My First Time

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  • Save World - Get Girl: Part 2

    Player 2 arrives.

    Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at My First Time.




    At no point in the history of time or space would I have thought I'd end up geeking out over The Circlet of Nianus with Ashton Halliday. I mean, at no point would I have ever thought I'd end up sitting in the backseat of my car, chatting excitedly about games we'd recently played and upcoming ones we were looking forward to. There was no reason for me to think we'd get into a heated debate about which Final Fantasy was best, or that he'd have bad enough taste to claim that Final Fantasy VII was better than Final Fantasy VI.

    "Next you're going to tell me you think Wheatley is a better villain than GLaDOS," he groaned.

    "Of course not!" I said indignantly. "Wheatley's hilarious, but he's a moron. GLaDOS is smart enough to be an actual villain. But the real question is, do you think Cave Johnson is funnier than both of them or are you wrong?"

    Ashton threw his head back as he laughed. "We're in full agreement on that."

    "Phew," I said, leaning against the door. "It's a good thing you said that, otherwise there's no way we could be friends."

    "Are we friends?" he asked.

    My laughter faded as I met his eyes. There was still a half-smile on his lips, but his eyes studied me seriously.

    "I mean; we aren't, you know. Not friends," I said.

    "Yeah, but we used to be, like, actual friends."

    I fidgeted nervously. "We were kids."

    "Doesn't mean we weren't friends," he replied. "I don't really know why we stopped hanging out, Ramona."

    I swallowed hard. There was no reason for his words to sting so much; we'd stopped being friends because he hadn't invited me to his ninth birthday party. It was stupid. It was petty.

    And it bothered me that he didn't remember.

    "I need to turn the car off," I said. "You can keep charging, just; I don't want to waste gas."

    Before he could respond, I opened the door. The rush of night air was a relief against my flushed skin and I took my time walking around the vehicle and turning it back to accessory mode before returning to the back seat.

    "Ramona; " he started when I got in.

    "Do you mind getting the dome light?" I interrupted. "It'll drain the battery too fast."

    He paused, then reached up and turned the light off as I shut the door. As I adjusted to the sudden darkness that fell over us, I realized how small the inside of my car felt.

    "I believe you've got some Pokemon to master," I said, just for something to fill the silence. "And Zelda's not going to free herself from Calamity Ganon."

    "True," Ashton said lightly. "But I have a proposal for you."

    I closed my eyes and sighed. "I don't want to talk about; "

    "Mario Kart."

    I paused, then frowned. "What?"

    Ashton's face was barely visible in the darkness, but between his tone and the glimmer in his eyes, I could tell he was smiling.

    "Mario Kart," he repeated. "Let's play it together."

    "You want to play; Mario Kart?"

    "Okay, full disclosure?" he said. "I fucking love Mario Kart and no one ever wants to play it with me, and it's not as fun as a single-player game. Since we're hanging out anyway, let's play together."

    I was relieved that we were back to video game talk, though my confusion about his sudden dropping of the whole "friends" thing was slow to fade.

    "Okay," I said slowly. "One problem, though."

    "I'll buy you the game if you don't have it," he said immediately.

    "How am I supposed to download it? The power's out and I don't know what kind of fancy Honda your dad drives, but my car isn't equipped with Wi-Fi."

    "One step ahead of you." There was a rustling sound as he fiddled around for a moment, then I winced as the sudden brightness of his phone lit up the interior of the car. "I'll hotspot my phone. And we can do local play once you download it so we won't even need to stay connected."

    I looked at his phone, then up at the excitedly twinkling eyes gazing at me in the ghostly glow of the screen light.

    "You're really into Mario Kart, eh?" I said, amused.

    "Come on," he said, grinning. "I'll even go easy on you. At first."

    "Don't bother," I said, grabbing my Switch. "I'll have you know I'm a fucking champ when it comes to Mario Kart and there's no way I'm going easy on you."

    Ashton Humbled.

    By a glow that was ironically ghastly given the colorful nature of anything Mario-related, I destroyed Ashton.

    "Have you ever even played this game before?" I asked after the first race, where I easily came in first.

    "Beginner's luck," he said.

    "Beginner? I've been playing Mario Kart since before you were born."

    He opened his mouth, then closed it and frowned. "I'm three months older than you."

    "Details, details," I said, then joined the next race.

    "I might be a little rusty," he admitted after I wiped the floor with him again in the next race.

    "A little?"

    "Once I find my groove, you're going to be begging for mercy."

    "Sure, Ash. Gotta catch me first."

    He groaned as I giggled.

    During the third race, I managed to run him off a cliff.

    "Jerk," he muttered.

    "Bitch," I replied, and he burst out laughing.

    "Just Supernatural or are you part of the whole trifecta?"

    I rolled my eyes as I drifted around a corner. "Do I look like I'm part of SuperWhoLock?"

    "Blue hair, eyebrow piercing, complete and utter disdain for an overbearing mother? You're the fucking poster child for Tumblr."

    I missed hitting an Item Box as I glared at my screen. "Asshole."

    He laughed. "What, you can dish it out but you can't take it?"

    I gritted my teeth as an NPC Bowser blasted past me. "Let me remind you whose car this is and whose charger you're currently using."

    "Oh," he said, his laughter falling as flat as my tone had. "I; sorry."

    "Whatever."

    We finished the rest of the race in silence. I still beat him, but I didn't come in first.

    "I was joking," he said when he finally crossed the finish line and the characters began to whirl around the track automatically. "I'm sorry."

    "It's fine."

    "Your hair looks awesome," he continued. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it or something. You look so; "

    "I don't care about that," I interrupted, partly because the fact he was complimenting my appearance was making me tingle in a way that was almost infuriating, since I shouldn't care at all what Ashton Halliday thought of how I looked, but mostly because it wasn't the thing that had bothered me. "I just don't need to be reminded about my mother right now."

    He was quiet for a moment. "Is everything; are you okay?"

    "I'm fine," I said. "I don't want to talk about it."

    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod.

    "Got it." He mashed one of the buttons on his Switch. "Come on, start the next race. I've got a good feeling about this one."

    I snorted. "A good feeling about losing?"

    "I'm gonna make you eat those words."

    "Looks like I'm going to be starving."

    "Big talker," he said. "You just wait."

    He came closer to beating me that time; neither of us came in first but he was only a couple of seconds behind me.

    "Hope you're hungry," he teased.

    "Oh, that's right!" I said suddenly.

    "What?"

    I dug through the pocket on the back of the passenger seat. "Want some Oreos?"

    "Does the Pope shit in the woods?"

    "Depends on if the bear is Catholic."

    We both snickered, then went silent as we each popped an Oreo in our mouths. The dim light from our Switches filled the car, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he grabbed another cookie.

    "Can I ask you something stupid?" I asked suddenly.

    He took a bite of the Oreo. "Yeah."

    I picked up another one but didn't eat it, choosing instead to fidget with it by twisting the chocolate discs. "Don't laugh."

    "I might."

    "When we were kids, in like; third grade, I think? Maybe fourth?" I knew it was third grade, but I was trying to pretend like it was slightly less of a big deal than I was making it. "Sometime around then. You; you had a birthday party. Playing laser tag, I think."

    "Yeah, sounds about right," he said lightly.

    I swallowed hard, still twisting the Oreo back and forth. "Why didn't you invite me?"

    "I did."

    I pressed my lips together as my stomach tightened. Of course he didn't remember.

    "You didn't," I said. "Everyone was super excited about it and then the day came and; "

    "And your mom called and said you didn't want to go," he finished.

    I looked up, my eyes wide, to see him staring back at me with a hard expression on his face.

    "It was third grade, not fourth," he said. "And my mom was mad because I'd insisted you were gonna come even though you didn't respond to the invitation. She'd already paid for everything for the party and your mom only called her like an hour before it started."

    "What?" I said. "That can't be right."

    "Trust me. I remember my mom being pissed about it."

    I bit my lip. "She said I wasn't invited."

    Ashton's face softened as he saw the confusion on mine. "Your mom totally hated me, Ramona. I mean, I kinda figured but my mom confirmed it after your mom

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  • Save World - Get Girl: Part 1

    She's ready for player two.

    Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at My First Time.





    Player one is me, Ramona Roth. I’m nineteen, blue hair, pierce eyebrow, former president of the student council, virgin.

    War is hell, they say, but I say they're wrong.

    Hell is insanity, and insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

    Hell is false hopes and flagrant disappointment.

    Hell is knowing that the squabbling of Ilyra, the princess from the far-off planet of Nianus, and Jostok, the snarky-but-pleasantly-ripped humanoid alien soldier from Quighnan, would attract the attention of Izzon's monstrous space beast.

    It's knowing that the beast would destroy the vent your plucky band of misfits was crawling through.

    It's knowing that you'd all tumble into the cavernous belly of the spaceship with only the last-second triggering of a force-field from your omni-cuff to prevent you from turning into gizzard soup on the space-grey floor.

    I watched Jostok realize that the force field hadn't prevented the princess from being crushed beneath the weight of the metal that tumbled from above. I watched him separate her from the tangled pile of bodies and bionic limbs, cradling her barely conscious form against one beefy, armor-clad bicep.

    I watched her brilliant violet eyes flutter open, and saw the little half-smile on her face as he called her by her name, and heard the weakness in her voice as she reminded him that it was Princess Ilyra to him. I heard Jostok chuckle wetly and assure her she was going to make it.

    After all, she was the princess. This was not how princesses died.

    Which was true, because she didn't die like that.

    Izzon's beast hurled itself to the ground in front of us, its weight making the spaceship itself shudder violently. A beam of light shot forth from its gaping maw, wrenching Ilyra from Jostok's arms. He reached for her, but before his bionic arm was even fully extended, the beast had pulled her into the air, clutched her between its massive claws, and snapped her in half like she was a fucking Kit Kat bar.

    So, she died like that instead.

    There was a beat; a pause as horror dawned across the party. A splash of blood splattered on the floor followed by the delicate circlet Ilyra always wore.

    "No," breathed Jostok.

    A metallic cackle from above filled the room.

    "So much for your princess," Izzon said as he descended on a floating platform.

    He landed just in front of the beast. Two long strides brought him to the circlet, and he plucked it from the pool of blood before making a mockery of Ilyra's memory and placing the fragile band of metal on his horned forehead.

    "You killed her," Jostok said, his voice wavering.

    "Well, duh," Izzon said, chuckling. "What, you think this is your fairytale or something, Quighnan? You kill the horrible, evil, sad little man who was just trying to get back what was rightfully his? You think you save the world, you get the girl, you get the glory?"

    His smile faded, and he straightened the circlet before reaching for his omni-cuff.

    "Well, Quighnan, I have news for you. You failed. The world is mine, the girl is dead, and you; "

    "Shut up, you piece of Cul excrement!" Jostok roared.

    "Or what?" Izzon taunted.

    "Or this," I muttered.

    Surprise flashed across Izzon's face as Jostok smashed his omni-cuff, using the last of its power to create his trademark rocket launcher. Hefting it over his shoulder, he screamed as he fired it. Izzon's beast stepped forward, snatching its master from the ground seconds before the ball of certain death hit him, and it was time for me to take over.

    The battle was hell. It was a place I'd been a million times before, and I let the world around me fade as I focused on Izzon and Izzon alone. His beast didn't like that, of course, but the beast wasn't my concern. There were others to fight the beast; only I could fight Izzon.

    Sweat beaded on my forehead and dryness scratched at my eyes. I refused to look away, refused to be distracted for even a millisecond from my task. Izzon darted around the battlefield, firing laser after laser in my direction, but I knew how to dodge them. I knew how to use them against him; I knew how to lure the beast to just the right spot for Izzon to maim it himself.

    And I knew what would happen next.

    The world shook, a rumbling that vibrated through my bones. Izzon's platform shot up, and I tracked it, ignoring the shouts and cries of the battle raging around me. High above, I saw the flash of light, and I hurled myself out of the way moments before a ball of plasma crashed down and punched a hole through the entire ship.

    A rush of air sucked through the floor, and I clung to the strategically placed pole for dear life, still refusing to take my eyes off Izzon's platform. I waited, watched, my heart racing as he descended, and descended, and;

    "Now," I said through clenched teeth, and I jumped.

    Wind and suction twirled around me as I fought against the force with everything in me. It was a Hail Mary, a last-ditch effort, a moment of pure insanity as I mashed at the omni-cuff wildly. I mashed, and mashed, and mashed, and;

    I made it.

    I got to the platform.

    "Oh my fuck," I breathed. "Oh fuck, oh frak, oh; fruck."

    I finally did it.

    Izzon stood before me, his wretched face twisted in anger. I pointed my weapon at him, just as I dreamed I would a thousand times before, and without so much as a second thought, I began to fire. One shot hit and his body jostled; another and red splattered around me; one more and;

    And all went dark.

    Sudden silence replaced the sounds of battle as blackness overtook me. For half a moment, I thought I had died, like for-real died. Then, my eyes adjusted, and across from me I saw the form of a woman with pale skin, wide eyes, and bright blue hair in the depths of a black mirror.

    "No," I whispered.

    The woman mimicked me.

    "No," I said again, a low groan as realization dawned on me.

    The woman's face crumpled. A bolt of lightning flashed through the basement window, and as thunder roared, I screamed.

    "You've got to be frucking kidding me!" I shrieked, and I'm not at all ashamed to admit that I burst into tears.

    "Ramona!" my mom shouted distantly.

    I ignored her cry; tears were streaming down my cheeks as frantic footsteps thudded on the stairs. Despondently, I slid off the couch and crumpled to the floor, clutching my controller to my chest as I sobbed.

    "Ramona!" Mom gasped again, the faint glow of her cell phone flashlight spilling across the basement. "Are you hurt? Ramona, talk to me, w-what happened, are you; "

    "The power," I whimpered as she reached me and hesitantly touched my shoulder. "The power went out, and I was so close."

    "Close to; what?"

    "Beating Izzon," I sniffed.

    Silent tension filled the basement.

    "In a game," she said flatly.

    "Well, yeah, but; "

    "You screamed bloody murder in the middle of a huge thunderstorm because the power went out during a game."

    It was no use trying to explain to her that I'd been stuck on the boss fight in The Circlet of Nianus for days. I stared sullenly across the basement at the darkened TV as Mom launched into another one of her ranting lectures that had become routine since I'd returned home for the summer after my first year of university.

    "This is not proper behavior for a nineteen-year-old woman," she said, probably. I would've had to have been listening to know for sure, which I wasn't, but all her lectures were pretty much the same. "Christ, Ramona, it's like I don't even know who you are anymore. What happened to the sweet girl who left for university last August?"

    Then, if that lecture was anything like the other ones; which it likely was, but I still wasn't listening; she would have started tearing up.

    "I don't know what I did to deserve you acting like this,   Ramona," she probably said in a watery voice. "What happened to my goody-two-shoes straight-laced brown-noser who would never dream of putting a toe out of line and who I, as the head of the Minwack Falls Homeowners Association, could truly be proud of since she was as cookie-cutter and put-together as the yards and fences I work so hard to keep in line at all times?"

    Well, she probably didn't say that last part. At least, not out loud. But the implication was there. When I tuned back in to the conversation, she was shaking her head as she looked dramatically in the other direction.

    "Honestly,   Ramona, maybe we made a mistake," she was saying, for real that time. "Sending you to that school; I worried that you weren't ready and now; "

    "I was perfectly ready to go to university," I said dully. "And I'm an adult, so you didn't send me anywhere. I chose to go. And my name is Ramona."

    "Adults don't throw tantrums because of a silly game."

    "It's not silly," I said through gritted teeth. "This is what I want to do with my life."

    "Play games."

    "Make games."

    "Hmm," she said. "Be that as it may, I highly doubt you'll find a summer job making games. I charged the laptop battery up earlier today, so if the power stays out, we can still work on your resume tonight."

    I sighed. "I have a resume. I already asked if they were hiring at The Sword and Dice and they said they'd get back to me."

    "I doubt the comic book store is hiring," she said, unimpressed, before she started towards the stairs. "I'm surprised Jordan Cooper's managed to keep it open as long as he has. I'll go down to The Enchanted Florist tomorrow and speak with Owen. That girl he has working there was incredibly rude to me the other day and refused to call him so I could make a complaint about her."

    "Okay, Karen," I muttered under my breath.

    Mom turned. "What was that?"

    "Nothing."

    She clearly didn't believe me and shot a very Karen-esque look in my direction. "Well, if he's willing to hire her, I bet he's one of the few people in town who would be willing to overlook your new; style and possibly offer you a job."

    And there it was; yet another dig at my hair, and my new eyebrow piercing, and the fact that I wasn't dressed like her President of the Student Council Princess anymore.

    I wish I could say it had been a gradual transformation, that I hadn't been the stereotypical example of the good-girl going wild as soon as she was on her own for the first time. However, years of living with Liz Roth, head of the Minwack Falls Homeowners Association, vice-president of the Minwack Falls High School Parent-Teacher Association, and volunteer board member for the Minwack Falls Good Neighbor Society, had instilled an almost-detrimental instinct to be honest in me.

    I was absolutely the model of a rebellious girl experiencing life away from an overbearing mother and semi-absent father.

    I'd left for university as a geeky girl with suitcases full of modest blouses and nice-but-not-too-tight jeans. At the end of the semester, I returned home with suitcases full of pop culture t-shirts, dark jeans that were ripped in all the right places, and Chuck Taylors that I'd kept on my feet day in and day out so I could get that worn-in look as fast as possible. I was still geeky and still a girl, but now that girl had bright blue hair, an eyebrow ring, and an exasperatedly cynical attitude.

    I loved who I had become. I loved being Ramona, the girl wi

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  • The True Story of Snow White: Part 6
    The True Story of Snow White: Part 6
    An unexpected Anniversary guest.

    Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the

    ►Podcast at Explicit
    Novels.



    Why don't I just stay this size for a while? I'm curious,

    wife, did you like having a cock in your ass and a cock in your cunny at the
    same time?"

    "Yes!" She moaned.

    "I'll be directing the next session. Wouldn't you just

    love for me to tell you to suck another man's cock, or for me to order you to
    hold your ass cheeks wide so he could force his shaft into your little rosebud.
    And when you were ready to cum, I'd make you suck on my cock so that I could
    feel your screams vibrating all over it."

    Their pace was frantic, both arching towards the other until

    all that was heard throughout the room was the sound of aroused flesh smashing
    against aroused flesh.

    Cassius continued whispering hot erotic words to her,

    spinning his magic around her, setting the images into her mind so clearly Snow
    White felt she could reach out and touch them. He spoke of new scenarios and
    new partners, sometimes one, sometimes large groups. How he came to know her
    deepest desires, she knew not, but there it was offered to her on a silver
    platter.

    Her legs were lifted and settled over his shoulders. The

    position allowed him a deeper penetration, much to Snow White's increasing
    delight. She relished the hot velvety shaft stroking in and out of her cunt.
    The thick round head would occasionally pop free and the feel of it splitting
    her back open caused her breath to catch.

    Nothing was held back as they mated. Moans and growls ripped

    through the room along with the wet sounds of skin against skin. Cassius used
    every ounce of strength he possessed. His powerful thrusts pushed Snow White across
    the bed. She in turn impaled herself on his organ and begged for more.

    The air was permeated with the scent of sex, thickening with

    each passing second. Cassius could feel his orgasm approaching like a dark
    carnivorous beast, waiting for just the right moment to pounce. His motions
    grew sharper, becoming quick jerky stabs designed to incite his orgasm.

    Snow White gripped Cassius's hips, her sharp nails biting

    deeply as she tried to pull his cock deeper. "More, Cassius! Oh God, give
    me more!"

    He gave it to her. Reaching down with his hand he pinched

    her clit. Looking into her passion clouded eyes he gave her a wicked smile and
    sent his magic zipping through his body. It entered his fingers and sparked
    into her clit while at the same time entering his cock causing it to elongate
    and thicken several inches.

    Snow White was shattered with orgasm after orgasm, the

    rapture surging from her clit and from her convulsing cunt. Her back arched
    from the force of the orgasm and her skin felt like a flash fire was burning in
    it. Her screams ricocheted throughout the room and her hands grabbed the sheets
    holding them tightly, an anchor to her quaking body and pleasure-wracked mind.

    Cassius shouted as her cunt clamped around his thickened

    rod. He was squeezed and squeezed until thrusting his cock was almost
    impossible. With a last mighty heave he surged forward until he was firmly
    planted inside her cunt. And then the orgasm was upon him, blasting from his
    cock in large thick streams of cum. He threw his head back and yelled as the
    orgasm reached his head in sharp, piercing white flashes that seemed to sear
    every brain cell he had.

    His thrusts continued until every single drop of cum was

    expelled from his cock before lowering himself down on top of Snow White.

    She reached up wearily and ran her hands along his sweat

    soaked back, panting softly against the skin of his neck.

    "I lied to you," Cassius began, his voice sounding

    harsh to her ears, "I wouldn't really have let you leave."

    Snow White laughed softly. "I never really thought you

    would. And thank God for it."

    Their lips met in a soft kiss, each pouring their newfound

    feelings into it. Each knowing with unfailing certainty that their lives
    together would be the stuff of fairy tales.

    Snow White receives an unexpected Anniversary guest.

    Snow White signed in disgust. As first anniversaries went,

    this one Sucked! Today was supposed to be special and wonderful. And not only
    that, she was supposed to be getting sex, lots of hot, steamy sex. Hell, by
    this time she should have been limp from so much sex. At this point, she'd even
    be satisfied with a quickie, if only she could find Cassius!

    Growling under her breath, Snow White stormed through the

    front entrance of the castle. There was not one inch of this damn castle that
    she had not searched and, still, no Cassius.

    A quick glance at the hall clock had her throwing her hands

    up in defeat. Now there was no more time for even a quickie. Their dinner
    guests would be arriving in a little less than two hours and she still needed to
    bathe and get into her ball gown. Narrowing her eyes, she stomped up the
    stairs, vowing that Cassius would pay for keeping her stewing all day.

    The Bedchamber

    The door to their bedchamber was already open when Snow

    White reached it. As she reached out to close the door, her hand just gripped
    the very edge and slipped off, breaking a nail in the process. Hissing at the
    slight pain, she added the injustice to her list and left the door open.

    Maybe the bath would help ease some of her tension, although

    she didn't hold out much hope of that. Of course it was more of a pool than a
    tub, so if relaxing in it didn't help she would just swim some of her
    aggression away.

    "Oh God, yes! Give me that hard cock!" The barely

    audible cry stopped her hand in mid motion as she reached for the bathroom
    door.

    By God, if Cassius was in there getting his rocks off, while

    she had had to suffer all day without relief, there was going to be hell to
    pay, she fumed. Turning swiftly, she moved to the immense walk in closet and
    thrust dresses and ball gowns out of her way without regard for the delicate
    garments. There, in the back of the closet, was an iron ring hanging from what
    looked like a normal wall. Grasping the cold metal, she twisted the ring to the
    right and waited while a secret door opened soundlessly, revealing the dim
    passageway beyond.

    The sounds of sex were louder here, echoing slightly through

    the hallway. About midway down, Snow White stopped and slid open a small slot
    in the wall that had hid two peepholes at eye level.

    The amazing sight that greeted her had her gasping and then

    quickly covering her mouth before the sound could get out. God, she just
    couldn't believe her eyes. Screams and moans of raw pleasure were emanating
    from a young blonde haired woman while a muscular golden haired male sawed his
    cock in and out of the blonde woman's tight ass. Cassius, his long black hair
    pulled back into a pony tail was seated on the edge of the bathing pool,
    watching each wave of pleasure cross the servant's face, urging the guy doing
    the thrusting on with hot fuck words and stroking his erection in time with the
    others' thrusts.

    "Christ, she's so fucking tight!" Growled the

    golden haired man.

    Snow White choked off another gasp as the man turned his

    profile towards her and she got her first good look. It was Malachi, the genie
    in the mirror, the man that had taken her virginity.

    The muscles in Malachi's thick arms clenched and rippled as

    he gripped the servants hips, holding her still so that he could slam his cock
    into the tight orifice he plowed with a fast violent motion. "Yeah, take
    my cock you little slut. It feels good doesn't it? All nice and hard,
    stretching you out and filling you up."

    The young woman moaned in agreement.

    Smack!

    "You're ignoring your prince, bitch! Look, he has to

    stroke his own cock, when it should be your mouth doing all the work. Get down
    there and give his balls a good lick. Now!" The genie gripped the back of
    her head and forced it down until her mouth came into contact with the smooth
    skin of Cassius's balls.

    Cassius threw his head back and groaned with pleasure.

    Releasing the genie from the mirror was the perfect anniversary gift for his
    wife. And today he had purposely hidden from her so that her frustrations would
    be at their peak when he introduced Malachi into their lovemaking session.

    Hmm, he would have to remember this particular servant; she

    took to cocksucking with such gusto. Nibbling and biting, licking and sucking,
    all the while moaning and whimpering from the fierce rapture she was receiving
    from Malachi's frantic thrusts.

    "Hiss." The sound was torn from Cassius's throat

    as the entire length of his shaft disappeared down the girl's throat.
    Forgetting that his hands were bracing him up, he wrapped them into the
    servants blond locks and began to guide her head up and down. Sighing once more
    in pleasure he lowered his back to the cool tiles and rested there, enjoying
    the hot wetness and suction surrounding his cock.

    Snow White had completely forgotten her anger. Watching the

    m nage a trois going on just a few feet in front of her had her so horny that
    her juices were already trickling down her legs. Her eyes darted here and there
    trying not to miss any of the action.

    Sweat began to bead on her skin and her breath rasped in and

    out of her lungs as her arousal grew. Her skin ached, demanding to be touched.
    With shaking hands she frantically tried to undo the buttons that ran along the
    front of her day gown but she could only manage to undo enough buttons to
    expose her breasts. Quietly whimpering she pulled at her skirts until they were
    bunched around her waist.

    The first touch of her fingers against her clit almost had

    her crying out with pleasure. Ever so slowly she rotated the delicate bud,
    around and around, shivering from the electric pulses that raced through her
    body. With her other hand she caressed a breast, gently manipulating and
    squeezing the delicate flesh. She turned her focus back to the erotic scene.

    Malachi hammered his cock deeper and deeper into the

    servant's wonderfully tight ass. The inner muscles surrounding him kept
    constricting and constricting, forcing him to use his depleting will power to
    keep from cumming. And just went he thought he would lose the battle the
    muscles would ease up and he could once more enjoy the pleasure without the
    fear of coming too soon. Tilting the blonde's ass enabled him a deeper
    penetration, which he took full advantage of, slowing his thrusts to get the
    maximum depth out of each stroke.

    The servant groaned in appreciation, loving the way the

    ridges on the cock fucking her scraped along her inner muscles.

    Leaning over her, Malachi whispered, "Does your

    Prince's cock taste good, slut? I want to hear you tell your Prince how good
    his cock tastes."

    The servant released the cock with a gasp. "Oh your

    highness, I love the taste of your cock. It's so big and thick I can barely
    managed to get it down my throat. I would do anything to have it in my mouth
    and in my ass." She broke off as Cassius forced her to engulf his cock
    once more."

    "You shall have your wish." Cassius remarked and

    with the touch of his hand against the servants shoulder left his personal mark
    engraved in her skin. Now everyone would know that the servant belonged to him
    and only him. To be used in any way that Cassius desired, by anyone that he
    chose.

    The servant cried out at the white hot flash of pain and

    then cried out in joy as she realized that now she was marked and would know
    forever the pleasure of her master.

    "A very good choice, Cassius. Her mouth is nothing

    compared to what this ass can do, though. I've almost cum thrice from the
    muscles squeezing my cock. I hope you'll let me borrow her from time to
    time?"

    "Of course." His voice sounded harsh to his own

    ears. But he was so close to cumming, how could it sound any other way? The
    servant assaulting his organ never missed a beat. Plunging up and down, she
    would occasionally release Cassius to bathe the glistening instrument with her
    tongue, staring into Cassius's hungry eyes until she once more took the rod
    back into her mouth. The full sacs below also received the same treatment,
    along with little, stinging love bites that had Cassius arching his back and
    yelling out more sexual obscenities.

    Cassius felt the familiar tingling sensations that signaled

    his approaching orgasm. His balls felt like they were on fire as the cum
    churned inside them and his stomach muscles tightened with the effort to hold
    it inside. With a small nod to Malachi, Cassius let him know that he was close
    to cumming.

    Malachi smiled back and looked down on the servant with

    wicked glee. Reaching underneath, he flicked at the servants throbbing clit.
    With his hips rocking, Malachi started a series of hard fierce thrusts, using
    his cock as a weapon, purposely bottoming out with each thrust.

    The sudden sharp scream that erupted from the blond woman

    had Snow White inhaling sharply. Her hand tightened around the breast it was
    clutching in reflex tearing an almost soundless whimper from her throat. Again
    and again, she repeated the motion, at times pinching the nipple or pulling at
    it, fascinated by the shivers and goose bumps this caused.

    Snow White moved the hand stroking her clit continuously,

    gaining speed as she became lost in the scene in front of her and then slowing
    down to stave off her orgasm so that she could cum with them. The rich, hungry
    sounds the trio made whispered into her ears, teasing her ultra-sensitive skin
    with electric shivers. Over and over, sizzling images of Malachi's cock
    piercing the servants ass and of Cassius guiding the young woman to swallow
    even more of his cock etched themselves into her memory. Through it all Snow
    White could not help wishing that it were she in place of the servant.

    Malachi squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. The

    urge to cum was too strong now. There was no way he could hold back. The vice
    around the turgid length of his cock was tighter than anything he had ever felt
    before. Leaning over the servant Malachi whispered into her ear, "I'm
    going to cum, little cockslut. I'm going to cum in your ass and you re going to
    thank me prettily afterward. Do you understand me, slut?" Malachi gave a
    painful squeeze to the rigid clit in his fingers.

    He took the resultant cry of pain and shaky nod, as

    acceptance.

    "Good. I'm going to remember you and you are going to

    remember me as well, I think. Especially when the mark I will place on your
    body turns warm and you will know that I am coming for you. To take you,
    stretch you, fill you up with my hot cum. Yes, little slut, that's right. Mine,
    forever."

    Malachi's words were too much for the young woman. Screams

    of exultant pleasure erupted from around the pistoning cock in her mouth and
    her body shook and bucked with the rush of orgasmic tremors.

    That was the moment Malachi had been waiting for. With a

    fierce growl he sank his teeth deep into back of the servants neck, deep enough
    to draw blood and leave a permanent mark etched there for the rest of the young
    woman's life. At the same time, he thrust one last time, burying his cock to
    the hilt into the spasming depths of the servant's ass. Cum burned a fiery path
    from his balls to erupt from the tip of his cock, drenching the blonde's
    insides. In the end there was so much cum, it leaked out from around his still
    thrusting shaft, dripping down onto the tiles.

    Snow White's own orgasm was only seconds away when her focus

    turned from Malachi to Cassius. He had both hands firmly wrapped around the
    young woman's head, the knuckles of his hands turning white from the strength
    of his grip as he guided the head up and down on his aching member. She could
    see the servant's lips red from the abuse that she so obviously enjoyed and her
    cheeks hollowed from the force of suction she was applying around Cassius's
    cock. From Cassius's heavy breathing and the straining muscles in his forearms
    his orgasm was close at hand.

    Cassius watched the last orgasmic tremor shiver through

    Malachi. Yes, he was very definitely glad that he had been able to release him
    from the mirror. And the servant, he would look forward to pillaging that ass
    at a later date in the not too distant future. But for now he wanted to cum and
    cum a lot. He wanted to watch his new acquisition swallow his load.

    "That's it wench. Suck my cock. Show me how much you

    want my cum. Come on, Show me!" He commanded.

    The girl worshipped his organ, running loving hands up and

    down the wet length. At the tip she stopped, laving the blunt head with her
    tongue. And then the suction began anew, fiercer and stronger; her cheeks so
    hollowed it looked painful.

    Cassius could withhold his orgasm no longer. It shot out

    like a skyrocket with such force the servant choked, but did not let go,
    determined to devour every single drop of her Prince's cum. More blasts hit the
    back of her throat and she moaned to let Cassius know how much she loved it.

    Snow White doubled over, as her knees grew weak from her

    impending orgasm. Her mouth was wide open when the climax ripped through her
    body and she was unable to prevent the resultant scream of pleasure that tore from
    her throat. Unendurable waves of red-hot pleasure battered her body, shuddering
    through her system. Her knees buckled and she slipped to the floor. She
    continued her torment, rubbing her clit with fast and furious movements,
    glutting her body on the wondrous pleasure she was experiencing.

    Cassius was completely caught up in the sensations piercing

    his body. His skin and muscles felt like they were being consumed by his orgasm
    and shot out the same way his cum was going, straight through his cockhead and
    into the woman's throat. It was amazing to him that in the state he was in he
    was able to hear the thin scream that managed to pass through the thick
    stonewalls. He shuddered in exquisite pleasure as the last jet of cum burned
    its way from his shaft. Closing his eyes he let his head fall backward,
    luxuriating in the pleasantly sated feeling that swept through him.

    When next Cassius opened his eyes, he found Malachi staring

    at him with a thoughtful look on his face.

    "Was that your?"

    "Umm, yes that would be my delightful Snow White. She

    has a rather bad penchant for eavesdropping." Cassius glanced over to the
    wall that hid his wife.

    "Perhaps, we should teach her what happens to bad

    little girls who can't mind their manners."

    "A very good idea. How about we start on it later, say

    during supper? I'm just a tad exhausted right now?"

    "How does your wife put up with your lack of

    stamina?" Malachi teased.

    "I make up for it in other more adventurous ways."

    Cassius retorted giving Malachi the finger.

    "You wish."

    "I will. That's a promise." The promise held a

    great deal of heat to it.

    Nervous moments.

    Snow White smoothed the fabric at the back of her gown as

    she sat down in the chair that Cassius held out for her. Her hand trembled
    slightly.

    Cassius leaned down close to her ear and spoke in a whisper.

    "Are you nervous, my dear?"

    She jumped just a bit at the suddenness of his question.

    "No, of course not. Why would you think that I was nervous?"

    "Maybe it's the fact that your hands are trembling.

    Tell me, dear wife, what could you possibly have to be nervous about tonight of
    all nights?"

    "Nothing. I'm not nervous. You're just imagining

    things." She protested.

    "Very well. Then we'll proceed with the party."

    Cassius sat next to Snow White and waved his hands at the

    army of servants bearing trays to go ahead and serve the food. When the food
    was served and the guests had begun to eat, he leaned over once more and
    whispered to Snow White. "My dear, are you sure you're not nervous? You've
    almost dropped the food on your fork twice now."

    "I'm fine. See." And she forked the bite into her

    mouth.

    Cassius waited until she had taken a deep drink of wine

    before asking his next question. "Did you enjoy your little eavesdropping
    adventure today?"

    Snow White choked on the wine.

    Smiling evilly, Cassius patted her back, helping to ease her

    discomfort.

    She lifted guilty eyes to study Cassius. What she saw did

    not look promising. He had a look of sinister glee on his face. And his mouth
    was drawn up in a devilish smile.

    Deciding on a course of action, Snow White plun

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  • The True Story of Snow White: Part 5
    The True Story of Snow White: Part 5
    Waking Sloan..

    Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the

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    When she was once more back in the room, Snow White lifted

    her hand and pointed at Sloan with her index finger. "I don t know how to
    Wake him."

    Tanned hands brushed long, golden hair over thick, powerful

    shoulders and a brilliant blue eye winked at her from a face so handsome it
    made women swoon.

    "Anything you say, princess." Derek replied.

    "But first I think I'll get a bit more comfortable."

    He removed his shirt and then painstakingly inched his breeches

    down. Snow White's breath hitched in her throat as his beautiful, thick cock
    sprang free of the tight breeches. As she reached for it, his hand came up and
    gave hers a sharp smack.

    "No touchy feely Princess."

    She pouted, but moved closer to the couch.

    Derek slid his hands along the smooth skin of Sloan's

    thighs, pulling them apart and placing Sloan's right foot on the floor. He
    knelt down so that his chest was partially supported by the couch. Observing
    the deep hibernation of Sloan s limp shaft and sagging ballsack, Derek was
    overcome with deep sympathy for Sloan s plight.

    With a mental shake Derek willed his mind back to the task

    at hand. There was a trick to waking Sloan. Looking at the princess who was
    diligently caressing and squeezing her bared breasts, he figured he had better
    hurry the pace along.

    Derek released Sloan's limp snake and spoke, "Get down

    here and wake up his cock, princess. Right now!" He barked the last order
    when she did not move.

    Leaning down, she ran her tongue over the silky smooth sac

    at the base of Sloan's cock. sHe sucked each nut one at a time into his mouth,
    rasping her tongue over them and taking her teeth to each one with gentle love
    bites.

    sHe did this purely for her own pleasure, loving the taste

    and feel of the full globes. Switching to the cock in her hands she drew wet
    circles around the head with the tip of his tongue. Next she coated her long
    middle finger generously with saliva and grazed the puckered opening of Sloan's
    anus.

    In the next instant three things happened. Snow White sucked

    Sloan's cock into her mouth, thrust her finger deep into her lover's anus, and
    Sloan woke in an instant, his hoarse shout mingling with her groan.

    It only took a minute for the sleep to clear from Sloan's

    head. "Fuck! I love getting woke up like this!" He yelled. His cock,
    now granite hard, had a hand wrapped tightly around the shaft, stroking and
    pumping it while Derek's hot mouth sucked on the head with vigorous intensity.
    Another finger was added to the one in his ass, stretching and stroking. He
    grabbed clumps of golden hair in his hands and used them to guide Derek up and
    down on his shaft.

    Not once did Sloan open his eyes while he savored each

    miniscule sensation. So it came as quite a shock when he heard Derek's voice
    and realized there was someone else in the room.

    "Sloan's tongue can do a much better job on your cunt,

    princess. Go ahead, straddle and sit down on his mouth. You can minister while
    you enjoy."

    His eyes opened immediately, zeroing in on the naked woman

    standing near his head. Shit, he thought, I forgot all about her fuckable ass.

    Snow White watched the erotic phallus in front of her with

    such avid concentration that when Derek spoke she jumped. As his words
    registered she realized that she was completely naked, and that her fingers
    were rubbing her clit, but for the life of her, she could not remember taking
    her clothes off.

    She shrugged, dismissing her confusions. Taking the hand

    Sloan held out to her she moved to get into position and was directed to the
    face his mighty phallus, now very red, rigid, and sporting a series of bumpy
    blue veins which wrapped his shaft like the ivy vines which ascended toward the
    top of the castle tower..

    "Oh!" She cried out, arching her back as Sloan's

    tongue laved the entire length of her slit ending with a sharp flick against
    her clitoris. Hands reached up and caressed her breasts, cupping and squeezing,
    pulling and pinching her nipples. God, the way he was intentionally using slow
    laps with his tongue that did nothing to bring her closer to orgasm made her
    want to scream in frustration.

    A quick wiggle of her hips and Sloan grabbed her preventing

    any more movement.

    "Please! Please, I need more! Give me more!" She

    moaned in frustration.

    Derek cleared his throat and spoke, "Get down here and

    suck his cock, princess. Right now!" He barked the last order when she did
    not move.

    "Oh Fuck, yeah!" Sloan growled as her mouth

    swallowed his cock, while her fingers fondled his plump sack.

    Christ, he had to get his mind off the pleasure his cock was

    receiving or he'd cum too soon. Returning to her cunt, Sloan concentrated on
    edging her toward orgasm. He sucked her clit into his mouth and held it there
    while he punished it with his tongue. Careful love bites followed the hard
    rapid flicks and then Sloan went further, ramming two fingers into her cunt and
    fucking her to the same rhythm as his tongue.

    She shivered, moaning around the hard shaft in her mouth.

    Her orgasm was so close and her body so tense that Derek had to remove her hand
    from Sloan's cock before she hurt him. That left only her mouth covering the
    head and when her orgasm erupted her scream vibrated around Sloan's cock. It
    took supreme will on Sloan's part to stave off his own orgasm.

    "Oh God, stop before I cum." Sloan yelled in

    warning.

    Derek looked at the stunned princess and realized that she

    was too weak to continue.

    That was fine with him, while she recuperated. While he

    picked her up, Sloan shifted on the couch leaving a corner of it empty for
    Derek to place Snow White in.

    Snow White stayed where she was, afraid that she had done

    something wrong.

    "Please, don't be angry with me." She said in a

    small voice.

    Sloan looked at her in astonishment. "Princess, we're

    not mad at you, we're mad at ourselves. We lost control and almost screwed up
    your lesson." He said in disgust. "Just give us a few minutes to calm
    down and we'll continue your lesson."

    A searing look passed between the two.

    Unfortunately, Snow White was unable to sit still. Her

    arousal scented the air and the heat of it raging through her veins kept her
    muscles constantly twitching and her cunt aching for a hard cock

    "Poor Princess, you aren't going to last much longer

    are you?" Sloan teased.

    Snow White opened her eyes just as Sloan grabbed her and

    slung her over his shoulder. The cave man tactics sent new tingles shivering up
    her spine. Raising her head she saw that Derek was right behind her. His hand
    was stroking his cock and there was such a look of sexual resolve on his face
    that it took her breath away.

    The next thing she knew, the cold wood of the table was

    pressed against her breasts and stomach and Sloan's prick was splitting her
    cunt open.

    Her mouth opened wide in a silent O and her nails dug small

    grooves into the wood. His cock kept inching and pushing inside her until she
    thought it would never end. When the whole length was finally inside, she
    managed to relax slightly but was unable to stop the involuntary shudders
    coursing through her.

    Sloan moaned low in his throat. Her cunt was so tight and

    wet. God, he loved the feral jolt to his system when he rammed his cock home.
    It was primal, vicious and made him want to spew his juices right then and
    there. Pulling out, he gave a triumphant shout and punched his cock back into
    the volcanic heat of her cunt.

    "Oh!" She couldn't stop the cry of delight, the

    pleasure she was receiving from his fucking so explosive. Eagerly she tilted
    her hips to meet his powerful thrusts letting the turbulence of his possession
    overwhelm her.

    Growling and grunting he drove in and out of the slick heat,

    not even slowing down when Derek's wet fingers shoved into his manhole. The
    stimulation soon had him aching to be fucked. Derek's hands shoved against his
    shoulders forcing him to lean over Snow White with an order to hold still.

    Sloan's flesh was hot, almost feverish against her own and

    his breath panted harshly against her ear. Callused fingers closed over her
    shoulders as Derek's voice sounded behind them.

    "Are you ready for my cock?"

    Snow White relinquished the last shred of her control and

    let the fiery whirlwind dominate her. Her body vibrated with the unending
    pleasure. Derek's taut body against her own along with his low groans of
    pleasure against her ear added to the eroticism.

    His sudden movement lodged his cock deeper inside the

    princess than he had ever thought was possible.

    "More Derek! Spank me more!"

    The ecstasy he was experiencing was two-fold, his only

    thoughts the imminent orgasm rising up from his balls. He had just enough
    presence of mind left to reach down between Snow White's thighs, grab her clit
    between thumb and finger and squeeze. Once! Twice! And then she screamed.

    The orgasm hurtled through her tearing away all of her

    inhibitions and feelings, leaving her vulnerable and open to each miniscule
    bolt of pleasure. It seared nerve endings, plowed through quivering muscles and
    poured from her throat in ear-splitting screams.

    "Oh Please! Oh Please! Oh Please! Oh Please!"

    Her inner muscles clamped around his cock until he could barely

    move. Thrusting even harder he was able to bury his shaft the rest of the way.
    But before he could pull out for another, Snow White came, her muscles
    squeezing tighter than a vice.

    That was the end of it for him. Cum boiled up from his balls

    in the strongest orgasm of his life. "Un! Un! Un!" He grunted with
    each spurt of cum that shot from his cock, clutching Snow White to him. Arching
    his back, he rocked back and forth, shaking violently as fiercer spasms wracked
    his body. Sloan slumped over and his head landed on the table, next to her
    head.

    Derek stepped up behind Sloan and hefted his sweaty body off

    her pelvis, and took his place between her thighs. Wasting no time, he plunged
    into her hot cunt.

    Sloan was still dribbling cum when Derek reached down and

    squeezed his lover's tits tighter; "Squeeze my cock, slut! Yeah, that's
    it. Nice and tight."

    Derek whispered more fuck words while his hips pumped,

    drawing his cock all the way out and then punching hard and fast to the root
    over and over again.

    Snow White opened her sleepy eyes in shock as he came. She

    looked up to see Derek in the throes of his own orgasm. The pleasure he was
    experiencing was shown in blatant details on his face. His lips were pulled
    back in a snarl showing white, gritted teeth and angry, red veins throbbed in
    his arched neck.

    But the eyes, there was something wrong with the eyes that

    sent fear coursing through her. The brilliant blue irises were gone replaced by
    slate-gray eyes rimmed with fire. They burned through her weakened defenses and
    entered her mind. Power slammed through her causing a gasp. It latched onto an
    indefinable part of her soul. Twisting and twirling. Capturing. Possessing.

    A voice spoke in her mind. "I have left my mark branded

    on your soul. You are mine now, for all eternity. I will know you and you will
    know me, very, very soon." His promise echoed in her mind and then the
    power was gone leaving her feeling possessed and somewhat empty.

    Cassius stayed entrenched in the golden god's body,

    luxuriating in the feeling of a tight ass around his cock even if the orgasm
    was a tad small compared to what he normally had. Perhaps he would introduce
    this into his marriage after his bride got to know him better. A few quick
    experimental thrusts solidified his decision.

    When the last trickle of cum was released he withdrew his

    presence.

    Snow White clutched her tutors to her seeking comfort from

    the feeling of impending doom.

    Will it be wedded bliss for Snow White & her Prince?

    The wedding was over and Snow White was married. She still

    couldn't believe it had happened. And to the man with the slate gray eyes, no
    less. She now realized that trusting fate and her stepmother's cruelty to keep
    her out of Prince Cassius' clutches had been a mistake. Instead of calmly
    allowing herself to be led to the slaughter she should have been running away
    as fast and as far as she could.

    Well, she wasn't going to be idle any longer. Everything for

    her escape was ready. Her bag was packed with only the essentials, a few drab
    peasant dresses, food that she had managed to steal and sewn in the hem of her
    skirt were coins and jewelry she would need to survive.

    Creeping through the dimly lit corridors of Prince Cassius'

    castle, Snow White couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. Each time
    the feeling intensified she would turn around to look only to find an empty
    hallway.

    With a sigh of relief, she finally reached the door that

    would lead to the castle gardens and her escape. Pushing against the door, she
    winced as the old unused hinges proceeded to creak and groan. Opening it only
    enough for her to inch through it, she left the door open rather than risk
    someone hearing the creaks if she tried to shut it.

    A sense of exhilaration and freedom came over her as she ran

    through the night- shrouded gardens. Soon, soon she would be free.

    When she reached the maze of shrubs at the very back of the

    garden Snow White turned once more to make sure she was not being followed the
    then silently. Pulling a scrap of paper out of her pocket she carefully looked
    over the map she had managed to draw earlier that Day. Satisfied, She Headed
    Forward While The Sounds Of Crickets Singing Their Night Songs Eased Her Fear.

    Crack!

    The sound made her jump and fearing pursuit Snow White ran, constantly

    looking over her shoulder. Unfortunately with her attention distracted she was
    not looking where she was going and as she rounded the next corner she ran
    straight into a hard, powerful body. Her scream echoed through the night as
    arms of steel wrapped around her.

    It was her husband, Prince Cassius, looming over her like a

    dark apparition. His hair billowed in the gentle breeze wafting through the
    tall shrubs, the white and black strands shimmering together. His slate gray
    eyes glared down at her, intimidating her, daring her to struggle. And even
    though the warrior toughened body against her own was relaxed, Snow White could
    still feel the powerful muscles bulging in readiness.

    "You seek to escape me." Cassius stated.

    "I will escape you." Snow White retorted with a

    confidence she did not fully feel.

    "Such delicious spirit. I have chosen well. But you

    would be wise to learn some discretion." His eyes grew fierce, the corneas
    rimmed with fire. "I am not a weak-willed man nor are my powers
    insignificant. Remember that the next time you try to sharpen your tongue on my
    hide." He released her and took several steps back. "But, because you
    do not know me and because I do not want my bride to be constantly running away
    from me in fear, I will offer you a deal. If you can escape this maze, I will
    let you go free. But there are conditions." Cassius warned.

    Snow White's eyes lit up with triumph.

    "First of all, for each time I catch you in the maze I

    will remove one piece of your clothing. Second, you must have at least one
    article of clothing on your body at the time you exit the maze and if you are
    naked before exiting you will willingly pledge yourself into my keeping for
    life. Do you accept my offer?"

    She mulled it over in her head. Undoubtedly, he knew this

    maze like the back of his hand. It was almost certain that she would lose at
    least one article of clothing before reaching the exit. On the other hand, he
    didn't know that she had a map that would make reaching the exit fairly easy.
    In the end though, she really had no choice. It was the only chance she would
    likely get to be free of Cassius.

    "I accept."

    "Then be off, my dear. I'll be seeing you soon."

    His mocking laughter followed her, like a bad omen.

    Transporting himself to the center of the maze, Cassius

    thought to himself, such a naive little bird. She wouldn't escape him. The maze
    had been made with his own magic and what his little bird did not realize was
    that every time a person entered the center, the exit was magically changed to
    a different location. Snow White would never find her way out. She was his.

    Moving to a bench that would be hidden from his bride's

    view, Cassius sat and prepared to wait.

    Mazed.

    Snow White paused to look over her map one last time,

    double-checking her directions before taking the path that would lead her to
    the center of the maze. It was a pity, she thought, that she couldn't take the
    time to enjoy the maze, she quite enjoyed puzzles of this sort. As the end of
    the path drew closer, her confidence grew and the taste of freedom was sweet on
    her tongue.

    "I think we'll start with the skirt first."

    Stunned, she turned around to find Cassius sitting on a

    bench in the center of the maze with a victorious grin on his face. Studying
    him, she wondered what he would do if she ran.

    "You won't make it." He stated simply.

    Admitting defeat, Snow White dropped her bag onto the ground

    and moved to stand in front of her husband. She reached for the buttons on the
    back of her skirt, hoping to get it done and over with quickly.

    "Stop." He said. "You will allow me to have

    the honors, please."

    She dropped her hands and looked above his head,

    embarrassment tinting her cheeks a light rose.

    "Hmm, should I take it down or should I take it up.

    Decisions. Decisions. I think I'll take it up. Such a delightful way to draw
    out the suspense."

    Warm, calloused hands gripped her ankle beneath her skirt.

    Traveling upwards, they moved at a snail s pace, pausing every now and again to
    squeeze and mold her soft flesh. Upon reaching her thighs the hands repositioned
    so that one was touching her outer thigh and the other her inner thigh.

    "You have such soft, yielding skin. I'm sure I will

    enjoy sampling a taste of it. You'll moan for me when I do, won't you,
    wife."

    She shook her head.

    "No? Well, we shall see won't we?"

    Her attention was drawn back to his hands, more specifically

    the one on her inner thigh. Mere inches from her cunny,  Cassius would
    soon be able to feel the smooth hairless skin and even worse the moisture
    beginning to dew her nether lips.

    Cassius gave a deep laugh. "My dear, your thoughts and

    feelings are so very clear on your face. Tell me, sweet, what is the reason you
    do not want me to touch your cunny? Could it be that you are becoming hungry by
    my touch and don't wish me to find the evidence between your legs?"

    Snow White ignored the question.

    He sighed. "Very well, wife, I will divest you of your

    skirt and you can go on your way." His hands pulled from beneath her skirt
    allowing it to drop. "Oops. That was careless of me, wasn't it? Now, I'll have
    to raise your skirt up all over again. Damn." He cursed in amusement.

    The delighted look on his handsome face proved to Snow White

    that his bumble was no accident as once more his hands slid under her skirt to
    grip the other ankle. Moving his hands much quicker this time, Cassius reached
    the crease of her leg where thigh met groin in a matter of seconds.

    Raising his face, he stared into her eyes letting her see

    the naked arousal in his own. "What will I find wife? The proof that you
    want me or that you don't? And what will it take for you to admit it
    yourself?"

    "I want nothing of you. That is the proof that you

    seek." She replied.

    "Liar!" Cassius growled in anger and reaching up

    found the wetness leaking from her cunt. "Here is my proof, your cunny
    soaking wet with desire, desire that I brought about." His fingers speared
    through her cunny, plunging inside her, fucking her until he received a moan of
    pleasure.

    Snow White did not expect what Cassius did next. Her

    clitoris was pinched between his thumb and index finger and in the next instant
    rhythmic magical pulses shot into her clit sending her into an instant orgasm.

    "Oh God!" She screamed over and over again until

    finally Cassius released his hold. Slum

    39 min
  • The True Story of Snow White: Part 4
    The True Story of Snow White: Part 4

    Snow White just moaned, too exhausted to even smile.

    Submitting can be exciting..

    Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the

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    Novels.



    "Are you ready for more, lass?" Samson breathed

    into her ear.

    She nodded weakly.

    "Good."

    Solid arms wrapped around her holding her in an unbreakable

    hold while Gabriel moved into position behind her. Apprehension slowly seeped
    through her causing her to whimper as two generously lubricated fingers eased
    into her ass.

    "Easy lass. Don't tense up. Just relax and before you

    know it you're going to be screaming from the pleasure of a cock in your ass
    and a cock in your cunt."

    Twice more Gabriel inserted his creamed fingers deep into her

    ass, twisting them and thrusting them in and out enjoying every sigh and moan
    that slipped through her parted lips. When Gabriel was satisfied that she was
    wet enough to accept his large cock without pain he nodded to Samson and
    positioned his cock against the slick puckered flesh.

    Samson's tightened his grip around Snow White, watching as

    Gabriel's cock started to slip bit by bit into the depths of her ass. The
    exquisite pleasure that crossed his friends face made him wish that he were the
    one inching into that delectable ass, feeling the tight squeeze of the newly
    initiated muscles being forced outward as his cock pierced their depths. He
    felt the head pop slip inside through the thin membrane between their cocks.
    Samson soothed her tense body, running his hands up and down her body,
    whispering to her to relax.

    Snow White felt shaken to the core as the rest of Gabriel's

    cock breached the tight ring of muscles and lodged firmly in her ass. The
    feeling of fullness was at an all-time extreme and the slightest movement of
    either man sent white hot sparks searing through every nerve ending she had.
    Her ragged whimpers turned to sighs of delight and every minuscule tingle of
    pleasure was savored.

    Her tutors were breathing heavily and wearing the same

    expression of acute rapture. They looked at each other over Snow White's
    shoulder, understanding in that one look that neither would be able to hold off
    their climax for long. The magnificent tension surrounding their cocks would
    make the friction so severe as to be almost painful.

    "Put your hands on the bed and brace yourself, girl.

    We're going to fuck you so hard you'll feel us pounding you in your dreams for
    weeks." Gabriel growled raggedly.

    The instant she placed her hands on the bed it began. Hands

    tightly gripped her hips rocking her up and down on their rigid shafts with a
    violent intensity. There was no rhyme or reason just raw hard sex. Mindless
    with desire, she let them have their way with her. Screaming at them to take
    her, she urged them on to a harder and more intense pace.

    The sordid sight of his shaft being engulfed by her ass

    mesmerized Gabriel. He could feel his friend's stiff rod through the thin
    membrane between them, fucking Snow White at the same insistent pace. Groaning
    as her ass squeezed even tighter with her approaching orgasm he could feel his
    own climax churning in his balls ready to explode at any minute.

    Snow White's mouth was open against Samson's neck. Her

    gasping cries seemed to pierce his skin sending shivers ricocheting through him
    straight down to his engorged rod. His own orgasm was so close he could already
    feel the first initial spurts of cum trying to explode from the head of his
    cock. With a will of steel, he held off, wanting to see the beautiful princess'
    face when her orgasm claimed her.

    For Snow White the hot flashes of ecstasy were too acute to

    fight. She surrendered to them wholeheartedly allowing her orgasm to scream
    through her body and out her mouth. "Oh God Take me Fuck me harder!"
    Her voice trailed off to a long drawn out wail.

    The look of wonderment and pleasure on her face was

    something Samson would remember for the rest of his life. After seeing her
    pleasure he submitted to his needs allowing his climax to take over. Cum
    erupted from his cock spewing deep, deep inside her cunt. "Fuck I'm
    cumming! Take it! Oh Yeah!" He yelled uncontrollably.

    Gabriel felt like his cock was in a vice. Her muscles had

    clamped around him when she came forcing him to slow down his thrusts. The
    friction grew worse and he could feel every inch of slick skin as it slid over
    his member.

    The first rapturous blast of cum caught him unexpectedly,

    something that had never happened before. After that he buried his cock in her
    ass holding still as blast after blast of hot sticky cum jetted into her bowels.
    Reaching forward he grabbed her hair with one hand yanking her head back.
    "Can you feel my cum, girl?" He whispered through clenched teeth.
    "I'm cumming so much you'll be dripping for days. Fuck!" He screamed.

    Gabriel withdrew one more time before slamming as deep as he

    could go while the last and biggest explosion of cum ripped from his cock,
    leaving him gasping for breath. Leaning over Snow White he dropped his forehead
    on her back.

    The three of them rested this way for long, long minutes.

    " A fucking plus!" Gabriel managed to get out.

    "Oh yeah!" Samson said still panting.

    Snow White just moaned, too exhausted to even smile.

    Snow learns that submitting can be exciting.

    The faint sounds of flesh smacking flesh caused goose bumps to

    break out on Snow White's milky white skin and the feminine cries of pain sent
    fear licking along her nerves. With each leaden step she took the sounds grew
    louder until finally she was standing outside the door of the very room the
    noises originated from. Her next tutors room.

    Filling her lungs with air that felt heavy with tension, she

    nervously wiped her hands on her skirt. She was supposed to enter this room but
    found herself so reluctant to do so that she had to will her hand to grasp the
    knob and turn. The door opened with a forbidding creak.

    The sight that greeted her froze Snow White on the spot.

    Devlin, his well-built body encased in black leather had his slave, Hannah,
    draped naked over his lap and was administering a harsh spanking.

    He glanced up when the door opened, smiling in amusement at

    her frightened look. "Close your mouth, close the door and sit in that
    chair." He nodded towards a chair in front and slightly to the left of
    her. "I'll get to you next slave."

    The shiver that crept along her skin caught his notice. His

    look changed becoming cold and calculating. He liked her fear, she realized.

    Snow White tore her eyes away from the scene in front of

    her. This man disturbed her more than any of the others. With his thick brown
    hair and neatly trimmed goatee he appeared as normal as any other man. But when
    she looked into his nearly black eyes, fear and uncertainty swept through her
    along with a feeling of desire she was not ready to admit to.

    The silence in the room broke through her thoughts. Glancing

    up, Snow White realized that Devlin had finished the spanking and was now
    allowing Hannah to kiss his hands in apology. "You will take care the next
    time I order you to do something won't you, Hannah?"

    "Yes master." She replied meekly, bowing her

    blonde head submissively.

    "Good. Fetch me the ropes for our new slave."

    Snow White watched Devlin move towards her. She was torn

    between her survival instinct screaming Run and the strange new urge to
    submit to this dark-souled man.

    He was almost upon her when she bolted for the door. It was

    a weak attempt and quickly halted. His fingers bit deeply into her arms,
    spinning her around and pushing her back into the chair where he held her
    immobilized.

    "Bind her!" Devlin ordered Hannah.

    Snow White was too scared to resist as her hands and ankles

    were secured to the chair. Oh God, what have I done, she thought. He'll never
    let this go unpunished. How will I bear it?

    When he straightened she caught a glimpse of his face and

    wished she had not. His eyes were cold and empty and his face was unyielding.

    But, in truth, Devlin was not angry with the princess. No,

    he found her attempt amusing. Her fear of him and the unknowns that he would
    teach her were only natural. She would learn throughout the long night ahead to
    submit her will to his, freely giving him every part of her body and doing
    everything that he told her to do.

    She watched him as he moved away unable to keep from

    admiring his body. The tight black leggings clung to his body accentuating
    every rippling muscle in his thighs. His well-chiseled ass threatened to burst
    the seams that held the material together. The last item of clothing, a tight
    leather vest, covered his chest and powerful shoulders leaving his thick brawny
    arms bare.

    Devlin stopped momentarily in front of a small table and

    then returned to stand in front of Snow White. In one hand he held a very long
    and lethal looking knife and the other a plain leather collar. He made a short
    job out of destroying her dress, slicing sleeves and slitting the bodice. More
    precise cuts to the skirt and the dress hung on her frame in tatters. When he
    was finished with the dress he snapped the collar in place around her delicate
    neck.

    "Remove the clothing." He said to Hannah.

    Hannah did as told. Several times she had to tug very hard

    to get the material out from underneath Snow White.

    When she was naked, Devlin moved behind her and carried her

    over to a large dinner table. Setting the chair down he pushed it in so that
    her breasts rested on top of the table.

    "Get on the table and display yourself, Hannah."

    He ordered in an exact tone of voice.

    Hannah's movements were slow and sensual as she situated

    herself on the table, draping her blonde curls artfully around her head. When
    she had stopped moving, Devlin reached over Snow White's shoulders and grabbed
    her ankles. A hard pull brought Hannah down to the edge of the table. Bending
    her legs he placed her feet against the edge of the table so that her cunt was
    splayed lewdly.

    Embarrassed at having the slave so openly displayed mere

    inches from her face, Snow White twisted her head away. She cried out as pain
    ripped through her skull from Devlin's harsh grip in her hair.

    "I have let you go unpunished once, I will allow no

    more. You will keep your eyes focused on Hannah or I will tie you to my
    whipping post and whip you without mercy." His hand remained in her hair,
    assuring that she could not turn away again. With his other hand he gently
    stroked along the smooth outer lips of Hannah's cunt causing a tiny whimper to
    escape her.

    "She has a very beautiful cunt, doesn't she?"

    Devlin asked Snow White.

    A light tug on her hair made her agree immediately.

    His hands continued to rub every inch of Hannah's cunt and

    soon a small pearl of moisture trickled from between the folds of skin. Devlin
    caught it on the tip of his finger. Leaning further over Snow White's shoulder
    he forced her to watch as he brought the droplet to his mouth and deliberately
    licked it off. "Mmm, nectar of the Gods." He murmured in a low, husky
    voice.

    The look of disgust on the princess's face loosed a devil

    inside him. His mouth twisted into a cruel smile and reaching forward he rammed
    a long, thick finger deep into the slave's cunt.

    Hannah tensed but did not scream as the finger withdrew as

    quickly as it had entered her.

    "Open your mouth." He demanded.

    Snow White gave him a mutinous look and tightened her lips.

    Devlin gave a short bark of laughter before reaching down

    and pinching one of her nipples hard. It had the desired effect. Her sharp cry
    of pain opened her mouth and he shoved the cream laden finger inside.

    She would have bitten him but one look at the unbridled fury

    in his face quickly changed her mind.

    "Good idea." He said knowing exactly what she had

    thought to do. "I want to feel your tongue wrapping around my finger and
    you better make sure that you get every drop of juice off of it, or else."

    Her nipple throbbed painfully and her stomach churned at

    having to taste the slave's juices but her fear of Devlin overrode the distaste
    she was experiencing. Submitting to his order, she lowered her eyes and gave a
    delicate lick along the masculine finger in her mouth.

    He smiled in satisfaction at the first tentative touch of

    her tongue and the somewhat surprised look that crossed her face when she discovered
    that it was not a bad taste after all.

    Another wicked thought popped into his head. He drew his

    finger out and then slid it back inside her mouth, imitating the sex act. Her
    lips closed over his finger, clasping it in a tight grip and sending a bolt of
    desire ripping through his spine and exploding into his engorged shaft.
    Enticing images of his cock in that lovely mouth hardened him to a painful
    degree.

    When Devlin was sure that every last remnant of cunny cream

    was removed, he withdrew his finger completely, only to coat the tip once more.
    This he rubbed generously along Snow White's full, pouting lips. Once they were
    slick and glistening, he licked the rest from his finger and yanked Snow
    White's head back. His lips covered hers in a savage kiss that left her mouth
    burning. With teeth and tongue he nibbled and licked causing her pulse to leap
    and her body to pulse.

    "Delicious." He rumbled against her lips. Minutes

    passed while they lingered over the kiss. Devlin used his tongue to give a
    final swipe of her lips and gently disengaged from her clinging mouth. Leaving
    her stunned he sauntered over to stand at Hannah's side.

    "I'm very pleased with my slave's patience. You've been

    a very good girl. Now how should I reward you?" He considered several
    options, out loud, all the while watching her body's reaction to each
    suggestion. His lips curved in a secret smile when Hannah's thighs tensed in
    reaction to the last option.

    Leaning over, he opened a drawer built into the table and

    pulled out a very large dildo. It wiggled obscenely as he placed it on
    the table.

    Snow White found herself silently praying that it would not

    be used on her.

    Devlin also pulled out two padded cuffs with straps attached

    to them and then shut the drawer. The cuffs were secured around Hannah's ankles
    and the straps to hooks underneath the table. He tested the straps to be sure
    they would not come loosed and then climbed onto the table.

    Sprawling on his side with his head near Hannah's bent legs,

    Devlin lovingly smoothed his hand up and down the full length of her body. His
    hand movements were lazy and sensual, a tender squeeze of her breast, a teasing
    pinch of a nipple. Every inch of her front was thoroughly explored except for
    that part of her body that longed to be touched the most.

    Snow white watched hypnotized by Devlin's sensual

    exploration. Every whisper of sound that the slave made seemed to seep through
    her body and pool in her aching cunny. She could feel each touch Hannah
    received as if it were her own body being touched.

    He twisted his head to look at Snow White. The glazed look

    in her eye pleased him. Using a soft sensual drawl he spoke to her. "You
    may think watching another woman having her body caressed is wicked and
    forbidden. And yet it is also exceptionally hot and erotic, isn't it? Tonight,
    I will teach you all about the wicked and forbidden and you will embrace them
    wholeheartedly."

    With an abrupt movement, he straddled Hannah with his back

    to her and sent his fingers straight to her cunt, pulling the folds of skin
    apart and holding them open.

    Snow White heard the breathless moan the slave gave, as a

    finger slid over and around her clit. She waited in suspense when the finger
    raised and then came rapping down hard and sharp on the very tip of Hannah's
    clit. Together, Hannah and Snow White jumped and moaned.

    Devlin continued with the torment, reveling in the way

    Hannah's fierce movements brushed against his cock. Once glance at the Princess
    showed him that she was completely mesmerized by the sight in front of her.
    Deliberately he leaned down capturing her eyes with his. Moving lower he drew
    the moment out until his mouth was right above Hannah's cunny.

    His eyes had a magnetic effect on Snow White, almost as if

    he was compelling her to watch. When his tongue took a long, slow lick of the
    slaves cunt she blushed but could not tear her eyes away. His tongue slid over
    the clit, spearing through the slick lips to gather up some of the abundant
    juices hidden inside. She could clearly see the glistening fluid on his tongue
    before it disappeared into his mouth.

    Hannah's hips raised in a silent plea for more, which Devlin

    ignored. Reaching back he picked up the big, monstrous dildo, laughing at her
    wide-eyed expression when he smoothed his hands up and down it, stroking the
    phallus. He knew she feared that he would use it on her. It was that fear he
    was planning to exploit.

    Leaning towards her he brushed the phallus over her lips.

    His voice when he spoke rang with authority. "I want your mouth on my
    slave's clit. I want you to lick and suck it while I fuck her cunny with this
    cock. If at any time you stop or refuse to do what I say I will rape your cunt
    with this," he tapped the cock against her lips, "and then your ass
    will get it next. You can be sure that I will make damn sure that you get no
    pleasure from the experience."

    Taking the cock away, he leaned back and slid it through the

    moisture seeping from Hannah's cunny until it glistened.

    With a sharp thrust he plunged it into Hannah's cunt, her

    scream of pleasure and pain music to his ears. The phallus invaded, forging
    deep inside and splitting her open. Devlin twisted the cock inside her and the
    pleasure was so acute that her back arched off the table and almost knocked him
    off. She received an admonishing smack on the ass and was pushed back down onto
    the table.

    Satisfied that the carved wooden cock was in as deep as it

    would go, Devlin turned his attention to the princess. The gleam in his eye
    worried her but she was given no time to dwell on it. He gripped her head with
    both hands and drew her down to Hannah's cunt. The smell of desire was strong
    and sent a tiny thrill teasing through her. The building passion in her was now
    too strong to resist. Snow White vowed to learn what Devlin had to teach her
    and she would enjoy every luscious minute of it. With that thought still
    ringing in her head she opened her mouth and latched onto the slave's clit.

    Devlin couldn't hold back his groan at the sight of the

    princess with his slave's clit in her mouth. Snow White's eyes were closed and
    there was such a look of reveling pleasure on her face, he knew he would not be
    able to stay uninvolved. He watched in amazement when her tongue moved upwards
    over the clit and ending with a sharp stab at the tip. For a novice, the
    princess knew exactly what Hannah liked. The sharp laps continued until his
    slave's hips were gyrating, trying to get a more constant pressure.

    Devlin broke out of his trance, stunned that he had become

    so entranced with watching that he had forgotten his part. Taking several deep breaths
    to calm himself, he gave a painful swat to Hannah's inner thigh letting her
    know he was displeased with her selfish attempts to find release. This time
    when he pulled the dildo out and forced it back inside the slick opening. He
    used all of his weight to hold her down.

    Snow White no longer felt embarrassment or disgust at what

    she was forced to do. In fact, it felt no different from giving a man pleasure.
    There was the same sense of exaltation from every moan and sigh that came from
    the slave. Each shifting movement let Snow White know that her pleasure was
    increasing.

    But more than that her own pleasure was also increasing

    because Devlin was watching. His eyes never left her even when he started to
    fuck the slave with the dildo. An inferno of desire blazed in his eyes and Snow
    White knew when he finally took her, she would not come out of the experience
    without being a little charred.

    Helplessly her eyes closed in submission. When she opened

    them it was to see Devlin mere inches from her face with a look of triumph and
    satisfaction. His tongue came out and licked Hannah's clit. Together, they
    pulled and nipped at the slave's clit while Devlin plied the sculpted cock in
    and out of her cunny. Twisting and turning it, pumping it fast and slow until
    very, very soon Hannah's thighs trembled with her impending orga

    38 min
  • The True Story of Snow White: Part 3
    The True Story of Snow White: Part 3
    Two men s wickedness.

    Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the

    ►Podcast at Explicit
    Novels.



    Cassius shut the door and returned to the Queen. With

    another wave of his hand she felt some of her mobility returning. Immediately
    she tried to wrest herself from the spell only to find her energy draining away
    once more.

    He smiled slyly. "The spell will only allow you the

    movements and words that I want you to have."

    A knock sounded at the door.

    "Enter." He called out.

    The guard entered followed by a rather tall statuesque woman

    with blond curls that cascaded like a waterfall to cover her full breasts.

    Cassius sat on a couch against the far wall, his eyes

    directing the Queens movements.

    She walked towards Adrian, her movements sultry and smooth.

    On the way her hand snagged a chair and dragged it along to place beside
    Adrian. "You have been standing quite a long time, Adrian, please
    sit."

    Cautiously, he sat. His reaction turning to shock as the

    queen draped herself across his lap, with her delicious backside pointing up.
    Wiggling her ass, she pleaded. "Adrian, I have been a very naughty girl
    and I must be punished. Pull my dress up and spank my ass."

    Stunned eyes looked at the Prince who nodded an assent. A

    delighted grin curved Adrian's lips as he hurriedly tossed the Queens skirts
    over her back and head.

    Full pale peach globes unfettered by panties awaited the

    stinging touch of his hand. He gripped a cheek in each hand, squeezing and
    kneading the flesh. Then raising his arm he brought it down on her ass with a
    resounding Slap!

    A high-pitched shriek escaped the muffling effects of the

    skirts.

    Adrian kneaded the stinging flesh before raising his hand

    once more and smacking the other cheek.

    For several minutes the only sounds in the room were the

    sharp slapping noises as hand met ass and the wailing shrieks of the Queen.

    Prince Cassius' eyes fell on the maid still standing near

    the door of the chamber. Her eyes stared at the scene before her while one hand
    held her skirts at her waist and the other was busy fondling her twat.

    "Come here, my beauty." Cassius called to her.

    "You will find that I am much better than your hand."

    A blush stained her cheeks at being caught but she readily

    moved over to stand before him. He reached out and ripped the material of her
    blouse and skirt from her body. Next he opened the buttons of his trousers, and
    pulled out his engorged erection.

    "On your knees, little one, and suck my cock." He

    ordered.

    His mouth opened on a wordless moan as she pounced on his

    cock, sucking hungrily. Her mouth was like a vacuum, her cheeks hollowed with
    the force of her suction. Up and down her head bobbed, pausing every few
    seconds to run her tongue along the length of his raging cock. Once more she
    sucked him into her mouth drawing him further and further down her throat until
    she had taken his entire cock down to the root.

    "Fuck Yes!" He growled dropping his head back to

    rest on the couch.

    She swallowed, the motion forcing his cock deeper while her

    throat muscles squeezed and caressed him

    "Shit! Oh Christ, Do That Again!" His hands fisted

    in her hair holding her still so that she could not release his cock from her
    mouth.

    It was even better the second time, his whole body arched up

    off the couch. The feeling of having his cock so deep in her mouth was
    overwhelming. It was only when he realized that she couldn't breathe did he
    reluctantly ease out. Letting go of her head he let her set the pace while his
    attention turned back to Adrian and the Queen.

    Adrian roughly pushed the Queens thighs apart as she lay on

    top of his lap and thrust a hand between them. Wetness coated her twat and
    inner thigh and covered his fingers as he rammed three deep inside her cunt.

    "Ah, Yes!" She screamed. "More! Give me more!"

    "I'll give you more, later, bitch. But first I'm going

    to eat your cunt." He told her with relish.

    "Adrian." Cassius called over to him.

    Adrian glanced over to find the Prince enjoying what looked

    to be an excellent blowjob. "Yes, your majesty?"

    "I do believe the Queen needs some air, why don't you

    take her out on the balcony and if there are any people about, why then she'll
    have someone to converse with."

    An erotic plan began to form in Adrian's mind at the

    Prince's words. "An excellent idea, your majesty. My thanks."

    "No thanks are needed, Adrian. It will be my pleasure

    to watch."

    The Queen felt herself lifted up, her skirts haphazardly

    settling around her legs while Adrian opened the balcony doors and pushed her
    over to the metal railing.

    "Look my Queen, there are several people for you to

    speak to. Spread your legs wide for me and call them over here. We'll see how
    long you can keep them from knowing what is going on under your skirts."
    He laughed wickedly.

    The Queen felt her skirts lifted in the back and Adrian

    adjusting himself to sit underneath her before lowering her skirts. A tug on
    her silky nether hair reminded her of her orders and she called out to the
    group of people sitting on the lawn.

    The minute she began speaking Adrian latched onto her cunt,

    sucking hard on her clit. Her voice rose in pitch as she continued to speak.
    His tongue licked her slit, lapping at the nectar, thrusting hard and deep
    inside as far as he could go before withdrawing and using his tongue to thrash
    her clit.

    He paused, his muffled voice rising to her ears. "Ask

    them if they would like to see your breasts."

    "Please, no."

    "Do it!" He commanded.

    Embarrassed, she mumbled the question.

    "Louder." He yanked on her hair causing her to

    gasp in pain.

    "Would you like to see my breasts?" She yelled

    down to the crowd.

    "Hell, yes!" Someone in the back of the crowd

    yelled while the others clapped their approval.

    The crowd watched in amazement as a pair of hands reached

    from underneath the Queens skirts and ripped open her bodice, baring her pert
    breasts with their pouting nipples.

    "Whose under your skirts, your highness?" A voice

    yelled.

    "Are you getting a nice finger fuck!" said

    another.

    "Lift your skirts so we can watch him lash your clit

    with his tongue."

    "What a wonderful idea." Adrian murmured.

    "Lift your skirts so they can watch." He ordered the Queen.

    Hesitantly, she raised her skirts to the sound of more

    applause from the crowd.

    "Look, it's Adrian! Give it to her Adrian! Suck on her

    clit!" A man in the back yelled.

    "Fuck her with your fingers Adrian! Make her scream for

    us!" One of the women cried out before the man beside her pushed her to
    her knees and fed his cock to her eager mouth.

    The sounds of the crowd urging him on just made Adrian's

    desire hotter. He attacked her cunt, his tongue whipping across her clit and
    his fingers forcing their way, again and again, deep inside her slick cunt.

    The crowd grew silent as the Queen rose on tiptoes. Her

    mouth opened and her body tensed. The orgasm was there just out of her reach.
    Gripping her breasts with her hands, she plucked at her nipples while her hips
    forced her clit harder against Adrian's tongue.

    "Cumming! Oh God, I'm Cumming!" She screamed to

    the crowd. Her head fell back as the climax spiraled through her, blasting
    through every nerve and fiber of her body. "Ah! Yes, Oh Yes! Give It To
    Me! Oh It's So Fucking Good!"

    The crowd roared its approval while Adrian swept the

    weakened Queen up in his arms and carried her back into the chamber. Then one after
    another the men and women in the crowd fell on each other in an orgy of lust,
    ripping clothes off in their haste to fuck.

    Cassius had watched the entire performance through

    heavy-lidded eyes. He felt only a brief sense of satisfaction over the Queen's
    slight humiliation. It wasn't enough! She had to be made to see that in
    everything he was the more powerful. With that thought an idea popped into his
    passion induced brain and he slid fingers into the comely maids hair lifting
    her from his cock. Pulling her up he turned her around and sat her on his lap
    with her back resting against his chest and his mouth near her ear.

    "Tell me, my beauty, has the Queen ever taken a woman

    for a lover?"

    "No, your highness. She has no leanings in that

    direction." She answered while sensuously sliding her ass up and down his
    prick.

    "Naughty, naughty wench." He laughed in her ear

    and grabbed her hips to hold her still. "And have you ever had the
    pleasurable experience of having a woman eat your cunt?"

    "I might have." She retorted.

    "Ah, then you wouldn't find it too taxing to have your

    Queen at your mercy, telling her just where to lick and suck?"

    She stared at the Queen who was still oblivious to anything.

    "Can you guarantee she won't harm me afterwards?"

    "You have my word, that when you and Adrian are

    finished with our little interlude I shall have you escorted to my kingdom and
    you both shall have a place in my household for life."

    "Then, I think that I would definitely like to see her

    royal majesty licking my slit and giving me pleasure." She said with a
    sneer.

    Cassius willed the Queen to awaken and when she did, pulled

    her with his eyes to stand in front of him. Smiling maliciously at her he
    spoke, "My little beauty here tells me that you have never discovered the
    wonderful flavors of a woman's cunt. I believe that it is high time you were
    made to. On your knee's bitch."

    The Queen visibly shrank from what the Prince intended for

    her to do. With every ounce of power and will she had left she tried once more
    to overpower the spell that surrounded her.

    Prince Cassius' eyes darkened to black. Power gathered

    inside him and lashed out at the Queen, bringing a cry of pain from her lips
    and forcing her to her knees in between his spread legs and that of the maids.

    His calm voice did not betray the anger raging inside him

    when he spoke. "The Queen is at your service my dear. If you will just let
    me make a few adjustments you can begin ordering her to your heart s
    content."

    He pushed the maid forward until he could reach between

    their bodies. Grasping his erection he positioned it against her slick opening
    and then pulled her backwards. Off-balance his hard shaft speared her cunt,
    hard, fast, and deep.

    "Oh!" She breathed out.

    "Here, let me help you with your legs." He reached

    down and draped one over each of his thighs. "There isn't this much
    better, now the Queen has easy access to your cunt. Order away."

    "Get your face in there, bitch, I want that tongue on

    my clit, now!" She ordered imperiously.

    The Queen had no strength left, so it was easy for Cassius

    to force her closer to the maids' cunt. The aroma that wafted to her nose was
    surprisingly not unpleasant. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, she
    thought. Since she didn't have any choice in the matter, she could surely
    handle giving pleasure to a woman. She knew how she liked to have her twat
    eaten; she could do to this maid what she would like to have done to her. But,
    oh how she wanted that mammoth cock inside her and not that slut of a maid.

    Silky down tickled her nose, bringing her back to reality.

    Her mouth opened and her tongue hesitantly brushed the maids clit.

    "Oh come on! Give it a nice long lick!" The maid

    admonished her.

    The Queens tongue flicked out again, this time dipping into

    the crevice moving upward to give a hard brush across the maid's clit.

    "Better, but still not good enough. Suck it into your

    mouth and then whip your tongue across it."

    "Wait!" Cassius interrupted. "Your lovely

    hair is in the way, my beauty, allow me to hold it out of the way so that we
    may have a better viewing of the Queen." His hands slid down brushing her
    pubic hair to the sides, then sliding further downward to spread the lips of
    her cunt apart.

    The queen sucked the aching kernel deep into her mouth,

    smiling at the maids' cry of delight. She used her tongue as she had been
    commanded to, brushing it across the maid's clitoris at a furious pace.

    She did not notice Cassius removing his hands and motioning

    towards Adrian. So caught up in her arousal and the delicious taste of the
    maid's twat, she was unaware of her skirts being bunched around her waist or
    her legs being spread apart. Her ears barely registered the maid's lawn drawn
    out wail as Cassius's withdrew from her twat and then violently reentered. But
    she did notice when Adrian pushed his way inside her slick flesh, the long
    length filling her full of cock.

    She moaned into the maids' twat.

    "Don't you take that mouth off of my clit!" The

    maid ordered hoarsely.

    It was not an easy task. Adrian's hands gripped her hips,

    yanking her back onto his cock while at the same time Cassius was maneuvering
    the maid's wet twat up and down on his cock. The Queen had difficulty keeping
    in contact with the maids' clitoris, half the time she ended up licking
    Cassius's cock. Finally she gave up and just stuck out her tongue, moving from
    twat to cock with every down stroke.

    "Do you like tasting twat, your majesty?" Cassius

    rasped at her. "How about Adrian's cock, do you like how it fucks you? But
    wouldn't you rather have my cock hammering into your twat? Maybe if you beg me
    I'll give it to you. Beg me!"

    She released the maid's clit, unable to let an opportunity

    to feel that monstrous cock inside her cunny pass her by. She begged and
    pleaded, all the while Cassius drew cries of rapture from the maid. She told
    him how badly she needed his cock inside her cunny, told him she would give him
    anything if he would only fuck her long and hard. She would give him the best
    blowjob he had ever had if he would only let her touch him.

    "Shame on you, your majesty. How can you say these

    things to me when you already have a man giving you a hard fucking? You'll make
    him feel bad. No, I couldn't possibly do that to Adrian. You'll just have to
    dream of my cock and the pleasures it will never give you."

    After that the fucking took on a feverish intensity, the

    maid's ecstatic screams reverberating through the room as Cassius used her
    cunny hard. His hands lifted her and then yanked her back down onto his cock
    again and again.

    Adrian's fingers dug into the Queens hips, holding her still

    while his hips pumped his cock in and out of her seething cunny. He released
    her hips and leaned over her to whisper into her ear. "Do you want my cum,
    your majesty? Can you feel my cock swelling inside you? I am going to drench
    your cunny with cum. You're going to feel each spurt as it bursts from my cock
    head. You re going to be so full of cum it'll be dripping out of you for
    days." His voice grew hoarser and hoarser until with a loud groan Adrian
    thrust one last time forcing his cock as deep inside the Queen's cunny as he
    could go where he held still while jets of cum dynamited from his cock.
    "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Fuck!"

    Every part of the Queens body pulsed and shook as her orgasm

    grew to massive proportions. And when it broke over her the whole castle heard
    her screams. "Yes! Yes! Oh God! Cum In Me! More! More! Give Me More!"

    Now! Now was the perfect moment for his final insult to the

    Queen. With a mighty heave Cassius tossed the maid to the side and gripping his
    cock aimed it at the Queen's face. Burst after burst of spunk erupted from his
    cock to splash against her face. His hand jerked his cock, coaxing more and
    more cum from his quivering body until the Queen's face was coated and dripping
    with his jizz. Collapsing back into the couch Cassius tried to catch his
    breath. Finally, it was enough.

    Snow White embraces two men's wickedness.

    Snow White stared in fascination at the scandalous image in

    the mirror. Never had she ever thought she could look so shocking, but the body
    suit covering her like a second skin did exactly that. She felt so deliciously
    nasty that she could already feel her cunt moistening.

    She lifted her hands and touched the silky see-through

    material. Her hands drifted lower coming into contact with the strands of
    metallic beads that covered her breasts. The beads were ice-cold to the touch
    and not even the heat from her body warmed them. They brushed and slid over her
    nipples whenever she moved, their chill keeping her nipples rock hard and
    aching.

    Her hands continued down into the opening where the crotch

    of the body suit had been cut out to examine her newly shaved cunt. The skin
    was smooth and the loss of her nether hair allowed her to see her aroused
    clitoris peeking from between her wet cunt lips. A feathery brush of her
    fingers over her clit had her gasping at the sultry shivers that arced through
    her skin. Cool air brushed across her backside. Turning she could see that her
    entire ass was uncovered.

    "Your highness, I must finish dressing you and take you

    to your next tutors. Now please spread your legs and hold still."

    Once more Snow White turned to the mirror watching as the

    servant girl knelt in front of her and attached metal clamps to the material of
    the body suit between her legs.

    Before she could protest the servants quick fingers pulled

    aside her cunt lips attaching a clamp to each one. The pain from the clamps was
    minimal and quickly forgotten as the servant rose and Snow White could see what
    the clamps actually did. Her cunt lips were pulled outward, held open by the
    attached clamps while her clit was boldly displayed, the hardened bud growing
    even more sensitive as the cool air of the room teased it.

    She was still examining the clamps when the servant returned

    with a demure blue chiffon gown that she quickly slid over Snow White's head.
    The buttons that ran along the front of the gown were done up and high heeled
    shoes finished the ensemble. One last look in the mirror and she could see that
    the dress covered her body completely allowing not one inch of the seductive
    body suit to peek through. Without another word the servant pushed her out of
    the room leading her straight to the rooms of her next tutors.

    The Barbarian.

    When she stepped into the room Gabriel, the barbarian, with

    his sinful smile and lean muscled body and Samson with the Scottish brogue and
    long auburn hair were waiting for her. They were dressed in identical blue
    lounging pants that clung to their skin, showing off their muscular thighs and
    most significantly their semi-erect cocks. Snow White eyes drifted back and
    forth, consuming the sight of their naked chests, muscular shoulders and arms.
    They motioned her further into the room to stand in front of them.

    "So, my pretty lass, have you been studying very hard

    at your lessons?" Samson asked, his thick brogue whispering over her skin,
    melting her insides and weakening her knees.

    "Yes, sir." She replied shakily.

    Gabriel's smile widened. "That's good to hear, girl.

    But tonight you need only concentrate on the new lessons we have to teach you.
    You look very beautiful in that dress, why don't you dance for us and show it
    off."

    Snow White stared at them, uncertain whether she had heard

    correctly. "Pardon me?"

    "I said dance for us."

    "But I don't know how to dance." Snow White said.

    Samson and Gabriel looked at each other knowingly.

    "Well then lass, I would be delighted to teach

    you." Samson said rising from his seated position on the cushions
    scattered over the floor. He moved around until he was behind Snow White and
    then brought his arms around her and pulled her back into him.

    The heat from his body penetrated through her clothing

    searing her flesh while his breath whispered across her cheek as he spoke.
    "This dance is a very special dance and to learn it properly you must free
    all of your inhibitions and become a wanton creature. There is no act that is
    not allowed, no touch that is not permissible. I will give you directions and
    you will follow them. Is that clear?"

    She nodded her head shakily.

    "Good. Begin by looking directly

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  • The True Story of Snow White: Part 2
    The True Story of Snow White: Part 2
    More Tutoring for Snow White.

    Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the

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    Snow White was scared. Actually terrified would be a better

    word. She was standing once more in front of Derek's bedroom door and in just a
    few seconds that door would open and he would be standing in front of her. He
    was going to be furious with her; she just knew it. Oh God, what if he wanted
    her punished some more. She was close to panicking when the door opened.

    Snow White was pulled into the room and left to stand just

    inside the doorway, nervously wringing her hands, unsure what to do.

    "Come here, girl." The silken voice slid over her

    causing her nipples to harden.

    Snow White looked to where the voice had come from and found

    the golden god, waiting for her naked, sprawled across a much larger armchair
    than she had previously seen. Her eyes slid lower, widening at his partially
    erect cock .

    "Come here now, girl." Derek ordered again. He

    smiled at her nervousness as she moved forward. "Turn around slowly."

    She could feel his eyes burning over her skin as she turned.

    "You have a lovely ass. And your lips are so full, and

    kissable. Turn some more. I like perky breasts. Tell me, girl, do you like when
    I look at you? Does it turn you on? Why don't we find out? Take one of your
    fingers and dip it into your twat and we'll see if your wet."

    Hesitantly, Snow White slid her index finger through the

    moisture already flowing from her cunt. Pink tinged her cheeks as she held the
    finger up for his inspection.

    "What a wonderful sight. Give me a taste of those

    slutty juices. Come on, girl stick that finger in my mouth."

    She leaned over the chair and brought her finger to his

    lips. His long moist tongue wrapped around her finger and drew it deep into his
    mouth, where he sucked and licked until her finger was clean.

    "Very tasty. I will definitely require a better taste

    of that delicious cunny. But now, I have to admit that my feelings were hurt
    when you kneed me, not to mention how hurt my cock was. I want an
    apology." Derek demanded.

    "I'm truly sorry for hurting you." She said in a

    small voice.

    "Well, that soothed my feelings, but it didn't soothe

    my cock. Get on your knees, girl, and kiss it all better." His voice
    hardened on the last order.

    The blush on her cheeks intensified as she got on her knees

    in front of him and gave a small pecking kiss to the head of his shaft.

    Derek threw his head back and laughed. "Is that what you

    call a kiss? Pay close attention girl, you're going to learn how to suck my
    cock, and you'll learn it well before you leave this room. Now, take your hands
    and run them up and over my cock."

    His skin was warm. She circled her finger around the head

    and discovered it to be soft and smooth. Veins along the rest of him pulsed
    under her hand.

    "Now, cup my balls in your hands, and squeeze them ever

    so gently."

    Snow White did, delighting in the shivery moan he gave. Squeezing

    a little harder got her another moan as his head tilted back. Curiosity flowed
    through her and she wondered if his cock and balls liked to be tickled.
    Deciding that she had to find out, she brought a fingernail to his elongated
    shaft and delicately scraped a fingernail along its length.

    Derek's breath hissed out and his cocked jumped in her hand.

    "Fuck, that was good! Do it again!"

    She drew her fingernail up and down his cock, along the

    front and then the undersides. Down through his pubic hair and over the full
    sacs and then back up his hard rod she went, over and over again. His moans
    turned to growls that came from deep inside his throat. Snow White took it
    further; taking all her nails she scored his thighs. He almost jumped up from
    his chair.

    She could tell when he had enough, when his hand speared

    through her hair to grip the back of her head, relentlessly pulling towards his
    jumping cock. "I want your tongue on my cock. Lick it well and make it
    hard." He ordered.

    A mischievous glint entered her eyes. Teasingly, she stuck

    her tongue out bringing it closer and closer to his prick. Then, suddenly, her
    tongue lashed his cock from the base to the angry red tip.

    Derek clenched his fingers on the arms of the chair and

    stretched out, giving her more access to his awaiting rod.

    She could see his eyes watching her every move. She liked

    it, could see every emotion, every tingle of pleasure reflected in there. She
    caught his gaze with her eyes and this time ever so slowly licked her way back
    down to the base.

    "Oh Yeah! Work that tongue on my cock. Get it nice and

    wet."

    She rubbed the tip over her tongue in slow circles.

    "Go down and lick my balls. Then I want you to suck on

    them." Derek commanded.

    Around and around and over his balls she swirled her tongue.

    Derek went slightly crazy at her teasing. When she sucked his sacs deep into
    her amazing mouth his eyes closed and his head fell back with a moan. Gently,
    she rolled his balls with her tongue and then pulling them away from his body
    before releasing them with a popping noise.

    "God, I can't take any more of that. I need to feel my

    cock deep inside that hot mouth of yours. Listen carefully, take your hand and
    wrap it around my cock. Good girl. Now, I'm going to hold your head and guide
    you, when your mouth is pumping up and down on me move your hand to the same
    rhythm. Understand?"

    He didn't give her time to answer, before pulling her head

    down. "Open your mouth. Take me inside and suck on my cock. Now." His
    voice was hoarse with anticipation.

    Her mouth opened, and he pulled her down the last few inches

    to engulf his hard cock.

    "Fuck!" He roared.

    Snow White tightened her lips around his cock eliciting

    another growl of pleasure from him. With his hands still holding her head, he
    guided her mouth up and down on his rod, slowly, oh so slowly. He pulled her
    head up, drawing her mouth to the very tip of swollen shaft before pushing his
    way back into the wet heat of her mouth.

    Snow White loved feeling his cock sliding in and out of her

    mouth and hearing the moans that were torn from him, all because of her. It
    gave her a sense of power she had never felt before. She wanted to hear more,
    to make him scream with pleasure. But in her inexperience, she didn't know what
    she could do to bring that about. So, doing the smart thing, she released him
    and asked him.

    Derek stared at her intently for several seconds before

    standing up. "Put my cock back in your mouth and hum. The vibration that
    the humming causes drives me crazy, as it will do to other men, also."

    Snow White would remember that. Eagerly, She engulfed his

    cock once more. Sliding her lips and tongue back and forth. Then she hummed,
    and his groans turned to shouts. Releasing his shaft, she sucked his bulging
    sacs deep into her mouth, but this time she hummed louder, from deep in her
    throat.

    "Ah!" He yelled, his hands fisting at his sides.

    "Christ, you little slut, that's so fucking good."

    His voice was harsh as he told her what he wanted next.

    Her body tightened further at his words. It was so nasty, so

    erotically sinful she felt singed by it. She could feel moisture dripping down
    her legs from her cunt, which was swollen and ready to climax with the
    slightest touch. Her hips moved unconsciously, wanting his cock deep inside her
    cunny, fucking her in and out, deep and hard, fucking her until she exploded
    drenching his cock with her fiery come. Her breasts were heavy and the nipples
    taut and aching, wanting his tongue to wrap around them, sucking them inside
    his mouth, nipping them with his teeth, leaving love bites all over them.

    Snow White stared into his eyes, watching him watch her

    finger slide into her mouth, getting it slick and wet. After taking his cock
    back into her mouth, she slid her finger between his legs back past his balls,
    to the fleshy rosebud waiting impatiently. Her wet finger teased, circling his
    back entrance, forcing just the tip of her finger inside, over and over. Taking
    his cock back into her mouth, she sucked voraciously, furiously.

    She could feel him getting closer and closer to orgasm. But

    each time he got too close she would slow down, dulling the sensations, only to
    start them all over again.

    Finally she brought him to the begging point.

    "P-Please, fuck me with your finger. Make me come in your mouth.
    N-Now!"

    Snow White sped the tempo up even more, stroking her mouth

    and fist as fast as she could. Wait. Wait. She thought. Almost there. Now! She
    slammed her finger into his ass, hard and fast, all the way to the last
    knuckle. Her finger stroked in and out. She added another finger, stretching him
    further, twisting and turning them inside his ass.

    "Oh God! Oh God! Here it comes! Take it! Take it!"

    He chanted. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" His body jerked and shook as the orgasm
    ripped through him in waves of acute shattering ecstasy.

    His hands had grabbed Snow White's hair when he started

    coming, holding her tightly as his come burst into her mouth. Swallowing
    quickly, she tried to catch all of his delicious come, but there was too much.
    It dripped down her chin to land on her breasts.

    Only when the last tremor eased from his body did he release

    her to sink shakily back onto the chair. "Come here and sit on my lap, my
    little slut." He said weakly.

    When she was settled on him, Derek leaned his head back and closed

    his eyes. Absently his hands rubbed the few drops of his remaining come into
    her breasts.

    Suddenly, Snow White's unfulfilled body twitched. She felt

    like flames were licking her body. One of Derek's eyes opened at the movement.

    "My poor little slut, you haven't gotten to come yet,

    have you? Unfortunately for you, I still need a few more minutes before I can
    see to your pleasure. But, I think I can manage something to keep your
    interest."

    His hands pulled her back to lean against his chest before

    reaching for her legs and settling each of them over one of his thighs,
    spreading cunny open. Awkwardly he reached at an angle behind the chair and
    pulled forth a rounded mirror on a stand. This he put directly in front of her
    cunny, angling it up so that they could both see her cunt clearly.

    "Look how wet and swollen your pretty cunny is. Does it

    want a nice hard cock fucking it? Hmm?"

    She nodded.

    "Well, my beautiful little slut, it's not going to get

    one. That's not the lesson I'm teaching you. But, don't feel sad, you'll get
    plenty of cock before you leave here. Now, how would you like me to play with
    your twat? Yes? Well then you'll have to ask me nicely."

    "Please, Derek I very much want you to play with my

    twat. I want to feel your fingers all over it."

    "Very well, I have decided to grant your request."

    Snow White could tell that he really did like her plea

    because she could feel his cock reviving against her ass.

    "Keep your eyes on the mirror, slut. Watch me play with

    your twat." He ordered

    His right hand brushed through the raven curls at her twat,

    tickling them, before brushing them out of the way. His index finger started at
    the top of her twat, sliding down over her clit, which trembled at his touch.
    Splitting her twat lips, his finger went further into the soaking wetness
    before pulling back up. He paused at her clit on the upstroke and gave it a
    little flick before sliding back down.

    "Oh!" Snow White cried out.

    Over and over again Derek slid his finger up and down her

    twat, paying special attention to her clit. He stopped when her hips began
    pumping up and down with the motion of his finger.

    "Shush!" He reassured her when she cried out in

    distress. "I don't want you to come yet, little slut. There are other
    things I want to do to your twat. Now, tell me how this feels."

    His other hand had come up and spread her twat lips wide

    open while his other finger dipped into her wetness and began flicking up and
    down across her clitoris.

    "Who!" Snow White breathed out.

    "Ahh, you like that, huh. Are you ready to come for

    me?"

    "Yes, yes. Please I need to come. I want to come.

    Please!"

    His finger flicked faster, their eyes watching the mirror

    intently, seeing his finger moving against her clit. Snow White's breathing
    increased and her body shook as her orgasm drew nearer.

    He stopped.

    "No!" She screamed. Her hand was grabbed before

    she could touch her twat and finish the job herself.

    "No, girl. I changed my mind. I don't want you to come

    that way. Get up." He ordered.

    She was pushed up, swaying on her feet. Derek strode past

    her, his fully recovered cock erect and swaying as he moved to the bed and laid
    down on it.

    He stared deep into Snow White's eyes and spoke, "Come

    here and sit on my face, slut. Now!"

    A quiver past through his body at the erotic image his words

    brought to mind. Of her sitting on him while his tongue slid through her twat,
    licking her. Then she would lean down and take him back into her mouth, and do
    all of the wonderfully nasty things he had taught her to him again.

    Snow White practically ran to the bed, causing Derek to

    laugh at her. "I'm disappointed. Here I thought you would be in a hurry to
    have me eat your twat. That's it come up here and face the end of the bed. Now,
    straddle my face. Oh yes, you have such a beautiful cunny."

    "Oh!" She jumped as he blew gently up and down her

    slit. Then, the tip of his tongue slid through her wetness from top to bottom.
    Her hands clenched into the bedcovers. Again and again he licked her sweet
    nectar until her body was shaking with need.

    One of his hands reached up to her head and pushed her down

    to his cock. "Suck it!"

    Derek waited until her mouth was sliding up and down his

    rigid stalk before returning to her cunny.

    "Ump!" She cried out around his cock when he sucked

    on her clit. God, his tongue was wiggling around and around her clit. Now he
    was lashing his tongue across her clit like a whip.

    She had difficulty concentrating on what she was doing.

    Several times she had to stop to cry out, her hand squeezing tightly around his
    cock in reaction. Her hips pumped her cunny against his tongue, up and down,
    fucking his tongue.

    "Oh yes." A long thick finger steadily pushed

    inside her cunny. "Fuck me with your finger." She yelled.

    Pulling his cock forward she licked and sucked his balls

    before biting them gently. He growled at her. She did it again. Snow White
    wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking it madly and sucking on it
    ferociously.

    Soon the only sounds in the room were slurping noises, and

    cries of pleasure.

    Snow White bore down on his finger, fucking herself with it,

    while his tongue lashed her clit, over and over. Her hands were still wrapped
    around his cock, one on top of the other while she held her mouth against her
    top hand, making one long tunnel for his cock to plow through.

    Frantically they fucked each other's mouth, their hips a

    blur. The silence of the room was overcome by their screams or orgasmic
    rapture. Come ripped from his cock to bathe her mouth. Snow White's climax
    burst from her cunny to drench his tongue with her deliciously sweet liquid
    heat.

    She collapsed on top of Derek, her hair covering his now

    deflated cock. Harsh breathing whispered through the room.

    "You definitely earned yourself an A for your lesson in

    the art of the blow job." Derek rasped out. "Christ, I don't think my
    cock will be ready to fuck for a month."

    "Thank you for the lesson." She replied.

    "Oh, my little slut, it was my pleasure." He said

    with a laugh.

    Snow White meets Tutor Number 3.

    Snow White caught a glimpse of her third tutor as she was

    pushed into the room. He was lying on the bed. With his dark hair and deep
    green eyes he looked like a fallen angel. The gleam of skin from his powerful
    chest and shoulders made her ache to run her hands up and down his chest, tangling
    in the sprinkle of dark curls that covered it. Once she was done there then she
    would move down to his pants and rip the loose gray lounging pants that he wore
    off uncovering his taut thighs and aroused cock.

    But then the image from the other day of what he had said

    and done intruded into her thoughts. Snow White turned white and shiver of
    unease crept up her spine, this was the man who not more than a day ago spoke
    about fucking her ass.

    "Are you afraid to look at me, wench?" He asked

    "No." Snow White replied, not lifting her eyes.

    There was no way she could look at him knowing what he wanted to do to her.

    There was laughter in his voice when he spoke. "Well,

    then turn and look at me."

    But when she did the amusement left him for he could see the

    unease in her eyes. He hurried to reassure her. "You don't need to fear
    me, wench nor the lessons I have to teach you. I have trained many women on the
    intricacies of ass fucking, and I promise you that you will find your
    fulfillment much more intense."

    She gave him a scornful look.

    "You don't believe me." He stated. "Well my

    dear wench, there is no way for me to prove I speak the truth except for me to
    show you. So, you may now enter my bed so that I may get a proper greeting from
    you."

    His hand was there to guide her once she was on the bed and

    soon Snow White found herself on hands and knees straddling the sinful devil.

    He smiled at her a knowing sensual smile that let her know

    he was definitely looking forward to her lessons. "Now greet me properly
    with a kiss, and then I shall greet you." His gruff voice had returned
    somewhat with that order.

    Snow White bent her arms and touched her lips to his. They

    were warm and firm and caused the pit of her stomach to dance around in a wild
    jumble of sparks. An image of how Derek had kissed her came to mind.
    Hesitantly, she outlined his lips with her tongue. His mouth parted on a hoarse
    moan, urging her on. She slid her tongue into the rich heat of his mouth,
    tasting a hint of the brandy he must have drunk earlier.

    His hands fisted in her hair, holding Snow White steady

    while he ravaged her mouth in a demanding kiss that left her senses reeling.

    "For future reference, wench," he rasped out

    between breaths, "that was a proper greeting. Now it's my turn. Stay as
    you are and don't move."

    He scooted down on the bed until his head was directly under

    her hanging breasts. "Beautiful." He cupped his hands around the firm
    globes. "And such delightful little berries on top. I love to eat berries.
    Let me tell you how I like to eat berries. First, I like to use my tongue and
    lick all over the outside of the berry, teasing myself with just a hint of its
    flavor."

    Snow White shivered, as his tongue tasted her nipples just

    as he had described.

    "Then I like to nip at the skin so that I can get a

    little more of the berries taste."

    She inhaled sharply at the erotic torture his teeth

    performed on her nipples and the skin surrounding them.

    "And then, when I can stand the torment no longer, I take

    the delicious morsel into my mouth, sucking and biting the berries until every
    ounce of its sweet nectar is gone.

    She cried out in a shivery voice as he sucked a nipple deep

    inside his mouth where his tongue lashed and flicked across it and his teeth bit
    gently into the creamy flesh. Several wonderful moments later the other breast
    received the same treatment.

    "Mmm." He moaned out releasing the nipple.

    "Such a succulent distraction. It's such a shame that I have to leave
    them, but I've made you wait long enough for your greeting."

    He kissed each breast once more and then slid down and out

    from underneath her body. She could hear him move around the room and then the
    noise of several drawers being opened and shut before he returned to the bed
    and placed an average sized ornately carved box that looked to be made of
    mahogany at her head.

    "Open the box." He commanded.

    She reached out with one hand and released the lock on the

    front of the box and slowly pulled it ope

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  • The True Story of Snow White: Part 1
    The True Story of Snow White: Part 1
    It's time for Snow to marry.

    Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the

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    Prologue

    Once

    upon a time in a fairytale land, there lived a girl of such uncommon beauty
    that she was regaled throughout the kingdom as the most beautiful woman in the
    world. In her honor, stories were written of hair as black as night that fell
    to a slim waist and eyes as blue as a summer sky. Ballads were sung of her
    skin, white as freshly fallen snow and lips as red as blood. But in the end, it
    was her beauty that would be her downfall. You see Snow White had a rival.

    At

    the age of fifteen her father, the King, remarried another woman of uncommon
    beauty, a woman of high intelligence, a strong sexual appetite, and a deep,
    dark secret. Poor Snow White was left to roam the massive castle alone and
    lonely for long periods of time while her father was preoccupied with his new
    bride.

    Then,

    shortly after Snow White's eighteenth birthday, the kings strained heart gave
    out and Snow White's life became much worse. The Queen's previous lovers
    entrenched themselves in the castle, sometimes staying for months at a time.
    Then others, hearing of the debauchery to be had, began arriving and staying.
    Kings and Princes, Lords and Dukes, and many widows and mistresses came to
    enjoy the carnality. The Queen loved it, for she had her pick of lovers and
    playmates. Her appetites never went unsatisfied.

    Chapter 1

    The mahogany door opened smoothly and silently despite its

    weight to allow the Queen to enter the darkened chamber.

    "Lights." She ordered with an imperious wave of

    her hand.

    Candles all through the room, hanging from walls, and

    sitting on tables sparked and then grew in brightness to illuminate the room.
    The Queens massive bed dominated one wall, but it was the full-length mirror in
    the corner of the room that drew attention. It showed no reflection now.
    Instead swirls of black and gray twisted and turned fiercely inside the glass.

    The Queen walked slowly until she stood directly in front of

    the mirror before speaking. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the best
    fuck of all."

    The black and gray swirls twisted even more violently as the

    shape of a powerfully built man appeared in the mirror. Black eyes stared out
    of a chiseled face and a deep, husky voice reverberated through the room.
    "There is no doubt, of that I'm sure, you, my Queen, are more woman than
    men can endure."

    A satisfied smile crossed her face as the queen prepared to

    step through the mirror and into her inhuman lover's arms.

    A hand lifted in the mirror halting her momentum. "A

    warning I have to give, of

    a rival that lives, Snow White will become better than you,

    unless another land she is sent to."

    "What!?" She screamed in outrage. "How can

    that prissy little bitch best me?" The Queen moved angrily through the
    mirror slapping away the hand that reached for her. "Not now, Malachi,
    answer my question how will that prude ever become a better fuck than I
    am?"

    Malachi sighed as he settled into the plush cushions of his

    bed. He hadn't wanted to tell her, but that damn spell forced him to speak
    truthfully. At least now with her in his domain he didn't have to speak in that
    stupid rhyme. "Snow White is a very desired and beautiful woman now. It's
    only a matter of time before she is caught by one of your rogues and initiated
    into the erotic arts. When that happens, it has been shown to me that she will
    embrace the carnal side of her nature and will soon be more desired than
    you."

    "No, I won't allow it. I'll have her killed

    first."

    "My queen," Malachi began while slowly pulling her

    taut form down to lie next to him. "You know that's too dangerous to your
    position in this kingdom." Malachi slid his hand up underneath skirts
    found her clit and preceded to work it with his fingers. "Her death could
    very well cause a revolt against you. Why not marry her to a prince or a king
    in a far away kingdom. That way she is removed from your life?"

    "I have already tried to marry her off, you dolt. There

    is no one who is willing to put up with her prudish ways." She huffed in
    dismay.

    "Well then, she'll just have to be taught different

    ways." He replied with a wicked grin. "I would be most willing to be
    of assistance in her lesson as well as finding her a husband. For a
    price."

    She stared at him haughtily. "I will not release you

    from the mirror, Malachi, so do not ask it."

    "No, my queen, I have given up on leaving this mirror.

    But my price is two-fold. For the first part, I want access to any wench that I
    desire at ALL times."

    "Fine, I'll put a spell on the castle, all you need to

    do is speak the girls name and she'll come right to you. What else?"

    "I want Snow White's virginity."

    "Done."

    "Wonderful." Malachi smiled in delight, before he

    roughly pushed the Queens thighs apart and latched his mouth onto her delicious
    cunt.

    Snow White Seduced by the Genie.

    Carnal moans and cries of ecstasy surrounded Snow White as

    she hurried through the castle corridors. She did not walk, but ran, for to be
    caught now would end in the loss of her virtue. When she reached the big wooden
    door to her stepmother's rooms she did not stop but used her momentum to force
    the heavy door open. Once inside she pushed the door closed and leaned against
    it to catch her breath.

    "Snow White," the Queen spoke sharply, "What

    in the world have you been doing? Your cheeks are flushed, your hair is wild
    and you're out of breath."

    "I'm sorry, stepmother, I was running." Snow White

    replied in an unrepentant tone.

    "Yes, I can see you are. Get yourself over to my mirror

    and fix your appearance." She ordered.

    Snow White did as she was told; it was easier that way. She

    noted that her cheeks were flushed and while there was nothing she could do
    about that she could straighten her hair. Her fingers began combing through the
    waist length black tresses.

    "You are of marriageable age now," the Queen

    began, "so I have called you here to inform you that I will begin looking
    for a suitable husband."

    Snow White continued to comb her hair hoping that her relief

    would not show on her face. A husband meant that she could leave this sinful
    place. Never to hear another cry of ecstasy or see naked bodies writhing and
    thrusting at each other. Never to feel the shuddering tug of longing in her
    loins, her inner voice whispered.

    The Queen was suddenly behind her, smirking, as if she could

    read Snow White's thoughts. "Of course, before you're married you'll have
    to be properly trained. So I have engaged seven tutors for you. You'll begin
    your lessons the day after tomorrow."

    Something was happening inside the mirror, something strange

    that captured her attention so that she barely heard her stepmother's words. It
    was turning foggy and had dark gray swirls spinning around and around.

    "But your first lesson begins now." And with those

    words the Queen pushed Snow White into the mirror and into the hard, binding
    arms of the awaiting genie.

    "My thanks, my Queen." Malachi said, as he held

    his prize tightly against his body.

    "Just see that you do not fail me in finding her a

    suitable husband."

    "I shall not fail, my Queen." He turned away from

    the mirror and carried Snow White deeper into the mist. "I have been
    waiting to have you in my arms for a very long time, sweetling." His
    thick, husky voice purred in her ear.

    Instinct took over as his words broke through her confusion.

    She struggled in useless earnest, unable to break from his embrace.

    "Shush." His voice whispered and his hand caressed

    her hair. "It will do you no good to struggle. Now be still." The
    last was said in a hard, unbending voice.

    Her body froze as the genie's power overcame her will. His

    hands speared through her hair, fingering the soft texture before gripping it
    and tilting her head backwards. The body in front of her stepped back and she
    was finally able to look her captor in the face. Smooth tanned skin stretched
    over high cheekbones accentuated amber eyes that seemed to glow with a savage
    inner fire. His thick tawny-gold hair brushed across the magnificent outlines
    of his shoulders. The dark purple fabric of his shirt strained against his
    muscled chest and threatened to burst its seems at any minute. Loose fitting pants
    the same color, as his shirt did nothing to hide the thick muscles rippling
    beneath the material as he circled her.

    "You may call me Malachi, my pet. And now, I find

    myself in a quandary. You see being locked in this mirror I have never actually
    received a present. Oh sure, the Queen sends wenches through the mirror all the
    time, but they have no true value, not like you." He raised some of her
    silky black hair and brushed them gently across his cheek. "Now comes the
    difficult part, do I unwrap my present slowly, or rip everything off at once?
    What do you think, sweetling."
    Snow white found her voice and said in a demanding voice, "I order you to
    release me this instance or I will scream for the palace guards and have you
    arrested."

    "Malachi threw his head back and laughed. "Oh my

    pet, you have such spirit. I like that. Your palace guards will not come to
    your calls, indeed no sound will leave this prison of mine, so you see you have
    no choice but to surrender to me and stop this foolish talk."

    He looked deep into her eyes and she could practically see

    the sensual promise radiating from him. It seemed to burn through her very
    essence.

    "I grow weary of waiting." He stated and reached

    for the collar of her dress. With one swift tug her blue silk dress was ripped
    from collar to hem, hanging from her in tatters.

    "Bastard." Snow White cried out.

    Anger flickered across Malachi's face and his jaw clenched

    when he spoke. "That's enough. If you can spew nothing but obscenities
    then you will be silent." He waved his hand in front of her face and
    mumbled some incomprehensible words.

    This couldn't be happening, thought Snow White, as Malachi

    pushed her dress off to fall at her feet with a hiss of fabric. First her
    stepmother pushes her into this damned mirror, then she could not move or
    speak, and now this barbarian was looking upon her nakedness. She had to get
    out of here. She had to think of a way.

    But thinking became next to impossible when Malachi moved

    behind her and fitted his muscular body against hers. The bulge of his rigid
    cock nestled against her ass. And it was at that moment that she realized she
    would not be leaving this place with her virginity intact.

    Long, lean fingers traced up her arms, leaving goose bumps

    in their wake. Over her shoulders and down her sides his hands moved until they
    were gripping her hips. Slowly he rocked her from side to side, brushing his
    silk covered hardness against her, letting her feel the strength that would
    soon be fucking her. His hands left her hips and once again trailed upwards.
    Only this time they attacked her breasts.

    What he was doing was unthinkable and if she could have, she

    would have shrieked in outrage.

    A thumb and fingertip pinched lightly at each nipple, while

    Malachi rested his head on her shoulder to watch his handiwork. "You have
    delightful breasts, my pet. Look how your nipples are pouting at me. Do you
    think they want more of my touch? Would they perhaps like kisses? Ah, but alas,
    the little darlings will just have to wait. I haven't finished looking at my present.
    Now, you are being such a good little girl, I think you deserve a reward so,
    you may speak again, but only words of delight and moans of pleasure."

    The hands released her breasts and returned to her

    shoulders. Nails gently raked down her back causing a shiver to rack her body.
    They slid past her waist and finally came to rest on her ass where they each
    cupped a rounded globe.

    She tensed upon feeling fingertips dipping into the crease,

    vainly trying to prevent their invasion.

    "You don't like this, my dear? Do you really think your

    puny efforts can prevent me from touching your body? Spread your legs." He
    ordered.

    Snow White's legs moved upon his command, spreading widely

    to allow access to her cunny.

    A shriek of unexpected pleasure and surprise was torn from

    her as Malachi nipped the back of her neck. More love bites rained down the
    length of her back until he was kneeling behind her. She could feel his warm
    breath fanning across her backside.

    Malachi started at the top of her ass, his hand caressing

    downward, past the rounded slop and in between her legs.

    Snow White held her breath as his fingers reached her

    virginal opening and stopped.

    "I have watched you, my pet. Long, countless hours, my

    eyes have beheld your beauty. I have seen the way candlelight has touched your
    skin and wished that I were that light caressing you. I have looked my fill
    while you bathed-"

    She tensed in shock.

    "This distresses you. It should not. Your beauty is

    such that men would kill to keep you naked in their beds for all eternity. Now,
    I am fairly sure that you are still untouched, but I won't deny myself the
    pleasure of finding out for sure."

    Snow White tried to fight, to move, anything to prevent what

    would happen next. But when a single, thick, masculine finger slowly began to
    invade her cunny, all that escaped was one tiny whimper of pleasure.

    All too soon he had reached the proof of her innocence, and

    then withdrawing with the same aching slowness.

    "Excellent. I would not have been happy to find out

    that I was cheated." He walked around to stand in front of her. "You
    can now begin to undress me." He ordered.

    Snow Whites hands trembled as they struggled with the first

    button on his shirt. It came undone with a light pop. Her fingers brushed the
    silk of his shirt. Her hands moved from button to button and she noticed the
    hard warmth of his body emanating from beneath the shirt. Soon, it was
    completely undone, revealing chiseled, bronzed skin.

    Snow White licked her dry lips and slowly smoothed her hands

    up and over Malachi's chest to push the shirt off. She was so entranced by his
    body and the feel of him; she didn't realize that he was no longer controlling
    her movements.

    Shyness tried to overcome her when she tugged at the button

    of his pants, but she thrust the irritating emotion aside. She had to see him,
    all of him, naked and bare to her gaze.

    More buttons held his pants together. Snow White no sooner

    had them all undone, than his cock broke free of its restraint.

    She gasped. This wasn't the first time she had seen a man's

    shaft before, but it was certainly the first time she had been this close to
    one.

    "Touch it. Run your sweet hands along my cock. Squeeze

    it, my pet." He urged hoarsely.

    Her eyes stared into the burning depths of his while her

    fingers gently cupped around his cock.

    A shudder swept through Malachi at the feel of her hand.

    "Mmm, that feels incredible, my sweet. But I'm greedy. I want more. Get
    down on your knees."

    Snow White was confused, but his tone suggested she not

    argue. Down on her knees brought his huge erection at face level. She saw the
    veins and ridges that ran the length of his cock.

    "Hold it in your hand again, Snow White, but this time

    I want to feel that sexy tongue of yours licking my cock."

    The mental picture his words brought blocked out her shock

    and sent jolts of lightning through her nerves to collect in her cunny. Snow
    White did as she was bid, tentatively running her tongue against the tip,
    delighting in Malachi's groan.

    Suddenly rough fingers gripped the sides of her head.

    "Take me in your mouth. Suck on my cock like it's your favorite
    lollipop." Malachi commanded.

    The smooth tip slid into her awaiting mouth. Her hand was

    grabbed and placed back around the shaft. Snow White gave a hesitant suck,
    unsure of what she was doing. The resulting growl told her she did it right.
    She tried again and again, sliding her tongue around him at the same time.

    Malachi's hands returned to her head and showed her the

    forward and backward rhythm he wanted. Harsh, gasping breaths escaped him as he
    gradually increased the tempo until he was furiously fucking her face.

    "Enough!" He yelled, ripping away from the erotic

    torment. A swift wave of his hand and a bed appeared behind Snow White. Malachi
    lifted and threw her backwards onto it. He followed her down, his hard, naked
    body forcing her deep into the mattress. Voraciously, he kissed her, his tongue
    thrusting deep into the hot depths of her mouth.

    Snow White's arms were raised above her head, and held by an

    invisible force. The movement raised her breasts as if in supplication.

    Love bites rained down her neck, the pain letting her know

    there would be marks there later. His mouth drew closer and closer to her
    awaiting breasts. Her eyes grew heavy with anticipation and were lowering shut
    when he spoke up, "Eyes open, my pet. I want you to watch, it adds to the
    excitement."

    A hot, wet tongue flicked out and lashed across her nipple.

    Snow White's spellbound gaze followed the path of Malachi's tongue as it
    circled her breast. He teased her, just barely touching the aching bud with the
    tip of his tongue. She cried out sharply as his mouth enveloped her. His tongue
    flicked over and around it, shooting tendrils of erotic voltage through her,
    bowing her spine upwards.

    Malachi released the wet tip reluctantly. Gently, he blew

    cool air across it, watching as it puckered to an even harder kernel. With a
    sigh of regret he switched his attention to the other awaiting morsel.

    "Tell me which one you like more, my sweet, my kisses

    on your lovely nipple or this?" He leaned down and gently grasped the
    nipple between his teeth.

    She breathed deeply at the slight pain, which wasn't really

    pain but more of a pleasure/pain. More nips followed, circling the outer area
    of her breast.

    "Oh, yes." She hissed as the tip was sucked deep

    into the hot depths of his mouth.

    Snow White lost track of reality. She was buffeted with

    sensation after sensation. It was only when Malachi paused in his attack that
    some sense was restored. She saw him through slotted eyes there between her
    legs.

    "You've seen the harlots in this castle, their legs

    splayed widely, heads thrown back in ecstasy as their lover of the night licks
    their pussies. You've heard them urging their partners to fuck their cunts and
    suck on their slutty clits. I know that you secretly wanted to be one of them,
    to feel a man's tongue slowly lick your cunny, to suck on your clit, haven't
    you, my dear?"

    She looked away, denying him an answer.

    "Answer me!" He said between gritted teeth.

    "Yes." She whispered in shame.

    "I want to hear you ask me to eat your cunny, to suck

    your delicious taste from deep inside you. Tell me to do whatever I want to
    you. Now." His hard determined eyes told her he would have those words
    from her, or she would suffer the consequences. There was no way out for her.
    She was unsure if there had been one if she would have taken it. She had only
    been able to speculate on the rapture that shook through the harlots in the
    castle, and now, more than anything, she wanted to feel that passion, that
    ecstasy, if only once before her stepmother no doubt found her the most awful
    man in the world for her to marry.

    The words came slowly to her, gaining in speed as her

    surrender overcame her. "I want you to lick my cunny. Fuck me as those
    other women were fucked. Do anything you want if you will only give me what
    they have felt."

    "Beautifully said, my sweet one. But, I can't quite

    reach you. Why don't you raise your hips for me, put that hot, sexy twat
    against my mouth. Show me that you want me to eat you." His words
    shuddered through her. He was making her ruination her choice by forcing her to
    give him what he wanted of her own free will.

    She raised her hips, stopping within inches of his lips.

    "Higher" he whispered darkly.

    The l

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  • Pining For Madison: Part 5
    Day 2 at the Cabin.

    By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the

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    at Explicit Novels.



    I was just about to confide to him about mine and Madison's

    exploits, when both girls joined us at the same time, wearing their oversized
    t-shirts as nighties.

    "Good morning, ladies. Coffee?" I greeted.

    "Oh, yes please," Becky replied.

    She walked over to Ryan, put her hand on his back, and gave

    him a quick peck on the lips.

    "Morning, babe," Ryan greeted.

    As I got up to the kitchen counter, Madison came up behind

    me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and rested her cheek against my back.

    "Coffee, babe?" I asked again.

    "Yes please," she replied and kissed me on the

    shoulder.

    Both girls then pulled a chair out from under the table and

    sat opposite each other.

    I grabbed two more cups from the cupboard and poured them

    each a coffee and placed it in front of them.

    "Thanks Ad," they replied in turn.

    I sat down and joined them all at the table.

    "So, is every one raring to go this morning?" I

    asked.

    "Ugh! I forgot you were a morning person. Need coffee

    first, enthusiasm later," Becky groaned into her cup.

    "What's a matter Beck's, did somebody keep you up last

    night?" I joked, looking over to Ryan and smiling into my cup.

    "You're one to talk, I saw what you did to Madison's

    chest last night. Trying to write your name were you?"

    I spat a mouthful of coffee back into my cup and started to

    laugh uncontrollably. Before Madison and Ryan joined me in laughing.

    After I calmed down I got up and emptied the remaining

    contents of my cup in the sink.

    I headed over to the patio doors and pulled apart the heavy

    curtains.

    "Oh wow!" I said loudly.

    "What?" a Madison replied.

    "Come and have a look at this."

    I opened the patio doors and stepped outside. The other

    three grabbed their coffee cups and joined me outside.

    In front of us was a magnificent view of a lake, with a

    wooden dock extending outwards from the cabin. I walked further ahead and could
    see two pairs of kayaks on either side of the dock.

    As I turned around to face the others, I could feel the

    chill of the morning air, causing the skin on my chest and arms to get goosebumps.
    It appeared I wasn't the only one affected by this, both Becky and Madison's
    nipples had hardened under their t-shirts.

    "Shall we go kayaking?" I asked, trying not to

    stare at their chests.

    "I'm in," Ryan replied.

    "And is that what I think it is?" I said aloud,

    before the girls had a chance to answer.

    I hurried over to a large box to the side of Madison and

    fingered the edge, before lifting up the huge lid.

    "We have a hot tub!" Madison cried out.

    "Now we're talking." Becky added.

    I found the control box and switched it on, and it roared

    into life.

    "It'll probably take a while to heat up though," I

    said.

    "It's okay, we can use it later tonight," Madison

    replied.

    I lowered the lid back down to keep the heat in.

    "So, showers and explore the lake?" I suggested as

    a plan of action.

    We all collectively agreed and went back inside. After one

    more round of coffees, we got up from the table, everyone appeared to be
    feeling a lot more perkier now.

    "Who's having the first shower?" Becky asked.

    "I don't mind, I'll probably share one with Adam, if

    it's quicker." Madison answered.

    "Oh yeah, three guesses what you'll be cleaning."

    Becky joked.

    "Girl, please! You'll probably be using Ryan's cock as

    a toothbrush knowing you." Madison replied, then proceeding to simulate
    the actions.

    We collectively laughed at Madison's visuals.

    "Touch Mads! Touch ." Becky responded, with a

    wide smile on her face.

    Ryan and I just looked at each other and smiled at the

    prospect of some shower hi-jinx.

    I eagerly grabbed Madison's hand.

    "Come on then, show me your cleaning techniques then,

    babe."

    We left Becky and Ryan in the kitchen and went to get ready

    for the shower. A few moments later, we returned with our towels wrapped around
    us and headed towards the bathroom.

    Becky wolf whistled as we walked past.

    Madison jokingly flipped Becky the bird and they both

    laughed.

    When we got to the bathroom, I closed the door behind us,

    and we each hung our towels on the back of the door. Madison slid open the
    shower door and turned the shower taps on, placing her hand under the spray of
    water, until it was warm enough to enter.

    The shower itself wasn't huge but could fit the both of us.

    It had a tiled seat on one side, which also housed a few toiletries such as
    shampoo and shower gel.

    Madison got in first and I followed closely behind her. She

    took up most of the water, while I hovered on the outskirts, every so often
    changing places with her.

    Madison squeezed some of the shower gel on to her hands and

    asked me to turn around. She began washing my back, her hands moving in
    circular motions, causing the shower gel to foam up and slowly made her way
    further down my back, until she reached my buttocks.

    From there she pressed her body against mine and her hands

    found their way around my hips and to the front.

    She held my cock in her hand, delicately washing it and

    gently pulling my foreskin back and tracing her thumb around the head of my
    rapidly hardening cock.

    "Is it clean enough now?" She asked.

    "Hmm, I think I could do with a few more minutes,"

    I joked.

    "Oh, so you want the intensive clean then," she

    replied, turning me around to face her again.

    She ran her hands over her wet hair moving the stray strands

    clinging her to her face and dropped to her knees.

    She jerked me a couple of times, before taking me in her

    mouth, holding on to my ass for support. I raised my hands and clasped them
    behind my head, enjoying the sensation.

    Madison was just getting into the swing of things, when the

    shower door suddenly slid open.

    "Busted!" shouted Becky, she pointed her phone at

    Madison's face and the camera flash lit up the shower.

    Madison screamed and gestured, but with me still in her

    mouth. All I could feel was a tingling sensation as the reverberation
    pleasurably travelled down the length of my cock.

    "Didn't your mother tell you not to speak with your

    mouthful, Mads!" Becky said hysterically laughing.

    Madison clawed for the shower door and slid it back, while

    Becky ran out of the bathroom with her prize photo.

    She pulled me out of her mouth, to talk.

    "Oh, it's on now," she said, quickly wiping the

    water from her face.

    I looked down at her and jokingly made a puppy whining

    noise, because she stopped.

    "Sorry babe, where was I?"

    She took me in her mouth again and continued.

    I could steadily feel the pleasure growing and myself

    getting closer and closer to climax, when Madison stopped with her mouth and
    switched to her hand and jerked me, every so often rubbing the tip of my cock
    around her wet nipples.

    "Fuck, that feels good, Mad," I moaned out.

    "Yeah, you like that, babe?"

    She squeezed tighter and jerked faster and unable to hold

    back anymore, I shot my load across her chest and watched as the water washed
    it away between her breasts and down her stomach

    I offered my hand, helping her to her feet. When she rose, I

    quickly moved in to kiss her, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

    As we sensuously kissed she grabbed one of my hands, and

    slowly turned her body around, breaking the kiss. She raised a leg on to the
    tiled seat and directed the hand she was still holding between her legs and
    leaning her head back on to my chest.

    "I think I need a bit of attention now," she

    whispered.

    I rubbed my fingers over her wet mound, and she moaned

    softly. The steam from the shower filled the room and clung to our skin,
    causing Madison's skin to appear shiny in the light.

    I diligently worked her clit with my fingers, rubbing,

    circling, flicking and every so often slipping my finger inside of her. Her
    heavy exhales causing the steam to swirl around above us.

    I stopped, much to Madison's surprise.

    "Aww, Babe, don't stop, I was nearly there," she

    whispered in my ear.

    "I know, but I want to try something. Try sitting

    down." I instructed.

    She sat down facing me and I dropped to my knees, I pried

    her legs apart, so they were wide open and I buried my face between her legs.

    "Oh Jesus," she cried out as I began to attack her

    clit with my tongue.

    She ran both her hands through my wet hair and clutched at

    it, pulling me deeper in to her.

    "Umm, that's the spot, babe, right there," she

    directed.

    "Oh, oh, yeah, Umm!"

    She was pulling my head in to her so tightly, I could barely

    breathe. I knew I had to get her to orgasm quickly otherwise I'd surely pass
    out.

    I upped my tempo and began lashing my tongue so quickly it

    hurt.

    Madison's legs clamped around my head tightly, she

    practically rode my face as she approached her orgasm.

    I could only hear muffled screams as her hands desperately

    clutched at the walls, her fingers splayed wide as she came.

    Her legs slowly loosened and my face was free. I immediately

    pulled back, and took in a sharp intake of air. My lips, chin and jaw all sore
    from the work out.

    Madison looked at my reddened face and cupped it with her

    hands.

    "I'm so sorry if I squeezed too tightly, babe, but you

    were just too damn good at that, I couldn't help myself."

    I grabbed on to her knee and lifted myself up and ran my

    face under the water.

    We finished cleaning up and turned off the shower. I stepped

    out first and grabbed my towel from the door and patted myself dry, before
    wrapping it around my waist. I then passed Madison her towel. She wrapped it
    around her body and tucked it in at her chest.

    I opened the bathroom door and we both left to head to the

    bedroom to get dressed.

    Becky was sitting on the sofa with Ryan, with both of them

    looking at her phone.

    "You better not be showing Ryan that picture you took,

    missy!"

    "Too late," she replied.

    "Let me see it," Madison demanded.

    Becky turned her phone and waved it around, toying with

    Madison.

    A picture of Madison on her knees, with her mouth full of my

    cock, and exposing the side of her breast, with just a hint of her nipple
    filled the screen.

    "You better delete that, right now!" Madison

    playfully insisted.

    "Aww, but I was going to make it my new lock

    screen." Becky joked.

    "Don't you mean cock screen." Ryan quipped.

    I snorted with laughter at Ryan's joke.

    "Give it here," Madison begged.

    "No way," Becky replied, holding the phone out of

    reach and teasing her.

    Madison leaned forward trying to get the phone and fell on

    top of Becky and Ryan.

    They were laughing hysterically as Madison tried to clamber

    over them both to reach the phone.

    I stood there watching this ludicrous display unfold in

    front of me, when I noticed that her towel was shifting around quite a bit. It
    was then the inevitable happened. As she tried to pull herself up, her towel
    opened and she ended up flashing her breasts at Becky and Ryan.

    Ryan's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of her perfect

    pair.

    Madison grasped at her towel to cover herself up, before

    giving up on retrieving the phone and composing herself.

    "Ahem, sorry about that, Ryan. I didn't mean to give

    you an eyeful there," she said apologizing.

    "I... I didn't mind."

    Becky nudged his arm.

    "As for you Miss Becky Moore, I hope you know, I'll be

    getting my revenge on you. I don't know how yet, but it's coming," Madison
    said trying to keep a straight face.

    "Come Adam, we have revenge to plot!" Madison

    announced over-dramatically.

    She grabbed my arm and theatrically we stormed off to our

    bedroom.

    As we finished getting dressed, Becky and Ryan slipped into

    the shower. I could see Madison plotting of ways to get back at Becky.

    I plonked myself down on the sofa and watched as Madison

    snuck over to the bathroom. She tried the door, but this time it was locked.
    Becky clearly saw this coming.

    "Damn it!" Madison yelled and then joined me on

    the sofa.

    "Come on now Mads, she could see that coming a mile

    away. You've got to play the long game. Her guard is going to be up now,"
    I joked.

    "Yeah, I guess," Madison replied, before picking

    up an old magazine from the coffee table and opening it.

    She quietly red through each page, licking the tip of her

    finger and turning the corner of each page she finished.

    Twenty minutes passed before Becky and Ryan finally emerged

    from the bathroom, each wearing a towel.

    Madison looked up from her magazine.

    "Nice shower?" She asked.

    "Lovely, thank you."

    Becky carried on walking, when Madison called out.

    "Oh, um, Becks', you've got a little spunk on your

    chin." Madison said all seriously.

    Becky started wiping at her chin.

    "Gotcha!" she said with a little smirk and

    returned to her magazine.

    "Funny," she called back, before turning to Ryan

    and asking him.

    "I don't have anything left on my chin, do I?"

    "No, it's all clean, babe." He replied,

    reassuringly brushing her chin with his thumb.

    I shook my head, laughing to myself.

    They left the room and when they came back, they were all

    dressed and ready to go.

    Madison put her magazine down and we both got up from the

    sofa.

    "Right then, shall we hit the lake?" I asked the

    group.

    We all ventured outside onto the deck and eyed up the bright

    orange kayaks on either side of the dock.

    There were life jackets in each one, so I bent down,

    kneeling on the wooden boards of the dock and grabbed one from the kayak
    closest to me and held it up for Madison to put it on.

    She slipped her arms in, and I fastened the buckles around

    the front for her.

    Ryan copied me and did the same for Becky, and we both put

    our own jackets on.

    I helped Madison into her kayak and handed her the long blue

    paddle, before untying the weathered rope that was holding the kayak to the
    dock. Ryan made sure Becky was sorted and we both hopped into ours.

    We cleared the dock and drifted for a bit.

    "Um, guys?" Becky called out, "How do you get

    this thing to go in a straight line?"

    We all looked in Becky's direction to see her going around

    in circles, causing us all to laugh.

    "Stop laughing you guys," she said, starting to

    laugh herself.

    She used her paddle to splash water at us all, in

    retaliation for laughing, which ended up in a water fight between all of us.

    When we eventually calmed down from the play fighting, we

    coached Becky on how to paddle and we all set off.

    We spent the whole afternoon exploring around the lake,

    before returning back to the cabin for a well-earned rest.

    We tied up the kayaks, freshened up and all ate lunch

    together at the kitchen table.

    As evening approached, we all stood outside and watched the

    sun go down, whilst drinking a bottle of beer.

    As the sky got darker, Madison turned the deck lights on,

    transforming the ambiance to a warm and inviting glow, casting soft shadows
    across the deck.

    Madison stood by the hot tub.

    "Hot tub anyone?" she asked.

    "I just remembered, I didn't actually bring any swim

    wear, Mads," Becky replied.

    We all looked at each other.

    "I don't think any of us did, did we?" I added.

    "Do we need them?" Madison casually replied.

    We all looked at each other again.

    "What, like everyone get naked?" Ryan said,

    hesitantly.

    "I mean, we're all friends here, right? And it's

    nothing we haven't seen before?"

    Ryan looked at Becky as if to take her lead.

    "Well, I'm game if you are," Becky added.

    I lifted the lid off the hot tub and the steam plumed up in

    to the air.

    "Well, it's definitely warm enough." I said,

    dipping my hands in the water.

    "So, are we doing this?" Madison asked again.

    "Yeah, come on, it'll be a laugh," Becky replied.

    Madison, who was wearing one of her summer dresses was the

    first to make a move. Grabbing the hem of her dress, she pulled it over her
    head to reveal her matching bra and panties.

    "Come on you lot. I'm not doing this on my own."

    She said, as we all watched her continue to undress.

    Becky was next, then Ryan and I took off our t-shirts.

    Madison was ahead of us and took off her bra and panties. I could see Ryan's
    eyes scanning Madison' naked body.

    Together, the girls were quickest to get naked and left two

    piles of clothes on the deck and climbed into the hot tub.

    "Umm!" Madison said, sinking her body into the

    warm water.

    "Well, come on then you two," Becky coaxed.

    "It's not like we haven't seen your tinkles

    before," she joked, wiggling her index finger like a worm.

    Of course it was true, Becky had seen enough of me naked

    during our threesome after all, but I wasn't too sure if Ryan knew that
    already.

    I pulled my shorts and underwear off in one go, exposing

    myself to the girls and climbed in.

    With the three of us in, we all waited for Ryan to join us.

    "Fuck it," he said and pulled down his shorts and

    underwear.

    While I was grower, Ryan was definitely a shower, his long

    cock dangled between his legs as he climbed into the hot tub. I could see both
    girls immediately fix on it as he climbed in.

    With us all settled in to the relaxing warm water, we passed

    the time talking, every so often, sending one person out to get more beer from
    the fridge.

    "I know, we should play a game," Becky suggested.

    "A game? like what?" I asked.

    "How about truth or dare!" she suggested.

    "Come on, that's a kid's game," I replied.

    "What if we make it a little more adult and anything

    goes, we'll call it Truth or Dare: Hot tub edition," Madison jokingly
    suggested.

    We all looked at Madison, intrigued by her suggestion.

    "Well, I like the sound of this. Boys?" Becky

    added.

    "Okay. We're in," I said, speaking for Ryan.

    "Okay, okay. Who wants to go first?" Becky asked.

    "Shall we go clockwise from me?" Madison

    suggested.

    "Okay, so I'll answer first," Becky confirmed.

    "Okay Beck's, truth or dare?"

    "Um, truth."

    Madison pondered what to ask her.

    "Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?"

    "That's easy - giving," she quickly replied,

    smiling and looking at Ryan and comically pumping her eyebrows.

    It was Becky's turn to ask the question now.

    "Ryan, truth or dare?"

    "Dare please, babe."

    She looked at Ryan and then back at Madison.

    "I dare you... to kiss Madison."

    The dare looked to have stunned Ryan. He looked at Madison

    first and then to me, as if to ask the question are you okay with this.

    I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.

    "A dares a dare, dude." I said.

    Ryan leaned forward from his seat, with Madison moving to do

    the same. Their head's turned slightly and they locked lips. Ryan's hands
    hovered over her body, almost as if he was afraid to touch her. They made out
    for about twenty seconds before sitting back down again.

    After watching them kiss, I found myself with the answer to

    a question I had asked myself when I had the threesome with Becky and Madison.

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  • Pining for Madison: Part 4
    Pining for Madison: Part 4
    Adam and Madison take Becky and Ryan to the cabin.

    By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the

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    As 6:30pm approached, I sat patiently on my bed, legs

    crossed in the lotus style. Madison had arranged to FaceTime me, and I eagerly
    awaited her call.

    She had gone away on holiday for the week to visit family,

    making each day feel like an eternity. I missed her so much; it marked the
    longest time we'd been apart since we started dating.

    I watched, or rather willed, the time on my phone to

    transition from 6:29 to 6:30. As the next minute arrived, the digits seamlessly
    shifted from twenty-nine to thirty.

    A picture of Madison's beautiful face, along with her name,

    lit up my screen, and the phone started to ring. I answered immediately.

    "Hey babe," I greeted, trying to hold the phone

    steady in front of me.

    A pixelated view of her face appeared, before eventually becoming

    clearer.

    "Hey babe," she replied, giving me a little wave.

    "How's the holiday going?" I asked.

    "Oh, you know, not bad. Missing you like crazy

    though."

    "I'm missing you too. Not being with you is driving me

    nuts. When will you be back again?"

    "Aww babe, don't worry, I'll be back for your birthday,

    I promise."

    "I don't care about my birthday; I just want to see you

    again."

    "It's only a few more days, and then I'm all yours. The

    birthday boy can have anything he wants then."

    "Anything?"

    "Yep, anything."

    "That does sound good, but what do I want?" I said

    tapping my chin with my finger.

    "Well, I'm sure you can use your imagination."

    "Ooh! I've just thought of a few things."

    "I bet you have, and let me guess, it doesn't involve

    wearing much?"

    "How did you know?"

    She laughed at my predictability.

    "Speaking of which..." she began to say.

    "I've been so horny, these last few days, I might just

    jump on you, the second I see you."

    "It must be all that country air, but I'll brace

    myself," I joked.

    "I've thought about, you know..." she said

    gesturing her head downwards.

    "But I'm sharing a room with my niece, so it's not

    really practical."

    "Where is she now?"

    "Well, actually come to mention it, I'm on my own.

    Everyone went grocery shopping for food for this evening."

    "Well, why don't you, you know, take care of it

    now?" I suggested.

    "What, like over the phone?"

    "Yeah, yeah." I said egging her on.

    "Well, I'll do it, if you do it with me."

    "Okay, fairs fair."

    "How do you want to start?"

    "Maybe, take you top off?"

    "Missing the girls I see."

    "Oh yes."

    "Okay, just a sec, let me put the phone down here...

    and..."

    I watched as the camera image wobbled, showing glimpses of a

    girls bedroom, the white ceiling, the walls decorated with posters, before
    Madison came back into view.

    "Can you see me okay?" she asked.

    "Yep, every beautiful inch of you."

    I watched as Madison pulled off her top and unhooked her

    bra. She walked closer to the camera and gave me a little shimmy.

    "There, can you see them?"

    She held her breasts and pushed them up.

    "Oh yes, there's my girls." I said smiling.

    "Now your turn. Drop 'em soldier!"

    "Yes ma'am," I replied, giving her a mock salute.

    "...I just need to prop this up on something."

    I placed my phone against the footboard of my bed, angling

    it upwards. I shuffled backwards until I was in focus.

    "Can you see me?" I asked.

    "Yeah. Now show me the goods, hot stuff."

    I unbuttoned my trousers, and slid my hand in to my

    underwear and pulled out my flaccid cock.

    "Now play with it. Make it big for me." Madison

    asked.

    I started to play with it, shaking it from the base, then

    stroking it to get it bigger.

    "Is this good? Do you like this?"

    "Yeah, that's good," she replied.

    I could see her arm moving up and down.

    "Wait, have you started already?"

    "Oh yes!"

    Madison wasted no time, in starting to play with herself.

    "Can I see?" I asked.

    "Sure. I'll just make it easier for you. Two

    secs."

    When the picture came back in to view, it appeared that

    Madison had removed her trousers and underwear. I watched as she placed one
    foot on the bed, to open herself up a bit and slid her fingers between her
    legs.

    "How's this?"

    "Now that is hot!" I replied.

    "Yeah, you like it when I rub my cunt, does it get you

    nice and hard," Madison asked sexily.

    I nodded in response. I had never heard Madison speak dirty

    before. It was such an unexpected turn-on.

    "Ad, it doesn't work if you don't say anything

    back."

    "Oh shit, sorry, of course."

    I quickly tried to think of something to say.

    "My cock is so hard, looking at your beautiful cunt."

    "Umm, I'm so wet thinking about your thick cock. I want

    it inside of me so bad," she continued.

    "I want to bend you over and make you feel every

    inch."

    "Yes! I want to ride that cock all night long."

    The conversation was getting pretty explicit and I was fully

    hard now, stroking my cock for Madison and getting off on her dirty talk.

    Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open and my mom entered the

    room.

    "What do you want for dinner tonigh... oh my good

    heavens, I, I."

    She shielded her eyes with her hand and hurriedly backed out

    of the room, closing the bedroom door behind her.

    I jumped up after her, my cock wagging as I did.

    "Mom!" I called out.

    "It's not what you think, I was just checking

    something." I lied, as she scurried down the stairs.

    I went back into my room and sat down on my bed and buried

    my face in my hands.

    "What happened?" she asked.

    "My mom, she... she caught me."

    "She just walked into the room, asked me what I wanted

    for dinner and caught me, you know, stroking it."

    I watched as Madison covered her mouth and started laughing

    uncontrollably.

    "It's not funny, Mads!"

    "I'm sorry, but it is, it's so funny."

    She burst out laughing, her face turning red from laughing

    so much.

    "I can't wait to move out." I muttered under my

    breath.

    "Oh babe," she sighed, starting to calm down a

    bit, dabbing the laughter tears from her eyes.

    "I guess the moment's gone now, hasn't it?" I said

    somewhat dejected.

    "Yeah, sorry babe, but don't worry, I'll be back soon

    and we can pick up where we left off. I promise."

    "That's if I haven't died of embarrassment before

    then."

    "Look, I'll call you back same time tomorrow. Love

    you."

    She blew me a kiss.

    "Love you." I replied, blowing one back.

    The screen went black as she ended the call.

    I looked down at my rapidly softening cock, disappointed,

    before tucking it back in to my underwear and doing up my trousers.

    After our incident, my mom and I avoided each other for a

    while, the awkwardness too much for either of us to bear.

    Thankfully, the next few days flew by, and today was

    Madison's return from her holiday. It also happened to be my nineteenth
    birthday. Although, I was way more excited about seeing Madison.

    I laid there in bed, my arms folded above the covers,

    staring blankly at the ceiling. I hadn't fully come around when there was a
    knock on the bedroom door.

    "Adam, are you up yet?" My mom called out.

    "Yeah," I replied.

    "Are you decent, can I come in?"

    Ever since she caught me, she had now been extra cautious

    about coming into my room.

    "Yes."

    I watched the door slowly open, and my mom poke her head

    through.

    "You're not doing anything are you? Because I can come

    back later if you are."

    "No, mom!" I replied exasperated.

    I'm sure she thinks that's all I do when I'm in my bedroom

    now.

    "Good. I'm coming in," she announced.

    "Happy birthday! My special little boy."

    "Mom! I'm nineteen, I'm not little."

    "You'll always be little to me. Now go get dressed.

    Your father and I have a surprise for you."

    "A surprise? What is it?" I replied, sitting up on

    my elbows.

    "You'll have to get dressed to find out."

    "Fine, I'll be down in fifteen minutes."

    "I'll have your breakfast waiting."

    My mom left me to it and disappeared back down the stairs.

    I dragged myself out of bed and went to have a shower and

    get dressed. I could smell the bacon from the top of the stairs and followed
    that delicious scent all the way to the kitchen.

    My dad, sat at the table and looked up from his paper as I

    walked in.

    "Morning, birthday boy!"

    "Morning dad." I replied.

    My mom was busy at the stove, cooking strips of bacon.

    There were a few birthday cards on the table with my name on

    it, no doubt from my relatives.

    I sat myself down at the kitchen table opposite my dad and

    started to open the cards one by one.

    By the time I had finished, I had a nice little stack of

    cash beside me.

    My dad whistled.

    "Guess dinner's on you tonight then," he joked.

    My mom placed a cooked breakfast in front of me and my

    father and we tucked in.

    I had just finished my food when a small navy-colored box

    with a white ribbon slid its way across the table and into my field of vision.

    "Happy birthday, Adam," they both said smiling.

    I picked up the small box, intrigued by what could be

    inside.

    I carefully removed the lid and inside was a car key.

    I looked up from the box to my parents' expectant faces.

    "She's outside," my dad said.

    I paused for a moment, almost in shock at what he just said.

    I then slid my chair back and rushed to the front door, my

    parents doing their best to keep up with me.

    As I opened the door, I could see her. Parked next to my

    parents car was a 2012 black Jeep Wrangler.

    "No way. No freaking way!" I cried out in

    excitement.

    "Yes way, son, she's all yours," my mom replied.

    "We thought as you'll be going to college soon, you'll

    be needing some transport. She's got a few thousand miles already logged on the
    clock, but she's in good condition," my dad added.

    "Oh my god you guys, I'm stunned. I can't believe it. I

    can't wait to show Mads."

    As if she heard her name, my phone chimed from my pocket. I

    took it out and there was a message from Madison.

    "I'm back, can't wait to see you. x."

    Followed quickly by a second message,

    "Happy birthday BTW x."

    I looked up from my phone and at my parents.

    "It's from Madison, she's back."

    "Go on, go see your girlfriend."

    I hugged them both tightly and hurried to put my trainers on,

    before jumping into my new car.

    I waved to my parents, who were still standing by the front

    door and reversed out of the drive and made my way to Madison's.

    I couldn't believe it - I've got a car, freedom!

    Needless to say, I got to her house in record time.

    As I parked outside, I pulled out my phone and quickly

    messaged Madison.

    "I'm outside, come see me x."

    I waited a moment, and watched as the front door opened and

    Madison appeared.

    I beeped the horn and she came running towards the car. She

    was wearing a low cut, knee length floral summer dress, that rippled in the
    breeze as she ran. She looked stunning.

    I quickly got out of the car to meet her, and she jumped on

    me, wrapping her legs around my waist and gave me a massive kiss.

    I spun her around, before lowering her back to her feet.

    "I've missed you!"

    "I've missed you too, babe," I replied.

    "Don't tell me this is yours?" Madison asked,

    looking past me and at the car.

    "It most certainly is. What do you think?" I said

    proudly.

    "I love it! So, you going to take me for a ride or

    what?"

    I raised an eyebrow, and she knew exactly what I meant and

    playfully slapped me on the arm.

    "Come on then, get in."

    Madison hurried over to the opposite side of the car and got

    in the passenger seat.

    "Let's go," she said drumming on the dashboard.

    "Go where?" I asked.

    "Anywhere, just drive, babe."

    I put the car in to drive and drove off. I wasn't sure

    exactly where I was going, we were just cruising around and catching up.

    Madison played with the radio, finding us some good music to

    listen to, before telling me all about her holiday, what she got up to and how
    much she enjoyed seeing her relatives.

    It was so good to hear her talk and to be around her again.

    Her being away, was like a part of me was missing.

    "I'm so glad you're back." I said glancing across

    to her and smiling. I felt whole again.

    "A week was too long," she replied, affectionately

    stroking my thigh and leaving her hand there.

    "Why don't we take the scenic route, here take a left

    up here," she then suggested.

    The road slowly transitioned from a built-up urban area to a

    more country route. The rows of houses were soon replaced with rows of tall
    trees.

    I felt Madison's hand slowly move its way up my leg. My eyes

    darted between the road and her hand.

    "I think, if I remember correctly, we have some

    unfinished business to take care of," she said, her hand now resting over
    my crotch.

    "Oh, we do, don't we," I replied.

    "We do," she replied smiling.

    She glanced back at the seats behind us, the windows blacked

    out with privacy glass.

    "Why don't you pull over? Look, there's a little side

    road there, in between those trees."

    I indicated to turn, not sure why, considering there were no

    other cars to be seen. We continued down a small dirt road before eventually
    reaching an opening in a secluded spot and parked.

    The trees towered all around us, and with the engine off,

    you could hear all the birds chirping in the background.

    We both took a moment to admire the tranquility of our

    surroundings before turning to look at each other.

    Before we knew it, our heads had drifted towards each other,

    and we began to make out. Our hands scouring each other s bodies.

    Madison stopped kissing.

    "So, how about we christen this thing. Back seat?"

    I gave her a big smile and nodded. We both quickly got out

    of the car to fold our seats down, so we could get in the back.

    As I settled onto the back seat, Madison swiftly went for my

    trouser button, opening them with an intensity I had never seen before.

    She helped me pull my trousers and underwear as far as my

    knees, before grabbing my cock and fondling it, working it to get me hard.

    There wasn't that much room in the back, so I found myself

    wedged tightly in the corner. Madison, however, went low, her head now in my
    lap as she started to suck my cock.

    I held onto to the back of head, as her mouth slid from top

    to bottom.

    "Umm, Fuck, this feels so good." I murmured

    softly.

    This was so fucking hot, she was really going for it.

    Swapping between her mouth and her hands.

    She stopped abruptly.

    "Here, sit in the middle."

    She stood up as best she could, her head hitting the roof as

    she hunched over, before lifting up her dress and pulling her panties down. I
    helped her step out of them, then as soon as her legs were free, she straddled
    me sliding her knees as far apart as she could, lowering herself on to my cock.

    I couldn't see anything as her dress covered everything, but

    I could sure as fuck feel it. Her mound was moist as my head pushed apart her
    lips. She teased me for a moment, riding just the tip. Then lowering herself
    down further. I could feel I was completely inside of her now.

    She gasped with pleasure, reaching out on to the back seat

    head rests and grabbing them, allowing her to rock on my lap.

    "Umm, that feels so good, babe. I've missed your cock

    so much."

    I slipped my hands under her dress and grabbed on to her ass

    and let her ride me. The car started to gently rock as she started to ride me
    harder and the windows began to mist up, from all the heavy breathing.

    "God, you feel so good inside of me. Do you like it

    when I ride your thick cock."

    "I love it, your cunt feels so wet." I replied.

    This was all Madison now; she was running the show. I

    watched her face constantly change, one moment she'd close her eyes and bite
    her bottom lip, then her mouth would open as if she wanted to scream and then
    she'd open her eyes and look directly at me, giving me a look I knew meant she
    loved me.

    "Umm, I'm gonna cum," she whispered out between labored

    breaths.

    "Cum inside me, babe. I want your cum inside me."

    She let out a cry, a combination of my cock swelling, and

    her muscles constricting was enough for us to orgasm together. My cock pulsed
    inside of her, unloading my warm seed, she groaned with every pulse. Finally,
    she put her hands on each side of my face and kissed me, sucking on my tongue,
    before pulling away.

    "Happy Birthday, babe," she whispered.

    I sat there stunned. The sex, the dirty talk, was so fucking

    hot it blew me away.

    Madison climbed off me and put her panties back on, while I

    lifted my hips and backside to pull up my underwear and trousers.

    Madison sat beside me, and I put my arm around her.

    "Now that you have a car, we should go somewhere,"

    she suggested, affectionately stroking my thigh and leaning into me.

    "Definitely, where do you want to go?" I asked.

    "Ooh, I just remembered. When I was away, I talked to

    one of my uncles, and he mentioned having a cabin or lodge that I could borrow
    anytime. It sounded really nice."

    "Okay, well, if you sort it out with him, we can go

    away for the weekend."

    "We can even ask Becky and her new boyfriend Ryan if

    they want to come. Unless you want it to be just the two of us?"

    "I don't mind."

    "You've not met Ryan yet, have you?"

    "No, not yet. What's he like?"

    "I've only met him a couple of times, but he seems

    okay. Becky is absolutely smitten with him. I think since our little group
    session and finding a boyfriend, she's in a really good place now."

    "Good, I'm glad she's happy."

    "Okay then, leave all the arrangements to me."

    "Sorted."

    We stayed a little longer before heading back to Madison's

    house.

    Over the next few days, Madison made a few phone calls and

    managed to arrange everything for this coming weekend. We were all going to
    meet at Madison's and from there, it would be a five or so hour drive to her
    uncle's cabin.

    Finally, Friday arrived, and I packed my bag with everything

    I thought I'd need for the trip. Madison and I also went shopping for supplies,
    to make sure we were set for things like food and toiletries and I made sure
    the car was topped up with a full tank.

    We arranged to meet at 4pm, and I pulled up outside

    Madison's house at 3:55pm.

    I got out of the car and went to knock on her door. Madison

    answered and greeted me with a kiss.

    "Hey babe, all set?" I greeted.

    "Yep, got my

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About My First Time

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Tales of experiencing that first time. Some of them may be true.