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All persons were eighteen years of age or older at the time of any sexual encounters described here.
Charlotte was born and brought up by her reasonably well-off parents on a large estate in the eastern counties of England a few miles from the small town of Diss. Born in the early part of the nineteenth century she was the oldest of five, with two brothers and twin sisters, she was always very much on the precocious side, much to her parents' distress.
She was tall, for a woman of that period, with waist length raven black hair contrasting sharply against her pale skin. Her eyes were a vivid emerald green that had the power to hold the gaze of all but the most strongly willed. An oval face with high cheek bones, a dainty, slightly pointed, nose and full lips gat a picture that remained in the mind. During her later teenage years she had blossomed and now, following her eighteenth birthday, sported a slender figure with well proportioned breasts. She turned many heads. She was slim but without the gawkiness that her height might have produced. Her movements were fluid with a natural grace that many dancers would kill for. She was, without doubt, a real beauty.
Life on the borders between Norfolk and Suffolk was not exactly the most exhilarating and the young Charlotte dreamed of a life of adventure in faraway exotic places doing thrilling things with exciting people. Anywhere away from Diss would do in fact, even possibly Ipswich or Yarmouth at a push. Her parents were not enthusiastic about, and never attended, the London season. This social isolation didn't help the blossoming woman.
The child grew into adolescence and then womanhood with still no sign of the hoped for expansion of horizons. Rare visits to the larger city of Norwich, the port town of Ipswich, and on a single occasion the capital London only fed her desire to be somewhere else. Her parents were, to put it mildly, approaching their wits end. Not only was she now bouncing around full of frustrated hormonal energy, but she showed absolutely no interest in any of the many possible suitors in the area. There was a steady stream of hopefuls calling, only to be rebuffed or simply ignored. To be fair, few of the young men would be capable of handling the effervescent young woman. A number of the older men could, or at least thought they could, bring her to heal but their current wives felt otherwise.
Charlotte had long dreamt of a dashing, handsome husband riding up the drive, out of the sunset, to whisk her away to the afore mentioned excitement. As her eighteenth birthday came and went thoughts of any whisking became invariably accompanied by the skilful use of long, slender fingers being applied deep into her virgin pussy. She had discovered the sensitive little knob of her clitoris and had more recently found the hot trigger spot just inside. Her hands played a nightly duet that would have made Mozart green with envy.
It was a considerable surprise to all when Charlotte was suddenly swept up in a maelstrom of emotion by the arrival of the dashing man from the New World.
Richard was a southern plantation owner in his mid-forties. His sprawling estate was south of Memphis in the neighbouring state of Mississippi. He was a well-built, rugged man with skin toned by the southern sun. His most obvious features were a shock of light golden blonde hair and piercing brown eyes set in a well-defined strong and undeniably handsome face. Most women immediately took a fancy to him; most men certainly did not but would not dream of challenging someone who obviously knew how to handle himself. He was very articulate with a deep, soft southern accent that sent electric tremors down many a female spine. His outward appearance of being a fuck machine was, in reality, very much the case.
Richard and Charlotte met by pure accident while she was riding alongside the river Waveney with her parents. She hardly noticed his age; Richard was a good twenty years older than her. The suave, smooth-talking older man with the easy southern drawl immediately captured the heart of the excitable young woman from a rural backwater. His stunning good looks stirred feelings of a hitherto unknown nature within her. They did exactly the same with her mother, though these were far from unknown. The novelty of someone having other that a local accent sparked an additional interest in the young woman.
Richard was immediately aware of the very tasty, attentive young lady who appeared in front of him that afternoon. She would fill a space in his bed quite nicely. He was acutely aware of the deep sexuality starting to blossom within her. He carefully observed her lithe young figure, just starting to blossom. In particular, her pert, firm breasts starting to fill out her bodice drew his attention. His cock stiffened at the very thought of adding her maidenhead to his collection.
Charlotte's parents noted the obvious initial sparks and glanced at each other hopefully. An invitation to call was made and duly accepted. Richard was most certainly not going to pass up on the opportunity to get his hands on that succulent little delicacy. His ability to charm birds from trees soon enchanted the young woman and impressed her family. Her mother was particularly enamoured with her daughter's potential suitor and detected deep stirrings that she had not felt for some time; they were both of a similar age after all. That night Charlotte's pussy was home to a particularly rigorous workout.
Richard was staying with his aunt on her nearby estate. He was at that time bored out of his brains with little to occupy him, apart from the mountain of mind-numbing business papers and one of his aunt's maids. She provided the regular relief that Richard needed. He sorely missed the regular supply of pussy readily availlable on the plantation back home. There were still several weeks before his business could be completed so the maid was getting generous nightly portions of southern comfort. She was appreciating the attention but had, unfortunately, developed delusional dreams of becoming the mistress of all that Richard surveyed. His aunt did not approve and, correctly, anticipated the mess she would need to clear up on his departure. Still, it kept him satisfied, as the nightly cries and banging drifting down from the garret testified. More importantly it kept away him from her. The rugged, bronzed nephew with the shock of blonde hair was very tempting to the aging widow after several years of abstinence. The nocturnal cacophony certainly didn't help.
The young Richard had always brought out maternal instincts in most of the women in his circle. As he grew into manhood those instincts morphed into a willingness by the same women to provide motherhood services for him. It required strong will power indeed to resist those brown eyes when they were turned in a women's direction. Few fought for long, if at all. The list of his offspring grew steadily, but discreetly. Several husbands were amazed by, and often proud of, a late addition to their family.
Richard's first visit to Charlotte's home was a roaring success. The charm worked its usual magic; the whole family was enthralled with him. Charlotte was captivated and would talk of nothing else the following day. The twins spent the evening gazing, doe eyed, at their big sister's possible beau.
Charlotte's parents were later undecided which was the more tiring; a bouncy bored girl or a lovesick young woman continually eulogising about the man she now decided she loved more deeply than anything in the universe. Richard, being the experienced man of the world, knew when his luck was in and rapidly scooped his prize by proposing marriage within a couple of weeks. This was readily accepted by both the lovesick young woman and her relieved parents; the latter being particularly pleased by Richard's insistence that no dowry should be paid. She would become his second wife, the first having died in childbirth a few years before along with what would have been his first child.
Richard was due to return to America at the end of the following month so a relatively rushed, but not indecently so, marriage was arranged.
The happy couple wandered around the estate and surrounding countryside, accompanied, at a discreet distance, by the mandatory chaperone. Richard described his plantation and the people on it. Charlotte was spellbound by talk of exciting people and long dreamt about exotic faraway places.
The first few days after the betrothal Richard spent discreetly determining the extent of his fiancée's sexual knowledge. She was an accomplished horsewoman and had a workable understanding of what daddy and mummy horses did to make baby horses. It didn't require much effort for Richard to transfer this knowledge to the context of his, soon to be, wife. Charlotte was a little shocked initially. She had never really considered the possibility that her knowledge of equine and bovine mating behaviour would also be applied to her own marital position. Richard, sensing this, moved his comments over to having her describe her feelings in general. The charm was cranked up to full power. It was but a short step to getting her to admit and then describe how she relieved herself. His knowledge of her most intimate actions suprised her at first, but she soon began to feel at ease as her future husband went into increasing detail. He, on occasions, made subtle suggestions as to how she could enhance her nighttime experiences.
Charlotte found herself becoming more and more excited as the days passed. Each morning was filled with eager anticipation of new revelations; bedtime spent applying, mentally and physically, what she had discovered during the day. The latter was not a particularly new feature. Her sexuality flourished, something that was not lost on Richard. Her family noticed a change though only her mother fully understood the cause. All breathed more easily as Charlotte's post adolescent energies became increasingly focused on her fiancée. Richard loved the attention and his aunt's pretty little maid received a particularly energetic fucking most nights.
As the wedding date approached Richard explained, with increasingly graphic detail, exactly what he would be doing with his new wife, what he expected her to do to him when they were finally alone. Charlotte's wonder at the vague inuendo morphed into sexual excitement as his remarks carefully escalated to increasingly risqué comments and ended up as unashamed statements of intent whispered into her receptive ear. Her poor young pussy began receiving increasing attention from her fingers and the thick handle of her hairbrush.
The wedding day
The wedding day finally arrived with the ceremony taking place in the mediaeval village church. The happy couple departed, as traditional, after the reception to a family property on the sea cliffs just outside the coastal town of Southwold.
The wedding night saw a very excited, if slightly apprehensive and intoxicated, Charlotte being escorted up the stairs to the flower bedecked master bedroom. Charlotte had a fairly realistic idea what was awaiting her that night. Richard had, despite the constant presence of the chaperone, been quietly whispering increasingly explicit sweet nothings in her ear during the days leading up to the marriage.
Richard was calm as he gently led his virgin bride towards the large fourposter marital bed. Charlotte shivered as the reality of her situation and the lack of a chaperone came home to her. She trembled in excitement as her new husband moved unhurriedly behind her. Slowly he leaned toward her, whispering softly in her ear as he approached, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. She giggled nervously as his hot breath brushed across her neck, his fingers lightly stroking the soft flesh of her shoulders. His words of encouragement calmed her; her head fell back against his. Richard smiled to himself as he deeply inhaled the sweet, fresh aroma of his new bride.
Charlotte felt hands lightly brushing across her shoulder blades, making their way to the fastenings behind. Slowly the laces were undone and the dress pulled open and slid forward. She gasped as her husband's lips brushed against the now exposed back of her neck for the first time. His hands moved slowly round to her front, lifting the material clear of her body before, finally, cupping her breasts. She dissolved into uncontrollable shivering as the tender flesh was stroked and then kneaded for the first time by hands other than her own. Richard's soft words in her ear stimulated her further as he began to describe what he was about to do next. His hands pushed the dress out from her and let it slip slowly to the floor, leaving her standing in just her under garments. Skilled fingers soon undid the lace of her bodice, letting it join her dress on the carpet. Charlotte, by this time, was breathing rather heavily.
Richard pulled her gently back against him. She felt his strong arms holding her and something firm began pushing against her buttocks. Something that was getting firmer and larger as it slid against her through the smooth material of her silk drawers. Mummy and daddy horses sprang to mind in her increasingly excited mind. Her nipples hardened in response to her husband's fingers playing with the sensitive flesh. His hot breath and tender kisses on her neck made her begin to swoon. Richard caught her, lifted her into his arms and gently deposited her on the large soft bed. His hands reached down, slowly pulling her remaining garments down to her ankles, then removing them completely. He tossed them onto a chair and walked around the room selectively extinguishing some of the brighter lights. The room was now in partial darkness with pools of light casting long flickering shadows.
Richard moved quietly to the side of the bed. He paused, admiring the beautiful naked young bride prone on the soft white sheets before him. He always enjoyed the first time with a new woman but the rarity of having a virgin was something special, even for him. Silently he removed his clothing and approached the bed. Charlotte's eyes explored the naked man before her. Her gaze dwelt on his rapidly rising manhood. Richard, realising the novelty of her seeing a naked man for the first time, paused for a few moments. Charlotte's eyes and mouth opened wider as Richard's cock rose up to an almost full erection. He smiled and moved slowly forward, pausing one more time before carefully mounting the bed.
Charlotte rolled onto her side facing him. Richard reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. She shivered as he moved closer and began kissing her lips. She responded and soon they were going at each other flat out. Years of frustration combined with Richards priming over the previous weeks burst out as pure passion. Richard was taken slightly aback at the energy now flowing through his blushing bride. He had not expected this response so soon but was certainly not going to pass on the opportunity.
His hands began exploring. Charlotte reciprocated after the very briefest of pauses. The resultant flurry of exploring hands, kisses and moans continued for several minutes until Richard's fingers found the outer mound of a virgin pussy. Charlotte squealed and went rigid for a couple of seconds before breathing out. Richard began lightly stroking the soft, slightly moist lips through the dark bush of hair. Charlotte sighed before nervously parting her legs. Richard smiled as he leaned forwards over her chest and began nibbling at her nipples. His fingers parted the lips and slowly ran along the valley. Her initial squeals had transformed into low moans as the unaccustomed pleasure flowed over her. Her husband's fingers were not doing anything that she had not done herself, but it was far more interesting when someone else was doing it.
Charlotte was now moaning deeply and almost continually as her rapidly hardening nipple was sucked fully into Richards hot mouth. A tongue flickered across the tip; teeth gently caressed the base as strong sucking elongated the sensitive flesh. The moans became soft little cries as the early stages of orgasm formed and built deep within her. Her fingers ran through the thick blonde hair pulling him towards her. He lifted away and moved to the other nipple. Charlotte shrieked with excitement. Richard worked away for several minutes until the cries became almost continual. He released her. The disappointed sigh was soon replaced by sharp cries as he began to kiss around and under her breasts. Slowly he moved across her belly, tongue running rings around and then inside her navel. There was a noticeable sharp intake and then holding of breath as his lips and tongue worked their way down to her Mons Venus.
Very light kisses, applied in a circular motion, drew a low-pitched continual groan from the awakening woman below. His tongue forced a path through the thick forest of pubic hair. That would later need to be removed; Richard preferred a smooth pussy. Eventually the tongue tip encountered the moistening lips and slowly parted them. The groan became louder and more rhythmic as he worked his way along the labia before licking back up the crack, around the vulva opening until, eventually, the tip brushed her clitoris. The groans immediately stopped for a second before being replaced by a throaty scream.
Sucking noises began to replace the quietness of the room.
Multiple screams and cries came apace. Charlottes hip pushed up against her new husband, gyrating against his face. Her hands grabbed his hair and pulled him further into her. Richard was having trouble keeping in contact with the clit as increasingly rapid twists and rolling threatened to dislodge him. His hands grasped both her hips and held them firmly. Now having a degree of control once more, he covered the clit with his mouth and began sucking in earnest. It only took a few seconds before the woman below him was turned into a squirming animal, bucking and writhing against him. Heels drummed against his back as Charlotte approached and then submitted to her first full orgasm.
Her spasms slowly subsided, her grip relaxed, and Richard found he could breathe again. He moved himself up onto the still gasping body of his wife. A light covering of sweat made the transit easier. Their lips met and several minutes of deep, passionate, full tongue kissing followed.
"So, that was interesting." Richard commented.
"Hmmm, yes. I liked that, liked it a lot."
"I told you so."
"Yes, but reality is much, much better."
"Well reality is working its way towards you again. I hope you're ready."
"Why, what's going to happen husband dear?"
"Guess."
Richard kissed her and reached down to grasp hold of his fully engorged prick. He moved it across and slowly ran the tip along the fully damp crack until the glans was poised at the entrance to her vulva. Charlotte's eyes and mouth opened wider as Richard applied more pressure and the tip pressed into her.
"Well, this cock of mine is a bit shy and looking for somewhere to hide."
"There is no way on earth that is shy."
"Still wants somewhere warm."
"I'm sure you can find some....where. Ohhh MY GOD"
Richard pushed, the glans slid in, and Charlotte screamed again, much louder this time. His entrance was easier than he expected, probably a result of her regular horse riding, without side-saddle, and even more regular, nightly exercises. She was obviously still a virgin, the hymen that briefly impeded his way was testimony to that.
"Now, my darling, get ready. This might be a little uncomfortable."
"Oh Richard, I think I'm read...... ohhhh.... Fuuuck."
