I walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her as I kicked off my shoes. She looked so perfect and regal lying there, she could very well have been Sleeping Beauty herself come to life. Behind those closed lids I knew were eyes of the clearest deepest blue and her exquisite face was framed on each side by golden hair that looked like it may have been individually placed so as to be perfectly symmetrical and accentuate her splendour even more.
The bed creaked slightly when I lowered my weight on to it and swung my legs up so I was lying next to her. Up close her beauty proved to be no illusion of distance and my eyes glanced down to her full pink lips. I licked my own and slowly leaned over her until, with relish, I felt our lips touch and I was kissing a modern-day princess.
She tasted like strawberries, obviously some lip balm she was wearing, which caused a tingling sensation on my lips and smelled wonderful. I began kissing her deeper and deeper until her mouth was forced open and I slipped my tongue inside. Her own tongue was unresponsive, but I twirled mine around and played with it in the midst of our deep French kiss, as if she was kissing me back.
Pulling backwards, our lips came apart with a wet smacking sound and Princess Klara remained unmoving, almost as if frozen in time. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating, strawberries, soap, shampoo, perfume it was as if her smell was as well manicured as I’m sure her fingernails were. My cock had been stiffening since I first laid eyes on her and by this time it was caught in an uncomfortable position in my underwear.
With reluctance, I stood up again to remove my clothes, stripping down to nothing in almost record time. I climbed back on to the bed, kneeling beside the sleeping teen with my hard cock waving over her intimidatingly, already oozing the pre-cum inspired by her immaculate features and our deep kiss.
My hard dick twitched with every heavy thump of my heart as I gripped the covers that had thus far hidden Klara’s body from my eyes. Teasing myself, I pulled them down slowly, watching as her upper chest came into view and I could see a thin silky strap of some lingerie that tied somewhere behind her neck like a bikini top.
I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting her to wear for the evening, but as I pulled the blanket ever downwards I was most certainly not disappointed. My little princess was wearing some lacy white lingerie, her ample chest straining against the thin, patterned, material that covered her with two strips that tied on around her neck and was held in place also by a ribbon tied in a bow just below her breasts. She looked like a sexy present waiting to be opened.
The covers continued their expository downward journey, showing that the two bands of lace covering her breasts came together over her flat tummy and attached to what looked like the lingerie version of a mini skirt. It was really little more than a frill and barely covered whatever underwear she may or may not have been wearing to protect her royal slit from prying eyes.
Not wanting to move from my current vantage point, I threw the blankets down and off her incredibly long legs. Klara was approaching six feet tall, only a few inches shorter than myself, and her shapely thighs and calves seemed to go on forever.
I scanned her up and down, in disbelief for what was in front of me. She looked like something that couldn’t exist in real life, like an airbrushed centrefold model, or what Adam should have requested when he first spoke to God.
With a hand visibly shaking in anticipation I reached out and touched the bare skin between the twin swells of her breasts, which I could see rising and falling with each breath now that the covers were cast aside. They looked too perky for their size to be natural, but when I slid my hand sideways and cupped one, I knew I was holding one hundred percent Swedish princess. I should have had more faith.
I gave her tit a firm squeeze and released it, still hidden behind the veil of her lingerie, and watched the curve of her exposed flesh change and return to its natural state. Klara’s nipple was soft and unerect, I could just barely feel it with the tips of my fingers, my palm wasn’t sensitive enough to make the distinction. I mirrored the position with my other hand and pushed her breasts together, forming a long and deep channel at the centre of her chest.
A droplet of pre-cum fell from the tip of my cock and landed on Klara’s hand as I squeezed and massaged her breasts, getting to know them by feel before ever seeing them with my eyes. The sleeping blonde’s chest was more than a handful and the firm flesh bulged through my spread fingers as I did my best to hold as much of them as possible.
I carefully retracted my hands from under her lingerie and, with sexual anticipation that was making my cock absolutely ache for release already, I gently pulled the material to each side and let my eyes drink in the sight of her chest, each mound tipped with a pale pink nipple. I bent down and kissed them all over, paying special attention to her little pink tips and I soon had them hard, standing up straight as if seeking more attention.
Never in my life had I seen such exquisite breasts, and that’s saying something considering the endless images available online. I was only too happy to worship them with my lips, my tongue, exploring the private skin the sleeping royal had kept hidden from the public eye her whole life. Her breasts rose and fell in unchanging rhythm despite my careful devotion, but the hardening nipples and rising flush on her chest was evidence of her body’s unconscious pleasure.
Looking in the drawer of the bedside table I found what I had been told would be there, a tube of lubricant that I retrieved and placed on the bed next to the passed out blonde bombshell. I straddled Klara’s taut stomach and looked down at my prize, the pristine princess that was about to be turned into my own sex doll.
Taking my cock in my hand I touched the tip to one of her nipples and pulled back to watch the string of pre-cum stretch out between us and finally snap. I did the same for her other nipple, leaving a glistening drop on each of them, shining like beacons on top of twin mountains.
I returned my attentions to the first breast and slapped it with my hard dick, hearing the soft pattering sound over the music and seeing her soft mound ripple with the impact. I was sure this wasn’t how you were supposed to treat a princess, you were probably supposed to take off your hat, bow, call them ‘your majesty’ and so forth, not hit their tits with your rock-hard cock and leave drops and splatters of pre-cum everywhere. This was all kinds of forbidden, and I loved it.
The lingerie curved around the expanses of her breasts like slings, holding them closer than would strictly speaking be natural but I needed them to be pressed firmly together for what I had in mind. With some difficulty I managed to manoeuver Klara’s hands so that her fingers were interlaced with her palms squashing her breasts together and her elbows propped against the mattress.
She looked so sexy posed like that, like she was giving me a little show, drawing attention to how big and firm her breasts were, how good it would feel to slide my cock between them. On any other day she would be out of my league, out of almost anybody’s league, but this day she was all mine and her body was my playground.
With my cock lubricated to excess from the tube, I touched the tip to the underside of her breasts where they met to form incredibly deep cleavage and pushed forward. Her supple teen flesh pushed aside for my advancing erection, hugging it as it slid ever forward. I was in utter bliss, being pleasured on all sides by the large breasts of the unconscious princess.
The cleavage was lengthy and deep and I pushed forward slowly. The journey took a pleasurably long time before the head of my cock peeked out at the top, pointing ominously at her neck and face. I halted my movements for a moment, my mind almost blown away by the sexy sight beneath me.
It looked for all the world like Klara had wrapped her breasts around my cock herself and was giving me an expert tit wank. I could feel her heart pounding all around the shaft of my cock as the thumps seemed to reverberate gently through the softer flesh of her perky teen chest, it was unbelievable.
Eventually I pulled back and the head of my cock disappeared into the passed out teen’s
cleavage like one of those whack-a-mole things at the fairs. This felt a hell of a lot better than winning tickets I could spend on stuffed toys though. I began pumping back and forth between Klara’s tits, which held me firmly on either side, her hands stopped my cock from escaping the wonderfully pleasurable channel whenever my enthusiasm accidentally changed my angle of thrust and made my cock rise up between the beautiful mounds.
I’d never thought I’d be in bed with a girl so young with breasts so perfect for fucking and didn’t anticipate quite how good it would feel. I began breathing harder as the tingling sensation at the tip of my cock was fuelled with every lusty sawing motion of my cock between her tits. Looking down at my stiff dick popping out of her cleavage over and over again I thought about how incredible it would feel to give her a pearl necklace that could become part of the Swedish crown jewels.
The idea alone was almost enough to make me cover her in my hot seed, but even in the fog of my lust I knew that would be a waste of the opportunity I had. So, with a heavy heart consoled only by the promise of even better things to come, I pulled my erection out from between the sleeping girl’s breasts.
I pulled Klara’s hands apart and looked on wistfully as the cleavage disappeared to reveal a slick mess of lubricant between the magnificent curves. Her skin there was glowing slightly from the rubbing of my cock as if warmed by my shaft and I wondered to myself whether she had ever lowered herself to wrapping her big tits around a cock to get a guy off or if she was used to being ‘serviced’ and put on a pedestal. If that was the case, the tables were certainly going to be turned.
I shuffled backwards and adjusted my position to between Klara’s legs, pausing only momentarily to marvel at the fact that the fifth in line to the throne of a real live country had her legs spread before me. From this privileged vantage point I could see directly under the mini-skirt portion of her lingerie to the matching white panties, which appeared to be made of silk or satin.
My fingers curled around her underwear at the hips and I pulled downwards. The slippery material glided off her ass and down her legs, revealing Princess Klara’s pristine royal pussy set back in the shadows of the lingerie mini-skirt. The teen had super-model-long legs and I lifted them up and over my shoulders to get her panties completely off without having to change my position, there was nowhere else I’d rather have been at that moment.
The silky underwear flew through the air, they wouldn’t be needed anymore. I flipped the front of Klara’s skirt upwards and her carefully tended pussy basked in the soft light. A perfectly trimmed landing strip of blonde pubic hair sat neatly above the small pink petals of her labia.
I got down on my stomach with my face between her legs to admire her sex at close range while each breath caused a puff of hot air to hit it. It was a majestic sight, aside from the landing strip the rest of her pussy was entirely devoid of hair, leaving her pussy lips completely exposed to my gaze.
With some difficulty I planted each of her feet on either side of me, bending her knees and causing both legs to slump outwards, spreading her pussy. I placed my fingers on either side of her lips and spread her slit as wide as I could. There was no more invasive a view that could be had of the sleeping teen royal, her tight pink pussy laid open before me and I descended on it with hunger.
Without a slow build up I plunged my tongue as deep into her slit as I could, delving and exploring her most secret place. Never had the term ‘honey pot’ been more apt, she tasted like nectar of the Gods and I lapped her up like she was secreting the elixir of immortality. No small part of her labia escaped my eager tongue, and when I extended my tongue to its maximum depth I curled the end to lick at her walls, her pussy was incredible.
For the first time since I’d entered the room, the sleeping girl seemed to move of her own accord, her hips squirming as if trying to escape from the unknown slippery invader. It was no use though, in her unconscious state her movements were too weak. I wrapped my arms around her upper legs and held my hands together over her navel, effectively latching my mouth on to her sweet little slit.
Wherever she struggled my ceaselessly lapping tongue followed her effectively unprotected sex and it wasn’t long before Princess Klara’s body began to betray her. I transferred my attention to the unconscious teen’s clit and the confusion within her must have mounted in proportion to the pleasure, her body no longer knowing whether to try to escape or grind against me for the release of orgasm.
Royalty or not, she didn’t have a choice at that time, I was going to make her cum and then nothing could ever change that fact back. My tongue flicked over her sensitive little bud at a furious pace, my position still secured by my firm grip and soon, almost without warning, Klara’s abdominal muscles flexed and her head raised an inch or two off the pillow.
“Uuuuuhhhh!”
Klara moaned with inarticulate sleepy ecstasy and her stomach muscles began shuddering with the strain of the involuntary spasms brought about by what looked like an incredibly intense orgasm. Her lips parted and she let out several sexy high-pitched sounds that were somewhere between a yelp and a gasp, pulsing out in time with her trembling muscles.
A flush rose from her stomach blending in with the flush of her chest and rising to her pretty face as a wave of euphoria washed over her. Klara’s pussy juices were flowing such that my tongue couldn’t keep up with it and her slickness ran down my chin until, at last, the teen royal collapsed flat on the bed again and laid still.
She looked so peaceful again, she could have easily have been in the middle of a perfectly normal slumber. Her hair didn’t look so perfect anymore, it had a slightly mussed up look, which I felt somewhat privileged to have caused. My cock was slick with pre-cum and lube by this time and practically screaming for release, I wouldn’t deny it for much longer.
Finally, although briefly, breaking away and relenting my assault on her pussy I moved over her and rested my weight on the sleeping teen. My hard dick naturally aligned with her sex, like we were born to fuck each other, and the tip nudged at her sexy folds as I felt the lubricant from the earlier breast sex squelching between our respective chests.
It was an incredible feeling to feel her body lying under me, from where her spectacular breasts squashed against me, all the way down where our bellies touched as we breathed in and out and to where our legs intertwined with each other. I bent down and kissed the princess, giving the sleeping teen a taste of her own pussy, maybe even her first. My tongue penetrated her mouth deeply, pushing her flavour down her throat.
Without conscious thought my cock crept forward and, before I knew it, her soft pink petals were caressing the head and holding me in place. I extracted my tongue from Klara’s mouth and held on tight, not knowing quite how the passed out beauty would react to my next move.
With a single hard thrust I was buried to the hilt inside my Swedish fuck toy and she let out a sharp yelp right in my ear while trying to push me away. In her sleep she was unable to see where to put her hands, their untargeted flailing found no purchase and eventually calmed down. They thrashed with renewed vigour when I began mercilessly fucking the blonde teen’s pristine little pussy harder than it had ever been fucked before, I was sure.
Klara was no more able to dislodge my hard-thrusting cock than she was to shake off my flicking tongue, her dazed mind and body soon gave up resistance and accepted the powerful pounding. I could even hear her beginning to breathe heavier already as her body succumbed to its own primal needs and worked against what remained of her better judgement, doing what it could to extract my creamy cum, squeezing my shaft as it pumped in and out of her.
I was so fucking turned on that any thrust had the potential to be my last. I’d been restraining myself from any kind of sexual release for a couple of weeks, wanting to make this weekend count. It wasn’t easy, but when I had settled on my choice for this first night, I had all the motivation I needed. Princess Klara was going to get one of the biggest loads of semen I had ever produced in m
y life, the only question was where I was going to put it.
I released the now-unmoving girl and took my weight on to my hands, creating distance between our upper bodies. Without my chest holding them in place, her tits bounced and swayed wildly with each jack-hammering pump of my cock. Their frantic dance was mesmerising, the view combined with the sensation of her pussy squeezing my cock with all its might had me tipping over the edge of orgasm when Klara beat me to the punch with her second orgasm of the evening.
She arched her back and drowsily yelled her pleasure into the room. It was too much to bear, with her breasts and open mouth presented like a royal gift I extracted my length from her pussy and hurriedly straddled her stomach again, jerking myself off over the sleeping, climaxing, beauty.
I clenched my teeth and squinted my eyes against the mind-blowing pleasure as I watched my first jet of cum erupt from my cock and arc through the air, landing in the blonde teen’s high-maintenance hair. It left a thick trail that stretched from her hairline, across her closed eye, down the side of her nose, disappeared where her mouth was open only to reappear on her chin and then in a straight line over her upper body between her breasts to under the tip of my cock.
The second spurt didn’t have quite the explosive distance of the first, but landed in a thick glob on her cheek. I groaned and continued pulling at my cock, thrusting my hips forward to improve my aim and I was gratified when the bulk of my third huge spurt landed in her mouth and on her nose.
Still I stroked my dick, though successive pulses of cum ceased to get any air time. I held my cock over each of her breasts as the semen leaked out, hitting each of her nipples and flowing across her magnificent curved mounds in random directions. I felt almost like I was going to pass out, I collapsed on the bed next to the sleeping girl and caught my breath as the world got a little fuzzy around the edges.
When I regained my composure I turned and looked at the oblivious beauty and admired my work. The formerly pristine princess had been utterly defiled, her most private depths used for my pleasure and her immaculate face used as a sperm depository.
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