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ã 2002 by Tom Thumb

Once upon a time...

Once upon a time there was a Winter Solstice Orgy hosted by our Lord

Malinov's website. Many a merry author contributed to it and there was feasting all around. But then his website went down and the Winter Solstice Orgy was no more.

Someone kept the tradition alive and set up a site for a new Winter Solstice Orgy. I had no luck trying to get this story submitted. Since I wrote the story, no use letting go to waste.

So, I thought I would tell a story of the kitchens on Winter Solstice.

THE KITCHENS

The head cook of the keep added a couple more logs to the main hearth. Every night, one of the serving wenches maintained the fire in the main kitchen. Once a year, the head cook took her turn. What the serving wenches didn't know was the special service required of the fire tender on Mid-Winter's eve.

He suddenly strode in, The Lord of the Castle. A faint smile turned wicked as he saw her. He walked straight over to her as she rose. She knelt. His hand comes down and strokes her cheek.

"I wondered if you would find another wench to serve this night," he said.

"No, my Lord," she barely managed to whisper.

"Well? Strip wench!"

He sat on the stool she recently left. She turned away from her and undid her simple clothing. He reaches over and smacks her ass.

"No, wench. You know better. Turn around."

She turns to him and looks down. She quickly removes her garments. She feels his eyes on her breasts and between her legs. She was a randy wench in her youth, but now she just gave herself once each year. She stands close to the fire as he stands.

The next moment she feels his rough hand on her right tit and the other rough hand on her mound. She moans as his fingers twist her nipple. A single finger probes her opening and finds her wet.

"Ahhhh you have missed me, my wench. Well, this year I've learned a few tricks while I traveled in the continent. Shall I show you?"

"I'm yours, my Lord."

"Yes, you are," said the Lord as he pushed her to a butcher's block next to the fire. She found herself pushed back on the block and his hands spread her thighs.

"The whores in Paris taught me this one," said the Lord as he lowered his head. His tongue started far down her slit. She wondered at this new marvel. Usually, as a wench, she was quickly impaled upon a man's lance. A tongue was an entirely new sensation. She felt his tongue pressing at her opening. She could not believe the feeling. Slowly the tongue rose and found her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips. She bucked as the sensations intensified. She felt a finger slip into her. The tongue kept at the ministrations. In her 30-some years of life, she had felt nothing to compare. A second finger joined the first in her. She rose up on her elbows to watch her Lord's tongue on her clit and fingers moving roughly in and out. She couldn't stand anymore and she came. Chest heaving and eyes closed, she came for the first time in her life.

Suddenly, the fingers and tongue left her. She started as her legs were lifted. Her Lord reached in his pants and retrieved his cock. Soon that cock was buried to the hilt in her. She could do nothing but moan. This was different. Normally, such a severe ramming would hurt. This time her wet pussy tightened around her Lord's cock. She wanted harder. She said nothing, but she wanted harder.

The Lord watched the bouncing tits of his wench. He noted the ease with which he penetrated this wench and enjoyed her tossing head.

Each moan made him pound harder into her. He reached over and caught one tit in hand. Pinching the nipple. This seemed to increase the moans of his wench. With a series of hard thrusts, he came while her pussy tightened around his cock. She came with him.

He let down her legs and staggered back. He found the stool and sat down. He stared at the fire. She slowly rose. Almost too tired to think. She managed to get up and suddenly he looked at her.

"Did I tell you to get up, wench?" he said with a somewhat harsh note in his voice.

"No, Sire."

"Bend over the table," he said as he loosened his heavy belt. She quickly threw herself over the table. She had not been beaten in 10 years, but she remembered the feelings.

swish KRACK

She cried out, "No, my Lord."

swish KRACK

"No, what?" he answered.

swish KRACK

"I will do anything you want, my Lord. Anything."

swish KRACK She cried out with pain.

He paused for a moment, "Anything?"

"Yes, my Lord."

He paused for a moment and contemplated her. He walked up to the butcher's block and stood next to her. A hand found her hair and her eyes opened. She found her mouth pulled over to his cock.

"Look at this implement left dirty in your kitchen, wench," he growled. "Clean it."

As she opened her mouth, she felt his cock pressed against her lips. She tasted herself for the first time ever. His cock was rubbed against her lips as she used her tongue to clean his cock. Even as she licked, she could feel him grow once more. Suddenly, he pulled away from her. He walked away and out of her sight. She laid very still and waited.

He returned a moment later. Once more she was offered a cock to clean.

"Open your mouth," he said.

She opened her mouth and his cock soon entered. She could feel him grow between her lips. His hand in her hair held her head still. At the same time, she felt warm oil poured over her ass. The warm oil felt good, especially as he rubbed the oil over her bottom. A finger soon followed the oil dripped down her crack and entered her bottom. She was surprised by the sensation. She moaned, as her Lord's cock grew stiff in her mouth.

"Time to teach you what a Gentle Lady in Naples taught me."

He withdrew from her mouth and walked behind her.

"The Gentle Lady wished to play, but could not afford to get with child," he said as he slowly rubbed his hard cock into the oil between her cheeks. "Therefore, she found other pleasures to be had with a man."

She felt her Lord's cock pressed to her rosebud. She couldn't help but tighten at the thought. Slowly he leaned into her. His cock finally slipped in. She felt as if she would be ripped apart. His hand rubbed the small of her back.

"Relax, wench. You have no choice."

She tried to relax and finally as she did she felt him slowly slide deeper into her ass. She was surprised at the feeling of fullness. That fullness slowly slipped away as he pulled back and just the head of his cock remained in her ass.

"No, my Lord. Please don't," she moaned.

"Please don't do what, wench," he said.

"Please don't pull it from me," she panted.

He could but laugh as he said, "Don't worry, wench. I was just getting ready to stroke you properly."

He slowly pushed the full length deep in her once more. He worked slowly in and out. He suddenly remembered the other trick that Gentle Lady of Naples had taught him. His hand slipped under the wench and fond that little nub. As he rubbed and slowly stroked into her ass, he noticed something. She was leaning back into each stroke in her ass. She moaned and cried with each stroke. Even though she tightened around him, he stroked harder and deeper. She cried out as his balls tightened and his seed spilled deep inside her. She came. He lay down on top of her and panted. He could not believe the pleasure. He slowly withdrew from her. He stumbled backwards and sat down on the stool once more.

"May I rise my Lord?" she said in a tired voice.

"Yes," he said. He watched as she rose up. She didn't seem to mind being naked. She took a bowl and dipped some hot water from the kettle over the fire. She then took some cool water from a pitcher and added that to the bowl. She found a clean rag and kneeled before him. He opened his legs and watched as gently washed him.

"My Lord?" she finally said.

"Yes, wench?" he replied.

"May I tend the fires every week?"