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

   GOODHEART AND THE PAGAN PRINCESS

   by

   DERN GOODE

   Copyright (C) 2002 by Dern Goode

   CHAPTER THREE

   THE POWER OF ZOG

   At those words, Shana returned to the room.  She had changed into a
short, transparent nightgown that in no way interfered with my appreciation
of her ripe charms.

   "Isn't he wonderful, Shana?  Philip has been good enough to agree to our
little plan, and I'm sure we can count on his discretion.  A handsome lad,
indeed!  I must say, I envy you.  Now give him a kiss, dear.  Don't be shy
. . .  "

   I could not believe my good fortune!  Without coaxing, the girl took a
step forward, fighting to overcome her own timidity.  Never before had a
girl so beautiful submitted so easily.  Finally, after so many years of
diligent practice, my amatory skills were to be put to use in the service
of the Lord.

   Mrs.  Dumfries clucked encouragingly and the girl took her place before
me.  She glanced downward shyly, letting my eyes ravish her thinly veiled
charms, until I placed a hand on her tempting ass and drew her down onto my
thighs.

   There was less material, now, than before between the soft flesh of her
buttocks and my cock.  It became rock-hard as her rosy lips gave me a
tender kiss.

   "A charming picture--truly a match made in heaven.  "Don't be shy, dear.
Let him play with your titties.  Men like to do that sort of thing."

   Shana lifted one of my hands to her bosom.  I squeezed the globe,
crushing the tit with my fingers under its flimsy covering, and made the
nipple stiffen.  A renewed fervor brought life to her moist lips as they
tangled with mine.

   The evidence of my own passion was hard to disguise.  I could hardly
wait to stick my throbbing cock into her dripping pussy.

   "You two just go about your business and ignore me," Mrs.  Dumfries
tittered and said.  "I will act as an observer.  I was trained in the
scientific method, and I will take notes as the, ah, . . .  experiment
proceeds.  One seldom gets to observe a procedure like this in the field,
so to speak.  Shana, my dear, if you would be so kind as to describe your
feelings as we go along . . .  "

   "Madam, if I may be so bold as to suggest," I interrupted.  "If you were
to loosen your clothing, perhaps you could apply your fingers to your own
body, duplicating my efforts with the young maiden here and, thus,
experience the feelings more directly--for the sake of your notes, of
course."

   "A clever suggestion, my bright young man."

   The older woman began undoing buttons, wasting no time preparing herself
to join us in the pursuit of scientific truth.  She loosened her
tight-fitting garments and stepped completely out of her dress.  Shana and
I exchanged amused glances as our hostess freed her huge tits.  With them
hanging out, she picked up her notebook again.

   "Now, perhaps we all three can experience a modicum of enjoyment while
pursuing this godly undertaking.  You see, Shana, we did well to put our
trust in this roguish fellow.  I trust him completely, and you would do
well to do likewise.  Why, I wouldn't have the slightest hesitation in
allowing him to fuck me if he so desired."

   I surveyed the woman's mature form momentarily and considered the
possibility of accepting her offer as a tasty bonne bouche after feasting
on the choice morsel squirming on my lap.  The idea was not without merit.

   I turned my attention back to the girl and immediately lifted her flimsy
garment over her head.  I fear my mouth drooled as I gazed upon her
magnificent tits.  The sinuous curves of flesh had a uniform almond cast,
the color broken only by the darker tones of her shapely nipples.

   My head sank to the dusky flesh, and my tongue lapped lavishly over the
engorged peak.  Her fingers fluttered over my ears and the back of my neck
and twined in my hair, nourishing my efforts.

   "Come along, child," Mrs.  Dumfries encouraged, "make him naked, too. 
Let's see just how randy this fellow really is."

   The girl obediently began to undo the buttons of my shirt.  I gazed into
her eyes, expecting to see the fire of passion, but all I could find was a
girlish curiosity.

   She smoothed her palms over the firm flesh of my chest as it was
exposed, then touched my nipples with her fingers.  Bending forward, she
touched her lips to one dimpled peak, warming it with her breath before
grazing it with her teeth.

   While I plucked at her own nipples, she licked the sweat away from mine,
and the tiny, masculine nubs hardened perceptibly.  The sensations were
transferred immediately downward, and my breeches became unbearably
confining.  I was very close to discharging my passion within the folds of
my own clothing.

   "His pants, my dear, his pants!" Mrs.  Dumfries directed, impatient with
the girl's progress.  "Let us see the dear boy's cock!"

   With Mrs.  Dumfries hovering over her, Shana worked awkwardly with the
buttons to slowly open the front of my trousers.  The older woman
impatiently thrust her hand inside, grasping my engorged prick even before
it became visible, while Shana worked my pants down my legs.

   "Oh, Shana!" she gushed, flushing with excitement as her fingers
stretched downward clear to my balls.  "My hand has found such a wondrous
thing!  Here, have a look."

   The girl's eyes widened at her first sight of my pointed knob.  "Zog,"
she murmured, her lips quivering as she uttered the single word again and
again.  "Zog . . .  Zog . . .  "

   "Certainly not, my dear.  This is certainly not your pagan god Zogli,
but one of God's most marvelous creations.  Here, touch it.  See for
yourself how it throbs with the very force of life itself."

   Shana reached out cautiously.

   "Why . . .  it's true.  It's warm . . .  alive . . .  "

   "Yes," said Mrs.  Dumfries, watching as the girl gingerly fingered my
meaty pole.  "That, my child, is a prick, pure and simple--a most marvelous
one, indeed.  Although I only have actual knowledge of one, my husband's--a
mere pimple in comparison--I have heard of others as long as six or seven
inches.  But none so grand as that."

   Pride always adds an extra inch when the ladies openly admire my
endowments.  The girl rubbed my balls, and it extended upward even more. 
Women take great delight in gaging such things, and it usually measured
nine and one-half to ten inches, depending upon the skill of the measurer.
A pretty physics student once estimated its heft at two pounds, five and
three-quarter ounces, but she was far from an "A" student and I have little
faith in her calculations.

   But it was truly God's gift.  To some he gave great beauty; to others,
incredible athletic prowess; but to me he gave something much more
practical and mundane, but fully as rare as a tenor's ability to hit the
high-C note.

   The girl shook her head sadly and released my prick.  "It is Zog," she
said, "taking life in this young man's most private parts to taunt me with
the desire for things I can never have."

   She reached out again with longing to touch my most tender areas.  A
pleasant feeling went through me, and a shiver shook her young body.  "I
react, you see, but I feel nothing.  Nothing at all."

  
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