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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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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
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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