Her eyes fluttered open in time to see him freeing his enormous phallus from the constraints of his breeches, then he reaches across and lifted her onto his lap. Clinging to his shoulders, she sat astride him, positioning herself so his member was nudging at the whorled entrance to her quim.
She lowered herself onto it an inch at time, enjoying the slow penetration, undulating her hips as she impaled herself on his throbbing column which felt hot and ramrod-hard. He kissed her deeply, letting her feel its virile throbbing, then as she began to move slowly on it, using it for an instrument of her own pleasure, he took her by the waist and assisted her.
She rode him gently at first, but then, as a smouldering heat grew high up in her groin, faster and more vigorously, until she was breathless and panting, the jolting of the coach adding to the impetus of her movements.
She came again in a delirious cresting wave of carnality, then cried out as hew he jammed her down hard on his engorged shaft and achieved his own discharge like a dam breaching its banks.
From "Evelina" by Louisa Campion in The Mammoth Book of Historical Erotica. ed. Maxim Jaubowski New York: Carrol and Graf 1998.1-21.15.
Eltheria was spent. She ached to collapse on the floor. Her weakened muscles gave out, but before she could sprawl on the ground, a hand caught her under her belly. The finger slipped out of her anus. She felt the swollen head of a cock press firmly up against her tight rear hole. That second of anticipation was the worst. She didn’t know what to expect. No man had ever penetrated her asshole. The idea of being buggered renewed her strength. A flame flickered within her, then rampantly spread like a brush fire.
The dagger-tip eased slowly past her elastic sphincter until the tick ridge of the cock-head was inside. Pain flashed through her body. She wanted to pull away, but didn’t dare. She breathed deeply and willed herself to relax. His entire penis was soon trapped inside her hot ass. It hurt. But it hurt good. She shuddered from the mixed sensations. Eltheia rotated on the rod. The lover took a few tentative strokes, then slammed into her. He stabbed her repeatedly with his flesh sword. His scrotum slapped loudly and wetly against her sopping labia.
The near withdrawal and then re-entry drove her to new heights of ecstasy. When the flange of his cock-head popped free of her sphincter, scraping the nerve endings around her anal opening, then scoured them back again on the way back in, she realized the pleasure of anal intercourse.
He reached under and felt her streaming nectar greasing her thighs. He rippled his fingers through her engorged petals, strummed her clitoris, then jammed three fingers into her vagina. She could almost feel his fingers touching his penis through the thin membrane between her vagina and anus. It seemed that her rear passage grew wider with each pump. She tightened her ass muscles around his cock, pulling him in deeper, holding him in longer. In wild abandon she slammed back against his groin.
He buggered her until she’d come twice.
When Ethelia was on the verge of her third orgasm, she clamped down tight. Her lover grunted in surprise. She felt a hot, delicious feeling swirl through her.
Then her mind blanked out in a surge of pulsing pleasure. The orgasm ripped through body, suddenly triggering his orgasm. They bucked and thrashed against each other, locking hips, straining. Blinding white light flashed before Ethelia’s eyes.
She lowered herself onto it an inch at time, enjoying the slow penetration, undulating her hips as she impaled herself on his throbbing column which felt hot and ramrod-hard. He kissed her deeply, letting her feel its virile throbbing, then as she began to move slowly on it, using it for an instrument of her own pleasure, he took her by the waist and assisted her.
She rode him gently at first, but then, as a smouldering heat grew high up in her groin, faster and more vigorously, until she was breathless and panting, the jolting of the coach adding to the impetus of her movements.
She came again in a delirious cresting wave of carnality, then cried out as hew he jammed her down hard on his engorged shaft and achieved his own discharge like a dam breaching its banks.
From "Evelina" by Louisa Campion in The Mammoth Book of Historical Erotica. ed. Maxim Jaubowski New York: Carrol and Graf 1998.1-21.15.
Eltheria was spent. She ached to collapse on the floor. Her weakened muscles gave out, but before she could sprawl on the ground, a hand caught her under her belly. The finger slipped out of her anus. She felt the swollen head of a cock press firmly up against her tight rear hole. That second of anticipation was the worst. She didn’t know what to expect. No man had ever penetrated her asshole. The idea of being buggered renewed her strength. A flame flickered within her, then rampantly spread like a brush fire.
The dagger-tip eased slowly past her elastic sphincter until the tick ridge of the cock-head was inside. Pain flashed through her body. She wanted to pull away, but didn’t dare. She breathed deeply and willed herself to relax. His entire penis was soon trapped inside her hot ass. It hurt. But it hurt good. She shuddered from the mixed sensations. Eltheia rotated on the rod. The lover took a few tentative strokes, then slammed into her. He stabbed her repeatedly with his flesh sword. His scrotum slapped loudly and wetly against her sopping labia.
The near withdrawal and then re-entry drove her to new heights of ecstasy. When the flange of his cock-head popped free of her sphincter, scraping the nerve endings around her anal opening, then scoured them back again on the way back in, she realized the pleasure of anal intercourse.
He reached under and felt her streaming nectar greasing her thighs. He rippled his fingers through her engorged petals, strummed her clitoris, then jammed three fingers into her vagina. She could almost feel his fingers touching his penis through the thin membrane between her vagina and anus. It seemed that her rear passage grew wider with each pump. She tightened her ass muscles around his cock, pulling him in deeper, holding him in longer. In wild abandon she slammed back against his groin.
He buggered her until she’d come twice.
When Ethelia was on the verge of her third orgasm, she clamped down tight. Her lover grunted in surprise. She felt a hot, delicious feeling swirl through her.
Then her mind blanked out in a surge of pulsing pleasure. The orgasm ripped through body, suddenly triggering his orgasm. They bucked and thrashed against each other, locking hips, straining. Blinding white light flashed before Ethelia’s eyes.
From "A Gods Wrath" by Olly Jansen in The Mammoth Book of Historical Erotica. ed. Maxim Jaubowski New York: Carrol and Graf.382-394.393-394.
Dancing couple above from the unforgetttable INMAGINE and PHOTOALTO.
The man and the woman are as naked as the day they were born, when God created them. Guided by the light of Dominique Douieb, their bodies sketch all the likely figures of a possible completeness. Masculine strength marries feminine harmony. The full forms of his muscles are wedded to the arches of her slender curves. Their destinies have always mingled together. Their interwoven bodies melt into a unity that the black and white treatment finishes to celebrate. Maximum amplitude on the scale of beauty
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