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Magical Hearts chapter 7

Magical hearts Chapter 7
After dinner, the family talks spending time getting to know each other, my father and my in-laws a long with my uncle Justin had a long discussion. My mother-in-law insisted on me calling her Mom, I did not know what else the call her, Isabel only referred to her as Mom.
I pointed out the fact that I could not truly leave Isabel’s side or her me, I said there for I will need to create magical armor for us.
Dad, the King, informed me that my grandfather had been a Master Wizard and a suit of his mage armor still existed. He said it would not fit me, grandfather was shorter, and a bit more round than I am. It would give me a good idea on how it was constructed; the making of mage armor had been a dying art for centuries. Few mages chose to wear any armor, believing that made them slower and easier target for little protection.
What most mages did not understand that mage armor properly enchanted was as light and comfortable to wear as robes. However, it is harder than plate mail for an arrow to penetrate. If you enchanted correctly, it can give you some other benefits. Increase health and stamina, speed of movement, stealth, and even brief invisibility accomplished in the past.
Just finding materials, would be less than half of the process needed to create magic armor, but I had a feeling Isabel and I would have need of it, even trying to avoid conflicts. My oath as the Prince of the kingdom required me to defend our King, our nobility, our people, and our lands, even unto the death. Therefore, it became my responsibility to defend my wife and myself with every means possible.
Isabel’s Mom and Dad knew the armor Smith in Brittany. They would travel with us tomorrow to acquire enough star silver material, for our needs. I think of our personal guard, perhaps creating additional armor with star silver breastplates, or chain mail. However, before I can purchase armor, we must identify the individuals that will make up my guard.
My Dad comes to me and asks, “Could I accompany you tomorrow? I had to visit Brittany, and Duke Egger. I like to do so with you at my side. There was where your mother and you meant to take sanctuary. According to the Duke, she never arrived. I just want to see his face when I introduce you.”
I ask, “Dad do you think Duke Egger of Brittany had anything to do with mother’s disappearance and death? Perhaps my father-in-law can bring a few of his strong men along, request audience and be there when you arrive with me. That way we can double the amount of men if there is trouble.”
Justin suggest, “Isabel should accompany her father, they would be less danger for her, and still place her close enough that Julius would still get the power boost from her. I would stay at her side; my nephew so put your mind at ease.”
My father in a serious voice says, “Not every visit is going to be like this one. Duke Egger’s son Edward is first in line for the throne now. I would see his reaction. I hope that none of his spies has revealed the fact of your return to me yet. It is good that only some of the trusted members of court know of your return. Two days from now, your coronation will be ready, and I will name you Prince and you daughter Princess.”
I ask, “How many of your guards do you believe we should bring?”
Father says, “Depending on his reaction, all or just my six I normally travel with.”
Jeremiah suggest, “Perhaps, we should have them leave a few hours earlier coming in from both sides of the city and disguise. Along with my clan, they can land outside of the city by a couple hours walk. Far enough away, that no one would see your guard approach by carpet. Patrick you and Julius should arrive on the carpet bringing as much attention to you as possible. That would also help them slip into the city, by timing the arrivals to happen together.”
Father smiles, “You keep this up Jeremiah and I will make you a general along with a trading partner.”
Jeremiah smiles in return and says, “Anything for you Patrick, I would have been pleased to do so for my King, now even more so for the grandfather of the children I will also be grandfather.”
Father laughs that warm laughter that makes everyone else join in. He calls his steward, who retrieves a pouch. Father throws the pouch to Jeremiah and says, “I have never been so happy to lose a bet.”
Jeremiah hands the pouch to Mom and says, “Nor have I, my wife had wagered me that Julius was far more than even I could imagine.” Isabel squeezes my hand, but I blush at the exchange.
A question comes to my mind and I ask, “Can a Prince be the Duke of Camarillo? I would not see them wanting for leadership, or a bad leader take my place. It is a market city. Perhaps a great merchant would be excellent to become their Duke. Especially one I know is kind, fair in his dealings with others, and has many connections among merchants and Royals alike.”
Dad chuckles as Jeremiah’s eyes widen. Isabel laughs and says, “Welcome to my life, Daddy.”
I point out, “The Duke, before me, was not only an evil man, but had no connection to the merchants of his city. He had no idea of their needs, how to make the city much more prosperous. Jeremiah you did say that you would consider settling the clan there. I was very happy to have you in the city, your wise advice about how to improve the productivity of the merchant class was something I was going to call on often. I am to be Prince, and if I cannot govern Camarillo. I can think a no other better suited.”
Dad shakes his head yes with a smile and says, “It is true that you cannot govern Camarillo son. As Prince, you could only govern until a Duke appointed, and I will consider your nomination. A few the other Dukes may disagree, wishing the post to go to their son. However, given Jeremiah’s royal connection in two days, I do not see much of a problem. I feel Jeremiah as the Duke there will give me greater support than many others.”
Dad shakes Jeremiah’s hand and says, “It least with you there, I can end the slavery that is gone underground. The former Duke, had not only taking girls from his own duchy, but several others, he traded with the Raiders that you destroyed. We had just received word, a runner sent with documents detailing what he had done. I owe you two, my son and Isabel, a debt of gratitude. The old Duke was part of a conspiracy to overthrow me.
The gods had told me to return. They warned to save my kingdom I must return home, and there complete my quest. I could not understand what the gods desired, how could I complete my quest at home? I thought the gods meant that I was to give up my quest.
Then a week after I arrived home, the word of the night of trial reached me. When I found you Julius, you are already preparing to see to the needs of the citizens of Camarillo. I was proud that you were a good leader, and the more I learned of you that I found myself even wishing that you were my son.”
Pulling me into a hug he continues, “The people of the city wanted you to govern them, knowing you blessed by the gods. You looked to their safety, before your own. They realized you would protect them, help them, and rule them with love and wisdom. I knew you would be a fine Duke, protector of the city and its people. When you ask for the Captain’s pardon, I knew you had a sense of justice. That you look beyond the law and saw what was right. That is a rare thing in a Duke, or even a Prince. My father had a hard time explaining that to me, and you know it in your heart already. I am very proud of you my son.”
I know there has to be a tear or two running down my face as I look into my father’s face. After taking a deep breath I say, “Dad, I simply follow my heart. I trust it not to mislead me.”
Dad chuckles and says, “In that way you’re much like your mother. She had a good heart, brave, caring, and so full of love. When I lost her, I lost my heart. With you my son, I think I found what I been missing all these years.”
Isabel smiles rubs me on my shoulder and says, “Julius is my heart, I could not lose him, if ever I did I would die of a broken heart.”
After my father, release me from his hug. I take Isabel into my arms. Looking into her eyes I say, “Isabel you are my heart as well my love. Our hearts beat as one. I love you with my entire being, and that makes me stronger. I can love others, my Dad, your Dad and Mom, all the more because of it.” The glow that surrounds us when we kiss has begun to shine even before our lips met.
Our in-laws laugh at the two of us, jokingly Dad says, “Off to your room son, I will have none of that around here. Remember were leaving before dawn tomorrow, I will have someone wake you.”
I lift Isabel into my arms carrying her to laughter I leave headed towards the bedchambers Isabel and I shared last night. A servant carrying a lantern again leads the way, although Isabel and I provide more light than the lantern. Before he reaches the door the limp, he started with has disappeared. At the door, he smiles and says, “The gods bless us through you, thank you.” He bows then leaves closing the doors behind him.
Unlike last night, I place a ward on our balcony, just a simple spell that will awake me if someone crosses onto the balcony. We close the doors and pull the curtains to, is still rather light outside, Isabel and I will need some sleep. However, that is not why we want privacy at this moment. With a wave my hands our clothing disappears, this time a hamper awaits our dirty laundry.
Isabel bites her bottom lip as she pulls me to the bed. When we are within a couple of feet Isabel pulls hard throwing me onto the bed. I land on my back, and Isabel immediately straddles me. Before I can get my bearings, Isabel has me positioned and slowly sinking down my manhood. In a musical voice she says, “You were taking too long to get here.”
She places her hands on my chest, leans forward and gives me a kiss. By the time our kiss breaks Isabel has taken all of my manhood into her. She slowly grinds herself on me, rubbing her clitoris as she slowly begins to make love to me.
Isabel is incredibly wet, and her juices flow on to me and down onto the bed. After a few moments of her sliding across my pubic area, Isabel begins a rhythm as she rises and falls. She begins to twister hips with each rise. It does not take long before she arches her back and shakes violently causing her beautiful breasts to jiggle. I am in heaven as a beautiful moan escapes her lips. Isabel begins to roll her hips cause me to slide in and out much quicker. Minutes passed as her moans become cries of pleasure, and Isabel’s movements have nearly taken me past my own edge. I grab her hips and begin to thrust up even faster than she has been moving. Isabel is waving her head back and forth whipping her beautiful hair around. At the sensations of me spraying a geyser of hot cum into her, Isabel sets down hard and shakes violently as an orgasm claims her body.
Isabel finally falls forward as the last of my spurts flies into her shaking body. I caress her back, as we lie there trying to catch our breath. As the night before, once we regain our breath we look into each other’s eyes and laugh at the joy we found.
I kiss Isabel, caressing her back as her hands run through my hair. After a few moments, Isabel puts her head down on my shoulder then gives me one last kiss before closing her eyes. Only seconds later Isabel is breathing slow and steady and I know she is asleep, only moments later I join her.
Like the day before a knock on the door alerts us to the server bringing breakfast. I again pulled the bedding to cover Isabel and me, before calling for them to enter. In the predawn light Isabel and I give off a soft glow, it startles the servant so much he nearly drops breakfast. He sets it down before leaving even quicker than he came in.
I move first this morning, and bring Isabel to my lap and we feed each other. We bath quickly, as quickly as to newlyweds can. We just left the pool and still wrapped in towels; when another knock on the door alerts us, a different set of servants bring in clothing. I am to dress as a prince, not my taste. However, that is required for the day.
We waive off the servers to dress ourselves, it is not something either of us are accustomed to having done for us. I mean, since I was old enough to pull my own britches on I have. It is something I am very uncomfortable with and I would not require someone else to do for me.
Isabel looks much more comfortable in the clothing sent for her; it looks like her mother sent some of her own clothing. It is very nice, but what I would expect the daughter of a wealthy merchant to wear. I feel uncomfortable and totally out of my element in my princely adornments.
Despite herself, Isabel giggles seeing how uncomfortable I am. She finally says, “See you did not want to be royalty either. We both will hate how we are required to dress.”
I give her a kiss and say, “I am not sorry for what I am. However, you are right I do hate how we are required to dress.”
Isabel asks, “Would you be happier as a wizard or the Prince?”
I chuckle before I say, “I am both now, and I cannot see a way that we can go back. Perhaps one day we will allow our son to take the throne, retire to a small place in the country with our friends around us. Nevertheless, I am sure I would never be happy without you at my side. You will always be my Princess. You were even before anything else occurred.”
Isabel interlaces her arm with mine coming up on her tiptoes she gives me a quick kiss before saying, “I guess you are always my Prince charming. Even when I was ten, you had swept me off my feet. I think that is why father avoided Uncle Justin’s for so long.”
Jokingly I say, “Perhaps, he knew my true identity and your wish not to be royalty.”
Isabel giggles as we depart. In the hall, she pauses and ask, “Do you think that is why truly?”
I say, “No, it was a joke my love. At the time he did not even know who I was, that we were to be a bonded pair, or even that I was a former slave. He asked Justin if you needed to provide a dowry, before seeing my first.”
Isabel questions than, “So why did my father keep us away from each other?”
As we began to walk again I say, “He was just being the father of a ten-year-old girl. He truly was not ready to give up his little girl. He wish to keep you with him a few more years if he could. On our first kiss we glowed by what Justin has shared, if we had kissed when say you were twelve, would you have been ready to be my wife?”
Isabel giggles and says, “I will confess this only once. I have been dreaming of being your wife since I was ten. However, I did not think to be a mother quite so soon after our wedding.”
Smiling into her face I say, “I dreamed of your face ever since we parted when you were ten. Your blue eyes and brilliant smile had captured my heart. Nevertheless, I did not feel worthy to ask for your hand only in your eyes have I learned to find my true worth.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Now you see yourself as Prince.”
Chuckling I say, “Only because I see you as the Princess.” Isabel sticks out her tongue playfully. We hear soft giggles and Isabel quickly pulls her tongue back in her mouth. A couple servants curtsy as they hurry past.
We arrive in the main Hall, and only have to wait a few minutes before joined by my father, my in-laws including my Uncle Justin. Lieutenant Ben Stander and the other guardsmen George, along with father’s six Knights. Many other men wearing swords and various types of clothing gather around the open courtyard. Jeremiah has brought his carpets, Isabel and I have ours, with him are twenty-one of the clan, three are merchants, along with two guards each, that leaves a dozen men with Jeremiah. Some of the carpets already have crates loaded on them, and I suspect some cargo within them. Jeremiad fully intends to make this a business trip in many ways.
Isabel and I greet the Lieutenant and guardsmen I say, “Good morning Ben, Good morning George how are you today?”
When Ben starts to go to his knee, I grab his elbow and lift in backup. His eyes widened before I explained, “You need not do that for me in the presence of my father. He is the King, and I am but his servant as are you.”
Ben and George bow to me instead of taking a knee. I would much prefer that, I know the respect they have for me, and for them to take a knee is not required for them to display that respect.
They introduced me to four other guards, who will now act as my honor guard. The lighted courtyard gives us enough light to see the men clearly. Two of them Martin and Samuel, are very large men who carry great swords, wearing heavy armor. The last two are William, or Bill who carries short swords and a bow that glows with a soft light of magic. The last, to my surprise is Ruth a young woman; she carries a long sword, along with two short swords. Ruth falls into step with Isabel opposite my side.
I pull our group of guards over to the side, and I have a quick conversation with them. First, I asked if they had ever been in combat with a magic user as part of the unit. That rarely occurs so it did not surprise me the only two that did not shake their head no were Ben and George. I explained to them, that the magic user is sort of like having a crossbow or ballista at your back, although it can be a hell of a lot worse than the bolt if you stepped in front of the spell.
Ben and George explained about the Drake from yesterday, and the four of them only have a mild shock for a second before they shake their head in understanding.
I say, “If combat begins, allow me to cast my spell before you rush in, I can use lightning bolts, or fireballs. Fireballs have an area effect, whereas a lightning bolt can be even more devastating but to a single target. Nevertheless, be warned that if you swing your sword through the lightning bolt, you will take its damage instead of the intended target.”
Seeing they understand I continue, “If anything happens today, just keep everyone at a distance from Isabel and I, stay as close to me as you can, I will do what I need to protect our fathers, Isabel and you.”
When William insists it is his job to protect me, Ben and George chuckle before the Lieutenant says, “Julius killed a Drake with a single lightning bolt, what chance would a man have to stand against that. All we have to do is keep someone from getting too close, if we keep them at a distance, Julius will keep us alive, even against an army.”
Ruth clears her throat, “You mean Prince Julius killed a Drake with a single lightning bolt.”
Ben chuckles again and points out, “Julius is his father son, not until tomorrow he will have the title of Prince.”
Placing my hand on Ruth’s shoulder, I gently say after filling her tense up, “Ruth, I would much prefer to simply be Julius today, tomorrow or next year from now. Moreover, it may well be your job to protect Isabel and me. Nevertheless, my job is to protect my father, you, our people, and our lands. Never let me forget that. Always remember I depend on all of you to help me accomplish that. I prefer not to stand on formality whenever not required.”
Ruth relaxes a little as she looks into my eyes she says, “There is no falsehood in your words, you speak what your heart believes.”
The six bow to me again. I smile and give them a bow in return. It is time for us to leave. Isabel and I will ride on the same carpet for the first leg of the trip. Ben and George having ridden yesterday are not so surprised to fill it lift into the air as we quickly move away from the castle courtyard. As the sun finally rises my four new guards, look on wide-eyed as the land speeds below us. Even Ben in George remarks at the speed we are traveling compared to yesterday.
Isabel giggles and says, “I think that maybe a Dragon could catch it but only for a short distance. I believe the carpet given a little distance at the beginning can out run a Dragon if need be. What would take four days to walk; the carpet can travel over in less than half a day.”
Shortly after dawn we reach the coast, we travel out to sea some distance to conceal our movements. At the height we travel, few things would ever notice, although our carpet would be the easiest it made from red silk and rather audacious in its design. The other three carpets and our group are all bluish of color and should disappear against the sky easily. We approach a cove of less than an hour’s walk from Bethany, this is where we are going to break into separate groups. Father and his Knights, along with five of my guards, will complete the journey to Bethany, after allowing enough time for everyone else to get into position.
My in-laws and Uncle Justin departs on foot, after removing a wagon and the team of horses from one of the new crates we created for them. Jeremiah had us create a crate in a different size, not the two foot by four foot, it fit exactly in the back of the wagon bed, but because the boxes multidimensional, turning it one way the wagon would actually fit within it. Jeremiah tells me the horses and wagon had been loaded early yesterday evening. I am grateful the horses are unharmed although they seem a little skittish, probably just nervous from being inside a magical box. Ruth insist on remaining with Isabel, and I greatly appreciate her doing so.
Before we depart, Isabel and I share a long kiss, and only when a couple of the guards and three at Dad’s Knights have bumped into us we break. The look on their faces as they rub various body parts tell us what my father had been up to. Knowing that our glow heels he purposely brought Knights and guards with older injuries needing healed.
I waved to Isabel, and then chuckle and look at them as we lift, looking at Dad I say, “My King you could have just ask and I would greatly appreciated the opportunity to kiss my wife.”
Dad chuckles and says, “I hope we will not have need later today, other than old injuries. If all is well in Bethany I will simply announce that you are my son and my cousin is required in New Cowan to witness the coronation of my son.”
We take a wide circle, until we moved in land and south of the city. It takes about the entire time needed for the groups of our party to reach the gates. Britney is not so large that I cannot make out the groups as they enter the gates while we fly slowly toward the south wall. Even the guards at the East and West gates seem drawn to the spectacle of their King on a flying carpet.
Two standards fly to announce our identity, and we stopped outside of crossbow range to be recognized. Clan Morgan enters the city with no difficulties. Even the king’s guard has no trouble as they enter the city from the East gate. We stretch out the time requiring the Captain of the guard to recognize us before crossing the wall.
We stopped on the wall to pick up the Captain of the guard; I move the carpet slowly to allow our people time to move within the city. After Isabel and her father, Justin and clan Morgan enters a palace grounds, I bring the carpet into land inside the palace courtyard.
As the carpet touchdown, Jeremiah enters the Duke’s audience chambers along with twelve of his loyal men, Justin, Ruth and Isabel. I go to my knee is my father passes, then fall into line just after his Knights. My eyes search the courtyard for dangers, there are six crossbow stationed ready to fire into the crowd at a moment’s notice. Four guardsmen at the entrance to the audience chamber, a group of six at the gate, I think rather heavily guarded for a peaceful city.
The audience chamber, upon our entrance many heads turn seeing the King along with the six Knights people began going to their knee, although Duke Egger remain seated. I notice another dozen of his guards are within the audience chamber, along with four men armed with crossbows on two balconies that overlook the chamber. I am looking around wide-eyed like this is a grand experience, what I am really doing is assessing all the threats, it is then that I noticed the two wizards, also on the balconies.
I whisper to Bill, if there is trouble, you get the mage on the right. I will take the mage on the left, and then the bowman. He gives a slight nod, I know he understood, and I retake my place in the line. When Bill slips out of line, I give no outward indication; I know he is moving into position where he can have a better shot.
I can since Isabel’s presence, she too notices the difference and how the Duke has arranged his security, she communicates telepathically to me. (This is not right; the Duke would normally have half these men outside with only two or three inside.)
Justin long time ago had created a necklace allowing us to use telepathy, he communicates, (There is a master wizard hidden behind the Duke to the left just behind the screen. I will take him out when it starts.)
The Captain of the guard announces father, in that instance I feel the wizards all begin offensive spells, before their fireballs can come into being, one huge bolt of lightning flashes out from my hands to the wizard on the left balcony, he transfers into brilliant light blinding most in the audience chamber. Bill fires from his position into the throat of the wizard on the right balcony. Justin brings forth a spear of ice that flies hits the master wizard in the center of his chest so quickly he did not have time to bring up a shield spell; the spear of ice carries him into the wall behind him shattering against it. The wizard slumps to the ground dead.
Isabel has cast a shield spell as she steps beside her father-in-law, three crossbow-bolts bounce harmlessly off it. The one who had yet to fire was only temporary blinded by my lightning bolt, and yet another strikes him before his weapon can be re-aimed.
The last bowman drops his crossbow still unloaded turns to flee from the left balcony, I whisper a spell of paralyzing and he falls to the floor unmoving. We may need a few witnesses for the upcoming trial. The Duke still sets in his seat father has his sword at the Duke’s neck keeping him still. In a clear voice, which shows no fear the King commands, “Drop your steel, there will be more than one more death this day if any move against me.”
Sound of the Dukes guards dropping their steel blades heard through otherwise silence audience chamber, the Captain of the guard goes to his knees, followed by the rest. The noise from outside tells us the King’s men have secured the courtyard.
Isabel and Ruth are at my father’s back, when two side doors burst open, and men expecting the carnage left by three fireballs are surprised as twenty-four armed men and Knights halt their charge. Seeing the Captain of the guard on his knees, they dropped their swords as they go to their knees as well.
I am very happy we took the time to teach Isabel the shield spell this morning, my wife is a very quick study, and she performed it excellently for her first time in combat.
It takes nearly an hour to secure Duke Egger’s castle, in that time we find many prisoners, one of which is the daughter of the cobbler from Camarillo. Now a few things fall into place, the two Dukes had been working for years secretly smuggling slaves for sell outside of the kingdom. Raiders would leave their duchies alone as long as they sold slaves to them. In the decade, that slavery was illegal within the kingdom the two Dukes had continued trading with the Raiders secretly. The Duke of Camarillo only the last five years had received his Duchy, but before then he was a member of Duke Egger’s court.
We found that a slave ship was due to arrive that afternoon and arrange for their arrest. We had barely managed to rescue the cobbler’s daughter. She is in bad shape, having received serious beatings, branded as a slave as well as other things I care not to find answers to what all happen to her. Isabel and I kiss, praying that our glow will heal her body and soul, along with all the other poor victims confined within the cell I now carry Isabel through silently. The sighs and even giggles tell us the goddess has approved.
Duke Egger’s trial is swift, but held within the laws of the kingdom therefore justice is served. When it announced, his life will be forfeit for his crimes. He wishes a priest so he can confess his sins before his death. One brought forth for him, although the priest not allowed in the jail cell, the Duke may make his confession. Both father and I witness that he confesses to the death of my mother, when questioned about the boy he says, “She must have hidden the child, I could not find him, and I stayed long enough to make sure he cried no more.”
I turned to the former Duke; far enough outside of the jail cell I slide down my pants and lift my shirt to reveal the birthmark. The Duke’s eyes widened and he shakily says, “It cannot be, you had to be dead. It was far too cold for an infant to survive.”
In that instance, my father wants to run him through, but I hold my father back and say, “Strip him and his family of the royalty they do not deserve. Cast out his wife and children, let all know his crimes. What his actions brought unto him. Now that he convicted as an ordinary man for murder. Then give him a criminal’s death.”
Father looking into his eyes with hatred says, “I should put your wife and children on that slave ship, with fresh slave brands marking them. However, for my son I will not, they will not be nobility any longer. You and your actions have stripped them of that. Your son is no longer in line for the throne. The only title your children will now carry child of traitor.”
Egger cries, “I will do anything, please do not do this.”
My father turns to him in cold anger says, “Bring back my wife to me, give me back the years we lost, the children we would have had. You cannot do these things, so your fate is sealed.”
His wife screams from an adjoining cell, “You bastard look what you did to us, how can I live with nothing.”
The next day the coronation held, the highest clerics within the city of New Cowan performed the ceremony. I did not realize what the dress code would be. I am in a long white shirt that comes down to my knees. It looks odd, but remember is normally done with a three-year-old. A high slit on one side allows the clerics to see and witness the fact I have a kingly birthmark. To say I am little more than embarrassed would be an understatement. Here I am in front of the holiest individuals in the kingdom showing my ass.
As I blush, Isabel giggles in her mind only, she is very regal, in her ocean blue dress, diamond tiara standing with her arm interlaced with my father. Isabel truly looks like a princess, fortunately after the inspection of my birthmark they allow me to dress in a robe. The robe is the same blue color as Isabel’s dress the long enough that it actually reaches the floor. A pair of soft leather boots completes my ensemble.
A balcony on the palace outer wall is where the announcement made to the assembled crowd. The crowd has heard of the miracles at the temple, smithy and what happened with little Patrick. The crowd is huge, even people from neighboring duchies have come; many wizards and others who have methods of traveling quickly are there. Everyone has come to see the lost Prince, blessed by Aphrodite, and new defender of the Crown.
A roar begins in the crowd once they see us; it becomes a cheer, which becomes a chant of kiss, soon repeated. Rebecca must not be the only one who wants to see the glow. Dad gives me a wink, and Isabel and I step close to each other taking each other into our arms we kiss. As the glow brightens, it seems to spread faster than ever. As couples begin to kiss in the crowd, they too glow before long the entire area is lit up. As it was in the temple, miracles abound that day, far too many to list.

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Gangbang Adri

I was watching a movie on TV when Adri came in and said she was going to take the dog for a walk. As she walked by she bent over and put the leash on the dog and I saw she didn’t have on any panties on under her skirt. This didn’t surprise me since she very seldom wears any panties or bra.
I sat back down to continue my movie but something nagged at me. The more I thought about the more curious I became. Finally I knew that I had to check it out just so keep nagging me. I headed for the park about two blocks away. I figured she had about a fifteen minute head start on me. I walked fast. Once in the park I took the path I usually do when I had to take the dog out. I rounded a curve in the walkway that allowed me to look several hundred yards ahead. Knowing that Skip liked to sniff every bush and tree along the way I surmised that if she had taken this path I would see her ahead. That meant that she had taken the cutoff path that went to where the stone picnic tables were.
I usually avoided this one since before I had stumbled across a young couple fucking on one of the tables. I didn’t want to disturb someone as I had that time before. Let them fuck in peace was my motto. I cut across the grass and through a stand of bushes and trees and in a few minutes I saw the first of the picnic tables. Then I saw the patch of white that was Skip. Well actually Skip was black and white but only the white showed up in the dim light of the street lamps. What the hell. Skip was tied to a picnic table on his long leash and he was gaily sniffing to his hearts content. I made sure Skip wouldn’t see me and I was downwind from him. I looked for Joy at the table but there was no one there.
Now I was really curious. I wasn’t worried about Adri. I had bought her the most powerful pepper spray possible. It would shoot a stream over ten feet and she could spray a regiment of would be mashers with it if she had to. Then movement at the next table about twenty five yards away caught my eye. It was a flash of white. I moved toward the table, keeping in the shadow and close to some bushes. I could hear, softly, a male voice. Then I cocked my ear and heard smacking sounds like something wet being hit by something wet also. I could also hear moaning. Female moaning. Adri. Was
she being raped? I could make out at least three figures besides Adri. One was behind her. Her skirt was evidently pushed up as I clearly could make out her white ass cheeks and the whiteness of one of the male figures as it sawed back and forth.
Understanding came slow but at the same time fast. Adri was being fucked. I moved as close as I dared. If my wife was being raped, it was by at least three men. I took my cell from my pocket and was about to dial 911 when I heard the male voice more clearly. “Oh yes that’s right baby just keep sucking my cock and I’ll give you something to drink like always.” As always the man who I now saw was sitting with his feet on the table. My wife’s head was in his lap and it bobbed up and down. She was sucking the guy’s cock while another one was fucking her from behind. About that time the man fucking her began to grunt and then held himself against her ass. He had just cum in her. He moved aside and the second man took his place. I could make out his white cock in the light of the street light on the path as he hefted it and drove it in her. I could swear that Adri pushed her ass back to help him. She was definitely not being raped.
With the awareness that she had to be a willing participant to this I also had the awareness that my cock was making a stiff tent in my pants. I took it out and held it. My eyes had adjusted to the light more and now I could make out the cock in her mouth. From the way she lifted her head high before coming back down I surmised that it was a very long cock. I had began to jack off my cock quietly as she was fucked and she was sucking the sitting man. I heard him moan as he held her head down on his cock. She was deep throating him.
Adri had been sucking the long cock of the man for at least ten minutes that I had watched and probably some time before I arrived. Then as I was about to cum myself the man behind her did as the first had done. When he moved away I saw another one step from the shadows of the overhang and join the other two. The three than walked away without a word. Not a one of them said a word to Joy and she never turned to see who they were. I was shaking the cum from my cock when I heard the man say “Alright love here it comes.” He made some sounds and Adri choked some and then I saw her began to lick the cock off. She appeared to be stroking it. Getting the dredges of his orgasm I guessed. Then he too slid off the table and got behind her ass. He knelt down and his face disappeared in her butt. There was some sucking sounds
for a few minutes and then he said “I think that got most of it love.”
Adri began to straighten herself up and then she spoke “You can have more here tomorrow night,” she said “I love lots of cocks.” The man kissed her then drifted off in the shadow of the path. I was about to confront her but thought better. I saw her head toward Skip and I left as quietly as possible. I took off through the trees and stayed off the path. I came out less than a block away from our house. I beat her home by five minutes. I was as I had been when she left. I pretended to have fallen asleep. She let Skip off the leash and said ” I think I’ll have a shower before bed and then disappeared into another part of the house.
I enjoyed watching Adri get fucked and I wanted to see more of it. I waited till the next night and as soon as she left for Skip’s walk I was right begin her. In my pocket was a small but powerful pair of binoculars. I kept her in sight as she
walked up the path toward the picnic tables. She tied skip to the same one she had the night before. I saw her approach the same man I had seen before and to my astonishment they kissed. She molded her body to his for a good five minutes. Then I saw movement as several men materialized from the shadow. They held back as my wife and her lover kissed hotly then he led her to the same table as before.
He dropped his pants and I got out my binoculars . I focused them and I had been right about the size of the man’s cock. It was large. “Oh it’s real big tonight,” I heard Adri say “Please…fuck me with it tonight.”
“No Adri you only get to suck this one…but it looks like you have about seven to fuck you tonight” the man said. By now the men had taken out their cocks and I focused my glasses on them. I even recognized a couple of them. Well let me say that I had seen them before in the neighborhood. Our neighborhood. It was a sprawling walled in community with this park at
it’s center. I had to assume that all the men lived there also. It’s sort of hard to just drive in past the guards at the entrance. The man had taken his place on the picnic table and Adri started to take his cock in her mouth when he stopped her “I think tonight you should be completely naked. Joy hesitated for a minute then pulled her slipover off past her head. A quick unzip and she whisked her skirt off past her feet. She did look a little uncomfortable naked in the open for she did look around. When she saw the men they turned their faces quickly away. I understood then that they wanted to be anonymous. Adri swallowed the man’s cock and jutted her ass out for the first man to step up and put his cock in her cunt.
With the glasses my wife and her fuckers were brought close to me. I could make out her lips compressing around the fat shaft. I will admit that I got instantly hard at seeing my wife act like a plain slut. I began to jack off just as the man behind her rammed his cock in her. I saw her mouth open slightly around the cock in her mouth in pleasure. He began to slam hard into her and the man she was sucking encouraged him own “Go man, he said “Fuck the slut with all you have she needs real fucking tonight.” As if in answer to the man her fucker started to fuck her with a renewed passion. The man jerked her face from his cock “Do you like being fucked like that Joy, you whore,” he snarled “do you like his cock?”
“Oh yes I love it,” she cried out “Make him keep fucking me.” The last wasn’t necessary. As soon as he had cum in her there was another to take his place. This time she screamed around the man’s cock “Oh my God yes,” she said “His cock is in my ass.” At hearing this I came all over the ground. Fucking Adri in the ass was something I had always wanted to do but had not done. I made up my mind then. I put the glasses away and, with my cock in my hand, walked over to the group. I kept to her rear so she would not see me. Now I was looking over another man’s shoulder at the cock fucking her ass. He was pretty much the same size as me but Adri seemed to be taking it pretty well. I knew then that I would finally get to fuck Adri in her ass.
I had to wait while two more men fucked her cunt before I had my chance. I stepped up behind her and fitted my cock to her dripping anus. I started to be easy but as my cock head touched her ass hole I lost control and rammed it in to the hilt. This made her scream around the man’s cock. “Oh yes…that’s good,” he said “Fuck her good…it’s making her suck me so
good.” Knowing that she was sucking the cock so good I fucked her ass hard. I managed to look around to see her face all the way down on his cock. Her mouth was in the man’s pubic hair as she deep throated him. I wished it was my cock she was sucking so deliciously.
I would love to say that I fucked her ass for a long time but truth be was that I came in just a few minutes I was so excited that my cock had finally found itself in Adri’s ass. I was pushed aside as another horny man took my place and used her cunt. “You know,” the man standing beside me stroking a large cock said “The best thing that ever happened to me was
three months ago when I came up on her sucking her man’s cock.”
“Did you fuck her then” I asked?
“Well hell yes,” he said “Her husband, I guess, told me to fuck her and I have fucked her about three times a week since then.” The sound of the cock slapping into Joy and the noise she mad slurping away at his cock was loud in the night. “Damn I wish my own wife was this slutty,” the man said “I would really love to see her get fucked good like this.” I knew how he felt. I was truly loving seeing Adri be screwed so thoroughly by all these men. About that time four more men walked up. According to my count Joy would have at least a dozen cocks in her that night. The man who I had been talking with told me that he better fuck her before she got too loose and stepped up to her well used dripping cunt. I watched as he put his large cock head to her and pushed it in. He was larger than the ones so far and his cock squished cum from her cunt when he speared her. I tried to be casual as the new men took their cocks out. I wanted to see what
kind of cocks were going to fuck my wife but didn’t want to seem like I was interested in them for myself.
The man finished fucking Adri and as soon as he pulled out I had my cock ready and pushed into her gooey cunt before the other men had a chance. It was like a wet warm cunt filled with mush that I went into. It felt great. I knew then that I would be one of her regulars every night she went to walk Skip. I hung back as all the men fucked her and watched intently as
the man she was sucking filled her mouth. I saw his cum run down his long shaft and she quickly scooped it into her mouth. When the last man drained himself in her I saw the man get behind her and suck her cunt dry. I knew that I would have to find a way to do that also. It was two nights later as I stood back and just before he had a chance to suck her cunt I yelled “Hey I saw a cop car’s lights.” The man quickly ran off and Adri hurried to take Skip away. I knew that sperm was running down her legs. She hurried off.
I was waiting for when she started to the bathroom. I pulled Adri to me and kissed her before she could resist. I tasted cum in her mouth. I soon had her on the couch and sucking the cum that had survived the walk back. Adri looked frightened but I acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I didn’t try that again but something else happened. Skip was an old dog and
one morning we woke to find that he had went to happy dog land in the night. I felt that Adri’s sorrow was more motivated by not having him to take on her walks. Being the good husband I was I had a present for Joy when she came home for work that night. I never have seen a woman so happy at getting a new dog as a present. She gave him his first walk that night.
Or rather the dog gave her the first walk that night. You see I bought her a Great Dane. I wanted to see what happened.

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The Kingdom ch. 02

Chapter Two — The Final Jewel
King Atheling watched as his mother lifted the lock and quickly slipped out into the hall closing the door behind her. It had been all had imagined it would be . . . and more . . . much, much more. In the beginning, she had been repulsed and shocked by his demands, but in the end, she had capitulated and had even had an orgasm. So there must be some element of arousal and excitement for her, he sickly thought.
Shrugging on his heavy, felt cloak, Atheling stepped over to the heavy, wood door that led out onto his balcony. Turning the cumbrous iron lock, he pushed the door open and stepped out into the blustery afternoon. Snow was falling even heavier now, forming into drifts along the castle wall. Atheling stood watching, looking down into the courtyard, clutching his robe around him tightly. Big, fluffy flakes of snow were dotting the black felt of his cloak, the white starkly contrasting the black material momentarily before they melted. The wind had picked up and now was gathering up the white snow and whirling it around in eddies and swirls. The white snow somehow reminded him of his mother’s pure, white milk. He had never tasted anything so sweet and rich. And he would have more later in the afternoon. He could hardly wait for her to return to his arms. He wanted to go to her and tell her how much he loved her, wanted her to be his queen, but she must have time to come to the realization of the new state of affairs between them. And she must come to him willingly. He was the king, after all.
Finally, Atheling grew cold and tired of watching the swirling snow and stepped back inside the warmth of his chambers. Closing the door, he hurriedly walked over to the roaring fire and held his hands out to warm them. After a few moments, he tossed a couple more logs on the fire, then refilled his goblet and rang for his valet.
His valet, Anton must have been reading his mind as he shortly appeared with a heaping plate of food. Thanking him, the king dismissed him and sat down to gorge himself on the meat and bread. Must rebuild my strength, he told himself. The morning of fucking had burned off much energy and he would need even more when his mother returned in the afternoon.
The plate was soon empty as was the jug of wine he had been working on all morning. But that wasn’t a problem as thoughtful Anton had brought a second jug with his meal. Shuffling back over to his jewel-encrusted chair in front of the fire place, he sat down. As he sat watching the flames lick at the logs, his thoughts drifted back to the morning and his mother. Would she ever come to love him as he loved her, he wondered? Only time would tell, he sleepily thought. The food, the wine and the warmth of the fire soon took its toll on him and he found himself nodding off to sleep . . .
He was woke by a soft tapping on his door. Looking out the loophole, he could see that the shadows had lengthened and that it was mid-afternoon. Pushing up out of his chair, he slowly walked over to the door. As he did, his big, limp prick flopped about lifelessly, but he knew that it wouldn’t be limp for long as he pictured his naked mother standing before him, waiting for his next command.
Opening the door, he saw his mother standing in the hall waiting for him. She was wearing a long, flowing robe of black velvet. The opening running down the front of the robe was trimmed in black satin and she had it clenched in her fist holding it closed as she stepped into his chambers. She quickly stepped over to the fire and stood in front of it facing him as he quickly closed the door behind him. He saw her eyes dart down to his dangling penis as he strolled over to where she stood watching him. Her clenched fist slowly released its hold on her robe and the king caught a glimpse of bare skin through the opening as it parted ever so slightly. At her neck, there was a large, satin bow which apparently held her gown closed as she stood with her arms at her sides meekly looking back at him.
Reaching out, he took the ends of the satin bow in his fingers and slowly pulled on them. The bow unraveled in his fingers and her gown went slithering down off her sloped shoulders to fall into a puddle at her feet. She was naked under the robe except for a long strand of shimmering, white pearls. Atheling stood in a fog of arousal as he gazed at her beautiful, naked body. (PIC)
“You are so beautiful, my queen,” Atheling murmured, feasting his eyes on her naked splendor.
“If the king so deems it, then so be it,” she murmured back, demurely dropping her eyes, slowly lowering her hands down under her huge, drooping breasts and cupping them. “I have done as the king ordered and brought milk to quench his thirst.”
Then as he stood gaping down at her quivering breasts, she gave them a gentle squeeze and milk began to ooze out of both big, puffy nipples. Atheling didn’t say a word as he took her by the hand and led her across the room to his rumpled bed.
Leaning down over the bed, he let go of her hand and quickly crawled up onto the bed. As she stood quizzically watching him, he rolled over onto his back.
“Come, my beautiful queen,” Atheling whispered. “Quench my thirst with your sweet milk.”
“Yes, my Lord,” she mumbled, crawling up onto the bed. Then she lifted a long, lovely leg up into the air and slowly dropped it down on the other side of his body. Straddling him, she slowly leaned down and inched up the bed until her giant, drooping breasts were dangling down just above his waiting lips. Staring up at the beautiful treasures, he felt a hard, swollen nipple brush across his lips. Easing his tongue out, he tickled it across the milk-covered pap. Then, as he opened his mouth, the queen bent her arms and lowered the big, puffy nipple down between his lips.
Pursing his lips around the big, purple nipple, he lifted his hands up to her breast. Wrapping his hands around the huge udder, Atheling began to squeeze and pull on it. Gently at first, he milked her as if she was one of the herd of royal cows brought up from the royal dairy to satisfy his thirst for milk. Her beautiful breasts were so large, they even reminded him of a milk-laden udder of one of the docile cows.
As he milked her, warm milk began to squirt out into his mouth covering his tongue with its frothy sweetness. Her milk, rich and thick even reminded him of cow’s milk, except her milk was much sweeter.
Then, as he sucked the sweet elixir from her breast, he raised his knee up into the air underneath her. Raising his leg, running his knee along her soft, smooth inner thigh, he worked his knee up until he found the hot, oozing hole between her spread legs. Still sucking and pulling on her dangling tit, he began to gently rub his knee back and forth across her pussy. As he did, he felt her begin to grind herself down against his knee, coating it with the hot, sticky juices flowing out of her ripe pussy.
The air around them reeked with the pungent bouquet of the thick, rich juices pouring out of her pussy. There was so much of the sticky goo flowing out of her, it was running down off his knee and trickling down his hairy leg.
Finally, the flow of milk from her dangling breast began to dry up. Deciding to save the other breast for later, he let go of the drained nipple and gently pushed it away from his mouth. As he did, she moved to the side, swinging her other giant breast over his mouth.
“My thirst for your sweet milk is quenched for the moment,” he mumbled out through his foam-covered lips and then ran his tongue around them to lick away the frothy white foam.
He watched as her giant tits bobbled and shook when he dropped his leg back down on the bed and she pushed up onto her knees.
“Tis time for an afternoon ride, my queen,” he grinned, reaching down through her legs to his fully hardened penis.
“My Lord?” she asked, a puzzled look on her pretty face.
“Your steed awaits thee,” he said, lifting his rock-hard cock up into the air just behind her butt as she sat on his belly looking at him.
“My Lord?” she asked again.
“Surely you rode the King’s steed before,” Atheling mocked her.
Turning, she looked over her shoulder down at his jutting prick as he held it.
“Never, my Lord, never,” she mumbled, her face turning bright red as she turned to face him again. “The king, he, he always, he always . . .”
“Your new king wishes for you to ride his steed,” Atheling sneered up at her. “Don’t you want to please your new king and ride his big cock?”
“It, it seems such a, a coarse and vulgar way to, to . . .” she complained. “Maybe something a dairy maid might do. But not a queen. That is below a queen’s station . . .”
“Come, my queen, I am growing weary of your endless protests. They are becoming rather boorish . . .”
“But, my king . . .” she feebly whined.
“Mount your steed,” he told her, anger creeping into his voice as he reached out and ran his fingers over her quivering breasts. “There is no one here to witness your whorish behavior, so I won’t tell you again—mount your steed.”
Grabbing her around the waist, he roughly shoved her backwards until her hot, oozing cunt was resting atop his big, hard cock.
“My Lord . . .” she whimpered, “please . . .”
“Mount it,” he snarled, digging his fingers into her waist and lifting her up into the air.
Then as she stood on her knees, her pussy hovering above his cock, he thrust his hand down and grabbed hold of his cock again. Jerking it up into the air, he began to push her down with his other hand. Feeling the head of his cock brush up against the soft, giving flesh between her legs, he quickly rubbed it back and forth several times to coat it with slippery juices oozing out of her.
“My, my, the queen’s cunt is so wet and so slippery. The king thinks that maybe the queen’s protestations might be only to deceive the king when she really does want to ride the king’s steed,” he snarled at her.
Then he felt the head of his cock find the slippery opening of her vagina and slip inside. As it did, he let go of his cock and wrapped both hands around her narrow waist. Frowning, she had her eyes clenched shut as Atheling forced her down onto his jutting cock. She was so wet and slippery, Atheling’s big cock quickly slid up into her all the way to the hilt.
“Now ride your mount, my queen,” Atheling grunted out, digging his fingers into her waist and lifting her hot, clutching pussy up the shaft of his embedded cock. Then, when only the head of his cock remained inside her, he forced her back down, making her take his whole cock back inside the fiery core of her cunt.
Grunting, he began to push and pull on her, making her slide her hot pussy up and down his jutting peter. As he did, she leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders. Atheling could see the muscles in her legs beginning to work as she began to fuck herself back at him. As he slowly released his hold on her waist, he watched her fat, bloated pussy lips wetly clinging to his cock as it slid in and out of her. Then he lifted his eyes up to her bobbling breasts as they heavily floundered up and down above his chest. Milk was oozing out of them and being flung everywhere as her big, puffy nipples flicked up and down. Reaching up, he grabbed hold of the floundering giants and pinched the big, puffy nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Squeezing and twisting them, he forced out tiny stream of her pure, white milk.
The queen’s ass continued to bob up and down as she slid her pussy up and down his juice-smeared peter. With his mouth open, Atheling tried to catch some of the sweet milk as it squirted out of her big, dangling breasts. Most of the sweet, white milk missed his mouth and his face was soon covered with tiny white droplets.
After a few moments. a her smooth, flawless skin was covered with a glistening sheen of sweat and Atheling saw that she was quickly tiring as she humped her cunt up and down his upthrust cock. The up and down movement of her hips was slowing and becoming jerky and erratic, but she wouldn’t relent, fighting on to hide any weakness from him.
Finally, Atheling let go of her floundering tits and wrapped his milk-splattered hands around her tiny waist again. Squeezing her waist, he lifted her up off his cock. As he did, he heard his drenched penis wetly slap down against his belly.
The queen’s eyes fluttered open as she stared down at him in a daze. Pushing on her, he rolled with her and gently rolled her over onto her back with him lying on his belly between her long legs.
As she lay looking up at him with a lost look in her soulful, brown eyes, Atheling reached down and fitted his penis back into the hot, wet gash between her legs.
“Did the queen like her ride,” Atheling grunted out, lunging forward and burying his cock back inside her tight, hot pussy.
“Yes, my Sire,” she mumbled, looking up into his eyes. “But it is so tiring . . .”
“What? You would have your king do all the work all the time? That hardly seems fair, my queen . . .” Atheling sneered at her as he began to fuck her with deep, thrusting strokes.
“I will try harder, my king,” she whimpered.
“As with anything,” he smirked down at her, “horseback riding requires practice if one is to become skilled at it, my queen. And I will ensure that you have ample opportunity to practice it . . .”
“If the king so declares it, the queen will comply,” she said, meekly staring back up into his eyes as he fucked her.
Atheling noticed a subtle difference in his mother from the morning. There seemed to be an air of submission about her that hadn’t been there earlier. Maybe she was finally accepting her new role as his queen . . . and his lover. .
But there was one last way to test her fealty, he sickly thought as he pounded away at her pussy . . .
Her eyes slowly closed as she raised her hands up to his hips and grasped hold of him. Then she clutched his hips and began to gently, but insistently push and pull on him, guiding him, coaxing him to fuck her faster.
Complying with her urging, he worked his hips back and forth faster and with more energy as she humped herself back up at his pounding attack. Atheling could feel the muscles encircling the tight opening of her vagina clutching at his cock as it slithered in and out of the fiery core of her cunt.
Her whole body was rocking from the force of the blows Atheling was raining down on her as her giant tits sloshed up and down slinging white, warm milk everywhere. The milk-laden giants were so big, they were slapping up against her chin as drops of milk splattered up, spotting her grimaced face with drops of milk.
“Oh . . . my king . . .” she whispered as her body suddenly stiffened and she thrust herself up against him.
Sensing her finish, Atheling thrust his cock up into her spasming cunt as deep as it would go. Pausing in his barbaric attack on her, he let her ride out her orgasm as her pussy clutched and grabbed at his embedded penis. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent and betrayed as she pretended to be, Atheling sickly thought. At last, the spasms working through her vagina began to weaken as her arched back straightened and slowly dropped back down onto the bed.
Her legs which had been brushing against his hips earlier dropped away as she splayed them out to the side opening herself to him for the final stage of his assault on her fertile vagina.
Had he been successful in planting his seed in her womb earlier, he sickly wondered as he began to rock his hips back and forth once again. Or would this be the time. The time to flood her womb with his potent seed-filled cum and plant the seed that would eventually become his heir.
Soon, he was fucking her with such ferocity, her whole body was pitching up and down, her big tits once again sloshing up and down spraying everything with warm, sticky milk. Atheling’s chest and face were speckled with white droplets of milk as he felt the burn begin down inside his flopping balls. His ass was working back and forth faster and faster as he ruthlessly fucked her and prepared to launch another massive load of cum down into her hungry cunt.
Then, the fireball burst and sent a giant gush of fiery cum spewing up through his jerking, twitching cock and out into her. Holding himself thrust deep inside the chamber of her cunt, Atheling filled her womb with his potency. Over and over again, his cock lurched and spurted as more and more cum spewed out into her until there was none left to give her.
As he pulled out of her and rolled over onto the bed, he saw that her cheeks were stained with tears.
“If the King is finished with his Queen, may I go?” she murmured.
“Yes,” he sneered back at her. “The King is finished with his Queen . . . for today . . .”
Atheling watched his mother’s beautiful ass twitch and ripple as she stepped across the room to where her gown lay in a rumpled pile in front of the fire place. Tomorrow, he sickly thought. Tomorrow, he would claim that, too. Claim the final treasure that she possessed. Claim it for his own . . .
Oblivious to her son’s demented plans, Queen Ides quickly wrapped the robe around herself and slipped out of his chambers . . .
The next day, it was after noon before Atheling had finished his kingly duties and headed down for the kitchen. As he stepped into the steamy heat, he saw that there were three young kitchen maids and one surly, old cook going about preparing for the evening meal. All four of the women curtsied his way before turning back to their work. Choosing one of the buxom young wenches, he stepped over to her.
“The king has need of a cup of lard, lass,” Atheling told her, admiring the swell of her more than ample bosom.
“Yes, my Lord,” the pretty, young woman told him, hurrying over to a large vat that sat by the roaring fireplace. Ladling out a gob of the grease the vat contained, she deposited it into a cup and hurried back over to where Atheling stood watching her.
“Your lard, my Lord,” she giggled softly, handing him the cup.
As Atheling took the cup from her, he reached out with his other hand and eased it down under the neckline of her peasant blouse. Cupping her substantial udder in his hand he lifted it out into the open.
The young woman didn’t say a word and just stood looking down at her breast as Atheling softly fondled it.
The other two kitchen maids were standing by the fireplace watching and giggling as they whispered back and forth between them while the old cook just stood scowling at him.
Pinching and rubbing the big, puffy nipple between his finger and thumb, Atheling felt it hardening and swelling.
“Perhaps the king shall have a use for this one day, my pretty,” he grinned, roughly tweaking her puffy nipple.
“Yes, my Lord, it yearns for the king’s touch,” she softly whispered, gently thrusting her breast against his teasing fingers.
“But alas, not today, for the king has other pressing business to attend to,” he told her, gently easing his hand out from under her heavy breast and letting it slip back down into the bodice of her dress. “But one day . . .”
“I await your summons, my Lord,” she said, curtsying.
Atheling turned and quickly departed with his cup of lard in his hand. Stopping by the room where the spinner was busily spinning wool, he told her he needed four cords of wool. The spinner quickly produced the cords and Atheling continued on his journey proceeding straight up to the tower where his and his mother’s chambers were. Quickly slipping into his own chamber, he left off the lard and wool cords before stepping next door to his mother’s chamber.
Knocking on the big, wooden door, he impatiently waited for someone to answer the door. At last, his mother’s handmaiden opened the door. Atheling was amused to find it was the same maiden that had been with his mother on that fateful day that had changed his whole life.
“Come in, my Lord,” the woman said, bowing low before him.
“I have need to speak to the queen,” Atheling told her, sweeping by her as she closed the door behind him.
“She is resting my Lord,” the maiden said, smiling coyly and curtsying once again. “Perhaps I could be of service to the king . . .”
“Your name,” Atheling asked her, pinching her chin between his finger and thumb and lifting it.
“Gretchen, my Lord . . .” she told him, smiling and shyly running her fingers over the bulge jutting out against the front of his britches.
“Gretchen, perhaps I may find a need for you one day,” he smiled, running his fingers over the swell of her rather impressive bosom. “But today, I am in need to speak to the queen. So, if you please, wake her and tell her that I wish to see her.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Gretchen told him, quickly turning and stepping off toward his mother’s sleeping chamber.
Watching the enticing swish of Gretchen’s ample behind as she walked away, Atheling wondered if she knew about him and his mother. After all, the castle was a small one, and the servants seemed to know everything that went on behind the closed doors of the castle. So he assumed that the servants probably knew that he and his mother were guilty of making the creature with two heads.
Waiting impatiently, he strode over to the big, ornate table that sat in the center of the room. Sweeping up the flask that lay there, he quickly filled one of the jewel-encrusted goblets with wine. Taking a swig of the fragrant wine, he found it was his favorite Macedon wine. Sweet, fruity, and potent, he told himself as he took another sip. Maybe his mother knew that it was his favorite and kept it available for him should he come visiting. Maybe she was actually becoming to accept her new role after all. But today, he had plans for her final humiliation. The final debasement to show her where her place was. He would take from her the last of her hidden treasures . . .
While he loved his mother with every fiber of his body, she had to pay, he dementedly thought. Pay for all those years of frustration and pain. She was to blame for she could have come to him and given herself to him. His interest in her as a lover had led him to read many books on the subject of incest. And he knew that incest among royalty wasn’t unheard of. In fact, in some royal families, it was a common practice. While it seemed to take place mainly between brothers and sisters, incest between parents and their children wasn’t unheard of. So, why hadn’t she come to him and given herself to him? So, now she would pay for her tragic mistake . . .
His reverie was abruptly broken as his mother came sleepily shuffling into the room.
“My Lord, Gretchen said me you have need of me?” she mumbled, stepping over to the table and pouring herself a glass of wine.
“Yes, my Lady, I have need of you in my chambers . . . to discuss one more duty I wish for you to perform for me as my new queen.”
“What is that, my Sire?” she asked a puzzled frown on her face as Gretchen stepped back into the room.
“Come with me, and you shall see,” Atheling smirked, looking over at Gretchen and giving her a wink.
Atheling set his empty goblet on the table and took his mother’s hand.
“Come,” he told her, gently pulling her toward the door.
Atheling hurried down the big hallway toward his own chamber as his mother held onto his hand and shuffled along behind him.
Shoving open the huge, wooden door that was covered with ornate ironwork, he pulled her inside and closed the door behind them. Latching the big iron lock on the door, he turned to her and smiled.
Looking over, he saw that Anton as usual had a nice, cheery fire going it in the fireplace to keep the chill off.
“What is it you have need of, my Lord,” his mother asked.
“Go stand in front of the fire and warm yourself, my Queen,” he told her, sweeping his hand in the general direction of the fireplace.
The look on her face grew more puzzled as she shuffled over to the fireplace and stood holding out her hands to warm them.
As she did, Atheling stepped up behind her and reached up to the neck of her dress and began unbuttoning the long row of buttons that ran down the entire length of her long, flowing dress.
Seeming to sense his intent, she didn’t speak or move as his fingers slowly crawled down the back of her dress. Finally, pushing the last button through its hole, Atheling rose back up and slowly pushed her dress down off her sloped shoulders, letting it go sliding down her outstretched arms. Grabbing at it as it slid over her hands, she kept it from falling into the fire as Atheling reached around her and took it from her. Tossing it onto his chair, he reached down and grasped hold of the silk chemise that hid her beautiful body from his hungry eyes. Slowly lifting it up her back, he exposed the sensual curves underneath it as she lifted her arms to let him slip it up and off over her head.
Tossing the chemise on top of her dress, Atheling stepped back and stood admiring the sweep of her long, sensual backside.
“So beautiful . . .” he murmured, stepping back up to her and kneeling down on his knees behind her. Digging his fingers down under the waistband of her red, satin pantaloons, he slowly peeled then down off the swell of her hips to reveal the perfect roundness of her exquisite ass.
Then as he pushed her pantaloons down her long, shapely legs, he leaned forward and gently placed a single kiss on each of the cheeks of her sumptuous ass. As she stepped out of her pantaloons and kicked them aside, Atheling reached out to her ass and clutched it in his hands, digging his thumbs down into the soft, pliant flesh. Then, he slowly spread the firm cheeks of her ass apart and slowly ran his tongue up the crack of her ass and across the pucker of her tiny, pink asshole.
“No . . . No, my Lord . . . please . . . please don’t touch me there . . .” she begged, trying to move away from his insistent tongue but finding herself blocked by the fire.
But Atheling would not relent and kept the tip of his tongue probing the intimate secrecy of her puckered asshole.
“Please, my Lord, please,” she pleaded, reaching around behind her trying to push his hands away as she wriggled and writhed trying to escape his hold on her ass. Finally, Atheling leaned back and released his hold on her quivering ass. Pushing up to his feet, Atheling, grabbed hold of her hand and drug her across the room, swiping up the wool cords as he went by the table.
“What? What are you going to do, my Lord?” she asked, her voice quavering as he led her up to the foot of his king-sized bed.
“You’ll see,” he smirked, tossing the ropes on the bed and grabbing one of her wrists.
“No . . . please, my Lord, not this . . .” she cried as Atheling grabbed one of the cords and quickly wrapped it around her wrist and tied it. Then, as she stood whimpering, he jerked her hand over to one of the four posters on the bed and looped the cord around the post. Quickly knotting the cord, he secured her hand and wrist to the bed, then quickly stepped around behind her to the other side. Taking hold of her other wrist, he looped the cord around it and jerked a knot in it. Then, pulling on her arm, he spread her arms apart and hastily attached her wrist to the other bed post.
Now she stood, bent at the waist, her big tits resting on the bed as Atheling grabbed up another cord and knelt down beside her leg. Taking hold of her by the ankle, he pulled her legs apart and tugged her foot over to the foot of the post that her wrist was secured to.
“No . . . No . . . Please, my Sire . . .” she begged as he roughly tied her ankle to the post.
Grabbing up the last cord, Atheling walked around behind her to her other side. Kneeling down beside her leg, he grabbed it and slowly pulled on it, spreading her legs apart almost as wide as they would go.
“Please—please—Atheling—don’t do this—I’m begging you—” she cried as Atheling roughly attached her ankle to the bed with the cord. “Atheling, my son, please don’t do this thing. For God’s sake, I’m your Mother . . .”
“But you are also my Queen, my Lady, and it is your sworn duty to please your king . . .” he grunted, getting up and standing behind her.
As she lay sobbing on the bed, Atheling quickly disrobed behind her, letting his clothes fall where they would on the cold, stone floor.
“You have such a beautiful ass, my Queen,” Atheling said, gently running his fingertips over the quivering firmness of the smooth, flawless skin. “It would be such a shame not to partake of it . . .”
“Oh, No, not there,” she gasped, trying to shrink away from him but finding herself trapped and unable to move away. “Anywhere . . . anything, but that, please, my Lord, please . . .”
“Did you ever allow Father to visit you through your delightful rear entrance, my Queen?” he asked her, slowly plodding over to the table and picking up the cup of lard.
“No—Never—No man ever—” she defiantly spat out. “Your father was a king . . . and a man—he didn’t have to stoop to buggering women.”
“What a doddering, old fool,” Atheling snickered. “Having such a precious treasure at his fingertips and never partaking of it. Such a fool . . .”
“Don’t do this, Atheling, please, I’ll do anything you ask, but not this,” she pleaded as Atheling stepped back over to her.
Ignoring her protestations, Atheling dug a long finger down into the lard and drug out of big gob of the slippery goop. Reaching out to her exposed and vulnerable ass, Atheling gently spread the cheeks apart with the fingers of his other hand as he raised the big gob of lard up to the puckered, pink opening of her asshole.
“Please don’t, Atheling,” she pleaded, trying to wince away from his finger but finding herself helplessly bound to the bed.
Pushing his finger down into the tight clench of her asshole, Atheling slowly rotated his finger first one way and then the other way to coat the opening with the thick, clinging lard.
“No—No—No—” she cried, trying to evade his insistent finger.
“Don’t fight so, my Queen,” Atheling told her. “I’ve heard that some women can even come this way . . . perhaps you are one of those lucky ones. And I truly hope you are, because this is only the first time, my Love . . .”
Finally, Atheling slowly pulled his finger out of her hot, clinging asshole as it quickly clenched shut. Smiling maliciously, Atheling dug his fingers back down into the lard and pulled out another big gob of the slippery goo. Admiring his mother’s beautiful ass with its glistening, puckered center, he quickly smeared the slippery gunk all over his rock-hard peter.
Quickly stepping back over to the table, he set the cup down and wiped his hands on one of the linen napkins that lined the table.
“Ready, my Queen?” he asked, quickly striding back over to the bed where she lay waiting for him.
“Please, my King, don’t do this to me . . . Please,” she impotently pleaded.
“If I hadn’t already tacked up my charger, perhaps I would give your ass a reprieve and take your other tight, sweet hole for a ride,” he sneered, stepping up behind her and lifting the rounded tip of his lubed penis up to the glistening pucker of her asshole. “But alas, he is all ready tacked up and ready to take me on the ride of my life. . .”
“Pleeeeaassseeee . . .” she squealed out as Atheling grabbed her by the hips and began to pull her back on his jutting penis at the same time he leaned into her.
Atheling watched the tight ring of wrinkled flesh slowly give way as the head of his dick spread the opening wider and wider.
“Me thinks thou doest protest too much,” Atheling snarled, pulling harder and forcing the head of his cock into the widening opening of her clenched asshole.
At last, with an almost audible pop, the head of his cock overcame the resistance of her tightly clenched asshole and slipped inside her.
“Unnnnhhhhhhh . . .” she groaned out, trying to lunge forward and escape from the painful trespasser that was so rudely invading her virgin ass.
“I’ve never had an ass so tight, my Queen,” Atheling grunted out, forcing the rest of his dick down into the hot, clutching tightness of her ass.
“Bastard!” his mother exclaimed as his hairy belly finally ground up against her ass cheeks.
“Oh, really! I never knew . . . so who was my real father, Mother?” he spitefully asked, thrusting forward and burying his peter even deeper into the once virgin depths of her ass.
“You son-of-a-bitch,” she growled out, still trying to lurch forward and dislodge the painful intruder.
“Now that I can agree with, my bitch of a Queen,” Atheling snickered, easing his penis back down the tight channel of her ass and the lunging forward to bury it back up to the hilt once again.
“Does the bitch like getting fucked in the ass by her son? Her son-of-a-bitch?” he asked her.
“Fuck you,” she snarled, as Atheling began to rock back and forth, attacking her ass with a vengeance.
“No, Mother, dear, it is you that is getting fucked,” Atheling panted, working his ass back and forth at a frantic pace. “In the Ass . . .”
His mother seemed determined not to give him the satisfaction of showing him any display of emotion as he pounded away at her vulnerable, exposed asshole.
“Mother . . . your ass is so, so hot . . . and so, so tight . . .” Atheling insolently sneered out.
Then, as he pumped away at her ass, he reached around her and found her clit with his finger.
“Unhhhhh . . . she groaned out through her pursed lips as Atheling began to roughly flick his finger back and forth across her clit.
Atheling was ripping his big, thick-shafted peter deep into her hot, clutching ass on every teeth-rattling thrust. He could hear his belly lewdly slapping up against the plump cheeks of her beautiful ass every time he drove his cock into the tightly clenched hole between them. The stark white flesh quivered and rippled from the force of the blows he was raining down on her bounteous butt as he continued to hammer away at her ass.
The attack on her clit seemed to be having some effect, he sickly thought as she began to strain against the bonds that held her bound to the bed, trying to thrust herself back at him.
Stopping the frantic attack, Atheling slowly eased his lard-covered penis back out of the strangling tightness of her asshole.
“What? What are you doing?” his mother fearfully asked, her eyes darting everywhere trying to find out what he was up to now.
“Just loosening your bonds a little, so that you may participate in your inauguration with more vigor,” he grinned, bending down and untying the knot on the cord holding one of her trim ankles to the foot of the bed. Loosening its hold on her ankle, he retied the knot and quickly slipped over to the other side and did the same thing there. Now with her ankles more loosely bound, she had the freedom to move back and forth slightly, while remaining bound to the bed.
Standing again, Atheling took hold of his cock and guided it back up to the puckered, pink opening that was peeking out from between the perfect, round cheeks of her ass. Fitting the head of his dick on the center of the fluted circle of darkened flesh, he began to push it back into the opening. His mother seemed to have relaxed somewhat as his peter easily slipped into her asshole and up into her ass.
Atheling curled his hands around her hips and began to pull her back and forth on his big, jutting cock as she rocked herself back and forth, taking him up to the hilt of his cock on every thrust.
“My clit! Rub my clit, rub it hard,” she admonished him through clenched teeth.
Still keeping his hips working back and forth, reveling in the tight clutch of her asshole on his pistoning peter, Atheling reached around her and quickly found her bulging clit once again.
“Like this,” Atheling panted as he began to roughly rub his fingers back and forth across the swollen nub of nerves and flesh.
“Yes! Yes, my Lord, yes, like that . . .” she wheezed, thrusting her ass back at him on every deep, thrusting penetration. “Rub it harder . . . harder . . .”
Unbelievably, Atheling could feel the muscles in his mother’s belly tensing, straining against his hand as he frantically rubbed his fingers back and forth across her clit. Was she going to come? Was she one of the lucky ones who could come that way, too, he wondered as he could see the muscles in her long, sweeping back begin to harden along with the muscles in her long, shapely legs.
“Faster . . .” she panted out.
What did she want, he asked himself. Did she want him to rub her clit faster or fuck her ass faster? Not knowing which, Atheling picked up the pace on both ends, rubbing his fingers back and forth across her clit faster at the same time he pumped his cock in and out of her tight, clutching asshole faster.
Now he could feel the tight, little ring of muscles in his mother’s asshole tightening around his pistoning peter as looked back at him with a deepening frown etching her forehead and grimacing her pretty face.
“Yes . . .Yes . . . Oh, my Lorddddddd . . .” she groaned out as her whole body stiffened and strained back against him.
As she groveled through her orgasm, her asshole began to constrict down around Atheling’s embedded penis so tightly, he was afraid it would slice his cock in two. Then it loosened its hold on his cock for a moment only to tighten back down around it even tighter as the spasms of her climax worked through her asshole, making it constrict and relax over and over again.
The spasms wracking her asshole went on and on for the longest time before they finally stopped. Atheling could feel that the tension of the muscles in her tight, little asshole had weakened as he began to work his cock in and out of it again.
“My Lord . . .” he heard his mother gasp out as she began to thrust her impaled asshole back at him as hard as she could within the constraints of her bonds.
“Was it good? Was it good for you, my Queen?” Atheling panted out, grabbing her hips and jerking her back and forth as he pounded his peter in and out of her.
“Yessss . . . my Lord . . . oh yesssss . . .” she murmured, as the sick sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the chamber once again.
The fireball that was forming down inside Atheling’s royal balls was growing hotter and hotter as the tight clutch of her mother’s asshole worked its magic on his pistoning peter.
“Come . . . my Lord, come . . . come and fill your queen’s ass with your royal seed, my Lord . . .” Queen Ides groaned out, thrusting herself back at his pounding attack.
Hearing his mother’s vulgar appeal triggered a massive explosion of almost overpowering pleasure down inside his cock and balls. As it did, his cock lurched and spewed out a massive load of superheated cum into his mother’s bowels.
“So hot . . .” she gasped, shoving her ass back at him and forcing the head of his prick even deeper into her bowels as it continued to jerk and twitch, spurting out more and more cum into her ass.
“Take it all . . . take all of my cum up your hot ass,” Atheling grunted out as she ground herself back against him.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Atheling was empty. He had filled his mother’s bowels to the point of overflowing with his massive load of cum. Trying to support himself on his weakened knees, he hoped that he wouldn’t collapse as he slowly backed away from her and eased his softening penis out of her abused asshole. As the head of his prick popped back out of her anus, a dribble of gooey, white cum trickled out of the widely stretched opening.He’d done it, he perversely thought. He had taken the final jewel of his mother’s wondrous treasures. But with the rape and plundering of her booty, he had left her with a jewel of her own. He left her with the knowledge that although painful in the beginning, it would lead to pleasure in the end. And he had promised her that this was only the first time for them . . .

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The Chapman Curse

The first day of a new career brings new surprises for Nicole Chapman, a woman who has a history of having bad first days.

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The Janitor: Part 3

Part 3 has been ready for a while but its been reedited quite a bit. I got a few Extras in the making and in fine tuning mode. First one should be done soon.

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Team Mascot!

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Me and my lady are filthy fucking cum whores (part one)

She wasn’t much for words, but that’s precisely why I loved to fuck her. Nothing drained my balls faster or better than a wordless and incredibly intense exchange with her.
I answered the door to find her in a long jacket, impossibly tall heels, and dark sunglasses. I thought I knew what was coming when she walked in the door, and pulled her jacket open to show her bare body and beautiful curves: she came close to me, smiled a devilish grin, and then slapped me across my face. Unexpected. She spat on me too, and I damn well enjoyed it. This was going to be good.
I was naked, and ready for whatever she had in mind, so she pulled me by my cock to the bedroom, forced me down on my knees, and planted her sweet pussy on my face. My cock sprung to attention as I licked from her clit to her cunt to her asshole and back again. Her pussy was dripping wet, and my face was soon covered in her cum. She gushed on my face at least twice, screaming “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” over and over again with each explosion. I was dying for more of her, but she needed to be kept in check.
I stood up, forced her against the wall, pressed my body into hers, and then spat her juices all over her face. I slapped her too, which she fucking loved. I pushed her down on her knees so she could take her turn on my cock.
First I slapped my cock against her face, leaving a trail of precum all across her forehead. I pulled her close to me so that her nose was at the base of my cock and her mouth was on my balls. She sucked each one into her mouth as she jerked my cock off on her face. So fucking hot.
But that was just the warm up. She quickly swallowed me whole, taking my now ridiculously rock hard cock deep into her throat. I wasn’t about to let her dictate the terms of this engagement, so I began pounding her face with all my might, my balls slapping against her chin with every push. I could see she was struggling to take it, but she loved that feeling more than anything else. I just loved watched her eyes water with every thrust of my cock.
I could have filled her belly full of cum, but picked her up instead, kissed her full on the mouth, ours tongues intertwined, our cum swishing around in each others mouth, and then threw her on the bed. I dove on top of her, and then flipped her over so I could eat her pussy again. She took right to my cock without skipping a beat.
I relentlessly tongue fucked her pussy, pushing deeper and deeper as she took more and more of my cock down her throat. She ground her clit on my chin as her pussy flooded my mouth, so much so that I could barely breath. Without warning, I unloaded my balls in her mouth, bucking so hard I almost threw her off of the bed. Take that you little slut, I thought. She took my load like a pro, saving it so she could show me how much cum I gave her.
First, she rolled off of me, and then climbed back on top to sit on my chest with her pussy right in my face. She leaned back every so slightly and then began to drip my cum out of her mouth between her tits. I nearly exploded again when I realized what she was doing — she was feeding me my own cum off of her body. I watched as it rolled down over her belly to the top of her shaved slit. I couldn’t believe that I was about to slurp my cum off of her pussy. My cock remained rock hard as I pulled it into my mouth.
She pushed every last drop into my mouth with her fingers. I showed it to her, she smiled, and then flipped back around on me so I could tongue-fuck it into her pussy. She’s such a dirty little whore, but she’s my dirty little whore. She cleaned my cock and balls as I filled her with my cum. Once done with me, she flipped back around, sat on top of me, and gave me an even more seductive look, like the fun was just beginning.
She pulled me into the shower for our traditional cleanup, but this time she pushed me back down on my knees. I moved in to lick her pussy again, thinking she wanted more cumplay, but she pushed me back by my forehead, smiled, and unleashed a stream of hot piss all over my face and in my mouth. I stood up so she could piss on my cock while I jerked off. It’s one of my deepest fantasies — nothing turns me on more than that. Oh fuck, I was about to burst again.
Once she was empty, she knelt before me so I could return the favor. I plastered her face, drenched her hair, and covered her tits in my salty piss. I pulled her up and flipped her around, and told her to spread her ass. She willingly gaped her ass for me, so I placed the tip of my cock inside of her and filled her ass with my piss. Take that you little fucking slut.
We finished with a slow and sensual piss-filled kiss. Her mouth and mine were full of so many different tastes, and our bodies were now bathed in both cum and piss. I turned on the water for a hot, soapy shower. I had two soapy fingers in her ass by the time it was done, and she had one in mine too.
After all, round one was down, and round two was about to begin…

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Doing It Doggy Style!!

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INTRODUCTION:
Kristy and her dog were best pals and always did stuff together. Sometimes when she was sitting in the shower or reading a book she would start to finger her self and think of her dog, she wanted more than anything to loose her virginity to her dog. then one day it happened without warning as she was walking her dog:
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It was a beautiful summers day, and Kristy, a local senior at the Atherton State high school was out on her normal afterschool walking her dog job. she was jogging holding her dogs leash as the Rohdestion Ridge Back ran along next to her. she knew of an old bush track that led to a private swimming hole in the bush, only her and her frinds new about it and dicided to go and check it out and maybe go for a dip.
As she got there she put her foot in to feel the tempreture and then stood back and started to strip. Kristy was very used to skinny dipping as she never bothered to take any togs with her and only thought of going for a swim on the spur of the moment. when she has stripped she dove in. Ted, her dog was barking and wanted to go in too.
“come on boy, come on” Kristy said to egg her dog on, then with a massive splash as he jumped in.
They swam around alot together then she had had enough and went to sun bake on a rock. Ted got out too and laid down next to Kristy. while Ted was licking himself dry she noticed that he lifted his rear leg and was licking his cock, as it got harder and harder. She started to get horny and coudln’t help herself, she reached over and grabbed it and started to massage it rubbing it up and down up and down. Ted just looked up at her in a weird doppy face, then stood up a shook all the water off of him.
“oh Ted come on you know i’m just having a bit of fun here” she said sadly and went back to sun baking.
the juices that were coming from her freshly shaven pussy must of attracted Ted as he started to sniff the air and went straight onto her and started licking her pussy.
“OHHHHH TED!!!” Kristy moaned
she spread her legs apart as wide as they could go and let her dog lick her pussy. She so badly wanted to get fucked by her dog that she push him away and got up on all for. It took a bit to get Ted to get onto her but he finally jumped up onto her and let his hard cock dangle down and touch her wet pussy. Kristy grabbed the hard cock with her left arm and guided it into her pussy. Although she was a vergin, she did regually finger herself and knew what to do.
“ohhhh!!” she moaned as she felt the head of his cock enter her pussy.
He moved closer to Kristy and got the idea, then started to push it in deeper and deeper and DEEPER!!! untill his cock was fully inserted into Kristy’s now very wet pussy. Ted pulled it out half way then slammed it into her while tightening his grip around her belly.
“ohhhh OHHHHHH OHHHHHH!!!!! TED!!!! ohhh yeah oh harder HARDER!!!!!! oh oh OHHHHH!!!!” she moaned and moaned with every movement that TED made.
She could feel Ted’s breath oh her back get heavier as he started to speed up his movement going in and out in and out in and out IN and OUT IN and OUT IN AND OUT IN AND OUT!!!! she moved her ass against his beating cock to get the force of it. then with a massive climax she came.
“OHHHHHHHH!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!”
but Ted kept on fucking her, harder and harder. and within seconds she climaxed and came again, this went on 3 more times before she could feel his semen start to reach the end and then squirt his first load right into her pussy. But Ted being horny wouldn’t stop and jsut kept on pumping.
“awwwwwwwww YEAH!!!!!!!!!!” Kristy siad as she came again “oh yeah again Ted do me again!!”
she was fucked three more times and eventually had enought and pushed Ted away, he was eager to do it agian and tryed to jump back onto her but she refused, she let him lick her wet pussy though and then she rubbed his hard cock again letting him come right over her leg.
“oh Ted your one horny dog” And with that eh tryed to jump on her again , but this time she was too horny to stop him, he fucked her again and again, till she was red and sore
“oh yeah Ted thats it fuck me again….AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAHHHHHH!!!!
harder, ted harder, oh yeah thats good, keep it up, oh yeah awwww yeah Ted your good at this”
Ted was getting faster and faster and eventually came inside of her wet pussy
After that she had enough she dived into the water hole and cleaned herself off, Ted jumping in after her and also cleaned up. She got out and got dressed.
“ok boy lets get outta here, it’s starting to get dark now” and with that they were soon walking the dark street to her home.
“Hi mum we’re home” she said as she opened the front door and let ted leash go.
“oh hi sweetie, dinner will be ready soon, have you been for a swim?”
“yeah me and ted went down to the swimming hole for a dip.”
“ok well go clean up”
Kristy went and had a shower, and went to her room, as she entered, she saw Ted there lieing on her bed,
“hi Ted, go on outta here, and if your good tonight i’ll let you do me again” but just looking at him, she was already feeling a bit horny, so she shut the door and said “oh alright come here”
He opened his hind legs a bit, so she had a clear view of his cock, it was hardening and now he had a full erection. She sat down next to him and dropped her towel, she grabbed Ted’s cock and lowered her face to it.
“mmmmmm Yeah” she said as she opened her mouth and placed it over his erected cock.
she was holding on to it with one hand and slowly massaging it with her mouth. She could tell taht he was enjoying it cause he rolled over onto his back so she could do it better.
“mmmmmmmmm……..oh fuck yeah!!!” she said as she moved it in and out of her mouth. “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yeha oh Ted this is a nice tasting cock” then with that she could feel him starting to come. Not wanting her sheets to get too dirty, she cautiously climbed onto his body and placed her pussy down ontop of his cock. she moved it up and down, up and down until he came.
“OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TED!!!!!!!!!! YEAH THATS GOOD!!!!!!!!” she was about to climax also
“oh yeah here i come oh Ted yeah here i come……..OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
and with that she layed down on top of him, his cock still in her, but now slowly sofening.
She must of fallen asleep like that cause she opened her eyes and it was morning. Ted had gotten up and was at the door sratching and wining to get out.
“oh no i fell asleep, oh Ted i’m so sorry here” she opened the door and relised that she was still naked, her brother was there staring opened mouthed at her.
“Kristy, what were you doing to Ted?”
“nothing, i was getting changed and let him out” she lied
“i’ll tell mum”
“oh no philip no way come in here a minute”
Philip was a year older than her but had the maturity level of a 10 yeah old, he still went crying to mum everytime something went wrong. But there was one thing that he couldnt deny, ever since he was 11 and started to get interested in girl he has always wanted to get with Kristy, she new ths and always turned it down, manly because she didnt want to break her virginity with her own brother, but now that she wasnt a virgin she kindly concidered it.
she dragged him inside her room,
“please don’t tell mum”
“and give me one good reason why i shouldnt go tell mum taht u have been screwing Ted”
“i’ll do anything, anything you want”
“anything huh??”
he inched closer to her and lowered his right hand to her pussy, Kristy took a deep breath, he squeasd it tightly and inserted his middle finger up her hole.
“awwwwww” Kristy sighed with pleasure “shut the door or mum will see”
He turned around and shut the door, and when he turned back, Kristy was on the bed in a suductive manner.
“so come on i’m all yours, this is what you have ever wanted isnt it……Philip…….well here i am come and get me”
his cock was getting hard now and swelling in his pants, his bulge now really noticeable, he undid his jeans pants and pulled his cock out, and slowly went over to his sister who was waiting for him on her bed.
“oh Kristy, i’ve wanted you for soooo long”
“well come and get me then”
first he kissed her hard on the mouth, putting his tongue into her mouth and massaging it on the inside of her mouth. He moved his hands onto her boobs and was groping her. He stopped kissing her and moved down to ehr boobs, now sucking on them.
“mmmmmmmm yeah finger my pussy philip……..mmmmmmm yeah thats it oh this feels so good”
He lowered his hand onto her pussy and slowly inserted his middle finger into her pussy, moving it slowly in and out in and ou in and out. His cock was now standing on end, grabed it with his spare hand and started to massage it. Kristy saw this and grabbed it and started to massage it for him so he could consintrate on her pussy.
“oh Krisy!!!”
“oh yeah thats good philip, oh oh i’m going to come philip oh yeah, lick my juices up oh yeah.”
she came just as philip touched her pussy with his lips and started to kiss her, but he continued to such and lick her pussy until she came again shortly afterwards.
“OHHHHHHHHHH PHILIP…………..YEAH OH THATS GOOD.”
“oh Krisy, you taste so good.”
“stop, i wanna suck your cock now”
they stopped and swapped postions, she took his cock in her hand and placed the head into her mouth, it was so hard and stiff, and standing onend. she kissed it and placed it fully into her mouth, deep throating it. She had never done this before, but it felt good, really good. and with her spare hand she was squeazzing and playing with philips chest. Philip wasnt the most musclest guy ever but he did have a few on his chest, but no six pack.
“oh yeah Kristy thats good, oh yeah oh AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!”
“mmmmmmm yeah this tastes good philip”
“oh Kristy……Kristy i’m going to come oh yeah oh oh yeah i’m goign to come……. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH”
he came into her mouth, shooting warm, white cum right into the back of her throat, she took it all and swallowed every last bit of it. She wanted to get fucked by him and didnt want to waste it just oh her face, so……
“Philip………..fuck me, fuck my pussy real hard”
“oh kristy”
they got up and moved to a better postion to fuck each other. she layed there open legged and ready for her brother to fuck her, so he went onto ehr and placed his cock at the opening of her pussy, and slowly inserted it.
“oh philip fuck me hard, harder”
she was so horny, he slammed it into ehr ingnoring her scream of pain and fucked her hard.
“OHHHHHHH yeah thats it philip hard HARDER i wanna feel it in me hit me deep inside.”
“oh oh oh yeah Kristy oh yeah”
his cock wasnt think but what t lacked in thinkness it gained in the length, it was at least 9 inched not erected and slammed into her hitting that back walls of her insides with ease.
“oh yeah thats good, OH OH YEAH”
he fucked hard and harder and got even harder. the sound of sqelch came as the juices leacked out of Kristy’s pussy, making it even easier to fuck her hard.
“oh yeah i’m going to come, oh yeah thats it Philip oh yeah i’m goign to come oh oh ohhhhh AWWWWWWWWW yeah oh yeah thats good, yeah AWWWW!!!!!”
she came with a massive climax and shuddered all over, Philip also came.
“ooohhhhhhh Kristy yeah that was good,”
catching their breath, they both fell asleep, with philips cock still in her, and her legs still wide apart.
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She never thought that her relationship would come to this, but it was better to get fucked by her brother than to let him tell the world that she fucked their dog Ted. so she kept it up, fucked him reguarly just to keep him quite, but she still did fuck her dog, but only when she was out walking him, she would never do it int eh house anymore cause she got court last time.
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Seven Fair Maidens Part One

this story is part one of seven and is my first time writing this sort of thing. The story line is different so if you don’t like it tough shit. But if you do I’ll take comments happily.

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IDENTICAL TWINS

There are identical twin brothers. One lives a godly life: Good husband and father, reputable businessman, lots of community service. One is a hell-raiser: drunk, unfaithful to his wife, mean to his kids, cheats and lies. They both die at about the same time. The good twin goes to heaven and can look down on the bad twin in hell. Hell is not as the good twin imagined. His brother is drinking and partying with lots of beautiful women, music, dancing, and passionate kissing going on. The good twin sees St Peter and says to him, “Mind you, I’m not complaining. This place is peaceful and beautiful, but my brother down there looks like he’s having the time of is life. He has his own beer keg and just look at that gorgeous woman he is kissing.”
St Peter puts an arm on the man’s shoulder and says, “My son, all is not as it seems. The keg has a hole in it. The woman doesn’t!”

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