The Gushing Bride

Chapter 20: The Gushing Bride

The master bedroom at the back of the fortified house was a spartanly furnished square room about 25 feet across although Thomas had taken the trouble to buy a dressing table with a mirror. The bed was a full 4 poster with enough room to hold an orgy. It stood between 2 big windows but there was no fire place. However there was warmth in the outer wall and the floor thanks to a large fire in the Great Hall immediately below. Betty had taken the trouble to light oil lamps on the small tables either side of the bed.

It had been a great effort for the new groom to climb the stairs encumbered by his bride and he wondered that given her size, equal to his in height, and strength inherited from her father their positions should not have been reversed. He almost dropped on the bed as he collapsed from the effort at the same time.

Caroline quickly set to work removing his boots and lower garments until only his breeches remained. She opened its flap as Sir Thomas remained stationery except for the heavy breathing of his own exhaustion, whereas her similar pattern of respiration was due to the excitement of anticipation. They had both expected for him to take the lead but he was in no position to argue as she lent over him kissing his face repeatedly. She move astride his legs and reached down to grab the penis.

“Why Lady Caroline.” he encouraged knowing she delighted in her new title “What have you got in your hand.”

“I am not sure but I think I like it.” his bride replied joining in and showing imagination more typical of her sisters “And it appears to be growing.”

“It’s your special touch my darling. Do you know where to put it.”

“Yes indeed” and Caroline pulled her shift over her head stretching out to thrust forward the unblemished beautifully firm breasts of a well endowed and fit 20 year old.

“By the Goddess, they are magnificent” declared Thomas and the virgin beamed without wondering how many her husband had previously seen to proffer such an opinion or indeed which goddess he was talking about. It was just as well he was so excited at the vision before him as she was obviously unaware of how to stimulate him with her hand.

“Now place yourself above my …” and he pointed because he doubted she knew a name for it

“Dildo?” and she laughed at her own joke but it was his turn to be perplexed.

“If that’s what you want to call it” he said believing it to be some slang the Hawksby girls had invented when they talked about boys. “Anyway place yourself above it and guide it inside you with your hand.”

“It won’t go in” she said after feeling some resistance from her vulva.

“Slowly, slowly don’t **** it too much. You don’t look like a delicate flower but this is new for you.

At the next attempt her hymen tore and Caroline gave a little scream of surprise rather than pain. Then as instructed she wiggled a few times before starting the vertical motion, pacing herself at first but then as her enjoyment increased she became a wild thing with the blonde tresses of a glorious leonine mane flowing free.

The baronet grabbed her, pulled her down and rolled her letting her legs extend so she was now beneath him in the missionary position. Newly invigorated he pounded her hard and the pain of losing her virginity started to kick in as he thrust deeper and harder before cumming inside her. He removed his suitably bloody cock from her still expectant body and they both lay back panting.

After a while Caroline started pleading with her husband that she wanted more but he was unmoved until she started to rub her pussy. Quite frankly Thomas was shocked by such brazen behaviour by what he thought, notwithstanding her fetish, was an innocent girl.

“Stop that at once, woman.”

“Or what?” replied the defiant fiddler “Will you punish me … with your whip … again? Please?”

Despite brief resistance the tired Sir Thomas eventually gave in and when they were respectably under the sheets he summoned the maid telling her to take a key from his coat downstairs and enter his study. The maid was surprised because normally she was not allowed to enter his special room on her own and even more confounded by his request to return with a riding crop. Nevertheless she performed her task quickly and quietly without any open display of curiosity.

Once the whip courier had left the master although confident his servant would not return without a signal he felt it expedient to lock the door.

“I am much grieved that we have to start our marriage with a beating.” said Sir Thomas who had certainly not planned for this.

“Yes husband, I am truly sorry to be such a disappointment.” and she headed straight to the dressing table, placing her hands on it, staring into the mirror as she placed her upper body parallel to the floor.

“Legs apart!” ordered Sir Thomas as he enjoyed the clear view of her fat pussy despite her blonde mass of pubic hair. “Here it comes.”

Caroline braced herself and it felt like a cold steel had been shoved up her inside such was the shock and thrill which ran through her body. Thomas was obviously not going to hold back and despite leaving a bright red mark on her long behind he hit her again with equal ****.

“Oh, yes!” approved Caroline as the feelings intensified rapidly “Again!”

Thwack! The feelings of the incident had returned but this time there was no guilt just pure excitement. Sir Thomas could see how much his wife was flexing and if he was being perfectly honest he had never seen or rather could not remember a reaction like this from a woman before. The next blow proved too much for Nathaniel Hawksby’s eldest daughter and a liquid sprayed out onto the floor.

“Bloody hell!” exclaimed the astonished whipper. Although the strength in Caroline’s arms had gone so that it was now her head which rested on the furniture, she had at least remained conscious without being able to make a sound other than a grunt as a secondary emission followed with less ****.

Whatever had happened did not smell too good and his first thought was to ring the bell for his servant. When she arrived he shouted for the maid to leave a towel outside and upon her return, with Caroline maintaining her position as he had insisted upon, he unlocked the door and wiped his wife’s ruddy marked bottom before rather lazily dropping the cloth on the ground and rubbing the mess with his feet. Unlike other people in his position, because he maintained such a small staff, he had done a modicum of cleaning up before but in any case he was not keen on another seeing any of this.

With his fingers in her dripping cunt the baronet lent over to speak in his bride’s ear.

“Well, dearest can you explain?”

Though still panting she replied “I don’t know … but when … I get excited …”

“So this has happened before.”?

Although Caroline never discovered exactly what had happened in her father’s study a few weeks previously, she had remember the sensations in her body immediately before and surmised that the same thing must have happened then but she was not about to reveal that information now.

“I have never been …. as excited … as this … my love … Let’s sleep now … if I can make it … to the bed.” as Caroline was anxious to avoid more detailed questioning.

Sir Thomas summoned the strength to transport her once more in his arms feeling excited by what he had just witnessed. Perhaps she would be enough to sate his desires but once again Aphrodite called to him in his dreams telling him that his first duty was to her and that meant fucking as many women as possible.