Message-ID: <1532eli$9706201142@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: wwmitty@aol.com (WW Mitty) Subject: STORY: pt.2/5 Juan Carlos, King of Spain, by W Mitty "Juan Carlos, King of Spain," by Walter Mitty part 2 of 5 ww mitty@aol.com copyright 1997 ** explicit scenes: do not read if you are not of age in your jurisdiction ** We stood, and I moved on wobbly knees into the bedroom. Tonight the King of Spain would have his harem....... PART 2 OF 5 As I followed Serrafina and Isabella into the bedroom, my mind raced with anxieties -- could I satisfy two women? would I perform up to Isabella's jaded expectations? would Serra be jealous watching me take another woman into our bed? I pushed these fears aside, and asked myself, who am I tonight? Tonight I am Juan Carlos, King of Spain, and a King must rule his subjects with a firm hand and a firm scepter. It would never do to show weakness to one's harem. I snapped back to reality when Isabella turned to me and said, "I'm hot. Let's shower." The three of us moved into the bathroom. Isabella quickly lifted her dress over her head and released a beautiful set of buoyant tits. Just as quickly she shucked her panties and there she was, naked. Her body conformed to the stereotypical fifteen year old's fantasy -- enormous breasts, thin waist, and curvaceous buttocks. Although I am thirty-five, I remember those adolescent fantasies well; indeed, I have never stopped having them. Serra looked at me and grinned. As my wife, she knew I liked a bit of a strip tease, and slowly unbuttoned the top of her blouse. I, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, sat on my throne and watched this poor, trembling gypsy girl present herself to me. The shirt came open. Was that a hint of nipple? Was the gypsy girl afraid of what her master would do to her later in the evening, or was she afraid of what her master would do to a different subject and how much her master might like it? Come now gypsy girl, off with the blouse. The gypsy girl warmed to her subject, and peeled down slowly to bra and panties. Come now, gypsy girl, off with the bra. Smiling, the gypsy girl then slowly turned around and bent to touch her toes. Her black panties cleft two ripe peaches, and she reached back to pull the panties slowly over her backside. The King applauded, the court huzzahed, the jester laughed, and --- "Honey, are you paying attention?" said Serra. She turned to Isabella and said, "Thank god you're focused." Isabella in response reached out and placed her hand gently on Serra's breast. If you have ever had the good fortune to see a beautiful women engage in her first sapphic caress, you will understand why I thought I saw a bolt of electricity leap from finger to nipple, and you will also understand why I began to undress quickly. Serra leaned forward and, with that dreamy closed-eye expression I knew so well from our own love-making, placed her mouth on Isabella's. I use the awkward phrase "placed her mouth" because they did not properly kiss; when their lips touched, they dissolved in a fit of nervous giggles. We were still very stoned, and I was relieved to learn that I was not alone with my anxieties. "Let's get the dreamer out of his clothes," said Serra. The two turned to me and slowly pulled off my pants. Isabella then lifted my boxers past my erection and gasped -- I am not a small man, and this may not have occurred to her when she hinted that I could take her from behind. There we stood, all three naked, all three nervous, and all three very aroused. I kissed Serrafina fully on her mouth, and she returned with a slow embrace. Isabella stepped into the shower and began to run the water. Our bodies pressed closely in the confined space of the shower stall, and Serra washed us with a bar of soap, first Isabella, then myself. Isabella next washed Serra, who moaned quietly when Isabella's hand moved between her legs. Once clean, we toweled off and stepped into the bedroom, hand in hand. Please consider the scene. There I stood naked between Isabella, a pinup fantasy made flesh, and Serrafina, my beautiful and loving wife. My sex was so hard that the head had turned purple. Isabella whispered to me, "Kiss me." Reader, I did. I took her in my arms and placed her on the bed while pressing my lips gently to hers. As Isabella's tongue slipped past my lips, Serra climbed into bed next to us and pressed her body into ours. The room filled with the unique and wonderful aroma of expectant pussy, and my head reeled. There was no etiquette. It was the first time any of us had been in bed with more than one person, and the first several minutes were spent frantically groping, grasping, pulling, tweaking, and poking in our glorious madness. Isabella would take a hand from Serra's sex and grasp mine with it, pump vigorously for a moment, and then place her fingers in Serra's mouth as I put my tongue in Isabella's ear and Serra pinched my nipple. To their surprise and my embarrassment, I came quickly and copiously, coating Isabella's stomach as Serrafina gripped my member. We all laughed, startled, still addled by the wine and pot, and I sat back to watch my wife make love to another woman as I recuperated. Serrafina pushed Isabella onto her back, and with her tongue traced a line from Isabella's chin to her left nipple. Swirling her tongue around and around Isabella's aureole, she then nipped her skin as Isabella yelped in surprise and pleasure. One of the things that has kept my love life with Serra fresh over many years: she loves to express herself verbally in bed. I realized that any shyness she may have felt with Isabella had evaporated when she said, "I'm going to lick my husband's come off your stomach." Isabella moaned and wriggled on the bed as Serra licked her stomach, lapping the last of my come out of her navel, and moved to kiss her squarely on the mouth. I could feel my member stir again as I saw a thin strand of my come connect the women's tongues. The gypsy girl kissed her way down the stomach of our captive princess, and I, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, moaned in approval. When the princess came to our palace, did she know she would be used in this manner? Did she suspect? Did she come to our palace because she wanted to be used in such a fashion? I pondered these weighty matters as the gypsy girl placed her face between the captive's legs, and breathed into her nether hair. The captive moaned and writhed, and the gypsy girl moved her tongue lightly across the captive's lips before placing her mouth gently on her clit. The captive sat bolt upright and said "aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh......" as the gypsy twirled her tongue around this most sensitive nub, and -- "Hey there Mitty, care to join me down here? You look lost," said Serra. Removed from my reverie, I placed my face next to my wife's and we took turns licking and kissing between the legs of Isabella. Her juices were flowing freely, and I marveled at the scent of another woman being rubbed onto my face. Serra must have had the same thought, because she turned her face towards mine and licked Isabella's juice off my lips. Isabella forcefully grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth back to her clit. As I licked ever more quickly, Serra quietly slipped a finger into Isabella's sex and sent her immediately into orgasm. Isabella bucked as I struggled to keep my mouth on her clit and Serra probed her with her index finger. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck......" moaned Isabella and she rode the wave of her climax as long as she could, then collapsed back into the bed, for the moment lifeless. As she recovered, my wife moved onto the bed on her back, and Isabella and I gave her the same treatment that our guest had received minutes before. I grew thirsty, and went to the bathroom for a drink of water. When I returned, here is the tableau which greeted me: Serra, my wife, on her back, legs raised above her head, moaning and thrashing and coming, while Isabella licked and fingered her glistening sex. Isabella was on the bed, kneeling between Serra's legs, with her face low to lick Serra's pussy and her buttocks high in the air. Serra opened her eyes and must have seen me staring at Isabella's globes, because she grinned and said, "I think it's time for that Greek lesson....." 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