Message-ID: <1536eli$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.5/5, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, by W Mitty "Juan Carlos, King of Spain," by Walter Mitty part 5 of 5 ww mitty@aol.com copyright 1997 ** explicit scenes: do not read if you are not of age in your jurisdiction ** 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............" PART 5 OF 5 As I came to, I felt Serrafina gently cleaning my member with a soapy washcloth. I was unsure of the time, or how long we had slept, but it did not take long for the blood to flow to my sex when I replayed the evening's events in my head. Isabella slept on, while my wife leaned over to kiss me on the mouth and squeezed my sex again. Serrafina then traced a line down my body with her tongue, from my mouth to my thigh. I flinched as she gave the head of my sex a flick with her tongue, and moaned as she wetly licked up and down the shaft. Without warning, Serra engulfed my cock in her mouth, stuffing as much of myself past her lips as she could. Slowly she stretched her lips to accommodate my cock, and I lifted my head to watch. There are few sites I enjoy more in this world than Serra's lips pulled tight around my cock while my head brushes the back of her throat. After several minutes of slow sucking, she began to bob up and down and pump my cock with her hand. She knew that there was not much danger of my coming yet -- having already climaxed twice earlier. She pulled her face away from my groin and brought her mouth to mine. I could taste my sex on her mouth, and she whispered, "Juan Carlos, King of Spain, you must attend to the satisfaction of your subject." I, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, was relieved to know that my subject wanted to receive her liege's staff. For tonight I had discovered that sodomy, like fellatio, was wonderful and exciting and a welcome supplement to any King's repertoire, but it simply was not a substitute for the tight, well-oiled pussy of a loving subject. As I rested on my back, my gypsy queen straddled my lap and rubbed her dripping sex against mine, already well lubricated from her saliva. I would toy with her. I would rub my sex on the outside of hers without entering for ages. I would make her crave the introduction of my staff to her womb, and then -- Serra snapped me out of my reverie by quickly impaling herself on my cock. If she realized the I was woolgathering, she was having none of it and we gasped in unison as her pussy lips spread apart and thighs pressed against my abdomen in one forceful stroke. I remained motionless as she pumped up and down, searching for just the right angle to bring on a climax. Her orgasm came almost immediately when I gently placed my thumb on her clit, and her moaning awakened Isabella. As Serrafina's shudders subsided, I gathered her in my arms and the two of us rolled over, she on her back, I on top. I pulled my cock out of her, and rubbed the head against her beautiful lips. Nearly overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude for such a sexy wife, I gently pressed my head just inside her pussy. Isabella sat up, reached between her legs, and caressed her clit as she watched me once again enter Serrafina. The princess, however, seemed to respect that this was my time to make love to the gypsy queen, and thus did not interfere. Serrafina lifted her legs over my shoulders, licked her lips, and whispered "Fuck me Juan Carlos, King of Spain." I drove my cock firmly to the hilt, pulled out to the tip, and drove in again. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a grasping hand, and as our bodies slapped together I sensed the imminent arrival of my third climax of the evening. Each thrust brought me closer, and when I felt her pussy contract around my staff I reached the point of no return. I lifted my chest off hers, grasped her legs in my hands, and in my roaring cowboy glory unloaded my come as deeply into her pussy as I could. We yelled together as we forgot our identities and simply came and came and came as pure hedonistic beings. As our pulses slowed, I collapsed on Serrafina, and Isabella -- forgotten by either one of us -- gasped as she reached orgasm by her own hand. I withdrew as my erection dissipated, and Serrafina's head lolled about in lazy bliss. Isabella looked at me, and asked "May I?" I nodded my assent, and in the last intimate act of the evening, Isabella placed herself between my wife's legs and sucked my dripping come from her sex. We were all very sleepy, and fell into a pile of arms and legs and tits and skin, this time with Serra between Isabella and myself. The last words I heard before falling asleep were Serrafina's whispers: "Viva Juan Carlos, King of Spain. May he reign forever..." *** The next morning, we awakened late and got out of bed even later. The next few days are worth relating, but that must wait for another time. Isabella left several days later; although she seemed to want to extend her stay, she also respected our boundaries and saw the week for what it was -- a playful experiment, and not the beginning of an open marriage. One question still nags at me: how did Serrafina know that I thought of Isabella as my "captive princess?" When I confessed to her that I was Juan Carlos, King of Spain, I did not mention anything about a captive princess. Could she read my mind after all? Do I talk in my sleep? Are my fantasies just too predictable? Or am I having trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality? I have never asked her. Some things, after all, are best left alone. The End This story was inspired by the novel "In Praise of the Step Mother," by Mario Vargos Llosa. E-mails to ww mitty@aol.com are encouraged. If you'd like to see Mitty and Serra (possibly Isabella?) again, let me know or suggest a scene... -- +--------------' 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> /