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Princess

By: Happy Frank



I guess I should start out by telling you that I am 54 years old, and my wife of 28 years just died a year ago. I have been a successful insurance salesman for 30 years. In that time, I made a lot of money and I have been investing it all along. I am now worth several million dollars but no one except my wife and my stock broker knew that. I now do my investing on-line so no one but me knows what I am worth. My wife and I never denied ourselves anything we really wanted but we have lived modestly. We have a 15 by 30 pool in the back yard and a cabin in the mountains, but other than that nothing everyone else doesn't have.

My sister Kate, who got pregnant and married at 18, and her husband have always lived from paycheck to paycheck. Sometimes his foolish spending or gambling would get them in financial trouble and I would find out about it. I tried to make it clear to her that I had more money then she would think, and that any time she got in trouble financially she should let me know and I would help her out. She only asked for help a couple times when she really needed grocery money in order for her and kids to eat. We had always got along even as young children and teenagers. I never considered her little pest or pain in the ass, she was always my little princess. I used to help her out with her school work, protect her against boys that were becoming obnoxious. We always got along very well, and I did love her, but as a sister. We never did anything sexual while we were young.

If you were to see my sister in the mall you would probably not even notice her, she is average height with mid length brown hair, and wears baggy, loose fitting clothes. There is really nothing about her that would attract attention to the casual observer. Understand there is nothing unattractive about her, she is just a plain Jane. That is from outward appearances, when you know her she is a beautiful person. She is always upbeat and fun to be around. Over the years I have seen her in a bathing suit in our backyard pool and I can assure you she has a fantastic body, very nice tits and a nice round little ass. Since she has been living here I have frequently seen her in her tight fitting workout clothes. She works out every day for at least an hour. When her kids were younger her daughters used to kid her son, because mom could do more pushups than he could. I once saw her rip off 30 pushups without slowing down. When fixing breakfast she often times passes between me and the light pouring in the kitchen window, which makes her otherwise decent pajamas practically transparent. I have on several occasions found myself thinking, I really would like to fuck that woman. Then I have to give myself a mental slap for thinking about screwing my sister. The thoughts have come more and more frequently lately, and the slaps less severe.

Anyway her husband, Jim, died three months ago. After the funeral everyone came to my house because she and Jim lived in a one bedroom apartment, and there wasn't really enough room for the typical after burial gathering. Her 3 children had all married young and were starting down the same paycheck to paycheck existence that their parents lived, so they were not going to be able to help her out. As we were sitting around talking, her oldest daughter mentioned that she would have to find a new apartment since they had gotten a eviction notice. It seems Jim had bet the rent money on a football game.

I told Kate not to worry about finding a place to live since I lived in a three-bedroom house all by myself. I told her she could stay with me until she got back on her feet. We decided that she might as well start staying that night rather than going home to the empty apartment, and spending the night alone. Everyone agreed that probably would be a good solution to her problem. After everyone left we watched a movie on HBO, then she went to bed in the guest room that she had picked out for herself. I had piece of cake and a glass of milk and then went to bed myself. I was unable to fall asleep immediately, and was still awake when about 15 to 20 minutes later Kate knocked on the door.

After she came in she asked me, could sleep with me tonight and please hold her. She said she was scared about the future and didn't know what was going to become of her. She had never been anything but a wife and mother and had no idea how she was going to support herself from now on. I knew that this was totally innocent request, she only needed comforting. So she got into bed and laid with her back to me, and I held her. I told her to stop worrying about her financial future that she would have no financial problems from now on. I had, and I'm sure she had no indecent thoughts about the sleeping situation. However when I awoke in the morning I had my hand on her breast, and it was a handful, with what felt like very large nipples, and a hard on pressed firmly against her ass. I immediately knew that she was awake, but wasn't doing anything about it for fear she would wake me up in this embarrassing position. I made some noises and rolled over as though still asleep. She immediately got out of bed and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later I could smell coffee brewing. I got up and when to the kitchen and said that the smell of coffee had woke me up. We each had come coffee and she fixed breakfast for both of us. That was the only thing of a sexual nature that happened between us for the three months that she lived with me prior to her birthday.

I had seen enough of her to appreciate the fact that she had an excellent body had it to a belonged to a 20 year old girl. For a 50 year old woman she was out of this world fantastic. Anyway on her birthday I decided to take her out to celebrate. We left in the late afternoon and went to a indoor miniature golf course that also had arcade games. We then went to dinner at a local surf and turf restaurant. Before dinner I had a couple martinis, and she had a couple Manhattan's. We had wine with our dinner, and one after dinner drink each. From their we went to a private club that I belong to. It's a dimly lit cheaters kind of place. They have a small group there on Saturday nights that plays, old sexy romantic dance music, the type of songs that Julie London might sing. We had a couple drinks and did some dancing.

A brother and sister had no business dancing together the way we were dancing. I was holding her as close to me as I possibly could. I could actually feel her nipples against my chest. The whole situation,the romantic atmosphere, the drinks and especially the closeness of our bodies was causing me to become aroused. I could feel my dick starting to get hard. Fortunately at that moment, a guy I knew asked to cut in. We stopped dancing and separated our bodies as I answered him. I told him no way, Kate and I are old family friends that have known each other from childhood, and this was our first date. And I had no intention of sharing the most beautiful woman in the room not even for one dance. OK she isn't really beautiful, but any woman that makes your dick hard just by dancing is temporarily beautiful.

After he left she asked me why I didn't tell him she was my sister, I told her I didn't want anyone to know that I danced with my sister the way we were dancing. She just laughed, and said "yea, your probably right, they might think it was incestuous". Then she pulled me closer, no not closer, we couldn't have gotten any closer. She put her hand on my butt and pulled us tighter together. She also wiggled her hips a little bit rubbing against my semi hard cock. She had to feel it rubbing against her belly. Then she stopped dancing, but she kept wiggling and kissed me. It wasn't a sisterly kiss either, by the time the kiss ended I realized I was rubbing my hand all over her cute little ass. The music only lasted for another 20 or so seconds and we sat down at my request, actually so I could cool off. We danced a couple more dances, but I was careful not to hold her quite so close. She said let's go home and watch a movie. When we got home she went to fix some popcorn and I turned on HBO. We got settled on the couch and she said it feels awful chilly in here. I got up and checked the thermostat and sure enough it said 60. I tried to get the heater to come on but it wouldn't. That night was supposed to be a hard freeze down to about five or 10 degrees.

It was 9 o clock on Saturday night and I knew I was not going to be able to get the repair man out that night. I called him anyway and he said he would be out about 8 the next morning. He had installed the system 3 years ago and could reach everything thru the garage so he said he wouldn't even wake me up, but would fix it and mail me the bill. She said she wanted to borrow some of my long John's to wear to bed that night because it was going to be awfully cold. I told her she won't need them, she was going to sleep with me in my room. She said O Frankie you naughty boy. I said no, seriously, you know that fireplace insert in my bedroom, well it's actually a gas heater that works quite well. She said "oh, okay", but she sounded disappointed, "I'm going to get a blanket and get my pajamas on so we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie". She went to get her flannel pajamas and a blanket, I went to put on my pajamas and then to the kitchen to get the champagne that I had previously put on ice.

When she returned we settled in to watch a movie. We were half laying, half sitting on the couch with her half on top of me and I had my arm around her, to help keep us warm. We were eating popcorn, sipping champagne and watching the movie, which was a very sexy movie. It was about a community college teacher who has an affair with one of her students, who was a male stripper. At one point, after Kate put her champagne glass down on the table and then moved back against me her breast ended up in my hand. I started to move my hand away, but she said no leave it there, it feels good to be held intimately. The big scene was approaching on-screen and sexual tension was mounting. I realized that I was rubbing my fingernails all over her breast, and my other hand was rubbing the top portion of her thigh. The sexual tension in the living room was approaching that which was on-screen. We were both quite intoxicated and just continued on the way we were.

When the student finally entered his teacher, Kate said oh I know that felt good. At that point we both realized what we were doing, and in fact Kate had rolled her leg so that I was now stroking the inside portion of her upper thigh. We were both thoroughly aroused. She turned around and straddled me, sitting on my lap on her knees and kissed me on the lips. She said, Frankie do you love me, I said yes Princess I love you. Then she kissed me again, a long passionate, deep kiss. She said I mean do you really love me? I said yes I do. Then she said, "then take me to your bed". Now if she had said let's go to bed, she could have meant, we need to stop this and go to sleep. But "take me to your bed" could only mean one thing. I said "but sis", she interrupted me to say, your little sister is a sexually mature woman with a very big need, you always take care of your little sister, don't stop now.

She reached down and took my very hard dick in her hand and said don't tell me you're not aroused, this is not what you guys call a morning hard on, like you had the first night I slept here. I think you will like my body, check out these tits, she said. Then she pulled her top off over her head, and said you'll love these or hate them depending on how you feel about big nipples. They were beautiful, they were bigger than I thought, they must be three quarters of an inch long. I was speechless, all I could do was start sucking. I wasn't even trying to get her whole tit in my mouth I was just sucking on the nipple. She said "oh I guess that means you like them, or least that one, you need to do the other one too".

After I started on the other one for little bit she said now they're both wet, and you can only keep one at a time warm in your mouth, so we have to go to the bedroom, or one of my tits will freeze and fall off. I can tell you wouldn't like that. The whole time I was sucking she was playIng with my dick. She then got up and still holding onto my dick led us into the bedroom. She was probably ready to be entered right then, but I always enjoy making a woman really, really hot. I kissed and licked nearly every part of her body. I spent a lot of time sucking on her marvelous tits. I just could not get enough of those nipples. She had her first organism as I was sucking on her tits and had two fingers in her pussy while rubbing her clitoris with the heal of my hand. She was an extremely passionate lover. The whole time I was kissing and licking her she was telling me how good that felt, oh that's nice, yes like that,it feels so good, she kept telling me how wonderful I was making her feel.

After she came down from her first organism she said, thank you I needed that, I have been so happy living here with you,the only thing missing to make me a totally happy woman was the sex. She said, I really like sex, sex is God's gift for poor people to make their life as good as rich people's. She said you'll find out I am a real sexual animal I love fucking and sucking. As she was telling me this I was sticking my fingers in her pussy and getting them wet and then licking my fingers off. She said "if you like the taste of me why not eliminate the middle man or fingers in this case, and eat me, please eat my pussy". Actually that's what I was planning on doing next anyway so I got my face between her legs and started giving her a demonstration of my best pussy licking technique. I did the usual licking and sticking my tongue inside her as far as I could get it.

Also her clitoris was sticking out far enough that I was able to capture it with my lips and tickle it with my tongue. Every time I caught it and touched it with my tongue she got a little more wild pulling my face to her pussy and urging me on verbally. But what drove her over the edge was when I started licking her slit from bottom to top over and over again very rapidly, my tongue stayed good and wet just from her fluids. I must have made a couple dozen trips from bottom to top when she had another big orgasm. When she settled down she said now its your turn. She had me sit on the edge of the bed and she knelt on the floor in front of me and started sucking on my cock. It didn't take long and I was was ready to blow a load. I warned her it was coming but instead of taking it out of her mouth she started running her lips rapidly back and forth over just the head. The feeling was incredible. It was without a doubt the best blow job I ever had, and she swallowed the whole load. She got back up on the bed next to me and we cuddled, but she was still playing with my half hard dick. She said did you like that, I call it a lip fuck. I told her it was the best I had ever had, and she said that made her feel good because she really enjoyed pleasing her man and I was now her man completely. She said she was going to call what I did a lip licking.

She said she wanted to do a lot more lip licking and lip fucking in the future, but right now it felt like we were ready for bonus time. My dick was again fully hard because of the Viagra I had taken. She rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide and said "come on lover mount up ,I promise you a good ride". I got into position above her and was ready to enter her, but decided to give her a last chance to change her mind. I said are you sure you want to go ahead, we haven't crossed the final line yet? As I was saying this she shifted her butt and legs around a little bit and I was afraid she was going to say we better not do it. I was ready to kick myself in the ass for giving her the chance to change her mind. Instead what she had done was planted her heels on the bed, then she reached up to took my dick in her hand and thrust her hips up burrying me to the hilt, as she said, too late, yes we have.

Viagra allowed me to keep it up like a young man but it doesn't enable you to cum as often as a young man. We fucked for an hour, before I came again. I don't know how many times we changed positions but it was frequently. She was incredible. We fucked in every position imaginable and she kept telling me how good everything felt. Believe me a man does not get tired of his woman telling him how good he is making her feel, how much pleasure he is giving her. We both lost count of how many times she had an orgasm. When I finally came the second time we were doing it doggy style. After I dumped that load in her hot quivering pussy we both collapsed exhausted on the bed. We held each other and promptly fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning it was about 10 clock and she was crying. When she saw I was awake she said, "I'm so sorry, I know I acted like a slut". I was devastated, I thought I had found the ideal sex partner in my sister. Now apparently it was going to be a one night thing. I held her and told her not to feel bad we were both at fault and we would just pretend this never happened and put it behind us.

She said we can't pretend it never happened, it did happen. I said okay we will blame it on the alcohol and promise that it will never happened again. She said "it was the alcohol, Jimmy always said I acted like a whore when I had a few drinks in me". "And besides I want it to happen again, I'm just ashamed of the way I acted and talked, using the dirty words I used, I am afraid you will think I am a whore. If we can make love again I will be more restrained and lady like." As she said this she started playing with my dick again. I said "O, thank God. I thought you meant you were sorry we did it". I told her she had scared me, I thought that I had just found and lost, the best piece of ass in the world, in a period of 12 hours. She said you really think I'm the best piece of ass in the world, well just don't go trying to find out by trying all the others. You're mine, and this is mine, she squeezed my dick. Tell me the truth, you don't mind the way I acted and talked.

I told her not in the least, if she didn't act and talk the same way the next time we made love I would have to pour alcohol down her throat. I told her, her enthusiasm and talking was stimulating for me, and the more she acted like slut, if she had to use that term, the more I could please her. She wiggled, my once again, hard dick a little bit and said I think you're ready please me now. I said, only if you tell me what you want me to do. She said, I want you to make love to me. I said wrong words. She said, I want you to fuck me. I said, right words, climb on. She climbed on and lowered herself on my dick. We started to make love again. We didn't speak for the first couple minutes because we were busy kissing. She was grinding her pelvis against mine, stimulating her clitoris. After we broke the kiss I asked her what part of me do you like best. She said I love your cock. I asked her where does she like it. She said buried in my hot pussy. I told her to keep talking like that, tell me what you like, and what you want, and we won't need any alcohol today.

She said fucking and sucking you is what I want, I want you to fill my pussy and my mouth with your cum. Then she started to shudder and said here I go again. When I felt her pussy twitching and jumping I exploded into her. She collapsed onto me and we started kissing again. We were telling each other how much we love each other and which body parts we were particularly fond of. After 10 minutes or so she said come on, I need to fix you breakfast. You're going to need your strength this afternoon. I popped another Viagra with my breakfast, and we went back to bed, for another couple hours of steady fucking. Well, it wasn't steady fucking, we did the lip lick and the lip fuck as well, but mostly it was fucking. About 4:00 she said we need to get up because the kids will be over about 6:00 for a birthday party. Her kids arrived and we had dinner, then later cake and ice cream, and her oldest daughter commented that "Mom you look absolutely radiant, you look like you're feeling better than you have in years". I suspect, that she suspected what had happened. But I have to say she didn't appear to be upset about it, she appeared to be quite happy for her mother. After the kids left we immediately went back to bed for another incredible sexual session.


Princess



Princess,

Just wanted you to know that my thoughts are always towards you. I was thinking this morning of how much I love to run my fingers through your mind and paint upon your emotions. I am grateful that even when I happen to paint a black stroke upon you, you are always willing to open up and express your feelings.

I love the openness of our relationship and how you allow me to paint upon your canvas in deep colors that vividly tell of the story of you and of us. The way we play is so much fun and I enjoy tracing images upon your mind, images that elicit erotic thoughts and images that intensify our play and lovemaking.

I am so glad you like being fucked, our foreplay during the week just sets our passions afire so that when we do come together it is an instantaneous flame that burns sooo hot between us. I can't help but caress your mind with erotic thoughts of your forbidden pleasure of being fucked in the ass. Or of the intensely emotional and mental exercise of tying your hands above your head and taking you in any way that pleases me. Or the deeply emotional expression and mental power that spanking you ignites. The thought of spanking your pussy until you beg me to fuck you is a thought that plays erotically on my mind.

Your submissiveness towards me increases my desire towards you exponentially each time you do submit willingly, even times when you try to deny me your pleasures increases the erotic play at times. The goals I set for you will always increase our attachment to each other and bring longing with them in such ways that the carrying out of them intensifies our relationship. When you spread our legs it is such a beautiful thing to me, it shows me your willingness and longing for me and my touch, which will forever be loving and gentle upon you.

Again I write to you my love, with thoughts ever so dear. Visions of your smiling face, your wonderful laughter and the happiness you display all the time endears you to my heart. I long right now to look deeply into your eyes, to press the essence of me into the essence of you. To share and feel deeply intimate encounters with your heart and explore the wonders of your mind. To hold your face in my hands, to kiss you softly on the lips, to feel all that is loving in you directed towards me in each and every thing we do.

I love our dance together, I so enjoy pampering you while you are here. Each small little thing I do for you is a gift that I bestow upon you, upon your being. You are so kind and receptive and that makes the doing of things for you such a pleasurable experience. I love these things and wish to tell you why.

When taking a shower together and washing your body, creates a feeling of love through making your physical appearance shine and feel fresh and smelling wonderful. When folding you into a towel after a shower, creates a feeling of caring for you in a simple way that’s hard to describe, much like wrapping a child in towel and helping them to dry off. When smoothing lotion all over your legs, creates a feeling of tenderness towards you. When getting you something to drink creates a feeling of being responsible for your needs. When Opening doors for you, creates a feeling of respect and pride for you and all that you are to me.

Most important I think in doing all of the pampering is that you are more than worthy of that attention, and it's something that no one else does for you. It creates and air of being a true Princess after a long weeks work of helping and doing things for other people. It my chance to really shine and to express my Love for you that goes beyond the physical pleasure we enjoy. You are a gift beyond price a treasure I adore and will always take care of you that others may also see the richness of your beauty.



Princess



Dianne is the girl who lives next door. She's a real little princess. One of the lucky ones, who never seems to have a problem. She'd skated easily through her school years, popular with everyone. She'd left school, graduating just after she turned eighteen, but didn't need to work as her father was quite wealthy and willing to support her. That's not to say she was lazy. She did charity work, and I respected her for that. She was quite willing to do her bit. 

I still have to admit that she got up my nose a bit with her general attitude. She was, without realising it, arrogant and condescending, expecting things to work the way she wanted them to simply because she wanted them to. She didn't take to discipline very well, and tended to breathe fire when she ran into me as I pulled her into line a couple of times. Nothing major, but she had definitely been pushing the limits a time or two, and it never hurt a person to be reminded that there were limits that it was unwise to cross.

The day was coming when she was going to have a bit of a setback, and she knew it. Princess, her dog, was now quite old and not long for this world. Dianne knew it and was making matters worse for herself by spoiling the dog outrageously. Dogs need discipline, too, you know, or they forget their manners.

This particular morning I was heading around to have a few words with the princess about Princess. I'd been minding my own business, doing a little bit of gardening, when Princess came wandering into my front yard. The rotten little rodent then took a dump in the middle of the lawn. Not really a problem as I'd just flick it into the garden and cover it up and the plants would have a touch more fertiliser. 

However, adding injury to insult, Princess then staggered over to where I stood, watching her. I thought she was coming over for a pat, but no. When she reached me she gave a little growl and then sank her teeth into my ankle. It's a testament to my self-control that I didn't drop-kick the little mongrel back over the fence where it belonged.

What I did do was scoop up said mongrel and headed off to have a word with her owner.

I knocked on the door and Dianne answered.

"What do you want?" she asked, all haughty pride. "And what are you doing with Princess, you brute? Give her to me." 

Big difference between the first proud query and the second excited shriek.

"Perhaps," I said, passing the mutt over to her, "you should be asking what is your dog doing to me? It was running loose and it also bit me. The first offence can get you a pretty solid fine. The biting part is grounds for having the dog put down if I wanted to get nasty about it."

"You wouldn't dare," she said, barely breathing the words.

I gave her a nasty smile. 

"If you don't start taking better care of the mutt I won't need to," I told her. "She'll bite some cute little kid and the cops will come and shoot her. Is that what you want? To have the responsibility taken away from you? She's good for a few months yet, you know?"

Dianne looked absolutely livid. I have to admit she really cared for her dog. She turned and stalked into the house, ignoring me as I followed her. She walked straight through the house and into the backyard, where she set Princess down. 

"That won't really help with the side gates open," I observed, watching Princess trotting happily towards them.

Dianne said a rude word and raced past the dog to close the gates. I took the opportunity to stroll around the yard, looking to see if there were any other exits the dog might use. It seemed pretty good to me.

I returned to where Dianne was standing, watching me, giving me the evil eye.

"The yard seems secure," I told her, "as long as you can remember to keep the gates closed. Or maybe put a long leash on the mutt. What are you going to do about the savage bite that mutt inflicted on me?"

I lifted my trousers to show the teeth marks and a couple of spots of blood.

"Hope it gets infected and makes your foot drop off?" suggested Dianne. "You were probably teasing her and she bit you in self-defence."

It was the sort of reply I expected. 

"You know, it seems to me that both you and the dog need a bit of discipline," I observed. The way I look at it, seeing as how I'm the victim of your poor discipline, I should have the right to educate one of you. Seeing as you're the senior bitch, I'll deal with you."

There was a very handy park-bench right next to where we were standing. I sat down, caught Dianne by the arm and jerked her over my knee. I was lucky, as she was wearing a short sundress. I flicked the dress out of the way, holding her firmly in place with one hand on her back, while the other ran lightly over her bottom.

"Maybe a good spanking will help you learn some manners," I said quietly, and calmly pulled her panties down.

"I can't believe you did that," she said softly. "And you're bluffing. You wouldn't dare spank me. I'd have you arrested."

"I doubt it," I pointed out. "I'd have to explain about how I was upset because your dog attacked me. You wouldn't want that."

She didn't say anything, but I felt her bottom tense up.

"However," I continued, "I have no intention of spanking you until you give me permission."

"What?" came the rather stunned reply, and I repeated myself.

"You expect me to give you permission to spank me?"

"You got it," I said, casually stroking her bottom.

"There's no way," Dianne half shrieked at me, "and take your hand off my bottom."

"I can wait," I admitted, moving my hand as requested. Mind you, I'm not sure she intended me to move it where I did. I could practically see the shock on her face as my hand slipped between her legs and started massaging her pussy.

Her legs twitched as though she was going to clamp them together, but she must have realised that doing so would just lock my hand tight against her mound, so they relaxed again. 

"What are you doing?" she asked me, her voice sounding totally disbelieving, a sort of 'this isn't happening' voice.

"Just filling in time while you make up your mind that you really do need a nice spanking," I said. "Don't mind me. Just consider your transgressions and let me know when you're ready."

"No way," I was brusquely informed. "Now let me up."

"No way," I returned, lightly dragging my fingernails along her labia, theoretically sending little shivers into her loins. The way she squirmed I'd have to say that theory was correct, so I repeated the action.

"Have you decided what you're going to do once Princess dies?" I asked, slipping a finger between her lips and probing gently inside her.

"Stop that. No I haven't. I don't want to think about it. Why are you doing this?"

"I told you. Filling in time before the spanking. You should start planning ahead. Princess doesn't really have all that much longer."

"Well, I'm not thinking about it. And just stop that. You're not going to spank me so you might as well just give the whole idea up."

I casually pushed her sundress higher, revealing her bra. A quick flick and it was undone.

"What you really need to do," I told her, while my hand closed over her breast, "is to get a puppy right now. You can train it with Princess helping you. That will also remind Princess of her own training."

"Just stop it," she gasped.

"Stop which?" I asked. "This?" squeezing her breast, "This?" lightly scratching along her labia again, "or reminding you that Princess is getting old and you need to consider her. Having a puppy to help train will probably help Princess."

"All of it," came the wailing cry. "Just stop."

"Ah, you're ready for your spanking?"

"No! Just stop and go away."

"Did you know that the Andrews have a new litter? Their bitch is a direct descendant of Princess. I'll bet the puppies look like she used to. You should go and have a look at them."

Dianne was squirming rather desperately now. Her nipples were erect and I could feel her shudder slightly as I roughly dragged my palm across them while kneading her breasts. Her inner lips had flowered nicely, pushing out from between her outer labia, shining pink and moist in the sun.

"Anyway, I can't wait around here forever. If you're not going to agree to a spanking I guess I'll have to fall back on plan B."

Saying this, I swung Dianne back to her feet, rising to mine at the same time. I turned her to face the bench, pressing against her back to encourage her to bend over. It didn't take much encouragement, either.

"What are you doing?" she asked turning her head to look at me. 

What I was doing when she turned to look was more of an undoing - my zip. Her eyes went wide as I brought my erection into play. Her eyes focused on it, she swallowed and looked elsewhere. Anywhere was preferable to looking at what I was offering.

"You wouldn't?" she said, trying to make a statement but ending up with a question.

"If you're not agreeing to being spanked there's not much else I can do," I pointed out, rubbing the head of my cock against her damp lips, teasing them and encouraging them to pout a little more.

I pressed my cock firmly against her, feeling her lips starting to ease apart and wrap around me.

"Spanking?" I asked, and she shook her head.

She can't say I didn't offer. I pressed a little harder, hearing her gasp and feeling her lips yield right of way. Just like that the head of my cock popped between her lips and they closed lovingly over it. 

Hands sliding forward and up until I had her breasts nicely cupped, and then I continued pressing slowly into her. Every little advance was met by a small startled squeak, sounding as though she still didn't believe this was really happening. I'm pretty sure that I'd have noticed if she was a virgin, so I was a trifle surprised at her apparent surprise.

My surprise didn't stop me, of course, or even noticeably slow me down. I just pressed steadily in, sinking in nice and deep. When I pushed home that last inch and felt my groin bumping hard against her I relaxed a little.

"You can consider this a pussy spanking," I whispered quietly in her ear.

With that I set out to deliver. I pulled back and drove back in again, nicely and firmly. Dianne made an "ahh," sound as I drove in, but that was all the reaction I got. A few more firm thrusts and the "ahhs" had a higher pitch and Dianne was pressing back firmly to meet me. 

After that things went along quite nicely. Dianne was moving with me, giving little groans of satisfaction as I took her. She was, I noticed, actively rubbing her breasts against my hands, enjoying that contact as well as the loving I was giving her. 

I drove in repeatedly, doing my best to bring her pleasure while enjoying my own pleasure immensely. She was tight, hot, and wet, eager and responsive, reacting favourably to every thrust I made, and I made a lot of them. I pounded her good and hard, my excitement rising with every stroke, fairly sure that hers was also building nicely.

After a while little sounds of appreciation were bubbling from Dianne, along with pleas for me to go harder and do it. So I did, driving harder, doing it to the best of my ability. Then I was gasping, ready to climax, but not sure if she was. Then my balls said the hell with it, here we come, ready or not, and I let loose.

Dianne jammed a hand into her mouth and let out a muffled shriek, and then she was clutching onto me, shuddering and shaking with the force of her climax. Excellent timing, I thought, patting myself on the back. OK, so maybe it was by chance. I didn't have to tell her that.

I disengaged. Dianne remained leaning over the bench, gasping and shuddering slightly with aftershocks. I politely did up her bra, pulled up her panties and tidied up her dress. Then I waited until she gathered her wits about her.

When she finally seemed to have her act together I raised the question of Princess again.

"You will make sure she doesn't get out, won't you?" I said, and Dianne nodded.

That's when the back door opened and her father stuck his head out.

He nodded to me, raising an eyebrow inquisitively at Dianne.

"Ah, Princess got out and Simon brought her back," Dianne explained. "Um, he says that the Archers have a litter of puppies, descendants of Princess. Could we have a look at them? Maybe get one to replace Princess when she goes. Princess could help me train the new puppy."

"Ah, we'll have to consider that," her father said. "It's not something that should be decided on the spur of the moment." 

He vanished back inside the house, leaving me to thoughtfully consider the closed door.

"You didn't mention that your father was home," I observed.

"And my mother," came the demure reply. "You never asked."

She had a point. I idly wondered if her father had a shotgun. 

"Well, I'm heading home to attend to my wounds," I said. "Even if you don't get a new puppy, take care of Princess. She's too old to dodge traffic if she gets out."

I let myself out the side gate, closing it firmly behind me. I could feel Dianne's eyes on me all the way down the drive, and I just knew she was laughing at me.



Princess



By BrettJ © 2015

Her name was Patricia, but almost no one called her that - save for Grandma, who could get away with it. Nor did she like to be called "Patty" or any of the other variations of her name. A few of her friends from grade school still called her Tricia and she barely tolerated that.

Everyone who knew and loved her and who wouldn't? - to a one, they all called her Princess.

She loved being a Princess, acting like one, being treated like one and most of all, looking like one. Princess went through a tomboy stage, as did most girls. The difference was, hers ended after only a few months when she realized that tomboys did not wear pretty dresses, makeup or high heels. No thanks, not for Princess.

Despite her mother's objections, Princess started turning sexy when she reached the age of 13. She was offered a lucrative deal as a teen model and her mother vehemently voiced her objections. Daddy overruled each and every one of them. "My little girl is a true beauty," Daddy said proudly. "Why shouldn't the entire world get to see that?" He allowed his youngest to sign the deal and entrusted her career to a long-time family friend. Princess liked her Aunt Vanessa very, very much. She herself was a former teen model and knew the world into which her friend's daughter was entering. Jacob "Jake" James would have trusted his friend with his life. He still had the same crush on the cool, leggy brunette that he'd had when they were 14 and juniors in high school. If he could have swayed her after prom, she would be his wife, Princess' mom and he would have lived his very own "happy ever after" existence.

By the time Princess James reached her 16th birthday, she was known for her great beauty and her sexual allure. Even the teachers fell all over themselves trying to do for her. She took it all in stride. Despite her beauty, fame and fortune - there wasn't anyone she knew who had more money than she did - Princess was not a snob. Selective yes, a snob, no. She loved people, after all, she loved being the center of attention and people provided her with attention. Aunt Vanessa had instructed her that she should never be too busy or too proud to give someone a kind word. Those people had helped her climb up the ladder of success. Princess adored her aunt and took those lessons to heart. Her mother and her aunt had reached a truce, but only barely. Princess wanted so very much to like her mom, but she couldn't. Her mom had stood in the way of her success. Her mom was loving and kind to her other children and cold as the girl in "Frozen" to Princess. Princess had enough money to spoil her mother rotten, she suggested shopping trips or lunch dates or vacations - they could have gone anywhere - all entreaties seemed to fall on deaf ears.

She adored her daddy and wanted to be around him all of the time. The handsome football coach looked like a man of 30, not like a man nearing his mid-40's. Strong, broad-shouldered and intense, he was the kind of man the lovely teen aspired to be with. No wimps for Princess, she wanted a man who could take command. She made more money and had more success than any man she knew. Only a strong man would be able to take command in the relationship so she could be free to be spoiled and adored, the way that a Princess should be.

Princess wasn't going to sit around her home and feel sorry for herself that she didn't have a special guy in her life. Nosirree, not this gal! She would dress herself in something sexy - and usually, short - complete with high heels that cost more than many of her friends earned in a month - do her makeup as Vanessa had taught her, pick out some nice lingerie - a girl should always have on something silky or lacy and frilly - and call her friends to go out.

Several of her friends were kids she had known for years, Princess was loyal to a fault. If you loved her, she loved you. There were lots of handsome boys in her crowd and she flirted with them, dated a few, but nothing came of it. They were just boys and she had seen the world. How does a high-school student compare with that? There was also a legion of girlfriends, pretty to a one, not quite as attractive as Princess. All of her girlfriends liked clothes and shoes and she could talk to them. Still, their worlds were equally small. They were nice to look at and be around, Princess did enjoy that. Vanessa - she had dropped the "aunt" last year - was always telling Princess that she should enjoy her time being young and pretty as it didn't last forever. Princess just thought her aunt was being silly - she was stunning and carried herself very well. By now, she also realized the reason for her mom's hostility. Daddy had a thing for Vanessa and her poor mom had been second choice. Despite her mom's treatment of her, Princess felt sorry for her. That couldn't have been an easy situation to deal with.

Now there was another situation looming on the horizon and its name was "sex". Princess was now eighteen and the kind of girl that drew gasps and stares when she entered a room. She had the elegance of a runway model and the wardrobe that made people, men and women alike, sit up and take notice. The offers started coming, not that they hadn't before she had turned eighteen and became legal. Vanessa had been her chaperone and rebuffed those offers on Princess' behalf. No longer.

Still somewhat naïve about sex, Princess was understandably confused.

"You're eighteen now, baby," Vanessa said as she hugged the 5'10" model. In heels, Vanessa was about 5" taller, without them, she was only an inch taller. "I can't protect you forever and I shouldn't. If there is some guy - or gal, these are modern times - you want to fuck, I say go for it. Just be smart and careful, otherwise, enjoy the ride. I sure did!"

Princess smiled and nodded and got ready for her night out. Vanessa's statement had both confused and shocked her. Girls? Really? She knew about lesbians and bi-sexuals, some of the other models had already made passes and she herself had a few bi girlfriends. She hadn't considered sex with a girl as an option for herself, although she was always quick to notice an attractive girl or woman. It had also surprised her when Vanessa used the "F" word. She supposed that Vanessa was now going to treat her as an adult, which made her warm all over.

Out with her friends at a popular dance club, Princess watched them all interact. She was never lonely and had lots of friends, but no one special as yet. She admitted that she wasn't actively looking, but a steady partner would be nice. She had been offered a lot of work for the coming year, so after graduation, Princess would be taking a year off from school. It would be nice to have someone to spend time with and she did have - urges. She'd had those for quite some time and in conversations with her girlfriends, she learned a vital fact. She was a very sexual, very sensual young woman. If Princess had a steady companion / lover, she knew something - she would spend a lot of time fucking. She would act the part of the slut, take pleasure in being thought a whore. Why the hell not? She had the face and the body for it. She now possessed the sexual allure of a magazine model and had been approached by magazines like Playboy to pose for them, now that she was of age.

Vanessa said no - Princess replied by saying that she would think about it. She was flattered by the offer from the infamous magazine and she felt really sexy. It was the very first time that she and Vanessa had disagreed on anything.

An attractive stranger sent Princess a drink, she turned and smiled at the man who had sent it. He was tall, dark and handsome, which appealed to Princess a great deal. Too bad he was only in his mid-20's. Had he been ten years older, she would have joined him at his table, flirted a bit and perhaps allowed herself to slide down that slippery slope. Thank God Princess earned enough money to buy all the sex toys she wanted because she had been so horny for months. She sure as hell wasn't going to wait for marriage to get fucked, which made her giggle. It was the first time she had thought of herself in a sexual situation. She sipped the Singapore Sling and enjoyed the fruity flavor. Technically, she wasn't old enough to drink as yet, although she knew that no one in the bar would say a word. It added to her prestige to have her here. Everyone by now had gotten word that she was here in a sexy little outfit, showing off those famous legs of hers.

Her closest friend came running over to Princess, a host of male admirers following her every move. Candy was so sexy that she could have been a model, it only so happened that she was only 5'2". Still, adorable and super-smart, despite her bubbly blonde persona. "Oh my gawd Princess, have you heard the latest rumor about you?" Candy giggled and took a few sips of Princess' drink.

"No - and do I want to?"

"Hmm - prolly not," the slightly older Candy giggled. Princess noted that her friend was already a few sheets to the wind, but it only made her cuter. "I'm going to tell you anyway, because we're besties!"

Princess rolled her eyes. Candy could be such a ditz, despite her IQ being somewhere around 145. Still, it was the dichotomy of those two personas that made Candy the intriguing little sexpot she was. Princess wasn't without an intellect of her own.

"They're saying, like, that you're a lesbian!" Candy said as she sat down beside Princess, her short skirt riding up. Now that there were two women, they were attracting a lot more attention. Princess soaked up as much as she could. "Like, not that there is anything wrong with liking girls!"

Candy was very "out" with the fact that she swung both ways. She had been enjoying sexual escapades for some time now and delighted in relating them to an interested Princess. A few of them had served as masturbatory fantasies for Princess, as Candy's descriptions were very graphic.

"You know that isn't true, you've spent the night at my house lotsa times," Princess said as she rolled her eyes. "Have I ever made a move on you or indicated I was interested in girls?" Princess knew if she ever found herself liking girls, someone like Candy would top the list.

"No, but a girl can always hope," Candy giggled. Princess knew that Candy thought she was oblivious to her friend's girl-crush on her. She wasn't.

"Candy, you know my daddy intimidates people. He watches me like a hawk and that's also why Vanessa is my chaperone." Princess sighed. "My place is like a fortress. I couldn't sneak a guy or a girl in there without daddy catching me."

"How is your dad?"

"I thought he'd be lonely since mom left, but nuh-uh. He's perfectly happy and he isn't seeing anyone that I know of," Princess said.

"I'd see him in a heartbeat, your dad is gorgeous," Candy smiled. "I bet he's got a big cock - I love big cocks!"

"You really are a fucking nympho!" Princess exclaimed. "This is my dad you're talking about!"

"Wow, since when does the Princess use the `F-word'?" Candy squealed with laughter. "Relax, he's still a guy and if he wanted me, I'd fuck him in a New York minute. Maybe he's screwing one of those cute university cheerleaders - mmm, a cheerleader, how yummy!"

"Yep, total slut!" Princess groaned, although she knew a lot of her girlfriends had a thing for her daddy. She supposed she couldn't really blame them, he had everything a girl could want. She was glad that her mom was moving on, but daddy deserved some happiness.

Princess partied up a storm that night, partly because graduation was a week away, partly because her 19th birthday was in two days and only partly because of her upcoming trip to Paris. She loved it there, it was so sophisticated. Candy would have probably loved it for the sexually-charged atmosphere.

As she had enjoyed several drinks, Princess left her car at the bar and took a taxi home. Her BMW was only a month old, an early birthday present to herself. She had no intention of wrapping it around a telephone pole. The guys at the bar would keep a watchful eye on it in an attempt to curry her favor.

The house was dark when she arrived home, which was no surprise at 2AM. Tomorrow was Saturday, so her daddy could have stayed up and watched a movie, but the den was dark as well. Princess was ready to kick off her Jimmy Choos and call it a night when she heard the noises.

She followed them and began to recognize the whispers, grunts and moans for what they were. She saw the light shining from her daddy's bedroom. Princess should have turned back, but she didn't want to turn back. She wanted to see ...

... and she got an eyeful!

"Oh yeahhh baby, fuck me, fuck me good with your big, wonderful cock!" The woman who was on top of her daddy's supine body groaned. Only it wasn't just any woman - it was Vanessa! "I'd forgotten just how great, how fucking big your cock is!"

Princess had to stifle a gasp as she saw Vanessa sliding up and down on her daddy's cock. Candy had been right on the money, her daddy's cock was massive. It was thick and long, at least 8 inches and maybe more. Vanessa didn't seem to be complaining and she was really giving it to daddy. Princess felt a bit guilty for playing the voyeur but only a bit. This was better than any of those porn films she had borrowed from Candy. This was the real thing and she was on a first-name basis with both of the actors.

Giggling to herself, Princess wondered if perhaps they might like a co-star?

Candy would have died, but watching her daddy fuck Vanessa was a huge turn on. Princess had played it safe - until now. She knew immediately that she wanted to join them, she just didn't know if it was her daddy or Vanessa that she was into. Or was it both? She didn't care about what that might imply, just that it looked hot and she wanted in.

Princess knew one thing very well - it was time. Tonight might not be the night, but it had to be soon! Being constantly horny was frustrating and she sure as hell did not intend to go to Paris as a virgin. She wanted to unleash the inner Princess on those snooty Europeans and teach them a thing or two about fucking - once she learned those lessons herself. She watched Vanessa fucking her daddy and marveled at how beautiful she still was. Perfect body, great legs, great tits and a mouth that ... well, that answered one question for the teen girl. It was both of them she wanted to fuck.

Fuck it, no time like the present! She pushed the door open and entered the room.

The older couple broke apart and stared at Princess. "Wow daddy, you sure as hell know how to fuck," she said as she sauntered over to the bed, her hips swaying as she had been taught. "You were really giving it to her. Hi, Aunt Vanessa," she smiled, thinking this was the first time she had called the woman "aunt" in some years.

"Wow," Vanessa said, not even bothering to cover her nudity. "This is really happening."

"What is really happening?" Jake said, covering himself as best he could under the circumstances. Princess could see that her daddy still had his hard-on despite all of this. "Patricia," her daddy said sternly, using the name she hated and he only used when very angry "You do not belong in here!"

"Yes, she does," Vanessa muttered quietly under her breath.

"Daddy, every sexy, 110 pound inch of me is dying to get in that bed with the two of you and join the party," Princess said. She did not intend to be dissuaded. "It might be different if I was a kid, but I'm almost 19. I decide what to do with my life. You are two sexy, gorgeous, mature older people who can teach me a lot about fucking. So, the only thing to be decided is if you are man enough to go for it and not worry about the societal BS?"

Vanessa was still acting as if she was in a dream. "Oh God, it's as if all of my fantasies are coming true," she moaned softly.

Jake spun around. "Vanessa, for God's sakes, you've fantasized about ...?"

"Sex with Princess? Yes Jake, I have. She's gorgeous and now, she's totally legal. I've seen her naked, I know what her body is like - and I want to feel it against mine. You know I like girls more than guys, it's one of the reasons I didn't marry you. Look at her - she's one of the most gorgeous young things I have ever seen and yes, I want her - and so do you, look at your cock!" Vanessa exclaimed.

It was true, Vanessa saw it and so did Princess. Jake should have been turned off and fading, but he wasn't. His cock was bigger and turgid. He was turned on, the forbidden thoughts were as hot to him as they were to the two women. All that he had to do was give the go and let Vanessa and Princess do all of the work.

"Christ," Jake murmured and shook his head. "I suppose that I can't deny the fact that my daughter is one sexy little bitch."

"I could be your little bitch, daddy," Princess urged. "Yours and Vanessa's, just give the word." She posed herself on her high heels, presenting herself in the best light. Vanessa was already sold and salivating over the prospect. Princess only had to break Jake's resolve.

Jake looked at his daughter. Her outfit was intended to entice, a blind man could have seen that. Her blonde hair fell in golden ringlets almost to her waist. Her long, tanned legs were accentuated by her new shoes and her face, that sex kitten face of hers, was beaming at him.

"I'm out of my fucking mind," Jake shook his head. "Okay, you've got me. If you think you can handle this, feel free to join daddy and Vanessa in bed."

The pretty blonde squealed and went to kick off her heels, then noticed Vanessa shaking her head "no". She picked up on the cue and left them on, only removing her top and tight skirt. She stood proudly before her wonderful daddy in the sexiest lingerie and heels he had ever seen. "Christ," Jake croaked as she moved to the bed.

"You said that already," Princess giggled. She wrapped her slender fist around his cock and it jumped. Vanessa moved in behind her, one hand on the small of her back.

"Let's do him together, okay?" Vanessa purred and leaned in for a soft, sensual kiss, albeit with lots of tongue and heat. "I know that this is your first time giving a blowjob, your daddy is 9 inches of man, so follow my lead and you'll be fine"

Princess nodded and kissed Vanessa again. It was so very wonderful, kissing another girl. The next time she got together with Candy, look out! She appreciated Vanessa's instructions and made sure to take her time. She mimicked Vanessa's moves, going up and down the thick shaft and all around. It was a bit weird to suck her daddy's balls, but if Vanessa could do it, so could Princess.

Vanessa was a bit stunned to see what a fast learner the pretty teen was. Her hands stroked the small of the girl's back as she allowed herself to luxuriate in the reality. Princess was truly the loveliest thing she had ever seen and to possess her, even for a minute, was an incredible feeling. Every so often, their mouths would meet and they would kiss again. These were the moments Vanessa never wanted to end. She looked over at Jake, who had his eyes closed. Was he trying to block out reality or overcome with the intensity of his dual blowjob? Vanessa decided that it had to be the latter.

Princess had never before, at no point in her life, been this happy! She was sucking a cock, she had made out with another girl and there was more on the way. She thought that she might have ruined her sexy little thong because she was so very wet. That didn't matter because the lingerie manufactures practically forced it on her and she could always get more. She moved about the bed as Vanessa instructed and was perched above her daddy. Vanessa nodded and the thrilling moment came as Princess lowered herself to her daddy's tongue. He was going to eat out his sexy little girl.




Princess



Jake began moving his mouth all over the groove of his daughter's tender, pink pussy. Both Princess and Vanessa wondered what thoughts were going through his mind right now. Thoughts of pleasure or thoughts of guilt? Perhaps 1 from Column A and 1 from Column B. It didn't seem to be affecting his ability and Vanessa knew that Princess was getting a wonderful treatment. Not too many men ate pussy with Jake's skill. It was one of the reasons she had come close to marrying him all those years ago and why she had come a'runnin once his wife was no longer in the picture. Vanessa had no desire to be a home-wrecker, but now that Jake was free and single, all bets were off.

She watched with a mixture of perverse desire and fascination as beautiful Princess got tongue-fucked by her daddy. Jake seemed to be giving over to his lusts and Princess was fluid grace in motion. In her heart of hearts, Vanessa had believed for some time that Jake and his youngest child belonged together. She thought his wife had sensed it too. Watching them, her beliefs were confirmed. They looked blissfully happy and Vanessa was just thrilled that she could be a part of it. Her hands were now playing with Princess' delicate peaches, loving the weight of the girl's tits in her soft hands. From her soft and gentle coos, Princess loved it also.

Princess moved away from her daddy and presented on all fours. She waggled her bottom at Vanessa. "Eat me," she commanded Vanessa. "You said you thought about this for a long time, so do it! Eat my fucking pussy!"

Vanessa did so with pleasure and Princess turned back to her daddy. With a few delicate movements, she removed all of her lingerie and was now naked, save for expensive heels. "Like the view, lover?" She said to Jake, not calling him "daddy" this one time.

"You are goddamned spectacular!" Jake grunted as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. He saw Vanessa eating his daughter's pussy while a huge grin crossed her gorgeous face. The years had been great to her. Jake knew that he should feel pangs of guilt, some kind of remorse, a hint of regret - none of that emerged. His feelings could be summed up with one simple word - hot!

"You want to get fucked now, don't you baby?" Vanessa said as she emerged from Princess' sopping wet pussy. "You want to get your hot little cunt stuffed full of cock?"

"More than anything, I want to feel daddy inside of me, pounding me with his huge daddy-dick," Princess moaned as she got into the spirit of the dirty talk. "You hear me, daddy? I want you to bang the shit out of your little girl!"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, just fuck me like you mean it," Princess said to him as she moved on top of his mammoth cock. She didn't actually have a hymen for him to break, instructions from Candy and a wonderful new dildo had made sure of that. Daddy didn't have to worry, his only concern should be the two hot bitches in the room. Princess hadn't forgotten Vanessa, her other lover was being licked rather nicely. Facing each other, the two women kissed repeatedly, which distracted Princess ever-so slightly from the feeling of the huge cock that was spreading her pussy open wide. Instincts kicked in and she began to rise and fall on daddy's marvelous cock, feeling hot and aroused as she finally got fucked. It was all so good, so very, very good ...

"How is it, baby?" Vanessa asked, although she already knew the answer. "How is it, fucking your daddy's cock?"

"I'm crazy for it, I'm loving being daddy's whore, I'm crazy for cock!" The girl half-shouted, half-laughed.

"Pussy too baby, I'll make sure of that!" Vanessa groaned as she thrust her tongue deep inside of Princess' mouth. She had never limited her own options and didn't want that for her favorite girl. A lot of excitement lay ahead for Princess now that she had allowed herself to walk through that door. Her lover's cock was red and engorged as it fucked his daughter. When her time came, Vanessa was going to let herself loose on Princess and submit to all the lewd desires she had been holding in for the past year. Sixty-nine, reverse cowgirl, spoons, scissors, massages, exotic oils and lots more - there was so much the three of them could do and they didn't have to do it all in one night. Princess had a lot to learn and plenty of time to study.



Princess



The girl looked over at the sky. It was going to rain. She almost considered calling off the whole thing, picking up her cell phone and telling her boy friend that this wasn’t going to work out, that this was something that she hadn’t wanted to do after all.

He’d understand, he always did. He was so good, so caring about things like these, and he had been so happy when she had made the offer for him to come around and that she would give him the best night of his life. 

She hadn’t wanted to go to his place, nor him to come to hers. In both cases, the parents were going to be a huge factor with what they were about to do. So she had decided on the small underpass in the wooded area that was no longer used. The train had been disassembled some time ago, and the surrounding forest had slowly encroached on everything until all that one was able to see was a dark, lush forest.

She swung off her satchel, and waited, sitting on the ground for her beau to arrive. She waited patiently, knowing that at any moment, the two of them would be able to come and be together.

Any moment…

Any moment…

Time passed slowly, but as it was nearing dark, She was positive that he’d been stood up. Sadly she picked up her satchel and made ready to leave, trying to think of a plausible lie that would easily fool her parents, when suddenly she heard a voice behind her.

“Where do you think that you are going?”

She looked suddenly, and there with a smile on his face, was Rick.

“Oh Rick…” She gasped. “I was positive that you’d forgotten all about me.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that, got a tad caught yup in my work and didn’t realize the time until I just looked up.”

“Oh.” She said simply, not really sure what else to say. “Is there anything in that bag for me?” She pointed over to the backpack that he was carrying.

Rick looked over too, pretending not to really see what it was that he was holding at all, but instead finding that something had latched onto his arm as a complete surprise. “What, oh this?”

He smiled and slid the bag down off of his arm. “Lets have a look shall we?” He rummaged through the bag for a few moments and pulled out a plaid tablecloth. “Oh there’s just this, as well as these.” He went down again and came up with two white candlesticks with candles already in them, as well as a bottle of San Pellagra. “I didn’t know that you might like it, but I figured that we might give it a try.”

“Sure.” She took the glass that he offered. There was light dripping sound as the glass was filled with the reddest wine that she had ever seen. 

“Here, have a sip. See what you think.”

She put the glass to her lips and tasted the brew, and it was one of the most amazing that she’d ever tasted. “Oh my god!”

“That’s not all.” Rick came over close to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. “This is for you too.”

She couldn’t help but gasp as she felt his lips press lightly on hers, they felt so good, and She wanted more.

“Enjoy the wine, there are a few other things that I have in mind for later, but those can wait if you wish.

He brought out some food from the never-ending bag, and set it out in front of her. “Sup my princess. See if this is to your liking.” He brought out a plate of toast and some mild Brie.

The cheese felt so good against her lips that she couldn’t help but sigh as she tasted it and went onto her back, lying down against the grass. 

“This is for you, all for you.”

She wanted to kiss him, to repay him for all of the time that this must have taken. “What can I do for you, my prince?”

Rick looked at her shocked. “I asked for no repayment, only the pleasure of your company, and nothing more.”

“Ah, so is that it, than I shall have to do something to loosen those high strung morals of yours. She placed her hands on the buttons of her shirt and slowly began to unbutton them, dropping down inch by inch to reveal creamy white skin. “Soon I shall be ready to give myself to you, I know that’s what you want.”

Rick sadly shook his head. “No, yes. All that I want for now is for you to enjoy yourself and nothing more. Maybe, perhaps later, we might like to enjoy the pleasures of the flash, but for now I must return home.”

He placed a kiss on her lips.

“No please Rick you can’t leave me in such horrible longing.”

“Well then my princess, make ready.”

She carefully pulled down her jeans.

Rick studied her for a moment before slowly wetting a finger and sliding it into her opening, finding her little nubbin, he carefully coaxed her to arousal, and she screamed out his name as she came. He looked down on her, waiting until she was down off her orgasmic cloud before he finished.

“Don’t worry my princess there will be other times, I promise you that.” Rick quickly picked up the food, and other things, leaving her in the woods to find her way home. 

She knew her way, but wondered what he had meant when he said there would be other times.



Princess



Sofia Stefani was nervous. This was, after all, her very first interview for the Dixie Times. Her editor, Steve Lupine, was a grizzled old newspaperman who believed that new reporters learned from adversity. That's why she ended up having the 'honor' of interviewing Lt. Colonel Anne Kalloni, USMC, retired.

Even by the demanding standards of the United States Marine Corps, Anne Kalloni was considered "Hard-Corps". As one of the senior ranking women officers in the Corps, she had finally retired after thirty years of experiences - these experiences where what Sofia was to capture and write about.

Sofia was also nervous because she was running five minutes late for her appointment. Just as she pushed the doorbell, a clear soprano voice asked from behind her, "Exactly what part of 'be on time' do you find so fucking confusing, Missy?"

Sofia almost fainted from fright. She quickly turned and was surprised by what she saw. There stood an attractive older woman, dressed in shorts and a halter-top, with her hands planted firmly on her hips. What surprised Sofia wasn't so much that the woman was obviously in excellent shape, was confident and extremely self-assured or that she had managed to catch Sofia completely unaware: it was that Sofia, who was not tall herself, could look directly into the woman's eyes; she wasn't even really short — she was petite.

Apparently, used to this reaction, Anne cocked one eyebrow and said, "What's the matter Darlin'? Expecting some Ol' butch chick with big ass biceps? Well, come along 'Princess' Get your ass in gear, and bring it inside the house. It's fucking hot out here!" Then, without a backward glance, Anne went into the house, leaving Sofia in her wake.

How can a woman who is no bigger than I am make me feel so intimidated? mused Sofia as she quickly followed Anne into the house. God, what a bitch! Sofia finally caught up to Anne. Before she could say anything herself, Anne said, "Listen Princess; let's get something straight between us. The ONLY reason you're here is because Steve Lupine was one of the finest Navy Corpsmen with whom I ever had the pleasure to serve. So sit down, shut your suck and start writing — you might actually learn something!"

Sofia knew that she had a strong submissive streak as part her nature; many of her past male relationships had taken advantage of her because of it. That is why she was so surprised at her own response. "You, Lt. Colonel Anne Kalloni are an obnoxious, arrogant, rude bitch. If you speak to me like that again I will walk right out of here ... interview or no interview!" Sofia blurted out, as she stood with her shapely legs spread, hands on hips and a very bright shade of red coloring her face.

Sofia realizing what she had just said only moments after the words had left her mouth. She also realized that Lt. Colonel Kalloni was going to throw her and her career out the door.

"Well, well, well! Girl's got some moxie when she's pissed," laughed Anne. "Okay, Princess, sit down and let's get to know one another. I'm Anne, who the fuck are you?"

Out of this inauspicious beginning a friendship was born. As the afternoon became evening, Sofia realized that she had told Anne as much about herself as Anne had shared with her. Anne now knew how badly Sofia needed this job to support herself; she knew all about her past failed relationships with men; she even knew about the couple of female relationships that Sofia had been in.

For her part, Sofia now greatly admired this strong confident woman. She had learned about all of the prejudices that a woman faced in a "male' oriented fighting force; Anne's difficulty in managing any type of relationship due to her extensive responsibilities and travel commitments, and most importantly Sofia knew that her submissive side was being strongly attracted to Anne's dominant nature.

Just as the sun set, Anne finally called a halt to what wasn't so much an interview any longer, but had become a chat between girlfriends.

"Get your ass in the kitchen where it belongs, Princess," barked Anne as she stood up. "You're making the salad and I'm going to burn the steaks, deal?" "Deal" said Sofia, secretly pleased to be allowed to stay and enjoy Anne's company even longer.

After a pleasant dinner, the two new friends adjourned to a double chaise lounge out by the pool, accompanied by a bottle of wine. They chatted; they joked; they drank wine; they nudged each other playfully and at some point, they passed the line beyond friendship.

After an hour or so, Anne jumped up and said", Get your ass up, Princess. We're going for a swim!" When Sofia attempted to beg off, due to the lack of a swimming suit, Anne told her, "It wasn't a question Princess! We don't need swim suits any fucking way — now get your ass undressed or I'll do it for you!", as she slid her own shorts off her hips and onto the floor. As Sofia stood and began to remove her clothes, she felt Anne's increased degree of dominance excite her.

Anne quickly and efficiently finished undressing and dove into the pool. She swiftly surfaced and watched Sofia finish disrobing. Mmmmm, you may not know it yet 'Princess', but you belong to me now' thought Anne as she watched intently ... admiring Sofia's firm pert breasts crowned by delectable pink nipples that were just waiting to be sucked. Anne's eyes moved lower and she relished Sofia's smooth luscious stomach and slightly flared hips. Then, finally, Anne allowed herself to appreciate the lovely downy hair covering Sofia's deliciously pouting pussy and its labia just waiting to be eaten like a slice of fresh melon. Oh, yeah, Princess ... you are oh, so mine now! reflected Anne, as she went to the steps to meet Sofia.

Sofia got her first real look at Anne's body as she slowly walked down the steps into the pool. It was the body of a mature woman. It was a body of a woman who took care of herself. Her breasts were still firm and slightly upturned, her slightly rounded stomach complemented the wider flare of her hips and her mons was cleanly shaven.

Sofia hurriedly rushed the rest of the way into the water so that Anne wouldn't see her rapidly hardening nipples or notice how wet she had suddenly become. She couldn't help but notice that Anne's nipples had hardened when she had started to enter the pool and the look in Anne's eyes was almost predatory. This made Sofia's stomach tumble in anticipation as she thought of what it would be like to be controlled and possessed by this woman.

As they swam, Anne always kept close to Sofia, constantly touching her, holding her hand and stroking her back and shoulders. When they had swum for several minutes, Anne got out of the pool and disappeared into the house. She returned shortly with three huge fluffy towels, which she set on the chaise lounge. She quickly dried herself as Sofia exited the pool.

Sofia accepted one of the soft towels. She was contently drying herself when she felt Anne's hands first touch, then fasten something around her neck. Sofia felt a huge surge of excitement as her own hand identified what Anne had just fasten on her. It was a collar ... "Oh my God, Anne just put a collar on me..."

Sofia turned and looked at Anne. Yes, Anne's eyes still held that same predatory look as before, but now they also had the added spice of lust. Sofia's fingers traced the outline of the collar and she felt her body becoming more and more aroused. She desperately wanted to give herself to Anne and obey her every whim. As her desire to submit hit a fever peak, Sofia softly asked, "A collar, Anne? What ... am I your pet now?... Are you telling me that I belong to you?"

Anne said nothing, but bent and retrieved a black leash from where it had been secreted under the third towel. Holding the clip end up for Sofia to see, Anne said, "That is a decision that you yourself needs to make, Princess. As it stands right now, you can call that collar a big joke and we can head our different ways ... or ... you can clip this leash to your collar and become mine."

Sofia looked passionately at the leash's clip as her body shuddered. She knew that accepting it would end her life, as she knew it, but even the fear that this thought generated increased Sofia's arousal. Without any further hesitation, Sofia clipped the leash to her collar making the irrevocable commitment.

Without further ado, Anne led the naked Sofia into the house and into her bedroom. She had Sofia stand motionless by the side of the bed as she caressed one of her breasts, gently tweaking her nipple with her thumb. "You belong to me now, Princess ... body, mind and soul ... you will do exactly what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it and how I tell you to do it, — do you understand?"

Sofia softly whispered "Yes." Anne moved her hand slightly, took Sofia's nipple firmly between her thumb and knuckle, and gave it a painful squeeze. "You mean 'yes, Ma'am,' don't you?" Anne murmured in her ear. As soon as Sofia managed to say "Yes, Ma'am" the pressure disappeared.

"Now this is what we are going to do, Princess. You are going to lie down on my bed and you will not move, no matter what I do to you — do you understand?" Sofia quickly answered "Yes, Ma'am" as she got on the bed and lay as motionless as possible.

From the bookcase behind her, Anne extracted a large ostrich plume. She then began to 'torture' Sofia by running the plume over every inch of her body, paying VERY special attention to her breasts and clit. Anne kept stroking the feather up and down Sofia's body until she lay there thrashing and moaning. Sofia finally heard herself begging Anne to let her come. Anne told her that she would only be allowed to come when Anne herself did. 

Anne climbed on the bed, straddled Sofia's panting body, and lowered her pussy down to Sofia's waiting mouth. Sofia rapidly began to lick and suck Anne's lips and large protruding clit. Using her tongue, she licked deep into Anne's pussy lapping up every possible drop of her juices. At the same time, Anne went to work on Sofia's beautiful, wet, little pussy. She also kept stimulating Sofia's thighs and stomach with the ostrich plume. In what felt like mere seconds, both Anne and Sofia had amazingly powerful and simultaneous orgasms.

Moving around, Anne lay next to her new lover as Sofia attended to her every desire. Using her hands, lips, and tongue, Sofia caused Anne to have one shattering orgasm after another.

After finally catching enough breath to speak, Anne said "Mmmmm, you've been a good little slave girl, Princess. I think you've earned a reward."

Anne positioned Sofia on her hands and knees with Sofia's head resting on the big satin pillow and her creamy white ass glowing in the moon light. 

Sliding first two, than three and finally her entire cupped hand into Sofia's soaking wet pussy, Anne sawed in and out, as she licked and sucked the stretched little rosebud of her clit. As her orgasm overcame her, Sofia screamed Anne's name and fainted. 

She woke later, gently cradled in Anne's arms. She softly smiled, knowing that she was where she belonged.



Princess



The three ladies-in-waiting worked quickly and silently, though none too gently. One carefully plaited Valaria's dark hair into tiny braids and heaped them on top of her head. The other two maids attended her fingers and toes, buffing, trimming, and painting her nails. 

"Bring me the perfumed oil, I'll apply it myself." she said shortly. The maids ceded without a word. It was an oil made from the flowers of Lover's Bliss, so the note from her husband had claimed. Valaria applied it thickly on her arms, neck, breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her maids colored and looked away she covered her fingers in the oil, and rubbed it on her nethers and inside.

Valaria stared expressionlessly into the mirror before her. Many women in her situation would be nervous, perhaps giddy...but she found it difficult to feel anything at all. Tonight she would be taken to her husband's bed for the first time, after having married him over a month ago. She had seen him only twice since, which was twice too much. Her movements in his home were closely watched, she was well aware she was more prisoner than bride and always would be. Even so, she had managed to make her plans and find what she needed to carry them out. After tonight, she would be free, her enemy would be dead, and her family avenged. Valaria closed her eyes on this cold and careless room...

Memory carried her back to the warm airy halls of her father's palace. She and the usual troublemakers were sneaking through the halls well after bedtime- Aren, three years her senior and inventor of many grand adventures; Jaliane, barely a year older, stoic, strong and gentle; Covres, nearly her age and wild as a capuchin; Genne and Gevrais, the twins who were so clever at getting into things and places the others could not. Their father was hosting such a grand affair the entire palace had been buzzing with talk of it for weeks. There was no way the group of them could just sleep upstairs with the other young ones, and not even have just one look at the splendor.

Down the stairs they crept, careful not to be seen over the top of the banister. It would not have mattered, the children quickly discovered, as the great hall was so filled with glamor and light and richly costumed men and women that six children in night clothes would hardly be noticed at all.

The people clustered together in small boisterously chattering and brightly glittering groups, or else spun in bejeweled pairs around the ballroom floor. As the children reached the bottom of the stairs, they dispersed, each following a different distraction. Valaria walked barefoot on the cool marble tiled floor, following a woman in a glittering golden gown and a masque with dainty stag's antlers. The woman carefully made her way to a tight knot of people at the back of the hall, calling out cheery greetings to those she passed. No one noticed her wide eyed shadow.

The knot opened to admit the new arrival, and Valaria moved closer to hear the suddenly hushed conversation. "Eviena, so glad you could join us. What do you think of His Majesty's fete?" Asked a gentleman in a blue coat who was being supported by a man in silver who seemed to need the help more than he did.

"Sparkling, Darling, simply sparkling." Replied the antlered woman, Eviena.

"A fine thing, let's all just get dressed up and pretend we're not living under the threat of invasion..." a dour woman in white grumbled.

"Don't be so dreary, Shayelle...Venterak is always making threats. They'd never dream of actually attacking..."

Suddenly Valaria found herself lifted into the air, and a stern voice made her shrink inside: "Aria, what are you doing out of bed?" Her father said loud enough to get the attention of the antlered woman and several others nearby. 

"Father...I..." she stammered, but was not given a chance to plead or explain. The King whisked her away and lectured her all the way to the nursery.

None of the others were caught, having made good their escape while Aria provided the distraction.

The maids urged her to stand without a word, and stiffly Valaria obliged them. The three of them towered over her. Blonde ethereal girls with watery blue eyes that gave every evidence of stupidity. Just the way Venteraki men liked their women. They were not beautiful to her eyes, none of these strange pale folk were...not anymore. Valaria felt as small as a child, and could never hope to hide her dark coffee skin and dark hair from their stares and snickers. Every one of these people was as nasty and hateful as their King...she wondered how they could bear to live in a world with no pleasure or joy.

They produced a diaphanous white gown Valaria hoped she would not be required to sleep in, it rested low on her shoulders revealing every bit of bosom; the bodice they set to lacing up tight enough she had to catch her breath. It fell from the hips loosely in many translucent layers, so altogether, had she been as pale as these women, perhaps one would not be able to see straight through the thing.

Aren had been allowed to accompany their father to greet the Emissary from Venterak, because he was a boy and thirteen years old. He came back to the others with stories of the pale giant in unusual and austere black, his chilly and threatening demeanor.

"Why did you get to go, and not Jaliane or me?" Valaria objected when Aren finished his tale. She stood with hands on hips, glaring at her brother with undisguised envy. Jaliane shifted uncomfortably; she was a shy girl and disliked being dragged into disputes between her siblings, but that never fazed Valaria.

Aren blinked; surprised his sister still didn't get it. "Because you're a kid and just a girl anyway." He answered matter-of-factly. Their father had said the same, though his words were gentler...either way, Valaria would not accept it.

"That's not fair, I understand as much as you." She stepped up to her brother, glaring into his eyes. 

Aren frowned and shoved her backwards. "Give it up Aria, Father said you couldn't go." Valaria growled under her breath, jumping to her feet and launching herself at Aren. The older boy just moved out of the way.

The other four children sat up, ready to see a fight, but Valaria didn't oblige them. Instead she grabbed Jaliane by the hand and stomped out of the room. The others sat in silence for a few moments, and then Genne piped in softly, "So, what about the other Venteraki? I heard there were four..."

"Where are we going?" Jaliane whispered, trying to maintain some dignity while her younger sister dragged her down a side corridor.

"I want to see the Venteraki emissary myself." Valaria hissed. "I'll show them I know how to get on with foreigners." Jaliane tried to object, but it was useless.

The two of them used the inner passages to get to the visitor's suite, but found the rooms to be empty. Cautiously Valaria slid open the door and crept out into the main room. There was no sign of the strangers.

Jaliane watched from the passage as her sister explored the room, afraid to stay and be caught, and afraid to leave Valaria to the mercy of the pale giants. Then Valaria opened the balcony door and went through. Jaliane decided not to follow.

Beside the rather small balcony was a path to a tiny private garden. Valaria skipped down to the garden below, and froze on the bottom step. In the center of the garden was a small tree in a golden pot, and it was unlike any she had seen before. It had spindly twin trunks so dark they were nearly black, the bark looked smooth, the leaves were large and dark green, somewhat heart-shaped. What truly had her entranced, however, were the flowers, nearly as large as her head and the color of blood, hundreds of fine petals surrounding a deep purple core. It was lovely and strange, and slowly, Valaria reached out her fingers to touch it.

"Who are you, little girl?" a man said suddenly in harsh tones, words clipped at the end. Aria wheeled and found herself face-to-chest with him. She backed up and stared wide-eyed at the young man, broad-shouldered with pale yellow hair and sharp blue eyes, and skin fair as snow. He was strange, frightening, and beautiful. Her breath caught in her throat. "What are you doing here?" he asked after she had only stared, growing impatient. Valaria realized he was barely a man, like her brother, but much taller- he had only the barest shadow of facial hair.

She took a deep breath, and curtseyed deeply. "I am Princess Valaria te'Arike, it is a pleasure to meet you, Lord...?" She smiled at him winsomely.

He smiled in turn, and by the gods his smile was charming, and mischievous. "Ah, Your Highness. I am," he paused and considered, clearly new to the language. "I am Lord Dalleris, Mayor of Eyriek."

"Mayor, really, at your age?" Aria was awed.

"Well, yes, I inherited the title from my father, like you did yours, Princess. So, you like our little Lover's Bliss?" He smiled again.

"I beg your pardon?" Aria blinked. Lord Dalleris laughed, and Aria could not help but smile, though she didn't share his jest.

"The tree, Your Highness. It's called Lover's Bliss, and it is exceptionally rare. In it's native land of Beraberos, far south even of Arike, it grows only in the mountains, and is cherished for its potent magic." He took Aria's hand in his casually, and lead her nearer to the tree. Aria marveled at his strong but soft hand, at the pleasant, musky scent of him, like no one she'd smelled before. She was amused Aren had found the Venteraki so threatening, for Lord Dalleris was nothing of the sort.

The tree had a tangy scent, like orange and pomegranate mingled with sunshine, eucalyptus, and other things she could not name. Aria saw that the leaves were veined in purple, and every possible shade of red was compassed in the petals of the flowers. "Have you been to Beraberos, Lord Dalleris?" She looked up into his keen blue eyes.

"Yes, I've been to many places, but this tree was brought from the King's own gardens as a gift to your father." He smiled and answered her question before she could ask it. "We brought seeds home, a live tree would not make a journey as long as that one, five weeks by sea."

Aria looked back to the tree, and at Lord Dalleris' urging, she stroked the waxy leaf, the velvety petals of the flower. "This tree is magical?" she asked, doubtfully.

"So the natives say. Every part of it has a potent effect when made into potion or poultice. The bark relieves pain, the roots bind wounds without scars. The leaves brew a tea that induces visions, the flowers heighten passion in man or woman...and the fruit...the fruit kills."

She had wanted to ask him more about his travels, but Jaliane was there then, at the top of the stairs pleading with her to come back. She took her leave, trilling when Lord Dalleris kissed her hand in farewell.

Valaria was torn from her reverie, staggering with sudden light-headedness. She caught hold of the back of the chair, noticing bitterly that none of the maids moved to help her.

She steadied herself and nodded for the maids to continue. They wrapped her in a thick white bear-fur robe, carefully arranged her cascade of braids over it. Then they had her raise one foot, then the other, to slip on a dainty satin shoe and lace it up her leg to the knee, then again for the other foot. Valaria held onto the chair, not caring if the maids noticed her unsteadiness. They'd attribute it to her 'racial inferiority', if they thought of it at all, stupid girls that they were.

The maids began to apply glamor to her face, and Valaria closed her eyes, wondering just how horrible they would have her looking when the job was done. 

The invasion started when Valaria was seventeen, and was over in little more than a year. The Venteraki King was overthrown by his own son, Prince Gavain. It was then that Valaria learned with what disdain the Venteraki held the Arikean people; the new King wasted no time sending his army into the fertile plains of northern Arike. It's true that by then an invasion had been rumored for more than a decade, but her father had made great effort to find a diplomatic solution to the problem. All of that turned out to be for naught when the new king came to power. Since having been brought to Eyriek, Valaria had learned that King Gavain was a more popular ruler than his line had been in generations, because his actions were perceived as strong.

She had awakened cold and hot and unable to breathe. Choking, she wondered why it was so bright in the dead of night. The air smelled horrible, and her eyes burned. "Princess!" someone was shouting over and over.

That's when Valaria realized something was burning very, very close. She leapt out of her bed, shocked that her floor was still cool to the touch despite the smoke coming in at the windows and the flickering of flames outside. "I'm here!" she cried out, her voice more shrill with terror than she would have liked.

It turned out to be Yves, the brawny palace guard who had frequented the princesses' adolescent fantasies, who called for her. When Valaria came into view of him, he snatched her up without another word and carried her from the palace over one shoulder. She was too befuddled to consider the indignity of it. Before she could assess the horror of the situation, he had practically tossed her into a small carriage with several of her siblings and her father's wives.

Valaria clung to two of her youngest sisters, Laye and Beshania, and the three wailed enough to drown out the rest of the carriage.

They rode for hours, and eventually cries dissolved to whimpers, and in some cases, to snores. Valaria was awake the whole time, eventually she let go her sisters and moved closer to the window.

They reached the high mountain fortress of her ancestors, Chauyelles te'Jallion, shortly after dawn. Arike had not been a warlike nation for many generations, having made peace with most of their neighbors through numerous marriages and contracts. Even so, the royal family had kept this relic of a violent past in reserve, a home away from home in time of strife. Here they could hide in safety while the King defended the land and people.

It wasn't until the next day they were able to discover just how many of the royal family, staff, and servants were lost in the surprise attack on the capital city of Orpheres.

It was entirely too dark. Her eyes looked sunken, her cheeks and lips were heavy with reddish paint. If she cared, Valaria would make them do it all again, but she didn't care if the King liked the way she looked, as long as he was interested enough to do his duty. The thought that he might gag at the taste of this pasty substance on her lips was the only thing that could make Valaria stomach the idea of letting him kiss her.

"Your...Highness, it's time." The tallest girl said. Valaria nodded, choosing to ignore the snide tone. Soon none of it would matter anyway. The three of them set towards the door, and after a moment to steady herself, Valaria followed.

The halls of the Venteraki castle were narrow and austere, with narrow, high windows that let in little air and light. There were tapestries on the walls, but bland and faded things, intended not to cheer the atmosphere so much as keep out the cold. As if anything could warm this dreary place.

Perhaps she should have watched where the girls lead, to learn the route from her chambers to her husband's, but instead Valaria let her thoughts wander once more.

King Gavain of Venterak was tall, broad-shouldered and strong of build with pale yellow hair and trim beard, blue eyes sharp as knives, features as fair and hard as chiseled marble. Valaria recognized him at once, Lord Dalleris he had named himself. He had lied. 

She stood before him with all of her remaining like-aged sisters, trying hard not to let her fear show. He paced down the line, glancing over each, but stopped before her. "Blue eyes. I remember you, Princess Valaria." He muttered, eyeing her like a buyer looks over a horse at market. Valaria lifted her chin and clinched her fists, but he turned from her to address his troops. "This is the one...throw these others in with the rest."

Valaria gasped and Jaliane shrieked as the soldiers roughly pulled them apart. One pulled Valaria after the King; Jaliane was herded out with the rest of their sisters back to the dungeons. "Let me go! Let my sisters go! You monster!" Valaria screamed and spat at her captors. The soldiers and the King ignored her.

Valaria was held captive in her own room for a week, and she learned early that escape was not possible, but the attempt was very painful. She had no news of the conquest, of her family, or her captors during that time, but at the end of a week Venteraki women were sent in to dress her in her plainest gown, and throw her possessions into trunks. They marched her out to the courtyard, dragged her trunks to the carriage house.

She saw her family for the last time in that courtyard, as one by one they fell to the executioner's axe, while she was held by two soldiers to prevent her leaping to their rescue. As if she could have done anything. After the grisly deed was done, Valaria was thrown into a carriage, her hands and feet secured so she sat spread-eagled on the back facing seat.

After a few moments, her family's murderer joined her. She tried to leap at him, but her bonds held. He ignored her. Eventually she fell into quiet sobs, and then silence.

"What do you want with me?" she asked at last, her resolve worn down by dread and curiosity.

"You're to be my wife, to legitimize my rule of your land," he answered in clipped words. He did not bother to look up from the papers in his lap.

Valaria was stunned silent a moment, then spat at him angrily, "Never!"

The King looked up at her, his face that of a glacier. "You have no choice, Princess."

"I'll die first. I'll kill you." she growled. 

"You'll learn to love me, little Aria. You'll have no choice in that, either. "

"Never!"

He laughed and produced a small stoppered phial with red liquid within. "Oil of Lover's Bliss," he said simply, unstoppered the phial and rubbed the thick liquid on his hands, his lips. He came to sit beside her, and she began to fight her bonds, desperate to escape, to kill him, anything.

Then he kissed her neck, and fire coursed her veins, igniting an instant lust. She closed her eyes as he kissed her throat, shoulders, and chest. He unlaced her dress enough to pull it down, exposing her pert breasts and hardened, chocolate nipples. He took one into his mouth, sucking gently, holding her nipple in his teeth as he teased it with his tongue. She cried and moaned, on fire with need and hating him for making her feel this way. When his attentions had her mad with desire, he slipped his hand up her skirt, caressing her thigh, then parting her nether lips, seeking her pleasure button, stroking it mercilessly. He moved to kiss her, and she welcomed him, tears streaming down her face. She kissed him deeply and fiercely, lust and hate entwined.

He left her then, unfulfilled. He smirked at her as he returned to his paperwork, ignoring her tears of despair and frustration.

Valaria was let into her husband's chambers and left alone. She knew enough of Venteraki ways by now to know the rooms must be secure, guarded, and watched. Her plan wouldn't require her to do anything but what they wanted her to, anyway.

His sitting room was just what she expected, austere, stiff backed chairs, bland tapestries, only one window, small by Arikean standards but largest she had seen in the castle, dark gray rug of wolf's hide on the floor. She strode to the window and looked down on the gardens, seeing the greenhouse where the Lover's Bliss was grown. Herlos, the Beraberosian gardener-slave, was a cheery man, the only one such she had seen here. He had been hesitant to give her the three hard red fruits, but in the end sympathy won out, and he even showed her how to extract the juice without waste or getting it on her skin. She hoped he would be long gone before morning, when her deeds were discovered.




Princess



The bedchamber was a surprise. The chairs were stiff backed and the windows small, but the floor rug thicker, the fireplace ornate, the bed itself dominated the room and was hidden by thick black curtains. Valaria delayed the inevitable a few moments by pacing around the room examining his things, arms plain and ornate, all well-kept, a wardrobe filled with clothes of blue, black, some white, crimson...there must be more elsewhere. A mirrored bureau covered in phials of half used potions, tinctures, and unguents. She knew he had a fascination with herbal alchemy, of course, but was unaware it extended beyond his accursed tree.

She stepped up to the bed and pulled aside the curtains. It was covered in thick black and white fur blankets, dozens of satin covered black and white pillows. Unusual, and surely he hadn't had extra thrown on for her benefit.

She slipped out of her fur robe and climbed into the middle. She arranged herself carefully and pulled several furs on. He wasn't here. A chill ran through her. What if he didn't come in time? Growing excited would only ensure he wouldn't make it. Valaria closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

"You seem well settled." The King's voice startled her awake. She had not realized she was asleep, and was dismayed she had not heard him come in. She refused to let him see her surprise, however. Instead she eyed him passively and stayed still.

He stared at her as he unfastened his heavy black cloak and let it fall, and unbound his long hair. He sat down with his back to her, removed his black doublet and white undershirt. She noticed his fair skin bore a warrior's due of scars. He likely would tell her the story of each one if she showed the slightest interest, Venteraki women were impressed by such things, and the men loved to boast about them. Suddenly she realized he was speaking. "This has been a long time coming, my Queen. I asked your father for your hand, you know, before I took the throne. Had he only said yes, this may have gone differently."

Valaria blinked the fog from her head and raised herself up on her elbows. "What...what did you say?"

He turned and looked at her, his sharp blue eyes shining with desire, then set to removing his boots. "I knew I must have you, from the moment I saw you on the garden stair. And I knew I must do whatever it would take to have you. In the end, it took quite a lot, but at least my people can believe it was done for their benefit, not to sate my need."

Valaria was so stunned by this she could say nothing, just stare at his warrior's back as he undid his trousers.

"You asked my father...and he said no?" She found her mind returning to that thought. This could all have been circumvented by a marriage alliance? She refused to believe her father would allow it.

"Yes. Apparently he felt the Mayor of Eyriek was not worthy of his favorite daughter." He sneered.

"But, you were Prince. Heir to the throne." She sat up, refusing to let the potion-induced lust that seeing him nude was beginning to inspire side track her mind.

"I was my father's favorite bastard, his eldest son, but not due to inherit unless my young brother met an unfortunate end." Everything was clear, then, or clear enough. He'd murdered two families, set his people to war, to have her. He was mad. Valaria lay back down, closing her eyes.

He slid over to her, kissing her fiercely, she drew her arms around him, kissing with abandon. He pulled back and cursed her maids for caking her with glamor, and she laughed. He made a sound like a growl and bit her neck, making her gasp. She raked his back as he tore at the lacings of her delicate gown. When she lay exposed, he seized her legs, setting one against each of his shoulders. He gripped her slight hips and thrust hard into her, piercing deeply. Valaria cried out in mingled pleasure and loathing, writhing to escape even as she arched to him, squeezing his penis within her. He moaned loudly and thrust into her hard, over and over, hard and fast, until she sobbed with the pleasure and the pain, begging him to stop.

He laughed breathlessly, fucked her harder and leaned over her until she felt nearly folded in half. "Say my name, and maybe I'll give you release," he panted. Valaria whimpered, bit her lip and looked away. 

He laughed and pulled out of her. She sobbed with aching loss and relief, then he grabbed her hair, hauled her up so her face was level with his penis. He pushed against her lips, with a whimper she yielded, taking him into her mouth. She hesitantly began working her tongue, lips and throat against him, but with a growl he tangled his fists in her hair and began thrusting into her mouth. She submitted with little struggle, and tried not to let him see her gagging. Before long she let out a low moan, and with a deep shudder, he released his seed deep in her throat. He let her go then, tumbled onto the bed and watched her wipe her eyes and face.

The worst was the oil from the flowers was still affecting her...but the fruit had barely numbed her, and him not at all. He caught her wrist and pulled her to him. "Say my name," he said simply. She blinked and stretched against him.

"No," she said softly. He kissed her fierce and tumbled her onto her back. He slid down her body, pausing only briefly to nip and lick each of her hardened nipples, trail his tongue down the flat planes of her stomach. He pushed her legs apart and buried his face in her nethers. Valaria shivered as he probed her with his tongue. His tongue sought her most sensitive node of flesh, flicking lightly, then he sucked hard, pushing one finger inside her. He laughed again.

"You put the oil here? Strange woman." he commented, then set to again. Valaria tried to forget who it was giving her such pleasure, what he had done to her, and just enjoy what her body and the Lover's Bliss were bound to make her enjoy anyway. She closed her eyes and imagined it was exotic, copper Herlos between her legs. She twined her fingers in his hair and moaned softly. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she felt the pressure of climax grow, then burst. She cried out, called the name of Kavai, the Arikean goddess of love and family. She sobbed, remembering her family, even as she trembled with the aftermath of pleasure.

"Say my name," he whispered, rising to his knees and pulling her to him. He leaned over her, hands over her shoulders, and looked into her eyes.

"No," she shook her head, tears still trailing down her face, but she pulled him to her, kissed him softly and he pushed into her once again. He grunted and began thrusting into her roughly. Valaria held to him tightly, drew her legs about his waist. He was tireless, it seemed, Valaria felt the unbearable pleasure of her climax twice more, before at last he spent himself within her, and fell against her.

She hoped it would be over soon. She felt tired, but light of body, and sparkles flashed before her eyes. To sleep would be the greatest thing, now...but she must stay awake, and know he dies with her.

"What have you done, Valaria?" he asked breathlessly, his lips grazing her ear.

"Did you honestly think I would just bow to you, after what you did?" she choked bitterly. He growled and gathered himself to rise, but fell back onto her heavily. "It's the fruit. You told me it kills, remember? You did this, Your Majesty," she snarled the honorific. "Now we both shall die. I will be with my family, and the demons will take you."

She struggled to see his eyes, wide and staring, pupils dilated, breath shallow. She laughed softly before she succumbed to the darkness at last.



Princess



Connor awoke to find the world turning normally on its axis. Spinning a little too fast for his liking, perhaps; he stumbled from bed to bathroom and retched violently over the toilet bowl. He recalled that the previous night had fallen into a familiar pattern. A drunken and very public row with Rachel; followed by drunken, messy sex. That too, in a public place. 

As he retreated from the bathroom he saw items of underwear discarded in the hallway. The bedside clock indicated that it was past noon, but Rachel slept on heavily, snoring loudly. She was naked, the duvet bunched up beside her. Connor climbed back into bed and took full advantage of the bed clothes.

Rachel was one sick puppy even by his low standards. She got off on using the word cunt, referring to her total being rather than the specific orifice. He learned early on that she did not appreciate gentlemanly behaviour; she loved it when he slapped her face and pulled her hair. She was a cunt with a tight cunt. She wasn't brave enough to be self-destructive; she needed him to do that for her. 

***

The first thing that he noticed about her, that drew him to her, was her pierced nipples pushing through the thin fabric of a t shirt. On their first drunken date, he watched her piss in an alleyway and then she gave him a blow job. She bit down on his shaft and smeared his cock with her lipstick, before taking the length of him in her fist and pumping him until his cum was smeared over her face. He thought she was perfect. He called her a dirty fucking slag, and she let out a deep moan of orgasmic pleasure. He had focussed on what she was doing to him with her mouth and hand. He didn't notice her masturbating.

***

She moaned and writhed on the bed, then curled up in a foetal ball with her hand jammed up to the join of her thighs, making tiny subconscious rocking movements. She admitted to having wet dreams just before waking up, but Connor suspected she was conscious and masturbating. He quizzed her on the content of her dreams but she was vague about specific details. He wanted to know who she was dreaming about. She described faceless men, naked from the waist down. Anonymous cocks presented for her to suck. "Just cocks, big hard cocks" she would goad him, getting off on her cruelty. There were women in her dreams too. Always blonde with scarlet lips sucking on her nipples or tasting her pussy; identical women to herself.

***

"I'm thinking of having cunt tattooed here," she said, touching her pudenda.

"No, I forbid it!" he replied. Connor understood very early on in their relationship that he was her safeguard against herself. He would abuse her, to save her abusing herself. They had made the strangest deal, she would stop cutting herself, give up the self-harm, if he would fulfil her fantasies of rough sex, beat her, call her disgusting names. She craved the contempt he could muster up, by way of an expression of love.

"What about a clit piercing?"

"Why?"

"Just for the thrill of it. Complete the set."

She pulled on the metal bars that pierced her nipples. Her face contorted in a unique mix of pain and pleasure. Connor sometimes wished they were a normal couple. Quiet glasses of wine, ordinary lives, normal behaviour. Vanilla sex, rather than this need to push each other through walls. Feeding this mutual craving to make love hurt and leave marks so they could say, "Look, see how much I want you."

*** 

They spent the day hung-over and naked. Watching each other shower, watching each other masturbate, watching porn. Their mutual taste was wide ranging; lesbian, amateur, S&M. Age play, young women with older men; it most accurately reflected their own relationship. Rachel was twenty one and sexually active for a decade, Connor over forty and generally sexually inactive for a decade before meeting Rachel.

They touched each other roughly. He pulled at her nipples, poked his fingers into her, grabbed her hair and pulled her face down onto his cock. She boasted that she gave the best blow job, and he believed her. She had no reservations about sinking her teeth into his hard shaft, biting on the flesh until he yelled. She could sense when he was close to coming and stop, grip the base of his shaft so tightly that he would back away from an orgasm. They rarely kissed.

The evening drew in; eventually they talked about why they had rowed the previous night. Rachel had been on the dance floor, giving the come on to two guys closer to her own age. Connor fought with himself to control his jealousy. The situation wasn't a new one. The voyeur in him loved watching her at the centre of male attention. He watched her grind her slim hips against one of them whilst rubbing her hand over the other's trousers. 

Above the pounding loud music she shouted in Connor's ear, "They both want to fuck me."

Connor said, "Baby, everybody wants to fuck you."

She said "I'm so turned on," and guided Connor's hand up under the hem of her miniskirt.

"Not tonight baby, let's just leave it."

"I want to play, I want to get fucked."

"We're both already really fucked. It's just too messy! Let's just go home, just you and me."

He grabbed her by the hand and tried to pull her out of the club.

"Let me just say goodbye. It's only polite. Wait for me outside, okay? Two minutes."

He pushed his way to the front door and leaned against a car in the street. Ten minutes later she emerged.

"I was just dancing. A song came on I really like."

He thrust his hand up under her skirt to check she hadn't given her underwear away as a souvenir. He felt the warm damp material against her crotch.

""Did they give you their phone numbers?" he asked. 

"Maybe" she replied. The row escalated from there.

*** 

"Give me their numbers"

She searched through the pile of clothes on the floor and found the denim miniskirt. She pulled a business card out of the pocket and handed it over.

"Which one is this?" 

"The tall one. The one with a huge dick that he wanted to shove down my throat."

"And the other one?"

"His mate. They offered to spit roast me."

Connor took the card and finding his own jeans on the floor, pocketed the card and then pulled them on. He got a fresh t-shirt, socks and his sneakers.

"Where are you going?" Rachel asked.

"I'm going to see if I can find your new best friends. You're going into the guestroom."

They never had guests; it was just a box room that Connor had kept free from the usual junk. He locked Rachel in it from time to time, just for her own safety. The walls weren't padded, but it was a cell in all but name. It had a bare double mattress on the floor, and an anglepoise lamp sitting on one of two wooden chairs.

Connor rummaged through Rachel's clothing, he selected some items and collected her make up bag. He carried them to the guestroom and dumped them on the mattress. Rachel knew what was coming next. They had developed a ritual that mentally prepared her for her incarceration.

She knelt on the floor next to the bed, naked buttocks resting on her heels. Connor opened the drawer where he kept valuable things, and withdrew a black leather collar. He ran it through his hands, enjoying its smooth texture and hard edges, appreciating its significance and the power it gave him. Rachel placed her hands by her sides, touching the floor to hold herself steady. She closed her eyes. 

Connor fastened the collar around her neck. Collared, she was owned, now anything that happened to her and whatever she did, was at Connor's wish. The very paradigm of her existence shifted when she was collared. She felt at ease, comforted. Her actions and their consequence belonged to Connor. Her collar set her free. When she opened her eyes, she reached out to him. They kissed deeply and passionately.

Connor held Rachel's hand and guided her up off the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed. He reached under the bed and took out a shoe box containing an exquisite pair of black stilettos. They had a concealed platform and a five inch heel. The ankle fastenings were an arrangement of buckles and tiny padlocks. Connor gently held Rachel's left foot and slipped the shoe onto her, clicking the lock in place. He repeated this ritual with her right foot.

He pulled her to her feet; in these shoes she was almost as tall as him. He led her to the guestroom. She looked incomplete, dishevelled hair and no makeup, teamed with the leather collar and extreme shoes. To Connor she was perfect just as she was. He hugged her and told her she was beautiful, and then told her to get ready to receive some guests. He withdrew from the guestroom locking the door behind him.

He mapped the next few hours out in his mind. It may not go to plan, but at least he had a plan, he reassured himself. Away from the house he took a deep breath and called the number on the card. The voice sounded suspicious, but agreed to the meeting. Two men would meet Connor in the bar they had been to the previous night; the place where they first encountered Rachel.

Connor had time to kill, he wandered round the town, idly people watching and wondering what Rachel was doing alone. Was she aroused, touching herself, frightened, shaking with anxiety? People watching turned to girl watching. Mentally undressing them, wondering about their taste in men. How did they like to fuck? What was their kink? If they were his girlfriend would they get involved in what was about to happen? Would they relish it, get turned on; get a thrill, the way he was expecting Rachel to. They all looked so vanilla, so mainstream. 

He sat in the familiar surroundings of the bar, waiting for the two cocks to arrive. That's all they were to him and all they would be to Rachel. Hard cocks and heavy balls full of semen. They didn't recognise him, at first, not until he showed them photographs of Rachel's on his phone. Some pretty pictures, some obscene, just to signal that his intent was genuine. He explained the situation, offered his terms, non-negotiable. It was simple; they would go with him, drop their trousers, Rachel would suck and stroke their cocks until they were satisfied. No kisses, no groping and definitely no small talk. 

They took a taxi back to the house. Both the cocks filled with nervous excitement, edgy as naughty schoolboys. Connor hoped that their big swinging dick talk from the previous night was more than idle boasting. He had committed himself, he didn't want to be let down by a flaccid cock. He wanted Rachel to take two mouthfuls of cum to satisfy her voracious appetite. Connor was in control of the supply. His plan and it seemed to be going well so far.

Connor unlocked the guestroom door and the cocks filed in behind him. Rachel had artfully aimed the Anglepoise lamp to light the wall behind her. Silhouetted, it gave her the sense of drama she loved. Connor thought she looked stunning. More demure than tarty, much better than the cheap street clothes she went drinking in. She had brushed her hair straight, her makeup was a little on the heavy side with intensely applied scarlet lipstick. 

Her collar, of course. The clothes that Connor had selected for her to wear; a black gauze blouse with the word "Princess" written across it in silver glitter, somewhat see through, its translucence would display cum stains so disgustingly well. A black bra with heavy padding. Connor jealously guarded Rachel's pierced nipples against the cocks. Their tenderness and raw sensitivity were for him alone. He suspected that at least one of them had copped a feel of her young firm breasts and metal enhanced nipples the previous night. A knee length black skirt completed her outfit. It accentuated her flat stomach and slim youthful hips. More importantly its taught fabric made it almost impossible to get a strange hand inside to stroke her pussy, unlike the way he had watched the cocks push their hands up under the short denim mini skirt.

Rachel stood in the centre of the room, holding the attention of three pairs of lustful eyes.

"Your guests have arrived, darling. I told them to expect the best blow job of their lives. You're not going to disappoint them." 

It was a command to her, and also a signal for the cocks to drop their trousers. Connor rested on a chair in the corner. Rachel sat in the centre of the room. They dropped their trousers and she was presented with two throbbing cocks, one on each side of her, level with her face. They hadn't lied about the size of their manhood, prowess might be another thing but really he didn't want either of them to last very long. It was the simplest of carnal acts. Fill Rachel's mouth with cock. Make her taste them, gag her down to the back of her throat. Connor knew she had the capacity to swallow hard cock.

She gripped the base of their cocks, one in each hand. They grunted as she slowly pumped them. She quickened her pace and then slowed, teasing them. She licked the head of one, probing the tip of her tongue into the eye of his cock. When he could stand it no more, she switched her attention, repeating the treatment on the other.

They called her a filthy whore, but it only encouraged her. Connor didn't feel the need to jump up and defend her honour. He though she was getting everything she deserved, and deserved everything she was getting. 

He muttered, "Dirty cock-loving whore," as he rubbed at his own crotch.

She sucked cocks, alternating between them. Her lipstick smeared both shafts. She took each one deep into her throat. Connor could hear her start to gag. They were close to orgasm. 

"Come together," she instructed, "all over my face."

"Come all over me." She repeated it like a mantra.

"Now, now, please now!" she called out, begging for them to orgasm, to make a mess of her. 

Their cocks spat out a sticky white mess all over her cheeks and chin. Their semen covered her face.

"Don't move," Connor instructed her. "Don't wipe your face."

The two strangers swabbed their cocks on their underwear and pulled up their trousers. Connor showed them to the door. He slammed it behind them. No pleasantries.

His own cock was throbbing and he needed relief.

***

Rachel sat still on the chair as he'd instructed. 

"Happy now?" he asked.

"Happier, not completely satisfied. You?"

"Enjoyed watching you. Want what's mine now."

"Good," she said.

With his fingers he cleaned the semen from her cheek. He pushed them into her mouth and she sucked hard. His cock throbbed in response. He kissed and licked at her face, the strange flavour of another man's semen thrilled him. Not in itself but tasting it on Rachel's skin. 

She reached out and stroked his cock, pulling it free from his trousers.

"Better," she said. Both statement and question.

He massaged her breasts. Feeling for the hard metal that enhanced her nipples. She gasped and begged to be fucked. He pulled her by the collar. She rose from the chair and he pushed her to the mattress. She wriggled free from her tight skirt. Without ceremony, he pushed his fingers deep into her.

She gasped, "Cunt, baby. Fuck my cunt. Fuck your cunt."

Her pussy was soaked in the evidence of her arousal. Roughly, he pushed her legs apart and drove his cock deep into her. They emitted an animalistic growl in unison. He kissed her deeply, tasting the salty flavour of semen in her saliva.

She had been teasing him for the past twelve hours. This deep kiss was the crowning moment. He emptied his own semen deep into her cunt. She howled as her own orgasm took hold. Locked together, shaking, sweating, spent, he told her that he loved her.

She said, "I love you, too."

He knew she meant it. They were unconventional, occasionally visceral and sometimes cruel; but they were perfect for each other.

***

He led her by the hand out if the guest room. 

She knelt by the bed and he removed her collar. 

He unlocked her shoes and carefully packed everything away. 

She soaked in the bath he drew for her. 

He brewed some earl grey tea. 

A semblance of normality assumed. 

Until next time.



Princess



Laws a mighty! Praise be and slaughter the fatted calf! Herb and Dianne's precious first born child has arrived home safe, sound and in one piece! If I hadn't known by the approach of Thanksgiving, the "Welcome Home" banner scrawled across the dry erase board (usually reserved for Herb and/or Dianne's sparse communications with me), told me the golden child was due to arrive home from college.

Princess, given name Madeline, is my older sister. She was salutatorian of her graduating class, due to cheating by that malicious jap bitch; according to Herb anyway, but anyone who bested his Princess had to be doing something shady. Not to mention that the fact that Janet Yamasaki is a third generation American, and half white seemed to be lost on Herb as he defended Princess' honor with a racial epithet.) Princess was the captain of the girls' softball and volleyball teams, as well as a state champion debater. Had she not been my sister and an utterly repulsive cunt, I might have rubbed a few out fantasizing about her. A 21 year old college senior with 36c tits, shoulder length auburn hair with natural blonde highlights and jade green eyes alone can make most guys hot and bothered, and a body kept pristine and strong due to her athletics.

I on the other hand am the proverbial red-headed step-child, even though I am not red headed, nor am I a step child. I am almost a male version of Dianne, with my sandy brown hair, and greenish blue eyes, I have never been high in their favor. I dropped out of high school two years ago at age 16 and a half, the legal age that I no longer needed Herb and Dianne to ok the drop.

Princess was bought any little thing her heart desired, and when he still spoke to me with any regularity, Herb LOVED to remind me how I borrowed $120 from him once, and that Princess never borrowed a cent. In the interest of keeping the peace and not losing the one thing he did provide for me, the roof over my head, I never told him that she never borrowed from him because all she had to do was bat her eyes and the daddy ATM spit cash out to her. He also never mentioned that I repaid the $120 two weeks later with interest. It was simple, Princess could do no wrong, I didn't exist.

Sunday evening before turkey day, I was in my bedroom getting dressed for an evening of cruising the boulevard looking for pussy, with my buddy Mike and two liters of vodka, when I heard Dianne squeal like a Siamese cat getting corn-holed by John Holmes. That was the signal that told me that precious had indeed arrived. My goal now was to get out of the house before she could corner me and regale me with tales of her scholastic pursuits that I gave a flying fuck less about. I finished buttoning my black shirt and ran a brush through my own shoulder length tresses and started down the stairs toward my evening. I just wasn't quick enough.

"Little Bro! Are you losing weight?"

This question never failed to piss me off. She stood 5' 10" and weight 120 pounds and looked damn good. She definitely took after the balding fuck that bankrolled her every move. I, unfortunately, took after Dianne. I am 5' 8" 140 pounds, last I weighed anyway, but my jeans did feel a bit loose this evening. She always ran around with the football players while I was the right size to be a towel boy.

"Steve. Do you have a few minutes to gab with your sis?"

"Sorry Princess," she hated me calling her that, but many of the things I would like to call her would infuriate Herb and I needed his roof at least until Sunday when my best friend Mike and I were renting a house on our own. "I gotta run; Mike and two liters of vodka are waiting. Try me around the "second coming," I might have a free minute then." With that I descended the last few stairs and headed for my car.

My car seemed to be another sore spot with this bunch. Herb drives a brand new Lincoln Navigator every model year. He's the manager of business accounts at the bank and is definitely not hurting for scratch. Dianne drives a new Lexus; a perk of managing the Lexus dealership, she's not scraping bottom either. Princess was bought a brand new Lexus for her 16th birthday. Upon graduating high school she was given a brand new BMW convertible. I saved my funds, earned by mowing countless lawns and shoveling countless driveways, since I was 14 and my job at Charley's Guitar Heaven in the strip mall on the boulevard. At age 17 I had enough to buy a beat up '70 Chevy Nova SS. With loads of help from Mike and his dad, who run a garage in town, I turned that car into the Candy Apple Blue beast that now sat on the side of the three car garage attached to the house. I didn't even get a spot in there while Princess was at school, although once last summer I did sneak it in during a hail storm. The Nova was the third quickest car of a bunch of guys with older muscle cars that spent most evenings parked at Johnny's Drive In, an old burger joint on Stripling Boulevard, or the 'vard as we locals called it. We all rolled serious horses and no one fucked with us.

As I backed out of the drive way I could see Herb giving me the stink eye through the dining room window, he'd no doubt been told of my failure to greet his darling little cunt in a proper manner. Fuck him!! I managed to dodge her and her condescending shit for the whole two months she was home during the summer; six days should be a snap. Knowing Herb was watching I weighed my options, I could dump the clutch and make the car launch on two wheels for most of the block, I could smoke the tires for that same distance and piss him off by leaving black tracks on the street for the neighbors to see, or I could roll out like a normal person would. Fuck normal, I opted to smoke em and left black marks all the way down the block.

Twenty minutes later I arrived at Mike's. He jumped in the car carrying two liter bottles of vodka and a gallon of orange juice.

"Dude, the old man's fuckered up already. Ya got here just in time."

Mikes dad was a great guy during the day when he was sober. But when he and Jimmy Beam got rollin, "Look the Fuck out!!!" the shit was on.

"Where to dude? I hear the swine are really watchin' the 'vard lately, I counted six just on the way over here."

"Yeah," he tells me, "Gary got popped for his mufflers last night, no one was even racing! Let's head to the shop; Craig and Gary are sposed to meet us there. Gary wants to replace his pipes to save the ticket."

"Cool, plus oinkers can't tell us shit for boozing there!"

We arrived at the auto shop that Mike and his dad ran, to find Gary and Craig waiting for us. Gary has a sweet GTO that romps almost every car that he races. Craig has a Duster that is about $5000 away from being elite. Mike has an Olds 442 that rivals my Nova, but the one car none of us can touch is Don's Chevelle. We spent most of the evening drinking and watching Gary install his new exhaust. Giving him shit about everything he did seeing who could elicit a reaction. Then they started giving me shit about Princess being home and the possibility that Shelby James would stay at my house for a night.

One advantage of having a hot, popular sister is her hot popular friends that come to visit. My bedroom window overlooks the sundeck in our back yard, so much of my free time has been spent there ogling tanning beauties, and sometimes they'd forget I was there and get naked. The hottest friend to come over was also her best friend, Shelby James. Perfect doesn't begin to describe Shelby. Long blonde hair, blue eyes a pert nose, luscious red lips, and perfect tits and ass. She's definitely fap material. On one occasion, around 3:00 in the morning, I walked into the bathroom that connects Princess and my bedrooms together and about came in my shorts. Standing there naked as the day she was born was Shelby! She had one foot up on the toilet and had three fingers deep in her snatch. She didn't seem to notice me as I stared in disbelief. I backed out of the bathroom and pissed out my window, hoping I was watering Dianne's plants in the process, and then crawled into bed and proceeded to rub my cock raw.

I never told the guys about that night, but they knew I had seen Shelby and a few others in the buff. Around 3 in the morning we decided to vacate the shop before the bakery across the street opened and we attracted attention of those who might inquire of Mike's dad why there were kids drinking there at all hours of the night. We had the use of the shop whenever we wanted and didn't care to jeopardize that. We drove out on the Seven Lakes Road to the bluffs. We sat on the bluffs drinking, bullshitting and watching the sunrise color the lakes where we have been fishing since we were old enough to ride our bikes out to the lakes.

The other three guys split around 7 am, I however didn't have to be to work until 1 pm so I caught a catnap in my car and went home around 8:30 when I was sure Herb and Dianne had left for work and Princess would be dreaming dreams of herself. I had just laid down when my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Get your hand off of your cock and bring your ass in Stevie." It was Charley Martinelli, my boss, "The numb cunt left on vacation and neglected to tell me until this morning." The "cunt" referred to Allison, a girl he hired to cover the store while I was giving guitar lessons or dealing with overflow customers. Charley himself rarely did more than just office work and pay bills, while he trusted me to run most everything else. He did occasionally give lessons, and his wife Helen taught piano. She has taught three generations, including yours truly, to play.

"I'm on my way Charley."

"Good kid, see you in a few."

I hung up the phone and realized I needed to sober and shower quickly. I head to the kitchen and mix up this wheat germ shit that Dianne drinks, with a cup of lemon juice. I chug it in the kitchen and know that I have enough time to rinse the glass, put it in the dishwasher, and get upstairs to the bathroom before my stomach forcefully ejects its content. A puke, a hot shower, and a cup of coffee will have me ready to work in no time.

I make it to the toilet just in time to launch a nights worth of vodka into the porcelain alter. I strip and start the shower deciding to flush after I'm done in case I need to puke again, fearing flushing might wake Princess forcing me to have to deal with the bitch. I'm standing in the shower, enjoying the hot water cascading down my body when the memory of Shelby James going knuckles deep in my bathroom flashes through my brain. My cock gets hard and I figure, "why not deal with it." The movie in my head is showing Shelby, naked with her foot up on the toilet. Her beautiful face a picture of sexual bliss as her fingers work in and out of her shaved quim. I can see her juices coating her fingers and can hear the squish sounds her digits make in her pussy. A few minutes of stroking and my cock launches my cum in four powerful jets. As my orgasm peaks I swear I hear a sound, like a gasp from the bathroom behind me. I rinse the soap from my eyes and turn to find an empty bathroom. "Figment of your imagination," I tell myself as I finish my shower and go get dressed for work.

The day went really well at work. I sold a personal best $12000 worth of equipment and lessons. Around 3:00 Princess' off and on boyfriend Diesel came in to the store to ask me if I knew if Princess was out and about. I told him he should probably want to check the truck stop parking lot. He walked out mumbling some shit under his breath, but I could care less what he tells her.

Nothing really happened Monday night or Tuesday. Princess was out when I got home Monday night, and she was still asleep when I left for the day Tuesday. I didn't set any sales record on Tuesday but I did finally get Danny Butler to grasp an arpeggio scale and how to apply it. Around 2:00 I saw Shelby and Princess walking past the store, trying to look non-shallant as they looked into the windows. I pretended I didn't see them, but wondered why they'd be down here on the South side in a strip mall whose biggest boast was that there was a Wal Mart One block down. Normally the "spoiled bitch crowd" would be at the far trendier Birchwood Mall on the north side.

Tuesday evening I ended up hanging out with the guys at Johnny's waiting for anyone who wanted to race one of us, for cash of course, I wouldn't race anyone unless less at least $300 was on the line. Craig got there about half an hour after I did. "I've got some interesting news for you guys," Craig said as he got out of his car. "Seems that Diesel's doctor daddy done spent a fortune buying Diesel a brand new Mustang and had Northwitch's do some custom tuning. Now he thinks he'll beat any of us." After much laughter, it was determined a couple guys had seen him out and about and no one was impressed.

"Has he raced anyone?" Don asked

"He raced one of them guys that hang on the north end and watch too much "Fast and Furious, "said Craig.

We all decided to head home around 2 am. "Don't forget Michelle's party tonight guys," said Gary as we all piled into our cars to head home.

I cruised around for about another hour before deciding that Diesel and his "bad ass" car were not out looking for action and went home. Princess was sleeping when I came in and went to bed. "Only three days left," I thought to myself as I drifted off, I wouldn't have to dodge her much longer.

Wednesday was much the same as Tuesday. When I got up Princess was already gone, most likely shopping with Dianne for tomorrow's dinner. Dianne's parents, the Murphys, would be joining them for dinner. I already had plans, first Mike and I were going to install the new rear-end set up in my Nova to cure some traction problem I had experienced since making some changes to the engine in August. Pulling the engine out of your only means of transportation and working on it is a wonderful albeit expensive way to avoid spoiled bitches. Work was really slow, not many people buying musical instruments for Thanksgiving I guess.

I went home after work to dress for Michelle's Party. I was dressed and almost in my car when Princess came around the corner of the house. "Stevie, are you going out right now?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered, "Hard to get any pussy in this dump." I said trying to shock her, or at least make not want to be around me.

She just got a peculiar look on her face and asked, "Can you give me a ride to Charlotte's? We are going to be celebrating and I don't want to get a DUI."

"If you promise to not flap your pie hole the entire ride I guess I can," I told her.

She had never in her life voluntarily spent more than two minutes with me, nor had she ever ridden in my car. I always thought it was too old for her to be caught dead in. I smiled to myself as I thought of just how interesting this ride could get.

We climbed in and I fired it up, and cinched my seatbelt. Wisely she did the same. I backed out of the driveway, I knew there would be no tire smoking tonight. Princess deserved the best. Princess deserved to be part of a front end lifting launch. I launched and the beast didn't fail me, I hear Princess scream as it carried the front wheel almost to the stop sign, where, unfortunately, I had to lift off the gas and brake to a stop. I drove fairly normal the rest of the way to Charlottes. Just as she was about to get out of the car at Charlotte's she said "Thanks bro." Then she leaned across the console and kissed me on the cheek. I just sat there dumb-founded as she strolled up the walk to Charlotte's door.

After a few bowls and a few drinks at the party, I finally figured out my sister's actions. She was either trying to fuck with my head, or trying to force me to pay attention to her, kind of a "wanting what you can't have" sort of thing. My attention soon turned to Kari. She had been in my grade at school, and was in college now. She was part Asian and had turned quite beautiful since I had seen her last. She and I had spent a while jut talking, when I saw Princess, Charlotte, Shelby and their very large friend Amanda walk into the room.

I have never figured out how Amanda fit into the grand scheme of the spoiled bitch's club. She was everything you could want in a woman and more.....200 pounds more! She was around 5' 8' tall and had to weigh 300 pounds. While the other three would be pretty even if they were heavier, Amanda had no such hope. The only thing that kept someone from mistaking her for a guy was the F-cup tits covering up the top of her gut.

I was doing a good job of keeping my distance from my sister's bunch when Kari had to answer the call of nature. I don't know what happened while she was gone, but she briskly informed me she had to leave and took off. I told Mike I would meet him at 10 in the morning and headed out myself. I drove around for a couple hours looking for Diesel, but never found him.

I got home around 2:00. I looked at the message board in the kitchen and all that was on there was a to-do list for dinner. I went upstairs to my room; no lights were on in Princess' room so I figured she was asleep. I discovered my bedroom door was locked. This happens from time to time so I was not suspicious at all. I'd just creep through her room and the bathroom, No biggie. I was through her bedroom and the bathroom and was into my room when I was grabbed from behind roughly. An arm was across my throat and a hand covered my mouth before I could make a sound. "Maybe junior should have bought a few karate lessons and few less music lessons", I thought as I was dragged backward a few feet. My attacker pulled me to my bed and wrapped powerful legs around my waist effectively holding me in a sitting position.

Hot breath went across my ear, which under ordinary circumstances would have had my cock stressing my jeans. I could feel breasts pressed into my back. "I'm gonna take my hand off of your mouth now. Don't make a peep. Got it?"

It was Princess who held me against my will. Why did I have to be "little" brother in age and stature? I nodded my intention to cooperate, what else could I do? She was stronger, bigger and so much more athletic than I had ever dreamed of being. She also would be believed by Herb and Dianne no matter what she told them.

"I know mom and dad have rarely done right by you. I haven't done much better. But I need you to give me a chance." The "F" in "fuck off" was barely out of my mouth when the arm across my windpipe cut the sound off at the source. "I expect you to come to dinner with mom, dad, grandma and grandpa and myself tomorrow. I expect you to trust me for once in your life. Nod if you understand."

I nodded, I sure as hell wasn't going to piss her off at this point, nor did I have any intention of joining the super frickin duper family meal. "Now go on to bed and sleep well." She released me but I felt her readiness should I cause any problems. I am out of this house in three days. She leaves in two. This should be my last encounter with her.

I awoke just after 9 am and dressed. I had just started down the stairs, when I caught pieces of a semi hushed argument between Princess, Dianne, and Mrs. Murphy, a.k.a. Grandma.

"He deserves to know!"

"...when the time is..."

"...or I will"

At this point I coughed and the argument stopped. I continued into the kitchen to see Princess' back as she went into the dining room. Mrs. Murphy looked at me with the same "I'm better than you" look that Dianne had permanently fixed on her face, Dianne turned to look at me as well. Mrs. Murphy then spoke the first words she has spoken to me in six years, "Are you staying for dinner?"

I looked Dianne right in the face and said "Nope."




Princess



I went out and got into my car, and started backing down the driveway. I could see Princess watching through the dining room window. I really couldn't read the look on her face. I left normally, no tire smoke or wheel stands. There wasn't much traffic out, so I made good time getting to the garage. Mike already had a bay open and I pulled right in. We spent an hour or so laying out the new parts to see how they would fit and then painted some the same Candy Apple Blue to match the car and some a flat black.

Just after noon I handed Mike some cash so he could run to Paul's Liquor and score us some beer and vodka. He left and I crawled under the Nova and began removing the old rear end.

Twenty minutes after he left I heard a car pull up outside. We had the bay doors closed so no one would think the shop was open and so certain folk wouldn't see what I was adding to the car. I heard them get out and walk to the regular entrance door. I thought that maybe someone was dropping off a car to be fixed on Friday. The door opened and someone came in. All I could see was a nice pair of legs and well pedicured feet in an expensive pair of shoes. The legs walked to the rear of my car and tapped my ankle.

"We're closed today," I said and started rolling out from under the car. "I can take your keys and information though." I came out from under the car to see tanned, well toned, just plain fucking hot pair of legs that led up to a denim skirt and a glimpse of white panties. Looking up further I was stunned to see Princess standing there.

"I thought you were staying for dinner," she said. She opened her mouth to say something else but I'd had enough. My feelings came pouring out.

"Why would I want to do that? Why would I want to spend a day with Herb, Dianne and the fucking Murphys and feel more alone in their company instead of being here with at least one person who has never made me feel as if I'm not worthy or that I don't exist? Mike's dad might be a drunk and an abuser, but Mike knows in the end his dad will back him. I can't say that. I can't say that if I were to disappear, anyone would ever think to call the police to find me."

She looked stunned, but I didn't care. "Go back and enjoy, bask in their glory! I don't want them pissed at me because they missed an hour of your company."

She turned and left and I crawled back under the car. It almost sounded like she was crying. Part of me felt bad, but the other part figured she just didn't like being turned away.

Mike returned with the booze and we finished the car by 4pm. "Gary said we could go to his sister's for dinner if we want to," Mike told me, "Beats eating with drunken dads and snobs don't it?"

"I could eat," I said, "Lets roll."

Gary's sister Gina and her husband Paul lived in a double-wide trailer about 3 miles out of town. Definitely not Princess territory. He is a long haul trucker and unfortunately was stuck in Dallas instead of eating at home with his family. Gina and Paul had a three year old boy Connor and a six year old daughter Sam. Sam decided as soon as Mike and I stepped in the door that she was going to marry me. She threw a fit until Gina allowed her to sit next to me during dinner.

I can't remember ever having a nicer Thanksgiving dinner. Only once at my Aunt Karen's home, she's Herb's older sister. She and her husband Uncle David are the only family members well, other than Herb's parents, to ever treat me like I belonged. Grandma and Grandpapa Sheppard don't like Dianne at all, and haven't spoken to him since their wedding 25 years ago.

I remember one Christmas, I was 8 or 9, crying my eye's out because Herb wouldn't let me go live with Karen. She had tried; she told him that he obviously didn't want me she'd be more than willing to take me.

After dinner we all went to out to the garage and played pool, I managed to win a game or two, Mike is notoriously good at pool. Around 8:00 we left. I didn't bother cruising looking for Diesel that night; I had a few things to do at home.

Two years ago, as a Christmas bonus, Charley and Helen gave me a computer. I only use the internet for e-mail, for the business, and ordering parts for my car. I have never been to a porn site or chat room, even though I hear every guy has a 12 inch cock and every girl is a blue eyed blond with 36DD tits and no gag reflex. Two programs I have I use quite frequently. One takes my guitar signals and translates them to sheet music and records it. I use it a lot to make practice drills for my students. The other is a cabinet simulator. With the cabinet sim, I can make my guitar sound like it is being played through any variety of amplifiers and speaker cabinets.

I was jamming away, running solo scales and just playing. The sound of full Marshall stacks running through my headphones, eyes closed playing by feel only, as I liked to try to get my students to do. Suddenly I felt like I was no longer alone in the room. As I opened my eyes I felt a hand on my shoulder. Standing in my doorway were Shelby and Diesel. Princess stood behind me.

"What are you doing?" she asked. I then explained what I was doing. Diesel looked bored, but Shelby seemed to at least act like she was enthralled and even asked to listen to the headphones while I played a few licks. Princess just kept rubbing my shoulder. They told me they were going out for a while.

Diesel asks me "When are you gonna put that No-go up against my 'Stang?"

"Dude, you know where Johnny's is, you know I'm easy to find, so I guess when you find me and have $600 in your pocket we can do it."

He scoffed as they walked away. I jammed for another half hour or so and then took a shower and went to bed. For a while I lay there trying to puzzle out Princess. In private she was being forceful, but not mean. In front of her friends she was acting like the sisters I see on TV. What were she and Dianne arguing about? I can't wait to move out so I don't even have to even hear rumors about these people.

I was in that stage of sleep in which you're not quite awake, but also not deep under. I felt a weight next to my right hip, as if someone sat on the bed next me, then I felt weight by my left hip and I was pinned to my bed. I snapped awake. A hand shot over my mouth just as I was about to.....you know, we all, well males anyway, think in a scary situation, are going to fire off a line from Rambo, or The Terminator, or any Clint Eastwood character. I'd like to say I said "Get the fuck off me punk, or there'll be hell to pay." I didn't. That hand cut off a scream that would make girls sound macho.

"Ssshhh!!! You'll wake everybody. I'm going to remove my hand, will you be quiet?" my sister breathed into my ear, my heart was pounding a million miles an hour, but I was able to nod my head.

"I know you're confused about all of this," she said, "I am too. I know what I want to say, just not how to say it. I remember when you were 3 and 4, I was your world. Even before mom and dad cut you off emotionally. I want my little brother back. We have all treated you so wrongly, that I'm not sure anymore how you should be treated." I felt her tears hitting my face. "I don't want to lose touch with you Stevie, I can't lose you again."

Powerful sobs rocked her. I wasn't sure how to react, so I tested my arms. They were loose enough I was able to hug her tightly to me. Oddly enough it felt as if she wasn't wearing a shirt. She hugged me back fiercely. "Oh baby, I owe you so many more apologies than anyone can count. Please forgive me, please don't cut me out of your life. I am so confused."

I couldn't understand her confusion. I was trying to decide if she was genuinely wanting to connect with me, or trying to mind fuck me. I was about to say something when she kissed my neck.

"What th.." I was cut off by her mouth clamping down on mine, her tounge invaded my mouth. Not knowing what else to do I kissed her back, my tongue dancing over hers, I nibbled on her lower lip.

She pulled back a moment and said, "Stevie I love you. I want you. I need you. I know this is crazy but I want to do something for you."

She started kissing my neck again. I moaned my approval. She was kissing along my collarbone, down to my nipples. She sucked and nipped them with her teeth. My mind was reeling, but my cock operated on instinct. I could feel it rising and pushing against her hips.

"Ooh, someone is enjoying himself."

She reached down and started rubbing my cock as she continued kissing down my chest. She got down to my cock and licked up the underside. "Oh my, baby. You have got a nice cock. Diesel wishes he had half of what you got dear."

I winced a bit at being compared to Diesel of all people, but felt a dash of pride at being proclaimed better. I couldn't relish the feeling for long, because I was suddenly deep in her throat. I had never had a girl even attempt to take all of me in her mouth, and now here was my sister throating me on the first try. I thought I was ready to burst right then, she reached up and started playing with my balls as she sucked and stroked my cock. I wanted to ask her to 69, but I didn't want to call her princess.

"Babe? What would you like me to call you? Oh lord I'm stupid."

"Oh sweetheart, you aren't stupid." She said, "Please call me Maddie."

"Why don't you shift your pussy up here so I can please you Maddie?"

She dipped two fingers in her hot wet juicy box and then stuck them in my mouth. She had the sweetest tasting pussy I have ever tasted. She pulled her fingers from my mouth.

"How was that baby?"

"Oh, Maddie, you taste so fucking good, let me eat you."

"All in good time love. Tonight is all about you. I've got a lot to make up for with you."

At that she took my full length into her throat again. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head and along the underside of my throbbing cock. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten up, meaning a flood of jiz was on its way. I have had girls blow me before, and results have varied. The first time I came in a girl's mouth she came up to kiss me afterward and spit my load into my mouth. That was the closest I have ever come to hitting a female. Another bit me when I got carried away and came without warning her. I didn't want to see what Maddie would do.

"Maddie, baby, I'm about to cum." She looked at me and sucked harder. "Oh God! Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna AH AH." I came so hard that it was painful. Maddie just kept sucking. A bit of cum leaked out of the corner of her mouth. She gave my cock one last lick, and crawled up next to me.

"Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight Hun?"

"Suit yourself baby, you are so wonderful. No one has ever made me feel as good as you just did. I don't just mean the sex either. I would love to cuddle up to you tonight."

She kissed me deep, and I could taste a hint of myself. I felt truly loved at that moment. She laid her head on my shoulder and we fell asleep. I woke a few times in the night, and just listened to her contented breathing. Part of me was scared that I was being set up for something. But mostly I was happy.

When I woke Friday morning Maddie was gone. I knew she and Dianne would have gone shopping this morning around 5 am. Those two always did their part to make "Black Friday" stay in the black. Charley and Helen had flown to Wisconsin to see their son Hank and his family for Thanksgiving. I was in charge of the store today, much to the chagrin of several employees who were older and had college degrees. Even his daughter Patty had grumbled, but Charley trusted me above all others. Being that our little strip mall didn't have all the trendy stores, "Black Friday" was only marginally busier than any other Friday. We did get people that felt Wal Mart was too busy or that the Birchwood Mall would be too crowded. As I was getting dressed for work I found a $50 bill and a note that read; "Have lunch on me today lover! I am looking forward to talking more to you this evening. I love you...M."

Tommy Gander, my first lesson of the day showed up at 10:00 just as he was supposed to. I had to trust the others wouldn't burn the store down while I taught. At 11:00 when I finished with Tommy, I saw Heather Boyd in the store. She was definitely hot enough to be a cheerleader, with raven black hair, grey eyes and a smattering of freckles on her petite nose, and a 36D chest, but she seemed to lean more toward the academic side of things, once again not making her a part of my crowd. Heather was a grade behind me in school and is one of Helen's piano students and I thought she was probably just looking for some sheet music. I was miffed that no one else had helped her yet. "Can I help you find something Heather?"

"Oh hi Steve. I'm looking for Helen, I have a lesson today and no one would tell me where she is." I was going to have a serious talk with Charley when he got back.

"Sorry Heather, she was supposed to have called you. She and Charley went out of town for the weekend."

"Oh no. Mom just dropped me off and won't be back for an hour. Can I use a phone to call her?"

"I might be able to help you," I told her, "I can teach your lesson today and see that you aren't charged for it. What does she have you working on?"

"Pachebel's Cannon in D, it's for the recital contest in mid January."

"Come with me, I can help you."

I lead heather to the very room in which I spent so many Saturday mornings as a kid under Helen's watchful eye. Two pianos sit so an instructor can play along with a student or turn and help them if needed. I felt odd sitting in Helen's seat after so long of sitting at the student's bench. Heather went through her warm ups and then proceeded to play the piece. I started pointing out many errors I heard in the piece. "What do you know? You're just a guitar salesman." She said.

"I'll show you what I know," I said as I then played the same piece flawlessly.

She clapped and said "Ok so I was wrong." Over the next hour I improved her playing tenfold.

We went out into the main room to wait for her mother. When Mrs. Boyd popped into the store Heather kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for working with her. As I watched Heather and her mom leave I started looking around for an ass to chew. From behind me I hear "Do you make it a habit to get kissed by all your customers or is it just the pretty ones?"

I turned to look into the beautiful gaze of Shelby James. She looked stunning in a red v-neck sweater and a tartan skirt complemented with a pair of knee high mid heeled boots.

"Shelby! What a surprise? What brings you to this side of town?"

"Actually I came here to take this hot guy I know to lunch."

"Shit, most of these folks have already taken their lunch breaks; I suppose for you I could look the other way though."

"I'm talking about you Stevie. Have you had lunch yet or does someone look the other way for you?"

"I'm the boss today; I can take an hour, as long as these people don't burn the place down."

We went out to my car. It struck me about half way to the car that Shelby James wanted to go to lunch with me. Maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket, because my luck seems to have changed. I fired up the car, and headed out of the parking lot.

"Where would you like to go?" I asked.

"Let's grab a sandwich and head for the bluffs."

I couldn't believe my ears. If this had been at night I know I would have been dreaming. We went to Dave's Heroes and got subs, chips and drinks. I drove us out to the bluffs and we ate our lunch and made small talk.

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.

"Shoot."

"Why do your parents not have any pictures of you in your house? I mean I see pics of Maddie all over but the only pictures of you I know of are in Maddie's room."

I tried to hide my surprise that Maddie had any pictures of me. "I couldn't even guess what I ever did to wrong Herb and Dianne. As long as I can remember Maddie was the princess of the palace and I was just in the way. Hell, I even know that I was nicknamed "the Stain" by all of Maddie's friends."

"I'm sorry we ever called you that. I never realized until last night just how poorly your mom and dad treated you. Even Maddie did, until last summer I had never heard a kind word from her about you."

"So is this you clearing your conscience or just curiosity about the boy who didn't exist?"

"I'm engaged. I don't know if you knew that or not," I didn't, "But I have had a crush on you for a couple years now. I can't go off and get married, until I know you better." She said eyeballing my crotch, "I might not want to marry him after all."

I was so taken aback by what she said that I didn't notice her put her hand on my leg. My head spun, Was this really happening to me? I felt her hand slide up my leg to my crotch. I turned to speak and my lips met hers. Her tongue snaked into my mouth with a fever. Lost in the moment I kissed back hard. She palmed my cock and stroked it through my jeans. I reached over and put my hand on the most perfect breast I had ever felt. She moaned into my mouth and stroked my cock harder. We moved to the back seat so that the consol wouldn't be in the way. I slid my hand up her thigh to find the heat of her panty clad quim. My cock was begging for release and threatening to explode.

She broke our kiss and said breathlessly, "I am not a cheat Stevie, we can play, but we can't fuck."

I wasn't going to argue. A little Shelby was better than none, and about 90% of my fantasies were about to come true. She pulled her sweater over her head, she wore no bra so I got a close up view of the tits that had launched a thousand loads of jiz on my shower wall. They were firm and perky. The pink nipple stuck out of an areola as big around as a silver dollar. I sucked the rubbery nub into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. This brought a series of moans from her. About this point the thought, "I'm sucking Shelby James' tits!!!" ran through my head making my rod lurch and I was afraid I was going to cum in my jeans. Shelby undid my belt and my zipper and freed my engorged cock.

"Oh, what a beautiful penis you have Stevie. I think I'm just gonna have to suck it." With that she dropped down and took my manhood into her hot wet mouth. I worked my self around so that I could get to her hot snatch. I raised her skirt and slid her panties aside and started licking her musky damp slit. Her cunt was sweeter than I had ever imagined. She was sucking my cock hard and stroking with her small hand. Her other hand was playing with my balls.

My lips found her erect clit and I started humming on it. She was bucking her hips against my face and getting louder. Having dexterous hands from years of guitar and piano had its advantages. I couldn't disarm a crack maniac, but my finger could dance on a g-spot like few others. Shelby was cumming for the third time that I could count when I felt the pressure in my balls.

"I'm gonna cum soon Shelby...Oh shit!" She took me deeper into her throat as I inundated her gullet with jet after jet of my hot cum. She gagged a bit but swallowed it all like a porn star.

We lay there panting, when she said something that shocked the hell out of me. "That was better than I had ever fantasized about Stevie. I may be breaking off a marriage."

I didn't know what to say. My fantasy girl had just made my life. On our ride back to the strip mall she kept holding my hand. "I have plans tonight," she said, "And I am leaving for school Saturday morning. I will be back two weeks before Christmas though and I would love to get together then, if you are interested that is."

"Why wouldn't I be? I would be stupid to say no."

We got back to the strip mall and got out of the car. I walked her to her car, where she kissed me deeply before getting in and driving off. A couple of my fellow employees applauded when I walked back into the store.




Princess



I had a lesson to give in an hour so I went into the office to check for any e-mails from Charley. I had just logged on when there was a knock on the door. I looked up to see Heather standing there. "I know you're busy, so I'll be quick. First, my 18th birthday is Tuesday if you'd like to come to my house for a small party we're having. And second, my mom wants to hire you to privately tutor me on the piano for the next couple months, she'll call you on Monday to arrange it if you are willing."

"I'd love to come to your party, just tell me the time and where, and sure I'll tutor you, probably for less than your mom thinks I will."

She wrote her address and number on a paper for me and went out the door. Shelby's hot for me. I got some extra cash rolling in and my time in Herb and Dianne's home was coming to an end. What more could I ask for?

We closed the store at 8:00 that evening. I went and grabbed a burger and fries and went back to the store to finish the paperwork for the day and inventories. Around 10 I finally headed home. I pulled up to the dark house. Herb and Dianne were playing cards with the Millers, as they did every Friday night, and I had no clue where Maddie was. I went in and went upstairs, wanting to go to sleep so I could be up to at least wish Maddie well in the morning.

Her room was dark. I entered my room and saw soft light from the bathroom that connected our rooms. I walked in to find Maddie in the garden tub that Herb had put in when she started playing sports to alieve her aches and pains from practice and games, thee were candles all over.

"Oh shit! Sorry Maddie I didn't realize you were bathing."

I turned to leave but she stopped me. "Freeze mister! I have been waiting for you all night. You can't deny me now. Get your clothes off baby brother and get in here!"

I thought some time ago that nothing could surprise me anymore. But now I had seen nothing but surprises over the past couple of days. I quickly got undressed and slid into the bath facing my knock out sister, my ankles touching her ass on either side. She is beautiful, but the sheen of the water on her body, and the candlelight on her face, she looked like a goddess. No real princess could have ever looked better than my sis did then and there. I told her how beautiful I thought she was and was rewarded with a radiant smile.

"I've been waiting for this all day baby," she told me, "My cunt has been sopping wet, thinking of that sweet hunk of meat of yours plunging into it. I'll bet you're a dirty boy after a long day at work. Let's take care of that. Turn around."

I did as she asked. Now her sweet mams were pressed into my back. I could feel her stiff nipples against my skin. She reached around my front and started soaping my chest and upper arms.

"I think I have the sexiest brother alive." The soapy sponge moved in lazy circles about my abdomen. She washed lower and lower until she was stroking my cock with the sponge. I groaned my approval. She kissed my neck and said, "This is my last night here for almost a month baby, let's make it rememberable."

She sucked on my earlobes and licked my ear hole. My cock responded my getting as hard and big as I have ever seen. She kept working on my ears and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I spun around and met her lips with a heated passionate kiss. Our tongues sought each other out. I reached down and caressed her breast, tweaking her nipples with my talented fingers eliciting her moan into my mouth. My other hand slowly stroked up her tight toned athletic thigh, back down to the sensitive area behind her knee, I knew that got her hot from over-hearing her conversations with Shelby.

One of her hands was working on my cock and balls, the other was playing deftly in my hair. My thigh rubbing hand worked to the inside of her thigh and brushed the swollen lips of her snatch. She tensed and kissed me harder each time my hand brushed her cunt.

I kept brushing higher and higher on her thigh until I had full contact with her delectable pussy lips. She groaned into my mouth as my fingers found and started flicking her well erect clit.

"Oh Doll, you do know how to use those fingers." I had one hand playing with her breasts and nipples, while the finger of my other did a dance on her clit. She was panting raggedly and kissing me harder, when I snaked my bird finger into her hot box. The waster in the tub was hot, but her quim seemed to be hundreds of degrees hotter. She started bucking her hips on my hand, fucking herself with my finger. She threw her head back and was thrashing in the throes of an orgasm, I took the opportunity while the kiss was broken to move down and lock my mouth on her gorgeous tits, and snaked a second finger into her hole.

"Oh Fuck Baby!!! Oh my God you're gonna kill me!!! Oh Fuck Ah AH AH..." I could feel her pussy muscles contracting on my fingers as she came.

When she had gathered her wits about her she looked over at me and said, "Get up on the edge of the tub sweetie. I want some of that amazing cock of yours."

I raised my ass up out of the water and sat on the edge, she started stroking my cock almost immediately. "Oh babe, you have the sweetest rod I have ever seen." At that she wrapped her lips around the mushroom tip, and stated swirling her tongue around. She stroked my cock with one hand and rubbed my ass and balls with the other. She was only going halfway down my shaft with her mouth but she was driving me as crazy as if she had been throating me on every stroke. I ran my hand through her hair and over her back as far as I could reach. She moaned around my cock when I reached down and tweaked her nipple again. She gave my balls a squeeze and I felt an orgasm coming on.

"You're gonna make me cum baby!" I said. She immediately grabbed my cock at the base and stopped my orgasm in its tracks.

"Oh no you don't darling brother." She said, "I want that beautiful rod inside me. I want your full load in me baby. Can you do that? Can you fuck your sister's cunt and fill it with jiz?"

She turned around and leaned over the edge of the tub, presenting me with a view of her flawless ass and pussy. I was having a hard time believing that I was about to pout my cock in there. I got in behind her and rubbed the purple helmet against the entrance of her cunt.

"Maddie, you have got to have one of the most beautiful bodies I have ever seen. I'm gonna fuck you so hard baby."

"Do it doll! Fuck me!"

I pressed the head in past the opening of her hot hole, I was about a quarter of the way in when she shuddered and came again. Damn she's hot. I pushed until I was half way in. She was so tight I was afraid I was hurting her.

"How are you doing baby?" I asked as I worked a bit more in. I was about three quarters of the way in now.

"Oh fuck baby! You are so thick! I have never felt this stretched, God I love it!!"

I finally had all of my cock in her and my balls touched her puss. I started a slow in and out movement, and she was moaning with every stroke. I picked my pace up and I could see the nape of her neck turning red. I kept pulling my cock out of Maddie's snatch until just the head was still in then drive the shaft home. I reached around with one hand and played with her nipples, my other snaked below and flicked on her clit.

"Oh Stevie, you are driving me fucking wild baby! Fuck me hard little bro! Hammer my pussy!"

I grabbed her gorgeous hips and began pounding for all I was worth. She started screeching at the top of her lungs, "Fuck Yeah! Fuck yeah! Oh baby I am gonna cuuuummmm...."

I felt her pussy contractions begin and felt the hot gooey rush of her cum flowing over my meat. That was more than I could take and got ready to pull out. "I'm gonna cum on your ass babe!"

"No! No! Cum in my pussy doll! I'm on the pill and I wanna feel your hot jizm inside me!"

My balls tightened and my cock jumped as I fired five or six hot jets of sperm deep into my sister's hot wet cunny. "Oh Fuck Maddie! I can't believe how damn good that felt."

I sat back in the tub and Maddie turned around and collapsed into me. She kissed me deeply and our tongues danced in each other's mouths. "Baby you made me feel like a queen! How is it you aren't with someone as good as you fuck?"

I felt my face and ears burning as they turned red. I had a catch in my chest as I told her, "You are my first. I've fingered a couple girls, and have been blown, but you got my cherry sweetheart."

She caressed my face, and kissed me. "Don't be embarrassed babe, I am deeply touched that I got to be your first. The water's getting cold. Why don't we get out and go to your bed."

We got out and dried each other with some super fluffy towels that I didn't know we had. I wasn't about to ask about them. We went into my bedroom carrying some of the candles with us. We lay down on my bed and started kissing again. She reached down to my semi spent rod and started stroking it. "I have an idea sweetheart. I took your cherry, unfortunately mine was taken a few years ago. I can let you take my anal cherry though if you would like."

I couldn't believe my ears. My sister wanted to give me the most intimate part of herself any woman can give. Her anus! I wanted something smooth and sophisticated to come out of my mouth but I am sure a giggle and an embarrassed uh huh was all that came out. She kissed me again and said, "You're so fuckin' cute babe."

"Can I eat your pussy sis?" I asked.

Her answer didn't come in the form of words, but by spreading her legs and pushing my head towards her steaming hot box. I started kissing her thighs and behind her knees, bringing chills to her flesh. I licked up her thighs, to her sweet lips. I ran my tongue around the outer edge and just hinted at going inside. I was rewarded with ecstatic moans, and a stream of pussy juice flowing out of her box. After several minutes of just the outer lips I finally pushed my tongue in. I looked up at her face to see her eyes at half mast and her hot tongue licking her lips. I reached up and spread her pussy open with two fingers exposing her erect clit. My tongue danced all around it, teasing, testing, she was shaking by time I licked that electric twat button. She squealed and grabbed my head and pulled my into her hole. I looked up to see the other hand twisting her nipples. The juices were running steadily out of her pussy and coating my chin.

"Oh fuck Stevie I gonna cum baby! Oh Yes oh yes yes yes YES!!!"

As she came, her thighs clamped painfully around my head causing an audible "pop" from my neck. I was able to contain my yelp of pain and act like it didn't hurt at all.

She looked at me on the verge of tears, "Oh baby, are you ok? I didn't mean to hurt you"

"Hey doll, cool it. I'm fine. I am happy as hell you enjoyed that. Now where were we?"

She seemed to buy my act. Fuck my neck hurt, but it was worth it to make her cum that hard. She rolled onto her belly and reached down beside my bed and came back up with a tube of KY and a dildo with two sides. One side was slim and tapered, the other was about the size of a normal cock. She must have noticed the puzzled look on my face.

"I put this stuff here earlier. Lube me up baby, I am so ready to feel you in my ass!"

My cock was at full staff and throbbing. I wasn't sure if I had anymore spooge in my sac to pump into her. She reached back and spread her ass open for me. I squeezed some of the lube into her ass crack on top of her puckered rose bud. I smeared the stuff all over, then finally pushed some into her anus gently. She moaned loudly and I could see the goose pimples rise on her legs. I started stroking my finger in and out.

I squeezed out a little more KY and added a second finger. Her pussy was dripping now and I could see the sweat standing on her back.

"Are you ready for the toy doll?" I asked.

"Mmm hmmm, let me feel it in my ass baby."

I started working the tapered end of the toy into her tight asshole. She moaned and growled her approval. After a few minutes I had it in up to the hilt.

"Try the other side darling, and hurry, I wanna feel you in there."

I reversed the toy and started working the larger end of the dong into her dirt hole. As I worked the larger phallus in I kept stopping to let her get used to the fullness. I finally had it all in. She was red and sweating and pushing her ass up to meet the toy.

"Fuck my ass now baby! Get your cock in there before I go crazy! I want you Stevie! I want you now!"

I squirted a good amount of the lube into her ass canyon then laid my cock in there. I squeezed her cheeks together and stroked my cock through her valley a few times. She reached back and spread her ass open. I aimed the spongy mushroom tip of my cock at her tiny forbidden opening and started to push in. At first I didn't think I was going to get in. Despite the toying she was uber tight. It was painful for me to get the first third of my cock into her ass. Her hands were threatening to tear a hole in the mattress from the death grip she had on it. She was red and sweating and panting like a dog that had just run five miles in summer. Twice I asked if she was ok and both times she told me to keep going. I was about half way in when I started stroking in and out going a bit deeper on each in stroke. When I finally had my full length in, I held so she'd get used to the fullness. I reached up and trailed my hand across her flat belly and up to her back, where I traced lazy lines along her spine.

"Fuck me now baby. You feel so damn good in my ass! I am so glad I saved this for you. I love you Steve. I really do."

I didn't know what to say, so I leaned forward and she twisted her head back and we kissed, or tongues dueling as we fucked. I was concentrating too hard on not cumming as soon as I started stroking. I started pumping in and out of her ass, she was moaning and growling. She reached back and slipped a couple fingers into her cunt.

She started loosening up and I picked up my pace. Soon I was fucking her tight little asshole like it was a pussy. I was pumping away when she yelled that she was going to cum. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting on her fingers as she came. I couldn't hold any longer and felt my cock lurch and start launching my hot cum deep into her bowels. She screamed her approval and collapsed on the bed. I collapsed on top of her panting.

"I love you Maddie, Oh my god I do!"

She kissed me deeply and I returned her kiss. "I wish you weren't going back to school tomorrow," I said "I have finally learned what it feels like to be loved and it's going to be over."

She cupped my chin in her hand and kissed me again. "Look baby, I'll only be gone for three weeks, we can talk on the phone or chat on line. I'm gonna miss you more than you will know doll."

We talked for a while longer, she told me of a plan for us to live together when she graduates. "We'll move to another state and live together baby. I'll have a good job and I know you have earning potential, along with pleasing me in bed. I think we'll be quite happy."

Just before I drifted off to sleep, with Maddie in my arms, she said; "I don't think we can be exclusive to each other just yet. We'll both date others but we won't become exclusive with anyone. Is that a deal?"

"Hey baby, you don't need to worry about me, I rarely have time for others."

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. I felt an ache I had never felt before. Over the next few weeks I kept busy, waiting for Christmas and Maddie's return. Mike and I got moved into our house and we looked for Diesel at night, he still hadn't shown up to race any of us. I often thought of Maddie, I now count the days til her return.

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Please give me your feedback, it will be much appreciated. I plan on writing a few more chapters to this tale if folk like it well enough, they wont be as long as this, but then we'll all know the players. S H



Princess



All characters are over the age of 18.

Chapter 1

"Sarah-Jane, could you come to the board and solve the equation please? Remember to show your work." Mrs. Stannis, the math teacher at Holy Trinity School for Girls, asked in her quiet voice. The students had talked at length that Mrs. Stannis must have been very attractive in her youth but her sixty plus years had taken their tole. Still, of all the nuns, she was the nicest to her students.

Sarah-Jane, was the star of the school, beautiful, graceful, and an innocence about her that caused others to blush. When she spoke to someone, she engaged them so entirely with her stare that they fell in love almost immediately. Those that were closest to her, however, knew that there was another side to Sarah-Jane that others were often blind about. She had a mean streak, not violent, but humiliating. She, like many of the girls at the school, had taken to female lovers but Sarah-Jane wanted adoration. She wanted to be worshipped by her lovers, she needed to hear how beautiful she was, how in love she had rendered her subjects, and how amazing her body was to behold. The list went on and on. Sarah-Jane was also smart. Really, she was borderline genius and she admitted that sex was merely a tool she used to keep her mind occupied. She wanted to explore her sexuality and learn how far she could get others to go to get her. 

She rose from her seat, so tall, so elegant, never a hair out of place, and curves to accentuate all the right places. Her perfect blonde hair fell just to her shoulders bouncing and flowing behind her as she walked, her blue eyes shimmered, and the tight crew sweater that all students wore, clung to her form so that with every breath, every pair of eyes could watch as her perky 34C breasts rose and fell. She picked up a piece of chalk and quickly solved the equation with all of her work displayed.

"Thank you, Sarah-Jane. You may return to your seat." Mrs. Stannis said.

Without a word, this goddess gave a small curtsy and returned to her seat. As she turned to sit, she spun just a little which caused her skirt to rise in the back, flashing part of the class a better view of her long silky legs. Even with her mean streak, most of the girls felt that without Sarah-Jane, there would be nothing of interest at school. Sarah-Jane was a queen bee and she ruled with a almost fair heart. She was not above taking care of her lovers and she confessed to her closest friends that she was a lesbian by choice, she just loved the way a girl tasted as well as the trembling look on her lover's face after a particularly strong or passionate lovemaking session. She was always in control and she loved being the master of her world. She was compelled to do well in school because she knew that good grades would land her a higher position in the work world and that was just another opportunity to gain more power. So strong was her drive for supremacy that she never would have believed that her days at the top were coming to an end. An end she would enjoy beyond her wildest dreams.

The fresh summer wind brings so many promises on a sunny day with a shimmering clear blue sky. The girls of Holy Trinity were taking their lunch outside, choosing to dine from paper bags under the shade of the old oak tree. The smell of the cool Earth mixed perfectly with the delicious smell of vanilla and cinnamon from the grandfather tree. The birds had returned and chipmunks and squirrels dashed about the grounds in search of crumbs dropped by over-eager and uninterested hands alike. The smell of change was in the air, change of the seasons, a coming of age for some, the end of an age for the other. Some of the students noticed a difference in the air, a charge, a tightly wound coil of electrical energy just waiting for the proper contact points; other's, however, were oblivious. Whether the students noticed the charge or not, they all noticed a new fragrance. The sweetly sour smell of young, fresh picked cherries. The kind of fruit that you hunger for even as the juice trickles across your tongue leaving a smile on your face and a tang in your cheek.

Chapter 2

"Mrs. Russel," the head nun, Mother Superior, began.

"Ms. Lewis, please, or even just Kate. Mr. Russel and I are no longer together."

"....Right, well, Miss Lewis," she began again, "We can appreciate the situation that you are coming from and we are pleased that you are interested in enrolling your daughter at our school. That being said, it is the middle of the year, do you really think that, er,..." she looked down to search for the girl's name.

"Eden," Ms. Lewis offered.

"Exactly. Do you really think that Eden will be able to keep up with the coursework without feeling too overwhelmed?"

"Eden is a bright young girl, she was the top of her class at her last school and she always pushed herself to find more ways to challenge herself. She has a thirst for knowledge that I wish I could have commanded at her age. She is a remarkable girl and I have no doubts in my mind that the school would benefit as much from her enrollment as she would benefit from the school."

"Very well, we will allow her a probationary enrollment into our school. We will print out a list of achievements that Eden will have to meet if she wishes to be removed from probation and allowed to participate fully in the school's programming. The secretary will be able to answer any additional questions you may have as well as provide you with a list of supplies that Eden will need as well as the school dress code. On your way out to finalize the paperwork, please send in your daughter. We have a tradition here where we have face-to-face."

"I will send her in."

Chapter 3

The redhead lay back in bed breathing hard, beads of sweat lie on her forehead, and a content smile rested on her lips. The last orgasm had ripped through her tight body leaving her completely satisfied. Her eyes shone with joy and her smile chased away the shadows of the room as she wrapped her arms around her lover.

"They have this crazy policy at the school were I can't even wear my favorite perfume. This Catholic school thing is going to be hard to get used to. They say that the use of perfume...."thinking of the right word,"...objectifies me, or over sexualizes my appearance to others, or something. They don't even want our deodorant to have a strong scent. I mean, come on! It's like these women want us to either be hippies or sexless nuns."

"Wow, that's a little harsh, I know how much you love that cherry scented perfume. But it is the best school in the area. With your drive and brains you'll be able to get into any school you want." The brunette, out of breath, snuggled closer.

"I'm also not happy about having to wear a uniform." Eden said.

"Oh, its not that bad. If I remember correctly, it was you trying on your uniform that lead to this, exquisite entanglement in the first place." The brunette giggled, lightly tracing her fingertips up her young lover's flawless back.

"Well, I guess they aren't that bad." Eden said with a smile. "Though if I remember correctly, it wasn't so much the uniform as much as the lack of underwear beneath that skirt that got you in the mood." She turned to face her lover, dark strands of hair plastered to her face with sweat. Eden kissed her, letting her tongue travel across the smooth teeth and savoring the sweet taste of her lover's tongue. "Mmmm, I can taste myself on your tongue." She purred as she said these words, feeling a tingle run the length of her spine until it settled deep within her dripping slit. She was getting hot again, feeling the familiar burn, the hunger, the lust devouring her from the inside out. Grabbing her lover's hand she slowly drug the fingers down her body, first across her 34B breasts. Her nipples begin to harden at the light sensual touch from her teasing mistress, next they trailed down her flat, toned stomach. The anticipation of what was to come caused her stomach to do somersaults as she struggled to maintain a slow pace. Slowing down more, she painstakingly ran her lovers fingers across the thin bush of red hair that she kept trimmed just above her slit. "Oh, look at that!" Eden said as her lover's fingers found the top of her hot little pussy, "Looks like I'm still not wearing any panties."

Her lover's breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling with need. In her eyes Eden could see a fire burning that only excited her more. The fire promised that she was going to lose some sleep before her first day of school. She welcomed the lethargy she would feel the next day. She would gladly sacrifice any amount of sleep for the beautiful muse that lay beside her. "You sexy little fox, you know how crazy you drive me." She slowly ran her finger from top to bottom of Eden's slit, flicking her clit intermittently. "Oh the things I'm going to do to you." At her words, Eden trembled, surrendering herself to her lover. Soft lips on her neck, a slow tantalizing lick from her lover's tongue. Eden loved having her neck licked and nibbled on. The feeling of her lover licking and sucking on her neck turned Eden into a faucet, her soft little slit heating up as the juices begin to flow.

Jasmine, the brunette, was a goddess to Eden. Her mocha colored skin, her fine exotic features, long toned legs and captivating smile made her a force to be reckoned with. Eden closed her eyes as her lover moved about her. The anticipation was almost too much to bear but she tried her best to remain still so that her lover could enjoy her body at her own pace. As she kissed Eden, Jasmine's hands traveled across her lover's form gently caressing her breasts trailing her nails down Eden's sides leaving goosebumps on the young woman's skin and causing her to squirm from the delicious sensations. Jasmine moved down slowly, leaving a trail of kisses across her lover's chest. She could taste the salty sweat from their earlier session and it thrilled her. With one hand she softly squeezed Eden's nipple while her mouth devoured the other one, twirling her tongue around and around as the flesh lengthened and hardened from her attention. Still taking her time, trying her best to make Eden beg before she got what she wanted, Jasmine switched her ministrations to the other breast. She scooted lower, kissing down Eden's flat stomach softly giggling as the girl squirmed from side to side. Once she reached Eden's bellybutton she slowly drew in her breath and as her fingernails slowly ran down the girl's legs Jasmine blew a cool jet of air up Eden's slightly moistened body. The reaction was immediate, as soon as the cool air crossed her body Eden clenched her muscles in response to the cold. Once Jasmine felt the clench she raked her fingernails up the inside of Eden's legs, deep enough to scratch but not so deep as to be painful, just enough to show her passion. Eden could feel her hot breath on her delicate lips, she breathed in sharp as Jasmine's tongue delved once more into her waiting depths. Jasmine gave up all pre-tense of teasing as she greedily licked her lover bringing her rapidly closer to an all consuming orgasm. 

"Unnh, right there, right there, please baby don't stop, don't stop! Oh, oh, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum all over your tongue, don't stop! JASMINE!" Eden squealed her lover's name into the night as her pussy squirted into Jasmine's face. Jasmine purred as she drank the tasty fluid, grinning all the while.

Jasmine crawled up the bed to lay beside her lover. As Eden nodded off to sleep she heard Jasmine whisper, "No matter what tomorrow holds, I will keep you in my heart." I wonder what tomorrow does hold Eden thought to herself just before falling into her dreams.

(There will be a part two if it is wanted, please comment and let me know what you think of my first submission. Hope you all enjoyed, plenty more to come for Eden, Sarah-Jane, and Jasmine.) 



Princess Alexandria



Alexandria looked at herself in the oval mirror that stood off to one side from her bed. Her maids had already been; prepared for sleep she looked at her reflection one last time by the candle light, turning this way and that, the short lilac nightie she was wearing rising slightly from the movement, the silk brushing against her hips. Her long brown hair fell down to her shoulders and she pouted at the mirror, only to giggle at how it made her look.

Like some petulant child that had failed to get what she wanted, she thought. 

"...Then again I suppose I am a bit spoilt." She said aloud to herself. 

Alexandria, or to use her full title, Princess Alexandria of Corrongate III, was getting used to her new quarters. She had recently married a dashing prince and was living, or so she had thought, the fairytale life. The marriage had only been a week ago, a huge event; her extended family had come from around the world to wish her the best, which, combined with all the pomp and circumstance, the grandeur... the white doves, had her head still spinning. None of it made any easier by her husband's disappearance directly after the wedding ceremony. He had left a message with one of his couriers that he had to attend to some urgent matters abroad and would be with her as soon as humanly possible. It was all very mysterious and somewhat frustrating. She had been looking forward, though she would never admit it even to herself, to discovering her duties to her husband in the bedchamber. 

She was entirely innocent, as a virgin should be, over what took place behind closed doors between a loving husband and wife. She knew that it made the serving girls titter and blush as she caught snippets of their conversation from time to time, but apart from that, nothing. Nervous about consummating the marriage, she had begun reading into the smiles and glances of her maids, giving their gestures a significance they most likely did not warrant. It was as if they were all privy to a secret she herself was exempt from. 

She was a princess for goodness sake! She should not be left out from anything. Alexandria stamped her foot in front of the mirror, pouting for real this time. Almost as if the reverberation had set something off within the castle, she heard banging as the sound of doors below crashed open. Was he back? If he was, judging from the sound of the voices drifting up to her bedchamber, he sounded angry. Again she thought to herself how little she knew of her husband. Naturally it had all been arranged by her parents and though she had met her husband, the meetings had all been vigorously chaperoned making it nigh on impossible to communicate about anything other than the weather and the petty intrigues of court. He was a tall man, well-built, with flaming red hair; a steely countenance that gave the impression that he would brook no disobedience, worn as a knight would wear a helmet into battle, was across his face at all times. And so in her eyes he was an enigma, a man that at once sparked her curiosity as it did her fear of the unknown. Would he be gentle with her? 

Imagining that he might very well come up to see her... to legitimatize the marriage, to claim her, Alexandria quickly sat down behind her vanity table and started to put make-up on. She wanted to look her best for him, but before she was half-way through, her door burst open and in he came. He took her in with one glance, saw what she was doing and frowned.

"Princess, do you know what time it is? You should be in bed sleeping, not preening yourself before a mirror. I need you to be alert when you conduct your housekeeping duties, not bleary-eyed and incessantly yawning."

"I.. I'm sorry. I thought...You might have wanted to... I was going to bed eventually! Though at first, taken aback by his criticism and his aggressive body language, she was unable to coherently frame a reply, but being unaccustomed to being spoken in such a tone, she defiantly spoke up and was now glowering from across the room at him. 

Calmly he put his riding hat on the stand by the door, and causally shoved off his jerkin onto the floor. Walking to her side, he stood towering above her and was not surprised when he saw some trepidation enter her eyes. 

"I will not be spoken to like that in my own home, nor by my own wife. You will find that I can be a harsh but fair taskmaster, but that by talking back to me or in fact expressively disobeying my commands in any way, you forsake yourself of the protection that I as your husband offer you. Do you understand?"

"I am not your slave! I am a princess and I demand to be treated as one! You have no rig--...."

She was stopped in the middle of her sentence by him as he picked her up with ease and carried her to the edge of the bed where he laid her, kicking and wriggling, firmly across his lap. 

"I will treat you exactly as a princess should be treated. For even a princess sometimes needs to be reminded that she is still naught but a girl. And what happens to girls that are naughty? He asked with a slight smile as his hand strayed across her bottom. 

"How dare you. When my..."

Stopping her protests with the palm of his hand, he began to soundly spank the princess, who writhing and squirming as best she could, was unable to escape her husband's chastisement of her behind. Alexandria could not believe what was happening. Needless to say she was mortified that her most private areas were being exposed and treated so roughly. She hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl. Her nanny had spanked her when she misbehaved and being quite an adventurous, wild-hearted spirit, she had gone over her knee more than once. But that had been ten years ago if not more. She was a fully-grown woman of nineteen years now and to be taken in such a way, even by her own husband, left her feeling vulnerable and... something else she couldn't quite put her finger on, excited? Meanwhile as Alexandria was trying to make sense of the feelings she was experiencing, her assailant's hand was tugging the hemline of her undergarments. Before she knew what was going on, he had tugged them down to her knees and was caressing her bare bottom which had already begun to turn a light shade of red. 

"Well what do we have here?" He murmured as he hand gently squeezed and stroked her upturned cheeks. "I am happy that we've become acquainted on this footing, it'll make things much easier in the future now that you have an inkling of how I expect you to be around me: subservient, malleable and above all accountable for deeds that mustn't go unpunished."

Deaf to the sound of her cries and entries to desist he started afresh on her bottom, allowing his wide palm to resound loudly alongside her yelps. Soon she was crying like a little girl, making soothing noises he gathered her in his arms and held her; rocking back and forth while gingerly patting her back, he started kissing the nape of her neck.    

Unsure whether she was angry at him or not Alexandria, purring under her breath, brushed the hair that had fallen over her face and met his kisses with her own. Their mouths met and, with the impertinent dominance she was beginning to associate with him, he explored with his tongue her mouth with such persistence she began to whimper. Suddenly he stood up; tumbling onto the floor, she looked up reproachfully at him.

"Hey, careful!" 

He looked sternly at her and she piped down. Her bottom was still sore and she had no intention of being spanked again. When she followed the gaze of his eyes she saw with alarm that he was eying the riding crop that he had brought into the room with him. 

"Please, no. Not that. I'll be a good girl." She looked to the floor in what she hoped was a submissive fashion and softly said, "I've learnt my lesson."

"Perhaps you have... very well then." He cupped her cheek in his hand. "Then it is time for you to fulfil your role as my wife." As he spoke his hand fumbled with his belt and he slid his trousers down. His cock was already hard. "There you go, Princess." Alexandria's eyes were wide as saucers as she stared at his huge member. 

"You want me to.... put it into my mouth? Suck it? She gulped. But dutifully, afraid of the consequences of disobeying, leaned forward on her knees and stuck out her tongue to taste it. 

"That's it darling."

Opening her mouth she slowly enveloped the cock, and with his hand at the back of her head, moved back and forth over it, caressing it with her tongue as she did. Letting it leave her mouth, she started licking his balls and by the groans he was making she knew she was doing something right. She went down his shaft once again and he violently seized her scalp, forcing her to deep-throat. She started to choke so he let her get some air. Panting, with saliva and pre-cum on her lips, she looked up at her lord and master for confirmation that she was pleasing him. 

In response, he bent down and lifting her in his arms deposited her on the silk sheets of the bed. With care he lifted the nightie over her head, until she was lying naked in front of him. Shy, she tried to cover herself up. But he caught hold of her hands and held them akimbo, so he could feast his eyes on her splendid body. He then flipped her over and his eyes were rewarded with, no longer her blushes, but with her well-spanked ass. Getting his knees between her legs he managed to hold them apart and was presented with her virgin pussy. With one hand resting on the small of her back, his other explored gently the avenue from whence he was going to consecrate his marriage. She bucked underneath him as his fingers probed and delved inside her. Moaning, her face in the pillow, she thrust against his hand, realizing, as she did so, the spectacle she must be giving; no better than a common harlot she thought, but she didn't care. 

"Now princess, I want you to relax. This'll hurt a bit. Can you do that for me?

Fear came flooding back as she realized what he was intending to do. She looked over her shoulder. He was positioning himself above her; she could feel the head of his cock brushing her opening. She braced herself. He thrust. A mixture of pain and pleasure assaulted her as he slowly but surely drove his cock all the way inside her, until he bottomed out and rested himself fully inside her. For a brief moment he allowed her to get used to the sensation, before he withdrew and slowly started pumping away. Clawing at the bed-sheets, she tried to clamber away. But he wasn't going to let her free. He was breaking her in and she had to be a good girl and endure it. The steady gyration of his hips, pistons flaring, creating an unalterable momentum that she was powerless to stop.

Without exactly knowing when, Alexandria realized she was rising in time with his thrusts; meeting him and clenching around his cock. Furthermore she was now moaning in pleasure, in ecstasy if anything. Noticing this, her master rose on his haunches so he could look at the pretty young girl that he was making his. Smiling in satisfaction at how she was loving it, he lightly spanked her red bottom some more, before lowering himself back down again. Kissing her hair, her neck, her fingertips, he continued to fuck her. 

"Oh, God, harder!" She moaned as he intensified the rhythm. Just when she thought she could take it no longer, he moaned.

"I'm coming." He closed his eyes and released inside her. He rolled off her and she instantly curled around his naked supine body. As he stroked her hair she looked adoringly up at his face, on it was a faint smile, a piece of the puzzle, of the enigma, solved. She now knew what sort of man he was. 

To Ally