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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 SIX

   HOW FICKLE IS A MAN

   "Really, Cynthia!  You are acting like a lewd little whore!.  Next
thing, you'll be wiggling your ass and shaking your cunny in his face."

   The nearly naked girl stood, straightening her athletic body, and
blushed.  "I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me."

   I laughed.  "Your reaction, my dear girl, is perfectly normal.  Even the
most respectable of women behave immodestly when lust overtakes their
senses.  If it were otherwise, the production of little ones would be left
solely to the most wanton of women.  Lust is the greatest of emotions, the
spice that stimulates the appetite and makes fucking such an enjoyable
pastime."

   "I want to learn," the girl stated firmly.  "I have heard so many
terrible things about this horrid amusement that I am sure there must be
something wickedly exciting about it.  Kiss me, use me, do anything you
like.  I won't object.  Give me the full treatment, if you please."

   It would have taken a better man than I to resist such an invitation.  I
pulled her to me and kissed her harshly with an open mouth.  Her Lesbian
experiences had served her well, and she needed no instruction in the
French method.  With our mouths glued together, my tongue played delicately
with hers while her budding breasts wriggled against me and sent thrills
down my spine.

   Working blindly, I fumbled behind her back to remove her restraining
halter so that I could feel the full warmth of her tender breasts against
my own naked flesh.  Her sensuous writhings caused her tits to rub ever so
delightfully against my chest.  I progressed slowly, realizing that
although her tender body was no stranger to such stimulation, the harsh
touch of a man's hand was totally new to her.  It was my sacred duty to
turn her around and set her once again on the path of righteousness.  Of
course, my interest was not only professional.

   I started moving my lips downward, nipping her tender flesh lightly as I
traversed the graceful arch of her neck.  Dallying en route to my
objective, I swirled my tongue over the expanse of her shoulders and the
delicately powdered flesh of her upper torso.  Her breasts grazed my chin,
coaxing me onward, standing firm like two ripe, rosy-hued apples.  I licked
a wide swath around one, and then the other, making the valley between the
swelling hillocks glisten wetly.  I could resist no longer the invitation
of those shapely breasts, capped with large pink nipples, the engorged
spikes tempting my eyes with a sprightly dance.  I grasped the mounds in my
hands and held them while I licked and sucked and nibbled on the tasty
flesh, my appetite increasing as I moved back and forth from one to the
other.

   Working stealthily so as not to start my prey, I moved my hand down
along the softness of her belly and into her panties.  My fingers parted
the silky curls, slid over her prominent mount, and curled around the moist
swelling of her fleshy cunt.  She tensed, then relaxed with her voluptuous
flesh settling around my fingers.  I teased her warm cleft with my
fingertips, penetrating her slowly.  A helping hand suddenly whisked away
her panties.  Robin, apparently, wanted a better view--undoubtedly
concerned that I might me taking undue liberties with her own love partner.
The unexpected intrusion into our privacy dampened our passions, and I sank
into a chair and pulled the naked girl into my lap.

   Deliriously, I clasped handfuls of her warm flesh, gripped her ass hard,
and even thrust my hand into the moist region between her cheeks. 
Startled, but fully approving of my action, she jumped slightly at first,
but soon settled her weight back onto my probing fingers.  I instantly
twined my fingers in the puff of silky hair, felt the prominent mount, and
then dived into her fleshy cunt.

   Becoming impatient with my efforts, Cynthia positioned herself in my lap
so that my swollen prick could rise comfortably between her legs.  She
turned to her companion and said harshly, "Really, Robin, you look
positively Victorian standing there fully clothed and livid with jealously
while the rest of us are doing such delightful things!"

   "I am not jealous--"

   "You are positively green, dear girl--a most unbecoming color, indeed!
Now," she snapped her fingers imperiously, "either take something off and
become a part of things or leave us at once!"

   With eyes downcast, Robin slowly unbuttoned her khaki bush shirt.  Her
tits were larger than her friend's, their weight stretching them downward
like huge, fleshy teardrops, her nipples protuberant dark cones that
betrayed her own arousal.

   I waited only until she had fully exposed her lightly-haired pussy
before circling her waist with my arm and drawing her into our little
group. My nostrils twitched at the scent of her perfumed flesh as I sucked
in her tits and nibbled on the erect peaks.  My prick swelled further,
pushing apart the cuddling flesh of the other girl's legs.  My throbbing
cock was aching for the warmth of a welcoming gash, and it didn't much care
which girl supplied it.

   While I sucked on Robin's breasts, Cynthia twisted in my lap to tongue
my masculine nipples.  Her fist enfolded my cock and pressed its length
along the opening between her legs.  "My, that feels good," said the
excited girl.  "I don't believe I've ever felt this way before.  Your
member is so warm and stiff . . .  why, it's ever so much more exciting
than a cold cucumber!"

   Overcome by her own curiosity, Robin reached down and added her hand to
the one already playing in my crotch.  The two women had their toy; I was
not to be outdone.  The standing girl being the easiest to reach, I slipped
my hand between her legs and began tickling her pussy.  At the same time, I
pushed my other hand between Cynthia's thighs and worked one finger into
her hole, and then two, as far as the knuckle.  I began frigging them both,
plunging my fingers frantically in and out of the more experienced girl's
cunt while I handled her virginal companion more gently.

   "Do you see, dear Cynthia, how fickle is a man?  They are never content
with one woman when two are available.  See how beastly he is?  See how he
pounds at my delicate folds, all the while dreaming of your pink little
cunt, I am sure.  For a man likes nothing better than to deflower and to
rape--yes, rape!  But I will deny him that pleasure!  I'll submit
willingly!"

   Cynthia turned her face up toward me and smiled.  "There, you see, sir,
today your filthy prick shall have two lovely cunts.  Are you up to such a
challenge?"

   "I can but try, my dears.  I can think of no more delightful way to
while away the hours on this wretched boat trip."

   The conversation did not interrupt the lively play of my fingers in
their cunts or their teasing touches along the length of my cock.  Cynthia
added her hand to mine between the legs of the standing girl.  Splitting
the top of Robin's slit expertly with two fingers, she freed the slick,
glistening head of her friend's well-developed clitoris and rubbed it
gently while my fingers plunged in and out of the hole below it.

   "This is the way she likes it, see. . . .  "

   A shudder rippled through the standing girl's body.  "Ooh, Cynthia!  You
have such a nice touch. . . ."

   I watched the girl's fingers for a moment, then pushed them away and
duplicated the subtle motion, tickling the engorged clit with my own
digits. The Lesbian continued writhing, never realizing that now she was
being diddled by a man rather than a woman.

   She shook and trembled, with mouth half open and eyes closed tightly in
a wince of passion.  Her massive boobs rotated in erotic circles.  Her
thighs pressed forward and her swollen cunt lips clasped my fingers to her
mushy folds.  A sudden shock stiffened her frame, and a tiny burst of spray
washed my hand.  She babbled incoherently as a second spasm shook her body.

   Restraining my wild, masculine impulses, I toyed my fingers gently in
the other girl's cunt until I was suddenly rewarded with her sharp
exclamation, "Oh, oh, oh . . .  I'm coming . . .  this wicked man is too
much for me, Robin . . .  he's making me come too . . .  oh . . .  oh . . .
Ooh!

   Amidst her frenzied moans, I felt the dewy moisture from her slit seep
between her legs and spread warmly over my thighs.  She let out a sigh and
wriggled her bottom against me as my flitting fingers continued their work.
All this had its effect on my own private parts, and my penis was extended
its full ten inches, I am sure, its purple head projecting between the
young lady's legs.  With two pairs of delicate fingers wrapped around it, I
could no longer control myself, and a thick stream of spunk suddenly
hurtled from its tip.  I gasped as the intensity lessened, and successive
jets sent warm, sticky stuff oozing over their hands.

  
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