Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. 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 SEVEN I REDEEM MYSELF The three of us settled back in exhaustion as our individual passions subsided. Cynthia stared curiously at her hand, adrip with the creamy discharge of my own orgasm. "So that's how it all works. What a disappointment! I had hoped that you would do this inside me--that is how it's supposed to work, isn't it?" I withdrew my hand from Robin's cunt and sniffed it, reveling momentarily in the pure scent of her femininity, then used the hand to push Cynthia's spunk-soppy fist to her mouth. She licked at the cream, thought for a moment, then cried, "My, it's really quite tasty. Robin! You must try it!" "That's right, girls. You mustn't waste a single drop." I eased the girl's luscious bottom off my lap and set her standing beside her friend. They both stared at me, waiting for whatever was next, one seemingly as innocent as the other despite her claims of experience. I reached down and grasped the head of my cock to pull its length up over my belly and expose my balls. "See here, girls, I have saved something for your other ends. There is quite enough here to last the afternoon, I am sure." They gaped in wonder, silently considering the fucking they were about to receive, while I massaged my cock into renewed hardness and allowed myself a comparison of their lovely bodies. Cynthia's boobs weren't as big as Robin's, although they had a firmer, more tempting shape; Robin's belly was broader and more cushiony; both had shapely thighs, Robin's being longer because she was slightly taller; and from what I could see of Robin's ass, it was a bit fleshier than the delectable bottomcheeks of Cynthia whose imprint was still red in my lap. I looked more closely, comparing their cunts. There, they were very much different. Cynthia's was invisible in her present position, cloaked by a thick mass of curls that hugged her crotch tightly, while Robin's was more thinly veiled, with no hair at all to spoil the view of her well-defined lips. "Well, what do you think?" Robin spit out nastily. "Do we compare well with the prostitutes you have fucked?" "Very well, indeed," I replied. "Either of you could earn your living quite nicely on the streets--although Cynthia looks to have the tighter pussy and would command the higher price." Cynthia tittered. "I guess he put you in your place, Robin dear. Now, enough talking; if we don't get on with it, it'll be time for dinner and there'll be no fucking at all!" Cynthia tugged on my staff and fitted her lovely body to mine. "And if you do a really good job," she said, "we'll let you join us later in the things women like to do best." I responded by squeezing her youthful bottom, then wrapped an arm around each girl's slender waist and urged them gently toward the beds. "Now, if you girls will just position yourselves next to each other across the lower bunk with your bottoms on the edge and your legs outstretched . . . that's it . . . spread your thighs just a little more, ladies--ahh, at last we get to see Cynthia's pretty little cunny--what an attractively shaped opening! In fact, yes, the good Lord has bestowed fine cunts on both of you." I gave my drooling shaft a couple of hard strokes and moved closer. "I will fuck each of you in turn--Cynthia first, because she is eager for the experience, and you, Robin, last, since you are simply submitting to avoid the unpleasantness of rape." Having explained my intentions, there was no further need for words. I bent between Cynthia's legs. Her pretty little cunt was ripe for the taking, a glistening line of moisture tracing the juncture where the delicate lips had swollen and pulled apart. I poked a finger in all the way, sampling her warm wetness and assuring myself her virgin quim was ready for the splitting force of my hard cock. That being evident, I positioned the purple dome of my cockhead to the center of her split and made a sudden lunge, using the weight of my heavy ass to penetrate her fully at once. She let out a sharp cry of surprise, then her body settled, finding the intrusion bearable. Remarkably, she didn't split, although her sheath clutched my prick so tightly that for a moment I felt I was snared for good. But nature took its course, and as I began stroking, a steady stream of juices oozed forth to bath our union and fuel our delight. "Oh look, Robin!" the girl gasped. "See how he fills me . . . I am being plundered from end to end!" The hard knob of my cock pushed relentlessly through her tender folds. Time after time, I buried every inch of my hardness deep in her belly, fucking her thoroughly as I stole every trace of her virginity that still remained. With the rise of her passion, she began squirming around my ravaging pole and wriggling the hard buds of her breasts against my sweaty chest. I rode her hard, but in a gentlemanly fashion, until the clinging tightness of her cunt got the better of me. I turned, I am afraid, into a lust-crazed animal bent only on satisfying my own desires. The entire boat seemed to rock as I rammed furiously into her, over and over, gasping her hips tightly to hold her in place. But for the loud banging and wheezing of the engine, her cries and screams would have brought rescuers running. Just as I thought I could stand it no more, something broke within me and my hot, thick juices began to gush into her opening. "There!" I panted. "I have done it! I have fucked you good and proper, the way it was meant to be!" She whimpered and twisted beneath me, her tight cunt still sucking on my prick as its potency diminished. I had no idea whether she, too, had scaled the heights of passion and reached the pinnacle with me. It had been a dastardly performance, one for which I should have been thoroughly ashamed if I had not been so totally satiated. "I hope you are satisfied now!" Robin said scornfully. "You beastly man! How grotesque you looked, Cynthia, lying there with him humping between your thighs, bent only upon his own pleasure." The other girl just lay there in a trancelike state. "I don't believe I've ever been more thoroughly delighted," she murmured. Robin groaned. "Oh, well. I guess now I must steel myself for the same barbaric treatment." I grunted, thoroughly irritated by the complainer's apathy, and slapped her thighs apart. While I jacked my cock again into a fucking posture, I scooped up a handful of semen and juices from Cynthia's quim and rubbed it between Robin's lips, adding it to her own natural secretions. She sighed with resignation, her cunt as lifeless as a dishrag, and watched the gleaming spike of my manhood ply her tender folds, masturbating within her. It began as a ritual fuck, an unsavory experience best executed quickly for both our sakes. But one cannot defy the laws of nature forever, and her breath shortened perceptively as the smooth friction continued with interminable persistence. "Ah," I chuckled, "so there is some life in the iron maiden after all." She gasped a timid response, something about being a human being and her body simply reacting normally to distasteful distress. Which, of course, was all the incentive I needed--a normally reacting woman--to put steel in my prick and fire in my soul. Reaching out, I squeezed her tits and made her nipples hard while I began working her depths with the masterful technique I was noted for that kept the ladies returning to my bed time after time. I alternated my strokes: short, long, hard, soft--each one a delightful surprise, while I twisted and churned my prick to rub its hard head along her sensitive cunt walls in a constantly changing manner. My hairy groin mashed against her clit, rubbing mercilessly. She responded with quick starts and gasps, and suddenly lost complete control of herself as a spasm shook her body. One, two, and then, a third orgasm rocked her frail frame before I finally dumped by load into her. "You see, Robin dear, a cock isn't such a bad thing after all, is it? Once a girl dispenses with her modesty, I suspect all sorts of pleasures await her." Cynthia turned to me. "Now, sir, for your reward. If you'll lower yourself to the floor, I'll let you suck my naked little cunt." Robin tittered, loosening up at last. "Really, Cynthia! You are a naughty little bitch, aren't you!" I smiled, thankful that was indeed the case. Lying on my back on the rattan mat that covered the deck, I looked upwards as Cynthia stepped over me, giving me an unspoiled view of her pretty gash. She giggled obscenely and lowered her cunt toward the target I had made of my tongue. My tongue slithered around her cunt lips, then poked into the crack and released a flood of moisture that included the remnants of my own juices. I licked and sucked and cleaned her pretty cunny down to the bare skin, stealing away her feminine secretions as fast as she could produce them. Clutching her bottomcheeks, I pulled her crotch to me while I munched on it as if it were a tasty sandwich, her thick curls teasing my nose like crisp strands of lettuce. Somewhere behind her, a pair of lips had encircled the waving flagpole of my engorged cock. Cynthia's thighs shuddered in the sudden throes of orgasm, and a moment later she rolled away in exhaustion. Taking her place, Robin twisted around into the classic soixante-neuf position, and I licked heartily at her snatch while she sucked on my meaty pole. I'll give the Lesbian credit, she certainly knew how to use her mouth. Twice more she made me come, drenching me with her own juices as she matched me orgasm for orgasm. "Listen!" I finally said, completely exhausted by the Lesbian pair. "Isn't that the dinner bell? What a pity they won't hold the meal for us. . . . " ___________________________________________________________________________ ___________________ Chapter Eight at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/paganprincess/chapter08.txt Index at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/paganprincess/index.txt Your comments are appreciated. Contact the author at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/www/contact.html