Free for St. Patrick's Day Weekend.

Authors: Anonymous (Pseud.)

About: If it could talk, Gaelan House would never condemn its inhabitants for their casual copulations, their periods of intense love making, or even their orgies reeking of hot, primitive lust, for those inhabitants were descendants of the House's builder -- a man to whom lust and sexual gratification was not only a way of life but almost a religion.

That man was RORY SEAN GAELEAN!

And if sex was a religion for Rory, he worshipped at its shrine daily.

Excerpt:

“Rose told me you go to the University,” she whispered after a while.

Rory nodded. “I graduate this year.” He was glad she had started a conversation for he wanted to prolong their time together. Normally he returned to the Flemming's from a visit to the Wild Boar around midnight, but tonight was different. Etna was something special and he had no reason to hurry.

“You have been widowed for two years?” he asked to keep the conversation going, though suddenly realizing it was not going very far.

Now it was her turn to nod. “Arnie was caught in a cave-in with eleven others.”

“Rebecca Daugherty, a distant kinswoman of mine, has also been a widow for two years. Her husband was lost at sea—on the Scotia.”

“I remember that. 'Twas on a voyage to the New World, I believe.”

“Aye. Probably a storm at sea.”

They lay in silence for a time, then she lifted one of her legs across his and put her hand down between them, grasped his prick and maneuvered her straddle against it until the bald knob separated the top of her cleft. Her breathing became audible when the knob pressed against the firm little nub of her clitoris and Rory knew there would be very little more talking between them, if any.

“Ayeee,” she breathed softly. “'Tis a marvel you are, Rory Gaelean.”

Rory did not answer. Instead, he pushed her gently to her back and mounted into the saddle formed by her raised, separated thighs.

“This time let me,” she said, and he felt both her hands take his prick this time, pulling him toward her and guiding him, not removing her hands until his glans popped inside. She gave a soundless scream at this. A tremor shook her while he gyrated his hips in small circles and applied pressure, his penis boring through her greedy cunt into the hot moistness of her sex-hungry body.

“Oh my god!” she sobbed desperately and Rory, his head buried against her shoulder, smiled to himself.

What a night this would be to remember.