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 Goodheart and the Pagan Princess, an erotic novel by Dern Goode

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   GOODHEART AND THE PAGAN PRINCESS

   by

   DERN GOODE

   Copyright (C) 2002 by Dern Goode All rights reserved.

   All characters and events depicted in this novel are purely fictitious

   CHAPTER ONE

   I DEVELOP A LOVE FOR LATIN

   I can well remember that momentous occasion when I was first introduced
to the joys of the flesh and the young lady who took my youthful exuberance
in hand, so to speak, and guided it so unerringly toward the objective that
would become the consuming passion of my life.  A startling confession for
a minister?  Perhaps so, but one that must be made if I am to be totally
honest.

   Yes, I am sure I felt much the same as Adam did upon taking a bite of
the apple once the mysteries of the feminine form were first unveiled to my
youthful eyes.  From then on, I was unable to look at my young friends
without imagining their breasts bare and their cunts naked.  Even the
mature forms of my mother's friends did not escape my imaginative musings.

   In that, I was hardly different from other boys of my age.  However,
while most of my chums were only dreaming of such things, I carried my
lustful thoughts a step further and succeeded in fucking most of my female
classmates.  I actually made a list and checked them off one by one as they
raised their skirts for me--adding an extra check mark if they were
virgins, which was the case with most.

   It was some years, of course, before I had much success with my mother's
friends, but that, too, came in time.

   A startling confession, you say once again, for a man of God?

   There is a common misconception among the devout that a life devoted to
the church must be devoid of pleasure.  Recent revelations, however, have
shown that even life among the celibate Catholic priesthood is not without
its amorous pleasures.  In the hopes of enlightenment, I am setting down my
own efforts at combining Christian servitude with sybaritic gratification.

   Still having the full facilities of mind, and indeed, of body, the
recollections are fresh enough to give me a halfway-decent cockstand while
I endeavor to record them accurately.  At the risk of offending a few
ladies, I plan to spare none of the details as I describe the joys of
fucking among the pious, calling a spade a spade, and, when the situation
dictates, a cunt a cunt.  Far from being crude, the vernacular has a beauty
of its own and conveys the animalistic spirit of sensual delight most
accurately.

   Fucking, in fact, led to my choice of godliness as a profession.  As it
does for many lads, my sexual awakening came at a young age.  If that first
encounter had been with a damsel as awkward and as innocent as myself,
perhaps my life would have taken a different course.

   My undoing, however, was at the hands of a precocious young maiden with
a well-developed figure who was some years older than me.  I had been
curious about such things from early on, and Nellie found me an eager pupil
as she taught me the remarkable things I could do with the muscle that hung
between my legs besides just peeing through its end.

   I had already discovered that I was different from other lads my age, my
fleshy appendage being longer than any of their puny pricks and dangling
halfway to my knees.  It had begun to be an embarrassment, growing hard at
the most awkward times and creating a bulge in my pants that brought
snickers from my playmates.

   My charming teacher quickly dispelled my foolish fears.

   That momentous occasion, which I mentioned earlier, whereby I was
introduced to fucking was managed by that naughty young lady in a
delightfully clever way.  Her family had recently arrived from Scotland,
and my parents had engaged her to tutor me in Latin because of her superior
education.

   I do remember there was some disagreement in my household--my mother
claiming the girl was wicked and old beyond her years while my father
proclaimed that to be nonsense.  The Scots, he claimed, were as
dispassionate as their "cold, barren country."

   As usual, mother was right, and the young lady told me later that she
had been eying me from the day she first saw me with the intention of
providing me the pleasure of my first fuck.  Her engagement as a tutor only
made her task easier.

   Knowing, one day, that I would be alone in our large house, she arrived
for our lessons wearing a simple smock under her coat with a very open top
that displayed a tantalizing view of her breasts which was impossible to
ignore.  My mouth was soon watering, and my cock bulging embarrassingly in
my pants.

   "Young Master Philip is not paying attention," she scolded.  "The nasty
boy is imagining poor Nellie naked."

   I sputtered a protest, but she reached down and gave my concealed cock a
bold squeeze that set me to blushing.

   "For shame!" she chided, shaking a finger at me.  "How can you prepare
for your exams with little Philip, here, straining so?  Are you really such
a wicked boy that you can't keep your mind off stray cunts and bottoms?"

   I protested vehemently, claiming piously that I had no knowledge of such
things to fill my young mind.  No, indeed.

   "It's you," I blurted out.  "I mean, that dress . . .  "

   "Why, you're looking at my tits!" With a surprised downward glance, she
pressed her hands to the sides of her mounds and squeezed them together
until they almost popped out of the top of her bodice.

   "Aye, Master Philip, if these are what's catching your interest, I
suppose there's no hope for it." She sighed.  "There comes a time in a
young man's life when his mind is filled with thoughts of naked woman--wild
imaginings that are seldom based on reality but cannot be put to rest until
he has had his fill of the real thing--if you know what I mean," she added
with a wink.

   I blushed and vigorously denied any such mental transgressions.

   But she just smiled knowingly, and I became even more flustered.  "Come,
lad, the feelings are nothing to be ashamed of, but lying will most
certainly send your black heart to hell.  Our only hope for continuing our
lesson is to lay ourselves completely bare."

   "Lay ourselves bare?"

   "Aye, strip naked.  Both you and me.  That way we will satisfy your
curiosity and free your little cock from those restraints that are proving
such a distraction.  Only then can we get on with it."

   I could not help but stare, dumbfounded, as she proceeded to loosen her
smock without further ceremony and let the front fall away from her big
tits, for I'd never had such a view before.

   "Come along, lad, don't be shy.  Strip!  I'd hate to have to report to
your parents we were making no progress at all.  I'd be sacked for sure."

   "Oh, no!" said I, hastening to loosen my own clothing.  "I wouldn't want
that."

   Horror at the possibility of losing such a delightful companion overcame
my shyness, and I threw off my clothing with a growing sense of elation,
finally turning back to gape impudently while she carefully folded her
final garment.  I did not know where to look first as I tried to take in
the whole of her at once.

   "Well, Master Philip," she teased, posing obscenely.  "Is a naked woman
every bit what you thought she was?  Or is she not?  That's a fine cock
you've got there.  It looks pleased enough at the sight."

   I had to use both hands to cover my audacious reaction, but she pushed
them away.

   "Don't be ashamed, lad.  A good, stiff hard-on is the finest compliment
you can offer a lady.  Especially when she's naked."

   Those words were a boon to an impressionable young man trying to come to
grips with adolescence, and I began to take pride in what until then had
been a source of embarrassment.

   "Now," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "should we get on with our
lesson, or would you prefer to dally a bit?"

   I had no need to state my preference, for it was evident in my eyes.

   She grinned.  "You are a randy young fellow, aren't you?  I suppose it's
all the girls can do to keep you from peeking up their skirts at their
bottoms."

   I denied ever having done such a thing.  "Yours is the first bottom I've
ever seen--and I find it quite nice, indeed," I sputtered.

   "Really?  Well, then, I suppose you won't be satisfied until you've
poked that thing between my legs, and perhaps even into my bottom as well."

   "Oh, no!" I exclaimed, horrified especially by the latter part of her
suggestion.  For, in truth, I had never dreamed of such a thing.

   "There's no need to worry, Master Philip, I have no fear of a prick."

   With my libido rising, I was happy to hear that.  But my real fear was
the wrath of my parents if they ever discovered what our lessons had come
to.

   She laughed.  "I certainly won't tell if you won't."

   That eased my reservations somewhat, and I reached out with curious
fingers to touch her breast, finding it soft and firm at the same time with
a warmth that made my cock inch upward even more.

   "There's a lad," she murmured.  "A girl never tires of being touched and
kissed and enjoys it ever so much as a boy enjoys the doing.  Ah, yes,
there, too . . .  "

   My free hand had begun to slip downward, and it trembled as my fingers
poked through the silken curls at the base of her belly.  Wrapping my
fingers around between her legs, I caught my breath as I got my first feel
of that most mysterious part of the feminine anatomy.  The slight, twin
ridges of her cunt slit were warm against my palm.

   My heart pounded at the contact, and I held my breath as I parted the
slight bulge with a curious finger and pressed it along the length of the
moist opening.  Her pulse pounding softly, it was as delicate as having a
bird in my hand and nothing like the great, dripping maw my boyish
imagination had thought it would be.

   I dropped my mouth to her tit and started kissing and sucking her
nipple. I was surprised at its swelling, for the lads I played with and
from whom I had obtained my scant knowledge of things sexual had never
discussed such a phenomenon.

   She manipulated her tits for me, encouraging my efforts.  Thinking her
distracted, I slipped a finger into her hole.

   She tittered.  "My, you are a bold lad!" Intent on introducing me to the
full range of experiences, she pushed my head downward.

   Like most young girls, she had not yet learned to properly care for her
privates, and my nostrils twitched at her scent.  But my lips were already
on her pussy, and I have ever since associated that heady feminine odor
with the pleasing taste of cunt.  She giggled while my tongue stroked her
inner parts and finally pushed me away so that she could view the effects
of my arousal.

   My cock was standing straight up, and it was, indeed, thicker than I
could ever remember it.  She touched it, and the most delicious feeling ran
throughout my body.  Her fingers circled around it, tickling it, while she
remarked that it was "a good-looking staff, really, quite as handsome as
any I've ever seen before."

   Her glowing appraisal gave me a new-found respect for what I had
previously considered my basest body part, and I arched my back and thrust
my hips forward to present my cock even more favorably.

   "And, now, Master Philip, if you would be so kind, please get on with it
and drive that nasty thing into my twat so that we can get back to our
declensions."

   Needless to say, my ass and her legs were soon in the air.  What a
delight was that first fuck!  I went wild with frenzy and wallowed in her
warmth as her soft interior clutched my prick.

   Pushing my virgin cock deeper with each stroke, I buried it to the hilt
between her clinging lips and started banging away, my balls smacking her
ass.  With her hands on my hips, she restrained my youthful exuberance,
controlling with her touch the jolting thrusts that sent such wonderful
excitement from the tip of my prick to the ends of my body.

   The vision of her milky white tits bouncing beneath me added to my
excitement.  A low moan rose in Nellie's throat as I thrust again and
again. Too excited to even shout, I dumped my load of boiling sperm into an
eager quim for the first time in my life.

   But, much to my delight, the young lady's appetite was not so easily
assuaged.  "Now, Master Philip, you must clean up the mess you made.  If
you want a lady to return, you must be considerate of her person.  It's not
polite to send her off dripping in her knickers." She shoved my head down
between her legs, and added with a chuckle, "Besides, your mum would give
us a devil of a time if we soiled the carpet, wouldn't she?"

   That thought put the fear of God in me, and I restrained my inhibitions
and shoved my tongue between the sides of her soft twat to clean away the
remnants of the passion I had just dumped deep into her white belly.  I
fell in love with the heady concoction immediately, ranking it right up
there with ice cream and soda pop as a taste treat.  The girl tugged at my
cock and brought it to her mouth.

   In that manner, she introduced me to a new sensual delight, and I was
soon unloading another charge of sperm, this time between her pretty lips.
I felt her pussy shudder around my tongue and I sensed that something
special was happening.  Such was the expertise of my tutor that she taught
me how to fully satisfy a woman even before my youthful ears had ever heard
the word "orgasm" or had I even considered that there might be a feminine
counterpart to the experience.

   We sat up together, and I was rather pleased to see her beaming as
broadly as I.  For, although that first fuck had filled me with elation, I
sensed it was simply a milestone in my experience--one that would soon need
to be repeated and would require a willing partner.

   "What a remarkable cock you have," she said, watching it rise once again
as she tickled it with her fingers.  "I don't know that I've ever
encountered one quite so durable.  Why, with a cock like that you could
even take on an older woman . . .  perhaps a friend of two of your mum's."
She gave me a wink.  "With a little training, I should think.  Don't you
agree?"

   "Would you teach me?" I sputtered.  "For, in truth, I feel very
awkward--"

   "Nonsense!  You're doing fine--although if you ever fuck a real lady,
you'll have to soften the rough edges somewhat.  Ladies fancy having their
pussies tickled a bit before receiving the cock.  Other than that, I
suppose, they groan and sweat the same as a young girl like myself.

   "Now, since you have already been introduced to two of the holes a woman
has available for her pleasure, and since that shaft of yours is still
quite strong and slippery wet with my own saliva, I believe we can progress
to the third orifice."

   "A third orifice?" I questioned, unable to imagine what she might be
leading up to."

   "In the center of the bottom," she whispered.  "Sailors call it an
asshole, but don't let that word ever pass your lips in the presence of a
woman.  A real lady will never admit it, but most find it as exciting as a
cunt-fuck.  And a man, well, I suppose he finds it delightfully tight."

   So saying, she got on her hands and knees and presented me with an
enticing view of her white-cheeked rump that made my prick quiver.

   "Why, Nellie!  Your bottom is beautiful!"

   "How nice of you to say so!" She laughed.  "You are a darling!"

   I spread her bottomcheeks with my hand and stared at the wrinkled bud of
her bumhole.  Although I had never even imagined such a thing before, the
prospect of attacking that tiny orifice suddenly seemed every bit as
exciting as penetrating a cunt formerly did.

   "Spit on your hand," she directed, "and rub it on your prick.  You must
make it very slippery, for you'll find no help from me back there."

   I followed her instructions.  Although the little bud opened easily for
the point of my tool, it took a great deal of grunting and groaning and
heaving on both our parts to effect a complete coupling.

   But persistence had its reward, and I was soon riding the chasm between
her ass cheeks as nicely as I had her hole in front.  The tightness did its
work and drained me of a great gushing geyser of my rushing sperm.

   In that manner the clever young lady initiated me into the full range of
sexual expression in my very first session with the cock.

   Being a practical as well as a passionate girl, Nellie saw to it that
sex became a regular part of our lessons, serving as a reward for a job
well done.  I quickly surpassed by classmates in my knowledge of Latin, a
feat my teacher at school never could quite fathom, yet took full credit
for nonetheless.  To this day, the sound of such phrases as "E pluribus
unim" or "Sic semper tyrannis" never fail to give me a hard-on.

  
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