Message-ID: <1534eli$9706201144@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.3/5, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, by W Mitty "Juan Carlos, King of Spain," by Walter Mitty part 3 of 5 ww mitty@aol.com copyright 1997 ** explicit scenes: do not read if you are not of age in your jurisdiction ** 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....." PART 3 OF 5 I grabbed my member and moved toward the bed, a little quickly; I was nervous again. Isabella looked at me over her shoulder, and smiled. My wife's come was all over her face, and I moved to lick it off for her. The three of us lay together on the bed. Each of us had had at least one climax, and were ready to move on to the best part of the evening -- that time in a love-making session when the desperate desire to get off has come and gone for the time being, and all that lies ahead can be savored. Serrafina propped herself on one shoulder as I indolently nuzzled Isabella's neck, and said, "Mitty, if you're going to penetrate another woman, you have to let me set the pace. That goes for you, too, Isabella. Agreed?" We both nodded. I could see that Serra was torn between apprehension for watching her husband enter another woman and desire to explore new facets of our sexuality. I kissed her on the mouth and said, "This is your call now." Allow me to be more honest with the reader than I was with my wife. When I told Serra that what happened next was up to her, I tried to sound blase as possible. In my secret heart, though, all I could think about was entering the beautiful Isabella, and therefore was sending the strongest possible "please please please let me enter her" brainwaves to my wife. As everyone knows, this sort of brainwave is the stuff only of children's tales; let it be said that Serrafina knew exactly what I wanted by the hardness of my sex and the eagerness on my face. Serrafina kissed Isabella and said, "lie flat on your stomach. We'll massage you and relax you so my husband can fuck you in the ass." I was startled and aroused by Serra's language, but knew that it served two purposes: first, it turned all of us on that Serra would make explicit the taboo act, and second, it reminded me -- in case I had forgotten -- that Isabella's sex was absolutely off limits for now. As I straddled Isabella, Serra leaned over and reached into the drawer of our night stand to pull out a bottle of massage oil. She poured a small amount on Isabella's back, and was rewarded with a quiet sigh of pleasure. I gently massaged the oil into her back, warming her skin. Isabella's skin is very tan, much darker than mine, and I was aroused by the contrast of my light hands on her olive shoulders. Slowly I moved my hands lower and lower on her back, and she began to squirm and moan quietly. I, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, rubbed the scented potion into the skin of the captive princess. I moved no lower than the small of her back; is it not unseemly for a King to be hasty with his captive? Better to draw out the pleasure, both for my sake and hers. Besides, a King who is careless with his captive will reveal himself in the one way a King should never be revealed: he will let his captive see that he has lost control and thus ceded power....... "Honey, are you with us?" said Serra. "You've got that look again. If you can't stay focused when you're about to sodomize a woman while your wife assists you, I don't know, maybe you just smoked too much tonight." I looked Serrafina in the eye. I screwed up my courage. I opened my mouth. This is what I said: "Tonight I am Juan Carlos, King of Spain. Tonight I rule with the scepter you see before you." TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 4 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /