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The Incident

By: espeteroh



At 41 Jack was in very good shape. He stood six one and weighed in at just over 200 pounds. Height weight comparisons said he should weigh less however his body fat had been measured at a low level and so he dedicated his body to the gym on an almost daily basis and therein stayed fit.

As he jogged on the treadmill he say Katie get on a treadmill opposite him. The gym was laid out so that two banks of treadmills and elliptical machines faced each other with a walkway down the middle. The walkway extended to the front door and people jokingly called it the runway referencing the runway fashion models walk. In truth both men and women enjoyed watching people pass in front of them as they entered the gym or left their machines for the weight room that was to the rear.

Jack and Katie knew each other only from the gym and only by first name. They had passed some pleasantries between them over the months since they'd first said hello. As Katie looked up that day she smiled and waved at Jack as he jogged. Jack mouthed a hello in return. He had found her both pleasant and beautiful and while he secretly imagined asking her out on a date he guessed her to be at least 10 years younger than he and likely closer to 15 years, a gap he considered far too large.

Katie enjoyed seeing Jack at the gym. He was always polite to her and had more often than she cared to admit had a positive effect on her mood when she was feeling down or stress which she felt was happening far too frequently.

As they jogged it was impossible not to notice the other person and when this happened Jack would feel a little self-conscious about possibly staring at her and offending her. Though there were overhead television sets to watch he'd always find his eyes wandering toward her when she was there. Even in the controlled environment a humid day on the outside would find its way into the gym. Jack could see Katie sweating rather profusely as she jogged and where she had jogged for almost a half hour at that point she was well covered in sweat. He could see the sweat running in tiny rivers down the skin between her breasts. He thought himself terrible for noticing her that way but he also found it difficult not to notice. Katie always wore workout clothing that fit snugly next to her body without being tight as some of the younger women seemed to feel was fashionable.

But Katie seemed to not notice him looking as she seemed quite involved in watching the tiny television screen that was attached to the treadmill. So Jack shifted his focus to the overhead television and the ESPN NFL football show that was on. But the show at that moment was focusing on the Arizona Cardinals, a team he found boring to the maximum and so it wasn't long before his eyes had drifted back to Katie as she jogged. This time however she caught him looking at her. He immediately felt embarrassment cover him but then almost as quickly Katie winked at him and smiled. He was instantly relieved by this but also a little confused. What did it mean? Now he found him obsessing over this tiny detail instead of just allowing it to pass as quickly as it had come.

He was happy his jog was coming to an end so he could stop his obsession and not further embarrass himself. When he was finished he went to the rear of the gym as was his routine and did his muscle toning exercises with the weight machines. This was his cool down period before he finished his workout. This done he showered and changed and walked back down the runway to leave.

"Hi Jack," he heard a voice say from behind him and immediately realized it was Katie.

He turned and said, "Hi, how're you doing?"

"I'm all right but I'm so thirsty!" She held onto the word "so" for emphasis. "Wanna go next door and get something to drink?"

Next door meant the upscale coffee shop and French bakery that also had lots of health foods. "Sure," Jack replied pleasantly surprised by Katie's forwardness. She'd always seemed a little shy to him as he felt he was almost always the one to initiate verbal contact between them.

They went next door and he got some energy water and Katie got an iced tea. They sat down at one of the tables and Jack immediately said, "I'm sorry for staring at you like I was. That was rude of me."

"That's all right," Katie replied, "actually I hadn't noticed you were staring."

He couldn't help but wonder how she could have missed it but he wasn't about to argue the point either. Since they had never had a conversation that was more than a few sentences long they found themselves asking the "What do you do for work" and even "where do you live" questions. The conversation moved along to where they were laughing about the runway at the gym and certain of the people who walked it. Jack noted how one guy in particular had very bad body odor and within that sentence also admonished himself against such feelings but Katie said she'd felt the same way.

The small talk turned into more serious talk after a short while and Jack found this to be a little uncomfortable. So in an effort to back away from that he quipped, "You must have a very active social life."

Confused by his statement Katie asked, "What do you mean?"

Jack realized that his possibly out of line statement was completely unexpected and explained, "Well, you're young, you're beautiful, and um, I mean, guys must hit on you all the time."

Katie smiled and said, "I'm not so young."

"Well you can't be more than 28."

Katie smiled broadly and replied, "That's so nice of you to say but actually I'm 36."

Extremely surprised Jack said, "Wow, you really don't look it. I wasn't just saying that. I mean, you really don't look like you are even 30."

"Good genes I guess," Katie replied a little embarrassed. She had never been comfortable with compliments and although she'd heard such compliments many times over the years she tended to not believe them. She knew she was pretty but not that pretty.

"Well, I should get going," Jack said feeling increasing discomfort. He felt certain Katie now viewed him as just another guy trying to get into her panties through flattery. He hated being thought of that way.

Katie agreed and the continued to chat as the started across the parking lot. Suddenly Katie tripped and fell to the pavement. She immediately grabbed her leg writhing in pain saying, "ow ow ow!" She had been tripped up by a rather deep pothole.

"Are you okay?" He asked then felt it had to be one of his all time dumb questions. Of course she wasn't okay, why would she say ow if she were.

"Yeah, I think so," she replied but as she tried to get to her feet she quickly fell back to the pavement. She held out her hand and said, "I guess I'll need your help getting up."

Jack took her hand in his and with his other hand grabbed onto her lower arm to help her up. Katie got up slowly and very gingerly. As she tried to put a little weight on her right foot she winced heavily and cried out in pain again.

"Maybe we should get you to the emergency room," he said with concern.

"Okay," Katie replied but then just as quickly said, "no, no, just help me to my car."

"Are you going to be able to drive? After all, that's your right foot you injured. How are you going to use the accelerator?"

"You've got a point."

There were a few moments of silence when Jack offered, "I could take you to my place and ice it down for you. That should help with the swelling and if it doesn't go down then maybe I could take you to the ER."

Katie agreed and wrapped her arm around Jack's shoulders as she hobbled to his car. Once in the car Jack offered, "I could take you to your house if you'd prefer."

"No!" Katie replied quickly and sharply.

Jack was taken a little aback by the strength of her remark but quickly put it to her being in pain. Jack lived only ten minutes from the gym. After they pulled into his driveway he went around the car and helped Katie from the car and into his living room. He felt thankful he'd bought a bunch of ice the day before for a trip to the beach. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around a bunch of the ice and then took it into Katie. She had sat down on the sofa with an ottoman in front of it and was resting her legs there. Jack knelt down and carefully applied the towel wrapped ice to her ankle.

He hadn't had the ice on her ankle for 30 seconds when she said, "It's feeling a lot better already."

"Good," he replied. Jack had remained kneeling in front of Katie. As he looked up to her face he noticed her long legs as they disappeared beneath the skirt she was wearing. Feeling of lust raced through his mind. He told himself to fix his eyes on hers and to keep them there. He did that but he found her doe brown eyes intoxicating. He felt like he could fall into them and stay there forever.

"What are you thinking?" Katie asked.

"Oh nothing," Jack lied, "I'm just hoping you're all right." Well, that part was true anyway.

"I feel a lot better."

"Well, try to keep your leg relaxed. Tensing it up will only make it stiffen up worse." He reached up and rubbed his hand against her calf. He immediately thought how inappropriate he action was and said, "I'm sorry. That wasn't called for."

"Huh?" Katie replied and then realized what he meant. "No no, it felt good actually. I think you're right. Maybe you could massage the tenseness out of it a little?"

Jack used both hands as he gently yet firmly massaged the muscle of her calf. He noticed Katie close her eyes as he massaged her and his eyes drifted back down to her legs. She had long athletic legs. He looked upwards towards her thighs and noticed the slightest bit of her panties between them. All he could think was he had to stop looking at her that way and yet he couldn't seem to resist either. He looked up quickly to see her eyes were still closed and then back down. His hands ventured slightly higher to behind her knee.

"Oh that feels so good," Katie responded.

After a few moments he pulled his hands down her calf again and then pushed them upwards to her knee and then beyond. He really wanted to feel her thigh but he also wanted to be able to quickly retract his hands from their immodest venture when she objected. She didn't object and instead she let out that slow breath of air you do when something feels really good. Still, he honestly massaged her even though he was taking a lot of lascivious pleasure in what he was doing.

After a minute or two he said to her, "Actually, you don't feel like you have a tense muscle in you."

"That's probably true," she replied and then said, "but I'll feel lopsided if you only do the one leg."

Jack had to reposition himself between her legs to get at her left leg which he did happily of course. He massaged her left leg with the same attention he had the right. But this time as he massaged he thigh it seemed to him that she'd moved her legs a little further apart. He moved his hands ever higher still expecting at some point she'd object and he apologize as he withdrew his hands. She didn't. Then finally his hand reached the top of her thigh and the back of his fingers pushed lightly into her panties. He could feel himself silently moan and then looked up to her eyes. Katie had opened her eyes and smiled down at him. He then pushed his hand beneath her panties to her pussy.

Katie pulled back suddenly and said, "No, I can't."

Jack quickly pulled his hand from beneath her panties and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"No," she replied quickly, "I kind of wanted you to do that but it's just not right. After all, I don't even know you."

Jack got up and sat down next to Katie on her right. He felt the need to disengage from what he was doing and this seemed to fit that need. But as soon as he looked to her face he also noticed that her slightly billowy blouse was a little immodestly open and he could easily see the cleavage of her breasts. He didn't linger and caught her eyes in the same move.

"So you really thought I was 28?" Katie asked seemingly to change the mood.

"Yeah, I did. I mean you really look that young."

They continued with this sort of chit chat for a couple of minutes and both of them relaxed. "Well, I should probably get going," Katie said finally. "You've been really sweet." She leaned over and gave him a peck on his lips. Jack had been looking her directly in the eyes and held that contact with her kiss.

Katie started to pull away but felt something. It was one of those moments when unseen forces hold you or pull you. Suddenly she felt Jack's presence not just inches from her face but within her as well. A certain attraction that she'd not paid attention to before now held her. She could feel her pulse increase, a little knot in her stomach and that excitement of something that feels particularly good. She wanted him and knew she needed to walk away right then. Her resistance was melting fast and she was doing nothing to shore it up.

Jack thought he felt a sudden wave of heat emanating from Katie sweep over him. He could feel and smell her breath. Her breath smelled like sex he thought. She seemed to suddenly take deeper breaths and her eyes seemed to close slightly. He thought her lower body moved closer to him while her lips stayed those few inches from his. He knew at that moment she was giving herself over to him and a part of him wanted to rip her clothes off and make love to her with all the passion he could find.

He slowly reached out and placed his hand along side her face. She leaned ever so slightly into his touch and he moved his hand in backward combing motion threw her hair. Jack had long fantasized about doing just this through Katie's thick dark hair. He wanted to feel its soft fullness in his hand and he wasn't disappointed. As his hand swept through her hair he saw Katie close her eyes and then shudder slightly.

Katie's mind raced. While she felt allowing him to touch her as he did to be wrong on so many levels she also felt powerless to stop him and she honestly had no desire to stop him. Her pride in her inner strength no longer seemed relevant and now she felt being controlled by this powerful man was truly the epitome of all she had ever secretly desired.

Consumed by her desires Katie kissed him with all the passion she had ever felt and with all the abandon she had ever feared. Katie was never one to relinquish control and somehow now it seemed irrelevant or worse, too confining. Jack returned her kiss with equal passion and drank her lust in as he would a cold drink on the hottest of days. Suddenly they were two teenagers kissing for the first time and discovering the sexual passions. When Jack's hand found her small firm breasts her hand found her proud hardness and grasped it. At that very moment Katie tried desperately to regain the decorum she was so proud of and to restore the modesty in which she prided herself. But this desire was no match for her lusts and the broken kiss lasted only a few seconds before she happily accepted his advances.

Neither remembered exactly how their clothes became piles upon the floor nor the steps they had to take to move to the bedroom but it seemed as if no time at all elapsed when they found themselves in his bed.

Without entering her Jack thrust himself against her and Katie responded in kind as she almost desperately moved her thighs against his and felt the sticky wet fullness of his lust pressing into her. She felt dirty and she wanted to revel in it. Jack could feel and smell the musky lustiness of Katie and it seemed to course through his nostrils to his loins and cause him to thrust against her. He desperately wanted to be inside her, to be one with her but he also wanted this to last as long as possible and their inevitable climax might bring what he thought a premature end to them.

But Katie felt she would explode if she didn't feel him inside her. The dampness of her desires would gush soon and she felt it would be a waste were he not inside her where she now knew he belonged. Katie firmly grabbed him and though she felt in a rush she was able to slowly guide him into her.

She couldn't believe the sensation. Though she knew otherwise he felt huge as he entered her. Katie's desire electrified Jack and now that he was finally in her he found it difficult not to thrust into her as fast and as heavily as he could.

Their first few thrusts seemed measured but it only took moments for them to be moving in what seemed long practiced coordination. They rose and fell together their lusts pulsing from one to the other. Jack caught Katie's eyes and held them firm as the moved together. Jack feared he'd climax too quickly because of the strength of his now realized passions for her and yet he was able to retain his arousal and hang on to it at that level. Katie felt like she'd gone into a trance as Jack rhythmically entered her again and again. His push with her pull and his thrust with her reception. It seemed odd to Jack that even though he knew they were both in excellent shape they didn't take long in working up a little bit of a sweat.

It was at that moment that Katie pushed Jack from on top of her but his sudden fear that she was rejecting him was replaced with the delight of watching her lower herself onto him and to take control of his hardness. For a few moments he just watched her face as she moved up and down on him but then he again noticed the tiny bits of perspiration between her breasts and he reached up and very lightly touched her fully extended nipples with the palms of his hands. Katie felt she'd squeal when she felt this touch but then suddenly it was replaced with a rough pinching and pulling of her nipples and she knew she was seconds from her orgasm.

Katie thought she saw a questioning look in Jack's eyes and almost yelled out, "don't stop!"

Katie was suddenly bouncing up and down on Jack and Jack released her breasts and watched them as they bounced. As Katie moved faster and faster up and down on Jack she felt a heat move quickly from her head downward and from her feet upward until she could feel the glorious explosion. She thrilled and moved to a higher peak as she felt Jack exploding inside her.

They continued their coupling for some time after that, enjoying the fulfillment of their mutual desires. Finally Katie felt the need to stop. She moved from on top of Jack to his side and hugged him as a child during a thunderstorm. A few moments later she shuddered and said, "What would my husband think."

"What?" Jack replied in shock.

"My husband, you knew I was married right."

"No," Jack said in total shock, "you never mentioned that."

"Oh," Katie replied. She knew she hadn't told him that and her saying that indiscrete line had messed her up slightly. But now she had anther problem. How was she going to tell him that she hadn't twisted her ankle at all but just a ruse to get to know someone she had secretly liked. Where prior to the afternoon's incident it had all seemed like a harmless flirtation she desired now everything had changed. She knew she still loved her husband but now she had all these feeling for Jack and the only thing she could think was, "What a mess!"

The Incident



I had just turned eighteen when it happened, and my sister was two years older than I. I had been lusting after her for years. Ever since she hit puberty her body had become solid. She had turned from a shapeless, gangly tomboy to a firm ass, full tit hottie. I guess she was unaware of her body, because she was in the habit of wearing oversize clothes and sitting in revealing position that completely exposed her.

My father's friends had begun to take notice of her, so I was far from immune - though I was still her geeky, younger brother. I couldn't have been more than one-hundred-sixty pounds soaking wet, but I pretty much had a raging hard-on I had to relieve whenever we hung out together.

The night of the incident it was really hot and I couldn't sleep. At some stage of the evening I was lying in bed completely bleary-eyed and wanted to see what my sister was doing, but more - wearing while she slept. I slowly and quietly crept down the stairs to her bedroom, making sure not to make a sound. It felt as though it took forever. When I finally made it into her bedroom I noticed that she was just wearing one of my dad's old button down shirts with the sleeves cut off, and a thong. I immediately felt myself stiffen. I made my way over to the side of the bed, again taking forever for fear the floor squeaks would awaken her, and I nudged the bed. She didn't awaken. I stood next to the bed and began stroking my cock inside my shorts considering my next move.

The streetlight had shown through the curtains and I could barely make out the buttons on her shirt, but I slowly began to undo them. After I opened her shirt to reveal those firm D-cups. My mouth began to water. I was stroking myself harder. All of a sudden I just had to be inside her. I moved my mouth down to just on top of her nipple and I began to breathe; her nipples quickly responded and I began to suck on them. She stirred and I thought I was completely busted but she only moved enough for the shirt to open entirely exposing both of her perfect breasts. I couldn't believe my luck. I kept sucking on her tits and her breathing began to change - deeper and prolonged. I took my hand and began caressing her pussy through her thong. I couldn't believe it: 'is it possible that she's not going to wake up?' I asked myself. She was completely mine for the taking. I slid her thong to the side. She stirred again and again I thought she would bust me, but she seemed to be helping me. I began to wonder whether this was happening or not, or maybe, whether she was asleep or not. Her thong out of the way, I started fingering her pussy - all the while licking and sucking her firm tits. I honestly couldn't believe it was happening. She began to moan softly.

I quickly removed my own shorts and stroked my cock a bit. I climbed on the bed and positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and plunged in. She immediately woke up, and before she could scream I put my hand over her mouth. She began to struggle until she realized it was me, and then she began to struggle again though she made no effort to scream. Thankfully her bedroom was in the basement and our tussle couldn't be heard from the second floor. I was thrusting in and out of that pussy and grabbing her tits. She was moaning and struggling, but not really making an effort to stop. Somehow our struggle had turned us both over on the bed and I was doing her from behind. I began to really pump that pussy. She was moaning and struggling against my thrusts before she began to shiver and orgasm against my cock. I whispered "that's right, you like it bitch." I wasn't far behind and I grabbed her tits from underneath and pulled out to jack-off all over her backside.

She lay on the bed breathing deeply into the pillow but quickly recovered and demanded to know "what the fuck" I was doing. I didn't pretend to make any excuses. I just told her flat out that she was mine to fuck how and when I wanted. She looked as though she was about to say something, but she just remained quiet.

I got up and grabbed my shorts as I headed out of the room and told her that the next time would be when she wore her string bikini - that's another story.



The Incident



Eddie savored his friendship with Joe. The two had known each other since grade school. The two had gotten into one misadventure after another and had had a blast growing up together. Both grew up tall, dark featured, and handsome. Eddie was a bit heftier than Joe but both attracted considerable attention from the ladies. They had quite a wild time as bachelors. Things changed a bit when Eddie met Eileen. Joe was attracted to the slim, sexy blonde as well but Eddie had immediately won her heart. There were no hard feelings on Joe's part, he served as best man at Eddie and Eileen's wedding happily.

The issue of marriage was probably the one area where Joe and Eddie disagreed most. Joe loved playing the field and tired of girlfriends quickly. Eddie, who had come from a broken home, had always wanted to come home to the same smiling face and a loving wife for the rest of his days. Eileen and Eddie had fixed up Joe with a lot of girls over the years but none of the relationships were able to stick for long.

Privately, Joe was able to admit to himself that he would not mind in the least getting a chance to fuck Eileen. She was tall with long golden hair the color of honey and a body that Joe knew to be one of the finest he had ever encountered. She had great tits, a flat toned belly, smooth flawless skin, an enchanting face and two of the biggest, bluest eyes ever to adorn a human female. Joe liked everything about Eileen except her episodes of absentmindedness and complete airheadedness. She had a habit of doing something and then, for reasons unknown, forgetting where she was or what she was doing and making some colossal faux pas or major mistake. Joe was amazed that Eileen had never forgotten where she was while driving and mowed down some innocent pedestrians.

Eddie just laughed off his wife's episodes of daffiness. If anything it endeared her to him more. Eddie called it her handicap of "living while blonde," although ordinarily, Eileen was very sharp and smart. Eileen had even seen doctors about her random absentmindedness but there was never anything they could pin down. To Eddie it was just "Eileen being Eileen."

The other area where Joe and Eddie differed was in business acumen. Joe had built his own business, a trucking and shipping empire, from the lug nuts up. He made more than enough money to live on and plenty to spoil the women he was dating while he worked his way into their panties. Eddie on the other hand was chronically underemployed and had flittered from one job to the other. Oh he had made enough to buy a small house but he was just squeaking by. Things seemed to be turning the corner however. His current job looked like it would last and it felt so good to finally own a place of their own. Eileen had a home calligraphy and framing business that she ran out of the house. She was doing OK but she was never going to set the world on fire financially from her office in the garage.

Joe had shared his largess with his friends. Eileen and Eddie often spent weekends at Joe's beach cottage. And Joe was not averse to allowing his friends to freeload when he took expensive ski vacations in the winter. Once he even splurged for a trip to Europe. Joe liked having Eddie around at such places but he also delighted in the fringe benefit of eying Eileen in her bikini or in skin tight ski pants. Eileen and Eddie loved these trips, but privately, Eddie confided in his wife that he felt like the world's biggest sponge.

Because his friends so often needed a hand financially, Joe sometimes hired Eileen and Eddie for odd jobs or short hauls around town. Both husband and wife had gotten truck licenses although Joe was never quite at complete ease with Eileen behind the wheel of one of his rigs. To Joe is was just part of being a good sport. And then came "the incident." 

Eileen was given a very simple job, to gas up two of Joe's newest trucks and return them to his place of business. Eileen noticed that the first truck was running funny when she brought it back to Joe's place but thought nothing of it. When the same thing happened with the second truck, she began to suspect the she had done something wrong but could not grasp what it could be. When the engines of the trucks both seized up the next morning it did not take long for Joe's mechanic to discover the problem. In an episode that could only have happened to Eileen, she had filled the diesel engines with regular unleaded! 

"Eddie!" Do you have any idea how much money your ditz of a wife has cost me?" he screamed at his friend. "I just paid off those trucks! Worse, since this is considered human error and not an accident my insurance company will NOT be reimbursing me. If anything this is likely to raise my premiums and those are already killing me. I don't want that blonde airhead anywhere near one of my trucks ever again!" 

Joe and the married couple were in Joe's office. He had called them in to personally read them the riot act. A phone call would simply never have had the same kind of impact. Eileen burst into tears as Joe fumed at his best friend and his wife.

Eddie realized the seriousness of the issue immediately "I'm sorry Joe. We'll pay you back."

"Don't make me laugh Eddie, I know how much money you make a year. You could NEVER come up with the kind of money that I invested in those trucks! I need those vehicles! Eileen your stupidity has almost ruined me!" 

Eileen looked at Eddie through her tear streaked hands and said. "I'm so sorry Joe if there is any way I can atone for this I will do it. I have no idea how I could be so stupid." 

Joe caught his breath and said, "This is more than just another case of "Eileen being Eileen." I am going to take a bath financially as I need to lease two new trucks while I try to salvage the old ones. I do well but this is going to be a major drain on my bank accounts."

"Joe," said Eddie . "isn't there anything we can do to make this right?" 

"I ought to take this out of Eileen's hide. Maybe that would knock some sense into her head." And with that phrase, despite his anger, a wonderful idea crossed Joe's mind. A week of Eileen at his beck and call would soothe a great deal of anger. He recalled Eileen in her tiny purple bikini at his beach house and it was not hard to picture her without it. He pictured his best friend's wife sucking on his cock and Joe got a fiendishly wonderful idea. He continued.

"In fact that is EXACTLY what I am going to do! Eddie, if you want this entire episode to go away, no lawsuit against you, no debt owed, me eating the entire loss, then I want Eileen as my personal slave for week!"

Eddie was stunned. "What did you say Joe?"

"I already told you. Eileen just asked me if there was any way to atone for this. There is. In exchange for a week as my personal and sexual slave, it will be as though this incident never happened." 

"Joe! You can't be serious!" said Eddie once he regained his bearings. 

"What ELSE can the two of you do to repair the damage? Either I get Eileen to use anyway I see fit for an entire week or I file suit against the two of you for the ruined trucks and everything ends. No more ski trips, no more beach vacations, no more expensive gifts or timely financial handouts. The choice is yours!"

Eileen sat in her chair listening in stunned silence. She looked at Joe and then at her husband, This whole mess was her fault. If anyone should bear the penalty it should be her. Eileen hated the idea of being unfaithful to her husband but she hated her own stupidity more. All of her past episodes of transient stupidity came to her mind. Every other time she had laughed it off and skated away without penalty. This was the worst thing she had done and she should pay severely for it, In a heartbeat her mind was made up.

"I'll do it." said Eileen to both men.

"Honey!" exclaimed Eddie.

"Eddie. This is all MY fault. I should pay the penalty. Look at all the stupid things I have done. This is by far the most expensive and serious. Every other time I got off with a laugh, or at worst, a slap on the wrist. I'm overdue to face the consequences of my "episodes." If all Joe wants is me for week, we are getting off light. So long as Joe promises to be gentle with me and doesn't permanently mark me I will gladly serve him." 

"But Eileen, that means Joe will get to..." Sputtered Eddie.

"I'm well aware of that Honey, but as Joe said, what ELSE do we have with which to atone for this?"

Eddie countered with, "But Joe is my best friend!"

"I'm well aware of that dear, Joe has also been our lifesaver on more than one occasion. My spending a week with Joe will affect your friendship with him only if YOU let it Eddie. So long as neither of you asks each other or me about what I did with Joe for the week; your friendship should continue unabated. Eddie, dear we can't afford to pay Joe back any other way. Look at the damage figure on this estimate!"

She pointed to a document on the desk in front of Joe.

"Face it dearest," Eileen continued. "My stupid brain got us into this situation. It is only fair that the rest of my body get us out of it." 

Eddie shifted in his seat. He could tell that his wife's mind was made up. He also knew that she had spoken the truth. Repaying Joe would cost Eddie and Eileen, at a minimum, their house and her business. It would mean being knocked back to square one again. Eddie was sick and tired of starting over. He knew he would miss the beach, the ski trips and all of the other fine places he got to go because of his friendship with Joe. Eddie looked at the still angry face of his best friend and he realized that while this situation was quite different, it was not like they hadn't shared the same woman before. In a kaleidoscope of confusion, anger and at last resignation, Eddie concluded that his wife had spoken gospel. 

Eddie squeaked out a simple if ineloquent, "OK."

The rage in Joe's face subsided. He offered his mitt to Eddie and the two men shook hands. 

Joe picked up the stack of damage estimates and insurance inquiries from his desk and announced. 

"I'll dispose of these once Eileen's week with me is over. One of the great things about being the boss is that I can take vacation any time I want to. I need a few days to line up new trucks and get everything running at top gear again. So, lets say that you Eddie, drop Eileen off at my house on Sunday night at five o'clock. I'll drop her off back at your place at the same time the following Sunday." 

Eileen said "I'll see to it that Eddie does so. What should I bring with me?"

Joe looked at Eileen, smiled broadly and said, "Aside from a toothbrush, nothing other than the clothes on your back. I will supply everything else."

For Eddie the days leading up to Sunday were the tensest of his life. Often he considered the ramifications of what was about to occur. He was in great turmoil yet every time he thought through the situation he concluded time and again that Eileen had made the only logical decision. To assuage his emotions Eddie made love to his wife every chance he got. Eileen was supportive of Eddie but a bit distant. The impending infidelity had caused tribulation in her own soul as well. The week apart would also mark the first time Eddie and Eileen had been apart since their wedding night five years earlier.

Slower than Joe thought possible, yet faster than Eddie and Eileen could believe, it was Sunday afternoon and Eddie was driving his wife off for her date with destiny. The day before they had made love four times. That morning Eileen had given Eddie one of the finest blow jobs of their marriage. Having said everything to each other that they possibly could have over the past week, the couple rode in silence to Joe's large and beautiful home. The only comment either of them made during the drive was Eileen's heartfelt, "Whatever happens this week I promise it will not affect our marriage or my commitment to and love for you." 

Eddie felt like he was in a molasses filled dream as he pulled into Joe's driveway. Despite Joe's word that Eileen would not need to bring anything, she had packed a small case. At the very least she wanted access to her birth control pills. Eddie opened the car door for his wife and they held hands as they walked to Joe's front door.

Joe was waiting. He opened the door partway and asked Eileen in and took the case from Eddie. Eileen slipped inside Joe's doorway and Eddie made a move to kiss his wife but Joe closed the door a bit and announced. "Eileen belongs to me for the next week. I'm sure you two have had plenty of time to say goodbye. Now Eddie, I don't want you driving by my house or calling or texting either me or Eileen on the phone. Enjoy yourself the best you can for the next week. If you can't do that try working especially hard so that your mind is otherwise occupied."

With that Joe closed and bolted his front door and Eddie's heart dropped through his stomach. Alone on the front step he stared at the front door for what seemed like an eternity before he gathered his thoughts and headed back to his car. He knew he was in for the longest seven days of his entire life. 

Inside the house Eileen's mind at first focused on the door and thoughts of her husband on the other side. Joe took her arm and led her, unprotesting, to his kitchen where a kettle began to whistle. Joe asked her which herbal tea she favored and asked her to have a seat at the table. Joe made tea for both of them and then he looked into Eileen's anxious eyes and began speaking.

"Rather than plunge straight in I thought that I would give you the ground rules first. The most important rule is that you may NOT say no to any of my orders. Repeated failure to obey me means that I take you straight home and file suit against you and Eddie and our friendship is at an end. I don't care if your disobedience is in our first hour together or our last hour together, the result is the same. We both know that you and Eddie can not afford to pay me back and that you both like having a roof over your heads so do NOT disappoint me. I understand and agree to your preconditions I will be gentle with you and I will not permanently mark or scar you. EVERYTHING ELSE is acceptable and you should prepare yourself for anything. I warn you now that my mind can go off in some pretty strange directions. Do you understand me?"

Eileen sipped her tea and peered deeply into Joe's eyes.

"Yes that is clear, Joe. I will do whatever you ask of me, just please be gentle."

While Eileen sipped her tea, Joe gulped his down and opened Eileen's case. He allowed her to keep her toothbrush, some dental floss and her birth control pills. He pronounced everything else "verboten."

Once Eileen finished her tea, Joe took a deep breath and told her to stand up and step away from the table. He took her hand and led Eileen to his bedroom. Eileen realized that despite the many visits she and Eddie had made to Joe's house she had never been in this bedroom before. Now she knew why. It was chock full of mirrored surfaces. The bed was large and raised. The heavily padded snow white carpet felt the softest Eileen had ever encountered. There was a bear skin rug before a handsome fireplace in which the flames of a small fire danced. Soft, romantic music played in the background. Eileen was overwhelmed.

"I am going to undress you now, Eileen. EVERYTHING is coming off including your jewelry. Once you are naked I will no longer refer to you as Eileen again until I redress you to be returned to your husband. Naked your will be called "slave" or simply "woman." You WILL refer to me as "Master" from that point on."

Eileen nodded her head in assent and tried to relax the tenseness in her body.

Joe stood up and approached the wife of his best friend. Despite his outer calm, Joe's heart was doing cartwheels. He had often imagined Eileen naked and now it was about to happen. Joe savored the moment and took in his prize. Eileen was dressed conservatively, she wore simple black flats upon her feet with tan slacks and a white blouse topped with a red sweater. There were hoops and studs in her ears, a gold necklace about her neck, and on her fingers, a birthstone ring and her wedding and engagement rings. 

Joe squatted on his haunches and reached for Eileen's left foot. She raised her leg to allow Joe to slide off her shoe. Joe gently removed the shoe and then deftly withdrew Eileen's tan sock. He repeated the process with right foot. Joe then rose to his feet and reached for the bottom of Eileen's sweater. Eileen felt small as tall Joe stood before her. Her own husband was tall but, Joe had a good three inches on him. Eileen raised her arms when asked and Joe gently worked the sweater off of Eileen's taut torso and over her head and off her arms. Gently Joe set it on the nearby dresser top and instructed Eileen to lower her arms. 

Joe tried to remain stone faced as he unbuttoned Eileen's blouse. He had seen her in a bikini before but never had he been so close to touching her wondrous milky white breasts. Slowly and deliberately he unfastened each button in turn from her clavicle on down. Gently he parted the front of the white blouse. Eileen's magnificent tits were practically spilling out of her baby blue brassier. Joe gazed in wonder at his friend's slim form and lovely smooth tummy. With the same deliberate gentilness and slowness, Joe slid Eileen's arms out of the sleeves. Eileen's breathing became heavier as Joe set her blouse down next to her sweater. 

Beginning to lose his butterflies to feel more like a kid on Christmas morning, Joe reached for the buckle on Eileen's slacks and then, in quick succession, opened the belt, unclasped the pants and began tugging them over her perfect rump and down the long fine legs. Eileen was wearing modest panties the same color as her bra. Joe had Eileen step out of her slacks and took a long lustful look at the woman.

Joe had been with many women and would be with many more, still he realized that few from the past and perhaps none from the future would ever rival the body displayed before him now. Well skilled at the art, Joe stood before Eileen and with one hand, reached behind her back and undid her brassier. With one motion of the other hand he pulled it away from her body. The breasts that had been entrapped by the bra were exquisite. Eileen's areolas were nice sized but not too large. They were just the shade of light brown that Joe adored. Surmounting each breast was a nipple the size and shape of a pencil eraser that was nearly pink in color. Joe's erection upon the revelation of these wonderful breasts was now almost physically painful. Eileen hung her head in shame but made no effort to cover herself. 

With utter delight Joe tugged on the panties and Eileen's, wonderful blonde thatched box came into view. The hair on Eileen's pussy was the same golden hue as that on her head. Thickly carpeted it looked so inviting. Joe was going to enjoy this week more than he had even imagined. He could tell now that it would easily be worth a dozen ruined trucks. Joe lowered the panties to the floor and Eileen stepped out of them. Joe was now totally enamored of her. 

Joe placed the palm of each hand on either side of Eileen's body and gently ran them the length of her golden torso. Her breasts felt every bit as wonderful as they looked. Clad now in just her jewelry, Joe gently removed the hoops and studs from Eileen's ears and unclasped the gold chain from her neck. Eileen's eyes teared up as Joe removed the birthstone ring and the wedding and engagement ring from her fingers. A tear ran down Eileen's face as Joe completed the process of fully stripping his best friend's wife. The jewels joined the clothing on the dresser top and after what had been many moments of virtual silence Joe announced.




The Incident



"You are very beautiful slave. You master is very pleased with your naked form. Your master requires a blow job. I expect you to swallow my seed."

Eileen emitted an almost inaudible sob then bent to her knees and placed her face parallel to Joe's crotch. She liberated Joe's engorged penis from his pants and began to perform her duties. This was the first time she had ever seen Joe's penis. All she focused upon was not gagging as she got it into her mouth. Eileen had decided that she would obey Joe to the best of her abilities. Not only because she knew that a delighted Joe was far more likely to forgive the debt, but also because her guilt made her feel that she merited the harshest punishment possible.

As Joe watched the beautiful blonde head of his best friend's wife skillfully slide back and forth the length of his shaft, he knew that the week ahead of him would be the most memorable of his life. Joe was so keyed up and so primed that he came not very long after Eileen began her ministrations upon his cock. Gently, yet firmly her held Eileen's face so that she could not turn away as Joe shot a load down her throat. It had taken a supreme act of will but Joe had not jerked off for the entire week before Eileen had come into his possession. He wanted to maximize his enjoyment of his slave's first blow job. The results were everything Joe had hoped. He was supremely glad that he had held off. Eileen wiped away tears as she choked down Joe's semen.

Next Joe helped Eileen to her feet and embraced her. Joe planted a kiss on Eileen's lips and said,

"Well done slave well done! Next we are headed to the bathroom where I am going to wash you head to toe. I WILL let you keep your bush but I am going to do some severe trimming on it. I will shape it into the letter 'J'. I think it will look very nice, perhaps even Eddie will like it."

Eileen hung her head in humiliation, bit her lower lip and took Joe's proffered hand and allowed him to steer her towards the bathroom. Eileen felt sure that the punishment and humiliation that she promised to endure for the week ahead would be more than adequate atonement for her sins. As she followed Joe to the bathroom she at last found her voice and said, 

"Yes Master, whatever you desire. Whatever you desire."

Once in the bathroom, Joe turned on the taps and tested the temperature of the water. Eileen noticed some razors and other items on the vanity. Joe began hugging and kissing Eileen as the tub filled. Eileen found the path of least resistance was to kiss Joe back. To her surprise she found that task less unpleasant than she had expected. Before this night she and Joe had only exchanged light and brief embraces. The only time they had kissed was a chaste peck during the reception line at her wedding to Eddie. To Eileen's considerable consternation,she discovered that Joe was an exceptional kisser. He was far better than Eddie, and his kisses started to ignite a fire deep within her sexual center. Eileen shuddered at the unwanted but highly arousing experience.

Joe pushed a button on the wall and the same soft romantic music from the bedroom began playing here as well.It did not take long for the tub to fill and Joe bid Eileen to enter. To Eileen's surprise the water was just the temperature she liked. Joe placed an inflated bath pillow behind Eileen's head and gently began soaping up her body. Joe was amazed at how soft the lovely's blonde's skin was. He was also struck by how few blemishes her skin wore. There were a few light freckles on her breasts and a slight scar on one knee. Aside from that she was flawless.

For her part Eileen did her best to relax as Joe's strong, yet tender hands worked their way over her flesh. Joe knew exactly what he was doing and before long all of the tension that Eileen had worn coming into Joe's house had evaporated, replaced by an erotic expectation that Eileen did her best to suppress -- but failed. 

Because his shirt sleeves had gotten wet Joe decided to take his shirt off. Eileen had seen Joe shirtless countless times before but she had never noticed just how finely muscled he was. Despite herself she found her eyes lingering on Joe's impressive abs and pecs as he washed her, Eileen could not help but wonder what it would feel like to skim her fingers over him. 

Joe washed Eileen everywhere, even penetrating her anus and pussy with his fingers. The first time Joe's fingers entered her Eileen tensed up. By the fifth time she was starting to enjoy it. Joe even washed Eileen's long flowing hair. At first Eileen puzzled over how Joe had known her favorite brand of shampoo, but then she recalled that Joe was often a visitor to her and Eddie's own bathroom. This was the first inkling on Eileen's part that Joe had more than just a passing interest in her. As if reading her mind Joe began speaking,

"Slave, you have no idea how long that I have dreamed about this moment. I've known you as long as Eddie but you never seemed interested in me. Even though Eddie is the best friend I have ever had and will ever have, I have always envied him his wife. To be specific I have envied his opportunities to get you into bed." 

Eileen sat mute, while hearing Joe's confession. She had always considered Joe handsome but when she had encountered Eddie and Joe at the diner where she worked she had sized up Joe immediately. He was after a good time and a quick fuck. Eddie seemed to be a man for the long term, husband and father material.

Eileen had taken up with Eddie with no regrets. However, on their wedding night Eileen discovered that she was far more experienced sexually than her new husband was. Oh Eddie and Joe had been regular tom cats as bachelors, but Eddie had really never learned how to properly please a woman in bed. Eileen had worked hard since donning his ring to turn her husband into the lover that she not only felt she that desired but, quite frankly, deserved; but she had not been entirely successful. Eileen was happy with Eddie but during the hard moments, she found herself thinking about Joe.

As she sat in the tub while Joe's talented fingers did their work Eileen wondered again. What if she had chosen Joe instead of Eddie? Could she have changed Joe and made him want to settle down. Could she now be living in this fine house surrounded by wealth instead of pinching pennies? Eileen tried to drive such thoughts away but they kept creeping back, but they kept creeping back,and Joe's stimulation of her pussy and her anus made that happen so much more vividly. She trembled, trying to escape from the vivid and shocking thoughts flowing through her mind.

At that moment Joe had Eileen step out of the tub and he gently dried her off. He had Eileen sit on the commode while he used a dryer to blow dry her hair. The music in the background turned into a romantic ballad and Joe sang along with the words in a deep, fine voice. To Eileen it seemed like Joe was singing from his heart and that the emotion of the song matched his feelings towards her. Once the music ended Joe said,

"Slave it will be easier to trim your bush into the letter J on the bed in my room. After I mark you slave I will be making love to you. This will be love making -- not just a simple fuck. You are not like any other woman I have ever known Eileen. I promised to be gentle with you so I will treat you like a princess. However, I expect you to be thoroughly compliant in bed in exchange. I am quite capable of forcing you but neither of us wants that. Tonight and for the rest of the week I want you willing slave. In exchange for your willingness and complete obedience I will be a gentle and very romantic pussy cat."

As Joe said those words he looked deeply into Eileen's brilliant blue eyes. Eileen saw sincerity and honesty in Joe's own deep brown eyes. In fact Eileen saw something in Joe she had never seen in him before, it was as though he had opened every chamber of his heart and soul with his words. Eileen could also not help notice that Joe had used her name rather than calling her slave. Eileen was truly touched.

"I can agree to that Master. I can agree to that without any problems at all." Replied Eileen. 

With that, the face Joe had worn as long as Eileen had known him returned. He hung up the towel and took Eileen's hand and led her back to the bedroom picking up the scissors, razor and shave cream as they exited the room.

Eileen watched spellbound in the room length ceiling mirror as Joe set to work on her thick bush. Eileen was proud of her golden carpet and had never done more than trim it for bikini season. Even if no one besides Eddie had seen it with any regularity it demonstrated to the world that Eileen was a natural blonde. For that reason alone Eileen treasured her feminine thatch. 

Joe carefully trimmed away Eileen's hair with the scissors. As he worked he placed the trimmed hairs in a small cedar box. Joe trimmed close to the skin. Eileen marveled at how gentle his touch was, and how arousing. Leaving, a narrow but obvious raised letter 'J' down the middle of Eileen's crotch, Joe then took the shaving cream and with the razor, deftly removed the stubble the scissors had left. Joe arose, returned to the bathroom and brought a moist washcloth. Gently he dabbed away the cream. Catching Eileen's gaze in the mirror, Joe asked,

"What do you think slave?"

Eileen ran her hands over her mound experiencing the novel sensation.Joe was remarkably skilled with the razor, the smoothness impressed Eileen. She sat up and took a good look at her crotch. After a moment she gave Joe her sincere answer.

"It looks good Master.I like it."

Joe smiled and said. "Now we see how it tastes."

A moan escaped from deep within her, but before she had time to react further, Joe's head was between her legs and his tongue stroked along her pussy upwards from the perineum, stopping just short of her clit. Eileen's first reaction had been to try and slither out from under him but the excitement generating inside her delayed this reaction . As she squirmed Joe's tongue revealed itself to be very talented. His tongue and lips reminded Eileen of men before her husband, men who knew how to please a woman every time, Instantly Eileen stopped squirming to escape and instead was squirming with pleasure. Joe's oral gifts had her whimpering with desire and her juices started flowing freely.

Joe added to this lascivious torture by inserting first one and then two fingers into Eileen's now saturated love channel as he flicked at her clit with his tongue. Despite herself Eileen moaned and begged Joe for more, her mind completely detached from this slavery completely forgotten in the haze of lust. It had been a long time since she had felt THIS good..

"Oh god Joe, yes, more, make me cum. God this is so good... I never imagined that you are so ..." as he continued to send her closer to the edge. Eileen felt herself leaving her body as Joe took her throbbing clit between his teeth and gently bit down.

Joe was completely delighted and Eileen appalled when her tremendous orgasm released itself in waves throughout her body. Eileen's entire body blushed with humiliation when she realized how much her body had betrayed her Worse she had allowed herself to enjoy Joe's abilities.

This is not how it was supposed to be she told herself. This was a week to be endured and tolerated not enjoyed. What did it say about her that only hours after leaving her husband's side she had been in the throes of passion with his best friend? Worse she realized that Joe probably knew every trick and skill to make a woman come and come again. Eileen realized that her body was going to betray her again and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Her betrayal caused her to weep, but behind the tears was an excitement that she tried hard to deny.

In a moment Joe's hand was on her shoulder and his soothing voice was in her ear.

"Slave. Eileen. Don't take it to heart. I have known through things that Eddie has told me and your body language for as long as I have known you, that Eddie does not ALWAYS make you happy. I know he tries hard but I have always been a better and more attentive lover than he is. Its not just enough for me to get a woman into bed, unless I please that woman I feel that I have failed. Failed not only her but myself. I know that right now you are embarrassed, but if you allow yourself to relax and enjoy yourself I will give you a week that you will recall with pleasure the rest of your life. This week will get you through those future cold winter nights when Eddie, tries to light your fire and fails."

Eileen sat up and embraced Joe. She cried into his left shoulder for several more minuets and then said,

"Oh Joe, I would be lying to you if I told you that Eddie makes me feel as good as you just did. I can't remember the last time someone got me off like that. But I feel so horrid. I LOVE Eddie!"

Joe replied, "And Eddie is like the brother I never had. This week is not just about paying a debt anymore it is about two people making each other feel VERY good for a seven days. I can give you plenty more of what you just had slave, all you have to do is embrace it."

Eileen wiped her tears and took a good look at Joe. He was every bit as handsome as her husband but there was a sensitivity and gentleness that Eddie lacked. The visions that Eileen had of this week being an unrelenting chore vanished. She decided that she WANTED to experience all of Joe's many gifts. She decided that she WOULD embrace this slavery and run with it. Eileen could fee the sexual tension start to build inside her. Her nipples were hard and achy, and she could feel damp warmth settling between her legs. In her mind, the week opened up to a vista of one orgasm after another, and she was thrilled at the thought of giving herself completely to Joe, for his pleasure but also for hers. She did not know how it would all end but she was determined to have fun getting there. Her next words came far easier to her throat then she ever imagined that they would have. 

"Master. I will give you EVERYTHING and ANYTHING this week. If I am not obedient or suitably pleasing to you, discipline me until I am."

Joe greeted Eileen's words with a broad smile. He had longed for this outcome but it arrived faster than he had ever dared hope. Still Eileen was not like so many other women who had passed through his bedroom, she was something special and deserved special treatment. 

"I can do that slave." Said Joe. "But you will have to follow my instruction to the letter. Now how about helping me out of these pants."

Eileen read every intention on Joe's handsome face and sincere smile. In a moment her last fear utterly dissipated. Eileen wiped her tears, smiled and slid off the bed. Even without being told she knew what to do. On her knees she reached for Joe's belt buckle.

"If I am not mistaken, my Master would enjoy another blow job." said Eileen as she lowered Joe's pants and eyed his impressive penis. 

Eileen considered the penis before her. She really hadn't studied it the first time she sucked Joe off. Eileen suddenly realized the woman who had entered Joe's door not so long ago had departed. Eileen was not sure exactly what was coming over her but knew she liked it. Eileen was quite happy with Joe's equipment he was an inch or so longer than Eddie and a bit broader. He tasted divine. Gently Eileen kissed along his shaft and caressed his balls with her soft, tender hands. Joe kicked away the pants and stood over Eileen. The icy blonde had a very talented tounge and set of lips of her own. Despite just coming just over an hour before Joe felt especially sensitive and primed. The ensuing orgasm seemed to come from every muscle in his body. Without warning he came all over Eileen's face. His man juice slid down her chin and coated her magnificent breasts.

Both Joe and Eileen laughed. Whatever remaining tension or inhibitions there had been between them vanished in a sea of mirth. "I'm sorry slave. I should have warned you, but that happened so fast. You are very talented slave."

Eileen licked up the cum about her mouth and chin but wiped the rest of herself off with her hands. Joe grabbed his cast off pants and told Eileen to clean herself up.

"Master. Please give me some warning. Next time I'll be sure to swallow every drop!"

With that she winked at Joe. In response he smiled ear to ear. Joe helped Eileen to her feet. He embraced her, planted a deep kiss on her succulent lips and said.

"Slave, I think that we are going to have a very fine time indeed this week." 

Eileen returned Joe's embrace. She pulled away a bit and fondled Joe's flaccid penis. It began to stiffen in her hand.

"I think we will have an excellent time this week as well." She tugged on Joe's cock and said, "I can't wait to see if you are as talented with this as you are with your tongue. MASTER."

She had said the word 'Master' with a mischievous grin upon her face. With that she winked again at Joe and Joe knew that he would never regret the week ahead, no matter what it might lead to.



The Incident at the Coronation



SINCE THIS STORY IS BASED ON A REAL INCIDENT, SOME HISTORICAL SCENE SETTING IS REQUIRED; THE SEX GETS GOING IN EARNEST ON PAGE TWO. 

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"And I grant to Bishop Æthelwold the estate at [unidentified] and pray him that he will always intercede for my mother and for me." Will of Ælfgifu.

Risborough, October 959

Æthelgifu stared wide-eyed at the raftered ceiling; often she would wake early and find herself unable to return to sleep, turning over in her mind all that had passed in the last three years and a half. Three and a half years, was that all - to gain and lose so much? And in those small hours she would brood upon what the weft and warp of fate yet held for her and for her children: one daughter abandoned, the other yet to be betrothed, her sons bound by oaths of loyalty to a falling star. But on this morning her heart strained under a heightened foreboding, a premonition of a doom waiting to fall upon them all.

Ælfgifu, the elder daughter, lay snuggled against her mother, the touch of flesh cloying and prickly beneath the covers, stray strands of auburn hair tickling against the matron's cheek. Careful not to disturb the slumbering girl, Æthelgifu extricated herself, letting the younger woman's head drop against the sloping headboard. In the chink of light breaking through the thick embroidered bed hangings she watched her daughter's pert breasts rise and fall with the rhythm of her breath. Tenderly she ran a finger round the aureole of the closest nipple, pink against the pale freckled flesh, raising the small bud. Ælfgifu moaned softly in her sleep, responding to the familiar touch. 

Æthelgifu had done all a mother could to comfort the girl: distracting her with occupations suitable for a young lady of rank, the embroidering of church vestments or playing at nine men's morris and fox and geese; bringing in scops to fill the lengthening evenings with ancient sagas and novel riddles; soothing her daughter's troubled mind with readings from the Gospels; satisfying the burning desires of the flesh with lips and tongue and fingers that penetrated and probed in all the her daughter's secret places, using the nubile body in the ways it craved to be used; slaking her own ravening lust on her daughter's need. 

It was not enough. The touch for which Ælfgifu pined was that of her husband, the touch she would never be allowed to feel again, his cock never more to slide between the gratefully parted thighs and fill the welcoming cunt, where, by nature's law, if not God's, it belonged. And Æthelgifu? Well,if she did not hear from that bastard dishthegn soon she was going to hump a stablelad; or possibly one of his charges.

Letting her daughter sleep on, Æthelgifu parted the hangings and slid down off of the big wooden bed. Privacy was the preserve of privilege, the church frowning upon the opportunities it provided for the indulgence of sinful appetites. Æthelgifu, whose appetites were stronger than most, had her bed behind a partition of stout Baltic planking. There was a knock upon the door and she undid the mortice lock, to let in a serving wench with an ewer of steaming water. By the dim morning light filtering through the oiled vellum window, she washed her face and private parts, and, having towelled herself dry, dressed, selecting from an iron-banded chest a long blue linen tunic with tightly fitting sleeves. Over this went a broad sleeved scarlet gown in soft wool, embroidered upon the neckline and cuffs, and onto her feet she slipped shoes edged with red leather. Taking up the collection of tiny tools that hung from a ring at her belt, she plucked her eyebrows and nostril hairs, then scooped the wax out of her ears with a tiny spoon, before applying a little colour with a brush. Finally she donned a lace adorned wimple, straightening it in the lead-backed mirror so that the carefully crimped light brown curls artfully peaked out onto the forehead and temple.

She paused to admire herself. The broad brow was marred by a brace of narrow lines, and perpendicular to these stern furrows had formed above the bridge of the chiselled nose, and, yes, the skin hung a little loosely from the high cheekbones, but the beauty that had caused Edric of Washington to choose her yet remained. The once luscious mouth had grown thinner-lipped and downcurled at the corners, but she had kept the full set of even teeth, all tolerably white. The eyes had grown a little heavy lidded, but pearl grey irises continued to gleam brightly under curling lashes. The swanlike neck creased now when it turned, and creases too testified to the weight of the yet full but increasingly veined and pendulous breasts; a belly had gathered above the tapering waist and there was more meat upon the hips that had borne Edric four children. But for all the trials inflicted upon her, all the insults she had had to endure, and all the slanders, she still carried herself like the great lady she was, the widow of an ealdorman, the mother of a queen. 

Wrapping herself in a marten-trimmed mantle, held together with an enamelled broach Ælfheah had given her, she passed through the bower, where the palliases of her intimate retainers had been rolled away and the ashes of the fire in the central hearth raked, and stepped out into the passage between the bower and the great hall. The bond servants, who had slept on the benches that lined the walls of the hall, were already up and about their business in brewhouse or dairy, granary or buttery, the wholesome scent of bannocks baking on the griddle wafting from the kitchen.

Æthelgifu walked across the enclosure to the bellhouse and began to climb. From the top of the tower she could look down upon the roofs of the vill clustered around the ditched and pallisaded burh, the solid homes of churls and the humbler cottages of the labourers, the manorial chapel and the mill. Her eyes swept further abroad across the stubbled fields and mown meadows, at first tracing the long western boundary of the strip of land that formed her estate, from the gore to the blackthorn hedge and along the foul brook up past the great ash and down the old dyke west of the herdsman's shacks; then looking north to the neighbouring manors of Waldridge and Kimble and beyond to the valley of the Wye, before turning her gaze east to the Icknield Way under the wooded slopes of the Chilterns, where the chalk scar of Whiteleaf caught a glimmer of morning sun; at the old heathen burial mound the ancient trackway met the King's Street which ran on up past Wayland's stump to thread through the gap in the hills. Two horsemen were galloping headlong down the road; though little more than distant specks as yet, Æthelgifu recognised them with a mother's eye.

Returning to the bower she was greeted by her younger daughter, Ælfwaru, her hair yet uncovered but the budding breasts obvious beneath the linen shift. Perhaps I should put her in Edgar's bed, she thought, as I did Ælfgifu in his brother's. But what was the point? The horny little toad had already bedded half the thegn's daughters in Mercia and, perhaps with more pleasure, their maidservants too. It was doubtful if there was anything even Æthelgifu could teach him.

"What did you see, mother?" the child asked, surprised to find her coming down from the bellhouse.

"Your brothers are here," Æthelgifu answered. Ælfwaru's exclamation of excitement died upon her lips as she registered the hard line of her mother's mouth. "You had best tell your sister."

The brothers rode under the great burh gate and swung down off of the shaggy ponies, throwing the reins to a groom. The younger boy, Ælfward, embraced his mother; Æthelgifu ran her finger through his copper hair as she looked questioningly to his brother. Æthelward's gangling frame had begun to fill out; last year he had taken a wife and he was become one the great men of the household, a royal dishthegn, like Ælfheah. Where, wondered Æthelgifu was Ælfheah? Why did he not come?

Æthelward's gaze reluctantly turned from his mother to his sister, as he cleared his throat to announce, "Edwig the All-fair is dead." 

All colour drained from Ælfgifu's cheeks. Of course she had known she had lost him, that there was no way he would be allowed to take her back, but Æthelgifu knew a part of her had still hoped. Ælfgifu shook her head, "He can't be."

Of course he is, thought Æthelgifu. How, when they have taken so much else from him, the half of his kingdom, the wife he loved, would they let him keep his life?

Kingston, March 956

King Edred Weak-in-the-Feet had been dying all his life, but three months previously, in his manor of Frome at the age of thirty-two, the sickly genes that the great Ælfred had passed on to his descendants had finally sent him to his rest. He had not failed in his duty. The work begun by his grandfather Ælfred, and continued by his father and aunt, his half-brother and brother, had been completed; the Viking threat had been tamed and all the former petty kingdoms of the English brought under the West Saxon heel.

The line Ælfred had drawn at the Watling Street, annexing to his own realm the heartland of the old Mercian kingdom, had been pushed back, and one by one the leaders of the Danelaw had fallen: the kings of East Anglia; the jarls of nine boroughs; the hold of Amounderness (cutting off the Kings of York from their allies in Dublin); and York, well York had proved a more intractable problem. But after many a surrender followed by many a revolt, Edred had had the scheming Archbishop Wulfstan brought south in chains; and their King, Eric Bloodaxe, for a second time cast out his city, had been slain in a trap laid by Oswulf, High Reeve of the English enclave of Bamburgh. Oswulf now held Northumbria, the land his ancestors had ruled as kings, as the ealdorman of a king who had his capital in Winchester.

A new concept was being born, England. But it was fragile. Edred had left a warchest in his will lest the Danes should rise again, and there remained a faultline in the kingdom, between Wessex and its dependencies south of the Thames, and the lands of the old Mercian hegemony to the north.

Edred's bony backside had kept the throne warm for the sons of his brother Edmund: the aethelings Edwig and Edgar, the last heirs of Alfred's male line. When Edmund the Magnificent had bled out on the floor of the feast hall at Pucklechurch, the knife of the outlaw in his chest, the boys had been too young to succeed, so the Witan had elected Edred. There was nothing remarkable in this; among the English kings were chosen from those of the blood who were most throneworthy. Ælfred himself had assumed the crown after his brother, the sainted Æthelred, had succumbed to the wounds he had suffered on the battlefield of Merton; it had been inconceivable that Æthelred's infant sons should lead the West Saxons in their darkest hour against the Danish onslaught. 

Yet an arrangement that was practical in the heat of war could be destabilising in times of peace. When Edward the Elder, the warrior son of Ælfred, had assumed the kingship, one of Æthelred's sons had staked his own claim, and failing to rally the English had thrown in his lot with the Viking foe.

Edward had united the bloodlines by putting aside the mother of his eldest son to take his uncle's granddaughter to wife, and upon his death the West Saxon Witan had elected their son Ælfward; but the Witan had reckoned without the people of Mercia, who proclaimed a king of their own, Æthelstan, the son of the woman Edward had discarded. Æthelstan had been raised at the court of his aunt, Æthelflaed, the Lady of the Mercians. Æthelflaed, handed in marriage to the Mercian aetheling her father had appointed ealdorman of the English part of Mercia, had ruled the former kingdom as a semi-independent fief, first on behalf of her ailing husband, and then in her own right. On the death of his sister Edward had annexed her lands, locking her young daughter up in a nunnery, and imposing West Saxon law. The Mercians, with their proud history of independence, had neither forgotten nor forgiven, and in Æthelstan the Glorious they had found themselves a formidable leader, a man in the mould of his grandfather, scholarly, pious and warlike. Ælfward's support crumbled, and sixteen days after the death of his father he had succumbed to one of those mysterious ends that befall unsuccessful claimants to the throne.

Having cowed the Danes of York and the Welsh princes, Æthelstan had bloodily defeated the Dublin Vikings, Scots and Strathclyde Britons at the Battle of Brunanburh. With him in the Brunanburh had been his eighteen year old half-brother Edmund, the son of yet another of his father's marriages, to the remarkable lady Edgifu. To secure the succession, the ascetic young King had adopted Edmund as his heir.

Edmund had peacefully succeeded Æthelstan, as Edred had Edmund, and once again there was to be no succession crisis: Edmund's elder son Edwig, whom Edred had raised at his court, had this day stood upon the scaffold in the market square to accept the acclaim of the people, his long blonde hair glistening yet more brightly than the golden regalia in the spring sunshine.

Kingston was a liminal a place: here the tide reached its furthest point and turned, and here was the highest place in its length that the Thames could be forded, bringing together peoples of south and north. And here, in the famous minster on the gravel island formed by the meeting of the Thames and the Hogsmill, Edwig, had ceased to be simply a man and had become God's anointed; Odo the Severe, Canterbury's archbishop had fastened on the bracelet, and had placed the sceptre in his hand and the crown upon his head.

Tonight at the great feast Edwig would show his worthiness to be the people's lord, the breadgiver, showering his largesse upon the great and the good, the aldermen and king's thegns, bishops and abbots. In the the burh of the royal manor the household officials were bustling back and forth, ensuring all ran smoothly, the dishthegns, who saw to the King's vittles, the byrles who served him his drink, and the bowerthegns who put him to bed; three men to each office who would each spend four months at court. 

For Æthelgifu, a noble widow with a daughter of ripe age and two fine sons with careers to build, no finer opportunity could present itself than the accession of a virile young ruler. But how to find time alone with him?

The young King was talking to, or perhaps more accurately, being talked at, by his grandmother, Queen Edgifu, in her fifties now, but slim and straight, her manner as imperious as ever; at her shoulder stood the burly tonsured figure of Abbot Dunstan of Glastonbury, glowering grimly at his squirming royal master. 

While her brothers mingled with the young cnihts of the King's household, thegn's son's like themselves looking for advancement, Ælfgifu clung wide-eyed to her mother's side as Æthelgifu pointed out who was whom among the great ones of the court. The tall beautiful woman with her hand on the arm of the jovial man with the bushy red beard, that was the King's stepmother, Queen Æthelflaed with her second husband Æthelstan the Red; the woman who closely resembled her was her sister, and the hulking figure towering over everyone, the sister's husband, the East Saxon thegn Byrhtnoth, a mighty spear-wielder in the shieldwall. A scarred, hatchet faced man had been identified as the ealdorman Oswulf, lured down from his eyrie in Bamburgh for the coronation, while the wiry, white haired figure buttonholing him was the disgraced archbishop Wulfstan, now installed in the see of far off Dorchester, where he could stir no further trouble in the north.

Æthelgifu was wondering whether to rescue the Northumbrian ealdorman, or perhaps ingratiate herself with the younger of the dowager queens, when she was hailed by a robust, white-bearded man, his greying locks balding on the crown. She dropped a curtsey, Ælfgifu anxiously imitating her, as, retinue in tow, the tall figure of ealdorman Æthelstan of East Anglia strode across to greet her. The brother of her late husband, ealdorman Edric of Hampshire, Æthelstan had held his office for a quarter of a century, his jurisdiction having come to encompass all those lands of the former Danelaw south of the Humber, and his reach having grown further still. They called him the Half-King. 

Æthelstan introduced a small, stocky boy as his foster-son, the younger aetheling, Edgar. His head barely level with Æthelgifu's matronly breasts, he leered at them openly. It was true then that the boy was a graceless ill-formed runt. Hopefully his handsome brother would marry soon and have issue to secure the succession. She glanced across at Ælfgifu, now blushing crimson as the aetheling's salivating gaze switched to the daughter. And why not Ælfgifu? With her noble lineage and classical education, her pale skin and high cheeked beauty, her succulent breasts and child-bearing hips, she would make a perfect wife for the young King. Was it too much to dream that her daughter might grace the royal bed? That she might one day be the grandmother of a king?

As the Half-King strode off to speak with Cynesige, the red-faced bishop of Lichfield, Æthelgifu found herself in conversation with the aetheling's tutor, Æthelwold. A former monk of Glastonbury, at the intercession of Queen Edgifu he had been granted the ruins of the old abbey at Abingdon, one of many that had long lain abandoned after being sacked by the Danes. He was building a new abbey which would be run on the rule of St. Benedict, without any interfering lay patron, and peopled with devout monks instead of the lazy, ignorant secular canons who scrounged livings off the remaining houses; not even Dunstan had succeeded in dislodging them at Glastonbury. Æthelwold had been immersing himself in old charters and hoped to make legal arguments for the restoration of all Abingdon's former lands that had fallen into the hands of the laity. Æthelgifu was impressed by the young man's gentle fervour, but she couldn't help wondering which of her own estates had once belonged to religious houses.

Out of the corner of her eye Æthelgifu witnessed the barrel-chested dishthegn Ælfheah extricate the King from the earnest attentions of his grandmother and Abbott Dunstan. She did not know the dishthegn well, but he and his brother Ælfhere, sons of the late ealdorman of Outer Mercia, had lately become important ministers at Edred's court. From the confident and confiding way Ælfheah took the young King's arm it seemed they intended to make themselves similarly indispensable to his successor.

Æthelgifu's heart fluttered as she realised that Ælfheah was leading the King towards her and her daughter. She curtsied low, her daughter following her example. The King smiled radiantly, displaying dazzling white teeth. "Nay kinswoman," he said, signalling that they should rise. "It is I who should bow in the presence of such beauty." His expansive gaze plainly indicated that both mother and daughter were included in the compliment; the two women blushed delightedly. Edwig, the older woman noted, though not dwarfish like his brother, was below average height, yet slim and well proportioned, his features fine and even. His moustache and beard were yet straggly, but full golden locks cascaded in waves onto his shoulders, glistening in the sun.

"This must be my cousin Ælfgifu," he said taking the girl's small hand in his. "When last I saw her, Ælfheah, she stamped on the toy ship my uncle's steersman carved for me; I could never rig it right again after."

"As I remember, sire, I dismasted your ship only because you would not return to me my dolly," Ælfgifu replied pertly.

"That was ill done my lord, to wrest a noble lady from her chaperone," admonished the dishthegn, chuckling under his thick, sandy moustaches. He was a short man, no taller than his master, but broad-shouldered and powerfully built. Æthelgifu was struck most by piercing pale blue eyes that missed nothing.




The Incident at the Coronation



"Ah, but now I am King, should the lady Ælfgifu's playthings take my fancy, she mayst not refuse me," teased Edgar.

"And nor would she wish to," said Æthelgifu hurriedly, observing that the King still held her daughter's hand. The golden haired youth regarded her enquiringly. "And nor would her chaperone," she added, smiling coyly but holding his gaze.

While the young King continued chatting easily with the mother and daughter, Ælfheah was drawn aside by his brother, Ælfhere, a taller, slimmer version of the dishthegn. Returning Ælfheah whispered in the Kings ear.

"It seems that my grandmother believes I am neglecting my duties," sighed Edwig. Over his shoulder Æthelgifu saw the dowager Edgifu glaring across at her, Abbot Dunstan by her side as always, purse-lipped and folded-armed.

"Of course the King has no time on his coronation day for the prattle of foolish women," agreed Æthelgifu, being sure to thrust out her ample chest and flash him her most winning smile. "But when shall our noble lord grace us with his company again? It would be our delight to entertain him as he should choose, is that not so Ælfgifu?"

"Oh yes! We are entirely at the King's disposal, " agreed Ælfgifu, taking her cue, and giving Edwig a freckle-faced smile that for all its open innocence would have twitched the cock of the most ascetic of Abbot Æthelwold's monks.

"Come to my bower once the feast has begun, I will slip away and join you," said Edwig "It can be arranged?" he asked eagerly, turning to Ælfheah.

The dishthegn appeared doubtful, but recognising the petulant turn of the King's mouth, agreed. "It can be arranged." 

Pulling the hoods of their mantles over their heads the two women slipped past the pool of yellow light spilling from the doors of the great hall, the roar of feasting loud within, and made their way to the King's bower. Ælfhere was waiting for them; thinner-faced than his brother, he looked positively gaunt in the moonlight. He lead them up the outer stairs to an upper chamber and told them to wait.

"Ælfheah shall cover for the King's absence as long as he is able," Ælfhere explained urgently, "but do not allow him to tarry too long." With that he left, returning hurriedly to the hall.

Æthelgifu and her daughter found themselves in a chamber lit by the flickering light of torches. Rich tapestries hung from walls lined with strongboxes containing the King's chattels, many of the finest pieces having been put on display. At the far end the King's great bed had been assembled. 

As Ælfgifu marvelled at the fineness of the hangings, Æthelgifu covetously handled a gilt-inlaid drinking horn. This was the world in which she belonged. She was not going to let it slip out of her grasp.

"If we do not have much time then we must be ready for the King when he comes," she said. "Undress child and get in the bed."

Ælfgifu looked at her mother open-mouthed. Æthelgifu cursed herself for not preparing the girl better. What did the little fool think they had come here for? 

But then seeing her daughter before her, so innocent in her pretty frock, for a moment Æthelgifu melted. After this night Ælfgifu would no longer be the child she had taught to sew and read, who had come running to her when she had grazed a knee or to bring her posies of flowers from the wood. She would be a grown woman inducted into all the mysteries of her sex. But, Æthelgifu told herself, her daughter's maidenhead was a price worth the paying for what they all stood to gain.

"Here," she said, "let me." Taking hold of the trusting face, she gently traced her finger tips along the line of the long neck, the bow of the lips, the slightly dimpled chin, the freckled cheeks; sliding her fingers up past the temples and under the wimple she removed the covering cloth, freeing the profusion of russet curls. Ælfgifu stood obediently still as Æthelgifu undressed her, feeling her mother' s hot breath on her neck and the slow purposeful touch of her hands as they ran smoothly over the garbed flesh. 

Only when Æthelgifu knelt at her feet and began lifting the linen undergarment, sensuously pushing the bunched cloth up her calves, past the knees, did Ælfgifu object. "Mother would you have the King see me quite naked?"

Infuriated at the child's ill-timed modesty, Æthelgifu by way of answer whipped the tunic over her daughter's head, baring the young body in one swift decisive movement. Instinctively the girl hunched her shoulders, covering her breasts with her upper arms and shielding her crotch with her hands. Æthelgifu pulled them away, Ælfgifu flinching before her mother's apparent anger.

"Listen to me," said Æthelgifu trying to rein in her sense of urgency and be patient with the girl. "Do you not think that every thegn in Wessex and beyond will be serving up their daughters as a dish for the King? And where will you be then, the daughter of a poor widow? But if you should please the King tonight..."

"He will marry me?" asked Ælfgifu, seeing some hope in her desperate situation.

"Perhaps," replied Æthelgifu, not wishing to raise her daughter's hopes so high just yet. It would not help if she were to say something foolish to the King. "But whatever else he will be grateful. There are your brothers to think of. If you can keep him interested he might even reward you with an estate or two. How should you like that?"

"But mother I have never been with a man!" exclaimed Ælfgifu, close to tears. 

"I should think not my girl, do you think I would shame myself by bringing my daughter to the King's bed if she were not a virgin? You should be honoured." 

"But I don't know what to do with a man. How am I to please him?" sniffed Ælfgifu.

"Oh child," said Æthelgifu, cupping her daughters face in her hands and kissing her upon the lips. "Do you think I would let such an opportunity rest on an ignorant girl and the fumblings of a boy? I shall be here to help you, both of you. Now help me undress."

As Ælfgifu helped her mother out of her clothes Æthelgifu subtly encouraged her to linger, to familiarise herself with the matronly flesh: the firm shapely calves and fleshy thighs, the well-rounded buttocks, the spreading mat of pubes, the soft mound of her belly, the heavy, drooping breasts and the long, delicately creased neck. In the hesitant touches and unnecessary pauses the widow could sense her daughter's fascination, and found herself enjoying it. She knew this night she would be making demands upon her daughter that no mother should make; she did not doubt that she could command her obedience, but it would be so much easier if the girl could be made to respond. The boy's touch could not be trusted, she would need to take charge of her daughter's body herself, to ensure that when the King came to take her she was ready and eager to be taken.

Standing naked before her naked daughter, Æthelgifu placed her hands on the younger woman's buttocks and drew her towards her, so that their bodies met, thigh against thigh, pubic mound against pubic mound, breast against breast, lip against lip; gently at first, allowing Ælfgifu time to relax, then gradually increasing the pressure, demanding more the more her daughter responded. As their lips mashed in earnest, and their breasts squashed between them, Æthelgifu ground her crotch against her daughter's. Slipping her tongue into her daughter's mouth, she felt Ælfgifu respond eagerly. It was almost too much; she had not thought to awaken such passion in her daughter, had not thought that she herself could feel such desire for the child of her loins. What sort of mother am I? she thought, as her hand explored the cleft in Ælfgifu's buttocks, sliding down to test if she were moist; what sort of daughter have I raised? as Ælfgifu urgently pushed back onto her exploring hand. 

Æthelgifu broke off the clinch, amused to see her daughter's petulant frustration as she did so, as if a toy had been taken from her. "We should be ready in the bed when the King comes," she said.

They sat themselves side by side against the sloping head board, the covers drawn down to expose their breasts. And they waited.

"Mother," asked Ælfgifu after a while. "Why did you kiss me?"

"I wanted to prepare you for the King," Æthelgifu responded seriously. "He is only a boy and may be over-eager. I would not want him entering you without first having made you moist."

"I am certainly moist now," said Ælfgifu blowing out her cheeks. "Did you enjoy kissing me?"

"You are a very good kisser," Æthelgifu reassured her.

Ælfgifu looked shyly across at her mother. "Would you kiss me some more? Only I think I might not be moist enough."

Perhaps I should make sure, thought Æthelgifu. "The King could arrive at any moment. But I will check to see if you are prepared." Giving her daughter's nipple a playful tweak, she pulled back the covers, and parting Ælfgifu's legs, knelt down between them. She ran her finger round the inner lips. Perhaps further moistening was called for, and since she was already down here... Tentatively she ran the tip of her tongue along the folds of the inner lips.

"Oh mother that is lovely," said Ælfgifu. "Don't stop." Æthelgifu had not been with another woman since she had been sent to the convent to finish her education, had not felt the need. The nuns had been cruel, using her for their own pleasures; she had delighted in defying them, but oh in their rough treatment of her they had taken her young woman's body to places no man had ever reached. She had wished to spare her daughter the harsh regime of the nunnery; only now could she concede how much her daughter had missed out on from being schooled at home by her mother. Why had she not done this before? 

Ælfgifu's cunt was beautiful, perfect, she thought, feeling a warm upsurge of motherly pride. And the holy sisters had taught her so much she could pass onto her daughter. Eagerly she went to work with fingers and tongue on the labia and the clitoris, denying herself only the opening, for that belonged to the King. Ælfgifu lay back in a state of a bliss: did any girl have a more devoted mother?

And that was how King Edwig found them, Æthelgifu kneeling with her arse in the air and her face buried in the Y of Ælfgifu's legs as the girl came to a shuddering climax.

"Did I keep you waiting so long?" he asked, amused and and a little embarrassed. "It was quite difficult to slip away."

"Our desire for you overwhelmed us, sire," explained Æthelgifu, scrambling to the edge of her bed.

"My mother was showing me what I might expect, sire. She did not want me to be unprepared for you," elaborated Ælfgifu.

"My daughter is a virgin I am afraid, sire. She is a complete innocent," confirmed Æthelgifu, her lips gleaming with her daughter's secretions.

"Very thoughtful I am sure," murmured the bewildered youth. "Only I am not sure I know how to do what you were doing to your daughter."

"My mother is a wonderful teacher, sire," beamed Ælfgifu, all guileless enthusiasm. "I am sure she would show you."

"I insist sire," said Æthelgifu, taking charge of the situation. "Ælfgifu, what are you waiting for? Undress the King."

Ælfgifu set to with a will, stripping Edwig of his clothes, and in doing so unleashing her first erect cock. Slim, straight and surprisingly long, it did not seem to perturb Ælfgifu at all, if anything the King seemed disconcerted to have a young woman kneeling between his legs taking such an undisguised interest in what he had there.

To Edwig's consternation, Æthelgifu burst out laughing. "I am sorry, sire, only you seem rather overdressed."

Looking up Ælfgifu also collapsed in giggles. "So he is."

"I was not aware I was dressed at all," Edwig said puzzled, then felt his head with his hands. "Oh." He was, he realised, stark bollock naked except in that he was still wearing his golden crown. 

Ælfgifu stood up and, kissing him upon the lip, lifted off the crown and tossed it across the room, not caring where it landed. "But what am I to do about your sceptre?" she asked, fondling his cock.

Æthelgifu raised herself from the bed, her broad hips swaying. "Do you mind if I demonstrate to my daughter?"

"Please do," gulped her young liege lord.

With that the matron knelt on her haunches before the King, her daughter doing likewise that she might study her mother at work. Young girls learn from their mothers, thought Æthelgifu. I must be such a good mother. 

As Æthelgifu purposefully pleasured the royal cock, teasing the bedewed glans with her tongue, while her hand manipulated the solid shaft, teaching her daughter how to bring him agonisingly to the brink of ecstasy and then hold him back. Ælfgifu learnt eagerly, imitating all her mother's moves; but she had not yet quite her mother's skill. Without warning Edwig's load flew into her face.

Æthelgifu was annoyed with her daughter, she had not intended for him to come until his cock was safely buried between the girl's legs. Then annoyance turned to concern as she saw her daughter clawing her face in distress: some of Edwig's semen had hit her in the eye. 

As Æthelgifu bathed her daughter's eye from a pitcher by the bed, Edwig hovered around them, a picture of apologetic concern. "I am so sorry, please what can I do to make it up to you? Name anything."

Æthelgifu's ears pricked up at that, but before she could say anything, Ælfgifu, her eye still red and weeping, put her hand on the young King's breast. "You did not mean to, sire; it is my fault for being clumsy and making you come when you were not prepared. Please forgive me."

"You are so sweet!" exclaimed Edwig placing his hands on her shoulders; then earnestly looking her in the eye, he added, "I promise I shall never hurt you again. Ever."

Ælfgifu smiled and kissed him tenderly on the lips, letting his arms engulf her. "Is she not an angel?" Edwig asked turning to her mother. 

Yes thought Æthelgifu, she is. Now fuck her. "Sire," she said, "I see you are quite recovered." With the vigour of youth his cock was already hardening, no doubt encouraged by the rubbing of Ælfgifu's thigh as he held her in his arms.

"Oh good, you must take me properly, in the cunt," said Ælfgifu with a candour that alarmed even her mother.

"Of course I shall, my darling," replied Edwig, leading her by the hand over to the bed. "Madam," he said, turning to Æthelgifu, "Will you come to our assistance? We are both innocents. I am sure I should benefit from your instruction as much as your daughter." 

He is a virgin, realised Æthelgifu, that old bat of a grandmother has never let him near a woman. She almost laughed in triumph. There is so much I could teach them, she thought, if only there were more time. "Sire on this occasion as my daughter is already most moist, you may proceed directly to mounting her."

"Oh yes, do so," agreed her daughter. "I am ready."

"Ælfgifu, lie down and clutch your knees, holding them as far apart as they will go," instructed Æthelgifu. Ælfgifu obeyed, fully exposing her sex to the fascinated King, who had questions. Briefly Æthelgifu explained to him all the working parts, encouraging him to touch and taste,. She was conscious of the passing of time, but thought it good for her daughter's sake that the boy should have some knowledge beyond mere thrusting.

"Are all women's cunts so beautiful," asked Edwig, awed as he surveyed Ælfgifu's copper-wire crowned treasure with the puffed outer lips and the small pink inner lips splayed for his inspection.

"Women's cunts vary as much men's cocks, sire," explained Æthelgifu placing one foot on the bed and the other on the floor, so the King might see better. "My lips are darker and longer than my daughter's."

"But just as enchanting," answered Edwig, breathing in the rich aroma. 

She winced as he tried a tentative taste. "Remember what I told you? More softly sire. Oh yes, that is much better." The boy was a fast learner, a natural in fact.

"Sire I am sure my mother's cunt taste's delightful," said Ælfgifu displaying a little impatience, "and I should like to taste it myself..." 

"Of course my dear you must," interjected the King.

"...but I should very much like to be fucked now." 

Red-faced the King desisted from pleasuring Æthelgifu, and bent to work a little uncertainly over her daughter. "Sire, allow me," said Æthelgifu, guiding his cock to her daughter's slot, and holding it in place, helping to ease it through the virginal lips. Once he had the head safely in she allowed him to thrust his full length. Her daughter grimaced but as far as she could see there was no blood. She made him go slowly at first, but as her daughter visibly relaxed, she encouraged him to vary the pace. Having come so recently he had the staying power for a little experimentation.

Æthelgifu felt like a little experimentation herself. Standing behind Edwig she placed her arms under his shoulders, and nibbling his ear, playfully lifted him off her daughter, so that his cock popped out. Ignoring Ælfgifu's outraged cry of, "Mother!" she had Edwig kneel, and placing her daughter's feet on his shoulders, bade him draw her up onto his lap; this time his cock found her cunt without assistance. The young couple easily slipped into a comfortable rhythm, not questioning why Æthelgifu had had them change.

So Edwig's angel wanted to taste her mother's cunt, did she? Confident that Edwig could manage without further instruction, Æthelgifu decided the time had come to satisfy her own needs. Clutching the headboard behind her back for balance, she lowered herself onto her haunches and squatted over her daughter's face, being careful not to smother the girl. It took a little squirming, but she soon found her daughter's willing tongue.

Edwig's eyes were almost popping out of his face as the mature woman, her pendulous breasts swaying freely, ground her furry cunt into his sweet darling's face. "Don't stop thrusting boy," scalded Æthelgifu. "It is all part of your education."

From her vantage point at the head of the bed Æthelgifu was the first to see the door swing open as Cynesige, Bishop of Lichfield, spilled into the room. Behind him she heard Abbot Dunstan say, "Is he up there?"

As Cynesige speechlessly crossed himself, Dunstan appeared behind him. "Fornicator!" he bellowed, striding across the room. Roughly he dragged the naked boy off the bed, as the women sought to cover themselves, Æthelgifu clutching her daughter to her breast. "What means this boy, that you steal away from your coronation to consort with Jezebels?"

Momentarily Edwig stuck up for himself. "All day I have down what you asked of me. I wasn't gone long."

Dunstan shook the boy, his spittle spraying him as he shouted in his face. "Long enough to defile yourself with harlots!" Then catching sight of the still stiffly erect penis: "Cover your shame!" Gathering up the King's clothes he threw them at him, and then stood over him as the boy sulkily dressed himself.

"We were not doing anything wrong, not really," Edwig whined.

Dunstan goggled. "I saw what you were doing and I am scarce able to believe such depravity exists in the world." He turned to the cowering women on the bed. "Wantons, with what guiles of Satan have you ensnared the boy?" 

Æthelgifu held her helplessly sobbing daughter in her arms, her anger rising, but not daring to defy the onslaught of the churchman's fury.

Straightening the King's clothes, Dunstan asked, "Now where is your crown?" Edwig's eyes danced around the room. "God in Heaven, boy, you must know what you have done with the crown!"

Despite her predicament, Æthelgifu found herself suppressing a smile as the Abbot and Bishop Cynesige began scouring the room. Then her daughter piped up, "I think I threw it over there." She pointed to a dimly lit corner. 

Dunstan retrieved the crown from where it had fallen behind a chest and plunked it down on the dishevelled blonde head. "There, at least you look like a king, even if you are incapable of acting like one."




The Incident at the Coronation



"What about these?" asked Cynesige, leering at the women in the bed.

"Bring them," barked Dunstan, dragging the king to the door.

Cynesige roughly seized Æthelgifu's arm. "Take your hands off me!" she protested, and using all his strength the bishop struck her with the back of his hand across the face. 

Grabbing Æthelgifu by her unbound hair, the bishop pulled her face close to his, so she could see the broken veins on his nose, the malice in the yellow eyes and the spittle hanging from broken rotten teeth as he breathed out the fumes of mead. "You'll come with me, bawds." Still holding Æthelgifu by the hair, he dragged her upright, and seizing a nipple with his free hand, twisted it as far as it would go, causing the widow to squeal with pain. Letting go, the bishop pushed her away, and then swung his boot, planting it squarely on her bottom, laughing gleefully as he sent her sprawling face down on the floor, the wind knocked out of her.

Ælfgifu sprung to her mother's defence, pummelling him impotently with tiny fists. Wrapping his hand in her auburn locks the bishop pulled back her head and clasped her neck in his thick-fingers. "Defy me, would you strumpet?" he snarled, spitting in the girl's tear-stained face, and with that he thumped her in the stomach. 

Taking both women by the hair, Cynesige dragged them behind him down the stair, Ælfgifu sobbing and squealing, the streaming tears reddening her girlish freckled face, whilst her mother spat and resisted all the way, earning brutal kicks to her legs from the infuriated bishop Ahead of them the doors of the hall swung open on Dunstan's orders. 

The roar of revelry from the mead benches was stilled as, his hand resting firmly on the boy's shoulder, Dunstan marched the King to stand before the podium at the hall's end. Then the uneasy silence collapsed into astonished giggles as Cynesige paraded the naked mother and daughter in the abbot's wake. Wide eyed with horror Ælfgifu hunched her shoulders seeking to use hands and arms to shield her budding breasts and copper-trimmed snatch from the leers of the drunken revellers on the mead benches, her lip quivering as hot tears of shame poured down her violently blushing cheeks. But Æthelgifu made the long walk down the hall's length with head held high, her breasts thrust out defiantly, taking each step as deliberately as the churchman's tugging at her hair would allow, daring the thegns and cnihts gathered on the benches to want her, and returning the desire that twitched their cocks with cold disdain. Before the podium Bishop Cynesige hurled the women to the rush-strewn floor, their unbound hair and cruelly exposed flesh gleaming in the flickering glow of the hearth fire and the torches guttering in the gusts from the open doors. 

As Ælfgifu strove to hide her shame, prostrating herself as she buried her face in the straw, Æthelgifu defiantly attempted to struggle up, only for the bishop to plant his foot in her back, grinding her down with his heel. Behind the tables on the raised dais to either side of the empty throne, sat the members of the royal house with the aldermen and prelates, all gazing down upon the furiously blushing King and the two sprawled women, the slim sobbing girl, pert-breasted and freckled skinned, her glinting russet hair veiling her face, and the full-bodied brunette matron, the weight of the priest's sandal upon her back flattening the large breasts against the hall-floor while the wide buttocks arced and splayed as she tried desperately to raise herself, revealing thick hairy pussy lips. 

Archbishop Odo, stern and white-haired, looked as though the shock of having two naked Jezebels hurled at his feet might send him early to his grave. Æthelstan Half-King, for once in his long life, seemed at a loss, feeling perhaps that he should avert his eyes from the shame of his brother's wife and daughter, but unable to tear his rheumy eyes from the squirming pulchitrude cast before his feet. Ealdorman Oswulf was trying hard not to laugh while taken the most unabashed interest in the naked forms of the humiliated noblewomen. The aetheling Edgar was craning over the table for a better view. Only the beautiful Queen Æthelflaed showed any compassion, clutching the arm of her husband Æthelstan the Red, who seemed torn between concern at his wife's discomfiture and joining the lummox Byrhtnoth in his ribald laughter as he pummelled him on the other shoulder. They were all, Æthelgifu realised, very drunk. 

The King's grandmother, Queen Edgifu, rose unsteadily to her feet; stepping down from the platform tottered forward to where the King stood, and slapped him across the face.

"How dare you bring this disgrace upon our house," she railed. "Is this how you propose to behave as king? Shirking your royal duties so you might rut with whores?"

"I didn't mean to," muttered Edwig. 

"What?" snarled his grandmother.

"They tricked me." he added lamely.

"Renounce these strumpets," commanded Dunstan.

"Yes, yes, take them away," the King cried, plaintively. "I never want to see them again."

"Edwig, no," the horrified Ælfgifu cried out jumping to her feet, her devastation complete as the King was the one man in the hall who refused to gaze upon the slim full-breasted figure standing helpless in her nakedness, her perfect, until-today virgin, body revealed in all its bounty. In tears she hopelessly beseeched her lover to acknowledge her before these awful men as they ravished her with their eyes - callow cnihts, brutal thegns, pious bishops, all with bulging cocks hidden in their breaches, longing to violate her girlish form.

Pushing aside the fat leg of the distracted bishop, Æthelgifu struggled to her feet. Looking from rapt, twisted face to rapt, twisted face, Æthelgifu sensed the imminence of violence, a drunken, lust-fuelled passion which would outrage her daughter's every orifice and rend her limb from limb. The brutes shall not have her, thought Æthelgifu, with a mother's fierce determined love. Standing side side with her daughter, Æthelgifu placed a protective arm around Ælfgifu's naked shoulders, and stared defiantly around the hall.

In the sea of slavering faces Æthelgifu gaze settled upon the king's stepmother, Queen Æthelflaed, the long honeyed tresses framing an angelic beauty that belied her womanly nature. This long-legged lovely with her high shapely breasts had not become the bedfellow of the lusty Edmund without knowing the tricks to satisfy a man's appetites or understanding the fine line that those who catch a king's eye tread between high honour and utter ruin; in the almond eyes Æthelgifu saw sympathy for her plight.

Very deliberately the Queen rose to her feet; her long limbs were trembling, but she stood very straight and spoke very clear. "I think you should leave now," she said, her eyes entreating the widow and her daughter to go, as she dismissed them with an imperious gesture of her hand.

The spell broken, Æthelgifu 's sons came leaping off of the cnihts' benches, Æthelward wrapping his sister in his cloak, as, averting his gaze, Ælfward shyly held his out for his mother. 

As the boys led the women past the hooting benches, Æthelward turned on Æthelgifu, "You have ruined us all, mother."

Clutching her younger son's arm for strength, Æthelgifu dissolved into sobs.

Behind them Edwig was humbly promising to be a better king to his people.

Having lain awake most of the night half mad with worry, Æthelgifu slept in late. She awoke to a sense of cold dread. She had disgraced her late husband's memory, ruined her daughter and blighted her sons prospects, been cast out by the church and forbidden the court. All men's hands would be turned against her and her children. What had she done?

She heard her sons protesting outside, and then the flap opened as the dishthegn Ælfheah barged his way into the tent.

"My lady, the King would see you," he announced. Æthelgifu blanched. What now? 

The dishthegn did not seem inclined to leave, so Æthelgifu, past modesty, dressed in front of him, Ælfheah smirking and twiddling his moustache as he unashamedly surveyed her ample matronly charms. She did not hurry, taking the time to ensure her wimple was straight and powdering the bruise where Cynesige had slapped her. Whatever happened she would face it like a noblewoman.

When she was finished, Ælfheah came and looked her over. "The King will find you pleasing," he said, satisfied. "That is to the good." Æthelgifu's heart skipped. 

"Edwig has recollected to himself what it means to be a king," the dishthegn continued, taking her arm. "Those who laid rough hands upon the King and upon his friends shall feel his wrath."

As he led her through the village of tents that had grown up outside the town to accommodate the overspill of thegns and their retinues gathered in Kingston for the coronation, Ælfheah told her more of what had passed. Once Dunstan had sobered up, it had begun to dawn on him that he might have gone too far, and, being warned of the King's wrath, he had taken to his heels. Bishop Cynesige too had fled the court; and when Queen Edgifu had demanded to see her grandson, she had been refused. Now that the Edwig had seized the initiative, Æthelstan Half-King and the other ealdorman, each of them nursing a hangover, were uncertain how to act. 

Æthelgifu tried to imagine the petulant young King acting so decisively, and found herself instead contemplating the bold confident manner of his dishthegn. This is your doing, she thought, seeing the stocky Ælfheah through fresh eyes.

In the royal bower, Edwig, surrounded by a press of cnihts and young thegns, was in deep conversation with Ælfhere and the bishop of London, Byrhthelm; however Queen Æthelflaed greeted Æthelgifu with a kiss on the cheek, calling her sister, as Æthelstan the Red beamed on uxorially. 

"Are you quite recovered from your ordeal?" the young Queen asked solicitously, resting a hand upon Æthelgifu's arm. 

"Thank you, my lady," Æthelgifu replied. "I am a little shaken; it is not everyday one finds oneself dragged from one's bed and paraded naked before the greatest in the land."

"These churchmen who do not allow themselves women can be such brutes; what they can't bring themselves to fuck they turn their hand against. My late husband despised Abbot Dunstan," she confided, vehemently. "He would have banished him, but my poor Edmund was a superstitious man and when his horse bolted almost sending him over a cliff, he became convinced it was God's wrath for having planned to exile the wretched bully."

"He will not be allowed back this time? Or Cynesige?" Æthelgifu asked hopefully.

"We shall have to see that they are not, you and I." Æthelflaed, then whispered in her ear. "My Edmund told me once that Edric's widow was among the comeliest of the women of the West Saxons; after what I saw of you in the hall last night I know he spoke no less than truth. I do hope you and I shall be the best of friends," she added holding Æthelgifu eyes with hers, and discreetly patting her upon the bottom.

Æthelgifu smiled at her gratefully. Some good had come from the humiliation of the night before if some ember of desire had be stirred in this influential lady. Surveying the pale complexion, long chiselled nose, full lips and high, firm breasts of the tall, golden-haired Queen, Æthelgifu felt that it would be no hardship to fan those embers. She wondered if Æthelflaed would want her red-headed buffoon of a husband to watch, if she did then Æthelgifu would at least insist that he refrain from his apparent need to fill any silence with a joke. 

"My Lady Æthelgifu," the King exclaimed, Ælfheah having discreetly brought her to the royal notice. "I humbly beg your pardon for the outrage of last night." Approaching her he added confidingly, "You have my assurance that the traitors responsible shall be punished."

"I hope it shall be so, sire," murmured Æthelgifu.

The King looked at her shyly. "The insult to my lady Ælfgifu..." he began tentatively, "I hope she may find it in her heart to forgive me that I did not spring to her defence?"

"Her hurt runs deep, sire," replied, not untruthfully; the girl had sobbed half the night for her poor Edwig.

Edwig looked earnest. "If you should allow it, and if your daughter should consent, I would hope to erase the smear upon her name, and yours."

"How so, sire?" Æthelgifu asked, her heart skipping a beat. 

"By making my darling Ælfgifu my queen."

Slipping out of the honeymoon chamber, where the young king and queen sprawled exhausted, Æthelgifu returned to the private room that had been set aside for her use. Ælfheah was waiting on the bed. "I thought you would never be done with them," he grumbled.

"They are young and in love and eager to learn," explained Æthelgifu snuggling up against the man ten years younger.

"I hoped they have not tired you out," he said hopefully, squeezing her breast in his hard hand.

"Not quite," she replied, stroking the short thick cock. "There is still work for you to do." 

Ælfheah was a married man, but while he was at court his wife was at home running their estates, whereas Æthelgifu's place was at her daughter's side; certainly she had no intention of taking a husband. The arrangement with the dishthegn would suit them both. Now her daughter was Queen Æthelgifu had though better of encouraging the attentions of the flirtatious Æthelflaed, indeed she did not want the royal beauty at court any more than could be helped. Edwig would not be the first young king to have his roving eye fall upon a comely stepmother.

Æthelgifu was forceful in encouraging her son to assert his new found independence. At her insistence, the King's grandmother Queen Edgifu was not only banished from court, but stripped of her estates. Æthelgifu also added her voice to Ælfheah's on the need to secure the royal treasury at Glastonbury, but went further in urging the confiscation of the immense personal wealth accumulated by Abbot Dunstan. The biddable king's thegn sent to ransack the monastery had other orders from Æthelgifu: Dunstan was to be struck down while resisting. The abbot, scurrying from hiding place to place, one step ahead of his would-be assassins, had been obliged to flee abroad to Flanders. To justify the abbot's banishment Æthelgifu had word put about that he had been helping himself from the royal coffers.

With this new wealth, and with the seizure of lands from those who had prospered under his uncle, the King was able to reward his followers, young men like himself, often with some royal blood in their veins, such as Bishop Byrhthelm, the brothers Ælfheah and Ælfhere, or Æthelgifu's own sons, Æthelward and Ælfward.

The deaths of incumbents meant that Edwig was also free to begin appointing his own ealdormen. Mercia south of the Trent became the portion of Æthelstan the Red, the genial husband of the King's stepmother; while Byrhtnoth, the husband of Queen Æthelflaed's sister, succeeded to Essex where his and his wife's families had both held office in the recent past. Since the death of the father of Ælfheah and Ælfhere, those lands of the Middle Angles and Middle Saxons where the English law still held had come under the jurisdiction of Æthelstan of East Anglia, who also held the Danish law boroughs north of the Watling Street, and whose writ ran as far north as Lindsey. Edgar now-filled the vacant ealdormanry, at Æthelgifu's prompting appointing Ælfhere, so the elder brother might remain at the King's side to counsel him, and to service his Queen's mother. 

Æthelstan Half-King's powers were failing, his eldest son assuming many of his duties as ealdorman; in due course the young man would be allowed to succeed fully, but without his father's influence. With the formidable Oswulf in Northumbria and the old warhorse Æthelmund holding North Mercia, the new appointments ensured that Æthelstan and his family were hemmed upon all sides with potential rivals. Edwig was determined that no one ealdorman would again wield the power of a Half-King.

And then the wily old ealdorman dealt Edwig the most damaging blow imaginable: he retired. For a quarter of a century he had kept the peace in the southern Danelaw, allowing the Danish jarls a degree of self-governance while upholding the rights of the old Mercian nobility and commanding loyalty to the West Saxon crown. His ostentatious withdrawal to a cell in Glastonbury ushered in an uncertainty, a space within which old fears could be reawakened and old grievances freshly aired. 

It was Byrhthelm, the young bishop of London, who brought the news of what had happened next.

"A meeting of the Mercian Witan?" Edwig could hardly believe what he was hearing. "There is no Mercian Witan! They have not met since...."

Since they had chosen Æthelstan as King ahead of his half-brother Ælfward; Ælfward who had been dead within the fortnight.

"They have elected Edgar," Byrhthelm confirmed. "He has promised not just to respect the customs of the Danes but to restore to Mercia all those freedoms it had before King Edward's time."

Ælfgifu clutched her husband's hand as he sunk back in his chair, the colour draining from his cheek.

"He has also made a vow to reform the monasteries," the bishop added ruefully. "He'd have folk believe he is on some sort of holy mission. It's that blasted holier-than-thou abbot, Æthelwold. Really, what do laymen care if a priest keeps a woman or cannot read and write, so long as the fellow sobers up sufficiently to say the prayers he has been paid for?" 

"What of my ealdormen?" asked Edwig. He had no hopes of Æthelmund, but the others were men of his own making, surely they owed him loyalty?

"The ox Byrhtnoth has been the prime mover in all this, together with Æthelstan's pack of wolfcubs," Byrhthelm explained. "Though if you ask me it is the old man pulling the strings, along with that bat Edgifu. Æthelstan the Red was on board from the outset as well. Never trust a man who tries too hard to be liked."

"He is married to my stepmother," the dazed Edwig threw in needlessly.

"Edgar's stepmother too don't forget. She can't make fuss enough over the boy, even if he does barely come up to her tits." 

Damn the bitch, thought Æthelgifu. I keep her at arms length from Edwig so she holds her nose and parts those long legs for the brat Edgar.

"And Ælfhere?" she asked, exchanging alarmed glances with Ælfheah.

"If he did not have a hand in it from the start he saw which way the wind was blowing," the bishop replied. "Edgar makes a great deal of him, always asking his opinion before that of his other ealdormen, and in all his proclamations ensuring Ælfhere's name is linked with his. He's binding him to his cause; Ælfhere'll not desert him now." 

As the bishop rattled on Edwig crumpled into Ælfgifu's arms, sobbing tears of frustration and self-pity as he buried his golden head in her bosom. Feeling sick to her stomach Æthelgifu wondered what was to become of them all.

Edgar did not press home his advantage, being content to be proclaimed King of the Mercians and Northumbrians, Oswulf and the York Danes having fallen into line. Edwig continued to style himself King of the English, but though he retained control of the coinage, his writ no longer ran north of the Thames. Nor could he stop Edgar recalling his old enemy Dunstan and installing him in the see of London, replacing poor Byrhthelm who for his loyalty had been obliged to remove to Wells, where the canons, sympathetic to Glastonbury and to Dunstan, flatly rejected his authority. 

In return for continuing to support Edwig the West Saxon Witan exacted a price: Edwig was put aside his wife. Archbishop Odo decreed that the marriage was be dissolved on grounds of consanguinity. 

Alone in her chamber with Ælfheah, Æthelgifu railed at the injustice. "They are barely cousins at all! Ælfgifu's grandfather's grandfather was the brother of Edwig's grandfather's father. How can it be wrong for them to marry?"




The Incident Between Monica & Teddy



The Incident Between Monica and Teddy

(An 'Incident' Fantasy)

Monica awoke from her sleep and couldn't move. She stayed perfectly still and tried to clear the cobwebs from her brain. Then in a flash it all came back.

She had been driving East and had picked up Teddy alongside the interstate. The two had hit it off and spent the rest of the afternoon talking and enjoying each other's company. When they stopped for dinner they had a couple of drinks and then decided to spend the night in a cottage motel near the last little town. The night had passed with several more strong drinks and lots of very pleasant sex. Monica's pussy started to tingle as she thought about how well Teddy had plowed that furrow the night before. She must have cum at least four .... No, five times before the booze and sex had combined with the fatigue of driving and she slipped off into a deep dreamless sleep.

Finally her groggy mind got around to the fact of moving. She raised her head and found that her arms were firmly tied to the top corners of the bed. With an effort she twisted her neck enough to see that her ankles were tied in a similar fashion to the bottom corners too. 

For just an instant she felt true panic. What the Hell was going on here anyway? But then she relaxed a little. She could see her purse was still on the chair alongside the bed and the keys to her new Chevy were on the table by her sunglasses right where she had put them last night. That pretty much eliminated robbery. And it couldn't be rape. For Christ's sake he had fucked her senseless the night before and she knew that he had cum at least twice. He had cum once deep in her cunt until it ran out and down her legs and then again between her breasts when he was trying to convince her to let him fuck her in her ass.

While she was pondering this she heard Teddy come back into the room from the bathroom. He had noticed that she was awake and now he walked over and sat down by her on the bed.

"What the Hell are you doing?" she asked him. "Untie me right now!"

"I don't think so," he quipped with a smile. "First I'm going to do something I wanted to last night."

"Shit, you don't have to tie me down to fuck me. I'll gladly go for a rerun of last night's fun honey. Just get these ropes off and let's get that big pecker of yours nice and hard."

Teddy just smiled as he dropped the towel he had been wearing. His cock was already showing signs of interest as he climbed up on the bed and kneeled on the pillow above Monica's head.

"Let's start with you giving me a little lip service baby," he said. And he pushed his member forward until it was against her lips.

"What about the ropes?" she asked as she let his semi soft cock slide over her lips and into her waiting mouth.

Soon she was enjoying the feel of his manhood as it became erect and grew in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and she used her tongue on the underside of his cock in a twisting butterfly motion to excite him even more. The sweet taste of his dick was making Monica horny as hell and she was already thinking about getting her cunny plugged again. She could feel her juices beginning to flow and knew that her pussy was hot and wet and ready for action.

But Teddy was enjoying the blow-job and wasn't ready to move on quite yet. His hands were on the back of her head and each time she slid down his shaft with her firm lips wrapped tightly around his cock he would arch his hips and drive a little deeper into her warm moist mouth. 

Monica figured this was all some kind of weird kinky game to him. He had tied her up and then intended to make her blow him. Well, okay. If that's the way he wanted to start this off she was more than willing. She knew he could cum several times so she didn't mind if the first one was in her mouth. In fact she was really beginning to get into this blow-job thing and was getting more excited all the time. 

In no time she found that he was bouncing the head of his cock off the back of her throat and still not stopping. She knew where this was going. Monica carefully started to control her breathing and time her breathes between strokes. As Teddy pushed deeper into her mouth she would allow her muscles to relax and take the head of his probing dick down into her throat. After several more strokes she could bury the entire length of his cock in her mouth and down her throat. From the sounds he was making this was something totally new to him and he was enjoying it immensely.

Teddy was ready to explode. He had never had a woman take his entire dick down her throat. He felt the hot lightning of his climax building as it raced from his balls up the inside of his hard dick. He had both hands on the back of Monica's head and with a final shove he buried his throbbing member to the hilt in her throat. His hands on the back of her head held her face in place as he shot load after load of hot creamy jizm down her hungry mouth towards her tummy. Only after he had completely spent himself did he think to release his hold on her head and let her breath.

Poor Monica had been on the verge of passing out from lack of air. She had totally forgotten the ropes in her excitement and she had been getting more and more excited about this wild new kind of kinky sex. Even as Teddy was driving himself down her throat and forcing her head to stay there, she had been on the verge of a massive orgasm. Her throat was starting to hurt and she was fighting not to gag when he had finally cum. But the feel of his hot cum as it shot up thru his pulsing cock between her lips and launched itself from the tip down her throat had been the most exciting thing she had ever felt! While he was still shooting his load deep in her mouth she had realized that she was cumming too! Not just a little satisfied pop but one of those big huge orgasms that always left her totally shaken and spent. 

Teddy released his fingers where he had been gripping her hair and Monica pulled up enough to take a deep breath. She quickly swallowed his remaining cream and used her lips to clean his cock of every drop of that wonderful love juice. Then she collapsed on the pillow and just enjoyed breathing again. Her body was still experiencing the after glow of marvelous sex and he hadn't even touched her pussy! Monica slid off into a drowsy state of contentment as Teddy carefully climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

When he returned to the bedroom Teddy found Monica just as he had left her. He sat down in the chair at the table and stared at the form that lay on the bed before him. 

Teddy's mind started back to what had just happened. He had not planned on the blow-job. In fact, he had planned on something totally different, but when she had showed such a willingness to suck his cock, he found he couldn't resist. Then she had done that thing with taking him down her throat and he couldn't hold back any more. He had shot his load in an orgasm that had left him dizzy and gasping with its intensity.

Now, as he sat in the chair and stared at the naked body still tied to the bed, he remembered what he had started out to do. His dick remembered too. As his thoughts centered on her lovely round ass and that tiny brown hole between her cheeks, his dick started to react accordingly. The more he stared the harder he got until he was fully erect again. 

Teddy looked down at his stiff rod and smiled. "Okay buddy," he chuckled. "I guess you still want some of that don't you?" and he started looking around for something to use as a lubricant.

"I'd guess after what she told me last night, that she doesn't let anyone plug that hole," he thought. She had been adamant about not letting him get near her asshole. She had told him that nice girls don't do that. She said she had a perfectly good pussy and he could use that as much as he wanted but she thought that it was nasty and would hurt to take it up her ass and she was afraid to try it. 

"But that's going to change right now!"

Teddy found what he wanted on the sink in the bathroom. The motel had thoughtfully provided a small tube of hand cream. He opened the top and poured a little out onto the top of his cock. Then, as he used a couple of fingers to spread the cream around, he walked back into the bedroom. There he leaned over and carefully poured a generous amount between the cheeks of Monica's nice tight butt.

"Looks just like cum running down there" he chuckled to himself. "But real soon she's going to have some real cream coming out of those tight buns of hers."

Now Teddy eased up onto the bed between Monica's legs. His cock was rock hard and ready as he put one hand on each side of her and lowered himself until the head of his pulsing dick was at the crack in her ass.

Monica felt Teddy climb on the bed. She had noticed the cream he had put on her but the intent had escaped her fuzzy mind. Now as the head of his hot cock found the crack in her ass she realized what was happening. She started to roll away from him but the ropes held her in place. Then she started to thrash around and cry but Teddy had her pinned and helpless. 

The head of his dick slipped easily between her lubed cheeks until it encountered the puckered entrance to her anal canal. Teddy stopped just long enough to tell her that she was going to get it up the ass whether she liked it or not. 

"If you want to thrash around and fight that's just fine with me." He actually liked it when a girl fought it. "It makes it tighter but it is going to hurt a lot more too."

Then he slipped his hand around and covered her mouth so she couldn't scream as he pushed down slightly and felt the resistance of her sphincter against his probing rod.

Monica was whimpering and crying now as Teddy pushed harder against her tender asshole. Slowly, almost gently he forced his dick down into her virgin back door. When the head was completely inside her, Teddy stopped and let her try to relax. He was enjoying the feeling of her nice tight virgin butt-hole as it tried to resist the meat stick that was impaling it. He could feel the muscles throbbing and squeezing on him as they tried to adjust to this new and troublesome sensation.

Monica had been horrified at what was happening. Before she could let out a scream or even plead with him she had found her mouth tightly covered by his hand. Then she felt the hot burning sensations of her virgin asshole being ripped open and forced to accept his long hard cock. Tears were in her eyes as he pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. She knew he was right about it hurting more if she fought him so she tried not too, but God, did it hurt!

When he stopped and held his cock completely still she could tell that he was giving her a chance to relax a little. Even thru her tears and pain she had to thank him for this. The pain did subside somewhat and the sensations of him being in her butt weren't nearly as bad as she had thought they would be. She was very glad that he had used a lot of that cream and she knew that her little anus was going to hurt a lot when this was over, but it wasn't too bad right now.

Teddy had stopped for as long as he thought he could stand. The excitement of this woman's virgin asshole was driving him to a frenzied state but he controlled himself for a few more seconds. When he felt Monica's ass relax slightly around his cock as her pain subsided he began to push into her once more. He wanted to ram his sword deep into her tight butt as hard as he could but he forced himself to go slowly and gently to not hurt her any more than he had too. Finally Teddy was all the way down with his shaft imbedded in her ass. He let himself relax on her back for just a second and reveled in the feelings of her poor sphincter muscles wrapped around the base of his throbbing cock.

By the time Teddy had gotten all the way into her, Monica had been able to relax enough for the pain to almost completely go away. In fact the feeling of his hard rod buried up her tiny butt-hole was not that unpleasant at all! She started to squirm around a little under his weight. She did this partly to help relax her muscles even more and partly to see what sensations would be stirred up by moving her ass with him inside it.

Teddy felt this and smiled to himself. He slowly and carefully removed his hand from over her mouth.

"See? This ass fuckin' ain't so bad after all is it?"

Monica didn't trust herself to speak. She was still using a lot of her control to reroute the pain from her ass to make it go away. But more and more the pain in her anus was causing a special tingling in her cunt that she couldn't explain. It was like the pain was transforming into a new sensation that was really getting her body excited.

Then Teddy started to friction in and out of her. At first he would just ease up an inch or two and then slide back in, but as his confidence built up he found that he could go further and further out before he slid back down into her hot tunnel. It wasn't long before he was sliding his hard man-meat all the way up before he pushed it back into her. With each stroke he noticed that Monica was fighting less and enjoying this more.

Monica had found that the pain would almost completely subside if she didn't fight what was happening. In fact, she found that her hips had begun to move in their own rhythm. As Teddy stroked in and out of her butt with faster strokes she was able to breath normally and enjoy this new and powerful sensation. She even found that by tightening her muscles and squeezing down on her sphincter she could bring some of the pain back when she wanted too. 

That little bit of pain seemed to heighten her enjoyment and focus her energy on her ass. She was moving her hips now and meeting his every stroke. As he would drive his cock into her, she would push her ass up and relax her asshole. Then she tightened up her muscles real tight as he tried to pull back up and out of her. The combination was amazing. She was able to control his speed to some extent and was starting to really enjoy this butt fucking thing a lot!

By now Teddy was hammering Monica's ass as hard as he could. He felt the way she had started to work the muscles in her tiny butt and the effect on his rod was profound. It was like the best hand job and the very best pussy he had ever had all at the same time. 

His body was driving that stiff shaft of his manhood in and out of her tender little butt as fast and as hard as he could manage. When he had felt her start to meet his strokes and really start getting into the fuck, he knew he couldn't last much longer. 

The heat of his climax started to rise from deep in his loins. Although he tried to hold back, there was no hope. The jism had started its mad dash from his balls up the length of his hard dick. 

He knew he couldn't hold out any longer, "I'm cuming! God I'm going to fill that ass of yours with cum. It's soooo Goood!" and he drove down burying his love sword all the way to the hilt up her wonderful asshole.

Then Teddy was shooting a huge hot load of his love juice deep into poor Monica's bowels. He felt the tip of his cock throbbing as he fired shot after shot of cum up her ass. This was the greatest butt-fuck he could ever remember. Her virgin asshole was squeezing and the muscles were milking his cock like a real pro. This was the best!

When Monica felt Teddy start to shoot in her she realized that she had been holding something back. As the hot stream of his huge load started to coat the walls of her rectum she released it and was surprised to feel her own climax starting. Not the usual slow building orgasms that she had from being fucked in the pussy. This monster almost leaped on her. One second it wasn't there and then, Wham, she was in a full mind blowing orgasm. The suddenness of it took her mind by surprise and shook her entire being but her body knew exactly what to do. As the fire raced through her, she felt her muscles tighten even harder around Teddy's still throbbing cock. The tiny pain multiplied the effect of her climax and soon Monica was shaking and cumming over and over!

It took a full two minutes for Monica's orgasm to run it's course. When it had she was completely spent and limp. When she felt Teddy's dick slip out of her ass she almost regretted its leaving. She had never known that she could get so much pleasure from being fucked.

Teddy untied the ropes from Monica's arms and legs before he staggered off to the bathroom to clean up again. It didn't make any difference now, she couldn't have stood up to save her life. All of her limbs were made of lead and her muscles had turned to jello. 

Later that day, as they sat and ate their first meal, Monica and Teddy discussed their newly found sensations and what they would do next.

"You really dug that butt reaming I just gave you didn't you?" Teddy asked.

"It was fun," Monica admitted. "It hurt a lot at first, but once I got past that it wasn't too bad."

"Every time you do it, it hurts less" he supplied. "You just need practice is all."

"Well don't get the idea that we're going to do this all the time," Monica pouted. "I still have a nice hot pussy that wants to be used too you know." But at the look on his face she grinned and said, "Let's try it this time without the ropes, okay?" 

He smiled to as she got up from the table and took his hand leading him back to the bed. "And can we get some regular lube instead of that hand cream?"

"I guess we'll be staying here one more night, huh?" quipped Teddy as he dropped his shorts back on the floor and climbed on the bed alongside her.