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A Bed Time Story

By: MikeIvy



The woods smelled of pine and spring flowers. The grass of the fields remained a deep green from the spring rains, as they rode on into the forest. They rode mostly in          

Silence. Afraid to start a torrent of words with just one, like a river that starts with a single drop of rain. They did however continue to glace and look at each other. Sometimes their eyes locked and she blushed and looked down trying to hide a longing. 

The road they traveled wound through the forest, going here and there like a pilgrim wandering. It crossed more the a few streams bridged by wooden logs. Some streams ran calm, deep and still, like him she thought. Other ran and bubbled and played music like a young maiden at a fair, like her own personality. 

She also wondered if it was a good idea to be here riding along with him in the first place. She accepted his offer of escorting her to the fair, since he was going there himself to enter the joust. Still she had second thoughts the minute she said yes, perhaps a little too quickly.

It was around the mid afternoon when he decided to find a suitable site for the nights rest. He led her, her mount and the pack horse off the road down a side trail. Turning to her, "My lady, we will find a pleasant spot just a bit further down this trail, if my memory serves me well, sheltered with sweet water near enough."

"That is well my lord, I seem to be unused to riding this long, and I could use to stretch my legs." What she though was her rear end was sore, and she wondered if it was all worth the trouble just to go to a fair.

Reigning up his horse at the edge of a meadow, he dismounted and went to her side to help her down off her horse. Leaning over to him, she wondered at the strange feeling she had in her chest as his hands and arms lifted her off the saddle and on to the ground. Her hands griped his arms as she slid down his body and he set her down close to him. Still surprised at how much taller he was when she was this close to him. He smelled of sandalwood and sun kissed warm wool when he was this close, and the tingling in her chest spread down to her belly.

With little small talk they set about making camp. She often caught him looking at her and when she did he would just smile at her and continue with what he was doing. He set up the one pavilion and picketed the horses down stream from the camp site.

"One pavilion my lord, where will you sleep tonight." She asked aloud, thinking of where she would want him to sleep if she dared.

"Aye My Lady, just one for you," He cast an eye at the sky and gauged the weather. "seems the weather will hold it will be a passable night for sleeping outside."

"As you wish my lord." She answered, if just a bit disappointed.

Once the camp was set, he excused himself to fetch water and clean up. Promising to bring back some water to heat up on the campfire for her use.

She waited a few minutes, and then followed him down to the stream, watching him from the safety of a Willow tree that bent down over the water. He took off his tunic and sword belt, and stripped off the thin under tunic leaving him bare from the waist up. Time had added some padding to his middle but his shoulders were broad and still muscled. He splashed the cold water on his chest and she giggled as his sounds reached her. Standing back up he loosened and remover the leather riding pants he wore. Now he stood naked next to the stream. Her breath quickened as she felt her breasts swell and nipples stiffen against the fabric of her bodice. 

As she watched him he waded into the stream and washed himself. As he turned to soap himself with the tallow bar she caught a glimpse of his front. She was surprised that he was smooth with little hair, and what there was still remained blonde. Thankfully his chest still looked like a man's chest, so many men as they aged gained unsightly female looking breasts which she hated. 

Coming back to the bank he began to dry off with his under tunic. She left the safety of the Willow and crept back to the camp knowing he would soon be back. She affected indifference as he returned with two large cans of water to heat for her. Setting the hot water vessels behind the pavilion, he bade her to clean up.

" M'Lady, your water is ready, I will go currycomb the horses, and see to them while you wash, then I will make us dinner."

"As you wish my Lord, I will await you return, since I am starving." She watched him gather some grooming tools and head down the stream to where the horses were. As she undressed, she wondered if he would doubled back to watch her, as she had done to him. Her bodice came off releasing her full breasts, nipples erect in the sudden chill. Sliding out of her slip and dress, she looked down on a smooth belly, which sloped to the cleft between her legs. Using the tallow soap and hot water she washed herself, still wondering if he watched her from behind a tree somewhere. 

After dressing she perfumed herself with a spice from the east, and dressed in new soft clothes, her bottom was still smarted from the hours in the saddle. He arrived in time and set about cooking dinner for them. She marveled at his skill with knife and spices, strange for a man of arms, and in short order the dinner was done. It was wonderful, shared over wine and an open fire as the sun set and the shadows grew into dark. They spoke of many things, she asked questions of his travels and battles, he spoke of far away lands where even the stars are strange, and the sunset is mystical. 

"What of the women of these lands, my Lord, did they not please you?"

"I could never deny all the sweet things... I have tasted, My Lady."

"Did none steal you heart?" 

"All of them did, but I yearned to return home." He remained quiet, staring at the glowing ember of the fire.

Dark settled on the woods, bring with it the night sounds. She arose and retired to her pavilion, pausing at the door she looked back at him. He still stared at the fire, cloaked in thoughts of what she knew not, or perhaps locked in a moral struggle of his own mind.



Lying abed she fought the temptation to go to him, her body was aroused and feverish. Her hands played his part, wandering over the sensitive flesh of her chest and between her thighs. Still the thought of him just outside and the release she so desired did not come. Falling into fitful half sleep, her mind wandered and she surrendered to the night. 

Jolted awake by the crash and boom of thunder, she sat upright, letting the covers fall about her. A lone candle still burned in the tent, casting weird light on the walls. The rain began in earnest, the wind billowing in the sides of the pavilion. Suddenly he was in the door way, his under tunic plastered to his chest with the wet.

"Lady, tis I was wrong about the weather, it is quite wet out there now." She could see his smile in the candle light.

"Come in dear sir, no fault of yours the heavens opened up, pray, dry your self." She arose as he entered and handed him a spare shift for his need. Just then a close lightning bolt shattered the night air, with a ripping crackling boom. She jumped and shook in fear; he closed the distance between them in a second. He gathered her in his arms protecting her from the storm. His face was close to hers and the rain water dripped off of his hair and beard onto her face, he held her tightly against him.

"Take this wetness off." She managed to say, but not wanting him to release her. He stripped the wet shirt off in haste, she returned to hold him close as the thunder echoed around them. 

He slid his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to him, his mouth closed to hers. Her eyes closed as he pressed his lips to her, she responded as her hands went by them selves to hold his head. His tongue gently pried open her teeth, and in probing her mouth finding her own tongue waiting and willing. Emotions ripped through her like a fever. He tasted like wine, and smelled of the campfire. His hands slid down from her chin to cup her breasts, as his mouth was still fixed on hers. Feeling his hardness pressing against her belly she pulled back. She looked up into his eyes and then looked down to his waist, pulling back... her hands slid to his hips. She pushed down his pants over his waist, exposing the hardness of his desire, barley contained in a light linen shorts.

He stepped back slightly, allowing her room for her hands to do their work. Sliding down his shorts, they stopped and were hung up on his cock head; she pulled them out and down. Finally free, his shaft surged up and out, pressing once again on her downy soft belly. She circled her hands around his balls, lifting them and feeling their weight. She squeezed them and pulled them up to her, waiting for his response. It was not long in coming; he groaned and leaned his body back away from her. She fondled his balls, pulling on one and then the other, weighing the cream that they contained. Pushing her back he wrapped one hand around her shift and pulled up. Removing it from her body, exposing her nakedness. 

"Tell me, My Lady; is your bottom still sore from the ride today?"

"It is My Lord; do you have a remedy for such an affliction?"

"I may, let me view the problem site."

She turned away from him, as she did, her hands slid from his distended balls, up his shaft to caress the spongy head. 

His hands slipped down to cup her ass cheeks, pulling them up and slightly apart as he fingers played and explored her rear cleavage.

"Does this hurt?" He breathed into her ear

"Oh no...it feels warm, and a little tender."

"I think I have something for this problem." He slid down to his knees behind her, his face level with her ass. Then gently he separated her hind parts, his lips moved over first one cheek then the other. Light kisses and lingering tongue licks moving slowly ever closer to her anus, causing her to shake when his tongue ran over that sensitive area. Hearing her moan and feeling her vibrate he continued to lick around her anus, lightly running it up and down over it with his tongue.

"Ohhh...p.p. please lick further up to my front." She leaned more forward from her hips, exposing her moist lower lips and erect clit poking out from under its hood. He lengthened his tongue strokes, going from her waiting anus slowly between her wet lips and finished with a flick on her clit. She was in rapture, her legs shaking with every time his tongue moved. All the while his hands massaged and kneaded her ass cheeks. She felt the eruption building in her belly, as it spread up to her breasts and her hands went there to pull and play with her own nipples. Her climax came in waves, washing up and down her body and centering on her breasts and her tongued lashed wet slit. He sensed that she was in the throws of an orgasm and rested his oral play. Rising off his knees he wrapped his arms around her and swept her up and onto the bower. 

He stood looking down on her as the last waves of her climax ebbed away, ending in her closed eyes and smile. Her hands quickly found his manhood, still erect and wanting. Pulling him down on the side of the bed he was on one knee over her. She stared at his desire as she once again began fondling his heavy balls and pulled them to her mouth. His head went back as she sucked first one then the other into her wet mouth. His hands held her head as she opened wide to take in his entire sack and pulled back, stretching his balls and ridged cock down and away from his body. Releasing his balls from her mouth, his cock sprang up slapping his belly, as his balls bounced up and down. Her mouth now encircled his cock head and shaft and it slid into her throat, looking up at him she watched his head go back as his eyes closed with the emotions of the sensations she was giving him.

Slowly she held him into her mouth and then let it slide out again until only the ridged head remained to slightly pull out her lips. Releasing it for a moment she slid her tongue around the head and over the hole at the tip. She pulled back to admire her efforts and squeezed his shaft, a drop of liquid formed at the tip, and she cleaned it off with the tip of her tongue. 

He eased fully onto the bed, and she reclined with her legs tucked up to her chest in want and need. He moved over her, resting his weight on his arms. Her hands went to his chest and she pulled and rolled his nipples between her fingers.

His cock went automatically to her waiting crease, still wet from her spending. Sliding into her, she exhaled and rolled her eyes as he filled her up, she felt his balls bounce lightly against her ass cheeks as he reach bottom in her. Slowly he slid in and out of her, pausing at her entrance, then plunging down into her warm silky depths. Her breath came in ragged gulps of air as it rammed into her, and she exhaled as he withdrew it. He bent down to nuzzle her neck and bite her ear lobe...lightly. Her legs went around his hips and her ankles crossed themselves on his firm ass cheeks. She dug her nails into the flesh of his back and he tilted his head back and growled at the feeling while increasing his thrusts into her. Now he was pounding in and out of her in lust and need, she had completely forgotten about the storm outside until an ear splitting boom of thunder came to her as her own storm broke inside her as she felt his cock swell, jerk and pulse... spending inside her... driving her over the edge to orgasm.

He slid off to her side, and as the echoes of the thunder drifted into the distance she settled against him. She nestled against his side, her head on his shoulder and his arm close about her. He threw the fur throws over to cover them. Their breathing slowed and in time became normal again. 

"Are you warm, My Lady?" 

She looked up at him with her liquid, soft, smoky brown eyes.

"Ummm...certainly, next to your body, how could I be any less?" As she burrowed her head deeper into his chest.

"I fear that this was wrong, Lady, but it was so right, in feeling and desire, long have I wanted to love you and your body."

"Your pleasure was also my pleasures...or could you not tell?"

"Aye Lady, we fitted our parts together well, I am spent in mind and body with your... administrations." 

"I am glad you feel so my lord, I rejoiced in the feeling of desire for me as a woman that I haven't felt in many years."

"Much is the pity for that, since you are worthy of both song and deed."

"As you may say now that you have slaked your desire...Rouge knight."

"Me a Rouge? Perish the thought M'Lady." He said as he laid a gentle slap on her warm ass cheek... playfully. 

Unlike most men, he continued to make small talk with her after loving her body. Instead of falling asleep and leaving her alone... to herself. He spoke of general things as he continued to let his fingers trace and roam over her form. She replied to his talk as best she could. Even though she was deep in the twilight of the afterglow of multiple releases she responded to his hands holding her, and the kisses he lingered on her forehead and tip of her nose. As he continued to hold her against his warm and vibrant body.

All the while they talked together of many things, of the fair and the road ahead and of what the future may hold for them both. Outside the night darkened as a new set of storms marched through. Thunder echoed through the glade getting ever closer as lightning split the darkness.

He lit another candle to reassure her in the dark, and his hand slid down to hold her rear end and press her to his thighs. "Seems that the storm which had past is on us again My lady."

Her hand also slid down to discover his arousal; she held his desire in her hand finding it was warm and reassuring in her palm.

"Aye. My Lord it does seem it is about to begin anew."

A Bed Time Story Ch. 02



They arose, still groggy from their love making of the night before. He leaned over, kissed her forehead and slipped his hand down to cup her hind cheek. 

"Awake my lady, tis time for us to break camp and continue our journey."

She rolled her head out from the covers while pressing her ass harder into his hand. "As you wish, but I require some food to break my fast good sir."

"And you shall have it Lady, I have to go for water and fetch some dry wood for the fire." He arose and she looked long at his form, a proven warrior and certainly not a young man, still he was well knit and pleasing to the eye. She was surprised that his cock was so small when not aroused. Reaching up she ran her hand down his belly and lingered on his manhood.

"Can this be the same staff that pounded my depths, Sir Knight?"

He looked down at her hand, even as his cock began to fill with desire from the warmth of her touch. "Aye Lady, tis a tiny mushroom until it is loved, that's for certain."

"Well, sir let me love it... and see if you are true or a false knight." 

"As you wish, my Lady...I'm sure it will be a stout Oak staff in no time under your wonderful touch."

True to his word, his shaft grew and stiffened in her grasp. It became ridged and was capped by a velvet head. The soft ridge around this head flared and pulsed with the squeezing of her hand.

"Lady," He said through slightly ragged gasps of breath. "I cannot go to prepare your meal while you treat my cock so."

"Then I shall stop, since it seems to displace your duties." She said as she slid her hand down his shaft and gave one last soft squeeze to his full and wonderfully shaped bollocks. "Go now...I'm hungry." She laughed and rolled over in the bower, stretching and letting one leg rise up to her belly exposing her rear cleavage and the clef between her legs. He cast long looks at her as he dressed and slipped out of the pavilion to get breakfast started. She lounged a bit longer in the bed before rising and dressing.

Breakfast was soon made, and they ate sitting close to each other while talking about the remainder of the trip and the fair itself. It would take another day and a half to cover the miles yet to go. That left a day at the city before the fair and the tournament started. In quick order the camp was broken down, packed up, and they resumed their trip. They rode at an easy pace, stopping only to water the horses and to eat a light mid day meal. After the storms of the night before the weather was clear and warm. The trail was smooth and well maintained allowing them to make good progress despite their gentle pace.

The setting sun brought them to a sheltered glen just off the main trail where they would camp for the second night. Here the forest opened up and the dense pines were replaced by the noble Rowan and Oak trees. The late afternoon sun filtered down on the clearing, near by, a small stream chattered away as it wandered through the trees. After picketing the horses down stream from the camp site, they set the pavilion up and gathered wood for the fire. Leaving her to see to the varied small tasks that needed to be attended to, he went to procure some game for their dinner.

She watched him break out a small bow, string it, gather some arrows and start down the side of the stream. She called to him before he had gone far.

"My knight...fair well and good luck in your hunt."

"My thanks, Lady...Trust I will be back to you as soon as possible."

While he was gone she busied herself with making up the bower, cutting arm loads of fresh rushes that grew next to the stream, to lay in the frame and she cover it with a down quilt, and blankets for the evening chill. Moving outside she rolled some rocks together for the fire pit and found two "Y" sticks to act as supports for the cooking pots and spits. She also filled the water containers and started the fire to heat the water, for washing and cleaning whatever game he returned with. Looking around she felt a certain pride in her ability to set the camp and make it more relaxed then a war camp, which he was what he was use to.

He returned after an hour or so, over his shoulder was a brace of rabbits as well as a Pheasant for their dinner. He was both surprised and thankful for her work while he was hunting. "Lady...Many thanks for you hard work with the camp, you are certainly a resourceful woman, as well as a wonderful bed partner." He said before he kissed her long and softly on her open mouth, their tongues meeting and playing, sending sparks up and down her spine. While they kissed her hands slipped down on their own accord to hold his firm male rump, encased in his leather riding pants. She squeezed them and felt them flex in response, she could feel the dents in the sides of his ass cheeks become more pronounced under her hands, and her nipples stiffened as if connected to that feeling.

Slowly and reluctantly they ended their kiss, and stood looking at each other. The feelings between them precluded a smile, it was too basic and consuming to be amusing and in truth...It frightened her. She felt like a moth that is drawn to a flame knowing its peril, yet powerless in its ability to resist.

With the sun setting they turned to preparing their evening meal, from his hunter's game pouch he produced some wild onions and hard balled potatoes. These he added to the rabbit that he had cleaned and diced for stew, the bird he spitted, whole and he rubbed it with rare eastern spices that he kept in small containers. She watched him reduce the fire to coals for cooking and set the pot on to boil. Moving to him she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder, he responded by reclining his head on hers as they looked into the coals. The sun sent a few parting shafts of light down on them as the shadows grew longer.

Their dinner was enjoyed with playful conversations and touches. Feeding each other with food from their plates and sharing their wine from a single cup. Hands roamed over accessible body parts, and soft brush of an erect nipple, or a leather restricted cock, brought sighs and soulful kisses to each other. The wine served to warm their already willing bodies and send their heads soaring, and unlike the last night there were no pretenses to allow for. It was simply... a man and a woman in lust. 

The sun was well down and the songs of the woods at night filled the air. Throwing the last of the wood on the fire their faces reflected the light and the heat that it produced. They sat now in silence transfixed by the flames that licked and jumped in the night's dark. She broke away for a moment and stole into the tent to light the tallow candles that she had set about the space. She enhanced her scent with spice oil, dabbing it behind her ears and on the space below her belly button as well as between her pert, upright breasts. She removed her loose riding shift and slid down a tighter fitting sleeping shirt that showed off her curves. Letting the shirt fall down, it came to a point mid thigh and clung to her legs and ass. She went to the tent flap and looked at him still absorbed, and looking at the fire.

"My Lord, I think it may be time to join me in the shelter and think of being abed, we still have a ways to travel on the morrow." His face turned and took in the sight of her standing in the glow of the fire and the back lighting of the candles in the tent which turned the linen sleeping shirt opaque in the light. It showed her legs, full, firm and highlighted the gap at the top of her thighs.

"As you wish my lady, just let me douse the fire pit area with some water, I would hate to have a fire wake us." He arose and poured the remaining water in the pots around the fire pit and pushed the coals into a pile to save the spark for the morning fire. He turned and went to the tent flap, peering in he saw her standing next to the bower; a wild flower was tucked behind her ear and a sly smile that played around her full lips.

He came to her in a rush of passion, and folded her into his frame. Lifting her up, she molded to his shape with her feet off the ground and her mouth to his. His hands went to hold her ass and brought her closer to him, as her legs circled his hips. She leaned back away from his mouth and his head went to her chest, he burrowed his face in her cleavage, trying to part her sleeping shirt with his teeth to gain access to her breasts and nipples, which judging by their hardness, clearly needed attention. She scrambled to get the shirt off, hampered by it being trapped by his body against hers. Finally it came free and was thrown off into the shadows of the candle light. Naked now, she wrapped around him in lust, abandon and desire.

He nuzzled her, finding the soft hollow right above her collar bone where it joined her neck, as his mouth fell on it he felt her shiver in response. Turning now he set her down on the edge of the bower and stood up before her. Her hands went to free him from his vestments; she untied the laces that held the front of his leather pants together. Slowly she pulled and loosened them to slip over his hips. Pulling them down to his knees with his under garment his erect cock bobbed up and down when freed from the confinement. She caught it with her mouth and relished in its silky texture as she sucked on it, running her tongue around the ridge of the head. She found his secret place; just under the gland, a small wrinkle of skin that when she licked it his cock jerked, swelled and noises escaped his lips unbidden.

Still filling her mouth with his cock, her hands grasped and fondled his ass cheeks. Squeezing them and pulling them apart she swept a finger down across his anus, pausing there to push against this delicate place. She was startled by his reaction, he pushed against her finger and it slipped into him causing an almost animal noise to escape his lips.

"Yes...yes...oh...push harder love, push your finger into me." He moaned as his legs began to shake. Her finger slid in to him up to her knuckle and she started to flex her finger back and forth. He coached her to bend her finger and find the acorn shaped gland that when fondled provided intense pleasure. She found it and rubbed it through the wall of his anus. She was amazed at how it effected him, he almost lost his ability to stand as his legs trembled and his cock now free of her mouth pulsed and jerked up and down, its head flaring in time to her finger strokes. Holding the finger in him still, she licked the drop of liquid from the tip of his cock, and savored his taste. Her other hand lifted and massaged his heavy sack, stretching them down and between his legs it pulled his cock level with her lips and mouth. Using just the tip of her tongue, she ran it up and down his shaft, tracing its outline with her eyes closed. She moved her finger slowly in and out of his ass hearing him moan in response. She now leaned back just to look at how she had driven him right to the edge of climax. His legs trembled and sheen of sweat covered his body, his eyes were half closed and soft noises escaped his mouth which was half open as he gasped for breath.

"Are you feeling pleasure My Lord?" She asked in jest. His only answer was a long drawn out exhaled "Oh". A smile crossed her face as she looked at his desire. "Shall I give you your release Sir Knight?" She whispered up to him. "No... I truly think you need a little more milking for your cock and balls." She said as she pushed her finger all the way in to his ass and moved it around to the sounds of his moaning. She now swiftly removed her finger from him and he shook as it came free. "Pray Sir, remove your shirt and the rest of you clothes and place yourself on you hands and knees on the bower, so I may milk you properly." 

He quickly deposed of his vestments and knelt on the bed as she requested. Rising up she washed her hands and retrieved a small pot of soft tallow to use as a lubricant. She lied down with her face under his, so she could look into his eyes as she milked him. Taking a scoop of tallow in her hand she spread it on his cock, sliding her hand up and down the length of his shaft. His head hung down close to her face and she could hear his breath and feel it on her. Slowly she ran her hand up and down his cock, stopping at the top to slide her thumb over the crown of his cock head. Her strokes varied from slow to fast as she worked him up to the point of release. When she felt he was at the brink she stopped and let his cock bounce and swing free. While he gasped and wheezed in his desire, as she knelt next to his side. Reaching down between his ass cheeks to grab his balls, pulling them back towards her she formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger at the base of his ball sack, and tugged. He bucked and moaned as she stretched his sack out and with her other hand began to slap them, gently at first and working up in speed and strength of the slaps, as he groaned and jerked in response. Then she would go back to milking his cock with varied strokes and squeezes, building him up to just before his release and then letting his throbbing member hang free, untouched and wanting.

Soon he began to moan in the constant desire to empty his seed, she still kept him close to the edge and started to whisper in his ear asking him how much he needed to come, asking him to beg her to end his desire. Soon he was unashamed of his need and begged her to finish him. Rising from the bed she fetched a warm cloth and having him roll over she cleaned the tallow from his cock. Lying down by his side she positioned herself to not only swallow his cock and seed when he came, but for him to view and fondle her wet and wanting parts as she finished him. Her own desire and excitement were evident by the sheen of wetness that covered her thighs and ass cheeks.

Taking his cock in her mouth she began to slide it all the way in and then out to the very tip, then down to the base. While she did this she felt his fingers softly running up and down the lips of her slit and this feeling spurred her to throat him even faster. It didn't take long to bring him to the point of no return, she felt his body stiffen and a long moan escaped his lips as she cupped his sack and gently squeezed. Then she felt the first massive contraction of his cock, sending a thick jet of semen in her mouth and down her throat. Again and again his member jerked in her mouth, filling her with his thick milk. As fast as she tried to swallow, some leaked out the side of her mouth to drip down on his belly. She continued to suck on it, extracting as much of him as possible. Releasing him from her mouth she started to stroke his cock, forcing the remaining drops of his seed to the tip. She also licked up the drops that had escaped her mouth and pooled on his stomach. Each firm handed stroke forced a thick drop to form on his crown and she gladly tongued it off and continued to force his seed out. First a drop came on each stroke, and then a drop every few strokes as his staff remained hard to her pumping and squeezing. She heard his voice and noises but she was so engrossed in milking him dry for her own pleasure that it was faint and distant to her ears. Still stroking him she used the pad of her thumb on the underside of his shaft to help push the rest of his cum to the tip of his cock. Her tongue licked the opening in his gland and her other hand came up to help, using two fingers she squeezed the head to turn the narrow slit into a round hole and was rewarded by a huge drop forming for her mouth to fall on and taste. Soon she needed three or four strokes to collect a drop and she knew he was dry; she took him in the mouth one last time to savor his feeling and taste before releasing his cock to let it relax.

She curled up next to him and he covered them both with a blanket, her needs were building but she was content for now with what she had done to his body and the feeling of his release inside her. His hand slid down to hold her ass, as she settled even closer to him as he recovered from his spending. His mouth started to kiss her and it wandered all over. He started on her face leaving small kisses on her nose and eye lids, moving down he found the hollows of her neck and nipped her ear lobes. She had shivers go through her body as he ran his tongue around the inside of her ear as she hoped he would. Kissing her chest he ringed her breasts with his tongue and mouth, crossing them to excite her nipples that stood up needing the attention. He settled on them, sucking them into his mouth and scraping his teeth on them as he released his hold on them. Her nipples grew even harder and her breasts felt like they grew and swelled under his touches. He buried his face in her belly sliding down the line that led to her secret places. He slid his mouth and tongue down to her pubic mound and let his breath tickle the hood that surrounded her clit.

He was in no hurry to bring her to orgasm since she made him wait for his own release. As he moved down her body she guided him with her hands on ether side of his head. He nuzzled her inner thighs, savoring their firm yet soft touch, she giggled as his close cropped beard tickled her on her sensitive parts. Kneeling up he took one leg in his hand and kissed his way down to her knee, her foot draped over his shoulder as he kissed the back of her knee sending her into shivers of desire of his tongue...and what it would do.

He place one delicate foot into his hands and ran his tongue up and down the sole, causing her to laugh and twist with the tickling sensation. His mouth began to suck gently on her toes, each in its turn, from the biggest to the little piggy and back again. He traded off between her feet and worked his way back up her other leg to her thigh. Using his hands he slowly pushed her legs apart, and up so that her pubic mons were exposed and wide open to him. He moved her hands from his arms to the back of her knees and had her hold them, up further exposing her. Settling down between her legs he started on her curving ass cheeks, running his tongue up and down them and where they met at her delicate anus which he tongued, driving soft mewing sound from her mouth.

Her nether lip were engorged and open, the hood over her clit was pulled back and exposed the center of her lust, erect and waiting for stimulation. His mouth and tongue needed no direction as he lapped at her, extracting her clear juices that covered his mouth and chin. He avoided direct contact with her clit, only breathing on it but when he did, her ass wiggled and her moans filled his ears.

Up and down he licked her; sometimes he went in circles, or side to side. Then finally he allowed his soft supple tongue to flick over her clit. Electric shocks shot through her as he centered his attention on her button. She pulled her legs even higher on her chest and as wide as possible giving him the most access to her needs as possible. His mouth closed on her clit as his lips sucked and pulled on it, drawing it out even more erect as he mouthed it. Between sucking it and lashing his tongue over and around it she soon felt the climax building in her belly. Ripples of emotion ran up and down her spine and he loved the tremors that shot through her body. Licking his finger he pushed it up against her anus and it slipped in, she whelped and shook, his other fingers found lodging in her moist clef and he slid them in and out as he licked her. Faster he licked as she bounced her ass up and down in time with his finger strokes. Leaving her legs, her hands flew to her breasts and she pulled and pinched her own nipples as her orgasm came closer, and closer. His mouth closed over her clit and he sucked it, driving her over the edge, a slow molten wave of consuming pleasure washed down her spine and centered on her pubic mound then exploded outward through her clit, anus and up to her breasts and nipples and out into the candle lit night.




A Bed Time Story Ch. 02



He waited until her waves of climax ebbed away. And then he mounted her. Needing no lubrication his cock slipped easily into her. A steady push sank it up to his balls in one stroke, and he started an easy motion as she settled down to this new sensation. In no hurry, he rocked his hips in a steady beat, letting her ride the feeling. As they whispered sounds in each others ears the speed increased of their lovemaking. Soon she asked for him to drive her harder, and he complied. Rising up on his hands he uncoupled from her and gently flipped her over on her stomach. Knowing what was in store for her, she willingly elevated her sweet ass high in the air, while leaving her head flat on the bed. He took a quick minute to admire the view she presented. Moving behind her he crouched on the balls of his feet and his knees wide, both hands went to steady himself by holding her hips. 

His cock re-sheathed itself in her and in this position went even deeper, judging by her gasp and grabbing the blankets in a death grip. Now he was all the way in her, he rotated his hips in a circular motion, reaching all of her insides. Then he leaned back until just the head remained lodged inside her lips, which were engorged and scarlet as they wrapped around his velvety head. Losing her grip on her senses she abandoned herself to the feeling of his member sliding deep inside her then out to the gates of her fluid vise. She reached one hand back, and as he reached bottom in her, slapped his bollocks as they nestled against her mound. He moaned his approval and quickened his strokes, his hands buried his fingers into the soft flesh above her hip bones, the grip pained her, but in a way it added to her excitement. For it was not that he meant to hurt her. But was the result of him attempting to force as much of him inside her as possible. Soon they were both building to the climax of their passion. The waves of pleasure lifted them and she felt his cock spasm deep inside her, this sparked her own spending. He hunched over her ass as he emptied his seed deep in her, driving her even further into the blankets as his shaft jerked and throbbed. She came against him, flooding his groin with her juices, covering his balls and inner thighs. Slipping to one knee, he disentangled himself and slid beside her as she lowered her rear end, still tingling from her orgasm.

They lay beside each other, the sweet sheen of sweat drying as their heart rate returned to normal. He reached out and poured them each a glass of wine, which they drank, glad to slake the thirst brought on by making love. They cooled now that the heat of passion turned into the warm afterglow, and the blankets were welcome on their nude bodies. She was propped on one elbow, looking down on his face. Sun wrinkles played around his eyes that were grey flecked with green, his hair was mussed up, as was hers and it hung down to lay on his chest when she moved down to lightly kiss his lips. He looked up into her eyes, smiled a sleepy smile of contentment. The spoke to each other in low voices and playful whispers, about the fair and the tournament that he planned to enter. Through it all the avoided speaking of their plans together once this trip was over, it was simply enough just to be together now. 



A Bed Time Story Ch. 03



The morning started as always when on a trip. A breakfast consisting of the re-cooked dinner from the night before and packing up the camp. Despite the passion of their nights they both worked diligently at breaking camp and resuming the journey. The day promised to be a fine and warm, perfect weather to travel. Regaining the main road they set a good pace with the outside hope of reaching the small town of North Stratford by nightfall. Typical of the smaller towns that lay out side the main city it boasted a well known inn, the Royal Dragon it was favored by travelers, since it was an easy days ride fro the city proper. 

During their brief mid day stop she brought up the topic of when they reached the inn she would be lodging in her own room, and that they would have to observe the proper distance. His eyes said disappointment as his mouth voiced the proper response. To soften the blow she did say that one never knew what could happen in the coming and going of a busy inn at night, she added a wink to further explain herself. And she received a smile and nod for her efforts. 

It was on their afternoon ride they met fellow travelers also on their way to the fair. Mostly they were merchants that were going to sell their products. Some of their wares were useful or even necessary but most were of the cheap frivolous kind that people loved once a year. Also there were the food venders and the toothsome smell of baked bread and the other delicacies excited the taste buds. Seeing that she was of high birth the various hawkers circled her, forcing him to ride knee to knee with her and keep them at a respectable distance from her horse. 

The sun was setting as they road into North Stratford and made their way to the Royal Dragon. The inn bustled with the various travelers all going in the same direction. Handing their horses off to a young stable boy they entered the inn. It was little problem for her to obtain a room for the night, her name and breeding were enough, as well as dinner for her and her escort. He retrieved her bags from the pack horse in the stable and retuned to her bower. She was waiting for him, and with proper voice and tense she directed him where to place her luggage. Until the door closed, then she hugged him and kissed him full on the lips and fondled him through his clothes. Between kisses she kept up a chatter of orders to him, all the while making suggestive movements and gestures. He smiled from ear to ear at her playfulness as he stowed her luggage in the room. He stopped and extended his hand to her. She took it and pressed herself against him, feeling him through his clothes as she laid her head against his shoulder. 

They would meet again that night at dinner; a noisy common room in a well traveled inn could be a dangerous place, and he insisted that he be there. The sun was well down when she arrived to dine. He was already there leaning against the fireplace with a tankard of ale in one hand while in conversation with another knight. He saw her come in the room, made his excuses and went to escort her to her meal. They sat at a corner table not too far from the fire place which felt rather cozy in the damp night air.

"Good evening Lady."

"And to you, good Sir." She said as he held the chair out for her to sit down on, leaning down to her ear he whispered. "I find myself envious of that chair bottom, right now." She blushed at that and glanced around to see if anyone caught her reaction. Seating himself across from her they sat in silence, he surveyed the room looking for any threat to her safety. The people in the commons room were a mix of men-at-arms, richer merchants and a few landed nobles with retainers. Serving girls circulated around the room dispensing drink and taking money, as the host brought out platters of meat and cheese for the supper patrons.

Presently the host came to their table to ask their food request. She chose a platter of chicken and ham with some hard cheese and a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. He simple asked for another ale.

"You will not dine with me, Sir?"

"It would be unseemly for you to share food with a man servant Lady"

"You are NOT a man servant Sir, but a valued knight at arms as well as my escort and protector."

"Many thanks for you words my Lady, but it would be better this way, I will take your leftover food back to the pavilion with me when I see you safe to your room."

"Will you also see me to bed?" She smiled at him coyly. 

"Tis a tempting offer, to be sure. Mayhapes I might have to check on you in the middle night...just to be sure you are safe and whole." 

"That would be well good Sir, since it is well within your duties as my escort and protector."

The food arrived and she ate and drank mostly in silence. She watched his eyes as he looked about him, and marveled that the military in him was never far from the surface. In his mind he weighed every person he saw as a possible threat or opponent. Some he dismissed out of hand. The young and old his glance barely lingered on, the women only if she was comely. One in particular seemed to be staring holes in him and she commented on it to him.

"Sir, it seems that the lass in the sky blue dress is desiring your attention."

"Her? Lady she is barely old enough to be my daughter."

"My Lord many a young girl desires a...ah...seasoned partner."

"You jest with me lady, what would she want with this old man?" In response she slid a slippered foot up the inside of his leg, and her toes nudged his crotch and lingered there a moment. He looked at her and smiled at her actions.

The host made his rounds and he asked for her left over meats and cheese to be wrapped for him to take back to his tent. She also gave him coin and added another bottle of wine to bring to her room. Leaving the commons area they ascended the stairs to the second floor and her room. It seemed that half the people in the inn were gathered in the hall to her room. She unlocked the door and entered, he stood in the doorway.

"Lady be sure you lock this door when I leave, put the wood across the door as well, when I return I will knock thusly." He knocked three time quickly, paused and then twice more. "As you wish my Lord, I will await for that signal to unbar the door, although, I don't think it is necessary." "Please lady, trust me in this...there are many...questionable people about and you are not in the safe keeping of the kings protectors in the city...yet."

"Even if I was Sir, I couldn't be any safer then when under your care." 

She watched him leave the doorway and go down the hall. Closing the door she locked it and place the wood and iron beam across the back of the door in the iron holders. Having secured her safety she went to the window and watch for his leaving, truth be told, she wondered if he would leave alone or with the lass in the sky blue dress. Soon he came out alone and cast a look at her window; she moved her hand to her brow and watched his return salute. With that he moved off into the dark to retire to his pavilion. 

The room was comfortable enough after two days on the road, she kindled a fire in the place and it drove the chill out of the air. The wine she purchased sat on the table unopened, she hoped that he would interrupt her sleep and help her to drink it as well as her other needs. Heating the washing water that was left, she washed herself and dabbed herself with pretty smells. Changing into a sleeping shift she retired to the bed, and slipped into the twilight between sleep and dreams.

Having left his charge, he returned to his tent in the field just outside the town proper. Since this afternoon many tents had been set up, most had shields outside of them and he recognized many of them from his long military service. His own shield identified his tent and he entered it. The camp bed was set up but it looked lonely without her in it. He had brought back a leather flagon of ale as well as the rest of the cold chicken and ham. He settled down on the bed, propped up on his travel cloak and began to eat his supper. He was half way through his ale when a rustle at the door carpet disturbed his thoughts, he sprang to the ready drawing the dirk he had at his side and moved to the doorway. Pulling aside the carpet he saw the young girl in the blue dress standing unsure before him. 

"Lady...can I help you in some way?" He asked in a confused voice, his mind went to what she had said at dinner about young women wanting older men.

"Sir knight, I sought you out because the host forgot to send the half loaf of bread that was your due before you left the inn" She said this with down cast eyes that fluttered up to his eyes and back down.

"My thanks My Lady, but he shouldn't have sent you so far out of range for a half a loaf of bread."

"It was my pleasure Sir." She stood looking lost and needing something else.

He asked her to come in to the tent and she ducked under the door curtain, the smell of sandalwood, and leather assailed her nostrils and it started a vibration in her body that she was unused to. "Please Lady be seated, and relax... tis a longish walk to here from the inn, would you like a drink?"

"My thanks kind sir, I would." He passed her the flagon of ale and she took a tentative sip. 

He looked at her; she was all of 20 years, maybe younger, but certainly well built. Not beautiful but young and nubile, she was an honest working girl from the low lands, and he thought how easy it might be to seduce her. This thought came and went as fast as a winter's gale off the North Sea. 

She drank the ale he offered, and sat looking at him with soulful eyes and many hair flips. 

"Sir Knight?" she started. "Have you seen many battles?"

"Aye, I've had a belly full of them lass."

"In many lands?"

"Aye, many places far from here and some not so far."

"What are those places like; I've never been anywhere but here."

"Count your self lucky lass; it is good to put down roots in one place."

"But nothing exciting happens here, just people coming and going."

He sat and looked at her, young and bored at a life tied to a small town inn, soon she would marry and breed another generation of the same. To her, his life was exciting to him it was just dangerous.

"Shouldn't you be returning to the inn?"

"Oh no sir, I've done my work for the night."

"So you were on you way home then?"

"Not really sir, my home lies on the other side of the town proper, I came here to deliver you the loaf and to see you." The last part was said with a coy downcast flirty glance at him, causing a tingling in his groin as well as a slight swelling of his trapped manhood. "And so you have seen me lass, what now?"

"Do you find me pretty sir knight?"

"Lass you are way too young for this old man, but yes, you are comely."

"I'm not that young...and you are a handsome man." Saying this she rose and came to him, pressing her breasts to his face. He could feel her nipples through the fabric they were large and stiff. Lifting her skirt she sat on his knees and started to cover his face in kisses.

"Lass you don't want to get me started, because you might not want it to continue to its end." Pausing in her kisses she held his face close to hers. "Aye sir knight I know how it will end and I cannot wait for it."

"As you wish lass, you know I will be gone on the morrow and you will still be here."

"I know that but we have tonight, that is all I want from you." Saying this she slid off his knees and placed her self between his. Her fingers busied themselves with his pants laces and she look on in wide eyed wonder as she slid his riding pants down, exposing his semi erect cock. "Ohhhh." She said as it came into view, smiling she slid one hand under his balls, cupping and lifting them up, weighing them. Her other hand laid his cock back onto his stomach and then let it go to spring back, causing her to giggle. 

"You are amused by my cock stand lass?"

"Aye sir...it is a wonderful thing, how do you make it move so?"

"I have nothing to do with it; it is all your hand work that makes it move."

She stood up and unfastened her dress, letting it fall to the ground; her shift she pulled over her head dropped it on her dress and stood before him proudly naked. She had wonderful breasts, not overly large but extremely firm with large nipples that were hard and the color of Port wine. A small waist set off nice curving hips that sloped down to strong legs. He asked her to turn around, doing so she smiled over her shoulder at him as he looked at her exquisite rear end. Firm, high and full it was shaped perfectly and he sucked in his breath at the sight of it. He reached out to run his fingers over the cheeks and her rear cleavage, letting his hand wander where it will. She moaned softly and closed her eyes still looking back at him. Putting his hands on ether side of her hips he pulled her back to him so he could kiss those wonderful cheeks. His lips found them firm, smooth and warm and he took his time exploring them with his mouth and tongue.

Turning from him she grasped his hands and bade him to stand, she pulled his shirts up over his head, with his help and she kisses his bare chest. Taking his nipple in her mouth she sucked on it as her own rubbed against him. His hands went to her ass cheeks and lifted them up so she was on her toes against him. Holding those meaty cheeks in his hands he began to lust over them, to feel his tongue and mouth on and between them, then his hard cock between them, forcing his cock head into her tight rose bud anus. But that could wait as he explored the rest of her charms.

She knelt and pulled his pants all the way off, and kissed his thighs, stopping to look at the scars on his legs from battles past, some were there even before her birth. She ran her fingers up his legs to his groin and massaged his balls; that hung heavy in front of her face. She nuzzled them and slid her tongue around the sack, feeling the two egg shaped testicles inside. As she did so his cock rested on her forehead and she slid her head back and forth letting it slide on her. He reached down and lifted his cock up and released it, letting it slap her across the nose and brow.

At this reminder she released his ball sack from her mouth, still covered with her saliva and licked his cock. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft from the very base where it joined his sack to the nerve rich ridge around the head, and back again. His hands went to ether side of her head and guided her to his pleasure. Leaning back slightly she filled her mouth with him, getting almost all of him in her mouth; he could feel the back of her throat as his cock head slid down it.

He let her feed herself on his member, listening to her slurping sounds as his cock went in and out of her mouth, he felt no hurry to climax and enjoyed her oral attention. He raised her up and she reluctantly released his cock from her mouth, he kissed her long and with a open mouth letting his tongue find hers and play, her hand went right back to hold his balls and he instructed her to message them, pulling them and bouncing them in her hand. Her other hand held his ass cheek and she squeezed it over and over. Turning slightly away he slid a hand down her belly and brushed her pubic hair aside to cup her mound in one hand, she was wet and her lips were parted and distended. He slipped a finger into her and she mewed in response, then he put another finger into her and the mew turned to a moan. His fingers turned busy inside her flexing and spreading her apart as her legs trembled. Coaxing her movements he had her slip her hand down his ass crack and to use her fingers to play with his anus. The sensation of one of her hands playing with his balls and the other probing his ass felt wonderful, his fingers still moved inside her and his other hand played with her ass, squeezing and separating the cheeks.

Releasing her he took a long drink of the ale, she stood flushed before him, breasts full and nipples red and swelled with lust, her pubic hair was parted and he could see the hood of her clit tenting up. His cock bobbed and swung as he moved about the tent. She watched him move about with that wonderfully shaped cock bouncing and his ass muscles clenching and unclenching as he walked. He went to the chest and sought out a long thick candle and the pot of soft tallow. Walking back to her he stood in front of her holding the candle.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and he knelt between her open legs, and bade her to hold her lower lips open with her fingers which she did. He ran the thin end of the candle around the opening of her slit and applied pressure. It slipped into her and she let her head fall backwards, slowly he stroked the candle in and out of her never going too deep, but just enough to fill her. Leaning over he licked her clit in small cat like strokes and she moaned, softly at first then louder as he pushed the candle in and out in time with his tongue strokes. Gasping for breath she asked when he would fill her with his cock.

"Nay lass, I'll not be taking a chance of leaving you with child, this candle will have to suffice for you needs."

"But what of your needs sir?" she spoke in ragged breaths. In answer he dipped a finger in the soft tallow and spread it on her anus, pushing his finger past the elastic ring of the opening and up to the knuckle. Her hips bucked and she pulled back a bit, until she grew accustomed to the intrusion. He resumed his tongue work and candle strokes while leaving his finger still in her ass. Soon she relaxed and his finger slipped a little deeper in her rear, so he was able to stroke it in and out as he did the candle. His mouth on her clit began to drive her to coming, and her body vibrated and shook. He removed his finger and candle and used his fingers to stroke her hood and clit. She came in rushes and her body jerked and convulsed in response to her spending, he watched her slit spasm as her clear honey poured out and dripped down, it covered her anus that pulsed in and out in time with the waves of orgasm.

Waiting for her climax to ebb he once again lubed his finger with tallow and worked it into her ass, she moaned and bit her lip, but pushed against his pressure none the less. Moving his finger in and out she relaxed and it became looser for him, he inserted the candle now, well lubricated and watched it slide in 3 or 4 inches. As it went in she inhaled sharply and when it came out she moaned. After some minutes of this he felt she was relaxed enough to accept his cock.

He moved her slightly off the edge of the bed so her ass was angled down to him, he asked her to use her hands around her hips to grasp her ass cheeks and hold them open for him. His cock was red and ridged as he used the tallow to lubricate it; he also spread it on her rose bud that was now slightly open from his finger and candle training. On his knees he aimed the spongy head and nestled it against the opening, and told her to wiggle and push against it. The head bulged, resisted then slid inside her. The feeling was wonderful as her channel grasped his cock head, her head whipped back and forth, he told her to relax her hands on her ass now that he was in. As she did so the warm cheeks of her ass closed around his shaft. He waited for her to relax before he pushed a little more, she groaned and her hands went to his face, her eyes searched his and became misty as he pushed his cock further up her ass. Again he paused and let her relax, he had no desire to hurt her and by letting her accept his cock slowly she would enjoy it as well. Slowly she stretched and accommodated his full cock, and his balls rested against her ass cheeks, she could feel them against her. 

Slowly he began to slide in and out of her ass, pausing now and then to apply more lubrication to his shaft, or if she became uncomfortable. The feeling of sliding in and out of her ass was indescribable; both his hands held her ass cheeks and her legs were over his shoulders. He told her to reach down and play with herself, with one hand she held herself open and the other rubbed and played with her wet swollen lips and clit.




A Bed Time Story Ch. 03



He withdrew his cock completely and she shuddered as it came free, she looked at him in a questioning way.

"Have you come my lord, or are you displeased with my ass?"

"Neither lass, my knees aren't in the best of shape, I need you to kneel on the bed and put that ass up in the air for me."

She scrambled up and assumed the position he requested on the bed. After his sliding in and out, her anus stayed open in a slight oval shape, waiting for his cock to return. He knelt behind her and ran his hands over her ass cheeks; it needed a little color so he gave them a few slaps and heard her moan as the redness showed. A little more tallow and his cock slipped in her welcoming ass all the way in. slowly he stoked in and out, her hands reached down to play with herself and rub his balls as the slapped against her pubic mound. Soon he felt the wonderful grip of her ass begin to drive him to climax. Looking down on her lovely cheeks spread open and his hard cock pounding up her backside he doubled his strokes and she squealed in response. Faster and faster his cock sluiced in and out of her, his balls tingled and it spread to his lower spine. He told her he was going to spend, and she bucked her ass back even harder, crying out each time she impaled herself on his shaft. The waves of orgasm caused his cock to spasm inside her and she could feel the hot jets of thick cream fill her back side over and over again. 

He stayed connected to her as long as possible, his cock remaining hard while still lodged up her. Slowly he withdrew and squeezed a last bit of come out of his cock as the head eased out of her. She remained slightly open as if his cock was still up her and as she shifted to lie on her back his cream leaked out and ran down her ass cleavage. 

"Oh, sir I never had a cock up my ass before."

"Did it hurt, Lass?"

"No...well not really, maybe a little at first but then it felt wonderful."

"I was lovely for me as well; you have a wonderful ass to fill."

He washed himself and returned with the rest of the ale for them both. She was curled up on the bed, her body starting to relax from the passion, her nipples turned flaccid and returned to their natural strawberry color. She watch fascinated as his cock shrank and softened. 

"My, it grows that much my lord?"

"Aye girl, the size soft has nothing to do with the size hard."

"So I see good sir, I would have never guessed it."

He had her roll over on her stomach so he could use her ass cheeks as a pillow. His head rested nicely on them and he nibbled on her ass while he relaxed, sliding his hand along her ass crack and running his finger over her rose bud that was still yielding and wet from both her spending and his seed. His finger slipped in easily giving her a little electric spark in her belly. He did this for no other reason but that he could. With this girl he could do most anything he wanted, but he would not abuse her or leave her with child. He wiggled his finger inside her ass and she shook it in response. Just doing this his groin stirred and he could feel the blood begin to raise him up.

He slid up her body and rolled her on her side to kiss her breasts and suck her nipples into his mouth. He feasted on them and she tilted her head back and exposed her neck to his mouth as he nibbled and sucked her neck. She slid her hand down to find his cock hard and willing in her touch. He explained to her to mount him with her ass close to his face so he could lick her and she could mouth his shaft. This was another thing that was new to her and she welcomed the chance. Swinging her legs over him with her knees tucked up her ass was poised directly above his face, and his thick cock shaft and heavy balls directly in front of her waiting mouth. He started by running his tongue up and down her ass cleavage and licking the moist hole he had filled a short while ago. As he pushed his tongue into her ass she wiggled in pleasure and filled her mouth with his cock. Sucking it deep into her mouth her nose rested on his balls and she tried to choke herself on it. Her saliva coated his cock and it slipped down her throat until it felt like it was in her belly, at the same time she felt his tongue trying to reach the same place from the other side, through her bottom. Sparks ran up and down her spine as he worked over her pubic mound with his mouth and tongue, her clit stiffened and the hood pulled back exposing it to his lips and mouth. The clear juice of her lust started to flow and covered his mouth and beard, looking up he saw her rose colored lips open, dripping with her nectar and he lapped at them. He pushed his tongue into her and she felt like he was licking her belly button from the inside.

It was hard for her not to be distracted from his mouth and lips on her, but she was enthralled by the feeling of his silky smooth shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth. She let it escape so she could bathe his balls with her tongue. She suck one ball at a time into her mouth and tugged on them as he requested. Amazingly he moaned but never stopped his tongue strokes on her clit. His balls fit nicely in her mouth and she loved the feel of them and the fact that they contained his cream that she would soon coax out of them into her mouth and belly.

Looking up at her ass he marveled at how nicely shaped it was and ran his hands over their smooth shape. Gently kissing the slopes he planted a slap on one cheek and watched the tremors ripple through it. Running his tongue back and forth from her rear cleavage up to her erect clit she shivered with pleasure and dropped his cock out of her mouth. A long drawn out moan signaled her orgasm and she twitched on top of him. Rising up on her extended arms she pushed back and buried her ass in his face, almost cutting off his air as he sucked on her clit and worked it with his tongue. She called his name over and over again as the sensations of climax swept her up and away from this little town. She was important, and lady to a well known knight that won his renown by battles and feats of arms, she would soon bear his sons and they would grow up to be big and strong men and continue his name and glory. She saw herself in court with ladies in waiting as she doted on his sons and provided the love and passion that he desired. 

She fell back to Earth as her climax ebbed away and looking down saw his aroused member. Slowly she ran her tongue along it as it flexed in response and she resumed her oral pursuits. Lifting her ass up high she became obsessed with his cock and angled her body down to take as much in her mouth as possible. She was rewarded by his moans of pleasure as his member slid down her throat, and her hand played with his balls. His legs lifted on their own accord on ether side of her head, allowing her even more access to his needs. He wrapped his arms around her middle and began to thrust into her mouth; she was ready and willing and took pleasure in the feeling of him deep inside her.

His back arched and his legs shook as his spending ripped through him. She felt his cock pulse and send his seed into her mouth, it was hot, thick and slightly salty but she loved it as it filled her. Two or three times it jumped and pulsed in her mouth and she swallowed as fast as she could getting as much down her belly as possible. His body shook and then relaxed as she sucked the last of his seed from him, sliding off to lie next to him, she was reluctant to kiss him with his seed on and in her mouth, her fears were unfounded. He turned her around to lie beside him; and covered them both with a thick blanket, under which he cupped her lovely ass in his hand he kissed her open mouth which surprised her.

"Sweet lass that was... wonderful, I hope you enjoyed it as well."

"Aye my lord, it was...all that I expected from my love."

"Oh, please lass, it is not my love but our wanton ways that caused it, remember I told you that I must be gone in the morning."

"Yes sir, but I know you would want me the way you did, and I could do better for you, if you teach me what you want."

He looked down on her, her eyes were clear and bright and full of hope. He sighed knowing that no matter what he did it would hurt.

"Lass, I told you it was just tonight for us, you wanted my body, for what reason I have no idea, since I am far too old for you, yet you wanted it, and I have done my best to please your body, and let you spend in bliss, now...I can do no more."

She looked in his eyes and realized the truth it contained, and she also understood that it would go no farther.

"May I sleep here tonight...with you?"

"Yes... Of course you may, but I have to go and check on my charge, then I will return to you."

"The high born woman you came with?"

"Yes, she is under my protection."

"Is she under your body as well?" He looked at her, and shook his head at her comments. "It is well you keep such thoughts to yourself, lass, it will serve you no good to say such things."

"Yes my lord."

He slipped out of the bed and went to wash himself. As he did so she commented on his body, and he smiled in response.

"Sleep now, and I will be back in a while, mayhapes I will wake you up with a morning gift, lass."

"Aye my lord." She snuggled down under the blankets and sleep lay heavy on her eyes. He dressed and blew out most of the candles. As he walked to the curtained doorway he cast a long look at her, already asleep.

And he went out into the night... 



A Bed Time Story Ch. 04



He walked out of the tent and started down the road to the inn. The moon light lit the road and the sounds of the make shift encampment filled the air. He could hear snoring from some tents, sexual noises from others and the though of what was going on inside made him smile. And he wondered if the people inside were enjoying their romp as much as he did his.

The road left the field and wandered into some of the out buildings of the town. The moon hung low in the sky, casting weird shadows from the building that littered the sides of the track. Soon he could see the inn's sign on his left come into view and then the inn itself. Passing trough the doors he entered the commons room and surveyed the group still there. Mostly they were town's people and a few sprinkling of travelers. They looked up when he entered, some made salutations to his person but most remained in conversation and their cups. He slipped up the stairs and down the long hall way to her room. Knocking in the code he had set up he waited, still it was silent, so he tried again and he heard her moving to the door. The sounds of her unbarring the door and unlocking it came to his ear. The door swung open and she stood before him in a light sleeping shift.

"You are well my Lady?"

"Aye, sir and you this night?"

"Better now that I see you, and know you are safe and warm."

"Pray come in sir, and refresh your self with wine, after your long walk, and concern over my safety."

"My thanks." He entered the room and she barred the door behind him. He went and uncorked the wine that was untouched on the table and poured a glass that he turned and offered her. She drank and turned the glass from her lips to his for him to drink. He drank and as he did he looked at her over the rim of the goblet. Setting the glass down he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him, she looked up and kissed him. Their tongues met in a dance of exploration. She reached up to hold the back of his head, and ran her fingers through his hair. His arms went around her waist of their own accord and he inhaled her scent. It intoxicated him, and his desire rose and thickened. Feeling him, she slipped her leg up his to his hips as he slid a warm hand under her rear end and supported her while their mouths remained locked together.

They stayed like this for what seemed like hours but it was only moments. She steered him back to the bed and pushed him flat on it. Climbing on top of him she busied her hands with removing his shirts. Exposing his chest, she ran her hands over it and fingered the scar that ran down from his shoulder to navel. She asked about it once a few nights ago and he off handedly remarked that he jumped back just in time. She would have liked to know the full story, despite her reluctance to hear how close he came to death. His body certainly wasn't the smooth body of a young man, but it retained the shape and tone of a warrior, a little thick around the middle perhaps, as the time spent in front of a fire grew longer then the time training for battle. He had a smile on his lips as he watched her looking at his chest, his hands rested on her hips and just held her. She slipped up on him, lying full on him and kissed his nose and cheeks in playfulness. In turn he slid his hands over her rear end and back warming her soul with his touch.

The candles burned on and they shared another glass of wine together, finally getting use to the passion that simmer just below the surface. Time was their ally and it felt right just to hold each other. They had removed their clothes so they could touch bare flesh where they wanted to, he dallied with her haunch and breasts. Soft, slow finger strokes on her body that pleased her and caused a shiver now and then. Putting the wine glass on the bed table she felt the desire to taste him, sliding down his chest she found his manhood waiting and willing for her pleasure.

Looking at it in its erect state, she marveled at the color and shape of it. Not that she had seen many cocks, but his, to her mind was perfectly shaped. Not overly big or miss shaped, the crown was rounded, flared and wore a distinct ridge around it gathering underneath to form a slight upside down "V" leading to the slit that crowned its head. The blue lines that ran in traces up his shaft were translucent, a ghostly image lying just under the silky smooth skin that slid over them like a covering. It was so unlike the rest of his skin she wondered how it could be part of this bronzed warrior. The shaft ended at the gathering where his soft male sack hung, wrinkled and parted by a thin line into two sides, each containing one egg shaped ball that felt so wonderful, and unique in her mouth. His sack would at times hang loose and free like the pendulum of a clock and at other times be a tight to his body. She loved that ether by nature or other means he had little or no hair, all the other men she had laid with had their groins covered by thick course hair that stuck in her mouth and felt rough on her face, he was smooth and sweet to look at and to touch.

He looked at her looking at his cock.

"Lady is something amiss?"

"No M'Lord, why would you ask?"

"You seem intent on my cock, does it displease you."

"Oh no, I was just feasting my eyes, before my mouth." True to her words her mouth went to him and began to lick his shaft while it was pressed against his belly. Up and down she ran her tongue on it then ran it around his balls, lifting them up and letting them drape on ether side of her tongue. She was rewarded by his sighs and leg twitches. Picking up her wine glass, she let a few drops of the red liquid spill on the crown of his shaft and quickly licked them off as they ran in little rivers down its length. Next she half-filled her mouth with the wine and slurped his cock, swishing the wine around his shaft and head, until some drops of the wine forced their way from the corners of her mouth. Releasing his organ she sat up astride his massive thighs and ran her fingers lightly around his groin, watching the reaction as the tiny electric sparks from her touch fired his muscles involuntarily. She knew in this aroused state, any light touch around his engorged, standing member was almost too much for him to bear. Riding his legs like this she could feel him twitch, his whole body reacting to just her finger tips and the sexual power she felt, intoxicated her like no drink could.

Before she would let him be, she could resist placing a well-aimed slap on his balls, not overly hard but with the right force to watch his face contort for just in instant. She knew he enjoyed it, and she was happy to oblige his needs, as he was to hers. Stretching out over him she laid full length on his body, feeling her hard nipples press into his chest as his stiff cock warmed her belly. Their faces didn't quite line up and she found her lips kissing his jaw line, and the hollows along his neck as he pressed his lips and held them to her forehead. 

Neither of them felt any need to hurry with the merging of their bodies, the warmth of them together was enough...for now. 

"My Lord?"

"Lady?"

"A blanket over us if you please, or put some more wood on the fire, I don't want my bum to catch cold."

"Mayhap, I should warm your lovely ass myself." She couldn't see him but felt his smile none the less. "As you wish my lord, do what thou wilt."

He pushed her off, in a playful way and sat up, pulling her back across his lap so that her rounded ass cheeks sat across his middle. It took some adjustments to get her rear in the right position; she squirmed and he seated his cock so that it lay against the open lips of her vulva. She felt his hands doing a slow, gentle circular rub over her rear cheeks and she flexed and relaxed those muscles as he kneaded them...lifting and spreading them apart to expose the deep cleft then pushing them together again. His fingers lingered over the dimples that marked the bottom of her spine, and he trailed them down over the smooth mounds.

Wetting a finger in her mouth he sought out her rosebud and slid it over and around the puckered opening, applying just enough pressure to make her think he would penetrate her. As he fondled and amused himself with her ass, she pushed back against his cock, still pressed against her swollen vulva, using her hips she hunched up and down on its length, feeling it push and fold her inner and outer lips as her hips lifted and then fell against his thighs. She felt his hand remove itself from her ass cleft and lightly cup the cheek closest to him. Then it was gone. 

He brought his open palm down on the bottom of that ass cheek in a flat arc that ended with a sharp slap. Involuntarily she tried to move herself away from the blow, but he held her fast in that position. She felt the first burst of pain fade, replaced by the warm sensation of heated flesh. A second slap sounded on her other cheek, this time she barely moved feeling the warmth spread across her whole lower ass. His hand, gentle now, cupped the warm skin and squeezed the blushing globes. Methodically and with long pauses between blows he covered her ass in slaps. This was not a punishment but an expression of love, and trust. The warmth she had felt was replaced by heat... and his blows reverberated down to her wet and open sex causing her to be on the brink of release. At each pause in his spanking, she continued to hunch herself on his erect cock trying despite the impossible angle, to lodge it up inside her. Failing this she worked even harder at rubbing herself up and down his shaft. 

She loved that when he paused he laid his hand gently on her rump, or ran his hands down her legs and then back up the insides of her thighs or along her rib cage along the outer swell of her breast. Rising up on her elbows she allowed him more access to her breasts and he took full advantage of this, running his hands under her to feel her hard nipples and the weight of her breast. His hands on her breasts, pulling her nipple combined with the latest series of blows to her ass cheeks sent her over the edge of orgasm; it started in her lower spine and reached her in waves. Her legs squeezed tight around his shaft as she spent her liquid over it, he could feel the warmth of it as it coated his shaft and ball sack, dripping down to moisten his own ass.

Looking down, he savoring the feeling and the view of this woman, in the sweet afterglow of climax, stretched out over his lap. Still trembling from her spending, her ass maintained a rose colored blush from his spanking and he ran his hands and fingers over its surface in absent minded pleasure. The fire had burned low without being tended and as much as he was reluctant to do so, he lifted her up and laid her down on the bower, still with her rear end displayed. As he moved her she whimpered slightly as his cock left its place against her vulva, sending a final tremor through her body.

Lying there in contentment she turned her head to watch him as he crossed the room to fetch a few logs to place on the fire, his cock bounced and swayed as he walked, and when he bent over to pick up the wood from the pile, she could see his heavy ball sack come into view between his strong thighs and under his tight ass cheeks. Her mind recorded all of this as if in a fog, he placed the logs on the fire and stirred the coals to catch the new wood alight. In the fire's now brighter light she could better see his frame and face; his calves looked like one large horseshoe shaped muscle and from there flared out to his tree trunk sized thighs. She also noticed (with some disappointment) the relaxing curve of his erection as his mind wandered from sex to providing warmth from the fire. She knew that as soon as he was done and returned to her side, it wouldn't take her long to raise his standard to full length once more, and she smiled at that thought. 

True to her thoughts, as soon as he returned to her, she turned on her side, and laid a leg along and on top of his, resting her head on his chest, she teased his nipple with her tongue and teeth while her hand slid down to cup and squeeze his ball sack. His cock jerked and stiffened as it rose up to its fully erect state once again. His arm circled around her shoulder and softly stroked the side of her breast. Up and down his shaft she trailed her fingers, sometimes running them over his balls and down the delicate patch of skin between his sack and anus. He sighed gently when her fingers lingered here and then circled around and lifted his heavy sack, pulling on it, causing his cock to rise up off his belly. Pulling harder on his balls caused his sigh to change to a moan as his cock was pointing straight at the ceiling. Letting go of his sack, his cock fell with a slight slap, which brought a smile to her face. She could tell by the way his ass cheeks flexed up and down that he sought his release, as he contracted his ass his hips pushing upwards, his cock jerked and danced in the heat of needing to spend. Sliding down his body, closer to his ridged manhood, she softly stroked his shaft with her whole hand. A few precious drops of clear liquid emerged for the crown of his cock, much to her delight. Using the pad of her thumb she used those drops as a lubricant, sliding her thumb back and forth across the velvet head of his member, and down around the ridge that flared, and pulsed.

She wanted him to spend, and continued her soft strokes. Her mood was still one of afterglow and she wanted his seed inside her, but not in an explosive eruption, but like a slow thick river. She knew that if she used slow, light strokes on him and waited for the tell tail signs of his coming and then stopped he would spend in slow, measured, thick spurts. The contractions of his cock became quicker and quicker, each one sent it jerking up in the air off his belly as the head flared even more. She lowered her head on to his stomach so that she could watch his cock as he came. More of the clear pre fluid seeped out of the slit on his cock head and dripped down on his belly and she knew it was time to stop her strokes and watch. His cock contracted in waves and her finger on the underside of his shaft would feel the contractions that forced out his seed. The clear liquid dripped and then became a solid trickle. Another contraction and a thick flow of his white, hot seed flowed out of his cock, she watched it in fascination, not even hearing his moans so intent on what her eyes were seeing, the thick seed flowed and dripped down on his belly and her fingers felt yet another contraction of his cock.

Moving her head she took his cock in her mouth just in time to catch the next flood of thick come. It flowed into her mouth and coated her tongue, as his cock head surged and filled her. She throated him deeper and ran her teeth along the sides of his shaft. More thick seed ejected from his cock and she felt its heat as it filled her throat. Her teeth dragged their way up his shaft and over his ridge and she sucked on his head as the contractions went on, filling her mouth with his thick, hot, salty come. She swallowed it down, marveling at its texture and weight on her tongue. His contractions started to die off and she ran her tongue around the head of his cock, he moaned, and it was the first time she heard him, so intent was she on her own pleasure. She pulled back, releasing his staff, and licked up the puddle of seed from his belly. Looking at his cock it still pulsed and flared in the attempt to drain as much come from his ball sack as possible. Taking the head back in her mouth, her tongue played with the crown's slit and tasted the continuing drops of his ejaculation. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, and rested her head on his belly closing her eyes she kept him in her mouth as his passion died away and sleep overcame her.

He lay awake for a while after her, in a twilight doze of contentment; the night was getting old and he need to return to his pavilion, loth as he was to leave her bed. She sighed gently in her dreams as he slid from under her and dressed quickly. After reviving the fire he went to the window and looked out, it would be unseemly to be seen leaving her room at the hour, and with her asleep she wouldn't be able to bar the door behind him. This left the window, it was only a 12 foot drop to the courtyard, but he wasn't 20 years old anymore. He silently opened the leaded glass window and swung one leg out, feeling with his boot toe for the edge of the timber. Straddling the window ledge he realized how tender his groin was and shifted his weight to keep off it while he swung his other leg out. Closing the window behind him, he judged the jump perfectly and landed with his knees bent taking the shock lightly. I guess that all the years of training come in handy for more than war, he thought to himself as he made his way down the road that led back to his camp. But long before he arrived, the sky opened up with a heavy, driving, cold rain which soaked him to the bone. Slipping inside his tent he noticed that the serving girl from the tavern was still buried under the skins and blankets in his bed, just her face peeked out from the pile of covers. Stripping off his wet clothes he hung them to dry next to his armor stand, dried off as best as he could and slipped into bed next to the girl. He had to admit it was better to slip in beside her than it would have been cold and alone, he only wished he had more energy, she certainly did have a delectable ass he smiled to himself before falling asleep.

The day, what there was of it, was as cold and rainy as the night had been. He shook himself awake and listened to the rain blowing sideways, billowing out the side of the tent with each gust. He unwrapped himself from the covers and washed with the water from the water in the pitcher on the table. Turning around he noticed the serving girl watching him from the bed. "Good morning lass, best you be off home it is a dreary day out. I'll lend you a cloak to protect yourself from the worse of it; you can leave it for me at the inn." "M'lord can't I stay for a while? It is so cold and wet out, it is far better to remain abed this morning." As she said this she removed the covers, displaying a set of hardened nipples on her ripe breasts and slowly spreading her legs to show her sex.

"No lass, last night was enjoyable, but that was last night and I have duties to attend to, now off with you." She pouted and flung the covers off. Dressing, she cast long looks at him and displayed her firm bottom far more than was required for the job at hand. He wrapped a spare cloak around her, gave her one last kiss on her forehead and shooed her out of his tent, and back to her own life.

As he made his way back to town, and the inn, he noticed that during the night a group of gypsies had made camp in the field. Their colored wagons were pulled in a circle with canvas covers stretched between them making one large pavilion. These travelers moved in a wide area, between the various fairs and city events to sell their wares and talents. Medicines, various herbs and roots were their main products, along with cures for ailments best left unknown to the local population. Love potions and reading the future were the most popular of their talents and many a young maid sought them out to cure the product of a hot August nights delight that would become Aprils fool. Cooking fires were lit in the wagon circle and the smoke that carried with it the scent of a rabbit stew clung to the ground, and made his stomach growl in hunger.

Stepping in to the inn, out of the rain he saw his spare cloak hung up from one of the pegs in the hall. He also saw his lady already seated in the commons room, enjoying a breakfast of eggs a half rasher of bacon and toasted day old bread. Taking off his wet cloak he hung it over its brother and went to chase the chill away by the fire.




A Bed Time Story Ch. 04



" Good Morning M'Lady, tis a foul day" He said as he passed her table.

"M'lord, it is best that we remain here and dry until the weather improves. I trust you had an enjoyable evening?" She answered, casting a glance at the serving girl and then throwing a knowing looking back at him, with just a hint of a smile.

"Aye, lady." He took a place at the long trestle table and beckoned the girl to him. " Bring me a rasher, toast, some cold chicken and a flagon of the dark ale, please, oh...and my thanks for returning my cloak lass." He said the last with a wink and a grin. The serving girl blushed and flitted back to the kitchen. 

'Lady, I see that there is a gathering of gypsies now in the fields, do you require any herbs or medicines? 

"Gypsies?..oh I simply must see that and review their wares." She answered with wide eyes and excitement.

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"Aye, as you wish, Lady After I break my fast I will go see them and bring back an herb dealer so you may select what you need."

"M'lord, be sure she is also a fortune teller, and can read the cards for me."

"Aye M'Lady."

The conversation died as each turned to the meal and their own thoughts, presently the lady bade him a salutation and retired to her room. He sat and enjoyed the food, and the warm fire. The serving girl remained in the background and did her best to attract his attention, while she served the other that had sought shelter from the storm. Finishing his meal and a second flagon of excellent dark ale, he left his coinage on the table put on his cloaks and headed out into the storm to the gypsy's encampment.

Walking between two of the painted wagons he spied an old man, sitting on the side step on the wagon, inhaling the smoke from a gnarled root. He threw the old man a coin.

"Tell me father, who is your best in herbs and telling futures?" The old man inhaled deeply, and pocked the coin.

"My daughter is the best in all the country, tall knight." The old man answered, looking up through squinted eyes. 

"Is she here, now father?" 

"She is, but she is doing a reading for a customer in the wagon behind me, and as you know a seer can not be disturbed during a reading."

"Of course father, pray tell her that a high born lady wishes her services at the inn, she should bring her herb selection and also provide a reading for the lady."

"I will tell her that, tall knight and a good day to you."

"Good day to you as well father."

He left the encampment and returned to the inn, not wishing to spend the day in the damp confines of his pavilion. He settled in by the fire, and made small talk with some fellow travelers; mostly he sat and watched the weather. The cold rain affected his old wounds and he realized that they never really heal, just hurt less some days. He wondered if the woman of herb lore might have some potion that might easy his leg pain, and resolved to ask her when she came.

The gypsy woman entered the inn not long after he wondered about his pain, wearing the long colored skirt of her people and a heavy cloak. She was carrying a large box, but seemed to handle its weight with ease. She was tall and when she took of her cloak and head wrap he could see that she wore a plain white shift with beads that hung around her neck. He rose and went to greet her.

"I am the one that sent for you, the lady I spoke of, is upstairs, will you follow me." He looked at her fully, she was handsome, tall and strongly built, certainly not a slender maid but well knit. Raven wing black hair flowed down her back to her waist. Her complexion was a natural olive tan, with large dark eyes.

"Would you like me to carry your trunk?" He offered.

Her voice was deep and melodic with a twist of accent from a mystical place. "No, no thank you good knight, just lead the way."

He led her to the room and knocked lightly, then entered. The lady sat in the chair by the fire, reading and sipping on a glass of wine.

"My lady, here is the herb lore and reader of the future that you asked for."

"My thanks, M'lord." she said and rising up crossed the room to welcome the gypsy woman.

"My Lady, would you like to see the herbs or should I do the reading first?" the woman asked. 

"Both, set out your wares and we will shop and talk at the same time, are you a healer as well?"

"I am lady, do you have pain?"

"Yes, I fell from a horse years ago, and my back troubles me when I over exert myself." She added with a brief glance at the knight that had seated himself in her still warm chair by the fire. This look did not go un-noticed by the gypsy woman.

"I will look to it, and make a poultice for the pain, to relax the trouble."

At this the knight looked up.

"I too have a few parts that give me trouble most days, today in fact because of the weather, would this poultice help me as well?"

"I'm sure it would, sir knight."

The woman laid out the various jars of herbs and potions for the lady and then sat down at the table and began to place the candles and incents for the reading. Soon the room smelled of spice and magic, she closed the heavy drapes on the window and bade the knight to brighten the fire, which he did.

He remained sitting by the fire as the reading went on in low voices; he heard the slap of the cards as the woman divined their meaning. Glancing up from the book he idly read, he saw the lady blush a deep red as they both turned to look at him, the lady's blush and the gypsy's expression told him they no longer had a secret.

With the reading over the woman prepared the poultice for the healing. She bade the lady to point out the parts of her back that hurt, which she did. 

"Lady I will need you to remove your bodice, and skirt so I may examine this area, do you wish the knight to leave?"

"No...you have read and guessed what we are to each other, he will stay."

"As you wish, Lady."

The lady divested herself of her clothes and lay down on her stomach on the bed. The woman sat next to her and put her hands on the lady, pushing and pulling the back and rolling the muscles.

"Good knight?" the woman looked at him.

"Yes?" 

"I would examine your hurt at the same time; I will make the poultice for both of you at the same time."

He got up and removed his pants and waked to where she sat on the bed. The woman felt his leg and knee a frown crossed her face at the damage she felt. Looking down he saw her one hand resting on the lady's rear cheek, while her other hand felt up his thigh. Uncontrolled reaction caused his limp cock to twitch and swell. At first it was un-noticed, but the more he watched and felt from her hands, the harder he got.

"Lady...it seems you knight may have a damaged left leg, but his middle one seems to work just fine." The woman said with a slight chuckle. The lady rolled on her side and looked up, she saw the knight naked from the waist down, with the gypsy woman feeling his knee, right next to her head his stiff cock stood at attention. Without a real, conscious thought she reached up to hold his erection.

"Yes it does," the lady answered, "he has a wonderful middle leg and he uses it even better." She also noted that the woman's grip on her rear remained even when she rolled over on her side.

"In truth lady, men are to me just a necessary thin, Mostly un-needed but good for something." As she said this, her hand began to stroke and fondles the ass cheek she held. 

"I am a follower of the Greek Sappho, who wrote of the purest love is that between two women. Do you know of her, M'Lady? 

"I have read some of her poems, do you find then no pleasure in the arms of a man? Or his ridged member inside you? Or his mouth and tongue on your lower lips?"

"Most men are dirty, and care only for their release, not ours."

"Not this one here before you, he is a magical lover more concerned with my spending than his own."

"Then you are lucky, but as far as his mouth on your vulva, no man can do what a woman can do to another, you are an attractive woman, with a pleasing body would you like me to show you pure bliss?" Without waiting for an answer she rolled the lady back on her stomach and shifted down to nuzzle and kiss her ass cheeks. The lady looked sideways and up at the knight, he stood transfixed by what he was seeing. His erect cock standing out and up at the erotic scene that was unfolding.

The woman stopped her kisses and stood up. Removing her skirt and shirt she stood naked next to the knight and almost as tall. Her breast weren't overly big but the nipples that crowned them were large and stiff, the belly was flat and toned from a life of work and it sloped to a pubic area that was naked of any trace of hair. Her ass was high and round and in perfect proportion to her height. She crossed over to the table and picked up a small bottle of a clear liquid. Returning to the bed she sat back down and uncapped the bottle. She poured a few drops on the lady's ass cheeks and smiled as they rolled down into the cleavage between them, whatever was in the bottle elicited a moan from the lady as the drops dripped their way down her vulva. Looking up at the knight, she bade him to remove his shirt and sit next to her, which he did. Taking the bottle again she poured a few drops on the head of his penis, the sensation was one of an invisible mouth engulfing the head of his cock, now he knew why she moaned. She then dripped a few drops on herself and let them slide down her mound, once they found her lips she used a finger to rub the drops into her vulva, and leaned her head back in rapture.

Her hands, still wet from the drops spread the lady's legs wide, her sex was moist and open, and the gypsy took her thumb and forefinger and began to rub and squeeze the tender hood that surrounded her clit, over and over again she slid the two fingers back and forth with the hood between them. After four or five strokes the lady's ass began to rise up in time with the fingers stroking her clit while her hands came back to hold her ass cheeks open. The woman took her other hand and with a finger rubbed a drop on her rosebud, in a circular motion she spread the liquid and worked it into the delicate skin there. The lady convulsed and writhed on the bed, it was clear that she was close to spending. The gypsy stopped stroking her hood and clit and started to slowly stroke the outer and inner lips, with long soft strokes. First going down one side and then up the other, from right under the hood, which had erected like a tent, down around the bottom and up the other side. She continued this for a few minutes and then leaned over to whisper into the lady's ear. She complied with the request at once, rolling over onto her back and lifting her knees to he chest. 

The woman positioned herself on her knees and lowered her mouth to the open and dripping sex before her. Her tongue slid out and like a cobra, striking, darted and lashing the lips, hood and clit of the lady. After a few seconds she took the hood between her lips and sucked gently on the erect little nub it struggled to cover. Releasing it she began long licks that started at the anus and went up and over the clit. This pattern she repeated over and over again. The lady whipped her head back and forth and with a full body convulsion, spent in a gush of clear liquid. The gypsy woman licked the liquid as fast as it gushed forth, but it still covered her face and ran in rivers down to the bed clothes. While still in the aftershocks of coming, the woman started the licking pattern over again, but this time she allowed the clit to rest and concentrated on the inner and outer lips. She licking them and then bringing them between her lips and sucking so that they engorged, distended and folded over. Her fingers pushed into the folds and traced lazy figures inside the lady's velvet tunnel, first one finger then two disappeared inside while a third lodged inside her ass. After a few minutes once its sensitivity had died away, she once again started licked and sucked the hood and clit causing a whole new round of tremors in the lady's body. With the fingers still busy inside her she used her thumb to rub the clit back and forth. With a cry that was have moan, half primal yelp a second orgasm exploded inside her. 

She laid there spent, in a dreamlike state for seemed like hours but was only minutes the gypsy woman slid up alongside of her and kissed her full on the lips and her tongue played along her mouth. She felt her knees once again being brought up to her chest, this time it was a erect cock that slid into her, seating itself full length in one slow stroke. Her body was swimming and the liquid from her orgasms just kept on pouring from her. She wanted to moan but her mouth was filled with another tongue. The knight kept a nice slow and long tempo reaching the bottom of her, then pulling out so that just the ridge remained inside, a slight pause and he sank it in again. The gypsy woman's hands found her breasts and started stroking them and teasing the nipples causing them to stiffen and ache to be sucked on. 

Another gentle whisper reached her ear and she obeyed in an instant. She moved and uncoupled herself from the cock that sluiced in and out of her. She looked at his face as his cock swung free and smiled at him to reassure him it was only free for a moment.

The gypsy woman lay down with her head between the knights knees, looking up his heavy ball sack hung above her mouth and she reached out a tongue to taste it, although she preferred the taste of women, this man was different. He was clean and smooth and not at all like the pigs that pawed her almost every night since she was twelve. She wrapped a hand around his cock and brought it down to her mouth, it still tasted like a woman's juices and she sucked the wetness off of it. Motioning for the lady to join in they both took turns licking and sucking his cock before she had the lady turn around so he could enter her from behind she held his cock in position and spread her lips with her fingers. As he pushed into her she teased the clit and lips that were still puffy and swollen. Relaxing her head she looked up at a nice solid cock sliding in and out of a wet open pussy, but she wanted something else.

The lady concentrated on the feeling from her own busy sex, and then noticed the arching of the hips below her, and the smooth mound at its center. The legs opened up and she bent her neck and head to lick the pointed little nub the poked out of this hood, the long lips opened up and their juices flowed. She had never tasted another woman before, but the feeling and taste wasn't unpleasant. She mimicked what had been done to her, the pattern and style of licking and sucking and was rewarded by moans from underneath her. Then she felt him double his strokes and knew it wasn't long before he would come and her soon after, if not before. The tongue on her clit whipped back and forth and that coupled with the fullness of his cock in her caused the third orgasm to rip through her body. Waves of sparks traveled down her spine and she felt her pussy contract over and over. She buried her face in the hot open slit under her and licked it, savoring the feeling of orgasm and the taste of lust on her tongue. The hips and mound on her face bucked and twisted as the legs clenched and throbbed and she knew it was another woman's orgasm she was watching and feeling 

His hands tightened on her hips as his spending neared, looking down he could see the gypsy woman's face, eyes closed in the heat of orgasm, and it spurred him on to his own release. He came in torrents, the contractions buckled his knees and his seed poured out around his cock in a thick river and ran down to the face he saw below. She never opened her eyes but her mouth parted and accepted the juice that poured down. He pulled out completely and released a whole new waterfall of seed from her slit that fell in long thick strands down to that waiting mouth. Moving up the bed he offered the last of his juice to the lady, who opened her mouth gratefully to receive the last few contractions and some of his hot thick come.

They lay where they fell. Completely spent none had the energy to move for many minutes, when they finally did it was to group themselves together and share the bed, feelings, little kisses and whispers...