Part 12

"I truly believe I love you Abigail."

"I love you too, Phileas. Now, please tell me why my husband has you here as his guest?"

I was silent for a moment, thinking furiously. Then I began to tell her a blatantly concocted tale designed the turn her against Sir Baring and grant me leeway to her daughter Nicole.

Knowing that the best of lies are as truthful as possible, I began thusly: "Dearest Abigail, your husband is a very wealthy man. I myself am not poor, but he has it within his power to crush me financially should I not do his bidding."

Abigail reeled back a step as she gasped at my words.

"He had you seduce me?"

"No, no! I was told to distract you while he... I cannot tell you what he is about for I do not know what it is he is about."

"You were to distract me!"

"Wait! Please hear me out! I... never distracted you as instructed. No, for on meeting you the very first time I fell in love with you and so doing his bidding was a relatively simple matter, for just to be near you, to smell a mere whiff of your fragrance would have made me so happy. But to find that you... you cared for me was unbelievable, improbable and utterly..." words failed me.

"I wanted to tell you from the very first. But how could I? You would have rushed to Sir Baring and confronted him. I would be ruined and worse, yes far worse, I would have lost you forever."

"But why did he involve Nicole?" Abigail asked a puzzled expression on her continence.

"I don't know for certain. I believe he thought she would become enamored of me as young girls often do and that you would be occupied in both thought and action, not wanting to leave me out of your sight. A furthering of the distraction as you can see."

I hung my head and looked down at the tips of my boots.

"He did that... to you?"

I nodded my head.

"The cur... that scoundrel! I shall kill him!"

"NO!" I shouted and hoped the household members didn't come running.

"Don't you see? His scheming has brought us together! Without his treachery our love would never have been possible." I reached for her and to my relief, Abigail rushed into my arms.

"It's true!" She cried as she covered my face with a thousand kisses. "Oh, Phileas... I do love you so!"

It was my turn to kiss her and I did so, with a gentle a kiss as I could manage and she was thoroughly aroused before it was over, but alas, I could not rise to the occasion and told her so.

"Can you do the other... ?"

"I don't know," I murmured, knowing that this time Abigail would take the initiative.

With a resigned sigh, she slid along my body, licking it like a whore, sucking and biting at my nipples and revealing a whole new aspect of her personality.

Abigail kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as she spread her legs on either side of my body. Moaning and gasping for breath, she slithered over my chest and sat next to me. Her eyes were smoke and desire as she glanced at my still flaccid prick, then she moved to straddle my body; rising up on her extended arms and knees above me. The sight of her sweaty breasts hanging down -- watching them sway slightly with her heavy breathing mesmerized me.

Looking down at me Abigail followed the direction of my gaze and, smiling, shook herself side to side. Her breasts wagged invitingly with her movement and I smiled back at her as my eyes met hers. Then Abigail began to play with her breasts; lifting one to her lips, the nipple already fully extended and brown with the blood of her arousal. I watched as she licked it, her eyes still locked on mine, tantalizing me. I licked my lips and checked for the first signs of an erection, but there was none at the moment.

Abigail began kneading her breasts, first the right and then the left. Finally, squeezing them together and somehow managing to suck both nipples simultaneously. Then with a soft whimper, she released her breasts and rose and shimmied her way up until her cunt was hovering mere inches from my face.

It was my turn to gasp, for I had never seen her mound get so puffy and full -- so darkly flushed, during her earlier excitements. Then too, I had never before been afforded such a prime view as this one. The earlier times the lighting and angles had been poor, but this time... I could readily make out a ridge of pink flesh at the top of her slit -- just below an arrow shaped tunnel of flesh that Abigail was rubbing so furiously. She had two fingers inside her cunt and was moving them faster -- fucking herself harder than I ever had. Her other hand was also there, under the first and rubbing vigorously at the top of her slit, sometimes side to side, sometimes in circles. Suddenly, her body seemed to relax, becoming heavy as she sagged downward upon me. I felt a shiver passing through her; her hands stopped moving. The shiver passed, and the fucking fingers stilled. But those of her other hand, those dainty, rubbing fingers began moving again; though more slowly and gently than before. Another shiver passed through her, only this time the fingers kept moving as a bit of fluid seeped around her fingers. Abigail stopped then; her only movement being the removal of her fingers from within herself. There was a final shiver, softer than the previous two, and she lay still.

I deliberately allowed a full minute to pass. Then I went to her breast and suckled it as would a baby. When her moans of delight rose in volume, I abandoned her sweet buds and moved quickly to her center. I was still without an erection, but could tell that my manhood would be dependable as ever and rise again as does the sun on a regular basis. I pulled her cunt-lips open with the fingers of one hand and grabbed her buttocks with the other, then thrust my face into her cunt.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh yes! Do it, Phileas!"

She wriggled around until her face was nudging my still inert prick, but contented herself by taking it into her mouth and giving suck. I was also busy, with my tongue now probing her silky, wet folds; darting in and out of her juicy opening. Abigail groaned and refusing to be inactive in our shared lust began to nuzzle and kiss my ball sacks; first sucking one nut into her mouth and gently massaging it with her tongue before releasing it, then giving it some more nuzzling and kisses before sucking the other one up.

I reciprocated by trailing a finger along the crevice of her arse and tickling her puckered anus. She paused in mid-kiss on a testicle to whimper her delight. I answered by sucking the nub just emerging from the pink flesh at the top of her slit, her clitoris, as it were, and heard her whimpers change to a satisfied hiss of pleasure.

I had one palm flat on her sucked-in belly, the other squeezing and kneading her swollen breasts that I think heightened her sweet agony and lusty hunger. Then I nipped at her swollen clit and Abigail began to jerk and bounce on my face; my hands left her belly and breasts in order to hold her cunt to my ever questing mouth. Abigail abandoned my sacs and her hands replaced mine on her breasts. Her head arched back; and her mouth open in a wide 'O'.

"AHHH, YES! LICK ME THERE! YES! YES! RIGHT... THERE!"

I believe she spent, for Abigail scrambled off my face and propped herself up against the backboard, knees drawn up and spread apart. I followed her and descended upon her cunt once again, sucking and lapping at her flowing juices as she wailed, "OH! OH! OH!"

She gripped my hair and moved my head around and around between her thighs; all the while her hips were lurching and jerking. Then with her head flipping from side to side Abigail's hands moved to her breasts to squeeze and maul them.

Needing to rest my tongue, I rammed two fingers into her sodden cunt and masturbated her vigorously, eventually adding my tongue by flicking it over her clitoris.

Abigail's face was radiant with her lust.

I frigged her all the harder.

When my arm finally tired she was panting and moaning like a dazed bitch in heat. I later learned that she had spent ten or twenty times. She had no certainty of the number, but swore that they came on after the other for as long as she could remember.

I rolled onto my back expecting to rest a minute or so, but she flung herself upon me and buried her face in my crotch; sucking my now rampant prick greedily and hungrily. There was no mistaking the lust in her; she wanted to devour me.

Soon I was taking control, jerking her head back and forth with both hands; carnally fucking her mouth. Since Abigail no longer required a hand to hold my member, she returned to yanking on her nipples, stretching them out to an unbelievable length.

I knew I had plenty of time before I would be spending and forming another idea of how to make love to her, I abruptly shoved her head away. She moaned loudly at the loss of my prick, but responded quickly when I turned her around on the bed so that she was now on her knees and forearms; her arse thrust up and back at me.

She placed her hands on her arse cheeks and pulled them apart.

Panting, I asked, "Do you want me up your arse again?"

"Yes," she moaned. "But, Phileas... first please finish off my... cunt!"

I fed my member into her velvet sleeve and reveled in her moan of delight as I filled her.

Abigail bit her upper lip and drew blood.

I flexed my buttocks and urged my hips forward. The entirety of my prick sank into Abigail's treasure cove.

"Oh yes!" she gasped in joy, "Oh God, that's so good!"

Her body rocked forward as I drilled my manhood into her flesh. Now I was gasping, buttocks flexed taut, as I savored the clenching of her cunt's muscles upon my shaft.

I began to rut again, slowly, drawing out the vast, pleasurable sensations found as my prick coursed in to her deepest parts. My hands, seeming of their own accord slid along her ribcage, then to her slightly swinging breasts and squeezed them to her obvious enjoyment.

"Phileas?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Fuck me like a whore!" she gasped.

"But you're not a whore," I exclaimed heatedly.

"Treat me as one! Go on; fuck me as you would a randy whore!"

Wanting to comply as best I could with her wishes, I eased back, leaving only the very head of my prick lingering against her labia. A glance downward, favored me with a view of my glistening member as it bulged with desire for the tunnel directly in front of it.

She moaned softly and I slowly entered into her again until fully embedded in her cunt. She whimpered, her buttocks swaying and writhing erotically against my thighs. I took a moment to tweak and then pull and twist her elongated nipples and she cried out in both pain and pleasure.

We fucked slowly and unhurriedly, like lovers do, with no concern about time or being caught at it. My prick was gliding smoothly in and out of her greased tunnel, emerging and disappearing between her buttocks.

Deciding to humor her request to be treated as a whore I engaged Abigail in a brief conversation.

"So tell me, my fine whore, when did you first start doing this?"

"Later," she gasped. "Not now."

"No," I insisted, "Now."

"You bastard," she hissed.

"Tell me, bitch, or I'm going to pull out and walk away."

Appalled at the thought of my leaving her in such an excited state, Abigail began to cry and pleaded with me not to leave.

"Tell me, who was your first customer, 'eh bitch?" I snarled then smacked her hard on the arse.

"Ouch! All right! All right!" She wailed.

And much to my surprise, she did; switching to a Cockney accent and doing it so brilliantly that I was almost convinced she was telling me the truth.

"Me mum was a prostitute. I was only nine then," Abigail wiped a tear away, then smiled and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. "Yea, I wus young and innocent. Many's the time I'd come home to the sound of banging on the ceiling and moans coming from upstairs. I didn't usually bother to find out what was going on "cos," well that was normal in our house. But one day I decided to take a look... I quietly crept upstairs, taking off me shoes first so as not to make any noise.