Anonymous - The Loves of Lord Roxboro

“Oh, I am making very slow progress,” answered Montgomery. “She is so very tight; all I have got in so far is about an inch and a half.”

“Well, that's not enough,” answered Lord Roxboro. “Let's see if I can help you.” So saying, he gave a fierce downward plunge. “How was that?” he asked.

“Oh, that was fine,” said Montgomery, “another inch went in that time. A couple more shoves like that and I'll soon be all the way in.”

“Oh, help! Oh, ah, oh, oh, you terrible brutes! Let me go instantly, I say, before you ruin me! Oh! I am torn.”

Lord Roxboro planted a lewd kiss on her lips by way of a reply and gave another lunge.

“Are you in now, Montgomery?” he asked.

“Not quite,” answered Montgomery. “One more push and I'll be there.”

“All right, then. How was that?” asked Lord Roxboro as he gave a strenuous push that made the couch creak under its force.

“Oh, that was the best one yet; I can't go up any farther now, even if I wanted to,” answered Montgomery.

“Good!” said Lord Roxboro. “Now we can work. Now Montgomery, as I push you push, and keep time with me.”

“Yes, my lord!” answered Montgomery.

The two began to push and pull alternately on Freda's delicious body, the one from the front and the other from the rear. Their pushing was accompanied by wails and cries from Freda.

After a while, however, the cries stopped and in their place were pants of enjoyment and pleasure.

“Oh, you dear sweet girl,” said his lordship, bestowing a long lewd kiss upon her mouth and fingering her bubbies libidinously.

Montgomery in turn kissed the back of her neck and patted the beautiful globes of her sensuous buttocks. The two men continued to push their penises up and down within the clinging body of the young and beautiful Freda. All three were now panting wildly, bathed in perspiration that rolled down their bodies. Bach movement was followed immediately by a gasp of salacious pleasure that could not be repressed. The sensation each felt increased and increased in volume. All of a sudden, with a simultaneous gasp, all three stopped, rigid with straining eyes. Lord Roxboro poured forth into Freda's cunt a torrent of spunk that was nearly sufficient to burst her cunt open-gush after gush flowed out and into Freda. Montgomery was not far behind. He shot forth jet after jet of burning cream that fairly deluged her bowels. This was too much for Freda and in spite of herself she gave forth a copious outpour that laved the head of Lord Roxboro's eager prick and set up new sensations of lust within him. After the first spasm and while some spunk was yet trickling out of their cocks, the two lewd men continued to pump Freda with their organs of lust.

Presently they all arose. “Well, Freda my dear child, how did you enjoy the celebration of your sister's wedding?” asked Lord Roxboro with a cruel smile on his lewd countenance.

“Oh, you are really too harsh for words,” said Freda weakly.

“Tut, tut, my child,” said Lord Roxboro. “Mark my words: you will come back to me for a repetition of this act of your own free will before many hours have passed. I'll guarantee that or I'll eat my own prick.”

Freda merely blushed deeply and, gathering up her clothes, rushed out of the room with pearly drops of spunk dripping from her secret charms.

“Well, that was a succulent morsel,” said Lord Roxboro to Montgomery. “But I feel that I have been getting a little too strong lately for a man of my age. I think I shall go up and take a little nap before luncheon is served.”

So saying, his lordship left the library naked as he was and, proceeding to the sun parlor with a tired but happy expression on his face, reclined full length upon a couch there in such a way that his splendid prick and balls would get the full benefit of the sun's life-giving rays.

He slept very deeply for about an hour. His sleep was uninterrupted by outside influences but while he slumbered he dreamed that he was in heaven, suspended stark naked in space and that one of the most beautiful angels was titillating the head of his rampant prick with the light and tickling edge of her feathery wings.

The effect was so great that he felt his rod grow stiffer and stiffen It grew so hard and rigid that the feeling finally caused him to waken. He opened his eyes with a gasp and his eyes fell upon his rampant member. It was fully as hard as he had dreamed but in place of an angel a huge fly of the “bluebottle” variety was roving round the huge purple nut of his prick.

The insect ran round and round and occasionally over the top. Each time its tiny feet vibrated on the delicate red skin, Lord Roxboro felt a fresh thrill rush through him.

Finally he could contain himself no longer and with a sudden and violent reddening of the huge nut, a tremendous gush of boiling sperm shot forth at least two feet across the sun parlor, while the flow that ran down the side of the glorious nut disturbed the insect and caused it to fly away.

“O, my goodness,” murmured Lord Roxboro as the last jet spurted forth. “That was the best yet. Who said that miracles never happen nowadays! Who would have suspected that a harmless little fly could so excite a man? I would have believed that I had been enjoying a wet dream. I never would have thought it possible if I hadn't actually seen the fly at work. Really, I must catch some flies and train them to do this kind of work.”

Lord Roxboro sat up and wiped off his abdomen, which was covered with his prolific spunk.

He then arose from the couch and proceeded to the library, where he had left his clothes, and slowly dressed himself.

By the time he was completely dressed and had glanced at the morning paper, luncheon was served.

Lord Roxboro consumed his meal quietly. He mused to himself that the asparagus reminded him of pickled pricks.

After luncheon he strolled aimlessly about the grounds, and later he returned to the library to attend to some correspondence.

While he was engaged in sealing the final letter, a gentle tap sounded on the door and Marie and Montgomery entered.

“My lord,” began Montgomery, “there is a little matter that I meant to tell you about some time ago, but I could not very well, on account of the rather welcome intrusion of Grace.

“The fact of the matter is, my lord, I have an uncle in Australia who is the proprietor of one of the largest stock farms in the state of New South Wales. For many years he has been writing letters to me, praising the numerous advantages the Commonwealth of Australia offers, especially to young men. But now, in his last letter, which I received four days ago, he states that he is becoming too old to give his properties the attention they need and insists that I emigrate to Australia and assist him in the management of his numerous properties under pain of being disinherited if I refuse, for I am the nearest heir.

“He wishes me to learn the management of the estate while he is still able to teach me. In fact, my lord, his letter is so insistent, that I have already cabled him that I will join him within a few weeks time-in fact, my lord, just as soon as I can wind up my affairs in England. Of course, Marie will go with me, too, as she is my lawfully wedded wife.

“My lord, I know it is customary to give a month's notice in a case like this, but I would ask you to overlook the matter this time since the thing in mind means so much to me- especially as I have already made arrangements for another manservant to come and take my place.

“John Meadows, a first-class valet, has agreed to be here tomorrow morning at ten o'clock and will be ready to take up his duties immediately, provided that it will be agreeable with your lordship for him to do so.

“Meadows is a good man, sir, and was with Sir Archibald Dunhamton for seven years and left Sir Archibald's service when that gentleman was appointed to a governmental position in India.”