Message-ID: <1535eli$9706201145@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.4/5, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, by W Mitty "Juan Carlos, King of Spain," by Walter Mitty part 4 of 5 ww mitty@aol.com copyright 1997 ** explicit scenes: do not read if you are not of age in your jurisdiction ** "Tonight I am Juan Carlos, King of Spain. Tonight I rule with the scepter you see before you." PART 4 OF 5 I held my breath. I waited for Serrafina or Isabella to laugh. I waited for the evening to fall apart because of my foolishness. Serrafina leaned close to my face. As she spoke, I could smell the dried juice of Isabella's sex on her face. This is what she said: "Tonight you are whoever you want to be. Tonight, you are Juan Carlos. King of Spain. This is your subject, and your authority is your staff." I felt a rush of blood to my member and my face, and continued to caress Isabella's back. Serrafina poured oil onto her hand and began to massage the back of our princess' thighs. Isabella moaned again and pressed her sex into the bed. Noticing her increased arousal, Serra took a pillow and placed it under Isabella's hips so that her buttocks were tipped into the air and slightly separated. Serra then nodded to me and pointed to Isabella's mid-section. I moved my oiled hands to her cheeks, and contemplated her beautiful backside as I massaged it. Her bottom was snowy white, in marked contrast to the rest of her body -- two pale globes waiting to be gently pried apart. As I was massaging Isabella, Serra returned to our night stand and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. She then placed a second pillow underneath Isabella's hips, thereby lewdly raising her backside well above the bed and separating her cheeks a bit more. I briefly wondered if such a position could be comfortable, but Isabella strained to raise her buttocks even higher to meet my wandering hands. No one had spoken for some time, so Serra's voice came as a surprise when she said, "Isabella, put your knees under your body and raise your ass off the bed. That's good, now put your face down on this pillow." Isabella gasped, but complied quickly. If she was uncomfortable to so revealed, she did not show it. My wife sat down next to Isabella's raised bottom, and placed a hand on each cheek. Again she looked into my eyes and said, "Juan Carlos, King of Spain, kiss the ass of your captive princess." I leaned forward and placed my lips on the left cheek of Isabella, and then moved to kiss the right cheek. Serra, still looking into my eyes, pulled Isabella's cheeks apart to expose her back hole, which appeared pink and embarrassed to be exposed so. "Juan Carlos, King of Spain, kiss the ring of your captive princess," said Serrafina. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Isabella's anus, and Isabella gasped with pleasure. Evidently she had never been paid tribute in such fashion. Serrafina was smiling, and I could smell that she was as turned by this as any of us. "Juan Carlos, King of Spain, open the path with your tongue so that your staff may follow." I pushed my tongue as far into Isabella as I could, and could feel Isabella's ring squeeze around my tongue as she climaxed and pressed her ass back into my face. When Isabella finished climaxing, I raised myself and looked for the lubricant. I took the tube and began to apply it to my index finger, but Serra shook her head and said, "Remember, I set the pace." With that, she took the tube from me and squeezed the gel onto her fingers. "Isabella, [or did she say 'captive princess?' -- at this point I could not distinguish] reach back with your hands and open your cheeks." Isabella dutifully obeyed, face in the pillow, hands pulling her cheeks open. "Wider," said Serrafina. Again. Serra then massaged the lubricant into Isabella's back hole, all the while being careful not to penetrate with her fingers. That virgin hole, after all, was meant for me. Serra then squeezed out a larger amount of lubricant and applied it to my member. I was grateful that I had come earlier in the evening, because the shear anticipation was making it difficult to hold back. Serrafina then said, "Captive princess, ask your King to press his staff into you." Isabella, in a weak kittenish voice, said, "Juan Carlos, please press your staff --" "That's not how a common captive, even a princess, should address a King." Serra interrupted. "Ask him in your own words." Isabella, frantic with desire and filled with apprehension, mumbled something that was muffled by the pillow, but whatever she said it was not sufficient to pacify Serrafina, who leaned down to Isabella and whispered fiercely in her ear. Isabella moaned again, and spoke in a clear voice: "Juan Carlos, King of Spain, please put your cock in my ass." I wasted no time. I placed the head of my member near her puckered hole. It was then I first realized the difference in size: recall that I am not a small man. But Serra was not about to let the moment pass and, seizing my member, pressed the head firmly against Isabella's back entrance. "Wider," Serra said to Isabella, "wider still." Isabella complied again and pulled her cheeks even farther apart. I pressed firmly, but without haste, and Serra held on the base of my sex to guide me. My head suddenly popped into her, and we both gasped. We held still for a moment while Isabella relaxed, and then at Serra's behest I pressed a bit deeper. Isabella yelped, and we held still once again, only to press deeper at Serra's continued urgings. This process went on for what seemed like ages until, almost without anyone realizing it, my hips were firmly pressed against Isabella's cheeks. Serra leaned forward and whispered, "He's all the way in." Isabella gasped in surprise and Serra whispered another instruction to her. Isabella said, "Carlos King" -- her royal syntax was getting garbled in the confusion, but nobody minded -- "King, please fuck my ass." I pulled my member out most of its length and pressed back in to the hilt slowly. Isabella was groaning with pleasure. Out and in. Out and in again. Serra then grabbed my member and pulled it all the way out and said, "Push it in to the hilt in one stroke." I did. And again. While Serra, wicked and funny and altogether new to me, whispered to Isabella a final time. "King, please buttfuck me hard and deep," yelped Isabella, and as she was making this request Serra's hands moved from my member to Isabella's clit and worked it lovingly. Reader, in this instance euphemism will not do. I fucked Isabella's ass as deeply as I could. I fucked it vigorously. I could feel Serra insert her fingers into the pussy of our captive princess and I could feel the asshole of our captive princess clamp rhythmically around my cock as she screamed out a climax. I could feel the telltale tightness in my balls as my time neared, and this time without prompting Isabella yelled "King Carlos, come in my ass! Come in my ass!" That was all the invitation I needed. The disparate tinglings all over my body gathered to the head of my cock -- the center of the universe just then -- and poured out through the tip as I unloaded wave after wave of come into the asshole of my beautiful captive princess. I roared and she shrieked as I pumped my cum as deeply between her cheeks as I could. As the orgasms subsided, we collapsed onto our sides, and Serra kissed Isabella on the mouth. I felt glorious and dizzy. As my erection began to pass, I gently pulled my member out of Isabella's back hole. She squirmed as drops of my come slowly slipped out of her ass, and I kissed her on the mouth. The three of us remained there unmoving, catching our breath, Serrafina on one side of Isabella and I on the other spent, while Isabella quietly moaned in pleasure of the memory of my sex reaming her out. One by one we dozed off, but the night was not over, and before long I awakened to Serrafina's gentle whisper in my ear. "Wake up sleepyhead, you still have work to do............" TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 5 -- +--------------' 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> /