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Doing My Duty
by Realoldbill (no address provided)
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A young son does his father's job on the old man's
wedding night. (mf-teens, 1st, rom, medieval)
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When my father brought home his new wife from his
unannounced visit to his neighbor's keep, I was both
surprised and pleased. Surprised that he had married
again for he had a stable of willing lasses to warm
his bed and pleased because the girl was comely and
much closer to my age than to his. I know it's wrong,
but that is how I thought about her.
She was named Clytemnestra after the queen of Greek
myth but was called, thank the gods, Kitty, and she
was a tall, slim girl of perhaps eighteen years and
very pretty in fact very, very pretty. I never did get
her to tell me her age, or much else for that matter,
except for instructions on ways to please her and for
a maiden, she was quite demanding and rather
imaginative. She took a great deal of pleasing.
My porcine and enfeebled father, who was nearing
seventy years at the time and not likely to achieve
that goal, staged a feast of welcome for this fourth
bride. He fell asleep at the table, a cup of wine in
his trembling hand, and his guards had to haul his
corpulent body to his bed. I took it upon myself, as
the last remaining son at hand, to escort the lovely,
and I was sure virginal, bride. She smiled at me shyly
and held my arm to her lithe body as we mounted the
stairs. I was surprised her breasts were so firm and
so firmly corseted.
"I fear," she whispered, "that your dear father will
do me little harm tonight."
"Nor little good," I whispered, enjoying the view of
her fine mounds, which actually rubbed against each
other in her tight corset and thus produced a deep
valley begging for exploration. I bent and kissed high
on both breasts and then nuzzled her throat. She
purred.
Father's men had undressed him down to his frilly
shirt and he lay on his back snoring and looking like
a beached whale, his wrinkled privates hidden by his
fat belly. The girl and I stood beside the high bed,
looked at him and then at each other. "Perhaps," she
sighed, "you will have to be his substitute. Can you
do that? Do his duties?"
She smiled and licked her lips as her hand came to
fondle my bulging groin.
"I can but try," I whispered back as I set to unlacing
her bodice.
"He would not allow me to bring any of my maids with
me," she said as she wiggled under my eager hands.
"Such a pity," I told her as I bent to kiss the tiny
nipples of her warm, plump breasts again, each one,
when she was down to shift and stays. "There is a
closet over there where you may wash and do what you
need do," I suggested.
She went up on her toes and kissed my cheek and pulled
free of my hands. When she emerged she had shed her
waist-cinching corset and wore only her thin
undergarment. She was barefoot.
She stood beside the bed, glanced at her new husband
whose fat belly rose and fell with his breathing and
then somehow shrugged the wide-set straps from her
shoulders and let her white gown flutter to the floor,
pausing briefly at her jutting nipples and womanly
hips.
My heart stopped and my mouth fell open I am sure.
She crawled up onto the bed giving me a fine view of
her rounded buttocks and tight-lipped cunny, a bulging
mouth in a furry nest waiting to be kissed, to be
licked and sucked. With my heart restarted and racing,
I disrobed quickly, freed my aching member from my
tight codpiece and slipped under the covers beside
her, rigid and all but panting, my woman pleaser
already dripping.
Although I had just turned seventeen, I was well
practiced with girls having enjoyed the charms of the
household maids for five years or so. Hardly a day
passed, that one or another of the young females
didn't lead me aside and spread her charms for my
attention.
"Please Billy," Kitty sighed as I hugged her and let
her feel my stalk on her legs, having convinced her
not to call me Guillem as my father did, "Be
gentle for I am a true virgin and know nothing of
men."
I kissed my way down her ripe body, sucking her hard
tits and licking at her navel on my way to her
treasures where I devoured her until she arched,
writhed and gasped, clamping one hand to her mouth and
the other to the back of my head as her groin
liquefied and her nether lips fluttered. I actually
entered her with my tongue and found her hot and
ready, as wet as any of the luscious youngsters with
whom I had dallied.
I spread her long legs and rose between them, my iron-
hard member in my shaking hand, eager to introduce the
lovely youngster to the joys of the flesh. I rubbed
its purple head up and down her stretched lips and
then screwed it into to her pink opening and pushed.
She arched, dug in her heels and raised her knees.
"Ah," she gasped loudly and my father, lying beside us
and insensate, groaned. I was in perhaps as deep as my
thumb might reach and she was fiercely tight, outer
lips fluttering, inner ones rippling, sucking me
deeper.
She shook her head from side to side, covering her
face with her dark hair and lifting her legs higher,
knees bent, as my ram probed deeper and found her taut
maidenhead. I grasped both legs and spread them
widely. I kissed and licked at her breasts, nibbled
her neck and then kissed her deeply and tongued her as
I pressed deeper, upward and inward, my cods in
turmoil and my ram aching. I had opened a few virgins
and generally found them more trouble than they were
worth.
She whimpered when she yielded, and I ripped her open
and slipped the whole thing in her, right to the balls
and let go of her legs. She looked up at me wide-eyed
and then she smiled as I began to recoil.
"Good, good, well done. You can't imagine how strange
that feels, being torn open. It's alive and it's in
me."
I thrust slowly back in, all the way in and then
recoiled once more, held my eager prick right at her
quivering inner lips and asked, "Ready?"
She nodded and I fucked her, harder and faster than I
had ever done, and she met me thrust for thrust with
her pelvis, wrapping me in her long legs, bracing her
heels on my butt and pressing me deeper and snorting
with effort, arched up on her head and shoulders. We
banged our bodies together, merciless, both of us.
Soon the only sounds were our grunting with effort and
our flesh smacking together.
"Yes, yes, yes,' she sobbed as she arched up and
rocked from side to side. "Do it, do it, do it! It's
so good, so good. Harder, still harder!" She shuddered
beneath me and went absolutely rigid and then
collapsed into softness.
It was wonderful. I was tireless. Sweat poured down my
face and dripped off my nose. I slowed, lifted her
right leg high, ducked my head and rolled her over on
her face, and then, with my hands crushing her young
breasts I impaled her once more, satisfied myself
fully and pumped my cream into her until I was spent,
pulled free and flopped down beside her quivering
body. She climbed over me, kissed me and stroked my
slimy cock and then licked it and fondled my emptied
scrotum.
"Oh Billy," she sobbed. "I need more."
"Soon, soon," I told her, hoping I was not lying.
Then my long, limp cock was in her mouth and her
tongue was circling its head.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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