began to nod and a moment later he was softly snoring, his head leaning on the wall of the coach.

  “That was close,” I whispered and Maria giggled in response. I began to slowly fuck her with my fingers, all the while becoming more desperate for my orgasm. The blanket slid to the floor but we were too aroused to care. All I wanted was to come, spreading my legs wide apart so she could push her way deeper into me, adding another finger to the first. My clit ached for release as she continued to glide her way back and forth over the top of it. I was on the verge of climax when I noticed a movement from the corner of my eye. I glanced across the coach in time to see the woman wide awake and staring at us both in shocked silence.

  There was a tense moment whilst we all seemed to wait to see what happened next. Maria nodded to the woman and she nodded back. My companion began to fuck me again and the throbbing within me grew all the more overwhelming at the thought of this strange woman watching us both. I felt a second pair of hands on me and looked across to see the stranger on her knees between my legs, staring at the fingers on their journey in and out of me. She licked her lips as she stared just as an orgasm hit me. It was all I could do to keep quiet as all the breath left my body and my legs began to twitch. I immediately wanted more even as the waves of pleasure were still fading away. My nipples felt rock hard against the fabric of my dress, tingling just from the feel of rubbing against my clothes. All I wanted was to come again.

  Maria slid her fingers out of me and the woman took them into her mouth, maintaining eye contact with me as she licked my juices before moving her head between my legs, her tongue lapping at every drop of moisture that had formed there. My fingers remained in Maria throughout and she rocked against them whilst the woman reached over to stroke her clit, rubbing it furiously whilst licking at mine.

  Maria gripped my wrist and brought my fingers in and out of her ever faster, wet sounds and smells of sex filling the coach. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “I’m coming!”

  She rammed my hand into her and held me in place as she came, her hips thrusting and grinding on my wrist, the walls of her pussy contracting around my fingers. The tongue on my clit brought me to my own climax moments later and I couldn’t help letting out a moan as it hit me, my bottom almost sliding from the seat as the stranger continued to kiss my labia.

  “What on earth?”

  I looked up to see the man staring in disbelief at the sight before him. Two women were sat with their legs wide apart. His partner had her face buried between my legs and her hand on Maria’s clit. I went to cover myself but before I could do, the woman turned to her partner. “Fuck me,” she growled. “Now!”

  Chapter 6

  The man didn’t seem in the least surprised by her command, already undoing his trousers and exposing an enormous erect cock. He knelt behind his wife whilst staring at Maria’s pussy, my fingers still inside her. I sat up a little for a better view and was able to see his cock slide straight up her pussy, her dress around her waist. She was shoved forwards by the force of his first thrust and the woman’s face buried itself in my pussy. Her tongue came out and with each thrust of his cock, she delved deep into me, her nose hitting my clit and sending shudders of pleasure through me.

  I stared at the man’s face as he fucked her, a look of animal lust in his eyes, turning me on ev
en more. I lifted my breasts to tease him, toying with my nipples as he stared back at me. His wife let out a moan of pleasure as an orgasm wracked her body. She collapsed to the floor of the coach, sliding off his cock and leaving it glistening in the air.

  I was seized with an uncontrollable urge to touch it, reaching out and taking a cock in my hand for the first time in my life. I slid my hand over her juices, feeling the bumps of his veiny shaft before squeezing the end. Maria watched me, taking my hand from her pussy and pushing it towards him. “Go on,” she said, encouraging me.

  Licking my lips, I bent forwards and took the cock into my mouth. It tasted of his wife’s pussy as it slid over my tongue, making me gag on the sheer bulk of it, my lips stretched wide apart. I caught a salty drop that formed at the tip as the man groaned and threw his head back.

  Maria grabbed my head and forced me to fuck him with my mouth, drool running down my chin as I fought for breath. The woman on the floor looked weakly up at me with a smile as the man gasped, “I’m going to come.”

  Maria yanked my head back until he fell from my mouth just as he came. His cock jerked in the air and a jet of cum spurted from it, landing on my face and running down my cheeks as I gasped for air. A second load of cum landed in my mouth, splashing over my tongue. I was pushed back onto his cock as it jerked a final time, the last drops running down the back of my throat as Maria let go of me at last.

  Sinking back onto my seat I looked at the woman who was tasting stray drops of cum on her fingers. The coach jolted over a pothole and I sat upright as we came to a halt, feeling woozy. Looking around me, I frowned at the sight of Maria asleep as were the couple opposite me. Had I dreamed that? I could taste cum in my throat but was I imagining it? My pussy dripped with arousal as Maria sat up and yawned. “Are you well?” she asked. “You look flushed.”

  “I think I was dreaming.”

  “Perhaps you weren’t,” she smiled, pushing open the carriage door. “Welcome to the city,” she said.