Page 101 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
Gesù. Edward’s head thumped, and he tried to make sense of what he needed to do. A man couldn’t expire from gently relieving a young woman of her hymen, could he?
“You need to touch it. Nicely. Remember the book?” he called from where he crouched.
“Ah, like the man in plate seventeen does?”
Edward covered his mouth with his hand. Had she been studying those pornographic plates?
“I don’t think that’s right,” she said.
He let out a tiny cry. “Stroke it like a cat. You need to…pet your kitty.”
“Oh,” she said. “Oh.”
Since time had most certainly not stopped and delaying would only put off his doom, Edward removed his clothes with care. At least one person in this house needed to respect good tailoring!
He was down to his smalls when he heard the faintest little breaths and cries from the direction of the bed.
“Oh.Oh.”
He squeezed his fattened cock, his body responding as it always did to a woman in need. He prayed he wouldn’t go soft when he rounded the corner and saw that the lady pleasuring herself was his dearest friend.
It was when he heard the sounds of something moving over wet flesh that he gave in to the inevitable and pushed off his smalls, fully committing to this ridiculous scheme.
He didn’t even look at Tabby, not wanting to get distracted from doing things properly, and walked right over to the basin, where he fished out the plumped letter. After a few pats dry, some coaxing, and a neatly tied bow, he sheathed his cock.
“Oh, that’s what it looks like,” she said, her eyes fixed on his solid member jutting out for reasons that had nothing to do specifically with her.
Edward approached the bed, his cock in hand and the letter held securely.
“I thought you’d seen cocks in action before.”
“But not your cock.”
“Shall I introduce you to it?” he asked with a smile.
Tabby, irreverent, curious cat that she was, merely grinned and placed two wet fingers on his cockhead for a pet before returning to her languid labors. She was lounging like a satisfied feline, her back arched and legs parted so she might prepare her body for him.
His eyes caught on her inner lips, swollen and spread, slick and waiting, and he nearly expired on the spot. Edward prayed she hadn’t seen the way his cock had jerked at her display.
“Are you going to come to bed?” she asked, the very picture of innocence. “I think I’m ready now.”
Edward stood there beside their bed, struck dumb, holding his damned cock in that sheath as if it might protect him. But protect him from what? She was just a girl hoping to be rid of her maidenhead, wasn’t she?
He kneeled on the edge of the bed and discovered that he suddenly had altogether too many arms and legs. Eventually, he found his way between her thighs only by studiously avoiding glances at her cunny. His balls felt heavy, as did his head.
“Do I…”
“You can count on the gentleman to take over in all likelihood,” said Edward, his cock in hand as he leaned forward. “There are times a man likes his lady to take the lead, but we should address the fundamental issue at hand first.”
“The issue at hand?” she asked, stroking his cock.
“Yes!” cried Edward, recoiling and sitting on his heels. Her mere touch had come close to unmanning him. Who was he?
“What’s that?”
“It has occurred to me I don’t even know who your people are,” he said.
“My people?”
