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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 TEN

   BUT ONLY A MAN

   If the pair had been part of the hundred naked woman that had so
recently engulfed me, they were certainly the best of the lot.  Their looks
of youthful innocence were belied by the lascivious glances they gave my
high-standing cock.

   Dr.  Jake eyed my throbbing tool and chuckled.  "You are still my
prisoner, of course--at least for a while longer--but I don't believe
chains will be necessary.  The queen's lovely handmaidens will be your
jailers and will see to all your needs."

   He left, and one of the pair immediately sank down to straddle my
thighs. Settling back on her knees, her eyes widened as she tugged my cock
out to its full length, and she gave it a warm pat with the palm of her
hand.  Bending forward, she touched the end of her tongue to its tip and
delicately reamed the tiny slit.

   My cock leaped, and she grabbed my balls, kneading them gently while she
pulled downward to hold the shaft in place.

   Her companion pressed her naked body to mine and kissed me harshly with
an open mouth.  With one hand pressed to her budding breasts and the other
on her bottom, I held her to me while our tongues played together.

   All in all, I could think of no more humane way to treat a prisoner.

   Nonetheless, I had to at least consider escaping.  I was close, so very
close, to my objective . . .  but my thoughts became muddled as by prick
began to surge and thicken.  With thrills of lust running up and down my
spine, I was as powerless to escape as if I had been shackled hand and
foot.

   The girls looked so innocent . . .  so youthful and virginal . . .  but
their manipulations so expert that I guessed they must have been raised on
a steady diet of sex since their earliest years.  I later found my
assumption to be true.  With sex practiced openly and often by their
elders, the village children played together freely, learning to make love
with the same youthful intensity that civilized children played cops and
robbers.

   Most girls dropped their first child in their teens.  The constant
production of children was a necessity, because they were continually at
war with the neighboring tribes.  Over-population wasn't a problem; the
excess was simply eaten by their enemies.

   My resistance faded, and I leaned back, sucking the tits and pinching
the bottom of one of my lovely guards while the other's head bobbed up and
down between my legs, licking my ruddy pole like it was a lollipop.

   I know the ease with which I submitted to my situation would appear to
some as a lack of resolve.  But who would have done otherwise?  Would a
more resolute man have completely ignored the two naked girls, their fine
bottoms and cunts so attractively exposed to the gaze, and pushed them
aside to go running headstrong into a dark and uncharted jungle full of the
most wild and bloodthirsty beasts known to mankind without even a weapon to
defend himself?

   I think not.

   So I put my fate in the hands of my jailers and shut my eyes, my prick
stretching to tremendous proportions as I savored the teasing touch of a
warm, wet tongue along its long length.  My anticipation grew, and I was
already imagining it plowing recklessly through their delicate internal
membranes.

   The girl at my lips repositioned herself, giving me a tempting peek at a
shapely bottom that just begged for a good butt-fucking, and pushed me back
to a full reclining position so she could settle with her cunt over my
lips.

   I sighed with pleasure and slithered my tongue into her crack.  Her
silken cunt curls tickled my nose, and I inhaled sharply, drawing in a deep
breath of her raw, feminine odor.  I shuddered, overpowered by the arousing
aroma, and licked her clean of the salty perspiration that surrounded her
puffy cunny.

   I could not help but chuckle, wondering if any prisoner had ever been in
a more curious position than I.  While the ass of one of my guards bobbed
over my prick, the other was wiggling her cunt in my mouth.  I could not
have asked for a better prize had I won, rather than lost, my encounter
with the natives.

   With my prick surging in and out of one girl's tight little quim, I
clutched the other's bottom and munched on her cunt like it was a tasty
sandwich.  We huffed and puffed together as our randiness increased in
unison.

   The alert pair quickly realized from my impassioned groans that I was
approaching the limits of my endurance.  The girl straddling my thighs
turned the pressure up a notch.  Her hips began churning sensuously, adding
an enchanting grind to the up and down stroking motion of her clasping slit
as she worked my upstanding pole.

   Liquid warmth bathed my cock from its throbbing head to the swell of my
balls.  The shaft strained, ready to burst at any moment.

   The stroking pussy lips maintained a steady pace, expertly holding me
right on the edge of ecstasy.

   My balls ached to release their hot charge.  In a frenzy of passion, I
drove my tongue deep into the narrow notch at my face and tickled the
delicate membranes as I licked away the delicate feminine juices.

   Then I hit the swollen nubbin of her clit.

   She gave a cry of pleasure, and her thighs shuddered around my face.

   Responding to her partner's orgiastic fury, the girl behind her twisted
her cunt tightly around my stout pole.  Her slick cunt gripped my tool with
such delicate pressure, just tight enough along its full length to keep it
constantly excited, that my excitement fairly exceeded the limits of
bearability before it broke.

   And then, the explosion came--a steamy charge of heat running the length
of my prick to erupt within her close confines.  Spasms immediately rocked
her body, too, and the three of us convulsed and creamed rhythmically
together, the female bodies clutching and clasping and adding their own
fine spray to the flood of my potent juices.

   The girls squealed with excitement, and I added my own grunts of passion
from around a mouthful of cunt.  "Fuck!" I muttered encouragingly.  "Fuck
you heathen bitches!"

   Understanding my language only by its intensity, they lurched
frantically, their flesh flowing over and around me, smothering me with
lascivious fervor.  Cunt juice from one gurgled in my throat while my spunk
sizzled in the other's belly.

   "Take that!" I shouted, thrusting upward and burying my cock to the root
in warm cunt.  "Drown in my hot lovejuice!"

   Finally, my prick dropped out and the two girls fell away from me in
exhaustion.  One lay on each side, their legs drawn up and their twats
cooling in the tropical heat.  One was unsoiled, while the other was adrip
with creamy-white sperm.

   "Both of you girls have done a commendable job," I told them while they
watched me with mischievous grins, "at sapping my energy and rendering me
incapable of escape.  Such dedication to duty must not go unrewarded."

   The girls didn't understand a word I was saying, but they well
comprehended the randiness of my actions.  I rolled over on the floor and
positioned my head over the cunt of the dark beauty whose pussy was still
oozing with my cum.  She giggled as I separated the lips of her pink little
cunny with my fingers and eyed the icky remains of my deposit.

   I tickled her with my tongue and began lapping up the flavorful
discharge.  My tongue separated her fleshy labia, darting deep inside her.
I finished up by wrapping my lips around the quivering knob of her clit and
sucking it in.

   While I sucked and licked and nibbled on the tender love button, I
groped blindly for the other girl's cunt with my fingers and prepared her
for her turn.  When one started panting in the throes of orgasm, I turned
my full attention to the other and quickly had her, too, climbing the walls
of ecstasy.  This went on for a long while, moving from girl to girl,
returning the pleasure they had given me many times over.

   I finally lay back with my cock in a position of half-mast readiness,
needing only a stroke or two or a shot of excitement to bring it back to
full flower.  Perspiration drenched my companion's black bodies, as it did
mine, and they chattered unintelligibly, their pleased grins telling me
more than their words.

   One of the girls produced a shallow bowl filled with a heady liquid.  I
pushed it away after a sampling sip, remembering Juanita's story of the
cause of her husband's downfall.  But the girls persisted, dripping the
sweet-tasting liquor onto their own bodies and enticing me to lick in away.

   Finally, one tipped up her cunt and filled it with the wine.  I relented
and sucked the tasty fluid from her dainty hole.  The liquor had
aphrodisiac qualities as well as alcoholic, and after barely a cuntful, my
cock was standing hard again.

   Then they brought out the pipes.

   Unable to resist their enticements, I faded into a drugged, alcoholic
haze with a perpetual smile and an insatiable hard-on. 
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