Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “Yes, easy as she goes.” Dumas cajoled her as she took more of the cock deep inside her. The caretaker had his hands one her aching breasts and he made her scream with pleasure as he tweaked her cherry hard nipples.

  “Uhhm, ohhh!” Serena moaned with delirious delight. “Oh, fuck, Dumas… this cock is so big… it’s ripped me apart, but I love it.”

  “And you’re going to love it even more, milady.” Henry whispered into her ear and knelt down behind her as she straddled Jonah. “After I enter my entire root up your tight little bunghole.”

  “Oh, good heavens.” Serena screamed. “Yes, yes… just as it was in the dream… yes, yes, come on, fuck me, my good man. Fuck my virgin ass.”

  “You are perfect for this place, milady.” Dumas caressed over her hair with his large hand. “As you so wished, all of us are going to fuck you… together.”

  “Yes.” Serena moaned as Jonah’s fat cock began to feel a lot more enjoyable inside her hot, tight pussy. “Fuck me together.”

  “Yes, milady, Henry’s long cock is perfect for going in the back way. We affectionately call him the back door man.” Mila kissed her lips and whispered. “Now come, take Dumas’ cock in your sweet mouth again, and suck him off.”

  “Oh, yes… yes.” Serena nodded and leaned forward, squashing her soft breasts over Jonah’s hard muscular chest. She opened her mouth for the caretaker, and Mila guided the large man’s rock hard nine inches down her throat with expert ease.

  Henry patted on her plump bottom sticking up at him as she rode Jonah’s shaft and he got into position. His slender eight inch cock, lathered well with Mila’s warm saliva, lodged tightly into her smaller hole and he gently slid it in. Serena screamed with Dumas’ fat cock gagging her mouth. She had never had anything up her ass before, not even her own finger. But Henry knew what he was doing and he filled her all the way. The two cocks inside her tight canals made her feel stuffed and bloated, and that felt really good.

  “That feels good, my lady, doesn’t it?” Mila encouraged her softly. “I can see the look of pleasure on your face; you love this as much as we do.”

  Serena eagerly nodded in agreement, her mouth stuffed with Dumas’ throbbing cock. She moved with the rhythm the two men fucking her deep were setting for her. The two cocks stretching her to the full moved in perfect harmony and she could feel an orgasm begin to rise inside her.

  “Oh, god.” She yelled, pulling Dumas’ thick cock out of her mouth. “I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum so hard. Oh, fuck me, fuck me... come on, keep fucking me.”

  Serena trembled and quivered as her second orgasm, more intense than the one Dumas gave her, ripped through her plush young body. She clawed at Dumas’ belly as he drove his cock back down her throat. She felt Jonah’s cock get harder inside her pussy at the same instant Henry’s cock swelled up inside her ass.

  “Oh, this is so good, milady.” Jonah grunted and his rigid cock exploded deep inside her as he held her tightly against him.

  At the same second she felt Henry’s hot cum splash inside her, deep and filling. The sensation of the two men cumming simultaneously deep inside her made her body tremble violently as another orgasm, her third, exploded within her. She heard Dumas groan and knew he would cum soon. And right then, the huge caretaker let loose his explosive eruption into her hungering and eager mouth.

  Serena swallowed like a thirsting camel, not wanting to waste a single drop of Dumas’ delicious man juice. She gagged as he came in long and steady spurts, filling her mouth each time and making her swallow as fast as she could. She relished every drop of his offering and kept slobbering and chewing on his cock as it began to soften.

  “Milady, the gods have been pleased.” Dumas panted, as Henry pulled out of her pulsing ass. Together the two men helped her off Jonah’s still throbbing cock.

  Serena was too dumbstruck to speak, still reeling under the assault of three hungry cocks. She looked at the three naked and grinning men standing in the rain and felt like she could get used to this. Was this how it was with her aunt as well? She wondered, and now that dream she had made more sense. Was it the spirit of her aunt guiding her all this while? She shivered at such a notion, but whatever it was, she had known pleasure like she would have never got in her life as a dull city gal.

  But there was more. Mila the maid slid over her wet body and took position so that her wet young pussy hovered above her face, even as the maid lashed her tongue over Serena’s pulsing slit. She had never seen another woman’s privates before, not even from afar. And to have one, naked and dripping over her face was more than exciting, given her sexually heightened state.

  With keen instinct she never even guessed she had, Serena jabbed her tongue at the maid’s hot pussy. That made Mila attack her pussy with more fervor and Serena loved it. She grabbed the maid’s tight young asscheeks and pulled her pussy down over her open mouth, lashing her tongue wildly all over the dripping slit. She sucked hard on the wet, juicy petals even as the maid did the same to hers.

  The men watching cheered them on as they stroked their cocks to renewed hardness and the rain came down harder over them. Serena had never felt so alive again and she called out to the men. “Come on, my virile lovers.” She said in a most brazen tone of voice. “I want your cocks all over again. Fill me with those rock hard cocks.”

  Dumas and Henry leapt to their feet and stepped up between the two entwined women. Dropping to their knees, they thrust their hard cocks between the women. Dumas had his cock sliding into Serena’s pussy even as Mila licked and slobbered all over it. And Henry’s eight inch pole dipped into Mila’s wet pussy, right over Serena’s eager face.

  Dumas alternated stuffing his cock into her pussy and Mila’s mouth. And on the other side Henry pushed his cock down her throat with one thrust and deep into Mila’s hot slit with the next. Serena tasted the hot love juices of a man and a woman all at once, and the thrill of it made her pussy crave for a savage ramming.

  “This is so good.” She screamed into Mila’s pussy as it got stuffed with Henry’s cock. “This is unfathomable… I never thought, this place, this inheritance… I want this now… I’ll keep it all… I’ll stay here… with you all… Oh, Dumas! You are the man for me… all of you are.”

  “Yes, Milady.” Dumas nodded his head eagerly. “Welcome home, Lady Morganton.”

  Serena ran her fingers through Mila’s thick wet hair as she hungrily lapped her pussy with Dumas’ cock buried deep inside, her mind still racing. “Yes. Yes I am the Lady Morganton now. I will live here, look after you all. This is the start of my new life as the Lady of the Morganton Estate… a new life; a life to live for.”

  Story 42

  Her eyes stared impassively at the ceiling. Her husband, the Duke of Balmy Town, emptied what little seed he had into her. She hardly felt anything. It was the same every other day, when he could make the time to fulfill his husbandly duties in the afternoons, just before teatime. He pulled out of her, spent and panting, and as usual she did not feel a thing. That was the way it was supposed to be, she was told all her life growing up. Sexual intercourse was a pleasure only for the man. For the woman, it was just a medium to bear her husband an heir or two.

  Lenore Florence Mosel, the young Duchess of Balmy Town, sighed softly as the portly man she was wed to rolled off her and lay on his back beside her. His puffy chest was heaving and his soft tummy quivered. At least he had been pleasured. That was her duty as a wife, was it not? But Lenore couldn’t help thinking about the pleasure she would like to receive.

  She knew it felt good to touch herself, when she was alone and naughty thoughts filled her mind. And she had been very excited on her wedding night when her husband had divested her of all her many clothes. His touch had felt good then, that first time on her bare flesh, and when he pushed his hard little organ in, deflowering her, she felt a little pain and also a little pleasure. And then that was it. The days and nights that followed, she felt little joy if any. And all she did was lie
on her bed with her legs spread while her husband took his pleasure. She could hardly feel him anymore, even her own hands felt better. And so it had been for the entire month since her wedding.

  “Have you had your monthly yet?” The Duke asked her breathlessly as he stared upward.

  “I… not yet, my love.” She replied shyly, glancing at him.

  “We shall have some hope then, for good tidings.” Duke Mortimer Ferdinand Mosel stretched his plump arms over his head. “Mother will be pleased to know that I will have sired an heir.”

  “Yes, my husband.” Lenore said, sitting up and reaching for the satin sheets to cover her nakedness. She stole a quick glance at her husband’s flaccid organ. It was no larger than her own thumb, and felt only as much when aroused and hard.

  She had lied about her period to him. The three nights it lasted, she had feigned illness and he had not come to her bed. He had others to appease him, she knew that, and was only coming to her bedchamber to fulfill his duty as a husband and to sire an heir for his dukedom.

  “Will you take tea with me this evening, my lord?” Lenore asked her husband.

  “Tea?” He sat up slowly and scratched his plump belly. “Oh no, my dear. The Count and Countess De Wolvers wish to have me over at their new seaside manor for dinner tonight. I must leave in an hour.”

  With that he rose and pulled his trousers and robes back over his soft, chubby body before he left her bedchamber without so much as another look at her. Lenore sighed. She had become quite accustomed to this life by now. In fact she had been groomed for it ever since she was nine years of age. Her father, the Earl of Wister Moors, had made sure that she would have the very best tutors and matrons to set her up for the life of a dutiful wife to a duke.

  So another evening of tea all alone by herself then, she acquiesced and reached for the overhanging bell rope. A doe eyed girl, not much younger than she, entered the bedchamber with a small wooden tub of warm water and a soft scrub. Lenore stood up naked and allowed the girl to wipe her body down. She looked at herself in the full length mirror. Was she not desirable for more than just a few minutes of grinding and rubbing against? Were her breasts not full and pert, and her hips not curvy to inflame lust in a man? And her lovely face, flawless skin and rich dark hair? Why, she had seen many a dashing young fellow give her more than a second look when she attended some ball or the other. The Duke was hard pressed with his duties of dukedom, she consoled herself, and he would soon see her for what she was, wouldn’t he?

  “Shall your ladyship be wearing the new lilac gown for tea this evening?” The maid asked as she tenderly cleansed her husband’s meager offering off her inner thighs. The sensation of the warm, soft cloth suddenly felt very pleasing to Lenore. She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly to hide the soft moan that escaped her.

  “No, Kate.” She told the girl after she steadied herself. “I will wear the yellow daffodil gown this evening.”

  “Very good, my lady.” Kate held out a fresh pair of undergarments for her to step into.

  The daffodil gown suited her fair completion and was also quite demure. There was nothing really to celebrate taking tea all by oneself, day after day. She was excited when she had first walked into the Duke’s sprawling estate and mansion, but after a week, it all had become very dreary and dull. Her husband had attended many a ball and invitation in the month that she had been there, but she was not allowed to accompany him. The reason she was given was most absurd for lack of a better word. The Duchess of Balmy Town could only be toasted after she would give the Duke an heir. And that, she feared, would never happen, given that the Duke had very little to contribute to it.

  “Kate!” She suddenly had a thought. “Forget the daffodil gown. Fetch my riding attire… I wish to go exploring the woodlands around the estate.”

  “Would not the Duke have anything to say, my lady?” The slender girl asked with wide eyed wonder.

  “The Duke is going away to the seaside.” She told the maid. “He will return the day after tomorrow. Now fetch my riding boots and run to the stables and tell old Charley to saddle my horse for me.”

  “Will I ask to have an escort for…”

  “No.” Lenore smiled wide. “You will come with me, Kate. Have Charley saddle another horse for you.”

  “Me, my lady?”

  “Yes. You say you lived in the woods before being hired here. Let us ride to where you once lived.”

  “I… yes, my lady.” The girl seemed to lose a bit of color. “As you wish.”

  And soon, within the hour, Lenore was seated side saddle on her favorite horse, a sunset colored mare, riding alongside a black stallion.

  “This is the master’s horse.” Kate looked positively petrified riding the tall black horse the Duke once favored.

  “Yes, it was.” Lenore told the girl. “A wedding gift, from one of my uncles to him. The Duke does not ride much, he prefers the comforts of a curtained carriage.”

  The paved stones of the estate walkway soon gave way to the rough trail of the countryside. The two horses cantered along at a leisurely walk. Before them, a small stream bubbled by. Crossing it, they would enter the woodlands.

  “How far into the woods did you live, Kate?” She smiled at the girl as the horses waded across the shallow stream.

  “Oh, not too far, my lady.” The young woman smiled back. “Another mile from here.”

  “How would you live there, out in the wild?”

  “We had a little cottage, my lady.” Kate had a distant look in her pale eyes. “My mother and father made a living there.”

  “And does anyone still live there?” Lenore wanted to know as such a courageous lifestyle intrigued her.

  “Yes, my father does.” The young maid stared ahead with a blank expression.

  “So why did you leave there to work in the Duke’s service, Kate?”

  “We… we needed better… uh… a better life, my lady.” Kate looked even more frightened than before as she tightened her grip on the reins.

  Lenore could sense that the girl was not being truthful. But she decided to not pry. Instead she focused on her surroundings. The woodlands gave off a sense of enchantment in the fading glow of twilight, and for a moment Lenore felt like she wanted to live there. So free and without a care, unlike the stifling spaces within the walls of the Duke’s mansion. Which was no different from her father’s mansion and it seemed that after marriage, she had just traded one form of prison for another.

  Out there in the woodlands, the trees were tall and wide. Birds nested high in the branches and little furry animals scampered about the thick trunks and entangled roots. Flowers were in full bloom even in the diminishing evening light, and the natural scent released from them made the atmosphere quite intoxicating for a young woman on her first time in the woodlands.

  “Let us go to your father’s cottage.” She told the young maid. “It will be quite dark for us to return to the mansion. Will your father let us stay the night?”

  “You are the Duchess, my lady?” Kate said softly. “My father will not turn you away.”

  “Splendid. This ride in the woods has given me quite an appetite.” She laughed happily. “I hope he will not take offence if I eat all the food in his larder.”

  Kate didn’t reply, and the young girl’s nervousness was quite evident. But Lenore was not going to let a maid’s disquiet deter her from taking a little pleasure away from the confines of her stately title and sequestered life. “Ah, is that the cottage?” She asked, pointing to a little wooden structure surrounded by trees.

  “Yes, my lady.” Kate replied with some pride. “My father built it himself.”

  “How wonderful.” Lenore dismounted and walked her horse toward the little cottage. “Where is he, your father?”

  “Away hunting, my lady.” The girl told her. “There is a full moon this night.”

  “So we can enter?” Lenore asked apprehensively as she neared the dark pathway to the cottage.

 
“Yes, my lady.” Kate nodded. She then tethered the horses to a nearby tree and walked up to the cottage door.

  The door was not locked. They stepped inside the little cottage. Lenore marveled at the simple way life could be lived, without all the self indulged needs of her station. She sat on one of the two beds made from the trees of the woodlands. The same wood that made the walls of the cottage, the meager furniture and the rustic fireplace. The interior had a very cozy feel and Lenore suddenly wished she could live there. She looked at Kate and shook her head.

  “You lived here before… in this wonderful little place.” Lenore sighed and stretched her arms. “Then how can you live in that confining mansion, serving the whims of people like the Duke and I?”