Love, Sex, and the Glorious Revolution, an Erotic Historical Romance

By Carol Gregory

Carol Gregory has created an exciting erotic adventure in England during the late 1600’s. It is in reality a combination of several related short stories and a novella. Carol Gregory weaves tales of humor and action on the high seas. Like her other books, Love, Sex, and the Glorious Revolution is for adults only. It contains highly charged sexual tales including group sex, threesomes, cuckolding, BDSM, and interracial relations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carol Gregory
• Release date: May 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301667055

Carol Gregory

Carol GregoryCarol Gregory was an amazing woman. She was born in 1942 and died too young in 2012. She was known to me as Cousin Carol. She was quite a bit older than me growing up. She was known as a wild child in the 60’s. The family tried to keep me away from her because she was a bad influence. They failed.Carol was a stunningly beautiful woman. She graduated UCLA with a degree in History. She held a few jobs, was married and divorced by the time she was twenty-three. In 1968 I was reintroduced to my cousin. She was living in a house she owned in Anaheim, California. I was just fifteen and in awe of this older woman. She helped me with my homework, patiently listened to my teenage concerns from driving, dating, to college selection. She was hip and with it in the pop culture.Carol completed law school and worked in the Orange County District Attorney’s Office. She ultimately was appointed to the Orange County Municipal Court. A few years later she became a Superior Court judge. She knew how to be discrete with her many lovers.By the time I started college Carol tutored me in a more prurient education. We became occasional lovers. She taught me how to please a woman. I lived with her during my last year at college. I still dated. Carol had boyfriends and girlfriends. She taught me tolerance, patience, and how to make a lover call your name out in ecstasy.Even after college we remained close. I was married and had my own family. She was close to my family.Carol never married again. I know she had many lovers because she loved to describe every intimate moment. I am sure she broke hearts, but she would forever remain independent. She was always sexy and bold.Carol Gregory passed suddenly with a brain aneurism. I was named as her sole heir. She had amassed a comfortable estate. It took me many months before I worked up the energy to begin to go through her house and possessions.One Saturday afternoon I stumbled upon a box in her closet. In the box were manuscripts for novels and stories she had written over decades. True to form, they were all erotic novels. She had a series of detective stories about a heroine named Petra Jameson. The name Jameson, I am sure, came from her favorite whiskey. She loved Jamesons Reserve Irish Whiskey. The physical description was Carol, although Carol never took a bullet in the hip. The sex was pure Carol.Carol’s love of history is echoed in her stories. Her stories around England’s Glorious Revolution are a good example. She makes history exciting.I have been going through the writings and putting them together so others can enjoy them. Carol would want to share them with the world. I hope you enjoy them.Carol Gregory loved the works of Dorothy Parker and would quote her often. Her favorite in was: “Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!”GFComments are welcome at [e-mail]

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Love, Sex, and the Glorious Revolution, an Erotic Historical Romance

Carol Gregory

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Copyright 2013 Carol Gregory

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - ASHER AND THE MAGICAL SPELL

Chapter 2 - ISABELLA

Chapter 3 - ASHER - THE EDUCATION OF A YOUNG MAN

Chapter 4 - ISABELLA AND THE LITTLE PEOPLE

Chapter 5 - ISABELLA GETS A LETTER FROM HOME

Chapter 6 - PHYSICAL TRAINING

Chapter 7 - LUCIAN AND RUTH

Chapter 8 - ASHER AND THE GLORIOUS REVOLUTION

Chapter 9 - THE PLAN

Chapter 10 - THE ADVENTURE BEGINS

Chapter 11 - CHANGE OF PLANS

Chapter 12 - POOR RICHARD

Chapter 13 - AT SEA

Chapter 14 - MESSAGE TO DOVER

Chapter 15 - DOVER

Chapter 16 - TO AMSTERDAM

Chapter 17 - AMSTERDAM

Chapter 18 - BACK TO ENGLAND

Chapter 19 - THE JOURNEY'S END

About Carol Gregory

Chapter 1

ASHER AND THE MAGICAL SPELL

Professor Lucian had a busy day planned. He would be gone most of the day and well into the evening meeting with several fellow colleagues. His faithful, but sometimes misguided apprentice, Asher Coen, was left alone in Lucian's laboratory to do a variety of chores.

Asher was a youth of eighteen. He was not tall, not short, not thin, and not fat. He had the pallor of one who spent too much time indoors. Although educated, he was not worldly. Lucian had taught him Greek and Latin. He was versed in ancient languages. He was skilled in mathematics, physics and anatomy.

Asher had worked for the Professor for nearly two years. Professor Lucian was a true wizard. He performed numerous experiments in medicine, physics and chemistry with a little practice of spells and incantations. His work was a quiet mystery to most people. Asher was his student, forever trying to emulate the teacher.

Asher quickly cleaned the laboratory, as he did every morning. Sweeping and dusting took the better part of an hour. He cleaned, inventoried and put away the equipment and supplies. This was a minor chore because Professor Lucian had not been working in the lab much over the past week.

As noon neared Asher felt the familiar rumbling in his belly. Taking a break, he went the tavern in the Inn next door to see if anything was being served yet. As he entered the great room the aroma of warm stew immediately interested him. Also of interest was the innkeeper's niece, Isabella.

Isabella had come to work for her uncle the year earlier. She immediately attracted business in the tavern, due in no doubt to her raven colored hair, ample bosom, and flirtatious manner.

How is the little wizard this morning? she asked with no small amount of an air of superiority.

A little hungry, he replied weakly. The Professor is away and I have been working all morning.

I will tell you what. If there is any stew left after lunch I will bring some next door. But since you are a great wizard, you must show me some of your magic as payment, she giggled. Isabella then leaned forward to whisper in his ear, Maybe we can really do something magical. She let her hand rest for a moment on his cock.

Asher smiled, nodded, and returned to the laboratory. Once back in the lab, Asher went to work trying to discover a harmless piece of magic to entertain Isabella.

Although usually shy around women, Asher and Isabella had spoken often, usually harmless chatter about their daily existence. Isabella's mother had died in childbirth when Isabella was five. Her father was a wainwright in a village about twenty miles away. Isabella had been involved in a scandal with the son of an important person and was sent to live with her uncle. Isabella instantly became the source of gossip. Jealous women did not want their husbands around her.

Men were always trying to get her attention. Asher had never been forward with her. It was not his nature. Perhaps that is why she felt comfortable in his presence. Yet Asher often fantasized about Isabella, her long, dark hair, her blue eyes, and her substantial breasts. She liked to flirt with him. She would get close to him when they talked, her hair often brushing his cheek. Sometimes she would let her hand rest on his chest. Occasionally she would press her blouse against his arm.

Hello Asher, called Isabella.

Asher jumped up and opened the door. Isabella was carrying a bowl filled with meat and vegetables and a hunk of warm, dark bread. Asher directed her to the work bench where she set out the noon meal. She had two plates and spoons. Asher grabbed two goblets and a flask of mead to drink. They sat next to each other and started to eat.

Do you think I am pretty? she asked.

You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, Asher responded.

She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, holding the touching for several moments.

Did you like that? she asked.

Asher leaned forward and kissed her, this time putting his arms around her neck.

Do you want to see my breasts? asked Isabella. Without waiting for a response, she removed her blouse, letting her tits flow free. She took Asher' hands and held them to her breasts. Feel them.

Asher' heart was pounding as his fingers massaged her nipples and flesh. He kissed her again. This time Isabella's tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring. She took his face and moved his lips to her nipples. Nibble on these, she urged.

Asher nibbled and sucked on Isabella's hardening nipples. She moaned with pleasure. He did this for several minutes when she told him to removes his clothes while she took off her skirt.

Soon Asher was staring at the naked and alluring Isabella. She stood before him a magnificent beauty. Her dark hair fell well below her shoulders, splaying over her breasts. Her thin waist revealed just a hint of the softness of her belly. A dark, triangular patch of hair hovered above her moistening pussy. Her legs were firm. Asher was mesmerized.

Now, your turn, Isabella said, helping the young man off with his clothes.

For Asher this was the first time he had been naked in front of a woman. He began to blush as his cock hardened. Isabella smiled and told hold of it with her left hand. This is beautiful, but different. You do not have any foreskin.

Asher smile, My family believes in circumcision.

Let me see your cock, she teased, reaching out. His hardening cock stood erect as Isabella grabbed it. Nice, she smiled. She lowered herself to her knees, kissing the tip. Her tongue danced over the head, flicking the sides. Her lips covered the entire head and slid down on the shaft, taking most of the cock into her mouth.

Asher thought he had found heaven as Isabella worked his cock in her mouth.

She licked the tip. Then she flicked her tongue over the head. She tongued the shaft for several moments, then, ever so slowly moved her lips down over the cock until much of it was in her mouth. She sucked for some time and then removed her mouth, some precum streaming from her lips.

Asher groaned and closed his eyes. When he opened him Isabella was smiling. Do you like that? she asked.

Yes, he muttered.

Isabella then took the cock in her mouth again and began sucking harder. She gripped the shaft firmly, working the head of the cock and the first several inches with her tongue and mouth. Asher' body tightened as Isabella grabbed his testicles with her right hand. Asher shot his sperm into Isabella's mouth with three strong spurts. Isabella kept the cock in her mouth, swallowing the salty liquid. She gradually removed her lips, licking the tip.

How was that? she questioned.

It was incredible, Asher sighed.

I will tell you what. I have to go finish at the Inn, but I will return in an hour. Then you can pleasure me. Isabella dressed, grabbed the plates and left to finish her work.

Now, although not sexually experienced, his studies included anatomy. He understood the sexual organs and how they could be stimulated. He went to work to find a special, unique approach to pleasuring Isabella.

In reading through one of the Professor's books, Asher glanced upon a drawing of Priapus. Priapus was described as the son of Aphrodite by Dionysus. He was the father of Hermes. According to legend, Hera cursed him with impotence, ugliness, and foul-mindedness while he was still in Aphrodite's womb, in revenge for the hero Paris having the temerity to judge Aphrodite more beautiful than Hera. The other gods refused to allow him to live on Mount Olympus and threw him down to Earth, leaving him on a hillside. He was eventually found by shepherds and was brought up by them. Priapus was perennially frustrated by his impotence.

In a ribald anecdote told by Ovid, he attempted to rape the nymph Lotus but was thwarted by an ass, whose braying caused him to lose his erection at the critical moment and woke Lotis. He pursued the nymph until the gods took pity on her and turned her into a lotus plant. The episode gave him a lasting hatred of asses and a willingness to see them destroyed in his honor. The emblem of his lustful nature was his permanent erection and his giant penis. That is when the idea hit Asher.

Asher spent the rest of the hour preparing the spells he would use. He then washed and waited for Isabella's arrival. He found a block of smooth wood about two feet high. It was perfect for his plan.

Isabella finally returned. What is in store for me, she laughed.

Asher asked her to once again remove her clothing, which she did. Lay upon this bench, he insisted. She complied.

Asher brought out the block of wood and set in on the ground. He told Isabella to spread her legs. He felt her moist pussy, spreading her folds until he found her hardened clitoris.

Isabella sighed loudly.

Asher stepped away. He put Lucian's hat on his head, held his wizard's wand and pointed and the drawing of Priapus. "Fiat imago lignea," he commanded.

The wood began to glow and was transformed into a replica of Priapus, two feet tall standing balanced on two large feet. Priapus' wooden cock stood out a full twelve inches.

"Vivus factus," demanded Asher pointing the wand at the wooden image.

The wooden block vibrated and took to life.

Isabella gasped.

Priapus, now a real life image, leaped onto the bench and entered its twelve inch dick into Isabella. The entity began to move its cock more and more rapidly, into Isabella's pussy. She held onto the bench with both hands. Her breathing became rapid as Priapus pounded away, stimulating her. One minute passed, then another. The rhythm of the motion never faltered. Isabella began to shake and moan.

My god! she screamed. Oh my god!

Isabella came hard.

Pointing the wand again Asher yelled, "Priapus replicate!"

With a shaking and a puff of smoke, the creature stopped, stood up, and duplicated itself. Now there were two!

The first Priapus entered Isabella and fucked her mercilessly. Then he pulled out and the other creature entered her and fucked her. Isabella had her second orgasm as the two Priapi figures had their way.

Isabella rolled off the bench onto the ground. One Priapus pounded her pussy. The other Priapus entered her ass and fucked her there.

Both images stopped and pulled out. There was another shaking and more smoke. Suddenly there were four images of Priapus. Two of them entered her pussy at the same time. One entered her ass. The fourth put his cock in her mouth and pounded away.

Isabella had a third, fourth and fifth orgasm. She screamed as the she was fucked and pounded relentlessly.

Then there was more shaking, more smoke and eight creatures. They took turns fucking her pussy, ass and mouth. Two were banging their foot long members on her tits.

Again the images doubled. There were sixteen. Then there were thirty-two, then sixty-four. Isabella shrieked and passed out as cocks were entering every orifice over and over again.

Asher kept waiving the wand trying to stop the attack of the ever increasing number of creatures. His yelling every spell he could think of did nothing.

There were 128 Priapi. Then there were 256. Then there were 512. The entire room was overrun with two foot high creatures with foot long cocks, always hard and never ceasing their action.

"Desine!" commanded a thunderous voice.

The images froze in mid action.

"Evanescere Priapus!" the voice demanded.

All of the images of Priapus vanished. Asher looked up at Lucian who was standing with both hands held outward.

Lucian stared at the beautiful young woman panting and unconscious on the floor.

You have much to learn young Asher. You cannot use the knowledge unless you have mastered it. Fortunately this woman will recover.

Lucian grabbed his wand and hat and walked brusquely away. He turned and told Asher to help her dress. Lucian then waived his left hand in a circular motion and left the room.

Isabella's breathing became more regular. She opened her eyes. Asher helped her into her clothes. Neither spoke a word.

Isabella stood upon wobbly legs, leaning upon Asher. I cannot remember what happened, she whispered as Asher helped Isabella to the door. But I think it was incredible.

Chapter 2

ISABELLA

Tell me what brings you to our town, Asher Coen asked.

Isabella drew a deep breath. I do not know where to start.

The beginning is always good, smiled Asher.

Okay, but you must tell no one.

My mother died giving me life. I was raised by my father, a wainwright in the village at Rathbone Castle. I was nursed by our neighbor, Anne. Anne and my mother were close friends. She had a boy, Anthony, about nine months older than me. My father had one brother who you know from the Inn.

I called Anne Aunt, although we were not related by blood. Her husband, Leopold, was the game warden for the Rathbone Castle. They were as close as family can be. My earliest memories are of them as well as my father.

Anthony and I were inseparable as children. We had the run of the village and surrounding area. Everyone knew us and watched over us. Our needs and wants were never a problem.

Anthony grew strong and fleet. As a youth he could shoot quail with an arrow with rarely a miss. As he reached his teens he could fell a deer or any other animal. We never felt threatened.

When I was fifteen the Lord of Rathbone died and his nephew became the new Lord. While the uncle was wise and benevolent, the nephew was rash and uncaring. His Sheriff was a bully as were the men he employed.

Still, Anthony and I were oblivious to the changes in the Castle. We ran freely in the meadows, hills, and swam in the brooks without care. Anthony and I were raised together, ate at the same table, washed together and often slept together. As we reached our teens things, of course, began to change. I matured with the beginnings of breasts and the other signs of womanhood. Anthony grew tall with broad shoulders, darkening hair, and a muscular build. Still we were inseparable.

We had a favorite spot where our brook dropped down a hill, bent around a large outcropping of boulders, and formed a pool large enough to wade shoulder high. Trees provided plenty of privacy. The boulders adjacent to the pool created an alcove for protection from the rain. It was our special place.

Anthony and I found escape in our den. We found our special tranquility. Before either of us began to understand sexuality we were experiencing intimacy. We kissed and lay together just for comfort when we were young. We might go for a swim and then climb into our den holding each other's hands and daydreaming.

Of course we knew the difference between the sexes. We had an abundance of farm animals to provide nature's examples. We would play and touch each other. As we matured we would explore each other and begin to experiment. I felt the hardness of his cock. He played with my gradually developing breasts. He would touch my pussy and I would feel the sensation of his stimulation. We began to grow pubic hair around the same time. We were taught the evil of sex, but we did not truly understand the reasons behind the lessons. Still, I sought to maintain my virginity and he protected my feelings.

As we reached our mid-teen years we had fewer opportunities to be together. I am sure our parents conspired to keep us busy. I worked more with my father, dealing with our customers. Anthony accompanied his father more and more during the days. Still, we grabbed the occasional escape to our pool and den.

By the time I was sixteen we were planning our life together. We would talk as I would slowly stroke his cock. I could tell when Anthony would get