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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...

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