Royal Slut by Tock1218 Royal Slut Ch. 03 Elle and Maria give a young couple a wedding present. Recap of Chapter 1: Elle goes to the castle to find work in the kitchens, but to her great surprise ends up auditioning for the position of royal slut. After winning the job, the king and court applaud her success and she is escorted to her new accommodations to get a well-earned good night's sleep. Recap of Chapter 2: Elle spends her first official day as royal slut under the tutelage of Maria. Together they entertain two deserving young men and Elle experiences several firsts. Maria initiates Elle into the sorority of royal sluts by performing a traditional duty. One year later. It was a glorious spring day in the southern provinces. The mid-morning sun warmed newly verdant fields and the scent of wildflowers and meadow grass filled the air. It had rained the night before, but that only added to the feeling of freshness and renewal. Elle and Maria stood holding hands next to a brightly painted toll booth, watching the traffic pass by. They were there for the grand opening of the Royal Southern Turnpike. Like many other members of the royal household, it was their duty to host such events. They were there to add a sense of occasion and grandeur and to remind the populace of the king's role in improving their lives. The only difference between Elle and Maria's appearances and those of other royal representatives was that they were not expected to cut ribbons, christen sailing ships, or read proclamations. Instead, they were expected to have sex. Lots and lots of sex. On this occasion, the occupants of the 100th wagon to pass through the toll gate would win one hour of Elle and Maria's time. This fact had been kept secret. It was to be an exciting surprise that would make the event especially memorable. Thus, no one knew exactly why Elle was counting out loud or why Maria was making tallies on a chalk board until they cried out in unison, "One hundred! Stop the traffic!" The guards hurried forward to carry out the order, stepping in front of the 100th wagon and crossing their pikes to prevent it from moving forward. The occupants, a couple in their mid-twenties, sat frozen in place. They had no idea why they been stopped. Had they forgotten to pay the toll? Did they have more sacks of flour in their wagon than the law allowed? Maria strode forward to allay their concern and reveal the surprise. "Gentlefolk! I am Maria, the royal procuress, and my companion is Elle, the royal slut! Please help us congratulate this fine young couple on their good fortune. As the occupants of the 100th wagon to pass through the toll booth, they will have the opportunity to spend one hour with Elle and myself. How they choose to spend that time... well... I suppose that's up to them...." Maria smiled at the couple and gave them a mischievous wink. The crowd roared in approval. Maria acknowledged the applause with a deep curtsy, making sure that the onlookers got a nice long look at her spectacular cleavage. When the clapping died down, she walked over to help the couple down from the wagon. Maria led the couple over to Elle and the four of them proceeded to a large silk tent that had been set up under a nearby oak tree. As they approached, the royal guards came to attention, allowing them to enter. Once inside, the couple looked around the tent, eyes wide with amazement. In their experience, tents were dark, dank, and smoke-filled. Clearly, this was a very different kind of tent. Tiny delicate lanterns hung from the ceiling, creating a subtle pattern of light and shadow. There was a sumptuous bed with an abundance of colorful pillows and silk cushions, and the clean wooden floor was covered with beautiful rugs. The air was scented with sandalwood and rose. Maria showed them to a set of ornately carved chairs arranged around a small brass table and helped settle them in. As the young woman sat down, she glanced at the chair arms, and then blinked in surprise. Was the chair arm really carved in the shape of a man taking a woman from behind? That couldn't be! Could it? Once everyone was seated, Elle offered a warm welcome and asked the couple to introduce themselves. For a moment, both were too stunned to respond. Finally, the young man gathered the courage to speak. "My name is Tom Miller and this is my wife Molly. We come from the village of Horn." "Pleased to meet you Tom and Molly of Horn!," said Elle, flashing her brightest smile. "What brings you to the Royal Southern Turnpike this fine day?" Tom gave Molly a nervous glance. "We're just married and travel to the city to begin our new lives. We are to run a bakery given to us by my father as a wedding gift." "How marvelous!," exclaimed Maria. She would have said more, but stopped short when she saw the forlorn expression on Molly's face and the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Maria turned to Molly and put her hands on hers. "My dear, whatever could be wrong? Don't you like being married to Tom?" "Oh, I like being married to Tom very much!" Molly quickly replied. "He is the most wonderful man I've ever met and I can't think of anyone I would rather spend my life with." "Then perhaps you object to the move the city or to working in bakery?" "No, no, I'm quite content with the life we are to lead. I've learned to bake bread and everything! Everyone who tastes it says we'll do very well." "Then what?" Molly looked at Tom, then burst into tears. "She thinks that she does not satisfy me," said Tom, his cheeks turning bright red with embarrassment. "When we are together as man and wife it is not as, um, exciting as she imagined. She blames herself for that and thinks that I will eventually tire of her and choose another in her stead." "And will you?" asked Elle, a hint of accusation in her voice. "No! I assure you! I love Molly and always will, but as I've told her, we are humble folk and should not expect to experience the same passions as our betters. We do what we must in order to make children together, and that is enough for the likes of us. But for some reason, this explanation does not quiet her doubts." "Well of course not!" exclaimed Elle. "Why should Molly be content with such utter piffle! It was only one year ago that I was a common kitchen maid looking for work at the castle. Now I am the royal slut and an acknowledged master of lust. And the beautiful Maria, renowned throughout the land for her wickedly skillful tongue, is the daughter of a humble blacksmith. She struck out on her own at sixteen when her father tried to marry her off to settle his tab at the local tavern. So don't tell me that humble folks can't enjoy the same passions as their so-called betters! Maria and I are living proof that this is a foul lie!" Elle glared at Tom and was about to say something even more cutting when she saw the shock and concern on Molly's face. Remembering that Molly truly loved Tom, she took a deep breath and softened her gaze. "It's not your fault Tom. You just don't know any better. Well, that is something we can easily remedy." She clapped her hands and a clerk entered the tent. "Cancel my engagements for this afternoon. Tom and Molly will require much more than an hour of our time and attention." "Are you sure my lady, the Duchess of Wolfwhistle is expecting..." Elle cut the clerk off mid-sentence. "The Duchess of Wolfwhistle can wait until tomorrow to have her pussy eaten, or she can get one of a dozen footmen to satisfy her if she is impatient. I have something much more important to attend to. Maria and I are going to give Tom and Molly a wedding present." "Very well, my lady," intoned the clerk, bowing low and retreating as quickly as he could. As soon as the clerk left, Elle turned to Tom and Molly. "Are you excited about your wedding present? I am! I'm just bursting to share it with you!" "That's very generous of you, my lady, but you really don't need to give us anything. Just being noticed by you is gift enough for the likes of us," Tom replied, looking at the ground. Elle frowned. "Molly. Is that what you think too?" Molly hesitated, opened her mouth and then closed it. She was actually quite curious about the wedding present, and wanted to know, at the very least, what it was. Finally, she said "Tom's my husband, but you're a lady, so I think you probably know what's best." "That's right. I am a lady," replied Elle, smoothing her skirt and sitting up straight. "Now, normally I don't like to give orders. That's really Maria's department. I'm more of an "order taker" than an "order giver," if you know what I mean. However, in this case, I'm going to make an exception. It's really just a matter of common courtesy. As your hostesses, Maria and I have an obligation to see to your needs, is that not correct?" Tom and Molly nodded in agreement. "Good! I'm glad we see eye to eye. We all agree that it is our duty to see to your needs. Well, Maria and I can see very plainly that what you need is a wedding present. So if our unquestioned obligation is to give you a wedding present, what is your obligation as guests?" After a moment, Molly murmured, "to accept it graciously," remembering a phrase from a book of manners she had read as a girl. "Well said! To accept it graciously! That's exactly right. Now, this particular wedding present is not so much a thing as an experience, and to enjoy this experience properly you and Tom will need to do exactly what we say. In other words, in order to accept our gift graciously, you'll need to follow our orders. Do you agree to be good guests? Do you agree to follow our orders?" Neither Tom nor Molly was quite sure what they were agreeing to, but the way Elle put it made it seem as if it would be rude to say no. "I suppose we must," said Tom, looking at Molly and squeezing her hand. "Excellent!," exclaimed Elle. "I promise, you won't regret it! Tom, go with Maria. Molly, pull your chair up next to mine. Tom and Maria are going to put on a little show, and you and I will watch the goings on." As Maria led Tom over to the bed, Molly pulled her chair a little closer to Elle's. "Closer than that," said Elle, "right up next to mine. We need to be able to whisper and chat, just us girls." Molly did as Elle asked, earning a smile in return. "Ah Molly! Make yourself comfortable. I have a feeling you and I are going to get along famously!" Meanwhile, Maria led Tom to the bed and sat him down, facing her. Tom wanted to be a good guest but had no idea what was expected of him. He found it nearly impossible to sit still. "What...should...I do?" he stammered. "Just do as I say. Easy as that lover" purred Maria, looking at him lustfully and placing her hands on his thighs. "Now Tom. Look at me and pay attention. This is very important. I'm about to suck your cock. Your wife Molly will be watching closely. She'll be taking note of everything she sees. Think carefully about what you like best, because Molly is sure to follow my example when the two of you are alone later this evening. Perhaps you would like me to remove my skirt so that you can watch my ass bounce and shake while I suck on you. Or maybe you would like me to take off my blouse so you can play with my tits while I see how much of your cock I can swallow. It's up to you Tom. Don't be shy. I'm game if you're game, and I know Molly will be too once she gets the hang of it." Tom swallowed hard, overcome with shock and embarrassment. He couldn't make sense of the situation. His mind raced. Had he heard right? Maria wanted to do what?! He looked over at Molly, hoping she could help, but she was just as stunned as he was. It didn't make any sense! He found it impossible to believe that his demure and innocent wife would do any of the things Maria had described, and still less plausible that a lady like Maria would suggest them. In the end, he fell back on the one thing he knew for certain. He had promised to do as he was told. Maria had asked a question, and as a good guest he had to provide an answer. So he did his best. "I would like you to remove your skirt so I can look at your, um, behind. And while you are... um... pleasuring me, I would like you to... play with my... um... balls," he said all in a rush. "Excellent Tom!" exclaimed Maria. "Very commendable for a first effort at expressing your desires! Two notes, however. You will not be looking at my "behind." You will be watching my ass shake as you fuck my face. And I will not be "pleasuring you." I will be sucking and slurping on your big hard cock. But other than that, good job! Now if you would remove your pants, we can begin." Having made up his mind that he had no choice but to follow orders, Tom quickly complied. He jumped up and removed his pants while Maria undid the tie on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Tom stared at her sensuous hips and neatly trimmed pussy, his eyes open wide. This was actually going to happen! This amazing woman was going to suck his cock! Maria put a hand on his shoulder and gently guided him back into a sitting position. Then she knelt between his legs and gave his quickly hardening shaft a long, languorous kiss. Elle laughed to herself as she watched Molly take in the action. For all her embarrassment and insecurities, Molly was absolutely fixated on the show Maria was putting on with her husband. Elle leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Your husband has a lovely cock. Much larger and better made than most. I envy you." Molly blushed a deep shade of red. "I mean it," said Elle. "If I were you, I would thank the heavens for such a blessing. Think on it! You can suck that glorious shaft whenever you want! You could ride it until you cum so hard you wake the neighbors! Or, if you're in a quieter mood, you could stroke it while Tom plays with your pussy, pulling and squeezing his cock until he cums all over your dainty little hand." "I could never do such things!" Molly shot back, shocked by Elle's suggestions. "Of course you can! You learned to bake bread, didn't you?" "Yes, but that's not the same!" "You're right! It's not! Sucking a cock is much easier than baking bread! Watch Maria. See how she's licking up and down your husband's shaft as she fondles his balls. There's nothing difficult about that, and Tom seems to love it!" "I suppose," Molly agreed reluctantly. "But it's not about how difficult it is. I'm just not that kind of person!" "You mean the kind of person who likes to give and receive pleasure? Of course you are!" Molly looked down and was silent for a moment as she absorbed this new idea. Actually, she was that kind of person. All she really wanted was to give Tom pleasure and receive it in return. She lifted her head and spoke, still with some doubt in her voice, but clearly, and to the point. "I never thought of it that way. I suppose you're right." "Bravo!," exclaimed Elle. "Thinking of things in new ways is the key to happiness!" "So what happens next?" asked Molly, her curiosity starting to outweigh her fear and confusion. "Well, let's start with a little trick the king taught me. Here's what I want you to do Molly. Pretend you're Maria. Can you do that for me? "I'll try." "Good! Watch Maria closely and think about what she's doing and what she's feeling. It's your hand that's stroking Tom's shaft as you take his cockhead into your mouth. It's you feeling his cock stiffen in your mouth, as your soft wet lips and tongue take him right to the edge. It's your pussy that's getting wet, thinking of the moment when he loses control and floods your mouth with his cum." Elle gave Molly a few moments to watch Maria and contemplate her words before taking the next step. Then, when she noticed Molly's face begin to flush, she said, "Molly dear. Let's see if our little trick is working. Slip your hand into your skirt and see if you're getting wet." Molly did not need to touch herself to know the answer. She had felt the warm wetness between her legs grow as she watched Tom and Maria. She had never taken a man's cock into her mouth, but now she was aching to try. So it was with some enthusiasm that she loosened the waist of her skirt and placed her hand between her legs. When her fingers grazed her wet, engorged clit she let out an involuntary moan. Elle smiled knowingly. "Now taste yourself Molly. Taste the lust your husband is inspiring in you." Molly slipped a finger into her pussy and then raised it to her mouth. As she did so, Elle replaced Molly's hand with hers and began to caress Molly's clit. "You don't mind me playing with your pussy, do you?" asked Elle in her most innocent voice. As shocking as Elle's question was, Molly could not bring herself to ask her to stop. Instead, she shuddered and groaned, sucking on her slick finger, pretending it was Tom's cock, as Elle's fingers caressed and probed her soft, wet folds. When Elle began to feel Molly's hips rising and falling to meet her fingers, she knew that Molly would go as far as Elle would take her. The thought made Elle shiver with excitement and lust. "Molly, dear," she said, "let's give Tom a show. Pull your skirt up and spread your legs nice and wide so he can see me stroking your wet snatch. Let him see what a perfect little slut he married." Molly quickly did as she was told, putting her legs up on the arm rests of the chair. She was rewarded with renewed attention from Elle. "Ahh...your fingers in my pussy...umhh,... so good... so fucking good..." Molly moaned. "Do you like that? Do you like me playing with your warm, wet snatch? Do you like spreading your legs, so Tom can see me fingering your slick cunt? Do you want me to keep doing it?" "Oh god...yes...yesssss." "Then you need to do something for me," said Elle, leaning over and whispering in her ear. Tom looked up, startled by the sounds Molly was making. What he saw astonished him. His wife was naked from the waist down, her legs spread wide as Elle stroked her pussy. As Tom looked on, Elle leaned over and whispered something. Molly nodded yes and Elle proceeded to pull her own skirt up around her waist. Then she guided Molly's hand between her legs and helped her find just the right spot. The sight of Molly, his Molly, lost in bliss as she fingered another woman's pussy was more than he could comprehend. For a moment, he even forgot that Maria was sucking his cock! When Elle saw Tom staring at Molly, she knew what needed to happen next. She turned to Molly and gave her a deep, sensuous kiss. "Come Molly. It's time you rejoin your husband." Elle took her by the hand and led her over to Tom and Maria. "I think Tom would love to see your tits, and I know I would," Elle said, unbuttoning Molly's blouse. Once topless, Molly's arousal was obvious to all. Her pale pink nipples jutted out hard and erect from her large, pillowy tits. "What do you think Tom? Magnificent aren't they. So soft and suckable." As if to prove her point, Elle took one of Molly's nipples into her mouth, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Molly. She sucked and tongued Molly's nipple, reveling in Molly's moans and sighs. When Elle decided her attentions to Molly's tits had brought her arousal to a boil, she stopped abruptly and asked, "Have you ever sucked a man's cock Molly?" Molly shook her head no. "Well, that's about to change. Kneel next to Maria and follow her lead," said Elle gently, pulling Molly's hair back and out of the way as Molly got in position. Once Molly was kneeling next to her, Maria pulled her into a kiss, slipping her hand between Molly's legs as she did so. Molly sighed as Maria's fingers found her pussy. "You like that love, don't you? You like it when a woman fingers your tight little snatch." Molly groaned in reply. "Use your words Molly dear. I think Tom would like to here you say how much like it. It will excite him to hear what a lovely little slut he has for a wife." "I...ahh...oh god...love your fingers in my...umm...pussy...I feel...so...wet...I feel like...umm...ohhh... I feel like... ahhhh..." "You feel like such a horny little slut," laughed Maria. completing Molly's sentence for her. "Well, Molly, my horny little slut, now you and I are going to suck Tom's cock until he explodes. I'll get him started, but you are going to finish him off. " And with that, Maria leaned forward and gave Tom's cock a long slow lick from bottom to top, finishing by swirling her tongue around his cockhead. Molly did her best imitate Maria, giving Tom's cock a tentative lick with the tip of her tongue. "Like this," Maria said in a gentle and encouraging voice, and once again tongued Tom's cock from bottom to top. "Try again." Once more, Molly licked Tom's cock, this time with more confidence. "Good girl!" exclaimed Maria. "Keep going. Taste every inch of your husband's gorgeous cock. Let him know how much you love it!" Maria's words of encouragement were all Molly needed. Soon she was bathing Tom cock in licks and kisses, growing more assertive by the moment. When Molly took Tom's cock into her mouth without any prompting and began to slowly bob up and down, Elle laughed with surprise and delight. Then she leaned over and whispered in her ear. "He's getting close. Ask him where he wants to cum." If Molly was shocked by the suggestion, she didn't show it. Instead, she wrapped a hand around Tom's cock and began to slowly stroke his shaft. "Tom, love," she said, "where would you like to cum?" The question so surprised Tom that he was unable to answer. In any case, he was too overcome with pleasure to think straight. When Tom did not reply, Molly took control. She had found sucking Tom's cock incredibly arousing, and it had awakened a part of her she never knew existed. She loved exciting him, feeling him grow harder in her mouth, hearing his breathing grow ragged. She could not wait for him to lose control completely and reward her with his cum. She decided to tell him exactly what she wanted. "If you don't mind Tom, I would love it if you would cum on my tits. It would be so exciting to see your cum shooting out of your cock and splashing all over my big soft titties. Do you think you can do that for me?" Tom let out a deep sigh, which Molly took as a yes. She picked up the pace of her stroking and thrust her tits forward. "Cum for me Tom! Cum for me! Cum all over my tits!" Tom's legs began to shake and Molly could feel his cock grow stiff in her hand. "That's it baby. That's it. Cum on my big juicy tits!" Molly's lewd exhortations pushed Tom over the edge. His cock pulsed with rope after rope of sticky cum, coating Molly's tits and splashing her chin and lips. When Tom finished, Molly licked her lips, and then took Tom's cock into her mouth, eager to get every drop. Elle clapped her hands in approval. "That was amazing Molly! You're a natural-born cocksuckerl!" she exclaimed. "Oh Tom! Doesn't Molly look absolutely delicious covered in your spunk? So incredibly slutty in such a good way!" Maria, who had been feeling a little left out, turned to Molly and slowly dragged a finger down her cum-covered tits. "Tom and Elle have had their way with you. I think it's my turn for a taste." She drew Molly into a deep, cum-soaked kiss, her hand slipping between Molly's legs to stroke her pussy. Molly gasped and sighed with pleasure. "Molly dear, do you want me to make you cum? Do you want me to stroke your pussy and suck your tits until you cum hard like the good little slut wife you are?" Molly responded by pulling Maria back into an open-mouthed kiss and pressing her tits up against Maria's. She moaned into Maria's mouth as Maria's fingers found her slippery clit. After a few moments, Maria broke their embrace and began to lick her way down from Molly lips to her tits, lapping up Tom's cum as she went. She took one of Molly's nipples into her mouth and began to lick and suck in rhythm with the motion of her fingers in Molly's pussy. "Oh god...oh god!" Molly cried. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming...I'm...yes...yes...oh god!" She let out a wail of pure unbridled lust, her pussy spasming around Maria's fingers as her climax took hold. Elle leaned over and said to Tom, "Look at your sexy wife! Have you ever seen anything so exciting? There she is, her tits dripping with your jizz, cuming hard as another woman sucks her tits and plays with her pussy! What a lucky man you are!" Tom could only nod in agreement, a huge smile spreading across his face. Elle was more than pleased with her morning's work, and decided it was a good time to take a break. "All right children," she announced, "We've got all afternoon to play! Right now, however, I think it's time for lunch!" Elle rang a small silver bell and the clerk reappeared. "Lunch for four and hot towels and fresh clothes for our guests," Elle commanded. "Right away, my lady," said the clerk, bowing low. The clerk hurried from the tent and moments later three maids entered with the items Elle had requested. "Put the food and drink down and attend to our guests," said Elle. The maids placed the meal on the table and approached Tom and Molly with the hot towels. Before they could open their mouths to object, the maids removed their remaining clothes and began to gently scrub their bodies clean. When they were sure that they had removed all residue of the morning's exertions, they dressed the couple in clean, soft, sweet-smelling clothes. Once they were dressed, Elle and Maria beckoned them over to the table to eat. To their astonishment, Tom and Molly discovered they were famished and, in no time at all, finished all the novel and delicious dishes that had been laid out for them. They thanked Elle and Maria profusely but found it difficult to hold up their end of the lunchtime conversation. It was not something they were used to, and, in any case, the extraordinary events of the morning had left them more than a little dazed. Fortunately, Elle was a skilled hostess and had anticipated this moment. "I'm so glad you enjoyed the meal," she said, smiling. "Now that you've had your fill, why don't you sit together for a moment and rest. And while you do so, Maria and I will provide some light entertainment. No need to make small talk. Just move your chairs closer together, relax, and enjoy the show." Tom and Molly smiled their thanks, grateful for the chance to sit together comfortably in silence. Elle and Maria set about extinguishing the lanterns around the periphery of the tent. When they were done, they stood by the bed. The bed alone was bathed in light, and Tom and Molly were sitting in the shadows. Elle and Maria curtsied low, revealing much more of their tits than decorum allowed. Then Maria began their performance. "You know, of course, that Elle is the royal slut, but it was not always so. Do you know how she became the royal slut?" Tom and Molly shook their heads. "Elle, my pet, I think you should tell our new friends how you were chosen for your exalted position." Elle smiled shyly. "I went to the castle looking for work in the kitchens." "But you're not a kitchen wench now, are you? So what happened?" "I entered the throne room by accident. The king saw me and asked me to disrobe." "Is that all? The king asked you to disrobe and you got the position?" "No, there's more," Elle admitted with seeming reluctance. "He put his hands all over my body." "Really?! All over your body? Did you ask why he did that?" "No. I was too distracted." "Distracted? Distracted by what exactly?" "When the king fondled my tits and slipped a finger into my slit, my nipples got stiff and my pussy got wet. That's when the king said I could have a job if I passed a test." "What kind of test? A math test? A spelling test?" "No, not that kind of test." "Then what?" "A test to prove that I was a slut." "Oh my! That's most unusual. Why don't you tell these good people what you did in order to prove that you're a slut." "Well, it was like this. I sat naked in an armchair, my legs spread wide in the most obscene way possible. Everyone in the court could see how wet my pussy was and how eager I was to play with it. My task was to make myself cum while watching you suck the king's cock. When you began to lick and stroke the king, I began to play with my pussy. You teased and teased, and I was dying to see you swallow his cock and make him cum in your mouth. The more you teased, the wetter I got. And then finally, you took the king's cock into your mouth and began to bob up and down, and it was every bit as exciting as I thought it would be. But the thing that put me over the top, the thing that made me cum harder than I had ever cum before, was when you reached back and began playing with your pussy. That sent me over the edge, and it must have done the same for the king, because moments later he came hard and you swallowed every drop of his salty spunk." "I suppose I did," said Maria, licking her lips. Elle motioned to Maria with her eyes to look at Tom and Molly. Molly had a hand in Tom's lap and was gently stroking his cock through his pants. Tom had a hand inside Molly's skirt and was returning the favor. Maria grinned with delight and decided to see if she could spark even more lewd and lusty behavior in their guests. "You know, Elle. It's one thing to talk about what happened, but it's another to show what happened. I think we should show Tom and Molly what happened the next morning on your very first day as royal slut." "As you wish," said Elle demurely. "Assume the position, Elle." Elle removed her skirt and hopped up on the bed. She got on her elbows and knees, her ass high and her legs spread wide. "What a perfect little slut! So eager! So wet! See how she's so thoughtfully given you a lovely view of her tight little asshole and her warm, slippery cunt." Maria dragged a finger along Elle's wet slit and circled her asshole. Elle moaned with pleasure. "She likes that, doesn't she? She likes it when I play her pussy and her cute little rosebud. Elle, tell Tom and Molly how you found yourself in this, um, "compromising" position." "I was entertaining two soldiers. As a reward for their bravery, they were permitted to stroke their cocks as they watched you make me cum." "But why this particular position?" asked Maria, dipping a finger into Elle's pussy and resuming the teasing of her asshole. "Because...oh god, yes...you had promised...ummmm... ahhh...," sighed Elle. "You had promised to make me... ummmm... cum by tonguing my... ahhh... asshole." "And that thought excites you, doesn't it? You get excited by the idea of my tongue in your ass and my fingers in your pussy. Don't you slut? You're going to cum, just thinking about it, aren't you?" "Oh god! Oh! Mmmmm...," Elle moaned, as her hips began to rock back and forth and she reached back between her legs to touch herself. "Not yet, slut!" commanded Maria, withdrawing her fingers and pushing Elle's hand away from her pussy. "I want our guests to find out how the soldier's entertainment came to its climax." Elle whined in disappointment, but Maria ignored her. "Here's the thing," said Maria, addressing Tom and Molly. "Everyone has something they particularly enjoy. They don't know why they like it, they just do. For example, Tom likes it when a woman licks and fondles his balls. Molly likes it when a man cums on her tits, don't you dear?" Molly blushed, but nodded yes all the same. "It's nothing to be ashamed of! Everyone likes something!" Maria exclaimed. "Take Elle here. She likes it a lot when anyone, man or woman, plays with her tight little back door. And I... I like finding out what other people like... and then giving it to them." Maria paused to let her words sink in, then continued. "Molly, be a dear and stop playing with Tom's cock for just a moment. If you look under the table, you'll see a small wooden box. Bring it over to me, please." Molly found the box and brought it to Maria. She was just about to turn and go back to her chair when Maria stopped her. "You can't go until you see what an eager little anal slut Elle is. Get a finger nice and slick with her pussy juices and tease her pucker, just a little." Molly slipped a finger into Elle's wet cunt, and then began to rub her slippery finger back and forth across Elle's asshole. Elle's moans of approval emboldened Molly, and she pushed the tip of her finger into Elle's ass. "Ummm... ohhh...," Elle groaned in approval. "Well aren't you the dark horse Molly! I'm impressed," said Maria. "Now back to your seat. Tom's starting to miss the lovely feeling of your hand on his cock." When Molly had returned to her seat and had resumed her stroking of Tom, Maria continued her story. "Once I found out how much Elle liked a tongue or a finger in her ass, I knew right away what she would like best of all. A proper ass fucking! So I arranged one for her. I knew this would be a first for her, so a started by tonguing and fingering her ass until she was slick and slippery. Let me demonstrate." Maria spread Elle's cheeks and began to tongue her asshole, licking and probing until Elle moaned with desire. Then she opened the box and produced a small vial of oil. She dripped the oil into Elle's tight pucker, and then inserted a slippery finger. As she began to move the finger in and out, Elle begged for more, "fuck my ass... oh god!... don't stop... fuck my ass!...ohhh!" Maria added a second finger, and Elle pushed her hips back, driving Maria's fingers deeper and deeper. "Slut, are you ready for your ass fucking?" asked Maria. "It seems like it to me. Your nice and slick, and your asshole is opening up, almost like its begging for a hard cock." "God yes!," exclaimed Elle. "I need it soooo bad!" "As you wish, slut," Maria responded, reaching back into the box and taking out an ivory phallus. She coated it with oil, then lined the tip up with Elle's asshole, pressing lightly, but not hard enough to push it all the way in. "Are you sure you're ready slut?" "Just fuck me! I need you to fuck me... now!" "See, I told you she was an eager little anal slut!" And with that, Maria pushed the ivory cock into Elle's ass. Elle cried out in ecstasy, as Maria began to fuck her in earnest, pushing the cock in and out. Elle reached back and began to rub her clit, her ass bucking and shaking as she took her pleasure. Finally, when Maria judged that Elle was just at the edge of cumming, she drove the cock as deep as she could in Elle's ass and held it there. Elle convulsed with pleasure, pressing hard on her clit, as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Maria and Elle had been so engrossed in their performance that they had almost forgot about their guests. When they had recovered sufficiently to look over at Tom and Molly, they were surprised to see Molly on her knees, sucking Tom's hard cock while she fingered her plump pussy. "Excuse me Molly, Tom, could we have your attention?" asked Elle. Molly looked up from her cock sucking, her lips and chin slick from her efforts. Elle smiled. "We're both so pleased that you were inspired by our little entertainment, but now is the part of the show that involves audience participation. Please disrobe and join us." Molly and Tom removed their clothes and walked over to the bed. "Lovely," said Maria. "Let's take a look at you." She ran her hands over Tom's barrel chest and meaty thighs, then gave his slick, erect cock a quick stroke. "You're quite the little cocksucker, Molly! See how hard you've made Tom!" Then she turned her attention to Molly, tracing her curvy hips and ass with her hands, before leaning forward and kissing her soft, pillowy tits. "Oh Tom! This one was just made for fucking! And she loves it too! See how hard her nipples are. I'll bet she's soaking wet! Come! Find out for yourself." Molly gasped with pleasure as Tom slipped a finger into her wet pussy. Tom would have liked to continue fingering Molly, but that was not what Maria had in mind. "Molly, I'm wondering if you could do a little favor for me," she asked sweetly. Molly nodded yes, unsure what she had agreed to. Maria continued, "Climb up on the bed and get on your knees and elbows, just like Elle did. I want Tom to be able see everything as I devour your pussy!" To Tom's astonishment, and if he was being honest, delight, Molly hopped up on the bed and presented her ass without hesitation. "Somebody's an eager little slut!," said Maria, chuckling at the speed with which Molly got in position. "Tom, have you ever seen anything so delicious, so unquestionably fuckable? Just look at her plump little cunny peaking out from between her legs. And don't get me started on Molly's ass!" Maria placed her hands on Molly's soft, generous curves, and gave her pussy a long, slow lick. Molly groaned with pleasure. "You like my tongue in your pussy, don't you Molly? Do you want me to keep licking or do you want me to suck on your cute little clit?" "Suck...oh...uhmm... me!" Molly gasped, as Maria traced a line with a slippery finger from her asshole to her clit. "Delighted to oblige," said Maria, burying her face in Molly wet snatch. No one had ever sucked her clit before, and it didn't take long before Molly's ass began to shake and quiver as her orgasm neared. To her great dismay, Maria suddenly stopped. "Molly, my pussy needs some attention too. If you want me to keep sucking your clit, your going to need to do the same for me. Will you do that Molly? Will you eat my cunt?" Molly nodded her agreement, desperate for Maria to continue. "Good! I'll lie on my back with my legs spread, and you get on top of me and straddle my face. That way, I'll be able to lick and suck your fat little cunny, while you bury your tongue in my pussy." It didn't take long for the two women to get in position. Molly had never been with a woman, but she found the taste and scent of Maria's pussy intoxicating. In no time, she was producing groans of pleasure from Maria as she licked and sucked. Meanwhile, much to Molly's delight, Maria returned the favor, flicking Molly's engorged clit with the tip of her tongue. Elle turned to Tom. "What a sight Tom! Would you ever believe shy Molly would be such a slut? See how she's spreading her legs wider to give Maria better access to her soaking wet cunt? Oh my! Now Maria's getting a finger nice and slick. I know where that's going! Right in Molly's cute little asshole! Oooh! She likes it! She squirming and sighing like a good little slut in heat! And watch her eat Maria's pussy! It's like she was born to it! She can't get her tongue deep enough in Maria's steamy snatch. Now she's getting a finger nice and wet! What do you suppose will happen next?! I think I know!" As Elle described the lewd scene, she reached over and began to slowly stroke Tom's cock, careful not to stroke too hard or too fast. "Tom, I think you should join them. Why don't you get behind Molly and slide your hard cock into her warm wet pussy. Maria can suck on Molly's clit while you fuck her from behind. I think Molly might enjoy that. What do you think?" "I...umm...think...oh god...your hand feels so good...you might be...ahhh...right!" "Of course I'm right! But before I let you go and fuck your darling little slut wife, I want you to promise me something." "Anything!" Tom exclaimed, working hard to not to cum as Elle continued to stroke his cock. "Excellent! Here's what I want you to promise. When you settle down in the city you'll eat Molly's pussy and play were her cute little asshole as often as she likes." "I... promise..." sighed Tom. "You promise what?" "I promise to... oh... ah...eat Molly's pussy...umh... and play with her asshole...arhhh... as often as she likes." "That's a good boy! Now go give your wife the fucking she deserves!" Tom got on the bed and positioned himself as Elle had suggested. Maria, who had been listening to the conversation, reached up and guided his cock into Molly's dripping slit. Molly exhaled sharply in surprise as Tom's cockhead pushed into her, then groaned with lust as Tom began to stroke in and out and Maria's tongue found her clit. Molly urged Tom on. "That's it Tom! Fuck me! Oh god! Your cock feels so good!" The feeling of her pussy lips stretched around Tom's cock as Maria's warm wet tongue caressed her clit was beyond anything Molly had ever imagined. For his part, Tom was in heaven. As is if the sight of his wife's soft curvy ass shaking as he fucked her wasn't enough, every now and then Maria's tongue would find his shaft, sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure through his body. Elle retrieved the ivory phallus and pulled up a chair. As she watched the threesome move towards its climax, she began to slowly fuck herself with the toy, sliding it in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit with her free hand. As Tom picked up speed, so did Elle, plunging the ivory cock into her cunt with ever increasing intensity. Slick with sweat, Molly felt Tom's grip on her ass begin to tighten and his strokes become more urgent. She could tell he was going to cum soon, and she knew what she wanted. "Cum on my ass Tom! Stroke your cock and cum all over your slut wife's creamy ass. Do it Tom!" Tom pulled out and began to stroke his slick cock. As Tom jerked off, Maria thrust her tongue into Molly's gaping pussy, pushing her over the edge. "Oh god! Oh god!" she cried, as Maria tongued her pussy and Tom exploded, coating her ass with his hot jizz. Elle's cries of release were not far behind. She came hard, the toy deep in her cunt, as she watched her fondest wishes for the young married couple come true. A few hours later, Elle and Maria stood at the roadside waving goodbye, as Tom and Molly's wagon continued its journey to the city and their new life. As the wagon pulled out of sight, the good friends gave each other a hug. "That was a job well done," said Elle. "I wholeheartedly agree," replied Maria. "By the way, did you manage to slip the box "party favors" into the wagon?" "I did," said Elle. "Toys, lubricants, restraints, everything a young couple could want! Oh, and one more thing. A copy of the pamphlet I wrote last year on female anatomy." Maria laughed. "Good idea! Tom's a fast learner, but a little formal instruction wouldn't hurt." Elle put her finger to her chin and gave Maria a thoughtful look. "I think we forgot something." "What's that?" asked Maria. "Well, I came, Tom came, and Molly absolutely came, but I don't think you did. What do you think we should do about that?" "I'm sure we'll think of something," Maria replied, a twinkle in her eye.