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He pulled me to him, hiding
his face against my hair, rubbing his cheek against the satiny
strands.
    “Then show me!” I reached for his belt, tore
at his pants to free his erection. So thick, wanting my touch,
wanting me to taste it. My mouth descended, swooping down all at
once, feeling the head stretch my lips and press against the back
of my throat. I bobbed along the shaft’s length, sucking, licking,
my hands workings the heavy sacs below, gently squeezing them until
he put a hand on each side of my head and began to fuck my mouth. I
let him control me like that, fondling his balls with one hand
while I reached between my legs to pull at my clit.
    “Blessed Beatrice,” he cried out, his skin
along his cock rippling with the first of his cum. “Keep sucking,
keep sucking.”
    He bucked inside my mouth a few more times
before withdrawing and collapsing along the length of the bed. He
was panting, his body weakened from the past few weeks of fucking
and fighting. Whereas I had only grown stronger. I scrambled to the
head of the bed, turning quickly, one leg arcing over his head as I
planted my pussy against his mouth.
    Louis didn’t protest, only stopped his
breathing for one surprised moment before he began laving the walls
of my pussy. My whole body was alive with the sensation of his
tongue stroking my labia before plunging into me. I wiggled against
his face, his chin biting into the hard bone that ran beneath my
clit.
    The mirror was up against the wall and I
watched myself squirming against his mouth. I cupped my breasts,
fondled them as I began to bounce up and down. He stuck a finger
inside my pussy and I cried out, my body hovering at the edge of
climax. I grabbed his other hand and guided it to my bottom,
forcing his index finger apart from its brothers. He licked the
length of his finger and then swirled it in the thick juice that
coated my pussy before ramming it into the tight hole that winked
above.
    My lust-filled scream pierced the morning
quiet, but he kept driving his fingers into me, licking my pussy
with long strokes, while he finger fucked both of my holes. I came
then, a shuddering climax that thundered through my body and left
me quivering above his still feasting mouth.
    Louis pushed me forward onto my hands and
knees and dipped his cock into my wet slit until it was heavy with
my cream. Then he grabbed my bottom, his thumbs parting the cheeks.
I felt the heavy tip of his cock wedge against the small opening to
my bottom. Another wave of anticipation washed over me and I moaned
my encouragement.
    How can I explain what it felt like as he
plundered that tight hole? Was there pain? Yes. But it only
quadrupled my pleasure, my protesting muscles gripping his cock
tighter still. His thickness filled me beyond the narrow borders of
that other channel, seeming to fill my pussy with his manhood as if
each stroke was inside its wet, grasping depths. The pressure on my
clit was stacked so high I thought urine would spill from me before
I came. Everything tried to pull him deeper into me. Every muscle
rejoiced as he put his first tender, exploratory thrusts aside and
began to drive hard inside me. I was moaning…crying…tearing at my
hair…my face flat against the mattress as I screamed my pleasure
into it until, with a bone-deep grunt, we climaxed together.
    There was nothing for me to do then but get
dressed and pack my luggage. Already, the livery bells were
jingling outside, announcing the coach’s arrival. He carried the
trunks outside while I bound my hair and walked down the hall to
Mother’s room. There was the polite knock, the polite good-bye, the
polite assurances that I would write her once a week even though
she would never write a return letter. It was not my custom to
approach her bed, but I did this time, nurturing with each step
closer some perverse hope that she would smell Louis on me and that
the shock might stop her heart. I had told him that I would do as
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