Message-ID: X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Plainman Subject: REPOST: Princess's Court, 3/7 (fwd) This story has explicit sexual content, as you might expect on this newsgroup, and should not be read by children or others for whom such reading material is prohibited by law. If you want to send me mail about this story, you can be anonymous in the header by mailing to an10176@anon.nymserver.com; you will be assigned an anonymous number for purposes of that mailing and I won't know your address, though I can reply to you. If you want your own e-mail address to appear in the header of your message to me, reverse the first two letters in the above address to "na". PRINCESS'S COURT, CHAPTER 3 "Girl Talk" by Plainman Princess: Hey there sweetie - gettin' any lately? Judy: Well the boy was quite perky last night, and I submitted to his vile lusts - you know, wifely duty... Might have had something to do with your little phone call, huh? P: So what about today? Is he out with the guys doing the male bonding thing? [mock male voice] "Hey shithead - got laid last night - Ugga ugga" [giggle] J: Well he's on an all-day hike with some of his tree-hugger friends - maybe they DO sound like that... P: At least you don't have to be embarrassed to tell your friends what YOUR husband is doing - you know I think environmentalist men can be very attractive, especially with those cute climbing shorts and hiking boots. But the Trooper, my God! - he is PLAYING GOLF - with three of his macho buddies from the office. A FOURSOME - of PROSECUTORS - think about it - those stiff solemn lawmen out on that great open expanse of grass with their IRONS, and WOODIES or whatever they are... J: Oh honey, it's been too long - I've really missed you... P: No kidding, me too - and listen, I've got the solution - I found this incredibly cute college boy, Don, and I'm going to bring him over... J: Geez, Princess, that's not exactly my thing - P: SWEETIE - what a dirty mind you have! J: Well with this Denver thing and all - P: Oh pooh. As I was saying, I've hired this cute college boy who was Jody's favorite counselor at camp, and Dory loves him already too, and he's taking them to the beach today, and he's be happy to take yours along too - and then you and I can have hours to ourselves free to smoke organic matter and catch up with what's happening and discuss the meaning of life and the size of male organs - No rotten little reminders that we are just soccer moms... J: Sweetie the thought of you as a soccer mom cracks me up - anyway, hey, it's a deal. *** P: God, sweetie, it's a long time since we sat in the hot tub. Hey, you're still lookin' good up top - yours are bigger but mine still sag more? - how come? J: Genes. P: Oh dear - saggy tit genes. Hey - David and I share a lot of genes. Think he'll get breasts like an old man in a few years? Then they'll sag like mine, and no one will want to fuck him any more? Or maybe some old fags will want to, and then he'll be an old fag - which'll fit the family pattern, cuz I'll be an old hag... J: Princess, you're fishing - you know there isn't a guy in the world who can keep his eyes off you. P: Yeah, but I have work so hard at it. I bat my eyes, and talk dirty, and spew pheromones - all that takes energy I could be using to keep my breasts perky. J: Uh-huhhh ... Princess, just what IS wrong? P: Shit, I don't know. Turning 40? J: I'll be there five weeks ahead of you. P: Yeah, and what does it matter anyway? Only a number... J: You said it ... Well... so, my naughty friend - what DID set off this Denver thing? I mean, isn't it kinda risky going to bed with a lawyer you're working with? P: Well - I've never done it before - but I think this one was pretty safe. It's out of town - he's married, to the daughter of a senior partner in his firm - and she's in the same firm herself. So he's got even more to lose than me - the poor helpless girl who's likely to get labelled a slut. You know, I just don't see that boy telling tales - but, hey, no guarantees. J: Princess I know you are analytical, being a lawyer and all - but did you really think through all that when you were deciding whether to seduce him? P: Think? - I don't know - I processed it somewhere - then I set my little pheromones loose on him. Opened Pandora's box. Hey, here it is - Pandora presents: Pandora's box! ta-da... J: You always had a great bush ... I'd love to have that much hair - I think it's sexy. P: Well it's kind of a specialized taste - most guys these days seem to like the 11-year-old look - fucking pedophiles! They're scared of real women and we're better off without em... You know, that's one thing I love about the Trooper - the first time he saw my love jungle, he dove right in, with lots of ooohing and aaahing - how thick it was, how it turned him on ... Then there was the next morning - God he'd left about a gallon of come in there, and it had made this real crusty mat in my big old bush - he had to pick his way through the thicket to get himself back to the juicy part ... But he did, just like an intrepid explorer in the jungle - he remarked on how well our juices cemented things together - and then he fucked my brains out for breakfast, and I screamed like a banshee, and practically stuck my big toe up his ass. Honey, that was the first time in my life I ever came from straight fucking, without being eaten first - god, I was telling Trooper last night he's STILL the only one who can do that to me... J: Well Dave likes you down there too. Of course he's so oral - you know last night he was back to showing me a lot of that kind of appreciation, just like the old days - did you say something to him, Princess? P: I certainly don't have to tell that boy how to eat a hair pie. J: Lover, when ARE you going to learn to talk like a lady? ... Anyway - I never liked the way the lips show through my pubic hair - it's too thin, and now, dammit, it's starting to go gray - look! P: Mmmmm - no, sweetie, yours is just right - natural blonde, enough hair so you look like a real woman - and your cute little lips are right there so your lucky partner can see them get all red and puffy and wet when the time is right - ah, for the good old days... [silence] Goddamit, Judy, we're supposed to be talking cock and here we are talking pussy! J: That's how we got into trouble in the first place. P: Yep - and let's drink to trouble! J: You just HAD to give me that clinical demonstration. P: Well sweetie what is a friend for? There you were, fifteen, guys already groping in your panties, and you didn't have a clue how your equipment worked... J: Exaggerated on both counts... P: So I got you do look at yourself in the mirror - and what did you say? J: Eeeuwww! P: Yeah, so did I, the first time I saw mine... The weird thing is I was the sex fiend, the Mistress of Masturbation, the Clitoral Connoisseur - but YOU were the only one who was getting anywhere near any guys. J: You went way overboard - just cuz I told you Billy Mergis had rubbed me through my shorts... P: [falsetto] Oooooo it felt so GOOOOD.... J: ... and it wasn't like I hadn't ever come or anything on my own... P: Yeah you turkey - you said it sometimes happened BY ACCIDENT when you rubbed against the edge of your mattress. Look, sweetie, friends don't let friends think self-induced orgasm is an accident ... I mean there aren't many things in life we can control, but that's one of them... J: And then after the mirror show you decided I needed a demonstration of technique... P: And then when you still seemed unclear on the concept, I thought a little hands-on training session would help - and one thing led to another... J: And there we were, hopeless lezboes, condemned to a life of perversion at fifteen ... P: All I know is, I didn't start out with any sinister intentions... J: Yeah, right! P: No, really sweetie - you were my best friend, and I always loved you dearly but not THAT WAY. I don't think I'd ever had a fantasy about doing it with you - remember, I was in love with two unattainable men. J: Your brother and who else? P: My English teacher - don't you remember? J: Oh how could I forget - the celestial being, the Skygod... P: Mr. Herskog - Charles Herskog - still my hero! I think of him whenever I draft a client letter or a contract - "take out the unnecessary words," that's what he would say - and that's still what I'm best at - I really showed that boy in Denver what a red pencil is for ... Best at, that is, next to working my butt off - and occasionally playing up to sweet horny old male lawyers and clients... Mr. H was so cute - looked like Max van Sydow... J: Those HOURS you used to spend in his office - a lot of people thought you two were having an affair... P: Didn't I wish - and couldn't he have done it! But all we did was talk about books and life, and he never made a move to touch me... [silence] You remember, I wrote to him later, asked him if he had been as hot for me as I was for him - and he wrote back that he sure was, but there were three good reasons he couldn't do anything about it - my age, his marriage, and the fact that I was his student. There aren't many like Mr. H... J: It was partly because of him that we were renounced the Goddess - bowed to the Skygod... P: Well I converted back when I got to college - a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle... J: No, honey - it's "can't live with em, can't live without em." P: And there I was - in love with you, and we had our perverted secret lusts - and I was playing with myself fantasizing about David and Mr H - but NO FUCKING DATES... the misery, the disgrace of it on Saturday night! J: It's easy enough to explain it now - those boys were all afraid of you - you were too smart, too sure of yourself, too ambitious, I guess too sexual - you were already a woman, and not boy around had the balls to ask a real woman out. P: Easy to say now, but at the time, I thought I was just ugly - or missing whatever it is men like... [joint laughter]... yeah, yeah, I know, it's hilarious. I did think I was ugly - too much nose, too much chin, someday they would meet and I would look like the Wicked Witch of the West... and come to think of it, I sorta DO.. J: Well those days are long past. God, Princess, Dave came home last night as hot as an old goat from just TALKING to you on the PHONE - I can't turn him on like that by myself if I meet him at the door wrapped in cellophane... P: Hey, sweetie, that's just marriage - the grass on the other side looks greener ... J: No it's not just marriage - I see how the Trooper looks at you - you have IT - you have something I've never felt in any other woman... P: Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetie - I love it ... But listen, back to high school - while I was wallowing in perversion and self-abuse, YOU were the Most Desirable Date at Lincoln High - remember? J: Well, it's true, I didn't scare them... P: Shit, lovergirl, YOU looked like Glinda the Good - or America's fantasy girl next door ... but don't forget, you also started giving out hand jobs - I mean let's get down to the dirty truth... J: Oh Princess, that was only Joey Butler, and only after we had been going out for three months... P: Um, sweetie - does the name Fritz Wengler ring a bell? J: Oh shit- yes I HAD repressed that. [Giggles] I WAS curious to see what another guy was shaped like, and felt like down there, and how he would react - and Joey had gone out that time with Franny Leiter... P: And I had to sit there - well actually lie there - and lick you while you told me what it felt like to have fucking FRITZ finger your clit with his sweaty little adolescent paws ... J: You kept begging to hear about it - you know it got you hot. Anyway, I only let him once. He WAS cute - and he made me come with his hand - he knew his way around a girl's anatomy. On the other hand poor old Joey - he had heard the expression "finger fucking," and kinda took it too literally. But, you know - Joey was at least grateful - damn Fritz acted like he was entitled... P: Listen - you remember what you felt - what I remember is the clinical details I got out of you - lets see: Fritz and Joey's cocks were about the same size, but Fritz's balls felt bigger, and his cock stuck up at a higher angle, and he was completely quiet when he came, whereas Joey gave a nice groan... J: God, what a memory! - and then when I told you Gordie and I were touching each either, you liked that and you wanted all the details. P: Long, thin, not so much hair, squirted further than any of the others... J: Then pretty soon I told you he and I had actually done the deed - and then you got mad... P: Yeah, I felt abandoned... That was our low point. J: But before, I'll never forget the time - I was doing it to you and you suddenly told me you were imagining what it would be like if it was Dave down there... P: Well that's the beginning of another story... Hey sweetie, this good grass and all this talk about old-time lickin' and suckin' has got me horny - what would you say to a nice little girly-fuck for Auld Lang Syne? J: Well there you go, putting it with your usual subtlety and restraint. P: Tell me you don't want to and I'll withdraw the suggestion - but I won't believe you... J: Why are you staring like that? Oh shit, you can SEE that I'm turned on... What can I say ... come on over here... Mmmm... I forgot how soft your lips are... P: Compared to those rough old men... mmmmm... J: Oh Princess... [silence, murmurs, time passing]... P: Ohhh, yes sweetie - feel how wet I am - suck on them some more - ... mmmm.. mmmmm... ooooh... Oh sweetie, yes, go down ...ahhh, please - there... oh yes, give me your sweet tongue.... oooh ... yes suck it... damn, Judy, stop torturing me - suck it - Oh fuck - nip it with your teeth - yes, put your finger in - God, back there too - oh yes your little pinky, slip it inside - oh sweeeeeeetie - I'm coming, suck me, lick me, finger me - harder - fuck, FUCK, FUCK - aaaaagh!.... ...oh yes you are my sweetie, I love you, I love what you do to me.... mmmm, there, there... The Goddess still reigns... J: Oh lord, Princess honey, I didn't plan on this... P: I didn't either - at least not real consciously ... But here we are, and now it's your turn. So spread em, woman - prepare The Mysterious Regions... oooh, pretty... ok, pretend your hands are tied back here... now I am going to tease you till you beg ... in the name of the Goddess... -- Story Submission: Moderator Contact: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site (could be better):