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A Kanker gets her man (Part 3)

“There. The perfect décor.”
Double D puts a rose in a placed vase dead center on his kitchen table, which goes with two mouth-watering gourmet dinners placed on each end. With his parents off on a business trip, he’s decided to jump into dangerous waters and actually pursue a relationship with the woman he once sought to avoid at all costs…Marie Kanker. A quick jaunt online gave him the idea of starting off with a romantic dinner, one that he hopes will calm the feisty Kanker and possibly corral her hormones, though he’s not holding his breath.
“This is the perfect setting for a night of amore.” He says, pleased with the romantic setup of the table. “I’ve even brought out the paper plates, to save mother’s good china should Marie feel amorous this night.”
He takes a step back and admires the setup he’s produced. But the admiration is short-lived as the backdoor to his kitchen is kicked wide open, and Eddy steps into the room. “Break out the party favors, sock-head!” He yells as he makes a beeline to the table and chomps down at the food on one plate, which upsets Double D.
“Eddy!” He says, walking over to the table and sitting down across from him. “Cut that out! I’ll have you know that I cooked this special meat for Marie!”
Eddy does indeed stop after he hears that, but the food on his place is virtually gone so it makes no difference. “Yeah, yeah!” He says. “You know, just cause you’re dating her doesn’t mean you have to feed her.”
“It’s called being romantic, Eddy.” Double D tells him.
“No, it’s called being a patsy!” Eddy counters, jumping to his feet and pointing at Edd. “You’re letting that Kanker make you soft! Soon you’ll be holding hands with her and making up pet names like Lumpy does!” He calms down and sits back down before inquiring about Ed. “He’s still on vacation in that canyon, ain’t he?”
Double D nods his head yes. Ed left with his family for a short vacation, and snuck May along with him. They haven’t heard from him since. “I hope he’s able to bring back some photos of that Canyon.” Edd says. “I’m interested to see if any natural changes have occurred to that landmark.”
Eddy just sighs and drops his head to the table. “I can’t believe you made me sign that stupid contract for no parties here.”
Edd cracks a subtle grin upon hearing that. Knowing his parents were going out of town, he made sure Eddy’s plans didn’t result in the destruction of his property. “Well why don’t you just throw a soirée at your own abode?” He asks.
“Are you bonkers?” Eddy responds. “When my mom & dad when to visit my dumb brother, they told me no parties or I’ll be moved in the basement. And I just got into my brother’s room! Which reminds me…” Eddy pauses as he pulls what looks to be a folded up blueprint sheet out of his pocket, clears the table of every item and spreads the sheet out over it. “I’ve just finished my Greatest Scam Yet!”
Double D sighs, knowing that there’s no way he can talk Eddy out of this. “What is it this time?”
“It’s perfect!” Eddy boasts, before explaining. “First, we…” Suddenly, the kitchen lights begin to flicker for a moment, before going completely dark, leaving Double D & Eddy in that state. “What the hell?”
“It appears we are in the midst of a power outage.” Double D remarks. “We must see if this has affected the neighborhood.”
With that, he stands up from the table and heads out of the backdoor, followed behind by Eddy, who folds his blueprints up into his pocket. As they walk outside, they can see that in fact the entire neighborhood is experiencing a power loss. The cul-de-sac residents also walk out of their houses, namely Nazz, Kevin, Rolf, Johnny and Plank.
“Aw man, another blackout?” Nazz says, standing on the sidewalk wearing an old baby T-shirt, her tight, short school gym shorts and thigh-high sweat socks. Needless to say it’s a wardrobe that’s eye capturing, even in the darkness. It more than gets Double D & Eddy’s attention, as they drop their jaws in awe of her sexiness.
“Mind not gawking so hard, dorks?” Kevin snipes at them, which breaks their gaze.
“Uh, of course.” Double D answers, snapping out of it. “I believe we need to pay a visit to the neighborhood generator in order to reach the center of this conundrum.” Unfortunately, that statement more than confuses Johnny & Rolf, at least until Eddy translates.
“He means we need to reset the switches to get the lights back on.” He translates, which they understand.
“In that case, Rolf offers the assistance of his mighty pork warriors to journey with the Greedy & Know-it-all Ed boys!” Rolf says. From what they gather, loosely translated, Rolf is offering his pigs to go with the Eds.
“Uh, that’s perfectly alright, Rolf.” Double D says. “Let’s go, Eddy.”
The two make their way towards the generator as everyone else turns and heads back into their homes. Unbeknownst to the two Eds though, two pairs of eyes watch them from afar. More specifically, eyes that come from a certain Trailer in the Park n’ Flush Trailer Park. Through binoculars, both Marie & Lee Kanker watch their respective targets almost as if they’re on stakeout.
“They’re making their way to the generator, Lee.” Marie says.
“I see, I see.” Lee replies. “Time to start part 2 of my plan! You know what to do, right?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Marie tells her, putting down her binoculars. “A gal never forgets. It’s like riding a bike.”
“Or taking one.” Lee says, as she also puts down her binoculars. The two then reach over and grab black velvet bags that seem to be filled with various tools. Snickering & giggling, they leave the comfort of their Trailer and make their way, sneakily, towards the cul-de-sac.
At that moment, Double D & Eddy reach a tall telephone poll and approach the neighborhood generator that resides at its base. As Double D inspects the generator switches, Eddy occupies his mind with thoughts of Nazz in her nightwear…and what he would do to her.
“Aw, man! Did you see what she was wearing?” He says. “I would SO hit that until I couldn’t walk!”
“Eddy, do you mind not discussing Nazz as if she were some sex object?” Double D asks annoyed.
“Quit your griping, sock head.” Eddy counters. “Besides, it’s not like you and that Kanker don’t get down & dirty every time she even looks at you.”
“That is far from the truth, Eddy!” Double D tells him. “When Marie & I come together, we make beautiful, passionate love and hold each other closely afterwards.” He looks back at Eddy to find him shooting off a look of disbelief. Double D was never a good liar. “OK, she rides me like a mechanical bull. But still…”
Double D flicks a switch in the generator box and, in an instant, every light to every house in the cul-de-sac comes back on. He starts to feel a strong sense of pride over the work that he’s done, but it fades quickly with what comes next.
“WHAT THE HELL, MAN???” The two Eds can here Kevin’s voice loud and clear, and he doesn’t sound happy. “SOMEONE STOLE MY STUFF!!!”
“ME TOO!!!” Nazz yells from inside of her house.
“PLANK TOO!!!” Johnny yells. Intrigued & worried about this development, Double D quickly rushes back towards the cul-de-sac, as Eddy hangs behind, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
“Wait just a second…this is almost like…”
“Come on, Eddy!” Double D says, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along. The two run back into the center of the cul-de-sac, where they’re greeted an angry Kevin and the rest of the neighborhood
“I knew this power outage was part of that dork’s plan!” He accuses, pointing to Eddy. “They probably want to steal our stuff, and then sell it back to us saying it’s new!”
“HEY!!!” Eddy takes exception to that and storms towards Kevin before Double D steps between them.
“Gentlemen, please!” He says. “Kevin, there’s no way Eddy could’ve possibly stolen any of your items. He was with me when we activated power.”
“Yeah, ya probably got the big dork in hiding so he can do all the work.” Kevin counters.
“Lumpy’s on vacation!” Eddy snaps at him. “And for your information, it’s someone else who’s the thief!”
“And why should we believe you?” Kevin asks.
“Because it’s MY PLA…uh, it…is my place to…help you guys catch the ones who’re behind this!” Eddy says, quickly saving himself from self-incrimination.
“Whatever.” Kevin says, turning his back on him as Eddy turns to his neighbors.
“OK, you guys check this side of the cul-de-sac, me and the brainiac will check over here!” He says.
“If we’re gonna be looking around, I better put on something else.” Nazz says, before retreating back into her house. Rolf, Johnny and Plank team up to search the south end of the cul-de-sac, while Edd & Eddy investigate the north end. Kevin, not feeling like teaming up, searches the east end himself. As they journey behind the houses, Double D starts to praise Eddy’s helpfulness and leadership.
“I’m proud of you, Eddy.” He says. “You’ve made astounding strides to help your fellow man and…”
“We’re not really gonna search, sock head!” Eddy tells him.
“I should’ve known.” Double D responds flatly. “Mind telling me what we are doing? Eddy?”
Edd looks over at his friend and spots the vacant yet joyous stare in his eyes. He’s about to question what could gather so much of his attention when he notices movement out the corner of his eye. Turning towards it, Double D begins to understand completely. They’re right behind Nazz’s house, with a perfect view of her bedroom…where she’s currently undressing.
“Oh, my…” Double D utters, in complete shock. He can see every inch & every curve of her body as she sheds her nightwear in favor of something more street appropriate. Currently topless, she walks over to her closet in search of a black T-shirt. Double D’s eyes become fixated on her breasts, which are almost identical to Marie Kanker’s. Needless to say, it causes his pants to become tighter. Nazz emerges from the closet with one in hand and Edd freezes in place. It just occurred to him that he’s easily in her view, and if she turns to see him, he would be forever branded the neighborhood pervert, killing any chance of continuing a friendship with her. But as she does turn towards her window, he feels a hand grab his shoulder and sharply pull him down to the ground. Eddy has just saved Double D from a lifetime of ridicule & embarrassment.
“Thank you, Eddy.” He whispers. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You were thinking the same thing I was.” Eddy replies. “MAN, SHE’S HOT!!!”
They notice that Nazz’s bedroom light has been turned off. Deeming it safe, they rise back to their feet. “I’ve really done it now.” Double D says, panic setting in. “I’m a voyeur! A peeping tom! I’ve crossed the line of decency!”
“Calm down, brainiac!” Eddy tells him. “We got bigger things to worry about.”
“Pray tell what, Eddy?” Double D asks.
“Someone’s using my plan!” Eddy reveals. “I don’t know how, but some jerk’s hijacked my greatest scheme, right down to the letter. It was all on that blueprint I showed you earlier! I planned to use a blackout as a cover to steal everyone’s stuff! Then, I would high-tail it to Rolf’s house and…”
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”
The sound of a cow bellowing interrupts Eddy and gets both of their attention. The two of them look out from behind Nazz’s house to see Rolf’s farm animals now running rampant through the cul-de-sac. Rolf frantically chases after them along with Johnny, as Eddy becomes even more furious.
“IT’S HAPPENING!!!” He says. “Someone’s using my plan! I gotta cut them off before the next part!”
“EDDY, WAIT!!!” Double D’s call is to no use. Eddy comes out of hiding and quickly joins the melee on the streets. Rolf spots him and thinks he’s coming to help coral the animals, but is proven wrong when Eddy tackles a pig, then starts riding it down the street, towards Kevin’s house.
“What is going on here?” Double D asks himself. Before he can think of an answer, a ringing comes from inside of his pocket. He pulls out a cell phone and answers the call. “Hello?”
“ECHO!!!”
Double D pulls the phone away from him, caught off guard by that scream. The voice on the other end is loud enough to shatter eardrums…and also very familiar. “Uh, Ed? You’re supposed to yell that into the Canyon.” He says, putting the cell back to his ear. He can hear Ed’s trademark chuckle on the other end, along with May’s faint giggle. “I take it you’re enjoying your time on vacation.”
“They have a restaurant that serves gravy, Double D!” Ed tells him.
“Well, at least you’re not here to make things worse.” Double D utters under his breath. He’s about to ask more about Ed’s vacation when he hears May’s voice on the other end.
“Make sure you don’t tell him about the plan, honey.” She tells Ed, which captures Double D’s interest.
“Plan, what plan?” He asks.
“Uh…NOTHING!” Ed yells through the phone, giving Double D’s eardrums another quake. “Just remember, no hanky-panky until you finished your chores!”
Click. Double D hears Ed hanging up on his end, and is left wondering just what Ed meant, and what plan is going on. “This almost has the makings of a highly covert operation.” He says to himself, as his brain goes into motion. “And exactly what did May mean by ‘not revealing the plan’?” It takes less that 2 seconds, but Double D begins to figure it out. “Wait…Eddy said that his blueprint was a plan, his greatest scheme. That must be what May was referring to! But…it’s not like a Kanker to have interest in get-rich-quick schemes, especially ones of Eddy’s caliber. But it must be Lee & Marie putting Eddy’s plan into motion. Could it be…is it possible that there could be an ulterior motive to their actions? But what? What could they possibly want with Eddy that—!” And it hits him, as hard as Ed charging forward to get his hands on free gravy and buttered toast. “It’s Lee. This must be part of her plot! May has Ed, Marie has obtained yours truly…and now the Kankers are looking to complete the trio. I must warn him. EDDY!!!”
He starts to rush off in the direction that Eddy went, until he feels a pair of eyes watching from behind. It’s an eerie, yet very familiar feeling, which causes him to gulp in nervousness. He knows who’s watching him, and knows there’s little to no escape. But still he tries, faking a move around the corner before trying to make a break for it the long way. He gets one step before a slender, sexy figure leaps out from the darkness and traps him against the side of Nazz’s house. With an arm bordering him in on each side, Double D looks forward to see his stalker…Marie Kanker.
“Hello, lover.” She says with a seductive grin.
“Marie…such a pleasant surprise.” Double D tells her, wearing a nervous grin. “I…was just off on a late night stroll…”
“I heard what you said.” Marie reveals, which makes Double D even more nervous. “I told Lee you would figure it out first. My man is the smartest one.”
“Thank you.” He says, still wary of the situation but gaining confidence. “But…be that as it may…Eddy deserves to know of this plot, and as his friend, I must tell him.”
Marie turns her head away, looking disappointed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Or, you could do something much better.”
“I could?” Double D asks, confused. “What?”
“Me!”
In a flash, Double D feels his lips smothered by Marie’s, and his chest smothered by her heaving breasts. “I walked right into that one.” He thinks. “Which now…I think isn’t such a bad thing.” Feeling peer pressure from her lips, he wraps his arms around Marie’s hips, and embraces her. But Marie wants them elsewhere, as she moves his hands lower, onto her ass. The action heats up between the two as not only does Marie sample Double D’s tongue, but she reaches down and unbuckles his pants. She then slides her hand into his boxers and starts jerking ‘little Edd’, a move which shocks Double D enough for him to break the kiss.
“Marie, have you lost all control?” He asks.
“What? You can do me, too!” She responds, moving his hand into her pants & white panties. The feeling of his fingertips against her bare snatch is almost enough to give him a nosebleed, but it’s exhilarating to him as well. And it’s that exhilaration that causes him to move his fingers slowly, rubbing her snatch as she strokes his manhood.
“Now you’re getting into it.” She says, before injecting her tongue back into his mouth. The combination of this foreplay action nearly sends Double D’s sensors into overload. Marie is doing everything to show that she wants it right here & now, and he’s very close to giving her what she wants. But a familiar voice changes his mind.
“Hey Double D, is that you?”
Johnny’s voice comes from around the corner of the house, and it causes Edd’s heart to skip a beat. No one but Ed & Eddy knows about his newfound relationship with Marie, and he’s hesitant to reveal it for fear of not knowing their reaction. Instinctively, he pushes Marie away, but she fights to reattach her lips to his. “Uh, yes Johnny. It’s me.”
Johnny falls back and leans against the side of Nazz’s house, with Plank in hand. He’s completely unaware that 5 feet away around the corner, Marie is still trying to jump into Edd’s pants. “Plank thought he heard someone familiar.” Johnny says. “Boy, this has been one helluva night, huh Double D?”
Edd’s about to answer when Marie achieves success, pressing her lips to his in another wet kiss. Frantically, he pushes her back to get some breathing space. “Yeah, it has been one for memories.” He answers, as a strange yet good sensation comes across him. He looks back at Marie and notices his mistake…he pushed her away by her breasts. The impromptu grope only serves to make her hotter, as she bum rushes his lips again, wrapping her arms around him along with one leg.
“Do ya think we’ll find the robber who stole all that stuff?” Johnny asks.
It takes all of his strength, but Double D’s able to push her away a few inches, just far enough to talk. “I…am sure…the culprits…will be discovered…soon!”
Johnny puts his 2×4 friend to his ear and ‘listens’ up. “Plank thinks you’re right, Double D. Well, back to the search. See ya!”
Johnny pushes himself off the wall and walks off towards the cul-de-sac, leaving the two lovers alone. “That Johnny’s one donut short of a baker’s dozen.” Marie says.
Double D is about to correct her, when he realizes that he’s in agreement. “Actually, that’s an accurate description of-MMMMPPHHHHHH!!!”
Edd’s caught off guard again as the lip-lock resumes. Slowly, he starts to succumb to Marie and her amorous ways, especially since the coast is clear…or so he thought.
“Double D? Are you back there?”
This time the voice belongs to Nazz, and it causes Ed’s heart to sink like the Titanic. He musters up whatever strength is left and forces Marie away from his lips yet again. “Uh…yes. Just investigating the lawn for any clues as to who could’ve burgled the houses.”
Marie becomes fed up with being pushed away from Double D’s lips, and switches her focus. She slowly moves down Edd’s body, squatting down right in front of him. From there she starts pulling down his pants, which causes Double D to latch onto them, desperately holding them up.
“It’s a beautiful night out here.” Nazz says.
“Y-y-yes, I agree.” Edd replies, before losing the battle with Marie. With his pants down, Marie has him prone and ready. Tugging down his boxers, she quickly grabs hold of his hardening member and gobbles it. The feel of her warm, wet mouth forces Double D to cover his own mouth, muffling all grunts & moans that come out. But they’re still loud enough for Nazz to hear.
“Hey, you OK dude?” She asks.
“I’m…fine…” Double D struggles out as Marie continues to give him good mouth treatment.
“OK.” Nazz replies. “Hey, I know you take a lot of crap from Kevin and stuff…”
As Nazz continues so does Marie, licking & sucking Double D’s Cock with enhanced desire. She takes it out of her mouth and replaces it with his balls while jerking & stroking the shaft. Double D is left unable to from this, and things only escalate as Marie’s nipples become hard and rub against his thighs. Surprisingly though, the two are still able to listen to Nazz & her words.
“…But you really are cool around here, Double D. I mean, that brain of yours has helped us out a lot of times, and I just wanted to say thanks. Well, better get back to looking. See ya around!”
Nazz turns and leaves the two to their lonesome again, and in the nick of time. Marie has just engulfed Edd’s manhood again and is working overtime on it. Double D grits his teeth, as he feels her sucking him closer & closer to his limit.
“OH MOTHER OF CREATION, I’M ABOUT TO ERUPT!!!”
And he does, letting loose a hot dose of cum right in Marie’s face. He also involuntarily spurts onto her black shirt, which she could care less about as she uses said shirt to wipe the man-juice off her face. Edd tries to apologize for his actions when he notices Marie staring at Nazz walking away. Or to be more precise, Nazz’s ass walking away.
“Maybe we should ask her to join in with us next time.” She suggests.
But that very suggestion sets off a thought in young Edd’s mind. The thought is of a three-way involving Marie & Nazz. He’s heard stories about it, and ever perused through Eddy’s magazines about it before turning away in embarrassment. Without a doubt the idea is exciting to him, so much so that he pulls Marie close for a passionate kiss, surprising & exciting her at the same time. It lasts 10 seconds before he pushes her away, and notices her lit up eyes & smile.
“YEAH! That’s more like it, stud!” She tells him. But as she goes in for more, Double D keeps her at bay.
“Wait! We can’t do it here!” He says. “It’s unsanitary!”
“Then let’s take this party to your house!” She counters, grabbing his hand and pulling him along the way. He can barely keep his pants up as they traverse behind the houses around the cul-de-sac, journeying towards Edd’s home. They stop about to houses away, behind Kevin’s house, as the commotion made by Eddy’s hog riding nears. Luckily it passes the front of the house and doesn’t expose them. Once the commotion fades, Marie makes a mad sprint for Double D’s house, pulling him along behind. Once there, Edd leans against the back door of his house, trying to catch his breath as Marie takes this moment to apply the trademark Kanker lipstick to her lips.
“Well, it appears that we’ve made it unseen and—OOOOMPHHH!!!”
An open mouth kiss prevents him from catching more breath as Marie tackles him into his home. With her arms locked around him in a vice grip, she peppers him with kisses all over his face. Double D tries to make the best of this situation as he notices the prepared dining table meant for the two.
“OK, this can be a positive.” He thinks. “We can finally have a quiet, candle-lit…”
CRAAAASH!!! The dining table is left in ruins due to their constant maneuvering around the kitchen. The Kanker attack leads into the Living Room, where Double D loses his balance and falls onto the couch, with Marie on top of him. She punctuates her lipstick kisses with a wet one on the lips, before pulling back and breaking it.
“Let’s get this party rockin’!” She says, pulling off her tight black T-shirt. As she tosses it aside though, Double D notices an item wedged between her firm breasts…a dildo. Instantly, he begins to have bad thoughts about her intentions on its use, due to the smut that comes in through his Spam E-Mail filter.
“Marie?” He asks nervously, pointing at it. “Is that…intended for me?”
Marie looks down at the dildo, then grins at her beau. “No, silly!” She tells him. “I brought it here so I can have something for my ass when we fuck.”
Even though Edd & Marie have been together for some months, he’s still shocked to the core upon hearing her say that. So shocked he doesn’t pay attention to her climbing off of him, standing up and taking off her tight jeans.
“She’s…into…anal intercourse?” He thinks to himself. “She just might be the most amorous woman I’ve ever met.”
Edd snaps out of his thought process when he notices Marie letting her black panties slide down to her ankles. She steps out of them and climbs back on top of Double D, dildo in hand. Straddling him, she grabs hold of his stiff pipe with her left hand while putting the dildo into her mouth. As she slides down onto his thick manhood, she lets out a muffled moan. Double D finds himself looking up at her in amazement as she works the dildo in her mouth.
“My word, as impossible as it may seem, I think I’m even more aroused than ever.”
Marie moves her hips up & down slowly, which makes Edd react by placing one hand on her hips, and the other groping her breasts. She continues to ‘lubricate’ the dildo in her mouth as Edd mimics her movements. He drives into her deeply, well experienced in how Marie likes it. His hand fondles her breasts and gently pinches her nipples, adding more excitement to the moment. This wasn’t the idea spot Double D chose for a night of tender love-making, but a hot night of couch sex is far from a disappointment for him. He begins to work up a sweat from his thrusts, which have increased moderately in speed, as Marie finally pulls the dildo from her mouth. She & Double D take a look at it, glistening with Marie’s saliva.
“Oh yeah, it’s ready.” She says, before handing it to Double D. “Now stick it in me, baby!”
Edd hesitantly takes the dildo and moves it towards her rear. “O-OK…if you say so…” His hesitance is due to possibility of hurting her, so he slowly brings it to her rear cheeks before pushing forward. As inch by inch ventures into her, she grabs hold of Edd’s t-shirt and grips it tightly, groaning and gritting her teeth all the way.
“Oh god, yeah Double D!” She yells, reaching behind her to guide his movements. Together, they work the dildo in & out as Marie starts riding his Cock again, this time at an increased speed. In the moment, Marie pulls Double D up close and smothers his lips with hers once more. Tongues quickly come back into play as their bodies press against each other. The action has become magma-hot as Marie’s body glistens with sweat. Edd’s pouring down himself, and as they continue to work the dildo together and pump each other, their orgasms approach like dual freight trains.
“OH, FUCK!!!” Marie screams. “I’M GONNA CUM, BABY!!!”
With one last good thrust, Edd injects his Cock as deep as it’ll go, and sends both of them to climax-land. He shoots out another load of his love, this time deep inside of Marie, who revels in it. His cum slowly starts seeping out the sides of her snatch, down his shaft and onto the couch, making the wet spot they created even wetter. In exhaustion, Marie falls onto her lover, who wraps his arms around her.
“A couple more times with this dildo, and I’ll be ready for your Cock up my ass.” Marie says lovingly.
“Heh…splendid.” Double D utters in exhaustion. It was a well spent night for him, which probably won’t end when Marie gets enough rest. And it’s at this moment that Double D remembers that his best friend Eddy is still in peril…but he doesn’t rush to do anything.
“Well…Eddy is fast runner.” He thinks. “He can escape Lee.”
At That Moment…
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Eddy’s ‘Hog’ wild ride on Wilber continues to send him all around the cul-de-sac, with Rolf chasing behind him trying to obtain his prized pig. For minutes he’s been led around with no control of his direction. But finally, he’s starting to get the hang of things. “Hey, I think I got it down.” He says. “Alright bacon breath, take me to Kevin’s…Oh, no.”
Eddy gets a look at the path in front of him, which leads to Rolf’s Pig Pen. He tries to steer away from it, but Wilber comes to a sudden stop and flings Eddy into the air. His landing area? Inside the Pig Pen.
“WHOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
With a sloppy splash, Eddy is sent face first into the pen and skids. He’s almost immediately covered in mud on impact, and as he comes to a stop, he can hear the sound of faint laughter. Rising up, he cleans the excess mud from his ears to hear the laughter a lot more clearly. It comes from Kevin & Rolf.
“Nice belly-flop, Dork!” Kevin from outside the Pig Pen. “I think the Russian Judge gave you a 4.”
“Rolf is impressed that you are as skilled as the swing in mud bathing.” Rolf adds.
Instead of coming back with a snipe remark, Eddy just angrily trudges out of the Pig Pen and over towards his house, the sound of mocking laughter echoing through the neighborhood. As he reaches his house, he opens the back door and slams it shut behind him, before making a beeline towards the bathroom and a shower.
“Stupid plan, all ruined!” He mutters. “I could’ve been up to my armpits in moolah, now!” He marches into the bathroom, mud still blurring his vision, and turns on the shower. Shedding his clothes, he steps into the shower wearing only his boxers, which have seriously been muddied. As the water rains down upon him, the mud quickly washes off his body and down the drain. Eddy lets out a depressed sigh as he places one hand against the wall and lets the water wash over him.
“At least I’ll get some peace inside here.” He tells himself, before noticing something strange down near the shower drain. Stooping down, he examines it closer to see that it’s a strand of hair…red hair. It’s at this moment that Eddy begins to realize he’s not alone. Feeling a presence in the shower with him, he slowly turns to see exactly who it is, hoping for the best but expecting the worse. He gets the latter when he sets eyes upon the intruder…Lee Kanker.
“What took ya so long?”
“KANKER!!!”
Eddy tries to bolt for the door but ends up on the receiving end of a Kanker pounce. Lee traps him against the shower floor & wall, and straddles him, making it hard to move. An up close view of Lee shows Eddy that she’s wearing matching bra & panties, both made of red lace. Even Ed could find out why she’s here.
“It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting.” She tells him.
“Get off of me, Amazon!” Eddy tells her, referring to her height advantage. “I already had a crappy night!”
“What, something didn’t go according to plan?” Lee asks sarcastically.
Eddy’s about to snipe back when he notices the tone of her voice. “How did you know about my plan?”
“Who do ya think put it to work?” She tells him with a smirk.
“YOU!!!” Eddy yells. “IT WAS ALL YOU! But…how did you find out?”
“Remember that wad of Fives you found in your front lawn?” Lee asks. Eddy nods his head yes. The wad helped him to get a new wardrobe. “While you were countin’ the bills, I snuck in your room and copied your plan. Then I put it into effect tonight. You were running around wonderin’ who did it, and all the while I waited here. Cuz I knew my little dreamboat would have to come home, Heh-Heh!”
“Wait a minute…” Eddy says, figuring it out. “So you stole my plan, made it happen and lured me into my shower. This is all just a plan to get me to fuck you, isn’t it?” Lee nods her head ‘yes’. “Well forget it! Your sisters may have gotten Lumpy & Sockhead, but my standards are higher. Now get off of me!”
Lee backs away from Eddy, but still stays on him, keeping him down. “Fine, if that’s how ya feel. Tell ya what, you give me one last kiss, I’ll let ya go and won’t bother ya for good.”
Eddy cocks an eyebrow upward, intrigued. “One kiss?”
“And I’m gone for good, short-stuff.” Lee tells him.
“Fine!” Eddy agrees. Puckering his lips, he prepares for one quick peck before giving her the boot out of his house. Unfortunately, it’s the complete opposite. Lee leans into him and gives him a kiss for the ages. As her large bosoms press against his chest, she keeps the kiss locked and starts bringing her tongue into play. The move stuns Eddy, and begins to weaken his defenses. Slowly, thoughts of giving Lee the boot are changed into giving her…something else. A certain something that can be felt by Lee through his boxers. Eddy begins to fall for Lee’s draw-in, even groping her breasts as the makeout continues. After a minute, she finally breaks the kiss, leaving a line of saliva connecting their lips, and leaving Eddy’s hands on her breasts.
“Still want me to leave?” She asks.
A grin develops on Eddy’s face, an unsure one. There’s no way he’d admit that he wants to be with a Kanker, especially Lee; but it would be the stupidest move ever to let her leave. So, with a hint of defeat and desire, he replies “Not…just yet…”
Lee grins victoriously, knowing she has him. “Of course not, stud-muffin.” She grabs hold of Eddy’s boxers and pulls them down as she climbs off of him. Once down to his knees, she pulls off her own panties and tosses them aside. She then crawls over to Eddy and climbs back on top of him, his hardening Rod resting against her stomach. She goes to unhook her bra when Eddy’s hands beat her there.
“Heh…allow me…” He says weakly, reaching behind her to undo the hooks.
“Ooh, such a gentleman.” Lee replies seductively, raising her arms to give Eddy better access. Once unhooked, Lee pulls off her bra and lets her natural jugs hang out in the open. Eddy stares at them in awe; they’re easily the biggest pair he’s seen in person. Lee’s melons even rival what’s in Eddy’s porn magazine stash. Clearly she’s the most gifted Kanker ‘up top’.
“Ya just gonna keep starin’, or are ya gonna do somethin’ with ‘em?” She asks, which snaps Eddy out of his trance. Leaning forward, he buries his face into her bosom, sucking & licking right breast while playing with her left. Lee takes this moment and uses her hands to stroke Eddy’s Cock to peak stiffness. The hot water continuously pouring down on them helps to lubricate, and in no time Eddy’s hard as a rock.
“Ready for the ride of your life, Eddy?” She asks, ready for insertion.
Eddy weakly nods his head ‘yes’ as Lee moves into position. Holding onto his member, she guides herself onto it, sliding down until every inch is inside her. She can’t help but to tremble in pleasure, as this is her first time having a real dick inside of her. “Ain’t this a surprise.” She tells him. “You’re bigger than those dildos I use ta use.”
Part of Eddy wants to be flattered, but he doesn’t know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. It doesn’t matter either way as Lee starts the action by moving her hips. Her curly red hair is now drenched and drooping down, but surprisingly still retains its curl. Her eyes still remain covered, but Eddy can still tell she’s looking at him. This is not how he pictured his first time, trapped in the shower with a Kanker, but it’s not nearly as bad as he imagined. As Lee starts to pick up the pace, she leans forward and forces her mouth into Eddy’s again, knocking his head into the shower door. A momentarily sharp pain goes through his head, but is quickly ignored as he feels her massive breasts squashed on his chest.
“I can’t believe I’m thinking this…” He thinks. “…But maybe Double D was right about the Kankers.”
Nearly all of his guards are down, and he begins to get into the moment, even going so far as to slap Lee’s ass. That move startles her as she gives off a muffled yelp before breaking the kiss. “Well, someone’s getting into the moment.”
“Heh…can I help it if your ass is just begging to be slapped?” Eddy slyly replies. “Now bring those puppies over here.”
“Heh, as you wish, shorty.” Lee answers, holding up her breasts. Eddy starts to suck on the left one this time, while keeping the other occupied with his hand. Lee gently bites her bottom lip as his tongue goes to work on her nipple. “I guess Kevin was right about you.” She says. “You are an expert at sucking.”
That remark earns her another slap across the ass, but she yelps and then grins seductively, wanting Eddy to do that. The action becomes well heated from there, as the shower is practically filled to the brim with steam. Sweat mixed with shower water rolls off of their skin, and each feel their limit coming on closer and closer.
“Oh, man…I’m about to blow!” Eddy says.
“Aw, yeah. Blow it all inside of me!” Lee cheers.
That’s the last thing Eddy wants to do, but before he knows it, the decision has been made. He lets off like a fire hose, shooting his ‘man juice’ into the deepest regions of Lee Kanker. She grits her teeth and lets out a groan of pleasure, indicating her orgasms just arrived. Lee’s not a screamer like Marie, and certainly not like May. But the look on her face definitely shows that she enjoyed it just as much as Eddy. Exhaustedly, Eddy reaches a hand over and shuts off the water flow, turning off the shower. It’s then that he fully realizes what he just did, and his eyes grow dead with fear.
“HOLY CRAP, I CAME IN LEE KANKER!!!” He screams. “My party life is over! I’m gonna have to get one of those boring jobs like my dad and—OOOMMPHH!!”
A quick jab to the chest by Lee effectively quiets him. “Would you calm down, shrimp?” Lee tells him. “I’m on the pill. Never leave home without it.” With the fear of early fatherhood quickly subsiding, Eddy breaths a sigh of relief as Lee leans in close to him. “So, was it good for you, big daddy?”
“Well…I don’t hate you as much as I did before…” Eddy replies with a smirk.
Lee gives off her own smirk upon hearing that. “Heh, that’s the nicest thing you ever said to me.”
Looking up at each other, the two lock lips once more and wrap their arms around each other, enjoying the moment.
The Next Afternoon…
“Eddy? EDDY???”
Double D knocks on his friend’s door a few more times before pacing around nervously on his doorstep. “Oh, how could I have been so thoughtless?” He says to himself. “Leaving Eddy at the mercy of Lee Kanker, I’m a horrible friend!” He turns to knock on the door again when it slowly swings open, revealing Eddy on the other side. “Eddy, thank goodness you’re OK and…Oh my!”
Upon setting eyes on him, Double D can see that Eddy’s skin is now completely wrinkled. The t-shirt & boxers he’s wearing are completely soaked, and there are trails of dripped water all around the house. “Good lord man, you’re waterlogged.” Double D says. “What happened?”
“I, uh…spent the night…in the shower.” Eddy answers.
“But…why would you do that? Were you hiding or…” Double D stops in mid-sentence when he notices a gigantic clue telling of Eddy’s actions last night…Lee’s bra is hanging off the living room lamp. Putting his mind to work, Double D determines that if Lee attacked Eddy, more valuables would’ve been broken in the house.
“You went along willingly, didn’t you?” He asks, wearing a sly grin.
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddy says defiantly.
“That’s why your skin’s all wrinkly; you’ve been in the shower with Lee Ka—!”
Eddy puts his hand over Double D’s mouth, shutting him up. “Not! Another! Word!” he says. “What happened last night was…a moment of weakness! I’m not gonna go all goo-goo eyes over some Kanker like you & Mono-brow. Now come on, we gotta get to work on my new plan.”
Eddy removes his hand from Double D’s mouth as he walks in and shuts the door behind himself. “No problem.” He replies. “But are you sure we won’t face any Lee ‘interruptions’ today?”
“Knock it off, Sockhead!”

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Fantasy

My Motel Fantasy

Like a lot of women, I’ve had some fantasies during my 40+ years, but had never had the opportunity or nerve to live any of them until now.

Fantasy

Me – 06

The Girl
I sure was glad all the fellows had already left with Papa marched me out of that camper, his hand gripped so hard on my arm I had the bruises to show for it. Once in the clear, he herded me home like a goose. I didn’t dare look back to see his dark face; I hadn’t ever known him to be so mad. Already the muscles in my butt were quivering; I knew it was just bound to be the worst whipping I’d ever taken at his hand.
He didn’t say word one until we were home. I walked into the living room – cleaned up spick and span before I left that morning, I want you to know – and stood waiting.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned around. He looked at me. His eyes were just furious. He kept his voice low and mean, like he didn’t dare let it get out of control.
“For better than a week, I been hearing all these fellows talking about this pretty girl who’ll do It with anybody for a quarter.” He stopped, breathing hard. “So today, when I made up my mind I could use me a little piece of nooky my own self, being a widow-man and all, what do I find? My own sweet daughter. My own and onliest daughter, taking on all comers for two bits a throw.”
He stopped talking to wipe his face with the flat of his big hand. I didn’t say anything. He took a step toward me, causing me to flinch in spite of myself.
“How long has this been going on?” he said.
I didn’t say anything.
He reached out to take hold of my arm again. “I asked you a question, girl.”
I didn’t say anything.
His face got like a thundercloud. He jerked me closer, his other hand rising to slap the tar out of me. But he didn’t hit me. Not yet.
Instead he said, “What have you done with the money? Just frittered it away, I reckon, on pretties and doodads.”
I didn’t aim for a minute to let him think that. “I ain’t,” I cried out. “I ain’t spent the first quarter. I’ve been a-saving it.”
It stopped him. Then he said, “Where is it? I want to see it.”
I figured he was trying to catch me out in a lie, and once he did, he’d just cut loose. So I marched into the bedroom, Papa following, and showed him the fruit jars. I tell you, there was a peculiar look to his face as he hefted the weighty jars filled to the brim with those fine quarters. One by one he spilled out the coins onto the bed, taking his time about it. There was a pretty pile of quarters, too, let me tell you, when he had emptied the last one.
His voice was quiet, even thoughtful. “Well. It looks like you’ve been working steady for some time.”
“Yes, sir,” I said proudly. “I ain’t the one to brag, but let a fellow come once, he’s bound to bring me another quarter every chance he can get.”
I must have said just exactly the wrong thing. It made him rear back on his hind legs, more furious than ever. With both hands, he reached down to grab up a double handful of the quarters and fling them down onto the bedspread again. One of the coins bounced to the floor and rolled all the way into a corner, where it circled three times, making a thin, ringing sound, before falling over plop on its side.
“God Almighty, girl,” he said. “If you just had the sense God give a goose, every one of them two bits might just as well be a dollar bill.”
I stared at the pile of silver, thinking how if it was dollars instead. Doubtfully I shook my head. “A dollar is right much, Papa.”
Oh, he got madder than a wet hen. “Take off your dress and look at yourself,” he roared at me.
“Papa!” I said.
“Do like I said!” he yelled. “Damn it, or I’ll . . .”
Now, I had there in the bedroom and old pier glass Papa had found once in a junkyard heap and brought home as a Christmas present. So I did like I was told, and stood looking at myself in the wavy glass.
He came up behind me. “Girl, there ain’t a man in the world wouldn’t pay a dollar for the chance to handle a pretty piece like that there,” he said. “Now, ain’t that the living truth?”
I looked upon myself, my pretty white hair and big blue eyes, that shade of blue I hadn’t ever seen on anybody except my mama – I remembered, then, that the poetry-reading fellow had told me, once, they were Delft blue, a shade of color they use in pottery over across the big ocean, he said – and then at my breasts and my belly and my legs. I was ever just a pocket-piece of a girl, so tiny, but size didn’t matter, it was all there, and all ripe. I had even got to looking better from all the fucking I had been doing, because it’s good for a girl’s looks as long as she don’t overdo It.
I had to admit it to myself; Papa was right. It was worth a dollar to have the using of a pretty girl like me. And here I had been practically giving It away. I hadn’t set my sights high enough, it was plain to see.
Papa put one hand to my shoulder, pulling me back close against him. He wasn’t mad anymore. I could tell that right away.
“Girl, it just breaks your poor old Papa’s heart,” he said. “If you don’t have a right sense of your own worth, won’t nobody else have it, either. A woman’s got to hold herself proud, to my way of thinking. Give It away for a quarter, then you ain’t nothing but a two-bit piece of tail. That’s the plain and simple truth, as I see it.”
“I’m ashamed, Papa,” I said, hanging my head. “I’m downright ashamed.”
He held me closer. “That’s what comes from going out headstrong on your own, without asking the advice of them what knows you and loves you,” he said. “I could have told you right from scratch that you were worth a lot more than any old two bits. If you had only thought to ask me.”
“I’m sorry, Papa,” I said. I was sorry, too. It could have been a pile of dollar bills there on the bed, just as easy as anything.
“Then you won’t do it no more?”
“I promise,” I said, heartfelt. “I promise, Papa. From now on, I’ll count myself at my true worth.”
“All right. I’m glad to hear it. But just to teach you a lesson you won’t forget, I aim to take charge of this change you’ve accumulated.”
“Papa!” I said despairingly.
It wasn’t no use, as I well knew; he was scooping up the money by the double handfuls and pouring it back into the fruit jars. It just broke my heart; made me mad, too, to think of all those long hot afternoons when I had been sharecropping for quarters down there at the artesian well. But there wasn’t a thing to be done about it. When Papa made up his mind about something, there wasn’t nothing else to be said. I’d never lay eyes again on one cent of all that hard-earned cash.
Done, he straightened to look at me, a different look coming into his face. I realized then that I was naked still, so upset about the money I hadn’t taken thought as yet about putting on my clothes.
His two hands went to the buckles of his overalls. He said, “Lay down there on the bed.”
I just stared. Here it was still broad open daylight, and he hadn’t had the first drink of liquor. Even so, I reckon I wouldn’t have had the nerve to deny him if I hadn’t been hurt and heartbroken and mad as a wet hen about the money.
“No,” I said.
He was still shucking off his overalls. “If any man in the county can have a the using of you, I reckon I can, too,” he said. “I told you already, I came where you was with nooky on my mind.”
I glared at him. “I don’t do It without getting paid.”
He had his answer to that. Putting his hand into his pocket, he took out a quarter – I reckon it was the same two bits he had saved up during the week to bring to the artesian well – and threw it on the bed. “There. Now lay your ass on George Washington’s head and let’s get on with It.”
I stood without moving. “You just got through telling me it was worth all of a dollar.”
I don’t know what it was. Maybe it was just that he didn’t have a dollar to his name – not counting the quarters in the fruit jars, I mean. Be that as it may, he stared for a long minute, his face showing blacker and blacker; then he turned on his heel and stalked stiff-legged out of the room. I had won.
Of course, when I got dressed and came forth to start supper, I saw that he was-sitting out on the front porch in a straight chair tilted back against the wall, staring into nothing and nipping at his jug of piney-woods rotgut. So I knew full well that, come good dark, he’d do his druthers.
Which is how it happened. He ate his supper, not saying word one, and went back to his jug. After washing up the supper dishes, I went to bed and just laid there, not able to go to sleep because I knew he was coming. Then, all of a sudden, he was there in the dark, with that awful smell of liquor on his breath, and I want you to know, he nearly used me up for good that night. It just seemed like he never would quit; every time his nasty old Thing lost it, it found it again right away and started all over, until he got to the point where he couldn’t lose it anymore, but couldn’t quit either, till I got to feeling like a hundred men had trotted their old Things through my pussy one after the other. When he finally did quit, for the first time I could remember he didn’t cry a teardrop – which only showed, I reckon, how things had changed between us. He didn’t offer to pay me a thin dime, either.
Next morning at breakfast, he still didn’t have nothing to say. Only, when he took his lunch bucket and started for work, he stopped to say, “Remember what you promised me, girl.”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “I won’t forget.”
I was just a little bit afraid, when I saw the fellows waiting at the artesian well, about what I had to tell them. My stomach grabbed at itself as I stood thinking: What if they all just laugh out loud and walk off? What then?
But it wouldn’t do to go home tonight and tell Papa I had been afraid to ask for a dollar bill instead of a two-bit piece. So I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could, “Fellows, before we get started, I’ve got to tell you something. From now on, it’s going to cost you a dollar apiece.”
The lean, mean fellow that always worked me so hard on account of his roughness said, “That’s a pretty good raise, ain’t it?”
I felt suddenly, I don’t know exactly why, just all-fired sure of myself. So I switched my ass as him and said, “If It ain’t worth it, then good-bye and farewell.” I walked to the camper and climbed in.
I didn’t have long to wait. I hadn’t taken the time to let them know who was privileged to come first. It was the lean and mean fellow that showed himself in the doorway, a dollar bill in his hand. To tell the truth, though I’m not dead sure about it because I hadn’t been able to look them straight in the face whilst I was letting them know about the higher tariff, I don’t think a single one quit on me. That’s how easy it was.
But I’ve got to tell you, even with the dollar bills coming in, life wasn’t nearly as sweet as it had been. Papa was the reason.
Every day when he came home from work, the first thing he had to know was how much money I had fetched home from the artesian well. Taking the bills in hand, he’d count them one by one, licking his thumb and forefinger between each number. Then he’d wad them up like so much scrap paper, shove them into his pocket, and tell me to fix supper, he was so starved he could eat a broiled bobcat.
Yes, sir. Right then and there, I learned something else about menfolk. They ain’t a one of ’em, I don’t believe, won’t take money offen a woman, given the chance. Oh, he was doing good by me, according to his lights; every day he’d let me keep a dollar for my very own. Now, wasn’t that nice of him?
So there I was, working harder than ever, and earning my rightful due, too. But no matter how hard I worked, however much I pleased my fellows, I couldn’t make myself no more than a dollar a day. I might as well have been picking cotton.
It was not only that Papa was taking and using my money. Every night he’d tackle his liquor jug, and then he’d tackle me. It seemed like, once the damn had let go, he couldn’t get enough of his pretty pocket-piece, as he so often called me when feeling loving and tender about his little girl. And Lord, did he ever think of paying his dues? You bet your life he didn’t.
I put up with it for the longest time because I didn’t know what to do about it. But then he got to talking about quitting his job in the pulpwood, which just put my teeth on edge. When he did quit, he spent his days laying around the house in clean overalls picking his teeth and waiting for me to bring home to his greedy pocket my daily earnings.
I put up with it a lot longer than he had any right to expect. After all, he was my papa. But the day he started to get suspicious that I was holding out on him, it put the icing on the cake. He’d take the money and count it; then he’d look at me out of the corner of his eyes to say, “Is that all?”
“Yes, sir,” I’d say. “Every last dollar.”
“Girl, don’t lie to me.”
“I ain’t lying, Papa,” I’d say. But all the time I knew he was finding it hard to believe me. When I wasn’t telling him nothing but the God’s truth.
He couldn’t get it out of his mind that I was keeping a few dollars on the sly. But finally he got it worked out how to handle the problem, so he said one day, “I don’t see why you have to go traipsing off down there to the artesian well every day, when you could carry on your business right here at home in the finest style.” He waited a minute to see if I’d remark to that. I didn’t, so he went on. “I’ll tell you what. You just let them fellows know that they can come on up here to the house from now on. I’ll even lay in some beer and stuff to enjoy whilst they’re waiting their turn.”
I just looked at him, this man that had got me into the world. I knew full well what it was he had in mind. He meant to collect them dollar bills into his own hand. I’d never even get to touch one.
So I looked at him and I lied in my teeth. “That’s a good idea, Papa. I’ll have my own little room, won’t I? It won’t be so hot as down there at the artesian well.”
He was so pleased. “I might even put you in an air-conditioning,” he said, smiling. “Soon as I can afford it, anyway. Of course, we’d have to put in the electric first. So you just tell them they’ll be welcome here any time of the day or night.”
“Yes, sir,” I thought to myself, “and I’ll be flat of my back day and night, whilst you walk around in clean overalls and count your money.”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “I’ll be sure and tell them.”
I went into my bedroom for a minute; then I took off down the road to the artesian well. I didn’t even look back as I went.
Now, as it happened, there was a very fine fellow there that day named Frank who drove a great big semi from Florida to New York on a regular run, hauling citrus. To see me, he only had to swing a hundred miles or so out of his way. I was pleased to see Frank, because, like most truckers, he was easy to get along with, though he couldn’t last hardly long enough to get it in, to tell the dog’s truth on him. But he’d drive all that extra distance to enjoy his half a minute or so, and was always so nice and kind about it, too, claiming it wasn’t a usual problem but he just couldn’t help thinking about me too hard whilst getting there.
I saved Frank till last. I accepted his dollar, let him take his shortcut home, and then, while he was putting on his clothes, I said, “Frank, think you could give a girl a ride?”
“He was surprised. “Where you going?”
“I just smiled and said sweetly, “Why, wherever you’re going, Frank.”
He couldn’t believe his good fortune. His face got all lit up with pleasure, and he put his hands on me, lifting me to my feet and hugging my nakedness.
“God, girl, I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I’ll show you how to make love, all right. I won’t be like I’ve always been with you. I’ll . . .”
I kissed him, but more to hold back his enthusiasm than to encourage it. “We’d better get going, hadn’t we?” I said. I laughed. “I’m running away from home, and you sure don’t want Papa taking out after you, not if you can help it.”
He hustled, then, so in less than a minute we were rolling down the road toward the big highway, me riding shotgun in the roomy, air-conditioned cab of that great big semi, watching Frank push it through all those complicated gears until he had the rig up to speed.
So that was how I come to leave the country where I was born and raised. I wasn’t carrying anything with me but the one pretty pair of underpants I owned, made out of nylon instead of flour sacking, because I figured a girl on the road would need at least a change of drawers. It didn’t worry my head none that, otherwise, I was leaving empty-handed. I had myself, didn’t I? . . . And I had come to know my worth. I felt just as sure as anything that I could make my way in the cold world – at least, as long as some durn-fool man didn’t take a notion he was entitled to the dollars I had managed to earn by the sweat of my brow.
By the time it come sundown, we were a good ways along. I reckon Frank was still uneasy about Papa, though, because he kept on driving even after I had remarked two or three times that I was getting pretty hungry and sleepy. It must have been ten o’clock before he pulled into a truck stop for the night.
He maneuvered the semi all the way around to the back. “I’ll have to sort of sneak you in,” Frank explained. “I’m not sure how the fellow who runs this place might feel about a girl on the premises.”
“I was hoping we’d spend the night in a motel,” I said. Not ever having done that, I had been counting on it.
He didn’t answer to that, just got down on his side and looked carefully around before saying, “Come on. Hurry, now.”
We went through the back door into a long corridor, lined on each side with numbered doors. Frank found an empty room, hurried me inside, and closed the door safe behind us.
It was just a tiny room, more like a closet than any place to sleep, the pineboard walls bare except for a girlie calendar that was a couple of years too old to be of use to a mortal soul – I looked at the naked girl, and she didn’t have half of what I had got, and was so proud of it – and two narrow bunks, one on top of the other, covered with army blankets. There was two thin towels hanging on a wall rack, but no bathroom as far as I could see.
“Where does a body go to the toilet around here?” I asked.
“It’s down the hall,” he said. “Hot showers and everything.”
“Well, I don’t aim to go to no bathroom with all these men around,” I said. I could hear them laughing and talking far off through the thin walls.
“I’ll take care of that problem,” Frank said impatiently. He wanted to put his hands on me, I could tell, and he didn’t want to think about anything but doing It. “I guess I’d better go check in . . . he’ll have seen the rig pull in. You stay right here until I get back . . . won’t be more than a minute.”
He went away, and I sat down on the lower bunk to wait. He was back in no time, as promised, and I stood up, ready to talk about when and where we were going to eat, when he said, “Now, by God!” and grabbed holt.
Well, when a man’s got It on his mind, a girl might as well forget about supper. So I let him have the handling of me, which he did passionately, first feeling me up and then taking off my dress and bra and pants. I giggled and squirmed whilst he did so, which lit his fire just like I thought it would, so that he pushed me down on the hairy blanket, shucked off his breeches like he had found a lighted cigarette in them, and started crawling on top of me.
“What about my dollar?” I said, holding him off with one hand.
“Damn it,” he said. “You wanted to run away with me, didn’t you? I thought . . .”
“I don’t care what you thought,” I said. “I get a dollar right on.”
Now, that’s a man for you. He was so hot bothered that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Still, he wanted to argue about the price.
“But you’re traveling with me,” he said. “I’ve got you to feed, ain’t I, as well as transport? I’m entitled to what I want, when I want It. It’s only fair.”
“Fair or not fair, I don’t do It unless’n I get paid.” I swung my legs to put my feet to the floor. “Come on, Frank, let’s eat. I’m starving to death.”
Angrily he picked up his pants and found a dollar bill. He wadded it up and threw it at me. It hit me on the breast and dropped between my naked legs. But I didn’t care; I just picked it up and smoothed it out and said sweetly, “Come on, Frank, show me what you can do.”
He had bragged beforehand. But, shoot, the minute he was astraddle of me, he shoved once and was done with It. He groaned, laying on me cussing at himself. I held him tenderly as long as he’d let me. Which wasn’t long.
“That wasn’t worth a thin dime,” he said bitterly, sitting up on the side of the bunk
“Not my fault,” I said, as mad now as he had been before about the money. “I can’t help it if you can’t last long enough to let a girl do her thing.”
Looking at him then, I softened inside. After all, he had been nice about helping me leave home, hadn’t he? The minute I had let him know I had it in mind to travel, he had taken me up on it. Besides, I knew full well that a mean streak in me had made me giggle and squirm, knowing that when he got too hot he’d pop like a Chinese firecracker.
So I said, “you lay down there, Frank, let me do you some good.”
The bunk was so cramped, I had to get all the way out before he could get in. Once he was all set, I curled myself inside his legs and took his old Thing in hand, holding up the limpness so I could tickle it with my tongue. Which perked up interest, let me tell you. Then I took it gently between my lips, nursing it nicely, and pretty soon that old Thing was nigh about as ready as it had ever been.
I got to my knees and told him, “Let me take care of everything. You just lie there and enjoy It.”
Which I did.. And he did. Oh, I tell you, I gave him the best of little old me, just to let him know I was grateful for the ride. I slipped myself down over him and moved just as easy and delicate and nice as a girl can move, and all the time I was watching his face, so that when he looked like getting too excited, I’d ease off.
In that way of doing, I held him on the edge for so long I was driving him up the wall. Finally, of course, he fell over the edge for good and all, and knowing it was now or never, I fucked him to a fare-thee-well, plunging and twisting at the same time, and when he started coming, he didn’t know how to stop.
Gone now, all gone and feeling just fine, he reached up with both arms to grab me down on top of him. “Oh, God, girl, oh, God,” he kept saying, holding my head with both hands and kissing me all over the face.
“Was it worth the dollar, then?” I whispered into his ear.
“A dollar?” he said. “It was worth a thousand dollars, if a fellow had it. Ten thousand.”
Gratified, I kissed him on my own free will; I guess I had showed him, hadn’t I, not to put a girl down by telling her it wasn’t worth a thin dime, when it was all his very own fault?
I got up and started putting on my clothes, telling him, “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to get something to eat.”
He sat up and reached for his pants. “You can’t go up there to the restaurant,” he said. “I’ll have to bring you a hamburger.”
“With french fries and a Coke,” I said. “Make it two hamburgers.”
He went out. I sat there alone, waiting for him to come back. After a while I decided he must have got hungry, too, being fucked so nice, and was taking a meal before he bothered to fetch my food.
Well, all right, if he wanted to be so selfishhearted about it; seemed to me like he could have done it the other way around. I waited awhile longer, but then I got to thinking about needing to go the bathroom. I eased the door open and looked up and down the hallway. Empty. I walked down it, not the way we had come, but the other, and pushed open a door.
I was looking for the bathroom, but what I had found was a nice big room all outfitted with couches and chairs and a color television set, which two or three fellows were watching Bonanza on, whilst six or seven others were playing blackjack and drinking beer around a big circular table. Just a homey place, it looked like, with nobody but good friends using it.
“Hello, fellows,” I said.
The sound of a woman’s voice sure did startle them. Even the fellows watching the TV turned around, while at the blackjack table the play stopped entirely.
The dealer, instead of turning the next card, stood up. “Well! Where did you come from?”
I laughed. “Frank brought me. You all know Frank, don’t you?”
“Yeah, we know Frank,” the dealer said. He started to laugh. “Or maybe we just thought we did. I never figured he was all that talented a fellow, to travel with a pretty girl like you.”
“It’s not that the’s traveling with me. I’m traveling with him,” I said, laughing at the sharpness of his wit. I do like a witty fellow; it seems like the sharper a man is in his mind, the better he is at doing It. “Can you tell a girl where she can find a bathroom?”
“Right in there,” he said, pointing to another door.
“Anybody in there?” I asked. “I ain’t accustomed to using the toilet along with the menfolks.”
“I don’t think so. But I’ll see.”
He disappeared, to return in a minute with another man. “It’s all yours,” he assured me.
I went on, and it was just the nicest place you can imagine – four or five wash bowls, with mirrors and lights over them, and three or four johns, each one in its own separateness, and three shower stalls. So I did my business, even to the extent, since I had found a nice dry towel, of taking myself a shower in the hottest water I’d ever enjoyed – I had to bathe out of a washtub at home – and then I combed my hair and put on fresh lipstick.
The minute I appeared, everything stopped in the common room. They every one watched as I walked across the floor. I stopped at the door to look at them again, one by one.
Smiling, I said, “I’m done there in number twelve, in case somebody wants to give a girl a little company.”
“What about Frank?” the dealer said.
I frowned. “He left, seems like an hour ago, to get me a hamburger and some french fries. I reckon he must of got lost.”
I went on. But I hadn’t no more than got in the room and turned around than the dealer was standing in the doorway, a silly grin on his face. I looked at him. He was a nice fellow even with the grin, husky in the shoulders and lean in the hips, though he looked to be nigh about as old as my papa.
“Is It on the house?” he asked, still grinning.
“There ain’t nothing on the house around here,” I said. “It’s going to cost you a dollar.”
He didn’t hesitate. “All right. Take it off and get in there,” and he was already getting naked his own self.
Now, here was a man who knew what a woman’s all about. He wasn’t in no great big hurry, like so many. No, sir. He took his own sweet time, and in his way he was loving about it, putting his hand between my legs and his mouth on my left nipple and making me feel so warm and good I could have eaten him up with a spoon. These truckers, let me tell you, are something else, though there’s a mean one here and there. Which I suppose is true of any bunch of men.
He had me nigh about as interested as he was, even though we were cramped together in that narrow bunk, and when he slid his old Thing into me, I let him know how proud I was to have it there. I do like to see the change in a man’s eyes when he first knows what he’s let himself in for.
So we started. But Lord, it did come to a screeching halt! All of a sudden there was a bellow of sound, the dealer was snatched up off of me, and another roar of sound as Frank hauled me off the bunk, stood me on my feet, and slapped me halfway across the room.
Which got the dealer mad. He come up fighting and knocked Frank down with one hard lick, then went for him with his boots, which he still had on. Frank grabbed his ankle, twisted him down, and there they were fighting and cussing and just making a terrible racket with the way they rolled around on the floor, thumping and banging against the walls. People were running in the hallway outside, the door slamming open to show their clustered faces.
Didn’t nobody make the first move to stop the fight; they just wanted to see it, that was all. I reckon they figured it was a private argument. Some hollered for Frank, but most hollered for the dealer, who seemed to be a popular sort of fellow. Let me tell you, I was on the side of the dealer because of Frank slapping me like that when he didn’t have no right. I could feel the bruise on the side of my face, hot and aching and beginning to puff. I sure hoped I wouldn’t have a black eye. A girl really looks like she’s been into it when she’s sporting a black eye.
Frank and the dealer fought it to where they were just wore out with each other. They got to their feet, glaring still but both ready to quit. They were bleeding from scratches and cuts all over their faces. I do believe, though, Frank had got the worst of it.
He was still as mad as a wet hen, glaring at the dealer’s nakedness, except for the ankle boots. “By God, I’ll cut you down to size, Bob, taking up with a fellow’s woman while his back is turned.”
“Now, wait a minute,” I said. “I ain’t nobody’s woman.”
Frank whirled on me. “You keep your mouth shut. As long as you’re traveling with me, what I say goes.”
I looked at the fellows crowded in the doorway. I looked at the dealer, Bob. Then I looked at Frank. “Just because I rode in your truck don’t mean you own me,” I said. “You paid your dollar, and you got your rocks off. That’s all I owed you, so I reckon you’re paid up in full. And you didn’t even bring me my hamburgers and french fries, either.”
I looked down on the floor then and saw where he had dropped my supper the minute he had seen Bob on top of me having his good time. All their rolling around on the floor had abused those burgers something terrible.
Frank didn’t have nerve enough to answer to the truth I had told him. He looked to the fellows instead saying, “Get on out of here, all of you. It’s between me and her, and I reckon I can take care of her.”
Well, I had answer for that. I just smiled at those nice men and said, “I wish you all would run Frank out of my room. I don’t aim to get beat up no more.” I laughed and wiggled my naked butt. “Besides, maybe some of you lonesome menfolk might want to entertain a girl yourself sometime during the night.”
At that, two or three men came on into the room, ready to do my bidding. They got close around Frank, sort of hovering on their toes, one saying, “Damn a man that’ll hit a woman, anyway.” Frank looked from one to the other, knowing that he had got caught on the short end of the seesaw for sure this time.
Bob started laughing, throwing back his head. Everybody looked at him, he was so happy with his thought.
“Looks like I’m the one ought to stay,” he said. “After all, I got some unfinished business to tend to.” He turned to me, smiling, his eyes bright on my naked body. “I promise I won’t take up much more than an hour of your time.”
“Bob has got the dead right of it,” I told them. “He was interrupted mightly rudely just when we got to the interesting part.”
That’s how the scuffle was settled. They hustled Frank out of the room – he didn’t like it, but there wasn’t much he could do about it – and then all left except Bob. Both still naked, we started in just like it was the very beginning, and I felt so good about him coming to my defense after Frank had slapped me halfway across the room. I just gave him everything I had, and then some more. It was considerably longer than an hour before he left, promising for sure to bring me something to eat.
But I tell you, I couldn’t hardly find the time to satisfy my appetite. He had hardly disappeared before the next fellow stood in the doorway, dollar bill in his hand. After that, another. Then a third, before I could catch my breath and sit on the side of the bunk filling myself up with hamburgers and Coke and french fries.
Those truck-driving fellows were just as nice as could be. One brought a hot towel to hold against my cheek, hoping to take out the swelling enough to save me from a black eye. He tended me good, too, coming in between the customers with a towel freshly hotted each time. It was only when he was satisfied he had done the best he could, did he take his rightful turn.
I made twelve whole dollars that night. Which was pretty good raise for a girl who had left home only today with only one change of underpants. And the next morning I ate breakfast in the common room, fetched for me by the fellows. What a breakfast it was, too! There was pancakes and sausage and three eggs and just lots of butter and maple syrup, and a great big pot of coffee that held at least five cups, though I couldn’t drink all of it.
It didn’t seem like anybody was anxious to leave on the day’s driving, but all sat around talking to me just as friendly as could be. Except Frank. He was sulking at another table, with not a word to say. Hadn’t nobody tended his bruises, so his face was puffed and raw.
I was taking my time, enjoying myself with my friends, and feeling right to home. Finally Frank said, “For God’s sake, come on. I’ve got to make time today.”
I looked at him for the first time. “Where are you headed for, anyway, Frank?”
“New York,” he said. “With a load of oranges. You know that.”
I looked at the dealer, Bob. “Where you headed for, Bob?”
“Now, wait a minute,” Frank said rapidly, standing up. Nobody paid him any mind.
“San Antonio,” Bob said. “Running light, to pick up a load of watermelons for Chicago.”
“You come here with me, you leave here with me,” Frank said.
I shook my head doubtfully. “I don’t know. I ain’t all that anxious to go all the way up there into Yankeeland.” I glanced around. “Where are you all going?”
“Now, by God, I don’t aim to have this,” Frank said.
Nobody paid him the least mind, but with a sort of walled-up excitement, told me, one after the other. I had my choices, all right, from New York to San Francisco. I looked again to Bob.
“I think I’d like to see San Antonio,” I said with a slow smile. “Can I ride with you, Bob?”
“Any old time,” he said happily. “Ready to roll when you are.”
“Now, you don’t aim to act mean on me like Frank here did last night?” I warned him.
“Far as I’m concerned, you’re a girl in your own right,” he said. He grinned. “Just hope you’ll keep on taking my dollars, too.”
I stood up. “Now, there’s a man after my own heart.” I looked around. “Hope to see you fellows again somewheres. You’ve been just as nice as a girl could expect.”
Frank had gathered himself up to have his last say. “You come with me, you leave with me,” he said. “That’s all there is to it.”
I looked at him. “I think these friends of mine might have something to say about that.”
“You whoring bitch,” he said.
“He’s getting mean on me again,” I complained.
Two or three fellows stood up. Frank looked at them. His eye switched back to me. He was mad, all right. There was hurt in his face I didn’t like to see. He had really believed that, out of all the fellows back there at home trying to get me to go somewhere with them, I had picked him.
I guess it don’t hurt none for a man to think well of himself. So, going to him, I patted Frank on the cheek. “Frank,” I told him, “don’t be that way. It may be we’ll cross trails again. All you’ve got to do is have your dollar in your hand. I promise you.”
Which somewhat mollified his pride. But still he went on out so he wouldn’t have to witness me leaving by my new transportation.
Now, I want you to know that for better than a year I traveled all over America from truck stop to truck stop in those great big semis, and it was just the best time a girl could even hope to have. Those truck drivers were just the nicest people you could get to know. They’d sneak me into the sleeping quarters, they’d bring me food and anything else I wanted, and all the time I was making money hand over fist; which, for safety’s sake, following the advice of a nice older man, I made over into traveler’s checks every once in a while. Because I didn’t have hardly any expenses to speak of, my purse got more and more stuffed with those little books of safety checks, to the point where I got to feeling right down rich.
I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for a cross-country truck driver, because they were good people to have on your side. Oh, I’d run into a meanie every once in a while, or a strange fellow that liked to do strange things, or have strange things done to him – there’s more men like that in the world than a girl could imagine if she didn’t know better – but always the others around were willing and able to protect me from anything real bad.
And, oh, they just did me proud. And the adventures we did have! There was the time, for instance, when a whole bunch of us got snowed in up in Colorado by a sudden April blizzard. Fifteen fellows and me. They set me up in the prettiest motel suite you ever saw, just down the road from the truck stop where they were all staying, and I had the thickest towels and hottest water and the best food – I ate in the motel restaurant, just like a lady, and of course by this time I had nice clothes and everything – and then they’d come to see me in the night, one by one, to do It with me.
Such traveling lasted more than a year, as I said – a good time I won’t soon forget. It was during this time I truly learned my trade and set my rules. I wouldn’t travel with any one fellow more than a few days at a time; and always, if they didn’t know already – of course, I was getting to be famous nationwide, by word of mouth, and after a while nearly everybody understood how I was – I let them know right in front what they could expect and what they couldn’t.
I wouldn’t take on anybody who had liquor on his breath. They had to be stone-cold sober to come to me with a hot dollar in their hand. I didn’t ever tell nobody why, but it was that if I smelled liquor, I couldn’t help but feel like it was Papa with his thick old Thing inside of me; and there had always been something about that I just couldn’t like. I reckon it was because he was the only man I had ever done It with that didn’t pay me my due.
A real good life. I had my little suitcase to carry nice changes of clothes, just the one piece of luggage and my purse, so I could travel light and ready. After I had money ahead, once in a month or so I’d lay over for a couple of days in a nice motel, all by myself, during which time I’d see two movies every day, or just lay around and watch television and soak in the bathtub. But pretty soon I’d get lonesome for my friends, so I’d show up at the nearest truck stop looking for the next ride. They were always so glad to see me.
So it went until I come to my first great city, new Orleans, Louisiana. If I had known how life was going to change on me, I never would have set foot across that city line.
Or, taking the good and the bad, maybe I would have. I don’t know.

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Catle busenstien – tale 2

“Hi could you write about a couple I know? The wife is called Janelle. She is 40, kind of tall (5 ft 10 inches), still very attractive, short blonde hair, 38D breasts 30 waist 38 hips. She is strong willed, a nurse. She loves sex although she is devoted to her husband she misses the days when she was free to fuck as she pleased.
The husband is Kevin. He is 42, 6 foot 2 inches, wears a beard, and has dark brown hair, with some streaks of grey showing. He is heavyset, overweight. He is not well-endowed, having a 5.5 inch cock. He is thoughtful, kind, and a little kinky, loves his wife dearly and has no clue that she doesn’t feel 100% satisfied with their sex life.” An E-mailed reader’s request.
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Janelle had been getting steadily more bored, their holiday was running out of steam. Her husband had convinced her to come all this way for the scenery and to be together. However in the last three days he’d spent all his time milling around this excavation site. They had met a group of archaeologist’s earlier that week and had been convinced to visit their site deep in the hills of Transylvania.
The Romans had come just about as far as this before giving up and the border fort their new friends had found was well preserved just under the soil. Her husband had found the digging and shifting of dirt fascinating, Janelle unfortunately had not. The only real plus point for Janelle was that the tented encampment had a bbq every night; and she rather enjoyed the company of the younger students and academics.
That evening, she sat slightly worse for wear, drink the only thing readily available on the meagre site. And tonight to her annoyance the group had a new visitor and Janelle felt a little put out. Even her husband had fawned over the blonde woman who had kindly dropped off supplies. And now this new visitor sat with them laughing and fluttering her eyelids; some of the younger men around her like puppy dogs.
Seeing Janelle on her own Lady Busenstien came over to introduce herself. The younger woman was very polite saying how lucky Janelle was to be here with all these men. Janelle laughed and invited her to sit feeling that maybe she shouldn’t be so shallow. They struck up a conversation Kristen Busenstien explaining her village was the only one within 100 miles and she felt sorry for the poor dears out here with no where to re-supply.
Janelle thought how kind she had been, not snooty even though her aristocratic title would suggest it. Kevin who had paid little attention to his wife that evening came over to get in the conversation as well. Janelle felt the anger building again; already aware of how her husbands eyes had popped from his head when the black clad beauty had sauntered in earlier. As the drink flowed Janelle got more and more annoyed until finally she stood up and stormed off.
In her tent she felt foolish and embarrassed.
There was a person behind her.
“I hope it’s nothing I’ve done?” Whispered a sweet German voice.
Janelle turned to see Lady B. “Oh no, no it’s not your fault, just my husband he a typical man.”
Kristen smiled a knowing smile, “oh mm yes.” Then put her finger to her mouth as if thinking. “Why don’t you come back with me tonight, give him something to think about.”
Janelle thought for a second. “No I couldn’t.”
But the blonde beauty insisted.
“Ja, sure you can its only 50 miles. I’ll send the car back here to pick him up in the morning. Leave him a note. You’d love my home.”
She felt unsure. Kristen continued “You can both continue your holiday with me.”
Janelle finally nodded. “Yes why not, com’n let him stew for the night,” and she searched for a pen.
Janelle took a small bag and hurried out giggling with her new friend like naughty school girls. She had been wearing a denim skirt and boots with a denim top Cow girl style, and had decided it would be enough to keep the chill away.
“Ready when you are.” She said sniggering; Kristen having to take her arm the drink hitting home in the cold air.
The black Mercedes was parked a little away from the camp site and was only just visible in the near pitch black. Kristen opened the rear door. “Here sit in the back, ride in comfort.”
Janelle bent down to climb in. She peered inside and froze seeing a shape on the seat.
“Oh my God what oooh uggzzzzzzz!”
Her body went limp as she collapsed into the car. Kristen lifting her legs in; Tazer gun in her hand.
Janelle came around slowly, her head spinning her body uncomfortable, in fact very uncomfortable. The car was stationary though maybe a few miles from were it had been a quarter of an hour earlier. She tried to move then realized her arms were bound.
“Oh my.” She moaned looking down.
She was sat on the back seat arms tied back to either side of the rear window struts, so her shoulders were pulled flat to the back rest her bosom thrust out. The top 4 buttons had been undone and the denim barely held in her white soft tits. Below her dress had been pulled up to her waist, her long legs, boots still on spread very wide the ankles attached to unseen bonds in the foot well.
But it wasn’t this exposed position that made her moan. As she had got into the car she had noticed the rear seat; in the middle it appeared to have a hatch out of which a fat dildo sprang upright. Now that same dildo was almost missing the bendy Perspex shaft curving up into her twat as she sat straddling it.
Kristen was in the front seat looking over her shoulder.
“Just an hour or so trip my dear,” and with that she turned on the ignition. Janelle convulse with shock. The dildo must somehow have been connected to the drive shaft directly below as it began to vibrate matching the engine revs.
“Oohh God ooohh what oohh please oooooooo!”
Janelle gave a long moan her lips pouting eyes wild as the car set off on its long journey.
The ride was rough, pot holed and uneven. Each thud of suspension kicked back up into the poor woman’s cunt.
“Ooohhh.”
The vibrator was about 7 inches long, 6 inches inside. Her body was bound so rigidly in a seated position there was no way she could lift herself free. The cock buzzed, the thing filled with small ball bearings which wriggled and clattered sending tingling sensations all the way up her shaft.
“Ooh you fucking bitch ugggh oh ooohh!!” Wailed the short haired woman; her final blouse button popping bare breasts bulging out.
Kristen was looking in the mirror every so often, listening to Wagner on her stereo. The rubber cock was unrelenting, even when Kristen slowed to a halt the old engine still rattled transmitting the vibration deep into her slit.
“Uuggghh stop please awwwwww!”
But Janelle could get no sense from the Germanic bitch.
“Why, uggh stop why are you doinggg uggggggggggggggggggh, fuck fuckkkk!”
The sensations were getting unbearable, her thighs ached, her arms numb and it had only been 20 minutes. 20 minutes of constant deep holed vibration!
Kristen spoke, her blue eyes narrowing to slits a wicked glint in them as she looked in the rear view mirror.
“The cock must be really getting to you, no? The metals balls are so naughty don’t you think?”
She pulled over and leaving the engine running stepped out. Although now not as rapid, the thing continued to hum around her wet slit.
Janelle looked down between her legs.
“Oh God,” the bitch had greased the thing before mounting her on it. The white gel foam rimming her bare hole now visible. Also other juices, her own were appearing.
“Ohh no please!” She thought, the sensations building.
Kristen leaned against a tree cigarette in her hand listening to the chugging engine and the grunts in the rear cabin almost as if it was any other evening drive. Her captive had fine big tits and great child bearing hips. A little old maybe but the right looks and well she had to admit, she like breaking the fiery ones.
Louder and louder groans came from the car. She opened the door looking in.
“Get the fuuuuck off me you uggh bitch!” Screamed Janelle, as Kristen put her hand down to spread her captives pussy lips examining the fucked entrance.
“Umm your getting wet you dirty girl. I think I’ll help you along.”
And with that she produced a small pot scooping a glob of jelly out of it.
“Ooooooooh!” Janelle writhed more as the vixen smeared it onto the bound woman’s hardening clit.
The gel stung, burning making her see spots in front of her eyes.
“Ooh its burns uggggggghh.”
Kristen climbed back in to the driving seat and set of again, her captive red faced, sweat running down her neck between her barely contained tits. The sensations began to get too much, the humming, vibrating tool nudging deep, the friction on her walls now unbearable.
She had stopped making sense now only groaned and wailed the cabin so hot she felt she would pass out.
The climax came finally, her pelvis suddenly becoming tense, her clit fat and on fire.
Her pussy was flexing the fluid visibly oozing around the cock base onto the leather seat.
“Ohhoooooooooohh Jesus nooo! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh”
She screamed; bucking, trying to wrench her arms and close her thighs.
Kristen carried on driving a smug grin on her face. Janelle was a sweaty mess.
“Uggh please let me of it now, ugggh!”
But it appeared she wasn’t going to.
“The gel will keep you excited for a little longer. I think you’ll come again before we get there.” Explained Lady B with a sexy over the shoulder wink.
Janelle was slumped half conscious in the backseat by the time the car neared the village. She had indeed come; twice more in fact; her puss now slack and very sore.
She could see a large dark castle on the cliff its windows illuminated, long deep slits; and as the car rounded a bend three figures appeared dead ahead. Janelle didn’t care about her exposed position, her energy completely sapped. It was man in camouflage; behind him two young men 16 maybe, both with large automatic pistols looking oversized in their teen hands.
Kristen leaned from the window. “Good evening.” She said in an elite manner. “And how are your boys? Teaching them well I see” She’d admired the stealth at which they had ambushed her.
The man spoke proudly. “They’re the best by far my lady.”
She smiled again. “Hmm good. Have them come to the castle tomorrow.”
The man snapped his heels and nodded as she drove off. “Jawol!”
Janelle once in the castle grounds was pulled from the car by a number of hands. The figures frog marched her inside her legs giving way. They half carried her along, boots scrapping on the polished stone floor. One helper was a man tall and athletic, the other a young woman dressed in a plain tight black dress uniform with black stockings and heels.
Kristen followed behind. “Lets not waste any time, we only have till morning.” She said in a professional tone.
Janelle finally hung in the warm tower room. From her stretched standing position she could see out of the narrow window 100 ft down to the village, a sheer drop. She had been stripped naked apart from her heeled cowgirl boots.
Though 40 her figure was firm, hips large, curving to a fine waist, her blonde short hair now almost brunette with black streaked highlights from the sweat. Her ass was slightly too large so were her boobs, as Kristen had observed, a fine fleshy wench. Her legs were apart supporting herself, her naughty shaved pussy (Something her husband adored) pouting embarrassingly.
Kristen was in front of her, dressed in flying trousers and boots, like a WW1 pilot. Along side was the young man panting after struggling to string his captive up.
“What are you going to do? Please just stop.” She moaned her arms aching.
Kristen explained delighting in telling her; the sweet German woman that she had met earlier now an evil lustful witch.
“You’re bosom is wonderfully round, nipples so fat. We have a device for milking them.”
Janelle moaned swaying slightly. Kristen trailed a hand across the bound woman’s waist as she struggled to pull away.
“Also I would so like to punish your ass.”
Janelle moaned again, “punish me, why? Milk me how? What the fuck for? Awww oh god someone help me.”
******
Back at the camp Kevin read the note.
“Gone with my new friend Kristen, will send car at breakfast. Love Janelle.”
He rubbed his head. He’d been a fool. Why would she think he wanted that pneumatic blonde tart anyway; he loved his wife.
In the high tower Janelle was only able to watch as Hans, Kristen’s brother rudely groped each of her breasts rubbing the nipples, smearing Vaseline onto the pimply pink surround. They indeed did have a strange machine, like a compressor with two milking suction tubes coming from it. He couldn’t resist a quick suck on each nipple making her moan in disgust.
“Unnnn fuck!”
Then the machine started and the cups were attached with a filthy sucking noise.
“Slock!”
“Ohh shit uggg!”
The machine instantly began to tug the ends half an inch in. “Uggh!” The air was been removed the vacuum teasing the nipples.
The sensation wasn’t too painful more a continuous ache and throb. Her head was lolling to one side and she looked up over her lashes. “Ooooohh please!” She moaned horrified.
Kristen had a long syringe in her hand the end dripping fluid. Janelle froze gritting her teeth as the bitch injected one then the other tit.
“Hormone enhancement, very concentrated. Your breast will harden and grow slightly over the night as they produce the milk they think they need.”
Hans checked the attachments and nodded to his sister.
“Good, now can you leave us Hans?” Kristen said sweetly stroking a black whip with her long fingered hand. “We girls have a lot to get through.”
The suspended blonde wife screamed, her voice echoing around the tower. The caning of her ass was searing through her flesh to her thighs making them quake. The bitch was angling the whip to hit both cheeks. Acting like a school mistress, ordering her to bend more, informing her just before it hit.
“Ja, and another one.”
Whack!
“Hmm bend more! Over you go bitch. Again!”
Whack!
“Eewwwwwwwiieeee!” The spanked woman swayed and howled, the heavy suction tubes bouncing as her tits sprang forward.
As she whipped Kristen talked about the Reich. About her master race, how Janelle would give herself to the village, fucked by an Aryan superman to bare his child.
“No, no awwwww eieeeeeeeeeeee! My husband he’ll uuggghh find me.”
Kristen smiled pushing her victim’s shoulders forward to raise her ass for the next swipe.
“Yes my dear,” she laughed agreeing; “he will, he will.” Whack!
Finally, thankfully, Kristen stopped. Janelle exhausted hung limp. The milking cups making her tits sore, the enlarged teats throbbing at each piston suck.
“Try to sleep. By morning you’re tits will have swelled and the machine will be greedily filling its jar.”
And with that the tall vixen left the room not even bothering to lock the door. If you’d been passing the east tower at that moment the wail of despair from the turret high above would have filled you with dread.
Kevin awoke the next morning eager to see his wife. He washed and combed his beard, brushing the grey streaks in his hair back in long distinguished strands. He pulled his portly frame into his pants tugging the buckle tight on his belt.
Beep! Beep!
Outside his cabin was the familiar long black limousine. The driver was getting out. Tall, too shapely to be a man, the curvaceous creature walked slowly up to him, She was dressed in a chauffeurs outfit with peaked cap, her smile warm her feature reminiscent of a stunner he’d seen in a movie not long back.
“Good morning sir,” said Becky her perfect complexion highlighted by ruby lips, “your wife sends her love.”
The young beauty helped him load his cases and he lingered on her bent body as she filled the boot. She caught his eye and he blushed looking away.
“When you’re ready sir,” she purred.
The back of the car was spacious and he was grateful of the room; his large size and height usually cramped in taxis. The centre of the seat seemed to bulge uncomfortably apart from also been slightly damp, so he sat to one side therefore been able to glance at the captivating eyes of his young driver. She didn’t seem to want to engage in conversation, however from time to time she glanced back almost wickedly as she navigated the winding road.
He sat fidgeting a little bored then noticed a compartment on the back of the driver’s seat.
“A drinks cabinet maybe?” He thought to himself.
He twisted the catch and it opened, an old large book falling out. He caught it, opening the binder. He almost immediately slammed it closed again and just caught the eye of the girl watching him through the rear view mirror.
He blushed, but had to look inside again. The page he had opened on had one exquisite drawing; a woman, reminding him of Jessica rabbit, all hair and enormous tits. She was struggling as a man held her waist, his free hand inches from an enormous long nipple. The woman’s hips were wide curving down to another man, pliers in his hand the pincers just wide enough to take the girls erect tit point. His other hand was on his erupting long cock as he sprayed her statuses thigh and calf.
The hand drawn stunner’s eyes seemed to look out at Kevin, and he felt his cock hardening, his mind racing with thoughts. Her mouth was excited, cheeks puffed. She would feel the man’s finger nip her tit end hard any second. He would hold it for his friend to clamp his steel device around. She was on heat, lustful, how she would writhe, the spunk rubbing across her legs as she wriggled in pain and ecstasy.
His head was swimming! The secret Nazi geometry of lust etched into the art work unhinging his mind.
He sat back, red faced panting. “Oh,uhh cough, Jesus what is this?”
The girl continued to drive. “Are you ok sir?” Kevin felt his cock twisting in his pants trying to spring straight.
“Uggh just a little hot.” He replied trying to close the book.
He could see her long neck over the seat, red hair just visible tucked under her hat. Her face was so sexy, fat kissable lips, such a young taut body all dressed up prim and proper.
“Ooh fuck, its soo hot in here.” He moaned his brow glistening.
The car came to a halt Becky getting out and opening the rear door.
She climbed inside placing her round fabric ass on the seat her legs together. She took her hat off and her hair tumbled down the side of her face.
“Oohh I don’t feel too well.” He said then blushed realizing the obscene picture was still in full view of this red headed angel.
She gently closed the book putting it back were he’d found it.
“Oh God you’re so pretty,” he said without thinking. He couldn’t believe it; what was wrong with him, the cock in his pants rock hard. Becky smilled back wiping the hair from her face.
“Would you like to show me something sir?” She asked innocently her lips slightly open.
He gulped as she unbuckled his belt his pot belly bulging, his cock now straining through the fabric.
“Oh, miss oooohh!”
She unfastened his zipper the stubby thing fully erect sprang into view, her slim delicate hand stroked the foreskin tugging it down to its limit making his pink head judder.
“Oooooooo!
She tugged straight up and down her eyes amorous, lashes fluttering. Her long soft finger caressed his ribbed flesh her ruby nails scratching his tender head.
“Oh yes you horny little bitch ooohhhh!” He gasped unashamedly. She just continued to wank, a constant rhythm still sitting prim, eyes concentrating.
His hand grabbed her neck, “ooh suck it, suck it off!”
She gave him a hard slap across the face. “Sit back you worm, pull your pants down. Are your balls just as small?”
He gulped dragging his pants to his knees embarrassed his cock now red with the hard jerking. Her other hand reached down to cup and squeeze his nuts. He groaned his head swimming. “Be still!” She snapped as she increased her pace.
“Oh, oh, oh ooh, yes, yes, ooohhhhh!”
Becky gave a school girl yelp of delight as his prick shot, the spunk flying straight up like a stuttering fountain.
Two, three last tugs then with the slime across her hand she finally slowed and stopped. She climbed out wiping the come from her hand with a hanky chief not speaking a word.
And it was another 10 miles further on before Kevin stopped panting and pulled up his stained pants.
*****
Janelle had managed to get a few awkward dream filled hours sleep. Her arms had gone completely numb and she had to be help to stand. Her tits were also sore beyond belief the ends now weeping white liquid the jar ahead of her now a quarter of a pint full. She gave the first of what she knew would be many groans that day. “Stop pleaseeeeeeee!”
Hans examined the bottle.
“Very good a impressive amount from such a lovely new cow.”
She sensed someone else in the room. It was the two teenagers that she had seen last night on patrol. Both were naked their bodies firm, smooth, hairless. Hans undid her hands from the bounds and she fell to the floor mat. Her first instinct was to pull the tit suckers but the seals were too tight she just spasmed with pain.
Hans crouched down, “these young men are going to fuck you hard. Their seed is important to us; your tits are ready for pregnancy, be assured your womb is too.”
The two boys were erect, their cocks hard, lightly haired and pink. They descended on her while Hans watched. Janelle could only groan her mind accepting the inevitable.
“Oh god this is it!”
Janelle had never been with two men before. She felt hands all over her, on her hips, under her neck inside her thighs. The young boys cocks were slapping her leg and waist the owners frenzied with teenage lust.
“Look at her tits, ahh ooh fucking slut!” Slap!
“Bend her over; how do you like that bitch?”
She howled as one fingered her anus two digits in. The other stroked her tits getting the same response.
“Good there so hard and fucking sore.”
She bucked as the other also groped in delight.
“Open that mouth, come on swallow some cock.”
Janelle dry mouth filled with hot young flesh. These boys were young enough to be her kids and she slurped in disgust on his young tender head.
The other was pulling her up onto her knees her lacerated ass stinging to his touch.
“Uggh yeah uggh fucking knell you bitch oh ooohhh yeahhhh!” She coughed on the mouth cock the other young blood easing up her pussy.
“Oh heavens ohhh please!” She wailed in her head.
The boy was thrusting hard making her gag on his friend’s tool.
“Ugh, ugh, oh you’re tight and hot, uggh!”
He reached round gripping, her tits tubes clattering on the floor. She shook in discomfort her breasts still squirting over and over filling the jar. He lent back to begin his serious penetration, “ah, ah, ah, ah.”
His friend slapped her face away from his cock.
“Too much whore I nearly filled your mouth!”
Hans was supervising making sure the boys would empty up her with their loads. “Now harder yes, yes do it.” The young mans first spurt was weak, his second a torrent.
Janelle gasped feeling her walls splattered with Aryan seed. His cock quickly subsided and in disappointment he withdrew.
The other boy was more patient, he caressed her butt.
“Stay on all fours you horny cow.”
The room was silent just the sucking of the machines and Janelle now constant low moan of discomfort. The boy pressed onto her.
“Hold still uggh yes ugggh that’s deep uggh ah ah ah!”
She rocked obediently his hands on her shoulders and back thankfully letting her abused tits hang loose. His cock was long and firm and she gulped as he fucked hard nudging her deep inners, “Oh, oh, oh!”
She grunted to his enormous delight. “Yes you like it, come on work that fat ass uggh it’s coming its coming ooohhhhhh!”
Her throat swallowed as she felt him fire a wad inside her pussy.
Suddenly the sucking machine fell silent and Hans caressed her sore tits. He smiled, slightly twisting the tubes and she gave a screech as each nipple was plucked from its glass vacuum.
Slock!
One of the teenage boys was near her again this time with a strange mask, wires hanging from it. The woman screamed as he fastened the mind device over her sweaty face pulling it tight. Voices started in her ears, then lights then she yelped as Hans began to cane her ass, last nights punishment not deemed enough.
Kevin had only just recovered from the temptresses attentions when his transport spun into the courtyard. The blonde beauty he had seen last night was waiting there looking even more stunning in the day. He climbed out sheepish wondering what his driver would say. But Becky just smiled and walked into the main hall.
“My wife, is she here?” He asked feeling relieved.
“Of course but she’s showering I believe.” Kristen explained smiling warmly. “She’s a very fine woman.” Kevin nodded proudly in agreement He was then escorted inside to the drawing room.
He sat on a long luxurious sofa; Kristen sitting across from him long legs crossed her appearance immaculate. She began to explain all.
“I’m afraid Janelle is going to be staying with us from now on.”
As she spoke at length he frowned confused. The woman was mad, what the hell was she talking about. Stay here, new husband, master race?
He got up face turning red with anger. In the door way he saw his wife, dressed only in a towel her hair wet, legs still damp.
“Janelle what’s going on what are you doing for Christ sake?”
Escorting her in was Hans also in a towel. Kevin’s anger grew and he stammered unsure of himself.
“Li… listen, I want some explanations.”
“Be quiet!” Demanded Kristen,” and sit down!”
Kevin tensed his arms, his hands as fists.
“Don’t be a fool you are no match for Hans, accept it.” Kristen said her voice now bellowing.
Kevin saw the man’s six pack figure, a body engineered by his evil father to perfection and he reluctantly relaxed.
“Sit now!” The uber bitch demanded, and Kevin’s knees gave way.
Hans also sat down Janelle kneeling at his side. Her face was tired her eyes blank. At the door now stood one of the young men in full black kit swastika on his arm. In is hand an old ww2 machine pistol. The gun was well oiled and obviously in full working order. He approached levelling the barrel towards Kevin.
Kristen introduced the young buck.
“This is Janelle new husband; she’ll soon be bearing his child, if he’s not impregnated her already.”
Kevin shook with rage the boy’s eyes delighted, showing he’d already sampled his new busty wife.
Hans unfastened his towel exposing his long limp cock, totally bald.
“A demonstration I think!” And Janelle nodded placing her head in his lap her mouth swallowing the floppy monster.
“Ooh god no,” Kevin choked not knowing what to do.
She began to take long slurping sucks the head expanding the shaft quickly hardening. Hans leaned back caressing her head.
“Lick under the head, ahhh yes swallow deeper ugghh! Suck harder good!”
Janelle obeyed her cheeks bulging in her mouth full of saliva,” slurp, suck!”
Kevin shook his head over and over as the man’s cock became enviously hard. Janelle savouring his pink fat head her lips wet with her own juices.
Kristen smiled enjoying the view. “Your wife has such a lovely ass. I’m afraid it’s a little sore at present; but still full and womanly.”
Kevin could see her butt pressed out, the towel only just reaching below her waist. Her cheeks were bruised; long straight welts where she had taken the cane punishment.
Kristen continued with her teasing. “Have you ever fucked her rear hole? Hmm no? Do you think she could take his cock up there?”
Kevin was shaking, his wife been so obedient not even flinching when Kristen had said what she had in store for her.
Hans ordered his new slave to stand up, and then tugged the towel away so she was fully exposed. Janelle just groaned a little as he pulled her down onto his lap facing away from him. Kevin began to shout. “No Janelle for God’s sake.”
Hans put his arm under her closed knees and raised both legs tight together. Her ass stretched and Kevin could see the hard cock sliding against her butt crack. Her hands were down spreading her cheeks the pink anus winking at him as Hans pointed his cock towards the tight entrance. His wife gave a long moan the cock forced against her hole. Hans was lifting his waist pushing slowly but firmly.
Janelle gasped then gave an anguished groan as her ass was slowly busted open.
The cock was disappearing between her stretched rectal mouth. Her swollen breasts were pointing to the roof as her back arched her teeth gritted the cock now 4 inches and more inside.
Kristen laughed. “The bitch likes it.! Look at how her ass hole is stretched round my brother’s cock!”
Kevin couldn’t take his eyes of the seated couple. The man’s fat balls almost the only visible part of his cock the shaft sucked inside her. Then he slowly pulled out making Kevin wince with the length of shaft he had eased up her. Janelle gave a satisfied yet painful moan.
“Ohh yesss master ugghh!”
He jerked back up gripping her waist holding her knees high.
“Ugghh master! Ohh ohhh!”
He began to pump her ass red with the friction her face tensed but aroused,
“Uggh uggh oh fuck, uggh yeah, yeah arrgggg shit, shit ugghhh!”
He gave a grunt as his cock came too far out springing from her hole, the black void visible as her muscles tensed back close. She shrieked as he hungrily forced it back in.
“Ja, ja!”She gasped her accent now with a taint of German. Her nails clawed the back of the seat as she struggled to hold herself steady his bucking becoming rampant.
“Oh, oh, oh, more, more fuck me ugghhhhhhhhhh!”
Janelle was shaking in sensation the fucking going on and on her husband drawn and despairing. Hans was an insatiable stud, would his cock ever tire? The man’s bull size ball flapping in his hairless scrotum as the stud controlled his entry fast then slow holding the woman up and exposed using her like his own personal wanking device.
“Ah, take it you bitch ugghh.”
He fixed a satisfied glare at Kevin. “Uggh your wife she’s soo hot, ugh I’m coming I’m filling her!”
Janelle’s mouth pouted like a fish gasping out of water as her lover gave a thunder of thrusts ejecting inside her busted canal. He hosed inside her before allowing her legs to fall pushing her from his lap. Janelle fell to her knees, hair matted, shoulder aching moaning over and over.
Kristen stood up snapping her fingers to the teen standing with the gun.
“Take her old husband away, he’s seen enough.”
Kevin hardly resisted, standing sobbing his hands shaking, his brainwashed wife still sprawled on the floor in a world of her own.
Hans shouted back to the young man, “and then take your broodmare home.”
The boy nodded, making a mental note to fuck her in the ass once her pregnant belly had grown too large.
************
Castle Busenstien had so many rooms and corridors; even Becky after many months could still not always remember which way was quickest. She had just shown her latest guest to their impressive quarters and as she returned she passed a locked door she now rarely visited. She paused, searched for the key and then entered the dim windowless space.
The room was meagre more like a cell, a bed and a few items the only comforts. In the middle of the room was a long teak chest, holes punched in its top.
This was where the cells occupant spent most of his daylight hours.
She kicked the side then knelt down unlatching a small hand size hatch three quarters of the way down. She reached in feeling her way. Kevin wriggled laying on his back facing up his black mask and gag stopping him from producing more than feint grunts. She found her target and began to tug at the small stubby cock, its shaft now pointing eagerly out of the hole.
“Good boy,” she purred, as she gave the gimp the same loving hand job she had done in the car many times since.
Inside the box Kevin saw nothing, only heard her soft voice and felt the only human contact he now had these days. He wondered if his wife even remembered him, her life now so different from his. Becky’s hand was beginning to blur, the jerking so fast; and in a few wonderful moments he would erupt in frustration and delight.
He knew her red lips were only inches away yet never once had her wide mouth tasted him. In his head he pleaded knowing in torment that his desire would never be fulfilled.
“Oh please… Suck, suck in the name of the fatherland suck!”
Thank you for your request. Feel free for anyone to mail me their ideal babe for the Busenstien treatment. Finc

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The Married Freak: Part I

Hello everyone. This is a first in what I am hoping is series of stories that happened to me over the course of my late-twenties to my mid-thirties. They will chronicle the slow progression into a final climax (pardon the pun) that, even to this day, I find hard to believe.

Fantasm

Bloodlust

Something we started writing to chill out. A friend told us to submit so here we are

Fiction

The Kingdom ch. 01

The Kingdom Ch. 01
Prince Atheling took careful aim with his crossbow and let the bolt fly. The poor pigeon never had a chance as the bolt struck it and it tumbled out of the sky. But as it did, it fluttered down behind the grove of bushes that lined the bottom of the castle wall.
Stepping over to the bushes, he parted them with his hands and stepped inside to search for the bird. The growth was thick and he had to fight his way through the bushes as he looked for the bird. Then, moving over to castle wall where the growth wasn’t quite as thick, he stepped down the wall searching for his bird. As he moved along, he saw a loophole in the wall. Wondering what in looked in on, he stepped over and peered through it.
What he saw would haunt him to his dying day and change the whole land around him. The fiery spasm of perverse excitement that fired off in his brain made him dizzy as he gawked in the loophole in stunned silence.
It was his mother, Queen Ides. And she was naked! Naked and standing in a big, copper tub while her hand maid stood beside her running a soapy washcloth over the queen’s naked body. He knew that his mother had a beautiful face but the rest of her body had remained a mystery to him. He had heard it said that the queen was one of the most beautiful women in the land and what he now saw convinced him that the rumors had been right. She was exquisitely beautiful, he told himself as he stared on in reverent awe.
She stood with her back facing the loophole. Her breasts were so large, Atheling could see their rounded sides extending out beyond her arms. Her ebony black hair hung down in wet strands, the curled tips just brushing the rounded slope of her shoulders. Atheling let his eyes wander down the sweep of her back, down to the cheeks of her perfect ass. Letting his hungry eyes explore the unrivaled beauty of her ass, he imagined that it had to have been carved out of the purest, white alabaster by the hand of a master sculptor. And below it, her long, shapely legs swooped and curved down and down until they were hidden behind the copper tub. Atheling stared on in worshipful reverence, watching as soap bubbles slowly slithered down the sweep of her graceful back and legs. While his mother’s body partially blocked his view of the handmaid, he could see that the handmaid was running the washcloth over his mother’s big, jutting breasts.
Guiltily, he could feel his big his prick growing hard as he peeked in at his mother. But he had no control over it. His body was built to react in a certain way in the presence of such beauty, and it was performing as designed. Even if it was his mother who was generating such a depraved response.
His heart was pounding, his mouth was as dry as the Sahara, and his hands were trembling from the rush of adrenaline that was pouring through his bloodstream as he gaped on. Just then, as he watched on with expectant anticipation, his mother slowly turned and faced the loophole.
She stood facing him with her eyes closed as he feasted his eyes on her beautiful face and body. While he did, her handmaiden was slowly wiping the soapy cloth his mother’s back.
As she had turned, his eyes had been immediately drawn from her face down to the two perfect, white breasts dangling down from her chest. They were exquisite! He had seen breasts before, but never any of such incomparable size and beauty. Comparing her breasts to the breasts he had seen before was like comparing apples to melons. It was obvious that the same master sculptor that had sculpted her perfect ass had molded her exquisite breasts. The only difference was the white alabaster he had chosen for her breasts was laced with faint veins of blue. And the sculptor had tipped each of the magnificent sculptures with a perfectly round circle of a darker pink. Then, as a crowning touch, he had topped each of them off with a jutting nipple of purple. The beautiful sculptures were monuments to the personification of femininity and womanhood.
Finally able to tear his eyes away from the jiggling, bobbing giants, he ran his eyes down over the softly rounded swell of her abdomen. It wasn’t hard and flat like the bellies of the hardworking wenches he had enticed into the stables, but its slight roundness made her seem just that much more exotic. More alluring. More sensual.
At last his eyes swept down over the V of her belly and the tangle of damp, black curls that covered it. The rumors didn’t do her justice, he sickly thought. She wasn’t one of the most beautiful women in the land, she was THE most beautiful woman in the land . . . maybe even in the whole wide world.
As he gawked on with reverent awe, he watched his mother, the queen slowly bend down and grasp hold of the rounded edge of the copper tub. Resting her weight on her hands, she slowly inched her long legs apart. As she did, Atheling saw the handmaiden’s hands appear up between the queen’s widespread legs. The hand slowly slipped up through the queen’s legs with a finger extended and found the queen’s large, swollen clit. Then, Atheling thought his fully hardened prick was going to explode as he watched the girl stick out two fingers and ease them up into the queen’s cunt. Was this where the title “handmaiden” came from, he dizzily wondered, watching the girl slide her fingers in and out of the queen sopping pussy. Watching the handmaiden rub her finger back and forth across the queen’s swollen clit as she fucked the queen’s cunt with her fingers was the most perversely exciting thing he’d ever seen.
Watching his mother’s giant tits bobble up and down as the girl fucked her with her fingers, Atheling dug his hand down into his britches and hauled out his big, stiff prick. He couldn’t believe this was all happening as he stroked his cock and watched his mother, the queen getting fucked by her handmaiden. This was his mother, the queen. The very epitome of purity and virtue in his eyes. And she was letting her handmaiden fuck her with her fingers. It was all just too much.
He could feel the cum down in his balls beginning to bubble and boil as he continued to whack his cock while he watched.
All at once, his mother’s head flew back. She let out a loud, gasping grunt and her whole body began to shake and shiver. Then her hips began to bob up and down as she fucked the handmaiden’s fingers while they slid in and out of her cunt.
This went on for the longest time, until at last, he saw the grimace melt off his mother’s pretty face and her hips ground to a slow stop. As they did, the handmaiden eased her fingers out of the queen’s pussy and swirled them around in the soapy water to wash away the goo that covered them.
That did it for Atheling as he felt his peter lurch and spurt out a giant wad of cum onto the castle wall.
As Atheling’s continued to jerk and spurt out more and more thick, gooey cum, he watched as his mother pushed up off the edge of the tub and stood back up. Her massive breasts floundered about wildly as she stepped out of the tub and then walked out of his line of sight.
At last his cock stopped spurting and began to soften. Stuffing it back in his pants, he stumbled back out of the bushes and headed back to his room with the image of his beautiful mother dancing in his head.
From that day forward, young Prince Atheling spent a goodly portion of his time spying on the queen whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Then one day another even more lurid display of lewdness unfolded before his eyes.
His mother was bathing, alone this time. She was sitting in the copper tub slowly running a soapy washcloth over her gigantic tits as Atheling stood watching and slowly working his hand up and down his big, rock-hard cock. Then Atheling heard a sound. It came from out of his line of sight so he couldn’t see what made the sound. But he saw his mother turn her head to the side and smile. From his loophole, Atheling initially couldn’t see what had caused the smile but he quickly found out, as his father, the king came walking up to the tub where his mother sat. His father said something to the queen, but Atheling couldn’t make out what he said.
Just then, the queen slowly laid the washcloth on the edge of the tub and reached out to the front of the king’s britches. Looking up at the king with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips, she began to unbutton the buttons running down the front of the king’s breeches. Atheling could see the big bulge thrusting out against his father’s pants as his mother’s finger’s crawled downward over it. Then when she unbuttoned the last button, she slowly spread the king’s breeches open and his big, limp prick flopped out into the open.
Atheling heard the queen murmur something, but couldn’t make out the words as he watched her take his father’s cock in her hand and slowly lift it up to her mouth. What was she doing, he giddily wondered? Was she going to put his father’s cock in her mouth? He’d never heard of such a thing, but it sent a shiver of excitement trickling through his own cock as he watched. Then he saw his mother open her mouth and slowly, sensually ease the big, purple head of the king’s cock into her mouth. Atheling jerked his hand away from his cock not wanting to shoot his wad before he saw what was going to happen next.
The queen kept leaning forward easing her lips down the flaccid shaft of the king’s cock until at last, her full, red lips were encircling its thick, hairy base. She had the whole damned thing inside her mouth, Atheling giddily thought. The whole thing! He couldn’t believe it. Then he saw the queen’s cheeks hollow as she began to suck on the king’s cock. As she did, the king reached down and lovingly ran his pudgy fingers through her damp, black hair.
Atheling watched on in an envious daze as the queen eagerly sucked on the king’s peter. Time seemed to fly by and it seemed to be only a matter of seconds before the king’s prodigious peter was jutting out in front of him stiff and hard.
Now the queen had her hands wrapped around the jutting monster as she hungrily devoured it with her mouth. As she gobbled away, the king curled his fingers down into the queen’s hair and began working his fat ass back and forth while he slowly fucked the queen’s pretty face. As the king’s big dick slid in and out between the queen’s lips, she ran her hands around to his ass, clutching it, pushing and pulling on it to control the tempo of the lewd act.
Was he going to come in her mouth, Atheling wondered? Was the queen going to let him shoot his wad in her mouth? The king’s ass moved back and forth faster and faster until all of a sudden, he jerked back and pulled his spit-covered peter out of her mouth. Then he reached down and took hold of her hands.
Atheling watched on as she struggled to her feet in the tub. Streams of bubbly water coursed down her exquisite body as the king let go of her hands and pushed his pants down his hairy legs. Stepping out of them, he took the queen’s hand as she stepped out of the tub. Atheling watched her mammoth breasts quiver and bob as the king led her toward her big, queen-sized, four poster bed. The king’s big, stiff peter jutted out in front of him, flouncing up and down wildly as he shuffled toward the bed.
Reaching the bed, the queen immediately crawled up on it and rolled over onto her back. Atheling watched on in an envious rage as she quickly spread her legs apart and fingered her pussy open. Now she was open and ready for the king as he quickly crawled up between her outstretched legs. If only it were me she was inviting down between her legs, Atheling jealously thought as the king grabbed hold of his cock and aimed it down at the gaping hole between her legs. If only that was my cock, Atheling resentfully thought as he watched the king mount her and slide his big peter down inside the queen’s greedy cunt.
Atheling couldn’t watch anymore. He wanted her so badly he ached all over as he stuffed his cock back in his pants and stumbled back out of the bushes. There had to be a way, he told himself. A way to get the queen mother into his bed. He wouldn’t be able to rest until he did.
His delusional fixation on his mother grew with each passing day until it became an obsession with him. And as his obsession with his mother grew, his hate for his father, the king grew on a proportional scale. He was tottering on the brink of insanity when he finally decided he had to act . . .
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Prince Atheling’s big, black war-horse went clattering across the drawbridge and out into the bailey of the castle. Reining the behemoth to a stop, he tossed the reins down to the groom waiting for him and dropped to his feet by the giant horse. Patting the horse’s lathered neck, he turned and quickly strode across the stone floor toward the castle entrance.
Stepping inside, he saw that everyone was dressed in black. Every one was grieving for the lately departed king. His father, good King Enclaus, had been killed by a bolt from a crossbow in the recent battle of Hastings. Too bad, Prince Atheling smiled to himself, finding little incentive to mourn the passing of his father. His father’s death had conveniently opened up a whole new world to Prince Atheling. And soon, he would no longer be Prince Atheling! He would be christened King Atheling. The new king and it would be him ruling the land, not his poor, deceased father. Then, at last, he would finally be able to quiet the insistent craving that he had carried with him for so long.
The only thing nagging the prince was the little sliver of guilt he felt. How could the bolt from his crossbow go so far wide? It was almost as if the bolt had a mind of its own and had flown straight for his father’s heart. And how could he have known of the chink in his father’s mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn’t know better, one would say that he did it on purpose. And now, it was his destiny to take over the land. Take his father’s place. Take over the land and the king’s possessions. All of the old king’s possessions . . .
Just then, Prince Atheling saw his mother, Queen Ides come striding toward him with tears streaming down her pretty face. She was dressed in a long, flowing, black cote-hardie and he couldn’t keep from dropping his eyes down to her bounteous bosom as it floundered about under the dress. The sweeping neckline of the black, velvet dress revealed the tops of her large breasts and seemed to magnify their size and volume. And the fact that her breasts were filled with breast milk made Prince Atheling even more determined to have them as his own.
“Oh, my son,” she blubbered out, stepping up to him and wrapping her arms around him.
The prince reveled in the feel of her bosom crushed against his chest as he slowly wrapped his arms around her to return her hug.
“I’m so sorry, mother,” Prince Atheling lied, crocodile tears streaming down his cheeks as he pulled her to him. “I wish that it had been me instead of him . . .”
“No, no, you mustn’t think that, my son. What is done is done. Now we must move on,” she wept, stepping back and daintily dabbing at her tear-stained cheek with a black, silk handkerchief. “I can only be thankful that the both of you weren’t taken from me.”
“You still have a part of him,” Prince Atheling said, reaching out and wiping away a big tear off her cheek with the back of a finger. “You have Prince Gothling . . . and me . . .”
“Yes, I know and if you’ll excuse me, my Lord, I must go to the prince now,” she told him, stepping back away from him. “It is time for his feeding . . .”
“We’ll talk later, my Queen,” he mumbled watching her turn away from him.
Then he stood watching the sway of her long, black dress as she quickly made her way over to the nursery maid who stood holding little Prince Gothling. Nursing time, he thought, watching the queen lead the maid across the main hall toward her quarters. Enjoy your time with your other son while you may, my mother, he said to himself. For Prince Gothling’s remaining time on this earth is short . . .
In a week’s time, the coronation of Prince Atheling was over and he was now the king of the land. After he was king, he systematically set about replacing his father’s men with ones he knew were loyal to himself. Finally, there was only one last detail left that he needed to take care of. Prince Gothling! Prince Gothling, his brother, was his last threat to the throne. And that threat had to be removed . . .
He sent a message to Baron Sade, his most trusted and loyal friend inviting him to join him in his chambers . . .
“Baron, my friend,” the king smiled, motioning for the Baron to take a seat in the ornate chair that sat by the roaring fire. “I’ve brought you here to ask a great favor of you.”
“Yes, my sire?” the baron asked, smiling and taking the gold goblet of wine that the king offered him. “What can a lowly baron do for my king?”
“I have a task for you that calls for a most discrete handling,” the king said, stepping over to the other chair sitting by the fireplace. “I would do it myself, but it would be so, so unkingly, shall we say.”
“What is this task, my sire?” the baron asked, taking a sip of wine.
“It is one for which you will be well rewarded for, my liege,” the king smiled.
“What my sire? What? The suspense is killing me,” the baron asked.
“Prince Gothling!” the king stated.
The baron looked back at him with a puzzled look on his face. “Prince Gothling? I don’t understand my Lord.”
“I need someone to remove the last challenge to my throne . . .”
“You—you mean—you mean kill Prince Gothling?” the baron choked out his face turning an ashen white.
“Yes, that is what I mean! And the rank of earl will be yours when the job is done.”
Atheling could almost hear the wheels turning inside the baron’s head as the color slowly seeped back into his face.
“Earl! Earl of Sade? That does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it,” the baron smiled, the shock of the request seemingly dissipated by the promise of the new rank.
“Then you’ll do this for me?” the king asked, taking another sip of wine.
“Consider it done, my sire,” the baron said, lifting his goblet in a salute to the king. “Your wish is my command . . .”
The next morning, the king rose early and went out to his throne.
The wait was short as he heard a horrifying scream rent the air of the castle. The scream came from the queen’s quarters and he immediately knew that the baron, no, make that the Earl of Sade had been successful.
Just then, the door to the queen’s chamber’s crashed open and the queen came staggering out carrying the lifeless body of Prince Gothling in her arms.
“He is dead!” she screamed. “Dead! Who would kill such a dear child?”
Just then, her eyes found his. A momentary look of hate flitted across her face and she held the baby out toward him.
“He’s dead . . .” she groaned out, dropping to her knees and clutching the child to her bosom.
Now she’ll need someone else to suckle those big breasts, he sickly thought. And I know just the person to take over for poor, Prince Gothling.
The king let his mother mourn the loss of her son for a week before he put his plan into motion. After the week passed, he sent a note to her asking her to join him in his quarters. And to bring milk with her for he was thirsting for a drink of milk.Sitting by the fireplace, King Atheling sipped on a goblet of wine as he waited for his mother to respond to his request. The roaring fire had taken the chill off the room as the brisk winds of winter blew outside. Snow had begun to fall and was now beginning to stick to the ground. It promised to be a day that would drive a person inside, he told himself, smiling in anticipation of what he had planned to occupy himself on this cold, blustery day.
When he heard the light knock on the door, he set his goblet down and slowly walked to the door. Pulling it open, he saw his mother standing in the hall with a jug of milk in her hands.
“Come in, Mother,” he said, stepping aside and waving his hand in a flourish to welcome her inside.
“I’ve brought your milk, my sire,” she murmured, stepping inside as the king closed the door behind her.
“I see you have,” Atheling said, “Put it on the table and come sit.”
He watched her slowly step to the table and set the jug on it. Then he motioned to the same chair that the Earl of Sade had sat in on that auspicious day that he had agreed to kill Prince Gothling.
As she sat down, Atheling strolled over to the other chair and sat down facing her.
“I am lonely, Mother and I have decided to take a queen to ease that loneliness,” he smiled, taking a tiny sip of wine.
“Oh,” she murmured. “Who? Who is to be your new queen?”
“I have decided to invoke my kingly right to succession,” he said, watching her as she looked back at him with a puzzled look on her face. “Invoke my right to take the hand of the old king’s queen.”
“What?” she gasped.
“I have no need for another queen,” the prince smiled, letting his eyes stray down to her bosom, then back to her ashen face. “I have my mother to stand by my side as my queen . . .”
Her hand flew up to her throat as she looked at him with a fearful, confused look on her pretty face.
“Me? Your mother? Your mother as your queen?” she gasped. “How can that be?”
“I am the king, mother! I can do anything I please . . .” he grinned. “Anything I please . . . and it would be best if one didn’t forget that . . .”
“Yes, my sire,” she mumbled, staring at him with a shocked look on her face.
Then Atheling pushed himself up out of the chair and purposefully stepped over to the table. He could see that his revelation had unsettled her as he reached out and picked up the jug of milk.
As she sat watching him, he slowly tipped the jug. The white milk poured out onto the floor, splashing and sending white droplets flying all over, some of them even splattering onto her dress.
“My sire,” she gasped, staring down at the milk as it spread out over the floor. “Why? You . . . you told me to bring milk.”
“Come, my Mother,” he said, placing the empty jug on the table and stepping over to where she sat. “Did you really think I wanted cow’s milk when I can have mother’s milk!”
“What, what do you mean?” she asked as he stood smugly looking down at her.
Atheling reached down to her and slowly ran his fingers over the swell of her bosom. “This is the milk I thirst for, Mother.”
Ides gasped, staring down at her son’s hand as it brushed across her heaving bosom.
“You can’t . . . you can’t . . . I can’t . . . not that,” she whimpered, starting to push his hand away, but thinking better of it.
“Yes, Mother, I can,” he told her kneeling to the floor in front of her. “Remember, Mother, dear, I am the king, and I can do as I wish.”
Then, as she stared down at his hand, she watched as he began to unbutton the bodice of her dress.
“This is . . . you can’t . . . please . . .” she begged as he continued to slowly move his fingers down the front of her dress unbuttoning button after button. “I am your mother . . .”
“But I am also your king . . .” Atheling reminded her. “And you have milk that is going to waste. You have no one to give it to . . . And what can be wrong with giving your milk to your own son? Just as you did, lo those long years ago.”
“Please, my king, please, don’t do this,” she begged.
Finally Atheling’s fingers stopped moving down her dress which was now unbuttoned all the way down to her waist.
Looking down, she could see that his fingers were trembling as he delicately pinched the material between his fingers and thumbs and slowly began to spread her dress open.
She couldn’t stop the blush of red that painted her face as Atheling spread her dress open to reveal the two ripened melons jutting out from her chest. They were exquisite examples of motherhood as they hung down from her chest, heavy and laden with mother’s milk.
Atheling had never seen a pair of breasts so beautiful as he gawked down at the drooping treasures. So full, so ripe like two melons ready to be harvested. Melons filled with the nectar of the gods. Nectar to quench the thirst that he had endured for so long. He had thought them to be big before, but now, heavily laden with breast milk, they were huge.
And now they were his. Cherished prizes to feast his eyes on and his to bring forth the liquid treasure they held.
King Atheling slowly ran the tips of his fingers over his mother’s sagging udders, marveling in their smooth softness.
“So beautiful . . .” he whispered, gently fingering the swollen, purple nipple that jutted out of the center of the darkened tip of one giant breast.
“Please, my king, please don’t do this . . .” she wept as tears began to flow down her cheeks and drip down off her jaws onto her quivering breasts.
“But I must, Mother,” he murmured. “We mustn’t let the treasure they hold go to waste. I must taste your sweet mother’s milk once again. Taste it and drink from your beautiful breast just as I did so long ago.”
As he spoke, Atheling gently cupped the tear-slickened breast and slowly lifted it up to his mouth.
“Please, my king . . .” she begged watching him purse his lips around the big, jutting nipple.
Atheling began to gently suck on the swollen pap. As he did, milk began to flow from it. Slowly at first, the sweet milk trickled out into his mouth as he savored its rich sweetness. As he suckled her, she wept, her sobs making her other udder quiver and bobble beside his face. The flow of milk flowing out into his mouth slowly became thicker and thicker as he sucked harder and harder.
Finally, Atheling let go of his mother’s nipple and kissed his way down into the valley between her big, milk-laden breasts and up onto her other quivering breast. As he did, milk continued to trickle out of the nipple he had just suckled. The white liquid ran down the rounded under slope of her breast and down onto her heaving belly to where it was soaked up by her dress. But it went unseen by him as he pursed his lips around her other nipple and began to suck on it.
His mother continued to weep as he drank his fill of her sweet mother’s milk. At last, he was finished with her breasts. Then, as she continued to sniffle and try to choke back the tears, Atheling pushed up to his feet in front of her. Looking down at her, he watched as she ran the backs of her hands across her tear-stained cheeks trying to wipe away the tears.
“My britches,” Atheling said to her. “Open my britches, Mother.”
Her mouth dropped open as she stared up at him in disbelief.
“No—no—you can’t—not that,” she gasped.
“Open my britches, Mother,” he said, watching a look of revulsion wash across her face. “Open my britches and find your king’s gift to you. I wish to repay your generous offering of milk with a gift of my own milk.”
“No—no—I can’t—” she wept, her eyes dropping down to the bulge jutting out in the front of his britches.
“You must, my queen,” he told her, reaching down and roughly grasping her hand in his. “I am your king. It is your duty as queen to please your king . . .”
Just then, he lifted her hand and shoved it up against the bulge.
“No—no—please, my king,” she pleaded as he held her trembling hand thrust against his hard, throbbing cock.
“Feel it? Feel what your beauty has done to it! It is you who have done this to me. It is you that has made it hard and swollen,” he snarled. “Now you must take it and make it soft once again.”
“Oh, my Lord, please, please don’t do this thing. It’s, it’s sacrilege . . .” she wept.
“Open my britches, my queen,” he told her, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.
More tears were streaming down her cheeks dropping down onto her quivering breasts as she wept. Then finally, her trembling fingers crept up to the button at the top of his britches. Sobbing plaintively, she slowly pushed the button through the buttonhole. Then with a look of fear, she slowly spread open his pants. As she did, Atheling’s big, hard penis sprang out into the open.
He heard the sharp intake of breath as his mother stared at the giant, evil creature bobbing up and down in front of her face.
“Touch it, my queen,” Atheling told her, stepping closer. “Touch your king’s royal scepter.”
“I can’t—please, I can’t,” she sobbed. “I’m your mother . . . please don’t make me do this . . .”
“But you’re my queen; too,” he told her, inching even closer. “And it is your duty to please your king!”
Then, he grabbed hold of her trembling hand again and roughly thrust it against his twitching cock.
“Touch it and feel its power,” he said, holding her shaking hand against his cock. “Wouldn’t you like to feel that power down between your legs. Feel its power filling your cunt . . .”
“Please—please—please—” she pleaded, straining to pull her hand away from his cock.
“But you must, my queen . . . it is my command . . . and you know what happens to those who disobey the king’s commands, don’t you,” he told her, straining to hold her hand against his penis.
As the threat sank in, he felt her slowly stop resisting.
“Hold it,” he ordered her. “Hold it in your hand and fondle it.”
“Please, please, my king, don’t . . . don’t make me do this,” she wept.
But even as she spoke her little hand slowly curled around the thick shaft of his jutting cock.
“Is it bigger?” he asked her, thrusting his cock at her. “Is it bigger than my father’s cock was?”
“Yes—yes,” she hissed. “Yes, it is bigger than your father’s . . .”
Yes, he arrogantly thought. He was bigger than his father was, and now he was going to lay claim to the treasure that his father had hoarded all the long years. Now that treasure that lay down between her pretty legs was waiting for him. Waiting for him to take it as his own.
“Kiss it,” he commanded. “Kiss the royal scepter with your lips . . .”
“No—I can’t,” she whined.
“But you must . . . you must show it respect before it enters your sacred chalice,” he scoffed. “Show it the same respect that you showed to father’s royal scepter. Surely you didn’t disrespect father’s scepter, did you?”
“No—no—I didn’t disrespect your father,” she whimpered. “I did touch it that way . . . to please him, but you, you’re my son.”
“Then please your new king, too,” he grunted, reaching out and cupping the back of her head in the palm of his hand.
Straining against her resistance, he forced her head toward him at the same time he inched his hips forward.
“Take it,” he growled as the big, purple head of his cock nudged up against her full, red lips. “Take it in your mouth and show it your respect!”
Pressing his cock against her soft lips, he continued to pull her toward him. Finally, he watched her lips part and the head of his cock slowly slipped in between them.
“Suck on it, my queen,” he panted, thrusting his cock into her mouth. “Suck on it just like you sucked on father’s cock. Suck out its sweet essence.”
Pushing his cock into her mouth, he had almost half of his cock buried down inside it before he felt her begin to tentatively suck on it. He wanted to come in her mouth so badly. But he couldn’t. Not the first time. The first time must be reserved for her cunt. He must fill it with his seed and let her give him an heir. Once she was with child, his child, then he would make her drink from his fountain of youth. Make her drink from it and swallow its creamy load down into her belly.
“Harder—suck it harder—” he ordered her, reaching out and grabbing hold of a handful of her hair. Then he felt her suck harder as he held her head in between his hands and fucked her pretty face.
Tears were still streaming down her face, dripping down onto his muscular thighs and her bobbling breasts as he fucked her hot mouth.
At last, he slowly backed his jutting prick out of his mother’s mouth. As it came out she was sucking on it so hard, it made a loud, slurping sound. As he looked down at her, he saw that she couldn’t return his look as her eyes shifted from side to side avoiding his. Then, he reached down and took her hands in his. Gently pulling on them, he lifted her to her feet. As she stood, her big, heavy breasts bobbled and quivered making her swollen nipples bob up and down flinging drops of milk every where.
Atheling slowly peeled her dress down off her the slope of her shoulders and down her arms. Then, he dug his thumbs down under her dress and began easing it down over her rounded hips. Leaning down as he pushed her dress lower, he found one of her jutting nipples with his lips and began teasing his tongue back and forth across it. All at once, her dress went slithering down her legs to puddle at her feet. Stepping back, King Atheling saw that she was wearing a pair of shimmering, red, satin pantaloons. They were the only thing hiding her treasure from his hungry eyes.
“Please, my king . . . please don’t do this . . . I will do the other to respect your royal scepter, but please, not this . . .” she pleaded holding her arms crossed in front of her mammoth breasts.
“But my queen, how am I to father an heir, if we don’t’,” he said. “We must . . .”
Reaching down with both hands, he quickly pushed her red pantaloons down over the swell of her hips. As her pantaloons went whispering down her legs, Atheling saw the forest of curly, black curls covering the Y of her belly. But he had only a momentary glance at it before she covered it with a hand.
“Please, please, my king, please, anything but this . . . ” she wept, trying to hide herself from his prying eyes.
“Come, my beautiful queen,” he murmured, taking hold of the hand covering the mass of black curls at the base of her softly rounded belly.
“Please, my King, we can’t, not that . . . please . . . don’t hurt me,” she wept straining back away from him, digging her feet in to keep from being pulled toward the bed.
“Come, my Queen, and you will suffer no injuries, only pleasure,” he told her, tugging her toward the bed.
“Please,” she whined, tears running down her cheeks as she fought against him.
“I do not wish to harm you. So you must stop resisting. It is inevitable . . .” he growled, a hint of anger in his voice.
Suddenly, the resistance flowed from her body and she went limp, letting herself be docilely led to the bed.
“Crawl onto the bed,” he told her, releasing her hand.
Meekly, she leaned down over the bed, her huge tits swinging below her as she placed knee on the bed and crawled up on it. As she did, King Atheling lovingly ran his fingers over the soft smoothness of her perfect, round ass. This, too, one day, my Queen, he promised himself.
Unbuttoning his ruffled blouse, he watched her lower herself down onto her belly and then slowly roll over onto her back. He stood looking down at her massive breasts as they jiggled softly while she lay with her head turned to the side, softly sobbing and avoiding his eyes.
Peeling his blouse back over his muscular shoulders, he tossed it down onto the foot of the bed. As she lay with her arms at her sides, her mammoth breasts were so large they draped down over her arms partially obscuring them from view.
Leaning down over her, he eased his hands under her legs and lifted them, pulling her toward him at the same time. Pulling her toward him, he continued until her perfect, round ass was resting on the edge of the bed with the oozing, pink gash between her legs poised just above it.
Gently, he lowered her legs until her dainty feet were resting on the stone floor. Now he was standing in between her legs as she lay half on and half off the bed. Then he slowly lowered himself down to his knees between her legs. Suddenly he found himself face to face with the weeping love wound at the pit of her mother’s softly rounded belly. It was just as beautiful as he remembered it being. Maybe even more beautiful now, because it was his. Its thick, meaty lips were wetly cleaving together, hiding the secrecy of the forbidden opening between them. And above the fleshy, dusky-pink lips, her clit jutted out hard and swollen. It was the biggest clit he had ever seen, and by its size and swollen condition, Atheling could see that despite his mother’s protestations, she must be feeling some element of arousal.
Reaching out, Atheling ran his fingers along the smooth softness of her quivering thighs, pushing on them, spreading them wider apart and opening her to him.
“Please . . . no . . .” he heard her softly plead as he leaned closer to her and eased his tongue out.
Then he slowly, teasingly ran his tongue over the jutting bulb of her clit as it jutted up out of its fleshy hood.
“Nooooo . . . ohhhhhhh,” he heard her murmur, the protest seeming to change into a murmured surrender.
Slowly, he began to flick his tongue back and forth across her vulnerable clit. Teasing and tormenting it, he saw her clawed hands dig down into the bed sheets as the muscles in her belly tensed and quivered. Was she fighting to come . . . or to keep from coming, he sickly wondered as he continued to attack her defenseless clit?
“No . . . No . . . No . . .” she whimpered out. But even as she protested, he felt her ever so gently begin to thrust herself against his hungry mouth.
As she lay quietly sobbing, Atheling could see that the big, purple nipples jutting up out of her breasts were painted with her milk. Reaching up over her straining belly, he wrapped one hand around one of the flattened giants and gave it a rough squeeze. As he did, a stream of milk shot up into the air, dropping back down and coating his hand and her breast with a splattering of warm, sticky milk.
The protests had ceased, replaced by soft, murmuring moans as the thrusting of her hips became more and more insistent. Raising his other hand up under his chin, he stuck out two fingers and slowly eased them up to her pussy. Fingering open her goo-covered pussy lips, he pushed his fingers up into the hot clutch of her cunt.
“Unnnnnnnn . . .” she groaned out, the muscles encircling her vagina collapsing down around his fingers, clutching at them and squeezing them.
Working his fingers in and out of her gooey cunt, Atheling could feel his mother growing more and more agitated. Her whole body was tensing, straining as she thrust herself back against his hand and mouth.
“No—no—no—” she groaned out, her head twisting from side to side, but he wouldn’t relent as he kept licking his tongue back and forth across her clit.
Sensing that she was teetering on the edge, he slowly lifted his mouth away from her clit. Smirking, he looked up over her heaving belly to her grimaced face.
“Would my Queen like to come?” he asked her, smirking at her through his juice-smeared lips. “Would she like to finish . . .”
“Yes—yes—please—please let me come,” she pleaded, thrusting her pussy up at him, lifting her beautiful ass up off the bed. “Please—please—touch it—touch it and lick it—make me come—”
“But, Mother, how could I let that happen,” he smirked again, slowly pushing up to his feet between her outstretched legs. “You know the King comes first . . . he must be pleased first before he could allow you to finish . . .””What—what my, King—what can I do for you . . . I’ll do anything you say,” she groveled out. “But please let me come . . .”
“I will take care of that, Mother,” he told her, reaching down and grasping hold of one of her long legs. Thrusting it up into the air, he rested its back against his belly and chest. Then he lifted her other leg up into the air. Her calves were resting against his shoulders and her dainty feet brushing against his temples as he reached down and wrapped his fist around his big, jutting penis.
Stepping closer, he aimed the tapered head of the jutting monster down at the weeping slit between her fat, gorged pussy lips.
“Does the queen want the king to fuck her?” he asked her, slowly rubbing the head of his dick up and down between her juice-slathered cunt lips.
“Yes—yes—” she hissed. “Yes, my king—fuck your queen.”
“Would Mother like her Son to fuck her?” he maliciously asked, fitting the tapered tip of his cock down into the oozing, weeping hole at the bottom of her pussy. “Would Mother like for her Son to fuck her with his big, hard cock?”
“Yes—please—put it in,” she murmured, her eyes tightly clenched together. “Put it in and fuck me with your big, hard cock . . .”
As she spoke, Atheling leaned forward and slowly eased his penis down into the hot, sucking clutch of her cunt.
“No—No—Yes—Yes—Oh, my King . . .” she groveled as he pushed it into her deeper and deeper.
It was everything he thought it would be and more, he giddily told himself, much more. He continued to slowly ease his cock down into her until it was buried all the way up to his big, dangling balls.
Her resisting had made it that much more depraved and exciting. And now her sudden capitulation was the icing on the cake.
“An heir . . . an heir . . . you must give me an heir,” he told her, holding his cock thrust down into the hot muck of her cunt as he ground himself against her.
“No . . . No . . . no, my Lord . . . not that,” she exclaimed. “No, not a child!”
“Yes—yes—a child—my heir—” he grunted, jerking his penis back and then slamming it back into her as hard as he could. “Take my seed and make me an heir down inside your womb . . .”
The time for talk was over, he feverishly thought as he began to fuck her with deep, teeth-rattling strokes. He had waited twenty years for this moment and he was going to savor every last second of it. Fucking her at a furious pace, he leaned down, pressing her legs back down until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Leaning down through her thighs, he found one of her big, swollen nipples with his lips.
As he began to suck and pluck at her big, puffy nipple she wrapped her hand around her breast and began to squeeze and clutch at it. A stream of thick, rich milk squirted out of the nipple, coating his tongue as he savored it sweetness. Keeping his hips rocking back and forth, he continued to saw his big cock in and out of the clutching tightness of her cunt. As he mercilessly fucked her, the backs of her thighs were rubbing against his sweaty chest, her calves bouncing up and down on his shoulders as her feet waved in the air above his head.
Picking up the pace one more notch, he lifted his mouth up off her breast. But she kept squeezing and kneading her giant breast making more warm milk squirt out of it and splatter all over his face. Humping his big cock in and out of her at a furious pace, he watched the stream of milky white squirt out of the big, purple nipples and shoot up into the air. Her breasts, her thighs, her belly, her face and his face were covered with warm, sticky droplets of her milk as he continued to pump away at her hungry cunt. Fucking her was the end of his life long quest for the Holy Grail, but the fucking and the milk made it all so much more exhilarating. Watching her milk herself, spraying him with her precious nectar made it al that much more decadent and perverted. It was as if she were trying to resist and withhold herself from him while at the same time giving in to the passion of the moment.
Then, suddenly, her arms flew out to the side as she dug her clawed fingers down into the bed sheets. A loud, straining groan escaped her lips as she arched her back and thrust herself up against the pounding attack on her pussy.
Seeing that she was coming, Atheling shoved his big cock down into the clutching, spasming depths of her cunt to let her ride out the storm on it.
Her huge tits, drug down by their weight, rubbed against the bed, their big, puffy nipples pointing out to the side as they suddenly began to squirt out streams of pure, white milk. Spurting out to the side, the streams splashed down on her arms and hands, spotting them with a cloud of white droplets.
Atheling could feel her quivering thighs pattering against his sweaty chest as her stiffened legs pointed straight up into the air. Her dainty feet were arched, curling her toes and pointing them at the ceiling as she groveled through her orgasm. With her head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, her whole body was quivering and shaking as she fought on, coming and coming and coming. Atheling could feel her hot juices leaking out around his embedded cock, dripping down to his dangling balls and coating them with its sticky heat.
It seemed like it would never end for her as she continued to whimper and groan her way through it. At last, the trembling stopped, her muscles softening and relaxing. Her eyelids slowly opened and she looked up at him with a dazed, groggy look on her face.
Her big tits were still leaking out milk, but it was no longer squirting out in streams. It was now slowly oozing out of the big, purple nipples, trickling down the rounded swell of her breast to the bed below. There were two large damp spots under her breasts where the milk was being soaked up by the bed sheets.
Such a waste, he complained to himself as he began to slowly work his big cock in and out of her juice-slathered cunt. Her eyes fluttered shut again and a tiny frown creased her forehead as he fucked her with deep, penetrating strokes. Then he felt her begin to thrust herself back at his pounding attack. The frown grew deeper and he felt her fingers on his hips, clutching at him, guiding him, pushing and pulling, urging him to fuck her harder.
His ass was rocking back and forth like a runaway pendulum moving faster and faster. As it did, his big, juice-smeared cock sloshed in and out of his mother’s hot, clutching cunt churning its juice into a frothy foam that covered his flopping balls and her upturned ass. He could feel the burn down inside his balls growing hotter as they slapped up against his mother’s ass. Finally, he frantically told himself. Finally, after all the years of unrequited frustration, he was going fill the forbidden chalice with his potent cream. Fill it and plant his seed down inside her fertile womb. He would give her a child. A child to replace the child he had taken from her. Their child. His heir!
“My Queen! My Queen!” he gasped as he felt the explosion of pleasure rip through his cock. As it did, his penis lurched down inside her clutching pussy and spewed out a massive gush of thick, potent cum.
“My King! My King!” his mother groaned out, clutching her cunt down around his erupting penis, sucking on it, pulling on it, milking out its venomous load of sperm-filled semen.
He was coming, he feverishly thought. Coming down inside the warm, wet core of her womanhood. Coming and filling her with his fiery essence. As he did, she ground herself back against him, taking him inside her as deep as she could.
Wallowing in the perverse degeneracy of their incestuous communion, Atheling held his spewing, spurting cock thrust down into her cum-filled chalice until if finally stopped firing off.
Slowly backing his cum-coated peter out of the widely stretched opening of her vagina. Atheling looked down to see a long, ropy strand of cum leak out of her pussy and drip down onto the stone floor. Mesmerized by the sheer obscenity of it all, he watched as more and more of the gooey, white goop ran out of her. There was already a thick, goopy puddle of the stuff between his feet as he saw the stream slowly diminish to one long, thin string of cum stretching from her pussy down to the floor.
Stepping back another step, he slowly let her legs down, easing her dainty feet down onto the floor.
Reaching down, he grasped her hands and gently pulled her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
He couldn’t decipher the look she gave him, but it seemed to be something between anger and despair.
“Are you through with me, my Lord,” she asked him, slowly rising to her feet as he shuffled over to where her dress lay on the floor. “Or do you wish to use me again?”
“Yes, I wish to use you again,” he retorted, angered by her rebuff as he swept her dress up off the floor and tossed it at her. “But not now . . . come back at mid-afternoon . . . and bring more milk for I will wish to quench my thirst with it once again.”
“Yes, my Lord,” she quietly mumbled, slowly slipping her dress back on.
Then Atheling reached down and picked up her red, satin pantaloons. Lifting them up to face, he buried his nose in their stained their crotch and took a deep sniff.
“I will keep these as my trophy,” he smirked at her, tossing them onto the table. “A trophy to remind me of the great conquest I made today . . .”
“Yes, my Lord,” she murmured, slowly buttoning her dress as Atheling filled his goblet with more wine.
Finally her dress was buttoned and she slowly walked toward the door, her long dress swishing from side to side as the hem drug on the floor.
“I shall return, my Lord. Just as you have ordered me to,” she said, standing at the door with her hand poised on the heavy iron latch. “And I will bring more milk . . . milk to quench the king’s thirst . . .”

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