8 comments/ 49117 views/ 8 favorites The Princess By: adambishop We arrived at the restaurant at nine, half an hour before she was secluded to arrive. Who is she you ask? Well, I can't give away any specific details, but we were going to be dining with royalty, a princess to be precise. My business isn't quite as successful as I might like, but apparently the princess was a bit of a fan of my designs, and her people had called me to make arrangements for a meeting. Supposedly she would be able to recognise my wife and I in person, but as the whole deal was set up in advance I'd have no chance to test this. Not that I would argue against this trivia; I'm kind of quiet and don't shake a lot of hands, but my wife is always a hit and has many close friends in high places. The restaurant is right in the center of the cultural heart of the city, (which city is another detail I will keep to myself) and despite its location is not well known to those of lesser privilege, so thankfully there were no photographers or insane fans. Our table was located near the back of the building, not anywhere near the kitchen or bathrooms mind you, and we took our seats and enjoyed some light conversation. My wife is a very attractive woman (I felt I chose well), she is a few inches shorter than myself, her legs are long and toned and her breasts are small but firm, that night she was wearing a long black dress with a plunging neckline, and her shoulder length cherry red hair was carefully arranged to complement her angelic features. "I've never told you this, but I'm a huge fan," she said to me. "Really?" "Oh yes, I've always imagined what it would be like to be royalty, and whenever I see her on the television my knees go weak. I just hope I don't do anything to embarrass myself." "I'm sure you'll be fine. Just don't overindulge on wine tonight." Just as we were just approaching a lull in our conversation the limousine arrived in front, and the unnamed princess was carefully escorted into the building. "Unnamed princess" is a bit of a mouthful, so lets call her Princess Amy. She was expertly maneuvered to our table without getting close to the other patrons. I love my wife very much and I am very attracted to her, but I had to admit to myself that this woman completely demolished my concept of beauty. The princess is a good foot taller than Susan, taller than I would usually find attractive, she is a natural blond for sure and her that night her long hair was practically sparking under the dim lights. She was wearing a similar dress to that of my wife, though certainly a good deal more expensive I'd guess, and her breasts were just as exposed; truly a sight to behold. Princess Amy took a seat opposite myself then sent away her bodyguard to some out of sight corner. Once it was just the three of us she seemed to relax, and so we ordered our meals. "Princess Amy," my wife said, "It is such an honor to meet you, I'm your biggest fan!" "If you say so dear," the princess replied with a slight smile, "And please, just call me Amy." "Excuse my wife," I said, gently patting Susan's knee, "She tends to wear her emotions on her sleeve." "No need to apologise," Amy said while looking at my wife, "I'm always pleased to meet a fan, perhaps you will be able to show me just how you feel as the evening progresses." The food was excellent of course, but as I wasn't paying my wife ignored my advice and drank a great deal more than she normally would. By the time the majority of the meal was over with she was definitely a tad tipsy, but I had been enjoying myself immensely so I decided not to comment. As we were enjoying our dessert the conversation returned to Susan's admiration of Amy. "So," the princess began, "You say you are my biggest fan?" "Certainly," Susan answered, "I follow your every move, I own everything with your face on it, I think I'd do just about anything for you-" "No need to say something like that," I interrupted before thing got embarrassing, "I'm sure Amy believes your little story." Princess Amy grinned nonchalantly and placed her spoon down on the tablecloth, "I wouldn't be so sure of that, I'm very famous and frequently converse with my fans, you would be surprised just how fanatic some people can be." "What my wife says must be the truth," I said with a bit of an edge, "She isn't crazy but I've known her a long time and she is quite passionate." "Passionate?" Princess Amy said slyly, "Perhaps she would like the chance to prove herself." "Anything," said Susan, "No limit." "Just be reasonable," I added. The princess pushed her plate forward, put her hands down flat on either side of it and said, "How about you show me a tit?" I was taken aback completely. Never had I heard such language from someone so well groomed (at least not in such a public location). I felt the need to interrupt but Susan didn't miss a beat. She pulled the left shoulder of her dress down, adjusted her bra and exposed her breast to the room. I had expected a hasty excuse, but instead got something incredibly horrifying. "Very nice," said the princess while leering my wife, "Perhaps you could be my number one fan . . . ." I was relieved that it was over, despite the slight bulge emerging in my underwear. "However," she continued, "You can't just rest on your laurels. What one person is willing to do another is willing to do better." "Please," Susan begged, "Just say the word. I can beat anyone." "Very well. First, show me the other one." In a flash it too was out. "Good. Now for the real test. I want you to do exactly as I order," she paused for effect, "Get out of your chair, climb down underneath the table, spread my legs, and eat out my sweet little pussy." My earlier shock was nothing compared to that moment. Susan was obviously surprised herself, and she looked at me questioningly. I quickly shook my head, in order to dissuade her from making a fool out of us again. "Please," I said to them both, "Haven't things gone far enough already? This is rediculous" Susan wrapped her hand around mine for just a second, and I was relieved, but then she pushed her chair back and slid beneath the table as ordered. Princess Amy looked at me and said, "Are you enjoying this? You realise that your wife is between my legs right now." "Don't make her do this!" I pleaded, "We're married for Gods sake!" "I don't really care." From where I was sitting I could see the tablecloth rise as my wife's head emerged from beneath, then a pair or hands lifted the expensive dress. Princess Amy raised her backside from the seat for just a second, then placed a set of intricately decorated panties next to her plate. "Your wife is touching me. She is stroking my thighs and kissing me." I could feel myself turning slightly red with anger. "Oh! Your wife must not be new to this, her tongue is so agile, such accuracy." "Now she is inside me, she is holding me open while she devours me with her pretty little mouth." She silently moved one hand onto her breast while the other rested on Susan's head. "Oh, oh wow. She is quite talented, your wife, she knows just what to do to me . . . oh yes!" Princess Amy's head tilted back and her mouth stayed slightly open. The hand on her breast brushed aside the dress and began softly rubbing the nipple beneath. "OH! Oh yes. That tongue is amazing. GOD!" "Oh, it seems that she... she had found my little clit . . . Oh my God! YES! YES!" She began to writhe in her seat as Susan worked her magic from below. I was very, very angry, but also incredibly aroused. As I watched the beautiful princess sit there and enjoy herself I discretely began to rub myself through my pants. "YES! YES! THAT HEAVENLY TONGUE! YOUR WIFE, SHE IS TRULY MY GREATEST FAN!" Princess Amy arched her back in a fit of ecstasy and let out a soft prolonged moan through her gritted teeth. She seemed to sink back into herself, and the telltale bulge in her dress shrank down. A moment later Susan rose back up from beneath the table and dropped into her chair. Her carefully arranged hair was now a mess, her makeup was smeared and her face was glistening with womanly nectar. She reached across and gave my member a playful squeeze, winking at me. "Well," she said, "It will take one hell of a fan to top that." "Indeed," Princess Amy said as she recovered. "I think that we may have to arrange another meeting in the near future." The two women leaned over the table and shared a passionate kiss, then Princess Amy rose. "I'll be leaving now. How about you show your husband that you still care." As the princess left Susan unzipped me and slid below the table once more... The Princess Author's note #1: Thanks to Hollandguy for his help in editing this story. Author's note #2: Some of you may have seen this story before on a website that is now defunct. However I am the original author of this story. It is not plagiarized. Author's note #3: Even though some of the characters start out as minors, All sexual acts in this story takes place after the characters have turned 18 years old. Portlanddrew -------------------------------------------------- "Princess Michelea Jordansa Patricila Smikto, do you take this man, Eric Edward Franko to be your lawfully wedded husband. To be your consort and father of your heirs to the throne?" I thought back to how I had met Michelle, as I had first come to know her. It was when I was a freshman at the University of Ginstaka. I entered my first class of the year and saw there was open chair next to a gorgeous blonde. So, I walked over to her and asked, "excuse me is this seat taken?" "No, please sit down," she replied. So I sat down. Introduced myself as Eric Franko. She said, "my name is Michelle Smith." I thought I detected a bit of an accent, but decided not to ask at the present time. We made small talk until class started. We had to go our separate ways after that class. But, we met up a little bit later on in another class. Again I sat by her and we talked a little bit more I found out that she lived in my dorm just one floor above me. I decided to take a chance and asked if she would like to meet me for dinner in the dining hall that evening. She smiled and said, "I'd be glad to Eric." We met for dinner and made some small talk getting to know each other better. She said that she was from Cewasento, the capital of Lorwansa. But she didn't tell at that point that she was royalty. We continued to sit next to each other all during first semester. We studied together for our finals. I asked her out for a date after our first final was done and much to my happiness she accepted. For the rest of the school year Michelle and I spent a lot of time together. One time after a date I had asked her if she wanted to have sex, she told me that she wanted to wait a while longer but that she would be willing to give me either a hand job or a blow job. I took her up on the blow job and after about ten minutes shot a load of my spunk down her throat. I found out that Michelle was going home for the summer so I made sure I got her phone number. I called her a few times during the summer. This was her private number so again I had no way to find out her real identity. Just before school started up I arranged to meet her at the airport. I helped her move her stuff into her apartment. Then we went out to dinner. We discussed our schedules and found out that we again had several of the same classes together. Our second year together was pretty much the same as our first. She finally told me that she didn't want to have sex until she got married. I admired her for her dedication to her future husband. One day when we were studying at her apartment during our junior year she asked me if I could get her a glass of water. I said, "Anything for you my princess." "What? How did you find out?, " she asked. "What do you mean?," I asked. "You mean you don't know?" "Know what, Michelle," She took a deep breath and said, "You have to promise me you will not tell anybody about this. Please." I agreed. "Michelle Smith is not my real name, it's actually Michelea Jordansa Patricila Smikto." "You mean to tell me you're Princess Michelea of Lorwansa?," I asked. "Yes." It was then that I remembered something about Lorwansa's royal family, all of the women had red hair and green eyes. "Don't all of the members of the Lorwansa royal family have red hair and green eyes?" "Well I guess since the cat is out of the bag I might as well show you." She reached under her long blonde hair and undid some clips she pulled off the wig and then shook her head and her long red hair fell down her back. She then removed two colored contact lenses and showed me her sparkling green eyes. "I never would have guessed," I told her. "That's the way it was supposed to be," she said. "Do you want me to start calling you by your real name or should I stick with Michelle?" "I'd prefer that you call me Michelle, at least for now." "Michelle, I've been in love with since the middle of our freshman year." "I feel the same way, Eric." In May of that year after we got back to her place after a date we went inside for a nightcap. I got down on knee pulled out a ring and asked "Michelle will you marry me?" She smiled and I could see the tears start to form in her eyes. "Under the condition that my parents approve of you, Yes, there's nothing in the world that would make me happier than to be your wife," she said. I smiled and leaned over and kissed her as I slipped the ring on her finger. "You need to come with me to Lorwansa this summer to meet my parents and family," she continued. We made the arrangements and after our finals were done we each packed up a suitcase and headed to the airport. She had a private plane waiting there for her. We got on board and were soon headed to her home country. During the flight she removed the wig and contact lenses. When we arrived in Lorwansa there was a limousine waiting there to take us to the palace. We were escorted into the throne room by a pair of guards who were then dismissed to the entry of the throne room. A man who appeared to be in his late forties stood up from his throne and approached us. Michelle ran up to him and hugged him and kissed him, saying "Hi, Daddy." She then led him over to where I had remained standing. "So, you want to marry my daughter?," he asked. "Yes, majesty." I replied. "Why?" "Sir, I've been in love with your daughter for a better part of three years." "When did you find out that she was a princess?" "just a little bit earlier this year." "How did you find out?" "Sir, we were studying together for a test. Michelle asked me to get something for her and I replied 'Anything for you my princess' using princess as pet name. Then she told me the truth." "Did that affect your decision in asking her to marry you?" "Absolutely not, majesty. I actually had already been planning on asking her to marry me." "Do you know how my daughter feels about you?" "She has said on several occasions that she loves me." "I'll talk this over with the Queen and Michelea but I think for now that it looks as though we will be approving your suit." "Thank you, Your majesty." "Guards, show this man to a guest room preferably near the Princess Michelea's quarters." "Yes, Your majesty." I followed a pair of guards down a long corridor and up two flights of stairs. They led me down another hallway and stopped in front of a large door. One of them then opened inside was a room almost as large as my parents house. It appeared that the room was about 2000 square feet. "This will be your room for the duration of your stay, every morning a maid will come and change the sheets and tidy up the room unless you indicate otherwise by hanging the red flag outside your door," one of the guards said. "Where is Michelea's room?" "Just right across the hall sir." he pointed to another door. I went into my room and unpacked my suitcase. I then took a shower and got dressed in a clean set of clothes. After a shave I went back out into the main room. A minute later a knock came on my door. I opened the door and Michelea stood outside, she practically jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately. "Daddy, says it will take the better part of a year to make all of the necessary arrangements but that he's going let us get married." "That's perfect." I kissed her again. "There's more," she said. "After you left Daddy asked just how intimate we had been. So I told him. But then he surprised me by saying that he thought that saving oneself for marriage was an outdated concept. So if you want tonight after dinner I'm all yours." "I'll have to take you up on that offer. But for now how about a tour of the castle?" "Sure thing." She grabbed me by the arm a pulled me onto my feet and then linked her arm in mine very possessively. The tour of the castle took almost an hour and a half. She had me meet her five sisters and three first cousins, one of the sisters was 20; Amandrea Cindier Rachellita Smikto (Amanda), two were a set of twins at 19 years old Wenderance Daniellac Kellyen Smikto (Wendy) and Samantra Teresetax Laurenda Smikto (Samantha). Two cousins who had just turned 18; the twins Holleray Nicolvai Georgiana Smikto (Holly) and Elizabetany Farrahiba Victoriaqia Smikto (Lisa). Two more sisters that were 17 and 16 respectively, Barbareta Xandria Isabellen Smikto (Barbara) and Olivanda Quincera Zolina Smikto (Olivia). The last one a cousin was 16, Yancailina Umaria Monicala Smikto (Yancy). Both of those last two turned 17 during the summer. All of Michelea's sisters and cousins took an immediate liking to me, but I was a little bit curious about one thing. "Michelea don't you have any brothers or male cousins?" "No, it's part of an ancient problem with my family all of the females can only have daughters." "How long has this been going on in your family?" "Several hundred years as far as I can remember from the papers I have read in the family archives." The tour continued until I had seen most of the palace. Two hours after the tour ended we were called for dinner. It was an small meal to welcome the daughter home for the summer. "Mr. Franko, we will make a public announcement tomorrow, however it pleases me to say that we are going to let you marry Michelea," said the king. Michelea gave another yelp of joy and again kissed me very passionately. Her father cleared his throat very loudly and she broke the kiss a little bit flushed with embarrassment. We sat at the dinner table for at least two hours just talking and letting me get to know each of the other family members better. Then as was another tradition we all played cards for another hour. Finally around 9:00 Michelea stood up stretched and said, "Excuse me it's been a very long day for me and I'd like to head to bed." Her father nodded and as she left I stood and excused myself as well. As I passed by the king, he grabbed my arm and said in a very low voice, "I know you're going to fuck my daughter tonight, but please don't get her pregnant until the wedding. You probably can guess the problems that would arise from a princess getting pregnant out of wedlock." I replied, "Yes, majesty." "Now, you and my daughter go have your fun." Michelea met me just outside the door to the card room and grabbed my hand and pulled me off to her room. As she was closing the door she told me to watch what she did carefully. She touched a button by the door and a small red banner rolled out beside the door. "This tells the servants that I don't want to be disturbed." With that she closed the door and threw the lock on it. "Finally we're alone," I said. "Yes, and I'm all yours tonight." I knew that Michelea was a virgin, but I had a little experience from before I got to college. We kissed a little bit. Then I began to unbutton her shirt. I kissed my way down her chest. I then pulled the shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. She sat down on the bed and pulled off her shoes. I kissed around her breasts which were still encased in her bra. I pulled of my shirt, shoes and socks. All Michelea was wearing now were her pants, panties and bra. So I reached over and unsnapped the top button on her jeans and then unzipped them. She arched her hip upwards and I slowly tugged them over her hips. My pants came off next and my hardening cock was visible through my boxers. She then unsnapped her bra and added them to the pile of clothes on the floor. I leaned forward and took her right breast fully in my mouth and began sucking on it. Michelea gave a gasp of pleasure at this, so I moved over to her other breast and repeated the process. When I stopped we looked at each other and then pulled down our underwear. Michelea had a very hairy red bush. My cock was sticking straight out in front of me. She began to drop to her knees so that she could give me a blow job. However I stopped her and got her to lay down on the bed. "I want to eat your pussy while you suck my cock," I said. She got on top of me and brought her mouth to the head of my cock. Slowly she began to lick the head of my penis. While she was doing this I stuck out my tongue and ran it delicately along the folds of her pussy. For a minute she lifted her mouth off of my cock and said "Oh, my god that feels so good. Don't stop." I licked my way deeper into her pussy and finally she had and orgasm spraying her juices into my mouth. I pulled my mouth away from her pussy and asked her, "Well, Michelea do you think that you're ready to have sex yet?" "Yes, please make love to me." I turned her around and flipped us over so that I was on top of her. I gently kissed her on the lips. I brought my cock up to the lips of her pussy and gently rubbed them along the folds of it. She moaned in pleasure as I slowly pushed it inside. I could feel just how tight her pussy was. Just a little ways in I ran into an obstacle. I stopped for a second and kissed her on the lips and then said, "Michelea, honey, this may hurt just a little bit." She nodded in understanding. So I thrust my cock forward and through her cherry, she screamed out loud and I kissed her again to help quiet her down. I pushed my cock as deep into her pussy as I could get it. I could feel the head of my dick rubbing the entrance to her womb. I then began to slowly thrust in and out of her vagina. The walls of Michelea's pussy were very tight and I could feel them contracting around my cock as I fucked her. I fucked her through several mini orgasms and each time I came a little bit closer to blowing my load deep into her pussy. Since I knew I was close to cumming I began to increase the speed of my strokes into her cunt. Finally Michelea screamed out as she had a huge orgasm. I took two more strokes and as my balls hit the lips of her pussy I let a huge load of sperm go in search of the egg which thankfully wasn't there. I could feel my cock begin to shrivel, so I pulled it out of her pussy and rolled off the top of her and laid beside her on her bed. She kissed me and said, "That was wonderful, I want you to make love to me every night as long as were here." "Well, we'll need to get some condoms or get you on the pill. You don't want to get pregnant before we get married." "Can't you just pull out before you cum?" That's not always one hundred percent safe. I don't want your father getting upset at me and then call off the wedding." "There's no way I'll let him do that." We relaxed on her bed for another twenty minutes before I felt my cock begin to rise again and when Michelea saw this she smiled and said, "Please, Eric make love to me again." "Anything for you my Princess." Remembering the day I found that she was a princess, she chuckled at my statement. Our second love making session was a lot longer than the first. This time she had several real orgasms each time I thought that I would lose my load with each of her orgasms but I managed to stave it off at the last second. We fucked for a good forty minutes this time before I filled her pussy with a second load of my sperm. We both got up and used the bathroom, then went back to her bed and quickly fell asleep. Her alarm clock went off at 6:00 am, I woke up with my usual morning wood, and when I found Michelea next to completely naked I knew that she wouldn't mind being fucked. I slowly slid my cock past her butt cheeks and to her pussy lips. She gasped and said "Good morning, Eric. I pushed my erect penis all the way into her cunt in one smooth motion. I made love to her for fifteen minutes and then fired a load of cum into her pussy. We then got up and each took a shower after drying off I put on a robe and went across the hall to my room. I dressed in some clean clothes and put on deodorant and after shave. Meeting Michelea in the hall we went up to breakfast. After breakfast Michelea went back to her room and put on her disguise that was her usual wont at college. I also found a disguise that would work for me, even though no one here knew me. She and I headed into town on bikes taking the underground passage that came out in a park in the middle of town. We went to several stores doing some shopping including looking at possible wedding rings. Finally we went into a drug store and bought several boxes of condoms. When we got back to the castle she went to see her doctor who gave her a supply of birth control pills. We went up to the main office of her father, he announced to us that he was going to hold a press conference that evening to announce the engagement. When the king made the announcement that night I was still in the disguise that I had worn that day. The king just announced me as her fiancé. Michelea and I stayed in Lorwansa for two months, we made love most every night. When it was time for us to go back to school her parents, sisters, and cousins sent us off to the airport with hugs and kisses. College for our senior year was very busy. Michelea and I now lived together but still kept her identity secret from all of our friends. They did however know that we were engaged. Michelea managed to graduate after winter term. She went home to prepare for the wedding. When May finally rolled around I was very happy to see finals week come. I passed all of my finals, one barely. As soon as I had my diploma I got on the private plane that the Michelea's father had sent for me. He had also sent five guys over to our apartment. They packed up all of our belongings and packed them into a moving van, which two of them would be driving the 4500 miles to Lorwansa's capital. When I boarded the plane I was greeted very enthusiastically by Michelea, who I hadn't seen in three months. On the flight to Lorwansa we made love twice and then got cleaned up for the landing. Michelea had brought the same disguise that I wore when the king announced our engagement. I changed into it. We got into a waiting car as soon as the plane had landed and sped off for the castle. When we got there the king called us into his office and said "the wedding is in three weeks." Michelea and I enjoyed the next three weeks together. She took me on a huge tour of Lorwansa. We saw all of the sights to see. Korbalta Falls, which was over 3,500 feet tall. She also took me through Toraxzala Canyon, which the Unjawka River ran through. We also went high into the Ruwdapta Mountain range, several of the peaks in this range were well over 18,000 feet. Finally it was time to return to the castle. I was not allowed to see her for two full days before the wedding. It was a tradition in Lorwansa that the bride and groom spend most of that time in solitude. When the morning of the wedding arrived several courtiers arrived at my door about half an hour after breakfast. They spent the better part of an hour getting me fully clean. Then they began to dress me in an outfit that was worth more money than most people would see in two years. When I was fully dressed I was escorted up to the great hall. I was led up to the front and took my place by the altar. About ten minutes later the music swelled and the doors to the great hall opened. Michelea walked in escorted by the king. She looked absolutely radiant. She had on a dress made of pure red silk. It was another tradition in Lorwansa that the bride always wore red silk on her wedding day. The dress had a train that extended back a good thirty feet behind her. Her face was covered by a veil made of lace. When she reached the altar I took her arm and the king stepped off to the side. The Princess The priest signaled to the organist and the music stopped. Then he announced to the audience which consisted of Michelea's family, some of the courtiers, and my younger sister, Angela. She had been invited by the king to stay at the castle for the entire summer. "We are gathered here today to join the princess Michelea and this man in marriage. Is there anyone who objects to this ceremony going further." Of course no one said anything. "Let us proceed," the priest intoned. "Princess Michelea Jordansa Patricila Smikto, do you take this man, Eric Edward Franko to be your lawfully wedded husband. To be your consort and father of your heirs to the throne?" "I do," came her voice. Michelea then put her ring on my finger. The ring was a 24K gold band. "Eric Edward Franko will you take the Princess Michelea to be your lawfully wedded wife. To be her consort, and father to the heirs of Lorwansa?" "I do." Michelea's wedding ring was also 24K gold embossed with diamonds, emeralds, rubies and sapphires. I slipped this on the finger. "King Kamerterion do you approve of this union,?" asked the priest. "By all means, I do," replied the king. The priest then said, "I now pronounce you princess and consort." "Then let it be known throughout the Kingdom that it is a day of celebration for the princess Michelea is now married. And furthermore Michelea's husband has a new title, he henceforth shall be known as Crown Prince Eric," said the king. "You may kiss the bride," said the priest. "Don't mind if I do," I said. I lifted up Michelea's veil and pulled her in for a very passionate kiss. We then ran out of the great hall and down to her old room, which was now our room. We quickly got out of our wedding clothes. When we were both fully undressed I knew I had to have her one time before we went up to the reception. "Mrs. Franko we need to properly start off our lives together." "And how would that be, Mr. Franko," she replied with a merry twinkle in her eyes as she reached for my quickly stiffening cock. We quickly made love this time without any protection as we wanted to get her pregnant as soon as possible. We lay together for several minutes after I had shot my sperm deep into her pussy hoping for the best results. We then got cleaned up and dressed ourselves in everyday clothes. We went up to the reception, where Angela ran up to us. She hugged and kissed me and Michelea. "Wow, Eric you are such a lucky man, to have met Michelea." She had flown in the day before the wedding and was the only one I was allowed to see. She had known about "Michelle" but not until she got to the castle did she get to hear the full story. Of course it now could be known what had happened. Michelea and I took turns telling Angela the full story of how we had met fallen in love and my discovery of her being a princess. Two days later Michelea and I took off on our three week honeymoon. We spent the first week in Zabola, a country with lush tropical rain forests and plenty on wildlife, we made love every single night under the stars. The second week we traveled to several other countries so that the heads of state could meet us. The third week we spent on some islands in the Orwantalo Ocean, which touched the southern coast of Lorwansa. Two weeks after we came back to the castle Michelea took a pregnancy test, since we had been fucking every day on our honeymoon, without any sort of protection. It came out positive. We went upstairs to her fathers' private chambers and gave him the happy news. Needless to say he was ecstatic. Then he asked, "Michelea have you told Eric about the other conditions of marrying you?" I was wondering just what the king meant. "No, daddy I haven't. I was going to, but I wanted to wait until after you made the public announcement of my pregnancy." "Well then, I'll just have to tell him." "Tell me what highness?" "It used to be that we allowed for a prince to take multiple wives. But that hasn't been allowed for a long time. It seems that about the time this practice was discontinued the women of the family started to have only girls for children. Since we want to have an actual male heir we are starting a new tradition in the family. The eldest princess, that's Michelea, is the only one allowed to get married. All of her sisters and cousins basically become extra wives for the new prince. But only after they reach 18 summers old will they be bound to you." "So If I understand you correctly majesty, I now actually have seven wives?" "Not yet, the ceremony for each will be held separately. One a month for the next six months,except for the two sets of twins, those will all be done the same day. By then Olivanda and Yancailina will almost be eighteen. So we can start planning your weddings to those two as well." "Michelea you're okay with this?" "Yes, Eric. I love you, I love my sisters and cousins, but I love Lorwansa even more. I need to do what is best for it. And I believe that this is what is best." I hugged Michelea tightly to me and gave her a long kiss on the lips. "Your wedding to Princess Amandrea will be held one week from tomorrow in the common room. You just need to wear what you usually wear around here. The months after that it will be Samantra, Wenderance, Holleray, Elizabetany, and Barbareta." I went back up to Michelea's and my room, while she stayed and talked with her parents, siblings, and cousins. Angela was standing outside the door. She smiled and came up and hugged me. "So you're going to be a father," she stated as soon as we were inside the room. "Yes, we just found out that Michelea is pregnant." "Well I have some other news, Mom sent me some old papers, and it turns out that I was adopted when I was very young. Before you were one year old." "What. I wondered why they waited until now to tell you?" "I don't know. But what I do know is since we aren't blood relatives I want to become one of your wives as well." I was floored the woman I had known as my sister for twenty years now tells me she isn't related to me at all. And that she wants to marry me. "You'll have to talk to King Kamerterion about this." "I already have. He's had some of his people look into it. All of the paperwork appears to be in order. All that has to be done now is a DNA test to make absolutely sure that there is no blood relation. Then he's agreed that if it's okay with you I can also marry you." I, of course, loved Angela, but this was still a little too much too think about in a short span of time. "I need to think about this overnight," I told her. "Can I at least sleep with you, so that we can get used to it?" "What will Michelea think?" "We'll go tell her and see what she thinks." "Okay," I agreed. She led me back downstairs. When we got to the parlor I decided to break the news to Michelea. "I've just found out that Angela was adopted when I was very young. She's not related to me. She just told me that she also wants to become one of my wives." "I know, Daddy told me all about it when you two were upstairs." "She even wants to sleep with me tonight 'so we can get used to it'." "I think that's a great idea," said the king. "So do I," said my wife. "Which room do we use?," Angela asked. "You two can take the room you are currently using," he said to my sister. "Goodnight all, I have to go make love to my brother." Angela grasped me by the hand and basically pulled me all the way up to her room. I had caught glimpses of Angela's wonderful body a few times when we were growing up but I never got to see her fully naked until we got inside her room. I touched the button that unrolled the red flag and then locked the door. She turned so that her back was facing me and asked asked me to unzip her dress. I did so and her floor length dress pooled at her feet. She picked it up and then hung it over the back of a chair. She turned and faced me. She now was only wearing a red bra and panties plus thigh high stockings. I pulled Angela towards me and kissed her tentatively. She kissed me back with a passion that I never knew she had inside of her. I quickly took off all of my clothes except for my boxer shorts. Angela unsnapped her bra from the front and let her 34 C breasts be exposed. Her red panties came down next showing off her thick thatch of blonde pubic hair. I stepped towards her and gathered her in my arms and led her over to the bed. I pulled down my boxers and let my dick spring free. Angela gasped. "Eric I saw your penis, once when I was seventeen, you had come home from your first year of college. I was going past your room and saw you dressing. I wanted you then and there but I knew that since you had met Michelea and since I thought that we were actually related, that it was forbidden. I finally did lose my virginity at my senior prom to Jeff Verkold." "You mean that ass Jeff took my sisters virginity?" "I didn't know what an ass he was until our fourth date when he started to order me around like I was his slave. I'm just glad he died during that military training accident." "Was he your only lover?" "No, I had a few others during my first two years of college. Plus I experimented with my roommate a few times. But no one that I would ever consider settling down with. Now I know that we are not related I want you to be the only man for me." "Wow, you've had a lesbian experience. Now that is something that I would like to see for myself." "I only did it a few times and it wasn't that great." "Maybe you didn't have the right partner." I was already thinking to myself that maybe we could eventually invite one of the sisters or cousins to join in the fun. Angela lay down on the bed and spread her legs and motioned for me to join her on the bed. "Eric make love to me. Fuck my pussy, and then come inside of me bro." My dick was already very stiff but it seemed to get even harder with her words. I joined my sister in bed and kissed her one more time. I brought my dick up to the entrance of her vagina and slowly pushed it in. Angela gasped as she finally felt my dick sinking into her pussy. I felt my balls slap the outside of her twat. Then I began to slowly stroke in and out of my sisters pussy. "Eric that feels so good," Angela said. "Honey I'm not going to last very long this first time tonight," I said knowing that it wouldn't take me long to orgasm in my sisters pussy. "That's okay. Come inside me, and then well see what I can do to get you ready again." I took several more strokes in and out of her cunt and then blasted my load deep inside of her. "Oh, yes. I can feel your sperm hitting my womb. It's too bad I can't get pregnant tonight. I still need to go off of the pill." "Angela, I want to fuck you and get you pregnant eventually. But, let's wait until we are actually married." "Why?" "Well, I am going to have eight other wives to take care of first. It all depends on the DNA test and when the king wants to schedule our wedding." "I forgot about Michelea's sisters and cousins for a minute. But I suppose that you're right. The King has made the arrangements for those marriages. So I suppose that I'll just have to wait my turn." "I'm glad that you understand, sis." "Well, at least you're all mine tonight. So why don't you fuck me again." "I need a little bit more time to recover so give me a blow job. How does that sound, Angela?" "Great, I love giving blow jobs. You're going to love mine." "I don't know about that, Michelea does a damn fine job, already." She punched me in the arm. I got up from the bed and went and used the bathroom, Angela followed right after me. When we were both done and back by the bed Angela pushed me over so that I now lay on the bed. She dropped to her knees and moved up between my legs. She gripped my still mostly flaccid cock in her left hand and began to stroke it. She then kissed the head and began to suck on it. Angela alternated sucking and stroking my cock for the next ten minutes. By that time I was again back to full hardness. I pulled her head up and then told her to mount my cock. "First things first, bro. How did you like my blow job?" "It was quite good." Angela then swung one leg over mine and positioned her pussy directly over my now newly refreshed cock. She slowly lowered herself down on my cock until it was wedged up against her cervix. Angela started to fuck me to raising and lowering herself on my dick. She was facing me so I started to play with her tits. Then she began to moan and groan very loudly. That's when I saw the door open and Michelea slipped inside the room. She showed me a key hanging from her hand. She put her finger up to her lips to tell me to be silent. I nodded my head in acknowledgment. Luckily Angela had her eyes closed so she didn't see my response to my wife being in the room with us. A few minutes later Angela reached a major orgasm and basically collapsed on top of me. I let her rest for about thirty seconds and then began to thrust my dick back up into her cavernous cunt. She began to move with me. That was when Michelea spoke up. "Fuck him, Angela. Fuck your brother. Fuck my husband. Fuck the future father of your babies." Angela tried to jump off of my cock then, but I held her down a flipped her over so that we were in the missionary position. I started to thrust back into my sister's pussy. "Oh, god Eric, fuck me," Angela said. "Yeah, Eric. Fuck your sister. Fuck your wife to be." I began to pound her pussy really hard, knowing that I was going to come soon. Three more thrusts into Angela's pussy and I was there. I let loose a torrent of sperm flow into her cunt. "OH my god, Eric I can fell your cum filling me up," said Angela. When I was done cumming inside Angela's pussy, I pulled my flaccid cock out of her. I rolled of off her and lay on my back on the bed. Angela immediately pulled the covers up trying to hide herself from Michelea. "What are you doing in here?," Angela asked. "I just wanted to watch my husband fuck his sister." "Can't we have some privacy?" "Angela, we're all going to have to get used to sharing him with our cousins and sisters." Angela thought for a minute and then said, "I know. It's just that that was such an intimate moment." "You know, Angela I have an idea. Since we each won't be able to have him every night, why don't we have sex with each other. We can bring in the other sisters and cousins to our fun as they get married to Eric." "You know now that you put it that way I think I'd like to try it again." "What do you mean by again, Angela," Michelea asked. "I've had a few lesbian experiences." "Well good you can be our teacher." I was again floored my wife was suggesting to my sister the exact same thing I had thought of not two hours ago. Michelea slowly pulled down the sheet and climbed up on the bed with the two of us. "Hello, my husband." "Hello, wife," I replied back. Michelea leaned over and kissed me and then kissed Angela. Angela was a little shocked at first but then kissed back. I got off of the bed and watched as they slowly just kissed each other for the next ten minutes. Then Michelea moved down and placed a few kisses of Angela's neck. I could see my sister shudder a little. "Michelea, it would appear that her neck is one of her erogenous zones, work some more there." "Yes, my lord." Michelea slowly worked down to Angela's pussy and kissed it a few times and then took a few quick swipes with her tongue across the outer folds. "Michelea, please let me show you how a woman properly licks another woman's pussy," said Angela. My sister spent the next ten minutes teaching my wife how to properly eat pussy. Soon after that they were busy eating each other's pussies. I had become hard again during the interim and brought my cock up to Angela's asshole. I spit once in order to give her a little lube. She felt the liquid hit her back hole and was a little shocked that I wanted to fuck her there. She tried to wiggle away, but Michelea grasped her body with arms and legs and held Angela in place as I brought the head of my cock up to her sphincter. I slowly pushed through her rosebud. Angela moaned both in pleasure and a little bit of pain. It took a good five minutes for me to work my cock all of the way into her brown eye and for her to get used to the feeling of having something shoved up there. I slowly fucked Angela's ass for the next twenty minutes. My wife and sister continued to lick each other during that time. I knew that I was going to cum so I pulled my cock out of Angela's ass and came around to the front of the bed. I put it into Michelea's already pregnant pussy and took a few strokes inside. As I was fucking my wife, Angela began to suck my cock. When it was time for me to cum a few strokes later, I let one go inside of her pussy and pulled out. Two more hit her right on the pussy lips, and the other two hit Angela right in the face. We all fell asleep on the bed after that. I awoke around five o'clock in the morning because I felt the bed move. I looked to my side and saw that Angela was still lying beside me. I heard the door open and saw Michelea leaving. She turned to me and blew me a kiss. I went back to sleep for another two hours. When I awoke Angela rolled over and looked at me. My cock quickly jumped to life. "Hey bro, why don't you put that thing to use. My pussy feels way too empty right now," my sister said. I fucked Angela until I dumped another load of cum into her pussy. The next six days passed rather quickly and before I realized it Princess Amandrea and I had been married and were in her room getting read to fuck for the first time. We both took of our clothes and got on the bed my dick was already hard as I brought it up to her virgin pussy and slipped it inside of her. We made love three times over the next several hours, each time I pumped her fertile womb full of cum. She and I spent the first week of our marriage together, most of it in bed. All of Michelea's sisters and cousins were now over eighteen so they were all of legal age. Over the next three weeks I introduced myself to each of their beds and my cock to each of their virgin pussies as well. Five months had passed since Michelea's pregnancy had been announced, I now was married to seven of her sisters and cousins. The only ones who weren't pregnant yet was the one I had just been married to, the youngest cousin, and my sister, who it was confirmed after a blood test that we weren't related after all, although I would always consider her to be my sister. As each of my wives began to show more and more I began to wonder what was going to happen when all of them were pregnant. Two more months passed and each of the sisters and cousins were finally pregnant. Then the day arrived for my wedding to my sister. Except for the wedding to Michelea I would consider this one to be the most beautiful of them all. The king also made her a princess. After the ceremony, we were in Angela's room and she asked me, " Are you finally ready to get me pregnant as well." "Yes, my love." We made love several times that first night as husband and wife. After two weeks of trying we discovered that all ten of my wives were now pregnant. I thought to myself " I'm in heaven." The Princess The princess works with me. She is stunning, the kind of woman that you can't help but stare at. When she talks, you can't hear what she's saying because you are struggling to breathe. When she moves, it's like a dance, so graceful. She is probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is tall, about 5'9", with long black hair and that beautiful caramel tan that all women envy. Her eyes are almost black. She has high, full breasts and full hips. She's not skinny, a bit thick actually, but damn those curves. And, she has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is. She thinks I'm beautiful, but believes she's average. Lord, she is amazing. I commented to a friend that it is a shame that she's married. He dared me to flirt with her. It was juvenile, I know, but I love to flirt. It seemed harmless enough. She didn't seem to notice and asked if we were still meeting after work for a drink. We went to our local after work spot (it's a biker bar, but cozy). She ordered a round of shots. That was unusual. Typically it's just one beer for happy hour. The moment the glasses were empty, she ordered another round and slid her hand up my thigh. I ordered the next two rounds. She talked, I listened. Apparently the princess and her husband were interested in trying a threesome. They just couldn't agree on a playmate. He was determined to have a girl and she wanted a guy. She asked for my advice on the subject. I told her I didn't really have any advice to give. I had been in relationships where the topic was discussed, and I'd been invited to join a few couples, but it's not something I had ever actually participated in. She blushed, unable to make eye contact, when she said she was willing to go with a girl if I would agree. Her husband had made the suggestion and she liked the idea. I stopped drinking. I needed to think about it. I told her we'd talk soon. I walked down to the gas station on the corner and bought a large coffee, walked back to my car, and sat in it for a long time until I was sure I could drive. I went home alone, with visions of her in my mind. Wednesday: Dinner for Two We went out for dinner at our favorite authentic Mexican restaurant, just the two of us. We talked about work for a while, drinking margaritas. I hate margaritas, but she loves them, and I needed courage. I told her that I was very flattered and tempted, but no. I just didn't want to be the third party. If I brought someone into my relationship and it ruined things, I could live with that. I just didn't want to be the one that potentially ruins someone else's relationship. That's why I've always turned down these types of requests. She was persistent at first. Eventually, we moved on to safer topics. Then the princess said it, the phrase I'd fantasized about hearing her say, "I want you." Her husband initiated this whole discussion, but she said we could leave him out of it. He knew how badly she wanted me and he would understand. I was interested. I was also feeling the damn margaritas. I couldn't think clearly. I was hot, flushed, and so wet. She was intoxicating. I needed to get out of there. We walked out, her hand on the small of my back as she led me to my car. I turned to tell her goodbye and that I would think about it, think about her. She pushed me back against the car and leaned in to kiss me. It was a slow, deep kiss. I slid my hands up into her hair and held her there. I could smell her perfume, her shampoo, her. My senses were on overload. She slid a hand down to my breast, cupping it, squeezing gently. I moaned. She moaned. She began to unbutton my blouse, still kissing me. My head was spinning. I remember thinking we shouldn't do this here, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't. Pulling my blouse open, she slid her hand in my bra, cupping my bare breast again as her thumb began circling my nipple. I was afraid I'd cum right then. My nipples are extremely sensitive and her touch was exquisite. She pulled her hand away, and I sighed. As the princess reached down and slid my skirt up, her fingertips dragging along my inner thigh, I whispered, "We really shouldn't do this here." "Shhh, let me touch you," and she did. Sliding my panties to the side, she slid her middle finger along my lips, making me tremble. I kissed her again, deeper, harder, pulling her hair as I held her mouth against mine. She slipped her finger in, just the tip of her finger, and began to search. When she found my clit I jerked, thrusting against her hand. We moaned together, loud. I bit her lip. She responded by pressing harder against my clit. She pulled her mouth away from mine, leaning in to whisper against my ear. "You are going to cum for me. Right here. Right now. Do you understand?" I couldn't speak, just moaned. She slid her finger in deep. Then another. Her thumb found my clit, making little circles as her fingers started to move. She was finger-fucking me against the side of my car in a well-lit parking lot. I felt ... naughty. Hot. Soon she began to move her fingers faster, thrusting in and out, slamming my hips back against the car with the force of her thrusts. I could hear her whispering against my ear, telling me how good I feel, how tight I am, how much she wanted to taste me. Telling me to cum, begging me to cum for her. And I did. Hard. Grinding against her hand, moaning into her hair, holding her tight against me, I came for her. When I started to calm down, I kissed her gently, slowly. I reached for the hem of her sweater, but she stopped me. "Tonight was for you, baby. I needed to make you cum. I needed to hear you. This weekend will be for us. Just us. Promise me you'll think about it?" I whispered, "I don't need to think about it. You are mine this weekend. All mine. Do you understand?" She smiled and said yes, then kissed me goodbye and walked to her car. I stood there trembling, struggling to straighten my clothes as I watched her drive away. Our weekend began Thursday ... and it was amazing.