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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 26 Jun 2006 1 comments
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I have always had a strong interest in the history of medieval England. Although a lot of it si heavilly romanticised, The basic truth of life then fascinates me. In the UK there are several societies who meet to re-enact battles etc. Anyway, to the point:-Last night I went to a Lord of the Manor's banquet. This was held in the hall of a home near where I live that itself dates back tot he 13th Century and is privately owned. I was dressed in a green velvet dress with pointed cuffs that stretched to my middle finger on each hand. It was gathered very tightly at the waist too. The meal was, well, the only way I can describe it is 'earthy'. Plain cooking, eaten with only a knife and fingers. There was a lot of mead too. I was warned that this would be a total experience, and I suppose thats why I went. The evening was made complete with the old habit of peeing in the huge fireplace, just as happened all that time ago. Of course from where I was sitting, I saw a lot of cock, not all of which was flacid. Some of the men had very pleasing erections. I was getting used to getting groped too. The owner of the house, (The Lord of the Manor) had taken a shine to several women there. When I saw him heading my way, I must admit, I was definately in the mood. In those days, the Lord had feudal rights. He could make love to anyone he wished. Towards the end of the evening, he had fucked three girls, all in full view of everyone. And, by this time, I was squirming myself. When he headed my way I thought for a moment he was going for someone else, but instead, he pulled me rather roughly to my feet and pulled me tight to him. He kissed me savagely to the cheers of everyone else in the room. Nex, he shoved his hand between mylegs and yanked my dress up. I felt his thick fumbling fingers grab my knickers and tear them off me. "The wench is already wet!" he yelled to the cheering crowd. Brushing several goblets and plate off the table he bent me backwards and raised my legs, holding them around his waist. I could already feel him nudging against my sex. He then, in one glorious push slammed inside me. It wasnt the thickest cock I've ever had, but it was certainly the longest. I suddenly became aware of how this looked. I was getting fucke on a table, with at least twenty others looking on. I tell you, the cream poured from my pussy. I could see several of the men masturbating and from where I was, I could see the girl opposite me with her hand between her legs. My god, he could fuck! He made excellent use of his cock, almost teasing me by taking it out, or not pushing it right in, then hammering away at me so that I screamed aloud. I could feel his cock thicken slightly and I knew he was close. a few more seconds and he rammed in me totally and held very very still. I could feel it as he shot his load agaist my cervix. It was totally fucking glorious. When he withdrew, I could feel his cum runnong out of me, bt I didnt move. Before I knew it a cock had appeared near my face and I eagerly sucked at it with my eyes closed in extacy. I felt someone between my legs and stole aquick glance. There was a train of men forming to have me and, you know what, I was more than happy to take them. Last night, I fucked 12 men. One after the other, and even took three of them (one at a time of course) in my ass. I even got one of the girls to sit on my face while the last one was at me.Totally depraved? Yes. Totally wanton? You bet. I now know that I havemissed my vocation. Much as I love flying, I think I should have been a whore!Hmmmm... now THERES a thought"