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The Castle Ch. 01

By: nisaea



-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. Also, some of the women in this story were "physically inspired" by some famous models. I give you the list here, but you can always make up your own images... (Vivian Heberlein, Angelica Bridges, Alexah Adams) -

It's been twenty minutes since I entered the Bergman Domain, and I've been following the riverside road since. The afternoon is beautiful, nothing waiting for me at the office, no cell phone with me: I have all the week to myself. But now, after driving two hours in the mountains, I find that I'm quite eager to arrive. One of my friend told me about this place two months ago, and it's only now that I found the time to go there and see it for myself. "This place is heaven on Earth for guys like us", he told me. By guys like us, he means single and young guys, probably implying overworked too. Since my father died 7 years ago, leaving me the head of his company at 20, I had only little time for myself, even less for a woman. This is why, Mike said, I should go and stay at the castle for a while. A castle, today?

And indeed, after a few more minutes of driving deeper into the woods, I see two climbing towers above the tree line. After a final ten minutes, I stop my car at the entrance. It is a castle, and not just by name: huge, I really mean huge. Probably as old as the mountains themselves, with that magical and somewhat eerie look: large gray stones and old dark brown wood along the large windows, both showing the signs of time on them. The main part of the castle seems to have 5 stories high, but the weird size of the windows might fool my judgment. Anyway, it's huge, even bigger than what Mike tried to tell me. But as I see a girl in a maid uniform walk down the stairs towards my car, I realize that I have no idea whatsoever about what lies within these walls. The only thing Mike said was: "If you like women, beautiful women I should add, you'll love this place." Is this some kind of... no, it couldn't be.

When I look at the maid, I smile at the twisted thoughts that just crossed my mind: she is indeed quite beautiful, but she's already past her forties. But I must admit that she must have been quite a beautiful woman once: the look in her eyes and her radiant smile are more than proof enough. And nothing about her uniform suggests any kind of sexuality. "Welcome to the Holmes castle, I'm Georgia. Do you have any luggage?" "Thank you and yes, I do; I'm Iann." While we silently climb the stone stairs, a young girl walks them down, flashing a polite but warm smile at me. Her face may be quite pretty, but under this drab uniform, I can't see anything that would spark life back into my first fantasy about this place. 

When Georgia brings me inside the Hall, I'm overwhelmed by the decor: 20 feet ceiling, gold inlays and crimson draperies to cover the dark wood of the entire room. As she invites me to sit down, the other maid comes back up and flashes another smile at me. Pleased yet surprised, I gladly smile back to her friendly greeting. When Georgia returns, she has with her some kind of pad and a pen. After asking me the usual question, she stops, looks straight at me and asks: 

"Who told you about this place?" 

"A friend, who came here two years ago." 

"What have you heard about this castle?" She asks, with a smile playing across her lips. 

"Not much, only... only that if I love beauty, I really should love this place. And, looking around in her and outside, I'm beginning to realize why. I really need some rest and relaxation." 

"Well," she answers with that same smile, "I sure hope you'll like your stay here. Wait a few minutes, I'll find someone to give you a tour." 

While waiting for that someone, hoping that it will be that young girl I saw earlier, I see her taking my luggage and climbing up a staircase. Well. Maybe not her. But it's Georgia that I see coming out of a door in the back of the room, motioning me to come with her. As I walk to the door, another maid gets out, extending her hand with a smile. Why is every body here smiling? 

"Hi there, I'm Isabel. So Iann, Georgia tells me that you've come here to admire beauty?" 

"Well... yes, I guess." 

"Come here then, and, most importantly, don't be shy." With that, she grabs my hand and pulls me inside. 

Don't be shy? What does she mean? And why is she so friendly with me? Not that I mind, quite the contrary. Before catching up with her, I look at her maid outfit. It does not show a square inch of skin more than the ones I saw before, but somehow it's a lot sexier. The fabric seems to be much thinner, hugging closely to her shape, which is quite remarkable. Hugging her hips and ass before spreading to a normal skirt, the black dress does the same thing with the rest of her body. The same kind of outfit, but quite a different effect. As we walk across the long corridor, I steal glances at the front of her dress, made from thick, opaque lace. Even though not an inch of skin is exposed below her neck, the way that the peculiar lace hugs her breasts is, to say the least, pleasantly intriguing. But as we reach the huge doors at the end, she asks me: 

"Are you ready to enter the Holmes castle?" 

"...yeah, sure." I have no idea why she asked me that, but I'm about to find out. 

When she opens the door, nothing special happens. But the atmosphere is clearly different. The same colors and princely decor, but somehow this is different, very different. The only person I see in the small room is a man, dressed for a beach party, walking towards another door. Suddenly, from the corridor by which he came, a woman's voice calls him: "Wait for me Alex, I'm coming." And indeed she's coming: a stunning brunette with thick curly hair flowing down her back, wearing nothing but a barely there bikini. When she sees us, she slows down and says: 

"Hi Vivian. And I to you, stranger." Coming to me, she takes me in her arms and squeezes me against her extraordinary breasts. "I hope we'll see each other again soon..." Running to catch Alex, she then disappears through the doors. 

"This is Mandy." Says Vivian. "Sorry if she couldn't stay longer and introduce herself. Sometimes, time is of the essence here." Without a word, I look back at Vivian and try to figure out what this place really is. 

"You won't discover anything if you want to stay here Iann. Want to move?" 

"Sure, why not?"

Walking to where they came from, we end up in a much bigger room, filled with people. As we sit down on a large couch, I can't help but to stare: another gorgeous brunette is sitting across the room, wearing nothing but a summer dress. I can see her blue eyes from here, sparkling like jewels above the smile she offers me. Under the thin dress are hidden two high breasts that quiver as she laughs with her friend. Talking to her is a tall redhead with, once again, amazing breasts, barely hidden by a silk camisole that doesn't even reach her navel. The only other thing covering her body is a small bikini bottom, which does nothing to hide the bulging curve of her pussy. With long and lean legs, she looks like a model, a model from my dreams. On the other side, my eyes only stopped at random, I see another woman, a grandiose woman, slowly walking across the room. Her thick mane of raven hair flowing freely to her waist, with green, feline eyes and a grace to match. Under the black bikini top she wears flowing pants that seem lighter than air. I simply stare at her until she walks through a door. 

Not realizing that I'm now staring at that door, I'm surprised to hear Vivian say: 

"That was Lucia, I can arrange for you to meet her if you like. I heard yesterday that she was here for a few weeks. Would you like that?" 

"Sure. But, pardon me if I'm direct, but what is this place? Even the maids are too beautiful to be true." 

After blushing slightly at my compliment, she begins to explain this whole castle, startling details after startling details. "Mr. Holmes was what you could call a new rich. His heritage turned out to be incredibly big. So he had this old castle restored and bought all the lands around. Since he was about forty years old and alone, he decided that he would pay to have company. Every body in the villages around thought him an old pervert: buying girls and prostitutes for his pleasures." 

As I follow her story, I can't help but be attracted by all those women walking by, accompanied or not. But I listen carefully nonetheless, intrigued by this old perv. 

"Stay with me Iann! " She giggles as I look back at her. "After a few years, Mr. Holmes had chosen a few favorites, about 10 in all, to live with him at all times. And, far from being a pervert, Mr. Holmes offered those girls a life of pure luxury. Also, and that's what no one new in his time, all the girls were homeless girls from the cities, where his numerous agents searched for such girls. But don't worry, none was younger than 17 or so that's what we're told. And none were forced to have sex with him if they didn't want to. Anyway now, years later and with Mr. Holmes long dead, his inheritors were told to use this place as a temple for beauty, as they call it, and transform this place into some kind of hotel." 

"And what about the homeless girls?" I asked, intrigued about this surprising fact. 

"Well, since today the administrators could not simply choose the most beautiful girls and leave the rest, they build a huge house a few kilometers further in the forest for them. They have all the help they can get, with professionals there to help them if need be. And of course, the most beautiful of them are invited to come here if they wish a little company..." 

"This is crazy..." 

When she sees my smile, she answers: "I knew you'd like it. But for now, take off your jacket or something. You look way too formal for this place. And please, once again, don't be shy. The girls here are probably wondering why you're sitting so far away from me after all this time." 

Looking at me straight in the eyes when she says that, and I just can't refuse the invitation. Sliding on the couch, I close the gap between us, feeling her thigh against mine. 

"God, I hope you're not always as shy!" As she takes my left arm in her hand, she moves it back across her shoulders and turns me towards her. "So, do you think my thighs are not good enough for you?" Shaking my head slowly as a wide grin spreads on my face, I place my free hand on her thigh and boldly slide it up under her skirt. When I reach the top of her stockings and feel her skin, I laugh and say: 

"This is simply too good to be true. And all the girls here like this kind of environment? I mean, not to appear shy, doesn't this kind of sexual tension bother you?" Right now I was trying to make her talk so I could catch my breath...

"Hmmm, a lot of the guests ask that on the first day. Silly society and it's misconceptions... slide your hand a few inch higher, Iann." When I do, I don't reach the tight panties I was expecting, but her bush, burning hot with arousal. 

Trying not to let my excitement show through my words, I say: "Pleasantly surprised, but this could be part of some weird dress code or something..." 

"God you're hard to reach. Could this be part of some dress code?" Leaning towards me, she whispers in my ear: "Won't you push those fingers in or will I have to do it?" 

Keeping her close to me, I find her hole beneath the hot folds and slide my fingers in the obvious wetness that covers her sex. When she moans in my ear, I know that this is no fake: she's really enjoying this. After a while, I slowly stop and pull my fingers out. After taking a sniff of her sex, I slip them in my mouth and lick them clean to her obvious pleasure. 

"Damn! Oh Iann, I'm so sorry that I can't be the one you choose." 

"The one I choose?" 

"Yes, usually the guests choose a girl to spend their stay here. It's my second year here and next year, I'll be with these girls, waiting for some new guy over there. But for now, I'm only a regular maid." She finishes with a sigh and sad eyes... How to resist?

"What if I don't choose anyone?" 

"Some guests don't, but very few. They're usually attracted to some girl like you were to Lucia. When the attraction is mutual, the guest learns it quickly enough and they usually spend all there time together." 

"You mean that those women could be attracted to the guys that come here?" After what seemed to be a shy smile, she tells me another secret: 

"That's the real secret. I don't know if you've noticed the few men that walked in here, but if you did, you probably noticed that they were all quite handsome. Just like you are. Isn't it funny?" Another giggle, bringing the sparks back into her eyes. 

"What's funny?" 

"Instead of beautiful girls, this place now only selects handsome and interesting men to please the residents. The whole goal of this castle is to offer a place for those women to live in peace." 

"Live in peace, but why?" 

"What do you think happens when a woman like Lucia walks on the street or in a mall?" 

"She attracts a lot of stares." Somehow my minds begins to understand this place. 

"Yes, but sometimes much more than that. So they come here to rest or to live depending on what they feel like." 

I lean back in the couch, my hand now safely away from her thighs, thinking about this weird place. After a while, enjoying Vivian's caresses on my face and hair, I look at her: 

"Is there anything else I should know about?" 

"Well, each of the resident have a small pet name, but it's terribly discourteous to ask what it is. They will tell you if they like you enough." 

"Ok, I'll keep that in mind. Do you know where my room is?" I think I'll need time to adjust too this place...

"Ok then, follow me. " As I follow her up the stairs, I receive quite a few smiles from unbelievable beauties that wouldn't even look at me outside of this house. This will be quite a week!

After following Vivian and her teasing skirt to my room, I stand behind her as she unlocks the door. After months of merely looking at beautiful girls, I can't resist the intensity of her sexuality. Both alone in the hallway, I bend down and reach for her thigh below her skirt. She stops trying to open the lock and smiles faintly at the wall, not wanting to disturb me. After admiring her ass with my hand, I dive in between her cheeks and plunge in her pussy once more. I pull my fingers out and taste her again. "I want more of this Vivian, much more..." Unlocking the door, she steps in and I see my luggage in the corner of this huge room. In tones of blue instead of red, it's nonetheless quite striking. Silver replaces the gold, which gives an impression of clouds and lightning. And the bed, big enough for 6 persons, tells me a little bit more about the nights in here. 

With no expression on her face, Vivian asks me: 

"Are you sure you want me? I could ask for Lucia or anyone else if you would prefer. You don't have to do this for me, I'm used to begin around those beauties." 

"Stop that Vivian, I can't believe no guest ever wanted you!" 

"Some did, " Blushing and turning her eyes from mine, she continues, "but I know that some felt pity for me: living in such a sexual environment and unable to get men for myself..." 

"Oh come on Vivian. I can hardly believe that... anyway, now I want you. I may change my mind, but if you'd like, I would like you to stay here with me." 

"Of course I want to, Iann. Now, for the last time, take those formal clothes off while I close the door."

As I was taking my tie off, she turns me around and says: "There's one little thing, though. You can't take that thing out with me..." When she grabs my cock through my pants, I understand what she says, but have no clues as to why. 

"It's a small drawback for being a maid. I can do anything the guests want, but the cocks stay out maid's pussies. This... pleasure is reserved for the residents." 

"Right now I don't mind. ...but did you ever think about the whys of this little rule?" 

"No, not really, why do you ask?" 

"From my point of view, it's the only way they could imagine to prevent the maids from being chosen by the guests..." 

"Perhaps you're right, but for now, just shut up and undress..."

As I do, she pulls the strings of her skirt, untying the knot that held it in place. Shamelessly revealing her legs and bush to my eyes, she seems to like my reaction: I'm awed. She can't be much more than 17 or 18, a mature teen, and the sight of her exposed bush is way too exciting for me. Vaguely trimmed in the shape of a heart, it seems to pull me in. When she slips off the body of her uniform, her amazing black velvet bra appears, paralyzing me for a few seconds. It's definitely rich velvet, but so thin it seems ready to fall apart any second: it's clearly just for show! Behind this enticing veil, young and perky, but certainly enough to nicely fill the frail bra, her breasts call to me like oases. 

"Iann! " she says in an exasperated tone, "Are you going to stay there all afternoon?" 

Getting up, I begin to slip off my boxers but she stops me. 

"Please don't. It's not that I don't want to, but I don't want to get in trouble either. I only have four more months to go before becoming a resident. I'm sorry, but that's the price guests have to pay if they want to have fun with one of the maids: I can't get you off in anyway. You could get it out and I could caress and lick it, but I don't want you to surprise me with your cum. It's just a safeguard. " 

"Don't worry about it. I'll control myself." I don't know how, but I will.

Standing there wearing nothing but stockings and garter belt with that cruel bra, she looks like a little angel. But when I see her inner thighs glistening with juices and her nipples trying to poke through the bra, I know she's no Catholic schoolgirl. This girl is a bomb, a bomb that will probably explode against my mouth. When I reach her, both my hands slide around her back to cup her lovely ass. After a while of these wonders, I raise my hands to the clasp of her bra and pop it open. I then pull the straps down her arms and let the bra falls to the floor. As I pull her back against me, I feel her breasts squashing against my skin, burning two deep holes in my chest. Putting an end to my passive daydreaming, Vivian pushes me to the bed hard enough that I fall down on my back. 

Before I can react she's on all fours above me: "You'll have more than enough time to fondle me afterwards, but now, make me cum." 

Moving upwards, careful to rub her nipples against my face and mouth, she then walks her pussy just above my face. With a dangerous sexual glow in her eyes and a smile that promises too much, she asks me: 

"Wanna see my ass, or my breasts?" 

I raise my hands to her breasts in answer and she lowers her pussy to my mouth at the same time. When my tongue pierces her long slit, the taste that my fingers only teased about rains down into my mouth. But before long, the soft tickling of her dense bush on my nose turns into a savage grinding of her pussy against my mouth. I open my mouth wide not to hurt her with my teeth, but she only sees this as an invitation to fuck my mouth harder. Overwhelmed by her passion, I only try to do my best for this little angle that dances on my mouth. Since I placed my hands on her back when she started to go wild, I see her breasts flailing madly around, hypnotizing my eyes. 

But after quick minutes, she slows down and nearly shouts: "Suck it Iann, suck it..." Finding her clit easily now that she's stopped, I suck it in firmly in my mouth, squeezing it's nervous rim with my lips. When I begin to flick my tongue on the tip of her elongated clit, she goes mad. Screaming her climax out without any kind of inhibitions restraining her, she shivers from head to toes before grabbing a hold of the bedpost behind me. "Fuck me Iann, drive your tongue as deep as it will go..." And as I try to reach her breasts from inside with my tongue, she clamps her pussy around it, pulling it in deeper than I had pushed it. After this intense explosion she slowly calms down, sweat rolling down from her face down to mine, a few drops dangling from her extended nipples. I unquestionably made the right choice by wanting to see her breasts while I sucked her: now, covered with sweat and quivering with every one of her breaths, they are two young flowers blooming into mounds of them. 


The Castle Ch. 01



He gave me strict instructions that day of what I was to wear for the evening ahead; the clothes were all laid out for me when I went upstairs to bath and change. 

He had chosen black sheer stockings, black suspenders, a very plain black silk corset with deep red lacing ribbons and a dark red dress made of leather, softened till the long skirt flowed round my ankles like silk emphasising the fitted bodice above. With high black heels I looked in the mirror and found that I looked simple but striking, formal yet decadent.

Whilst we are in the car He pulls from His pocket a dark red leather collar, made to match the dress I am wearing and fastens it around my neck gently, ensuring that it is a close fit. 

I have no idea where we are going but when the car turns off the main road through a set of high gates and starts onto a winding track I turn and asked Him for the first time. As I knew He would, He just smiles and tells me to wait. We are driving up a single strip of well maintained tarmac, through dense forest, the road bending and rising all the time. 

Although it is some time till sunset the trees around us are so thick and tall that they barely let any sun through to the road and it feels like night has fallen instantaneously. The car continues to climb in between the trees for several minutes until suddenly we came back out into the evening sun and draw up in front of a castle, all rounded curves and turrets constructed of yellow sandstone.

He takes my hand and helps me from the car, as we walk up to the entrance a liveried butler comes to meet us, shaking His hand and bowing formally to me, welcoming us and assuring Him that everything has been organised according to His specifications. He pauses briefly on the threshold and takes from His pocket my leash, clipping it quickly to my collar with the familiar soft snick of metal that always makes my pulse jump and my skin shiver with anticipation. We follow the butler through the entrance and begin to climb the staircase in front of us, as we walk up the stone steps my pace slows whilst I looked around me taking in the view from the stairs down to the cavernous hallway beneath and up to the intricate carved ceiling. A swift jerk on my collar and the slight rattle of the chain of my leash indicate that I was walking too slowly for Him and I hurry to keep up with His strides. 

I see the butler turn slightly with a bemused expression, watching us; I am familiar with this particular expression, one that is always used by others watching me being led like a pet. 

None of them ever realise how much I love it, they look at me with pity, whether for being under another’s control or behaving like a plaything I can never decide but I always get a thrill of excitement when He holds me on my leash. My head is held higher, my posture upright and proud, because that’s how I feel when He leads me; proud to be His, proud of being completely at His command and secure in the knowledge that I’m the only pet He desires. 

We walk down a long corridor with a mirror at the end, as I stare into my reflection I feel a rush of sexual tension run through me; I look so unattainable in the clothes I am wearing, my hair long and loose around my shoulders; yet linked both physically and emotionally to my Master. He is watching us too, with an expression I can’t read on His face – pride, desire, contentment? The butler opens a large set of double wooden doors with a slow heavy creak and stands back to allow us to pass into the room. 

It is a dark room except for a roaring log fire in one wall throwing shadows across the twilight, making the gold upholstery on the two chaise longues gleam, the gold leaf on the ceiling shine dully. Once we are inside, the butler bows silently and leaves, closing the doors. He turns to me slowly and smiles telling me how wonderful I look and asking me if I like the room. I tell Him truthfully that it is beautiful and ask how He had managed to find a castle to hire for the evening. He looks at me for a moment, shakes His head almost imperceptibly and doesn’t reply, I take the hint, He doesn’t want to answer questions, I am just meant to relax and enjoy the evening. 

He leads me over to the chaise near the fire, turns so I can remove His jacket and sits down, leaning back to look at me from head to toe as I stand before Him. I love it when He looks at me like this, taking in every detail of my body; I watch His face to gauge His approval and His intentions for me. He moves forwards and reaches up to brush my hair back over my shoulders; runs His finger tips down my neck to the curve and swell of my breasts above the soft red leather, He feels me shiver down the length of my body and smiles. 

“Take it off pet”

I reach round my back to slide the zip down, the soft leather around my legs sliding gently to the floor followed by the stiffness of the bodice which lies in a heap at my feet. I stand in front of Him wearing the black silk corset and black stockings which form a stark contrast to the pale skin within; He pulls my leash slightly to the right

“Turn around pet”

My heels tap on the stone floor as I move round and sense rather than hear the intake of His breath as I stand with my back facing Him, He tells me to move my hair in front of my shoulders and I feel His gaze moving from the leather collar at my neck down past my shoulder blades, following the line of lacing to my bare arse and the lace at the top of my stockings. 

I know that this is one of His favourite views; stiff black fabric against smooth creamy-white skin, the curve of my inner thighs against suspenders and lace. I stand motionless barely breathing, waiting inside for the familiar sting of His palm against my arse cheeks to set me on fire. But it never comes. 

Instead there is a soft knock at the door and the butler appears with a tray, pausing only momentarily in his stride to do a double-take at me standing before my Master in stockings, corset and heels, my leash around my neck. The butler moves to pour His drink and then departs without saying a word. 

Once the doors are closed again I feel the tension inwardly building as I wait for His touch but He simply moves to get more comfortable in His seat and reaches for His drink. 

“Kneel down pet”

I turn to kneel at His feet, my skin shivering slightly as it touches the stone floor I lean my head on His thigh and look up at Him. He smiles and strokes my hair with the chain of my leash still wrapped around His palm. 

We sit for some time like this, His eyes travelling across my face and body, mine watching His face for the tell tale change of expression to come over it.

At last He puts His drink down and reaching around my neck unclasps my leash letting it fall to the floor with a loud rattle of chain. He takes my hair gently in His hand and wraps it around His palm, becoming more forceful with each twist, pulling my head back off His thigh so my neck is outstretched before Him. 

“How is my pet this evening?”

I tell Him I am craving His touch and He smiles slightly, pulling my hair harder so my head is bent as far as it can go, the sinews on my neck standing out. 

He bends forwards to kiss me softly on the lips, His tongue snaking into my mouth before kissing me hard pushing my head back further still, His hand releases my hair to trace down my arm leaving me shivering with anticipation. 

Abruptly He stands and pulls me to my feet by my hair, then holding my hand takes me through a set of doors at the far end of the room. This second room is a bedroom, a huge four poster bed dominating the area with yet another fireplace on the opposite wall with flames roaring up the chimney although it’s a warm evening. 

He walks me over to the base of the bed, reaches down to the covers and picks up a piece of thick black silk which He ties around my eyes blocking even the tiniest chink of light from my view. 

“Give me your hands pet”

I hold them out in front of me wrists crossed as I feel Him tying them together, raising them up so my fingers touch the wood of the bed posts and feeling the sharp tug with each loop and knot. This is the moment when I really know I am meant for this life; I can’t see or move my arms and the senses of touch and sound are heightened to the maximum. I love knowing that He can do whatever He likes to me and it always comes as a surprise; it’s the element of the unknown that I love, coupled with the knowledge that He would never do anything I didn’t enjoy – His pleasure is gained from watching me submit, from watching me rise and fall through the orgasms at His touch.

I hear the heavy scrape of a chair followed by the soft sigh of leather as He sits, I can feel Him just behind me, His face level with the small of my back, His eyes on my body in front of Him. I hear His breathing deepen as He looks at me tied before Him, blindfolded and waiting for His touch; know that His cock is stiffening already as He takes His time enjoying my helplessness and His control. 

“Spread your legs wide”

His voice has changed, is deeper and harder and I comply immediately. I hear Him slide from the chair to sit on the floor in between my legs, the fabric of His trousers brushing my ankles. His hands wrap around my heels, moving up the smooth leather onto the sheer rasp of my stockings, they move tortuously slowly, my cunt muscles tightening as they rise up my thigh. 

The sensation of His touch changes as He reaches the lace tops of my stockings and I gasp as His hands reach bare skin. Immediately His right hand leaves my thigh and spanks me hard across my arse. I jolt into the wooden bed post with shock and the force of the slap, feeling the blood rushing to the heat on my arse. His hand strokes the same spot gently then returns to my thigh, His thumbs running up the inner sensitive skin to trace the outline curve of my arse. With His left hand He grasps my hip and pulls my arse towards Him, the fingers of His right hand stroking along from my arse to my cunt lips, opening them wide and leaning forward to push the tip of His tongue into me. 

I moan and feel my muscles tighten around His hard wet tongue and feel Him smile around my cunt in response to my arousal. I rest my head on the wood in front of me and lean my breasts into the post, pushing my cunt onto His face and moving my hips back and forwards slowly to increase the sensation. His hands grip my thighs like a vice as I feel His tongue driving deeper with more force into me; hear the wetness of my cunt with His tongue inside me; making me shiver with desire, feeling my pulse pounding at my bound wrists. 

I feel the familiar rise in my temperature, hear my breathing quicken as I moan and pull against the rope at my wrists, His hand coming around my front to reach down and rub my clit hard as His tongue moves faster and deeper within me. I moan and gasp as I feel the first wave of orgasm coming, moving my cunt above His tongue, fucking His face and knowing He loves it, my nails digging into the wood in front of me, every muscle tightening as I feel His tongue and hands on me keeping the rhythm fast until He hears me gasp and hold my breath, my head stretched back, only my hips moving in time to His tongue as I cum. 

He slows and slides both hands up my waist to caress my breasts while He listens to me catch my breath and relax above Him. He stands behind me wraps me up tight in His arms and holds me for a moment, whispering softly in my ear, His mouth at my jaw I can smell my cum on His face.

He moves away and sits again in the chair behind me, the chink of glassware tells me He is having another drink and I know He will be watching me, enjoying my helplessness before Him. 

Suddenly from nowhere His hand smacks my arse, hard. I’m taken by surprise and gasp, my hands clenching within the ropes. He runs a finger from my collar down between my shoulder blades gently, as His other palm strikes my arse again. His left hand moves to stroke my hip softly whilst His right continues to spank me; the pressure kept the same, the rhythm steady, not allowing me a chance to catch my breath between strokes. 

I lean into the bed post again, outwardly not moving except for the involuntary tensing when His hand makes contact with my skin; inwardly feeling my pulse rising quickly, my breathing intensify, loving the contrast between the soft caress of one hand and the hard sharp sting of the other. The right side of my arse feels like it’s burning now, has been smacked over and over on the same spot, He’s a big man and is strong but He knows my limits and His own, I know I have nothing to fear; I’m there for pleasure alone. 

I can feel the rise towards orgasm building inside me, when He alters His stroke and begins to spank with His left hand instead, swift strokes slightly harder than with His right hand which is now softly caressing my inner thighs which tighten around Him with each blow to my arse. It’s the rhythm I love, the complete submission. He determines the speed and the force, He decides when to stop and when to continue, watching me to tell how aroused I’m becoming, He either pushes me on to orgasm or slows me down to tease and make me beg. 

I love not knowing what will happen, just knowing that He wants to please me in new ways and gets turned on Himself to unimaginable heights from watching me under His control.

He stops suddenly, gets out of the chair and moves away from me. It’s only now that my arse cheeks begin to register the pain, the skin burning and hot, missing His touch already. I hear Him moving around the room, taking a drink then returning to His seat and leaning forwards to kiss the base of my spine lightly. 

I want to beg Him to continue, tell Him that I was only minutes away from cumming, that I need to feel Him on me and with me; but I know that He knows.

I feel His fingers untying the bow at the base of my corset, loosening the ribbons slowly and methodically, feeling my bare back revealed before His eyes inch by inch. When He finally reaches the top He peels it away from my breasts and drops it onto the floor, His hands stroking up my stomach to hold the weight of my breasts, His tongue running lightly up and down my spine, His breath hot on my back. His thumbs and forefingers take my nipples and squeeze them firmly, rolling them and pulling them so they harden instantly beneath His touch, His big hands covering my breasts kneading and rubbing them with His palms whilst His fingers tease my nipples, I thrust my breasts into His hands, the solid wood of the bedpost in my cleavage. 

I feel myself tensing to cum almost immediately, my head stretching back, my hips driving my cunt up against the bedpost in front of me, my breath coming in gasps. He laughs quietly and gives my nipples a final twist.

“Not yet”

He moves around me and I feel Him untying my wrists from the bedpost, holding the rope in His hand He pulls gently and leads me across the room, from the increasing heat I know we must be near the fireplace. I hear Him grunt slightly as He stretches up then pulls the rope swiftly, yanking my hands above my head instantly, pulling them higher until I feel like my feet will almost lift of the floor, every muscle stretched upwards as He ties the rope off securely. 

I can feel the heat from the fire warming my back and still burning arse, hear Him pacing the floor in front of me, knowing He is watching me, loving the vulnerability in my posture now. I couldn’t hide anything from Him at this moment even if I wanted to, I’m completely on show, not even a wooden post to lean against, hanging suspended from the ceiling, naked apart from stockings and suspenders and blindfold in the centre of the room, my feet barely on the floor. 

His footsteps halt in front of me and I feel something trace a line from my chin, down between my breasts across my stomach to my throbbing clit. He flicks my clit swiftly and I realise He has a crop in His hands, the tell tale sting of leather making me jump. He walks slowly around me and delivers half a dozen strokes to my arse, making me moan and pull on my restraints. 

He continues to walk around me in slow circles cropping me with random strokes to my nipples, legs and back, not hard enough to bring real pleasure, more of a reminder that He’s there and is just enjoying the view of me. 

After several minutes I’m struggling inside with the waiting and am breathless from anticipation when He brings the crop down hard on my left nipple. This time I gasp and flinch, I’ve never known a man as accurate with a crop as He is; He hits the nipple squarely and makes me melt without contact on any other part of my body. It’s a strange combination of touch, the sting of the leather brings tears to my eyes beneath the blindfold, yet the rest of my body is on fire wanting Him to continue, it’s the pleasure/pain theory in one stroke. 

As soon as He sees that I’ve recovered from the shock of His blow He delivers another to the right nipple with the same effect; part of me wants to cry with pain and part wants to cry with desire. He continues like this; watching me all the time I am certain, I can feel His eyes on my face, ensuring that I’m loving it, ensuring that He doesn’t go too far and cause pain alone, waiting only briefly between each stroke to assess my reaction. 

When He senses that I can’t take much more He pauses running the crop down my stomach slowly and between my legs, flicking it sideways to make me spread my legs wider. I hear Him breathe in deeply for a moment running the crop slowly and gently along my cunt; I can feel it sliding in my juices, spreading them from my arse to my clit, my hips moving involuntarily along the shaft. 

He takes another breath in and begins to crop my clit hard; steady, fast, even strokes, the same force each time, hitting exactly the same spot. Within seconds I can’t think of anything except the sensations He’s causing, my clit is throbbing, my pulse pounding, my breath coming in jagged gasps until I come, my head back, pulling against my wrist restraints, my whole body stiffening with each wave of orgasm, feeling my cum running down my inner thighs. I stand before Him shaking and breathless, my body running with sweat, every inch of my skin alive.



The Castle Ch. 01



We searched Scotland throughout – seeking that special place that we could call our own. A castle was what we wanted. One we could live in part of the year and rent out for the rest – hoping the rental would take care of the expenses.

Finally we stumbled across Kellie Castle, south of St. Andrews and not far from the North Sea. Though we had a couple of other places in mind – the Scone Palace outside of Perth (too close to civilization) – the Blackness Castle just between Edinburgh and Grangemouth (too close to the main highway that runs between them and the traffic on it) – we wanted to settle somewhere nearer to Kirkcaldy on the Firth of Fourth. Kellie Castle was just close enough to St. Andrews for shopping – yet far enough away that curious sight-seers were kept at bay.

As we inspected the castle to assess how much money was to be spent in renovation – we came to the kitchen. Somehow the butchers block in the center of the kitchen looked odd. It was solid granite and spoke of the numerous blows that it had taken with an ax or a broadsword in the hewing of it. Making it fit to be used as a true butchers block. Above it, hanging from a massive roof beam, was a pulley with a rather large meat hook, rusty brown with dried blood, dangling from a sturdy rope. Presumably the meat hook had been used numerous times to hoist huge pieces of animals onto the block for further dissection.

As I gazed upon the block – it came to me. It was way too large to have fit through the doorway (it was almost as large as our king sized bed) – how did it get here? Magic? No – I don’t think so – then it hit me – the block of granite was here all along – the castle had been built around it. Strange turn of affairs, no? More of the butchers block later – we still had more of the castle to inspect.

We continued with our inspection of the castle – through the pantry – the great hall where all the meetings and dinners of past kings, queens and princes had been held – the wide staircase, hewn out of stone, to the landing above. Though the castle appeared to be round on the outside, the insides were intricately melded into rooms of size that gave no such illusion.

On the landing above the great hall – there was a certain symmetry as though treading down the hall of any large hotel – rooms off the landing to the outside wall of the castle. There were 7 rooms on this landing with another landing located on the opposite wall of the castle from the first. This would have probably been the 8th room had not another floor been built.

On this 3rd floor – there were only 5 rooms. We decided that this would become our living quarters – to be rented out only in a case of emergencies – to be kept pristine for our homecoming. Our sub-letters could use the second floor for their bedrooms – after all – anyone that wanted to rent a castle would be doing it for the glory and not the exercise of climbing stairs.

We gave our agent an offer and proceeded back to the kitchen. That butchers block intrigued me.

Our agent departed to work up the papers on the castle while you and I decided to have a little fun. Going to the boot of the car, we took out our little bag of toys and returned to the kitchen.

First I put the black silk blindfold over your eyes – this was to start tuning your other senses – that of smell and taste, not to mention touch – there would be plenty of touch.

I removed your coat and blouse – freeing those magnificent orbs to the chilled air – your nipples responded immediately and you moaned at the sensation. I gently sucked first one, then the other of your nipples – nipping each as I removed my mouth to the other. Taking out the nipple clamps that dangled from their little gold chain, I applied one to each of your teats. You tensed and moaned at the pleasure I was giving you. I could smell your sex – you were getting wet and we had just begun.

I removed your skirt, leaving your black lacey thong in place for now – leaving it to collect your juices so that we might not have to clean the floor.

Then I took the cuffs from our bag and placed them on your wrists and ankles. Our special collapsible spreader bars would come in handy here. I attached one between your ankles – holding your legs spread wide for my ministrations. Then the other went on your wrists – holding your arms spread wide so that I might lick your underarms to further excite you – for I discovered, quite by accident, just how turned on you get when I lick your underarms.

Grasping your waist – I lift you up onto the butchers block. As your tight little butt makes contact with the cold granite stone – your body breaks out in goose bumps all over. You cock your ear when I begin lowering the meat hook – for the pulley has not been oiled in some time and squeaks - protesting being moved.

Knowing that the hook would cause your spreader bar to be off balance, we just had to improvise. Placing it near the middle of the bar, I took some rope from our bag and wound it around and around as best I could to prevent its sliding off to one side.

Then I began to hoist you up, forcing you to scramble with your spread legs to gather yourself for the impending stretching – up and up – until you were standing on the butchers block – your wet sex level with my mouth – lacey black thong so wet that your juices are running down your inner thighs.

I tied off the meat hook and returned to the butcher’s block. Easing your thong to one side, I could see your bald labia – puffy and swollen with arousal – dripping wet – longing to be licked and sucked. I leaned forward and licked up your slit toward your clit – one long tongue-hard lick – you moaned and almost collapsed. The meat hook held you in place.

I couldn’t stand any more – grasping your thong – I pulled and tore it from your body – leaving you stark naked for my pleasure.

Starting just above your knee – where the trail of your juices ended (for now) – I began to take pleasure in cleaning your thighs – first the left – then the right – licking from the rivers end up your leg toward your steaming cunt. The more I licked – the juicer you became – your body writhing and moaning with the exquisite pleasure I am giving you, my pet.

You begin begging me to suck your clit – to lick deep inside your pussy – to give you the orgasm you seek – not yet, my pet, not yet. For there is more pleasure to be had in waiting until you are on the verge of hysteria – then letting you cum before you are fully aroused.

I take one of your labia in my mouth – gently sucking on it – nipping until you yelp from the pain – then I move on to the other. Back and forth for several minutes – driving you insane with lust –listening to your moans and groans – begging for release.


I flatten my tongue and press it in and up, between your wings, working its way to your clit. You moan again. I lick you again – this time flicking your clit several times before I withdraw – you have followed my tongue with your pussy – still trying to make contact with your hard little bud so that you may orgasm. Not yet, my pet – not yet.

I retreat to a chair along the wall and take a seat – watching your trembling body – that body of a finely tuned sexual animal – trembling as you seek release. I see your head turn – where have I gone, you seem to ask – though without a word – just the expression on your lovely face. Where have I gone?

Sitting here – admiring my little cum slut slave – how beautiful she is when she is aroused this way – body flush with excitement. Admiring the finely chiseled features of your face and neck – the slope of your shoulders – the flare of your woman’s hips – the long slim legs encased in seamless black knee-high stockings.

I return to you. You don’t know it yet, but you are about to experience an orgasm beyond belief. One touch of my tongue to your slit and you squirt your juices at me. One touch of my mouth surrounding your sex and your orgasm begins. And continues – where does it end? On and on – your body writhes in the throes of orgasm as you gasp and moan – trying to fill your lungs with air – breathing hard – sweat pouring off your beautiful body.

Finally, you slump against your bonds. Time to lower you so that you may recuperate. Because I need you to now service me. My cock has been hard from the time I first saw that butchers block – you knew that – although I wonder about the agent.

Offering you a sip from my flask – the color begins to return to your face. I release your wrists and ankles from their spreader bars and put them away. Cuffing your hands behind your back and your feet together, I pull you off the butcher’s block to stand before me. I kiss you – long and hard – a soul-searching kiss of great passion.

Placing my hands on your shoulders, I press down. You know what I want; my pet, and you kneel before me. I extract my huge member from my pants and rub it gently across your red lipsticked whore lips. Opening your mouth, you draw my hard spongy mushroom cap into your hot mouth. Sucking gently – laving the sensitive underside – teasing the pee hole in the end – licking my precum as it oozes from my massive cock.

I can’t wait any longer – I force my cock deep into your mouth – down into your throat – all the way until your nose flattens against my pubic bone. Show me how I have trained you, my little cum slut slave – show your MASTER that you have learned well the art of sucking cock. Milk your MASTERS cock with your throat muscles – swallow hard while the spongy head is buried deep within your throat.

Feel it swell – feel the cum rising from my tight ball sack – feel the spurts of hot cum going down your throat. I withdraw – you always like to taste me and I will not disappoint you – I save a couple of spurts for your tongue.

As my member grows limp – I put it away and watch you roll my cum around in your mouth – savoring the sweet yet salty taste of it. Yummy, isn’t it, my pet?

Time to get dressed and hunt down that agent – it looks like this is going to be our new home.



The Castle Ch. 01



"Oh Iann, you were great..." With that, she rolls off of me and stands up. When she begins to put her bra back, I stare at her in disbelief. 

"Surprised I'm going so fast? I'm really sorry, but I told you I couldn't get you off." 

"I know, but I want to taste more of your body than just your pussy..." 

"You're sweet Iann, really. But if I don't show my face downstairs soon, they'll wonder why I'm not working. Sorry." 

As quickly as she came, and came, she left my room, leaving me with a raging hard-on, and no desire whatsoever to jack it off. I want a pussy. A real live pussy: this little tease got me hornier than I've ever been. But about ten minutes later, I hear a faint knock at my door. With my cock faking to be calmer, I get up and open the door. 

To my surprise and delight, Lucia stands right there before me. When I open the door she turns around to face me with a warm smile, her mysterious hair flowing to her back to reveal her face. With a smile just warm enough, and her evergreen eyes shimmering before me, she says: 

"May I come in, stranger?" Unable to reply, I simply move away from the door. 

"Some little angel told me that you might want some company, is that right?" When she smiled, somehow my heart both skipped a beat and took an extra one at the same time. "...is it that same maid that left you speechless?" 

"Oh! No, no, I'm sorry. I'm Iann." 

"Lucia, pleased to meet you." 

"Me too, do you want to sit down?" My heart simply refused to calm down. 

"With pleasure. Hmmm, do you find the place so hot?..." 

Looking around at my quickly discarded clothing, I blush a little before trying to answer. "Well, not exactly. You see, ...errr, I don't know how to..." 

"I knew it" She simply says with another of her warm smiles. "That maid got her way with you? Well, did she at least tell you beforehand that she couldn't touch your cock? Hmm, Vivian always was a nice girl. But I bet that she didn't tell you that maids can't caress themselves? That's why she was so eager to... please you. "

When she sees my sighing and fall face first on the bed, she laughs gently and then sits besides me. Even her laugh is wonderful. But right now it barely register: this place is going to drive me nuts! Maids that are oversexed because they can't caress themselves; the world's most beautiful women are here, waiting for the lucky visitors... And this woman, sitting on the bed beside me as if she really cared for me, a complete stranger. . 

"Well, if you really need it Iann, I'm not the one bothered with principles..." Sitting up when I hear her offer, I look at her, puzzled. 

"How can you be so forward, all of you I mean?" Once more I find myself floored by her words. Did she just offered to fuck me because I needed it?

"I don't know for the others, but I, for one, enjoy sex as much as most men. Probably more when you guys take the time to apply yourselves. But I must admit that I rather prefer to have dinner with someone before getting to taste him... of her. But if you really need someone right now..." As she says her last word, she places her hand on my cock through my boxers. 

Taking in a sharp breath when I feel her closing her hand around the base of my cock, I regretfully pull her hand away. "I do need some warmth, but 'm not against dinner myself. ...one favor, though: could I stare at you for a few minutes?" After hearing her enchanting laugh once again, I'm more than pleased with her answer: 

"Of course you can. Most women on the street would slap you for this, but I know that it's more a compliment than anything else. Go ahead, feast your eyes as you wish, and don't be afraid that I'll be offended if you spend it all glued to my breasts..."

Unable to resist, I lean forward and I give her a smile-kiss on her lips before sitting back. Then I let my eyes fall to her breasts, delicately embraced by the fine lace bra I believed was a bikini top, her breasts threaten to overflow them with her every breaths. Generous flesh, dangerous flesh, her breasts embody the grace and charm that radiates from this mystical women. Full and ripe, mature like trees in blossom and rightly crowned with two barely visible flowers. As if my eyes had a direct effect on her nipples, I see them slowly, perhaps timidly, growing under the lace. As a deep breath pushes a bulge of those breasts upward and out of the bra, Lucia's hands reach the delicate lacing that holds the front of her bra together and pulls at the strings. 

Languidly, her breasts succumb to gravity as the bra vanishes from my sight. But, far from falling, they seem to bloom for me; the pink flowers revealing themselves for me, spreading their sensuality wide. Calm, unmoving but with the promise of so much passion and tenderness intertwined, her perfect breasts seem to call to me. Heat made flesh, love made flesh, they're simply a small part of what that women is. Looking back up to her eyes, I join her smile and move mine on hers for a real kiss. Then I tell her:

"You're probably tired of hearing this, but you're incredible. No, you're mythical. And I thank you for simply being here with me." A flash of intensity touches her smile, and as she takes my hand firmly into hers, she simply asks: 

"Will you dress me up?" After lacing back her bra, I get up and pull her to my arms. When I feel her warmth engulf me, I shiver. 

"How do you do this Lucia? We've barely spoken and already you're making me go crazy!" 

"I did nothing, Iann. Nothing yet..." 

And with that, she in turn helps me to dress before we leave. In fact, Lucia nearly threw all the clothes I had brought with me in the back of the wardrobe: "inappropriate" she said. Calling for a maid, she had me brought some "decent" clothes to fit the castle's atmosphere. For tonight, she chose a boxer-type red bathing suit with a simple white tee shirt. Come to think of it, even those beautiful women are dressed quite casually. Don't have to bother about clothes, about some formal etiquette, about time... yes, this week will be much fun! Taking Lucia's offered hand, we head out of my room and take a long walk I thought would lead to the dining hall. 

The dining hall was as grandiose as the rest of this castle: I saw it when we past by. But that's not where we went. Instead, Lucia decided that we would eat on the top of the castle, where a huge outdoor space has been organized to offer about 20 tables for two or three. The view, of course, is grandiose. Even if I can't see as far as I would during daytime, the sunset is more than enough to compensate. And somehow we're high enough, in the mountains and on the castle, to believe that we're in the clouds, the fire red and orange clouds. Turning me around suddenly, she pulls me in for a kiss, a fiery kiss hotter than the sunset. "I love to kiss in front of the sunset. And anyway I kind of like the taste of that maid's pussy that's still lingering around and in your mouth..."

The smile she gives me tells me that she's sincere, but she knows as well as me what kind of images her words create in my head. When I can't control my laughter anymore, she joins me before sucking one of my lips into her mouth for a few seconds. But now, trying to forget those images in order not to jump on her and take her right away I pull back her chair, gallantry obliges, and sit in front of her at a table near the edge of the floor, the first row in front of the sunset. 

"For some unknown reason, a lot of the residents are afraid of heights: I usually have one of these tables to myself." she says, explaining why the thirty or so people here didn't quickly take the tables near the edge. 

"Lucia, is this period a slow one for the castle?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, I'm lucky enough to be here with you, but when I look around, there's much more than twice the number of women than men here. Is that commonplace?" 

"No, we usually have more guests that what we have this month, but there is always more women than men, at least two to one." Pleased by this interesting fact, I scan the small menu as I see a maid coming towards us. After ordering, Lucia leans closer to me and says: 

"Oh, just to warn you if anything happens, some residents like to... initiate the new guests." 

"What exactly do you mean?" 

"Who knows what it could be? But don't worry if things begin to go a little weird." And her smile suddenly cracks her seriousness when she looks back at the bread and sauce on the table. 

Attentive to what's happening around us, I can't believe a food fight could happen here. Nonetheless, I keep an eye on three women who seem to throw more than a few curious stares at me. The one that catches my attention is the same tall redhead that I saw earlier. She's still dressed the same way as she was, a feather light camisole and a bikini bottom, but now the kittenish and much too playful gleam in her eyes when she catches me looking at her says too much: something is going to happen. 

"Don't worry Iann, I have not seen an initiation in 2 years. I simply said that to scare you a little bit. Angie would never do something like that..." After saying that, she slides her foot on my calf and raises it until it reaches my knee. Then, pushing it farther between my thigh, she begins to caress my cock through the thin swimsuit. "Don't you have something else better to do than watch them?

She's probably right, but I'm still determined to keep a wary eye on the red head. But my good will doesn't last very long. The tables are all covered with long tablecloths that easily hide Lucia's wandering foot. And soon I'm glad it does: expertly, she slips in the leg opening of the swimsuit and reaches for my cock. Maybe that's why she chose this swimsuit earlier. In a few seconds, my cock is out of the trunks and her foot is fooling around with it. Normally a foot doesn't get me to exited, but with the tension Vivian build up in my cock and the fantasy images of Lucia sucking Vivian's pussy still fresh in my mind, her foot suddenly becomes quite stimulating. After a few minutes of this little game, she stops and nods quite distinctly. While I'm unable to understand why, she leans closer to me and whispers: "You better get that cock back in now..." 

I understand what she means when I see that redhead walking towards me. Just when I do place my cock securely in, she stops near me and begins: 

"Hi there, stranger. I'm Angelica. Hello Lucia, it's good to see you back. But what about you..." 

Before she could ask about me, one of the other girl that had been sitting with her shouts: "You little slut Angelica, don't you dare talk to him: he's mine!" Before I know what's happening, Angelica pulls me to me feet and covers herself behind me. Too late I see a large glob of what seems to be cake hurtling towards me. 

Splat. 

Now slowly dripping on my tee shirt, I feel Angelica pulling me backward behind a huge statue where, somehow, a large plate of cake happens to be. As I look to see if the girl stopped, I barely dodge another piece of cake. On the furthest corner of the floor, we're trapped and we can only defend ourselves. Carefully hidden by the statue, I join in the fun and garb a piece of cake. After throwing it to the laughing blonde, I barely see Angelica sitting down against the statue's base, completely out of reach from the blonde's cakes. But as I throw the second ball towards her, I suddenly understand what Angelica is doing: sitting just in front of my legs facing me, she pulls out my hard cock from my swimsuit and engulfs it in her mouth. Carefully hidden by the statue, nobody can see her and of course, I must continue to fire at the blonde. Have you ever tried to fire cake at someone while one of the most sexiest and beautiful girl in the world is sucking your cock? With an unbelievable talent I might add? It's hard, real hard. 

Sometime twirling her tongue around the head of my cock, she then sucks it in deep, lodging it in her throat. But after a few of those delicious caresses, she simply puts her hand on my ass and forces me to fuck her mouth. With her tongue pressing against the delicate underside and my head reaching her throat more often than not, we both know that I won't last long. A few cakes later, I feel her putting on the suction, her lips solidly wrapped around the base of my cock and the head now nestled in her throat. The small fucking motions I make are more than enough to push me over the edge in seconds. And that's exactly what I do. 

As everybody there shouts either for me or the blonde, I explode in a long deserved climax and I try my best not to let it show. As her tongue has resumed it's wild caresses, she pushes me in and out in long strokes. But when she feels my cum flowing into her mouth, she clamps her lips just beneath the head of my cock and sucks for all she worth, never forgetting to lick the sensible head. In a moment of pure delight, I feel a cake hitting me full in the face, but somehow I don't care. As everybody shouts for the blonde's victory, I feel Angelica pulling my cock out of her mouth and getting up. 

"You can have him Alexah, he can't even defend me correctly..." 

Before she leaves, I grab her arm and tell her, laughing with cake on my face: "I'm going to get you back for that..." 

"I'll be waiting. ...and Iann, if ever you feel generous, I'm still quite hungry..." With a theatrical gesture, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, dissipating the crowd's any remaining doubts. She then smiles and goes back to her table. But by the time I reach mine, I see Alexah beside me with a large grin: 

"I'm sorry Iann, I never thought you'd be that distracted..." She knows. Of course she knows. "Lucia, do you mind if I clean him up?" 

"Not at all, go ahead." I can clearly feel the contained laughter in Lucia's voice. I had not portrayed her as the laughing type, but I may have been wrong. Stopping my thoughts short, Alexah moves close to me and leans in for what looks like a kiss. Her outstanding breasts, laughing in the face of gravity, mash against my chest. Summer dresses are thin and God aren't those breasts huge! But instead of kissing me as I thought she would, she begins to slowly and carefully lick the cake's icing from my face. No one had ever done that before, but somehow I find it incredibly erotic. After a few licks she wraps her arms around my back and turns the heat even more. 

She doesn't do anything different, but the feeling is sure different. Her breasts spread their heat on my chest, massaging me with two poking nipples. But as she licks close to my ear, she whispers: 

"Hmmm Iann, you taste so delicious. Oh! I'm sorry, this must have been Angelica's line... ooooh, hard again already? You're lucky Lucia chose you so soon, otherwise we would all be fucking you senseless... Of course, nothing chains you to her, if you wish for something extra!" After saying this, she pulls back and turns around towards Lucia. 

"After dinner, could you show him to the showers? I think he needs one..." Leaving with a smile, she flashes me her ass by lifting the hem of her light dress: nothing underneath. As I turn back to Lucia, I'm pleased to see that she still has a shining grin. Bold and unconcerned, I ask her: 

"So, you've chosen me?" 

"Hmmm, I'm going to have to get back to those two. They were not supposed to tell you this. But yes, I did. I hope you don't mind my choosing so quickly?" 

Surprised by the question, I stare into those emerald eyes: "Of course not, I just couldn't believe it. I'm more than happy that you did. But I have some question about that." Turning around to find out exactly what she saw of me and Angelica, I realize that she must have seen the whole thing. "It obviously doesn't bother you to have seen Angelica... well, you know." 

"Suck you off good? No, you're right it doesn't. And if you want to share that shower with Alexah, it doesn't bother me either. Besides, you do need a shower." 

"But then what the heck does chosen mean? Alexah said that if you hadn't, she and the others would have... would have..." 

"Fucked you senseless. I heard." Once again, her smile lingers one the verge of laughter. She is way, way too beautiful!

"How does it all fit together if you don't mind me sharing a shower with Alexah?"

After a mall pause, she answers: "You see, it's more like a non-spoken agreement than anything else. It would be unseemly for Angelica and Alexah to spend an entire night of sex with you without me present. Unseemly but not impossible. And it would not bother me too much. But since I know both of them quite well, they'll probably join us in your room tomorrow night or some other night. ...you seemed surprised!" 

"No no, it's just my imagination running wild suddenly." But I do have trouble thinking clearly: the thought of spending the night with the three of them is simply impossible to imagine. Trying to focus, I ask her: "You don't mind sharing me? I sure would have trouble sharing you." 

"Yes I know. Most guests and some of the residents are like you. But don't worry, there's no prejudice against those with narrower values, and we don't play behind guests' backs. We like you far too much for that..."

We spent about an hour and a half talking and eating. With each word, I found myself more and more happy to have been chosen by her. She is wonderful, and with the hints she gave me all supper long, she must be a goddess in bed, or wherever else for that matter. But as we walk in the corridors, I don't recognize the way we first used to get there. 

"Don't worry Iann, I'm not going to get lost. I'm just showing you to the showers... and don't ask me again if I'm sure that I don't mind. I know Alexah very well and I know he wouldn't try anything too funny. Stop thinking like we're still in the outside world. Castle Holmes is special, an if you don't take advantage of this, you'll loose your time. Here, there they are. She's probably waiting for you." 

"Where will you be?" 

"Either in the hall or in your room. But don't you dare hurry to return. I don't want you to leave Alexah dry, OK?" 

"Sure... err, don't worry."

As she kisses me before leaving me off, I feel once again her heat and charm enveloping me like a warm blanket. Maybe she feels something like that too, and maybe that's why she's not afraid to loose me to Alexah's arms or whatever body part... But as I look at her walking away like a black panther, loosening her hair purposefully, I smile: she really is incredible, and I could easily fall in love with her. Calling my name from the opposite direction, I see Alexah walking up to me, still wearing that flimsy dress. 

"Ready for your shower?" 

"Sure." 

Grabbing my hardening cock through my swimsuit, she says: "Hmm, I see that you are!" 

As we walk in, I'm surprised to see a huge shower room with no divisions of any kind. Also, there is at least six or seven women already there, all as nude as the day they were born. When Alexah sees me putting my hand over my cock, she says: "Oh don't worry about that hard-on; if you only knew how wet I am!" She laughs sweetly while offering her hand to me. After I kissed her palm, she says: "Thanks, but that was not why I gave you my hand..." Holding mine, she walks closer to me and pulls it down to her pussy. "Here, you see that you don't have anything to be shy about? I'm at least as excited as you are..." And indeed her pussy is dripping with her thick juices. But before pulling out, I curl up one finger and slip it in her hole. 

"Oh you little devil! Maybe you are more excited..." Pulling my hand and finger out, she wraps her arms around me and whispers: "I wouldn't mind normally, but when there are other people around, we try to keep the shower room as sexless as possible. I hope you don't mind too much?" 

"No, that's alright." 




The Castle Ch. 01



"But you don't have to be ashamed of your hard cock, it would like be asking us to hide our breasts when men came here. And I don't think you'd like that." 

Slipping off the two thin straps on her shoulders, she moves her arms to her side and lets the dress crumble at her feet. As I had guessed, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. 

"I hope you're not the kind of men that only like tight trimmed bushes?" 

"No, quite the contrary!" 

"Good for you: the last time I checked, Lucia's was as thick as mine. Of course, I hope you'll notice it quick enough, hers is as black as her hair..." 

With that, she slides one hand to her bush and plays around with it, as if it needed any combing. Lush and thick, her blonde curls appear to burst out of her pussy. Noticing my stare, she says: "Want to take a closer look before I get it all wet?" Smiling up at her as I catch the jest, I kneel in front of her and pull her closer to me. "Just don't forget that we're in the shower..." I simply nod, not taking my eyes away. 

Her fully blown and furry bush simply captivates me. As my fingers taste the softness my eyes can only see, I see goosebumps appearing beneath the thick mat of hairs. Long curls, nearly locks, flow wildly around: little storm of sunrays dancing above her pussy. Suddenly as I play with her curls, a small and pale tattoo appears beneath the blonde veil. Tickling her unintentionally, I open up this dense veil and finally see the tattoo clearly. Small, not more than half an inch, it's placed on the right side of her bush. A small yellow sun with a few small rays shining outward. But there's a single ray that flows across her entire bush, long and straight. When I raise my head to ask her what it is, she puts her finger on her lips and shakes her head a bit. Unable to discover why she won't let me know what it is, I simply get up and take her hand to the showers.

Of the ten showerheads, 6 are still occupied by women, and since no two adjacent showers are free, we're forced to take two places that are directly facing one another. After quickly washing my face, I turn around to look at Alexah. Like many others here, she seems too beautiful to be true. But, from the embrace she gave me earlier, I know she is, and my cock knows it too. As her long hair is matted down on her back, I admire the impossible curves. Tight waist, widening hips and an ass to die for, she incarnates beauty. Not like some sexy pre-nubile teenager, but like a 25 or 26 years old woman, a ripened and fully-grown sensuality. As she turns around, I can admire her breasts, and have trouble not falling on my knees. Rich, heavy, several pounds of natural female flesh, they are just beneath the limit of what would be too big for me. But, seeing the pink nipples deliciously capping those mounds of love, it takes all my strength not to go over there and grab them lewdly. And the worst part is that I know she'd probably love that...

One by one, the women leave the showers and no one comes to replace them. A few of them gave me appreciative glances and friendly smiles, but for now, my eyes are glued to Alexah. Still facing the wall as she washes the soap from her hair, I silently walk behind her. Guiding my cock between her legs, I thrust it inside her in less than a second. Pushing through her lips, I find her hole and drive my cock home with a noisy slap of my balls against her pussy. Her moan quickly follows and fills the shower with raw sex. With my hands already on her breasts, I feel her nipples ignoring the hot water and growing hard between my fingers. After the initial surprise, I see her looking around and, pleased with the emptiness of the room, she places her hands on the wall and spreads her legs for me. "You really are a little devil aren't you? Ohhh god, fuck me Iann, drive that cock home, hard and fast."

Squeezing her breasts to easily feel them overflow my hands, I pull my cock back and begin to give her all I have. Hard and fast as she wishes, I let myself turn into an animal, a sex deprived animal. "Oh yes that's sooo good Ian, fuck me hard, give it all to me... Don't you hold back, uuungh, oooooohh yeah, that's good, uuungh, uuungh, yes, give it to me, split me open with that cock of yours, fuck my brains out...". I can't believe how hot she suddenly got, and neither can I believe that tightness, that enrapturing tightness with which she envelops my cock with every stroke. "Ohhh yes, fuck me with that, uuuunghh, fat cock of yours, fuck me, fuck me..." And with that, she explodes in my arms. Moans louder than I thought possible fill the room once again as she trembles all over, urging me not to slow down. "Don't you even think.... oh my God, uuungh, think of slowing down. Oooh, oooh, drive it harder Iann, fuck me 'till I fall senseless..." 

And after long incredible minutes of non-stopping climaxes, her knees give way under her weight and I follow her down. On all four before me, apparently aware of nothing but her pussy, she pants and moans like a bitch in heat. Whipping her head and hair around, she continues to push back against my cock, screaming at me to fill her with my cum. And surprisingly, as I climax deep within her, I feel a surge of my cum filling her, so close after my last climax. But, as I let myself fall on her back, I let my cock fall out of her, nearly as exhausted as she is. 

After helping her get up, I pull her to me for a kiss, my first with her, and then we rinse ourselves off, still alone in the showers. She helps me get into my swimsuit, offering me a last caress, and then puts on her dress. Closing in for another kiss, she then tells me: 

"It's Sunray." 

"What?" 

"My name, it's Sunray." As I smile to her, delighted by her confidence in me, I take her hand as we leave. Upon reaching her room, she smiles and says: 

"I f you ever need somethig crazy and hot, don't be afraid to come..." 

"I'll remember, don't worry." 

Taking a deep breath as I close her door, I don't have to wonder what she means by crazy and hot. And I intend to learn all about it soon. I hope to see her again. No: I will see her again. As I try to find my way back to my room, I cross Angelica and she smiles at me: 

"Not too mad at me I hope?" 

"Mad? Why would that be?" 

"Oh, I don't know, maybe not all men like to get blow jobs?" I join her as she laughs. Then she tells me: 

"Maybe we could see each other tonight? Do you think you might enjoy the spa? I'll be there if you wish. And don't forget to bring Lucia with you, I haven't seen her for months." 

"I don't know about tonight, but tomorrow sounds good. I think that I'm too tired for a night in a spa." 

"Ok, see you tomorrow, and have a good night." What does she mean by that? I don't know, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough. 

When I get back to my room, no one is there and I let myself fall back on my bed exhausted. I had half-expected Lucia to be there. But remembering that she has chosen me anyway, I smile against the pillow and find sleep quite quickly. But when I open my eyes, I don't know how much time later, I find myself in a world of sensuality. Candles everywhere in the room, and Lucia, standing naked at the end of the bed. Crawling on the bed, she walks towards me like a feline, kissing her way up my naked body. How did I get naked? Before I can even speak, she puts her finger on my lips. Moments later, my cock springs into attention, apparently having some energy left. "Don't worry Iann, I don't want to fuck you, or even have sex with you." She must know what Sunray is like... "I only want to be with you tonight."

But the way her breasts tease my chest, and with the peculiar intensity of her kiss all over my face and neck, I don't know what she really wants. When she lets her bush cover my cock and begins to rotate it against me, I know she wants to have sex, but why tell me the opposite? When she slides off me and on her back, she presses the whole length of her body against me, from her right side to her foot. Looking at me with that unique smile, she bends her left knee and spreads her leg to open her pussy. "Want to come?" Without waiting for another invitation, I roll over her and let her open her other leg as widely as the first. I lean my weight on one arm and my other hand grabs my cock, allowing me to tease her slit with its head. 

But she surprises me: "No Iann, I really don't want to have sex with you now, you're obviously too tired. Just get inside and kiss me..." Letting my weight do this slow but so enchanting penetration, I just forget about what she said about not having sex and do what she wants. As I feel my cock nestled as deep as it will go, I bring my hand back up and look at her without moving. "Kiss me..." And I do. Leaning softly towards her, I part my lips a little and lock them on hers. As soon as she responds, I feel like I'm submerged into glowing lava. The heat and the softness flowing around us as we let ourselves get lost in the kiss. Passion explodes but keeping it under control only seems to lengthen the pleasure and adds another special touch to the already magical moment. Her tongue grazes mine with no greed or self-complacency and I give her back the same calm kiss, as if we knew nothing could tear us apart. As the minutes pass by, I barely feel her hips rotation peacefully beneath me, adding a touch of cinnamon to the soft essence of our embrace. 

After who knows how long, the cinnamon of her pussy around my cock begins to crackle in a thousand red fires and both our climaxes fill us with lust. But, just as with passion, we let this lust slowly leak on each other through the kiss, while I feel her pussy quivering and spasming around my cock as it pushes small but hard thrusts back into her. I only hear her moaning once, in my mouth, and she then squeezes me harder with her arms, not wanting to break this kiss so soon. I feel her nipples hardening on my chest ad her legs trying to close around mine, but nothing stops us. Strangely, I had never done this before, nobody releases the kiss, even though her body is now more relaxed than ever and my cock lays limp within her warmth. Still careful to keep a fluctuating pressure on her sensitive clit, I'm not waiting for anything else in return except the kiss.

Finally, I feel her hands caressing my back and I let myself rest my head on her shoulder. Without any need for words, we gently caress each other for a long time, before I roll over to let sleep reach us. I smile, and I'm sure she does too, when we both bang our hands while searching for each other's. 

This morning I'm awakened by Lucia. All the sheets thrown on the floor, she's kneeling beside my waist and just began to pump my cock. As I look down, I see it's bulbous head glistening with what can only be saliva: this explain the intense dream. When she sees that I'm awake, she gives me a few more strokes and gets up: "Good morning Iann, I'll be in the bathroom." With that she turns her back to me and walks to the bathroom. Glide would probably be a better word. She walks slowly, letting every curve and her long raven-black hair sway with each step, she silently moves like a panther in front of her mate. And obeying to the laws of the jungle, I'm drawn to her ass. Feeling like smelling, probing, licking and exploring what's hidden behind those two fleshy cheeks, I get up from the bed and enter the small bathroom. 

Bent forward to proudly display her breasts in the mirror, back arched down, ass indecently pushed out and legs spread, Lucia looks at me and moans a low, guttural growl. As quickly as if she had spelled "take me", her growl pulls me to her and I now stand directly behind her. Staring at me in the mirror, she closes her eyes in a soft snarl and rubs the cleft of her ass against my cock. Falling to my knees, I stare for a few seconds at the stunning splendor of her ass. 

Soft and bounteous, the peaks of her cheeks standing a few inches away from the cleft in perfect and full roundness, they are an invitation to lust. As she arches her back a bit more, I see her pussy blooming between her cheeks. Pink flesh, dark curls and a telltale sheen that glistens in front of the many candles she probably lit before I woke. Burrowing my face at the top of this treasure filled cleft, I begin to caress, kiss and lick her peachy cheeks. Slowly making my way down to the deepest of jewels, I leave the shores of her cheeks and stay in the valley between them. As my tongue reaches the first yet taboo opening, I linger for a few seconds before moving on. But when I see the shivers and goosebumps that cover her legs and ass when I tease her there, I make a mental note to make another visit here. But, as my cheeks push against hers, I let my tongue pry open her lips and finally reach the pool of wetness that waited for me. 

After savoring her and dancing there for a few minutes, I pull out and stand back up. Looking straight into her eyes I lick my lips and whisper: "You're delicious..." Somehow she purrs when I say that, a real purr that arouses me even more. Bending my knees a little, I guide the head of my cock in the folds I just tasted and pop my glans in. With my hands on the hips of that woman in heat, I already begin small fucking motions. With each ten or fifteen stroke, I push in another inch or so and repeat this teasing technique until my cock is once again buried in her warmth. Without even thinking of stopping or slowing down, her small growls and throaty breaths instead urge me to fuck her harder. 

Contrary to the blonde and crazy sex of Alexah, this wild and feral sex with Lucia, if at least as intense, is somehow deeper, more real. Twisting her head around, her mouth opened in yet silent roars, she pushes back against my cock, grinding it and squeezing it as if she wanted me to suck me in whole. Rotating the angle of my penetration, I stop trying to find the ideal one when her breaths instantly become moans or growls, I don't know which exactly. With her legs bent a bit, and while I stand as tall as I can, I drive my cock downward into her, raking her clit from the inside. After letting herself fall on the bathroom counter, she places her hands on her pussy and, with her fingers, keeps my cock from falling out. Now in a more easy position since she lowered her ass, I reposition my feet and turn on the intensity. 

Forgetting all about the growls, she begins to cry and moan uncontrollably, filling the little room with loud shouts of ecstasy. But after a few more strokes of this beastly fuck, her low moans turn once again into some weird kind of growls as she twists and moves around on the counter. Seeing her, all feral and wild with lust, pushes me over the top and I feel my climax building fast. Repositioning myself behind her, I return to the deepest possible thrusts I can and fuck her for all I'm worth. Feeling my climax approaching, Lucia lifts herself on her arms and places them on the mirror before pushing back against me with them. Deep and unbridled strokes greeted by strong pushes and inhuman grinding of her ass are much more than we really needed to get off. 

As we both climax gloriously, we don't hear the door opening. As I open my eyes to stare once more at the sight of my cock buried deep between her cheeks, I see someone from the corner of my eyes. After the few final thrusts turn into a deep and unmoving penetration, I turn my head to see Angelica standing there, shamelessly staring at us. Lucia, still lying across the counter and laughing at the sight of Angelica, says: 

"Don't you have any decency? What are you doing here?" She then throws a towel directly at her face. 

"Hey! I heard you crying and shouting as I walked by: I though he was maybe hurting you..." 

When Lucia laughs at the ridiculous excuse, I feel her pussy contracting around me. When I close my eyes at the sensation, Angelica notices it.

"Looks like you're having quite and effect on him, Lucia." 

Giving me one last squeeze of her pussy, Lucia gets up from the counter and pulls away. With a devilish grin, she walks to Angelica and tears her bikini top away. For a short second, I see her majestic breasts quivering before my eyes, and her two hot pink nipples dancing around. But quicker than I thought possible, Lucia bumps into Angelica and turns her head to kiss her fiercely. In a playful tone she doesn't even try to hide, Lucia breaks the kiss for a few seconds and says: "I'm not going to tolerate this anymore. Now you're going to get it girl!" With that, Lucia pushes Angelica to our bed and throws her on it quite strongly. On her back and without any thought about her naked breasts, Angelica tries to fight back. But Lucia is much to quick and within a few seconds, Angelica is as naked as Lucia and me. 

Seeing that my cock is not quite ready to come back to life, I sit in the large armchair directly opposite to the bed's end and watch them fight. Lunging towards one another or throwing each other on the bed, they play like if they were still small girls. But the show is incredibly more interesting! Breasts displayed by arched backs, asses outlined by bent thighs, pussies bared by wide open legs... Within minutes Angelica's body has no more secrets for my eyes, as the funny fight continues. With my cock as hard as earlier, I begin to pump it slowly as I watch the two of them trying to pin the other down. 

Suddenly, even though she seemed the best fighter by far, Lucia finds herself on her back, her opened legs directly pointing at me with her knees bent at the edge of the bed. I can clearly see her pussy and I find the coincidence quite unbelievable. But when I see Angelica jumping on her, I understand. While pinned with her arms above her head and unable to move, Lucia has an edge that Angelica didn't think of. On her knees above Lucia's hips, Angelica's arms hold Lucia's hands tight and so her ass is pushed out lewdly and her pussy more than opened for me. With her knees nearly on the edge of the bed, she stands only a few feet from me. Silently standing up, I move behind her. Angelica, in between breaths, asks: 

"Oh Lucia, did Iann left you too weak to fight?" 

"I don't think so Angelica..."

Just as she finishes saying her name, I plunge my cock as deep as it will go into her pussy. Wet from all the teasing and caressing they did to each other during the fight, her pussy easily allows me to fill her. Sheathed to the hilt through the burning hot curls, I quickly begin to fuck her. Opening and closing tightly around my cock, her cunt was overflowing with juices and soon slurping and slushing sounds follow our rhythm. Angelica and me don't bother to change position, but I see Lucia pulling herself upward. As I see her legs blooming apart around Angelica, I understand. And so does she: burying her face in Lucia's pussy, she begins to hungrily eat and suck her. Since I just did explode in Lucia's pussy, I'm not afraid to take the fullest, deepest and hardest strokes that I can. Taking the full onslaught of my passion, Angelica starts to moan into Lucia's pussy. 

While fucking this hot redhead wench, I stare at Lucia as she flails her head and arms around under Angelica's touch. Her breasts dancing like wildflowers, her face distorted once again by pleasure, her moans twisting her mouth and her hands locked on Angelica's head, no doubt trying to pull her closer than she already is: crowning our previous fuck, this lesbian cunnilingus seems to blow her mind off. And when she comes, it's like a raging storm that suddenly explodes inside her. Moans, shivers, frantic shuddering... she seems in trance. But soon enough, she rolls over for no apparent reason, taking her pussy well out of Angelica's reach. 

I quickly understand. Even though I'm feeling a downpour of sensations from Angelica's pussy, I'm still far from cumming. But my deep thrusts are pushing her to overwhelming heights of ecstasy. Letting herself lean forward, she lays down on the bed without letting me fall out of her pussy. Once her breasts reach the bed, she slides her hands under herself and pushes them down to her pussy. And that's when it began: one of the most fascinating and beautiful sights in my entire life. As soon as her fingers reached her clit, a first climax filled her body. But, seeing that I was not slowing down, she kept massaging herself and simply didn't stop climaxing. 




The Castle Ch. 02



-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. Also, some of the women in this story were "physically inspired" by some famous models. I give you the list here, but you can always make up your own images... (Lisa Boyle, Laurie Langdon)-

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During breakfast, we met two of Lucia's friends, Laurie and Lisa, who just returned to the castle yesterday. At one point, Lisa surprised me: she simply stared at me while sliding her naked foot up my leg and then shamelessly began to caress my cock through my thin shorts. When I looked back at her, she simply smiled a bit and straightened on her chair, flaunting her hardened nipples through her tee shirt. High on her round and ample breasts, those large nipples seemed to be consciously trying to push through the fabric. But, far from being ashamed of the two obvious spikes they were forming on her breasts, Lisa proudly stood as straight as she could. Hey; who am I to complain?

As Lucia and I get up to leave, Lisa and Laurie do the same. Before parting with us, Lisa walks to me inconspicuously and says: "Oh, you have something under your nose." Before letting me react, she rubs her finger under my nose and adds: "It's gone." I don't understand what she had in mind until I took my next breath; her finger must've been buried in her pussy while we ate. Now with each breath, I'm filled with the sharp spicy smell of her sex. Smiling as she and Laurie leave, I return her smile and hope for a moment alone with her. Ok maybe for two moments... 

After that, I take Lucia's hand and walk to our room. There she asks me:

"So Iann, do you ride?" Unsure of what she means, I ask her to clarify. "Horses Iann, do you ride horses?" She answered, already smiling.

"Probably: I've done it for two years a few years back, I shouldn't have any problems today." 

"Do you want to explore the surrounding paths?" 

"Yeah, that's a good idea." 

"Perfect. Laurie and Lisa are going to the lake for a swim in an hour or so. Do you want us to join them?" 

The faint smile she does when she finishes her phrase leaves me no doubts: she saw what Lisa did. "Of course, why not?" 

"I thought you'd think so..." 

With that, she opens her terry cloth robe and lets it fall down, exposing her nakedness. When she sees me taking a deep breath at the sight of her, still filled with Lisa's scent, Lucia asks: 

"What, do I still make you uncomfortable?" 

"No, quite the contrary. You're fabulous Lucia, really." 

"Thank you Iann, but I already saw that in your eyes!" 

Walking to me with a grin, she wraps me in her arms for a while. Turning around in mine and rubbing her ass against my hard cock, she tells me, before leaving for the bathroom: "Did you ever make love in the water?..." When she gets out a few minutes later, she has a towel wrapped around her, and throws one to me: "Here, I'm going to take a shower; want to join me?" 

Contrary to what I found there yesterday, probably because we're still morning, the shower is filled with people, mostly women. Still uneasy about my hard-on, I notice that even though some girls look at it, they're not at all bothered about it. Anyway, every one of the few men here are like me. Since there is no shower left for us, Lucia and I have to wait a while. But as soon as one opens up, at the far end of the room, Lucia gets up and pulls me with her. As she opens the water and gives me her soap, I whisper: 

"Isn't this place supposed to be sexless?" 

"Who talked about sex, I simply want you to lather me. But if you don't want to..." As she tries to grab the soap, I turn her around and press it against her belly. Before beginning, I lean closer to her ear: 

"You wanted to be lathered, you will..."

Rolling he soap on her skin, I begin to make small circles on her belly and slowly widen them. I quickly reach her breasts, but I only tease them for now. Then I reach downward to her dense bush and tease her a little more. Letting a few of my fingers enter the black curls, I pull them out before reaching anything too sensitive. Pushing her away, I cover her entire back with soap, as she leans against the wall. I lower my near massage to her hips and turn around to the top of her thighs. I then fill my hands with soap and put the bar in the little hole in the wall. With my hands back on her belly, I pull her against me and slide my hands up to her breasts. Cupping them with my whole opened hands, I squeeze them, massage them and tease the hardening nipples. Rubbing my fingers up and down on those little pink pebbles, I then squeeze them between two fingers, having learned yesterday night the effect that it does to her. 

Leaving her glorious mounds of flesh, I abruptly cover her whole pussy with one hand. Pulling back up and compressing her clit in the process, I feel her standing on her toes to ease the sexual tension in her crotch. But I quickly turn on the heat as I slither a few fingers into her slit and reach directly for her clit. Letting her head fall back against my shoulder, she turns it and whispers: 

"Stop it, you're not supposed to do this here..." 

"For all they know, I'm simply taking good care of your bush and pussy, if they know this much. You simply have to keep quiet and still..." 

When she brings her mouth back to my ear, she says: "Ok you little tease, just keep doing this to me..." when she stops talking, she pushes the tip of her tongue into my ear and tickle me for a few seconds. "...and I'll cum into your arms." I'm finding it hard to believe that she's already this hot, but who knows: her tongue did feel quite good. 

When I turn my head around and begin to tease and tickle her ear, she begins to shiver and I clearly feel her contained moans. But, as she said, within less than a minute, she becomes suddenly stiff as a board and shudders uncontrollably. Without a single sound escaping her closed lips, she climaxes in my arms and I feel a gush of her juices drenching my hand. When I feel her softening and relaxing, she quickly turns around in my arms and says: "Now it's my turn to lather." Everything goes fine until she has to do my legs. Kneeling in front of me, she makes a point of keeping her mouth merely inches away from my cock, and constantly opened. I only have to push in those few inches and my cock would find the wet warmth of her mouth. I was doing just fine until a weird and loud noise came from outside. 

As if someone had dropped a large box full of metal objects, there's a big crash outside. But as soon as the sound booms, Lucia opens her mouth and eats my whole cock. Engulfing me until her nose reaches my belly, I feel at the same time her throat opening to me. A second later, she pulls back and swirls her tongue on and around the head of my cock. And yet another second later, she's just as she was before the sound, patiently washing my legs. My knees become weak for a few seconds before I can get a grip on the intense feelings that rushed through me. Staring up at me with her mouth still opened, I see the smile she tries to hide from everybody else. The little tease...

Half an hour later, we're waiting outside for Laurie and Lisa. And I'm still looking for release since that teasing throat... Lucia finally told me that what happened in the showers was not just coincidence: she and a few other girls are used to this and when one of them, Tanya, saw Lucia kneeling in front of me, she went out and dropped that box. Somehow, I'm sure that no men would ever have thought about such a plan... But anyway I can't complain: the few seconds in her mouth were delicious! 

As I'm getting acquainted with my horse (Lucia has her personal horse) I wonder about the little smile she has on since we climbed on. But I get my mind back to my horse for the moment. He's huge! More like a war-horse in medieval movies than a simple riding horse, and the saddle is quite weird. The seat is longer than usual, as if it was made for someone bigger than me, much bigger. But anyway I find a good position and am ready to leave. When both girls finally arrive, I see that they're wearing the same kind of pants that Lucia is. It looks weird for riding, but at the same time, it must be quite comfortable: from the waist to he knee, it's a skin tight knit yet it's woven quite loosely (a lot of skin is bared through the numerous holes in the weave); and below the knee, the knit widens a bit. Except for the material, it looks like a 60's type of pants. They couldn't have shown more skin while protecting the girl's thighs from the saddle: how befitting for this Castle!

Anyway, we take one of the few paths offered to us and head for the lake, which is about an hour and a half up the mountain. We ride closely together and talk about nothing and everything, but after one hour, the group separates and I find myself alone with Lisa, a few meters behind Laurie and Lucia. We talk for a few minutes, but after a while, I see that Lisa has something in mind. Suddenly she shouts: "Hey girls, come here." When they arrive, she tells them: 

"Iann just told me one of his fantasies." I didn't, of course, but I'm curious about what she will say. 

"He says that he always dreamed about seeing women riding nude on horses. Won't we give him that pleasure?" Laurie laughs softly and simply nods. Lucia does the same but seems to see through Lisa's game. Beginning the strip tease, Lisa pulls her tank top and pushes it in her saddlebag. 

As I had seen through her clothing during breakfast, her breasts are indeed fabulous. Round, high, thrusting, they seem to be hiding two perfectly ripened grapefruit halves under the tanned skin. No, somehow bigger than grapefruit, but, as for Sunray, they're just on the limit of being too big. And her nipples, two pink and mouthwatering candies, are once again erect, proudly demanding all the attention. And she knows that her breasts are beautiful; once the top is stuffed into her saddlebag, she brings both her hands to her breasts and massages them for my pleasure. Apparently nobody told them about sagging; there underside simply bulge out of her chest at 90 degrees, taking more than enough time to expand their realms before curving upwards. Careless too of their own weight, which must be an impressive amount, they stand wide on her upper chest. The rubies, laying on those softer-than-thought pillows, stand pointing upward and forward, completing the feast for the eyes. 

Quickly though, turning the strip tease into a quick strip, Lucia and Laurie do the same and soon after that, even the weird pants disappear into their saddle bags. As if on cue, they all unpin their hair and let them fall down freely in the wind. Laurie's gold locks, Lisa's wavy brown hair and Lucia's coal black hair heavily flowing down their backs. As if they had been really restrained for a long time, Lisa plays with her breasts once again and asks me: "So, are you pleased with your fantasy?" I can't answer, I simply can't. With my mouth opened, I stare at all three of them, trying to get them all in a single stare. 

"I think he does, don't you Laurie?" Lisa laughs while still looking at me. 

"Yes, I think you're right. Oh Iann, just try not to drool down on your cock!" 

With that they all start laughing and finally guide their horses up the slope again. My hard-on is obvious underneath the swimsuit I like to wear around here, but I'm not so shy about it as I was in the shower the first time. Lisa, still beside me, stretches out a hand towards me, pulls the elastic band of my swimsuit and reaches in to pull my cock out. Her fingers on my skin didn't stay long enough to have any effect, but the fact that she did what she just did is enough to get me even more aroused. "It's the least you can do, no?" She asks, laughing. 

As we slowly ride up again, they stay quite close to me and I do have trouble concentrating on my horse. After Lucia took Laurie's place beside me, she hands her the rein and says: 

"Can you take care of her?" 

"Sure, no problems Lucia." 

After that, I see Lucia placing her left foot in my right stirrup, and suddenly I understand why my horse is so big and the saddle so long. Before stepping up, she says to Lisa: 

"And you..." 

"Yeah yeah, don't worry, I know what to do. Here, Iann, give me those." 

Taking the reins from my hands, she smiles at me and adds, with a quick glance at my cock: "You're lucky, Lucia, to have seen him first..." 

With that, Lucia lifts herself from her own saddle and climbs onto mine. When she places her other foot in the other stirrup, beside mines, I find her lower belly and bush inches away from my mouth. She smiles down at me and asks, in a funny formal voice: 

"Is there any room for me, sir?" 

"Sure, why don't you sit down, miss?" 

With my hands on her hips, I guide her down to me. Quickly, her pussy finds itself pressed against my cock and with one hand now on it, I open her lips and slide it up and down her slit. My god! she's as wet as I am hard: the women here do like sex a lot! Slowly she lets her weight do the work and I feel my cock sinking into her warm wetness. When she finally sits down on my thighs, we both wrap ours arms around each other and I whisper in her ear: "Why is it so good to be inside you?" With an accent on the final "you". With the same breathless tone, she answers: "I was just asking myself the opposite question..."

Sliding her head from my shoulder to my face, I see her eyes close and her lips part a little as she closes in to kiss me. I answer with all I feel within and abandon myself into her. When I slide my hands down to cup her ass cheeks, she slides her feet up from the stirrups and wraps her legs around me. Slowly humping against me, she breaks the intimate kiss and I know that she did that for the two others. But for now she leaves her head in my shoulder and I feel her humming against me. Soft moans sometimes find there way through this little purring and somehow it drives me wild. But not wild with lust; more with love or something quite close to it. My hands now roaming her back in a loving massage, I realize that this fabulous women is making her way into me feelings, my heart. Maybe she felt my train of thought through the intense yet caressing movements of my hands, but anyway she lifts her head from my shoulder. Before turning it towards Lisa, she whispers: 

"I hope we'll finish that soon, love..." Then she turns around and shouts: "So girls, I hope you didn't forget your swimsuits? It would be a shame not to be able to swim today..." 

The few laughs break away the awkward situation of our obviously intense kiss. I think even Lisa and Laurie could see that it was not empty, but somehow filled with more than passion. The rhythm of the horses walk made Lucia cum a few times before we reached the lake, quite noisily at that. "Why bother when we're alone in the forest?" she had said after the first time. We all laughed when she did, a strange closeness spreading from this intimate moment. But for me, even though her pussy kept me at a high plateau of pleasure, I didn't cum, and that's better that way: I want to be in full shape when we reach the lake. And we do after about half an hour. It is magnificent, just like the girls described it. It's also quite huge; and I understand why that is so practical. All around the shore, which seems to be all sand, small tents are set up far enough from each other to have some privacy. Suddenly I wonder how long the girls want to stay here; I have seen no tents, but those saddlebags are large enough to carry one or two of them. A night here with these three girls? Could I survive it?

"Don't worry about the tents Iann, this land belongs to the Castle, so we probably know everyone here." After saying that, Laurie, followed by Lisa, jumped off their horses and ran to the lake. When she turns her head back towards me, Lucia says: 

"You're good Iann; here we were, three girls naked for you, and me climaxing a number of time around your cock and you didn't succumb." 

"Well, let's say that if all that happened to me since I arrived to the castle hadn't, you would have made me cum in seconds. Can you imagine what the feeling of your nipples on my chest was during all that time?" 

Smiling at my answer, she kisses me before slowly lifting away from me. When she sees me staring at her bush, once again inches away from my mouth, she says: "Don't touch me or I'll scream another climax right here." Unsure if it's an invitation or not, I lean closer. 

But just as I was beginning to kiss the skin around her bush, Lisa arrives and says: "Come on Iann, give her a rest... Come here Lucia, I'll save you from his evil grasp..." After being pulled down to the ground, Lucia says to her: 

"...so you'll be able to have him!" 

Smiling, Lisa answers: "Me! Do something like that! Of course not, you know me better than that..." 

"Yeah, exactly." But before even touching me, Lisa seems to wait for a signal of some sort. And indeed, before leaving to join Laurie in the lake, Lucia makes a small nod and smiles at Lisa: 

"You'll never change, won't you?" 

"Why should I? Now go, before I decide to have both of you at the same time..." For a second, Lucia's eyes open and sparkle with anticipation. But then she turns around and runs for Laurie. 

"Now, to get things straight." Saying that, Lisa grabs my tee shirt and pulls it off. My shoes and swimsuit follow the same path. "Ah! Now we're talking." 

"You simply want to talk?" Surprised by my question, she looks at me and smiles devilishly. 

"If that's what you really wish..." But she grabs my hand and pulls me into the woods. A few minutes later we reach a small clearing completely covered with a thick green moss. Stopping to caress my cock, she then pushes me to the ground. She walks above me until her pussy is directly above my face. After smiling at me one last time, she begins to dance above me. Always keeping her feet beside my head, she moves and twists around, closing and spreading her legs to hide or reveal her pussy. She teases me by lowering herself just inches away from my face, lewdly spreading her pussy lips with her fingers, before getting back up. But after a while, she turns around and kneels down above me. Just before covering my face with her crotch, she tells me: "Make me wet... well, wetter."

With that, my face disappears between the cheeks of her ass and my tongue buries itself into her sex. But at the same time, I feel her mouth engulfing my cock. After a few swirls, I feel her throat opening for me. Are all the girls here cock-sucking angels? Anyway I resume my own work and delve into her as deep as I can, searching for a magic spot. But I quickly find that her clit is somehow extremely sensitive: suddenly my tongue is glued to it. Not letting it move out of my reach even though Lisa's moving around a lot, I tease and caress it as best as I can. All of a sudden, after feeling quite a gush of her girl-cum flow into my mouth, she pulls out of my reach and lets my cock fall back down to my belly. Now sitting on the moss, she spreads her legs wide and begins to caress herself. 

But I realize that she's not simply caressing her pussy; she's actually coating her breasts with her cum. This must be some kind of fetish she has, or maybe she's preparing a feast for me? "You don't even begin to realize who lucky your cock is, don't you?" Just as I was about to say no, I understand. Pleased with the result of her work, she sits back on her feet, kneeling like a goddess. "Come here, won't you?" I then kneel across her thighs and find my cock pressed against her chest. "Here you go lucky man..." And with that, she closes her breasts around my cock, trapping it in the most soft and tender warmth it has ever felt. Slick with her juices and her saliva on my cock, her ample breasts close easily around my shaft. 




The Castle Ch. 02



I am late coming home. The rainy weather and all – traffic on our one lane road to the castle sometimes gets clogged up with sheep. And there is no moving those little buggers. If they want the road – they take the road.

But you, my pet, were waiting – always reliable – never complaining – for punishment would be severe should you.

Yes – you were waiting – in your customary kneeling position – head bowed slightly – eyes lowered to the floor – not daring to look upon your MASTER. Yes – you have been well trained, my pet. Tonight I shall reward you for it.

Knowing that you have been kneeling on that cold stone floor for so long, I bid you rise and follow me. Into the kitchen where the warmth of the open fire takes the chill of the March air off the room – warms the cold hands of your MASTER and warms my scantily clad slave.

My first order of the day is food and drink. Having been so long in coming, it is now just past 7 in the evening – long past our normal dining hour. You serve me – then return to the hearth – to warm yourself for later.

Knowing that you ate early so that you would be available to serve me, I bid you return to the table and, at least, have some more wine – the Merlot is excellent, my pet.

I take it all in, while I am eating – that tight corset I laced up for you this morning, knowing full well that there was no way you could remove it yourself. That tiny wasp like waist of yours – some 10 or 11 inches around – why I could span your entire waist with both hands.

Those black seamed stockings that encase your long legs are so perfect for you. The high heel shoes – making your tall stature even more apparent when you stand. You are a raving beauty, my pet and I have chosen well. But, it wasn’t me. It was you who chose to serve your MASTER. It was you that had the pick of those whom you would serve. And you chose me!

Those beautiful creamy breasts of yours sitting high on the platform at the top of the corset – nipples in view and aroused – hard little pebbles just begging to be sucked upon. Nipple clamps in place – clit clamp in place – how long has it been, my pet – how long have you had them in place? Twenty minutes – too long. Remove them now before you get tissue damage.

I watch as you remove your clamps – one at a time – the blood rushing in to fill the nipple – making it red and inflamed – the intense pain of the initial filling with blood – the low moan that emanates from your scarlet red lipsticked whore lips. Then you remove the clit clamp. Not only does your moaning increase in volume but your fine body trembles in orgasmic bliss as you cum. Not for the first time today, I suspect – nor will it be the last.

I tell you to look at me – your finely chiseled features rise as do your eyes to gaze upon your MASTER. The love in your eyes says it all. The love you have for your MASTER shines through those piercing eyes.

Seeing you like this causes my cock to begin to swell. It is time to have a bath – for showers were difficult to install in our castle and we only have the one bath. And it takes up one of the top floor bedrooms. Two flights of stairs to climb.

Ordering you to go draw my bath, I follow you as you walk up the stairs – those high heels causing your succulent ass to sway seductively from side to side – is this a show for your MASTER, my pet? I think so – I think you are very much aware of how much I admire your attributes.

You reach the landing and turn, smiling at my eyes on your derriere. Then you turn and lead on – up the second flight of stairs – beautiful snow white creamy cheeks swaying from side to side. I can’t help it – my cock is getting harder and my mouth is beginning to salivate – in anticipation of things to come.

You enter the bath – me to my room to undress – for your MASTER does not require his slave to do all his bidding – besides – your MASTER is in more of a hurry now.

You start the bath –running more hot than cold – to make sure the chill is off the air – putting my favorite pear scented oil into the bath. Leaving the hot water running, you return downstairs to clean up after my meal and to lock up the castle for the night while I sit in the hot steamy bath waiting on you.

When you return to the bath, you turn around so that I may remove your corset. Once untied – you take a deep breath – the first since early morning when I tied the corset on you. Because a properly installed corset never lets the lady draw a full breath.

Without moving a step – you bend over to roll your stockings down – causing your fine ass to widen – God! What a lovely ass! And you know how to tease me with it, don’t you?

Once you have your stockings and shoes removed, you turn and start to enter the bath. It is this that I have been waiting for – as you lift your left leg to enter the bath – your hot steamy sex is opened wide to my eyes. Your red swollen labia are full in view. Your protective wings have opened up showing me your inner lips. Your hard little bud has poked his little head out from under his protective sheath and is winking at me. No, that is just moisture I see – dripping from your sex – you are already dripping wet, my pet – ready for sex – anticipating what is to come for you this evening as well.

We wash each other – using washcloths and lupus to scrub and scour the skin until it is red with cleanliness.

I have you stand up first – washing your middle – your mons – your sex – turning you so that I may wash your ass - your full globes and teasing that little star shaped rosebud that is your anus – tickling it and cleaning it as you bend over – sticking one finger inside and listening as you catch your breath with excitement.

I continue washing you - your long, long legs (how I love those long legs) – your feet – one by one, each toe and between – sensuously rubbing your feet. You like that, don’t you, my pet? Something tells me that my pet would have me for a slave should she wish.

Now it is my turn – I rise and you kneel in the water to administer the rest of my needs. Using the washcloth – you spread hot soapy water across my groin – scrubbing my balls and cock – turning me and then scrubbing my anus – cleaning your MASTERS body as only a good slave can do. Washing my legs, front and back, knees, thighs and, finally, my feet – cleaning each toe in the process.

After rinsing me off – you take my tumescent cock in your mouth and gently suck on it – massaging my cum filled ball sack as you do. Laving the sensitive underside of my mushroom cap – gently nipping with your teeth – such exquisite pleasure, my pet. You have learned so well how to please your MASTER. 

Sucking my cock gently into your mouth – all the way to the back of your throat as it gets harder and harder. Stretching your red lipsticked whore lips to encircle my girth – almost gagging as the length plunges farther into your throat. There is still a couple of inches to go, my pet and you will have consumed all of my massive cock.

I place my hand under your chin and tilt your head up – eyes on mine now – throat tilted for easier entry of my cock – the last two inches enter your throat – the mushroom cap causing a bulge in your throat – so obscene, it looks – so obscene – and yet – so right. Do you want my cum, my pet? All of it? Or just a little and save the rest for your hot tongue? Tell me, pet – tell me so that I may please you for a change.

You feel my ball sack tighten – signaling my impending release – feeling the cum boil up out of my ball sack – my cock swelling further – cum spurting in your throat – spurting more and more – you press your face firmer against my groin as you continue your swallowing motion – empting my balls of all my cum. You have given me your answer – your actions spoke for how you feel.

My cock begins to deflate – you reluctantly allow it so slip from your lips – smiling though, cause you know you can resurrect it later. My little cum slut slave – you are precious.

We exit the bath. Taking one of the larger bath towels, I begin to dry the water off your exquisite body for I have been standing and long since dried from the air. Pulling the plug on the bathtub, we go to the bedroom. Time for bed – time for rest – to awaken in the night and take pleasure with each other.

First I dress you in your leather corset – not with ties – the one with snaps. This will warm you while you sleep at my feet, my pet. A clean pair of black seamed stockings completes the outfit.

Then I take your chains and attach them to your collar – the other end of which I attach to your wrist cuffs and your leg cuffs. Another chain attached to your collar and to the foot of the bed, further confines you there for my pleasure when I awake. I pull the covers up, taking care that your head is exposed so that you might breathe. Kissing your forehead – I lie back and sleep.

Some hours later I awake – the bathroom calls. My movements disturb you and, asking if you have need of the toilet, I unchain you and lead you in. I stand there and watch you relieve yourself – smiling at you. You are so pretty – even in that “fresh awakening” appearance. When you finish – wiping yourself – I send you back to the bed – telling you to remove all your chains and crawl under the covers near my pillow.

When I finish, I return to the bed. You are dozing already – almost asleep. Seeing you lie there, the rise and fall of your exquisite breast does wonders for my cock – causing it to swell in anticipation. I want you, my love and I know you want to sleep.

Going to the other side of the bed, I crawl in behind you, pulling your butt toward my groin – easing my rapidly rising cock between your creamy inner thighs. Soon I am fully erect – ready for some serious sex. Scrunching around, I lift your top leg and enter my cockhead into your spreading wings. Holding your long, long leg above my body, I ease forward – forcing more of my length inside you. Slowly – carefully – I enter you – you are still wet from your pee and my cock goes in with ease until it has bottomed out within your bald pussy.

I begin to rock back and forth – pulling my cock out – then pushing it back in. Your juices continue to flow – pussy juice now – that woman’s essence that is so tasty. I continue. You begin to respond and push your beautiful butt back against me – urging more and more of my hard cock within you – massaging your G spot in the process. You begin to cum – moaning and trembling – cumming until your juices flow freely from your saturated pussy – cumming until you finally sigh and collapse – tired from your exercise.

I roll you over on your stomach and press your legs together. Lifting your butt off the bed slightly causes your tight pussy labia to be exposed. Sliding my cock into you from behind in this position is tight – very tight – I can’t hold off long – your pussy is milking my cock – asking that my juices fill you up. I begin to cum – spurt after spurt again until my ball sack is empty. I rest atop you like this – dropping off to sleep in this position – covering you so that you will not be chilled. I love you, pet. 



The Castle Ch. 02



"Go for it, they're all yours..." And I do. I begin to fuck those globes of flesh, shamelessly forgetting about her pleasure. They are simply perfect; the shape, the softness, the smoothness enhanced by the slick trick with her juices. Adding to the true pleasure of fucking those breasts, she squeezes, twists and pounds them around my shaft, turning unbelievable sensations into a mind boggling bliss. But she's not one to be satisfied with one simple thing: after opening her breasts, she bends down and sucks my cock into her mouth. But I really mean suck. On the first stroke she easily reached at least half my length, and after a few tongue lashes, she engulfs me completely. And while she alternates between the two distinct delights, she pushes me down on my back. 

Once I'm down and she's kneeling between my legs, her mouth still locked around my cock, she begins to caress me with her hands. For the first time in my life, a girl caresses my nipples: the feeling is surprising, to say the least. Soft tweaking and gently pulling was all it took to convince me that men had sensitive nipples too. And those weird feelings quickly spread to my belly. When she sees the goosebumps covering it, she pulls away from my cock and smiles as she makes her way up. Kissing and licking while her breasts land once again on my cock, she teases me before reaching and kissing my left nipple. In a totally different way, her lips and tongue sends thousands of tiny sparks in my chest. Instinctively closing her breasts around my harder than rock cock with my hands, I resume the classic fucking motions in her motherly curves. Seeing that, she raises her head with a grin: 

"You like them don't you?" 

"Oh God yes..." After a small satisfied laugh, she bends back down and resumes her delightful work.

After caressing my other nipple with her magic mouth, she climbs the rest of the way up and lets her kiss overflow in and around my mouth. Her passion is screaming at my entire body. But when I feel her legs closing around my sides and her pussy resting on my cock, I regain a little bit of control. Humping my cock until the underside opens her lips, I reach for her hips. Unbelievably, once more, I feel her clit rubbing the entire length of my cock, pushing moans from her hungry mouth. But soon I feel her pussy reaching and stopping at the tip of my cock, where the head slips comfortably into her. Raising herself with her hands on my chest, she pushes back and lets my cock enter her. The feelings are too much... 

Still bent above me, she begins to fuck me. With her head whipping her hair around and her breasts moving wildly around, she begins to lean back. Soon she slides her hands back to her hips and continues to fuck me like a beast. Now standing perfectly straight, her long strokes let her plunge down on me with an audible thump, an amazingly erotic thump. After a number of those furious strokes, she places her hands on my knees and arches her back forward, pushing her breasts out obscenely. With the added pressure on my cock, I feel her muscles spasming around me. But, as before, she doesn't stay that way for long. Sliding her hands lower on my legs, she also raises her knees and slides her feet from my hips to my armpits. With the sight of her splayed pussy before my eyes, and the strange motions this position imposes her, I loose all concentration and let her body push me over the edge. 

When she feels me bucking erratically under her, she moans: "Oh yes Iann, fill me with that, fill me until I blow up..." With her last words, I know that she too is exploding. Her constricting pussy quickly looses the rhythm and Lisa turns into nothing less than a wild beast. Moaning and groaning as she cums, she begs me to fuck her harder and faster, which I do as best I can through my own climax. Not able to do anything else than a mad grinding, she crushes her pussy against my pubic bone. More power and intensity than ever before streams through my veins as we both share a long awaited climax. Since she teased me under the table earlier, we knew this had to happen. But I never thought it would be so strong! She is sex!... But we soon fall against one another, completely exhausted. Later, we get up and laugh at this explosion. 

When we return, hand in hand, to the beach, we find Laurie and Lucia lying on their backs, perfecting their already perfect tans. Naked as the day they were born, they look like nymphs. When I lay down beside Lucia she says: 

"So, you survived?" 

"Barely..." She laughs softly and turns back to the sun, her hand having found mine. She simply smiles when I bring it back to my mouth to kiss it. For a long time, letting me time to relax, we stay there silently, simply basking under the heat. 

As the sun begins to set, we all wake up and take a thankfully cool dip in the lake. After looking to the other side of the lake, Laurie asks us if we're ready to go to the bay. 

"The bay?" I ask. 

"Yes, unless you don't want to eat. Everybody who's around the lake will probably go there to eat. Sounds good?" 

Thinking about the number of women there, I nod and they all smile. 

"We thought you would..." And with that, we put our suits back on and ride through the densely wooded paths. It's only a twenty-minute ride, but the sun is almost completely set when we arrive. As I expected, it's full of people, mostly women. A big fire is raging and people are gathered loosely around it. It still warm enough to wear swimsuits, but the few cool breezes sometimes push out a nipple or two. 

Pulling a large blanket and a picnic meal from their saddlebags, Laurie and Lucia then find us a place to sit. At first it seemed far from the fire, but as more and more people arrived, we soon found ourselves surrounded by about a hundred persons. Yet the ambience remains quite intimate, and many people move around to explore the new faces around. The supper goes on normally but I notice that, contrary to everywhere else around the castle, there is no sexual aura. When I quietly ask Lucia about this, she tells me: "It would indeed be improper to have any kind of sexual relations here, but you'll understand why later." Intrigued by this, I nonetheless enjoy the evening. But somehow everybody gradually stops talking and our attention is drawn to the fire. 

Standing there, in the empty ring around the fire, a man and woman are starting some kind of dance. Dressed as Fiji Island traditional folk, they move around the fire in an elaborate pattern that becomes more and more complex. After a few minutes, Lucia asks if she can have a place between my legs. As I open them, she sits back against me and pulls my arms around her waist. Elated by the peculiar and so rich smell of her hair, I take a deep breath and turn my eyes back to the dance. A few minutes later the dance takes a sharp twist: simulating a ritual fight, both of them fake blows and strikes on the other. But the guy grabs his partner's feather bra and tears it away, revealing he lush curves of her breasts. 

When Lucia hears me moaning a low and satisfied: "Mmmmm...", she says: "I thought you'd like the show...". And I do. But even though my eyes are now glued to the dance, I nonetheless notice that we're not the only couple sitting the way Lucia chose. When Lisa comes behind me to cover both of us in a large blanket, I begin to understand why. But when Lucia begins to caress me with small motions of her head against my shoulder, I understand perfectly. Still enjoying the show, I let my hand slide down across Lucia's belly and reach her bikini bottom. As I slip my fingers under it, she says: "Well Iann, you catch on quite quickly... Looks like it's my turn to Mmmmm and moan." Moving a bit between my legs she opens hers for me. As the man's mouth closes for the first time on his partner's nipple, I cup my hand firmly around Lucia's pussy. 

And all through the dance, which becomes sexier by the minute, I caress Lucia, just as all the other guys here are probably doing. But I'm in for a little surprise when I turn around to see what Lisa and Laurie are doing, all alone. Well, I don't have to guess very long; the expression on Laurie's face is quite explicit: she has Lisa's fingers deep inside her pussy. Sitting just like us, Laurie's head rests dreamily on Lisa's shoulder while she kisses her neck slowly. Whispering not to disturb her pleasure too much, I tell Lucia: 

"I guess we don't have to worry about Lisa and Laurie..." 

Turning her head, she then leans it back against me: "Oh well, you know Lisa... And did you really think Laurie and I patiently waited while you were fucking Lisa?" 

And with that I see her licking her smiling lips slowly. The image of Lucia between Laurie's legs, her mouth and tongue invading the blonde bush is too much... Clamping my fingers harder on her bush, I begin to really masturbate her. With the guy's cock free, the other dancer teases him with caresses and small licks, as the dance slows down quite a bit. Under our blanket, alternating between her clit and the sensitive rim of her hole, I let two fingers bring Lucia to the edge. I feel her breathing harder and I know she's close to climax. But I try to wait a while, to keep her on that blissful brink. Now lying on his back, the man see the girl above him, dancing much like Lisa was doing to me earlier. He's till the only one seeing her pussy since she still has some kind of bottom on. But she lowers herself on his mouth and the crowd lets out a collective moan when the girl shouts hers. As she does, I let my fingers slip in Lucia's hole, but not deeper than an inch. As I twist and pull inside her pussy, I feel her tensing up and twisting in my arms. But I'm still careful not to push her off into her climax. 

With my fingers well away from her clit, I wait for the couple to do something else. When the girl turns around and bends down to gulp the guy's cock, he pushes the feather skirt up from her hips to her waist. More and more her ass is revealed until the tiny skirt rests too high to hide anything interesting. They are not faking anything anymore: the girl really has his cock deep into her mouth and her motions are full and quite intense. Suddenly Lucia tries to move and turn around in my arms. Noticing that a lot of the other girls have disappeared inside the blankets, I understand what Lucia wants to do and shivers of anticipation run up and down my entire body. But I stop her nonetheless: 

" You know I want this as much as the next guy, but I want this interlude to be all yours." 

"But I really would like to suck you off Iann, it's not a duty..." 

"Thanks, but let me give this to you, you've already given me so much." 

And, I must admit, a guy has to rest once in a while: I was going to explode if this furious pace kept up too long!

Surprised but delighted by my benevolence, she lays back in my arms just in time for the best part. On hands and knees, the girl lewdly displays her ass and pussy to the dancer behind her, inviting him to fuck her. After caressing her slit with his cock-head, he places his hands on her hips and penetrates her fully. A long, slow and single stroke is all it took for her to engulf his long shaft completely. At the same time, I let two of my fingers slide deeply inside her hole and begin to fuck her as fast as I can. My palm locked against her clit, each of my small thrusts must send pulses of ecstasy into her whole body. A few minutes later, and a number of small shuddering climaxes, a strong and final one ravages her body and she can't control a moan, a loud and piercing moan. 

And then she does something quite unexpected: throwing away the blanket that was hiding our intimacy, she keeps her legs splayed open and lets her moan flow freely out of her panting mouth. Tearing off her bikini top, she begins to caress and massage her breasts as she still rides on the crest of an incredible orgasm. People all around turn toward us and look at the wild woman, but not like voyeurs. They feel much more like accomplices than anything else, passively participating in her rapture. But soon a dozen or more of them closes up around us, still without breaking that aura of closeness. Lisa leans towards Lucia and begins to pull down her bikini bottom. Lucia readily raises her ass to let it slip down. Laurie then comes up from the other side and begins to kiss Lucia's thigh while Lisa begins to caress her breast. Spreading her legs and arms wide, Lucia invites everybody else. 

All of a sudden, the all come to her and begin to kiss, caress or feel her body, from her feet and calves, her hands and arms to her belly and breasts. Lisa often bends down to kiss her quite fiercely as I feel Laurie's tongue beside my hand, fooling around in Lucia's bush. Once I felt a finger slipping through mine and sliding in and out of Lucia's slit for a few times, before disappearing as quickly as it came. Now a man and Lisa are each locked on one of Lucia's nipples, Laurie still teases her bush and everybody else caresses her entire body. From loud moans to even louder shouts, Lucia cries out a final climax. I feel her trembling and shaking all over while, slowly, every body moves away. 

Finally she stops, with droplets of sweat covering her body, and turns around in my arms. Pushing me on my back, she wraps herself around me and squeezes me hard, without a word. She still shivers and I know that her whole body is still filled with this pure joy. After a while, with the blanket over both of us again, she stops shaking and whispers: 

"It was just too good... it wasn't a dream, was it?" 

"No, it was real, don't worry..." 

And with that I feel her falling asleep in my arms. I can understand her: she climaxed for about twenty minutes without stopping, every nerve in her body stimulated in one way or another. 

Later, with the tent built behind me I slowly get up and carry Lucia in it. Large enough for the four of us, the tent seems better than anything I thought would fit into the saddlebags. But right now I don't care. With Lisa on the other side, close to Lucia, Laurie comes and lies down beside me. Whispering, she asks me: 

"With Lucia out, I'd like to ask you a favor. I just love to fall asleep with a cock buried in me. But I'm too sensitive to fuck you right now and anyway, I want you hard. Think you can control yourself?" 

"Sure, I'll try as hard as I can." 

With that, she rolls on her side and invites me in. Sliding beside her I guide my cock in her still dripping pussy and push in slowly. As I slide in, I lick and kiss her neck. When my crotch reaches her round ass, I tell her: 

"You're delicious Laurie, you really are." 

"Thank you Iann. Wake me up if ever you can't control yourself okay?" 

Trying to control my laugh, I answer :" No problem..." And with that, we all fall asleep. 

I'm awakened by a warm and wet feeling around my cock. As I open my eyes in the silent night, I see Laurie eating my cock slowly. When I raise my head to realize that I can barely see in this darkness, she looks at me and smiles, before closing her eyes again and concentrating on her task. Soon her tongue and warm mouth get the better of my resistance and I fill her mouth with cum, in perfect silence. After cleaning me up, she walks up to me and lays herself on me, covering me with her smooth curves and welcomed heat. After kissing my ear, she whispers: "Lucia was right, you do taste great..." And with that I bring the blanket above us both and we fall back asleep. 

This time it's me that wake her up. I tried to move and was roused by her weight on me: she's still completely spread on me, her legs opened to each side of mines; her blond pussy directly against my cock. In a few seconds it turns hard and she wakes up as I succeed in placing it against her hole. She whispers once again not to wake anyone: with the reddish light outside, it must be about 5 o'clock. "Wait a few minutes unless you want a dry fuck..." I was too fuzzy to think about that, and when I see her smiling to me, containing a laugh, I pull her down to kiss her. My hands suddenly cover both her ass cheeks and she guides the underside of my cock between her lips. As soon as the first drops of wetness ooze from her pussy, she begins to rub my cock up and down, never letting it slip out of her slit. 

Before long I feel her clit growing against my cock and at the same time, her breathing becomes hard against my ear. I don't know how she does this, but within minutes, I feel some of her juice dripping down to my abdomen, drenching my cock instantly. And as she stops, I realize that she was shaking all over. "My God Iann! you've already made me come once! How do you do that with your cock?" She came? I didn't feel it, except for the sudden gush of juice! Then I feel her bringing her legs along my sides, and the added pressure on my cock is wonderful. With that I pull her ass upward just enough to let the head of my cock slip deeper in her slit. For the second time I find myself there, but now I'm going to fuck her real good. After slipping my hands in the valley between her hips and legs, I push her down my shaft and thrust it up against her. 

The violence of my penetration, I'll never go deeper inside Laurie than where I am now, surprised her: she can't control a moan, a hard and loud moan that leaves nothing to the imagination. Everybody outside must have heard that! Raising herself upright until she's sitting above my cock, her long blond hair shining magnificently and her full breasts still heaving with lust, she begins to ride me like it's the last thing she'll do in her life. Soon Lucia and Lisa begin to stir around us, while Laurie doesn't seem to care about awakening everybody on the beach anymore. But right now I'm enthralled by Laurie's furious rhythm, and my eyes are locked on the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her blond bush. 

Suddenly I see Lisa appearing behind Laurie, both her hands quickly finding Laurie's breasts, and her head around her shoulder to kiss Laurie. The moans stop, but the intensity doesn't. As soon as I turn my head to see what Lucia's doing, I find her inches away from mine and before I can do anything, she reduces those inches to nothing and begins to kiss me. All of a sudden I feel Laurie's rhythm breaking apart and I feel her pussy constricting my cock into a vise of pure delight: she's cumming again! At the same time, Lucia stops kissing me and moves around beside me. As I look back at Laurie's pussy to she her climaxing, she's holding her bush spread between two fingers. Tattooed there beneath the blond curls is a figure: a pale brown fox-head. When I look up to her eyes, she's indeed looking at me while kissing Lisa. I only have enough time to smile at her before I understand what Lucia was up to. 

In a second I see her sitting on my face, covering my mouth with her mound as she bends towards Laurie. Feeling comfortably at home, I drive my tongue as deep as I can in the delicious depths of her sex, happy to find the smells, textures and tastes I came to love much love. But her clit seems to grow on me and soon I can't ignore it any longer. Sucking it between my lips, I squeeze them around it as I slowly flick my tongue across its sensitive flesh. All that time I don't really know what's happening on the other side of Lucia's body, but since Laurie never moved off, and I feel a pussy fucking me madly, I guess that she's going at it for a third climax.

What I can see though, is Lisa. She's standing above me between Lucia and Laurie, with the pleasure of Lucia's mouth on her bush, and probably Laurie's from behind too. That would explain the pleasure-contorted face she has. But what would I give to see Laurie's face buried in the cleft of Lisa's wonderful ass! Am I dreaming? or is this really true? It's the first time in my life that I get to make love with more than one woman at a time, and now I have three, three of the most beautiful women in the world! But in an instant Lucia brings me back to reality: after a few uncontrolled moans and while she visibly has troubles keeping her pussy on my mouth without breaking my neck with her legs, she climaxes and drenches my mouth with a final surge of her juices. Pulling her too-sensible clit away from my tongue, she places herself to have better access to Lisa's pussy, while nevertheless giving me a great if lewd look at her ass. 




The Castle Ch. 02



A few minutes later, I feel Laurie spasming once more around my cock and she stifles her moans in Lisa's ass. Seconds before I could cum too, she pulls away and I don't understand why. Until I see Lisa lying down on her side... Opening her legs shamelessly, she invites Lucia and Laurie to continue what they were doing, but in much more comfortable positions. And, after seeing Lisa staring at my hard, girl-cum-dripping cock, she invites me with a curled finger. Amazed at the sight of these two gorgeous women's mouths locked all around a third one's pussy, I slowly walk around them and sit just in front of Lisa, knowing perfectly well what we both want. After turning her upper body towards me, she grabs my cock with her hand and fools with it for a while. "Having heard your moans, I want to let this big mister calm down for a while..."

While doing that, she bends down and lightly kisses the sides and underside of my cock, licking the not-so-sensitive parts of my cock and balls. But as the combined effects of Lucia and Laurie's mouth begin to intoxicate Lisa, she opens her mouth wide and engulfs my cock, just as wonderfully as she did yesterday. And now, sitting down with my legs opened around Lisa head and my hands supporting me behind me, I watch all these girls abandoning themselves to pure lust and realize that we didn't even have breakfast yet!

But instead of letting Lisa bring me to climax, I see Lucia's pussy waiting for me. She's on her side, legs curled against her breasts and her pussy is showing between her ass cheeks; she looks even more inviting than Lisa's mouth. She seems disappointed when I pull away, but a spasm of pleasure makes her forget all about me. Kneeling down behind Lucia, I guide my cock to her lips, which are still drenched with her juices. When she feels me, she doesn't stop to lick Lisa, but simply moves a hand to my thigh, slowly caressing me. Slowly I slip into her and soon I'm fucking away into the pussy of the most wonderful woman here. She's so warm and slick, and now her closed thighs add even more pressure to her big lips, sending shivers all through my body. After only a few minutes of this bliss, I explode into her, filling her once again with what seems like a gallon of cum. When I pull out, exhausted, I sit down and watch, still amazed, at these three girls. 

They finally continued without me for about twenty minutes, changing positions to assure that everyone tasted everyone and that they all came at least once against the two other mouths... A dance to remember. 

After that, we packed up and headed slowly back down the trails. My cock now ached each time it was hard but Lucia insisted to "ride" with me again, which was more pleasure than pain after all, much more. When the Castle appeared through the trees, about twenty minutes ride away, Lucia told me: 

"If you're still aching all over, I have just the thing for you..." 

Then Laurie interrupted her: "Are you sure that what we all have in mind will cure that kind of ache?" 

They, it appeared, all knew what Lucia was talking about. But why should I be shy about it: we're intimate enough I should say! I learned that what she had in mind was a long relaxing soak in the natural hot bath in the Castle basement. Apparently it's as large as the Castle itself, lined with huge arcades to support the castle above. The sight, smell, feel and taste (if we want...) are incredible. And so, as I guide my horse to the stable, I'm already longing for the hot water that awaits us...

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The Castle Ch. 03



-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. Also, some of the women in this story were "physically inspired" by some famous models. I give you the list here, but you can always make up your own images... (Vivian Heberlein, Alexah Adams, Stacy Sanches, Sung Hi Lee, Priscilla Taylor) -

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Still feeling uncomfortably tight in my swimsuit, since Lucia got back on her horse only minutes ago, I guide the horse to the stable. I'm surprised yet pleased to see Vivian in there, tending the horses. When she recognizes me she looks afraid of my reaction: she was kind of rude in a certain way when she introduced me to this castle. But after seeing my smile, she asks: 

"No hard feelings?" 

"Why? You gave me my first taste of this castle..." 

To my surprise and pleasure I see her blushing to the roots her of hairs. But I know that she's not really shy: she's probably doing that because Lucia, Lisa and Laurie are listening to what we're saying. Then, to change the subject, she asks the three girls accompanying me: "Taking him to the baths I hope? He seems to be needing it." And while Laurie answers, I wonder: are all the girls here telepaths? How could she have known that?

Anyway I give the reins of my horse to her and we each head for our rooms to change into something more comfortable. As I close the door behind Lucia, I ask her: 

"What are we supposed to wear down there?" 

"Anything you like, nothing if you wish so. But we usually arrive with swimsuits, which often disappear after the first dip. There should be another swimsuit in the top drawer if you feel like changing the one you have." 

"Thanks, good idea." 

We then head for Lucia's room, a room that I never saw. Come to think of it, I didn't see Alexah's room either when I walked her there a few days ago. And as we stop in front of the large wooden door, Lucia turns to me with a shy smile: 

"I don't know what Vivian told you when you arrived, but our rooms are somewhat private. Don't feel bad, I intend to spend the night in here with you tonight, if you so desire, but right now I would like you to stay here while I change." 

"Ok, I'm getting used to mysteries around here anyway. And, you know quite clearly that I do wish to spend the night with you..." Then she kisses me on the cheek and slips in the barely opened door. While there, she says: 

"You might meet someone at the bath, a new girl that might catch your attention..." 

It feels weird talking alone in the corridor, but I simply answer: "I might indeed, but I don't think they'll be able to drag me to their beds!" I laugh as I finish my phrase, but when she opens the door I take her in my arms: 

"Physically you're the incarnation of my most beautiful dream. And from what I've already learned about the rest of you, I don't think anyone will be able to tear me away from what I've found." 

After kissing me once again, this time longer and with more heat, she takes my hand and we then head for the baths. She chose a wonderful bikini for our afternoon in the baths: blood red pieces of thin spandex barely covering her nipples and bush. But what the heck: she's too beautiful to hide!

Or so I thought. For no apparent reason she often looks around and asks me to be quiet. In my ear, she whispers: "I have a surprise for you. Let's hope that for some reason Vivian is there..." Completely unable to make any sense of all this, I simply follow her. After entering in what looks like a janitor's room, she asks me to keep the lights turned off. I barely see her pushing away some huge boxes before a light beam streams from the wall. As she peeks in, I see a smile growing on her face. "Here Iann, take a look..."

As I lean against the wall and bend to look in, I'm shocked to see what's behind the wall. It's a huge room, richly decorated like the rest of the castle. It looks like the room where the maids come to relax because there's a lot of discarded uniforms all over. But the most fascinating sight in there is barely 10 feet away from the wall: two maids, judging from their age, are completely naked and locked into extremely steamy sex. Lying down on a huge bear skin rug, they're letting all the pent-up tension explode. I can even her them moaning and sometimes screaming. They're not the only ones in there: three or four other nearly naked maids are sitting across the room talking as if nothing special was happening. But to me the sight, or show, is breathtaking...

A blonde and a redhead are dancing together: right now, the blonde has one of the red head's nipples locked in her mouth. But it doesn't seem to be enough: the red head is grinding her pussy on her friend's thigh. After a particularly strong moan, the red head moves down on her friend and dives into a tongue-lashing kiss. But she seems to hungry to stay there and after sucking the blonde's nipples, she continues down and quickly finds herself facing a blond bush. And as two legs lock around her head, she grabs the blonde's hips and begins to eat her pussy. 

Throwing her hands down to her friend's head, the blonde pulls her even closer and begins to trash around on the rug. Her plump breasts moving about, her back arched to thrust her pussy against her friend's mouth and her head thrown back: she looks like the incarnation of ecstasy. Suddenly she opens her legs wide and cries: "I want your pussy... turn around for me baby." And she does so quickly, as if realizing that they could have done that long ago. As soon as she squats over the blonde's face, the eager tongue plunges in her pussy and she cries a low moan: "God this is good!" And then she falls back in between the blonde's legs and literally envelops her pussy with her mouth. 

While watching this magical scene unfold, I had not realized that my cock had grown out of the leg of my swimsuit into a full-blown erection. And when a hot and warm mouth engulfs it completely, I have trouble trying to control my moans. As I look down, I barely make out the contour of Lucia's body, sitting in front of me. My cock easily finds its way down between her lips and she proceeds to slowly caress me. Her hands caressing my legs and ass, she simply indulges my cock in a delightful stimulation, clearly not aiming at my immediate climax. And so while I watch the two young girls hitting it off, I relax in the hot comforts of Lucia's mouth. 

But soon the emotions get too intense: Lucia's doing a wonderful job and the two girls' passion is so hot that I can't control myself any longer. I begin to thrust my cock into her mouth and she knows fully well what that means. She sucks me harder and further down her throat as I explode in total silence. The only sounds in this room are the slurping noises of her mouth sucking me dry, without a single drop of cum falling off. With my eyes closed in the darkness, I see stars as Lucia's tongue fill my cock with more feeling than I can handle at the same time. Before letting me slip away she cleans me completely, teasing my sensitive glans with her tongue a few last times. When I pull her up I take her in my arms and hold her there for long minutes. "You're wonderful..." Then, slowly, we leave this room and now, I suppose, heading for the baths. 

"Want to see Angelica and Alexah again Iann?" 

"Sure." 

"Good. I called them while changing into my swimsuit." 

"Called them? I didn't hear a thing." 

"Oh, it's a little system we all have in our rooms. I simply pressed three buttons: Angelica's, Alexah's and the hot baths' room. Since I was calling from my room, they both received a personal invitation to join us there." 

"Simple and efficient." I reply calmly. But Now I'm really beginning to wonder if these girls are not all telepaths...

But as we turn the next corner, Alexah joins us, wearing, just as Lucia, next to nothing. And seeing those two women, golden blonde and raven black, is more than enough to get this telepathy theory out of my mind. Alexah's even wearing the same kind of swimsuit: three pieces of spandex joined by a handful of strings. Hers, to contrast with her blonde hair, is a beautifully rich green. "Hi there, nice seeing you both. It's been a long time..." Yeah, two days!

But as she reaches us, she first takes Lucia in her arms in a few seconds long embrace. And then, with that smile I remember perfectly, she says to Lucia: "No offense Lucia..." Then she turns to me and latches her arms around me and continues her phrase: "...but it's especially good to see you again!" With her head on my shoulder, she kisses my neck a few times. Then, whispering in her ear: "Nice to see you too Summer..." I remember her secret name as if I had learned it yesterday. Well it nearly was! Then, before letting her go, I slide my hands down to her ass and caress it a few seconds, a few delicious seconds. 

But she quickly pulls away: "Hey, don't get me too hot too soon, I want to enjoy the bath and if I keep thinking of you all the time, I won't be able to..." We all three laugh at her comment and begin to walk again. Still trapped in my old set of values, I'm pleased to see that Lucia doesn't seem affected at all by the intimacy between Summer and me. I don't feel any tension from her when she takes my hand again, but I don't know if I could do the same. But right now I don't care. As we climb down the last stairs, I already smell the mineral vapors coming from the baths, and as we enter through the usual double doors, I'm amazed by the sight. 

It's like being transported to ancient Rome. The room is huge, easily thirty meters by forty, the ceiling held by fifteen or twenty large columns, finely crafted with sculptures of angels and all sorts of stuff. The vapor is thick but we can see all the way through, to what seems to be an open wall to the valley behind the castle. The light that shines through from there and the mist both fill the whole room with an eerie light, an appropriate light for what seems to be one of the most sensual room in the castle. But what's more impressive, in this incredible setting, are the people. As always there are more women than men, and a lot of them are already nude, shamelessly walking around for all to see. Between the four large baths, a fountain stands there and ten or twelve people appear to be paying a game of some sorts under the splashing waters, which seem to be as hot as the baths themselves. 

After the first shock of this place's beauty, I notice that a lot of the people that I thought had bathing suits are only wearing some kind of body-paint. Yes, as I see the swell and move of some breasts, they're definitely wearing nothing except paint. I'll have to ask Lucia about this later. But some people have kept their bathing suits and that's just what Lucia and Alexah are doing right now. Pulling my hand, Lucia says: "Come on Iann, don't just stand there gawking, come in." And with that we climb down the large rock stairs down to the floor, the hot-water-flooded floor. There are at least three or four inches of hot water all over the floor's surface, adding to the ambiance of this place. 

Since every surface in there is water or hard rock, there's some kind of weird echo that adds yet another weird aspect to the room. But instead of making it easy to talk, the background noise of all the talking drowns everything else and we have to stand close together to talk or else try to shout through it all. And indeed Lucia and Alexah are standing closer to me than before, conscious of the limited sound range. As I make comments about this place to Lucia and Alexah, we move down in the baths and find a place to sit down. The water is sensationally good and when completely seated in the rock benches, the water rises up to my shoulders. But, to my great displeasure, since the only light comes from the far side of the room, the water appears pitch dark and we can't see a thing under water. 

But when I feel Lucia's hand in my thigh, I understand why the dark waters are definitely not a curse! After all the sex I've had during these past few days, I wonder why I feel my cock hardening painlessly to Lucia's touch. As I lean closer to ask her about it, she simply answers: 

"We don't know exactly, but every visitor told us the same thing. Some say that they put something in the food, others say that it's the source in the mountain which gives us all our water... we don't really know." 

"Ok, just wondering... Oh, and how long are we supposed to keep our swimsuits?" 

"Ah, you'll see..." And her smile is, once again, incomprehensible. 

But after a while of this incredible relaxing, with all those beautiful and completely nude women walking around and Lucia's hand on my cock through my swimsuit, I turn towards her and slide my hand up her thigh. When I reach the tiny bikini bottom, I caress her through it. But when she reaches under my swimsuit to grab my cock, I do the same and find the sweet confines of her pussy. When I begin to caress her clit through her thick black bush, she leans into me and kisses me. I let her tongue guide my fingers through her pussy and when she discovers this, I hear her laughing a bit. But she soon returns to the kiss with renewed passion. 

Two of my fingers mimicking the movements of her tongue, I let her guide all my movements. When we kiss without tongues I simply cup my whole hand around her pussy and massage her lips, mound, clit and hole all at the same time. Then her tongue appears for a few seconds, which are mirrored by an equally short burst of direct stimulation on her clit. I feel her shivering when I stop. Before long she offers me her tongue once again, this time in a slow dance with mine. So my thumb moves to her clit once more and slowly massages it around in its folds, not touching it directly yet. She then pulls her tongue away and she relaxes against my hand on her whole mound. But after a while of these caress-relax shifts, I feel her juices even in the water and my thumb slips in between her lips, directly on her engorged clit. 

At the same time her tongue seems to explode into a frenzied dance, which is copied perfectly by my fingers. Turning to the side towards me and opening her legs as much as she can, Lucia then darts her tongue directly into my mouth, passing through my lips and teeth. A fraction of a second later my two devoted fingers are buried deep within her hole, reaching for the warmth and wetness beyond her lips. For a while she darts her tongue in and out of my mouth, fucking it restlessly. As my fingers copy that move, she moans through the kiss and increases the rhythm.

Instead of fucking my mouth with her tongue for a long time like I thought she would, she instead begins to twist and turn it in my mouth, pushing it as deep as it will go. My fingers doing the same thing inside her, I finally find a spot inside her that doesn't feel like the rest of her pussy. When I press against it, she arches back and her whole body shakes. Does the g-spot really exist? 

She breaks the kiss and leans into my shoulder. She obviously wants me to keep my fingers there but she also whispers in my ear: "Can you place your thumb against my clit?" When I do she wraps her hands around me and squeezes me tight. Moving around inside her to keep my fingertips lubricated, I always return to the spot and of course keep my thumb locked against her clit in a smooth stimulation. This intense stimulation lasts for a long time but even she can't hold her climax too long. Whispering: "Oh God, Oh my God, this is too much..." continually in my ear, I feel her climaxing but hear nothing, not even a small moan. Everybody around us knows what's going on, but it seems that there's some kind of ethic to this place that prevents her to explode into loud moans. 

She finally calms down and sits back into her seat. Looking at her I whisper: "I know you're drained, but I have one favor to ask... I'm thirsty." With that I plunge under water and as soon as I'm there I turn around towards her and slide my head between her thighs. Her bikini bottom is already pulled to the side and I open her lips to taste her juices. With all the water it's weird and somewhat difficult but I still manage to taste the nectar there. Trying to get to the purest and least diluted juices that I know are there, I slither my tongue as deep as I can. So I bury my nose into her folds, probably tickling her clit once more. When I come back up I see every body smiling and looking at us. When I sit back between Lucia and Alexah, Lucia tells me, loud enough for a few people to hear: "You've made me moan with that tongue..." But she too has a smile and I guess that moaning isn't such a crime after all... 

After letting my cock soften from all this excitation, Lucia takes my hand and asks: 

"Want to come and see the paint shop?" 

"Sure." 

"Coming with us Alexah?" 

"No, go ahead, I'll catch you guys later." When we get out of the bath, I see Alexah turning around to the nice guy beside her and I wonder: 

"How many residents are there here Lucia?" 

"About eighty or ninety, depending on the seasons." 

"And how many men?" 

"Oh, no more than forty or fifty at a time. We always like to have much more women than men here, to keep this smooth ambiance and not letting it turn into some orgiastic debauchery..." We both laugh at that last comment, but she probably right. 

As Lucia walks me to one of the two side doors, the other one on the opposite wall, we begin to hear laughs and giggles from the paint shop. In that smaller room, about ten by twenty meters, there are four tables and about twenty people, mostly women, completely naked. Realizing that, and with the nature of this room, Lucia suggest that we take off our swimsuits. Seeing my hesitation, she says: "Look, there. Don't worry about that, it's not bothering anyone here or anywhere in this castle. In fact, it may please a few of them..." She had pointed to a large man in his forties, standing near a glorious red head who's body was being painted. But exactly what Lucia was pointing at was quite obvious: the guy had a raging hard-on, and a big one at that. With all this skin and touching around here I was afraid, in fact I knew, that I would get one myself.

And that's just what happens. But Lucia's right, no one seems to notice. On the table in the back there's a stunning blonde being painted all over by another girl beside her. As we approach, the tall brunette looks at us and Lucia asks her: 

"Mind if we watch, it's his first time here..." 

"Of course not, come closer if you wish. I'm Stacy, and this is Priscilla. You must be Lucia?" 

"Yes, you know me?" 

"No, but I do believe you're the only women here with raven hair as long as that. I've heard of you." 

"In a good way I hope?" 

"Of course..." And the sweet look she gives Lucia clearly tells her that she wants to know her a lot better... 

Lying on her back on this color-covered table, Priscilla smiles at us but doesn't say anything. From head to her breasts, she's covered with red, orange and traces of blue: a living flame. Introducing myself to both women: 

"Hi! I'm Iann. You're incredible with that paint. some kind of hobby?" Stacy answers me:

"Yes, I have not been here a long time but in real life I paint. Instead of using flat surfaces, I prefer to use some more stimulating curves to work on." Priscilla smiles at that, flattered but obviously used to hear that from what must be a close friend. 

Stacy finishes, as if only for me: "Could you imagine spending an afternoon of finger-painting someone as beautiful as Priscilla?" 

"I sure can dream about it, yeah..." We finish breaking the ice by laughing and Stacy resumes her work. 

I couldn't quite admire their bodies until then, but I sure do now. Stacy's quite tall with long curly hair, brown with natural touches of blonde. She has uncanny gray-green eyes, but the special lighting must play some trick on my eyes. She has perfect breasts, probably implants but right now I don't give a damn: thrusting, round and so high on her chest! Her darker bush stands out quite nicely on her tanned skin and her long legs add the finishing touches to her beauty. On the table, Priscilla's hair and dark blue eyes seem to shine: platinum blonde but it looks really good on her, with the deep blue of her eyes and pale pink lips. Her face is perfect and the small smile she has on since we arrived seems warm even though I don't know her at all. Wonderful breasts like Stacy and a curvy body, like her friend said before. Her bush is now bright yellow, filled with paint, but I'm guessing that the real color beneath is not far from this yellow. 




The Castle Ch. 03



When Stacy closed her yellow jar, I thought it was over, but then she opened the blue one, to add the last part: a sky. Raising her head, Stacy asks us: "I could use a hand or two, want to join me?" We both agree, anxious to feel Priscilla's skin. Stacy fills our hands with blue paint and asks us to do her arms and breasts. We quickly paint her whole arms blue but Priscilla sees my hesitation to caress her breasts: "Don't be shy Iann, I've been waiting for her to do my breasts for a long time now. I need someone to caress me, go ahead." Then, slowly, I slide my hand to her breast. My cock twitches when I feel the mellow curves rising against my hand as she takes a deep breath. With her eyes closed, she really seems to be enjoying our caresses. Stacy then says: "Be sure that her nipples are erect when you put on paint, it looks better that way. But I guess it won't be a problem today..."

Oh no it won't: within seconds I feel her nipples hardening under my fingers, as she continues to thrust them against my hand. Lucia move's back, leaving Priscilla's other breast nearly untouched: "I'll leave this part to you, if you don't mind." Leaning over Priscilla, I cover her other breast with the blue paint, enjoying the feeling of her generous flesh under my hands. As before, her nipple hardens pretty fast under my touch and soon I don't care about the paint and massages her, oblivious to anything else. Still with her eyes closed, Priscilla begins to breathe a little bit harder and some moans make their way through the background noise: she's loving every second of this as much as I am! Then she whispers: 

"If you had not painted my hand blue, I could have returned the favor..." 

"I really, really don't care about having a blue cock..." The girls giggle as they hear this, but I don't care about that either. 

But just before she grabs my cock, Stacy grabs a wet towel and cleans the paint off. Her hand firmly closes around my shaft as she begins to pump up and down. While I luxuriate in Priscilla's hand, I hear Stacy asking Lucia: 

"Is he really that good with his hands?" 

"Yes he is, oh yes... Didn't you hear me a few minutes ago?" Stacy's smile is her only answer. 

After a few minutes, Stacy's break is over and she says: "Ok you two that's enough. I don't want you to ruin my work right now. It's nearly finished." I slowly move back from Priscilla and let Stacy finish. Lucia pulls a chair from behind the table and invites me to sit in. When I am, she sits sideways on me and we watch Stacy finish her work. To do Priscilla's back, she must be standing up, her hands on the table. To let us en joy the work more closely, she chose the corner of the table closer to us and for those last twenty minutes we're graced by Priscilla's unbelievable ass. Full yet so firm, even while Stacy was painting it with her thorough fingers. She pushed a few moans from Priscilla's mouth while she painted her pussy and ass cleft as yellow as her bush. 

And, after five minutes of blow-drying the paint, Stacy's work is finished. Priscilla is stunning, simply stunning. And now free to move as she pleases, she dances to an inaudible music, letting her whole body heat up like a flame, twisting and turning around, letting her hips guide her. Everybody else in the room is now silent, watching Priscilla dance around, completely naked but completely unashamed as well. Realizing her spectators, she adds even more heat to her steps, letting her nearly white hair flail around like a wild flame. Then, all the while dancing like fire, she moves towards the people around her and dances directly against them, the paint clinging solidly to her body. 

Some of the women don't hesitate to touch her, feel her waist or even her breasts, while the first men are hesitating. But, dancing right in front of one of those guys, she squats down lewdly, still wiggling her body like a flame. Her face merely inches away from the lucky guy's cock, she blows on his glans before getting back up. Probably ignited by Priscilla's moves, the next women, with Priscilla's back towards her, slipped her hand around her red waist directly to her bush and held it there for a few seconds. Moving to the next guy, Priscilla turns around on him again and bends down, pushing her nude ass and pussy against his cock. With her hands on her bent knees, she gyrates her ass against him, slowly caressing his cock with her cleft and pussy. 

She becomes more and more erotic as she goes on, giving the ass grind to some guys there, and a few nipple sucking to the women. But when she dances in front of me, she places her mouth near my ear and says: "I really want your cock..." and then she turns around and gives me the "grind". But after only a few of those lewd rotations, she reaches her hand down to her pussy and spreads her lips for me. 

With one hand on her hip and the other guiding my cock, I push it against her hole and enter her in one long stroke. Her pussy is indeed burning hot and dripping wet, and my shaft slides in with no resistance at all. But she's tight, incredibly tight and even though she's as wet as can be, the friction is miraculous! Her lips open up for me, and I feel her muscles gripping me every inch of the way. He soft flesh slides against me as her whole pussy seems to be hugging my cock as lovingly as it can. The bulbous head of my cock rakes against her pink tunnel, adding to the already intense feelings. As I bring her ass against my skin, I feel the deep end of her pussy and the tight fit feels wonderful. 

When the others see that I'm beginning to fuck her right here, they turn around and leave us alone. At least for the most part. Two women and a man are standing right beside us, watching our show. I can't blame them: we started this thing in public, it's normal that they think they can watch. But I don't feel like porno flick actor, and Priscilla doesn't seem to like the attention as much anymore. Puling away from my cock, she turns around and whispers: "Let's go outside...". She then takes my hand and pulls me towards the open wall and the warm sunlight that shines through. 

Soft green hills covered with thick grass, a few old trees with the sound of a small water fall in the distance: this is a part of heaven! But she gives me no time to admire the scenery: lying on her back in the warm grass, she stares at me with her legs splayed open lewdly. "I need you Iann, come to me..." And so she's there, a red and orange flame opened for me, wanting my cock. As I kneel down between those red legs, she tells me: "The other women here love sex: I need it. And I love it hard, be it quick or long, if you don't give my pussy a hard fuck, I'll simply leave you right here." She sounds harsh, but I can clearly see the passion and intense desires fueling that hard voice: she's probably a nymphomaniac!

As soon as I lie down between those legs and over those blue breasts, she grabs my cock and pulls its head inside her pussy. This time I simply let my own weight do the trick, and quickly find myself as deep inside her as I was a minute ago. As soon as I do she begins to grind and push her sex against mine; we're already fucking as if those were the last thrusts of a long fuck. Passion and abandon drive us both, as I stand on my arms to fuck her as hard as she wants, and she keeps her legs wrapped around my ass to pull me even harder. As I realize with pleasure that I'm slowly pushing her up the slope under us, I put even more strengths into my thrusts. 

But after a few minutes my strength wavers and she feels it. Sliding her legs down mine, she pushes me off but follows me closely as I find myself under her, while she's straddling my cock with her opened legs. Reaching down she grabs my cock, pulls it straight up and impales herself on it. And I really mean impale. I took less than half a second for her to eat it all up her pussy, and a tight and not too deep pussy at that. I clearly feel the back of her pussy stretching with each of my strokes, accommodating to my size, and the rest of her hole feels like too tight rings surrounding my cock. But instead of riding me like I thought she would, she lies down on my chest and pulls both of us to our sides and we begin to roll. Without ever pulling apart, we make a few of these rolls in the warm grass and the unpredictable movements of my cock inside her while we do this are both weird and exceptional. 

After the last of our spins, she keeps me on my back and looks at me with a grin that tells long: she wants me bad. Suddenly she closes her eyes and lets her head fall backwards: she slowly rises herself on my cock until nothing but my glans is trapped in her tight lips. And now as she's riding me like all hell was breaking loose, I'm drowned with the sensations that she pours on me: I'm not a stallion, but her pussy is definitely too tight for me. I feel like as if I was fucking a teenager's freshly deflowered pussy. But I'm not: her moves and body are screaming that she's mature. And anyway, lost in the powerful bliss she has taken me, I can't dream of pushing her away. Her muscles constricting my flesh, grinding away at my glans and overflowing her juices on my belly and legs. 

Pulling my hands to her breasts, I begin to maul them like a crazy teenager would do, squeezing her nipples, pinching them until I see her face twisting in pain. But she doesn't want me to stop, quite the contrary. Opening my fingers to try and grab her whole breasts, I squeeze the generous flesh and realize that they're as real as the rest of her: so huge and so firm, it's impossible! But I don't care about this at all, I simply use her breasts like two sex toys, doing what I sometimes dream about, and violently stroke and fondle them. 

As soon as I do that, I feel her pussy clamping harder around my shaft and she climaxes immediately. My hands now down on her hips, I pull her down and drive myself as hard and fast as I can inside her burning flesh and climax too. Soon I feel both our cum leaking out of her pussy and covering our pubes with that sticky mess, but we're still fucking hard and are both loving it. But suddenly she lifts away and gets up: "That was good Iann, we got to do this again before you leave. Oh come on, give me none of that afterglow thing. We fucked, it was great. Come with me now, we've got to wash ourselves..." Mesmerized by her pace, I get up slowly and realize that my body is covered with red and blue paint. "Come on Iann, there's small stream nearby." And with that she begins to run towards it. 

The thing I realize soon enough is that, without the slow afterglow which I usually spend in the woman's pussy, my cock seems to think that it's not over: all shiny with her juices and as hard as ever, it wants to fuck again. And as I approach Priscilla and the stream, I see her kneeling down, her ass in the air and her now red pussy opened. While she's washing her face in the water, I silently kneel behind her and push my cock into her once again. She moans as she straightens a bit, but doesn't even look back. "Oh yes, fuck me Iann, the second climax is always better..." And it sure seems so: seconds after I began fucking her like a madman, she moans out and climaxes, twisting her head around and flailing her hair, all the while trying to keep her pussy against my cock. But, this being my second fuck, I'm still far from climaxing, even though her pussy still milks my cock hard. 

Soon after that she climaxes once again, trashing wildly around my cock but managing to keep me inside her at all time. But this time I'm getting close to exploding inside her and, as I see panting and trying to find more and more air to breathe, I pull out and ask her to turn around. When I hear her letting out a long and hungry: "Mmmmmm..." I know that she knows exactly what I have in mind. Playing her game of hard fuck I say: "Suck me, bitch." And after that, still on all fours on the grass, she opens her mouth and indeed sucks me all in. I can't last even ten seconds, but it was well worth it. She was sucking me as if she needed my cum to survive, and when I filled her mouth with it, I saw her trembling and shaking in pleasure: that girl is impossible! 

And after that draining experience, we slump in the cool stream and wash ourselves while fooling around. Now satisfied, Priscilla likes to simply play, touching and caressing each other with no intention to let it go any farther. Anyway I think she knows that I couldn't do anything even if my life depended on it! After long and delicious minutes of fondling Priscilla's body in the cool stream, we're both clean and we head back for the baths. The heat of the vapor in the air is good after the cooler water of the stream, and as we climb down the rock stairs down to the huge bath, I search for Lucia. 

Not really surprised, I find her sitting in Stacy's lap, facing her and apparently trying to suck her whole mouth into hers. Both of them are back into one of the larger baths. I was about to leave them alone but I remembered something: Lucia told me that she sometimes loved to have a cock inside her, but without any fucking. I'm too tired to fuck, but I guess she'd enjoyed it if I slid my cock up her pussy as she's kissing Stacy... As I walk behind her, Stacy sees me but doesn't do anything about it. With my hands on Lucia's hips, I pull her towards me until she reaches Stacy's knees. When she turns around to see who's touching her, I simply say: "Don't worry about me, go on..." She smiles a thank you and turns around to find Stacy's waiting mouth again. Seeing both those girls kissing like crazy and feeling each other's breasts got me hard enough and I lower my cock in the cleft of her ass. 

She knows what I'm doing and arches her ass outwards, allowing me to find her pussy. My glans opens her lips easily and after the instinctive resistance because of the water, I feel her pussy giving way to my cock and I slide it completely inside. We stay like this for a long time and even though I feel her pussy clamping around me from time to time, my body's too tired to reach any kind of climax. But they do: they now have each other's hands in their pussies and are fingering their ways into powerful orgasms. And minutes later, they both climax and I enhance Lucia's experience by pumping my cock into her sex. 

After pulling out, I see Lucia stepping off Stacy and sitting beside her. I join them and we stay there for the rest of the afternoon, lazily watching the hours go by. Something I realize as I see another couple fucking just meters away from us: I get hard but don't feel the aching sensations I was expecting after so much sex in a single day. When I ask Lucia about that, she says: "I know, isn't it wonderful? But we don't know how it happens, we just enjoy it..." And so I'm hard as a rock when the sun sets just where the walls are opened, and as an angel walks into the room. 

She's Asian, with her long dark hair and lithe body, and she's standing in the doorway apparently looking for someone. She has on a wonderful bikini, with thin pieces of cloth that try to hide her breasts and pussy. She has small breasts compared to the girls here, but they stay firm and round without her top playing any role in this. When she rests her eyes on Lucia, she smiles and walks toward us. Before walking in the bath, she kicks off her sandals and unties her bikini top, before throwing it near the door. My God! Very pale pink nipples that stand out like gems on her breasts, breasts that didn't sag at all when she took her top off. Then she guides her long legs to the hot waters and walks towards us. 

By the number of smiles she received and gave back, I judge that she must be one of the residents. And indeed as she reaches Lucia it's clear that they know each other: 

"Hi Lucia, how have you been?" 

"Just fine. This is Iann, my companion." 

"Hi Iann, I'm Sung. Angelica told me a little about you..." 

We talk for a while but I notice that she's standing quite close to me after giving me a hug, and suddenly I feel her hands on my hard cock. Even when she turns back around to talk to Lucia, she keeps her fist closed around my shaft and she's pumping it slowly. But I got to admit: my eyes can't detect anything: above water she's as calm as anybody else. And calmer than some I must add...

Standing between my legs, turned sideways to face Lucia as Stacy entered the conversation, Sung keeps pumping my cock slowly, deliciously. But after a few minutes, she ends the conversation. "Here Iann, won't you keep that for me, I'll have a gift for you when I return." With that she leaves and throws me her bikini bottom. Stacy and Lucia smile and Stacy says: 

"My goodness Iann, you've made quite an impression! How did her hand feel like? I never had the chance to meet Sung." 

After sighing helplessly: does everybody knows what she was doing?, I answer: "Very good thank you..." We all laugh about it and as we see Priscilla waving to Stacy, she leaves us to meet her friend. Now alone with Lucia, I ask her again: 

"I know that we're not married or anything but I feel like I owe you something. You're sure you don't mind when I go off with Priscilla or let myself enjoy Sung's hand?" 

"No I don't mind. And if you feel like you'd be better with someone else, tell me: I'm not the jealous type. Anyway I kind of imposed myself on you when you arrived. You can choose someone else if you want..." 

"No Lucia, that's not what I meant. I really like to be with you all day long, but don't you mind all those other girls teasing me and sometimes doing more than that?" 

"No Iann, really I don't. What I wouldn't like is if you chose another girl to sleep with. Really sleep with I mean. Here it's not who you fuck or have sex with that counts, it's who you fall asleep with. And I would hate to loose that with you." 

"And with Laurie in the tent? Did you mind?" 

And then she smiles at me, realizing that I don't really understand what she's saying. "I know you did fall asleep with your cock in her pussy, but I was out of it and would probably have disliked it if you had awakened me to fuck or something. But you slept with me anyway. I mean that you didn't go with the first girl that gave you some wild fuck like Alexah or Lisa. Do you understand?" 

"I think I do. And I don't think I'll find a girl or women anywhere on this planet that I'd rather sleep with..." 

With that I wrap my arm around her neck and she nestles close to me for another hour of pure delight in these hot waters. When the sun finally sets, people all around the baths start to light up torches, transforming the baths from a sunny lighthearted place to a more sensual and relax environment. Pulling away from me Lucia swims away, saying that she's going to search for a friend or something. But minutes later, I see Sung reappearing in from the paint shop, looking straight at me: Lucia probably found her first and told her that I was alone. Telepaths or not, the women here have something "extra"! Still naked but for a big flower painted on her breasts and what seems to be a small tattoo just above her bush, she dives in the bath and swims to me. 

When she re-emerges from the water between my legs, the paint has completely dissolved. With a smile, she closes my eyes in delight by wrapping her hand around my cock once again. "Still hard for me? That's a good boy Iann." With a definitely naughty grin she pushes herself upward and sits on my lap, her pussy already rubbing against my cock. 

"Do you like to dance Iann?" 

"Sure. Why, here?" 

"Yes, but not the dance you're thinking about. Let's get out." 

When she raises herself out, she deliberately rubs her pussy against my face and laughs softly when she sees my expression: even here after a few days in this castle, the feeling of a pussy against my face is still enough to make me dizzy. 




The Castle Ch. 03



When I get up beside her, she takes my hand and leads me to the last of the four huge baths. I thought they were all alike but I was wrong: the fourth is not hot water but regular, perfectly clear spring water. It's heated though: when we enter it, we feel that it's cooler but not too much. Once in, Sung makes a few signs to another girl before jumping on me and wrapping her legs around my waist. "Want to take me now?" Without a word I push her pussy a few inches away and lower my cock against it. As soon as I feel her lips opening around my glans, she pulls herself down with her legs and doesn't stop until she devoured my cock completely. "God this is good Iann, it's been too long since I've had a nice long cock inside me... Lucia wasn't... hmmm... lying about you after all... hmmm..." I don't know if it's the water or what, but she seems to be as tight as Priscilla was: the pressure and friction overwhelmed me during the dozen of seconds it took her to impale herself. Her hard nipples against my chest, her arms and legs locked around me, her face buried in my neck and her constricting pussy around my cock: she feels now like pleasure incarnated into flesh all around me. 

There are less than ten people in this bath, and Sung is still lingering in the feelings of the first penetration, grinding her pussy softly against me when I see a fire approaching. She's young, perhaps too young, with long, lean legs, a sexy black and white bikini bottom, pert A or B cup breasts with nearly invisible nipples, a fresh smile with emerald eyes. But what had caught my attention was her hair: red, fire red, a mane of incandescence that burns down to her ass, falling heavily in long locks and many thin braids. To add the finishing touch, her largest braid is punctuated all the way down with a dozen or so emeralds to match her eyes. She's walking our way with a smile for us, carrying in her hands what looks like breathing apparatus. 

"Sung, are you exclusively reserved for men or..." 

"No, why do you ask?" 

"Look behind you..."

When she turns her head around, she waves her hand to the girl and smiles at me: "She's Roxanne, a maid for her last day. You like her?" 

"Do I!!!" 

And looking once again at her bikini bottom, I realize that it's the best they could do to match a regular maid outfit: pitch black all over with loose lace trying to cover her bush. But, she's closer now, her red bush seems to shine through the lace rather than hide beneath it. 

"Hey Iann, I heard that she didn't choose any priest for her ceremony tomorrow, give it a shot, you might get lucky and deflower that virgin." 

"What? What do you mean her priest? She's a virgin?" 

"No, probably not at least. But she has not felt a cock inside her pussy for two years here. She's as close as a virgin as you can get... And as for the priest, it's just an expression we use around here. But you can ask Lucia to explain it to you tonight, Roxanne's coming now." 

In her ear, I ask Sung: "Do you mind if I make her cum?" 

"No, go ahead, that's a good idea if you want to be her priest tomorrow."

When Roxanne jumps in the water with us she introduces herself to me and explains briefly what she brings us. They're essentially small oxygen tanks with special masks that are much smaller than the usual clumsy masks. They last for about an hour if we have enough energy to swim that long. When she slips on the bottle and mask on me, I move my hand to her thigh and caress it with the back of my fingers. Surprised, she looks at me with a smile and I ask her with only an expression if I can go deeper. She seems surprised again and says: "Of course you can..." and then she looks at Sung, which is still wrapped around my cock. She answers: 

"Not used to have polite men around you anymore?" 

"No, not really." 

"Well, enjoy him." 

It feels really weird to be talked about as if I wasn't there or if I was a toy for them or something like that. But at the same time, feeling the sexual desire they have for me is quite exhilarating!

Without waiting anymore, I slip my fingers to her inner thighs and pussy, feeling it's curves through the thin spandex and thick lace. I'm surprised to feel such a large pussy underneath, with big distended lips and a clearly erect clit between them. When she sees the surprise on my face, she leans closer to me and whispers: "I had no cock for two years and I'm going to get one tomorrow: can you imagine how often I masturbated these last few days?" The image of this redhead bombshell masturbating on her bed like a wildcat crosses my mind and immediately I close my hand over her pussy. Dropping the mask and stuff in the water, she closes her eyes and tries to wrap her arms around my shoulders. Sung slowly pulls away but reassures me: she not going far!

As soon as Sung slipped off me, Roxanne rolled in front and took her place, wrapping her legs around my waist. Unable to keep my hand on her, I let her place her pussy against my cock and I already feel that wonderful flesh grinding against me. When my hands reach around to her ass, I feel skin and realize that she's wearing a thong: how wonderful. Supple flesh, flawless curves and firm as only youth can be. But after a while the thick lace begins to hurt my skin and I push her away. When she feels me pulling her bottom down her legs, she stops me: 

"Are you sure you'll be able to control yourself? If you slip that cock inside me... Oh God how much I want you to... but anyway, if you do, I'll be forced to stay another 6 months as a maid." 

"Don't worry I won't. I've already had a tiring afternoon." 

When she turns towards Sung, my dancing partner answers: "Don't worry, if what Lucia told me about him is true, you have nothing to be afraid of. And if he really wants a pussy, he'll have mine waiting for him..."

The grin she flashes me when saying that is almost enough for me to drop Roxanne and fuck Sung right away. But when I see Roxanne kicking her bottom down and off, I know I'll give her the best I can in these circumstances. Looking down before she closes the gap between us, I see that she has as full a bush as her hair: thick and blood red. When she replaces it against my cock, she squeezes me and moans in my ears. After a while I ask her: 

"Is it only penetration that is forbidden?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Could I open your lips and pump my cock up and down across your clit?" 

She doesn't answer, she simply shivers and closes her eyes. She then raises her legs higher and immediately her lips open around my shaft and I'm suddenly caressing her clit directly. 

"Be careful you two!" 

"Don't worry Sung I won't do anything else..." 

"Still, just to be sure..." 

With that she moves behind Roxanne and smiles at me. Suddenly the horny maid inhales sharply and tries to control a moan that just has to get out. Sung must have slipped her fingers in her pussy to prevent me to do so with my cock. With this protection, and knowing that Rox is near her climax already, I make a bolder move. "Don't you take those fingers out Sung." After that I push Rox away from my cock a few inches and guide my glans directly on her clit. When I begin to caress her directly like this she turns wild! Moans after moans of pure unbridled lust, turning the heads of almost everybody in the baths. 

She explodes in my arms, finally reaching a non self-induced climax, all the while keeping her vow of chastity. When she climbs down slowly, she thanks me, a lot. She's now melting in kisses over me and finally she offers me what I was hoping for: 

"Want to be my priest tomorrow?" 

"Of course I will, I was hoping you'd ask." 

"Perfect. Now I'll help you two put these on." 

With that she dives under water to get the one that she dropped earlier. But before surfacing, she grabs my still hard cock and swallows it completely in her burning mouth. She gives me a few deep throats and licks and quickly comes back up for air. "That was my last thank you... you liked?" We all laugh about that: Sung also saw what she did! After rearranging the masks and bottles, she slips on her bottom and walks away. 

"Well, Iann, we'll dance at last. Are you ready for me now? Or are you afraid of cumming during the first penetration?" 

"Don't worry, I can control myself." 

"Are you so sure? I bet that if you would dare to lie on your back on the ground I'd make you come in less than a minute." 

"...let's not try that just now OK?" Before she could reply I pull her to me and slip inside her still hot pussy. "Fuck you're delicious Sung. Sorry for the language but that pussy of yours is incredible." 

"Then let's dance all around it shall we? Put your mask on and follow my lead."

Holding me tightly, she pulls me underwater, an easy task with the led lining the bottles. The little bottles are attached to our sides, the best place not to hinder any movements, and the masks are as small as they can be. Swimming from the shallow part where we were to the deeper section, we try to stay locked together. Once we reach there, she pushes on a switch and suddenly lights come on and reveal a 5-meter deep floor, which give us more than enough place to move around. After reaching the bottom, she nods and gently pushes us up, beginning the dance at last. All throughout the dance we do leaps like this, which keep us free flying above the floor for about 25-30 seconds. If we give leaps with only one foot, we end up slowly turning around upside down, if only I push she turns on her back but the most fun is when we're up: as soon as we move our arms we twist and turn, putting unexpected pressure between our sexes. 

Now nearly at the top of our leap, Sung leans backwards and her body ends up at a right angle from mine. With my hands on her hips, I push and pull her against me slowly, fucking her as best I can in these conditions. Bending her legs against her body and holding them open with hands on her knee pits, I quickly realize that the only thing holding us together are my hands and her pussy around my cock. The water and the forced slow movements combine to make this sex quite unique, allowing me to feel every detail of her pussy. Just before we touch the ground, she lets her calves rest on my shoulders and wraps her hands around my neck. After holding on to her ass I slowly jump up, letting my cock hold as much of her weight as it can: in effect squeezing her clit heavily against me. 

As soon as we move up again, she unhooks her ankles from my shoulders and begins to turn her body around my shaft. With short fucks, I revel in these weird and new sensations of a rotating pussy around me. When she's facing completely down, I reach upward to her breasts and pull her upper body to me. While massaging her breasts and holding her back firmly against my chest, I can easily fuck her more quickly. Her breasts are impossible: too firm to believe, continuously hard nipples that seem to beg to be licked and sucked, a perfect roundness that mocks gravity... As I feast on them and continue to piston in and out of her pussy, I hear her muffled moans: she's enjoying this as much as I am! 

Suddenly I feel more resistance in my movements and Sung pulls away from my cock. Turning around she uses her fingers to tell me that we could have stayed locked together if we had kept going on. Also with my hands, I tell her that I really want to fuck her and she points upward. Swimming now to the shallow part again, we push our stuff on the ground and Sung prepares to get out of the water. It's getting darker outside and there are but a few people at the cooler bath. When she pushes herself on her hands, her ass finds itself just above water and she knows it. She sees me walking behind her and instead of pulling out, she simply lies down on the still warm ground. Spreading her legs, she opens her ass and pussy to me, which are only a few inches away from my cock. For the finish touch she brings both her hands to her ass and opens her cheeks for me. 

So when my glans touches her lips, I clearly see them opening around it, and the water I pushed into her slowly leaks out. In one, extremely slow but continuous stroke, I slide in until my balls rest against her lips and clit. Now she brings her hands back and pushes her shoulders up, outlining her ass even more. The feeling of those wonderful cheeks against my skin is numbing: too smooth or mellow. She's simply amazing. As I pull out as slowly as I entered, I ask her: 

"Do you prefer slow or fast?" 

"As you wish, I know it's going to be good anyway..." 

And so I begin to fuck her in earnest. I bend forward to her breasts and use them to pull her body against mine. Gradually, I aim my penetrations lower and lower, knowing that some girls feel my cock directly against their clit that way. I think she does: as soon as I started, she began to moan and breathe much louder and in seconds she was cumming like crazy. With her pussy squeezing my glans tight and her lips milking it's entire length each time I pull out, I'm soon joining her climax and we both enjoy a long deserved release. 

We let ourselves drift back in the water for a while, and then head for one of the hotter baths, the only way, Sung says, to allow me to be ready for Lucia tonight. I had nearly forgotten the magical properties of those hot waters, but they sure are relaxing, to say the least. But finally we get out and the few maids clean the room for tomorrow morning's ceremony. As Sung is telling me, a part of it will happen right here. About the others, I still know nothing yet. But before I can ask more questions, Sung says: "Hurry up, the others are probably eating already." And so we head for the dining hall, where, indeed, about a hundred people are eating. Sung leaves me when she sees two of her friends and I find Lucia at the other end, with one place empty beside her. She welcomes me with a smile and whispers to me: 

"I heard that you're going to be a priest tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, but I still don't know exactly what it means!" 

She laughs and tells me that she's going to explain everything to me tonight. After dinner, we went directly to her room, where she invites me for the first time. It's not magical or anything, but of course it has Lucia's personal touch. But as she told me, the most special thing about me being here is that the resident's rooms are the only private place they have. And they only rarely invite guests there. After learning that she didn't have any plans for the night, we took off all our clothes, closed the lights and lit only a few candles. We lied down on the bed and stayed there until the morning, talking, caressing each other, having fun but only light sex, and stayed awake until the wee hours of morning. That woman is really wonderful: that's the only way to put it...

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-If you have the time, I'd like some comments. Thanks- 



The Castle Ch. 04



-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. -

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-The First Interlude of the Castle Series-

When I wake up this morning, I find myself lying on my side, spooned around Lucia. My arm's slipped around her side and between her breasts to let my hand rest on her neck. My chest and belly are molded against her back and ass, while my limp cock is nestled between our legs. As I take my morning deep-breath, I realize with a smile that my nose was buried inside her hair. Lucia's own scent, beneath the perfumes she sometimes wear, fills my lungs. But my breathing against her back apparently woke her up. And as she moans softly to tell me that she's awake, she pushes herself tighter against me. Knowing full well how her body affects me, she's careful to push her ass outward and she even wiggles it gently across my abdomen. When she feels my cock beginning to harden between her ass cheeks, she laughs sleepily. Unable to resist, I tighten up my grip around her chest. Following my lead, she pushes herself harder into me, adding both to the intimacy and to the warm feelings between my legs...

Seconds later, just as my hard cock was beginning to reach her pussy, Lucia clamps her thighs tighter together and squeezes my shaft against the length of her slit. When she does, I hear her moaning softly and feel her nipple poking into my forearm. Laughing, I tell her; "My! Aren't we the horny one this morning..." She giggles at hearing this and increases her pressure on my cock. When I slip my hand from her neck to her blooming nipple, Lucia reaches down between her thighs, places her fingers underneath my cock and pushes it upward against her pussy. Now I was feeling the impossible flesh of her breast in my hand and was giving it the loving it deserved. Down below, even though my glans was snuggled in the top of her bush, I know that the rest of my cock is squeezing her clit and that it is sending shivers throughout Lucia's entire body. With the instincts kicking in, we both started to grind ourselves against the other and pretty soon, even though the head of my cock was far away from her hole, we were both moaning softly in pleasure. 

put the first two paragraphs to past tense, damnit!

Suddenly, Lucia stopped moving completely and I did the same, not knowing why she stopped. As she pushed the sheets off, she tells me not to move away from her. Then she bent at the waist, apparently trying to reach the little cabinet beside the bed without moving her pussy away from my cock. But when she did, I couldn't help but to see both her graceful back as well as her ass, which was lovingly holding my cock. Her long black hair, still wild from sleeping, had flimsy strands stretched all over her back. While she was opening a little drawer, I kissed a few of those locks as well as her skin underneath. Then I pulled back and enjoyed the wonderful sight before me. I could see the sides of her breast around her ribcage, her feline back twisted as she searched for something, her waist and her ass molding itself against my lower belly. Also, and that's what made me loose control, I could see my cock driving deep between her thighs; it looked like I was deeply inside her warm pussy. 

But I knew I wasn't and I realized that I needed to be. At the same instant, she bent further away from me to reach deeper into that drawer and so, from the top of her bush, my cock slid down until its head opened her lips apart. Unable to resist any longer, I placed my hand on her hip and pushed forward, easily impaling Lucia. Her pussy was burning hot as well as slick with her juices; I slid in like a hot knife into butter. She let out a long moan, which ended with a laugh; "You just can't resist can't you? ...and I was supposed to be the horny one this morning!" As I laughed with her, she came back in my arms and we abandoned ourselves to our bodies for a few minutes. But I knew from her attitude that we were only playing and I also wanted to know what she had in her hand. So slowly we stopped fucking and, while keeping my cock buried inside her, I asked her what she had in her hand. 

"It's a surprise!" she told me. "And a favor I must ask of you..." 

"You know I would do anything for you Lucia..." 

"Yes, I think I do; especially now that you have your cock wanting to fuck the brains out of me!!!" At this we both laughed, but I didn't miss the opportunity to give her pussy a few well-deserved thrusts. 

"I was just kidding Iann... But I still have a favor to ask of you though." 

"Ok." 

Instead of telling me what she wants, she unscrews the small bottle's lid and the exotic smell of kiwis fills the room. After cupping some of the green stuff on two of her fingers, she asks me to pull out of her. When I rest my cock on her bush, she reaches down and begins to cover it with the green stuff. She giggles when I moan as she covers my glans with it, but doesn't stop until the whole length is completely covered. Then she scoops up another blob of the stuff and reaches down again. This time she must be applying some of it onto herself because I can only feel her fingers moving under my cock. When she's finished, she brings her two fingers to her mouth and licks them clean. 

"Hmmm, I just love kiwi. Don't you Iann?" 

"Yes, sure..." 

But I was beginning to seriously wonder what she had in mind; the only thing that this kiwi stuff could've been was lubricant. And since I arrived at the Castle that's the one thing I didn't need; the women here seem to be constantly aroused and wet. But when she finished cleaning her fingers, she closed the bottle and placed it on the cabinet. 

"Now Iann, I hope I won't gross you out..." I was shocked by what she had just said; 

"Don't worry Lucia, I don't think you could do anything that would look gross to me." 

Still, I was pretty anxious to know what she had in mind. She reached back down to my cock, grabbed it and guided it against her pussy as she had done countless times since we met. But instead of finding her opening, she slipped it down lower until I felt the tip of my glans lodging against her anus. 

"I've never done this Iann and I want you to take this, my last cherry so to speak. But I would understand if you didn't want to..." A wave of relief washed over me when I realized that all she wanted to ask of me was to take her virgin ass. 

"God Lucia... don't ever scare me that way again! That's not a favor you're asking of me; it's a wish you're granting me! I've been dreaming of doing this since I first masturbated years ago. And these last few days, looking at your heavenly ass, I had trouble containing those urges..." And then she moaned! She actually moaned! 

"Oh Iann, bless the creator for bringing you to me! I've been curious about this since a few months and I've been wanting to try it. But somehow the right guy never came along. Thank you for wanting this..." 

"Thank me!!! Thank you Lucia for waiting for me..." 

Leaning in, I kissed her neck tenderly as she pushed the side of her face against mine. At the same time, she pushed her ass against me as I was placing my hand on her hips to guide her movements. Knowing now that her anus must be as lubricated as my cock, I pushed my cock into her. As I thought, she resisted and I only pushed against her without any penetration. "Relax Lucia... that's the only way I'm going to get in..." I had kept a steady pressure as I spoke and as soon as she relaxed a bit, we both felt my glans slipping by her sphincter and into her dark hole. "Oh God!" we both moaned at the same time. We were both as nervous and excited as the first time we ever made love and we were breathing hard in eagerness. 

"Oh Iann, you feel so big back there... but it's deliciously wonderful; don't even think of pulling out..." 

"Hmmm, don't worry Lucia... I don't think I could even if I wanted to."

After a few minutes adjusting to my presence, she pushed back against my cock and allowed it to sink deeper into her. After we both moaned together again, she laughed out the last of her anxiousness and asked me; 

"What if you made your way deeper by slowly fucking me in?" 

"As much as I want it Lucia, I know that if I did that, I would never make it all the way in..." 

"It's that good for you too?" 

"Oh God yes... even though the kiwi keeps us as wet as it can be, you're still as tight as a very young virgin..."

We both laughed at that and as we shifted carelessly on the bed, I felt my cock slipping another inch inside her. When it did, she laughed again and told me; "You did that on purpose you horny adolescent!!!" While we laughed louder, she said; "Here, take this..." and pushed her ass against me once more, sucking another inch or so into her. 

By now, half my cock was buried inside her and we were having a pretty good time trying to push it all the way inside. Grabbing her hip firmly, I pulled out until only the tip of my glans was inside and pushed all the way back, sheathing another inch inside her Hershey secrets... Trying to focus on my breathing, I pulled out again and slipped back in, discovering new depths once again. But this time she winced in pain as I did and I pulled out completely. "No... don't pull out Iann... You just... surprised me. Come back inside, please..." I complied happily and carefully made my way back inside. Reaching back, her hand grabbed my hip and she pulled me against her, controlling my movements. Within a few minutes, I felt my upper thighs molding themselves against her ass and knew we had made it all the way. "This is wonderful Iann! I can feel your balls against my pussy; you shafted my ass, you dirty boy!" We laughed again as we simply savored the feelings that were bathing us in glee.

Right now she felt even tighter than a fifteen-year-old virgin. But that's where the comparison stops. In her pussy I always feel like plunging into a slick velvet glove made for one single thing: giving me pleasure. But in her ass, even through the lubricant, I feel every bump, ridge and wrinkle and I must say that this very alien feeling still overfills me with pleasure. When I push from her rim to her depths, I can clearly feel every one of those imperfections, coupled with an increasing resistance I don't find in her pussy. The deeper I went the harder it was to go further, as if those depths were only reserved for the most rare and intense of moments. But I knew she pushed back against me to allow me everything she could give me; Lucia loved every second of this new intimacy as much as me. Perhaps in little shards of pain, she sometimes contracts her muscles all around me, adding to the wicked pressure that's constantly gripping my cock. We both knew what this did to me; she giggled each time I moaned! 

"Turn with me..." she said. I did, following her body until I squashed her completely against the bed under me. She positively loved this position, apparently, with my cock either in her pussy or her asshole. Her legs were opened, letting mine lean down on the bed and giving my cock better leverage to wander a little bit deeper. My head was resting on hers, both facing the same wall as we breathed in a complementary rhythm. Before generating the movements that would bring us to bliss, I turn my head and bury my face in her wild mass of locks until I find her nape. Taking a deep breath, I fill myself with her perfumes, finding the intimate aroma of night that still lingers there. She laughed gently; for some unknown reason, she thought that my smelling of her nape and hairs was funny. As I filled my lungs with a second breath, I pushed up against her ass and felt her tight muscles reclaiming their death grip on my cock. This time I moaned into her hairs. 

Both my hands were under her pillow, hidden with hers. As I began to pull out of her, our fingers calmly intertwined and locked together. But neither of us felt any fear; if something began hurting or if anything else went wrong, we knew that we would simply stop, regardless of the intense pleasure that was already consuming both of us. I pulled back agonizingly slowly, my cock reached the end of its length and I paused a few seconds before sheathing it back in all the way. When I did, we both shuddered and moaned, at the same time loosing any grip on lucidity. Instead of the conscious ride we knew so well, the kind of ride we felt when fucking each other, we both slipped into some kind of trance. Laced with pleasure, nervousness, excitement, naughtiness and a shadow of pain, this trance guided us to the natural rhythm that would bring us to an incredible climax. We both knew it was inevitable and with that knowledge we abandoned ourselves to the rapture that grew out of our control. 

Regardless of what we felt, to an outsider we must have looked like wild beasts fucking at each other for all they were worth. I knew her ass was extremely arched upward and pushed lewdly against me while I pushed her legs more and more opened in my quest for better angle. I was nearly on my knees behind her, aiming straight down into her darkest but most intense of fucking holes, madly pounding into her as if my life depended on it. From inside her thighs, I moved my knees out and rested them to either side of hers. She had half-raised herself on her knees to get as much sensation as she could and I only wanted to give her more. Moving my knees again I straightened up and grabbed her hips with my hands. At this point, I was fucking her ass as fast or maybe even faster than we ever got when fucking her pussy; lust, lewdness and naughtiness had complete control of both our bodies. 

The feeling of finally discovering the depths of her ass was overwhelmingly delightful. And, by judging by her moans and groans, she was feeling the same. While she still had her face and breasts mashed against the bed, I could clearly see one of her hands pushed deep between her legs. No doubt she was madly fingering her clit. Seconds later I felt her body beginning to twitch and writhe as she does just before climaxing. When her moans joined in, I released all my control and fucked her ass as best I could. It only took us a few more seconds and we both turned into quivering bodies raked with climaxes. I was still pounding into her ass and she was still matching me thrust for thrust, but we already were in the lewd bliss. When I felt my cum racing through the length of my cock, I pushed in as deep as I could and felt it bursting into her ass. I pulled out only to return with another dose that splattered deep inside her bowels. 

"Oh God I felt it Iann..." When I understood that she meant that she had felt my cum inside her, I also saw her feeling the effects of a second climax as it was raking her body again. We both crumbled on her bed when this climaxed disappeared only to find my cock still hard. Without waiting any longer I began to fuck her again, feeling my slick cum lubricating her muscles for me. I less than a minute she began trembling again and, to my surprise, I felt another surge of pleasure growing from my balls. So for the first time in my life I experienced two consecutive orgasms and felt every single sperm that filled her ass again. Under me, she creamed her climax into the bed as it shook her with much more strength than any other climax I had given her. When it subsided, I placed my mouth near her ear and said; 

"This may be the most lewd of all compliments I could make, but your anus is absolutely magical..." She instantly burst into laughter under me, clamping her ass involuntarily around my limp cock. 

"I always thought..." she said between laughs "...that I would be ashamed of such a compliment. But I felt it and must admit that indeed, it is magical." Her laughter rose again and this time I joined her. 

Minutes later, I slowly pulled out and rolled over to my back. Looking at me with mischievous eyes, she smiled and thanked me. Once again I told her that it was something that I had dreamed of doing for a long time and that I should be the one thanking her. After laughing again, we latched our hands together and slept an extra hour before getting up. A shower was in order before leaving the room and we spent nearly another hour fooling around in there like two adolescents discovering their bodies. Before getting wrinkled all over, we got out and dried each other with infinite care... Then we went back to the bed where we talked about Roxanne's initiation. It didn't take long; Lucia told me that the priestesses would tell me what to do, and what not to do. I was told to show up there at one o'clock; that gave me a few hours to relax and fantasize about what I would be seeing and feeling. 

Lucia left me alone in her room, saying that I should not spend the day with the resident who had chosen me before the initiation. She told me that sometimes, guests choose to stay with the newly initiated maid instead of finding a regular resident. But we both knew that I was not going to move away from Lucia for another girl. When she looked at me while closing the door, I knew that leaving me alone in her personal room was something that was probably rarely done. Something was growing between Lucia and me, something warm and intimate. I tried my best to keep my hopes down, but I had to admit that I was doing a terrible job of it! 

And with the ritual waiting for me this afternoon, my head was full of dreams... What was going to happen in the baths? I don't know, but I'm sure eager to find out... With that, I lied back on the bed and daydreamed about this initiation until it was time to go. 

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-If you have the time, I'd like some comments. Thanks -



The Castle Ch. 05



-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes.-

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After waiting a long hour in Lucia's bed, I got up and went to the baths. What waited for me there blew me away. The room was opened to the afternoon sun behind, but was also filled with countless torches burning all across the walls. The effect of the sun, these torches and the water in the baths was amazing. But what really caught my attention were the eleven women in the center off it all. I was only wearing a simple white robe, as they had asked me to do. Dressed like me, between the four large baths, ten women stood wearing the same kind of robes. In the tight circle formed by those women Roxanne was surrounded, the only one wearing a red robe. Each of the ladies' bodies was completely hidden by these robes. Along the three walls of the large room, guests and residents alike were crowded to see the initiation and judging by the number of people there, the show promised to be great! The fourth side of the room, opened towards the hills and river below the castle, allowed much of the morning sun to stream in and bathe the room in its warm, orange light. When the ten robed women saw me, they began chanting something that sounded like prayers and opened the circle they had formed. 

Slowly, they spread outward and formed a half circle around Roxanne, the opened end pointing directly towards me. Now that I could see them all I realized that I couldn't recognize any of the priestesses, which surprised me. Suddenly music began to fill the room and, hearing the first notes, the priestesses removed their robes. All they had underneath was a pure white loincloth that covered their pussies and probably no more than half their buttocks. But each of the priestess's breasts were revealed, adding to the sun's warmth in this room. They all had a black and green tattoo on their chests: a tight weave mainly made of black lines traced the vertical lines between their breasts before spreading towards each of them. As they spread, the fine weaves became more and more green, wrapping about four or five tendrils all over the women's breasts. Clearly, all of those vagabond lines ended at the edge of the nipples, the reddish flesh contrasting heavily against the green lines. 

All but three of these lines ended there, as I realized seconds later. On each sides, one of the lines rose up to their faces and drew delicate lines on their cheeks and forehead before melting away in the corner of their eyes. The third extra line grew down into a fine line until it bloomed again around the women's navels. In a wicked sun-like shape, the weave of lines spun and twirled wildly before disappearing further down on heir bellies. While I was staring at them, one priestess beckoned me to come closer. 

Now standing in front of Roxanne, who like me was still wearing her robe, I waited for instructions. The priestess then told me; "Do you approve of us?" Approve? As with all of the other residents, these women were some of the most incredible women I had seen in my entire life! But before I had time to answer, the first priestess on my left told me to come closer to her and kneel at her feet. While looking at the tattoo on her belly, no more than a foot away from my face, I wondered what she wanted me to do. 

Then she grabbed her loincloth and lifted it above her waist, completely exposing her pussy to my gaze. It was as beautiful as I had imagined it to be; full, large lips yet unable to hide two inner lips that peaked out, with a thin line of black hairs that hid nothing at all and a clit that was barely hidden. When I sat back on my heels to look at it better, the priestess raised one of her legs and placed her feet on my thigh. When I leaned forward to take advantage of this opening, she placed her hand behind my head and forced my mouth directly into her pussy. Obeying my instincts, I opened my mouth and licked her slit a few times before diving deeper into her. Seconds later, when I felt her shiver, she pulled me away and asked me to stand. When I did, she very distinctively pushed her breasts out and wanted me to evaluate them. I thought that all this was pretty weird, but who was I to complain. After a few seconds, she grabbed my hands and placed them both of her breasts, urging me to feel them. Getting the idea, I also bent down and tasted them. 

Then, for the final exam, she turned around, lifted the back of her loincloth and bent at the waist as low as she could go. With her feet spread apart, she gave me the most erotic and beautiful sight of her ass, with her pussy obvious between her ass cheeks. This time, not waiting for a signal, I knelt behind her and began to feel her buttocks with more passion than before. After too few seconds, I leaned in and began to lick her pussy again, from the far away clit all the way down her slit. Continuing my journey upward, I allowed the tip of my tongue to graze her tight little anus. By now I was rock hard and even if I knew that sporting and erection was no crime here, I still felt awkward. But when I got back up, my cock slipped from the folds of the robe and lodged itself against her pussy. She then partly straightened, staying bent forward with her hands on her knees. When I looked around to see what I had to do, they only urged me to continue what I had begun accidentally. 

With a deep, thrilled breath, I grabbed my cock with one hand and pulled it back until I slipped between her now-wet folds. Without delaying any further I pushed in, opening the welcoming warmth that seemed to pull me inside, and closed my eyes in ecstasy; the priestess was making some kind of pulsating squeezes that hugged my cock like a sex-vise. The farther I went, the more intense these pulses became. When my balls lodged themselves against her lips and her ass against my thighs, I felt the ripples going from base to tip in a maddening rhythm. So, before loosing my control, I slowly pulled out. The priestess then turned around and asked; "Do you approve of me?" With a smile, instead of answering, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Hard. When I let her go, I could see that she, and some of the priestesses, were smiling. Some were even laughing, like much of the people gathered here to see the initiation. 

I repeated this ritual for all the priestesses, approving them with a kiss each time. The last one, though, I gave her a little special. In the midst of all this beauty, she stood out quite clearly above the others and I just couldn't resist sucking her: I stayed longer than I needed to, but her pussy, clit, nipples and ass were wonderful. When I filled her pussy I realized that she was close to cumming. So instead of pulling out, I moved one of my hands to her luscious breasts and the other under her loincloth to her clit, and began to fuck her as hard as I could. I took less than ten seconds and the priestess was moaning and screaming in pleasure. When she finally moved away from my hands and cock, she was trying hard to hide her smiles. Still breathing hard, she told me with a wicked grin she couldn't contain, that this was not permitted. But all the other priestesses were trying hard not to explode in laughter and since no one in the crowd had any reason to hold back, they all were laughing openly. Even Roxanne was laughing behind me. Apparently no one had ever done this before. 

I was glad to see that, after all, this was not a too serious occasion, but a kind of congenial celebration designed to entertain. But most of all, this was Roxanne's celebration. The priestess I had just brought to orgasm grabbed my arm and guided me in front of Roxanne. She then walked behind her, pulled away the rope that held her robe closed and then walked back to her place in the half circle around Roxanne. Then I looked back at Roxanne, who had lost her smile and was visibly growing nervous. Beginning at her neck, a widening strip of skin grew downward, revealing first the sides of her smooth as silk breasts and her flat belly before unveiling a sparkling bush. Red as the fire in her hair, her lush hairs were seeded with about a dozen or so emeralds. The light from the sun and torches were dancing like wildfires in there, adding to the magical effect of it all. She smiled when she saw me staring, more like gaping, at her bush. But without wasting any more time, she hooked her fingers under the shoulders of her robe and pushed it off. There she was, standing in the purity of nudity without feeling any shyness or shame; she was a nymph revealed. 

Her long hair streamed wildly behind her back and some random braids seemed to be as richly teeming with emeralds as her bush was. I had already seen her breasts, but they always seem to have the same effect of surprise to me; when I tried to remember them, they always seemed just a bit too small for my tastes. But when they were under my hungry eyes, I could easily see that they were big enough to fill my palms easily. It must be the unique way they melt into her chest instead of having definite lines around them. Sure the bottom curve was clearly defined, but beside that, it all seemed too smooth to be true. Her pale pink nipples, nearly invisible, only added to the young insolence they were made of. 

Above, her smiled spoke of calmness now, of contemplative delight and of peaceful eagerness in the middle of this physical, sexual and sensual storm. She had dreamed of this moment for two years now and didn't seem to want to miss any second of it. She slowly raised her arms to her sides, let her head fall back, abandoning herself to me completely; but most important of all, I could see her smile, her grin, shining as brightly as ever. After long, silent seconds, she returned to our world and looked at the priestesses. This time, seven of them surrounded her and then pulled her towards the body-paint room. But judging by the amount of candles in there and the incense smell that emerged in wisps of smoke, they were not going to do any painting today. 

Now standing alone with the three priestesses, I simply waited for them to make a move. After unceremoniously taking off my robe, they asked me to climb down on the first step that led to the bath on my left, which I did. Then they all three climbed down until they had water up to their waists and grabbed three sponges I had not seen before. "We must clean you in order not to soil the virgin." They told me with private smiles. When two of them began carefully washing my feet and calves, I was wondering what the other would be doing. I didn't have to wait very long. Kneeling right in front of me, she gently took my cock in her little hand and looked up at me. 

"Since this is the most important part of your body for the initiation, we must make sure that it's perfectly clean. But you must understand that you absolutely can't let me take you to a climax. Understood?" 

"Yes." Then, her smile turning into something much more lewd than it had ever been, she whispered; 

"Good." And then she slipped my cock all the way into her mouth. 

The feeling was good but it was obvious that she was careful not to give me too much pleasure. Still, seeing this priestess, one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life, kneeling in front of me and sucking my cock filled me with more pleasure than she probably intended. But as she kept licking and sucking, she apparently found a rhythm that kept me rock-hard without pushing me too high. Slowly I climbed down the stairs, with her following my every movement, and felt the refreshing sponges and occasional tongues washing me. When, a few minutes later a step sank my cock below water, the priestess in front of me pulled away. Then they all let their sponges float away and began to wash my chest, belly, back and neck with the sponges and sometimes their tongues. The feeling was surprisingly aphrodisiac. Then, after a few minutes of this weird but wonderful washing, the two priestesses walked away, leaving me alone with the one that had so affectionately sucked me. So, for the finishing touch, she wrapped her arms around me and began what would be one of the most special of kisses. 

She was careful to lick all around my lips, then the lips themselves, followed by the insides of my lips. Then she reached back into my mouth to lick and rub my cheeks and teeth. After that I heard her make a small laughing sound and then she began to deep French me like she was in need of my tongue to survive. At this point, I slipped my hands up her thighs and grabbed her ass firmly. When I pulled her up against me, she opened her legs around mine before wrapping them around my lower back. My cock was locked between our bodies, proudly up, and only her drenched loincloth kept me from fucking her right there in the baths. But when I simply began to grind her pussy against my hard cock, she threw even more passion into her kiss. Before long she was moaning in my mouth without ever breaking the ritual kiss. Without warning, she pulled away only to bury her face in my shoulder and wrapping her arms and legs tighter. I quickly understood why; she was climaxing like a banshee!

When I finally let her slip down, she looked at me and thanked me for giving her this special gift. Just when I was about to tell her not to worry about it, the music changed and the candles in the body-paint room all extinguished. When I turned around, I realized that during our kiss, someone had brought a large stone altar to the center of the room where Roxanne had been standing before. The first priestess who I had brought to climax was standing beside it and her finger invited me to come up. She then told me to lie down on my back on the altar and wait. Minutes later I saw Roxanne walking beside me. This time her hairs were braided in a dozen of thick tresses with a few emeralds sparkled in them. But now she had on the ritual loincloth and nothing more. Her young breasts were still happily exposed. 

Quickly, the ten priestesses surrounded us both and seemed to be watching our every move. Once she had walked around me she stopped at the base of the altar and placed her hands on my ankles. After spreading my feet until they rested on the edge of the altar, she climbed up on it and walked like a panther towards me. With slow deliberate movements, she knew exactly how she looked on her hands and knees, and consciously she added more and more sensuality and lust to her every movements. When she was completely above me, she planted a short but warm kiss on my mouth, and then proceeded to walk backwards until her face was just above my cock. And then, finally, she began to suck me off like a lover, like the best of lovers. 

Within minutes she had it completely covered with her saliva, being careful to lick it all over and under. She had taken long licks all the way up, then down, and had added a few complementary kisses along the way. She seemed to love to feel it's heat on her lips and tongue, and was thrilled to see it throb when she slowed her licks as she reached the sensitive head. At first she didn't even touch my cock with her hands. But after licking it until it shined in the afternoon light, she reached her thumb and index finger to the base of my flesh and pulled the skin down. 

Doing that, she exposed the bulbous head that had been kept partially hidden beneath my skin. It seemed to be calling to her, ordering her to lick, suck kiss and love it with all the lust and loving care she could give it. Without wasting any time, she lathered the rest of its soft and red head with her tongue and tried to wrap as much of her tongue as she could around it. I really enjoyed feeling the blade of the head under her tongue, knowing that it would later feel even more wonderful inside her pussy. But for now she was just using her mouth so I forced the thought of having my cock in her pussy out of my mind. Teasing me, she slid her tongue lower and all the way back to the base of my large cock. I moaned my sadness when she left the delicate head, but guessed that she had a surprise in store for me. 

When she reached my balls, instead of coming back up as she had always done before, she began to lick them softly. This time my moan was one of pleasure. I positively loved having my balls licked. Then, to further surprise me, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and gently sucked one of my balls inside her mouth. This time I groaned in pleasure! Carefully closing her lips around the delicate thing, she began to lick it through the thin skin that held both of them together. While she did that, to let my cock relax for a while, she slipped both her hands around my thighs and cupped my ass in her opened fingers. But her attention was focused now on my balls and I was loving every movement of her tongue. Slowly she let it slip out of her mouth and moved around to reach for my other ball. She sucked it in gently and gave it the same loving treatment she had given to its little brother. 

When she came back up to return higher to my cock, I sat up on the altar and surprised her by sliding both my hands from her shoulders to her breasts. My warm hands closed in, cupped the supple flesh and began to massage them, being very careful to caress and squeeze her nipples between my fingers. She moaned in pleasure as her tongue was tracing a line all the way up my cock; her breasts were incredibly sensitive. But seconds later, two of the priestesses walked to me and gently pushed me back down on the altar; of course, her pleasure would only come later. But I had already felt Roxanne shivering under my touch, and even though I didn't hear a thing, I felt her moaning softly against my cock. 

After making sure that her lips were completely covered with saliva, she took hold of my cock with her hand and moved its head all round the "O" of her lips. As she teased me mercilessly, she always took care of keeping her cool breath flowing quickly across my head. 'Round and 'round she made my sensitive head roll against her lips; delicious torture! She knew perfectly well that the combined effects of her burning hot lips and the cooler air on my wet cock were delightful. Slowly she made a screwing motion that brought her lips, in a long minute, from the tip of my cock to the base of its head. Then she closed her lips below the head and slowly pulled me out while keeping a steady pressure around it. I couldn't hold back another moan!

After that, she pushed her lips back down and locked them below my head and then began to tickle me with a wild tongue-dance. This time I grunted! She repeated this process a few times and, when she pulled out the last time, she knew that she was about to hear me cry out in pleasure. She pulled away from my cock and, keeping her mouth less than an inch away, she began to blow on me softly to cool him. Seconds later, without any warning, she slipped the tight "O" of her lips all the way down my shaft. When her nose buried itself in my pubes, her throat welcomed the head of my cock in its warm confines. As foreseen; I cried out her name in glee. I was sure that she now knew all the final tricks that would make me cum in less than a few carefully timed minutes of delicate fondling. 

Now that I was deep inside her mouth, she firmly clasped her lips around the base of my cock and began sucking the air out of her mouth. I knew that this drives some men crazy, and I'm one of those guys. Slowly, with small sucks, she increased the pressure and I could imagine my cock growing each time. Through this little trick she managed to breathe, and kept moving her head up and down and side to side to make the head of my cock brush against many parts of her mouth and throat. I was now grunting my pleasure in sharp bursts and she seemed to be loving every one of my moans!




The Castle Ch. 05



From her position between my opened legs, she slowly turned around on the altar, keeping her mouth firmly secured on my cock, and placed her knees on either sides of my chest. Her white loincloth prevented me from seeing anything but the sensuous curves of her hips that the thin cloth never could hide. But to see those curves and her thighs from this position was nonetheless quite arousing and I had to put in extra efforts to control myself! The legs and hips I had only caressed under water were now only inches away from my mouth, and I could see goosebumps of pleasure covering them; Roxanne was enjoying this as much as I was! But I knew now that I couldn't touch her and my trying to move the cloth away from her would not be tolerated by the priestesses. So I tried my best to remain as calm as possible while Roxanne was giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life. 

A minute later I saw one priestess walking towards me again, but I knew that I had not done something wrong this time. I moaned again when she grabbed Roxanne's backside loincloth and slowly pushed it over my head. Through the white cloth, the light from the sun passed through easily and I was blessed with the sight of her pussy in all its glory. Sheltered between her front loincloth that rested on my chest, her smooth thighs on each sides of my head, the other loincloth over my head and her pussy above, I realized that I was the only person in the room able to see her pussy. I know I can do anything in this special intimacy and that I probably will! But what surprises me the most is her pussy. I've already had the luck to see and feel that wonderfully distended pussy of hers yesterday and earlier today. It had shined in perfect beauty, covered with a magical blanket of fiery hairs. But now it was as bald as the day she came into this world. In the dim light I could see every of the perfect details that proudly stood there like a monument to the beauty of her sex, of sex itself. 

Like yesterday it looked as if it had been blown from the inside with lust, her large lips opened for my eyes only, exposing both her small lips and clit. Her skin, form the top of her shaven mound to the deepest recesses of her visible lips, was a flawless shade of pale peach. Too often, shaven pussies took on a darker shade of pink, something which I don't really appreciate. But not Roxanne's; her pussy looked like it was a blown up version of a fourteen year old virgin. And I was the lucky man chosen to deflower that young pussy. I knew she was not really a virgin, but she was as close as I was going to get to unsoiled flesh. When she moved herself back a few inches, her newly made tattoo appeared; a bright red fox head, disheveled and with mischief-given eyes. Its smile made no secrets about the wild side of the women who proudly bore it. The fox was placed just above the top of her slit, as if indicating the location of her clit to future inexperienced lovers. 

I smiled to myself as I saw Roxanne lowering her pussy to my waiting mouth. I was finally going to taste that young flesh all the while savoring her talents as a cocksucker. She had taken on a soft rhythm that would allow me to suck her a long time without cumming myself. I began by giving her lips a soft kiss that quickly turned into a smile as I felt her wetness; receiving the tattoo must have been quite fun! And to my delight, the priestess who shaved her did a perfect job; the skin of her lips and mound were as soft and fluid as her ass had felt in the pool. Teasingly, I began to lick her lips up and down, teasing her clit with the side of my tongue with each passage. I bathed her pussy with licks, kisses, small sucks and full-tongue caresses, always careful not to touch her slit or clit. 

But by now Roxanne was growing more and more excited and I stopped touching her pussy; probably without realizing it, she had increased her rhythm on my cock and I knew that I was close, too close. A few seconds later she understood and relaxed her sucking grasp. Now knowing that I had enough time to make her cum good, I moved my tongue to the bottommost part of her slit and began exploring. I teased her lips open but never dove in; something which she now desperately wanted. So I moved up slightly, more a tease than anything else, and my tongue continued to dance in her opening fold. At the same time, I could taste the warm juice that flowed generously now, as if I needed another proof that she was excited. But, to tease her further, I moved back down. 

When I heard her groaning in frustration around my cock, I smiled again. I knew that she expected me to tease her further, so I knew she would be pleased when I began adding more and more pressure on her slit. I licked up again, but this time nothing but her clit was going to stop me. Spreading my tongue as much as I could, I pushed her lips as far as they would go as I made my long way up. This time she pulled away from my cock, arched her back and threw her head backwards as she cried out in joy. And when my tongue curled around her clit and began to stroke it up and down, then sideways before pushing it against her flesh, her pleasure expanded until her body couldn't contain it any longer. 

The music she moaned and cried out was as beautiful as any classical piece ever written. The sounds echoed in the baths for a long time as the fire in her hair flayed around as if a gale was blowing through it. With my mouth opened wide, I accepted as much of her pussy as I could into it; Roxanne was grinding herself against my tongue in her joyful throes. For some unknown reason she had replaced her mouth with her hand and was still pumping it. Only half aware of it, I learned to my surprise that I was climaxing too, pumping cum like a fire-hose. Only after my balls were drained did Roxanne snapped out of her bliss, and, to my surprise, she began giggling. 

Slowly she pulled away from my face, letting me more than enough time to admire her perfect young ass, and then she stood up beside me. While keeping a hand on my chest, preventing me to get up, she turned around, still giggling. But now I understood why; her neck, both her breasts and her belly were covered with cum, my cum. "That's not where I wanted it today, but I won't complain..." After saying that she, and everybody else in the room, started laughing. While laughing so, Roxanne scooped up a glob of my cum from her left breasts and brought it to her mouth. She smiled and closed her eyes as she tasted. A stranger in the room shouted; "Imagine what this would taste right from the source..." Everyone began laughing anew, but not Roxanne. Instead, she looked at my still hard cock and leaned down to engulf it in her mouth again. 

Moaning but in delight and in pain, I nevertheless enjoyed her tongue quite a bit. After a minute or two she straightened back up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "You were right... it does taste better." After that, the priestesses came back to take Roxanne away again. "Don't worry Iann, we'll bring her back to you soon. We... we just need to clean her up..." But the look in those priestesses' eyes left no doubt as to the method they were going to use to clean her...

So once again I was left alone on the altar. But not for long. Three women from the crowd approached me and began giving me a nice sponge bath. They seemed to be very careful as to get my cock as clean as it could be; who was I to complain? As they were doing their best to get me both clean and excited, I tried to find Lucia in the crowd. I'd seen her a few times during the ceremony, but now I couldn't find her anymore. I knew perfectly well that she was not jealous or anything, but I couldn't understand why she had left. Before I could search deeper in the crowd, the priestesses returned. 

After asking me to step down from the altar, Roxanne took my place on it, lying on her back on the warm marble. One of the priestesses stood right beside Roxanne's head and spread her hair as much as she could. After that, three other priestesses walked back in the room, carrying large stone pitchers and with them the strong aroma of vanilla. One by one they poured their pitcher over Roxanne's body, covering her from head to toe with some kind of thick vanilla milk. It looked slightly thicker than normal milk and clung to her curves so that when they emptied the last one, she was not only wet, but thoroughly drenched. 

After pulling back to form a circle around her, the priestesses looked at me, expecting a move. My job was pretty clear; I had to clean Roxanne up, with nothing but my tongue and lips; it's a hard job, but someone has to do it! From each single toe to her knee, from there to her hips (I carefully avoided her pussy) up to the valley of her belly, around the mounds of her breasts (tried to keep up the teasing as much as I could), all the way down her arms to her fingertips and then back up to her neck and face. Instead of licking her face clean, I kissed it. When I finished with her lips, we lost each other in the kiss that exploded. I pulled back and told her; 

"I'm not finished yet..." 

"Give me your tongue", she said in a whisper. 

Well she came to get it as soon as I opened my mouth and danced as passionate a wet kiss with me as I've ever felt in my entire life. But, I had a duty to accomplish and I moved back down. Without any teasing this time I opened my mouth and took her soft nipple in my mouth. From the quiet, lying form that she had been throughout all my licking and kissing, she convulsed in pleasure the instant I touched her nipple. Five priestesses came around her to hold her down, with wide grins; they had known she had sensitive nipples. Realizing that, I licked, sucked, kissed and suckled both her nipples with as much art as I could marshal. Five minutes into it, I felt her beginning to shiver through her spasms and I realized that she was on the brink of an orgasm; my God this girl could orgasm through her breasts!!! I'd never met such a sensitive woman before, and I was not going to let this occasion pass. Grabbing her free nipple with my had, I used the remaining milk as lubricant and caressed and tweaked her nipple as best I could. Less than ten second later I felt her take too deep a breath, hold it for a few seconds and then letting the air out with the most heavenly moan I had ever heard. 

While it was slowly subsiding, another priestess grabbed my arm and pulled me back. While she did so, the priestesses who had her legs spread them wide, presenting me with the young, nearly virgin pussy I was about to fuck. But when she said; "Finish your job now", I realized that I had forgotten about cleaning her pussy up. As a final teaser, one of the other priestesses walked closer and poured a small vial of the strange milk directly onto Roxanne's pussy, pushing another of those delicious moans from her mouth. I climbed up between the long, opened legs and knelt down towards the flesh jewel. Slick with the milk, it allowed the light from the fires around to clearly define its every lines. I had seen it before, and remembered every details imaginable. But the angle from which I had seen it, in the incredible 69 on this very altar, hadn't allowed me to see everything. 

Offered before me was the delicate, most intimate of curve; the topmost end of her slit. Shaven, a pussy couldn't hold a more beautiful or refined work of art than that of the tiny curve of flesh which ended a woman's slit. The mound's existence suddenly looked like it was meant only to die in this curve, the labia rose to the same end, the clitoris had found it's nest there and it seemed like if you took your time, your tongue could reach a woman's heart through this magic spot. Nature had wisely chosen to cover this opened window into a woman's heart with a thick, lush cover of a bush. And Roxanne's bush had been quite a marvel. But now she had chosen to expose herself as much as she could, and was eager to offer it to me. Delighted by her choice, I bent down and began to worship this sacred ground. 

God she tasted great! The sugary milk, mixed with Roxanne's young juices made what I can only call nectar. I had feasted on the ambrosia of her breasts, now came the refreshing drink, the most sacred of juices; a woman's most precious fluid. I had a mind to give her the most complete and intense of head I could offer, but she made me forget all of my plans with an exploding orgasm less than ten seconds after I began. Somehow she managed to free both her arms and used them to pull me head against her pussy, all the while shouting harder, deeper... at the top of her lungs. When the sensations become too intense, she pushed me away and jumped down from the altar. 

With only lust having any sort of control over her entire being, she ordered me to climb on the altar. As I was looking around to the priestesses to find out if I should, Roxanne grabbed my arms and nearly threw me over it. Lying on my back I saw her jumping on the altar, legs spread above me. As she knelt down I could see tears running down her cheeks; too much excitation she told me afterwards. Simply too much. Grabbing my cock she raised it upright, even though I was so hard she had to pull harder than she had thought. Then she simply placed its head against her drenched pussy and impaled herself fall all the way down. 

Oh God.

I have never been with a virgin in my entire life, but I knew that this was as close as I was going to get. Oh it wasn't so tight that it hurt or anything like that; she was more than wet enough. But if God had wanted to give me the pussy that was specially made for me, he had now. Perfectly tight; not too much, just right. Perfectly deep; I felt her vagina stretch just a bit as her buttocks slammed down against me. Perfectly smooth; somehow, Roxanne's pussy was as flawless as pearls, not a single muscle or bit of flesh to hinder it's entire length. It was, to put it simply, the kind of pussy you dream about all your life without ever finding one. 

When she touched home as her ass crashed against me, she didn't moan or groan. No, she simply shouted. And when I saw and felt her fucking me like a mindless animal with nothing else in mind, I knew that she was having yet another orgasm. But somehow I wasn't. Imagine this; a young and beautiful girl, with a flawless pussy that hadn't had any cock in it for the last two years, fucking me as if it were the only thing she could do to stay alive, her wild locks and breasts moving wildly about with her every movement... Who could I not climax?

When I looked sideways I saw one of the priestesses holding a pitcher and sporting a grin; the milk! That was why I had to clean her up. Not just so I could arouse her even more. Something in this milk prevented me from cumming too soon. And Roxanne seemed to enjoy my special endurance; she never slows, pauses or stops. She's simply obeying her body's commands. After arching her body backwards, with her hands beside my knees, she slowly comes back towards me, gradually crushing her clit against my pubic bone. Her cries and shouts turn into sobs of excess, of overflowing pleasure. 

She ends up with her arms around my neck, still humping me as best she can, while trying to walk the fine line between pleasure and pain. But after a few more minutes, she just stops and moans her exhaustion. Slowly, delicately, the priestesses lift her up from me and gently place her in a big heap of velvet sheets. She is gorgeous, simply gorgeous. 

As I turn back towards the crowd, I see Lucia walking towards me with a her soft smile and her eyes told me she had something in mind. She only had a long robe and while she walked her final steps towards me, she slipped it off, revealing her complete beauty to me and everybody still in the room. She was not flawless like a teenager, she was simply more beautiful. Her breasts had not the beauty of pearls, but of entire sculptures made of pearls; her legs were not like pillars of marble, but of long rivers of laughing waters; instead of raging fire, her hair was made of the darkest and most intimate part of the night, proudly flowing in daylight; and her eyes had thrown away what made Roxanne's eyes magnificent to let something much better shine through. She was not a girl, but a woman. 

"Now that you've thoroughly fucked the poor little Roxanne, she said with a smile, I want you to make love to me" My smile was answer enough. Lucia climbed up with me on the altar, sat on my cock as easily as Roxanne, and made our heartbeat begin to live once more. Somehow I didn't care right now what her pussy physically felt like; even though it was one of the purest experience of my entire life, I knew that her body was but a gateway to something more, and that was what I was making love to. I don't know how long we stayed there, making love for all to see, while sharing a smile no one could understand. I don't really care. But when we finally got up and walked towards the baths for a dive, we were completely alone. 

During the feast afterwards, Roxanne came and thanked me for everything. It was my pleasure, I assured her. Lisa and Laurie came and sat next to me and Lucia and we spent quite a fun evening and night there. When I asked Lucia where she went during a part of the ceremony, she told me that she went and gave a tip to Roxanne. 

"You know, the only way the priestesses were ever going to let her fuck you is exactly what happened." 

"What? You mean that this "loosing control" stuff was all planned out?" 

"Yes and no. The priestesses would have continued to tease Roxanne until she lost control, yes. But Roxanne didn't know about it Iann. She was ordered to wait and be passive. But the entire point of this ceremony was to make her loose control. And at some point I took pity in her and told her what to do..." 

I laughed with her as she told me this; but even though she knew, I think Roxanne really lost control; I had never been attacked like this before. After that, we continued to talk and enjoy the unstoppable supply of food that came from the kitchen. But at around midnight, we all heard a loud "Gong" resonating all throughout the hall. Something was up, and I had no idea what. Lucia leaned closer to me and said; 

"I kept you this as a final surprise; after a ceremony, we get to enjoy the Firedance. Had you forgotten that Roxanne's Initiation happened on Midsummer's Eve?" 

"Hmmm, indeed I had. But what's this Firedance about? Will I have to fuck again?" She laughed; 

"No, you crazy man. Well, not too much I hope. Like all of us, you'll just have to sit back, watch and enjoy. Haven't you noticed that Sunray and the Succubus are nowhere to be seen? Well, they're two of the many dancers you'll see tonight. Prepare yourself for your first Firedance..." 

Oh God. I don't think I can handle this much beauty, sex, pleasure, women... But I'm sure that I'll try my best to keep up!

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The Castle Ch. 06



-You'll have to excuse my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. -

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-The Second Interlude of the Castle Series-

After the Gong sounded midnight, a silence fell across the room: we were at Midsummer. And for some reason, in this Castle lost in mountains and forests, it meant a great deal. Don't know why yet, but it does. But when everybody started to get up and leave the room, Lucia took my arm and took me to her room. When I turned back from closing the door, still mystified by all this, Lucia was letting her slip fall down around her ankles. The thin robe she had been wearing was now in a soft puddle underneath the slip. 

I don't know how many hours I've spent looking at, touching, tasting and even smelling Lucia's body. But even now, exhausted by Roxanne, I realize that my pulse quickens when I look at her. Barely conscious of my staring, she frees her midnight-black mane from a simple ponytail and plays with her hair to loosen them up. Swinging in rhythm with her arms, her breasts seem to laugh and dance, a promise of youth fully realized. More subdued, the flare of her hips is nothing now but an invitation to slide my gaze down towards those impossible legs. Lean, tight, half an inch from being too long... As I look slowly back up, Lucia turns around a bit, revealing her equally impossible buttocks. But the black locks dancing just above those inviting curves catch my eyes and hold them. 

Slipping her opened fingers around her neck and up over her scalp, she pulls most of her hair up before letting them fall back down. After that she whips her head left and right, making her hair tango from one side to the other. The rhythm changes as she slides her hands from her forehead all the way back to her nape, massaging her head slowly. Wisps of hairs fly around, locks shift from left to right, slip around from her back to lick her breasts, come back from those curves to fall back down along her back... 

When she tilts her head backwards, the tips of the longest strands come all the way down to cover her buttocks. With slow, deliberate movements, Lucia turns her head from side to side again. From the top of her head to two or three feet lower, her hair smoothly whips left and right, teasing me with flashes of skin and their own mysterious, flowing darkness. After bringing her head forward again, she twists two huge locks of hair into a soft braid. Seconds later she whips it apart and I watch, amazed, as the locks fade back into her full mane. 

With her hands at her nape, she pulls her hair all the way up until she holds it on the top of her head. Still in awe, I loose myself in this sharpened, this raw nudity. This is not the weak, blossoming body of a girl: this is the full-grown body of a woman, albeit young, a woman who is fully conscious of what she is, of what she has. Lucia is not the mere promise of womanhood, she is that promise realized, fulfilled beyond anything I could have imagined or hoped for. Heavy with beauty and lush with sensuality, her body is a flawless dance. 

Turning her head sideways just a bit, a hint of a green eye showing, she smiles and says: "Will I have to cut them off to feel your arms around me?" Unable to come up with any kind of answer, I quickly get out of my pants and shirt. When I walk behind her, she lets her hair fall back down between us. Bending down a bit, I bury my face against her nape and the back of her head. Taking a deep breath I manage to reach the elusive, intensely intimate smell that's hidden by and in the veil of her hair. Incapable of resisting, I take another one before planting a kiss through that veil. 

When I straighten back up and pull her against me, we both clearly feel my cock, rock hard, pressed between the cheeks of her ass. She laughs while I cup my hands around the two full-bodied nymphs on her chest: 

"You're impossible you know! How can you still be hard after that afternoon with Roxanne?" 

I smile against her neck: I know she feels it. "Hmmm. You're in my arms Lucia..." 

Her turn to smile now, and to turn her head for a kiss. Through that kiss, I slide one of my hands down to her pussy. Sliding over that other patch of dark hair, I'm stunned to fin her lips drenched. Opening my eyes in surprise, I watch her own eyes opening and a small laugh breaking our kiss. "What? Why are you so surprised to find me like this? ...Am I not in your arms?" My turn to laugh gently, before plunging back for another kiss. At the same time I bend my knees and feel my cock slipping across her anus and then further against her lips. Without even pushing up, I feel the head of my cock slipping inside her warmth. When I stand up once again, we both moan through our kiss. For some reason she breaks it, even though we had managed to find a comfortable position standing up. Whispering, she tells me: 

"I have a favor to ask of you. Even though you seem to be unstoppable, you need to keep some of your energy for the Firedance. And I have an idea that I think will please you..." 

"Hmmm, will it let me love you now and keep my energies up?" With my legs bent slightly and my cock already opening her lips, I try my best to stay coherent. But what she asks blows me away;

"Yes. Why don't you love me, or fuck me, the way you were doing it when you were a teenager?" 

Now I'm surprised! But she must know what this means as well as me. "If you really want to Lucia..." 

"Oh yes... I just want to feel the raw, unrestrained fury of the male sexuality. Don't love me Iann, just fuck me, fuck my brains out. And don't think about giving me any pleasure at all, just plain fuck me!"

I let a low growl put an end to her pleading. "Put your hands on the bed." Keeping her legs perfectly straight, she bends down at the waist, allowing for a complete penetration. While some of her hair stay on her back, most of it fall on her sides and on the bed. After putting my hands on her hips I slowly pull out and, a deep breath later, I push back in. Deep, quick, hard. 

Changing the rhythm and angle I'm now used to, I shift my cock so that it slips in and out of her pussy as quickly as possible. After less than ten seconds I start grunting with each thrust, while the slapping sounds grow louder and louder. Her ass against my thighs, my balls against her lips and the clear sounds of her pussy slurping with each of my trusts. About thirty seconds after my first thrust, I know I'm close to cumming. 

Pulling out without any warning, I push her down: "Get on your knees, on the floor." When she does, I push her face back against the bed. With one hand pressed against her back, I push my cock back inside her and start fucking her again. Hard. Really hard. Each of my strokes pushes her against the bed, and I even feel the bed moving on the floor. Trying not to laugh out loud, I realize ten seconds later that I'm once again close to cumming. 

I pull out just as quickly, and tell her to turn around on her back. When she does, I place her calves on my shoulders. While guiding my cock into her once again with one hand, I place the other one on her breast. Roughly. But when I do, I realize that she's breathing very hard, very fast. When I look up at her face, I see a barely restrained fury in those evergreen eyes. I'm shocked for a second or two, before understanding that she's deep into this young-fuck game. In fact, she has one of her hands on my own and it guides my mauling hand to her other breast. Seeing that I'm looking at her, she tells me: "You won't even be able to make me cum, bastard. You're not worth that big cock of yours." 

When I pull back and lean down to smother her pussy with my mouth, she laughs through her fury and says: "No no, that's cheating!!! Argh! Crazy bastard!" Seconds later, unbelieving, I feel her legs closing around my head and her whole body beginning to spasm violently: impossibly, she's going to climax. Slipping free of her legs, I slip my cock deep inside her again and place my hand on her breasts again. While she twists her head from side to side, that fury and extreme breathing back from the previous laugh, I tell her: 

"You dirty little bitch, you were going to cum anyway..." With one hand on the top of her thigh, I start fucking her again, all my raw passion exploding. 

"Shut up bastard. Just fuck me..." 

Moans and cries follow that command, but even those die out as pleasure arches her back upwards. Still mauling one of her flawless breasts, I feel her pushing up against my hand as her climax finally triggers from between her legs. The spasms that turns the heaven of her pussy into an overdose of bliss push me over the top of my climax too. Shouts and moans and cries overflow as I fall down against her and feel her arms and legs close around me. 

Both breathing like bellows in an overworked forge, we eventually calm down, covered in sweat. Lucia suddenly begins to laugh in that silence and I join her... 

"Did it even last an entire minute Iann?" 

"Ah... I have no idea!" 

"Thanks you..." 

Burying my face against her neck, I kiss her gently. In my hear, she whispers: "we should shower and go to bed. We have until 3 and a half in the morning to get our strengths back up." 

Somehow we managed to keep our hands to ourselves... or at least away form any dangerous spots. As any healthy teenager knows, this sort of quick sex always has the same consequence: minutes later, the urge to do it again is greater than it was the first time. Luckily, perhaps, we're not teenagers anymore and end up sleeping in each other's arms, with the alarm ready to wake us up in a few hours. Dreams of the Firedance and of Midsummer fill my head as soon as I close my eyes and bury my head in Lucia's hair. 

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