The Virgin at Goodrich Hall Read Free Page B

had all done this before.
    Anna did not stop before the man and Maggie reminded herself of where she was. They were not here to talk about politics. No, they were here to fuck. Even as she thought the word, she felt heat rise upon her skin. It was all so indecent! Heat of a different kind warmed her body, rising from the depth of her core to the tips of her nipples. She shuddered at the same moment as gooseflesh rose upon her skin.
    Even as she felt a presence come up beside her, Maggie could not draw her attention from the scene unfolding in front of her.
    Anna reached for the man, her sure hands making light work of opening the front of his vest and shirt. He stood there, seeming pleased to simply watch, judging by the devilish curve of his lips. He did not have long to admire her swift movements as Anna gave him a firm, yet gentle push. He sat down instantly, seeming to expect the chair to have been placed behind him. Lowering herself to her knees, Anna held eye contact with him as he looked down at her. Her hands moved to his breeches and, within moments, she held his cock in her hand.
    Never before had Maggie seen one. She had heard the maids talk and, having added it to her knowledge from the banned novels she’d concealed in her chamber, Maggie had assumed she was somewhat knowledgeable as to its appearance. She could now determine that her imagination, as well as the maids’ and authors’ descriptions, had not done it justice. Not at all.
    Anna leant down, licked the head of his cock with a flick of her tongue before she drew it into her mouth, deep down her throat until Maggie could no longer see the thick shaft. The man rolled his head back, his groan rumbling around the now silent room.
    Maggie clenched her thighs together as a pulsing started within the flesh of her cunt. While she liked the sensation, she held in the moan that wanted to escape. How could she become so aroused from simply watching? Still, she could not prevent a small sigh from escaping her lips as another woman approached the pair, her silks gone. Entirely naked, this woman leant down, capturing the man’s lips with her own. He slid his hand up from where it had rested on Anna’s head, up the woman’s leg, only to stop when he reached her cunt. Maggie saw his fingers disappear for a moment, only to emerge covered in the woman’s honey before he delved back in, rougher than Maggie would have expected. The woman groaned into his mouth, which reassured Maggie that she enjoyed the action.
    Soon he broke his kiss with the woman he fingered, though he continued to work his fingers in her core. All the while, Anna still sucked on his cock. The woman leant forward, threading a hand though his hair while edging her breasts closer to his lips. The man took the bud of her rosy nipple into his mouth as his free hand moved to Anna’s hair, which he clasped tightly. Suckling sounds, sounds of wetness and a smell of musky sex slowly filled the room. Maggie’s internal muscles clenched around imaginary fingers as they caressed her from inside. How she wished to experience what these women did.
    Anna suddenly rose. The cock that had been in her mouth moments ago now seemed to scream out for attention. Would the other woman take over? She didn’t seem interested or aware of anything else around her, nor of Anna, who now proceeded to undress in front of her.
    Anna quickly slid out of her silks. Her body was just as Maggie had pictured it—sleek and graceful. Her long, flowing hair hung down her naked back to just above her tight bottom. Beautiful.
    She did not stand around for long. Anna moved forward, straddling the man’s lap and rising on her toes. Maggie had not realised until then, but the chair was somewhat lower than a normal one. Had it been designed for this purpose? Fascinating.
    Maggie watched in wonder as Anna lowered herself onto the man’s cock. Its engorged red form disappeared from view as it impaled her. Anna’s low moan vibrated off