The Return of Lady Honoria (3 page)

His cock wasn't as long as Robbie's, or as
wide as Danton's but it was respectable and boasted an oddly large,
knobby head shaped like a plum. It protruded from between strongly
muscled and incredibly hairy thighs, the head a deep
reddish-purple. She reached out to wrap her hand around him and he
yelped, eyes wide.

He was hot and throbbed, jerking and
trembling in her hand like an over-shy animal. Honoria swept her
hand up and down his length and watched as his eyes rolled up in
his head.

“This is wrong,” he moaned.

The hair on his thighs intrigued Honoria. It
was coarse and wiry to the touch. She tugged at it and was
surprised to see his hips thrust forward.

“Take off your shirt and let me see you.”

His hands skittered over his buttons, shaking
like leaves. “This isn't a good idea,” he said.

“Your master told you to make sure I had a
good time.”

The man pulled his shirt off, revealing a
heavily muscled—if extraordinarily short—torso thickly covered from
throat to waist in curly black hair. The idea of all that hair
sliding against her body got Honoria oddly excited. Except for a
little hair on his crotch, Danton was almost completely hairless,
while Robbie had what Honoria expected was a normal amount of
hair.

She reached out to trace the heavy muscle
over the man's belly and knotted her hand in his luxuriant pelt,
tugging him toward her. He crawled up on the bench seat beside her
and let her explore his body.

Her hand couldn't close over the head of his
cock. “How very interesting,” she whispered.

“Please, my lady! If you keep touching me,
I'll dirty you.” He pulled his cock from her and pushed the
hardened length back against his belly, shielding it with both
hands.

He truly didn't look well, and Honoria was
shocked to find herself touched by his plight. She let her thighs
fall open and brushed her skirts aside. “I would like you to fuck
me,” she said.

The man moaned, sliding his hands up and down
over his rigid shaft. He crawled up between her thighs, and touched
the head of his cock to her. He was hot and shiny with pre-cum, and
he pushed into her cautiously, eyes on her face. The head stuck for
a second as she struggled to open wide around him and he finally
slid into her with a rush, burying his heated rod in her depths
with a heartfelt moan. He pulled her down, bending her legs over
the edge of the seat so he could stand. Almost immediately his hips
swung back and set up a wild, eager rhythm. The head of his cock
felt like the knob of a cane sliding in and out of her, big, round
and rigid. It was the oddest feeling.

The tips of her toes twitched and she
abruptly kicked his ass with her heels. “Stop right there!”

His eyes widened until the whites showed all
around, but he managed to stop pumping. “M'lady?” he choked
out.

“Stay where you are and move…very slowly back
and forth.”

The head of his cock withdrew slightly and
slapped back into place. Honoria threw her head back, lips parted
as a wave of dizzying pleasure shook her.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

He did it again without being asked and went
into a frenzy, bucking into her as hard as he could.

“My lady,” he cried, face buried in her belly
as his cock jerked and gushed within her. His hips refused to move
and remained crushed to her while he made little grunting
sounds.

Honoria ran a hand down his back and locked
her fingers over the rounded swell of his ass cheeks. She could
feel his trembling pleasure and the way his cock went limp like a
ball on the end of a string.

He pulled out slowly and fell back against
the opposite bench, panting. As she watched his cock grew turgid,
and the thick purple head rose, filling up big and shiny.

“Surely you aren't ready to go again,” she
said, running her nails over that incredible head.

He gave her a quick, sidelong look and pushed
one of her legs back on itself. Liquid dribbled between Honoria's
thighs, squeezed out of her by the unnatural position. He pushed
her other leg back and held her completely exposed to his
lascivious gaze while the tip of his cock prodded at her, pushing
her delicate lips out around his swollen tip.

She shivered, hips thrusting up to capture
his flesh. From her half-reclining position she could see between
her thighs to where his tip pressed for entrance.

“I'd like to fuck you again, m'lady—if you
don't mind?”

A bump jostled them so the tip of his cock
slid downwards and brushed her nether ring. Except for that first
time with Robbie, she hadn't had another man in her ass.

“Do you have lotion?” she questioned,
glancing at the sumptuous appointments of Michel's carriage.

He reached down into a cabinet built under
the bench seat and pulled a small glass flask from a heavily
cushioned niche. “You want me to fuck you…there?” he questioned,
watching the tip of his cock prod her puckered ring.

Honoria held on to the back of her ankles.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Use your fingers first.” She remembered
Robbie stretching her, and the head of his cock wasn't nearly as
big as the one pressed against her.

The man moistened his finger and gently
pushed into her tightly closed hole. “Does that hurt?”

“No,” she told him, struggling to get a
better look at what he was doing. “More!”

He gulped, throat working. His eyes darted to
his finger diligently working her ass, and added another two.

Honoria's hips thrust as he pumped into her.
“I'm not…in pain,” she said. “Faster!”

“It's tight,” he protested.

“Then loosen it!”

“I don't think this is a good idea,” he
moaned.

“Spread your fingers!”

A fourth finger joined the three already in
her. His pupils had dilated and he was shivering, but his cock
looked almost painful, a bright shiny red, oozing at the tip. His
fingers spread, holding her open long enough for him to fill her
with sweet-smelling oil. Pressure built in her little used
passageway. She could feel the individual shapes of his fingers,
stretching her. Her nipples were so tight, they hurt.

“Now!” she demanded, holding him with her
eyes. “Put your cock in me.
Do it now!
”

He placed his cock against her and pushed.
“You're so hot,” he said thickly.

His cock filled her from side to side, the
head wedged in her opening as he struggled to push his hips against
her splayed flesh. Honoria grabbed the rounded cheeks of his ass
and jerked, shivering as the thick, bulbous head screwed in past
her outer defenses.

Honoria panted, eyes rolled back in her head.
“Oh my God.”

His hands locked behind her knees and pulled
her out flat. Honoria's hips bucked wildly as her sphincter muscles
parted around his unnatural invasion. The pleasure-pain was
incredible. Finally, he slapped home, the base of his cock grinding
against her sensitive flesh. His balls were so tight and high it
felt like she had a cushion between her thighs. The oversized
nature of his cock head made it easy for the rest of him to
penetrate and he used short, hard strokes to open her further, his
hair roughened flesh grinding into her crotch.

Pulling back, he withdrew until his head was
on the verge of being expelled, before he slammed back in, lips
pulled back over his teeth as he literally attacked her with the
ferocity of his thrusts. Her breasts bounced under his onslaught,
and she wailed, jolted by the harsh rattle of the carriage and the
man pumping her ass like buggering her was his life's goal.

Her muscles tightened, milking him from base
to tip. Eased by the copious amounts of lotion he'd squeezed into
her ever widening passage, she couldn't prevent him from plowing
into her over and over, or even slow him down as he used the width
of his bulbous head to make her cry out. Warmth exploded between
her thighs as her flesh swelled beneath his non-stop pounding.

He released her legs and grabbed at the all
too limited bounty of her breasts, fondling the already sensitive
nipples with rough hands as his fingers jabbed down over and over,
on her distended peaks.

“I'm gonna cum,” he grunted, mouth locking
down on her nearest breast with savage intensity. He rolled the
mound in his mouth, tonguing her nipple until she drummed her heels
on the floor, head thrown back.

Hot spurts washed her innermost depths,
filling her to capacity as he ground his cock into her now swollen
ass. He pulled away slowly, and had only minor difficulties
removing his now limp cock from her still throbbing passageway.
Honoria took a deep breath and shuddered. She could feel the widely
stretched muscles in her sphincter gaping open.

The coach was at a total standstill and from
the lack of sound, they were in the country. She rolled her head to
the side and saw a bearded face peering through the window. The
door opened and a man crawled into the compartment. What little she
could see of him under the heavy driving cloak was packed with
muscle and the rest of him was equally—if heavily—built despite a
burgeoning belly. He pushed his cloak off, opened the buttons to
his trousers, and freed a thick, fleshy cock with prominent veins.
His balls were big and pendulous, and covered with curly black
hair. He pulled them out over the edge of his breeches as he jerked
at his straining length.

Michel’s servant pushed him back toward the
door. “What are you doing?” he cried. “Get back to the horses!”

The coachman’s cock rose stiff and tall,
curving to the right as if he’d pulled it the wrong way. “I want me
a piece,” he said. “If she’ll fuck you, she can fuck me.”

Honoria shivered at the crudity. Despite her
recent activities, she was only partially satisfied. Her gaze
traced the coachman’s erect cock with avid curiosity. His hands
were big and brutal and she wondered if sex with him would
hurt.

“Put lotion on him.”

“But…m’lady!”

She pulled her ankles back. “Do it.”

The man smirked and tolerated the little man
smearing his cock with grease. The shiny coating made entry into
Honoria’s well-used depths easy. His cock was so hot it burned
going in and he appeared just as hungry as the servant, taking her
with the pent up need of someone who’d gone a long time without.
His hands found her breasts, kneading her meager assets as she
grunted beneath him, knees up over his shoulders.

The servant crouched beside them and parted
Honoria’s folds with his fingers, licking her as the coachman
pounded her ass. His tongue was long and agile, and wiggled about
with such enthusiasm that she couldn’t stay still, jerking about in
a most undignified way.

She could feel her labia swelling. Then the
servant grabbed her around the hips, tongue thrusting and circling.
His lips worked her willing flesh and abruptly grabbed her clit,
sucking the shy bit of flesh into his mouth.

Honoria screamed, hips jerking.

The coachman locked his hands on her hips and
rode it out, buried to the balls in her depths as she moaned and
wailed, hands clenched on the soft velvet upholstery.

“I’m gonna cum,” he muttered, still holding
on to her. “Stop licking her, you little bugger.”

The servant abruptly stopped and pulled back
enough to fasten his lips over the swelling base of the coachman’s
cock as the man poured hot cum into Honoria’s ass. He yelled, and
abruptly fell back, arms flailing.

The servant followed him down, holding him
when he would have moved. His lips closed over the man’s still
rigid cock and milked him dry while the man cried out, both hands
knotted in the smaller man’s hair.

“Damn that was good,” the coachman said
finally. “Just…don’t it again.”

The small man sat up, his cock pointing
straight up. “Next time you want a hand, you know where to find
me.”

The coachman shook his head and buttoned up
his pants. The coach started a minute later.

Honoria shivered, legs totally limp. Her ass
felt hot and sticky, and her legs didn’t want to move. She felt
lost and desperately uncomfortable.

The little man watched her for a second.
“You’re not satisfied,” he said.

Her quick, furtive glance was enough to put
him on his knees. Because of his height, his face was equal with
her crotch. He thrust all five fingers into her still gaping ass as
he licked her clit into his mouth, sucking hard.

Honoria twitched. “Oh my God!”

Without warning, her ass clenched down and
her breathing caught as she was torn by wave after wave of
pulsating pleasure. She came back to herself to find his fingers
still pummeling her rear passage and her legs kicking weakly.

He pulled his fingers from her with a wet
slurp and studied her thoughtfully. Her flesh throbbed from head to
toes and she was sure her breasts were bruised. She looked down
over her chest to see her nipples looking red and painfully
tight.

The little man pulled a small chest from
beneath his seat and proceeded to clean her. The feeling was oddly
luxurious. Even Daisy didn’t go so far.

Convinced she was as perfect as he could make
her, the little man sat back on his haunches. “You’re beautiful,
m’lady.”

The compliment was heady, when Honoria knew
she was nothing of the sort. She gave him an awkward smile. “Thank
you.”

He smiled back, and offered his hand to pull
her into an upright position. “Not much longer now.”

The carriage turned down a long drive. Light
flared in the distance, growing brighter as they passed stands of
big, carefully groomed trees. Banks of fragrant roses gave way to a
neatly trimmed lawn centered by an enormous marble fountain. It was
obvious the Duc de Ganelon’s family hadn’t lost its wealth and more
than obvious they had a taste for ostentatious display. The
carriage pulled up to enormous bronze doors and stopped with a
rattle of harness.