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From: wwmitty@aol.com (WW Mitty)
Subject: STORY: pt.2/5 Juan Carlos, King of Spain, by W Mitty

"Juan Carlos, King of Spain," by Walter Mitty
part 2 of 5
ww mitty@aol.com
copyright 1997

 ** explicit scenes: do not read if you are not
    of age in your jurisdiction **





We stood, and I moved on wobbly knees into the 
bedroom. Tonight the King of Spain would have his 
harem.......


PART 2 OF 5

As I followed Serrafina and Isabella into the bedroom, 
my mind raced with anxieties -- could I satisfy two 
women? would I perform up to Isabella's jaded 
expectations? would Serra be jealous watching me 
take another woman into our bed? I pushed these fears 
aside, and asked myself, who am I tonight? Tonight I am 
Juan Carlos, King of Spain, and a King must rule his 
subjects with a firm hand and a firm scepter. It would 
never do to show weakness to one's harem.

I snapped back to reality when Isabella turned to me 
and said, "I'm hot. Let's shower." The three of us 
moved into the bathroom. Isabella quickly lifted her 
dress over her head and released a beautiful set of 
buoyant tits. Just as quickly she shucked her panties 
and there she was, naked. Her body conformed to 
the stereotypical fifteen year old's fantasy -- enormous
breasts, thin waist, and curvaceous buttocks. 
Although I am thirty-five, I remember those adolescent 
fantasies well; indeed, I have never stopped having
them. Serra looked at me and grinned. As my wife, 
she knew I liked a bit of a strip tease, and slowly 
unbuttoned the top of her blouse.

I, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, sat on my throne 
and watched this poor, trembling gypsy girl present 
herself to me. The shirt came open. Was that a
hint of nipple? Was the gypsy girl afraid of what 
her master would do to her later in the
evening, or was she afraid of what her master 
would do to a different subject and how much her 
master might like it? Come now gypsy girl, off with the
blouse. The gypsy girl warmed to her subject, and 
peeled down slowly to bra and panties. Come now, 
gypsy girl, off with the bra. Smiling, the gypsy girl
then slowly turned around and bent to touch her toes. 
Her black panties cleft two ripe peaches, and she 
reached back to pull the panties slowly over her
backside. The King applauded, the court huzzahed, 
the jester laughed, and ---

"Honey, are you paying attention?" said Serra. 
She turned to Isabella and said, "Thank god you're 
focused." Isabella in response reached out and placed
her hand gently on Serra's breast. If you have ever 
had the good fortune to see a beautiful women 
engage in her first sapphic caress, you will understand
why I thought I saw a bolt of electricity leap from 
finger to nipple, and you will also understand why I 
began to undress quickly. Serra leaned forward
and, with that dreamy closed-eye expression I knew 
so well from our own love-making, placed her mouth 
on Isabella's. I use the awkward phrase "placed
her mouth" because they did not properly kiss; when 
their lips touched, they dissolved in a fit of nervous 
giggles. We were still very stoned, and I was
relieved to learn that I was not alone with my anxieties.

"Let's get the dreamer out of his clothes," said Serra. 
The two turned to me and slowly pulled off my pants. 
Isabella then lifted my boxers past my erection
and gasped -- I am not a small man, and this may 
not have occurred to her when she hinted that I could 
take her from behind.

There we stood, all three naked, all three nervous, 
and all three very aroused. I kissed Serrafina fully 
on her mouth, and she returned with a slow
embrace. Isabella stepped into the shower and 
began to run the water. Our bodies pressed closely 
in the confined space of the shower stall, and Serra
washed us with a bar of soap, first Isabella, then 
myself. Isabella next washed Serra, who moaned 
quietly when Isabella's hand moved between her legs.
Once clean, we toweled off and stepped into the 
bedroom, hand in hand.

Please consider the scene. There I stood naked 
between Isabella, a pinup fantasy made flesh, 
and Serrafina, my beautiful and loving wife. My sex 
was so hard that the head had turned purple. 
Isabella whispered to me, "Kiss me."

Reader, I did. I took her in my arms and placed her 
on the bed while pressing my lips gently to hers. 
As Isabella's tongue slipped past my lips, Serra
climbed into bed next to us and pressed her body into 
ours. The room filled with the unique and wonderful 
aroma of expectant pussy, and my head reeled.

There was no etiquette. It was the first time any 
of us had been in bed with more than one person, 
and the first several minutes were spent frantically
groping, grasping, pulling, tweaking, and poking 
in our glorious madness. Isabella would take a hand 
from Serra's sex and grasp mine with it, pump
vigorously for a moment, and then place her 
fingers in Serra's mouth as I put my tongue in 
Isabella's ear and Serra pinched my nipple. To 
their surprise and my embarrassment, I came 
quickly and copiously, coating Isabella's stomach
as Serrafina gripped my member. We all laughed, 
startled, still addled by the wine and pot, and I sat 
back to watch my wife make love to another woman as I
recuperated.

Serrafina pushed Isabella onto her back, and with her 
tongue traced a line from Isabella's chin to her left nipple. 
Swirling her tongue around and around Isabella's aureole, 
she then nipped her skin as Isabella yelped in surprise 
and pleasure.

One of the things that has kept my love life 
with Serra fresh over many years: she loves to 
express herself verbally in bed. I realized that any
shyness she may have felt with Isabella had evaporated 
when she said, "I'm going to lick my husband's 
come off your stomach." Isabella moaned and
wriggled on the bed as Serra licked her stomach, 
lapping the last of my come out of her navel, and 
moved to kiss her squarely on the mouth. I could feel
my member stir again as I saw a thin strand of my 
come connect the women's tongues.

The gypsy girl kissed her way down the stomach 
of our captive princess, and I, Juan Carlos, 
King of Spain, moaned in approval. When the 
princess came to our palace, did she know she 
would be used in this manner? Did she suspect?
Did she come to our palace because she wanted 
to be used in such a fashion? I pondered these 
weighty matters as the gypsy girl placed her face 
between the captive's legs, and breathed into her 
nether hair. The captive moaned and writhed, 
and the gypsy girl moved her tongue lightly 
across the captive's lips before placing her 
mouth gently on her clit. The captive sat bolt
upright and said "aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh......" as 
the gypsy twirled her tongue around this most 
sensitive nub, and --

"Hey there Mitty, care to join me down here? 
You look lost," said Serra. Removed from my 
reverie, I placed my face next to my wife's and 
we took turns licking and kissing between the 
legs of Isabella. Her juices were flowing freely, 
and I marveled at the scent of another woman 
being rubbed onto my face. Serra must have 
had the same thought, because she turned her face
towards mine and licked Isabella's juice off my 
lips. Isabella forcefully grabbed my hair and 
pulled my mouth back to her clit. As I licked 
ever more quickly, Serra quietly slipped a 
finger into Isabella's sex and sent her immediately 
into orgasm. Isabella bucked as I struggled to 
keep my mouth on her clit and Serra probed 
her with her index finger. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh
fuck......" moaned Isabella and she rode the 
wave of her climax as long as she could, then 
collapsed back into the bed, for the moment lifeless.   

As she recovered, my wife moved onto the 
bed on her back, and Isabella and I
gave her the same treatment that our guest had 
received minutes before. I grew thirsty, and 
went to the bathroom for a drink of water. When 
I returned, here is the tableau which greeted me: 
Serra, my wife, on her back, legs raised above 
her head, moaning and thrashing and coming, while 
Isabella licked and fingered her glistening sex. 
Isabella was on the bed, kneeling between Serra's 
legs, with her face low to lick Serra's pussy and her
buttocks high in the air. Serra opened her eyes 
and must have seen me staring at Isabella's globes, 
because she grinned and said, "I think it's time for
that Greek lesson....."

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3 OF 

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