Queen of the 180 Days

Anna was a cheerful child. The fact that she was not very pretty did not bother her, she loved playing and having fun with the other children, especially the erotically colored, later purely sexual games with the pageboys. She was slim and bony and had a horse‐like face like her father, who was also her grandfather. One of the dark family secrets was, that her mother had a purely sexual relationship with her father all her life and bore him three daughters. She fucked her father from her early youth until his death, when Anna was only 17 years old. The countess, her mother, became sexually aloof and strict after that, and suddenly no longer tolerated the escapades of her husband, the fun‐loving count. He loved food and drink, as well as groping the plump asses of the maids who served. The maids were happy and willing to let their master fuck them, because a bastard meant social and financial advancement. But the sex‐loving count did not father any bastards, not a single one.

Although 16th century Germany was sexually restrictive and repressive, the count's three daughters were not afraid to throw themselves into the wild turmoil of fucking at the court in Solingen, when their sexuality awoke.

The count would often stagger drunkenly into his daughters' bedroom early in the morning and mount one or the other to fuck her. He was far too drunk to notice that he wasn't fucking his servant maids. He fucked well in his drunken state, and when the second one beckoned to him, he fucked her hard too. Anna's older and younger sisters had since ever fucked the count and enjoyed having a real man's cock to fuck instead of the little pageboy's cocks. The daughters would secretly wink at each other, because the count was a really good fucker and often let himself be persuaded to fuck the other one powerfully too. He didn't fuck Anna until very late, because she looked very ugly with her crooked spine caused by scoliosis. At 15, she lay naked and demanding in front of him. He groped her swelling breasts and was immediately hot to fuck the little one. For a moment he sobered up. "Anna?" asked the drunk. "Yes," she said, "it's me, Daddy!" He was hopelessly confused, he was hopelessly horny, he was hopelessly bewildered. "I didn't think you...?" She hugged him gently. "Daddy, I finally want to fuck you like the others," she said quietly. "But..." But she interrupted him. "I haven't been a virgin for ages and I fuck the pageboys quite often. I finally want to fuck your wonderful big cock, Daddy!" He nodded as if he understood her. His big cock slid forward, Anna sighed deeply because she had never had a real man's cock in her pussy before. She whispered how good it felt and now she let him fuck her. He thrust and thrust, but he had to squirt far too soon without giving her enough time to reach orgasm. He withdrew feeling very guilty, his drunken face expressing deep guilt. Now Anna also got to be fucked by his big cock like her sisters. He couldn't look her in the eyes for days after the first time, even though she told him openly that she was no longer a virgin since ages and had fucked already quite often the pageboys. He almost always felt sick when Anna writhed in the bliss of orgasm with her deformed spine.

The countess knew from the beginning that he fucked her daughters. She often stood silently in the doorway and watched him fucking her daughters like a wild bull. But what could she say? She herself had been fucking her father since she was 11 or 12, almost every day for the last 30 years. Her father always fucked her well, she bore him three daughters and continued to fuck him. He grew old very quickly, she had to put his cock in her mouth to make it hard and she rode him because he couldn't fuck her any other way. For some time now he hadn't even been able to do that, she took his cock in her mouth and let him squirt inside. He had died peacefully and a change had taken place in her spirit, in her mind. She could no longer stand by and watch the drunken count fuck her daughters one after the other. She simply couldn't accept that anymore. The countess now often beat him off the girl when he fucked one of her daughters and spoiled the truly innocent fun with her wild screaming.

Anna and her sisters regularly fucked the 12 and 13 year old pageboys in the secluded corners, who, despite all their secrecy, liked to talk about the noble ladies who secretly let the boys fuck them. Anna, with her stubbornness, made sure that her favorite pageboy could stay until he was past 14. He was a really dominant type who stripped her naked in front of everyone else and reveled in her shame, because she was very ashamed of her ugly body. Nevertheless, she was in love to her tormentor, who was the only one who fucked her in front of everyone, publicly. He was her first great love.

King Henry of England had either banished his wives to Scottish exile or had them beheaded. Of course he wanted to marry again and sent his people out. Lord Cromwell was the most successful, the highest Lord in the kingdom had had an excellent portrait made by the painter Hans Holbein and King Henry liked it well. Cromwell not only received a large reward from his king, Anna's extremely wealthy father also paid no scrimps. Cromwell also had a rich and politically important partner on the mainland in the count.

Since Anna was 20, her court lady Gertrudis van Geldern had slept with her. She was a very good friend, her confidante and very skilled at getting the count's daughter the most powerful lovers. Although Gertrudis was a die‐hard lesbian, she fucked everyone to test them out. Anna lay next to her and watched them fuck. Gertrudis had an orgasm very easily, but if someone couldn't fuck her to orgasm, he was eliminated. Only those who could fuck her to orgasm were allowed to stay and lie on top of Anna. Anna loved her very much for this reason and let the court lady sleep with her. Gertrudis was in love with Anna and loved her every night. Anna was not a lesbian, but she went along with everything her friend did to her. It was significant that Cromwell couldn't stand the smell of Gertrudis from the very first moment and wouldn't let her come to England with Anna.

Anna had turned 20 and her two sisters were lying with their fiancés in another room. The countess had fucked the fiancés for a few weeks as a test and had allowed them to sleep with her daughters, the advantageous marriage contracts were signed and sealed. It was almost unbearable for the sisters to lie next to each other and just watch as their mother let her fiancés fuck her with lust night after night. She let them both take turns fucking her until they were both completely exhausted. The mother hadn't had a steady lover for a long time and needed now a lot of orgasms. The daughters were pretty pissed off because they couldn't fuck their completely exhausted fiancés anymore that night.

Of course Anna asked if they ever swapped fiancés? The older one cast a disdainful sideways glance at the younger one. "If the princess orders it, yes!" Anna didn't ask any more, but the older one happily continued to tell the story. They swapped riders almost every night after the first round and it was really fun because both men fucked well and yet differently. She wanted to know what it was like to fuck Gertrudis because neither of them had ever fucked a woman before. Anna told everything, including the juicy details. The sisters listened open‐mouthed as Anna described in Detail the clit‐to‐clit fucking with Gertrudis. They tried to imagine it.

Lord Cromwell had come for 10 days to conclude per procurationem the glove marriage for King Henry. The castle chaplain nodded eagerly; the glove marriage sealed Anne's marriage to the English king. The count had to vacate his sleeping place and spent the next 14 days lying with the maids, surrounded by 5 or 6 naked girls, a dozen breasts and alternating pussies to be fucked. Lord Cromwell licked his lips; the countess did not yet look 43 years old! The very short‐sighted lord looked at her as best he could and secretly apologized to his distant wife before lying down next to the naked countess. He had nothing to regret. The Countess sighed deeply, for she had never had such a large and enduring cock as a guest, even though she was an experienced and hard‐working hostess.

On the ninth evening, Cromwell reminded the Countess that he had to spend the wedding night  per procurationem with 25‐year‐old Anna to make it valid! The Countess nodded silently, for a marriage was only sealed with the first intercourse. She gave Anna extensive instructions, and the following night she appeared in a festive nightgown. In joyful anticipation, she lay down on her mother's lap, who had already pointed out to her that her Lord was enormously endowed. As discussed, she clenched her vaginal muscles so that her Lord had difficulty to penetrate her cunthole. She only allowed his battle‐tested battlemace to penetrate her after a fight. Her mother was right, it was a huge cock, the likes of which she had never had in her pussy before. "You're in, my Lord," she breathed in broken English, "You're in!" He nodded, convinced that he had deflowered the girl and that he would have to explain it to the King somehow. But now he was fucking Anna, whose head was resting on the Countess's naked pussy. The Countess was holding the little girl's head and was very proud of her, because she was very practiced in reaching her orgasm. The Lord was far too busy fucking the virgin to notice how well and skillfully she could already fuck. When he had squirted, they both needed a break. The Countess stroked Anna's hair, the little girl did her task really well. The Lord just couldn't stop, he fucked Anna round after round until he couldn't anymore. He turned to the wall and fell asleep. The Countess hugged Anna, and they both fell asleep immediately.

The bad weather kept the Lord Privy Seal for another three days, Cromwell fucked the Countess with pleasure and enjoyed himself. The countess gave him everything she could give. Her daughter's future, her daughter's life, lay in the hands of this brute who would walk over dead bodies if necessary. She knew, of course, how cruelly he had subjugated the Irish, how cruelly he had treated them. Until now she had thought it was just a legend that he had the tortured Irish deliver an Irish virgin to his bed every night. Now, however, she was no longer so sure that it was just a legend. Cromwell had not hesitated to have King Charles beheaded. The countess treated the lord like a favorite lover, because he was supposed to protect Anne, there in faraway England.

For safety reasons, Anna traveled overland to England to meet her fiancé. King Henry traveled to meet her, first disguised, then in royal robes. He was horrified when he saw her for the first time, the "Flemish nag". It was probably at this moment that King Henry decided to kill Lord Cromwell.

Neither of them will forget their wedding night. Anna was disgusted because Henry had a stinking, festering ulcer on one leg and had gained a lot of weight as a result. Heinrich was disgusted because Anna was waiting for him naked in bed, her spine deformed by scoliosis, her bone‐thin frame and her distinctive, bony face made her look ugly. He was shocked that she had neither armpit hair nor pubic hair due to a genetic disorder that she had inherited from her father and grandfather. This also emphasized her unusually large pussy hole, which was simply repulsive to the aesthete Heinrich. He couldn't fuck this ugly woman. She nodded silently and doggedly when he indicated that she should do it with her fist. Her enthusiasm was dampened because Heinrich's cock was larger, but childish‐looking like the little pageboy's. She had to rub it for ages and he played with her clitoris without any clumsiness until he finally came. But when she then started masturbating completely naturally and without any inhibitions, he decided to have the marriage annulled as soon as possible. Cromwell saw his head in the noose and did his best to make it happen. He was forced by Henry to watch the two through a spy hole for a week, so that he could swear later: the marriage was never consummated, they never fucked. Anna rubbed the king's cock and made him cum, then she masturbated long and passionately.

Anna was deeply hurt that the king spurned her body. But she did not sit around doing nothing, but let her companions from Germany court her and fucked one of them every afternoon. The king was told about it, but he did not care. He had let her masturbate him for a week and watched her masturbate herself. It was very disgusting, because only completely immoral women, nuns and widows masturbated, that was known.

One of the English court ladies, Catherine Howard, made her way into the heart of the German Queen. She had long‐term interests in King Henry, but she kept it a secret. Catherine thought the way to him led through Anna's bed. Neither she nor Anna were true lesbians, but Catherine was soon lying in Anna's bed and seducing her. The maids and handmaidens looked at the floor blushing, when things got loud and passionate in Anna's bedroom. At least Anna was happy sexually, in the afternoon she had one or two lovers on the couch and at night the passionate Catherine. Catherine, in turn, now saw the king quite often and turned his head when she let her skirt fly. Anna was the first to notice her frivolous game. She was still angry with him because he openly found her ugly and rejected her sexually.

Catherine kept Anna informed of how much Cromwell was working on Henry's annulment. Catherine and Anna had made a pact. When the king came into Anna's bedroom, Anna always licked Catherine's clit to orgasm. They both knew how much the licking aroused him. Anna now went into the bathroom next door for an hour and watched the two of them fucking through a spy hole. The thick, fat king fucked Catherine as well as he could with his little pageboy's cock. Catherine played out a passionate sexual drama for him that was unparalleled in the kingdom. When the king had left, Anna pounced on Catherine's wet, hot pussy and licked her friend to madness.

Anna remained queen for half a year, then Cromwell was able to have the marriage annulled. The king was now able to marry Catherine as his 5th wife and Cromwell lost his head on the same day. Anna was given the title of "dearest sister" and was housed in a beautiful castle and well‐equipped financially. We can breathe a sigh of relief, Anna kept her head on her shoulders. She could have returned to Solingen, but she didn't want to. Because she now had a wonderful life.

The stream of English nobility who wanted to fuck her at Hever Castle or Richmond Castle never stopped. The men whispered to each other that they should not be fooled by her appearance. "Anna fucks better than the most expensive whore in London," wrote Earl Tudor to his friend Robert Dudley, and there was certainly some truth to that.

The relationship with the king improved a lot when Anna could speak English well. He also entrusted her for six months with his daughter Elizabeth, who would later ascend the throne as the Virgin Queen. Catherine Parr, at whose court Elizabeth lived, threw the adolescent out when she caught her husband, Thomas Seymour, fucking the virgin Elizabeth. Henry trusted Anna and she took great care of the stubborn girl.

Anna's all‐purpose‐remedy worked brilliantly. Elisabeth had never had sex with a woman before, and now she lay in Anna's bed, moaning and screaming with pleasure, flying from orgasm to orgasm. Elisabeth was deflowered by the Bisley Boy at the age of 13 and the two of them fucked a dozen times a day during their innocent childish games. She would deliberately lose at their games and she would lie on the floor with her legs spread wide, grinning declaring his victory and being the winners prize, and Bisley would have to fuck her. He was a good‐natured young lad and really enjoyed fucking her. Two years later, when Elisabeth was 15, she was forcibly seduced by Thomas Seymour, her foster father, who forcibly fucked the shy girl for weeks and months. Elisabeth of course had no intention of living like a nun. She was old enough, Anna said, and she would never be Queen, so she didn't put any obstacles in Elisabeth's way. Elisabeth enjoyed life in the same rhythm as Anna, fucking with a lover, mostly a respectable knight, in the afternoon and with Anna at night. Elisabeth often spoke to Anna about two very specific lovers who imagined more than just a pleasurable fuck, Dudley and Seymour. Neither woman suspected how close they were coming to the future.

Anna visited the sick king almost every month. She only stayed with him for two or three hours, she knew the court like the back of her hand and listened to his monologues about the court and its intrigues. He always tried to get her to at least give him a handjob. He threw back his blankets and showed his small, stiff cock. She would never think of doing that, for she had not forgiven him for how vilely he had sexually humiliated her. She shook her head firmly and rang for the maid. Some of the maids gave the king a handjob, but most mounted him and rode him for however long it took and however difficult it was. The king's erection kept collapsing, no matter how perfectly the maid rode him. The maid had to dismount and grabbed his cock. It had become soft and unsightly. The maid had to rub the king's cock hard or make it hard in her mouth several times in between, for he was an old, sick man. During these moments Anna leaned forward and rubbed the maid's clit to keep her hot. Anna grinned crookedly when she rubbed the maid's clit to orgasm, which she really loved to do. Nevertheless, the maid mounted the king again and continued to fuck him. The maids held Anna's gaze, for a bastard meant social and financial advancement. When the maid had let the king squirting inside and he fell asleep exhausted, Anna went quietly and silently.

Henry died miserably, sick and weighing 300 kilos, and 8 men had to carry the heavy coffin. Anna was allowed to follow the coffin in third place, as she was the "sister of honour". She mourned him honestly as if he were a brother and never said a bad word about him. She outlived him by 10 years. She was 35 years old when he died and felt that she did not have many years left. During the dispute and the fighting over the throne, Elisabeth fled to her at Richmond Castle. They had not seen each other for years and Elisabeth lay down with Anna as if she were a new lover. During this time Elisabeth had fully lived out her lesbian tendencies, as men were getting on her nerves. She was only fourth in line to the throne, but a Seymour or a Dudley dreamed of marrying her and becoming king without royal dignity, deserving it as her husband. Perhaps that was the real reason why Elisabeth never married.

Anna was happy to have Elisabeth back with her, she had grown up and was worth every sin in bed. Anna continued to fuck the long line of nobles who were heading to Richmond Castle. She was 35 and at the height of her sexual power. One lover in the afternoon was simply not enough, it had to be two or three in a row! If she managed to bring several men into her bedroom who got along well or were even friends, she let them fuck her in turn until they were all exhausted. She loved this group fucking more than anything.

Anna had enough time in the 10 years after Henry's death to think about him. He could be very impulsive, could fall in love with a new maid in an instant, mount and impregnate her in the same hour and forget her completely by the end of the hour.

He could be very demanding, even of himself. How often did he overtax his cock, fucking again and again, even though he could no longer achieve an erection and his playmate had to get him going again with her hand or mouth, time and time again?

He could be terribly vindictive and unfair. His anger that he had Anne Boleyn, who did not bear him a son and became unbearable, convicted and beheaded on the basis of only fabricated accusations? Or Catherine Howard, Anna's best friend, who was accused of high treason and beheaded on the basis of false accusations of incest with her brother George and four other poor lovers? Anna knew from Catherine herself that she had actually fucked her brother insanely and with many more than these four, but the specific accusations in court were all false, fabricated and insidiously invented.

And he had rejected her from the very first minute and sexually rejected her. He had never fucked her, she had to give him humiliating handjobs and when she felt sexual desire and lust and masturbated, she could only read disgust and contempt on his face.

These were things she thought about a lot. They were things that weighed heavily on one side of the scale. But on the other side of the scale were her husband's beautiful moments. He could kiss, laugh and smile so much that you just melted or a fire was lit in your pussy. He could tell of a love affair so vividly and intensely that you not only overlooked the betrayal, but felt the adventure, the fucking so intensely, as if he had fucked you and not the other woman. There were a thousand other little things that lightened this scale. She liked to think about one incident in particular. It was in her first week when she still took his refusal to fuck very personally.

It was her first dance at a ball. She felt exposed because the French dress accentuated her hips and emphasized her hideously disfigured and bent back. Heinrich shooed her dancer aside and hugged her from behind, his mouth at her ear. "That is not the essence of dancing, my sweet little wife! Dancing, swaying your body and dancing steps, that is only secondary, my darling! What is important are the slit sides of your French skirt, in which you look so ravishing! You are far too innocent to know it, because every woman who leans her back against her dancing partner gives him the opportunity to access paradise through the slit!" Heinrich laughed so beautifully that Anna had to smile immediately. She loved his way of being filthy. Nevertheless, she blushed deeply when she imagined it.

"Come, my little innocent, I'll keep hugging you and we'll skip the next dance. Look over there, the Lord of York, how his partner is leaning her back against him, how her face is beaming with happiness! And you won't see his hand, he's a practiced dancer and he's hiding his hand under her skirt! Just look how the fabric of her skirt is moving quickly, his hand is nibbling her clit like a weasel!" Anna leaned against Heinrich and sighed, "Yes, actually, now I see it! They continue, they dance for a little while, now they stop and I see the weasel nibbling again!"

Anna turned around. "And they do that even though they're not married to each other!?" Heinrich smiled and kissed her wonderfully on the mouth. "Yes, exactly, my darling! Her own husband can always touch her like that, but only in public dancing can a complete stranger or a man of her choice touch her clit so discreetly. That is the nature of dancing!" Anna kissed him on the mouth. "And that doesn't make you mad with jealousy?" Heinrich smiled. "I can always touch you, and you know that, it's neither new nor exciting after a year of marriage. But to let a stranger or someone you secretly desire touch you so intimately and perhaps have an orgasm in his arms, doesn't that excite you?" Anna nodded after a while, that was true. "Shall we dance a few rounds, for practice?" she asked and he nodded. She leaned her back against Henry's broad chest and kissed his neck from below, because the only thing those standing around could tell from the rise and fall of her breasts or the trembling of her legs that she was having an orgasm in the king's arms on the dance floor.

This was also a factor. Heinrich had taught her something that he actually had no profit of. She soon loved dancing more than anything. She enthusiastically let strangers or unattainable people touch her clit. It wasn't about how she looked, but how her clit felt, how it reacted, how quickly it could be brought to orgasm. She loved her Heinrich for teaching her these things.

Her 10 years trickled through the hourglass far too quickly.

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