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Ireland Adventure (M-f+, ped)
Original story by Aaron Hall
Edited and expanded by The One and Only TDS!!
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Chapter 1/So Let Us Begin At The Beginning, Since It Seems To Work...
One hot summer day in the summer of 1996, Don Galway and his wife Judy
landed at Shannon Airport in Dublin, Ireland. For Don, it had been a
lifelong dream to visit Ireland. He was Irish, and had always wanted
to visit. Judy was just happy to get away from their daily routine
back home in America. They both enjoyed their lives, even though their
lives were somewhat boring.
Don worked at a bank as a loan officer, processing papers all day
long. Judy was a part time clerk at the local retail store, and
sometimes volunteered at the nursing home in their neighborhood.
Excitement to them was going to the late show, then straight home to
bed.
Don and Judy had been married for almost ten years, but were still
without children. They had talked about having them before, but both
were so busy with their own lives, that they knew they couldn't
spend the time they should with a child. Or so Judy had pointed out.
When they arrived in Ireland, they boarded a shuttle to take them to
the castle where they were staying. The drive from Dublin to Kilkenny
was beautiful. Don looked in awe at the green rolling hills and
farmland. As they approached the castle, a strange cold feeling
overcame him. He looked around the shuttle to see if the other
passengers felt the same draft he did. None were reacting, so he
played it off on his imagination.
When they arrived at the castle, both of them sighed at its beauty. It
was bigger than Don ever imagined. He had read a little about it
before they made reservations, but it was better than any
advertisement could portray. As the drawbridge lowered and they drove
into the courtyard, Don wondered what it was like building it. His
imagination ran wild as he pictured himself living more than 350 years
before, being a knight and fighting for his king. But Don knew he
could never have done it.
"How easy we have it in our lives now," he thought.
Don and Judy were shown to their rooms, as were the other 14 couples
on the tour. After unpacking their bags, they went back
downstairs to where a guided tour was going to take place. When they
arrived, a petite Irish lady dressed like she was still in the 17th
century began to show them around the castle. Don found the tour
very intriguing, if not downright haunting.
As the group wondered the splendid halls of the castle, Don was
stunned at all the old paintings hanging on the wall. There were
several of an old man, obviously a king, dressed in his robe. On his
head was a crown of gold, with diamonds and gems sparkling as if they
were lighted. Next to most of the king's pictures were a painting
of a woman, who was wearing a matching robe, but with a more petite,
feminine crown.
"That must be the queen," Don thought to himself.
At the end of the hall, just above an extraordinary stone figure, was
a painting of a beautiful young girl. She was blonde, and had
green eyes that made Don feel as though she was watching him. As they
passed her picture, Don could sense the eyes following him, so he
moved closer to his wife.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked him.
Don mumbled, "Nothing, dear," to her as the group moved on.
Don stood six feet two inches tall and, for a 40 year old man, was in
good shape. He weighed about 215 pounds, not showing much of a paunch
around his waist but one was beginning to form if anybody focused a
closer look at him. He had cleanly cut dark hair and deep grey eyes,
which attracted Judy to him. For her part, Judy was two years
younger, about five seven, her figure solid but starting to show some
effects of aging, what with her 38c tits beginning to show a slight
sag. She looked a little more Irish of the two, but her hair was coal
black to match her deep grass green eyes.
The main difference between the two was in their sex life: Where Don
was more adventurous, even harboring fantasies that could get his
adult ass locked up in a vicious prison for life, Judy was downright
humdrum. To her, sex was not all that enjoyable, more of a chore to
get the hormones out of her body. In fact, even though they had talked
about kids, the very thought of her getting pregnant - the word seemed
a disease to her more than a joy - absolutely just scared the hell out
of her.
They instinctively moved closer to each other as the tour guide got
the group's attention.
The tour guide explained to them that the castle was built in 1599 by
King Joseph Kilkenny. He built the new castle for his daughter Amy,
who was born only months after its completion.
"This castle represents the least admirable time in history for our
country," explained the guide. She went on to tell them the story as
the tourists looked at the old pictures and furniture that had been
preserved for centuries.
"King Joseph's wife died during childbirth, forcing him to allow
nursemaids and servants to raise Amy. On her 15th birthday, the
king became very ill, and knew he would pass very soon. Before
he died, he put his nephew Sean in charge of Amy's care, making him
promise to take care of her, until she became queen. Amy could not
become queen and wear the crown until her sixteenth birthday, which
had been a standing law since history was recorded.
"And when receiving the crown, she had to be a virgin, pure in her
body and her soul. Sean promised the king he would look after her,
guarding her with his life till she could become queen and lead his
majesty's armies.
"Sean was the son of Neirbo, the king's forgotten brother. Neirbo had
been banished from the kingdom since King Joseph was crowned. Neirbo
believed he deserved the crown more than his brother, due to the
magical powers he had obtained from a local cleric. When he was denied
control of the kingdom, he became enraged, using his magic to reap
havoc and harm on the citizens of Kilkenny. The king banished him
forever, telling him that magic should be used for good, not for evil.
"`Never should magic be used to destroy what we have worked ages to
build', the King said. Neirbo left, but not before obtaining the only
known detailed map of the castle.
"A month before Amy's 16th birthday, Neirbo used his magical powers
and knowledge of the castle to kidnap her, and take her back to his
own territory on the other side of the Dark Forest. The day before her
birthday, Neirbo and his military leaders gang raped Amy, taking
the one thing she must have to be queen, her virginity. The brutality
of the attack was so severe, that legend says some of the soldiers
even cried as they violated her.
Don went into a daze as he pictured the horrible attack upon the young
princess. As his mind wandered into the past, he could see the rape as
if it was happening right in front of his eyes.
He saw Princess Amy being stripped, then chained to a table for all
the men to see.
Neirbo was the first to penetrate her, taking Amy's virginity and
scarring her with incest. After his orgasm, each battalion leader took
his turn. The men numbered ten, each being more violent with her than
the prior.
Some of the generals would hit her, others would pull her hair out,
and some even fisted her young, tight vagina. The last man to
attack her pushed his penis deep into her ass, shooting his cum deep
inside. As one was raping her, the others would cheer him on, teasing
Amy and calling her names.
"When they were all finished, Neirbo ordered her beheaded. The murder
only added to the atrocity of his act, because once her body had been
violated, she could have never become queen. As his soldiers buried
her body deep in the Dark Forest, a messenger returned to Kilkenny
with nothing more than Amy's ravaged head.
"After the kingdom learned of Amy's death," the guide told them, "Sean
was crowned king, since he was the only remaining heir. Neirbo had
total control over Sean, and shortly thereafter came back to the
castle. Neirbo tore down the kingdom with his evil hand, using Sean's
authority to promote his own power. Before long, it was nothing but a
wasteland with nomads as its only inhabitants.
"It's said that the king's daughter came back to this castle after her
death, and is still here today," the guide told them. "Tourists as
well as workers have said they hear her calling for help."
Don and the rest of the group lowered their heads as he felt the cold
rush of air roll over him again.
"That is terrible," he thought to himself.
Chapter 2/There's Magic In The Water...
That evening, Don went downstairs as Judy got dressed for a late
dinner. It was dark outside, but the full moon made the path clear for
his walk. Don saw a small pond behind the castle, one that they
had not been shown during the tour earlier in the day.
He walked up to it, and picked up a rock from the sand. Don tossed the
rock in with a casual motion of his arm and as the water rippled, he
gazed on in delight at the beauty of his surroundings. He was about to
turn around and go back inside for dinner when he saw a vague
reflection that wasn't his own.
Startled, he turned around quickly to see who was behind him.
No one was there.
When he looked back at the water, he saw a face forming from the
tiny waves he had created.
As the face became more clear, Don rubbed his eyes to make sure he was
not seeing things.
As he looked on, he saw it was a beautiful young lady with long blonde
hair.
Even in the moving water he could see her green eyes looking right
back into his. Was he going crazy?
Was he so scared of the ghost story from earlier he was seeing things?
Don was horrified, but couldn't run away.
As he bent down to get a closer look, he noticed the girl was crying.
"Help me!", she told him.
Don leaned back a little and decided that he should return to the
castle. When he stood up, the girl's voice began to tremble, and she
screamed again, "HELP ME!!!"
Don could sense the fear in her voice, and wondered how he could
help her.
"Who are you?" He paused. "WHAT are you?" he asked, this time in fear.
"I'm Princess Amy Kilkenny," she replied in a distinctly Irish voice.
"I have been kidnaped by Neirbo and taken to a terrible place. They
are going to kill me, and take over my father's kingdom." Her voice
became a sob.
At this point Don knew he was going crazy, but he had to listen to
her. Everything was telling him to leave, but something was also
telling him to stay.
"Please help me! For God's sake, HELP ME!" she cried again. "I only
have a second before he returns!"
As Don stood speechless, staring at the young woman looking up at him,
she started to slowly fade away back into the water.
"Come into the pond. When you reach my world, my....time...you will be
in the land of Kilkenny" she said.
Don continued to listen as she pleaded with him to do what she said.
In all his years, he had never seen such a thing or heard such
distress in someone's voice. He thought about the tour of the castle
they had taken earlier. She resembled the girl in the painting that
"followed" him with her eyes.
"What was her name?" he thought. He paused, then his eyes widened.
"My God, it is YOU!" he finally said to her.
The girl smiled and told him, "Yes, it is I. Please help me, and save
our kingdom!"
Don decided he had been wanting some extra excitement in his life and
already he couldn't say "no" to the beautiful girl in the water.
He was mesmerized by her. But what could he do? He HAD to find out...
"What do I need to do?" he asked.
As Princess Amy's face faded to darkness, he could hear her saying,
"Go to the blacksmith. He will have a map for you. Follow it! Stay
out of the Dark Forest at ALL costs. No one has ever made it out of
there alive before. Be sure to get plenty of supplies, and a good
weapon. Tell him I sent you, and he will make you a sword."
Don shook his head okay, and removed everything from his pockets. "I'm
crazy as hell," he mumbled to himself. "But this is what I have always
wanted."
As he was about to get into the water, Amy told him one last thing. "I
must tell you, sir, if you don't make it out of my kingdom and time
alive, then you will never return home to yours."
Don again said "okay", and thought about what he was leaving. But the
thought of the adventure was too much, much more than his life, even
his wife. Even though he loved Judy, how could he even think of
refusing this chance?
When Princess Amy's vision had cleared, he quickly dove head first
into the shallow pond and disappeared beneath the water. Only
his wallet and the rest of the items in his pocket, still on shore,
gave evidence he was ever here.
Chapter 3/There's A Place For All Of Us...
Don was under the dark water only seconds when he returned to the
surface. As he came out of the pond, he looked around at the castle.
He could hear music playing in the distance, and felt like a fool.
"I can't believe I even did that. What was I thinking? I'm right back
where I started," he said to himself.
Don looked around again, and started walking back inside, when he
noticed a couple of soldiers coming out of the door. They were dressed
in nice uniforms, which he thought was part of "the act."
Don walked to the first soldier, and jokingly asked him, "What year is
it sire, if I may ask of you?"
The guard looked at his partner, then back at Don, not noticing his
lack of an accent.
"Why, 'tis 1615, of course," he replied in a deep brogue. "And it's
July, in case you wanted to ask that," the guard added with a smile.
Don, realizing this fantasy was actually real, was scared they
would think he was a spy. He mumbled a hasty "thank you", then
asked them where the blacksmith's shop was. He followed the directions
they gave him, and within minutes could hear the sound of pounding
steel.
As he approached the shop, he could see an old man pounding hot metal
into the shape of a sword. He walked up to the man with trepidation.
"Sir," he said quickly, "I know you will think I'm crazy, but Princess
Amy has sent me here."
The blacksmith, who was Don's height and size although much older than
he was, paused and turned to look at Don. Being afraid the blacksmith
would think he was crazy, Don lowered his head and started to leave.
"How can I get home? How do I get back?" he thought as he walked to
the door.
As he reached the door, the blacksmith called out to him confidently.
"Come here lad," he said with a soft brogue, smiling. "I can help
you!"
Don was relieved that he finally had a friend he could talk to. The
blacksmith offered him a drink, then had him sit down to listen to his
tale.
"My name is Gabriel, and I know why you're here and am glad you are! I
too saw dear Amy in the pond myself,"
Don smiled and asked the blacksmith why he didn't help her.
"These old bones won't let me make the long journey to save her, even
though I would if I could," he continued.
Don said he understood, but asked why the Kilkenny soldiers did not go
save her themselves. Surely they knew she was alive.
"Sean won't let them leave the castle," he answered. "They think she
is already dead, and don't believe an old man when I say I spoke with
her. But I knew she would find someone else to help her. But your
accent tells me you are from a distant land. How did she contact you?"
Don explained to the blacksmith what had happened, and told him, "I'm
not only from a far away land, but a far away time!"
The blacksmith, knowing the power of magic, didn't deny Don's claim.
Instead, he nodded his head and took him to a small storage area and
pulled out a pair of maps. One was the route to Neirbo's castle; the
other was a diagram of the castle itself.
"These will get you to her. Neirbo won't expect a lone person to try
and rescue Princess Amy. That surprise and strategy will keep you
safe".
Don took the maps from the old man, and grabbed some supplies. The old
man explained the route to Neirbo's castle to Don, using that map, and
told him it would be a long journey.
"You will have to travel around the Dark Forest. It is a twenty-day
trip to Foxford, and you will have to take the southern trails. There
are too many evil kingdoms forming in the north. Be careful with what
you cross on your way. There will be many distractions, and time is of
essence. And remember, not all things are as they seem in this world."
Don took the blacksmith's advice, and hopped onto a horse the
blacksmith had saddled for him, in anticipation of his arrival.
"You're a brave man," said the blacksmith. He turned and lifted the
sword he had been working on when Don walked into his forge. To Don's
surprise, the sword was finished and shining - not at all like the
roughened metal he had just seen draped across an anvil.
"Take this sword for your protection, and remember it is magical as
well as deadly." He then gave Don a small crystal ball.
"If you need to contact me, just look into the glass. I will gladly
help you along your journey. Now be off quietly and may God's
blessings go with you."
As Don rode off, he looked back and said, "That's twenty days of
travel. And only twenty days till our lady's birthday. I will hurry
and bring back your princess to you in time. I will not let your
kingdom down."
He paused and looked at the blacksmith.
"I'll die before I let your kingdom down," he said, grimly.
With that, Don kicked the horse's sides and trotted off. He didn't see
the weary blacksmith make the Sign of the Cross.
Chapter 4/You (Can Always) Get What You Need...
Don rode for several hours before coming to a small village. He needed
some rest and wanted to get his horse something to eat as well. As he
approached the village, he found a small hut with a sign that
said "SUPPLIES".
He went inside and started looking around.
As Don looked over an array of weapons, a young girl approached him.
"Can I help you find something?" she asked.
Don turned and looked at her. She was a teenager, with long black hair
and the darkest eyes he had ever seen. She was wearing a full length
dress made of rags, but still she looked drop dead gorgeous in it.
"Well, I'm looking for something to eat," Don replied.
As she walked closer, an old man approached him from the other side.
"See anything you like?" he asked Don.
Don told him he was in a hurry, but needed some food for his horse.
"Don't just stand there girl!" the man yelled at the teen, then
reached out and took Don by the arm.
"That is my daughter, Camille," the old man said. "After she feeds
your horse she can take care of any other 'needs' you might have. At
least for the right price, my traveler."
Don didn't know what to say, and wondered if the old man meant what he
was thinking.
"Are you telling me you would sell your daughter to me?" Don asked.
"You would just let a stranger take her into his arms and release his
pent up lusts on her?"
The old man laughed, and began to tell Don how hard it was being poor.
"I don't make enough money to even buy us food," he said.
Don laughed, and jokingly asked him how much her services would cost.
The old man just smiled and told Don that he could pay afterwards,
depending on what he thought she was worth.
"What all does she do?" Don asked.
The old man laughed and told him, "I don't know, sir. I don't really
want to know. But I can promise you that no man has ever came out of
there" - he pointed to Camille's room - "unsatisfied."
When Camille returned, Don took another look at her.
"I would like to take you up on your offer," he said, and walked over
to where the girl was standing. Camille looked down and grinned shyly
at Don, taking his hand into hers.
As she led him to her room, Don told her, "I only need to know two
things. How old were you when you lost your virginity, and how old
are you now?"
Camille giggled, then looked at her father.
"Tell him the truth young lady," the old man ordered.
Camille looked at Don, and replied, "I was fifteen. Now I am 17."
Don smiled and told the old man, "I've always had fantasies about
teenage girls. I guess now is my time to act on one of them."
Don followed Camille into her room. It was very dark, with only one
candle lighting the whole room. She walked him over to her bed, then
sat him down on the edge. Camille got on her knees in front of
him, then wrapped her hand behind his head. As she pulled him forward,
Don felt his lips meet hers. As Camille pressed her lips hard to
Don's, he could feel her breath getting slower and deeper.
After a moment, Don felt Camille's hand rubbing up the inner part of
his thigh. He opened his eyes to see her staring back at him as she
untied his pants. Without hesitation, Camille reached inside and took
hold of Don's growing cock. Don moaned as her young, small hand
wrapped around it, then she started to stroke it up and down its long
shaft.
Camille pulled her head away from Don's, then worked his erection to
the outside of his pants. As Don laid back he felt the young girl's
mouth engulf his hard cock. He moaned again as she lowered farther and
farther down his shaft.
"Oh Goddd, Camille," was all he could say.
Camille continued to suck Don's dick, holding and stroking it with one
hand, and massaging his balls with the other. Don sat up and put his
arms around her, then lifted her skirt up over her ass. He was
surprised when he realized she wasn't wearing panties, and he could
see her tight, bare ass in the candlelight.
Don wanted more than anything to fuck her right then and there. But he
didn't want to make her stop. He loved the feeling she was giving him,
as he watched her head raise up and down.
She was going all the way down to his balls, massaging his rod with
her throat. After holding that position for a moment, she would pull
up, then roll the tip of his cock around in her tongue.
Camille never let down on her blowjob. She mouthfucked Don with all
she had, until he knew he couldn't hold his cum any longer. As drops
of precum leaked into her mouth, Don told Camille, "I'm going to cum.
You better stop unless you want a mouthful!"
Camille continued to suck, acting as though she didn't hear him.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm," she purred, trying to tell him that was just
what she wanted, more than anything in the world, right then and
there.
Don warned her again, "I'm going to cum in your mouth! You better
stop! Like right now!" His voice was ragged and desperate.
Camille finally raised her head a little, making eye contact with her
lover. Even without words Don knew what she was saying.
"It's okay. I can take it," her eyes said.
As the cum boiled in his balls, he reached down and grabbed Camille's
bare ass in his hands.
When the first shot ejected from his cock, Camille pulled back some,
but never released his cock from her mouth.
Don squeezed her ass hard, gripping with all his might as the second
wave of semen sprayed into Camille's mouth. Camille started
swallowing, and Don looked on in awe.
His wife hardly ever gave him blowjobs, and if she did, the first
sight of precum made her stop. But Camille was swallowing every
drop as fast as he could shoot it out.
As his orgasm faded, Don's dick became limp in the teen's mouth.
"Holy shit, you are good!", he told her.
Camille stood up and smiled, thanking him for being so kind. As she
wiped the cum off her face that had dribbled out her mouth Don
remained seated directly in front of her. Camille began raising her
dress up, slowly exposing her young pussy.
Don licked his lips as the black pubic hair glistened in the
candlelight. She had it trimmed into a small patch, just leaving a
little on top of her crack. Her hair was thick, but very clean and
moist. Don knew it was her arousal that made it that way.
"Want to fuck me, sir?" Camille softly asked of him.
Don wanted to more than anything, but knew he had a mission to
complete.
"Camille, you are young and beautiful, and there is nothing I'd rather
do right now that fuck your brains out," he told her. "But, I have
something I have to do first. If I live through it, I will return and
finish the job."
Don got up and retied his pants, then kissed Camille goodbye.
"Take care my love. You really are very beautiful," he told her.
As he walked back into the shop, the old man approached Don again.
"Did my youngest take good care of you?" he asked.
Don nodded "yes", and reached into his pouch. He had not realized he
needed money, but the pouch seemed to materialze as if it was there to
solve his dilemma. Don handed the man the first two coins he could
touch and hoped he picked the right ones.
The old man took them with a smile, looked at them and blinked.
"Sir! This is forty rictars!" the old man yelled. "I can't ask you to
give me this much! Not even if you took her forever!" He began to
stammer, the shock going deeper.
Don smiled and told him, "Sir, she's worth every bit" as he walked out
the door. "And I promise to come back for her, mark my word."
As he got back on his horse, Camille and her father waved goodbye, and
wished him well on his journey. Camille sighed as she watched Don ride
off, looking forward to when he did come back and keep his word. Wait
until he slides that cock in my ass, she thought. He'll probably give
my father a hundred rictars!
Chapter 5/While You're In Ireland, Enjoy The Sightseeing...
Don rode out of town and stopped for some sleep. When he awoke, it was
a beautiful day in the kingdom again. He decided to spend several days
riding, which should put him ahead of his schedule.
Several days passed before Don rode over the crest of another green
hill. As he looked down into the valley below, he saw the flames of
torches from another village. Don rode down through the small
community, looking around like he did the first. He felt safe in his
new world, but knew he could take no chances.
He rode on through town, and planned to get some more rest before an
early start the next morning. As Don left the village, he saw a small
hut on a hill. He rode closer to the small home, and decided he would
sleep close to it. That way, the next morning he would remember his
direction properly.
Don stepped off his horse and tied it to a tree, then unpacked his
pouch for dinner. When the bag was empty, Don realized he had plenty
of food, but no beverage to go with it. He decided to go to the house
and see if they would be kind enough to lend him a drink.
Don knocked on the front door, but no one came to it. He walked around
to the side, and slowly peeked into a window. Inside were a man and a
woman sleeping, so he decided not to wake them. As he walked around to
the back of the hut, looking for some water, he saw a light coming
from another window.
Don walked over to it, then slowly peered inside again. This time, the
room was vaguely lit by a torch, with a young lady inside. She was
a young girl, sitting down brushing her hair in front of a full length
mirror made of shiny steel. She had long brown hair, and a very pretty
face. She was very short, but not a "dwarf" as he has heard them
referred to.
Don was about to say something to her when he heard her speak.
"You are pretty, Valerie. Very pretty," he heard her say.
Don wondered who she was talking to and as the girl continued her
compliments, he looked around the room. He didn't see anyone else
there, and realized she was talking to herself. He listened quietly as
the young girl continued.
"It was your 15th birthday last week, Valerie. You are old enough
now."
Don found a rock to sit on as he watched the girl continue her
conversation.
"I love you Valerie," she said to the mirror. "I want to see you
now. All of you. Please show me!"
The girl laid down her brush, and stood as she pushed back her chair.
Within moments, she was rubbing her hands up and down her body on the
outside of her clothing.
"Please undress for me, Valerie," she said.
Valerie slowly pulled her gown up over her head. As she tossed it to
the ground, Don felt an erection growing inside his pants. She didn't
have on a bra, and was standing in nothing but a tiny pair of panties.
Don had never seen such a young, tight body. He could feel himself
falling in love, and all he knew was her name.
"Take off your panties, Valerie," she continued.
Valerie slowly worked her fingers into the waistband, and pushed the
panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them and walked over to her
bed. Don had the perfect view of her young nude body in front of him.
"She is prettier than Camille," he thought to himself.
Valerie then lay on the bed, on her back, slowly spreading her legs.
"Touch me," she said to herself.
The young girl began to massage her breast as she laid there, lightly
moaning to herself.
"That's it, Valerie. Touch yourself...how it feels good".
Don looked on as her nipples began to erect and point upward. Valerie
worked her way down her stomach, then spread her legs wide. As she
massaged her inner thighs, he heard her start talking again.
"Touch my pussy, please. Touch me in that special, private spot".
Valerie used one hand and began to massage the top of her slit, just
below her pubic hair. With the other, she used two fingers to open
herself up, then ran her finger up and down her crack.
"Oh yesssss," she moaned as her finger slipped in a little deeper.
Don couldn't control himself any longer. Watching the fifteen year old
girl masturbate drove his erection to full length. He untied his
pants, and as the girl continued, started stoking his own cock.
Valerie started fingering herself faster, moaning louder and louder
for her secret audience. She ran another finger down her moist slit,
getting it wet enough to insert it with the other. As the second
finger penetrated her young snatch, Valerie let out a grunt like Don
had never heard before.
"UMPH!" Valerie blurted out.
Don stoked himself at the same pace Valerie was using to masturbate.
Valerie increased her speed as the pleasure overcame her young body.
Within a couple of minutes, the girl was fingering herself with full
force, two fingers grinding inside her twat.
Don was about to cum, when Valerie lowered the hand at the top of her
crack. As she found her clitoris, pants of pleasure burst from her
lungs, letting Don know exactly how good she was feeling.
"Oh YES! OH YES!" she screamed. "Rub that clit, you bitch! RUB IT!"
That was all Don could take. As Valerie masturbated, she started
bucking her hips like someone was fucking her to death. She screamed
more as Don shot a load of cum out onto the ground.
Valerie reached her own orgasm shortly after, then removed the fingers
from her pussy. Don massaged the rest of his semen from his cock as he
watched Valerie lick her hands clean.
Don was happy, but was now ready for some sleep. He left his dinner
where it was, and laid down outside of her window. He hoped she would
start again, but it wasn't to be. Valerie had worn herself out for the
night.
Chapter 6/Beats The Hell Out Of Conversation In A Laundromat...
The next morning Don awoke and looked back into the window. Valerie
was still asleep, and laying in the nude. He waved goodbye to her,
even though he knew she would never see it, and returned to his
horse.
Don rode hard that day, checking out his map regularly. There were no
villages marked on the map, and to this point it seemed correct. Don
was on the trail a few more nights, then throughout another whole day
before he reached the village of Blarney.
Late that afternoon he arrived, again looking for a place to water his
horse. Don found a store in town, and entered to do his shopping. He
walked up to a counter where a woman was stocking the shelves.
"Hello," he said. "Do you have any water for my horse?"
The lady looked at him and replied that she did. Don followed her
instructions, letting his horse have some rest before they continued
their journey.
While his horse rested, Don returned to the store and looked around
some more. He was looking at the fruit, trying to sort out what would
not spoil on his trip. When he looked up, he saw a young lady
standing next to him with a basket in her hand. She was pretty, with
long brown hair like Valerie's. She was a little taller than Valerie
was, but had the same perfect complexion, and what seemed to be the
same perfect figure.
"Do you know which of these would last me on a long journey?" he asked
her.
The girl laughed and walked away from him, but just to the other side
of the isle.
"What's wrong?" Don asked her.
The girl laughed again, then told him, "It's your voice, sir. You
sound different from anyone I've ever heard!"
Don told the girl that he was from a far away land, and that is how
all the people there talked. She smiled at him again, then walked
farther down the isle. Don looked at her, and tried to guess her age.
"She's got to be sixteen or so," he said to himself as he walked up
behind her. "So you think I talk funny?" he quipped.
The girl smiled again, then looked at him.
"Not funny, just different," she said.
Don introduced himself, and told her he was traveling throughout her
land. He complimented the beauty of the territory and the kindness of
the people.
As he started to walk away from her, she ran back up to him.
"Would you do me a big favor, sir?" she asked him.
Don told her "Okay, depending on what it was."
"Come to my house, and meet some of my friends. They will never
believe me when I tell them I met someone that's not from Blarney,
much less from another country".
Don told her that he was on a long trip, and was running out of time
to get to his destination.
She begged him to go with her, telling him it wouldn't take but a few
minutes of his time.
Don asked her what she was called, to which she replied, "Bethany".
She then made sure to tell him that all her friends called her "Beth".
"Okay, Beth, let's go meet your friends!" he told her.
Beth lived way outside of town, and it was a long walk to her home.
For the first half of the walk, her inquisitive young mind asked
question after question of Don.
"Where are you from? Where is that? What do you do for a living? Are
you married? Do you have children?"
The questions seemed to go on forever, but Don didn't mind. He
answered every one as truthfully as he could, but not letting the
whole truth be known of what he was doing there.
The second half of the walk, Don finally got a chance to ask a
question of his own.
"Tell me about you. What do you like to do?" he asked her.
Bethany started telling him all about herself. She was fifteen. She
lived with her mother and father, and didn't have any brothers
or sisters. She liked to ride horses, dance, and play games. She said
she had a close circle of friends, who she was taking him to meet.
"They are sleeping over at my house, while all our parents are gone to
another village to trade," she told him.
"So," Don asked, "It will just be you and your friends at the house?"
Beth told him yes, that there were three of them.
"Let me see" she said. "There's me, of course. Then there's Jenny, and
there's Patty".
Don began to think back to his new friend Valerie, and started to
fantasize about her.
"I wish this girl with me now would get undressed," he thought. "I
would show her a really good time!"
As they walked on, Don began to ask more about Beth and her friends.
She openly volunteered their ages, telling him again that she was
fifteen, Jenny was seventeen, and Patty was fourteen.
As they approached the house, Beth's friends came outside to meet
them.
Don was instantly overwhelmed by the first girl that ran up to them.
She was tall, about 5'7". She had long red hair, and was very
muscular. Beth introduced Don to her, and informed him that she was
Jenny.
"Hi" Don said, then confirmed with Beth that Jenny was the seventeen
year old.
The other girl Beth said was Patty. Patty was shorter with light brown
hair. Don thought she was as pretty as Jenny, only a smaller version
of beauty.
Don talked to them for a bit, making them laugh with his accent. After
a while, the four of them went inside and sat around the hut. The
girls took off their shoes, and relaxed for the evening. Don was tense
being around such young girls, but he felt right at home. The pressure
of his mission seemed lifted from his shoulders for a short while.
After telling the girls about his home far away, Beth asked him if he
would like to play a game with them. Don replied "Sure", so they went
to the dinner table. Beth pulled out a board game, and set several
cards on top.
They all sat down, with Patty sitting across from Don. Beth explained
the rules of the game to him as he listened intently. The game was
called "Junan", and was really very simple. Each player started with
ten pegs. It was similar to the American version of "Sorry", but
instead of a peg starting over when someone jumped on it, the peg was
removed from the game. The winner was the one who had the most pegs in
their "home row".
Don played with them for several minutes, the whole time fielding
their questions as he did Beth's. After Patty won the second
game, Don started to ask them questions of his own.
"So, let me see if I have this right" he said. "All three of you girls
are staying here, with no parents around for miles."
The girls nodded yes to him, so he continued to pry.
"And your parents will not be home for another day, right?" he asked.
The girls again told him he was correct. Don started getting personal,
asking them questions about boyfriends and other girl secrets. He
could feel himself getting an erection as they talked about
themselves and their love lives openly.
Don decided it was time to make his move. He wanted to see at least
one of them naked, and knew this would be his only chance.
"Even if they say no and throw me out" he thought, "I will be miles
away before their parents get back".
Don told them a joke to get everyone laughing again, but this time the
joke had sexual overtures. All the girls laughed, and none seemed
surprised or offended by his remarks. He knew he was ready to
see if they would play along.
"We have another game in America that is just like this one" he told
them.
The girls listened carefully as he explained.
"I don't think you ladies will want to try it, because it's a little
different that what you have here," he said, trying to pique their
curiosity.
The girls begged for Don to show them, so he continued with his plot.
"Well, we use pegs, but each peg represents a piece of clothing
you are wearing," he explained to the young girls.
"Cool!" said Jenny. "What do you do with them?"
Don showed them that the game is played the same way, but when someone
gets their peg captured, then they have to remove a piece of clothing.
Beth and Jenny didn't seem bothered by his made up rules, but Patty
looked disturbed.
"Who is the winner?" Beth asked.
Don told them that the winner was the last one to have anything left
on. He said all the others will be nude at the end of the game.
Don waited quietly for an objection that never came. He smiled when
Jenny asked him, "Then what?"
Don thought quickly about how to answer that one.
"Well, the one who is still dressed at the end gets to tell the others
funny stuff to do."
"Like what?" asked Patty this time, her voice trembling a tad.
Don was getting aggravated at all the questions being thrown at him.
He didn't want to reveal too much, and made it up as he went along.
But he could tell Patty was nervous, and didn't want to scare her off.
If he did, the other two were probably not going to play either.
Don told Patty in a calm, nice voice that there were several things.
"That is the fun of the game. No one knows what the winner will make
them do. You make it up as you go along".
He had her attention now, and she didn't seem as nervous. So he gave
them a couple of examples.
"You can make them dance in front of everyone with all their clothes
off. Or you can make them lay down and spread their legs. Another
funny one is to make them get on their hands and knees and act like
dogs!" he told them.
The girls all stood up, then walked into Beth's room. When they
returned, Beth told him that they would play.
"We will play, but only to look at each other. No touching," Jenny
ordered.
Don was relieved, and was ready to get to the action.
"Even if I lose myself, at least two of the girls will be naked with
me!" he thought. "And with two naked teenagers around, I can just
touch myself for entertainment!"
Don drew a card first and moved the three steps it said to. Beth was
next, and her first move landed on one of Don's pegs.
"DAMN!" he screamed, as the girls began to laugh.
Don kicked off his shoe, and tossed it to the side.
"Okay, your turn Patty!" he barked.
Patty drew a card, and landed a couple of spaces ahead of Beth. Jenny
drew and landed one behind her. Don was ready for pegs to start
getting landed on, but knew his patience would pay off.
Several rounds were played, and finally everyone was bare footed, and
Don even had his shirt off.
"Are you sure your parents won't come home, Beth?" he asked before
drawing again.
Beth laughed and told him to relax, that they do this once a month. "I
know exactly when they will be back, sir!" she laughed.
Don drew a seven and pounced his peg onto Beth's. Beth looked up and
down her body as Don removed the peg from the board.
"Take it off Beth!" he ordered.
Beth started unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her small white bra. Don
gulped as she removed it, sitting there with most of her young breast
exposed. It was now Beth's turn to draw, and her peg landed on
Jenny's. Jenny did the same as Beth, slowly unbuttoning her blouse,
being cautious but not really bashful. Don was taken in with her large
breast. They were big, probably a 36d, but firm as could be.
Moves were made by each player for several more turns. Each time,
making someone else lose their clothes. Jenny then landed on Patty's
peg, who was already sitting in her bra.
"Take off your bra!" Jenny screamed at her.
Patty slowly reached behind her back, and started to unsnap it. She
hesitated again, so Jenny reached over and did it for her. Don was
still sitting directly across from the fourteen year old beauty, and
leaned forward to get a better look.
Beth and Jenny waited for Don to draw, as it was now his turn. Don
couldn't take his eyes off of Patty. He was in a trance, looking at
her small, young breast standing straight out without a bit of
sagging.
Beth knew the game was drawing to an end, because Don was more
interested in looking at Patty than playing. Don tried to concentrate
but couldn't force himself to continue.
"Fuck this!" Beth yelled, and stood up. Within seconds she had removed
her bra and panties, and was standing completely nude at Don's left
side. Jenny followed her friend's lead, standing up and getting naked
for him to see.
Don took his eyes off of Patty and started staring at the two naked
teens to his sides. Both posed for him as he ran his eyes up
and down their bodies, checking out every curve.
Beth broke the silence by asking him, "Like my body, sir? Like the way
I'm all thin and hard?"
Jenny asked him the same thing, to which Don replied, "Very nice
ladies. Very, *very* nice."
"Come on Patty," Beth said, coaxing her friend to show Don what she
looked like. Patty stood and slowly pulled down her panties. Don was
shocked at the lack of pubic hair she had grown.
"God Patty, how old are you again?" he asked.
Patty blurted out, "I'm fourteen. I had my birthday a month ago, sir!"
worrying that he didn't like her as much as her friends.
Beth took charge again and told Don it was his turn.
"We want to see your 'thingy' now," she told him.
Don didn't hesitate, and stood up in front of them. He was in nothing
but his underwear, with his large erection pushing his tight briefs
away from his body. As he pulled them down to his ankles, the
girls began to laugh. Don was afraid his 6-inch cock might be too
small, and didn't know what they thought was "normal".
He looked at them and asked, "Hey, is my dick funny looking or too
small for you girls?"
Beth told him no, that it was bigger than any she had seen.
"But sir, there is something dripping out of it!" she giggled.
Don looked down at the head of his cock, which was swollen and as red
as blood. He saw what she was looking at, and told them it was normal.
"That's precum," he said.
He grabbed the string of goo that was hanging from his cock to his
underwear with his hand, then wiped it on his leg.
Beth had each one of them draw another card, this time saying that
whoever had the largest number would be "the winner".
Don drew first and got a seven. Patty was next and picked a six. Jenny
drew, and came up with a four. With the highest number being
eight, that is what Beth had to get. Beth reached in and screamed as
she pulled out a three.
"Don's in charge!" Jenny said, and walked him over to a chair. "Be our
master, and we will do as you say," she told him.
Don smiled as the three naked teens lined up in front of him. He told
Patty to sit next to him, because even though he liked her small
young body the best, he was still apprehensive about having her do
sexual acts. He had Jenny and Beth face each other, then hug as if
they were sisters.
"Beth, kiss Jenny on the lips," he ordered.
Beth looked over at him and replied with a "GROSS!"
Don informed her that it wasn't disgusting, but was really rather
sexy.
Beth raised her eyebrows and stood on her toes to kiss Jenny, just as
she was told. Jenny leaned down a little, and as their lips
touched, Don could see them gripping each other tighter.
"Now open your mouths, and roll your tongues together" he said.
The girls did as they were commanded, and within seconds were
frenching each other wonderfully. Don liked the scene in front of him,
and thought his cock was going to explode. The girls continued to
kiss, and the longer they did, the more they began to like it. After
several minutes, the two young girls were making out like true lovers,
doing exactly what Don prayed they would.
"Now, Jenny" he said, "You lay down on your back, and Beth will
straddle your stomach. Then I want her to massage your tits. I can see
your nipples getting hard from here."
Jenny laid down and Beth got on top of her. Jenny raised her arms
above her head as Beth took a breast into each hand. Beth pulled and
squeezed Jenny's firm tits for several minutes, as her own nipples
began to protrude.
"Suck her tits, Beth" he told her. Beth leaned down and took Jenny's
left breast into her mouth. She sucked it as if it were her own,
making her friend begin to moan with delight. Don wiped more precum
off his cock as he and Patty looked on. After a few moments, Don told
Beth to stop.
"Beth, dear," he said, "I'm going to make you do something you've
probably never done before".
Beth lightly nodded her head up and down, as if she were telling him
she would do anything. Don took it that her lack of objection meant
she was ready for whatever he said.
"Okay, Beth," he said quietly. "I want you to crawl down between your
sexy friend's legs, and eat her pussy for me. Eat her like a good
lesbian sister would."
Jenny's eyes perked up as Beth started kissing down her flat, muscular
stomach. As Beth reached the top of her pubic hair, Jenny naturally
spread her legs wider.
"Watch this, Patty," Don told his fellow observer. "This will make
your friend feel really good."
Beth began to lick her friend, directly in the center of her crack. As
Jenny started moaning again, Beth knew she was enjoying it. She
lowered her starting point quite a bit, this time beginning at the
bottom of her vagina. Beth took a long lick up, hitting Jenny's
clit, and making her jolt.
"Oh, yessss," Jenny moaned lightly.
Beth continued to lick until her face was covered with Jenny's juice.
Then she pushed Jenny's legs up to her chest. As Jenny grabbed her
knees, Beth started eating her faster and harder. She was now licking
Jenny's crack and chewing on her clit. Jenny began to scream, trying
her best to lay still for her lover. Beth was reaching up and
massaging her breast as she pleasured her friend. Don let this
continue for a while, then had Beth turn the other way. The two
teenagers were now in the "69" position, giving each other the first
oral sex experience of their short lives.
As Don looked on, he glanced over at Patty. Without realizing it, she
was running a finger up and down her pussy. Don knew she was only
fourteen, and barely looked even that, but he knew she was ready
now.
"Beth, Jenny," he said. "I want you two to take care of Patty for me
now".
Beth and Jenny held out their hands to her, and Patty slowly got down
on the floor.
"Have you ever done anything like this before?" Don asked her.
"No, sir," Patty answered. "I have never had anyone touch me where
they've been touching each other".
Don told her to relax, and pretend he wasn't there. Patty seemed okay
with that, and laid down onto her back.
Jenny got between her legs, and Beth sat next to her side. As Beth
reached over and began to massage her breast, Jenny slowly began to
kiss her stomach. Patty moaned a little, then closed her eyes and
leaned her head back. Beth leaned over and began to kiss the young
teen as Jenny kissed down to her pussy. As Jenny opened her pussy lips
up and slipped her tongue in, Don heard a muffled "OH!" come from
Patty. This was the sexiest sight he had ever seen, and hoped it would
last all night.
Jenny started eating Patty's pussy at the pace Beth had done hers. She
increased her speed as Patty's hips began to buck up and down. Beth
quit kissing her, and started sucking her tits, alternating each one
into her mouth. Don had had all he could stand.
"Which one of you girls do I want to fuck?" he jokingly asked.
He was trying to decide, and knew he wanted each one. Jenny for her
large breast, Beth for her body in general, and Patty because of her
young age.
"God," he thought. "If I can get into Patty, it will be the youngest
pussy I'll probably ever get."
Don couldn't decide who he wanted to do first, so Jenny came up with
an idea.
She bent over the couch with her knees on the ground. She was sitting
there, ready to take it doggie style if Don was ready to violate her.
Beth and Patty got next to her in the same position.
"Okay, here's what you can do, sir" Jenny said. "The three of us will
stay like this, and you can take turns with each one of us. You can
have two minutes in each girl, then must go on to the next. No matter
how much she begs, or how good she feels to you, when the time is up,
then you have to move on. The only exception is when she is about to
orgasm. When the girl you are in starts to cum, you must keep fucking
her till she's done".
Don didn't have any reason to argue. He looked at the three white
teenage asses in front of him and licked his lips.
"Ready, ladies?" he asked, and crawled up behind Jenny.
Jenny reached around and pulled her ass open for him. He looked down
at her puffy pink lips and grabbed hold of his manhood. As Jenny
looked over her shoulder at him, he worked the head of his cock up to
her cunt. He took a deep breath, then plunged it inside.
When his cock penetrated Jenny's young cunt, she let out a moan, then
a loud scream. Don drew his hips back and rammed forward quickly,
making his young lover jerk and shiver from her head to her toes.
Jenny loved the feeling of him inside her. His meat was so hard,
thick, and long it made her pussy burn with desire. She was not a
virgin, but had never had such a "man" in her before.
Don loved the feeling of her pussy just as much as she did his cock.
Her bright red hair swung from side to side as she rolled her head
around in a circle. Don's concentration was suddenly broke when he
heard Bethany yell at them.
"Hey, it's my turn!"
It had only seemed like seconds, but Don knew his time with Jenny was
up. Don looked over at Beth, and knew what he had to do. Beth laid her
head forward and closed her eyes, waiting for him to approach. Don got
behind her, and pushed her knees farther apart. He grabbed her tight
ass, then worked his thumbs into her pussy lips. He inserted each
thumb a little, then held her apart as he put in his love.
When he poked her, he slid it in deep as he could. Beth took him in
all the way, panting and moaning as he worked it in and out. She was a
little tighter than Jenny had been, but was not as experienced. Jenny
had a way of massaging his cock with her pussy, but Beth's tightness
made up for her lack of training.
Beth wasn't any more of a virgin that Jenny was. But she had only
fucked a couple of times in her fifteen years. Don looked at
her face as he pounded her from behind. She was in heaven, and he
knew he was the cause of it.
His concentration was again broken, but this time by the sound of
Jenny yelling at him.
"Patty's turn!" she yelled.
Don pulled out of Beth who fell forward and pressed her face into the
couch. Don rested for a moment, then moved over to the next behind.
Patty was trembling a little, nervous over what she was about to
receive. As Don prepared to enter her, the other girls tried to
help her out.
"Medieval day fuck cheerleaders!" Don laughed to himself.
As Patty nervously looked over her shoulder at him, Jenny quietly
whispered to her, "I know this is your first time. But it will
be okay. Just take a deep breath, then grip the couch tight with your
hands".
Patty tried to smile a little, but was still nervous as she could be.
Beth tried to help her out also by telling her, "It will hurt a little
at first, but then it will begin to feel great. Just breathe like
Jenny said, and keep your breathing rhythm going with his pokes. If it
will help, scream as loud as you want."
Patty looked away from Don and at the other girls. "Okay, I'll try my
best," she told them.
Don got in close behind her, and rubbed his head up and down her
pussy. Beth and Jenny got on each side of Patty, and began to pinch
her nipples very lightly. Patty was wet from her own
excitement, but Don wanted to make sure she would be completely ready.
He let a little precum drip from his cock, moistening her up even
more.
As her pussy lips began to part, he slid his cock in a short inch.
Patty jerked forward, then relaxed and came back onto him a little.
"That's it, baby!" said Jenny.
"Way to go, Patty!" whispered Beth.
Don pushed forward a bit, inserting another inch into her virgin
pussy. Patty jumped forward again, feeling the pressure he was putting
on her hymen. Don softly massaged her ass as Beth and Jenny
continued to fondle her nipples.
"Girls, I can't wait any more!" Don yelled, and took a firm grip onto
Patty's round ass.
Beth and Jenny continued their nipple attack, but used their free
hands to help brace her shoulders.
Don knew they had her stabilized, so he took a deep breath and pulled
back his hips. He could feel her tightness, and even as wet as she
was, it was work getting it in.
With that, Don pushed forward, slamming his cock in deep. He felt her
cherry pop as he sank into her down to his balls. Patty screamed at
the top of her lungs and tried to pull forward off of his
missile.
Beth and Jenny held her tight as Don pulled backwards, then thrust
another blow. Patty trembled as the forty year old man violated
her young fourteen year old pussy. She was panting and moaning,
begging for him to stop.
"OUCH!" she screamed. "It hurts! Take it out! Don't fuck me!" she
pleaded.
Beth and Jenny cheered her on, yelling at her to "take it". They told
her over and over, "Take his big dick. Take it like a woman! Let him
have you! Let him feel your tight cunt! Tell him how it feels,
Patty! TELL HIM!"
Patty looked back over her shoulder at Don. Her pain was subsiding,
and she was getting this wonderful tingling in her hips. Her pussy
felt sloppy wet, but she loved it. All that moisture, but it still
felt so clean.
As she stared at Don, she yelled in her loudest voice at him, "Oh
shit! Oh shit motherfucker! My pussy is burning! My fucking cunt is
burning!"
Don was turned on even more by her vulgarity. He clawed her ass as he
yelled back at her, "You little tight fuck! You have the tightest
pussy in the world! Your fucking cunt is so Goddamn tight I'm going to
cum in you! Take me in deep you little fuck!"
Beth and Jenny released Patty, who was now taking him like the woman
she had just become should. They praised her for losing her
virginity, then got into the game themselves. Patty was enjoying Don's
assault as her two friends rolled over and started masturbating,
watching her get his fury deep inside.
"Take it Patty! Take it!" Beth yelled. "Be his whore! Be his slut!"
Jenny poked her own pussy with two fingers as she took her turn
screaming, "I loved my fuck! I loved him fucking me! I am so fucking
turned on watching him fuck my friend! Make her cum, Don! Make her cum
so I can too as I watch!"
Don panted as sweat dripped down from his chin onto Patty's ass. He
lightly popped her bottom as he continued to pound her from behind. He
yelled one more time to her, hoping to drive her into the best orgasm
a woman has ever had.
"You better cum now, you little young fuck!" he screamed. "I'm going
to cum any moment, but I want to feel your pussy drip with lust
before I do! Cum for me, you fourteen year old slut!"
Patty moaned as her white knuckles dug her fingers into the couch.
"I'm fucking cumming!" she yelled back at him. "I feel like I have to
piss! I'm cumming all over your cock, you motherfuckin' bastard!"
As Patty reached her orgasm Don felt her wet pussy become even more
saturated. He knew she was cumming, and could see the moisture
glisten, along with a little blood on his cock. When her breathing
slowed he knew she had finished. Jenny and Beth both also reached
their orgasms at the same time, each one enjoying her masturbation as
much as the next.
Don couldn't hold his load any longer. He yanked his cock out of
Patty's tight cunt and grabbed it with his hand. As cum shot out his
head, he stroked himself quickly back and forth. Glob after glob of
white, warm liquid covered the young Patty's ass.
Beth and Jenny reached over to him, and helped him finish emptying his
load. Jenny stroked his cock while Beth massaged his balls. When Don
was done, the two girls began to kiss Patty's back, licking his cum
from her skin.
Patty was exhausted, so her two older friends helped her up. They took
her outside to the latrine and within a few minutes returned to the
hut.
Don sat naked on the couch as the three nude teens walked in.
"Guess what?" said Jenny.
Don didn't know, so he asked her, "What young lady?"
Beth jumped in and told him, "You popped Patty's hymen. You made her a
woman at the age of fourteen, sir. She is still bleeding just a tad,
but she is doing great. And she also had a major orgasm, as did
Jenny and I".
Don was proud, and felt better than he ever had before. His limp cock
was covered with slime as he smiled at the girls. This was the best
pussy he had ever received, and he wanted some more.
Beth told him it was time for bed now, that she knew he had a long
ride ahead of him the next day. She took him by the hand and led him
to her bedroom, where he and the three girls climbed into bed.
All three girls were still naked, as was Don. After Jenny blew out the
candles, Don fondled his new friends' bodies, then made love to Beth
and Jenny again. Patty was too sore for another round, but enjoyed
watching as he brought her two friends to the same intense orgasms he
had her.
The next morning, Don awoke and knew he had to be going.
"I'll have to ride fast to catch up on some time," he thought.
Don got out of bed, and walked to the den. He put his clothes back on,
then returned to the bedroom. When he walked in, Beth awoke and
looked up at him. He told her thank you for the evening, but that he
had to be going.
Beth woke Patty and Jenny up so they could say goodbye to him. Don
walked back over to the bed, and kissed each one goodbye.
"I'll never forget you!" he told them as he looked at the three nude
teenagers in the bed.
The girls looked back at him, then Jenny spoke up and said, "We will
never forget you either. Last night was wonderful for all of us.
Please try to return so we may do it again!"
Don asked if he could have one more reminder of how they felt, in case
he never made it back from his mission.
"I want to tell each of you a couple of things" he said. "I want to
give each of you two compliments".
The girls conceded, and lay on their backs next to each other. As Don
sat on the edge of the bed, he reached over and massaged Jenny's
breast.
"This is the largest, firmest breast I have ever felt," he told
her.
After a moment, he touched Beth's, pinching her nipple lightly.
"Beth" he said, "Your nipples are great. Your breasts are so perfectly
round, and your flat stomach does them justice".
Patty smiled as Don put her small fourteen year old tit in his hand.
"Patty, my small, sweet ex-virgin girl," he told her. "Your breasts
are budding unlike any girls of your age".
The girls giggled at his kindness, then he told them, "One more thing,
ladies. Please spread your legs for me."
Don again reached over to Jenny first, rubbing her pussy and inserting
his finger. "Jenny, you work your pussy better than any I've ever
felt. Your cunt muscles are in excellent shape," he told her.
Beth spread wide and pulled her knees to her chest when Don checked
her out. He wiggled his finger into her vagina, and smiled as he
said, "Beth, your pussy is still very tight. Keep up the practice, and
you will make many men happy."
Patty was the last one for him to say goodbye to. As Don slipped his
finger into her, a tear rolled down her cheek. Patty didn't understand
why her new lover had to leave.
"Patty," he said, "Your pussy was the tightest I've ever felt. Your
virginity sucked more cum out of me than I've ever shot out
before. You took my cock like a grown woman, and made me a happy man.
I thank you for letting me be the one to pop your cherry. It is the
biggest honor I've ever had placed on me."
Don removed his finger and licked it clean as he walked out of the
room. As he walked into the woods, the three girls waved goodbye to
him, making him promise he would return.
Chapter 7/Role Playing The Irish Way...
Don found his horse and headed back toward his destination. It had
been a long night, but he didn't feel tired.
"What a night!" he thought to himself as he continued to ride.
Don rode for two more days before he started getting lonely. That
afternoon, Don looked at his map. He was only a couple of miles from a
town called Kerry. He decided he would stop there, and get an
early night of sleep.
Don rode into the village as everyone in the streets stared at him.
Was his secret out? Did they know what he had done last night, he
wondered.
Don was just being paranoid. No one could possibly know, and he knew
it deep inside. He stopped worrying as the friendlier people would
wave or say "good day".
Don found a place in the woods, just outside the village to sleep. It
was comfortable there, and everyone seemed very friendly. That
evening, he heard music coming from the village, and returned to see
what it was.
When he arrived, he saw everyone dancing in the streets, drinking and
having a good time. The music was very hearty, what he would consider
"Old Irish Dancing Music". He joined in the fun with everyone else.
"What a great time in history this is," he thought.
Don was amazed at how everyone got along, and seemed to be friendly
with each other. He knew there was evil in this land, but at least the
villagers got along.
"Why couldn't my time be like this," he said to himself?
Don was upset that he would have to return to the loud streets of his
home town. Cars, buses, horns, and cabs filled the area. Crime was
horrible, and no one trusted another. This land was different, and he
was glad he was here.
Later that night, after the music stopped and everyone was heading
home, Don's dream of this perfect land was shattered. As he
walked through the woods, he heard a female's scream, then a man
yelling at her even louder.
"Well, at least I'm not homesick now!" Don joked to himself as he
walked over to investigate. He could see two people in the
moonlight just ahead. He found some thick brush and squatted down
behind it, being careful that they did not hear him.
Don could tell one was a young girl, and she was crying and begging
for mercy. The man holding her arm was twice her size, and was jerking
her around in all directions.
"I'll wait for a minute, then kick his ass when the time is right,"
Don said to himself.
As Don hid, he was getting more angry by the minute. The man would
grab the girls hair, and drag her around like a rag doll. He
screamed at her constantly, and it made Don curious as to what he
was saying.
"How dare you wear such a short dress, you little bitch!" the man
screamed.
The girl repeated over and over she was sorry, but he just didn't seem
to care. The man drew back his hand and slapped the teenager, knocking
her to the ground. Don remained seated as the girl stood back up.
The man then shoved her into a tree, and got right into her face.
"You fucking whore!" he yelled. "If you want to dress like a whore,
I'm going to fuck you like one!"
The girl yelled back to him as the man tried to rip her blouse open.
"No, daddy! Let me go, daddy!"
Don had had enough now. He jumped up from the bushes and charged the
man, knocking him to the ground. The girl ran away, hiding behind a
tree nearby. As the man got up, he came back at Don, screaming that
he was going to kill him.
When he reached out for Don, Don jumped out of the way and kicked his
foot up toward the man's head. With a thud that would wake the dead,
his kick landed perfectly on the abuser's cheek.
The man fell to the ground, instantly knocked unconscious by Don's
massive blow. Don stood over him and looked down.
"That will teach you, motherfucker," he said, and then turned around
looking for the girl.
"It's okay," Don yelled out to her. "It's safe now. You can come out!"
Don heard steps come out from behind the tree where she was hiding. He
turned and looked at her as she walked toward him.
The girl was about 5 feet, 4 inches tall, and had strait, shoulder
length brown hair. Her dress was made of thin, brown material that
formed to her body. Don looked her up and down as she
approached, noticing every curve that she had.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"You shouldn't have done that!" she replied.
Don was puzzled that she wasn't thrilled he saved her. He didn't say a
word as she continued. "He's really going to be mad when he wakes up,"
she said.
As the two of them stood there looking at each other, neither said a
word for the longest. Don could tell that she was concerned more about
what he did than what was happening to her.
"What's going on?" Don asked, hoping he could figure her strange
behavior out.
"That's my father you just creamed," she told him. "When he gets up, I
am going to be in really deep trouble".
Don was still confused, and tried to answer her.
"But, but.... Well, I thought.....Well...."
As he stammered trying to find the right words, she walked over closer
to him.
"I wasn't in any danger," she said. "We were just doing a game we
play".
"And what game was that?" Don asked inquisitively.
"Well, I really shouldn't tell you," she replied.
Don stood silent and thought about what to ask her.
"It's okay, you can tell me. It will be our secret," he told her.
"Why don't you start by telling me your name, and how old you are?"
The girl finally became more comfortable talking to him, and motioned
for him to follow.
"Let's get away from his dumb ass," she said as Don followed her
deeper into the woods.
The girl introduced herself, and told him her name was Shannon. She
was fourteen and a half years old. She lived in the village with her
mother and father, but her mother was unaware of the games she played
with her father.
"We "do" things," she told Don.
Don was getting a fairly good idea of what she was talking about, but
still she hadn't said why he was hitting her. Don just asked one
more question.
"And?" he said.
The girl continued on. "We play rough a lot of times. I pretend I'm a
bad girl, and he punishes me. Then he shows me what bad little girls
do with older men."
Don was getting more interested in this "game" as she called it. He
had always thought of stuff like she was talking about as sick, but
something
from his dark side piqued his interest in it.
"Tell me more," Don said.
The girl then told him, "He doesn't ever really hurt me. If he gets
too rough, I just say the word "END!", and he will stop doing whatever
is hurting me. But until I say the magic word, anything is okay to
do."
Don was wondering why she was so openly telling him her darkest family
secret. He guessed she felt comfortable with him, and maybe deep down
inside she didn't want to have a relationship of incest with her
father.
Don didn't feel any other signals coming from Shannon, so he told her
he needed to be on his way. As he turned to leave, she ran up behind
him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Don't go just yet!" she begged him.
Don turned around in the girls arms, then looked down into her eyes.
"I must be on my way," he said again, this time being more stern in
his voice.
Shannon looked back up at him, then said, "But sir, you interrupted
our foreplay earlier. I'm still sexually excited from it. I know it's
wrong, but I just couldn't help it. He was so muscular and handsome,
it made my body lust for him. But I know it is wrong."
Don realized what she was doing, keying in on the words "wrong" and
"couldn't help it." She was playing her game again, but this time with
him.
He had never done anything like this before, so he pretended it was
just a game himself. He felt like an actor reading lines from a
script. And he prayed it would go very, very far.
"Shannon, you're a bad little girl!" Don screamed at her. "How dare
you think of naughty things with your father!"
Shannon pulled away from him and backed up a couple of steps. "But
daddy, you are a handsome man. I think I'm old enough to learn about
these things," she told Don, continuing the pretense. "Other boys my
age touch me places all the time. But I want you to go farther than
any of them!"
Don didn't mind playing daddy for her. He was getting into the part,
when suddenly she turned and ran.
"Come back here you little whore!" Don barked as he reached out and
grabbed her arm. "Where do you think you're going?"
Shannon yelled back at him, "Don't hurt me daddy! Don't take my
clothes off and hurt me!"
Don knew that was his que, and let go of her arm. With both hands he
reached out and ripped open her blouse, exposing her tiny white bra.
Don looked at her sexy stomach and breast before drawing his hand up.
As his arm came down, Shannon tried to block it, but it was too late.
SMACK! went the back of his hand across her cheek.
"You fucking whore!" he screamed. "How dare you lust for your own
father!"
Shannon tried to run again, but Don was too quick on his feet. He
grabbed her arms and threw her to the ground as she began to cry.
"Let's take off that dress now!" Don yelled as he pulled it off her
body. He was getting turned on treating the young girl this way, ready
to take advantage of her youth. But he was still a kind man, and
listened carefully for her "out" word.
Don rolled Shannon over on her stomach and unsnapped her bra. He
yanked it off her arms and threw it to the side. As Shannon squirmed
below him, he grabbed her hair, snapping her neck backwards.
"You little fucking slut!" he screamed. "You should be ashamed of
yourself! Running around in nothing but panties in front of your
father!"
Shannon continued to cry as Don put his fingers in the waistband of
her panties. "I'm going to spank your bare ass you bad little girl!"
he told her.
Shannon continued to wiggle as he pulled her panties down around her
ankles.
"Let's see how wet your little pussy has made these!" he screamed.
Shannon played along, begging him not to check.
"No daddy!" she pleaded. "Don't check them! I didn't mean to get wet!"
Don yanked the panties off her feet and wadded them up in his hand. As
he sat on the naked teen's back, he put her moist panties to his nose.
As he sniffed them all over, he looked back down at her.
"Sweet smelling panties little girl! Daddy likes sweet young pussy
like yours!"
Shannon let out a moan as Don got off of her, then laid her over his
lap.
"Now you're going to get punished!" he told her, and popped her bottom
with his hand. Don thought twice about hitting her cute little behind,
but was so into the game he couldn't stop. He drew back his hand
again, this time smacking her harder than the first.
SMACK! landed his hand. The pain from this one almost made Shannon
jump out of her skin.
Don yelled at her, "You think you can get away with being naughty by
fucking me and flaunting your young body?"
With that, Don drew back and popped her again.
SMACK! Then another one. SMACK! SMACK!
Shannon's ass was now bright red, and Don wondered how much more she
could take. He decided to give her young ass a break, so he rolled her
onto her back. Shannon had tears streaming down her face as Don
pinched the shit out of her nipples. She yelled "E....", but
then stopped herself in mid word.
"Oh, had enough you little fucking whore?" Don asked her.
Shannon looked at him with a hatred like he's never felt, then
screamed at him, "You aren't man enough to hurt me, you motherfucker!"
Don was surprised at her change of heart. But it was her game, her
idea, and her sickening affair with her father that was wrong. She was
only fourteen, but that was old enough to say no. If she didn't want
to play, all she had to do was say so.
Don got pissed off at her attitude, and decided to teach her a real
lesson. He slapped her face, then held her on the ground.
"Say "end" bitch!" he screamed.
Shannon raised her head a little, and spit on his chest.
"Fuck you!" was all she would say.
Don kicked her legs open wide, and pressed his body down on hers.
"Say it you fucking whore!!!" he screamed as he rammed his cock up
her young pussy.
Shannon let out a moan when he penetrated her, but wouldn't give up.
Again, she called him a motherfucker, telling him his little prick was
nothing to her.
Don became infuriated, and started slapping her face.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! echoed through the woods as his hands popped
her cheeks.
Shannon just laughed at Don's abuse, not letting anything phase her at
all.
Don decided to try something different, so he crawled off of the young
girl. He rolled her onto her hands and knees, then pushed his cock
back into her fourteen year old pussy. Shannon moaned again, but this
time with more of a sound of pleasure. Don couldn't figure her
out, and wondered what she was thinking.
As he fucked her from behind, he reached up and got a handful of her
hair. As he pulled it like reins on a horse, Shannon began to beg
for more.
"Fuck me deep daddy! Fuck my young pussy! I'm going to cum for you
daddy!" she yelled.
Don was so into beating her around that he hadn't realized the
condition of his own cock. He was oozing precum by the gallon into
this young girl, not thinking twice about getting her pregnant. As
Shannon continued to coax him on, he wasn't about to let up. No matter
what the circumstances.
"Daddy's going to make you cum you little whore!" he yelled at her.
"Cum on my cock. Let me feel your juice run down my balls!"
Shannon panted and screamed with delight as Don pulled her hair harder
again. He realized that the whole time she had been playing her
game. He liked her doggie style, and was really enjoying himself, but
he wanted to try one more thing before he came.
Don pulled out of Shannon right as her orgasm started to hit. As the
girl turned her head around to him, she begged him to put it back
in.
"Oh DADDY!" she yelled, "Put your cock back in me! My pussy is burning
for it! I'm begging you daddy, FUCK ME!"
Don pushed her hips to the side, then rolled her onto her back. He
pushed her knees to her ears and got on top of her as much as he
could. Shannon didn't object, but she couldn't wait any longer.
She reached between her legs and started massaging her clit as Don put
his manhood back into her. As he pounded her young pussy, he slapped
her face a couple of more times, telling her, "Cum for me now! Cum for
me you little fucking slut!"
Shannon's orgasm returned, and soon Don felt the fourteen year old
pussy contracting tight around his cock. As juice began to flow down
his balls, he was ready to release his own load. Shannon finished her
orgasm, and told Don to continue.
"Don't take it out daddy. Leave it in me while you cum! Fill me up
with it! I want to feel it shoot into my young twat!"
Don was ready, and pushed forward one last time. As his cum unloaded
into her snatch, Shannon let him know how wonderful it felt.
"That's it, daddy! I can feel it shooting! I can feel your warm cum
going deep into my tunnel!"
As Don finished cumming, he dropped his weight on top of her. Shannon
laughed and kissed his cheek while he caught his breath.
"Wow, sir! You are a lot better than my real daddy! His cock is
smaller, he can't make me cum. And when he cums he won't do it inside
me," she told him.
Don laughed and told her thank you as she continued to jabber, now
sounding like the fourteen year old girls he knew back home.
"It's true! He is at least an inch and a half shorter than you. And he
can never make me have an orgasm," she said. "I always have to wait
till he leaves, then I masturbate until I'm finished".
Shannon then told Don "and when he cums, he tells me he can't do it
inside me. So he likes to shoot it on my face. I don't mind it on my
chest, but he likes to do it on my head. And then I have to go home
and try to hide it from mom, which is really hard because it's all in
my hair."
Don decided the only way to shut her up was to kiss her, so he pressed
his lips to hers. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms,
knowing that even though the game was rough, they were safe with
each other.
Don woke up early the next morning with Shannon still in his arms. He
kissed her on the cheek, waking her in the most romantic way he could.
As he walked back to his horse, Shannon begged for him to return.
"Come back and see me, DADDY!" she yelled at him.
Don smiled, and told her, "You can call me Don when we're not playing
our game. Just be careful with your father, and I hope one day he will
make you cum as I did."
Shannon waved goodbye as Don disappeared into the woods.
Chapter 8/AAA Roadside Service At Your Pleasure...
Don traveled for a few more days before coming to the town of Mohor.
He knew he was getting close to his destination, and energy filled his
body. He crested a hill just outside of town, when he saw a wrecked
buggy in the road. Don quickly dismounted his horse and ran to see if
he could help.
As he approached, then uprighted, the cart he looked around for anyone
he could find. He didn't see anyone close, so Don looked around the
accident scene closely. He saw small footprints in the sand,
heading into the thick woods. He followed the footprints for a short
while before coming upon two strangers. As he approached them, he
realized it was two young teenage girls.
One was about sixteen, and was crouched down over the other. As Don
got closer, he noticed that the other was a little younger, probably
about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was lying on her back
and was totally unconscious, by what he could tell.
"Is that your wrecked buggy up there?" he asked the elder of the
girls.
"Yes sir, it is," she replied to him.
Don went to where she was squatting, and looked at the other girl.
"Tell me what happened, and maybe I can help," he told her. The
girl began to cry as she told him what happened.
"We were in a hurry to get home, and the horses were going too fast.
We hit a hole in the road, and the next thing I know, the carriage was
on its side."
Don guessed that it threw them both out, and then asked the girl if
she was okay. "I am, but my sister hasn't woke up yet," she told him.
She turned to Don and begged him for help. "She needs a doctor!" she
cried.
Don told her to calm down, that he could help them out. As he looked
over the unconscious girl, he began to ask her sister questions.
"What are your names?" he asked.
The young lady told him that her name was Marie and that her sister
was named Ashley. As Don asked more questions, the girl answered as
she held back the tears. She was sixteen, and her little sister had
just turned thirteen the week before. They lived in Mohor, and was
returning from picking up firewood when the accident occurred.
As Don checked Ashley for her breathing and a pulse, Marie began to
ask him some questions of her own.
"Are you from around here?" she asked.
Don told her no, but that he was going to Mohor himself when he saw
the wrecked buggy. Marie then asked him if he was a doctor.
Don, not wanting to completely lie, thought quick on his feet for an
answer.
"No, I'm not a doctor," he answered. "But I have checked out several
girls your ages over the last few days."
The girl, thinking he meant in a "medical" sense, sighed with relief.
She didn't realize that he was actually a forty-year old deviant,
traveling around the countryside, ravishing young teenage girls.
Don really wanted to help the young Ashley, but as he continued his
evaluation, his mind started racing to other things. Instead of seeing
her as the "patient" he was examining, he started to look at her in a
sexual sense. He looked over at Marie, and informed her Ashley would
be okay. He couldn't find any signs of major injury, and hoped
that she was just knocked out by the traumatic wreck.
"But I do need to check her out more thoroughly," he told Marie.
Marie asked what he meant, so Don continued.
"I need to unbutton her blouse and check out her breast," he told her.
Marie thought it was strange. But being a doctor, she thought, he must
have known what he was doing. She reached down and started unbuttoning
Ashley's top, slowly exposing her small, bare breast.
Don was instantly taken by the beautiful girl in front of him. She had
long reddish hair that hung to the middle of her back. She had green
eyes, and the lightest complexion he had ever seen. As Don took her
small breast into his hand, he acted as though he knew what he was
looking for.
"Well, these seem to be okay," he told Marie.
He thought back to the way his little friend Patty felt, comparing
this new teen to her. After a minute, Don could feel his penis begin
to harden. He wanted to see more, and wanted to see it quick.
"We need to remove her dress now," Don told Marie, praying she
wouldn't object or ask why.
Marie didn't say a word, and did as "Dr. Don" requested. As she pulled
the skirt down over her sister's thighs, Don's minor erection blew
up into a major hard on. The sight of this young adolescent laying in
her panties made him lust terribly for her. Don no longer worried
about what Marie would think, and was ready to see the girl naked.
"I'm going to take off her panties now, and check out her private
parts," he said to Marie.
Marie didn't object again, and watched as he pulled down the cotton
panties to Ashley's ankles. Then, with a quick tug, he pulled them
over her feet and tossed them to the side.
Don was astounded at the lack of pubic hair she had. The hairs were
short and curly, so thin he could see through them to her skin.
Ashley's pink lips were puffy and moist, like she was dreaming of
being there nude in front of him.
Don looked back up to Marie, and told her how pretty her little sister
was.
"For 13," he said, "she is a really sexy female".
Marie blushed and told him thank you, but was still concerned for her
sister. As Don massaged and played with the sparse hair on Ashley's
cunt, the young girl started to awaken.
As she came to, she looked at Marie first, then over to Don. Realizing
she was naked, she jumped up and grabbed her dress. As she pulled it
up to her body, covering all that she could, Marie told her it was
okay.
Ashley wasn't sure what to think, but began to relax as Marie told her
what happened. "And this nice man came and helped you wake up!" she
told her sister. Ashley told Don thank you, and stood to her
feet.
"How can we ever repay you?" asked Marie.
Don looked at her, then back over to Ashley. He wasn't ready to leave,
and decided he would try them.
"Should I try to be nice, and seduce them like the others? Or should I
just tell them what I want, and see if they'll go along?" he thought
to himself.
Don decided he didn't have time to dally around too much. He opted for
the latter, and just blurted out to them, "Well, if you really want to
repay me, how about letting me have some of Ashley's young pussy that
I thought was so cute?"
Ashley almost died of embarrassment as Don continued to stare at her.
Marie was older, and wasn't as shocked as her little sister. Marie
knew what men liked, and what they thought about more than anything
else.
Marie looked at Don and said, "But sir, she's only thirteen years old.
Why don't you let me show you how much we appreciate you? I don't
think she would know exactly what to do."
Don thought for a minute, then told Marie, "Well, why don't you show
her then? You can coach her along as I have my way with her."
Marie knew Don wouldn't give up easily, so she told him she would. In
the back of her mind she hoped she would be able to make him cum
before he took Ashley's virginity.
"I'll let Ashley suck him off a little, and maybe even get some manual
or oral pleasure herself. Then I will make him cum and go limp before
he gets to fuck her," she thought to herself.
Marie asked Don if he wanted her to undress also, to which Don
replied, "As long as you're under eighteen, I want to see you naked
also."
Marie smiled and reminded him she was barely sixteen.
"I'm a young one for you too, sir. I'm not thirteen anymore, but I
think I'm young and innocent enough that you will like me," she said.
Marie began to remove her clothes as Don dropped his pants. His cock
already hard as stone, he was ready to begin. He asked Ashley to put
down her dress, then quietly whispered in her ear, "Your young body is
really turning me on Ashley. See my erection? It's all because of you
and your young, tight ass."
Ashley grinned and stood there posing for her soon to be lover. When
Marie was totally nude, she told Don to lie down on his back.
Don laid back as Marie walked Ashley to his side. The girls sat on the
ground next to him, then gave each other a hug.
"You'll do wonderful," Marie told her little sister.
Ashley smiled and watched as Marie reached out and took Don's
throbbing six inch erection in her hand. Marie slowly lowered her head
over it, then looked back at little Ashley.
"This is what you call a blowjob. You suck his cock while you jerk it
up and down," she told her. "Men really love this. When he gets
really excited, you will feel some ooze coming out the end. That is
called precum."
Ashley nodded like she knew what Marie was talking about, but Marie
wanted to make sure.
"Let me show you how to do it," Marie told her, then lowered her mouth
onto Don's awaiting cock.
Don let out a moan as the teenager sank his boner deep into her
throat. She then raised back up, and swirled Don's head around with
her tongue. Don was in heaven as she continued to blow him, better
than he had ever felt in his life. After a few moments, Marie sat up
and asked Ashley if she wanted to try. Don's cock was pounding, and
it was taking everything he could muster not to blow into Marie's
mouth.
Ashley told Marie she would like to try it, and moved over closer to
Don's side. As Don waited for her to start, he started to talk to them
to take his mind off the pleasure. Don found out that Ashley had never
seen a cock before, at least not one in the state his was in.
"I've only seen my father naked a couple of times," she said, "But his
didn't stick up in the air like yours does. It just hung there, limp
and soft looking."
Don was happy that he could show her something new. He eagerly
anticipated the arrival of her mouth wrapping around his manhood.
Ashley reached out and gently took his cock in her hand. As she
squeezed it softly, Marie reached out to help her. Marie wrapped her
hand around Ashley's, then slowly started to move it up and down Don's
shaft.
"This is what they like," she told Ashley, slowly and carefully
guiding her movements.
Don loved the feeling they were giving him. He wanted more, but was
willing to wait till his student felt more comfortable before
demanding anything new.
Ashley began to giggle a bit as her motions caused Don to precum a
little. Don didn't care, and had no embarrassment at what his body
was doing.
Ashley continued for several minutes, gawking at the new toy she had
found. After she had completely memorized every wrinkle.....every
vein.......she slowly lowered her head down toward it and opened her
mouth.
As she engulfed Don's muscle deep into her throat, Marie took Ashley
by the back of her hair. Marie slowly pulled Ashley back, then
pushed her back down, being careful not to choke her little sister on
Don's meat.
"That's it, little sister" Marie told her. "Just keep doing it just
like this. He will love it, and love you for it also".
Marie let go of her sister's hair, but Ashley continued her work. Don
was happy at how fast little Ashley was learning. Though this was her
first blowjob, she was putting Don in heaven. She was coming up to
the top of his cock, and would lightly chew his head until precum
dripped in her mouth. Then she would lower down, taking Don's cock
deep in her throat.
After several minutes, Don knew he was going to explode. He warned the
girls that they better get ready. Marie explained to Ashley what she
should expect.
"Get ready little sister!" she told her. "When he cums, it will be ten
times as much as what you've seen so far!"
Ashley gave her the thumbs up, and continued to suck.
Don waited till he couldn't wait anymore. As the cum ran up his cock
and shot into Ashley's mouth, he screamed up to Marie, "God you've
taught her well! I'm cumming in her little mouth!"
The first spurt pushed Ashley's head back enough that Marie could get
her hand around Don's cock. Marie used her right hand to masturbate
him, then reached behind Ashley's head with her left. As Marie
jacked Don off, globs of cum shot into Ashley's throat. The young
teenager was choking, and trying to pull off. But Marie wouldn't let
her, and gripped her hair tight.
"Swallow it, Ashley!" she screamed to her sister. "Swallow every drop
of his cum!"
Ashley choked it down as best she could, but globs began to run out
the sides of her mouth. Don looked up in time to see the teen's eyes
begin to water as he continued to unload.
When he was done, Don reached out and patted Marie's ass.
"I'm empty now, love," he told her, and watched as she helped Ashley
up.
Marie smiled and looked at her little sister.
"Great job, Ashley. Great job," she told her.
Marie began to tell Ashley what would happen next.
"Now his cock will go limp, and it will ooze that stuff out like it
did at first," she said.
Ashley didn't know what to believe as she looked back over at Don. He
was now sitting up on his elbows, but his cock was still sticking
straight up into the air.
"God DAMN!" yelled Don. "I'm still rock hard!"
Don was ecstatic at his accomplishment. He had never, ever been able
to cum and remain at such an erected state afterwards. He was thrilled
beyond words as he looked down to see his manhood still standing at
attention.
"I guess I'm not quite finished with you girls," he said as he grinned
at them.
Marie took a deep breath, then looked over at Ashley.
"We can't leave him like this," she said. "I guess we are going to
have fuck him till it cums again".
Ashley didn't seem at all upset by her sister's idea. Don could tell
she actually looked forward to what was about to come.
Marie moved up toward Don's face, then bent over and started kissing
him. As the teenager slipped her tongue into his mouth, he felt
"postcum" begin to run out his organ. Marie kissed Don for several
minutes as Ashley looked on. When she removed her lips from his, she
quietly asked him a question.
"Can I crawl up and sit on your face, sir?" she asked.
Don didn't have a chance to answer before she was on top of him,
straddling her young cunt inches above his nose. Don looked straight
up at her pink lips, waiting for her to lower so he could taste how
delightful she was.
As Marie lowered down, Ashley again took hold of Don's cock. She
started blowing him like she had earlier, but this time with a little
more zest.
Don lapped Marie's pussy like a thirsty animal as she rocked her hips
back and forth. He licked her from asshole to clit, making the sixteen
year old moan with pleasure. Don concentrated on eating her, trying
to forget the thirteen year old working between his legs. After a few
moments, Marie told Ashley it was time.
Don reached down with his hand and began to slowly massage Ashley's
ass. He reached around farther, then ran his finger down her slit. The
girl was already wet, and he knew she was ready to make love.
He patted Marie's ass lightly, and as she raised a bit, he told her he
wanted to fuck Ashley.
"Let me part those young pussy lips with my cock!" he pleaded.
Marie told him he could, but only if she could remain on his face, and
have an orgasm herself. Don loved tasting her, and didn't want her to
get up either.
"Okay," he told her, and then kissed her pussy very lightly.
Marie stood off of Don, then turned around toward his cock. She
lowered her crotch back on his face, putting her pussy on his mouth,
with her asshole right at his nose. Don started eating her again,
letting her juice saturate his face as he did. Marie had Ashley squat
over his cock, then slowly lower down onto it. He could hear Marie
talking to Ashley, telling her how it would feel. But with her thighs
squeezing his ears, it was hard to make out every word. As he
continued to eat Marie's pussy, he felt her hand grab hold of his
cock. Within seconds, a pressure was pushing on the tip, then he felt
a wet warmth swallow his head.
He heard Ashley moan as she lowered herself down. Her pussy was as
tight as Patty's, but somehow this was different. She was on top now,
and it was up to her to take him in. He was tempted to thrust his hips
forward, but he wanted to give her a chance. After his cock was buried
in about four inches, he heard Marie tell Ashley to take a deep
breath. He felt Ashley raise up a little, then suddenly slam down to
his balls. Her pussy was so tight, Don wanted to yell out in
pleasure. But the sixteen year old twat on his face muffled his
moans.
In what seemed like forever, Ashley just sat there, getting used to
the manhood inside her. Don was pleased when he felt her start to
move, actually fucking him back. Marie was about to cum, and Don knew
it by the amount of juice she had released. As he pounded his hips
upward into the young Ashley, he chewed on her sister's pointed clit.
Ashley was enjoying herself, but was too inexperienced to have a good
orgasm. But he wanted her to enjoy it, making her first time her
best. Don rocked his hips with the girl, and then suddenly Marie
started to scream.
"I'm going to cum! I'm cumming! Oh SHITTTTT, I'M CUMMMMMMING!" she
yelled.
Don bit down hard on her clit as Marie continued to scream. Within
seconds, Don felt a flood of pussy juice flow into his mouth as his
own cum boiled upward. Marie reached her orgasm at the same time as
Don, then fell to the ground next to him. As Don made his final pokes
into Ashley, she massaged her own tits as she bounced up and down.
Ashley was a quiet fuck, not saying much at all. It turned Don on
tremendously at how well she just concentrated on the task at
hand. As Marie laid next to Don, waiting on his hard-on to
deteriorate, she began to tell him, "You eat pussy better than
ANYONE, sir. My pussy really cummed a whole lot, didn't it seem that
way to you?"
Don smiled and told her thank you, and that she had came a perfect
amount. Ashley looked down between her legs, and then over to Marie.
"I think it's done now," she said, referring to his shrunken cock
inside her.
Marie nodded yes to her, that Don was now finished. She helped Ashley
off, then back over to Don's side. The girls giggled as Don's limp
cock fell to the side, still gushing cum out onto his leg. Marie then
had Ashley squat down, and got up behind her. She reached underneath
her sister, who was as curious as Don was at what Marie was doing.
Marie reached underneath and opened up Ashley's pussy, then with the
other hand reached around and massaged her stomach, just above her
sparse pubic hair.
"You don't want to get a thirteen year old pregnant, do you sir,?"
Marie asked as a glob of Don's cum dripped to the ground.
Don told her no, that it probably wouldn't be in his best interest,
and thanked her for helping him out.
"I'm sorry," he told them. "I just couldn't force myself to pull it
out. Her young, tight pussy felt so good, I was willing to take my
chances."
Marie giggled and told him it was okay.
"That's what big sisters are for, isn't it? Keeping their little
sisters out of trouble?" she asked him.
Don grinned, then reached out and kissed the two girls on the cheeks.
The three of them ran around nude for several hours, playing games and
goofing off some. They enjoyed looking at each other's bodies, and Don
felt proud he could teach Ashley all she needed to know.
Don decided it was time to leave, so the three of them got dressed. He
offered them a ride to their home, but Marie turned him down.
"We shouldn't take rides from strangers," she joked. "They might try
to rape us, being a couple of young, helpless girls".
Don laughed loudly as he mounted his horse and rode out of sight.
"What a night!" he thought as he continued his journey.
Chapter 9/As Elvis Said, TCB (Takin' Care Of Business)...
Don realized that he was falling behind schedule. He knew he didn't
have any more time to waste, so he looked at his map again.
"I'll go directly to Foxford now, and not stop until I reach Neirbo's
castle," he thought to himself.
Before long, he found himself just inside the edge of the dark forest.
He was surrounded by mountains, and decided to climb the tallest one
he could see.
When Don reached the top, he broke through some brush, and looked at
the valley below. Down at the bottom was a gigantic castle, twice as
large as the one in Kilkenny. But unlike King Joseph's castle,
this one was very dark and uninviting. Don decided to rest and get
some sleep before he attacked. He wanted to be able to give his all,
and knew that's what it would take to rescue the princess safely.
Don walked to a level spot on the side of the mountain, and made a
pallet to sleep on. He slept for several hours before awaking, then
returned to the peak. Don sat at the edge of the Dark Forest
overlooking Neirbo's castle. He could sense the evil protruding from
it, making his nerves shake his body like it was a cold night. Don
looked at the map of the chambers that the blacksmith had given
him. As he studied the map, he found a passage leading underneath the
castle, into a room marked only as "guest".
"Strange place for guest quarters," he thought. And then he realized
the word "guest" could take on another meaning.
"*This* is where they must have the princess enslaved," he thought.
It was early in the morning, and as Don sat in the fog he waited
patiently. He knew the troops would be coming out shortly.
They had their usual routines and duties they always went by. Half of
the men would go into the local towns, looting and collecting the
"king's" taxes. The other half would go to the north, to train
and practice their weaponry. He knew this would be his best chance to
enter the castle, and save the young girl.
"I'll give them some time to clear, then sneak in and take the
princess away," he told himself.
After several hours of waiting, a horn sounded and the drawbridge
began to slowly lower. Troops on horse, wagons, and foot cheered as
they crossed the moat and started their work.
Once they cleared, Don began to sneak down to the castle, slowly as
possible so he would not be seen. The drawbridge was left down,
with two sentries watching the entrance. Alligators swam in the water
below. Don crawled underneath the bridge, sliding closer and closer to
the guards.
When he was directly underneath them, he drew his sword and struck.
His blade sliced through the leg of the first guard, putting him into
instant shock. As the guard fell and started to spout blood from his
wound, Don jumped up on top of the bridge and swung at the other
soldier. Again, his blade cut through the man like a heated knife
through lard. Don pushed his body off into the moat, then turned back
to the first victim. He plunged his sword into his chest, then tossed
him off as he did the other. As the bodies sank into the water, the
alligators pulled them under swiftly, removing all evidence of an
invasion.
Don had memorized the map, and swiftly ran down a near hallway to a
secret doorway. He rubbed his hands on the wall looking for a
switch, and after only moments of searching finally found it. He
flipped the small lever, and watched as the wall spun around, opening
up another corridor. As he ran inside, he pushed the wall closed
again, then headed down into the dark.
Several hundred yards away he could see a large door, with a small
beam of light escaping from underneath. Don approached it as slowly
and quietly as he could. When he was directly in front of the door, he
pressed his ear to it, trying to hear any commotion inside.
Don was praying he would arrive to the princess before Neirbo did. His
heart sank as he heard screams coming from the other side.
"Am I too late? Have they already...?"
The thought was too much for him to bear. Don decided either way
he could not let them kill her.
Don drew his sword which had protected him so well on his way. He
pulled out the crystal ball, and called out to his friend Gabriel.
"I think I'm too late!" he cried.
Gabriel appeared as he promised he would, telling him "It's not too
late, Don, but there are only seconds left."
Don nodded and placed the crystal ball back into his pouch. He had
come so far, and been through so much. Any stop on his journey he
could return to, and have any fantasies he desired for the rest of his
life. But there was something that drove him. Something that made him
want Princess Amy's safety above his own lusts.
Gripping his sword as tightly as he could, he drew back and kicked the
giant door with all his might. As the door swung open, slamming
against the rock wall, Don burst inside. He froze as he looked ahead,
seeing eleven men surrounding the princess.
Don stood silently as he looked on. Princess Amy was laying nude on
the table in front of him, with her hands and feet chained to each
corner. She was more beautiful that any portrait of her could
ever portray. Don looked her over quickly as the other men stood in
shock at his intrusion.
Amy was about 5'2'', and he guessed she weighed close to 110 pounds.
Her hair was longer now than he remembered, with her golden locks
hanging to the middle of her back. Even through her tears of fear he
could see her bright, glowing green eyes.
As his eyes worked their way down the teen's body, he saw her
perfectly shaped breasts. Measuring in at 34b, with nipples the
size of quarters and little eraser sized points, Don thought they
were perfect.
Don continued down her body, next stopping to stare at her tight, flat
stomach. As she worked to pull away, he could see her muscles flexing.
Don couldn't stop looking at the princess. As he went down below her
stomach he anticipated seeing her pubic hair.
"I know she has to be a natural blonde. Surely they didn't color their
hair this long ago," he said to himself. Don imagined how soft it
would look. He guessed her hairs would be about a quarter of an
inch long, and curled up tightly to her skin. "Probably going to be
very light, light brown," he thought.
Don's eyes kept getting lower, but there was still no hair in sight.
Suddenly he could see her crack, completely exposed for all to see. It
was time for battle, and his heart was pounding.
But now it was more from the sight of Amy, than from the fight he
would endure. Amy's pussy was totally bald. It was shaved clean, and
kept pure by her guardians.
He wondered down her crack, praying she would open her legs for him.
His wish came true as Amy kicked out at her captors. It was only for a
second, but Don got to see the young girl's pink folds, covering the
entrance he so desired to penetrate.
Don took one final glance down to her muscular legs, all of this sight
taking less time than two quick breaths, then looked up at Neirbo.
"You will die for this injustice!" he screamed, and then raised his
sword and charged at the soldiers.
Neirbo ordered his men to attack, and each pulled out his own weapon.
Don yelled as he lunged toward the first. He blocked a swift strike
from his right, then spun and ran his sword down the man's chest. The
enemy's dead body dropped to the ground, chest wound spurting, as Don
jabbed his sword into the second to attack, killing him with a clean
blow to the heart.
Neirbo was furious, screaming at his soldiers to kill Don.
"Kill this fucking intruder! Off with his head!" he yelled.
Don went back on the offensive with the next kidnapper, swinging his
sword lower than the soldier expected; the slash quickly removing both
his legs below the knees. Two now attacked Don from the front, but as
he retreated he was able to kill another with a fast slash to the
man's throat.
When he was cornered, Don thought about what he learned as a child.
"Get low, get down, and get out," he said to himself.
Don squatted down, springing forward at the same time. In an instant,
he was standing behind the two soldiers, sword raised high in the
air. Don closed his eyes for a moment and, with a mighty blow, rammed
his sword through both of their bodies.
Within minutes, Don had killed the other four guards - all with single
blows of his sword - as Amy cried out.
"I'll kill her!" he heard Neirbo say. "Drop your sword!"
Don turned around to see Neirbo standing next to the princess, with a
large dagger to her throat. He kept eye contact with Neirbo as he took
a couple of steps closer.
"Don't come any closer!" Neirbo screamed, pressing the blade closer to
Amy's soft skin.
Don didn't say a word, but focused his attention on Amy. He looked
into her eyes, hoping she would understand what he wanted. Everything
was moving in slow motion to him now, like he was outside his own body
looking into the room.
Don made a small head gesture to the bound princess, praying she would
react as he planned.
Amy's eyes cut through Don, as if she were talking to him
telepathically.
"On three....ready, sir?" he thought he heard her say.
Neirbo was screaming at Don, but all he could hear was silence.
Suddenly, he heard a faint voice.
"One," it said, then a long pause.
"Two," Don heard again.
"Three!" the voice said a little louder.
Don jumped toward Neirbo, swinging his sword with all his might. At
exactly the same instant, Amy pulled her head back, relieving the
pressure of the knife off her skin. She moved her head to her left
quickly as Neirbo sliced downward.
Neirbo screamed as he missed her, his blade passing through air a
scant inch beside Amy's neck then looked back at Don.
Don's sword swiftly cut through Neirbo's neck with a single swish,
beheading him instantly.
"Noooo!" cried Neirbo as his head and body fell to the floor. The only
sound in the room was the large dagger hitting the ground, followed
by gasping and convulsions from the head and corpse.
Don dropped his sword, and sat on the floor as Princess Amy began to
cry.
"I knew you would save me!" she told him. "I knew you wouldn't let
me down!"
Don rested for a moment, catching his breath and regaining his
composure. After a minute, he stood up and walked over to Amy.
"Let me get you down," he told her.
After he unchained her hands, the princess helped him remove her feet.
Don picked up his sword as Amy got dressed. In the corner was the long
white dress he had seen her wear in the painting back in his time. She
pulled it over her head, then told him, "Let's go. We better hurry!"
Don took her hand as they ran down the corridor leading back to the
main part of the castle. When they got to the end, he slowly looked
around the corner, then pulled her in behind him.
"We're almost out," he told the princess.
Amy followed as Don led her down several halls and out into the
courtyard. As they ran across the moat and back toward the forest, Don
looked over his shoulder.
"No one saw us!" he yelled.
As soon as they were out of sight from the castle, Amy wrapped her
arms around him tightly, giving him a hug like he'd never had.
"Thank you for saving me, sir. Thank you so much," she told him.
As they walked down the trail toward home, Amy asked Don what his name
was, and where he was from. Don explained to her that he was from
America, but was on a vacation in Ireland when she contacted him.
Don asked her how she spoke with him through the pond, to which Amy
replied, "I have a little magic of my own that I've picked up. I knew
I could get through in the pond, but was hoping it would be to someone
in my own time. I didn't think that anyone who didn't know me, or
had nothing to lose by my death, would help me."
Don smiled and replied, "How could I turn down someone so beautiful?"
As the couple reached Don's horse, he sat Amy on it first. Don got
behind her, then kicked the horse's sides.
"We better hurry," said Don. We have to get you back for your
crowning."
Chapter 10/Lead Me Not Into Temptation...
Don and Princess Amy rode for several hours, not saying much on the
way. Amy explained to him that as soon as he got around the Dark
Forest, that her magic could be used to transport them back.
"Another few days and we should be within range," she said.
Don looked over his shoulder and smiled, ready to get her back, but
not ready to lose the company of his new friend.
Both were getting tired, and the horse needed some rest. Don asked Amy
if she would mind stopping for the night. Princess Amy told him no,
that she needed some rest also.
"I haven't slept in days," she told him.
They rode several yards off the trail, and Don pulled out his map of
the forest.
"There's a lake here to water the horse with," he said, so they
decided to retire close to it.
Don unpacked his bags and set up a tent while Amy looked around. Not
much was said as they made a small fire and ate their dinner.
As it began to get dark, Don laid back and rolled the bag up, using it
as a pillow. "We better get some sleep," he told her.
Amy told him she was tired also, but first wanted to get cleaned up a
bit. She stood up and walked down toward the pond while Don watched
her every step.
Amy had been gone for several minutes when Don decided he better go
looking for her. He didn't think anyone followed them, but he
wanted to be certain.
"I've been through so much to get here, I don't want to blow it now,"
he thought to himself. With Neirbo's death, the likelihood of being
followed was minimal, given the fact his soliders no longer had their
leader. He wondered how long the soldiers would remain in the castle
now that they did not have their master's magic to protect them and
terrorize the countryside.
Don walked through the thick brush toward the pond. As he approached,
he heard water splashing as if someone was kicking their feet in it.
When he got close enough to see, he looked closely at what was in
front of him.
Amy was swimming in the pond, and as Don looked around, he saw her
dress hanging from a bush. His heart pounded as he realized she was
swimming in the nude.
"Come on in with me!" she yelled out to him.
After all Don had been through, being with Princess Amy would have put
all the other girls to shame. He wanted her dearly, but he knew he
couldn't violate her. Don thought for a moment, pondering whether he
could keep his hands off the young girl. His mind raced as he thought
of her body.
But, finally, he decided to get on in.
"I can control myself," he thought, and then he jumped out of his
clothes as quickly as possible.
As he walked toward the water, Princess Amy began to giggle at him.
Don looked down to where her eyes were peering, and realized he had a
massive hard on. He gasped, then panic ran through his mind.
"Am I enough man for her?" he thought. "Can I satisfy her young lust?"
Don's mind raced as he felt insignificant for the first time. He knew
he couldn't fuck Amy, but he wanted her to at least want him.
Finally his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her voice again.
"Damn, Don, I thought after all you've been through the last few days,
that you wouldn't get hard so easily," she said, as casually as though
she were a girl from his own time.
Don smiled, but was puzzled at how she knew.
"How do you know what's been going on, Princess?" he asked her.
Amy looked back at him and answered, "Well, you have done so much for
me, that I wanted to use some of my magic to make your trip
enjoyable."
Don returned to her with a sigh.
"So all those young ladies have been your magic, not their own true
lust? And I bet they were actually older women, but you made them
appear to be teens to me, didn't you?" he asked.
Amy laughed and told him, "Don, I have the power to make people do
what they really want to do in their hearts. I DON'T have the power
to make them appear as something they're not."
Don said "Whoa!" to himself with this knowledge, and smiled as she
continued.
"All of those girls were actually the exact age they told you they
were. And they all really wanted to do what they did. I just gave them
the courage it took them to go through with it."
Don was happy at what she was telling him. He looked down to see his
erection still standing at attention.
"So you're promising me that I actually got pussy off of real thirteen
year olds?" he asked.
Amy smiled and told him "yes," that they were the sweet, innocent
girls that he thought they were.
As Don stood on the edge of the lake, Amy continued to swim. He
wondered about so many things, and it took him several minutes to work
up the courage to ask her.
"How did you know....well.....what taste I had in women? I mean, the
thing about teenagers?" he finally asked.
Amy laughed again and told him she saw it in his eyes.
"I can look into a person's eyes, and see their deepest desires," she
said.
Don was embarrassed now, because if it was true, then she must know
what was on his mind now. He wanted her badly, but knew he couldn't
have her. Yet.
Amy peered into Don's eyes, then stood up in the water. The waves just
covered her breasts, and her long blonde hair floated lightly on the
water's surface.
"I know what you need now," she told him. "But we can't do that just
yet. But you can always fantasize about me all you want."
Don gulped and wondered how he would ever get rid of his hard on. As
Amy began to walk out of the water, precum began to drip from his
head.
As Amy approached him, Don couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was
so beautiful. So young and innocent. But she had plans for him, and he
knew she would please him.
As she got closer and closer, Don listened carefully as she whispered
to him.
"Take your penis in your hand, Don" she said. "Stroke it lightly, and
pretend that it's me doing it."
Don couldn't resist her, and did as she instructed. As he stroked
himself, she ordered him to lie down on his back.
Don laid in the soft sand, cock sticking straight up in the air, held
tight by his right hand. Amy walked over to him and stood naked as he
continued to masturbate.
"Don, stroke it a little faster now. Don't be embarrassed. I want to
watch you make yourself cum," she told him.
Don picked up the pace, rapidly tugging his rod as she looked on. He
couldn't believe he was doing this in front of her. Don had been
masturbating regularly since he was twelve, but never had another
person seen him do it.
As Don worked himself, he stared at Amy's beautiful body. Her nipples
were erect, and her bald pussy gleamed with moisture. She was excited
by his masturbation, but he still longed for her to do it for him. Amy
could tell Don needed more, so she bent down by his side.
"Let me talk to you while you masturbate for me," she told him. "I bet
I can make you cum very quickly."
Don smiled in agreement, and paused for only a moment. He let go of
his cock just long enough to wipe the precum that continued to ooze
down his muscular shaft. When he started again, Amy started to
whisper, then got a little louder as she told him what she wanted.
"Jack that beautiful cock off for me, Don. Make it cum for me!
Masturbate and pretend it is me giving you the hand job, fucking you
with my tiny little palm!"
Don loved her accent, and her filthy words even more. He lost all
embarrassment as she repeated to him, "That's it love, jackoff for
your lover. I'm your sixteen year old whore, here to make you cum. Tug
that massive penis until you spray your load onto your chest. Work the
head until it's purple with delight!"
Don was about to lose it, and knew he would be cumming soon. He looked
back at her and said, "Keep talking Amy. Tell me what to do. Tell me
when to cum!"
Amy smiled as she carried on.
"Keep going Don. Jack off fast. Make that cock swell up hard. Make
yourself rock hard for me. Get it harder than it's ever been! Okay,
keep going. Keep jacking off! Don't stop. You're about to cum. I know
you can do it. Don't be shy. Shoot your cum all over yourself!"
Don was pushed over the edge, and lost the first shot. It sprang out
to the left, and landed on the ground next to him. Amy put her
face right in front of his, and coached her lover some more.
"Aim toward your chest, Don! Aim it up and try to catch it in your
mouth!" she screamed.
Don shot another wad, this time doing as he was told. The glob of
white liquid landed on his stomach with a splat. Amy laughed and told
him as another squirt was about to be released, "One more shot toward
your face Don! Make this one land in your mouth! Pretend you're
cumming all over *my* face! Shoot it long and far for me! I want to
see your cum blow!"
Don grunted as the third spray jumped from his penis, landing on his
chest, directly centered between his nipples.
Amy cheered as he slowed his pace, cum still dripping out the tip.
"That was great, Don! I wondered how high you could shoot it!" she
told him.
As Don squeezed the last few drops from his organ, Amy laid down next
to him, putting her head on his chest.
"I'm glad you understand why I couldn't help you," she told him.
"Thank you for not attacking me. You have a perfect cock, and seem to
be in very good sexual shape. I'm surprised you could shoot so much,
after the week you have had."
Don whispered into her ear as she drifted to sleep, "I could never
hurt you. I want you bad, but I can wait till you're able."
Chapter 11/...For I Can Find It Myself!!
The next day, Don awoke with Amy in his arms. They had to be leaving,
so he woke her up also, then helped her get dressed for their
long journey home.
The lovers rode for a couple of days, stopping only to take cat naps
on the way. After two days of this, Don knew they both needed some
rest. When they got to the nearest town, Don guided the horse off the
trail.
"How about if we stop here?" he asked the Princess.
Amy didn't object, and jumped off the horse. They made dinner
together, then sat around the fire talking for a while. No one had
followed since they had escaped Neirbo's castle.
Amy told Don that she needed to clean up again, and went out looking
for a pond. Don waited patiently for the princess to return. After
several minutes, Amy came back and informed him that she had found
one, and the water seemed very warm. "I think it's an underground
spring," she told him.
Don smiled and told her to go on, that he would go bathe when she
returned. Amy turned to walk away, then looked back at him.
"Well, sir, can I ask you something?" she asked.
Don told her of course, that she could ask anything of him, anytime
she desired.
Amy blushed, then held up a straight razor.
"I took this from your pouch, Don. I really, really need to
shave," she told him.
Don told her it was okay, that she could use anything of his she
needed. Amy blushed even more, then said in her shy sixteen year old
voice, "But sir, I have never shaved myself before. My nursemaids have
always done it for me".
Don realized what she was saying, and offered to help without
hesitation. Amy didn't say a word as she tossed him the razor and
headed toward the pond.
Don got up and followed, arriving only moments after the princess did.
When he came through the brush, he saw Amy laying on her back nude
at the edge of the water.
"Will you really shave my pussy for me, sir?" she asked him.
Don answered with a hearty "Hell yes!", and walked over to the naked
teen lying in the sand. He got on his knees, then slowly spread her
legs open. As he moved over between her legs, he promised her he
would be careful.
Amy laid her head back and closed her eyes as Don splashed water onto
her body. With her nipples hard and erect, Amy waited for him to
begin.
Don looked closely at the young pussy in front of him. Amy's hairs
were barely protruding through her skin, a sixteenth of an inch long
at best. They seemed to be very light brown, and very spread
out. Her pussy lips were very pink, and as puffy as any he had ever
seen. They appeared to be a little swollen, but nothing unnatural he
thought.
Don took the razor and pressed it firmly to Amy's lower stomach, just
on top of where the shadow began. As he slowly raked downward, the
tiny hairs easily swept off onto the razor.
As Don helped the princess out, he began to talk to her. Amy laid back
and listened as he said, "God, I've never shaved a woman before. I've
never even seen a shaved one in person! And I've sure never seen a
bald pussy on a sixteen year old."
Amy giggled as he continued. "Princess Amy, your pussy is very, very
pretty. Your pink lips turn me on very much. I can see your little
clit poking out a tad, as if it's telling me to bite it."
Don loved the way she didn't mind him talking nasty to her. It turned
him on that the young girl wasn't embarrassed at his lust for her. He
kept talking as he ran the razor over her soft skin again.
"God, I'm so horny. I fucked those young girls, but they at least had
a little hair on their muffs. I love the way your soft skin feels.
It's so white, and so smooth. I want to see inside those pussy
lips. I want to see your vagina, and feel how tight it is. I wish I
could spread your sixteen year old pussy apart right now, and taste
the juice that is running down your crack."
Don took care of the top of her pussy, then wanted to make sure he
hadn't missed any hairs. He ran his thumbs down each side of her puffy
lips, feeling for sticks as he stroked the skin. She was smooth as she
could be, and Don knew he was finished.
"That was easy," he told her as he continued to massage around her
hole.
"Well, there's not a lot there!" Amy quipped, then began to laugh.
Don didn't want to leave her yet, because he could feel himself
getting hard for her again. He decided to ask her some questions, and
see what she would say. The first question he thought of was how often
did she shave. Amy replied that normally she has them do it every
other day for her, because she has to keep it perfectly bald.
Don talked to the teen for a while, then followed her into the water.
As Amy bathed in front of him, Don masturbated again, but this time
underneath the cover of water. When they were both clean, they got
out of the water and started walking back to their camp.
Amy walked in front of Don as he watched her tight, young ass wiggle
in the moonlight. She was perfect, he thought, and he lusted for her
young body more than any he ever had anyone's before.
When they were almost back to camp, Don felt like he had to piss, so
he told Amy to continue and he would catch up. She knew what he was
doing, and as Don walked over to a tree, she followed right behind
him.
"I got to piss!" he told her, holding his cock in his hand.
Amy just said, "Okay", and continued to stand there staring at him.
Don realized she was not going to leave, so he looked down and found a
good spot to aim. Before he could release, he felt the teenager's
breasts touching his back. When he looked over his shoulder, Amy was
standing there grinning, then she told him to move his hand out of her
way. Don dropped his cock, and then felt Amy's small hand wrap around
it.
"But, Amy!" he said to her. "You're not supposed to touch me there!
And if I get hard, I'll never be able to piss!"
Amy gripped his dick tighter, then looked him in the eyes.
"I can't touch you in a 'sexual' way," she said. "But I don't think me
helping you aim your cock counts as that! And don't get hard on me. I
just want to help you pee."
Don thought they might be pushing their luck, but the warm feeling of
the teen's hand holding his penis was too much.
"Sounds cool to me!" he blurted out, then relaxed and began to piss.
Amy stood behind him with her left arm around his side. Don kept his
hands at his side as he pissed out into the woods. Amy began to
giggle, then aimed it all different directions, laughing as Don
sprayed out into the grass.
When Don's stream began to play out, Amy stroked her hand up and down
his shaft a couple of times. The last bit of piss dripped to the
ground as Amy gave him one final shake.
"Finished?" she asked him.
"Finished!" he replied.
They went back to camp, and slept throughout the night together. The
next morning when they awoke, Don and Amy continued their long
journey.
Chapter 12/Nice Room Service You Have Here, Ma'am...
After another day of riding, they failed to see another person on the
deserted trail. Don told Amy about his life, and his time as they
traveled. Amy told Don all about herself, and what it was like being
a princess.
They finally approached a small village, and decided to go see who all
lived there.
"This is close enough to my kingdom that some people might recognize
me," Amy told Don as they rode into the town.
Don asked if that were okay, and Amy told him yes.
"Remember Don, I should be dead. A lot of people think I won't be
coming back," she said. "We can let the word start around that I will
be crowned queen in a matter of days."
Don thought the sound of queen seemed strange. Princess was okay, but
queen sounded so old. "But she will still be the same cute teen to
me," he thought to himself.
As they rode through the town, most of the friendly Irish people waved
and said hello to the strangers. Don would nod and say hello, as Amy
waved to them like she was in a parade.
Suddenly, a short gentleman of about forty years recognized Amy.
"It's the princess! It's the princess!" he yelled as a large crowd
began to gather.
Don was a supervisor at work, but never got the respect he deserved.
American employees show little respect for themselves, and generally
none for their bosses. So the way they were acting made Don feel like
a king himself.
As a crowd gathered, cheering for Amy, Don stuck his chest out a
little farther. The villagers asked Amy how she was saved, and she
told them about Don's selfless adventure.
"This is the knight who single handedly rescued me," she told them.
"He put his life on the line to save his princess, not thinking twice
about his own safety".
Don blushed as the crowd began to chant, "Hip hip! Hurray! Hip hip
hurray!" They reached out and touched his legs, not trying to harm
him, but just to say they had done it.
Don was amazed at the attention he was receiving. All of the people he
had met so far on his journey were so meek and so poor. Amy seemed to
be the same way, but as he looked at her, he could feel that she loved
the "power" that she had. Don didn't mind, but worried she might
forget him. Amy seemed like a different girl now. What started
out as a helpless teenager begging for his assistance, now was a woman
being praised and followed by thousands.
Don wanted reassurance that she wouldn't forget him, so he politely
asked her a question.
"Amy, you seem so different now," he said. "You're not too important
now to remember how much I care for you, are you?"
Amy looked Don directly in the eyes and told him, "God no, silly. I
will never forget you. I will never be too important to ignore
you. You saved my life, and I will ALWAYS remember that," she
said. "The reason I act like this now is I am a princess, about to be
queen for these people. I HAVE to be strong, to be able to lead them.
But when I'm alone with you, I can be just myself. That is much more
important to me".
Don smiled as she kissed him on the cheek, then dismounted the horse.
Within seconds, the crowd led her to the center of the village,
begging for her to give a speech. Amy did as they wished, telling them
that Neirbo was dead, and she was returning to take the crown.
She gave Don lots of praise, telling the crowd how brave he was. She
told them of her future plans, and what she felt like the kingdom
could become, with enough hard work of course.
The crowd cheered so much, that it took Amy several minutes to give a
two minute speech. They were so happy to see her alive, they couldn't
help but show their excitement.
After Amy had finished her speech, she and Don walked through the
crowd, shaking hands and receiving praise. Over an hour passed, and
Amy began to get tired. She found a nice couple that appeared
to be in their 30's, and asked if she could stay at their hut. The
couple was excited that they were picked out of all the other
villagers. They told her "no problem", that she was welcome to stay.
Amy and Don followed the couple to their house as the crowd walked
with them. When they arrived, Amy asked the people to return to their
homes, that she needed some rest before continuing.
As the crowd dispersed, Amy and Don were invited into the hut. When
they walked in, the couple sat them down at a table. They introduced
themselves as the O'Reillys, and told them that they had a
daughter named Marlie.
As Don listened to Amy talk to the couple, he noticed a young teen
walk into the room. "Oh, this is Marlie!" said Mrs. O'Reilly.
Don stood and introduced himself. He looked her up and down as she
said hello back to him. Marlie was a picture of her mother. Both had
long, black hair, and the darkest eyes he had ever seen. Amy asked
Mrs. O'Reilly how old Marlie was, and was told that she was fifteen.
Amy smiled and told the O'Reillys that she was sixteen now, but her
birthday was only a few days earlier.
Mrs. O'Reilly fixed them all dinner, then everyone went to the den for
desert. As Don, Amy, Marlie, and the couple sat around talking, Mrs.
O'Reilly asked Princess Amy if she needed anything else. Amy informed
her no, but that Don probably did. Don didn't know what he needed
himself, and sat silent as Amy looked at the O'Reillys.
"My friend Don here has had a long, hard journey. I am unable to take
care of all his needs, and think you might be able to help," she told
them.
Don blushed as Amy continued. "I am unable to have sex with him, and I
think he is really needing some tonight. Do you think you can assist
him, and let him have a good time?"
Don almost passed out when Amy asked them. He had been staring at the
O'Reilly ladies all evening, but didn't think Amy had noticed.
Mrs. O'Reilly looked at her husband, who nodded an approving okay.
"Sure, I can take care of him," she told Amy, and stood up and walked
over to Don. Amy smiled and told her thank you, but it was probably
not her that he wanted.
"His tastes are a little different, Mrs. O'Reilly," she said. "I think
he would like it much more if he could have your daughter".
Don was ready to run out of the room, and couldn't believe Amy even
asked them. He was taken back as Mr. and Mrs. O'Reilly approved.
"Princess Amy," Mrs. O'Reilly said, "Anyone who would save our
queen-to-be can have anything they want from this household. I will go
back there with Marlie, and maybe we both can satisfy him."
As Mrs. O'Reilly and Marlie took Don's hands and led him to a back
bedroom, Mr. O'Reilly finally spoke up.
"Take care of his needs well, ladies," he told them. "This will be the
proudest moment in our family's name".
Amy continued her conversation with Mr. O'Reilly as Marlie closed the
door to the bedroom. Marlie led Don to her bed, then stood in front of
him with her mother.
"Are you ready, Sir Don?" she asked him.
Don told her yes, then said to them both, "You don't have to do this,
you know. I can wait until another time".
Mrs. O'Reilly looked back at him, and replied, "I know, but fucking
you will be our honor. We want to satisfy every desire that you have".
Don just sat there as Mrs. O'Reilly and Marlie faced each other. The
ladies reached out and helped unbutton each other's blouses. Don
smiled as they began to remove them, then unsnapped their bras for
him.
As the ladies stood there topless, Don felt his erection growing
harder by the second. Mrs. O'Reilly helped Marlie remove her dress,
then pulled down her panties to her ankles. Marlie did the same to her
mother, then looked over at Don.
"What would you like, sir?" she asked the hero.
"Anything you feel like doing," he told the young teenager.
Mrs. O'Reilly helped Don stand up, then began to untie his pants. She
stood behind him, then pulled them down to his ankles as Marlie got on
her knees in front of him. Don looked down and watched as the girl put
his cock in her mouth, then slid it deep into her throat.
"Oh yes," Don sighed as Mrs. O'Reilly massaged his ass. As her
daughter continued to suck him, she helped Don out of his shirt, then
reached around to his balls. Marlie kept sucking Don as her mother
took a testicle into each hand. As she softly squeezed them, rolling
them around in her hands, she asked him, "Do you like the way my young
daughter sucks your cock?"
Don grunted a yes as he laid his head back in pleasure. After a few
moments, Mrs. O'Reilly had him lay on the bed, then Marlie got on top
of him.
"Want to eat some young pussy?" Marlie asked as she crawled up to
Don's head.
Don didn't object, and waited patiently for her to smother him. As she
lowered her hips down onto his face, he used his tongue to part the
young pussy in front of him.
Marlie rocked her hips back and forth as Don continued to give her
oral pleasure. Mrs. O'Reilly started sucking his cock, doing it as
good as her daughter had. When precum began to leak into her mouth,
Mrs. O'Reilly had Marlie crawl off of Don. The ladies kissed all over
his body, starting at the top and working their way down. Don felt a
woman on each ear, nibbling his earlobe, and panting so he could hear
it.
With one on each side, they kissed down his neck, then onto his chest.
Each girl took a nipple into their mouth, and sucked it till it
was hard. Then they kissed down his stomach, and circled his cock.
Don felt them continue down his legs, then to his feet. Each then
started sucking his toes. Don's body was as relaxed as it had ever
been as they started working back up. Within seconds, there was a pair
of lips engulfing each ball. As precum dripped down his shaft, the
ladies began to take turns licking his cock clean, then swallowing it
just a tad. Don was about to cum, and Mrs. O'Reilly was aware of it.
"Do you want us to jack you off, or do you want some pussy?" she asked
him.
Don quietly requested the pussy, and Mrs. O'Reilly did as he said. She
had Marlie sit next to him as Don lay on his back. Mrs. O'Reilly then
crawled over his erection, and put it up to her cunt. As she slid down
onto him, Don felt the warmth of her juice encasing his cock.
"Oh yes!" yelled Don as she slammed down to his balls. Mrs. O'Reilly
began to fuck him like a grown woman does, using her pussy muscles to
increase her man's pleasure.
Don listened carefully to Marlie, who began to tell her mother, "Good
job mom! Good job! Fuck him mom! I've never seen you fuck anyone! I
bet you're making him feel wonderful!"
Mrs. O'Reilly rode Don till he told her he was about to cum. When he
warned her, she slowly crawled off his cock, then told her young
daughter to take her place.
"Marlie," she said, "Get on him, and fuck him till he cums."
Marlie did as she was told, and crawled onto the six-inch erection in
front of her. She reached down between her legs and opened
herself up, then slowly worked her cunt onto his rod. Don moaned, as
did Marlie, when the teenager slid down farther and farther.
Don began to thrust his hips upward into the young girl. Marlie
screamed with each jolt, yelling "oh, oh, oh" with his pace. Mrs.
O'Reilly asked him how much longer he could last, to which Don
replied, "Any second, and I'm going to bust in her tight, young twat!"
Don was surprised when Mrs. O'Reilly got up and ran from the room. But
he wasn't about to stop pounding the young girl straddling his
cock. His concentration was briefly broken as he heard several voices
come back into the room.
As he looked over at them, he saw Princess Amy and the O'Reillys
watching him. Amy was the first to speak, and told him, "Go ahead Don,
fuck her good. Feel that tight pussy. Cum into her cunt!"
Don wasn't shy in front of Mrs. O'Reilly, but was embarrassed that
Marlie's father was watching him violate his young daughter. He
relaxed when Mr. O'Reilly told him, "Go ahead. Fill my teenage
daughter up with your cum. I will be honored to have you cum in her!"
Mrs. O'Reilly came back over and sat next to Don as he continued to
fuck the young Marlie. Mrs. O'Reilly sucked his nipples as he started
to cum. With a loud grunt, Don shot his load into Marlie, making her
orgasm herself.
As she screamed with delight, Don shot more cum into her young snatch.
When he was finished, Marlie crawled off of her new lover, and Mrs.
O'Reilly scooted down between his legs.
While Don caught his breath, Mrs. O'Reilly licked his cock clean, then
looked up and told him, "I can taste Marlie's pussy on you. It
seems really sweet. I bet you liked eating her pussy, didn't you?"
Don told her yes, then the two ladies laid down next to him. As Amy
and Mr. O'Reilly left the room, they wished Don a good night, then
blew out the candle. Amy informed him to sleep with the girls,
and she would come get him at first light.
Chapter 13/Be It Ever So Humble, There's No Place Like Home!
The next morning, Amy did as she promised and came into Marlie's room.
She woke Don up with a kiss on his cheek, trying not to startle him as
she did.
Don got up and told the O'Reillys goodbye. Amy thanked them for
letting them stay. Don and Amy then left, and continued toward home.
After another half day of riding, Amy told Don to look at his map. He
marked where they were at for her, then Amy asked him, "Well, are you
ready to see my kingdom with me in it now?"
Don told her yes, and Amy got off of the horse. As Don watched, she
lit a small candle and sat in front of it. She closed her eyes, and
started to chant in a language he had never heard.
Don guessed it was Gaelic, but couldn't be sure.
"What is she doing?" he thought to himself.
Suddenly Don felt a bright light come from the sky. He looked up to
see the clouds parting, then the whitest light he had ever seen beam
down onto him. Amy stood and walked over next to him, and quietly
said, "Close your eyes, and when you open them, we will be in my room
at the Kilkenny castle."
Don did as she said, and closed his eyes tightly. He waited for a
moment, hoping to feel some sort of change. Nothing seemed different,
so the disappointed Don opened his eyes.
He gasped as he looked around, now standing indoors, in what he
guessed was Amy's bedroom. His concentration was broken as Amy began
to yell.
"It worked! It fucking worked!" she screamed.
Don panicked at the thought of her being so surprised.
"Was this a first time try or something?" he thought to himself.
Amy jumped into Don's arms and hugged him.
"We're here! I'm home! Thank God and you I'm home!" Amy shouted.
Don was delighted that she was so happy. He loved all the pleasure he
had been receiving, but it was so much more to him to see her this
happy. As he hugged her back, Amy cried out, "I must go meet my
people! I must let them know I've returned!"
Amy ran over and opened her door.
"Let's go see how happy they will be," she told him, and then ran out
into the hallway.
As Amy ran down the hall, she was met by one of her servants. The old
woman was taken back as the princess ran toward her.
"Melady! Melady!" the servant screamed as she dropped everything in
her hands.
Amy approached and hugged her, then told the old woman, "Go tell
everyone I'm back. Tell them it's time for me to receive my crown
now!"
Amy's servant darted out, screaming that the princess had returned.
Amy showed Don to a large room, then told him, "Clean up in here,
and meet me outside in thirty minutes". She then ran back to her
own room, yelling at Don she would be out shortly.
Don did as instructed, and then went outside the castle. A gigantic
crowd had gathered within the short time, waiting to see their
princess. Don walked down to the front of a stage they had made for
her, and waited for her to come out.
During his wait, he found out Sean had fled the castle as fast as he
could. He wondered if, when he got back to his uncle's redoubt, there
would be any thing left for him...or of him! Suddenly, he heard the
sound of hoofbeats!
A group of archers on horseback, all wearing what looked like the
Kilkenny coat of arms, galloped toward the now open main gate. From
the looks of the situation, Don thought, Sean was not going to be part
of this world for much longer. (Later, word came back that the archers
had indeed killed Sean, with a series of arrows to the chest as he
pleaded for his life atop the edge of a cliff. He dropped to the
ground dead, and one of the archers dismounted long enough to behead
him - to ensure he was dead - and throw his dismembered body over the
cliff, another archer smashing the decapitated skull with a small
sledge before it too was flung over the precipice, but at a spot about
a half mile to the south. Clearly, Princess Amy had no mercy on anyone
who dared associate themselves with the dead Neirbo - as a series of
trials and hangings over the next few months would attest)
After several minutes, the large doors at the back of the stage
started to slowly open. As gorgeous women tossed rose petals to
the ground making a trail, he looked way back into the hallway.
Amy shortly appeared, and walked out onto the stage. She was more
beautiful that he had ever seen her. She was wearing a long white
dress, with two servants carrying the trail. Her hair was fixed, and
was pulled back into a ponytail. The dress was very long, and hung
down to the ground as she walked. In the front, it was low cut, but
not exposing too much of her breasts.
Don almost cried as the princess turned, then sat in the large chair.
The crowd cheered as Amy waved at them, and tossed flowers into the
group. Before long, she raised her hand to quiet the crowd. Don was
amazed at how fast the multitude of thousands became silent, waiting
on her to speak.
Amy was a good speaker. She didn't use notes, and everything she said
came from her heart.
As the villagers listened, Amy began to tell them, "I have returned!"
The crowd cheered and clapped as she continued.
"Neirbo is dead! Long live the Queen!"
Don joined in with them, praising his new leader as if he were a
citizen of her land. Amy motioned for silence again, then started
telling the mass, "I have missed you all very much during my absence.
I would never leave you on my own will. But thanks to Don, who you
will meet in a short while, I have safely returned to where I belong."
After the crowd quieted from their cheering again, Amy motioned toward
two knights standing beside her. As they picked up and opened a
box made of cedar, Don could see the beautiful crown inside. A tear
ran down his face as they placed it onto her head.
"This crown I present to myself, in the absence of my father, King
Joseph," Amy continued. As the knights let go of it, the crowd roared
as Amy stood up.
"Long live the queen!" she yelled. "Long with prosperity and justice!"
After the crown calmed again, Amy then informed them, "I have another
duty to carry out today. Don, wherever you are, can you please come up
here with me?"
Don was scared to get in front of all the people there. But again, he
couldn't let Amy down. As he got on the stage and approached her, she
told him to get down on one knee.
Don was wondering what she was up to, and had just expected some kind
words. His body shivered with excitement as she told the audience,
"This is the man who saved me. Not only is my life owed to him, but
also your gratitude!"
The crowd burst out cheering again as Amy requested one of the
knight's swords. As Don looked up at her from one knee, Amy raised the
sword high in her hand. He listened as she asked him, "Do you promise
to uphold the laws of this land, and do everything in your power,
including giving your life, to protect it's queen, so help you God?"
Don told her, "Yes, I do, your majesty," then he looked toward the
ground.
With the grace she had always shown, Amy lowered the sword to his
shoulder, then raised it over his head and tapped the other.
"Then on behalf of the Kingdom of Kilkenny, I knight you Sir Donald
Galway," she said.
The crowd cheered again as she had Don stand up and kissed him on the
cheek. Don was in a trance, a dream land, with all of his dreams
coming true.
After she finished speaking to the crowd, Don joined the new queen at
a reception given in her honor. He met the other eleven head knights,
and all of their staff. They all accepted Don well, and treated him as
one of their own, especially so given the amazing amount of bravery he
had shown in his efforts to save the Queen.
Chapter 14/George Washington Never Picked Cherries Like THIS!!!
It was getting late in the night, and was time for Amy to be leaving.
She said goodbye to everyone, then asked Don to escort her to her
room. Don did as she wished, expecting that he would have to drop her
off at her door.
When they arrived to Amy's room, she surprised him when she asked him
to come in. Don followed her in, then watched as she reached under her
skirt.
Amy quickly pulled down her panties as Don licked his lips. He didn't
know what to think, and thought that she would just tease him some
more.
"Lock the door, Don," Amy ordered as she pulled her dress up and off.
Don kept an eye on her as he reached back and pushed the large bolt
closed. He wanted her badly, and was ready to masturbate in front of
her again.
But to his surprise, Amy walked over to him, and began to help him
untie his pants. As soon as they were loose enough, she pulled them to
the floor and fell to her knees.
"I've wanted to suck your cock down my throat since the first time I
saw you naked," she told him, then reached out and took his dick in
her hand.
Don was terrified, thinking they still shouldn't touch each other. He
knew she had received her crown, but deep down inside he felt funny
about this. He felt the queen should only be sucking one man's dick,
and that it should belong to the king.
"But Amy." he said as she quickly placed his penis on her lips and
then sucked it into her mouth, taking a hot meaty cock into her trap
for the first time in her life. "I.....uh.....don't.....hum.....think
we should.....you......um........I.......well........"
The pleasure was too much for him to talk. Amy knew what he was trying
to say, and looked up at him for a moment.
"It's okay. Now that I'm queen, you can have me. You can have ALL of
me Don!" she told him.
Don was ready, and had been waiting so long for a chance with her. As
Amy placed her mouth back over his cock, he ran his fingers through
her hair. Amy pushed him back a little, and lay him flat on her bed,
keeping his cock in her mouth as he fell.
Don loved what she was doing to him, and never wanted her to stop. He
watched her young body as she continued to suck him, giving him the
best blowjob of his life. For a newcomer to sex, she sucked him like a
practiced prostitute!
After several minutes, Don felt like he had to cum, so he warned Amy
of the imminent danger. She rolled her eyes at him, telling him
silently to do what he needed and wanted.
Don felt the cum boiling inside his cock, and was ready to burst. He
gripped her hair tightly as he pulled her head up and down his shaft.
"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum right now!" he yelled at her.
Amy let him manipulate her head as the cum shot up from his cock and
ran down her throat. She loved the taste of it, and wanted even
more.
"MORE!" she yelled at him, as she continued to suck.
Don thrust his hips forward this time, shooting another wad into her
mouth. As Amy swallowed each drop, she removed his cock from her
mouth.
Don smiled as she began to stroke him, begging for him to shoot more.
"Cum on my face, Don! Cum all over my pretty face!" she yelled.
He groaned as the third shot leapt from his penis, smacking Amy right
on the cheek. "Yes!" she screamed, then jacked him off even faster.
Don had a little semen left, and this time relaxed as it globbed out
of his cock. Amy put her face close, letting the cum shoot her all
over her hair and face.
When Don was empty, Amy crawled up next to him, and laughed as she
said, "That's one!"
Don was curious about the "one" part, and so he asked her what she was
talking about.
"Well, we are going to go for six tonight," she told him, then reached
down and started massaging his balls.
Don gulped at the thought of six orgasms in a row at his age.
"Can my cock hold up to that?" he thought to himself. But his doubt
didn't last long as his penis became rock hard again.
Don looked at Amy as she laid beside him, slowly stroking his manhood.
His cum was all over her, covering most of her face, and hanging in
her blonde hair. Once Don was hard the second time, Amy looked up at
him and asked, "Remember shaving my pussy Don? How would you like
to eat my bald beaver right now?"
Don didn't say a word as he laid Amy down onto her back. He crawled
down between her legs, then spread her wide for his attack. Don
looked at the bald pussy in front of him, and remembered how
beautiful he thought it was before.
"Nice pussy," he thought. "Very nice, young pussy."
Don began to kiss Amy's twat where her pubic hairs should have been.
He sniffed her crack for a moment, taking in the beautiful fragrance
of her virginity. After a minute or so, he lowered his tongue,
and parted her young lips with it.
Amy let out a moan as Don started eating her. No one had ever done
this to the young virgin girl before, and she thought about what she'd
been missing.
"Eat me, Don," she told him. "Eat my pussy. That's it, just like that.
Oh God it feels wonderful. Please don't stop!"
As Amy's Irish accent made Don rock hard again, he lapped her pussy
from top to bottom. Amy continued to moan, letting out little grunts
when he hit the places she liked.
After a few moments, Amy informed Don she wanted to suck his cock
again, but also wanted him to keep eating her. Don rolled over on his
back, and motioned for Amy to get on top of him. Amy did as he showed
her, and lowered her virginal pussy back down onto his face. She
then leaned forward, and took Don's shaft in her mouth.
As the couple had "69" sex, they moaned to let each other know of
their pleasure. Don licked Amy from asshole to clit as she
deepthroated his cock. Don had his face buried into her, his goatee
covered with her juice. He kept an eye on her tiny asshole, hoping one
day soon he could penetrate it also.
Within minutes, Don was ready to explode again. He tapped Amy on the
ass to let her know of his intentions, as she nodded her head okay.
Knowing she would swallow, he didn't have to hold anything back. His
orgasm was more intense than it had ever been. Don pressed his hips
deep into the mattress, then lunged forward into Amy's throat. He bit
down hard on her clit as hot semen sprayed into the young teenager's
mouth. When his first shot had ceased, he pulled his mouth away from
her pussy.
"Oh yes! Oh YES AMY!" he screamed. "You make my cock feel so
wonderful! You suck dick so good, you nasty fucker!"
Amy turned to him and smiled, cum still covering her lips. As she
licked her lips clean, she came back up and laid next to Don.
"That's two!" she laughed as she kissed him on the cheek.
Chapter 15/I Just Don't Have That Much Jam...
Don was beginning to worry. Two orgasms later, and he still hadn't
even fucked her yet.
"Can I keep it up long enough to get some from her?" he thought to
himself.
Amy laid on Don's chest for a short minute, then reached down between
his legs again. As she took Don's limp cock in her hand, she whispered
into his ear, "Are you ready for some pussy?" she asked.
Beats the sheer hell out of Hank Williams Jr. singing the praises of
Monday Night Football, he smiled to himself.
Don smiled and told her he wanted it more than anything.
"I want to make love to you more than anything in the world," he said
to her quietly.
Amy lowered back down, and placed Don's soft cock into her mouth. With
it all the way in, Don looked down to see the young woman looking
back up at him. He eyeballed her body, thinking of what her teenage
pussy would feel like.
Don's cock slowly hardened again, pushing Amy's head back off of his
stomach a little. As soon as he was ready, he told her to lie down.
Don stood up and let Amy have the whole bed, then watched as she got
onto her hands and her knees, wiggling her ass a bit to tempt him
further.
"I want it from behind first," she told him, then reached around and
opened her ass just a touch.
Don didn't hesitate, and crawled up on his knees behind his young
lover. He put an ass cheek in each hand, and massaged her as he said,
"I'm going to ram you from behind, and take your virginity now, my
sweetheart".
With that, Don raised his cock up to her opening, and slowly started
sliding it in. Amy gripped the sheets and moaned as his manhood spread
her young womb apart. His cockhead brushed against her taut cherry.
"Oh yes, Don," she said. "Oh yes, fuck me!"
Don took a deep breath, then thrust forward into her hard. As his cock
was engulfed by wet pussy juice, he felt her cherry pop, then he
sank in even deeper. Amy yelled out as her virginity left her young
body. She looked over her shoulder at him and screamed, "I'm a woman
now! You made me a woman, you fucking pervert! Oh....yesssssss! My
little pussy is in heaven!"
Don squeezed her sixteen year old ass tight as he slammed his hips
back and forth into her cunt.
"Take it you fucking bitch! Take all my cock in your tight pussy!" he
yelled back.
Amy moaned like no other he had ever heard as he continued to fuck
this piece of meat. All the girls before had been noisy, but somehow
it was different with her. He could feel the passion oozing from
every pore of her body as she panted at him.
"Ummm....Um......Oh yes....Oh yes, sir! That's it. Right there, sir"
she would tell him.
Don would look down as his cock came back out of her, smiling as it
glistened with her young pussy juice. Then he would poke it back deep
into her cunt, watching as his pubic hair pressed up against her
round, tight ass. Don could also see her tiny asshole, clean and cute
as it was earlier. He longed to keep fucking her forever, but he knew
it was time to cum again.
Don informed his teenage lover that it was time for number three.
"Where do you want it girl?" he asked between pants.
Amy looked at him over her shoulder again, and answered his question
with a simple, "IN ME!"
Don was ready, and talked to Amy as he came.
"I'm cumming in you now! Can you feel it shoot into your young twat?
Can you feel my love juice filling your teenage cunt?" he asked.
Amy kept panting and gripped the sheets even tighter as her own orgasm
hit. All she would yell back was "YES! YES! YES!!!" For all she
cared, he could get her pregnant with five kids just from this fuck
and she would be so proud of her hot, hard stud even if he
couldn't ever get it up again.
After Don had finished unloading, he slowly pulled his pecker from the
young female's cunt. He fell back, trying to catch his breath as Amy
laid her head on his shoulder again.
"You're right, sir. That was a big three!" she told him.
Amy waited about thirty seconds before asking Don, "Are you ready for
number four, my love?"
Don laughed and looked at his cock, laying on its side, and covered
with cum.
"I don't know if I can do a number 4," he laughed. "But there's no
harm in trying." He just realized she had call him "my love," and that
made his desire all the more intent.
Amy rolled her bottom lip out, looking like a pouting child.
"I think I can help you with that!" she giggled as she crawled back
down to his dick.
Amy took Don's cock in her hand, squeezing it softly, and stroking it
up and down. As she massaged his balls with her other hand, she
whispered to him, "Get on your hands and knees now, lover boy".
Don looked puzzled, but did as she asked. As he sat there like a dog,
Amy got next to him and reached underneath. She began to jack him
off again, slowly watching his dick get harder.
Don didn't know what to think as she began to massage his ass with her
other hand. As she continued to masturbate him with her left hand, she
used her right fingers to run up his asshole. Don squeezed his
cheeks together, and looked away from Amy with a moan.
"Just relax, sir, and let me do what I need to do," she told him.
Don looked back at her, puzzled further, and as he said okay he saw
her massaging her own pussy. After her fingers were soaking wet with
her own juice, mixed with his cum, she put them back up to his ass.
"Take a deep breath, Sir Donald," she said as she pressed her
fingernail into his ass crack.
Don gasped, then relaxed as he felt her finger sliding deep in his
hole. She kept jacking him as her second knuckle slipped into his
ass.
"Oh, God. Oh man!" Don said as he laid his head forward, flat on the
bed.
Amy giggled, then continued her work. She pressed her finger deeper,
and then pulled it out to the nail. Then she rammed it back in, then
pulled it out again. Don looked between his legs to see his cock
sticking straight down, hard as it had ever been before. He rolled his
eyes and looked at Amy, then told her, "God, you're making my ass feel
fucking wonderful!"
Amy continued fingerfucking Don's ass, waiting for his cock to explode
for the fourth time. She asked him in her sexy Irish accent as she
worked, "Does your asshole feel good Don? Did I make your pecker hard
again? Do you like me fucking your ass while I jack you off?"
Don panted back as cum began to pour out his cock, "Oh yes. Oh yes,
Amy. You're making me feel wonderful. I love you fingering my ass. I
feel so goddamn nasty, but so good at the same time."
Amy smiled as glob after glob of cum shot down onto the sheet. She
worked his ass and cock until it stopped, then removed her finger from
inside him.
"That was good, Don. That was a lot of cum for the fourth time in one
night," she told him.
Don fell forward, almost landing in the puddle he had created.
"Don't mess up that spot!" Amy barked at him, then lowered her head
down to the liquid. As Amy licked the spot on the sheet, like a
cat using its tongue to clean up cream spilled on a floor, Don laid on
his side, watching her lap up his cum. She seemed to love it, to
be addicted to it, and what made him stay aroused so much was that she
seemed she couldn't get enough of it.
He then asked her if he could have just a few minutes of rest.
"I have to let my dick relax for a minute," he told her.
You have to let the rest of you relax for a minute, she thought to
herself.
"No problem, sir," Amy told him. "I want the last time to be the best
one tonight."
Chapter 16/Vanessa Williams Was Right: Save The Best For Last...
Don rested for several minutes as Amy lay on the bed next to him, playing
with herself the whole time. She was not completely masturbating, but was
running her hand up and down her young slit, teasing her clit, and making
it stick out.
Don became aroused again, feeling his cock harden a bit. Amy noticed
his excitement, and looked him in the eyes.
"Oh, sir. I see. You like watching nasty young girls play with
themselves, don't you?" she asked him. "Do you want to watch me
make myself cum?"
Don smiled and told her of course, and sat up on the edge of the bed.
As he watched her, Amy put on a show he would never soon forget. She
spread her legs wide, opening up her bald cunt for him to see, then
reached down and spread her lips apart. With a loud moan, Amy inserted
two of her fingers and began to masturbate for her man.
"You don't know how much I wanted to do this when I was a virgin," Amy
told Don. "I had to restrain myself so many times..." She paused to
take a breath and moan further as she worked her fingers in her twat,
like a violinist would on the neck of his instrument. "I
first...started...feeling horny...when I was only 12...many was the
night I had to keep my compo...composure, to keep from going to my
handmaidens and asking them for relief. I had to be a complete and
chaste vir...virgin..." She was trembling now, working her fingers
faster and faster. "Virgin when I got my crown..."
Don could see her clit clearly because of her bald muff. As Amy
fingered herself, she looked up at Don.
"Watch my fingers go in and out of my bald pussy!" she told him.
"Watch me finger my teenage twat! Watch as I cum for you, and make
myself scream!"
Don's erection grew more as the young girl panted and moaned.
"Oh yes. Oh yes," she told herself.
"Deeper, you slut!" Don hollered. "I'll fuck you deeper, you fuckin'
whore!"
As Amy hit another orgasm, this time created all by herself, Don's
cock became hard again, and bubbled precum out its head.
"I want to fuck you now, Amy," he told her, then reached out and took
her hand. Amy removed her fingers from her pussy, and placed them up
to Don's lips. He slowly licked each one clean for his young lover.
Don then stood up, and pulled Amy to the edge of the bed, then climbed
up into the middle of it and took Amy by the hand. Puzzled, she
followed him up to stand beside him.
As he held his hard cock in his hand, Don asked her, "Are you ready to
get the outright fuck of your life?"
Amy looked directly at him, and with a look of passion told him, "Take
me. I'm yours, my prince. Fuck me long and hard, Don. Do what you
wish to my little body, darling."
As she hugged him, the words sank in deeper and made him all the more
hard. Now he knew he was going to get the one prize he really wanted.
Don bent his head down and gave his loving queen a sensual, deep,
moving kiss.
He momentarily broke the embrace and turned Amy to the headboard of
the bed. The bed dominated her room; a black walnut four poster with
a headboard that displayed her family's majestic coat of arms. The
posts reached to the beams in the ceiling and had enough room for
large mirrors to be installed - if he got the chance to ask his lover,
that would be the first change he would make in this room - and the
inside of the ceiling beams had hooks that could hold curtains to
cover the three open sides of the bed.
Amy laid her hands on the rail atop the headboard, a steel pipelike
cylinder that had been installed above the bed so that clothes or
towels could be hung for the convenience of the resting couple. Her
slim fingers gripped the metal tightly, almost coiling around it, her
arms spreading to give her shoulders a better position of stability.
She had a good idea what was coming next - besides her lover's cock,
she giggled to herself - and she spread her legs out wide to all but
send a semaphore message to Don.
Don dropped to his knees behind Amy and, taking a cheek in each hand,
softly parted her ass. Her pucker flexed slightly, and he moved
forward, his tongue coming out of his mouth. Amy gasped gently as
Don's mouth contracted the rim of her shitter and his tongue began
licking.
"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmhhmmmm, mmmhmmmmmm," Amy began cooing, her face
contorting in a contented smile. She was going to get into her first
buttfuck.
As Don licked her ring, he moved his right hand down to stroke his
still hard cock, keeping it at the ready. Don kept Amy's cheeks parted
by sliding his left hand up to spread the top of her globes while he
pressed his nose firmly against the rise of her asscrack. This gave
him ample opportunity to breathe while maintaining his lingual assault
on her asshole.
Don took his right hand off his cock momentarily and raised it to
Amy's bare snatch, sliding two fingers into her pussy.
"OOOOOOOHhhhhhh," she moaned as she felt the penetration, his fingers
contacting the innards of her moist womb tunnel. Amy's cunt simply
creamed anew as her man's fingers invaded her newly mined womanhood,
the honey coating his hand just as he hoped.
After a few moments of fingering his queen, with the new ruler showing
her appreciation through her appropriate language - "Oh, you nasty
bastard, you hot fucker, do you like our juices on your hand baby?"
Amy asked him. "You going to make use of that cream, you stud?" - Don
took his new lover up on her idea. He removed his hand from her
snatch, took his tongue momentarily from her ass, and smeared some of
the sauce on her sphincter, using the rest to cover his now iron-stiff
cock.
As he raised up, Amy called out to him.
"Wait a second, honey," she said, turning at the waist from the
headboard toward his erection. She pulled him to her side and sucked
his cock into her mouth for a few strokes to get it as wet as
possible. "MMMMMMMMMMM," she purred as she got a taste of their juices
on his jizztube; when she let his schwanz free from her upper cheeks,
it shined wetly in the bedchamber's glow.
Her asshole also shined wetly, and Don smiled back at his girl as he
stepped behind her, ready to do the dirtiest deed he could. He
spread her asscheeks wide and laid his cockhead on her shitter.
"OK, darling, get ready 'cause here comes what I REALLY want to do to
you," Don said confidently, taking one motion to aim his cock at her
hole and then penetrating her ass balls deep, not slowing on the way
at all.
"Ohh, I sure *hope* so-" Amy said - and then she blacked out for a
moment.
Don's cock slid into her tight, boiling, gorgeous asshole like a
piston snug in an engine block. It did not stop until it ran out of
length, Amy's rectal ring fitting tightly against Don's abdomen. It
was as if Amy had a third set of lips to suck the cum out of his cock,
only these lips were capable of putting his prick in a stranglehold.
Amy let the breath out of her lungs with an instinctive spasm, the
rush of air followed by her eyes rolling into her head. Don felt her
stiffen and tremble with his invasion and he froze for a moment; he
thought he had gone too far and killed her with his dick!
"Oh, NOOOO," he thought. "I've hurt her...NOOOOOOO!"
Suddenly, Amy sucked in a huge gasp of air and screamed.
"AIEEEEEEEEEE," she hollered, pulling her ass forward an inch and then
slamming it back tightly against Don's prick, ramming her cheeks
against his taut abdomen. "YESSSSSSSSSSSS," she hissed. "Oh, Don, FUCK
ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME IN THE ASS....unh, unhh, uh....fuck me in the
ASS!"
Don grinned! He'd just been given a reprieve from the hangman, and now
he was going to hang her pelt on his prick! God, is life good!! He
began to bang Amy's asshole harder and harder, his prick slicing
through her rump like a drill into a stick of butter.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Don grunted, his breath muffling his pleasure. As he
fucked Amy harder and harder, Don wondered what it would be like if
Amy's pussy were being pleased at the same time. At this point, Amy's
mind reading kicked in.
"I know what you are thinking, my love," Amy said between the thrusts of Don's
cock. "Stop in me for a moment." Don slowly slid into her ass until he was
quite snug, his nuts hanging down just inviting a mouth to lick them.
Amy closed her eyes and concentrated, and a soft but dazzling light
appeared to the couple's left. From that light, like a vision from
heaven, stepped... the sensual form of Camille, the first woman Don
had met and fucked on his travels to save Queen Amy!
Chapter 17/Fancy Meating You And Your Tasty Ass Here, Ma'am!
Camille smiled and curtsied for the couple as she stepped into the
bedroom.
"My queen, I thank you for summoning me," said Camille. The young girl
looked at the two lovers like they were as normal and natural as could
be. Don saw that, instead of the rags she was wearing when they first
met, Camille was now in an angelic white gown, with a golden ropelike
belt around her waist. She was as fresh as when she sucked him and
tried to fuck him at her father's supply store, and he was sure she
wanted him. But what about Amy - how did she feel about this?
And then he realized: She'd called Camille for just this moment, she'd
read his mind and used her magic. He made a note to always remember
this special talent of his new love.
"And how are you, my dear lass," Queen Amy asked gently, her ass
flexing to keep Don's cock aroused - as though he needed it!
Camille bowed her head submissively and sadly. "I am alone in the
world now, my Queen," she said, a touch of a sob in her voice. "My
father...he passed away...only three days after your noble knight..."
She began to cry, the tears rolling like pure dew from a springtime
leaf.
Camille looked up, her face covered with small rivers of trepidation,
and saw Amy smiling at her. Amy motioned Camille to come to the bed;
as the 17 year old moved closer, her white gown fell from her body and
landed on the floor.
The tightly cropped cunt still showed the jet black patch, but now
Camille was virtually oozing her desire, the evidence showing in the
snatch sauce that was literally running down the insides of her legs,
like sweat on a long distance runner.
Camille crawed toward the two when she got to the bed, instinctively
acting as though she had been given orders by an unseen force. The
girl kissed Amy on her lips, letting her mouth melt with her Queen's,
before sliding under her ruler's supple and inviting form. Breathing
heavily, she flicked her tongue against Amy's erect left nipple, then
moved further down and began to lay on her back underneath the couple.
As Camille positioned her head and lips directly under Amy's cunt and
Don's asshole penetrator, Amy lowered herself from the headboard and
placed her hands on Camille's ankles.
Spreading the older girl's legs, Amy saw the tight patch of pubic hair
on her first lesbian lover. "This will not do, my dear," said the
queen of Camille's pussy fur. Using her right hand, Amy glided her
fingers over the girl's small bit of thatch; like magic, the hair came
into the Queen's fingers and palm as though it were magnetized to the
enchanted ruler's hand. In moments, Camille had a crotch as bare,
smooth and soft as her companion.
"Just the way I love them," said a smiling Amy as she shook her hand
like she was flinging water from her arm. As she snapped her hand, the
hair that was just on Camille's cunt disappeared! No mess, no fuss, no
problem!
At that moment, Camille raised up and flashed her tongue over Don's
hanging nuts, just as he hoped she would. He had been watching these
last few moments in a daze, not believing his Amy would give him such
a treat as this! Now he felt his balls being engulfed by Camille's
mouth, and then he heard Amy moan out deeply as she buried her jaw in
the girl's cunt.
Amy was in fuck heaven! Her mouth was eating out the tasty clean twat
of a very well stacked brunette, the brunette was licking her cunt and
the cock in her asshole, and that cock was still steel straight in her
shitpit. What more could a girl want - except to be fucked by three
cocks at once! That could go for later, though; she knew Don would get
into a scene like that, especially if he was one of the cocks!
Camille was relieved! Only two days ago, she had seen all she had in
the world be lost because she was not eligible to inherit her father's
meager belongings
- they went to her uncle instead - and she feared the only way she
could even survive was to become a man's whore or be lucky to be
taken in by a family that needed a hot mouth and pussy. And now here
she was, transported by magic to be the lover of her Queen and her
Queen's consort!
Don was going fucking nuts! His cock in the asshole of the woman he
loved, and the first one who got his pecker wet with her talents
working the both of them over with her mouth and fingers. He felt
Camille slide two fingers into Amy's pussy, her fingertips landing
against the cunt lining and stroking along the length of his dick,
which pressed against the membrane that separated cunt from ass. Judy
would NEVER have even thought of something like this, let alone said
yes. The more Don thought of his wife, the more he thought she was
better off with another man who would and could appreciate her as
herself. Don, in retrospect, always wanted a woman more freespirited,
more alive, more sexual than his wife.
Like Amy.
Don began to pump harder, his nuts slapping against Camille's
forehead. The 17 year old brunette felt the motion increase and she
buried her lips in the shaved cunt right above her. Amy dove into
Camille's now bare pussy deeper, her mouth making a loud sucking sound
as though she was trying to draw out any cum that had been fucked in
to her tunnel. No such luck; all she got was raw hot snatch sauce that
tasted great and was even more filling!
Hell, Amy thought, Camille could piss and I'd drink it down.
And then Amy paused in her suck and concentrated a moment, her eyes
closed tightly...
...and within a moment, she slammed her mouth, in a tight "O", onto
Camille's clit, and sucked hard.
Amy's efforts were rewarded as the hot inner water almost instantly
sprayed into her oral vacuum.
Camille was not even aware she was peeing; all she had felt was what
she could only call a "twitch" in her brain, a slight jerk, so intent
was she on sucking her queen's hot cunt. She let her water go into
Amy's mouth without even a second thought; for her efforts, Amy
rewarded Camille with a near squirt of her own cunt cream, right over
her sucking tongue.
Amy was now swallowing and sucking as fast as she could, like she had
a straw for a throat. The hot piss from her new lover was so tasty and
clean she could drink every drop of water from Camille like a vampire
and still not quench her new found thirst. She wondered, absently,
what Don's pee tasted like...
Don, for his part, had paid no attention to the amazing scene
unfolding under his loins. He was so far gone with the exquisite
sensation of his cock in his beloved Amy's asshole that he had simply
switched to autopilot. But, all too quickly, he began to come back to
consciousness as he noticed the familiar feeling of his nuts getting
warm, the base of his cock heating up as a load of fresh white baby
batter began to churn its way through his tube.
"Babe...I cannnn...cann't...hold outt much longerrrrr," Don groaned.
Camille had finished leaking into Amy's mouth just in time. As Camille
moved her tongue all over Don's rapidly heating balls, Amy lifted her
face, now soaked with Camille's oils and piss, and she shouted.
"DOOO ITTTTTT, YOU FUCKERRRRRR," Amy yelled. "I LOVE YOU! LOVE YOU!
FUCK ME IN THE ASS, HONEY, FUCK MEEEEEEEE...."
Her cry was choked into a croak as Don let loose a white rope of
rectum cement up her bowels. Don slammed his hips forward, almost
splitting Amy's cervix in two with the force of his thrust, at the
moment his cock shot out his life paste. At that moment, Amy let loose
another stream of cunt juice over the tongue of the now transfixed
Camille, who watched the man's cock throbbing at the base of her
Queen's tightly gripping shitter, the assring also beating as though
it were tied via live wire to her ruler's heartbeat.
"AAAAAGGGHHHH," Don yelled, his face contorting.
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," Amy screamed without ceasing, her hands holding
on to Camille's ankles with deathgrips.
"Mmm, mmhmnnf, mmm," Camille purred as she sucked and sucked on the
joined crotches above her, getting more and more of the sauces that
flowed into her greedy, hungry, horny mouth.
As Don's cock began to slow and the jizz began to trickle to a stop,
Camille let her mouth off her queen's muff, and Amy slowly released
the pressure her hands made on the girl's throbbing legs. As Amy began
to collapse forward in the bliss of her pleasure, Don's rod slid out
of her asshole and down to Camille's mouth; the dark haired girl
lunged her neck upward and sucked the familiar prick into her lips,
cleaning the spunk and funk off like she was a sexual vacuum. When she
was done, as evidenced by Don's shining stick, Camille fell back onto
the bed and then glanced up at Amy.
Amy had rolled onto her back on the bed and, with a motion of her
finger, summoned the peasant girl to her side. Camille moved quickly,
catlike, up toward her ruler, stopping to look down on Amy, one arm on
each side of the blonde's alluring midriff.
Amy greeted Camille with a loving smile, raised her right hand and
stroked the heaving cheek and flowing black hair before her.
"You really have nowhere to go, Camille?", Amy asked the girl gently.
Camille bit her lip and nodded, a tear starting to form in her right
eye. The queen smiled and looked into Camille's dark, frightened,
almost vacant eyes.
"No, you have a somewhere, my dearest child," Amy continued. "I
command you to stay and become my personal handmaiden, answering
directly to me and my prince consort." Amy nodded at Don as she spoke
that title.
Camille's face suddenly broke out into a beaming smile, like a sinner
finding sweet redemption or, more precisely, an orphan finding a home.
She flung onto Amy and, in one motion, hugged her queen and all but
slammed her mouth against Amy's in a sensuous, enthusiastic,
passionate game of French tonsil hockey.
Amy kissed back just as hotly and hornily, her left hand sliding down
to her new lady's cunt. When she felt the folds, Amy took two fingers
and jammed them into Camille's pussy, making the youth's hips bounce
up for a moment before Camille slammed them down, in a spasm, on Amy's
hand.
"Owwww," Amy said in mock pain. "Don, honey, I think this little lady
needs some stimulation desperately. Can you oblige, darling?"
"You're asking a miracle, babe," Don said with widening eyes. "I need
a rest for a bit!"
"Oh, no you don't," said Amy with an evil grin. A spell spoken in
silence, and Don's prick suddenly rose without any help!!
Don was dumbfounded and Camille was entranced. Don paused a moment -
he looked at his dick and wondered if it had grown an inch or two in
length!
"Yes it has," Amy blurted out, like she was betraying a secret. "Now
shut up and make good use of it in this lovely woman's cunt!!"
Camille grinned like she had just found a new toy to play with, while
Don just could not believe his luck! Here he was, living a pervert's
dream - all the youthful pussy and ass he could fuck and suck - and
one of his victims had enough magic in her to get him to do everything
she commanded, with no harm to his person! Like, there IS a God, and
he is going to thank him in person one of these days, Don thought.
That is, if he didn't die already!
Of course, Amy was probably powerful enough to see he didn't meet that
fate anytime soon...
...but now, Camille was looking forward to getting fucked...
Chapter 18/Drumroll...
The shower they shared with Camille was so sensual, it took all their
strength to keep from raping their new handmaiden all over again. The
warm water softly cascaded over all three of them, the soap covered
their bodies like endless clouds, the steam refreshed them like a
sauna but only better.
For his part, Don began to notice a change in his own body. All the
sex of the last several days had made his waist leaner, his legs
stronger, his arms more firm and manly. He felt like he had lost 10
years and 30 pounds.
If he only knew one fact about Amy's magic: He had lost the 30 pounds,
thanks to all that hot activity...but Amy had cast a secret spell on
him! A little- known enchantment that had literally rolled back the
clock! Now, instead of being a 40 year-old-man...
Don toweled down and noticed a mirror. He walked over and took a look
at himself. And blinked. And froze in shock.
"That CAN'T be me, can it?" he asked himself.
But it was! Don now looked like he was 25! Like he did before he met
Judy!
He met Judy relatively late in life and found out, to his dismay, she
wanted to wait until they were established before they had children.
Don always wanted to have kids, but had resigned himself to a lonely
life. Now, looking in the mirror, he felt in his heart he had been
given a second chance.
And he was NOT going to blow it!
A noise behind, the sound of giggling, startled him. Don turned and
saw Amy and Camille drying themselves like young schoolchildren
exploring their healthy bodies for the first time. Amy wrapped her
towel around Camille's black locks - Camille had dropped her towel -
and snuggled the handmaiden to her own face.
"My dear, I have need of you and your special talents right now," Amy
smiled at Camille, her smile more of a wicked nature. Camille fell to
her knees and placed her hands on each side of her queen's labiae, as
though she was getting ready to do an important task.
Amy breathed deeply. "Okay, Camille, here it comes," she said with a
breath, her body tensing up but not locking rigid. At that moment,
Camille closed her mouth over Amy's clit, her lips vacuuming into a
tight "O", as Amy's had done during Don's buttfucking.
Amy let some air out and her muscles seemed to unwind. Camille
suddenly went stiff and then began sucking, almost with a slurping
sound. Don saw Camille's throat flex like she was gulping, and his
eyes went wide!
Camille was drinking Amy's piss!!!
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, glummmm, mmmmm," Camille hummed as the golden water
drained into her mouth. Don moved over and dropped to his knees,
watching the sight up close, stunned with how well Camille was trained
and just how wild her own desires were! For her part, Amy ran her
fingers through the black net of hair that was Camille and gave her
handmaiden all her attention, to say nothing of her internal water.
Amy could not believe how much piss she had inside her at this moment,
and how much Camille wanted of it. She closed her eyes and let the
perverse dream consume her consciousness.
Camille saw Don out of the corner of her eye and moved her right hand
to the top of Amy's clit, quickly moving her mouth off and using her
thumb and index finger to momentarily pinch Amy's flow shut.
She swallowed quickly. "Go ahead, my prince, taste," Camille smiled,
as though she was in a loving trance.
Don moved his face against Amy's clit as Camille let loose. Amy saw
Don move down to her peehole and grunted slightly to find more stream
for her man.
Don opened wide and got a taste of Amy's wizz. To his surprise, it had
no smell and tasted like watery nectar, a fluid that seemed to give
him renewed strength. Amy soon ran dry, and Camille rose to her feet.
"Look, Don," Amy said as she fell rapidly to her knees. "Camille has
the same treat for me!" Amy grinned and repeated the labiae parting
Camille had done to her, then repeated the sealing of mouth on clit.
When Camille felt the warmth of Amy's mouth on her peehole, Camille
began her stream.
Amy drank a huge mouthful of Camille's wetness before pinching her
clit as it was done to her by her maiden, giving Don time enough to
move in for a deep swallow. As Don's mouth touched Camille's meat, Amy
let go and Camille sighed as she resumed her pissing.
Don found Camille's piss was hotter and just as clean, with a solid
taste - like a good ale, he thought. He took another gulp before Amy
pinched that bud again and moved in to drain the rest. Don let
Camille's leak swish through his mouth as he watched Amy swallow the
rest down.
When Camille finished, she dropped to her knees and pulled Amy to her
mouth, frenching her queen rapidly. Amy returned the kisses and shared
what little she had of Camille in her mouth with her new maiden. Don
raised up and looked down at the two, who then looked up into his eyes
- and got the message.
Both grinned as Don's new hardon came to life. But cumming was the
last thing on his mind at the moment. Hey, he thought, everybody's
gotta go sometime...
Don stood still and closed his eyes, and felt Camille's hand - it was
not as familiar to him as Amy's was - on his cock. He exhaled and let
his muscles release his own pee. Camille aimed the head of his cock at
her open mouth and took the first jet of gold on her tongue, the
stream making a loud squirting sound against her gullet and palate.
After a second or two, Camille squeezed Don's cock as hard as she
could, with a pressure that made Don wince in pain, and she aimed the
fleshy hose at Amy's waiting mouth. Easing up, Don unloaded a second
stream, this one toward his loving lady's lips. She smiled and felt
the hot urine wash over her inner jaw like a lava from a volcano, and
the sensation made her climax immediately.
Amy leaned forward and suddenly deep throated Don's dick, closing her
mouth around his pissing prick like it was an oversized straw. Camille
sensed the motion of her queen and removed her hand rapidly to allow
Amy to swallow her man's meat with ease. Amy took three hearty gulps
before grasping Camille's arm gently to pull the black haired angel
closer to her.
With a soft pop, Amy let Don's now softening, emptying peter free so
Camille could take one final suck on the strong bladder wine. Camille
clamped her lips around Don's cock and drew in hard, catching the last
few drops.
Don was so stunned when he finished emptying that he dropped to his
knees in a daze; Amy and Camille quickly moved their faces to his and
began to French him, to give him a taste of himself. For long
minutes, the three of them knelt in a compact, intimate circle,
tasting each other's mouths, sharing the other's oils and passions,
like they never wanted to be apart.
Camille broke the kiss between the three of them and leaned back. She
was finished for this night, at least.
"May I take my leave of my mistress, now?" Camille asked softly. "If
it would please my queen, I would love to one day nurse your children
if you are not able..."
Amy read Camille's mind.
"And I would love to see you nurse a babe of your own," she smiled,
turning to Don momentarily, "even watching my darling prince be the
father of that child, if you would not mind, my dear."
Don blinked! His darling Amy would NOT mind if he got her new
handmaiden good and pregnant?? Amy smiled and nodded her assent.
"So just how soon would you like to pull this off?" Don asked, still
stunned at and with his fantastic fortune.
Amy paused with another of her alluring, encompassing smiles. "We all
can get right to work right after the wedding, my darling," she said,
leaning toward her man. "Can you just imagine having two round bellies
snuggling up to you, both of them twitching with the lives you made
inside them? Does that make you good and horny, my honey?"
Don grinned at the thought of having children by TWO women after the
one he had been married to for a decade did her best to try and
wriggle out of just such a desire of his! What was that line Branch
Rickey said? The one about luck is the residue of design...
Amy and Camille snuggled up to Don's face and began to french their
man, all three in a tight loving hug. After the three broke their
kiss, Camille rose up and bent down to Don's cock, taking it in her
mouth for several deep sucks to wet the rod for its last insertion of
the night.
"I am showing my love for my queen by getting the prince's cock ready
to fuck a babe into her womb," Camille said with tender love.
Amy smiled. "And I will return the favor for you, my womanchild, when
it is your turn to feel life growing in your belly," the queen said.
Camille rose up like a goddess clearing the top of a sea, and turned
toward the far wall.
When Camille reached the fireplace, she reached up and turned the
stone rose on the far right end. As Don heard the click, part of the
wall next to the hearth's right side opened and a doorway appeared.
Behind the door was a magnificent chamber designed for a feminine
occupant.
"My maiden's bed," Amy said in a light whisper. Camille smiled and
turned to the couple in the royal bed, bowed gently at the waist and
wished them a warm and heartfelt good night.
"I love you both will all my heart," Camille said tenderly. She looked
at Don. "My darling prince, fuck a beautiful baby *deep* into my
queen's womb!"
Camille uttered that last line with such tenderness Don got hard
instantly.
Amy smiled, congratulating her taste in handmaidens. Camille turned
and went into her new bedroom, replete with the best of silks and
linens, missing only a man to make her life complete. Don could not
believe how wild and open these women were: They not only drank each
other's piss and licked each other's ass, but they also wanted him to
fuck babies into them!
As the door closed for the night, Amy whispered to Don.
"Are you ready for number five, dearest?" she asked. Don nodded.
Now that they were alone, Amy laid on her back and spread her legs
wide.
"About that idea of me being pregnant with your child on our wedding
day, my darling," she smiled. "Shall we get to work on just such a
beautiful child?"
Don didn't wait any longer. He moved toward Amy and wrapped his arms
under her knees and pushed them back to her ears. With her tight, bald
pussy staring him in the face, he placed his cock up to her hopefully
fertile entrance.
Don moaned as he slipped it in. He was looking at Amy's face as he
penetrated her deep inside. Amy squinted as his meat thrust deep into
her cunt, making her cry out with passion.
"OHHH MOTHERFUCKER!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Fuck me
Don, fuck me! Fuck the living shit out of me! Knock me up with a
hundred kids!!!"
As Don continued to pound her, Amy belted out vulgarity after
vulgarity.
"You nasty motherfucker! Fuck my young cunt. Fuck me! Tell me what you
think of me, Don! Make me a mommy!! TELL ME!"
Don pushed her back onto the bed farther, but kept her knees pinned to
her shoulders. As he pressed his weight onto her, he yelled in her
ear, "I'm going to tear your teenage pussy up, Amy! I'm going to rip
your cunt apart with my cock! When I cum in you, it's going to blow
your fucking head off! It's going to split your womb! Goddammit, I
wanna KNOCK YOU UP!!!"
Amy replied with, "Oh yes! That's it! Fuck me hard Don! Fuck me harder
than you have ever fucked a woman before! Tear my young pussy up! I
know you like it! I know you like shaved pussy, Don! How tight is it
around your cock? I can feel you ripping me apart! I think I'm going
to cum again! God mother fuckin' damn, I wanna pass an egg...I wanna
pass TWO eggs...TWO DOZEN eggs!"
Don told her that she felt wonderful.
"You're so tight, it's squeezing my cock to death! I love tight, bald,
teenage pussy, Amy! I love your cunt!" he yelled. "I love you so much
I wanna knock you up every year you live!!!"
As Amy's hips began to burn with another orgasm, Don could feel his
cum ready to explode. He wanted to keep going, but she was just too
much. He raised up a little, and looked down at the gorgeous sixteen
year old underneath him. With the thought of her young, naked body
embedded in his mind, Don started shooting semen deep into her snatch.
The teenager was half his size, and less than half his age - at least
she was half an hour ago - but she was still trying to fuck him to
death, he thought.
"I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!" he yelled at Amy.
Amy panted back to him as he continued to look her up and down.
"So am I! So am I!"
And then they looked in each other's eyes and started chanting the
same word:
"Pregnant! Pregnant! PREGNANT!"
The chanting got louder as Don's cum got closer. Amy took up the
pleading, her eyes now transfixed on Don's like she was hypnotized,
the thought of a baby inside her taking over her entire being.
"Oh, Don," she all but begged. "I wanna be pregnant! Make me pregnant!
Cum in me, hun! Make a baby in me!! I wanna thank you so much for
saving me...I love you so much, and I'll love our babies...I wanna get
pregnant!"
Now Don REALLY couldn't believe his luck! This 16 year old angel not
only was in love with him, was the finest fuck he had ever had, was so
wonderful and brilliant and alluring she could have any male but
instead chose him for her man, but she also wanted to parade around
her kingdom with their BABY inside her gut! His dream was being
realized: He was having a kid with a kid, and the kid who was getting
knocked up with his seed was more of a woman than he had ever fucked
or even known in his entire life!!
Suddenly, Don stopped fucking and started erupting, the cum blasting
from his penis into Amy's twitching, trembling vagina. Don froze and
let his face do all the speaking - wide eyed, no sound but a hissing
gasp. Amy let her face erupt in a happy, ecstatic grin of incredulous
pleasure, like she was getting what she had long wished for. If only
Father had lived to see this moment, she thought with a touch of
sadness and wonder...
As the lovers had simultaneous orgasms, they both were in heaven. Don
felt the warm rush of their mixed juices running down his balls. As he
slowly got up off of Amy, he looked down to see a gush of cum run out
her pussy, and down to her asshole.
"You're a great fuck, Amy," he told her, as he continued to look her
body over. He dove down and began to lick her cunt clean, sucking his
overflow into his mouth, then quickly rose up to her face and frenched
her, sharing their precious creams and oils.
Amy licked, smiled and replied to him, "Thank you, sir. And so are
you!" She paused a moment, looked down and then looked into his eyes.
"And I hope my tummy can prove just how much of a virile stud you
really are, my darling!"
Her hand slid down lazily onto her flat stomach, sliding it over the
top of the skin where a child's presence would extend her outward for
all the world to see and enjoy. Her face began to emit an unquenchable
radiance, as though she already was enjoying impending mommyhood.
Don crawled into the bed with Amy, and laid down next to her under the
sheets. This time, he laid his head on her chest, and lightly chewed
her nipple. Amy ran her fingers through his hair, and began to
tell him more about herself.
"I've never even masturbated before this, Don. I've never done
anything like this in my life," she told him. "And here I am now,
hoping I'm *pregnant*!"
Don was amazed that she had NEVER been touched between her legs, not
even by herself. But he believed her, and could tell how pure Amy was
as he violated her over and over again.
The two lovers fell asleep in each other's arms, holding the other one
tight.
The next morning, when they awoke, Amy told Don she had a surprise for
him. He wondered what it was, so he asked her.
"What is it, dear?" he asked.
Amy smiled as she begged him, "Don, please stay here in my kingdom
with me. Don't return to your land. Don't leave me here alone. Will
you promise to stay with me forever? I love you so very much, I can't
stand the thought of losing you. Even to your wife!"
Don thought for a moment, then told her he would stay. He liked this
life better than the one he had, loved her even more than his
wife, so why should he return?
"I'll stay, just as long as I get to keep sleeping with the queen!" he
jested.
Amy kissed him, then pulled back her head and said, "This teenage
queen's body is all yours. You can have it anytime you desire. And if
you need any younger pussy, or something different, all you
have to do is ask. I can get any girl in this kingdom to fuck you just
like I did. But the one thing I desire most above all is for you to be
my husband! My husband, and the father of my children. Can you imagine
our *child* one day ruling this land??"
With that, Don grabbed the back of Amy's head, and kissed her
passionately. As they continued to kiss, Don felt her warm hand wrap
around his cock.
"Time for number six?" she asked, laughing at Don's look on his face.
Don just smiled and kissed her again, letting his cock start to grow
in her hand. "I love you, Amy, my wife," he told her.
"I love you, too, my husband," she replied, jacking him faster and
faster. "I don't know about you, but I feel like setting a wedding
date..."
Don paused with a frown.
"What's wrong, dear?" Amy asked with concern and fear, her hand
stopping in mid-stroke.
"Amy, just what in hell do we do about my *wife*?" Don asked.
Chapter 19/One Last Loose End...
Judy could not figure out why Don had not come to dinner. As she
excused her self from the table, she strolled behind the castle,
coming on the same pond her husband had found. It seemed so peaceful
here...
...and then something on the ground caught her eye. In the bright
moonlight, it looked like a rock...but it seemed too smooth and square
to be -
"That's Don's wallet," she thought to herself. She looked further.
There was his pocketknife, their room key, his handkerchief with
pocket change in it!
Judy froze in confusion. What IS this, she thought. Quickly, she bent
down and picked up the items, opening her purse and putting them in.
She was about to grasp the key to their room in the castle when, out
of the corner of her eye, the pond began to ripple and a light began
to come from it.
She looked into the water and was stunned by what she thought she saw.
It was Don! With a...a child!??!? Or WAS that Don?? It did look like
him, but then again...the man was so...youthful...
The couple in the water were...naked! And they were touching each
other!!!
She could not believe it! They were playing with each other's
crotches!! What was this? What was going ON here???
This was almost too much for Judy to stand. But then, they turned
their heads and looked into her eyes, as though they could see her on
the other side of the water. They smiled at her.
And motioned her to come to them.
Judy's mind was no longer her own. Her face was waxy, almost
unfeeling. She seemed to no longer be conscious of her own
surroundings. Her mouth hung open, slighly, no sound or saliva coming
out of it.
She started to move toward the water, toward the enticing scene. Her
foot contacted the pond, the wetness running over her shoe. She didn't
feel it.
She kept walking, further and further, into the pond. More steps she
took, more deeper she went. The light, the sight of the two young
people seemingly calling out to her, kept drawing her in further and
deeper, like a light attracting a mosquito about to be electrocuted in
the surrounding grate.
The water reached her neck, and still she walked forward...
And then the water covered her head...and she saw the light surround
her.
She walked forward, bathed in light, not realizing she was not
breathing. To her at this time, the only thing that mattered was the
light and walking to greet it, walking forward without stopping for
any reason...
Suddenly, her foot felt a bottom. She stepped, and found herself going
upward.
The light was still bright, still outshining the figures she had seen
in the pond. But now she was rising, as though she were climbing a
hill. Suddenly, Judy's head broke through the water, and her lungs
gulped in a needed breath.
Surprisingly, when she had went under the water, she had paid no
attention to the fact she needed air. In fact, she seemed to simply
sink into a space, as though it were more than water that encased her.
Now, she stepped up more.
She found herself in...a corner made of stone, as if it were a place
where people could go hide. She looked up and felt a soft breeze of
gentle air...
...and looked down and found herself naked!
Her clothes! Her shoes! Her purse! And what was even more incredible:
The floor! It was now solid rock!! How did she come through that??
She looked around quickly in sheer panic and confusion, trying to get
better oriented to her surroundings. Just then, a soft voice spoke.
"Hello, Judy."
Judy turned quickly toward the voice, finding herself looking into the
eyes of the girl she had seen in the pond! This girl was a lovely
blonde teenager, she thought, but surely she was a hallucination.
"Is this what drowning is like?" Judy thought.
The young woman stepped toward Judy, who looked like a middle aged
matron compared to her. Before Judy could react, the blonde took her
in her arms and kissed her fully on the lips, her tongue darting into
Judy's mouth.
"What WAS this?" Judy thought. "Who IS this funny bitch? What is she
DOING to me??" Judy was too stunned to fight her off, though - and
something else was happening to her, though she did not notice it
right away.
Her crotch was tingling!
The girl broke the kiss and smiled at her older companion. "I know why
you are here and who you are, Judy," the blonde said in a seductive
Irish lilt. "It is now time to begin you on your new life."
"New LIFE???" Judy hollered in a tone of incredulity and anger. "Just
what are you talking about, you little tramp? Who ARE you?? Where is
my husband?? What have you done to him?"
"Nothing harmful," said a masculine voice from her right, as though it
had come out of the stone wall surronding her. Judy turned and saw a
handsome young naked man staring her in the face. He had very familiar
features, she thought, particularly...she looked down and did not
recognize the dick...but she did the eyes...
"DONALD!!!" Judy screamed.
Don moved his hand to her lips, as if to shush her.
"Just relax and enjoy it, babe," he smiled evilly. Judy trembled as
though she was in fear of her life, but Don leaned forward and kissed
her as the blonde moved in and began to lick Judy's ear.
Judy shook her head in protest violently. "Stop it, stop it," she
shrieked like a housewife being raped, her hands bunching into fists.
She glared at the girl, readying to strike her. "Just WHAT in hell are
you-"
Her voice was cut off as Don lunged forward and kissed her deeply. At
the same moment, the blonde reached forward and lunged two fingers on
her left hand into Judy's cunt. Judy began to thrash about angrily,
but her violence had no effect on the two as they began their sexual
assault on the woman.
Amy then leaned forward and licked her tongue along the length of
Judy's hot throbbing slit. Never in her life had Judy imagined such a
degredation, and now here was a mere child eating her cunt! And Don
was NOT stopping her; in fact he seemed to be encouraging her on!
Suddenly, Judy began to go limp. The feel of the tongue on her cunt -
the first one other than Don's in her life - began to weaken her legs
and make her insides buttery. As Don broke his kiss, he let Judy's
head slide down, as though she were in a daze, to his hard cock.
Without protesting, she took her soon to be former husband's dong in
her mouth, finally giving him the blow job she should have during
their marriage.
Judy began to suck away on Don's cock like it was a staff nourishing
her very soul, not caring if she got any seed from the fleshy tube,
more acclimating herself to the feel of manmeat between her lips. Amy,
meanwhile, kept licking away at the creamy cavern that was Judy's
pussy, getting more and more of her vaginal honey into her gullet. As
she licked, a spell of hers began to work on Judy's fevered mind.
Within moments, Judy would become a sexual submissive, a willing
recipient of anyone's affections.
The moan of pleasure from the woman gave Amy the signal all was done.
As Don closed his eyes and pictured his wife of 10 years finally
sucking on his dick like she should have, Amy stepped back from Judy's
snatch and gave Don a fast signal. Don instinctively pulled his cock
from Judy's mouth and lifted her by wrapping an arm under her
shoulders. As she stood up, she cocked a leg upward like a skater
readying to make a one legged turn.
Don saw his moment and thrust his cock into his wife's cunt. As he
began to thrust into the pussy of the woman he had married, slam into
her with a sheer mean ferocity he had never dreamed of, she began to
fling her head about like a dancer in the throes of an orgasm from so
many expressive movements. The effect on Judy was to clear her mind,
her memory, her past - to simply erase her past existence and replace
it with a new reality.
She was being fucked, like a dog in heat, and was unable to even utter
words to describe her feeling at the moment. Her mind was so gone and
so clouded by Amy's magic that she no longer cared about herself - all
she was, all she had become, was meat to be invaded, eaten and
inseminated. And she now even had a desire to eventually be fucked
with child, so deep had this change taken a root. Such was the power
and range of Amy's magic.
The fucking continued unabated, but this time Don had no feeling; it
was as if his cock was not going to explode in this woman because he
no longer had a reason to cum inside her. And that was fine with him -
so fine, in fact, that he quickly withdrew his cock from her cunt,
lowered her leg, parted her ass cheeks, and slammed his cock into her
ass with one thrust. Something he had never done before because his
wife refused on the grounds that it was sick, and now here he was
buttfucking this bitch who didn't have the courage to give him a
family for all she was worth, or worth left.
This fucking was less a case of love than it was retribution. All Don
wanted to give his less than beloved wife was an opportunity to
realize how much she had denied him and how great the pleasure would
be if she no longer lived in her constant denial. There was truly more
to life than accomplishment and accumulation, he realized, and those
who are strong enough to resist those temptations in favor of those
gifts that can only be earned - namely, a happy and secure family, a
strong and vibrant sexuality, and a peaceful and gentle life - are the
ones nature blesses with the titles of Man and Woman.
Judy Galway was gone now, replaced with the name Judith. No surname,
just Judith. Don's fucking seemed to have an effect on Judith as well;
with each set of thrusts, Judith's tits seemed to have less sag, her
buttocks seemed to firm and glow, her entire being took on a refreshed
air - but her mind nearly vanished! All that was left of her memory
was her name and the fact that she had a man at home to take care of.
The conflict made her senses swirl, and she began to drift into a near
faint. Don sensed this and let his now limp wife slowly crumple,
gently, like a paper doll, to the surprisingly warm but not
surprisingly hard floor. Judith made contact with the ground and
promptly curled into a ball, her being racked with convulsions but
noticeably free of any sobs of pain or remorse. She seemed to snuggle
into a trance.
This was the moment Amy had been waiting for.
Amy waved her hand and another ring of light materialized. She turned
and beckoned to the center of the ring, as if she were summoning a
figure from inside. As if on cue, a leg stepped out of the glow,
followed by an arm, then a torso, then another arm and leg, and then a
familiar face.
But a familiar face that was now many years younger.
"Hello, Gabriel," smiled Amy at the blacksmith. She turned toward
Judy's now quivering, restless prone form and waved her hand.
"Meet your new wife, my dear faithful friend," smiled Amy as she let
Gabriel move over to the woman; the smith lifted Judy's form like she
were a doll in the arms of a child, with ease and grace practiced on
the firmest and heaviest metals of the kingdom. For Gabriel's part, he
would enjoy having a companion like Judy; she would gladly mesh her
personality with his - and, in time, even be amenable to bearing a
child or two of his.
Don looked at the smith that had helped him find Amy and smiled.
Gabriel beamed. "I will take great care of this woman, and none shall
be the wiser of what has transpired," said the master forge, now a
good 20 years younger himself. Judy still rested, satiated from the
fucking and sucking Amy and Don had put her through - but now, her
memory of her earlier life was like the existence Don and her had left
behind. That is, gone without a trace.
And when she did awaken at dawn, she turned to Gabriel and looked in
his eyes, as if nothing were amiss, and then realized she had chores
to take care of...as he smiled at her. They would discuss their family
to be later...
Epilogue...
The tour guide, dressed in her 17th century costume, began to tell for
the latest countless time the tale she had committed to memory years
before.
"This castle represents the greatest time in history for our country,"
the guide said as she pointed toward the portraits. She told the tale
of how the late King Joseph Kilkenny had given his nephew Sean power
over the castle until his daughter Amy had reached her 16th birthday
and could inherit the land. She told of how Sean was controlled by the
king's banished brother Neirbo, and how Neirbo and his men had
kidnapped Amy and were preparing to defile her sexually before she
could receive her crown.
The guide pointed toward the portrait of Amy - but this time, Amy was
not alone in her painting.
"To her side is the gallant man who saved her, Sir Donald Galway..."
said the guide, a descendant of the couple, with a slight tear in her
eye...
THE END