Quinton pushed open the door to Sophia’s cottage. Bo did not greet him at the door as usual, nor was there a sound anywhere. His brow drew tight. Where was Bo? Was Sophia home? He walked forward, his boots echoing on the hardwood floor. He had always liked this house, though her husband had never kept it quite as nice as he would.
He strode forward and down the hall toward her bedroom. The door stood closed. He walked to it and inhaled deep. What exactly would he say to her? “Sophia. I know I lied to you, but can you please forgive me and let me futter you now? I so need to feel your body shaking beneath mine.” He rolled his eyes. Never would she accept that.
He grasped the handle on the door. A low moan came from behind it. His brow drew together and he froze his hand, gripping the door handle a fraction tighter.
He placed his ear to the crack in the doorframe and listened. The familiar sound of the bed creaking echoed behind the door. She made very little sound. Something was amiss.
“Sweet woman!” Alistair’s smooth polished groan rose every fine hair on Quinn’s neck, and his teeth clenched tight.
Alistair just buttered Sophia. His Sophia.
How dare she do such a thing to him? How dare she…
Get ahold of yourself, Quinn. You are looking for a different bride, when you told her she was your lady. She may be yours now…but searching elsewhere for fulfillment of your marital needs is not something she would take lightly. The shock when you tell her will devastate her.
Maybe she already knew. That really was the only reason he could think of for her futtering another man when he fulfilled her so thoroughly in the act.
Alistair’s mumbles grew closer to the door. Quinton strode back down the hall and ducked into the next bedroom.
He shut the door slightly and peered out the crack in the back of the door. Alistair opened the door to Sophia’s room and walked down the hall to the main room. The door to the outside opened and closed and then there was silence. Quinton opened the door and stepped back out into the hallway. He turned toward Sophia’s room and his heart lodged in his throat.
Sophia lay on her bed. Her thighs open and her stone prick out in her hand.
Alistair had not fulfilled her.
Relief flooded Quinton and his chest loosened. She placed the stone between her legs and slowly moved the cock back and forth. She closed her eyes and her hips arched with each slip of the false phallus. Quinn’s cock flooded with blood filling him to that same rigidity as the fake phallus in her hand.
The need to be inside her, claiming her, after Alistair had so recklessly left her aching for more swallowed him whole.
He undid the buttons to his trousers and then carefully watching her movements slid first one boot off then the other. He slid his trousers down. And stepped out of them, leaving them in there exact location on the floor in the hall. She continued to futter herself, her hips arching and flexing to each stroke.
He strode into her room. She made no movement to indicate awareness of his presence. He walked up to her and stood gazing down on the beauty that was she. Her ivory skin and doll round face. Her amazing green eyes, which now were hidden by her lids. The expression on her face was one of close rapture.
She slid the phallus down into her opening. Her pussy lips pouted open and the white cream of Alistair’s seed coated the outside of her nether lips. Possession flooded Quinton. He would be damned if he couldn’t prove to her that she was his no matter whom she tried to replace him with. “You appear in need of a good release, Sophia. I would be more than happy to oblige.”
Sophia jumped and opened her eyes. Quinton stood over her. His trousers and boot removed and his beautiful thick cock standing straight from his body. Her heart lodged in her throat. Had Alistair and he passed on the path back to Elm Place, or had he been here in this house listening to them futter?
My God! What had she done? Quinton would be livid if he knew. Yet, she wanted to have Quinton give her release. She wanted for him to slide his thick cock inside her and make her gush like he always did. She wanted that delicious wet spot on the sheets and the scent of their futter lingering in the house for days. No, Sophia, that is wrong. The desire to futter another man when she just had futtered another was scandalous and wicked.
Her heart sped, and a thrilling chill raced her skin.
Stop, Sophia. You need to tell Quinton what happened even if he already knows. She was indeed a wanton. A wanton, who wanted to have her release with this man one last time before sending him away for good. An intense gushing release unlike the one Alistair provided her with. One Quinton knew how to do well.
Alistair thrilled her in an entirely different way, but the futter between them was not as practiced, there was a strain to the act, all caused by Quinton and his lies. Futter with Quinton had always surpassed her expectations. She wanted to feel that rush one more time no matter how scandalous this act would be.
She slid the cold hard stone prick to the side. Quinton’s fingers wrapped about the object and he pulled it from her hands.
“Spread your legs wide, Sophia.” The cold stone phallus pressed to her bottom hole and she squirmed. Slowly bit by bit the tip pressed into her bottom. The tight muscled pucker stretched about the inanimate object sending delicious arousing pain pulsing though her. Heat washed thought her sex and bottom. Her nipples bloomed into hard heavy mounds.
Quinton kneeled up between her legs and continued to press the stone cock into her. He reached his hand around her thigh and grasped the base. Leaning down, the tip of his hot cock spread the lips of her pussy wide. She trembled. Her entire body coming alive with delight and knowledge of this primal act they shared. Release and bliss would soon be hers if only for a simple moment.
He pressed slowly into her wet and slick pussy. She had never been so scandalous in all of her life. The stone cock in her behind and his thick warm prick filled her beyond full. She cried out, on the verge of unconsciousness.
“Quinton, oh Quinton, futter me!”
“Yes, Sophia. I will bring you the release you so crave.” He pulled both the stone prick out and his cock, then pushed back the driving forces that split her in two. The pressure in her womb too much to bear, she cried out and pushed against the intense tension. A gush of fluid trickled down her bottom.
“Indeed, Sophia. Indeed. He did not take care of you. Only I can make you feel like this.”
Oh, he did make her feel so good…Oh God.
Quinton knew. Her body contracted, and another gush of her spend washed them both in hot wet warmth.
Her heart sped and her eyelids fluttered open.
His cock slid in and out, in and out. The slick walls of her cunt gaped open to him, and grasping his hard cock. She screamed. Her fingers found his thighs and clenched as a wave of bliss washed up and over her once more. Every muscle in her body contracted.
How Quinton did this to her she never would understand. Their bodies simply fit together. She had wondered if their futter was more than most. She had only one other partner, her husband, and futter between them had been nothing like this.
Alistair had proved to her though he had experience and knowledge like none she had ever met, his body did not fit with hers like Quinton’s did.
Simply the feel of Quinton’s cock in the opening of her pussy and she came to life. The stretching pressure when the head pushed against the so-sensitive spot inside her made her gush.
Quinton groaned and his stroke increased. He would spend in her and rightly quick. She spread her legs as wide as she could and wrapped her hands about her thighs. He pressed into her and her pussy tingled and throbbed. The pressure built so great.
He pressed forward and stopped. “Oh!” His prick twitched within her swollen walls. “You are a naughty girl, Sophia. Yet we fit together like nonesuch. I cannot stay away from you. You are mine, Sophia. Do you understand me?”
She trembled. In this act indeed she would never find another man who could satisfy her as Quinton, but in other ways…Alistair was more of a companion than Quinton ever had been and Alistair would show her new and exciting ways to futter. No doubt. With experience he may be able to satisfy her greatly. She trembled.
Quinton pulled out and pushed in again the head of his cock rubbed on the special place within her. She shattered. Deep in her gut she pushed down against him, a flood of liquid spending from her body, washed her pussy and his cock in raining heat.
“Oh, yes dear. That is it; spend on me. Make me proud.”
She spread her legs wider to give him easier access and moaned. He pulled out until the head of his thick prick teased the opening of her cunt, then pressed back in and continued. His face a slate washed in passion; eyes closed, mouth in a slight smile, his breath came in short moans. He cock speared her flesh with all his effort.
“Oh, Sophia.” He pushed in again. His cock twitched within her and the warm gush of seed flooded her depths. Each pulse he pushed forward, and as he pulled back the seed ran from her down the crack of her bottom and onto the bedclothes below. She soaked in his seed, in hers, and in Alistair’s. Never had she experienced such an amount of fluid.
He panted, leaned up, and slowly pulled the hard phallus from her bottom. The false cock exited her tight pucker. She shook with a force that pushed Quinton’s softening cock from her cunny.
She stared up at Quinton. The man she had pinned her hopes and dreams on, the man who deceived her. Her heart pinched and tears welled in her eyes. She closed them.
He does not deserve your tears, Sophia. You have always wished for more from him and he always had excuses. Today you learned why.
He does not desire you for more than this act. He is a rogue. He is a man with his own priorities, of which you are not one.
Anger spread through her belly as she stared up at him, tears running down her face in a silent torrent that she simply could not stop.
“Sophia. Why did you futter Alistair?” Quinton’s words came out harsh and scolding.
“I-I am not sure you have a right to ask me that, Quinton. I heard the other girls saying you were going to wed one of them. I was jealous, angry, and hurt.” She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. A chill raced her skin. “Yesterday before your guests arrived, you said I was to be your lady. You deceived me, Quinton.” She opened her eyes.
Quinton stared at her, then closed his eyes. “I-I am sorry, Sophia. There is such a large part of me that wants just what I told you. That you could be my lady.”
“You lie! Your actions prove otherwise. You had your last futter. Now go leave me to my bad decisions and my dog.”
“Sophia. I still don’t understand. I want you. I don’t care if you fucked Alistair so long as you promise never to do so again.”
“Alistair was there and confident and made no claims that he was anything but bent on finding his own release. I found comfort in that kind of integrity after hearing about your lies. How silly it was of me to believe you cared about anything other than futter with me. Leave me now!”
Quinton pushed up from the bed and sat back on his heels. He stared down at her. She could not stand to see the disappointment in his eyes. Sharing the act with Alistair had been wrong. So very, very wrong. Even if Quinton didn’t care, she had no idea what she had done until this exact moment.
No one would ever respect her if this became gossip. She would be labeled the town jezebel or worse. If her husband’s brother found out, he could very well remove her from this house. Her life would fall apart around her.
She turned her head to the side as tears continued to roll down her cheek. Her gut twisted and her heart ached. What had she done?
Quinton stood from the bed. “Please consider what I have said, Sophia. I want you. I want to continue to pleasure you just as I did now.”
His footfalls indicated he left the room and she wrapped her arms about herself and cried. Her body rocked back and forth on the mattress as soul-deep sobs pressed from her breath. Please, let no one find out what I have done.