The First Lady

Posted on 2008-Apr-24 at 05:40 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link

“I’ll kill that fucking bastard,” screamed Jennifer Boyle, the wife of the President of the United States, “every fucking time I go out of town on his fucking business, I have to hear stories about his incessant fucking around!!!” This wasn’t the first time that Jim Knox had heard this little tirade, and as the lead Secret Service body guard for the First Lady, he had seen and heard more than his fair share of intra family squabbling. When ever she went off like this, it was better just to try and blend into the back ground and hope her tantrum would blow over quickly. Tonight, however, he had a feeling that the President had crossed over some imaginary line of
demarcation, and maybe, just maybe Mrs. Boyle was going to cause Kennsington Holton Boyle more than a little trouble! She poured herself a scotch and water, and uncharacteristically offered him one. “Come on Jimmy, have a drink with me, I’m staying in the rest of the night and you go off duty in a couple of hours, so what’s the harm,” she asked in almost a pleading voice??? “No thanks ma’am,” I really have to stay sharp, if it ever got out that agents were drinking on the job,
well, I’m afraid it would be all over,” replied Jim gently. “Sweet Jesus Christ,” she muttered, “I
can’t even get the help to have a drink with me,” while draining her glass and immediately pouring another! Normally Jim would have kept his mouth shut and let Mrs. Boyle work it out for herself,
but tonight was different, she was really hurting inside. Her husband’s philandering was taking a vicious toll on his wife, and Jim couldn’t understand how a man married to such a beautiful and
devoted wife could even think about cheating on her! Through three campaigns for governor,
as well as hundreds of other fund raisers, and political meetings, Jennifer Boyle had let her whole career as a lawyer stand on hold as she pushed her husband towards the prize of the presidency, and after meeting them both, most people wondered if the wrong Boyle got elected! “Mrs. Boyle,” Jim said softly, “I just want you to know that it has been a privilege protecting you, and
that in my eyes you are a true patriot!” Jennifer Boyle cocked her head to one side, took a long drink, and then slid to the floor with glass in hand and began to sob!

Jim Knox raced across the room and tried to help the First Lady to her feet, he was worried that
some of the help might come in and see her in this agitated state. He could see it in the tabloids now, “First Lady Falling Down Drunk And Crying Over Kenny’s Trysts!!!” Well if he had anything to say about it, that headline would never see the light of day! “Come on, Mrs. Boyle,
you can’t lay there like this, get to your feet and we’ll talk about it,” Jim pleaded! “Okay Jimmy,
she slurred, “talk to me then, tell what a great man my husband is and why I’m sooooooo lucky to be married to him!!!” Jim finally got her into an easy chair over by the desk, and away from the liquor cabinet. It was then he broke a cardinal rule of the Service, Never Ever Bad Mouth Any Member Of The First Family!!! He was seething inside that his president would treat such a fine lady in such a shabby disgraceful fashion, and he just blurted out, “No ma’am, I’m not going to say that, he’s not worthy of your company let alone your bed, and if I had my druthers, he would
be horse whipped for the way he has treated you!!!” With her eyes shining from tears and her lower lip trembling, she looked up at him and said, “Why thank you Jimmy, that’s about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, you don’t know how much I appreciate it!” What happened next was hard for Jimmy to figure out, even later on when he had more time, but it was as if a magnet pulled their mouths together in a long deep kiss that seemed to last forever. Jim’s head was spinning, he knew that what he was doing was more than wrong, it was morally repugnant, but he kept kissing her, and falling deeper and deeper into her spell. He felt fingers undoing his belt buckle and soft hands slipping inside his shorts to where his manhood was trying
in vain to escape its cotton prison! He pulled away long enough to say, “No, it’s wrong, we can’t do this,” but she kissed him again and pulled his hard erection into the warm White House air.
While still sitting in her chair, she straightened Jim up and leaned forward to take his hard penis into her mouth. When he looked down, he couldn’t help but feel totally stunned, here was a woman know the whole world over, and universally loved by one and all, and yet here she was
devouring his dick like there was no tomorrow!!! She let it slip out of her mouth momentarily and whispered, “You have a wonderful cock, Jimmy, I wish that I had done this a long time ago!”
Seeing this lovely woman he so adored, making love to his cock in such a tender and loving way was more than he could take, and as soon as she took him back into her mouth, he let loose with a gusher of hot cum down her hot throat. He half expected her to spit his cock and cum out of her mouth with revulsion, but instead, she sucked even harder, trying to coax every last bit of cum from his pulsating weapon! “Jesus that tasted good,” she sighed, “I haven’t done that in such a long time, I really missed it!”

Just like every man, after he cums, the edge is taken off, and Jim was no different. He immediately tried to pull up his pants and get out of the compromising situation, but Jennifer Boyle would have none of it! “Not so fast, honey,” she intoned, “you still have to take care of mama!!!” “Ma’am, I don’t think that we should…….”, but he was cut off when she said cryptically, “Now Jimmy, don’t be like may asshole husband and leave me hanging in the lurch, you gotta do me, and do me now!!!” Just being compared to President Boyle was enough to make him want to throw up, so throwing caution to the winds, he helped Mrs. Boyle to her feet and began undressing her. When she was finally before him in just her white lace bra and panties,
she was just like every other woman stripping before a new man, would she measure up, and would he be pleased!?! Well, Jennifer Boyle had no reason to feel inadequate, because Jim couldn’t take his eyes off the magnificent creature in front of him! No, she wasn’t some twenty one year old intern, but she was all woman, with lush full breasts, a tummy with just the hint of a paunch, wide hips that tapered down to attractive if not slim legs, and while he couldn’t see it from the front, he was pretty sure that her ass would be womanly, with just a touch of cushiness!
He looked into her sad eyes, sorry that it had to come to this for her, and said, “You are without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart!” “She dropped her head, a little embarrassed, and said softly, “Thank you, you don’t know how much that means to me!” Hearing her say that, saying that she was at least happy that another man found her a little bit attractive, well, that really set Jim off! He quickly stripped off his clothes and took her into his arms and again kissed her long and hard, pausing now and then to look deep into her eyes, the bright blue sparklers that had enchanted so many and high lighted so many magazine covers! He let his hand find the catches to her bra, and he leaned back and let the restrictive garment fall to the floor between them. Her breast were large and supple with just a hint of sag, he kissed her again and crushed the massive mammaries hard between them, rotating back and forth to let them work against his chest, making her nipples harden and stand out proudly! He sat he back down in the chair and tugged her bikini panties over her hips and off past her feet. He pussy was thick with dish water blonde pubic hair and shaped like a perfect vee. From the looks of it, she didn’t trim or shave it, letting it grow wild and free like a shaggy old dog! He looked longingly at her now damp slit, and said, “Now, it’s my turn to make you feel good,” and he took his position between her thighs, and let his mouth come to rest right on her dripping crack! “Oh, Jimmy,” she moaned, “you have such a talented tongue, do mama’s clit, please do it for me now!!!” He wanted her to be satisfied, but he also wanted it to last more than a minute or two, and he could tell she was right on the edge, so he decided to have a little fun and lick every where but her clitoris!!! He slowly worked up and down her crack, taking time to make love to every inch of it, but always stopping just short of her erect little love button. She started grinding her hips against his mouth, trying desperately to have his tongue make contact with her now burning clit! “Don’t do this to me she moaned, you’re driving me crazy, do it now, please, I can’t stand it much longer,” she begged loudly!!! Worried that someone might hear her loud voice, Jim finally let his tongue roam over the little thimble of love, and caress its hard little head. When he first made contact, he could hear her suck in a lung full of air, and quickly expel it, groaning more loudly with each passing lick! Then, almost like a shooting star, out of nowhere, and orgasm of monumental proportions slammed into her hungry snatch, lifting her hips at least six inches off the chair seat, and hard into Jim’s hard sucking mouth! Jim ate her like there was no tomorrow, trying to give his First Lady and oral satisfying she would remember until the day she died!

“Oh my, that was wonderful,” she gushed, while absentmindedly stroking her slit, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum harder!!!” “I’m glad you liked it,” Jim replied, “but we better get dressed before we get in real hot water!” “You’re right,” she replied brightly, “let’s get dressed, I want to show
you something in the West Wing.” They both scrambled into their clothes, and then were off down the long corridor to the Executive Offices, and the location of the Oval Office. Since the President was in Miami for a fund raiser, there were no guards or agents patrolling that particular area at that time, they were mostly confined to the living quarters in the main building. Jennifer
Boyle used a master key, and before Jim knew what was happening, he and the First Lady were
standing on the Presidential Seal in the Oval Office. “Ma’am,” he offered, “I don’t think the President would appreciate us rummaging around his office, in fact, I know he wouldn’t like it!!!”
Giving a loud snort, Mrs. Boyle retorted, “Who gives a fuck what he thinks, at this very moment he’s probably being kept warm by some little South Beach tramp, besides, I haven’t shown you reason for my bringing you here!!!” The to Jim’s utter consternation, the First Lady removed all of her clothing and lay down on top of the great seal with her legs spread wide apart and said,
“Well, aren’t you gonna give the First Fuck what she really needs, or are you gonna make her beg for it!?!” “You’re out of your mind,” Jim replied excitedly, “what if someone should come in!?!”
“Oh shut up, Jimmy and get your pants down,” she ordered, “I won’t be the first member of the Boyle family to get fucked in here!!!” Jim then made a split second decision, it would be faster to fuck her quick and get it over with, than to stand there and argue with a naked woman lying in the middle of the Oval Office!!! Not bothering to remove his clothing, he dropped his pants and shorts, and crawled between the inviting legs of Jennifer Boyle. “Okay, Jimmy,” she purred, “let’s
see if you fuck as good as you suck!” Her cunt was already a cauldron of burning cunt juice, so not wasting anytime with the niceties of love making, Jimmy lined up his seven inch fuck stick against the opening of her wet pussy, and in one dramatic thrust buried his pecker all the was to the hilt!!! With no one around to hear her, Jennifer Boyle screamed with pleasure as her vagina was being assaulted by the battering ram attached to Jim’s crotch! “Oh, god,” she moaned, “you do that so fucking well, you’re giving your First Lady a presidential fucking!!!” Jim too, was now to far gone to think about anything but getting his gun off, and he even increased the tempo of his
stroking as his orgasm rushed towards the head of his hard pecker! “I-I-I’m cumming,” she
stammered, while trying desperately to hold the hard dick deep inside her hot love canal! It was all over for Jim too, as spurts of red hot cum jettisoned out the end of his pulsating dick, and deep into the pussy of the President of the United States’ wife!!!

He finally rolled off of her, gasping for air, and waiting for his pulse to return to a semblance of
normalcy. “Jimmy,” she whispered, “you are without a doubt the best agent that’s ever covered
a First Lady!!!” “Just how do you mean that, Ma’am,” he asked slyly!?! “Anyway you want it to,
Jimmy, anyway you want it to!!!”

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Kitty Karsen - Flashing Fun

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September Scott - Sexy Killer Pussy

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Traci The Maid

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Traci had gotten a job as a maid in a rich man's house. She
looked just like any
blond 26-year old woman - long legs, slender waist and high size
C breasts. She
had a heart-shaped face and giggled at all the right times.
Only Traci had a secret
that nobody at her knew job knew about - she had a 6" cock!

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Traci sort of liked cleaning, and they gave her a uniform to wear
at work, like a
french maid's uniform only less revealing. Traci liked to
tease the men in the
house and was always finding ways to show more leg or a little more
cleavage.
She had also taken to wearing a garterbelt and stockings to work
so she could
show off her thighs over the top of the stockings.

The master of the house was out of town a lot, but she still had
the two gardners,
a major domo and a couple other men to entice as she happily straightened
and
dusted and cleaned. All in all, it was a good job - reasonable
work, good pay, and
friendly staff.

One day, after Traci had been working there for about two months,
the master
of the house came into the library as she was dusting books.
He sat down at his
desk and began opening files and looking at papers. Traci
peeked at him as she
dusted. He was very attractive, with a neatly trimmed beard,
dark hair and a
very athletic build. Traci felt very mischievous.

She made sure to dust the top books (how would he know they had already
been
dusted today?). That way, whenever he looked up, he would
see her black nylons,
garterbelt and white thighs. He would also see her black lace
panties. It excited
Traci to think about exciting this rich, powerful, attractive man.
She felt her cock
stir and tried to think about something else. An erection,
she thought, would ruin
her feminine appeal.

She made a little more rustling noise than usual, so that several
times the master
was interupted from his work to look up at her. She hoped
she was getting to him.
She must have been, because finally he said "Come here. I
want to talk to you".
He sounded stern and serious.

Traci got down off her ladder, showing as much leg as possible.
She also smiled,
showing her dimples. When she stood in front on the desk,
she noticed that he
was not smiling. She began to feel a little nervous.

"Traci" he began, standing and looking down at her "how long have
you been
working here?"

"About two months, sir" Traci responded in a soft voice.

"And have you been happy working here so far?" he asked her, looking
directly into her eyes.

"Yes, sir" Traci responded, letting her eyes drop.

"I pay a lot of money for people to look after my home and my comfort
so that
I can attend to my business interests" he went on. "And you
are distracting me
from those business interests" he told her. "Do you wish to
continue in your em-
ployment here?"

"Yes, please" Traci responded nervously. This was getting pretty
serious!

"Well, then, you must be punished for disturbing me so that you will
remember
not to do it again" he told her, walking over to where she stood
and towering
over her. "Can you understand this?"

"Yes, sir" Traci said again, feeling frightened.

He took a ruler from his desk and pulled up her skirt! Before
Traci could
believe what he was doing, whack! WHACK! went the ruler against
her tender
white bottom. It HURT!

Traci looked over at the master of the house - he looked faintly
amused. He
reached over and bent her over, exposing her butt through her lace
panties.
Then he brought down the ruler three more times!

"Will you disturb me while I am working again?" he asked her.

"No, sir" Traci answered sulkily.

"Good girl!" he told her (rather like she was a dog, Traci thought
resentfully).
Then he sat down on his reading chair. "Come here" he told
her firmly.

Traci went over to the big stuffed chair a little reluctantly.
When she reached it,
he turned her around and pulled up her skirt again. Then he
gently stroked her
poor ass. It stung like fire, but as he stroked her punished
flesh, Traci found
herself growing excited. He continued to pet her bottom for a minute,
then as his
hand moved further forward, he found something he didn't expect.

Traci felt the master's fingers touch her balls and knew she was
truly exposed.
What would he do now?

He surprised her. He kept stroking her testicles, teasing them
and squeezing.
Then he would move back to soothing her stinging bottom. Back
and forth for
several minutes. Traci couldn't control her excitement.

She found herself pulled over his knees in the classic spanking position,
but
he simply pulled her panties up into her crack and played with her
buttocks
and her testicles. Traci found herself squirming across his
lap as he teased
and tantalized her flesh. He reached one hand down and firmly
pinched one
of her hard nipples, then squeezed her breast.

Traci moaned, a wave of embarrassment filling her that became even
more
excitement.

"That's right, little girl" said the man whose lap she lay across.
"Moan for
me. Show me how powerless you are to your Master. Surrender
yourself to
me and be my helpless little slave".

No one had ever treated Traci like that before, but she found herself
responding
helplessly, the words stirring her most erotic feelings. Her
ass helplessly pointed
in the air, he pulled down her panties and pulled apart her asscheeks,
exposing her
tight puckered anus.

Her cock was rubbing against his legs as she felt his fingers tease
her anal opening.
Traci squirmed some more, sexual tension not allowing her to remain
still.

"I want you to show me you will do what I ask of you on command"

he told her, teasing
her ass hole with his finger as his other hand moved from one of
her breasts to the other.
"I am going to penetrate you and you are going to cum for me, aren't
you?" he asked
her in a superior, teasing voice.

"Yes, sir" she responded in a voice so passionate she was further
embarrassed.

"You will call me Master from now on" he told her, squeezing a nipple
painfully
and making her jump. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master" Traci responded quickly, anxious to avoid further punishment.

"Very good" her master told her, tweaking her nipples together and
making her
cock throb with excitement.

Then, without warning, his dry fingers pried apart her tiny opening,
cruely violating
her anus and making her cry out with pain.

"I want you to move back and forth on my lap" he told her, not removing
his
punishing fingers. "I am going to make you like what I am
doing to you", he told
her, his other hand stroking first one nipple, then the other.

Traci had no choice but to move on his lap, and as she did, her cock
rubbed
against his pant leg, causing her to be stimulated. She kept
rubbing and he
opened her ass wider and wider, hurting and exciting her more and
more.

Then, when Traci felt she could not stand it any longer, he pulled
his fingers out a little
and plunged them in! "Cum for me NOW" he said to her.
"Cum for your
Master".

And Traci felt her balls spasm and her cock start to shoot hot thick
cum
as her ass was roughtly violated and her tits were teased.
Again and
again, she shot her shemale load onto his pant leg, humiliation
and pain
adding to her horniness.

When it was over, she went back to work with a sore bottom and a
little
smile on her face.

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Dragon Sweat - Next Scroll

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Some of the palace guard fingered their weapons and looked sullen, but there were good reasons for standing still. The first was the pile of ash where the Master-At-Arms had stood, the second was Will Spearshaker’s cries of mingled pain and relief as the moat cooled his hot armor. The third and fourth good reasons were the gleam in each of the dragon’s eyes as her snout swung back and forth across their ranks in continued threat. Hal followed up his advantage.

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“Two of you, get your cloaks off and give them to the girls.”

Hal’s hand pointed towards Caelia and Chelinde, huddled together in their nakedness and staring at their father’s powdery remains gently blowing away in the wind. An upsetting sight, slightly softened by the fact that the Master-At-Arms had always been a total bastard to everyone who’d had the misfortune of knowing him, especially his own family. But before anybody could move a patch of air between the soldiers and Hal clouded over as though a tiny fog patch was forming there, no bigger than a man — and forming into the ghostly outline of a man’s figure.

An old man, a hunched man, a man with no hair above his ears and a white beard down to his belt, holding a long staff and wearing furs that belonged to no animal that had ever prowled in these mountains. Gaunt Gregory, Chief warlock to King Argud, somehow appearing to them all as a shadow of his real self. Instinctively, every soldier glanced at the castle, where the warlock had lived as long as any could remember, as homebound in his tower chamber as a miller’s donkey tethered to a grinding stone.

There, on the nearest wall, was the hulking figure of the King, waving his arms in great excitement, and beside him stood the dwarfish figure of his warlock. They saw the smaller man lifting his staff, as tall as himself, and point it down towards the moat. At the same moment the warlock’s apparition also raised its staff and pointed. At the place where both staffs were aimed was a head and flailing arms, the arms desperately struggling to support their owner’s head above the filthy ooze of the moat. None of the witch’s supernatural skills seemed to avail her now as she fought to keep her mouth and nose out of the squalid slime she was slowly sinking into.

Gaunt Gregory’s words came not through Hal’s ears, but like something felt in the twilight time between sleeping and waking, some message shining from snows on a mountain peak no mortal could scale: “Save her, boy, save her! The King commands it!”
Not only was Hal made aware of the warlock’s appeal, so were the soldiers. They stared at him, then snapped to attention, as though the fools expected Hal to start drilling them. What orders did they think a bollock naked shitbucket emptier could give them? Yet suddenly he was doing exactly that.

“Who’s senior rank leader?”

A gray mustached veteran clapped a hand to his cross-bow. “I am, boy.”

Corporal Clint O’The East Wood would have died rather than take orders from Hal but that wasn’t an option on offer. Subjects who failed both the King and the Chief warlock in important matters suffered far worse fates than simply ceasing to exist.

“Get that net. Use your swords to cut it apart. Tie three of the long lengths of rope together. Then give me one end with a loop in it. I’m going to try to walk out far enough on Josephine’s tail to throw it to the witch. Keep hold of the other end and when the witch has hold of the loop, haul her in. You understand?”

“Aye, boy, aye.”

It wasn’t in the Corporal’s training to throw a weapon onto the ground but he put down his crossbow with the greatest possible speed, pulled out his blade and went at the net as though it were a living enemy. Hal turned to Josephine, pointed at the witch, and then at the dragon’s tail.

“Can I walk along your tail to help the woman?”

Josephine growled, then snorted, a hint of flames as insubstantial as the warlock’s ghost flickering at her nozzles. The dragon was usually in a good humor, but apparently not where witches were concerned. Not witches who handled their broomsticks like a tipsy gipsy aloft on an unbroken colt, nor yet witches who treated anything on the wing as unfortunate flying objects. Josephine was still deeply in the grip of sky rage.
“Please, Josephine, the King and the Chief warlock have commanded me to help the witch. Can you help me?”

A sickly shade of green appeared on her skin: Hal understood her doubts only too well. The further he moved down her tail, the harder it would be for Josephine to support his weight on it.

“Well, the best you can do, my lady. And quickly!”

Her colors flickered and changed on her coat of scales again, and then she was backing her haunches over the edge of the moat, then her back legs, reluctance showing in every moment as she came into contact with the filth. Her tail she held as high as she could until she was half lying on the bank and half floating in the moat, and then she let it drop straight down on top of the partly dissolved turds floating in the scum. Hal noted with surprise the depths and intensity of the shades Josephine was now displaying: he couldn’t imagine where a nice young female dragon had learnt so much bad language. Then his attention was broken by two men-at-arms running up to him with the looped end of a rope between them. With them was Corporal Clint.

“All ready, sir.”

“Get your men to on the other end and to be ready to haul like carthorses. I need a man here at the moat’s edge to put a turn of rope around one of the dragon’s back spikes if you need her help in hauling the witch out.”

“Aye, boy.” Corporal Clint O’The East Wood turned and pointed to one of the soldiers. “You, when I shout, go ahead — make my belay.”

Hal grabbed the loop and stepped onto the base of Josephine’s tail. Which was a big problem itself. The needle sharp spikes that ran down her back extended along her tail as well, gradually getting smaller but no blunter. Right here they were as long as dagger blades and he had to step between them with his toes pointed inward like a pigeon’s. An uncomfortable position, rendered much more uncomfortable by the thought that if he slipped and fell astride the dragon’s tail the spikes would instantly make sure that Caelia and Chelinde would not only be the first girls he’d ever fucked, they’d be the last ones as well.
“Fria and Odon, Fria and Odon, help me, please!”

He began moving. One step, two steps, three, with the slime of the moat lapping around his ankles, the dragon’s scales becoming slippery underfoot. Exactly as they had both feared, the further along Josephine’s tail he went, the harder it was for her to keep it up above the moat’s surface.

Hal stopped to regain his swaying balance and stared slack jawed at what was happening out in the moat. For now the warlock’s mirage was hovering directly in front of the witch, arm and staff outstretched above her.

Somehow he seemed to be supporting her because both her arms were raised above the mire, one pointing towards the castle and one towards Hal. And close to the castle wall her broomstick was rising again. Splintered and broken in the middle, the front half drooping down, its bundle of twigs mostly burnt off, spattered in filth, but still rising up into the air as lightly as a feather above a fireplace. The broomstick stopped at knee height above the moat and swung around as slowly as a rusty weathercock touched by a summer breeze.

Then, close to Hal, a great bubble of air burst amidst the floating scum, hard by where the witch’s cat was still buried, the tom’s tail marking its last resting place. Hal hoped so anyway, since it was his fist which had sent the feline familiar tumbling down into the deep shite, and the memory of its malevolent green eyes would haunt his nightmares for many nights to come. Yet even as he looked the thickly furred tail began to disappear into the moat as if it were a plant which was shrivelling instead of growing. Perhaps it meant the final destruction of the savage creature which had torn his flesh and nearly done much worse to his balls.

As the tail vanished more bubbles broke on the surface of the moat like farts from a carthorse’s bum, each one releasing a tiny rainbow of color and smells which were far worse than any privy bucket Hal had ever emptied. Then a head appeared in amongst them and green eyes opened which turned towards Hal in pure hatred again. Yet this wasn’t a cat which had surfaced, but a toad: a toad as big as the cat had been, a toad of brown and yellow, with masses of red tinged warts and spikes, an apparition so unlike anything in nature that one look was enough to know it as a perverse parody of anything the Gods had intended to live on earth.

Hal shivered in fear as he realized that nightmares were nothing compared to seeing a terrible enemy resurrected. The toad came swimming and slopping on its belly towards him, as near to being in its own element as any creature could be in this foul bog. It stopped about four paces from Hal and opened a mouth which seemed to be the ugliest part of the whole swollen monstrosity. A sack of living venom perched on a lake of poison, and a pair of emerald eyes looking at Hal with a promise of agonizing revenge. He longed to run home. But he could run nowhere from where he was and instead waited like a pig penned for slaughtering as a tongue as long and red as a scarlet tippet flicked through the air — and stopped short of the loop of rope in Hal’s hand. Again, the same thing happened. And this time the toad raised a webbed paw and pointed towards the witch.

Suddenly, and incredibly, Hal felt almost gratitude towards the hideous creature. Because now he knew what it wanted him to do. Much more importantly he knew what he might no longer have to do himself. As well as he could he threw the loop towards the toad, watching as it landed just short of the witch’s creature. It went forward in one quick movement before picking up the rope in its mouth as carefully as a cat holding a kitten. Then it turned and began dragging the rope behind it as it paddled towards the witch. Hal paid out the slack, swaying on Josephine’s trembling tail, still terrified but at least hopeful that he need go no further into this shit filled slough.

The remains of the broomstick reached the witch first, the upright handles on the broken front piece bent down towards her like a grazing deer’s horns. At the same instant the dim figure of Gaunt Gregory disappeared, as if the two magics could not exist together. The witch began to sink again, her hands shot up over her mud choked hair and grasped the broom between the twigs and the break in the handle. Then the broomstick bobbed up and down in her desperate grip, as though it was floating on rippling water, but to no avail in lifting the witch from the clinging mud. A handhold on life she had, but nothing more. Unless her familiar could reach her with the rope. And, as big and strong as it was, the toad seemed to be struggling to pull out the ever increasing length of rope between it and Hal.
In desperation he hauled out yet more line from the hands of the soldier on the bank and took another step along Josephine’s tail. The dragon groaned, a startling thing for somebody so used to her normal silence. Nothing could show more plainly how difficult it was for her to keep supporting him on her tail: it was as if Hal was trying to hold aloft a horseshoe on his little finger. He felt her trembling underfoot and the tail sink lower, so that he was up to his knees now in filth. But the toad had reached its mistress!

Hal thanked his Gods as he saw her take one hand off the broomstick in a hasty snatch at the rope and then lift up the dripping loop. With one deft movement she dropped it over her head and wriggled the free arm through it before seizing the broom again in a double handed hold. Then she removed her other hand, pulled down the free arm and slipped it up through the other side of the loop whilst grabbing at the broom again. The loop was safely under her arms and now they could act!

Hal waved to the Corporal and the soldier on the bank. A twirl of rope around one of Josephine’s spikes and she was pulling on it, and so were the soldiers, stamping their feet into the turf as though they were trying to pull the castle walls down. The problem was that everybody was worried about the witch, not about Hal, and even Josephine moved so quickly he was left behind in the mire as her tail jerked forward. He lifted his feet clear of her spikes, then toppled sideways with a cry of despair and grabbed at the rope. It was certainly moving, moving too quickly, piling up waves of slime and shit into his face as he clung on to the slippery strands. The only recourse left to him was to roll onto his back and clutch the rope desperately to his chest, the back of his neck then taking the impact of the crusted filth.

A brief glimpse of the witch behind showed her in much the same situation, but at least luckier than him by being able to lift her upper body higher because the broomstick was travelling with her, still offering the woman as much support as it could. Not that anybody could have recognized her as a man, woman or demon, not with the slime plastered over her limbs, her face, and her hair — and Hal was in no much better condition when the Corporal’s men hauled him onto the bank. The expressions of their faces as they had to touch him showed that: not that he had any sympathy for their fastidiousness; they should try his privy bucket emptying job once in a while.

On the other hand he had every sympathy with the reluctance the soldiers showed in hauling the witch out of the midden. A dislike of scraping shit off somebody is one thing, getting up close and dirty to an enraged witch was akin to putting a muzzle on a mad dog. Worse, in fact, much worse. A mad dog might bite your balls off, but with a mad witch you might end up pissing out of your ear for the rest of your life. Which is an embarrassing place to carry your wedding tackle. But already the King was galloping out over the drawbridge on his white stallion and, whatever the witch might do, everybody else knew what Argud the Defiler would certainly do if his orders weren’t carried out to the letter. So the soldiers helped the woman out onto the turf, where she shook them off her arms as easily as if they were playful puppies. Then she strode across the lumpy turf to Hal, the broomstick drifting after her at waist height and two steps behind.

Like a dutiful wife following her husband in a public place, Hal thought, a hurt wife yet silent and submissive in showing off her injuries. But there was nothing submissive about the hot coals glowing in the witch’s eyes behind her mask of mud. And behind her and underneath the broomstick was that revoltingly ugly toad, hopping along in great leaps which almost reached the broomstick at their highest points. Hal’s reckoning was that in about five seconds he was going to be transmuted into something just as revolting. Unless he was fated to mix his ashes with the Master-At-Arm’s. How odd if he should die the way he was now, as naked as when he was born — and never of any more importance to the world than a coney born in a burrow and eaten by a fox.

He looked around for the last time with mortal eyes and saw Chelinde and Caelia now wrapped in soldier’s cloaks, and each staring at him with pity on their faces. Caelia waved at him, sadly, on this moment of parting. Perhaps it was some consolation that the girls seemed more upset about his fate than their father’s.

So when the witch turned, plucked the broomstick from the air and then knelt down in front of Hal, holding it in front of her as if it were an offering to a Druid, every onlooker was stunned. Soldiers, girls, Corporal Clint and, most of all, Hal.
“Take it, Master. Take it, as I have promised the warlock.”

“What?

She lifted her face, those hot eyes fanned into blue burning coals with anger: “Put your hand on this broomstick, you butt ugly little fucker, or I’ll skin you alive!”

Hal instantly stretched out a trembling hand and touched one of the hand grips. It was like holding onto part of a water mill built over a raging torrent, the fierce energy of the rushing waters below passing through the structure for a bystander to feel. But before he could learn more he snatched his fingers away again as a shriek of anger was heard. Behind the King’s magnificent stallion was an old donkey, the thin legs of Gaunt Gregory astride it, his even thinner voice cawing like a squabbling crow. Completely disregarding all the normal rules of the court he hacked at the donkey’s side with his heels and rode past the King, limbs flailing and jerking in his haste like a scarecrow dancing with the wind, the long staff held out over his mount’s big ears in a parody of a knight’s lance.

“What, Morgana — you break your oath given to another who has crossed the abyss between the worlds and returned? You dare to defy the Great Ones themselves?”

“I gave my word to you to yield my person and my powers to my rescuer. This boy was my rescuer and I have kept my word, you jumped up little shit of a half achieved adept. I have yielded all to him. Now go hence and lick your own mortal master’s backside!”

Nobody present had ever heard or seen the like, a witch and a warlock squabbling like urchins over a wind fallen apple. And there wasn’t one of the watchers who didn’t wish to be many safe leagues away from the scene. But one at least had no intention of remaining a mere spectator. King Argud swung out of his saddle, dropping as lightly as a feather despite his huge bulk and large belly. He thrust the horse’s reins into the hand of one of the soldiers, a man who blanched with fear as he realized that the strange events had lured him into a fatal error of lese majesty by not acknowledging his sovereign’s presence until now. The soldier hastily dropped to his knee and bowed his head, an example followed equally quickly by all present save the two sorcerers, still bristling at each other.

“Come, Gregory, what’s amiss here? You promised to tame this hawk for me. Yet she sits not quietly on your gauntlet.”
There had once been a court jester unwise enough to make fun of the King’s appearance by reddening his cheeks, puffing up his cheeks and somehow bulging his eyes so they seemed twice their normal size. The secret of how he’d managed that had died with him, in a unusual and distinctly revolting way, and since then nobody else had taken any gambles on finding King Argud in a good mood. Which was clever reckoning, because he never had any. The best that could be said for his temperament was that sometimes he managed to control his blood lust if there seemed to be a good enough reason — but that was never more than a temporary deferment of his appetite for death and agony. Even the warlock acknowledged the monarch’s worldly power and presence by awkwardly dismounting from the donkey and bowing low to the wearer of the crown.

But not so the witch. For all the scum and shit on her, she stood like a Queen, arms folded in open contempt of King Argud, warlock and soldiers. Hal’s eyes moved towards the now abandoned donkey which seemed uninterested in anything but eating grass. Would he have a chance of escaping on it if trouble erupted? Odin alone knew what this business of the witch and her broomstick was all about but, irregardless, Josephine had killed the Master-At-Arms as the court official was getting ready to kill Hal for tupping his daughters. That was enough to have Hal impaled on a spike in the market place for as long as it took to die. Better to perish trying to run away than wait until the King got around to passing the death sentence. Let the magicians fight each other and then he and Josephine could flee behind a curtain of fire none would be able to pass. Left and right Hal glanced, awaiting his chance.

Then a sword tip touched his bare flank and Corporal Clint whispered: “You’ll stay here, dirty Harry.”

“Harry’s not in this story — Rowling would sue us to hell and gone. My name’s Hal.”

“Whatever.”

The King’s impatient voice called out: “You said you could make her your slave, Gregory. What happened?”

The spindly legged little warlock was almost dancing with anger: “She promised to yield herself, body and soul, to whoever rescued her from the moat. But now she says it was the boy who rescued her and has pledged herself to him.”

“What!” The bulging eyes swung towards a trembling Hal. “First the dragon and now the witch. The Gods are making a plaything of this shithouse emptier. But what I saw was that it was your help, Gregory, which aided the witch long enough to call forth her own magic to her aid. All the boy did was to pass her a rope and even in that he had help from the dragon and that … that thing.”
King Argud stretched out a boot towards the hunkered down toad, then jerked it back as a stream of steaming spit landed next to his toe, instantly turning a patch of green grass to brown stalks. The toad leered at him and noisily cleared its throat again.

“Threaten my familiar once more, mortal, just once more, and I will turn you inside out through your own arsehole.” The witch’s voice was low and sharp — and to be believed. “Twas the rope which settled the matter and had it not reached me when it did I would surely have perished. And without the boy that rope would not have been there. So I proclaim him my rescuer and anyone who disagrees may call on the Great Ones for judgement.”

The King looked at Gregory for his advice and the warlock bit his beard, then threw up his hands in frustration: “Your majesty, nobody calls on the Great Ones without taking great risks. Their judgements are not to be reckoned on in advance and Morgana has — I have heard — some influence with them. She is now pledged to the boy and he is a pledged subject of yours. Let us be content with that. Hal, stand up.”

He did so, naked and frightened, and acutely aware of all the eyes regarding his skinny frame. Not to mention the Corporal’s sword point almost pricking his backside. So this was where taking young girls for dragon rides had gotten him. Then he looked at the Master-At-Arm’s daughters again and suddenly relaxed a little. To blame himself for wanting them was as pointless as blaming himself for wanting food — he had a stomach and a prick, and both made demands on him that had to be satisfied.

“Hal, tell Morgana to kneel down in front of the King.”

“Morgana!” Even he had heard of a witch with that name, a witch with a reputation that made fierce warriors huddle close to the fireplace on dark nights.

The warlock nodded in satisfaction: “Yes, the greatest witch of them all, Morgana le Fay. Your slave, Morgana le Fay. Now bid her kneel.”

The witch still stood as proudly as ever, and her eyes fastened on Hal’s with a strength of character he could never begin to match. Nor could he forget for an instant the pain he’d already felt from her magical powers and was still feeling from that damned cat’s claw slash. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was to try to give her any orders. Then he saw the King’s face and remembered the spike in the center of the market place. No, offending Morgana was the second last thing in the world that he wanted to do. What totally passed his understanding was why it should be expected that any witch who treated a warlock and a monarch with contempt would obey the lowest and least of all the King’s subjects. But it seemed he had to try.

“Morgana! Morgana le Fay, I command you to kneel for the King.”
Never before had any words of his been so attended to by so many people. Hal felt like an actor in a May Day festival, the one playing the part of a prince with a wooden crown as a prop. Yet though his words ended on a silly sounding squeak the witch did as she was told. Not only did she kneel, she knelt as a woman should, on both knees, then demurely lowered her head until it almost touched the grass. The King laughed and clapped his hands in satisfaction, releasing a great sigh of tension amongst the soldiers as they suddenly felt much safer. Safer, but greatly puzzled. They looked at Hal’s soiled and scrawny body with questions on their lips. Yet none had so much need of asking them as Hal himself.

“Sire … Sire Gregory.”

The warlock beckoned him forward: “Give him a cloak, someone.”

In an instant Hal had a fine woolen cloak to pull around himself, a cloak instantly ruined by the filth he was spreading on it. But that was a matter of little consequence right now. Gaunt Gregory looked at Hal, at the still prostrate witch, then back to the boy again. Then, incredibly, he smiled, revealing a row of rotten and yellowing stumps in lieu of teeth.

“Why, ’tis a simple thing, boy. Morgana here was nigh on drowning here in our moat and I made her promise on her witch’s power to obey forever anyone who rescued her. I assisted her and so did you, and rather than give herself up to me she chose to yield to you. So now you will compel her to do whatever the King commands. You understand?”

Hal nodded: “Yes, sire … I understand.” But did the warlock understand? If he was telling the truth Hal could command both Josephine and Morgana. With luck he could break free with both and leave this kingdom forever. Or better yet …

“Boy, look around you.”

The King’s voice was always a surprise to those hearing it for the first time, a high pitched tenor from such a bulk. But it was a small voice never used for small talk. Hal looked. Every man-at-arms had picked up his crossbow again and each one was aimed at him alone, from soldiers so widely spread out that Josephine could never burn them down all at once.
“Boy, understand me. I can kill you whenever I wish. The witch would be delighted to be free again and she’ll soon teach your dragon to behave herself. So be a loyal subject and bid Morgana to do my bidding, and all will be fair weather between us. As a token of which, I order you to kneel beside Morgana to be declared a Duke before all present.”

“To be … ” He must have misheard the King, but at least the gesture towards the ground was unmistakable. Hal knelt, and dared to do it on one knee, as the soldiers had done.

“When you arise, Hal O’TheShitbuckets, you will be Duke Merlinus. But before I raise you up I would know what happened between the witch and yourself. How came she to fall into our moat?”

Hal answered the King’s question as well as he could. But, like Hal himself, the monarch had more questions to ask.

“So, she saw you tupping one of the Master-At-Arm’s little beauties in the dragon’s riding net. Why should she wish to interfere with that?”

“Your Majesty, I do not know.”

“I can answer that,” Gaunt Gregory said. “When mortals couple they sometimes reach a level of ecstasy which is a form of primitive magic. Since magics cannot exist side by side any practicing adept who comes close to an act of mortal tupping may find his or her spells much diminished and perhaps even completely cancelled by the tupping effect. Their magic becomes … what shall I say?”

“Fucked up,” the King suggested dryly.

The warlock bowed again: “Your Majesty has it in a nutshell. An excellent description — I’m surprised nobody has thought of it before. Yes, I believe Morgana flew close to the dragon to examine it without having the slightest suspicion that a mortal male could be taking a mortal female in the riding net. By the time she realized her broomstick magics were being, as you say, fucked up, there was no time to flee before she must fall, so the only thing she could do was to frighten the pair into abandoning their act of passion.”
King Argud chuckled: “Ha, boy, some rise by sin and some by virtue fall, but here was a great fall by a great witch because of your sinning. And were my Master-At-Arms still alive you might have smarted for your sins with his daughters.” His voice paused as he looked long and carefully at the two sisters. “But a handsome pair of bolsters for any bed, I grant you, and since they wish for experience, I myself shall see they have as much as they can take.”

He chuckled again and drew his sword. “Boy, have you heard anything of my plans for you and your dragon — and for this witch?”

Hal couldn’t stop himself from looking up in uncontrollable curiosity: “I know nothing of any plans, your Majesty.”

“Then tonight you will learn more, because I’m going to make you an offer you’ll have to peruse. For there are good reasons why I now proclaim you Duke Merlinus of this kingdom.”

The tip of the sword tapped lightly on each of Hal’s shoulders: “Arise, Duke Merlinus.”

Hal stood up and waited for the King to finish off his joke by decapitating him with the huge sword. But it didn’t happen. Instead the King drove the tip of the sword into the ground and rested his hands on the handle, which was still almost as high as Hal’s head. The boy found himself staring at the incredibly fine stitching along the sides of the Monarch’s deerskin gloves.

“Well, Duke Merlinus, you have bought the wickedest witch in the wide world with you as a dowry for your peerage, which is well to your credit. But you are still the dirtiest and vilest smelling peer that ever has stood before me. As for the mighty Morgana, she looks and smells like dogshit. Even your dragon has the stench of a midden about her. What’s to be done with you all?”

Hal gulped: “There is a stream in the hills, not far away. Josephine can clean herself there, under the waterfall. I would be happy to go with there with her.”
“Ho, my fine Duke, no doubt you would, but you won’t. The dragon may go there and return presently. You, I have heard, have betimes bathed yourself in the drinking trough in the dragon’s shed. You may do so now, and take your bitch witch with you. And we shall see if you are indeed fit to be a peer. For the two girls will wash both of you clean and afterwards you may finish your business with the one you were fucking before — if you’re man enough to do it with a squad of soldiers and a King watching you perform!”

Hal stared dumbfounded at the smile on the King’s face.

“What’s the matter, Duke Merlinus? Have you turned shy now you’re a gentleman?”

Even the soldiers were giggling like schoolgirls. But they didn’t know about the dragon sweat, and they didn’t know that there was enough of it left in that drinking trough to set a whole village heaving and humping like a gang of Iceland warriors let loose in a nunnery.

Gaunt Gregory sneered at the filthy boy: “All your vigor gone already, Duke?”

Hal stood tongue tied. He could tell them, warn them — but dragon sweat was his great secret and he wanted to keep it his own. But the alternative! Master of Morgana le Fay — and in the grip of the storm lust that Dragon sweat brewed up. Odin alone knew what he might do, and should Morgana free herself afterwards she’d send him to hell for it. But afterwards, he might not care.

“Why no, Warlock,” Hal suddenly found himself answering with a grin to match the King’s. “All I ask is a favor. If I start chasing your donkey after I’ve finished with the girls, for Odin’s sake, please have me shot.”

King Argud bellowed with laughter and gave Hal a slap on the shoulder which almost sent him down on his knees again. “Why, my young Duke, perhaps you’ll serve my needs better than I might have hoped. Let’s put you to the test and see if your tupping can match your words.”

Somehow Hal found the presence of mind to look for his garments amidst the torn remains of the riding net, only to be swiftly rebuked by his monarch.
“You no longer need those rags, Duke Merlinus. The cloak will suffice until you reach the palace and then we shall outfit you better.”

Merlinus … Merlinus? Why that name? True, the shitbucket family had a Tiberian name of Merdinus, now almost as forgotten as the long gone monks who’d bestowed it. A suitable name, since merdus was Tiberian for shit. But Merlinus — was it because he was going to be allowed to fly with Josephine again, allowed to fly like a hawk? May the Gods make it so, for this seemed to be a day on which anything might happen.

But the sight of Morgana le Fay’s luscious hips swaying ahead of him was enough to make his glowing hopes fade like the sun hidden by gathering storm clouds. The likes of her were for warlocks and knights and persons of royal blood. Now he seemed to be trapped between King and witch and as sure as cats ate mice, one or t’other would have his balls spit roasted ere long. Perhaps she’d laugh at his love making attempts so much that he’d fail, despite the dragon sweat. Perhaps the trough water had made it so weak by now that the power had completely gone and King, warlock, witch, soldiers and girls alike would jeer at his cock as it drooped like a melting candle. A boy’s ending for all of his proud boasts of manhood, and with all the kingdom to hear and laugh about it afterwards.

He sidled over against Josephine, the Corporal close behind him at every step, Clint O’The East Wood’s finger never leaving the trigger of his oversized magnum bolt crossbow. Hal desperately wanted to slip his hand underneath the dragon’s wing to seek for a trace of sweat but there was no chance of doing it unobserved. Hal felt a sudden and unexpected anger burning inside him at being so closely guarded. Mayhap he’d teach these soldiers another lesson in dragon power before long.

“My lady, go and clean yourself. When you return I may wish you to warm the water in your trough for me again. If so, you must do it as hard as you can.”

A twirling pattern of interrogation swirled around her neck, a question only he knew she was asking. In return, he winked when only she could see him: “Yes, Josephine, as hard as you can. Now fly — and be back soon.”

The dragon lurched forward, drove down her wings in a flurry of movement and swept upwards, her sails smacking against the air as though applauding herself for leaving the ground behind. Hal watched Josephine rise up into the afternoon sunlight with an aching heart. The ever alert corporal noticed Hal’s sad expression.

“What’s amiss, young Duke?”
The boy shrugged his shoulders: “Why, to see my dragon fly whilst I cannot leave the ground.”

Clint O’The East Wood laughed: “Duke, how can a man want to fly? Do you want a nest with eggs to sit on as well?”

For the very first time Hal understood that he was closer to Josephine than he was to many of his own kind. Why, perhaps he was even closer to the witch as well. She might be evil incarnate but at least she was a flier too. Not that her broomstick seemed good for much just then, but perhaps it could be repaired and remagicked. If it could be …

For a second Hal dreamed of learning how to fly a broomstick. To flash over rooftops and meadows, around trees and across lakes, screaming past gaggles of geese and flying so high that the mountains themselves crouched down beneath your feet. All the filth and cruelty and everyday battles of life left below as he explored the kingdom of the sky, a kingdom which over-arched and over-reached all earthly ones. A fine dream, especially for a shit smeared boy who owned nothing in the world but a borrowed cloak. And then he was back at the dragon’s barn again.

For some reason everybody else hung back and let Hal walk in first, even though Josephine was only a faraway dot in the sky. Yet the caution which most other people showed in approaching a dragon’s lair still seemed to be having its effect because only the girls walked in close behind him. Hal stepped into the sandpit and drew his toes through the still damp sand, then looked up, exchanging rueful looks with the sisters. How much had changed so quickly. Truth to tell, he was in no obvious position to complain. Dubbed a Duke, gaining a witch for a slave, praised by the King — whatever the dangers to come, it was still far better treatment from the Gods than Caelia and Chelinde had received: orphaned, unprotected and lusted after by a King who treated his dogs far better than his women. Hal had never intended their misfortunate but it left a bitter taste in his mouth after the joy the girls had given him.

“What are we to do?” Chelinde asked him, looking suddenly grown up and serious.

“Why, only what we did before. But first you’d best serve as Morgana’s hand maidens. There are two pieces of soap left. One for her, one for me.”

“And afterwards? What we did before, Hal? With all these soldiers watching?”

“Aye, and the King too, lass — tis a Royal Command performance.”
The boy smiled and lifted his hand to chuck her under the chin, but paused as he saw the filth on his fingers and the momentarily revealed loathing in her eyes as she glanced to where the King was entering the barn.

“Be of good heart, girls. What matters who watches if we enjoy ourselves? And what I can do for you later, I promise I will do.”

Hal went to the trough, splashed his fingers in it, pondered. The water was still warm — or, at least, not cold. He filled both drinking buckets and set them down in the sandpit. Then he turned towards the witch and gulped.

For the first time since his one swift glimpse of her riding the broomstick he looked as a man at the magnificent shape underneath the clinging mud. Her breasts were pillows compared to Chelinde’s dumplings, her unskirted legs promised delights beyond belief… he gulped again, and decided that perhaps the dragon sweat was still potent, even at a touch.

“Lie down on the straw, Morgana. On your back.”

Her eyes glittering with repressed emotions, the witch obeyed.

“Take off your cloak, Chelinde. Spread it over her.”

The girl’s face was almost as angry as the witch’s as she undid the throat cord, but she obeyed, her and her sister spreading the cloak over Morgana’s body. Then Chelinde stood self-consciously, hands by her side and eyes downcast as she tried to ignore the soldiers lining each side of the barn, each of them grinning at her nakedness and with no threatening dragon around this time to distract them from studying it closely.
“Your cloak too, Caelia. Strip Morgana and then clean her with the water and the cloak, as well as you can. Mayhap some straw will help as well.”

The King grinned but raised no objection at taking another look at the sisters in her raw state. Nor did he seem to mind that the girls were reaching underneath Hal’s cloak to get at the witch’s indecent attire. King Argud was a hunter and enjoyed the thrill of a drawn out chase. His soldiers also licked their lips as they saw the swaying tits and taut bottoms of the figures kneeling at either side of the cloak to fumble with Morgana’s tight fitting leathers.

“Help them, witch,” Hal ordered.

She looked at him, for a second only, and it was like being forehead to forehead with a mad bull. But her hands moved swiftly under the cloak, undoing the lashings which held her garments in place, then rolling from one side to another as she helped Caelia and Chelinde tug her jerkin over her arms. Hal would have liked to have kept watching but the desire to start removing the filth from his own body was even more compelling than staring at Morgana’s movements underneath the cloak. So he took his cloak off, seized two handfuls of straw and began rubbing down his arms and legs.

Straw and sand and water, straw and sand and water, over and over, tickling and scraping and soothing his skin in turn as black rings of removed corruption spread around him. Then the King’s voice boomed out in glee.

“Plenty of sand for her as well, girls, all over her tits. I want them as smooth as your arses.”

As spoke several of the soldiers closest to the straw pile also dared to smile in approval. They looked as they were spellbound as they kept gaping at the straw. But when Hal looked himself at the wet cloak sticking to the now naked body below it he decided that the audience was literally bewitched. There were curves and hollows and a sheer symmetry of female shape underneath the damp wool that was more magical than anything a warlock could conjure up, be he the greatest adept ever. Chelinde and Caelia put their hands beneath the cloak again to rub Morgana’s large tits, setting them shuddering and swaying around. The witch whimpered as he nipples were scoured and every soldier lucky enough to be able to see her instantly summoned up his blood and stiffened his sinews. In fact most of them were already more tightly cocked than their cross bows.

Hal grabbed his cloak and began wiping the traces of sand and wisps of straw from his skin. But his eyes stayed on the females, noting the increasingly coy way that even Morgana was glancing towards her watchers. Surely a witch couldn’t be affected by the dragon sweat like any normal chit of a girl? But there hadn’t been any dragons around since time out of mind and maybe witches knew no more about them than anybody else. Morgana had certainly badly underestimated Josephine’s abilities in their aerial bitch fight. Maybe the sweat did work on her. Certainly she’d had enough of the treated water splashed and rubbed onto her body to give it every chance.

As for Caelia and Chelinde, just having their hands in the bucket seemed to be affecting them like piglets suckling on a barrel of mead. They were giggling at each now across Morgana’s body and blatantly shaking their plumpers for the audience. The witch began twisting her legs and hips from side to side as the sisters scrubbed at her tits, her mouth open as she began moaning. Morgana’s long fingers rose up to stroke the girl’s arms as though encouraging them to hurt her more … and Hal’s own prick reared up like a stallion’s in chase of a mare. He held the bundled wet cloak in front of him and rubbed it against his straining flesh as he decided what to do.
“Morgana, stand up. Chelinde, Caelia, hold the cloak around her.”

The witch put her hands down beside her and sat up, got on her knees and stood, the sisters keeping the cloak up around the top of her swaying breasts, the damp fabric displaying the perfect contours of the unsupported flesh and the hard nipples, each one so big that his thumb and forefinger would scarcely encircle it. Her legs up and even beyond her knees were bare, showing off smooth thighs made in heaven for a man to slide his hand between and upwards.

“Go to the drinking trough. Step into it. Then take off the cloak and the girls will soap you. Everywhere.”

She obeyed, still walking with infinite pride, head and shoulders above her escorts, the girls behind her holding onto the cloak as if they were train bearers, their eyes darting from one male spectator to another. But always returning to Hal — and the King. His Majesty was breathing even more heavily than usual and he seemed fascinated by the display being unfolded in front of him.

There was scarcely a ripple in the water as Morgana entered it gracefully. Looking directly at Hal, she shrugged the cloak off her shoulders and let the maidens catch it. Without a stitch on, she stood before them with one hand flat by the side of her leg, the other one between her legs. And what might have been thought a protection of modesty took on a different meaning when the spectators saw that the fingers pressed over her patch of dark red hair were gently moving as she felt herself. She giggled at the open mouthed astonishment of the soldiers, lifted up both hands and held up her breasts for the spectator’s eyes. Certainly Hal’s felt as if they were popping out of his head as he watched her proudly displaying a body of perfect wantonness. Then Caelia and Chelinde began working their hands over Morgana, leaving trails of suds and pure white skin behind them in spreading patches.

Hal stumbled forward, stepped into the other end of the trough facing the witch and threw away his cloak, letting her see his rampant prick. Morgana smiled at him: “Shall the girls wash you now, Master?”

“One of them,” he grunted.

He was grunting because Morgana’s hand had reached forward and gently tweaked the tip of his cock. This was unbelievable, to have a woman like this in thrall of him, doing his every bidding. Then she moved back, holding her hands up behind her head for him to better see her body as Caelia continued soaping it and Chelinde rubbed her hands over Hal, soaping him quickly but thoroughly, arms, chest, back, legs and then rubbing her slippery palm up and down his shaft. Caelia laughed and applied her hands just as thoroughly to Morgana’s pure white tits and the red flowers tipping them.
There was a vicious sounding twang and zip from nearby, and Hal glanced around to see that one of the soldiers had accidentally discharged his cross bow in his excitement, the bolt sticking out of the straw littered dirt floor two paces away. But nobody seemed to care, not the King, not even the Corporal. Nobody said or did anything as Morgana knelt down in the trough and put her hand with Chelinde’s on the boy’s throbbing tool. Together the two woman stroked it, and then Caelia joined them, her fingers tickling his balls. Hal called out in pleasure, his arms around each sister’s shoulders and then something very large and fat plopped into the water between his legs and the kneeling witch. The toad sank out of sight, down below the foam covered water and Hal’s toes curled up in readiness for a savage bite or sting.

It never came. What did come was a string of bubbles breaking between Morgana’s opened thighs and her response, a wild cry with her eyes rolled back in apparent pain. Hal wondered why the toad was attacking its mistress. And then he realized what was really happening as Morgana bent forward, pushed Chelinde’s hand aside and took him deeply into her mouth in one swift movement. There was a gasp and a stir around the barn as everybody saw four finger’s length of the boy’s cock disappear between the witch’s scarlet lips and her cheeks contract with the effort of sucking off her master. And all saw how her body was quivering and jerking as though she was being eaten from below.

It was the King who responded first. He bellowed, unbuckled his sword belt, threw it aside and swayed forward like a bear untimely woken from winter sleep. He seized Chelinde first, from behind, kneading her plump round breasts in his huge fingers, squashing them up with only the stiff tips standing proud of the press. Caelia instantly bent forward to suck on her sister’s nipples, sending Chelinde squirming and pressing her bare bottom against the King’s crutch. He roared again, pushed her away and began tearing at the lacing in the front of his breeches The girls rushed back to him, wild eyed and their fingernails tearing at the cords with the same urgency. Out from behind their restraints came a cock that seemed as thick as Hal’s wrist and almost as long as one of Corporal Clint’s magnum sized bolts. Caelia still went down on her knees without hesitation to suckle on it as well as she could, her lips stretched out like an adder’s swallowing a rat. Yet the King was watching the trough, not the girl at his feet.

“Fetch the witch out, boy, fetch her out! I’m going to give her a royal fucking!”

It would have meant death to argue with the monarch at any time. Right then was certainly not a good time to even think about hesitating. Even when Hal was getting ready to empty himself over Morgana’s tongue: “Out, witch, out. The King wants you.”

The King did indeed. He was already lying on his back and holding his cock steady for one hand as Chelinde and Caelia licked the shiny red length like cows at a salt lick. As Morgana stood up he beckoned her to come forward. She glanced at Hal, he nodded and she obeyed, trickles of water and foam running down her beautifully proportioned legs before she stood astride King Argud and squatted down, her arms behind her back on either side of his legs to take her weight as Caelia and Chelinde rubbed the head of the King’s donkey dick against her cunt. Then she squealed and dropped down on top of it as if it might otherwise escape.

Her hips jerked up and down and she leaned forward on her arms again, with a girl on each side of her, and each girl holding onto one of Morgana’s large tits, keeping the bags of flesh steady for the King to bite on. Morgana screeched again but Hal cared nothing for that in his need to finish what he’d begun with her. He stepped close to the writhing bodies, grabbed a tuft of Morgana’s red hair and thrust his lance into her mouth again. She sucked on as eagerly as before but Hal hardly noticed. He was staring wide eyed at the trough as the water in it splashed over the wooden sides and something moved inside it, something standing up where the toad had been,

This was no toad though, nor was it a cat. It was something akin to a child, about as high as a grown man’s waist, brown skinned, a bald head, large ears, green hued eyes which glittered like iced moss in sunlight, a squashed nose and lips which seemed more horn than flesh. The small though wide shouldered figure leapt over the side of the trough, landed as neatly as a cat and sprang forward.

One thing about the goblin which was definitely a prominent feature was the cock and balls it displayed, a cock ready for action and much larger than a normal one, for all the goblin’s smaller size. It was more like a cock with a body attached than a body with a cock attached. But whatever the arrangement the body moved swiftly, the cock bobbing up and down as short but incredibly muscled legs carried it forward to where it wanted to be. Which was behind Morgana, the glittering eyes staring at her jerking buttocks as the goblin rubbed some wet soap around his massive prick. He slapped her ass lightly with both palms as if to let her know she was there, guided his overlarge shaft between Morgana’s quivering crescents and then forced it deeply between them like a battering ram hammering at a castle gate. Air spurted around Hal’s wet shaft as Morgana screamed out in passion and King Argud roared in satisfaction. He so busy sucking and chewing on Morgana’s tits that Hal wondered if the Monarch had noticed that he was sharing his feast with uninvited guests.
Then the boy snorted with his own uncontrollable pleasure as he spurted into Morgana’s mouth, setting her off spluttering and gagging as droplets of white fluid rolled down her chin. Chelinde put her arm across the top of Morgana’s neck and began licking some of the liquid up like a kitten cleaning a platter of milk, a licking which ended with a passionate kiss between the two females. Then Caelia put a hand up to Hal’s shrunken prick and began lapping at it with her tongue as if to clean it thoroughly. All three of them seemed out of their minds with lust and as soon as Morgana and Chelinde saw what Caelia was doing for Hal they joined in enthusiastically. The boy turned one way and another to let each of them have fair access to him.

It was, he thought, something which ought to make an entry in the Mead Brewer’s Book of Records. One King, one goblin and one shitbucket emptier all fucking one witch at the same time, with a couple of hand maidens keeping things going. Not something you saw very often. The soldiers certainly didn’t want to miss any second of the spectacle. A group of them were standing within arm’s length of Hal, eyes and cocks bulging at what was going on. Hal grabbed both of the sisters by the hair, lifted them and pushed them towards Corporal Clint and his comrades.

“Go on, boys, help yourselves.”

It wasn’t really what he wanted to do but he needed a distraction to keep those crossbows off their aim. And it worked. Bows and swords and belts fell to the ground as the soldiers grabbed the girls and threw them on their backs on top of the straw pile, bedding them down in long term fucking positions. The rest of the guard saw what was happening and rushed to join the queue. The only thing which distracted them at all was a sound like a giant owl hooting, a sound coming from the goblin. Within seconds the sound was mixed with another yell of triumph from the King and long a drawn out yelp from Morgana. The trio of bodies collapsed in a tangle, the goblin and the King to lie undisturbed, but not Morgana. Clint O’The Eastwood grabbed her arm, lifted her up and then dropped her on the straw pile next to two hairy backsides jerking up and down on top of Chelinde and Caelia. Very quickly the Corporal’s arse was on public display as well as he fucked Morgana with all the expertise of a seasoned campaigner and military trained rapist. The accumulated lust in the air could have been set off by a candle flame and nobody even noticed Josephine slithering back into the barn. The men were either fucked, fucking or anticipating a fuck, and the females — well, the females were otherwise occupied. Dragon sweated out of their minds and getting drilled from all directions

So nobody saw the dragon enter: nobody who cared, anyway. And certainly nobody noticed Hal’s nod towards the drinking trough, nor his wink to Josephine. The dragon bowed her head, put her snout into the water and snorted — not once, not twice, not three, but four times. Hal grabbed a discarded sword, reversed it with his hands holding tightly to the scabbard, then ran around and up to the top of the straw pile. The corporal was gasping in satisfaction as he pumped his load into Morgana’s cunt. He gasped even more loudly as Hal hit him behind the ear with the sword handle. Then Hal grabbed at the witch’s hands to pull her out from underneath Clint O’The East Wood’s stunned body.

“Come with me — now.”

“What?”

“Come with me — I order you.”
One of the waiting soldiers stepped forward and raised his fist to punch Hal’s face. There was a kind of thumping sound, water from the trough flew up and a bank of steam twice Hal’s height rolled outwards as all the dragon spit in the trough mingled with the liquid and turned into hot vapor. Visibility within the barn became a few paces, then scarcely one or two. Hal began hauling the witch in the direction he knew the door was. He knew because he’d noted the draught beforehand and simply followed it. Or at least he would have if Morgana didn’t seem to be taking so long to get up to speed.

“Move, you bitch!”

“Oh, Master, it’s such fun … ”

“You stupid fucking woman, it’s the dragon sweat in the water that’s got us so excited. It’s magic, we’re spell bound, and we’ll both be dead if we don’t escape from the King. Run!”

Morgana’s normal iron will seemed to emerge again as she began to understand what had happened to her. Hand in hand they ran out through the doorway, then stopped, panting. Hal had never known a day like it for exercise. And before he could make another move he was astonished to see the goblin come running out the steam filled door as well, the tip of his slack knob halfway to his knees and pulling Caelia alongside him by a long strand of her hair. But Hal’s surprise at that was nothing compared to seeing Chelinde also emerging, squealing and jumping and being forced along by a series of hefty swipes on her bottom by Morgana’s broomstick. Seeing the brush swinging through the air that way without a hand on it was even stranger than watching it just floating along. But this was no time for standing around and being curious.

“Get into the castle, quick.” Hal urged Morgana. “Josephine is coming with us. If we can get the drawbridge raised now we’ll be inside and the King and most of his soldiers will be outside. Then we’ll have a chance to parley.”

Morgana shook her head: “Better to tell the dragon to burn down the barn and have done with them all now.”

“No! If they die I’m a Duke no longer. There’d be no witnesses. The King must sign my letters patent and proclaim them. Seize the castle and we can negotiate with him.”

She nodded, still panting: “That warlock. He’s not here. He could stop you.”
Hal knew she was right. And if Gaunt Gregory wasn’t here he had a bloody good idea of where he would be.

“Josephine, go to the castle. Put a fireball through an arrow slit in the top of the tower, Burn Gaunt Gregory’s chamber right out.”

“No …No!” Morgana shook her head. “My magical supplies are destroyed or lost. I need his. I must go now, take him by surprise. My broom will almost support my weight, even though it’s damaged. Let me ride it and hold onto one of the dragon’s claws. She can lift me to the top of the tower and leave me there to deal with Gregory. Then the dragon can help you in the courtyard to get the drawbridge lifted up.”

“So be it. Josephine, take Morgana up to the chamber’s lookout platform.”

Some of the dragon sweat tainted steam was drifting the dragon’s barn: half a dozen warriors were now visible inside, each with his breeches around his knees and frantically jerking themselves off.

“Huh”, Morgana snorted as she settled onto the broomstick. “I always said that the military were a load of wankers.”

Then a giant figure came running out of the steam with a raised sword that glittered along its length in the afternoon sun. The King was as mad as hell, the dragon was spiraling upwards towing the unclad witch on her broomstick and a naked boy and two naked girls ran for their lives towards the castle with an equally naked goblin bounding along behind them.

Will Spearshaker was still sitting by the moat, stinking, scorched and sour at life as he watched what was occurring, but not with any great interest. You couldn’t weave a good story out of happenings which seemed to make no sense at all. Which was about Hal’s thinking as well, because now the moment had passed he had no idea at all why he’d hit Clint O’The East Wood and provoked the King’s anger. But he had an idea of somebody who might have put a spell on him.

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These girls know how to please each other

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This is not the first time these two girls have played with each others bodies but this time we got to watch and so do you! We start this one with Katy looking through a pornographic magazine when her friend Jenifer stops by. from that point on the girls ran the show, fondling each other, tasting each others pussies and even using toys. This is a very sexy video and it is hard to believe they are 19 and 20 years old.

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Kitty Karsen - Being A Kid Again

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Movie Gallery From Big Cock Gaggers

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It must've been that Heather didn't know how big black cocks really were. But after I've pulled it out she was begging me to cram my black thing inside her mouth--every inch of it!

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Movie night at school

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This happened when I worked as English Literature teacher in college. I taught classes for freshmen and sophomores. It was intermediate course and it included watching the classics. For that course there was a specially equipped hall with armchairs placed in the shape of amphitheatre. On the very top there was a pretty old projector. The movies were played during the day and lunch hours for those who couldn’t make it to a movie because of another class.

Also for the detention students who were doing bad in classes I suggested it would be a good way to spend their detention time with some use.

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Back then I just graduated from my masters in Social Science and turned 23. My private life, to be honest, sucked! Though a lot of guys from my university found me attractive, there were like four or five of them, they were more into my girlfriends, who were more accessible. I had some experience in sex but it was just this one guy I dated in highschool. Then few relationships that lasted for few weeks the most. Usually it all happened at the parties, where everyone is drunk and guys, really buzzed guys are more capable to want sex, but not good at performing. You know what I’m talking about. So, before that accident I didn’t have anyone for about three months. Females need to get it out, you know. There are plenty of ways. And I wasn’t a teenage girl anymore, I was 23! So I started changing and it even surprised my own self. I started going crazy for short shorts and skirts, tight dresses, blouses and tops with deep cleavage.

The looks I got from men in metro or in the bus didn’t annoy me at all. In fact, they turned me on. And what’s more, the fact that I knew my students were checking me out as well, disturbed me most of all. I would notice guys staring at my cleavage, my legs underneath the table. They would even look down and wouldn’t hide the fact they were checking me out.

I would get embarrassed but it would only turn me on more and more each day. I would even unbutton more buttons on my shirts and wouldn’t wear a bra sometimes. The day that I remembered most of all in my teaching career I was wearing a white shirt that I unbuttoned quiet low. It was May and it got pretty hot in the class. On the button I was wearing a skirt that made my beautiful wide hips outstand for all. I wasn’t wearing nor a bra, nor stockings. That day the movie hall was full. Most of the students were sitting in the front rows. Only two bad guys from detention sat on the same row as me. The movie began and I’ve seen it millions of times. So I simply started day-dreaming about the prince-charming. Though at the same time I was thinking about the student who was answering the question during exam… The moment I bent down on the table he looked at my tits so boldly and it seemed like he saw the whole tit. That thought made my face red, but I knew in the dark hall no one would see it. Just as well as no one would see that my nipples started getting harder from my immodest thoughts. And right that moment I heard someone whispering on my left ear:

“Miss Rouget, can I take a leave? I need to use the bathroom.�

It was one of the detention students and he wanted to pass through me because I was on his way to the door.

“Yes, sure.� – I answered and felt him trying to push his way between me and the chairs. I was so sure there was plenty of space for him to walk through but instead he pushed himself against me. His hips were rubbed against my bum and then he push his hand on my hip.

“Oops, mam. Sorry.� He said that and escaped the movie hall within a few seconds. In like five minutes he came back. And this time he pushed against me a bit harder and put both of his hands on my hips.

“Sorry, I almost fell.� The bold guy was talking absolute lie and I felt him slightly squeezing my hips. While I was thinking what to tell him he has already returned back to his seat. I got the strange feeling. I felt I had to do something about it. That young bold guy needed a serious conversation on how to behave with ladies. But you know, on the other hand some languor overtook my body… my body which was longing for caresses.

“May I?� I heard a whisper. Before I answered I felt his hands on my hips. “Are you uncomfortable?� he whispered even more quietly.

“No, its ok, go ahead.� I whispered I don’t know why. Right that moment he squeezed me against the desk with projector. This teenager’s hands stayed at my hips and I felt something really hard pressing against my bum.

“What are you doing?� I yelled at him.

“I wanted to see how this thing works, the projector… and you said it was okay.� He said that without a slight excuse, he took his hand away and put it on the projector.

“This button right here… what is it for?� and he squeezed himself tighter against my bum. His left elbow touched my chest and I could feel his hard stud even through my skirt and his pants.

“This… this button shows how much film is left to play. Green means there is more film, red means the film is about to finish.

“How much is left now?�

“Like 25 minutes� and I felt him swinging back and force… and his hand touched my tit.

“That means we got enough time?�

I could tell what his ironic phrase meant but I couldn’t resist him any longer. My nipples got hard under the influence of his fingers. My body betrayed my consciousness and liked what he was doing to it.

“Don’t… please don’t� I whispered and felt I couldn’t resist my desires. My student’s hand got underneath my skirt and touched my bear leg while his second hand squeezed my tits and my hard nipples. I tried to think about the fact that it was wrong and we could get caught. I even tried to escape. But what could I do? Nothing! I don’t know why but I even got the stupid funny thought that the only way to stop the guy was to turn on the light. And I decided to stop on the thought that I wanted it to finish soon and no one to find out. And surely I wanted to be pleased. It’s been such a long time since I had it. And there I felt him pulling up my skirt. It was a tight skirt and it took him some effort to pull it all the way up.

But he had no problems with my panties. I helped him out. My shirt was already unbuttoned by that time and my hard nipples almost flashed in the dark.

“Do you like it?� said the guy and stuck his hand between my legs. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep myself from moaning. God, it was wet!

“Ms Rouget, you are so wet, like you’re some horny girl!� and he stuck his finger inside my vagina.

“Mmmm…� that was the only thing I could pronounce. I started massaging my tits.

“Ms Rouget, do you want me to drive my dick inside you?�

I turned red because I realized that I wanted it. I understood that his finger inside me wasn’t enough for my pussy and that I wanted to be fucked just like that almost in front of the whole class. After all I wanted to reach an orgasm!

“I didn’t hear your answer?� – and the guy said it into my ear like a cruel sneer. His hands were all over my tits and his dick head was pressing against my pussy lips.

“So?� – he asked me again.

“Yes…� - I whispered.

“Yes. “Yes� what? Finish your phrase. I want to hear you say the whole thing.� He was torturing me.

I wanted it so bad. I didn’t care for the words. I wanted to feel dick inside me. I wanted to reach on orgasm. And everything I have done by that time was already so much that saying some words was nothing. And I said:

“Yes, I want to be fucked. I want you to fuck me. I want your dick inside me.� – He quietly laughed and shoved in his penis really fast. His wasn’t so big, but I didn’t need anything bigger back than. I needed hi to keep on moving inside me. He tried as hard as he could. He fucked me harder and harder and he squeezed my nipples. I even started making upward moves and making moans. All I needed was a few moments to get to the pleasures. And the moment came really fast. I curved like a cat and came. That lustful teenage guy was fucking me from behind. He was digging my pussy with his dick and his hands grabbed and slapped my ass. Juices were flowing down from my vagina. And finally the hot shot of sperm shot inside me, and my body started shaking in orgasm.

I was exhausted and lied down on the desk with my shirt unbuttoned, my skirt up high showing my ass and my legs wide apart… Shameless! The huffed and puffed up guy left his post and I heard another voice.

“So what, bitch? Are you ready to take one more?� and another dick shoved inside me. That one was bigger and I felt it right away. It belonged to the friend of the first rapist. In the overwhelming passion I totally forgot that there was the third student sitting at the same row…

The second guy was so hard and horny from the show so he fucked me without any foreplay or anything like that. He was saying:
“I see one dick is not enough for you?�

My wet pussy had no problems taking him inside and, to be honest, I actually felt pleasure from the thought I could serve few men at a time. I started getting to my second orgasm.

“Now, Ms Rouget, suck it!� – the student said it so fast and pulled me down on the floor. Before I realized anything I was already standing on my knee. He grabbed my head and pushed his dick inside my mouth. He was pushing my head up and down with one hand and with his second he was touching my tits.

“Shit! Her tits are so fucking juicy, man! And she sucks like a pro.� He was talking like it was hard for him to breath. He was telling this to the third guy who was starring at us. The third guy said:

“Yeah, I can tell she sucked at least a hundred of cocks.�

He pulled down his jeans and I had to suck one cock while jerking another. The guy with the big fat dick came first. The sperm shot in my throat and I almost chocked, but I swallowed it. He kept on moving it inside my mouth until I sucked it all till the very last drop. Sure, I have nothing against blow jobs. It even turns me on… but back than I needed the third wave of concupiscence because they have turned me on so bad. One hand slowly went down on my body and reached my clit. I started caressing myself.
Unfortunately the third guy noticed that. The student whom I was jerking said:

“Look at her! She’s been fucked twice and she still wants more. What a slot! Give me your tits, Ms Rouget.� And he started moving his dick on my lips and then on my tits. My tits are very sensitive and when they are being touched, especially if it’s a dick, I get turned on and out of my mind. The guy got his wet dick between my tits and started moving it. The dick head was right at my face. I couldn’t take it too long and had my third orgasm. He cum as well: salty drops of his sperm covered my face and my tits. I licked off that some on my lips.

“What does the red button mean?� said one of the guys and that made me wake up right away. I came back to my senses and pushed him away. I had only a minute to clean up the mess and put on my clothes while the titles were still playing.

I put on my clothes and stuck my wet panties in my purse. I wiped off my face and turned on the light. Students slowly left the hall. I hoped no one saw anything and no one heard those moans. But I caught one look at me, And only in the toilet when I looked at myself in the mirror I saw that I didn’t button up all the buttons and that my pink nipple was sticking out.

Those hooligans and I had a few more adventures but not as exciting as that first time in the movie hall. In half a year I got married and left that town.

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Shy teen masturbates on her bed

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Important information for Sara is, she is 20 years old, in college, and she is studying accounting. Her favorite color is blue and she has not had a boyfriend or lover in over two years. This is how she spends her time when she isn’t reading her schoolbooks or shopping with friends. She told us she is horny all the time but too shy to approach boys and she does not have enough time to date. What a pity.

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Erotic Dream

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There was smoke where none should be. A smell arouse and deepened.
It was an unidentified smell. Sweetness and bitterness combined. It laid heavy
in the air like a wet rag. The air moved around and swirled down at her feet.
She tried desperately to look through the smoke, but was unable to even see her feet any
longer. She wasn’t fearful, but rather at peace and rather aroused. She knew
instinctively that she was naked. She continued walking through the smoke as it
enveloped her like warm hands. In thinking about warm hands, they soon
appeared. Long delicate fingers gently reaching out from and through the smoke to
caress her. Again, she tried desperately to look through the smoke. A small
clearing appeared and she instinctively laid down. The ground was covered with the
softest layer of rose petals. She moved the petals over her body inhaling their
musky aroma. The aroma filled her completely and made her head grow foggy. She
felt warm heat starting at her toes. The heat slowly traveled like a snake up and
around her bodies, placing its head between her legs. She looked down and saw a
snake’s head nestled between her legs. Again, she had no fear. She reached
down and the snake’s head turned into a women.

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Brea was very much aware on one level that she was dreaming, and yet the dream felt so
real. The snake with the women’s head was so beautiful with long brown hair and
emerald eyes. The emerald eyes winked as the snake women lowered her head between
Brea’s thighs. She felt the tongue reach out and slide between her slit. Brea
arched her back causing the tongue to penetrate deeper. Slowly the women’s arms
formed and an elegant firm body to match. It was as if the snake had shed its skin
allowing the women to come forth. The women reached up and took each one of Brea’s
breasts into her hands. She cupped them and held them, slowly massaging them
together. Brea ran her fingers through the women’s hair, eventually pulling her head
to hers. Brea wanted to taste the women’s mouth ensuring that it was real. The
women still had the tongue of a snake as it penetrated Brea’s mouth. She kissed her
deeply and passionately holding the women tightly in her arms. The women’s tongue
metamorphosed into human. The women slipped from Brea’s grip, nuzzling her
breasts.

Brea sprinkled the rose petals over both of their bodies, again breathing in their
aroma. Brea ran her fingers over the women’s body tenderly pinching and squeezing
her flesh. The women felt wonderful. Her skin was so soft and firm. Brea
squeezed her butt and then ran her fingers between the women’s thighs. Her finger
swam inside the women’s juices. Brea played with the wet pussy, occasionally
slipping her fingers inside feeling the other women’s heat. Her dream lover
responded by moving her fingers down Brea’s slit and playing with her wet valley. As
they continued playing with each other, Brea moved her mouth down the women’s body
capturing one of her firm breasts. She nuzzled the breasts, placing the nipple
between her teeth. Gently she chewed as she sucked the nipple to hardness,
groaning
with pleasure pressing Brea’s head closer. Brea shifted her body, causing the women
to move to her side. Brea ran her hands over the women’s firm body as the women
continued sucking on Brea’s tits. The women’s skin was soft and supple, and yet some
how felt unreal. The dream shifted and Brea was no longer laying besides the women.

The women was behind Brea as she was kneeling on all fours. The women had her
fingers up inside Brea’s tight ass whole, while she pumped a vibrator inside Brea’s wet
hot cunt. Brea groaned with pleasure as this women played with her. Brea moved
back, rubbing her firm ass across the women’s tummy. The women slapped her bottom
and pushed her away. Being slapped felt so good, and soon Brea’s hot juices were
running down her legs. Again, Brea nuzzled her dream women with her butt, and yet,
again she was slapped. The women bent over Brea’s butt and bit the tender cheek.
Brea groaned with pleasure. This women knew how to make her cum and she was
so very close. Brea rode the vibrator hard and fast as she felt the orgasm ripple
through her body. The dream shifted as she came, spraying her hot juices over the
women’s fingers. The shirt was not surprising. Brea was holding the women in
her arms, as she ran her finger’s down the women’s wet slit. It was time to make the
women come. Brea nuzzled the women’s breasts as she sucked on the taught nipples.
Her hands stroked and moved over the women, wanting to consume every inch of her.
Her dream angle responded by getting so very wet. Brea moved her finger’s
down her dream women’s slit, caressing her inner folds. She slipped her fingers into
her hot welcoming hole. Within the women, Brea felt something and gently pulled in
out. Inside the women was a silk scarf. Brea moved the scarf between the dream
women’s legs, capturing her essence and smell. She brought the scarf to her nose and
breathed in deeply. The aroma filled Brea’s body, igniting small flames throughout.

Brea pulled the women close, pushing their mouths together. The kiss was gentle
and yet, demanding. The kiss filled them completely and left them both spinning.
The spinning deepened, as Brea spun away from the women. Her arms reached
demanding to hold on. She spun faster and faster, the blackness closing in.
Soon she was enveloped inside the darkness and the darkness was one with her.
She still felt the women’s warm hands on her and the wetness between her legs, but
somehow she was… within her lover… she was no longer touching outside. She
still felt the women’s arms around her firm shoulders, but she was within her lover.
Her lover had consumed her whole… Brea’s world started spinning…
she was surrounded by many arms, breasts and wet pussies. She reached over to
suck and touch each one, wanting to find the perfect one for her. She was so
engrossed in the pussies, she didn’t notice she was falling… down… down…

She opened her eyes and look around. The sun had not yet risen. She curled
around the warm body next to her, and swept Camie’s hair out of her face. Brea was
surprised that it was just a dream. She ran her finger’s between her legs as she
remembered the orgasm she had experienced. Her fingers slipped into the wetness and
were pulled deeply into the confines of her wet pussy. Camie stirred in her sleep,
moving her arms to embrace Brea. One eye opened and Camie smiled, “Are you
playing with yourself?” “No”, Brea responded “I am just keeping
it warm until you wake up!”. Camie smiled as she reached down and nestled her
fingers over Brea’s wet box. Brea was so hot and horny. Her dream primed her
for more. Camie sunk her finger’s deep inside Brea. Brea wiggled with
pleasure. “Does this mean you want me to fuck you?” A response was
not necessary as Brea pulled Camie’s face to hers. There kissed deepened with the
yearnings of their bodies. Their hands roamed over their naked bodies. The map
was worn and known, but still excited the travelers. Camie brought her face down and
pulled one of Brea’s firm breasts into her mouth. She sucked hard and long, feeling
Brea wiggle. Together acting as one, the dove their fingers between each other’s
legs. They held each other and road each other long and hard.

After they orgasmed together, Brea snuggled with Camie. Brea closed her eyes and
started spinning again, into the darkness where her dream lover waited.

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Hidden Cam Of Teen Girl Anita Taking A Shower

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Anita may look sweet and innocent but this bitch really pissed me off. I had been sweet talking her for a few months hoping to get in and get me some of that pussy and I really thought I had a chance. But instead she started inviting me over to fix a bunch of stuff around her house because I am pretty handy with a tool belt. The last straw was when she asked me to put up a new medicine cabinet in her bathroom, but she didn't really ask me, she hinted around enough times until I volunteered to do it; I HATE THAT SHIT! What I don't hate is putting up cameras in, bitches like this, bathrooms! And this one is a good one, it is well placed and she never knew it was there. Smile for the camera Anita, now we all know what you are hiding under those clothes.

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Movie Gallery From Inter Ass

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She never knew sex could be like this! She'd had sex with ordinary men in the past, but she's never known anyone who could plow her backfield and fill her with so many pleasurable sensations that she saw stars! It was the greatest fuck of her life and she couldn't even manage words to describe how she was feeling!

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Hot MILF Shows Off

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Now here is something you just don’t see all the time on adult sites. This cute chubby blonde teen girl is not the type you would think of as a model. As a matter of fact this is exactly the type of girl you could run into while walking down the street. Here is a naturally beautiful girl showing off her timid, but sexy body

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Redhead Teen Rides The Cock

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Toma just does not give up that tight little pussy of hers without a fight! It isn’t that she doesn’t enjoy hard cocks; it is just that she likes to make guys work for it and that is exactly what our guy has to do to tap this pretty teens strawberry pussy. She smiles the entire time he is struggling to get both of their pants off and hold the camera while she pushes and bites and does whatever she can to make things more difficult. But once his cock is in-between her lips this girl turns into the total cockhound she naturally is. She sucks and fucks him with abandon and eats his cum at the end!

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Weekend Romp

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She flies in for a weekend romp and he is anxiously waiting for her at the airport. Their eyes meet as she’s walking up the jetway and he sees that she’s wearing a very sexy short skirt, tight-fitting top and heels. He grins knowingly as she slips into his arms and he pulls her body very tightly against his. She feels his hardening cock jutting against her stomach and presses her pubic bone into it. Before they release one another, their hands casually slide down over each other’s asses and give a gentle squeeze. Not caring if people are watching or if they’re blocking the path, they hold onto each other for a moment longer, then begin their journey.

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They jump into the rental car and as he’s driving to his apartment, she reaches over and slides her hand along his thigh, then buries her fingers in the heat gathered between his legs, and rubs his cock through his jeans. She can feel it swell and strain against the fabric, but now isn’t the time to release it. Not yet! He spreads his legs apart a little as he drives to allow her to move her hand down across his balls. She cups them in her hand and presses and fondles them as she pushes her fingers against his ass. They manage to get to his place without having an accident (schew!)…though their thoughts are on getting naked, not driving! Finally they make through the door and practically throw her stuff down - not worried about unpacking at the moment. Once again they are all over each other. He is curious to know if she’s as worked up as she looks to be, and he reaches down and hooks her leg over his arm, then lifts it up waist-high, and slides his hand along the underside of her thigh until his fingers find the wetness gathered in the crotch of her panties. Her pussy clenches involuntarily at his touch and she groans as a surge of heat rushes through her body. With a glint in his eye, he slides his hand back towards her knee, keeping it raised and splayed to the side, as he lowers himself so he can see the dark wet spot that’s growing in her crotch. With his other hand he slips a finger into the creamy wetness and pulls the fabric aside then begins his oral assault on her lips…tentatively flicking his tongue over them, burying his nose against her clit and breathing in the succulent scent. She pushes against his face and grabs the back of his head to steady herself. Her legs become weak as he probes her pussy and she wants to sink down onto the carpet and spread her legs further so she can savor the exquisite sensations he’s causing to engulf her whole body. However, he makes her stand there teetering on one spiked heel tip, clinging to him. She’s practically sitting on his face, then he swings her leg over his shoulder and plunges his fingers into her pussy while his teeth are nibbling and pulling on her clit. She pushes against his fingers as he moves them in and out, forcing them deeper with each thrust until she is screaming and panting for more. She feels the familiar tingling begin to build throughout her body until her cum starts spewing out around his fingers, coating his hand. He moves his mouth closer to drink it in before it can run down his arm and drip onto the floor. When he leans back to look into her eyes, she can see that his face is slick with a coating of shiny juice. In a husky voice, he tells her to sit on the couch. She moves to the couch and he hovers over her, leaning in with his face close to hers, and kisses her - letting her taste herself on his tongue. Their mouths devour each other as their tongues entwine, sucking and biting and savoring the flavor. While they are lost in their exploration, he pushes her back until she is lying on the couch - his body half covering hers. Her arms find their way around his body and she runs her hands along his sides, across his back, then down to squeeze handfuls of his ass while pulling his hard cock tighter against her. She works his shirt loose from his waist and pulls it up so she can rake her nails across his bare flesh.

He raises up and rolls her over onto her stomach then lifts her hips so she’s face-down on the couch with her ass in the air. He strokes her hips and back as he rubs his naked chest over her butt. He grips her panties with his teeth and pulls them down over her ass, licking and nibbling her skin as he goes. When they have descended to her thighs, he takes the panties in his hands and slowly slides them down the length of her legs, smearing the cum that is drenching them onto her. He lays them to the side and slides his body along her legs once more. He places his hands on her ass and spreads it apart then dives in to lick her entire slit. His tongue swirls around her ass as he pulls her open even more. She pushes back against his tongue and feels him penetrate that tight hole. She squeals at the sensation and can feel more cum bubbling out of her pussy. She moans that she wants his cock and begs him to give it to her. He whispers that his cock wants her too, but it needs to be slick before it will slide into her lovely, tight ass. She turns back over as he quickly undresses. Then he straddles her chest, jutting his cock against her chin. She gives the tip a tiny kiss then opens her mouth and with a sweep of her flared tongue, devours the cum that is pooling from his slit. He pushes it deeper into her hungry mouth and she sucks and licks and savors the feel of his soft skin as her hands knead his thighs and ass. His cock swells even more and she tries to draw it further down her throat . He doesn’t want to give her that sweet cream yet so he rolls off of her and repositions her with her ass in the air. He runs his cock along her crotch, dipping it briefly into her pussy - just enough to tease her, but then slides it along to her burning ass. He presses the tip against it and with a thrust, he penetrate the tight rim. She screams out and throws her head back and adjusts to the fullness she feels. Gently he works his cock deeper and deeper into her cavity, swirling her hips in circles to relax the inner walls. He can feel the tight constriction grip his cock and as he begins to move in and out, she matches his strokes, slamming hard against him, begging him to fuck her harder. He rolls his head back, letting a deep moan escape his lips, caught up in the delightful sensations coursing through his body and she feels him tremble. She hears his sharp intake of breath and knows that he are about to cum. Within moments she feels his cock throb and then his cum, like liquid fire, fills her. She shudders and screams as her ass convulses around his hot rod and the mixture of their fluids oozes out and runs over their bodies.

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Choking and Spreading For Cock

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She comes in, she poses her naked self all nice and sexy like and then our stunt cock Artur joins her. Ester did not know how this would turn out and she happily gobbles his cock without a care in the world. But as soon as Artur's cock gets good and hard he mercilessly bangs her throat. She gags and chokes as he hits it from all sort of different positions. Don't feel bad for this barely legal slut though because this rough fucking gets her so hot her pussy drips as he stuffs his manliness deep in her snug little asshole. He gags and gapes the hell out of her and she loves every second of it!

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