Brangaine

She could actually convince the simpleton that she was committed by law and custom to fuck the rider! However, he made it a condition to be allowed to watch her fuck. She finally agreed and early the next morning she gave her virginity to the rider. She exulted in pleasure and howled in pain when he finally pierced her tight hymen properly and quickly continued fucking her. She changed the bloodstained sheet in one of the breaks to hide it in the marital bedroom. Some good maid would discover it and show it to the prince. They stayed in bed all day, fucking and caressing each other until Angelus rang in the evening, him spurting his seed into her in rich jets. In every break she whispered how beautiful it was with him and much, much more intense than the ass fucking.

Her hubby didn't come in until late afternoon, sat down on the bed next to them and watched them fuck, much to the chagrin of the rider. It was all right, after all it was necessary according to their custom and besides, she wanted it herself, she wanted it so badly. He took the right to be there for it, he had kept it that way with his former wives when they wanted to fuck someone mad with horniness. He let himself be persuaded to acquiesce every time, the women obviously needed the fucking with big and strong cocks that lasted a long time. He couldn't offer them that, his cock was only medium or too small and he had to cum after only a minute. They let him watch them fuck every time for hundreds of afternoons, they didn't want to deny that to the beloved Peeping Tom. Watching excited him of course, his wives could enjoy their lovemaking for hours, spreading their cunt with their hands so he could get a good look at the lover's squirting or their twitching cunt as they climaxed. He had his hand tucked under his robe and kept his cock stiff and ready with gentle rubbing. As soon as the lover paused or was exhausted, he would penetrate her vagina with his little cock and squirt after a few minutes. Usually his wife's cunt was still excited from fucking her lover or from clit rubbing, so he could experience the gratifying feeling of fucking an aroused woman moaning with pleasure.

But the new woman did not want that, she had made that clear to him right away when he allowed her to fuck the rider the other day. She listened to him with laboriously suppressed disgust as he told her about his wives fucking other men. He described in great detail, obviously aroused, how it had gone with his previous wives, that they had willingly let him watch them fuck and that he was allowed to fuck them in between or after.

Her disgust, however, did not prevent her from listening to his stories in the following weeks with more and more detail. On the one hand, she could tickle everything out of him in great detail and enjoyed deliciously all the erotic goings‐on of his wives, it horned her up and she felt the rising excitement. She did not know until now that she could get so excited listening to pig stuff. It was, after all, the first time she had been told such smut. In the past, when she or her boys caught a couple fucking, they watched but didn't talk about it much. She made her master describe in great detail the private parts of his wives and kept asking him until he had described every little detail to her. Her cunt and her appearance, the size and texture of the labia and vaginas and how they felt when fucked. The size and shape of the clits and their little heads, but also what the fold of skin that covered the little head looked like. She also wanted him to describe to her in great detail her method of masturbation. He could describe that in great detail because he had watched them do it hundreds of times when they invited him to watch. But very often he watched them secretly when they thought they were alone and unobserved. With one hand they very carefully pushed back the fold of skin over the clit and exposed the little head. With the other hand they moistened the head with spit and began to rub. In climax, however, they were very different. One closed her thighs very tightly and huddled together as if in spasm, another continued to rub her clit furiously until the climax had subsided. The third spread her labia with both hands to show him exhibitionistically her twitching and trembling cunt. But when the wife had not played with her clit for a longer time, her desire to be fucked grew rapidly. His young wife listened quite attentively when he revealed his wives' sexual preferences, habits and other pig stuff. On the other hand, she was preparing to do the same as his wives soon, he wasn't getting any younger.

Now, however, she thought long and hard about how she could talk him out of all this. After much arguing, she gave in: Watching yes, but in between mount and squirt in: no! She did not want to be disturbed at all while fucking with her faithful noble rider, she had said energetically and indignantly.

Therefore, dull jealousy understandably ate through his gut as his young wife, full of bliss and lust, clutched her thrusting rider and gradually raced toward climax. The old man sat on the edge of the bed, propped up on the rider's bobbing buttocks, and bent down low to watch his wife's pumping cock and blood‐red vagina fuck quite clearly. He was all excited as the rider rhythmically contracted the muscles of his butt to squirt. After the squirting, the old man bent down very low to watch the semen spilling out of the girl's vagina again. This reassured him immensely, she would not get pregnant, the semen did not stay inside her, she heard him murmur and thought to herself, because I am already filled to the brim with semen! She gave her hubby a loving smile while she fucked her rider without stopping and rubbed her clit covertly under her hand secretly. She covered her pubic area with one hand so that her nearsighted husband could not see her clit while she was rubbing it; she saved that for later. The old man's eyes filled with tears of dull jealousy as she moaned and groaned with pleasure. Her husband was a little disappointed and left immediately. She sucked the rider's glans in her mouth with relish so that he quickly stiffened again and placed him in her vaginal entrance with a gentle hand, then they fucked all over again, until evening.

In the evening the Old Prince promised his tired wife to send a maid to the gentle rider every evening to warm his bed. He did not reveal that he did not want to send any of his pretty young maids, but only the ugly northern women who scrubbed the floors or slaved in the cellar or warehouse. He wanted to punish the rider a bit because his young wife was so eager to screw him. Yes, he was going to get everyone that no other man wanted to fuck. The rider, on the other hand, was very pleased with the changing bedfellows, but all of them were older than him, some of them already at the age of 40. He was a cheerful, optimistic person, who did not even notice the malice behind it. For him, all naked women were beautiful; he had never seen an ugly naked woman. Communication was often difficult, since all these maids were war booty from Arthur's battles with the Danes, Frisians and Saxons. Still, he was glad for the welcome change; there really was a different northern woman every night. The majority shy as a virgin, others obscene and frivolous. Thin and fat, pretty and not so pretty. Most he could strip off the dress right away and gaze curiously at their nakedness, others initially wanted to cover themselves shamefacedly with the sheet. They had bathed in the nearby stream just before and made themselves pretty as best they could, so that they could at least go to the young man clean. He inspected their vaginas thoroughly, and once he turned the maiden away, explaining in kind words that he was afraid of her ugly rash on her cunt, venereal disease and infection, she had to send him another maid.

This one was small and very fat. When he stripped off her dress, he was surprised by her big and beautiful breasts. He immediately overlooked her fatness when she showed him her naked body without any shyness and he examined her cunt. Not only did she have considerably large labia, but also the largest clit he had ever seen. When he pushed back the fold of skin over the clit, he saw the large clit, which was almost half the length of his little finger and shaped like a small penis. At first it irritated him and he asked if she was a hermaphrodite, but she laughed that it really wasn't a little dick, it was her clit. She knew that it was bigger than other clits and shaped like a penis, but she often had tried but could not fuck another girl. She answered his questions, she was much too young to be raped at the time of capture and was still a virgin even though she was already 24 years old. Yes, she rubbed her clit very frequently and loved the fulfilling climaxes. Every night she would rub her clit until she fell asleep. She really wanted to fuck him, she said, she would try her best to give him a nice experience. She had three climaxes standing up before she swallowed his semen during the third climax and quickly lay down with him. She opened her legs and cunt wide and hugged him exultantly. As he deflowered her, she smiled beautifully and, instead of a cry of pain, emitted only a satisfied "Aaah!" That night was shaping up to be one of the most exciting. She fucked along so gracefully and actively that he poured himself inside her three times until his seed was exhausted. Before the third pass, he thought he could take no more, but she laughed cooing and got him hard again in no time. She turned him on his back and mounted him. He was ridden as delightfully as he had ever been ridden. He was really very pleasantly surprised, for he had not expected her to be so limber and to fuck him so well, despite her thick body.

Two things they all had in common: prayer to the goddess and blowjobs. Prayer had been drilled into them in their new home, though they never fucked. The rider was adamant that each maid wash him in complete nudity, for he did not accept her shyness and wanted to feel her cunt as she washed him. He reached from behind between her ass cheeks to bring her clit to climax with his fingers.

He felt that the bodies of these northern women were a little different from the bodies of the Welsh women. He looked at their clits very carefully, because as maids of the lowest category, the only thing left for them was masturbation. He believed that frequent masturbation must make the clitoris grow. A few actually had large clits, but most had medium‐sized ones. He had never seen such large clits in his previous acquaintances. He questioned them, but that did not help him. All of them masturbated themselves before falling asleep, those with big clits as well as those with medium sized clits, with or without explosions. It was impossible to tell at all from the outside which clit was probably well‐trained or lazily neglected.

It had spread like wildfire among the northern girls that the young gentleman wanted to play with her clit to begin with. She washed her own cunt conscientiously and stood expectantly beside his bed. As soon as he reached around her ass cheeks and stroked her pubic cleft, she stood with her legs apart and pushed her ass back very firmly so that he could reach her clit more easily. With her eyes closed, she felt the gradual rise of her arousal and let the explosions happen. She only knew the explosions from masturbation, and it was new for her to stand buck‐stiff and spread‐eagled next to his bedside and have him do it to her, and he was really very good at it. She trembled towards the climaxes, moaning lustily or breathing words in a foreign language. She remained unperturbed when she wanted to have more climaxes and stroked his cock only very gently. The excitement in her abdomen increased each time and she demanded more, even more. When her abdomen burned with arousal, she turned to him.

She washed the youth's testicles and cock extensively before the handjob. Aroused by his fingers she was unfocused, he brought each to climax once more, before or during the final swallow of semen. She shivered standing up when her own lust overtook her during the handjob and the explosion made her legs and abdomen twitch. She said the prayer before the finale mechanically, perfunctorily and without any conviction of faith that the first seed belonged to the goddess. Trembling in her climax, she put her mouth over his glans or the whole cock to complete the handjob and swallow his semen. At first he wondered, for all these northern girls, virgin or not, swallowed his seed, it must be an entrenched custom in their homeland. Some enclosed his cock tightly with their lips, others opened their mouths very wide without touching his cock with their lips. They rubbed really fast in the finale and made him squirt in her throat. Many put his cock very deep in her throat and made his semen cum down her throat. Others held his glans between their puckered lips and let him squirt onto their tongues. But they all swallowed his seed, whether shyly and bashfully or laughing and cooing. His experience in rubbing made them explode violently at the same time, and he made them squirm and twitch for minutes. She didn't wait for her climax to fade, but kept the excitement in her hotly inflamed abdomen as she lay silently, shyly, or full of anticipation to the master of this night. They were all still highly aroused from the last climax or still in the midst of it as they nestled against the youth whose fingers excited them so beautifully.

All but a few had small, wrinkled breasts, very tight vaginas and narrow labia. Unlike the British women, they had no thick bush, but the sparse, light blond or reddish pubic hair typical of northern women, through which one could see their pubic cleft and labia. You couldn't tell by looking at them that they rarely got laid. All the less pretty ones — and that was almost all the maids — were amazingly still virgins, even though they knew all about fucking. It was very strange to him when these women, twice his age, looked at him shyly from below and whispered that down there they were still like bloody young girls. Yet he saw a fire of determination blazing in their eyes.

It was very strange to deflower 40‐year‐old women, but they wanted it and were active. They opened their legs and spread their thighs as wide as they could. Some increased their excitement and touched their clit. They nodded to him that it was okay for them now and closed their eyes. Her little cry or her long drawn out scream the moment his cock tore her hymen filled him with pride. No one in their previous lives had ever seen her as erotic or sexually attractive, no one thought of fucking at the sight of her. They wanted nothing more than to finally be loved or at least fucked. He could not give the northern girls love, but could very well be gentle with them and fuck them respectfully. Not a single one was repulsively ugly or misshapen, and when they were naked, he was amazed to discover the beauty hidden under ragged clothing of the unpretty ones considered unfuckable. Each Nordic maid possessed a certain personal beauty in her nakedness, each different, each unique, each in her own way sexually exciting in climax. He did not see their meager breasts, but their nipples, which became pointed and stiff with excitement and trembled slightly when fucked or in climax.

The virgins were full of anticipation so that he could seduce them gently and delicately and deflower them decisively. The Scottish gentlemen were too fine to screw enslaved northern girls, preferring to screw the married Welsh women or the seductive Irish noblewomen. For blowjobs they were still good enough for them, a blowjob sucked so incidentally was not sex, was it!? Some northern girls had not fucked for many years, not since their capture, they made that clear to him stuttering, only for blowjobs they always had to serve. They told haltingly that they had never been fucked since they were deflowered during the battles or their capture, that explained their initial shyness. They told how they had been brutally raped and deflowered while still on the battlefield or in their burning villages.

Some trembled with anticipation and let him arouse them with his fingers before they closed their eyes approvingly to the fucking and took him shyly between their thighs like virgins. Some clearly enjoyed being fucked and slowly got into the swing of things, others obviously wanted fun and happiness and lustfully participated from the start. There was also one who let herself be fucked listlessly and had no fun at all, but she really wanted to finish her virginity and finally know how it felt to fuck and cum in her vagina.

They all, the virgins and inexperienced, let the semen squirt into them, others only in the mouth, so as not to get pregnant. They slid down silently and took his cock, which was completely covered with her vaginal juice, into their mouths without shyness and let themselves be fucked in the mouth and squirt into it. Pregnancy and a child made life difficult for such maids, but he never thought of that for a moment. If one missed the right moment to take the cock in her mouth, he squirted in her vagina.

They nodded in agreement when he wanted to fuck another round and took glans and cock in their mouths to make him stiff. He, at least, wanted to keep fucking until his seed was exhausted. It was apparently the custom among the northern women to make the cock stiff again with blowjobs, and if one overdid it, she swallowed the sperm gurgling, they laughed merrily and somehow continued with the semi‐stiff one. The continued fucking was enjoyed by most very much and a few rubbed their clits to climax as they did so. The others rubbed their clits after fucking completely unabashedly and without any shyness, as it was common in their home country. Especially some older ones rubbed their clit to climax and at the same time drove one finger into their hole, another into their asshole and fucked themselves to climax. — The rider paused as Brangaine made herself explode.

He continued: from then on, the rider and the young mistress fucked secretly in the maids' bedchamber in the afternoon, but usually only quickly and briefly. After all, he had already fucked a Nordic maid with pleasure or deflowered a virgin during the night and was too exhausted for a longer fuck. The young girl questioned him every day and he reported more or less everything from the previous night. She was angry that the master sent him only the ugly northern women and had a hard time understanding the rider's point of view. They were all beautiful to him as soon as he stripped off their rags and their faces lit up after each climax. She was very jealous because he wasted his seed on these uglies and left little for her. Unsuspecting, he told her that the virgins also made him squirt in two or three times. Misinterpreting their whim, he strove to be even more accurate, even more detailed about the bodies and the private parts, the deflowerings and the fucking or the masturbation of the maidens.

The old lord came into the bower to look for his new one, but his bad eyes did not notice the cheating couple, who lay motionless behind the curtain on the bedstead, rigid with fright. He came back after a while and now he noticed the bare asses on the bed, but apparently did not recognize them because he could barely see. He couldn't see their faces, they were just turning their asses towards him. Did they see the new mistress, he asked into the darkness, and she disguised her voice, No, my lord! The old man leaned against the door and told them to go ahead. The rider already felt the cold steel of the executioner's sword against his neck.

Keep going, the old man muttered impatiently, so they kept going. After all, the old man couldn't see anything, two bare asses and a cock pounding in a cunthole. The rider stopped after a long poking in the cunt and remained motionless. The danger of death had not yet passed. Anxious minutes passed, but the girl's lust came back like a storm tide despite the danger of death. She fucked her rider with ferocity and the old man's head nodded along in time. She moaned loudly and rolled as she fingered her climax and he squirted after her almost instantly. Still climaxing during his squirting, she moaned ruthlessly at the top of her lungs. Fine, fine, grumbled the old man and left.

Some time later he spotted his young wife chatting innocently with the kitchen staff downstairs. He could see no sign that she had just come from fucking, only his fine nose picked up the smell of semen. He pulled her aside and whispered excitedly that he had caught a maid fucking in a bower upstairs. She smiled and said the maid had asked her permission, that was fine. She had given the maids permission for another to screw up there every day. Fucking is beautiful and fucking keeps the maids healthy, she fluted, and the simple‐minded old man nodded, though he had never heard of it.

In truth, she had forbidden the maids to enter this bower during the day. The other day — and on the following days — the old man came again. He would pull up a chair and watch them fuck for at least a quarter of an hour. What could he see? Two bare asses and a cock pounding in a vagina, soft moans and sounds of squirting and clit rubbing.

The old man finally made a fool of himself when, sneaking past, he whispered to the stunned maids, screwing is good, screwing keeps the maids healthy! But each one blushed with excitement when he chose her to spend the night with the rider. Smiling dreamily, they recalled everything they had heard about the handsome youth with strong loins. Many of them were very excited because they had practically never fucked or had not fucked for ages. If the old man was wrong and chose a maid for the second time, the maids corrected it quietly among themselves, the new mistress had ordered: a different one every night! They had to include northern girls from the craftsmen and surrounding farms already in the second week. Every night another!

And? urged Brangaine, who listened curiously and whose abdomen already burned again ablaze, what was next? — The old man told his wife every day that today already another maid had fucked upstairs and they agreed that it was all right. She asked him every time what exactly he had seen and he often reported truthfully, often he invented pure fantasy stories. Sometimes the maid had a densely haired black bush and other days she was clean‐shaven. The lover was bearded or shaved. Sometimes she was fucked in the vagina, sometimes in the ass. He squirted in the vagina or pulled out his cock to squirt on her ass cheeks. She gave handjobs or rubbed her clit. Especially with the precise description of the clit rubbing, it was clear that he was an excellent observer. The old man's fantastic descriptions excited him so much himself that he quickly dragged her into her bedchamber to flip up her skirt, quickly penetrate her vagina and cum. She stroked his hair and smiled good‐naturedly as he rubbed his cock stiffly and fucked her a second time. He was really trying hard and fucking better and better each day.

Brangaine was about to explode and gasped choppily for him to please continue. — The happy fucking ended abruptly as they were once again in mortal danger. Instead of watching from afar, the old man shuffled to the bed, knelt at the edge of the bed, and palmed the shock stiff's private parts with one hand. He stared myopically at the asses and private parts — he didn't even bother to look at their faces. He pulled the stiff cock out of her cunt and felt it for a long time, curious and examining. Then he carefully felt the girl's pubis, labia, clit, and vagina. He positioned the glans by the vaginal entrance and murmured, "here we go again!" The rider started thrusting again and the old man murmured, not so fast, it's still a long time until the Angelus! He meant the Angelus prayer before the night meal. The deadly frightened rider obeyed despite the interfering hand and slowly pushed the mistress. After some time he spurted, the old man's hand pressed him deep into the vagina and the old man murmured with excitement: "Just in with it, my son, just confidently squirt it all in!" He waited patiently until the rider had stopped squirting, pulled the cock out of the vagina and now tapped his wife's labia. "Now it's your turn, with your finger!" commanded the Old Man.

She understood and rubbed her clit, she gladly complied with this request. Nothing rather than that, she had already experienced the first climaxes with 6 years and rubbed her clit since then every night until she fell asleep. She was quite happy that the Old Man drove her to climax again. She groaned and moaned loudly on purpose in the darkness, the Old Man nodding his head along at her pace and dabbing her cunt with his fingertips. He hummed in satisfaction as she moaned and squirmed loudly in climax. Only now the old man withdrew his hand, stood up with a groan and left.

The rider had finally decided to leave, he didn't want to end up on the judging block. The Old Husband had gotten much too close to them. The mistress was deeply saddened, they both cried before they also left. At night, when the old lord was fast asleep, she came to the rider's chamber for the last time. She told him what a fairy's tale the old man had told her, but some of his fantasy was true. The horseman was delighted when she told him that she was pregnant and that he would be the father of the next prince. They fucked and kissed each other one by one, their bodies and their lips saying goodbye forever, all night long. They both knew that there could never be a future together. The dawn reminded the girl to return to the prince's bed.

The horseman interrupted the narrative as Brangaine again exploded violently as she had several times before. Then he continued, "When the rider set out again the other day after six weeks, he was given a laudatory farewell by the husband in front of the assembled court and was princely rewarded. He had trouble keeping himself on the horse, the nightly fucking had completely exhausted him.

She had a heated argument with her old man a week after the rider's departure, seeing that the time had come for her to be assigned a loin‐strong favorite to fuck during her pregnancy. She flattered him that he had deflowered her powerfully and excitingly — her ruse with the blood‐stained sheet had worked — and now she was carrying his child. Her heightened sexuality demanded to be fucked by well‐endowed favorites. The old man's remark slipped out unintentionally that he had known from day one that it was not her maids but she herself who had fucked her rider in the maids' bedchamber; he had recognized her asses and genitals immediately. Her heart almost stopped. However, he would rather watch her fuck than cause drama, so he kept his mouth shut and remained silent. She wasn't fucking just anyone, after all, she interjected, but hornily and lustfully fucking her noble rider, which he had already allowed them to do on their wedding night. He would have a hard time explaining why his permission should suddenly no longer apply. She kept silent, ashamed and horrified, thinking of all he could have witnessed during the six weeks. In any case, her husband wasn't half as goofy as everyone assumed.

She let him win generously after a few weeks of juicy piggery: he was allowed to watch the lover fuck and fuck her in between. In truth, she had also won and got her lovers without having to play out her last atout: letting the old man watch her really masturbate. The rider read her letters laboriously spelling because he was not good at reading and laughed heartily at her report. It pleased him that she had made the best of her situation. This was the young mistress he knew; she was smart, sex‐crazed, and up to no good.

Brangaine breathed a sigh of relief and laughed that this had been a great adventure and he had it fistful, the young master! He didn't answer when she asked about the child later, because he had made up or embellished a bit and any questioning could destroy his heroic epic. They rode on in silence. In the next break she let the rider fuck her profusely in the grass, he had earned that with his long tale.

After some time they made a short break to let water and the horses drink and rest. One of the riders, a little off, not only let water, but rubbed himself and splashed off into the grass with relief. They rode on, Brangaine leading behind a new rider. After only a short time, he reached for her hand and placed it on his resting cock. Brangaine felt that it was stiffening in time with the riding and held it tightly. They were slightly ahead of the others and she patiently rubbed his cock. After a while, she leaned over his shoulder and watched as she rubbed and rubbed him until he spurted onto the path. He leaned his head back and thanked her softly as she continued to rub him for a few more moments. Then she looked around. Neither this one nor the other riders cared much; it was all natural and apparently common. The other riders let their erections peek out from under their short tunics, swaying to the beat of the animal and letting the semen squirt as soon as it came of its own accord. Brangaine, who was new to all this, watched the stiff tails with fascination and smiled encouragingly when a rider squirted without further ado.

After a while she lost her natural shyness and excited her clit with her skirt pushed up. Whenever one of the riders rode next to her and was aroused, she would expose her pussy completely so he could look, grab the clit tighter, and let it explode. If the rider was watching, she would lean back tantalizingly and let him see everything. It was not uncommon for the rider to put his hand on his cock as he watched her rub her clit. It struck her that the rider only squirted once in a short stream, even when they were re‐stroking with their hand. She whispered to her rider, who confirmed it. No man would be so unreasonable as to empty himself more than necessary; the day was still long, after all. Brangaine asked if she was doing it wrong so far, and he nodded thoughtfully. You are very dedicated, dear mistress, but you squander all my semen every half hour. Less is more. Brangaine, who was satisfying herself more often than every half hour, holding on to her rider trembling violently, understood what he meant, although she could satisfy herself as often as she liked when she was aroused by the rocking. As of now, she went easy on her riders. She would sometimes beckon a rider to ride beside her, eyeing his bobbing cock curiously. She laughed out loud when peasants stood by the wayside and watched her play with her clit with their mouths open. Playing with her clit in the warm sunshine was pure quality of life! The riders grinned appreciatively and rode even more intimately in time.

On the last day Brangaine did what she had been doing all the time. She sat down in front of her rider instead of behind him, her face turned toward him. Sir Garley's eyes snapped open in amazement, as did the horse, who had never experienced anything like it. Sitting upside down!? Brangaine smiled mischievously and asked him to ride off. It took her quite a long time to sit properly. She waited for some time until the rider's cock was stiff. At last she managed to stuff part of the cock into her little hole. Then they rode on, and from time to time the rider would tear his eyes open, and Brangaine would smile with satisfaction at the little bit of semen he squirted into her vagina. All in all it was an ordeal for her, her back ached in this sitting position. But she was stubborn and contorted herself even more as she let herself sink way back on the horse's mane. The full length of the cock now disappeared into her vagina, she moved against the rhythm of the horse and now it was real fucking. Brangaine climaxed long before her rider thrust and squirted quite wildly. She kept his cock in her vagina and from time to time rubbed her clit to climax. In her climax, she found that her rider's cock was getting hard as a board. They smiled to each other and Brangaine clutched at his jerkin and let him watch her rub her clit. When they paused after a few miles, she could barely stand because of the pain in her back. She whispered to her rider that it could not go on like this. He smiled, "Madame, you are the most lustful and splendid woman I have ever met, and I enjoyed the last stretch with you as never before! Sit dutifully behind me again, he concluded, massaging her back. They whispered for a long time about the glorious fucking on horseback.

The knights took turns at the sleepovers, fucking Brangaine quite conscientiously on the queen's behalf, one after the other, tirelessly. They had, of course, squirted a little semen during the day while riding, but they all fucked diligently during the evening. Brangaine needed no masturbation at night on this trip, the warriors were sporting steel and eager to fuck the queen's pretty maid for as long as she wanted and to squirt their seed into her. She had told them all, by all means, to keep fucking her relentlessly even while she writhed and jerked in climax! They admired Brangaine's slender body, the delicate curves of her back, small butt, and especially her large, plump breasts. The knights got excited watching, and once one fell out because his cock throbbed with anticipation and semen began to gush out unintentionally. Brangaine had never seen this before, but she smiled encouragingly at the poor man and instantly rubbed him with her hand, then allowed herself to be fucked further. Brangaine eventually put a stop to them so she could sleep for a–two hours. She enjoyed those four nights full of the highest pleasures, the knights satisfying her night after night, dozens of times, without ceasing. Her vagina was overflowing with semen and there was no end to it. When one came to squirt, the next one was already ready to thrust his lance immediately into the semen of the previous one in her vagina. She had incredibly long‐lasting climaxes when one squirted during her climax and the next immediately continued fucking her. She put a finger on her clit the whole time, partly to feel the quivering of her abdomen, partly to trigger the climax at the right moment with a brief touch. After a few hours, she ended the pleasurable pack humping to sleep another one–two hours. She silently thanked her queen every night for this beautiful gift.

She arrived happily at Sir Cadwynn's and was pregnant before the wedding. The Great Mother appeared to her in a dream and said that she had conceived her son from Sir Garley, the handsome and extraordinarily strong‐cocked Welshman, on the journey. Immediately she confided in her master, then, with her head on fire, she told him in detail and truthfully about the days and nights during the journey, leaving nothing out. Only the appearance of the goddess in her dream and the paternity she skipped; she did not have to tell everything. He raised his index finger jokingly and smiled, so this was the Queen's gift? Yes, Brangaine answered seriously, she specifically wanted me to be screwed once more by this knights before I became your wife. Sir Cadwynn laughed at the top of his lungs as she told him how the queen had ordered the knights, in no uncertain terms, to do their duty, to fuck her properly and to fuck her hard to screaming orgasms. He embraced her with a smile, saying it was very typical of the energetic Guinevere he had come to know. Later he knelt down — he too lived by the rules of the Old People — and swore in the face of the Great Mother to accept the child as his own. They had a fulfilling love life as he loved to watch her masturbate and then mount her just before she climaxed, fucking her climax for as long as possible. She enjoyed it very much and when he squirted, just a brief touch of the clit was enough to get a violent, big explosion at the end of his squirting. She waited patiently until he was fast asleep, then it was time for real masturbation. She satisfied herself every night until she fell asleep, letting her imagination run wild.

She brought order to his lands and business, increased his fortune with energy, rigor and expertise. She gave birth to three beautiful sons for her master, without pondering long about paternity, because she slept with a great many men. After all, she had agreed with Cadwynn before the wedding that she, in turn, could warm the bed of all guests and visitors, and he, in turn, could have all the girls and women of his kingdom at will. Cadwynn was sure he had made a good bargain, for no guest had come to his farm for years, but he had fathered many daughters and a few sons in the land from his youth. He rode tirelessly around his little kingdom and lay with many women, their daughters and maids. At that time it was still customary for the lord to mount the wife of the subordinates at will, which was accepted by all who followed the Old Customs. However, very few had a pretty and sexually attractive wife, mostly he stuck to the daughters and maids, they were young and usually somewhat pretty.

Naturally, the sovereign had the right to fuck the farmer's wife, daughters and maids at will. The lord sent the servants out of the house to fuck undisturbed. The servants pressed their noses against the windows or the cracks in the wall. The husband sat on the edge of the bed and watched the lord's fucking of his own wife, his daughter, or a maid with mixed feelings. The presence of the landlord was his right and his duty, lest the women be subjected to perversion or treated disrespectfully or roughly. Nevertheless, most of the peasants bore it only with a dull feeling or secret displeasure. Only a few went out cursing and left their wives to the shameful doings of the landlord. Of course, it was a special sexual thrill for everyone to watch their own daughter or a pretty maid being screwed, it made even the most cranky horny. And they saw their wife or daughter being fucked by a quasi‐stranger, saw the woman's rising arousal and heard her moan hornily and sigh contentedly. Many experienced for the first time their wife being fucked by someone other than themselves. Or that she rubbed her clit while they were fucking, which they did suspect when their wife fumbled around down there while they were fucking at night. Hardly any farmer's wife let her husband watch her masturbate, on the contrary, only under the protection of the night she made sure she climaxed in the dark. But now he saw abundantly clear how she rubbed her clit while being fucked to climax, something he had never seen so clearly before. The conflicting feelings and sexual arousal that rose in them as they watched had to be relieved immediately. Very few dared to masturbate themselves while their wife was being fucked. Most waited until the master took a rest and mounted the wife, maid or daughter. A few quick thrusts and they could cum liberated.

Sir Cadwynn was not at all bothered by the presence of the master of the house. He loved fucking his own daughters when they were already good at fucking. The daughters loved him idolatrously and were happy to be fucked and some even impregnated. Something very special for Cadwynn was to deflower his own daughters once they turned 13. First he undressed the girl, laid her out on his thighs, and spread her labia with his fingers to convince himself of her virginity. Almost all of them were untouched, only a few were not. He questioned them in a highly embarrassing manner and those that were no longer virgins he later fucked with some disappointment as well as their mother. His displeasure quickly dissipated, however, because he loved to fuck bloody young girls. To his surprise, it was precisely these girls who had learned to climax during sex. It excited him immensely that the girls lay in their naked mother's lap, between her spread legs, when he fucked them. After the girl climaxed, he pushed the little girl's body just a little higher to penetrate her mother's vagina. He kissed and caressed the girl's childlike body while he fucked the mother — often after many years had passed. He enjoyed these acts very much, although these daughters did not give him their virginity.

He resolutely rubbed the clitoris of all the virgin girls and questioned them. Most reluctantly admitted that they had been habitually masturbating for many years. He rubbed and excited the clits and was not satisfied until it reached climax. He ordered the mother to fondle the girl's breasts. With obvious discomfort, she fondled the girl's small, firm breasts and awkwardly excited the nipples; few of the 13‐year‐olds had larger breasts. He realized that the mother was getting herself aroused doing this and watching her clit rub and demanded that the mother bring the girl to climax as well. Only a few had reservations, but most did it without complaint and rubbed the girl's clit. Almost all of the mothers were by now aroused beyond measure themselves, slipping a hand under their skirts and trying to do it inconspicuously and surreptitiously; they were especially embarrassed for the horny husband, who was shifting restlessly back and forth on his stool. But Cadwynn watched her arm, looked under the skirt down the legs and inner thighs to the hairless pubic cleft at the fingers rubbing the clit. Many women could rub their clit and the girl's clit at the same time, but at some point the hand paused on the girl's clit. At this stage she forgot all caution and rubbed her own clit vigorously and quickly. He looked — as did her husband — tensely and excitedly as she gradually rubbed faster, exploding and passing out in climax. She looked up uncertainly afterwards and he pretended not to watch. She was now purposefully rubbing the girl's clit, bringing her to climax. Few girls did not know masturbation yet and cried with joy and pleasure after the first climaxes of their lives.

From the beginning, he had put his glans into the vaginal vestibule of the girl without damaging the hymen. He felt how his cock was moved along and co‐excited by the mother's rubbing on the virgin clit. Or, if the mother was busy with her own clit, he would quickly stroke the girl's clit and his cock with his fingers. Mostly, though, it was his mother's vigorous rubbing that triggered his squirting. The first seed is yours, Goddess Epona, he and the mother whispered simultaneously in awe, the goddess touched his cock and he poured out pleasantly in the surprised girl's vaginal vestibule.

Then he turned to the mother and gave his order. Most almost passed away with embarrassment at being fucked in front of the daughter and husband, so he had to insist. Very many were not at all pleased to fuck their master out of the blue and without any romance after such a long time; it was embarrassing and unpleasant for most of them, especially since their spouse sat silently beside the bed. The women, usually no older than 30, had known the lord for a long time and by now detested his sexual advances. However, if they were maidservants who had been upgraded by the lord of the manor through motherhood, they gave themselves to him with pleasure, or at least with benevolent good nature. Cadwynn loved it when she was shy and shame‐filled, and then completely exposed herself anyway. She always had to spread her legs wide and touch herself. He ignored her embarrassed look to her daughter and husband and demanded that she rub her clit. He waited patiently until she was quite obviously aroused. He always fucked the embarrassed looking but from rubbing excited mother first and only when he felt the squirting rising, he penetrated the girl and deflowered her with a strong single thrust. He remained motionless after that, waiting for the squirt. It came quickly, his cock remained immobile in her vagina and he let all his semen squirt in jet by jet.

However, he handled them very delicately, fucking none further after deflowering them and instead telling them to snuggle up to their mother's chest and watch intently. The girl forgot the prick of deflowering or that he had pumped his seed into her with a wide grin and gaped intently. Now he took out his wildness and pent‐up excitement on the mother, inseminating her with violent thrusting. But when she was aroused while being fucked, she overcame all shame and gave herself up to lust without restraint. The innocent and curious looks of the girl goaded him, he put the hand of the girl on the cunt of the mother and his cock, so that she could directly witness how the master fucked the mother one after another until he had emptied all his semen. She palpated the squirting of the shaft with childish hands and nodded excitedly when she felt the rhythmic twitching of the urethra as it squirted quite clearly.

With great interest and childlike curiosity, the girl watched as her mother masturbated while fucking and then wriggled endlessly in lustful climaxes. During his recreational pauses, the women forgot all shyness and shame and satisfied themselves without regard to the fact that the daughter's eyes and hand rested on her cunt. Of course, the girl knew that her mother often masturbated secretly, but she had never witnessed her fucking, not her unbridled excitement and not her oblivious masturbation. She carefully palpated her mother's cunt as she climaxed, curiously feeling the labia and clitoris. The girl gently touched the clitoris vibrating after the climax, because that was fine, she knew from her own experience.

Whether Sir Cadwynn had really made the better choice — ?

Brangaine did not want to have any more children after the third, difficult birth and discussed it with Cadwynn. Three children in the first three years was simply enough. While nursing, she carefully rubbed the skin of her breasts with tallow and special ointments to keep them firm. She sought out the wise women and consulted with them. She had thought it over, of course the gods could take one of her children at any time, but she pushed those dull thoughts aside. The wise women gave her a very special devil's root, which she had to drink as tea and eat raw. She was sick for a week like never before, but she was back on her feet after 8 days. Her menstruation stopped completely after a few months, it was over. She would never get pregnant again.

Suddenly Lady Brangaine's guests increased when it became known how wonderfully the slender mistress with the big breasts knew how to fuck. All those who brought small gifts were allowed to fuck her a little bit under her skirt. To those who brought large gifts and increased their fortune, she gave herself completely naked and extremely frivolous and they were allowed to fuck her extensively until dawn. In the breaks they were allowed to watch her masturbate. It became clear to all that they had to bring really big gifts. If two or three guests came at the same time, they had to crowd together on one bedstead, but they were allowed to fuck her as often as they wanted. If two wanted to take her at the same time, she would curse obscenely and mutter defensive incantations because ass fucking was a very perverse and unseemly practice. No one was allowed to fuck her vagina after ass fucking, only the other way around; she made that clear to everyone from the start. Nevertheless, she soon liked to do it because her climax always ended in huge, beautiful explosions when she was fucked in the ass and in the vagina at the same time. Her reputation however never suffered, many of the otherwise reserved guests let the sow out and fucked her in the ass. Brangaine enjoyed it very much, and for that she collected twice as many gifts.

She did not hoard the fortune, but expanded Cadwynn's neglected farm into a beautiful, large and stately farm, hired maids and servants and bought horses, lots and lots of horses. She had about 12 maids, up to 40 grooms, and usually about 750 horses in the stables. People came from near and far to buy horses from her stud, this was her main source of income. She bred workhorses, riding horses and hunting horses, which were also suitable for wars and battles. People liked to buy from her, because she sold only the best quality ones, the others went to the kitchen's butcher. Cadwynn often took her in his arms and thanked her for her lucky hand. They laughed happily when she added murmuring, not only the hand, but her cunt and butt had also happily contributed.... She was nevertheless very proud of her farm, her sons and her stud.

The men, in their male rounds, praised how exceptionally great she fucked, but most of all they praised her ass‐fucking qualities. Her asshole would be tight like a virgin's vagina, her ass round but not fat, and was god made for getting fucked. And to hold on to while ass fucking she had big firm breasts. Her vagina was also praised, not least because she got nice climaxes while being fucked and she didn't hide her lust or arousal. Everyone emphasized her passionate and honest devotion, which they missed in their wives. Brangaine would probably have sunk into the ground at these loose speeches, but it only added to her fame and market value.

Brangaine wanted to grow stone old with Cadwynn, until his much too early death she dutifully fucked her master daily, had a lifetime of arousing pleasure with much masturbation and overall a very fulfilling love life. She raised his sons conscientiously, strictly but lovingly. With great naturalness she trained her boys with blowjobs. They were allowed to touch her nakedness and had explored every corner of her body, her cunt. She showed them again and again how she rubbed her clit to climax and gave them handjobs so they knew how it was done. It wasn't until they were 12 that they were allowed to fuck her for the first time.

She had only one maid the age of her sons, a pretty little girl with a chubby body and handsome breasts who was very fond of pleasuring herself and wanted nothing more than to be fucked. She explained to her eldest and the girl Gwen exactly how the deflowering had to take place and supervised it. She taught her sons not to lose control while squirting and spill the semen on her pubic or inner thighs, patiently pressing on his ass cheeks to keep it deep inside her vagina while squirting. She taught her sons to rub the clit sensitively, giving Gwen supreme pleasure. She brought Gwen's clit to climax hundreds of times so her sons learned to do it, over and over. Of course, it took a lot of practice for the sons to learn clit rubbing, but Brangaine persisted, teaching them that women needed climaxes as much as they needed squirting. When the second son turned 12, he and his 13‐year‐old brother fucked the girl in such rapid succession that Gwen got her first explosions of getting fucked. Brangaine let her sons cum inside the girl and watched her menstrual cycles closely. She was not going to let impregnate the girl and followed the advice of the Wise Women on which days they were not allowed to cum inside the girl. Gwen had to learn to be fucked in the mouth and swallow the semen on those days. The girl slept with the sons for four years, and they were allowed to fuck her as often as they wanted. The younger ones were only allowed to fuck Gwen in the mouth until they were 12. When the boys earned a reward, they were allowed to fuck Brangaine as an exception. She wanted to keep it special for the boys as well as for herself. She often let weeks go by before she let a son fuck her. But then she gave it her all and gave him a pleasure like even the best paying guests didn't get. Gwen watched horny and interested, learning a lot about fucking as she was allowed to fuck exclusively with the sons. After that Gwen remained the constant and only fuck partner for her sons until they were 14, from 14 on the sons accompanied their father to fuck the lovely daughters of the country. Brangaine never questioned the law and the rule that the Lord and his sons got to fuck every woman, wife, maid or girl in his kingdom. — Brangaine would much rather have taught them the craft of horse breeding.

Gwen grew up to be beautiful, Brangaine gave her in marriage to one of her young hunting masters with a very generous dowry. Brangaine even had a nice cottage built on the edge of the farm, just a stone's throw away, for she loved Gwen like a daughter. Gwen had lain with her during Brangaine's time of mourning, comforting her with loving words, conversation, and physical love. It was also a reward for him, for he was an excellent hunter and reliably brought large quantities of meat to the farm. Unfortunately, it soon turned out that her husband was passionate about fucking but could not produce children.

Brangaine even went with him to the Wise Women and, after they had drunk a special fucksupporting tea, fucked him there naked on spot in their presence, so that they would examine his fresh semen immediately after he squirted. He fucked for the first time with Brangaine and had a wonderful fucking with the sexually very experienced mother‐in‐law. He never had such a hefty and demanding sexual experience in his life, which braught him to squirt in thick, juicy jets of semen in her vagina. They had to wait until the end of the examination and fucked two more times in beautiful horniness, closely watched by the Wise Women. One of the Wise Women stopped him before squirting, grabbed his cock firmly and came very close by to watch his dick. She rubbed his cock firmly and inserted it with her hand deep into the vagina, continuing him masturbating until he squirted in very juicy jets in Brangaine's vagina. She immediately collected his semen from her vagina, only after that Brangaine was allowed to masturbate. The third round a naked Wise Woman mounted him like copulating from behind and thrust his bare buttocks with her old naked cunt, until he squirted in Brangaine's cunt. Brangaine was ordered to masturbate and a Wise One collected his semen during Brangaine's hard orgasmic convulsions.

The Wise Women tested his stamina and he had to fuck one wise old woman after the other mightily and cum juicy in the hundred year old cunts. He fucked one after the other, gentlemanlike having the old women first to scream aloud in her shaking climax and after that squirting in firm jets into the old cunts. Only when he fucked the fourth old woman neatly and firmly, his cock became soft. But the young hunter grabbed the hundred year Old firmly by the buttocks and thrust violently, so violently that she screamed for minutes until he finally finished squirting jets of semen. The Wise Women nodded and were satisfied with his stamina, his erection had held for five hours in total thanks to the magic tea.

Brangaine, who had never before seen the Wise Women totally naked until now, was astonished how well this twenty‐some years old boy fucked the frail, very old bodies with great power, might and steadiness. Of course she knew that his longlasting erection was induced by the magic tea, she was very thrilled by watching the very very old cunts fucking and hearing the Old ones screaming aloud in orgasming. — After a while the examination of the semen and the boy was done. The verdict was devastating. The young wellbuilt hunter was infertile, Gwen had to find a sperm donor!

Gwen especially liked fucking Brangaine's youngest son, by now he had the biggest cock she had ever had inside her and he could fuck very well. Gwen was already 24 and wanted a child so badly! She fucked him especially on all days ready for conception, letting his semen squirt into her in blissful frenzy and finally got pregnant after months. During the pregnancy she fucked him as often as he was at court. She gave birth to a beautiful girl and within a year underwent the same cure with the devil's root as Brangaine, never wanting to get pregnant again.

Gwen loved fucking with different men very much and her husband was very understanding. They both loved each other very much and he generously allowed her to fuck with Brangaine's guests as she also fucked with him devotedly and passionately at all times. When her husband was away, Gwen would go to Brangaine's to fuck with the sons, guests or their companions. Whenever Brangaine had guests, she went directly to the lodgings of the companions. Gwen gladly gave herself to all men without distinction, whether nobleman, squire or horse servant, even if there were a dozen or more in an afternoon. The horny and greedy looks of the waiting men excited her very much, she sometimes dreamed at night of her excitement at pack fucking.

She showed her love to her husband and returned the favor by hiring several bloody young maids at the very beginning of her pregnancy, who on the one hand took care of the kitchen and household, but on the other hand were willing to fuck their master. Gwen knew his tastes, the maids were all spoils of war and all had the typical physique of the northern maidens that her husband valued so much. Only a few were virgins, but all were very shy and reserved. It was not their beauty that determined their selection process, but their willingness to passionately act out sex and lust with their master. Sometimes the poor language skills were a problem, because you could question these slave girls at will before buying them, but you could not practically try their sexuality. They confirmed all the questions and it was impossible to find out if they were lying through their teeth. Those maids who did not give themselves passionately to their master or even refused it, Gwen immediately sold again and bought a new one. When no fuck partner could be found on Brangaine's farm, Gwen stayed with her husband at night and watched his fucking or fucked with him after the maid. The young girls were very surprised at first, as they were not familiar with threesomes. When he took a break or had enough, Gwen liked to lie down with the northern girls and do her lesbian play with them. This not only pleased her husband, but she had discovered her lesbian disposition quite early with Brangaine and was now living it out.

Although the northern girls satisfied themselves as a matter of course in the presence of the master after fucking, since this was so common in their homeland, they shied away from lesbian play, especially in the presence of their master. Lesbianism was not very common in their homeland and they had no experience with it. They looked uncertainly at the master to find out his emotional reaction. Gently and softly, Gwen seduced the shy girls, giving them time. Most of them, out of curiosity and excitement, then allowed themselves to be seduced and were soon enjoying themselves and taking pleasure in it. They didn't have to learn how to rub the clit, but they all had to learn how Gwen liked it best. Gwen showed them how beautiful and fulfilling licking the clit could be, although most recoiled when their mistress dipped down and her lips sought the labia and clit. It was only after Gwen had already licked their clits frequently that they tentatively tried to overcome their shyness and do the same. Much later, they learned to do the scissors. That is, to lie across from each other and wrap their thighs around each other to press their cunts and clits together. This was the only way a girl could properly fuck another girl. Gwen spent many more nights of lesbian play than she did on Brangaine's farm. They had a good and also sexually fulfilling marriage. Gwen outlived her husband by years and fucked into old age on Brangaine's farm and with her lesbian maids.

Never plagued Brangaine with the desire to have a lasting relationship with anyone other than her master. If her master was out riding, no guest to fuck, and the pulling desire tugged at her abdomen, she would initially call a son to help and fuck her until the fire in her abdomen was extinguished. Later, riding with the father, she went to the horse grooms, they fucked best.

They taught her to get fucked on horseback. She sat in front, her face pressed into the mane. The servant sat behind her, fully clothed as she was, with only her skirt flipped up. He held her buttocks tightly and raised her ass so that he could see her vaginal entrance. With one hand he caressed her vaginal vestibule and rubbed her clit until she moaned quite loudly. Now he stretched her ass cheeks with both hands as far apart as he could, so that her vaginal entrance widened, and penetrated her vagina from behind, sometimes even her ass. Only rarely did she dizzy a hand to her clit to trigger climax at the best time. Most servants squirted their pent‐up semen inside, continued for a quarter of an hour, and squirted at the top of their lungs one after another until they were completely drained. She only triggered climax with her fingers when she didn't get one while fucking, especially ass fucking. When she had satisfied her vagina, she patiently let the groom fuck her ass, many preferred that to vaginal fucking. There were many who only wanted ass fucking — she didn't care in the end. The servants usually fucked quite well, were devoted and above all were secretive.

Never did she get involved with them naked, they understood that the mistress only let herself be fucked because she was unruly. Sometimes the stallion they had fucked on was highly aroused, then he was chased onto a mare or the servant redeemed him by hand. Brangaine watched excitedly, and when she was very horny, she would take hold herself and make the stallion squirt with greed and lust. Sex with animals was not new to her, as a blood young girl she had played fuck in secret with her trained dogs. If while rubbing the big ponytail and its violent squirting her pressure had become too high again, she let herself fall backwards into the straw and satisfied herself until she was released. She didn't mind when the servants stood around watching, rubbing their cocks and spurting on the floor. If anything, the greedy stares spurred her on to ever more vigorous masturbation. If one was rubbing his hard‐on too desperately, she would beckon him over and let him fuck her briefly in the missionary position, making him cum as fast as he could, she didn't make a problem of it. But it didn't become a regular habit to fuck the horse servants for a long time.

Same way, it was no problem if a groom approached her about his horniness, and that could only be when she was working with the horses — that is, when the master of the house was out and there were no guests in the house. She nodded and they looked for a suitable spot, not caring if any other grooms were working there and could see her. She would bend over a beam, an armchair, or get on all fours, where he would be allowed to fuck her kneeling from behind in the doggy position, or very rarely in the missionary position, as many times in a row as he could until his seed was exhausted. This was more of a service for her as she never got aroused during this quick fucking and cuming, however she did not allow any ass fucking during this. When he fucked very persistently or several fucked her in a row, her arousal naturally increased. If then the explosion did not come by itself, she put her finger on the clit and triggered it herself. That was soon part of it for her. This fucking happened several times a week and sometimes there were three or four in a row who had to fuck immediately — then she did it only from behind and each was allowed to squirt only once; it could not be otherwise when seven or eight were in a state of emergency at new moon! Of course, she soon knew those who fucked her quite often, but she good‐naturedly let the grooms fuck as often as they wanted; she also demanded to be fucked properly when she herself was in heat. Pretty soon there were some who fucked her every day and fucked her good, that was necessary after Cadwynn's death.

The saddest day of her live began when at dawn Sir Cadwynn's mare returned without a rider, alerting everyone with a loud neigh. Immediately a troop of farmhands followed the clever animal, they found their master in the riverbed and brought him home. Sir Cadwynn, apparently very drunk, had fallen from his horse into the riverbed, probably 10 meters deep. He had broken his neck and drowned in the shallow water. For weeks Brangaine wept for him and grieved for a very long time; they had had only 18 years together. Never for a moment did it occur to her that an enraged father might have led him to that spot and thrown him down. A father who wanted to avenge his humiliated and dishonored daughter.

Brangaine spent the first weeks after his death with Gwen lying naked beside her, comforting her. She could not sleep with any guest, only with Gwen, who gave her after a week of grieving her comforting lesbian love without reservation. She was one of the few girls who instinctively knew how best to lick Brangaine's clit. In lesbian play, she forgot her suffering for a short time and became absorbed in her explosions. Gwen caressed her body with instinctive comfort, demanding nothing. Brangaine could cry and be sad, Gwen was there and listened. Brangaine told of her life and loves frankly and when she told very juicy and hearty stories, they laughed together. One morning Brangaine woke up and her sadness was gone. She wanted to fuck and be fucked again.

She always started each workday after his death for the next 30 years with a hearty helping of horse‐cocking after breakfast. To do this, she had set up a permanent spot for soft storage, because over time, kneeling became too tedious. With increasing years the ass fucking and the dog position was too strenuous for her, she was content with the missionary position. Here she came before sunrise in a floor‐length nightgown, lay spread wide on the bedstead and flipped the shirt up to her neck. More and more often she let herself be carried away by an exhibitionist impulse to take off the nightgown completely and let herself be fucked completely naked. After a short time she already let herself be fucked only in complete nudity and offered her body frivolously and exhibitionistically for viewing. It did her good, the horse grooms penetrated her one after the other, so her sexual excitement rose steadily. She got a climax at the latest at the second and it became more, because usually more than two horse servants waited for admission and caressed her full breasts and her beautiful body. She was very careful that her servants did not expose themselves unseemly, treated her disrespectfully or whispered behind her back about her sexuality, such a guy had to leave the yard and the court immediately.

Brangaine breathed a sigh of relief when her youngest returned to the farm. He had grown tired of wandering from girl to girl and began in earnest to learn the horse breeding trade and to think of the future. He learned quickly and Brangaine's chest swelled with pride, one day she would hand over the stud to him. Soon he took on the dangerous task of pusher. Even the best stallions tended to cum too soon. The pusher had to insert the stallion's tail into the mare's vagina as fast as he could while avoiding her hooves. He did his job perfectly, soon knowing which stallion had to inseminate which mare to get a good breeding result. He fucked Gwen when they both felt like each other, other girls did not interest him. It amused him a little that Brangaine went to the grooms every morning to be screwed; but he told her it was all right for him.

Brangaine warmed the bed of the guests happily and full of lust until old age. Almost every one of the guests sent their young sons to her to learn the techniques of love from the best in the land. Most of all she liked the blood young sons of her visitors and guests. When many came at the same time, those maids who felt like fucking were allowed to help out. Her body remained beautiful for many years and she liked to show her nudity to her guests in a revealing, frivolous and exhibitionistic manner. After Cadwynn's death — she was then not yet 40 years old — she took no new lord, but was the undisputed queen of her handsome and wealthy court, respected by all and loved by many. Her elder sons, like their father before, roamed restlessly through the country, wandering from bed to bed. She, however, continued to fuck all visitors, friends and especially her horse grooms. She enjoyed masturbating to sleep every night until the end of her life, her heart simply stopping after a beautiful nighttime orgasm.