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The Contest
by Realoldbill (no address provided)
***
In a time, long ago, forced to marry, a young women
devises a test for her suitors. (MF, mast, voy,
medieval)
***
"Daughter, you know I love you very much and I respect
your intelligence, but you must marry and marry soon.
Your sisters insist."
The young woman nodded and made a sour face.
"I have found no man I can respect, father. I have
tried, honestly."
"I know," he said. "But I am going to stage a tourney
for your hand."
She shook her head. "Please, for the right to court me
but not, I hope, to marry without my consent."
"Very well, to court you. But I want you married by
next month, three weeks. Understand?"
"What sort of tourney?"
"Athletic mostly, some chess perhaps, wrestling,
quarter-staff, archery. That sort of thing."
"I would like to add an event. One I would conduct
personally."
Her father wrinkled his forehead and waited.
"Ejaculation, sir." She smiled. "Ejaculation for both
distance and quantity."
"You jest!"
"No sir. I insist. The man I choose must be capable of
pleasing me and of fathering your heirs. Oh, and size
of his, what shall I call it... member, eh?"
"Very well daughter. And you will supervise?"
"Veiled, in serving costume, with my maids."
He nodded, "See to it."
Back in her quarters she summoned her Nubian slave. He
appeared, bowed and smiled.
"How far can you spurt?" She asked.
"Perhaps across this room, wall to wall. What is that,
eight feet?"
"Show me," she said with a smile.
He stripped off his tunic and bared his immense, black
phallus which hung thick and long between his muscular
thighs, arched over his huge ball sack.
"Well?" he said, "proceed.
"Turnabout and show me your ass," he requested.
She laughed, shed her long wrap and faced her bed,
spreading her feet. He approached, stroked his
swelling penis up and down her slit and eased it into
her gently, leaned back and enjoyed feeling his
erection develop with his glans in her fluttering
outer lips. They had played this game many times.
When he was satisfied and it was rearing up well above
the horizontal, looking as thick as his forearm and
nearly as long, he stepped back to the door of the
chamber, grasped his massive root, trembled, squeezed
his balls and then with his cock in his hand, spurted
out three thick ribbons of his semen, one right after
the other.
"Well done," she said, wrapping her body in her long
silk robe. "Now step it off, tell me how far you
jetted."
The big man bowed and put his feet on the floor, one
right after the other. "The nearest is six feet,
mistress, the second is a bit more than eight and the
farthest, the first one is... let's say ten of my
feet."
"Thank you."
"Impressive, eh?"
"Saturday I want you to come and help me at my
pavilion. Go make a measuring stick that is a foot
long, the inches marked clearly, a flat one I think to
lay cocks upon." She smiled again.
He bowed and left.
So that Saturday eleven young men assembled at the
palace, eager to have a chance to wed the young woman,
to bed her and enjoy her obvious charms. The prince's
eldest daughter was robbed and veiled along with three
of her lovely maids and waited in a tent with side
panels that was open on only one side. One man had
withdrawn from the competition when the test of
ejaculation was announced.
The men were called from their other contests one by
one, told to open their codpiece and produce their
genitals and then were encouraged to achieve a good
erection with the help of female fingers and tongues.
When they were ready, they were measured and then
stepped to a line and preceded, often with cries of
release, to do what they were required to do.
After five competitors had done the task, the young
woman was discouraged. None of the contestants had
reached even as far as the five-foot marker although
one had produced a series of thick spurts.
And none of the men had more than six inches of root
to brag about.
The sixth man was big and proud. His male member was
thick and soon hard and measured more than seven
inches. Two of the maids stroked him while the
princess watched, amused and impressed. There was
nothing handsome about the man, but he was big.
His first ejaculation arched out beyond the five-foot
marker and his second wiggled out almost as far and
then his third was much shorter. He shook his
softening cock and one the girls took him to a basin
to wash while his efforts were measured and recorded.
The next suitor failed to ejaculate and left red-
faced.
The eighth managed three thick spurts but the furthest
barely reached the five-foot mark.
The next came in proudly, already half aroused,
quickly stepped to the line, produced a very stubby
and thick tool and squeezed it. Out exploded a ribbon
of milky white that arched up and fell halfway to the
ten-foot mark and then he grunted and did another just
about the same, put his massive root away, bowed and
left, unmeasured.
That was when I entered the lists. I had no real
interest in marrying anyone, but I knew that I heavily
endowed by my father and his father, both known for
their size and endurance, both fathers of numerous
off-spring, mostly illegitimate and many of them
dusky. The woman had been pointed out to me and she
was, indeed, lovely and I found myself aroused by the
sight of her. I inquired and found that her dowry in
both gold and land was substantial. My brother had
told of her several times; he was enthralled.
I bowed and smiled, produced my thick phallus and
allowed the girls to smile at me and play with it
until it was rigid, perhaps not fully engorged but
certainly aroused. One produced a thin, flat board and
laid my throbbing cock on it, making a mark and
arching her brow.
"More than eight," she said to her veiled mistress.
I smiled knowing I still would get longer and thicker.
I toed the line, gasped my ram and felt the blood
vessels pulsing. I closed my eyes, pictured the young
woman spread and waiting, felt my semen flowing and
raised the angle of my corded weapon as if it were a
howitzer.
I must admit that I gasped on the first spurt which
arched out as a wriggling ribbon. I put my other hand
down on my swollen scrotum and the second bolt of
pearly jism almost surpassed the first, both well out
toward the far stake. I clamped my fingers tightly on
the base of my eager root, took a deep breath,
released with a sob and then ejaculated with every
muscle I could muster, arching my back and tensing my
buttocks and groin.
"Ah!" I cried as a fat globule exploded from me and
arched out like a mortar shell, well beyond the place
where my first two explosions lay melting into the
ground.
The maid walked me to a small table and poured water
into a basin and washed my thick manhood gently.
Before she was done, the duke's oldest daughter was at
my side. She grasped my softening male member and
whispered, "I want this."
I put my arm about her and whispered, "It is yours,
but I fear not yours alone."
She nodded and stroked me gently. "I understand. We
all have obligations, but you do wish to marry me,
don't you?"
"I fear not, but my younger brother, who is as long
and strong as I am, would be a fine mate for you." I
bent and kissed her cheek. "And then you and I could
entertain each other from time to time."
"I doubt it," she said, "for I will be loyal. Why is
he not here?"
I am his substitute. He was injured in the jousting,
unhorsed I fear, lamed and in pain. He does admire you
though.
Her hand closed about my long ram and stretched it
out. "Very well," she said. "I trust you and I will
meet him, talk to him, and perhaps, marry him. For
this, this thing in my hand, is what I want."
It was arranged just as I planned. My brother is happy
and so is the lovely girl and I am still free. She is
still a great lay.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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