("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Doing My Duty by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** A young son does his father's job on the old man's wedding night. (mf-teens, 1st, rom, medieval) *** When my father brought home his new wife from his unannounced visit to his neighbor's keep, I was both surprised and pleased. Surprised that he had married again for he had a stable of willing lasses to warm his bed and pleased because the girl was comely and much closer to my age than to his. I know it's wrong, but that is how I thought about her. She was named Clytemnestra after the queen of Greek myth but was called, thank the gods, Kitty, and she was a tall, slim girl of perhaps eighteen years and very pretty in fact very, very pretty. I never did get her to tell me her age, or much else for that matter, except for instructions on ways to please her and for a maiden, she was quite demanding and rather imaginative. She took a great deal of pleasing. My porcine and enfeebled father, who was nearing seventy years at the time and not likely to achieve that goal, staged a feast of welcome for this fourth bride. He fell asleep at the table, a cup of wine in his trembling hand, and his guards had to haul his corpulent body to his bed. I took it upon myself, as the last remaining son at hand, to escort the lovely, and I was sure virginal, bride. She smiled at me shyly and held my arm to her lithe body as we mounted the stairs. I was surprised her breasts were so firm and so firmly corseted. "I fear," she whispered, "that your dear father will do me little harm tonight." "Nor little good," I whispered, enjoying the view of her fine mounds, which actually rubbed against each other in her tight corset and thus produced a deep valley begging for exploration. I bent and kissed high on both breasts and then nuzzled her throat. She purred. Father's men had undressed him down to his frilly shirt and he lay on his back snoring and looking like a beached whale, his wrinkled privates hidden by his fat belly. The girl and I stood beside the high bed, looked at him and then at each other. "Perhaps," she sighed, "you will have to be his substitute. Can you do that? Do his duties?" She smiled and licked her lips as her hand came to fondle my bulging groin. "I can but try," I whispered back as I set to unlacing her bodice. "He would not allow me to bring any of my maids with me," she said as she wiggled under my eager hands. "Such a pity," I told her as I bent to kiss the tiny nipples of her warm, plump breasts again, each one, when she was down to shift and stays. "There is a closet over there where you may wash and do what you need do," I suggested. She went up on her toes and kissed my cheek and pulled free of my hands. When she emerged she had shed her waist-cinching corset and wore only her thin undergarment. She was barefoot. She stood beside the bed, glanced at her new husband whose fat belly rose and fell with his breathing and then somehow shrugged the wide-set straps from her shoulders and let her white gown flutter to the floor, pausing briefly at her jutting nipples and womanly hips. My heart stopped and my mouth fell open I am sure. She crawled up onto the bed giving me a fine view of her rounded buttocks and tight-lipped cunny, a bulging mouth in a furry nest waiting to be kissed, to be licked and sucked. With my heart restarted and racing, I disrobed quickly, freed my aching member from my tight codpiece and slipped under the covers beside her, rigid and all but panting, my woman pleaser already dripping. Although I had just turned seventeen, I was well practiced with girls having enjoyed the charms of the household maids for five years or so. Hardly a day passed, that one or another of the young females didn't lead me aside and spread her charms for my attention. "Please Billy," Kitty sighed as I hugged her and let her feel my stalk on her legs, having convinced her not to call me Guillem as my father did, "Be gentle for I am a true virgin and know nothing of men." I kissed my way down her ripe body, sucking her hard tits and licking at her navel on my way to her treasures where I devoured her until she arched, writhed and gasped, clamping one hand to her mouth and the other to the back of my head as her groin liquefied and her nether lips fluttered. I actually entered her with my tongue and found her hot and ready, as wet as any of the luscious youngsters with whom I had dallied. I spread her long legs and rose between them, my iron- hard member in my shaking hand, eager to introduce the lovely youngster to the joys of the flesh. I rubbed its purple head up and down her stretched lips and then screwed it into to her pink opening and pushed. She arched, dug in her heels and raised her knees. "Ah," she gasped loudly and my father, lying beside us and insensate, groaned. I was in perhaps as deep as my thumb might reach and she was fiercely tight, outer lips fluttering, inner ones rippling, sucking me deeper. She shook her head from side to side, covering her face with her dark hair and lifting her legs higher, knees bent, as my ram probed deeper and found her taut maidenhead. I grasped both legs and spread them widely. I kissed and licked at her breasts, nibbled her neck and then kissed her deeply and tongued her as I pressed deeper, upward and inward, my cods in turmoil and my ram aching. I had opened a few virgins and generally found them more trouble than they were worth. She whimpered when she yielded, and I ripped her open and slipped the whole thing in her, right to the balls and let go of her legs. She looked up at me wide-eyed and then she smiled as I began to recoil. "Good, good, well done. You can't imagine how strange that feels, being torn open. It's alive and it's in me." I thrust slowly back in, all the way in and then recoiled once more, held my eager prick right at her quivering inner lips and asked, "Ready?" She nodded and I fucked her, harder and faster than I had ever done, and she met me thrust for thrust with her pelvis, wrapping me in her long legs, bracing her heels on my butt and pressing me deeper and snorting with effort, arched up on her head and shoulders. We banged our bodies together, merciless, both of us. Soon the only sounds were our grunting with effort and our flesh smacking together. "Yes, yes, yes,' she sobbed as she arched up and rocked from side to side. "Do it, do it, do it! It's so good, so good. Harder, still harder!" She shuddered beneath me and went absolutely rigid and then collapsed into softness. It was wonderful. I was tireless. Sweat poured down my face and dripped off my nose. I slowed, lifted her right leg high, ducked my head and rolled her over on her face, and then, with my hands crushing her young breasts I impaled her once more, satisfied myself fully and pumped my cream into her until I was spent, pulled free and flopped down beside her quivering body. She climbed over me, kissed me and stroked my slimy cock and then licked it and fondled my emptied scrotum. "Oh Billy," she sobbed. "I need more." "Soon, soon," I told her, hoping I was not lying. Then my long, limp cock was in her mouth and her tongue was circling its head. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 76