The Lord's Granddaughter - Sex Stories

The Lord's Granddaughter

... snuck away to the gardens, I buried my hands inside it, pawing at her breasts like all lusty young men do. I would do the same to Laura, with much less awkward fumbling, of course.”

“We learn over the years,” Saewulf agreed. “The younger ladies don’t give us much credit for our greying hair and wrinkled skin, but we learn many tricks over the years in regards to pleasing women.”

“God, I loathe the amount of layers those damn dresses have and those strange contraptions that make their hips look so wide,” Nicolas groused, shaking his head. “I don’t care how beautiful it is. All of that mess gets in the way of what I want to do.”

His free hand slid across his thigh and the bulge forming in his trousers. Saewulf was doing the same, stroking his manhood with his thumb as he stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t long until both men had their belts undone and trousers open. Nicolas took a long sip of his drink, his mind drifting to thoughts of his granddaughter.

“The dresses she wears during the daytime would provide a better opportunity,” commented Saewulf. His hips flexed as he stroked his cock. “The fabric is lighter, there aren’t as many layers to get through. Do you suppose she’s experienced?”

Nicolas grunted, his brow furrowing. “Only a fool would believe women aren’t as likely to explore carnal desires as men are. However, I pray she hasn’t yet.”

“Would you prefer to be the one to teach her?”

Nicolas couldn’t help but groan at the very thought. His hand ...

... worked the shaft in a tight grip as he pictured his granddaughter beneath him. “Of course I would.”

Saewulf was panting slightly as he smirked at his long-time friend. “What if I beat you to it?”

“I’d have to gut you like a fish,” Nicolas replied with a breathy laugh. “As if I’d allow someone like you to lay a hand on my granddaughter while she’s still pure.”

“You’re just afraid she’d find me more appealing,” Saewulf said between shallow breaths. He kept stroking himself, smirking at his friend. “You always have been jealous of my way with women, Nicky.”

Nicolas shook his head and laughed. He wanted to retort, but his mind was too busy conjuring up images of his granddaughter. Imagining her soft skin beneath his hands, her lips parting as he entered her, and his face buried in her sweet, supple neck.

“Do you know,” Nicolas began, “The stablehands tell me she dresses in men’s clothes, trying to hide who she is so she can be part of their gambling circle.”

Saewulf groaned in delight. He growled through gritted teeth, “Scandalous. Perhaps I should pay one of those boys to let me know when she’ll appear. Catch her one of these days and punish her accordingly.”

“Use that old knife of yours to cut her out of them like you used to do for your late wife?”

“Until she slapped me for cutting a particularly costly dress,” Saewulf replied. He slid down in his chair and slowed his strokes, keeping a firm hold on his cock. Turning his gaze to Nicolas, he asked, “What do ...