“Oh, such naughty Lords,” Gretchen sniggered, shaking her ass back and forth as they groped it.
Finally they let go of her ass and watched her flop over onto her back.
Throwing her legs apart, she splayed them out and bared her hairy pussy to Atheling. Lying the way she was, her head was dangling down over the edge of the table on the other side with her long, braided hair hanging down almost brushing the floor.
Smiling lewdly, Atheling grabbed up the little brush and churned up a froth of white foam in the little porcelain cup while the earl walked around to the other side of the table where Gretchen’s head was hanging over the edge.
“Would my Lady like to partake of a little royal sausage before the festivities begin?” the earl leered down at her as he lifted his big, limp peter and rubbed its bloated, purple head across her pretty, pink lips.
“I’ve never tasted royal sausage before,” Gretchen giggled. “What does it taste like?”
“Just about the same as common sausage, I’m afraid,” the earl snickered. “But it does have a creme filling that most wenches find quite tasty.”
“But if you give me your cr? filling, how will I be able to mount your mighty steed?” she asked with a smile on her upside down face.
“We have all afternoon, my Lady,” the earl grinned down at her. “And I’m sure that my Lady will find a way to bring him back to life . . .”
“Well, if it is the earl’s wish, I will dine on his royal sausage and bring forth its creamy filling,” she laughed, quickly sucking his cock into her mouth.
As she hungrily sucked and slurped on the earl’s peter, Atheling smeared the thick, white foam all around the big, meaty cleft between her widely splayed legs. Once he was satisfied that all the hair was covered with the white foam, he set down the cup and picked up the straight razor. Giving it a couple of quick strops on the long, leather strop, he brought it up to Gretchen’s hairy groin and began to shave away the lush growth of foam-covered curls. Holding onto the girl’s fleshy pussy lips, Atheling maneuvered them this way and that way as he skillfully wielded the razor over and round her pussy. Being careful not to nick her, he quickly cleared away the forest of gold curls.
Setting aside the razor, he dabbed one of the linen napkins in the little basin of water and gently wiped away the last of the foam.
“There, much better . . . the forest no longer restricts one’s view of the beautiful valley,” Atheling grinned, running his fingers over the soft folds of flesh below her cleanly shaven mons.
“Yes, much . . .” the earl panted, still working his hips back and forth as he fucked Gretchen’s pretty face. As he did, Gretchen had her arms stretched out up above her head with her hands curled around the earl’s hips. Pushing and pulling on the earl’s hips, she controlled the pace of the fucking her mouth was getting.
Atheling could see that the earl’s cock was now fully charged as it slithered in and out between Gretchen’s pouty, pink lips.
Bending down over her, Atheling quickly fingered the fat, gorged lips of her pussy apart. He could see that the girl’s excitement was obvious as juice was seeping out of her pussy and running down into the crack of her plump ass. Bending down lower, Atheling stuck out his tongue and slowly licked it up the lush, juice-filled gash between the thick, bloated lips of her pussy. Savoring the tart taste of her juices on his tongue, he inhaled deeply, taking in the pungent scent of her oestrus. Licking higher, Atheling quickly found the jut of her big clit with the tip of his insistent tongue.
Licking the tip of his tongue across her swollen clit, Atheling heard a soft gurgle escape out of her mouth around the earl’s pistoning prick.
Then as he began teasing and tormenting her big clit, Atheling reached up and latched onto her undulating tits with both hands. Milk was seeping out of her big, puffy nipples coating her breast and his hands with its sticky warmth as he plucked and pulled on them.
As Atheling continued to lick and lap at Gretchen’s big clit, he could hear the earl panting and grunting as his hips worked back and forth faster and faster.
“Yes—yes—yes—suck harder—harder—” the earl grunted as he pumped his cock in and out of Gretchen’s mouth.
“Unhhhhhhh . . .” Gretchen gurgled out around his cock as she hungrily slurped away at it.
Looking up over Gretchen’s smoothly shaven mons and her softly rounded belly, Atheling could see that the earl’s face was distorted into a pre-eruptive grimace as he humped away at the girl’s pretty face.
Then, all of a sudden, the earl lunged forward and buried his cock into Gretchen’s mouth all the way up to its hairy hilt. As he did, Atheling heard Gretchen give out a choking gurgle and the muscles in her throat began to clench and relax. She had taken him into her throat, Atheling perversely thought as the earl continued to hold his cock thrust down into the girl’s mouth. Atheling could only imagine how much cum the earl’s evil cock was spewing out into the girl’s throat as Gretchen’s full, pink lips were buried in the mass of curly brown hairs encircling the thick base of the earl’s buried cock. The earl’s big, dangling balls were hanging down below his cock and brushing against her forehead as he kept himself thrust down into her throat.
At last, with a tired grunt, the earl stepped back and slowly pulled his wilting penis out of her mouth and throat. As he did, Gretchen’s tits heaved up and down wildly when she sucked in a deep, lungful of air.
“My Lady, please let me know if you ever wish to leave your service to the queen,” the earl groaned. “For if you do, I have a position for you in my castle . . .”
“Did I please the earl?” she asked, coyly running her little, pink tongue around her lips.
“Never has he been pleased so royally,” he muttered, stepping back up to her and lifting his limp penis back up to her mouth. “But now, you must bring your royal mount back to life.”
“As you wish,” she laughed, opening her mouth and sucking his big dick back inside it.
As Atheling kept on tonguing and licking at her clit, Gretchen lifted her feet up into the air and gently rested their soles on his broad shoulders. Then, she splayed her legs out so wide the soles of her feet were resting against his neck as she humped herself up at his ravaging attack on her vulnerable clit.
Seeing the muscles in her belly tightening, Atheling assaulted her clit with even more savagery, slashing his tongue back and forth across it as fast as he could.
Then, even as she continued to feast on the earl’s hardening penis, she gave out a loud “Oompfffff.”
Her whole body stiffened and her legs began to quiver and shake as she thrust herself up against Atheling’s mouth.
As she came, the earl sadistically pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, never even slowing his attack on it. But Gretchen didn’t seem to mind as she came and came and came.
But at last it was over for her as she melted back down onto the table.
Rising up from between Gretchen’s chunky legs, Atheling wiped the back of his hand across his lips and saw that the earl’s prodigious penis was once again back in full fighting order. But that didn’t deter the earl from continuing his assault on Gretchen’s mouth. And as he humped away at her mouth, the earl now had his hands wrapped around Gretchen’s mammoth breasts. He was roughly squeezing them, pulling on them and milking them. As he did streams of milk were squirting up from her big, puffy nipples and splashing back down on her breasts speckling them with little, white dots of milk.