Editor: Loafingexec
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I woke up with the sun in my eyes. Its pale rays penetrated through the curtains.
I realized where I was, and I blushed.
I lazily stretched, aware of the warmth that came from the man beside me; we were lying in a spooning position, with my back against his chest.
I felt exhausted, swollen, and wonderful. Every part of my body was sore, but I tingled with excitement. As he slept, I realized how much the last 24 hours had changed me.
I was a young girl when I decided not to marry anyone. I wanted to become a warrior and nothing else. I didn't want to become a man's slave, whose only aim was having children and serving a family. My father knew it too. Even if he were worried about my future, he ignored the young nobles who wanted to wed me.
The attack of the barbarian raiders, the loss of my family, and the attempted rape in the forest had all fractured my idea of my life. And now there had been this incredible night with Guillaume.
I never thought a man could be so passionate, so caring about a woman's pleasure.
I remember my brothers sitting by the fire with some of their friends. At a certain point, my biggest brother Edward gently led me to my bedroom, telling me they had to talk about things I couldn't hear. I remember pretending to obey, and then hiding behind the door and listening to their forbidden conversations...I could hear their laughter, their mocking. They mostly talked about prostitutes...but even if I didn't like their manner I learned a lot.
I was 18. I had turned from a sweet blonde child to a pretty, slender young girl... I loved riding my horse, attending private lessons from the teacher my father chose for me. I was already capable of using a sword and fighting. I felt strong, fit, but...it wasn't enough. There were times when I felt a heat between my legs, but I didn't know where this feeling came from and I tried to ignore it.
I remember my body pressed against the wooden door as I listened to their conversation that night.
"So tell us about Annie. I heard she's the hottest whore on the market." Through the keyhole I could see my biggest brother Edward smile at the question.
"Hot is nothing compared to her: her long blonde hair, her plump lips, her tight pussy are incredible. I had to fuck her all night long. I pounded her so hard that when she left she was walking like she was drunk." They all laughed. I was so disgusted, but I wanted to hear more.
"What about you, Thomas? Why are you smiling?" my brother asked.
A tall man giggled and said: "I could write a book about Annie's luscious mouth." Another laugh. "To all those who haven't tried her yet: she is a perfect cocksucker! She was so good that she could take it all inside her mouth and she even swallowed at the end. Incredible." He continued, while the others laughed and drank beer. I felt a rush of warmth as I realized what they were talking about.
"Well, putting your cock into someone's mouth wouldn't be difficult, it's the smallest in the whole reign!" someone answered. He pretended to punch him in response, and then they went quiet again. Men are so silly, I thought.
My younger brother Francis jumped in. "Elizabeth is better than Annie. She's got the most beautiful body I've ever seen, a nice pair of tits and big pink nipples, long legs, fair skin...she looks like an angel, but she isn't. She can stand a whole night of fucking without any distress. I could do whatever I liked with her. She eventually told me she even enjoyed herself! Can you imagine?"
"My God, Francis, what did you do to that poor girl?" another man asked him.
I bite my lips hard. How could these terrible words arouse me? My face was warm and there was a tingle between my legs. I could give and receive pleasure like every other woman, and I wanted to discover how it would feel. To have a man's body pressed against me, to receive his caresses. To be kissed. How would it be?
Wetness flowed between my thighs. I slowly lifted my nightgown and started to touch myself. I wanted to know if I could do something to soothe the fire that was burning there...
"...I didn't do anything bad...except make her scream. I was fucking her so hard that we fell off the bed. The morning after she was full of bruises and her pussy was so swollen that I gave her some extra money. I felt so guilty." Francis flashed a devilish grin.
"Well, guys. Nothing is better than a warm woman, believe me," another man said. "And it's even better when the woman you're fucking is not your wife." They all nodded.
Oh God, I hated them so much! I would never marry anyone! I crept away to my room. But as I lay on my bed, I was still excited by the visions these men had stirred in my mind. I felt another tingle between my legs. I instinctively moved my hand there, as if it were an itch. My fingers traced lines across my blonde bush and caressed my labia. I closed my eyes, pleasure stirring my loins.
I spread my legs wider. My fingertips found my tight, wet entrance. I wondered how a male sex could fit in there...my index finger casually brushed against my clitoris. It felt like heaven. I began to stroke it gently, and soon I began to breathe faster. It was wonderful and new to me. My legs trembled; my other hand went to my right breast and pinched the nipple. I moaned. The room was spinning, I didn't care. I stroked my clit in circles, faster. The pleasure grew in intensity...I had to bite my lips in order not to scream. After a few moments, my whole body shook. I lifted my hips off the bed; with two last strokes, my sex began to pulse and I came for the first time.
I had the most peaceful night's sleep in the last six months...
Now, only two years later, Guillaume was sleeping beside me. His breathing was calm and deep. I gently turned to face him, and he pulled me closer.
I shivered as our naked legs intertwined. I inhaled the smell of him and looked at his sleeping eyes. With a smile I caressed his arms, his shoulders. I thought he might wake up any minute and catch me in the act, but he did not.
I pictured us against the wall the night before, my legs wrapped around his waist, his strong body lifting my weight with no effort...his cock inside me, his hips thrusting, his face lost in pleasure, my moans.
All of a sudden, I decided to try something I had only heard about that night listening to my brothers.
I began to kiss my way down his body. Tasting his warm skin while he was asleep was so arousing that I couldn't help myself: I traced my fingers along his groin and touched his cock lightly with my fingertips. It was getting hard.
I leaned over him a little more and licked his chest, then sucked gently on his nipples and felt them harden under my tongue. I licked and kissed his strong abdomen...I then caressed his thighs with my right hand and tightened my left hand around his hardness. He sighed in his sleep.
His cock was harder now. I lowered my head and licked the tip, tasting him for the first time. I then let my tongue run across his length, learning the shape of his hardness with my lips. He moaned.
I looked up. His eyes were still closed...I waited for a moment, gently breathing against him. He stirred a little but did not open his eyes.
I parted my lips and wrapped them around him, holding him at the base...I so wanted to take all of him, but it was impossible...he was so huge, so wonderful.
He was breathing heavily, now; my tongue darted around his small opening. I started sucking him slowly, teasingly...and I began to move my head in an up-and-down motion. He was so incredibly hard. I grabbed his buttocks and I began to suck a little harder, tasting him lustily.
He suddenly woke up, moaning loudly. "Aaaaah!"
