by J K Chubbs
Their hands were hard and coarse, though not as much as a man’s. Their touch felt good on her body and she welcomed it, moaning softly and spreading herself out for them. They were laughing and murmuring in their own language, though Bella could determine the nature of their conversation. The language of love and lust needed no interpretation anywhere in the wide world. She reached out to caress their large breasts and smiled at them, they returned her smile and their hands moved over the more sensitive parts of her eager body. She understood that the two of them, wives of Jarl Jorgen, were getting her ready for him to fuck her. This was something new and strange to her, and the perverse nature of it only served to heighten her own arousal. She arched her back and moaned out loud as one of the Jarl’s women slipped a finger into her moist pussy. The other one leaned over her from the front and kissed her aching breasts. Bella reached up and grabbed the large breasts of the one kissing her own breasts and squeezed on one and sucked on the other one’s taut nipple. If the Jarl walked in now, she was sure he would be ragingly hard enough to fuck all three of them together, and that indeed seemed to be the purpose of this heathen ritual.
The one playing with her pussy called the other one Astrid and said something in their tongue. Astrid nodded and began kissing Bella’s neck and breasts with more passion. The other one, Jaseka, slid down between her spread legs and started kissing her all over her inner thighs. Bella had never been kissed in this way before, the two pairs of lips on her feverish body took her to heights of pleasure she had never known, and the anticipation of more to come filled her with an excitement that was most indescribable.
Jaseka moved up her thighs, kissing her fervently all over her sensitive skin, coming ever so close to her quivering pussy. Astrid began to move lower, kissing her breasts again, teasing her erect nipples with her teeth, and then going lower and planting kisses on her trembling belly.
Both women reached her pussy together, from above and below, and their tongues and lips went to work. Astrid teased her throbbing clit as Jaseka stuck her tongue deep into her soppy slit. Bella found Astrid’s wet pussy hovering over her astonished face. She had never seen another woman’s naked pussy before, let alone one so close to her face. The scent of the woman’s arousal instilled a raging fire of passion in her, even as the two talented mouths tortured her enflamed pussy.
She gave into temptation and stuck out her tongue, tasting a woman for the first time in her life. She liked what Astrid offered, and drove her tongue further on, making the tall woman moan into her own pussy. Bella squirmed as the two tongues lapped at her with ferocious intensity, making her belly heave and fall. She cried out loud as an orgasm more intense than she could remember shook her like a leaf in a hurricane. Her moans and whimpers were muffled by Astrid’s hot pussy over her face and she reached up and stuck a finger into the woman’s asshole. Astrid stiffened and moaned loudly. She felt the taller woman jerk over her, and then the unmistakable gush of her orgasm came splashing over her surprised face. Bella loved it, the taste and the sensation of another woman’s orgasm all over her face. She licked her lips and kept lashing her tongue at the gushing pussy over her.
Jaseka said something and the two women released her and moved away. A sense of being rejected overcame Bella, she felt empty and abandoned. Looking up, she saw that Jarl Jorgen had entered the room. A thrill course through her as she noted his keen eyes taking an intense tour of her naked and aroused body. He sported a huge bulge under his breeches as his two wives busied themselves removing all of his clothing.
Bella almost choked on her own gasp as the Jarl stood naked before her. Never had she seen a man look so, well, manly. Every part of him was rugged, savage, earthy and so brazenly natural. Nothing about him had the preening, pretentious posturing of the men she had known all her life back home. This here was a force of nature, a man to rule over men and women, a man to rule over her.
She watched with lust brazenly burning in her eyes as Astrid and Jaseka removed all of his clothes and fawned over the monstrous thing dangling between his legs. That was a cock that even horses would shy away from. Bella had her fair share of cocks, in all sizes and manner, and this beast; it overshadowed them all in length and girth by a mile. All she could think of was how good it would be to have that thing buried deep in her, throbbing and pumping, making her orgasm on and on all through the night.
Astrid and Jaseka went to work on his cock, stroking and kissing it in turns. They knelt down on either side of him as his large hands caressed their fiery blond heads. Bella had never seen others in the act of sex ever before and she watched with bated breath at the performance unfolding before her. Her belly clenched and her pussy throbbed, the aching in her breasts was unbearable. She drank in the spectacle before her with lust filled eyes and licked her lips with a hunger most profane.
Jorgen grunted as his cock rose to its full potential, sticking out like a spear. Jaseka had the entire cockhead inside her mouth, and Astrid sucked on one of her husband’s oversized testicles. Together they gave Bella a first hand lesson on how to pleasure a real man. The two of them slobbered their hungry lips on each side of his massive girth, kissing and licking all along the surging length. Then Astrid lay down on the bed and Jaseka climbed on top of her. The two women began kissing each other on the mouth, and then to Bella’s astonishment, Jorgen pushed his cock in between their hungry lips.
The huge cock slid in and out of the two mouths, gleaming with their saliva and its own precum. Bella crawled over for a closer look, her hands frantically exploring her own dripping arousal. Their moans and grunts filled her with passion and lust like never before and she craved for that cock more and more. She watched as it slid in and out, occasionally slipping entirely into the mouth of each woman, making a nice bulge against their flushed cheek. Oh, how she wished she was one of those two lucky women. She whimpered pleadingly, lying back and spreading herself, offering herself, all of her, to the man-god standing before her getting his monstrous cock prepared for her by two women.
Finally the women moved away and the Jarl took a step toward her. She reached out at him, begging, pleading to be ravaged by him. Her eyes burned into him with unrefined, naked lust. His two wives had done their best in getting her more aroused than she had ever been in her young life and she was more than ready to be impaled on the monstrous thing that twitched before her eyes.
Her puffed lips parted and her tongue flicked out as her eyes feasted on his enormous erection. She longed for a taste of it, to feel the pulsing heat inside her mouth, but Jorgen seemed to be interested only in the dripping cavern between her sexy legs. He was suddenly upon her, grabbing her ass roughly and lifting her up. He placed the thick, throbbing cockhead on the yawning lips of her worked up pussy. The soft and pliant flesh stretched and softened by the wiggling tongues of Astrid and Jaseka gave in without a fight as he thrust his thick cock into her in one savage motion. His thickness filled her just the way she and always dreamt of, to the point of bursting and she savored the sensation, letting the utter pleasure of it ease away the blazing need in her significantly.
“Oh, Jorgen… my lord and master.” Bella moaned and clawed at his dense muscular body. “Your impressive organ is taking me to heaven… oh, lord, you are so fucking big… oh, fuck me, fuck me hard.”
“Ah, Bella… ouy era eht tcefrep evals…” Jorgen grunted as he pushed his entire length into her.
His large hands squashed her soft buttocks roughly as he lifted her up and pushed all of his dense hardness deep into her welcoming pussy. She felt no pain, only pleasure with his foot and half long weapon of love tearing all the way into her stretched hole, made all the more pliable by the loving ministrations of his devoted wives. She bucked her hips up as he lifted her butt higher, burying himself up to the root. Bella’s entire body weight rested on her shoulders as Jorgen stood up and began to slide his enormous cock in and out of her. She looked at Astrid and Jaseka as they watched, pleased at the way they had prepared her for Jorgen.
She was forced to look away as Jorgen stood upright with her still impaled on his cock. She was lifted off the bed and was upside down, giddiness and excitement filling her mind. She gasped when he thrust his hips forward hard and lifted her up into a sitting position facing him. The Jarl’s powerful legs flexed hard, the dense muscles rippling as he continued to fuck her in this new and powerful position she had never experienced before. Jorgen was showing her why he was the Jarl, being the mightiest one among his people as he bounced her hard on his cock in this standing position.
Bella threw her arms around his thick neck, grabbing fistfuls of his dense dark hair. She kissed him hungrily, his bristling beard tickling her lips. She had never felt this way before. Sex was never this good and she knew it could only get better. This was different and so much more liberating. This turned her into a completely different animal, the one that was always within her, caged and waiting for release. She felt possessed, by her lust and her body’s need. This was exactly the kind of man she had been waiting for, a real man to give her the satisfaction she truly deserved.
Jorgen was panting now as he slammed into her, bouncing her up and down over his immense thighs. He had the stamina of a workhorse. He said something to her, making the two women watching laugh and clap.
“What ever it was that you said there, Jarl…” Bella said, amidst gasps of pleasure. “…is fine by me, as long as you keep fucking me with your enormously satisfying cock.”
“Aahh, Bella… ekat ym dees, ouy evah denrae ti.” Jorgen grunted, bending his knees and jerking upright with more force to his thrusts.
“Oohh, yes! Yes!” Bella moaned out loud. She didn’t understand what he said, but his meaning was clear. “Fill me with you potent seed… fill me… ooohhhh!”
Jorgen’s monster cock plunged deeper within her, throbbing and growing thicker. Bella gave in to her second powerful orgasm of the night. She hugged Jorgen’s neck and whimpered, wiping her tears and saliva on his rough dark beard. Jorgen laughed as her body trembled in ecstasy against his. He dropped to his knees and lay her down on the bed again, taking the normal coital position. He ground his hips into her with more drive and power, making her gasp with each slamming thrust. Astrid and Jaseka moved in on either side of her, each taking a swollen nipple into her mouth. That drove Bella over the brink and her body caved in. She lost track as her body surrendered to a chain of back to back orgasms, making her lose all sense of time and place.
Then suddenly the giant fucking her grunted with more intensity and began saying something, pressing her down under his immense bulk. Bella’s mind reeled in a haze of pleasure; she heard his voice, not understanding his words. It was his cock that filled her senses and she wanted to feel him explode within her and fill her with what she was craving for ever since she saw him.
Jorgen’s vast size went stiff. His naked buttocks clenched hard and he pushed his monstrous cock in deeper. She felt his thickness increase, almost tearing her apart with his imminent release. She gasped out loud again and again as he let himself go. Hot spurts of his exploding seed gushed rapidly, flooding her belly. She felt every hot and heavy drop, every erupting spatter of his release and it sent her mind on a trip bordering on insanity. The man seemed inexhaustible as his monster cock emptied precious and fertile juice deep into her, going on and on with the cheers of his applauding wives.
Then finally, Jorgen was spent. Slowly his cock eased its way out of her and he fell back to lie on the bed, his erection still pointing upward. Bella moaned and stretched her body, never had she been so satisfied in her life. Astrid moved in over her, going to work with her lips and tongue, getting every little drop of the Jarl’s cum off her tingling pussy and quivering belly. Jaseka did the same for Jorgen as she slobbered all over his depleted cock, getting it cleaned and ready for more. Bella knew there was going to be more, much more, but right then she was exhausted. The weariness of her travel, the importance of adjusting to a new life, and the satisfaction that she enjoyed just then culminated to make her give in to the warm, comforting embrace of sleep and the blissful dreams it promised.
“You have done very well, my lady.” Sinead’s voice made her look up.
It was morning; the sun was up outside, pale and weak. Sinead was standing above her, looking down. The woman had a smile on her otherwise dour face and Bella could see that she was quite a beauty. She wondered what made Sinead so grim all the time.
“I have? …so what happens now?” She sat up and stretched. She was not in the room where she had fallen asleep, the one where she had been pleasured the night before. Someone must have carried her out of there and brought her here to what was probably the slave’s quarters.
“Jarl Jorgen was more than pleased with you, as were his wives.” Sinead went on. “You are no longer a slave, and come the next festival of the gods; the Jarl will make you his thirteenth bride.”
“Thirteenth?” She smiled with a wide eyed expression. “Well, better than being a slave, I suppose.”
“Yes, much better.” Sinead nodded. “And before I forget… the Jarl has sent a gift for you.”
“For me?” She looked surprised. “What ever can it be?”
“Your very own slave…” The woman gave her another smile. “…to do with as you please.”
“A slave… for me?” She couldn’t believe her ears.
“Yes, for you. One from your own land” Sinead said and called out. “Eustace, come in.”
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Story Seventeen
Chapter 1
I had always been a little detached. I didn’t want to get in the game. I was happy being on the side lines. I think that’s why I got into photography. I love to watch a scene unfold and try to capture the beauty, and I firmly believe that there is beauty in everything.
“We need to be at the airport by 3,” Stacey said as she came into the kitchen. I was busy making eggs. She poured herself a bowl of granola. She was always worried about her figure. It was perfect, she had a tiny little waist, and c-cup breasts, and her butt was so firm and round. Stacey loved to do squats in the gym.
I watched her bring the spoon up to her mouth. I was jealous of the spoon as it touched her full pouty lips. “What are you doing?” Stacey laughed as she caught me watching her. “You’re such a little pervert.”
“I like to watch you eat,” I sighed.
“Where was all this sexual energy last night,” Stacey groaned as she pointed down at the tent in my pajama pants. I shrugged; I didn’t know how to answer. It had only happened a few times, but every now and again I couldn’t perform in the bedroom. It had nothing to do with Stacey, she was perfect. “Do I need to start bringing cereal to bed?”
“Maybe, I mean it couldn’t hurt, right?” I looked down to see my eggs were burning. I had been lost on those luscious lips for far too long. I scooped the eggs onto a plate and ate them, even though they were terrible. Most of the egg was still stuck to the bottom of the pan. I was always struggling with staying in the moment.
“So when do you need to leave for work?” Stacey was quizzing me. She assumed I was going to forget everything she had said at the table that morning.
“3,” I sounded all cocky as I thought I was sure that I had heard that number this morning.
“We need to be at the airport for three,” Stacey laughed. “Don’t worry, I already told your assistant about our plans. Elisa is going to lead you through the day like always. What would you do without that girl?”
***
Work was going fine. My first two subjects were late, but that was fairly standard. I was billing the magazine by the hour anyway, so I didn’t really care when they showed up.
Elisa was keeping me posted on their whereabouts, and she was going to make sure I was on time to the airport. I adjusted the lighting and checked my lens for the third time.
When the subjects still hadn’t shown up I headed to the craft services table and got a bagel. I was standing there waiting for the toaster to pop when I felt a large hand clamp down on my shoulder.
“I heard you were heading out for a week or so?” It was Leonardo, an Italian underwear model. I had known him for a long time, but I had only been forced to talk to him after I started dating Stacey. Leonardo had done a few shoots with my wife, and he always seemed eager to talk about it.
“Yeah, we’re going on vacation,” I said with as much energy as I could muster. I always felt like he was actually stealing my energy from me as we talked. The more exhausted I seemed, the more energized he became. He was like an energy vampire.