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A Winning Pair
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

The storyteller wins a pair of lovelies and shares 
with his son. (Mm/ff, underage, hist)

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The elderly baron had two things I wanted. I was 
willing to kill him for them but was not sure that was 
the best route to my goal. He had recently married his 
fourth or fifth wife, a fair young woman who father 
owed him much and he had, at the same time, acquired 
her young sister as her servant, a handmaid. I wanted 
them both in my bed. 

The sister, a glorious blonde, was even more lovely 
and was barely nubile, my favorite sort of bed-warmer. 
The young ones were so grateful for what I gave them, 
and gave them, and gave them.

So I euchred him into gambling when he was well in his 
cups and when he was in much farther than he could 
easily pay, I offered to double the bet and, of 
course, won. Then I sprang my trap. "You owe about a 
hundred, m'lord, in gold," I told him. "I fear I must 
demand payment."

"I will have to sell some land, the river bottom 
perhaps." I refilled his cup.

"There is, sir, another way, if you wish. You have 
something I want."

"Eh, what is that?"

"Patrice and her sister, Margot."

"Ha, the new girl, eh? Well, they are a nuisance I 
must admit, full of demands, quite expensive tastes. 
I'll give you either for a hundred."

"One hand for both." I suggested and in a minute and a 
half, I had won, and they were mine. My cods trembled. 
He made a sour face.

I hauled the drunkard to the cathedral and had him 
foreswear his wife and purchase an annulment for which 
I gladly paid. The bishop's foul secretary smiled as 
he pocketed the fee.

Then I brought him to his sprawling home and helped 
him up to his bedroom. The sun was just setting when 
he flopped on his back, cursing me.

I marched down the long hall, kicking open doors until 
I found the luscious blonde and told her to bring her 
sister down to the great hall. I went down and waited, 
and they were there in a minute or so, trailed, 
unfortunately, by their foul lord and former master, 
unsteady on his feet and very angry.

"I said nothing of clothes," he roared before I had 
fully explained to the beautiful young woman that she 
and her pale sister were now mine, lock-stock-and-
barrel as it were. The baron stumbled to his former 
wife, grinned and tore her gown and frilly 
undergarments from her body. My cock lurched. She was 
even lovelier than I had imagined a ripe goddess. 

He then ripped off the sister's light dress and 
underclothes and turned to face me. "There, take the 
sluts, bare assed. They may keep their shoes, a gift 
from me. The clothes are mine." The left with his arms 
full of wasted silk and satin.

"Get your jewelry and other valuables and hurry. I 
will take your sister to the carriage." I put my arm 
about Margot's slim waist and pulled her to me. She 
looked up and I kissed her, feeling another surge of 
lust as I cupped her bare buttocks. I wondered how old 
she was; twelve, thirteen, barely ripe?

She blinked at me as I caressed her and hurried her 
outside. Her eager sister was there in a minute with a 
brocaded box in her hands, and we left for my manse 
with me and the former wife facing the naked blonde 
whose hairless love socket I had recently fingered.

I reluctantly gave the overheated sister the lap robe 
and put my cloak on eager Patrice after bending to 
kiss her cherry-tipped breast. She cuddled next to me 
while I petted her soft mound and explained that she 
was no longer married and that I had won them both 
from her ex-husband. I kneaded her bare flesh and she 
nuzzled nicely, breathing rather rapidly as I slipped 
my middle fingers into her and found a very sensitive 
area that produced squeals of pleasure.

"Good, good," she exclaimed. "He was a foul beast, a 
degenerate." Her hand stroked my codpiece and she 
discovered my arousal. She smiled up at me. "Look 
here, sister, let me show you your new master." She 
quickly unlaced my britches and out flopped my swollen 
pestle. The blonde's eyes got very big and she put 
fingers to her mouth, letting the limp robe fall open 
to display her swelling charms. Her conical young 
breasts were pippins. As far as I could tell, there 
was no hair between her legs; she was that young.

"See," she crowed, holding it up as it swelled and 
hardened, assuming its normal spear shape. "This is 
all yours, daily at least, hourly for me perhaps, and 
you will grow to love it I'm sure." She bent and 
kissed its blunt head. It was up and trembling, a 
spire of vein-covered flesh at least as long and thick 
as the girl's forearm. I was rightly proud of it and 
of my ability to please women as well as myself; 
thrice a day was normal for me and my weapon. The 
tavern girls quaked when I entered.

"Is she a virgin?" I asked the girl with my hardening 
cock in her squeezing hand.

"Yes, indeed, sir, even though that bastard tried to 
mount her several times." She bent and licked my 
cockhead and then dripped saliva on it.

"Oh sir," said the fair girl across from me, holding 
the robe to her swelling breasts, "it is so large and 
still growing and rising. It is frightening." She 
licked her lips.

Patrice grasped my ball sack and squeezed gently. "It 
is perfect, you silly, made to give you pleasure. 
Watch now and learn." And with that she shed the cape 
and swung a long leg across my thighs and quickly 
rose, her breasts in my face as she grasped my cock 
and impaled herself. She squinted her eyes closed as 
she slowly sank on it and its thick shaft disappeared 
between her fluttering lips. The blonde stared, 
mesmerized.

Margot watched in amazement as her lush sister began 
to bounce up and down on my legs, moving my shaft in 
and out of her cunny faster and faster, smacking us 
together and gasping out her cries of pleasure as I 
nipped at her breasts. I held her hips and pulled her 
down while I thrust upward and she quickly climaxed on 
my pubic bone, shivering and moaning as she became hot 
and wet. I held her to me, still enjoying her clinging 
depths, until she quieted and then helped her 
dismount. 

My dripping phallus still stood there, fully aroused 
and quivering. The young girl smiled, leaned forward 
and licked it clean while displaying her fine breasts 
for my pleasure. I pulled her down to the floor and 
pressed my thick rod between her firm globes, pressed 
them together and stroked until I ejaculated, leaving 
streamers of my jism on her lovely face before I 
filled her sucking mouth. She sat back, licking her 
lips and smiling.

I brought the girls into my home and sent for my son. 
He appeared quickly and then smiled broadly as I 
introduced my new mistress and her luscious sister, 
both barely covered.

"Margot here is a virgin, my lad, and I wish you to be 
the first to pry her open and introduce her to the 
pleasures of the flesh. I know you have practiced on 
our maids and servants, but be gentle with her, she is 
young and untouched. Her sister and I will come join 
you later after we have had time to change our 
clothes."
 
My eager son bowed, promised to be gentle and then led 
the blonde girl, still wrapped in a flimsy robe toward 
his rooms.

Patrice and I mounted the stairs and she helped me 
undress and then we fell onto my big bed and exhausted 
each other.

Then I gave her one of my shirts to wear, put on my 
loose dressing gown, and we went down to see how her 
sister was doing. We found my naked son on his back 
and the lithe girl astride him, digging in her knees 
and smacking his flanks as she urged him to greater 
effort, her wild hair flying as she posted and cried 
out for more. More speed, more depth.

I lifted the lovely girl off the boy who thanked me 
for saving him. I put her on her back and eased my 
massive pike into her while her beautiful sister 
comforted my son, licking his spent prong.

The young one's eyes got very big as my man-sized ram 
entered her fleshly plowed furrow, and I soon had her 
bucking and mewling. Another of my gambles had paid 
off, and my son and I were in for many months of 
pleasure before we sought new companions.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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