Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often. Alyssa
calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is very
jealous and possessive. Since he’s twice my size I’m not about to make him
listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I will just
have to make it alone. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you,
but we’ve both had our eyes opened to something better. And we’re looking
forward to the day Alyssa might join us again…

I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled up
next to me. I’d never been so happy or contented in my life.

“And what is that?” I asked. Then Alyssa cleared her throat and I looked
behind me.

She had finally shed the blankets, throwing them off the bed completely. In
the semi-darkness I could see her in all her naked glory. My eyes roamed over
the magnificence of her body, from her flowing hair to large, inviting,
hard-nippled breasts, to her wide hips to the dark mystery of her crotch. This
was the body I had seen and held in hundreds of idle erotic dreams now brought
to glorious reality. I turned to Jenny and said, “Are you serious?”

“Love,” she said, “Since our high school days Alyssa and I have shared almost
everything, both good and bad. You’re one of the good things that we’ve been
waiting a long time to share.”

I didn’t have time to say much else before Alyssa made me lay down with a firm
hand. She gave me a deep kiss that suddenly made my heart pound like an
overworked compressor and took my breath away for a moment. I reached out and
explored her body with my hands as she was exploring mine.

Suddenly I had two sets of hands caressing me as Jenny joined her. I lay back
and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation. And, to my astonishment, I saw that
they were caressing each other as well as me. I would have to ask Jenny about
the extent of her “sharing” with Alyssa at some future time but I was enjoying
myself too much worry about it now.

It was only a couple of months ago when my boyfriend, David, amid a
frank discussion (I’d told him to confess his innermost fantasies or I
wouldn’t untie him!) said that he’d really like to see someone else wank,
and to be watched himself as he played with his 7 inches of manhood.
The idea was lost as he flung himself on top of me when I undid his
bonds but the seed of an idea had been planted…

A few days later, it was saturday evening and I’d been in preparation for
a couple of days. The shopping had been done and I was ready to play.
Seduction at our place often starts with a good meal and a bottle of
plonk and, having shared an extra glass of wine after dinner I led
David up to the bedroom. It was cosy in the room and the light was
dimmed a little. I sat David on the bed and told him he was just to
do as I asked. He smiled and I gently pushed him back onto the bed,
kissing him ever more deeply.

At first we just kissed, lips and then tongues, until our hands began
to rove over each others’ body. I held his face, then one hand went
behind his neck, pulling his lips harder to mine as my other hand
trailed outside his shirt, over his chest and around his nipples.
Davids’ nipples are sensitive and it didn’t take long for me to feel
their hardness through my fingertips. My nails started to scratch his
cherries where my fingers had lightly stroked and the intensity of the
feelings had him pressing his erectness hard against me.

David lay underneath me and I straightened up a little, undoing his
shirt and gripping his firm chest and scratching his nipples directly.
His cock was almost bursting out of his trousers and his fingers fervently
fondled my breasts through my blouse and bra. Just to surprise him I
shuffled up his body and, with my short, tight skirt having risen around
my hips I sat with my thighs each side of his face. He was treated to
a dripping wet pussy, no knickers, and he instantly reacted by delving
his tongue as far into my cunt as he could.

I laughed quietly to myself and moved from him, knowing that more,
much more, was to come…

As I moved from Davids’ face he reached for me but I avoided his hands
as he let me take off his remaining clothes. David has a good build and
he wasn’t ashamed of letting me see his naked body and I smiled as I saw
how big his cock had become. I loved to tease him and I could see that
my ministrations were having a massive effect on him!

David lay waiting for me to move towards him again so that he could
undress me and take me, but I had other ideas. From under the bed
I pulled two ankle cuffs; they were each attached to two chains and,
hidden under the bed, each chain was attached to one of the four corners
of the bed. I quickly slipped the cuffs onto Davids’ ankles before he
could protest and then stood back. The cuffs allowed him almost total
freedom – but only within the confines of the bed. There was lot of
spare chain so he could roam around the whole of our double bed but,
start towards the rest of the room and the chain pulled him short.

Davids’ eyes questioned why; all I said was “I just want a little freedom
to play where I want…why don’t you watch me..?”

As I spoke I let my long, mousy hair down from its clips – the ends
settled just above the swell of my firm 36 inch bust. My tits were
firm, and full, and I loved touching them. As my hand slid outside my
blouse, as I stood, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed so
that David, propped up on pillows could see me over his throbbing cock,
I raised my face so that my boobs strained against my caressing fingers
and my hips arched my ass from against the wall. I sighed gently as I
felt my nipples, rigid through my clothing, pushing nail-hard against
my touch. My sighs turned to small mews in my throat and I unbuttoned
my blouse and my front-catching bra, finally feeling my hands on my bare
breasts, squeezing and caressing their fullness and pinching and pulling
at my long nipples.

The more I played the more carried away I became and I pleaded with David,
“Watch me Baby, watch me play with myself.”

He just replied, breathily, “Yes, Darling, do it, wank for me, masturbate,
jerk yourself off, finger-fuck your cunt…”

I was surprised at the vehemence of his words but then, glancing through
my half-closed eyes I saw that David was firmly rubbing the flat of his
hand over his cock. His hands intermittently played over his thighs and
balls and his fingers occassionaly went to tweak his nipples, leaving
his back arched as his cock pleaded to regain its rubbing hand.

Closing my eyes again I scratched hard at my nipples, hurting them and
loving the pain. My right hand dived under the waistband of my skirt
in order to rub away some of the frustration from my soaking pussy but,
finding it restricted by the waistband and only able to tantalisingly
play with my erect clit, I undid the catch on the side of the skirt with
my left hand and then cried out in pleasure as three fingers of my hand
rammed themselves deep into my gaping cunt as the skirt dropped around
my ankles.

I was leaning against a wall, tits out, crying out, fucking with my
fingers for all I was worth and dressed only in white suspenders, white
stockings and white high-heels. My right hand wanked and my left hand
squeezed and tormented my breasts. All the time I was gasping, “Watch
this David, watch me fuck myself, watch me wank as I look at your naked
body and your hard cock, watch me frig myself as you pump your rod.
Do it David, do it with me!”

I was in ecstacy, I was rampant, aching; I was loving it and now my
eyes were opened and I watched David brazenly jerking his cock up
and down in his fist. He was wide-eyed and watching my fingers in my
cunt as he played with his body. He was writhing on the bed, wanting
to be released but aching for the intense pleasure never to finish.
Suddenly he was gasping and his body bent upwards and he screamed, “I’m
coming, I’m coming!” and jets of spunk flew into the air, up his chest
and even as far as his neck. I had never seen his spunk come out like
that; loads of it – he almost gave himself a mouthful!

He must have carried on pumping for a full half-minute before he fell
back on the bed, breathing heavily. I felt like I had come a thousand
times as I had wanked for him but I just wanted to carry on playing…

David has his eyes closed and, gently pulling my sopping fingers from
my hot cunt I went over to him. I knelt beside the bed and stirred the
juices from my fingers in with his cum that lay tracked across his belly
and chest. Then I lifted my cum covered fingers to his lips.

“Suck them baby.” I said, “This is you and me and I want you to taste us.
Eat and you can have me all night – that’s a promise.” He was wonderful
- he made like a trussed-up slave being ordered, rather than asked, to
do his womans’ bidding. At first he just extended his tongue a little,
lapping at my fingers, but then he closed his lips around each one in
turn, sucking at our juices and making small cries as though he were
getting excited all over again. My fingers turned into phallic symbols
for him and he dutifully sucked the five cocks on my hand. We looked
at each other as he did it, my eyes were wide and he was turning us both
on with his explicit love-play.

When my hand was clean I moved to his feet and, sliding my hand up the
outside of his thighs, over his hips and nipples, I licked, right up
his centre, from perineum, over his balls, sucking on each as I went,
nibbling gently along the semi-erect length of his penis, kissing and
sucking on its exposed head, licking and kissing over his navel and up
to his nipples, lapping up the remainder of his cum along the way, and
eventually stopping, now lying with my head on his chest where I sucked,
licked and teased his nipples and played with them with my fingers.

Under my belly I could feel his cock getting harder as I played more and
more with his nipples. I slid down the bed again and, kneeling at his
feet, pulled him towards me as much as his fetters would allow so that
now his cock and balls were nearly at the edge of the bed, right by my
waiting lips. I knew that, after his massive orgasm before, I had time
on my side and so I just gently leaned forward from my kneeling position
and kissed his balls lightly. I could hear his surprised intake of breath
for, as he lay on the bed, there was no way he could see what I was doing.
Pausing for a few seconds I leaned forward and again kissed his balls -
but slightly higher up the sac this time – towards the base of his cock.
I paused again, then kissed again, then paused, then kissed – and just
marvelled as, each time I kissed, his manhood would jerk and stretch
a little further… When I reached the base of his cock I tilted my
head to one side and then enveloped the base with my lips. I almost
couldn’t stretch my lips around the whole of his width but managed it
and then started to lick and suck at that part of his cock. David was
moaning and moving, arching his hips in a vain attempt to allow the upper
part of his manhood the same favours that the lower part was enjoying.
I only let him writhe for a short while and then, still sucking at the
base of his cock I closed my hand around the upper part and, pulling his
foreskin up and down, to its fullest extent, I began to slowly wank him.

I was tempted to enclose my mouth around the whole of his cock but
blow-jobs were nothing unusual for us and I wanted David to experience
something new; a fantasy come true…

Slowly, sooo slowly, teasing more than exciting, my hand moved up and
down his rod. My fingers, at the top of their travels, touched the
tip of his cock and spread a little more pre-cum around the tiny hole.
Occassionaly I would leave the foreskin stretched down and, with my other
hand, grazed his glans and the underside of his rod with my nails.
His moans were incomprehensible but the agonized bucking of his hips
told me all I needed to know.

It took over half an hour for my neck to ache so that I needed to
straighten up; as for David – he was so straight that even I was amazed -
I had never seen him so big and hard! He was teased to distraction -
he hadn’t been able to play with himself as I played with him and my
ministrations were so laid back that he was agonizingly frustrated and
MASSIVELY turned on. As I pulled away a little from him his right hand
dived towards his cock and his hips rose up, eager for dick to meet
digits to relieve his agony.

Worried that he may come so fast that the moment would too soon be over,
I leant over him, my nipples grazing the sheet between his legs and
reminding me that I was completely turned on too. As his hand moved
up and down his shaft I closed my hand over his and allowed the two to
move as one. The extra pressure from my hand and the closeness of my
touch obviously pleased him and he breathed, “Yes, oh Yes!”

Allowing my hand to exert a little more pressure on his I slowed
his movements down and, before he could protest at this restriction,
I lowered my mouth over his head so that he could feel my wet warmth
over his foreskin and then directly over the head of his rod as his
hand-movements exposed it. It was all he needed and, within a couple of
strokes (and a little suction on my part!) I felt his cum spurt into my
mouth; wet, warm, salty – I loved it but did not swallow and, as soon as
he was spent, I moved up Davids’ body and, still holding his cum in my
mouth, I french-kissed with him – sharing the warm spunk with its maker.

David is not inconsiderate but, after his exertions, he was obviously
tired and his gentle touches to my drenched cunt were very half-hearted.
I laughed gently, “You take it easy Lover-Boy – I need something good
and hard inside me and you’re obviously not up to the job…so you
just watch.”

It was the second time that evening that he’d watched me put on a show
for him but, in my state of unsatisfied lust, I would have performed
in front of a bunch of monkeys. I wasn’t putting on a show for him -
this was my playtime and I was making the most of it!

Opening a draw in my dresser I reached towards the back of it and brought
out a small box, shoe-box size. Opening the lid I pulled out a large,
ribbed vibrator. I had chosen the toy carefully, along with a few others
at the local porn-palace and its mechanics were quite wondrous; it pumped,
vibrated and twisted at three different speeds and it took only seconds to
slide the thick, eight inch toy right up my slit. I needed to be fucked.
We had played for what seemed like hours – foreplay wasn’t needed now
and I just leant into that toy for all I was worth. The speed was at
its second level and I moaned as I stood, in the middle of the room,
shoving that plastic cock inside me and mauling my tits with my free hand.
I could see David, his cock no longer limp, staring at me and gently
stroking his nipples. A thought crossed my mind and I reached into the
box again to pull out a long, thin vibrator. I walked over to the bed,
the large vibrator still in my cunt, and told David to lick the new toy.
He dutifully did so and, when it was nice and wet I knelt over his
body, my thighs straddling his waist. Leaning forward and asking him
to play with my tits I also took the thin vibrator and, switching it
on, slid its lubricated length up my ass. The feeling was fantastic,
a hard, moving cock up my cunt, a thin, pulsating length up my ass and
my nipples being licked and sucked while David moulded my breasts with
his hands and I turned the speed on the big vibrator up to its maximum.
I came and came and came.

I sagged, exhausted, on top of David, still squatting but with my tits on
his chest and my face buried in his shoulder. If anyone had asked me then
I wouldn’t have been able to raise any interest in sex (or anyone elses
for that matter!). David, it seemed, had other ideas; I hadn’t really
noticed the hard length of manhood that was rising strongly to meet my
body but I quickly noticed as, deftly pulling the thin vibrator from
my ass he replaced it with the tip of his cock. His rod just touched
my slightly widened ass-hole and I, not quite realising his intentions,
just playfully smiled and shook my head, “No, I don’t think so love…”

Unfortunately for me David was spurred on by my denial of my body to
him and he gripped my thighs from his position underneath me.

“Remember your promise,” He said as he gently pushed me back onto his
cock, my legs, spread astride his body, helped his access as did the
juices generated by our previous escapades. My eyes widened and I
tried to relax as I felt his knob slowly push up my anus. David, as
I’ve said, has a big tool and when it was up my cunt it was one thing,
but up my ass was something else entirely. The first sensation, just
a stretching of my ass-hole and his cock pushing rythmically against
it, each time trying to gain a little more access, were pleasant and
erotic but then, as he managed to get that thick rod further in to me
the pleasure became pain; not a ripping pain but a pain of being filled,
stretched and pleasured in a way I had never known.

My eyes were wide, my mouth screaming contradictions, “Oh yes, no more,
push it in, further, oh please take it out!” I was ecstatic, in a world
high above my real plane. Literally screwed out of my brains.

He was in me, filling my ass and the thick vibrator was still in my
cunt, still pulsating. I was being screwed from every way and Davids’
hands were pulling hard at my nipples. Only more pain could enhance
the delicious agony in my ass and he was giving it to me pulling and
twisting at my swollen buds. Suddenly, his hands flattened against my
tits and he pushed me away from him so that I was sitting up, almost
leaning backwards. I couldn’t believe the sensation for it drove his
prick even further into my expectant ass, filling me totally, seemingly
meeting the vibrator in my cunt at mid-point. The feelings drove me to
even greater heights and I rubbed furiously at my clit, screwing his cock
with my ass, driving my hole onto his cock until I came, massively and,
at the same time, I felt his warm cum spray the walls of my rectum.

Banging Becky Sweet Like Candy

The
old fool came running every year to spoil his young wife with the most
expensive items that could be found in the Chadwick Jewelry store, where
James had been the junior executive for 5 years now. The lady was at least
30 years younger than the lord, and James had felt his mouth watering the
few times he had seen her. She was enjoying the life of the rich and famous
at the cost of her youth. He regarded the old nobleman as he, quietly
humming, strutted around the exquisitely decorated shop, examining the
stones. The bell rang again. James’ interest in the lord dropped immediately
the second he looked at the new customer. A young woman, not a day past 24,
entered the sunlit shop. She was wearing an expensive, low-cut dress and
carried a white purse. She stepped up to the counter, where James sent her
a genuine smile as he tried to examine her figure in a not too obvious way.
“Good morning, miss”, he greeted her warmly. She was exceedingly beatuiful,
her blonde hair hanging loose to her shoulders, her green eyes smiling and
her large breasts struggling to escape the tight dress.

-Liz- xoxo

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here is another story what happened with one of my friend

The Forest Surround

(MF, 1st time, Medieval)

Christina, daughter of Landaus the woodsman, stood

staring with pride at her betters as they passed by

in splendid procession. She could see Lord Malinov

riding beside his lady’s litter and was hoping to see

the wondrous Lady Diana.

The people loved her not just for her beauty but for

her beneficent influence upon the Court. Ever since

she arrived at the castle their lord had been kind

and generous to his people.

Cheers went up as Lord Malinov threw the obligatory

coins to the crowd, his magnificent presence dazzling

all the girls – and many of the men too, if the truth

were told.

Christina’s heart swelled as his cortege of young

warriors faithfully trooped across the meadow road

bridge in the wake of their lord and lady. Their liege

lord was returning in triumph from the Holy Land, and

stories of his valor had flown like dragon’s fire

through the villages.

Christina had been moved to tears by the story of Sir

Andrew, the young knight who had saved his lord by

taking an arrow in the chest that had been aimed at

Lord Malinov. She could see the young man resting

comfortably on a cart, in a place of honor just behind

Lady Diana’s litter.

Christina’s tears began to flow again when she thought

of the bravery of this perfect young knight, and of his

terrible wound.

At last the procession passed into the Castle Malinov.

All the fine people would be making merry tonight. It

was Solstice, and a banquet would be held as usual.

Christina, along with many other peasant women living

in the forest surround, had been charged to help with

the festivities. Living so close to the castle meant

they were often required to serve their master at table

when a big feast was in the making. Christina had often

served in the kitchen as a child.

However, grown-up now, she had been instructed for the

first time to serve in the great hall. Lady Malinov

always required her serving wenches to ‘be of comely

nature and person.’ As a perfect hostess, it was only

natural that the Lady Diana would want to please her

guests’ visual, as well as culinary, tastes.

Christina thrilled at the thought of serving the nobles

that very evening; she could hardly wait. She happily

skipped homewards, day-dreaming of feasts, of gentle-

folk and handsome knights…

*

Several hours later, in the warm castle kitchens…

*

Christina’s Aunty Bessy shouted from her place in front

of the hearth: “Christina girl! Keep your mind on the

task at hand, will ye!”

Christina blushed when she realized that she’d been

standing and gazing at her reflection in the silver

tray she’d been instructed to polish. “Sorry, aunty.

I must have been daydreaming. It’s just that I’m so

excited to be serving gentlefolk; I’ve always longed

to do it. Oh, aunty! Isn’t it just wonderful to be so

close to so much glitter and fine trappings.”

Her aunty just grunted and turned back to the roasting

boar turning on the spit over the fire, while Christina

looked once more at her reflection in the gleaming

tray.

The boys in the village often commented on her good

looks. Christina just knew she could turn all heads,

even those of her betters, if she was properly washed

and groomed. She was proud of her looks, and had always

been careful with her body, not doing any of the

foolish things some of the local girls got up to. She

was sure she was meant to be something special, more

than just a farmer’s wife.

Hearing her aunty start to grumble again, Christina

quickly went back to work, preparing for that night’s

feast.

*

…Night is falling. The great hall is alive

with music and revelry…

*

Pageantry and gaiety had always been like a drug to

Christina. Tonight she’d been assigned to a position

at the head of the hall, which meant that she’d be

serving her lord and lady, and also the guests of

honor. She was so nervous at first that she thought

she was going to faint, and almost did when the

gracious Lady Diana turned towards her and smiled as

Christina was filling her glass.

Christina made sure to place herself close to handsome

young Sir Andrew, the bravest knight in the realm. Sir

Andrew was a mystery to the common folk in the forest

surround. He came from across the narrow sea, and spoke

with a strange accent. His parents were almost mythical

figures. Eli The Bearded was known by one and all as

a great war leader in his land, while the Lady Cyrrh,

his wife, was both feared and respected on both sides

of the water for her magical powers.

Christina made a special effort to please the young

knight with the illustrious pedigree, waiting on his

every whim, always at hand when he looked as if he

might want something.

The feasting and entertainment continued late into the

evening, by which time many of the guests were well

into their cups, and boisterous in their merry-making.

As she weaved between the guests conversing at the

table, Christina noticed Sir Andrew favoring her with

a smile, not to mention a wink of his eye! She was

ecstatically happy to have been noticed by such a

handsome and illustrious knight.

*

Later that evening, the embers were burning low…

*

As the night wore on, the serving girls had less and

less to do. Making one of her rounds, Christina was

both surprised and pleased when Sir Andrew reached out

and pulled her down on to the bench next to him.

“You’re a pretty wench!! What’s your name?”

She blushed with embarrassment and excitement,

answering in a small voice: “Christina, great sir.”

He laughed at her timid response and said, cheerfully:

“You sound shy, but you weren’t too shy to flirt with

me just now.”

Christina was taken aback. Had she been that obvious?

Oh well, at least he’d noticed her! She answered

softly: “I hope I did not offend the great lord. It

was not what I intended.” She gave him her most

appealing ‘innocent little girl’ look. She’d used that

look to great effect on the peasant boys in her

village, and wondered how a nobleman would react to

such a rustic device.

Sir Andrew saw before him a very pretty peasant girl,

with a very fetching look on her lovely face. Having

her so close to him was making him sexually aroused.

He was surprised to feel anything at all. His wound,

and the sea travel, combined with little opportunity

or inclination, had meant that he hadn’t shared a

woman’s bed for more than six months.

As, however, he looked into this girl’s lovely eyes,

a need grew within him. He smiled at her and, gently

pulling her towards him, kissed her soft lips.

Though she tried not to show it, Christina was beside

herself with excitement. A noble knight had actually

kissed her. She could die now, and life would have been

fair to her. Joy and love surfaced in her as she kissed

him back, pushing her supple young body against his in

sudden urgent need. One of her hands came to rest

comfortably on the young man’s crotch, hidden under

the table.

Christina didn’t really know what she was doing, but

Caroline, her older cousin, had told her that men liked

having that part touched by women.

Sir Andrew almost choked when he felt her hand between

his legs, and his eyes widened as she massaged his

growing erection through the material of his breeches.

Does she have any idea what she’s doing?, he wondered.

They sat together for hours, while the feasting

gradually died down and guests began making their way

into the darker recesses of the great hall, to sleep.

Sir Andrew, as befitting a knight, had his own area by

the north wall. His sleeping quarters were smallish,

but reasonably private, and his thoughts turned towards

using this privacy to bed this pretty wench. When the

great Lord Malinov and the beautiful Lady Diana rose

to toast Solstice, all who still could held their

goblets high and chanted their lords’ name the

prescribed amount of times.

With a flourish of his robes Lord Malinov turned and,

his lady at his side, dismounted from the dais. They

made their way past their guests, nodding to the

occasional friend; pausing here and there.

The royal couple halted at Sir Andrew’s side, and Lord

Malinov wished him the very best of fortune. To

Christina’s amazement, Lady Diana leaned forward and

kissed Sir Andrew on the cheek, whispering: “Thank you,

kind sir. Your service to the kingdom, and to me, has

created a debt I can never repay. I can never thank

you enough for taking my husband’s life into your

hands, and will always be grateful to you.”

She stood up, her back erect, her perfect body held

with dignity, and her eyes shining with tears of

gratitude.

Christina watched in a kind of ecstasy the noble

couple’s graceful exit from the great hall. Her recent

thoughts about having a good time, and relieving the

lust that had been building within her, had disappeared.

Admiration for her liege lord and his lady fair over-

whelmed her, bringing tears to her eyes.

Sir Andrew watched his little serving wench gaze at

the retreating figures of her lord and mistress, and

thought he was seeing the flush of innocent youth at

the moment of perfection. Though not more than 23

himself, he saw the innocent happiness radiating from

the young girl’s face as a light in darkness.

His need was growing again, and he thought to himself:

‘I will have her flower tonight. I’ll take her

virginity, and be whole again.’ The thought stirred his

loins, and he leant over and cupped one hand over one

of Christina’s soft, round breasts.

Christina started at the intimate contact, but then

accepted it gladly. Turning her clear blue eyes on the

young knight’s dark, smoldering ones, she kissed him

deeply, which in turn made him more urgent in his own

caresses.

Suddenly, without a word, he stood up and pulled

Christina to her feet. Taking her by the hand, he led

her into the dark recesses of the great hall, toward

his pallet. The young couple giggled together as they

stumbled over lesser knights and guests, forced to make

do with reed mats on the hall floor.

Christina was shocked to see couples copulating in

plain sight, some being watched as a kind of show by

their neighbors. She giggled nervously when she passed

them, her knight responding by passionately kissing her

neck and ear.

*

The great hall. A knight’s billet…

*

Sir Andrew lit a small taper before getting the young

servant girl to stand before him and beginning to

undress her. She wore simple clothing, without either

buttons or snaps, just peasant-style little ties that

were easy to undo.

While he removed her garments one by one, Christina

stood very still, her arms slightly out from her sides,

wondering what Sir Andrew was planning for her. She had

no experience in this sort of affair.

Her heart pounded as her body was lovingly uncovered

by her paramour. Deciding at last she ought to do

something herself, she started unbuttoning Sir Andrew’s

tunic while he was still engaged in removing her

garments. Soon the young couple were both standing

naked.

Sir Andrew was aware that he was hard again, and

marveled at it. There’d been a time when he thought

he’d never feel lust again, but now, standing before

this common, but beautiful little vixen, he was fully

erect, and horny as a goat. Her body promised him all

the physical delights that a woman could offer.

He reached out to fondle her delightful breasts, and

was pleased to see her dusky-pink nipples harden at

his touch.

Christina hadn’t realized how beautiful a man’s body

could be. She’d assumed that, under their clothing,

all men were like her Uncle George – hairy and rough.

She’d seen her uncle working in the fields without his

shirt, and saw little resemblance between that memory

and the almost hairless, well-muscled body of Sir

Andrew.

She noticed his terrible scar at the place where the

arrow had entered his body. She reached out to touch

the spot, at the same moment looking downward and

seeing the evidence of his maleness pointing at her.

Christina was fascinated by the sight of Sir Andrew’s

straining penis. She’d never thought before about a

man’s sexual organ. Of course, growing up as she had

in the fields of the forest surround, she’d seen

animals doing it, and naturally had seen her little

brother nude on many occasions. But they hadn’t looked

anything like the meaty pole that was standing erect

before her.

Unsure of what was expected of her, she shyly reached

out her hand and touched the aroused organ. It felt

hot, almost burning, to her cool hand. Intrigued, she

gripped the young knight’s erect penis and gently

squeezed.

Sir Andrew groaned, immensely enjoying the sensation.

He was, indeed, a little surprised that this young

beauty was acting in such a forward manner. He was used

to girls accepting his advances as if he were entitled

to make them, but this one was lively indeed.

Christina began pulling the smooth skin of her lover’s

penis up and down the shaft, revelling in the pleasure

she saw on Sir Andrew’s face. She was enjoying herself

too; the feel of his hot sex in her hand stirred

strange feelings inside her. She wanted this beautiful

man more than anything, and was more than willing do

anything he asked of her.

Her cool touch on his hot erection was all that was

needed to make Sir Andrew convinced he’d be able to

perform the sexual act. Indeed, he felt so aroused

that he started to worry that he might come too soon.

He began exploring the young girl’s body with his

hands, running them over her smooth skin; her

shoulders, soft breasts, thighs and flat stomach. She’s

truly a lovely wench, he thought, considering himself

fortunate that he could look forward to having her that

night.

As her hand smoothed his precum fluid over his shaft,

he felt himself begin to lose control and reached out

to stop her. Holding her lovely shoulders with his

battle-scarred hands, he gently pushed Christina down

onto his pallet, still marveling at the perfection he

saw by the dim light of the taper.

Nuzzling his swollen sex organ in between her legs, Sir

Andrew parted her sweet nether lips with his thumb and

forefinger, and pushed his bulging cockhead into her,

stretching the opening into her vagina.

Christina’s eyes opened wide when she felt him fumbling

at her crotch. She knew, in a general way, what he was

doing; she just didn’t know quite what would come next.

When his manhood opened her up she gasped in surprise,

amazed that something that big could possibly fit

inside her. She closed her eyes and tried to concen-

trate on what was being done to her.

It felt strange, and a little painful, but Christina

didn’t care about the pain. She was being taken by a

nobleman, and on Solstice. If she became pregnant, she

would be important and have high status in the village.

And to happen on Solstice would make it doubly lucky.

The thought of having Sir Andrew’s baby made her eager

and excited.

Meanwhile, the knight was having a little trouble

forcing himself into the young serving wench, because

her tunnel was exceptionally tight. He approved that

in principle, but it meant he would have to hurt her.

Might as well get it over with, he thought.

He thrust his hips downward, forcing his now-slick

shaft deep into Christina.

“Ooowwee! Gggod!” she moaned when the pain knifed

through her body.

Sir Andrew moved his lips to her ear and said quietly:

“Don’t worry. I’ve just taken your flower. You’ll feel

fine in just a minute, I promise. Trust me, will you?”

Christina lay quietly under her handsome knight, tears

welling up in her eyes, her legs spread for his plea-

sure. She nodded, waiting for him to do his will,

whatever that might be.

He placed his hands on either side of Christina’s

chest, and levered his upper body up and away from

hers so he could look into her eyes. “You trust me,

don’t you? I won’t hurt you unnecessarily. You do know

that, don’t you?”

He smiled encouragingly, and Christina almost forgot

the pain. Then he moved inside her again and the pain

momentarily returned, but not for long.

The knight was so overwhelmed by his desire after so

long abstinence that it took just a few strokes in and

out of Christina’s warm, velvety tunnel for him to

achieve orgasm. Thrusting himself against Christine’s

pelvic bone, he felt the once-familiar release he’d

missed for so long, his seed spurting copiously from

his body into hers. The resulting intense orgasmic

relief was a feeling he’d almost forgotten.

Christina now began enjoying herself. She joyed in

being rodded by this beautiful young man, and was

beginning to match his moves when he suddenly tensed,

simultaneously pushing his organ hard into her. His

body’s vigorous thrust, pressing against her pubic

mound, sent a thrill right through her, and at the

same time she felt Sir Andrew’s hot sperm jet into

her womb. It tickled, as spurt after spurt forced its

way deep inside.

She uttered an involuntary sigh of satisfaction, while

her lover grunted as he emptied his seed into her.

*

The great hall. Sounds of pleasure

fill the night…

*

After that first time there was no stopping Christina,

and she and her knight copulated time and again, all

the night through. There were some gruff rebukes from

neighbors, offended by the noise of their lovemaking,

but the young lovers took no notice.

Christina was in love. She’d never expected to find

anyone that could make her feel so happy. As far as she

was concerned, Sir Andrew was perfect in mind and body,

almost godlike, and, indeed, before the night was over

she was worshipping him like a god.

In the morning she awoke to find that her lover had

already left the hall. Most of the knights were

expected to perform in jousting and other manly arts

as the festival continued, and Sir Andrew had gone to

the jousting field.

She remained for a while in his bed, feeling warm and

sated. Stretching like a well-fed kitten, Christina

thought dreamily about the night that had just passed,

and wondered if Sir Andrew would want to try something

different tonight. She was prepared for anything, and

smiled at the thought.

*

Outside, in the forest surround, on the

jousting ground…

*

Sir Robert addressed his young friend with a tinge of

admiration in his voice. “So, young fellow, who was

that ravishing wench you bedded last night?”

Sir Andrew, who was watching some young bucks dueling

in the competition yard, answered in a distracted tone:

“Dunno. Can’t remember her name, but she was a great

fuck. Why don’t you try her out tonight?”

Sir Robert looked a little surprised. “You’re sure

about that, are you? Of course, if you really don’t

want her any more I’ll be happy to bed her.”

Sir Andrew said carelessly: “With my wound I couldn’t

take two nights like that in a row. Besides, I’ve got

my eye on another wench who served me breakfast a

little while ago. So feel free.”

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Becky Gets Out Of Her Skirt And Fingers Her Pussy

From my fourth floor apartment I can see across the road and into the windows of the flats opposite. The road is quite wide so often when I sit in the window with a glass of wine in the evening all I can see are shapes. Most apartments like mine don’t have curtains or blinds on our huge windows, and if they do, often they are not closed. In the past 6 months I have come to ‘know’ many of my cross street neighbors. Some better than others! Many, unfortunately not the ones you would like to watch normally, enjoy being naked at home alone, some like to be naked with each other, lights on, blinds open. Although it has to be said far too much happens with the lights off, or out of view.
One evening, as it is going dark I see a guy across the street come home. He is about 35, married, or at least living with his girlfriend; I see her a lot more than him. He seems to get home late most nights and is gone in the morning before I am up for work, (You see this is the kind of in sight I have on my neighbors).
So as a neighbor I don’t see often I am more intrigued and slip onto my window seat with a fresh glass of wine to watch. As I sit I see him place the package he was carrying in the bedroom, checking his voicemail in the living room, then loosening his tie as he moves back to the bedroom. He strips off the rest of his clothes, careful to place them in the laundry basket at the end of the bed. A tidy guy? Wow, I thought, she does have him well trained! I took another sip of wine through smiling lips. He was now totally naked and I could take in the spectacle that was his form. He was slim, but not skinny; I couldn’t really see his height although he didn’t look hugely tall. His physique was well toned for a man of his age and I assume from that he probably works out. Up one arm he had a tribal tattoo. I reached from his wrist all the way up his arm and across his shoulder; this I think was the most surprising thing about him. With his smart suit and tidy haircut the tattoo just didn’t seem to fit. Then he went out of view, into the en suite.
I waited a moment but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to come back out. After scanning the other windows with no luck I moved out of my seat and began fixing dinner. From the kitchen in my apartment I could still see through the large windows, and be seen, I reminded myself cheekily. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw ‘Tidy Guy’ comes back into his bedroom. His skin glistened under the lights as he toweled himself off. My interest reignited I left the sauce I was cooking on a low heat on the hob and went back to my seat. By the time I had got myself a fresh glass of wine and got comfortable he was dry and sat on the edge of his bed. I wondered what he would do next as he sat seemingly staring into space. Slowly he stood up and went over to the huge built in wardrobes along the back wall of the room. Many times I had watched his wife getting ready in the mornings, selecting things from the many shelves and hanging rails. I wondered if he was getting ready to go out or just having a look…perhaps he was going to do some laundry, I laughed to myself.
As I watched I was surprised to see him reach up and pull out a handful of clothes from the rail and throw them on the bed. Surprised not at what he had done, but by what he had selected; from here they looked like his wife’s clothes. Intrigued I pulled one leg under myself and watched further as he began routing through her underwear. With a handful of black lace he walked back to the bed. He was now facing me and I could get a good look at his cock. It was by no means hard, but he was obviously excited by what he was doing. He seemed to be sorting through the things on the bed, and after selecting something he sat with his back to me. For a few minutes I watched as he sat, facing the cupboards, bent at the waist. Then he stood up. As he stood he pulled up the small black lace panties that were around his thighs and positioned them around his neat butt. He was actually trying on his wife’s underwear! I had never been much into men wearing women’s pants, but his arse looked so good in them I had to keep watching. Next he attached a suspender belt to his waste and adjusted it accordingly, then bending over he reached for the stockings that were bunched around his ankles out of view. As he bent the lace was stretched further across his cheeks, watching I could feel myself getting excited.
For the next few minutes I watched him struggle, as I had done on many occasions, to fasten the stockings to the belt, but once done he looked magnificent. He ran a hand up his nylon clad legs ones after the other. I now wondered if he had shaved them smooth, I couldn’t see from this distance, but liked to imagine he had. Next the fight with the basque he had selected. Again something I had done myself many times on the way out to meet a new guy on a hot date! The newly attached and corrected underwear gave him an almost feminine silhouette, and had it not been for his extremely masculine arms and that very sexy tattoo you could have mistaken him for a beautiful woman; from behind that is! I watched as he paraded himself in front of what must have been a mirror on the wall at the end of the bed. He slowly ran his hands up and down his new curves, turning to look over his shoulder to check out his view from behind and bending provocatively for his reflection. The more I watched the more excited I felt myself getting. He moved back to the bed and looked through the clothes that were there. He chose a red dress from the pile of discarded items. And gently and carefully pulled the fabric over his head.
The dress feel to just above his knee and clung to the forced curves of his new body, he pulled it and adjusted until he was happy with how he looked before moving around to the side of the bed again and sitting. Bending forward all I could see of him was his back curving into his round, red satin covered bottom, from here looking 100% all woman! Slowly he rose to a sitting and then standing position and moved slowly and almost shakily to the end of the bed again. It was as his stretched, beautiful legs came into view again I saw the gorgeous shoes that adorned his feet. They were red. Like nothing I would expect his wife to wear. I assume they were his own, specially bought for the occasion as I don’t think his wife’s shoes would fit him. How erotic, the thought that he has specifically gone out and bought them. Then I remember the package he was carrying when he got home. Yes, that must have been the shoes, ordered and waited for. I try to imagine the excitement as he realized they had arrived, knowing what he was going to do with them; I wondered how long he had been planning this, if it was a surprise for his wife? Maybe she had bought them for him with instructions as to what to do? Maybe he had come home early in order to dress for her pleasure as well as his own.
As he got used to the shoes his pacing picked up speed, his tight arse moving from side to side in the tight dress. He wiggled his sexy ass up and down in front of the mirror, his hands rubbing up and down the smooth fabric, I watched as he lifted the front of the dress to expose more of his legs to himself, and unbeknown to him, to me. By now I was so aroused I had put down my drink and was sitting legs apart rubbing the silk of my black panties. As if he could feel the sexual tension passing above the cars below he sat on the end of the bed facing the mirror, with his side to me and spread his legs wide. His calves were stretched taught, accentuated by the black sheen of the stockings. He ran his hands up his thighs to the top of the stockings pulling the hem of the dress with them. Slowly and without taking his eyes off his own reflection he raises the hem up and over his head removing the dress completely.
I move my hands inside and begin rubbing gently on my swollen pussy as I watch him lean back and slide his body up the bed. I wish I could see more of his body, now fully aroused, his cock standing up straining against his wife’s underwear. His hands run up and down the sating and lace of the fabrics, and then across his stocking covered thighs, to the exposed skin between there and his crotch. I watched as he teased himself further, touching every inch of his now female persona, how much did I want to be those hands.
Suddenly he stopped, I wondered if he had become aware of my presence and I quickly closed my legs and removed my hand. At almost the same instant I saw him leap from the bed. My heart racing I watched as he sprinted, rather clumsily in the shoes but sprinted none the less, to the door of the room and slammed it shut. He paused for a moment, a rabbit caught in headlights giving me just enough time to be distracted by another movement. A figure came through the front door, bags in hand. Oh god it was his wife, and he obviously wasn’t expecting her! By the time I looked back to the room he was in the dresses, discarded on the bed were back in the wardrobe and the basque was off, no where to be seen. He sat in the edge of the bed straggling to remove the shoes that had brought him so much excitement. The underwear so rapidly removed the stockings laddered more than once, looking at them in his manly hand, torn and useless now it looked as if he had torn them from a woman, not himself.
Within minutes of him hearing her key in the door and the magic of the moment being broken things were back to how they had been an hour before when he had first walked through the door, new shoes in hand. There he stood facing the mirror, naked apart form a pair of jeans hurriedly thrown on, perhaps to cover his freshly shaved legs? I jumped with him as she opened the door to the bedroom and found her startled husband in a state of undress. They kissed for a moment and then she disappeared into the en suite. He slumped onto the bed, disappointed. He was expecting more time to himself, and she had spoilt it; for both of us.