"What?"
"It is OK, Queen Valentina. We are accustomed to helping one bathe. We assisted the late Queen Aisla on all her baths." I must admit that it felt good. Maza's hands were washing my breasts, which were the size of modest cantaloupes. Dionna attended to my hair, and it never before felt fresher.
"You are ready, General Valentina. Now stand, we have a few final preparations for you." I nodded, almost regretting leaving the water. I looked at the water's color and never realized how dirty I must have been; this must be what it is like to be a newborn. "Now, please open your legs, General".
I did as they requested, and was then surprised to see the razor in Dionna's hand. Maza took some soap and carefully smeared it all around the hair covering my fleshy scabbard, after which Dionna used the razor to remove all the hair there.
"What...is this?"
"Relax, this is completely normal. This ensures your cleanliness." They finished drying me, and gave me a robe of the richest scarlet. "Now, wear this."
"But my tunic..."
"...Is in seriously need for a washing. Trust us, General Valentina, all you need is this robe. Now, time to rejoin the King."
***
"Welcome back, Valentina." King Ambrose was sitting upon his chamber bed.
"That was an odd experience milord."
"You do feel better, do you not?"
"Well, yes...I guess I am not used to the finer things in life. Maybe it is not for me."
"Yes, it is for you, as is your due. Now, stand before me."
I did as he requested. I could not help but shiver. Something told me that an event I would never forget was about to took place; I could not have been more right.
"Now, this new task I have for you will consume the rest of your life." He noted that I trembled when he said that. "But the rewards for success are far greater than any save the goddesses have received. Of all the women in all creation, I feel that only you could accomplished it." I could not help but blush. "But first, to see if you are ready. Now... disrobe."
"Dis...robe?"
"You heard me. Do it. Trust me."
I thought I was blushing before, but now all the crimson of my blood was flowing unto my skin. But, an order from my King was an order I must oblige, so I disrobed, with nothing but my scarlet tresses covering me.
"Quite promising," Ambrose admitted, admiring my features. I noticed him appreciating my cantaloupe-like breasts. For some reason, I started to feel a trickle of fluid dripping from me. I knew it was neither water nor urine, but I had no idea what it could be.
"Milord, I feel so embarrassed."
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are the pinnacle of feminine fitness, a model to which all the women of the kingdom should aspire to." He paused. "I see Maza and Dionna did a good job with her hair...in both locales." I blushed more. "You are rather cute when you blush."
"The 'Maiden Conqueror' shouldn't be cute."
"Yes she should...to her King at least. Now, place your fists and knees onto the mattress; I must...continue my examination."
I did as requested. I suddenly realized that from behind my fleshy scabbard was exposed, and that was where King Ambrose was.
"Yes, very promising." With his fingers he was starting to probe my fleshy scabbard...what sort of mission requiring the rest of my life could require such an examination. I could not help but jump when his finger began to enter me. "Yes, you are indeed a virgin...a maiden conqueror in fact as well as name."
He continued his ministrations. He rubbed his finger around and around my fleshy scabbard. My embarrassment was beginning to turn into something else. I was not sure just what as yet, but it felt different. It was starting to feel...good? That was when a second finger found its way to the small equivalent of a man's sword of the flesh that I, as a woman, had. He briefly removed his hand, and curiously licked both fingers, before returning his fingers to the now quite warm nether regions of my body.
"Eeeeek!" I could not help but squeal. King Ambrose was working me over quite nicely with his fingers. I lost all control of my legs, as they were jumping on their own volition. "Oh, goddesses, what are doing to me?"
In answer to me, he flipped me onto my back and spread my legs, with himself in between. "Only what you deserve." I bent my head to discover something. King Ambrose's own sword of the flesh was revealed, standing at attention. I was just beginning to consider whether I should fight the King, when any thoughts of such were forever gone when his sword of flesh pierced my maiden shield, forever rendering it as the symbol of his manhood entered my symbol of womanhood.
"GODDESS!!!" I have felt pain before, but not like this. It was different. It was indescribable. After a few minutes of his sword of flesh feeling itself in my scabbard he bent down, surprising me by laying his lips upon mine.
"Shh," said the King lightly to my ear. But how could I be quiet when the one thing I swore would never happen has happened. My king's fleshy sword has broken my maiden shield. I am no longer the maiden conqueror; I am now just a maiden conquered.
Then slowly another realization came to me...this was starting to feel really good. His manhood was filling me up nicely. Only later I realized the sounds I heard that were so familiar, the sounds of a female being penetrated that I was accustomed to hearing in my childhood, was being voiced by myself. I forgot all except the name of the man who was doing this... this wonderful thing to me.
"AMBROSE!!!"
"VALENTINA!!!"
With our mutual screaming of each other's name, I felt a gush of something enter my sweet feminine scabbard. The feeling was a rush. We looked into each other's eyes, and I saw nothing but contentment. Ambrose laid a pillow underneath my rear, which stopped the white fluids I saw from falling onto bed, but instead kept it within me. He kissed me, and then we mutually felled asleep.
***
"Wake up, my love. It is almost the time of the day's zenith."
I awakened. I saw that I was under the soft covers of King Ambrose bed, with the King beside me.
"Milord, why did you treat me so?"
"You seemed to enjoy myself."
"But, King Ambrose..."
"For you, just 'Ambrose' will do."
"Ambrose, why despoil me?"
"I did not despoil you. I gave you the attention a man gives a woman."
"But, now I am no longer the 'Maiden Conqueror'. You need a Maiden Conqueror, don't you."
"The enemy is defeated. I have no longer a need for a Maiden Conqueror." He paused. "What I need is a Queen who can bare strong, healthy children. Such a Queen must also be rejoiced by the kingdom." He took a hold of a ring of rubies and diamonds. "There is such a thing as romantic love. When I first heard of you I was fascinated. Please take this ring as consent to be my bride, the new Queen of Chrysanthemum."
I was stunned, and knew of only one course of action. I took the ring and placed it on finger. Then I kissed him as I fondled his manly sword of flesh.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Yes. By the Goddesses, yes." I bent down and took his manhood into my mouth, showing him the attention he so deserved. It was, in a way, sweet revenge, as he trembled the same way I trembled when he fingered me earlier. The tip of his flesh sword felt so good rubbed all within my mouth. I gently began to play with his fleshy rocks below. It was not long before he emitted more of that wonderful white fluid into my mouth.
"Wow!" Ambrose was speechless. "That was wonderful. However, we are now running behind time. Quick, don these white gowns. We must go to the courtyard; the bishop is awaiting, as are our subjects."
"Waiting?"
"I had planned all along for us to be wed this day."
We quickly dressed and went outside. The wedding ceremony was beautiful. Perhaps there is such things as romantic love, and the only thing I ever thought was a sillier idea...happy endings. For until the end of time, in this kingdom the day will be known as the day where romantic love is possible. But in the Kingdom of Chrysanthe
mum there is no holiday known as the Feast of Eros. The King and his kingdom simply named it...Valentina's Day.
The End.
If It Resonates
It's 8 PM and my last student is out the door.
My husband and I are both musicians. He plays with a band three or four nights a week, and I give piano lessons here in our house. Music has been good to us, and good for us. We enjoy the esthetics of the art; and we've been fortunate enough to be able to make a comfortable living doing what we like to do. Our life styles and our passions have resonated well together.
It is Friday evening. And like most Fridays, Jim is out playing his horn at a dance. Generally it's a wedding – or sometimes two – on a Saturday. Fridays are often proms or reunions, or company awards banquets, or some sort of formal event.
I'm not convinced that Jim has seen the pattern. Almost every Friday Jim comes home all sexed up and ready to rock. I think that his spending the entire night watching women who are all dressed up and looking good gets his juices flowing.
I can't say that I'm disappointed with his behavior. It's nice to be wanted. I've always tried to look good for Jim. He sees women looking their best at his gigs. When he comes home, I want him to like what he sees.
I turn 38 years old next month. I'm satisfied with what I see when I look in the mirror. I should. I work hard at my appearance. Daily exercising has kept my body well toned. My double D tits are starting to sag a bit, but they still point straight ahead. When they begin to point at my toes, I'll investigate a boob job. Until then, everything is all natural!
"Good night, Tom. I'll see you next week at the same time. And work on that Bach etude," I said as he left. Closing the door behind him with my left hand, I began unbuttoning my shirt with my right.
My Friday night routine was well rehearsed. I would get out of my clothes and into a comfortable robe. Snack on a bowl of Cheerios while watching an hour of television, then shower and get ready for Jim's arrival.
The comfortable robe was selected by season. In the winter, I usually elected to cuddle up in a plush red robe that fell to my ankles. Tonight, though was a delightful spring evening, warm and inviting. I elect to wear only a silk kimono with a hem about half way up the thigh. The silk against my otherwise nude body is enticing. As the silk rubs across my nipples, they stand up like brand new pencil erasers.
The ringing of the front door bell startled me, and I spilled some of the Cheerios as they streamed into my bowl.
"Who could that be?" I wondered aloud and headed for the door. Pulling the lace curtain back from the window, I saw Tom with a sheepish look on his face. I opened the door a bit.
"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Silva, but I can't locate my car keys. I'm hoping I dropped them in here at the piano bench."
"Come in, Tom, and let's have a look around."
Tom has been my student for over ten years. He started as Tommy. Now he is in his second year at the community college. Sometimes I forget just how grown he is.
As he entered through the door, I very distinctly noted his gaze drinking in my exposed cleavage.
I led the way to the piano studio. I could feel his eyes burning into my ass as he followed. Yes, he certainly has grown up.
I opened the French doors to the studio and stood back as Tom brushed past me. We stood in the relative dark for a moment.
"Let me get the light," I said.
I reached up to pull the chain on the overhead ceiling fan light. As the light snapped on, I realized that my reaching up pulled the hem of my robe up enough to allow my ass to peek out. I distinctly heard a low moan from Tom's throat.
It is time to make a decision. Right now. Either recover and be the respectable teacher, or continue with the scenario and try a bit of seduction. I've never before cheated on Jim, so maybe this once is forgiveable.
I can feel adrenaline start to flow. My breathing is becoming slightly more rapid, my pulse is increasing, and I'm amazed to acknowledge that I can feel my pussy becoming moist with desire. Decision made. Tonight Tom gets to play a new chord.
"Where do you think you may have lost your keys?" I ask.
"Not sure. Perhaps around the piano bench somewhere."
Tom drops to his hands and knees and looks around on the floor. I approach him as close as I can, knowing that the view up my kimono is a tempting treat for him.
"See anything?" I ask.
The silence is a little uncomfortable.
"Tom?"
"Well, I don't see the keys, if that's what you're asking."
"Let me help."
I drop to my hands and knees with him and we crawl around under the piano for a bit. With each movement, the robe parts slightly, exposing more and more of my breasts. Soon, the right breast is completely exposed.
"I don't see the keys, Tom"
I begin to stand. My thought is to leave the one breast exposed and see how Tom reacts. But things moved along a bit more quickly. As I stand upright, the silk cord on my kimono becomes entangled on the foot pedal of the baby grand piano. By the time I stand completely, my robe is open. My breasts are standing out, and my carefully trimmed pussy is glistening in its own dampness.
Tom sits up on his knees, drinking in the view.
I move directly in front of him, pushing my pussy into his face, and enthusiastically placing his hands on my ass.
"Lick me, eat me!"
Tom obeyed. With eagerness.
I can feel the juices flow within me. As Tom explores all the folds and crevices with his tongue, I push hard against his face and force the hot blood to circulate harder and faster all around my ass, my thighs, and my pussy. I can feel the crescendo of fire and juice. I sit on the edge of the bench, arch my back to thrust out my wet sex, and anticipate the explosion.
And explode I do. I lay there, clutching the bench, gasping for breath and feeling my love juices sear my thighs. In all my thirty-eight years, I have never felt a climax as complete and as shattering as this one.
As I continue to drink in the experience, I hear Tom's belt and jeans hit the floor. At the same time, I feel my ankles grasped and my legs lifted into the air, parting my thighs as they rose.
And then Tom's shaft is inside of me, gliding a deep rhythm in my well-lubricated love tunnel. Slowly, the rhythm takes over my body, and I join in the thrusting.
His excited steel rocks inside me. I feel a secondary rhythm as his blood pulsed in his ever-hardening cock. My own blood heats and circulates at its private excited rate as my pussy walls contract and relax, gnashing hungrily at Tom's invasion with yet another rhythm.
The stimulating syncopation is the ultimate in sexuality. Simultaneously, Tom's nozzle uncorks more white-hot steaming fluid than I would have believed possible from one pair of balls.And my clit releases a shuddering, shivering climax in my vagina and the surrounding muscles that change the concept of finale for me forever.
Tom now stands, withdrawing his spent tool. Slowly, he raises me up to the sitting position and puts his arm around me. Nuzzling his lips against my neck he speaks.
"You taught me if that if two notes resonate, the resulting chord is a pleasant sensation. I think our notes resonated."
I moaned in agreement, still sensing the ebbing resonation.
"Next week, my teacher, we'll try something different. You'll eat me. Then we'll make more music.
"Next week?"
I need to regain control here.
I reach down to his equipment. Slowly stroking him, I feel him gradually respond to my overtures.
With Tom standing now, I slip to my knees and suck his balls into my mouth, turning them over each other with my busy tongue. I slide my hand back and forth along his hardening cock while my mouth plays its harmony.
I taste a mixture of him and me on his balls. It is an erotic taste with a strange sense of accomplishment blended with a sense of anticipation.
I keep Tom standing there and resume my seat on the piano bench. His stiff cock aligns right to my cle
avage. I reach around Tom and pulled him towards me. Then, reaching up, I cup my tits in my hands and squeeze them around his surprised cock. I rock his world for him.
Soon, I replace my left hand with his right hand. I hold one tit, he the other. I continue to fuck his cock with my deep cleavage.
With my free hand, I grasp his ass and pulled him closer and closer. Slowly, I trace the rim of his hole with my finger.
The effect is immediate. He shoots a second steaming load all over my tits. I rub the hot liquid into my skin, pausing occasionally to lick a puddle off his dick. I lock my eyes on his, smiling.
No doubt, I have regained control. But also no doubt, I have control of a situation that is foreign to me. Where am I to take this?
"Next week, Tom, you will respond to my composition. I will sit on your face and you will eat me until I am satisfied. And then I will take out your metronome and push it inside of me. I will ride it with my rhythms, my music, until I feel my whole world resonate."
"Time for you to go now."
I watch as Tom pulls on his jeans, buckles his belt, plunges his had into his right front pocket and extracts his keys.
I kiss him good night.
I return to the kitchen, grab a broom to sweep up some runaway Cheerios, and Jim bounds in the back door.
Right there, he lifts me up, places me on my back on the kitchen floor, pauses for a moment to nibble on a nipple, and then plunges his cock deep into me.
"I feel very welcome in there tonight, " says Jim. "You're wet and ready. Been thinking about me?"
"Make me resonate. Please make me resonate."
The End.
Pushing
Jessie gave herself a final once-over in the full length mirror; it was vital that she looked her best. Today was the day she was going to go all out for Martin, she knew he would be at the fete, and this time she wasn't going to stop until he came home with her. It seemed like years that she had been flirting with him, and getting nowhere. And every time he turned her down she wanted him more. She fantasised about him, and no-one else. Just imagining sliding her hands under his shirt was enough to get her wet, and if she imagined him reciprocating, freeing her breasts from blouse and bra, flicking her nipples with his tongue...well, once she started thinking like that it didn't take long before her own fingers were pushing into her pussy, as she imagined they were his finger, or his tongue, or his cock. She had had some great orgasms that way. There was no denying it. But she wanted the real thing too. Even if it was almost bound to be disappointing. She just had to have him.
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