Vixen and Queen Alice - Sex Stories

Vixen and Queen Alice

... stuck up all excited between them. Oh and his metal boots by the look of it, but that didn’t matter I supposed. Jumping onto him like a cat into a tree my Lady giggled her head off and the knight caught her as if she weighed nothing at all. She squirmed down over his length and, I won’t lie to you, I squirmed too, watching how much fun she was having. His big, scarred hands gripped her bum and he impaled his queen - deeply, over and over - on his thick meat. The muscles on him quivered and – oh dear – she started getting very noisy. Deep breaths at first, then little words, then full on moans and groans. The silly cow. There is encouraging noise, then there is this wild joy that won’t do anyone any good if you ask me. She only had to get him to release in her, anything else was just… not duteous. But before two dozen strokes she goes all stiff, digs her fingernails in him and cries out another fruity climax! Properly howling with it too, having a literal fit on this big cock. She was enjoying it far too much. Then I realised. My Lady was young and healthy and it had been months since her wedding night. Months without a man. I could rub her hungry tummy, but at the end of the day, she needed feeding. The knight looked uneasy, but still plunged “yeses” out of my Lady as he carried her across the chambers to the bed. He slipped her off him and laid her out, still shivering and slinky with her crisis. I have to say, she looked done. Blushed down to the tits, she was, and mouth ...

... stuck in a dopey smile. But bless her, she rolled over onto her front and tipped up her bottom. She had remembered her duty after all. Or something. “Don’t stop now,” she said. The knight sheathed his cock in her - to the hilt - and they both gasped. I hoped this would pass quickly now, from my experience men burst easy like this. I prayed my Lady would keep her voice down too. All it would take was some mischievous courtier to pass the window, earwig an abandoned howl of ecstasy, and drop a hint to the king. We would all be done up like kippers. Oh dear. The knight pummelled her rear with a plumpy slap-slap-slap that my Lady soon smothered with long puffs. Then whimpers, then little yelps. He pushed her down flat, closed her knees and straddled her, ploughing the furrow beneath her bottom, galloping hard and fast. She stifled her cries with the mattress but couldn’t control herself, arching and pushing back at him and heartily grunting into yet another, selfish, dangerous, climax. Something about this fella really hit the spot it seemed. Honest, she was screaming. I jumped in, deciding I had to quiet her down, shove something in her gob. Then the king barged past me. There was no innocent explanation for the position he found them in. “We fell over” wasn’t going to cut it. “Sir MICHAEL!” he roared. I rushed and put myself between them, but the king knocked me aside and slapped the knight hard. On the arse. “Good Lad!” He bellowed, “Look at that flank Alice! Hard as a horse! A ...