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wwmitty@aol.com (WW Mitty)
Juan Carlos, King of Spain
copyright 1997
[Feel free to re-post, review, etc. -- but for non-commercial purposes
only, and please give me credit. Feel free not to read if you are under
21. This story (and most others in this newsgroup, I suspect) is purely
fantasy and takes place in a world just like ours, except my penis is huge
and STDs are unknown. You're welcome to e-mail comments if they aren't too
savage. Finally, I know nothing about the sex lives of Spanish royalty.]
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Juan Carlos, King of Spain
by Walter Mitty
wwmitty@aol.com
Part 1
Serrafina and I have been happily married for several years, and the
love-making is good if not mind-blowing. As you can probably guess from my
name, my wife says I am prone to fantasize excessively; I prefer to say
that I have a "rich inner life." Indeed, Serrafina doesn't have any idea
how many times she's been ravished by the King of Spain while she plays the
Queen of the Gypsies. When I enter her she cries out "Mitty, oh Mitty!" --
Walter being the unsexiest of names and long since banished from the
bedroom -- but I hear "Juan Carlos, oh Juan Carlos!" Forgive me my silly
pleasures.
As I said, I enjoy our love-making, but it is circumscribed by two
serious limitations; first, my wife simply will not learn to speak Greek;
and second, she has long been unwilling to indulge my fantasy of having a
harem, which would be so easily satisfied by simply bringing another woman
into our bed. I have it in my head that all the Kings of Spain have been
proud adulterers, and who is Jessica to deny royalty after all? But it is
the case that I have not pressed the issue too hard -- I would not tolerate
a man in our bed, after all.
Let me tell you about Serrafina, my beautiful gypsy, before we go any
farther. Her eyes are wild and dark, her skin is buttery, and she laughs
when she climaxes. Her breasts are soft gypsy hillocks which she hides
underneath baggy and modest clothes, so that only I know that her nipples
are tawny thimbles that hum when I kiss them. Her sex smells as sweetly as
the morning and tastes even better and when I have strained my tongue and
pushed it into her as deeply as I can she will sometimes whisper
"motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker....."
Not long ago my wife's college friend -- call her Isabella -- came to
our home for the week. She had recently quit her big city job and wanted to
unwind with old friends, as she put it. Serrafina knew that I had mixed
feeling about Isabella. On the one hand, she was irresponsible and
represented Serra's wild college past, about which I knew very little. The
combination of Isabella and Serrafina sometimes brought out the prude in
me. Is it just me, or does it seem that all men in these situations know
both less and more about their wives' sex lives than they would like? On
the other hand, Isabella was sexy and busty and enjoyed provoking me with
an flash of breast (accidental?) from beneath her morning robe. Truth be
told, Juan Carlos had ridden Isabella around the room more than once in his
mind.
Late one night, after two bottles of Merlot, Isabella said "I'll be
right back," and slipped out of the den. Serra and I were in the habit of
sitting up late, just talking and relaxing, and Isabella had quickly taken
to our ways.
A few moments later she returned with a joint and a lighter. I tensed
up.
"What's that?" I asked, all prude, no King.
"Of course it's a joint, silly. Don't tell me you've never been high,"
Isabella responded.
I had, and I said so. But college pot-smoking had been so long ago and
I felt so much more conservative now.
Serra spoke up. "I'll smoke with you."
"Atta girl," said Isabella, and promptly fired up. Several minutes
later, we were all extravagantly high. You didn't think that I'd sit and
watch two beautiful women light up without me, did you? And naturally, our
talk turned to sex. Isabella began ribbing me about Serrafina.
"You know, don't you Mitty, that Serra was quite a wild one at the U. I
could tell you all about it." Serra blushed and giggled. The two were
sitting awfully close on our couch, and I began to wonder if they had a
history. Serra had confessed to the occasional lesbian fantasy, which
thrilled me, but I was almost certain that she had never indulged.
"No, Mitty, I've never fucked your wife," said Isabella, as if reading
my mind. "No Mitty, I'm not reading your mind," she said, apparently
reading my mind again, "it's just that a mouse seems to have crawled into
your pocket." It was true, and I could only laugh and take another pull on
the joint in response.
"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done with Serra, Mitty?" asked
Isabella, and I held my smoke while contemplating a response. What sort of
question is that to ask a King, I thought to myself, and fantasized about
taking out my royal sceptre and...
"He's drifting away," said Serra. "You have to watch him or he'll be
off in fantasyland in no time."
Isabella knew that I would never answer her such an open-ended
question, so she began a laundry list to which I nodded in the affirmative:
blowjobs, light bondage, whipped cream, etc.
"Have you ever fucked your wife in the ass?" This brought me up short,
and I looked at Serra, who laughed and said, "No way. My gate only swings
one way! But I bet he'd bugger you if you'd let him," and giggled at the
thought of it.
Isabella looked me in the eye and asked me directly, "Walter, have you
ever had another woman in your bed?" This I answered instantly and
truthfully. No, I had never cheated on my wife.
The room was quiet, and crackled with sexual tension. It was one of
those moments where anything could happen and that anything could be very
right or very wrong.
"Mitty, why don't you go to the kitchen and refresh my wine," asked
Isabella. This I did with alacrity. The King of Spain was happy to flee
from his subjects for the time being, having been inflicted with an
unpleasant case of royal nerves. As I stood in the kitchen, I could hear
Serra and Isabella whispering and giggling, and after several minutes I
returned. Serra was smiling, but nervous, and her voice shook as she said,
"Sit down between us Mitty."
I placed myself on the couch between these two beautiful women, and
each held one of my hands. I was perspiring, and was a bit embarassed by my
sweaty palms, but they seemed not to notice. "Okay," said Serra, "here's
the ground rules. You can have both of us in your bed tonight, but you
cannot put your sex into Isabella's -- that crosses a line I want uncrossed
for now." Did this mean that the royal sceptre would enter Isabella
elsewhere? I looked at her and in response she raised an eyebrow. She
leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "I've never spoken Greek, but I
pick up languages quickly."
We stood, and I moved on wobbly knees into the bedroom. Tonight the
King of Spain would have his harem.......
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Juan Carlos,
King of Spain
by Walter Mitty
ww mitty@aol.com
Part 2
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 sceptre. 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 close-eyed 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 a 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 towelled 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 embarassment, 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 suprise 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 revery, I placed my face next to my wive's and we
took turns licking and kissing between the legs of Isabella. Her juices
were flowing freely, and I marvelled 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....."
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Juan Carlos, King of Spain
by Walter Mitty
wwmitty@aol.com
Part 3
I grabbed my member and moved toward the bed, a little quickly; I was
nervous again. Isabella looked at me over her shoulder, and smiled. My
wife's come was all over her face, and I moved to lick it off for her. The
three of us lay together on the bed. Each of us had had at least one
climax, and were ready to move on to the best part of the evening -- that
time in a love-making session when the desperate desire to get off has
come and gone for the time being, and all that lies ahead can be savored.
Serrafina propped herself on one shoulder as I indolently nuzzled
Isabella's neck, and said, "Mitty, if you're going to penetrate another
woman, you have to let me set the pace. That goes for you, too, Isabella.
Agreed?" We both nodded. I could see that Serra was torn between
apprehension for watching her husband enter another woman and desire to
explore new facets of our sexuality. I kissed her on the mouth and said,
"This is your call now."
Allow me to be more honest with the reader than I was with my wife.
When I told Serra that what happened next was up to her, I tried to sound
blase as possible. In my secret heart, though, all I could think about was
entering the beautiful Isabella, and therefore was sending the strongest
possible "please please please let me enter her" brainwaves to my wife. As
everyone knows, this sort of brainwave is the stuff only of children's
tales; let it be said that Serrafina knew exactly what I wanted by the
hardness of my sex and the eagerness on my face.
Serrafina kissed Isabella and said, "lie flat on your stomach. We'll
massage you and relax you so my husband can fuck you in the ass." I was
startled and aroused by Serra's language, but knew that it served two
purposes: first, it turned all of us on that Serra would make explicit
the taboo act, and second, it reminded me -- in case I had forgotten --
that Isabella's sex was absolutely off limits for now.
As I straddled Isabella, Serra leaned over and reached into the drawer
of our night stand to pull out a bottle of massage oil. She poured a
small amount on Isabella's back, and was rewarded with a quiet sigh of
pleasure. I gently massaged the oil into her back, warming her skin.
Isabella's skin is very tan, much darker than mine, and I was aroused by
the contrast of my light hands on her olive shoulders. Slowly I moved my
hands lower and lower on her back, and she began to squirm and moan
quietly.
I, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, rubbed the scented potion into the skin
of the captive princess. I moved no lower than the small of her back; is
it not unseemly for a King to be hasty with his captive? Better to draw
out the pleasure, both for my sake and hers. Besides, a King who is
careless with his captive will reveal himself in the one way a King
should never be revealed: he will let his captive see that he has lost
control and thus ceded power.......
"Honey, are you with us?" said Serra. "You've got that look again. If
you can't stay focused when you're about to sodomize a woman while your
wife assists you, I don't know, maybe you just smoked too much tonight."
I looked Serrafina in the eye. I screwed up my courage. I opened my
mouth. This is what I said:
"Tonight I am Juan Carlos, King of Spain. Tonight I rule with the
scepter you see before you."
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Juan Carlos, King of Spain
by Walter Mitty
wwmitty@aol.com
Parts 1-3
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