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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 ELEVEN

   PAGAN HOSPITALITY

   The dividing line between dream and reality became blurred.  Far from
numbing my senses, the aphrodisiac wine and the cloying, smoky fragrance
that filled the hut soon had every pleasure point in my body throbbing with
anticipation.  Then, a vision of loveliness materialized out of the druggy
mist.

   I gasped in horror, recognizing the apparition, and the girl who was
fucking me at the time let my prick drop from her gaping pussy and rolled
off my belly.  The others faded from my consciousness and it was only the
black goddess and myself.

   The drug clouds wafted around her soft smile; shimmering strands of gold
clasped her bounteous tits, forming concentric circles around shiny-black
nipples that stood out like fat little fingers; jewels woven into her cunt
curls sparkled as she moved. . . .  Scheherazade could not have been more
beautiful . . .  or enticing...

   The goddess dropped to her knees between my legs as she had earlier and
began bathing my balls--once again cleaning away the spent sperm and dried
juices of lessor women's cunts.  My cock responded to her delicate touch,
betraying me--stretching high in a purple-tipped erection.

   The cleansing was a ritual, the witch doctor had said, the preliminary
to a hospitality fuck.  And his wife seemed intent on being as hospitable
as possible.

   I could only hope that this was only a dream, because I was going to
fuck this beautiful woman forthwith.  If I lost my cock as a consequence,
sobeit!  At least I would have the honor of saying I'd fucked the most
desirable woman in the whole world.

   She held out her arms and the girls were immediately at her side,
removing her jewelry and preparing her.  Then I remembered they were her
servants, and not her husband's.  I could only hope that they were loyal to
her, not him, and that the woman didn't share her husband's enthusiasm for
castrating her lovers after a single encounter.

   Scheherazade came again to mind, and her Arabian Nights subterfuge. 
Perhaps, if I could be a good lover, arousing the queen with breathtaking
skill, she might extend my stay for another night or two--I only needed a
few before escaping with the idol to catch the riverboat on its return
trip.

   I stiffened with resolve and my prick stretched straight upward as I
watched the two handmaidens ease their queen into a supine position.  One
thrust a cushion under her cheeks to position her pussy prominently. 
Luscious dark thighs framed the bold splash of her furry mount.

   Each grasping an ankle, the girls spread her legs apart.  M'yana's
thick, dark muff parted, and a moist pinkness gleamed enticingly from the
slit in her dark flesh.  She had probably been diddling herself in the
shadows while watching the two maidens and myself fucking, and she was
already juicy with anticipation.

   It was my turn, now, and the nubile maidens guided me, with their cunts
rubbing against my thighs, into position between their mistress's legs.  My
prick waved in the air, ready to do my bidding.

   M'yana seemed pleased.  Excitement showed in her eyes as she rubbed her
quim slowly, spreading it enticingly and outlining my target with her
fingers.  She reached up toward me and opened wide her lascivious thighs.

   All thoughts of slowly building her anticipation like a skilled Lothario
immediately fled my mind.  I simply wanted to bury my prick inside that
beautiful cunt and fuck her ass off!

   I grasped my pole and dropped to my knees between her legs.  It was
steely hard and seemed longer and thicker than ever.  I threaded the head
through her cunt lips and slowly eased its full length into her.

   She was tight and narrow, but slick inside, and accepted me easily. 
When our bellies pressed together, I released the breath I had been holding
and rested for a moment across her body, savoring her cushiony splendor . .
.  her soft cunt mound . . .  the pillowing firmness of her breasts . . .
the hard cones of her nipples...

   "Zogli," she whispered, twining her fingers behind my neck and pulling
my lips to hers.  Her breath was warm and exciting and had a honeyed
flavor. "Zogli..."

   She expected a godlike performance from me, and I didn't want to
disappoint her.  I pulled my lips from hers and took one look at the
polished, dark-hued flesh of her engorged nipples before sucking their
ripeness into my mouth.

   God, she was a voluptuous woman--the sexiest I'd ever had--truly regal,
both inside and out.  Fucking a queen for the first time in my life, I
began slowly pumping my prick in her dripping cleft, thrilling to the slick
friction of her clasping pussy walls around my cock.

   She muttered, the words unintelligible, but the meaning universal. 
"Shove it to me," she seemed to be saying, "harder!  Harder!  Full me with
your cock!  Come in me.  Come!"

   Her insides were like a boiling cauldron, making me feel more like a
devil than a god.  Crazed with lust, I rubbed my chest roughly against her
naked bosom and thrust into her.  Hard.

   I, too, began to mutter obscenities that were unseemly for a clergyman,
content in the knowledge no one but the good Lord himself could understand
me --a forgiving Lord who was already familiar with the purity of my
overpowering lust.

   "All right, you lovely black bitch!  I'll give you the ride of your
life! I'll fuck you to hell and back--and then some!"

   M'yana gurgled with delight as my balls slapped against her upturned
buttocks.  "Fuk!" she shouted.  "Fuk M'yana!  Fuk M'yana gud!"

   Responding to her broken English, I grasped her firm bottom and pulled
it toward me as I stuffed her full of my iron-hard thickness.  "Okay, you
little whore --you asked for it!  I'm going to ram my cock so far up your
slippery cunt you'll think you ate it for dinner." I backed my words with
hard thrusts that had her ass skidding across the hut's dirt floor.

   M'yana laughed and giggled excitedly.  Her legs tightened around my
buttocks and she wriggled her crotch against mine, her cunt bucking and
churning and maximizing the stimulating effect of each powerful thrust. 
"Mo'!" she shouted.  "Mo' gud!  Fuk M'yana mo' gud!"

   Her companions responded to her pleas, slapping my ass to encourage my
efforts.  A pair of hands reached between my legs to squeeze my balls--as
if to remind me of the prize at stake.  I drove forward with all the force
I could muster.  Someone's finger slipped between my ass cheeks and pressed
into my anus.

   I rammed into her, and my sperm began to flood her in powerful spurts.
With arms outstretched, she clawed frantically at the dirt floor as she
responded with an intense orgasm of her own.  I felt teeth in my shoulder
and a sharp nip at my earlobe.  The two handmaidens rubbed their twats
against me, bringing themselves off in any way they could so as to join
their mistress in her rapture.  M'yana's hot cunt tightened rhythmically
against my cock, encouraging the stream of juices that had begun to
overflow her honey pot and run down between her legs to form a muddy pool
on the floor of the hut.

   Exhausted by my feeble attempt at superhuman greatness, I fell on my
back to the floor and female flesh immediately engulfed me.  I faded into a
sensual oblivion . . .  too much sex . . .  alcohol . . .  drugs . . .  and
lips again encircling by prick . . .  cleaning it . . .  coaxing it again
to hardness. . . . 
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