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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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 34
Chapter 1
“This is going to be a stepping stone,” Becca said as she continued to explain the decision to her college cheerleading coach. Becca had graduated six months ago and she had been trying out for different cheerleading teams around the country. When she got the call back from the audition she thought that her coach would be excited about the news.
“I know this squad,” Jenna warned. “This is not the right environment for a nice girl like you.”
Becca had always heard this, ‘Nice girl’ stuff from people. She didn’t think of herself as a goody two shoes. ‘I can be wild!’ She was always telling people, but nobody believed her. ‘I just haven’t found the right time.’ She thought to herself, ‘Or maybe I’m just a chicken?’
Becca had heard the rumors about the Dallas Dynamite Cheerleading squad, but she needed a job. Her father was going to force her to get what he called a, ‘real job’ if she didn’t get some money rolling in soon. Becca was 22, but she still depended on her mom and dad for support. She was chasing her dream, and if that meant working her way up from the bottom then that was what she was going to do.
“I am going out for the team,” Becca said firmly.
“I support you, and I believe in you, but don’t sell yourself short,” Jenna put in her last words and then they ended the call. Life after college was not going the way that Becca had expected, and people being upset when she thought they should be happy was the least of her problems.
Becca’s next call was to her parents, and they were over the moon. She tried to explain the situation, but her father was too happy to care. “They’re paying you!” He cheered as he thought about all of the money he wouldn’t be giving Becca.
“It’s just a call back, but they said I have a good shot at getting the job,” Becca sighed. “I mean, they said on the phone it was pretty much a lock.”
“Well, you have to get this spot. I am so tired of this already. You said that you’d be working as soon as you got out of school. It’s been months,” Becca’s father was very stern with her. “It is either this, or you come to work at the bank. I always need more tellers.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Becca said, trying to keep the whimper out of her voice. She could tell that her father meant business; Becca had just been cut out of the family budget. For the first time in her life, Becca was going to have to figure things out for herself.
Becca paced around the apartment for a long time after saying good bye to her parents. She was still excited about the job, but she was a little scared as well. She walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror and stared into her own light blue eyes. She looked good.
She turned to face the full-length mirror the hung on the bathroom door and admired her body in the mirror. She was wearing her black yoga pants and a loose t-shirt, but she could still see the outline of her full breasts. She let her long blonde hair out of its messy bun and she shook it out.
Becca practiced a few of her moves in the mirror. She took off the t-shirt. She wanted to get the full effect. She loved how her breasts looked in the thin black bra. She didn’t have much room, but she wanted to watch her body as it moved through the sequence she had been told to practice.
She spread her legs and ran her hands seductively along her thighs. Becca was just trying to practice, but it was turning her on. She was pouting into the mirror and it was driving her crazy, to run her hands on her sensitive thighs. She thought about letting her hand dip below her waistband for a moment.
“No, I have to stay sharp,” Becca said the words out loud. She did that when she wanted to be firm with herself. She let her hand play gently over the pants for a moment, just enough to send tingles all over her body, but then she decided to finish practicing in the living room away from mirrors.
Before leaving the bathroom Becca gave the mirror one last look. “I am going to do whatever it takes to be a part of this team,” Becca declared. “I will be a cheerleader, and I will follow my dream!”
That night Becca made herself a sleepy time tea and then went right to bed. She was trying to get a good night’s sleep, but she was too excited about the possibilities that the next day might hold. She was ready to start this next phase of her life, and she felt sure that this squad was going to take her. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach.
As she drifted off to sleep a dream took over. It was a very familiar dream. She had already been through it many times. It was the same dream she had whenever she was nervous about something. It was based on an experience that she had had in real life. It was back in high school, but as she got older the dream had evolved.
In the dream this night it was the older Becca at the top of the pyramid. She could feel the pile starting to shake and wobble. In real life she had fallen off of the pyramid and on the way down her shirt had been pulled over her head. This was the dream that she relived whenever she was nervous. She had been wearing a bra and no one had really seen anything, but the dream had changed over the years and now she was standing naked in front of the crowd.
Becca had adjusted to this part of the dream. It felt so real, but it had been happening for the last few years, and it no longer upset her. She looked around at the crowd and realized that the dream was changing again. The other cheerleaders got up out of the pile, but they were no longer pretty, high school girls. The dead eyed zombies were still wearing the uniforms, but they were no longer trying to pump up the crowd. They were out for blood.
Becca started to run, but she was hunted down and devoured by the horde of dead cheerleaders. “That can’t be a good sign,” Becca sighed as she got out of bed and went to get a drink. She didn’t get back to sleep that night.
Chapter 2
Becca arrived at the arena an hour ahead of time. It was a large closed in bowl. It held 7000 people, and though the games rarely sold out, the team seemed to be doing well. Becca stood outside the main entrance and took a deep breath. There were a few other people arriving as she got there, and they all seemed to be wearing the Dallas Dynamite logo. It was a stick of dynamite in a cowboy hat. Becca couldn’t wait to get her jacket.
She saw a group of tall, fit men walking into the arena. They all smiled and waved at Becca. She was so giddy that she actually giggled. Becca couldn’t believe that she had actually done that. “Are you back in high school?” Becca chastised herself. She wasn’t one to get all gaga over boys.
She went into the building and was immediately taken through security and then into a small dressing room. “This is for the refs, but they aren’t here today, so you tryout girls are going to take the room.” The old security guard laughed as he took a smell of the room and waved a long, skinny hand in front of his nose. “It’s nearly as bad as the player rooms.”
Becca didn’t like the smell, but nothing was going to get her down today. She was in a great head space. She was ready to do anything to get this job. She knew that she was early, but she got changed and she headed out onto the field to start getting limbered up.
The field was empty as Becca ran out and she headed right to the fifty yard line to start stretching. She could hear a few people in the stands. She could hear a few male voices, she looked over to see that they were all checking her out. Becca kept her head down and kept
stretching.
The others started filtering out onto the field slowly. They all started stretching with Becca. There were 5 girls in total, and they all looked good. She knew there was more to it than that, but presentation counts for a lot, and these girls were smoking hot. Becca found herself staring at all the curves that had taken over the field.
“Good luck, guys,” Becca said as she pretended to be friendly. She was really thinking about how she was going to destroy them all, but she kept the smile on her face. It was a trick that she had learned back on her first cheer squad. When she was young and naïve, Becca had shown others her emotions, and now all she showed was a smile.
Did any of these other girls get a guaranteed spot? Becca thought as she tried to pump herself up. She tried to keep the phone call in mind, and what the girl had told her about having a spot. Becca felt good as the members of the squad walked out to the middle of the field to meet the recruits.
“Line up!” A shrill voice sent all of the newbies scrambling to their feet. “Not fast enough! Down on your faces!”
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