0 comments/ 16630 views/ 3 favorites Sexual Renaissance By: gorgeousgypsygirl This is based on a true story that happened to my friends and me at a regional Renaissance Faire. I didn’t intend for this story to be quite as long as it is (to get right to the ‘good’ scene, skip to the middle of page 2); however, some stories write themselves. Enjoy! Dierdre laughed to herself as she surveyed herself in the mirror. “What do you think?” she asked her friend Ciara, who stood nearby donning her own outfit. “I think you’d better put sunscreen on those, girl, or you’re going to have crispy cleavage for weeks.” “Probably so,” Dierdre agreed, looking straight down at her jiggling chest. Her 36D breasts were nearly pouring over the top of the corset that made up a good portion of her costume. She wandered to the bathroom to get her sunblock. Dierdre and Ciara, best friends who shared an apartment, were preparing for an annual ritual – the local Renaissance Faire. They, along with another girl, Maeve, had been going to this particular fair since they were 15 – seven years now – and somewhere along the line they had decided that dressing up was more fun than going as regular citizens. Because they all had distinctly Irish names, they decided to go as the three different original settlers of Ireland: the Firbolg or working class, the Milesians or warrior class, and the Tuatha de Danaan or priestly class. They weren’t distinctly ‘classes,’ of course, but the girls had been forced to say they were to sort out the different costumes. The original plan had been to rotate who played which role each year, but after the second year, they decided it was too much effort to remember who played what the year before and settled on permanent roles. Ciara instantly chose to play the wispy, willowy Tuatha de Danaan character, who wore flowing semi-transparent robes and had a wreath of flowers in her hair; Maeve selected the Milesian role and was thrilled to get to dress up in leather and carry weapons (privately, Ciara and Dierdre thought that it was a sort of female penis envy, as Maeve was a tiny girl); and Dierdre was perfectly happy playing the Firbolg wench, who dressed to offset her ample bosom and flirted with every guy who passed. Dierdre smiled to herself as she applied sunscreen to her chest. She loved the fact that she was single – most of the actors who worked these fairs were just as dirty-minded as herself and Ciara, and she loved having the opportunity to make passes at handsome men her own age. Ciara was single, too; but Maeve had a boyfriend this year. “Hey, when you’re done, can I borrow some of that?” Ciara asked from the other room. Even though her robes were long, they were quite thin and Ciara burned easily. “Sure,” Dierdre yelled back. “I think I’ll bring it with us, just in case Maeve forgets hers again.” Maeve was famous for being ditzy. “Probably a good idea.” In due time, the girls were done, and they happily meandered out to Dierdre’s car. They were meeting Maeve at the fair and knew they were going to be late, but they didn’t really care. When they pulled up to the fairgrounds and made it to the castle keep, Maeve was waiting. “Hey, can I borrow your sunscreen?” she asked Dierdre in greeting. Dierdre reached into her coin purse and handed it to her with a sigh. “Thanks.” Maeve slathered the cream over her body as they headed for the ticket booth. Even though the fair had already been open 20 minutes, there was still a line. Patrolling the line were some of the actors, including a young man whom Dierdre and Ciara instantly spotted. He was shorter – maybe 5’6”, and had sandy blond hair and an infectious grin. He was dressed in a black and tan kilt and tan sleeveless shirt and had a sack slung over his shoulder. A large sword hung down at his side, and, given the strength the girls could see in his arms, he was well able to wield it. “Check him out,” Ciara whispered to Dierdre. “I know, and he’s your height,” she responded. “Maeve, see him?” “Who? Where?” Maeve answered, standing on tiptoes. “Oh, well. I can’t flirt today anyway. Ron wouldn’t like it if I did, and I’d have to tell him.” Dierdre and Ciara rolled their eyes. “He’s coming for us!” Ciara squealed before becoming more sober so she could act innocently surprised. “Good dae, m’ladies,” the boy greeted them. “You dinnae think I was gonna let such beautiful lasses pass me by, did ye?” “I suppose not,” Dierdre answered for all the girls. Somehow, she always became the leader. “Pleased to meet you.” “Nae, the pleasure is all mine,” the obvious Scotsman answered as he made a sweeping bow. “William McLeod, at your service, and your names are?” “Dierdre,” she answered vaguely as William lifted her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss, his eyes locked to hers. She couldn’t believe they were already being hit on. William greeted the other two girls the same way, then promised to find them later and encouraged them to attend the living chess match that afternoon. The girls promised, not really knowing whether they would make it or not. They watched William continue down the line, greeting more guests with a friendly smile and hello. “He kissed my hand!” Ciara announced excitedly. “That’s never happened before!” Dierdre grinned as she headed to the counter to buy a ticket. “You’re so easily amused.” “Well, pardonez moi,” she flipped back. “It’s not like I’m the type that gets hit on everywhere I go.” Dierdre wanted to something with something modest, but she couldn’t. She knew Ciara was right. With her ample chest, long blonde hair and piercing green eyes, she had no problems attracting a man’s attention, although she always had thought her legs were her best feature. Ciara wasn’t ugly, though. She had blue eyes, with light brown hair and a smooth, creamy complexion that was nearly milk-white. The girls entered the park, each with their own agenda. Ciara and Dierdre had talked over their plans until theirs were able to coincide, but Maeve was obviously feeling a little left out. “What should we do first?” Dierdre asked, eyes roving the grounds for handsome men. “I want to get some henna done,” Maeve answered promptly. Ciara and Dierdre exchanged looks. They had grown out of such juvenile amusements many years back – if they were going to get a pattern put on their skin, they could get a tattoo – but Maeve always had the same plans as the year before. It was getting old. “All right,” Dierdre finally acknowledged. “Let’s head down to the gypsy camp.” As the girls walked, several actors nodded or bowed to them as they passed and they always nodded or curtseyed in response. Dressing up did have its advantages. When they came to the henna booth, Maeve began looking through the design books. Dierdre and Ciara knew from experience that this would take a while, even though she would always choose the same design as the year before, and they told her they were going to go find some place to have lunch after she got done. Maeve nodded her agreement, gave them some money to go buy her annual stock of incense, and returned to the obviously excruciating dilemma of selecting a pattern. The incense stand was only two stalls away, so Ciara and Dierdre quickly bought the sticks and returned with them to Maeve, who was still sifting through pictures. Dierdre and Ciara then walked the other direction. They didn’t make it far. “Pardon me, ladies, would you care to learn a new dance?” asked a nasally-sounding voice on their right. When the girls turned, they found a thin young man in a bell-laden shirt, with a buttoned-up vest, baggy pants, and skullcap surveying them eagerly. “Why not?” Dierdre returned charmingly. Even if this guy wasn’t cute, it would pass the time and others might stop and watch. “Wonderful, wonderful,” the man responded. “Right this way, then. My name is Nicolai. Not Nicholas or Nicole. Nicolai. But you may call me Nico-LYE.” “Nico-LYE,” the girls repeated. They were amused at this funny but charismatic little man. “Got it.” “Right, now, if you’ll step over here,” he indicated a line in the dirt. “You will learn the secret gypsy initiation dance.” The girls dutifully stood on the line while Nicolai and his minions recruited more guests to learn this secret dance. “You know Maeve will kill us for doing this without her,” Ciara mentioned. “Tough,” Dierdre replied with a toss of her head. “If she can’t grow up, she’ll have to live with the consequences.” “True,” Ciara admitted. “And she did say she wasn’t going to flirt today.” “I know… what’s up with that, anyway?” “I don’t know. I never had a problem with flirting while I had a boyfriend.” “Same here. I mean, you know my belief, that you can look at the painting…” “…as long as you don’t take it off the wall,” Ciara finished for her. It was a well-known fact that Dierdre was somewhat of a tease. She had driven many guys to the breaking point before revealing to them that she had a boyfriend. “That’s right.” At that point, Nicolai deemed he had enough victims for his little dance, so he proceeded to teach a silly little thing that got everyone laughing. It was a simple, four-step pattern that included sound effects and ended with everyone shaking their bodies as hard as they could – so their bells would ring, Nicolai said. He was the only one wearing bells. “Now you have learned the secret gypsy initiation dance,” he ended. “You are now officially gypsies. If you step over here, I will give you a small sage sachet. If you wear it today, the sheriff will not be able to arrest you.” Dierdre and Ciara shared another look. One of their annual rituals was to get one or the other of their group thrown in the local jail, where one had to remain for 15 minutes. This year, the obvious victim was going to be Maeve. “Just watch her throw her money around trying to get us arrested,” Ciara giggled devilishly as the girls received their sachets and pins. “Pin me?” “I know. She’s always bragging about how her parents still give her money. Did you see inside her bag when she gave us that dollar for the incense? She must’ve had a hundred bucks in there!” “I didn’t see that, but it doesn’t surprise me. She’ll never grow up if her parents don’t stop treating her like a child. Want me to pin you now?” “Sure. We’ve got to find a way to be on our own today, or she’s going to have us going into every stall in this entire village to look for something stupid like a new cape. I mean, I enjoy dressing up and all, but only one day a year!” “Yup. There, you’re all pinned. And there’s a place right there where we can get some lunch. What do they have?” “Looks like bread bowls of potato soup or mac and cheese,” Dierdre answered, peering at the board on the front of the building. “Ooh, mac and cheese. Split one with me?” “Sure, but I guess we better go see if Maeve’s done. I’d love to lose her now, but she still has my sunscreen.” “Oh, that’s right. Ok.” The girls headed back toward the henna booth just as Maeve was standing up, her right shoulder adorned in a Celtic cross. “Got the usual, eh?” Dierdre asked. “Yeah, I just couldn’t see anything that I really wanted more. Plus, it looks good on me,” Maeve responded with her traditional air of self-righteousness. “Yup. Hey, can I get my sunscreen back?” Dierdre requested. “Oh, yeah, I forgot I had it,” Maeve said, sorting through her bag until she came up with the right item. “Did you find a place for lunch? I’m starving!” Ciara and Dierdre shared another look. ‘Starving’ for Maeve meant maybe a dozen bites of food. She wasn’t anorexic or anything, she just never ate much. When she did, she became violently ill. “Yeah, we found a stand right down the way a bit,” Ciara said as she began walking. “Potato soup or mac and cheese in bread bowls.” “Yummy!” Maeve exclaimed, much to the embarrassment of the other two. “Race you down there.” “OK,” Dierdre answered. Maeve took off. “What time is it?” Ciara asked. Dierdre’s one concession to modern life was a watch so they wouldn’t miss the shows. “Ummm, ten till noon,” she answered. “We’ll probably see the parade while we eat.” “I thought so,” Ciara nodded. “Then we can go watch the joust.” “The joust with Maeve. That oughta be fun,” Dierdre said, irony dripping in her voice. “You’re mean!” “Truth hurts. Want me to order the food while you go get us some drinks?” “Sure. What do you want to drink?” “Just get me a bottle of water. Don’t want to dehydrate.” “OK. See you in a minute.” Dierdre got in line and joined her friends at a nearby bench several minutes later. “Where’s yours?” Maeve instantly asked Ciara. “We’re sharing.” “Oh,” Maeve said, returning to her potato soup. The answer obviously depressed her, because she was silent for several minutes and actually ate the majority of her soup. The other two, who were raving about their own dinner, hardly noticed that Maeve had eaten so much. The parade did, in fact, pass while they ate, and the girls noticed several handsome actors in the procession, including one dressed in blue and black. “Damn,” Dierdre muttered, making the word into two syllables and mentally vowing to herself to find him later. Ciara poked her with a fork. “Keep your tongue in your mouth.” “Shup. I saw you eyeing him, too.” “Guilty as charged. You ready to go to the joust?” “The joust?” Maeve chimed in. “What time is it? I want to get my good seat!” “Relax,” Dierdre replied. “It doesn’t start for another 10 minutes.” “TEN MINUTES?” Maeve shrieked. “My seat will be gone!” With that, the wee warrior dashed away, leaving the more stately two behind to clean up and hope that Maeve found her seat empty, but with no other seats nearby. Their wishes were granted. Maeve was wedged in between two families with children, but she waved enthusiastically to her friends as they planted themselves in a shady spot beneath a tree. “We’ll still be able to hear her,” Ciara commented as the riders took the field. Sure enough, moments later, a shrill screech from their rear announced to their ears that Maeve’s shouting was just as annoying as ever. “Shoulda brought earplugs,” Dierdre joked. “Some for the horses, too.” Ciara giggled. “You’re awful today!” “Can’t help it. She brings out the bitch in me.” The joust ended in due time, with the finale – a ‘fight to the death’ – to be staged at 5 o’clock. Dierdre and Ciara had dutifully shouted for their knight and hadn’t noticed that Maeve’s shrieking had been silenced halfway through the program. They rose and turned to find her in the stands, only to see an empty spot where she had been. The family that had been to Maeve’s left was still there. “Excuse me,” Dierdre asked the mother. “Do you know what happened to the girl who was sitting here?” “Oh, you must be the ones she was talking about. She’s quite sick. She’s in the privy, right over there. You might want to take her home.” “Thanks,” Ciara replied as they headed for the bathrooms. “I guess she ate too much,” Dierdre reflected as they reached the privies. “I’ll go in. I know your weak stomach, and if she’s throwing up, I don’t want you to join her.” “Sounds fantastic to me,” Ciara said, turning slightly green at the thought. “I’ll wait here. I hope she doesn’t need a ride home.” “We’ll see,” Dierdre said, girding up her loins and entering the small bathroom. “Maeve?” “Dierdre?” a thin voice answered from the back stall. “Back here. I think I ate too much.” “You did eat a lot of that soup,” Dierdre responded as she knocked on the proper door. “Can I come in?” The door was unlatched and Dierdre peered in to see Maeve leaning against the wall, still looking rather ill. “Are you going to be ok?” Dierdre asked. “Do you need a ride home?” “No, I think I’ll be able to drive myself, but I do think I need to go home. I don’t think I need to be out in the sun all afternoon.” “Probably wise,” Dierdre commented, trying to keep a sympathetic face while her heart leaped for joy. “We don’t want you getting sick in someone’s shop or something.” “Yeah,” Maeve mourned. “I might come back tomorrow, though. You gonna come back tomorrow?” “We’ll see. Don’t know if I can afford it.” “Oh. Well, I think I’m feeling a little better now.” “Ok. Ready to come out then?” “I think so.” Dierdre guided Maeve to the sink, where she cleaned up and washed out her mouth with the last of her bottled water. She was still holding her stomach, but seemed to be stable. They walked back into the sunlight and found Ciara waiting. “You gonna be all right?” she asked Maeve. “Yeah, just make sure I get to my car, ok?” “Sure,” the girls agreed, sharing an ecstatic look. “At least, we’ll take you to the gate. We can’t go out, you know. But give us a call when you get home so we know you’re ok.” “Thanks, guys,” Maeve looked relieved, and the other two felt slightly guilty at how they felt. “No problem,” Ciara answered. They took Maeve to the front gate and watched as she lurched her way to her car. “I do hope she’ll be all right,” Ciara said gently. “I feel kinda guilty now about some of those things we said.” “I don’t,” Dierdre pointed out. “You didn’t hear her ask me if we were planning on coming back tomorrow, because that’s what she wants us to do.” “Really? How on earth are we supposed to afford that?” “Exactly,” Dierdre said as Maeve disappeared into the parking lot. “Anyway, where to now?” “I dunno. Let’s just wander and see who we can see.” “Like your little McLeod friend?” “Shup!” Ciara giggled and pretended to be upset. Dierdre turned away and began walking, pretending to be offended as well. Ciara quickly caught up and the two began wandering aimlessly around the park. About half an hour later, they entered a shady grotto and passed two of the actors who were talking near a tree. The girls barely noticed that one of them was the man in blue and black they had drooled over during the parade. They continued their stroll until Dierdre noticed that they were being followed. She turned. “May we help you?” she asked before her breath was taken away. One of the men – for no other word would suffice, and they were at least the girls’ age – was the one she had been hoping would pay her some attention. He was clothed in black and blue tight leggings, black flowing shirt, blue vest, and black hat with blue and white feathers. He carried a gun in a holster on his hip and had a blue flagon of water over his shoulder. The flagon was stopped up with a cork that had a silver fleur-de-lis on the top. His body was sculpted like the ideal man of the Renaissance era – all the right muscles in all the right places – but his hands were small and white. His face was tanned, but not too deeply, and his blue eyes sparkled when they met Dierdre’s. “We are your guards,” the blue-and-black sex object said, making a deep bow. “You hired us, no?” “Ja,” said the other actor, a plump young man in black and yellow who was dressed somewhat like the handsome man. “Vee haf safed your lifes tvo time already.” “Have you?” Dierdre said, her eyes locked on the Frenchman’s. “I suppose we better keep you around then. What will we owe you for this service?” “Zat depends on how good you sink our service ees,” he answered, and Dierdre felt her insides flutter. This was definitely going to be the best Renaissance Faire ever. “What do you think?” she asked Ciara. “Should we let them guard us?” Ciara looked over at Dierdre, a matching twinkle in her eye. “If you think they’ll do a good job, sure.” “Oh, I think they’ll do a wonderful job, won’t you?” “Ja,” replied the German. “Vee vill do ein vunderbar job, ja, Philippe?” “Oui, we will, Dieter. Oh, watch out!” Philippe sprang in front of Dierdre as another costumed actor approached. “You do not want zis villain near you. We weel protect you.” Sexual Renaissance As she ran her fingernails slowly along his cock, their kiss broke, and Dierdre felt a shiver run through Philippe’s body. She kissed him gently, once more, before climbing off his lap. Philippe was sitting on his knees, his penis as erect as a Royal Guard before Buckingham Palace. Dierdre was a girl who loved to suck a guy’s penis. She loved the taste of a man’s cum, and she loved sucking him just to the breaking point and watching him go over the edge on his own. She considered herself quite an expert in the field and was more than eager to try her methods on Philippe. She curled herself in front of him and reached around his body to grab his butt. At the same time, she took his penis in her mouth and plunged her head down to the base, swallowing his cock whole. A low moan escaped Philippe’s lips, and he rocked backward, nearly falling into the wall of the tent. Dierdre smiled. He was going to be a good suck. “Why don’t you lean over here?” she asked, pointing to the pile of clothes against one side of the tent. Philippe obliged, then braced himself for Dierdre’s return. She didn’t make him wait long; however, instead of swallowing his entire penis at once, she took her time making it to the bottom. She began at the head, moistening it with her tongue in a slow circle while massaging the rest of his organ with her hand. In this manner she continued, swallowing one inch at a time, making sure his entire penis was coated in warm saliva as she made it back to the base. Philippe watched her as much as he could, but when she got near the bottom, he dropped his head back, closed his eyes, and moaned in agony. Once at the base, Dierdre began applying suction to his penis and pressed her tongue into the sensitive vein on the bottom. At the same time, she took the hand that had been pumping and began to massage his testicles, treating each one as if it were a delicate egg. She continued this motion with her hand as she sucked her way back to the end of his cock. She applied extra suction to the head, inserting her tongue into his hole and slurping up the pre-cum that had begun to leak out. She popped the penis out of her mouth and lowered her head to her hands, taking his balls in her mouth one at a time and sucking on them as well. Philippe was in obvious ecstasy, his hands clenching wads of clothing and his mouth open and panting. Dierdre smiled and returned to his cock. When she took him in her mouth this time, she moved more quickly and raked her teeth along his length as she swallowed him whole. Philippe sucked in his breath and arched his back, jamming his penis deep in her throat as he did so. “Oh, God,” he moaned. Dierdre knew he needed to come, so she began to move her head back and forth along his entire dick, sucking slightly harder with each pull and still massaging his balls with her hands. Philippe’s chest began to heave, and he licked his lips to keep them from drying out while he panted. Dierdre watched his face for the tell-tale sign that he was nearly there, all the while moving faster and harder. About the time she thought he was getting pretty close, she reached up with her free hand and pinched his nipple firmly, then raked her fingernails down his stomach. One more slurp of his penis and Dierdre saw what she loved to see: Philippe’s eyes rolled back in his head and his teeth gritted to keep from screaming. She had felt his balls draw up into his body a while ago, signifying they were being prepared to blow a load. Dierdre ran her mouth to the head of his penis and squeezed the base with her hand. It was enough. With a stifled cry, Philippe shot hot streams of semen into Dierdre’s eager mouth. She perused his face as she concentrated on swallowing it all, watching the pain bleed out and contentment seep in. She didn’t miss a drop, and expertly used her hands to milk the last creamy white trickle out of him. He looked down at her with a sigh. She smiled back at him. “Damn,” it was his turn to say. “I have nefer had so good een my life.” “Let’s see if you can give as good as you get,” Dierdre flashed back, along with a smile. Philippe raised an eyebrow and slithered off his leaning post to lie underneath Dierdre. “Seet on my face,” he directed, and Dierdre wasn’t about to object. She positioned her vagina over his mouth, and he grabbed her butt and lowered her onto a protruding tongue. It was Dierdre’s turn to moan. Philippe obviously could give as good as he got, because with the first flick of his tongue, he encompassed her entire slit and ended with her clit. She shuddered, then stifled a scream as Philippe literally bit her clitoris with his teeth. The sensation was nearly overwhelming, so when Philippe proceeded by diving his tongue back into her depths and sucking on Dierdre’s labia, it was enough to send her into a quaking orgasm. She fell to her elbows as her body was wracked with spasms, and she felt her hot juices flowing readily into Philippe’s equally steamy mouth. Ordinarily, she knew guys would quit at this point, but not Philippe. Each time he felt her begin to come down, he would rapidly flick his tongue back over her clit a few times and send her back over the edge. Dierdre lost track of how many times she came, but she presently found herself curled on the ground, tears streaming down her face from the blissful torture of multiple orgasms. She knew she had to screw him now. After this, there was no way she was leaving here without him cumming inside of her. She managed to worm her way off his face and lay on her back. Philippe lifted himself on top of her, and Dierdre knew he was ready to go. His lips were still glistening from eating her out, but when he lowered himself to her and inserted his tongue in her mouth, Dierdre felt her libido rise again. Philippe’s nearly erect penis was lying on Dierdre’s inner thigh, and he was rubbing it back and forth, pushing ever closer to her still-trembling vagina. Dierdre didn’t care. She wanted him, wanted him in her. She pushed him off. She’d never tried too many exotic positions before, and this certainly wasn’t the place to try many of them, so she simply placed her ankles on either side of his head before inviting him back down for another kiss. Philippe was obviously impressed with Dierdre’s flexibility, because his penis grew the last inch almost instantly. He rubbed it over her lustrous vagina, coating it with her again-flowing juices before pushing the head into her hole. As both of them watched his penis disappear into Dierdre’s warm mound, Philippe pressed his body hard against the backs of Dierdre’s legs, forcing her butt high in the air and rocking her backwards. With each new thrust, Philippe let out a soft grunt and soon closed his eyes. Dierdre wanted to do the same, but found herself fascinated with watching his penis slide in and out at ever-increasing speeds. She watched with great interest as her labia rose and fell, grew longer and shrank, with each drive. She loved seeing how slick Philippe’s penis was getting and how he let the end of his head peek out of her before each new plunge. She was getting close to the breaking point and moaned loudly, forgetting where she was. All at once, Philippe let all his weight rest on Dierdre’s legs, and he reached underneath them to grab her breasts, squeezing with all his might. He pounded his penis into her time and again, slamming his hips into hers and grunting mightily. At the fifth stroke, he shoved her so hard she nearly went over backward. “Fuck!” Philippe screamed as he came deep in Dierdre’s body. Dierdre could almost feel each new gush of semen filling her vagina and watched in awe as tiny dribbles oozed out of her hole and began to trickle into her pubic hair. Philippe seemed unable to move, and Dierdre wasn’t too uncomfortable, so she supported him as best she could until his penis shrank to the point that it was nearly back to what she supposed to be its normal size. Dierdre and Philippe were both drenched in sweat and sunscreen as he finally climbed off of her body, and she lowered her legs. They lay together, panting, for several minutes, before Dierdre realized that he had dozed off and thought to look at her watch. It was three-forty-five. He still had a couple of hours before he was required to be at the King’s Feast, and she had half an hour to get dressed and recover before she was supposed to meet with Ciara at the chess match. She sat up, smiled at the sleeping man, gathered her clothes, and sneaked to the next tent to dress. She had a great progress report for Ciara. Before she left, though, she went back in, woke him gently so he wouldn’t miss the feast, and wrote her number on his chest. She knew he’d call.