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knees out of her mind and whenever the opportunity presented itself, she spied on Marcus bathing. She had to admit that he was certainly impressive. I mean it was certainly impressive hanging there as he got in or out of the bath.

An idea was forming in her head. The next tea party, she got Hermione alone. “Hermy, about what you were complaining about the last time we saw each other.”

“Lucinda. I’m so sorry. It must have been the spirits talking.”

Mrs. Grey laughed. “In vino veritas.”

Mrs. Allsop blushed. “You’re right, Lucinda, there is truth in wine,” she forced a smile.

“Hermione, what if I told you I might know a young man who would be willing to allow you the pleasure you seek?”

The other woman’s eyes widened as did her mouth. “I-I-I don’t know what to say. It was more like a fantasy, but if it were possible, I’d pay a lot of money for the opportunity,” she whispered. “But it would have to be very discreet.”

“Of course. As to payment, I think he’d charge a lot.” Mrs. Lucinda Grey threw out a figure that in today’s dollars might be the equivalent to $500.

Mrs. Hermione Allsop didn’t blink. “Like I said, he would have to be discreet; very discreet.”

“Give me a few weeks, maybe a month.”

The very next day, Lucinda sat down with Marcus. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No ma’am, but I’m looking forward to my first time. I’m eighteen, you know. I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“I do, and I might just have a woman for you. A very experienced woman who can teach you things a young man should know. And here’s the best part for you, she’s willing to pay you.”

“She’ll pay me to let me, well you know?” Although, Mrs. Grey made sure he was fed and clothed properly, he didn’t have much in the way of spending money.

“Yes. She’s anxious to have a young man satisfy her needs.” Mrs. Grey explained that this woman would be willing to pay the equivalent of $250 in today’s dollars.

“I’ll do it.”

“Now, Marcus, this woman is married, but her husband doesn’t give her what she needs. You’ll need to keep very quiet about all of this.”

“I will, I promise.”

Two weeks later, Lucinda Grey’s carriage delivered young Marcus to Mrs. Hermione Allsop’s mansion. One as large if not larger than the Grey mansion. Her staff had the day off.

“Mrs. Grey told me you were a handsome young man, but I am impressed. You may call me Louise. Now, why don’t you get undressed. It’s been years since I’ve seen a man as young as you, naked.”

Marcus undressed while Louise sat on her bed, watching.

When he stood before her naked, his manhood was almost fully erect. Mrs. Hermione Louise Allsop may have been a sophisticated lady but she grew up on a farm with farmhands who had the mouths of farmhands. “Oh my, Mr. Grey, you have the most magnificent cock. You are a Greek god. May I?”

He wasn’t sure what she meant by may I, but in a moment Hermione Louise Allsop was on her knees. Marcus’ now fully erect cock in her mouth. Well, at least his cockhead.

Hungry for the joy of his manhood, it was only minutes before it wasn’t just his cockhead in her mouth.

Hermione’s husband was not nearly as big, and he was her only one, but she was confident she could swallow every inch. She was also determined.

She looked up at Marcus. He was still in a state of shock, but the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes told him all he needed to know. Mrs. Allsop; Louise was enjoying his cock, and masturbation was no substitute.

As for her. It had been years and years. Now, her knickers were drenched. Louise didn’t care. There’d been nothing like using her mouth to please her husband. He got so stiff and when he exploded, she could feel the pleasure through his manhood in her mouth.

Now, young Marcus Grey was even stiffer and there was so much more. You might think she’d be concerned about choking on that young cock. It never dawned on her and inch after glorious inch passed her lips. She wanted to feel him throbbing; she wanted to make him explode; she wanted to taste his boyish cream.

Her eyes looked up at him; pleading with him to give her a reward, although as she slid her lips up and down, that was reward enough. On the other hand, she didn’t want it to end. She was elated and she didn’t want that ecstasy to end.

With Mr. Allsop, he insisted that she learn to take all of his manhood, and in time she did. She was beside herself with joy when she felt his sack bounce against her chin. “You are a marvel, my darling,” her husband praised her. “Now that you know how, I expect your mouth to be available every day.”

For those first few years of their marriage, it was and Hermione reveled in the joy of just not pleasing her husband; pleasing herself, too. Her womanhood leaked down her thighs each and every time.

Marcus Grey was so much longer, fatter, younger. When she felt his sack against her chin, she wasn’t leaking, she was gushing.

For another fifteen minutes Louise bobbed up and down; her lips savoring every inch of Marcus’ immense cock. Then she felt him throbbing; pulsing against her lips. To herself she was moaning, “give it to me, Marcus. Give me all of it. I want it; I need it.”

His explosion was nothing like her husband ever gave her. Sure, his cream slid down her throat, but there was no way that she could swallow it all. His second blast dribbled past her lips and down her chin. As did his third, and to her utmost pleasure there was a fourth.

At the same time, Hermione was gushing down her legs. Gushing; leaking would be an understatement.

Marcus had never experienced such a feeling. It wasn’t anything like masturbation. Involuntarily he held Louise’s head in his hands; refusing to let her lips leave. He’d want it again and again. He didn’t care that Louise was likely older than the mother he barely knew.

“Marcus, you have the most perfect cock. It was made to fit in my mouth. My mouth will always be available to your cock. Your cock is delicious. I’m going to let you rest for a while, but don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back shortly and Marcus, I’m going to want more,” she smiled up at him, slid his foreskin back and gave his now exposed cockhead a kiss with her tongue.

She left and used her bathroom to clean herself. She wrung her knickers out. Even as a young bride, her husband never caused her juices to flow like they did when she had young Marcus’ cock in her mouth. Hermione reminded herself that there was no way she’d allow her maid to wash her undergarments.

She also reminded herself that she wanted that cock; that long, fat, young, hard cock again. Her preference was to suck it, but she looked forward to the time that she’d introduce Marcus’ cock to her cunny.

When she returned to Marcus’ bedroom, he was lying on top of the bed, still naked. He was half awake, but his manhood was dead.

Hermione Louise Allsop didn’t hesitate. Even at rest, it was bigger than her husband’s. She recalled as a young bride doing her husband like this. Like what?

Feeling it rise, expand, inflate. whatever word works for you, in her mouth. Now, she got such satisfaction out of feeling Marcus’ cock stretch her lips. She was hungrier than the first time; now she knew what was in store for her when he was fully erect.

When his cock was as erect as it was going to be, Louise’s tongue and lips were all over it. She recalled something her husband encouraged her to do: “no hands, Hermione. Don’t use your hands at all.”

That’s how she sucked Marcus’ cock that second time. Like any man, although she only knew her husband, it took a lot longer that second time. That wasn’t a deterrent; there was so much more time to enjoy that magnificent cock.

By the way, suck was not a word that was used at the time for what Hermione Louise Allsop was doing. In fact, among her class and peers there was no word for it. It was unspeakable.

Finally, he exploded in her mouth. This time she was ready and swallowed all of his tasty man cream. “Hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, Marcus, you are delicious. I’m going to want you two or three times a month. I’ll talk to Lucinda about your availability.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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