The Nun and the Assassin

Carmen Maria had been sold to the convent by her desperately poor parents. She was already 10 and had been raised by her parents, especially her mother, as a strict believer. Over a thousand years after the birth of our Savior, the Moors were in retreat and it was foreseeable that the Moors would have to leave the royal city of Toledo in the near future. Maria del Carmen, as the young novice was called, was really deeply religious and in love with her bridegroom Jesus Christ with all her heart. She was completely inexperienced sexually and only learned to masturbate from her cellmate, the shameless Katharina. She soon knew exactly how to fuck because she witnessed almost every day when one of the holy sisters earned a few pieces of silver for her pocket money and let a pilgrim fuck her. She watched very carefully because she wanted to learn how to do it so that she could then fuck her heavenly bridegroom.

She confessed every other day to Don Bartolomeo, who was also the confessor of the queen. The queen was not nearly as shy and chaste as the people were led to believe, and Don Bartolomeo was not so strict about the seal of confession. He let slip more than once to the young girl, who only understood most of the noble woman's sexual misdeeds when she asked the confessor for an explanation. He described everything so simply that she understood it, even though she was still a virgin.

"Are you really still a real virgin? You've never fucked, never let yourself be fucked?" he asked, licking his lips.

Maria del Carmen knew what fucking was, of course. "No, Padre, never! I swear it on the Heart of Mary!"

Don Bartolomeo heard her confession every other day; she was dreamily lost in fucking the heavenly Savior, while at the same time, like Katharina, she uncovered herself and masturbated to orgasm. She often had to strip down to her navel in the confessional box and show the Padre how she masturbated. That felt somehow wrong, but it contributed to her remorse, he said. The shameless Katharina laughed at her. "He makes all the girls who confess to him masturbate in the confessional box. He likes it and he's after that like the devil behind the soul."

Don Bartolomeo was very careful and very cautious. The 13-year-old Maria del Carmen had to pray the rosary on her knees until the last penitent had left. The saintly man locked the chapel from the inside, cleared everything away from the altar and had Maria del Carmen lie down on the altar.

"We will offer your virginity as a sacrifice to our Lord and Bridegroom, we will fuck like you should fuck your heavenly Bridegroom." It was very convincing, she wanted nothing more than to give her virginity and her fucking to the heavenly Bridegroom.

Don Bartolomeo pushed her habit up to her belly button, lifted her knees and let them fold to the side. "There it is, the paradise," he said devoutly and murmured a quick Latin prayer. "I will now push open the gate to paradise! Don't be alarmed, it will sting a little the first time." Maria del Carmen nodded with a big lump in her throat, she had never seen a cock so near before and now his cock came closer and closer until it touched the gate. "I can feel it, Padre, how your cock is knocking on my gate!" The Padre nodded contentedly, he had not expected such blatant simplicity, by God!

"Well then, in God's name, Amen!" exclaimed the holy man and deflowered Maria del Carmen with a quick thrust. "Amen! Amen!" exclaimed Maria del Carmen, the prick wasn't so bad.

"Think of your heavenly Bridegroom and give yourself to him with all your lust, my child, while I take the sin all on my soul and fuck you!" Of course she knew that fucking was a mortal sin, but fucking the vicar of Christ was by no means a mortal sin. She nodded in agreement and suffering because the good priest took all the sin on his shoulders. She let herself be fucked quite a bit, she only thought about her Bridegroom and gave herself to him. She had a wonderful orgasm, much more intense than when she masturbated. Don Bartolomeo squirted his juice into her until the last drop. "Amen!" he gasped and she gasped too, "Amen!"

So it came about that Maria del Carmen masturbated even more intensely than before at night and after confessing to Don Bartolomeo, she let herself be fucked on the altar on behalf of the Heavenly Bridegroom, three times a week.

After almost two years, she announced with joy to the confessor that her prayers had been heard and that she was carrying her Holy Bridegroom's child. The confessor didn't care at all, he continued to fuck her until the Mother Superior fired the heavily pregnant girl. She consoled the pregnant novice with a malicious grin, "Even our Holy Mother Mary had to leave her house heavily pregnant and go in search of shelter!" Maria del Carmen really wasn't the brightest intellectually, she didn't doubt the holy men and holy women in the slightest. Not in the slightest.

Maria del Carmen really gave birth to her child in a poor hut and had him baptized with the name Ricardo de Santis. She had trained as a healer and herbalist in the monastery and also as a midwife during her pregnancy. With her knowledge, she had no trouble supporting herself and Ricardo. It was unavoidable that hunting parties stopped by her little house on the outskirts of town and brutally fucked her from behind while she lay on her stomach, one after the other. A herbal tea prevented her from getting pregnant, because that would be the work of the devil.

Ric slept in the same bed with her from an early age. They both loved to cuddle naked together, she masturbated once a month at most and the little one watched until he got bored. He hid in a corner when the drunken hunting party came in with a rumble and fucked his mother one after the other. When they were gone again, she masturbated naked on the bed for a while and prayed out loud. Ric gradually understood that her prayers were for her heavenly bridegroom, because she had had one orgasm after another while being fucked, and that was really the dark work of the devil. Also that she continued to masturbate every time after the hunting party, praying the rosary. She thanked her Lord Jesus that none of the nobles turned her onto her back, but only fucked her from behind. She knew from Don Bartolomeo that subordinates were only allowed to be fucked from behind, which is why the representative of her heavenly bridegroom had only fucked her from the front.

Ric never understood in his life that she prayed her rosary quietly while being fucked by the devilish hunting party and also when she masturbated. She had to do that to keep the devil away from her. Ric was always disappointed, because he would have loved to see the prince of darkness! But he quickly forgot it, because she was dead tired the day after the hunting party and slept herself healthy.

She couldn't afford a teacher for Ric, of course. She taught him reading, writing and arithmetic as best she could. At the age of 5 she taught him to go to the city library and read books. She herself had only read church books, but the friendly librarian gave the little boy one good book after another so that he was educated in a meaningful way. Apart from him, there was no one under 20 who wandered into the library. Education was only available for the children of the wealthy, but Ric was poor and curious, eager to learn and hardworking because he firmly believed that it would give him an advantage.

Ric reached puberty, the street boys had taught him to masturbate. Maria del Carmen almost had a heart attack when he knelt in front of her in bed at night and masturbated. She stared at the tip of his cock, which was dancing in his fist and aimed directly at her face. It was the first time that a boy or a man had masturbated right in front of her face, just inches away. His first spurt hit her right in the face, she flinched and pushed his cock deeper. In God's name, she let him squirt on her beautiful breasts in long, white stripes, and turned away so that he didn't squirt on her face. She said that it was the devil's work and that she would pray the rosary next to him when he masturbated.

They continued to cuddle and smooch, but now he became wilder and wilder and happily squirted on her while they kissed passionately. Ric grinned mischievously every time he managed to squirt on her face or into her mouth. She preferred that to getting squirted on her face. He kept her mouth violently open, he put his cock in her mouth, squirted his full load inside and she swallowed the juice without batting an eyelid.

As they cuddled and snuggled, her lips followed the tip of his cock, her lips chased after it and tried to catch the tip of the cock. He laughed happily and generously allowed her to grab the tip of the cock with her lips. "Open your mouth now, I'm going to squirt!" She obediently opened her mouth and he held her mouth open with his two index fingers. He pushed his cock as deep into her mouth as he could, held her mouth open forcibly and shot his full load inside. Now she swallowed the juice without batting an eyelid. It went well for weeks, he forced her mouth open always violently, then he squirted two or three times in her mouth. But one day she stopped in the middle of the game.

She wanted to know why he wanted to squirt in her face so badly. Ric hesitated for a long time, but then admitted that he had been spying on her neighbor, Donna Elvira, for a long time. She let a noble gentleman squirt deeply in her mouth twice a week. Ric couldn't get that out of his head.

Maria del Carmen asked Elvira confidentially, who blushed but confirmed it. Maria del Carmen had Elvira explain to her exactly how it worked and what to look out for. She said to Ric, "Okay, let's try it out!" She paused briefly. "Elvira also told me that you come to squirt in her mouth once a week when I'm in town." Ric was speechless. "Oh, that was only once..." he lied cheekily, and she knew he was lying.

"Come on, let's get started!" she said with slight disappointment. She let him masturbate right in front of her mouth, just inches away, staring like a hypnotized rabbit at the dancing glans in his fist and the hole from which his juice would spurt. She stared into the hole for about 10 minutes. Ric was the first person she had ever seen masturbating so closely. His fist pulled the foreskin back and forth quickly, which she watched with great interest. The hole in the tip of the glans widened and began to squirt with a full jet. But at the last moment she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes. Ric squirted happily all over her face. "You have to keep your mouth open!" he pressed out when he had finished squirting.

She tried again and again, but she closed her lips and closed her eyes — Ric squirted cheekily and happily all over her face. She shook her head in reluctance. "I want to keep it open, but I just can't do it!"

He told her to hold the tip of his cock with her fingers and imagine that she wanted to drink from it. She did it, of course it went wrong for days, but one day she finally managed to keep her mouth open. It was only after a few days that she dared to swallow the juice. They practiced as often as he wanted to squirt. Keeping her mouth open and swallowing the juice now worked nearly perfectly.

Now came the next step. Towards the end she had to take over masturbating the cock and push the cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She tried, but it took several days before she managed it. She pushed the cock deeper into her throat each time, until after several days she could not push it any deeper. She had pushed the cock in so deep that she almost had to throw up. She grinned mischievously, "I think I've got the hang of it now!" That went well for months, but now he ejaculated again and again in her face, grinning and cheekily.

"You can't squirt on my face anymore, you piglet!" she cried, "I'll turn around and you can squirt on my ass for all I care!" And so it happened, she turned onto her belly and he masturbated, the tip of his cock pressed hard between her ass cheeks. He stared at her finger rotating rapidly in her pussy crack as she reeled off the rosary faster and faster as she raced to orgasm. She paused only briefly in orgasm, then masturbated quickly again, praying the rosary out loud. She had her orgasms long before he had to squirt. When he squirted, he pulled his cock all the way out and squirted his juice in long, white streaks across her ass cheeks and her back. She knew he had to squirt at least twice, sometimes three times.

"Mom, I have to do it again," he said miserably and masturbated again. She turned onto her belly, and while he masturbated he stuck his cock between her ass cheeks and then lower down to squirt until he reached her pussy. She grumbled at first, but then limited herself to praying loudly and fervently. For weeks he masturbated several times a night in a row, and Mom prayed louder and louder because now he penetrated her pussy hole to squirt. "Mom, it's so nice and warm and moist, it feels wonderful!" She stopped the rosary and grumbled, "but no fucking, definitely no fucking!" He waited until she continued to reel off the rosary. He went further and further from night to night until he was really fucking her from behind like the devils from the hunting party. "No, no fucking, definitely no fucking!" she repeated over and over, full of fervent disgust. She giggled and choked because she was having an orgasm regularly when been fucked. She didn't find an opportunity to scold him or reprimand him, why would she!?

He always told her proudly when he and the street boys surrounded a girl and fucked her one after the other. Most of the girls grinned because it was just a modified game of tag. The few crybabies were ignored from then on. Maria del Carmen tried to make him understand that it was rape if the girl did not agree. That was difficult to understand because Ric always thought it was a game of tag.

Ric was very happy with how things were going. Mama lay on her belly and let herself be fucked from behind two or three times every night. She smiled shyly because her orgasms were ambivalent to her feelings. The representative of Christ always made her masturbate on the altar after fucking herr, and watched her enthusiastically, which she thought was fine at the time. Ric hugged and kissed her when he was finished and comforted her very sweetly because she sometimes cried in conflict. Rosary, fucking and orgasming, that was the conflict.

At least two days a week he had to go with Mom to collect herbs. He quickly learned what was good for what and what against what. He liked that, although he couldn't imagine a future as a herbalist. A librarian, that was more likely. But fate doesn't make straight paths.

They had just returned from collecting herbs when they saw a knight fighting against three Moors on horseback. Ric was already 17 or 18 and immediately recognised the danger to the Spaniard's life. Ric dropped the basket of herbs and ran towards the fray. The knight had fallen from his horse and had not got up. The three Moors dismounted to finish him off. Ric was already next to the knight and picked up his sword. He danced in circles like a whirlwind, killed one and drove the other two wounded away. The knight told Ric they should ride away with the dead man. He shouted a few Arabic words. The Moors approached cautiously, hastily put the dead man on a horse and rode away without saying a word. Now Maria del Carmen came to them and brought Ric's basket of herbs.

The knight had a deep cut on his thigh. Maria del Carmen tore a strip of linen from the knight's shirt and put a pressure bandage on him. "We have to sew him up quickly and put herbs on him, otherwise he'll bleed to death!" They helped the knight onto the horse and ran next to the horse to their house. Mama called to Ric to quickly make a fire and put hot water on. She took her tools and began to sew up the wound. She had to be careful to press and sew the two sides together in the same way that they naturally belonged together. She heated the knight's dagger over the fire and burned the flesh around the wound. The knight fainted for a few minutes. She poured hot water on the area, then Ric sat down with the injured man and Mama looked for various herbs. She made a decoction and made a thick ointment from the decoction and the chopped, crushed herbs. She applied the ointment thickly and tore another strip from the knight's shirt to apply a bandage.

They let the knight sleep in their bed for three days, they slept on the floor. He had a fever at night and she gave him an herbal tea to reduce the fever. On the third day the knight was able to get up and walk with a limp using a stick. He said his name, Don Miguel de Carvillas, and he would thank her sufficiently later. "Maria del Carmen, you did it much better than any surgeon I have ever known. If you want, I can speak to the generals; good surgeons are rare." Maria del Carmen shook her head. "Thank you very much, Marquis, but I prefer to stay here." Ric had fetched the horse from the neighbor, who had taken good care of the animal. "And you, Ricardo, don't you want to become a fighter? I saw you fight, it was very impressive!" Ric lowered his head. "Your Grace, I held a sword in my hand for the first time in my life and knew that I had to be faster than the tired Moors. I was just lucky; it was the first time I had killed a man and wounded the others. I just thought that they would kill you first and then Mama and me; that alone unleashed my strength."

Ric helped Don Miguel onto his horse and ran beside him to the royal castle. The knight told him that he had the potential to be an excellent fighter. The conversation was friendly, but Ric said he had to think about it first.

Exactly one week later, Don Miguel came back and gave Maria del Carmen a purse full of gold ducats. Then Ric ran to the neighbor and fetched him. Don Miguel pressed three gold ducats into the neighbors hand. "Thank you very much, you looked after my horse well!" Of course they both knew that it was far too much, but it was important to Don Miguel to reward good people and make friends. Ric shook his head when Don Miguel asked him again that he would report to him at the castle in a week.

Maria del Carmen was completely against him becoming a soldier. Anything but a soldier! He couldn't change her mind and went up to the castle. Don Miguel came over immediately; he could walk without a stick. His captain accompanied him. They sat down and iced tea was immediately served. Ric took a long sip, his mouth completely dry with excitement. He began. "Your Grace, my mother insisted that I should not become a soldier. She is my mother, I am her obedient and devoted son." Don Miguel nodded and smiled. "I saw you and her during my treatment, and I noticed back then that you are both very good surgeons and know about herbs. So, no soldier, then a field surgeon. We have a hospital here in the castle and only one old field surgeon who can no longer ride. Then a field surgeon, my friend! The king pays very well and everything is possible. You can get a place to sleep here, and if your mother wants to come with you, she can sleep and work here like you. You can also ride to her place to stay the night if you prefer." The captain had nodded every time at the gentleman's words. "I have seen my master's wound and I don't think our old surgeon would have managed it so well." Don Miguel stood up and squeezed Ric's hand. "See you tomorrow morning, we are expecting you!"

Ric went home, it was no more than 10 minutes to go. Maria del Carmen was waiting for him impatiently. "No, Mama, I'm not going to be a soldier! The Marquis is employing us both as field surgeons in the castle's hospital! The old surgeon can't manage on his own anymore." He didn't say anything about the fact that there were different models to choose from. Mama smiled and nodded in agreement. "I need another day to pack all my things and then you have to come with two pack mules!" Ric jumped for joy and when she asked, he answered, "We'll stay together and I can still learn so much from you!" The next morning he reported for duty. He asked Don Miguel to assign them a bedroom with a separate area or room where his mother could keep her herbs, jars and pots. She asked if individual patients could come to her in the castle, as she was the only healer for miles around. The Marquis nodded and thought it was good to bring such a clever woman to the castle.

When Ric went home in the evening with two mules, Mama had already packed everything in four boxes. She wrote a sign saying that she was now working in the castle and that they could come to the castle in difficult cases. They went to all the neighbors and informed them. After dinner they went to bed early. So much had happened, there was so much to talk about. Ric snuggled up to Mama's warm body and whispered how nice it was that they could stay together. He was already 18, when others were already starting families, but he never dreamed of it. He could fuck Mama every night until he had completely drained his juices. She still prayed her rosary out loud, but her voice would break for a moment each time she climaxed. This was much, much better than masturbating. She could hardly remember the last time she had masturbated. She always had an orgasm when she was fucked, and after two or three orgasms she was so exhausted and tired that she fell asleep immediately.

The old surgeon was delighted to have a young woman and a young man to help out. Within the first week, the backlog had been made up. Mama was only called in once for a birth, where the women who usually attended the births saw a problem. It was actually the right thing to call the experienced Maria del Carmen. She had the problem under control, no question about it!

Ric learned a lot from her. She could patch up any soldier or officer if they brought him in in time, before the gangrene set in. The sad truth was that there was only a 50 percent chance of surviving gangrene.

Maria del Carmen smiled indulgently when Ric flirted with the girls and women at court. He soon realised that anyone could be fucked, even the queen. There were only two things to consider. First, discretion. There was no mercy with cheated Spanish noblemen, only a duel to the death. Second, was the reluctant woman even worth the effort?

He was quite lucky, it took a year and a half before an angry husband challenged him to a duel. He managed to get a 10-day deadline, during which he took lessons from the fencing master. He studied and practiced day and night, but when he faced his opponent, his knees were shaking. The opponent had already cooled down a bit in the 10 days after the cheating wife, the false snake, snuggled up to him. So it was that the man with the soft heart had to swear not to kill Ric. That was not unusual, because many women were clever and devious. And with one hand symbolically tied behind their backs, many good men lost their lives, the heartbreaker and the false snake triumphed.

This is how Ric's duel ended, his lover would rather see her husband lying in the dust than the fiery lover. Ric had learned a lot in 10 days, but his opponent had trained for half a lifetime. That was his downfall. He fought only half-heartedly, full of arrogance and conceit, he saw the mistakes that Ric naturally made. And so it happened, he slid towards Ric, who knocked the sword out of his hand. He fell backwards and Ric pressed the tip of the sword onto the lying man's chest. "I don't have to kill you, Your Grace, if you acknowledge my victory and declare yourself defeated." The nobleman raised his head and shouted loudly, "The surgeon has defeated me, he has won!" Ric withdrew and went his way. He didn't even look at the pale wife who was the subject of the duel. He knew how much she wanted to see her husband dead.

He went straight to Mama. He didn't think he could stop flirting and fucking. So he had to learn fencing seriously. Maria del Carmen sighed deeply, that was really stupid. How disappointing that the hot blood of his father, the accursed Don Bartolomeo, had turned him into such a cock-driven idiot. At least he was smart enough to immediately consult with the fencing master.

Ric was brilliant at flirting, he got straight to the point and the thighs opened willingly to the fiery seducer. The difference in class meant nothing to him. He fucked servants and noblewomen alike. Servants were just as good at being fucked as married noblewomen, that much was certain. It was a special thrill for Ric when the girl had to be deflowered first. The married women claimed that they had never, ever cheated on their husbands. But. They whimpered with crocodile tears because they were so loyal, so shy and so honorable as the Easter lamb.

Of course he also fucked Gianna, the queen's favorite maid. She was like the queen from Italy, but she was much better at fucking and much prettier than the queen. She enjoyed fucking Ric for weeks. One day she let slip that the queen was not as unapproachable as her surroundings and people were to believe. On the contrary, she was a pretty cheap whore who cheated on the poor king every day. Ric had seen the queen several times from a distance, wearing a wig, thickly powdered make-up and a pompous dress. From then on he worked on Gianna to bring him to the queen. It took some time until Gianna furtively and secretly took him to the queen's siesta one afternoon.

Ric's heart was pounding in his throat when Gianna opened the door and stood guard. The naked queen lay dozing on her bed, one hand on her pussy. He assumed she was recovering from an orgasm. She opened her small black piggy eyes as his hand rested on her hand and pussy. "Oh, Signore, I've been waiting for you for ages," she murmured in her squeaky voice. She said he had to keep his clothes on in case he had to escape through the back door. He lay down next to her. She was indeed as disappointing as Gianna had described her.

She was short, fat and not half as pretty as her maid Gianna. Rolls of fat everywhere, even her full breasts seemed fat. She had given birth to an Infante and Infanta for the King and thus fulfilled her duty. The King dropped her, getting rid of the Moors and fucking captured Moorish girls was far more exciting. He listened to the news about the queen's affairs, but he actually didn't care at all.

The queen was fragrant and very clean, Ric lay between her thighs and penetrated her. Her pussy was soft, but not tight enough. She really wanted to fuck well and be fucked well, but she lacked talent. Of course she didn't have an orgasm and had to trigger it with her finger. She wanted to be fucked a second time, but he had no desire at all and his cock went soft after this disappointment. He stood up, thanked her in a courtly manner and let Gianna lead him out. He answered her question about how disappointing it was to fuck the queen. "You insisted, Your Grace! And I know that she will fuck you again tomorrow during the siesta! So pull yourself together and make this self-inflicted sacrifice!" He deserved Gianna's malicious grin. He had to fuck the queen for 10 days until she lost interest.

Ric learned to fence really well. The fencing master whispered to him that he also trained the king's assassins and that Ric had what it takes to become a good assassin. Ric thought about it for several days, then he agreed to the fencing master. "But not a word to my mother!"

How small the world was. Don Miguel de Carvillas was the secret boss of the king's assassins. The same Don Miguel who had his eye on his mother. She was a beautiful girl in her mid-30s, she let the widowed, childless Marquis fuck her every afternoon. She lay on her belly and only let herself be fucked from behind, she held back her rosary and breathed "Amen!" after every orgasm. She did not let herself be fucked from the front, "Only when you have made me your honorable wife, Your Grace!" She stuck to it, either — or. For the first time in her life, she was truly in love, as much as she had been in love with the Heavenly Bridegroom as a child.

Of course Ric had known about their relationship, and now he heard that his future stepfather was his new boss! The Marquis had caught himself in his own trap and married Maria del Carmen six months later. She had only one, no, two conditions. First, she wanted to remain a surgeon as long as she could. Second, she did not want to live apart from her son.

The stepfather was very pleased with Ric's success as an assassin. He was an excellent surgeon and a reliable assassin. He told Ric that it would not be a mistake to learn Arabic. Yes, the Moors were in retreat, that was true. But it would certainly take another generation or two. The Marquis never sent him on a suicide mission, that was true. But he gave him orders that were politically or militarily important. After every assassination, Ric had to go to the king with Don Miguel and report to him in detail. The fight against the Moors was the king's most important concern.

Maria del Carmen was married for the first time and she was a good wife. Now that she had become a Marquise, she let herself be fucked from the front and breathed "Amen!" after each of her orgasms. She kept her firm faith, but she gradually shook off the monastery. Ric now brought his conquests into his room, since his mother was staying the night with the Marquis. Of course, Ric fucked Maria del Carmen as often as he could. He put many, many women and girls in his bed and was very proud that he had brought many dozens of bastards into the world. It was on a windy, rainy March night that his life took a new turn.

He had completed his task, the Moor lay dead as a rock in his bed. Ric sneaked into the women's bedroom next door. He woke the pretty wife quietly and held his dagger to her throat. He asked in broken Arabic whether she would scream. She shook her head, but she looked at him fearfully like a sheep. Ric fucked the adorable sheep-faced girl hard and covered her mouth in orgasm, she would have screamed in ecstasy. He knew that, he had already fucked many, many Moorish women. Just in time he realized that her little daughter was waking up.

Like lightning he was over the child, covered her mouth and the dagger to her throat. He looked at the mother and asked her to explain. She did so in a quick whisper, but the daughter contradicted her. "I'm much too young!" the little girl whispered indignantly, "much too young!" Ric pulled her blanket away and exposed the girl. In the dim light he realized that she had no pubic hair yet. He wanted to release her, but she felt the dagger at her throat and opened her thighs for the fuck, just as she had seen. She grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy hole. He thrust quickly, deflowering her with a quick jerk. She wasn't allowed to scream, but Ric could feel that it had hurt her. His cock filled her little pussy completely, now he was fucking the little girl. He had to fuck her for a long time because he had already squirted inside her mother. He waited to squirt until the child had laboriously masturbated to orgasm, then he squirted inside her.

He disappeared as silently as he had come. If at all possible, after every murder he fucked the adult daughter or the wife, if she was not too old. Only very rarely did he have to kill a woman if she did not keep her promise and raised the alarm. Then he only escaped with difficulty. But now it was good, the woman only cared about her violated daughter and did not raise the alarm. He hurried anyway, the pursuers would not hesitate for a moment. He rode along the road by the river, that was the right way back. He heard the rapid clatter of hooves behind him, but only one horse. He let his horse lie down in the grass, the horse was trained to command.

He jumped up from behind the tree at the right moment and pulled the rider roughly to the ground. As he fell he realized that it must be a boy. He grabbed him by the throat with iron force and ripped off his headgear. It was a girl. She called out something like, "Har, Har!" and her horse obediently came closer and began to graze. He held her by her hair and spoke to her, but she spoke a completely different Arabic to him. "la 'urid mumarasat aljins" he halfway understood, she doesn't want sex. Aha, a clever girl, she knew right away what the hour has come. He held her by her black waist-lenght hair and ripped off her piece of clothing after piece of clothing until she stood completely naked in front of him. Like most Moorish women, she had only a cute little breast and a small, prominent black bush towered over her pubic slit, from which a well-trained clit peeked out cheekily by an inch. She was very slim and girlish, probably not yet 20. He dragged her behind him to the river bank and submerged her completely under water, several times. He washed her ass and pussy in particular. He took his cock out completely and washed it too, he had been brought up to always wash himself. She had cried out briefly when he submerged her. She calmed down when he washed her ass and pussy, but she winced when she saw his cock. She understood everything when he cleaned his cock.

She let herself be led to her clothes and smiled a little as he stripped naked. He hugged her and caressed her back and his caressing hand slid down to her ass cheeks. Now she returned his embrace and whispered "Habibti", my darling. He kissed her on the lips and then with a French kiss, which she returned. He laid her on the grass and laid himself next to her. "Habibti," she repeated as his fingers searched for her clit. She opened her thighs and let her clit masturbate willingly. She was soon as hot as an oven, kissing him with slightly biting French kisses as he lay on top of her. She hugged him and whispered something, but he didn't understand a word.

He began to penetrate and felt her hymen. He was not prepared for this. He looked into her eyes, but she nodded in agreement and pressed her pussy towards him. "Habibti!" With a quick jerk he deflowered her. She smiled and closed her eyes, smiling. She had a fine, rather tight pussy and must have seen a lot of fucking, because she was very active in fucking from the beginning. Not many young girls had discovered the shared pace as easy as this wild girl. He fucked her for a very long time, because his juice had not yet regenerated. The girl put a finger on her clit and triggered her own orgasm just as he squirted. It didn't squirt very much. She put her hand on her belly and said with a smile, repeatedly, "Tifl!" Ric searched his memory. He only knew it as a term for a child, but what did she mean by that? He lay next to her in the grass, panting, they both gasped for air.

He asked her what her name was. "Fara bin Altani," she said quietly. He tapped his chest. "Ricardo de Santis," he said. He was very tired, but he must not fall asleep. Fara bent over his cock and took it in her mouth. She smiled cheekily and osculated, licked and sucked his cock until the guy was hard again. She opened her thighs wide and pulled him to her. Smiling, she let herself be fucked again and triggered her orgasm with her finger as he squirted inside. He fell next to her, breathing heavily, gasping for air. He mustn't fall asleep, he whispered until he fell asleep.

Fara was awake before him, she dressed quietly and hesitated. Fara bin Altani was of course a false name, she was the youngest daughter of the vizier Al-Fadl of Agadir, whose army was camped outside the city. And she had visited her new boyfriend incognito in the city, they had smooched, kissed and wrestled naked on his bed, but she hadn't let him fuck her, not yet. She licked his cock with pleasure and let him squirt his juice down her throat, she was very good at this. Her new lover had accepted that he was not allowed to fuck her yet. More and more often she allowed her cavalier to stick his cock between her tightly pressed inner thighs and fuck and squirt there. They would soon fuck properly, she whispered, although she herself did not believe it. He licked her clit from orgasm to orgasm, sometimes better than any black slave. Now she rode home with her clit burning and cursed the fortune teller, who was saying she would meet the right man today and conceive his child. The stupidest fortune telling of all time! And then Ricardo pulled her off her horse and fucked her twice. He had to be the right man, because she was now, strangely enough, pregnant with Ric's child, she knew that immediately.

She took her small dagger in her hand, hesitated for a moment and slit Ric's throat from ear to ear. Without turning around, she got on the horse and rode away. Ric jumped up as she slit his throat. He saw her galloping away, he felt for his scarf and wrapped it tightly around his neck, then everything went black.

He must have been unconscious for an hour when he woke up. He touched his sore neck, only dried blood. He just put on his trousers and got on the horse. He urged the animal on, it raced off. It was more than an hour later that he arrived at the castle. A squire got him off the horse and three squires dragged him to the hospital. One ran and fetched Maria del Carmen. She turned pale and grabbed hold immediately. The dagger had not cut through the windpipe or the esophagus, nor the arteries. His mother patched him up carefully, applied the ointment thickly and put a bandage on him.

The Marquis, his stepfather, sat down next to his bed, as did his mother. Had he killed the Moor? Ric could no longer speak. He nodded in agreement, yes! The Marquis wanted to know who had slit his throat? Ric indicated a breast with his hands. A woman? asked the Marquis and Ric nodded, yes! He couldn't say her name. The Marquis asked if she was dangerous, if she was a threat to the Kingdom of Toledo? Ric indicated with his hands, no! Mama asked, a woman or a girl? Ric indicated, a girl. He had fucked her twice, Mama understood that immediately. He had fallen asleep and she had slit his throat. Why? Ric himself didn't know. Did she want to kill you or just hurt you? Ric couldn't answer that either. But Mama said she had only wanted to hurt him, she hadn't wielded the knife decisively enough.

Maria del Carmen looked after him, all that remained was an ugly scar. The Marquis had his spies ask around if anyone knew a Fara bin Altani, but no one knew her.

Ric recovered well and worked as a surgeon and assassin for many years.

As an old man Ric lived to see the liberation of Toledo in the year of our Lord 1085, where his son served as a general under the Caliph Al-Qadir.

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