Her parts were sopping either from my previous emissions or her own excitement but what ever it was absolute heaven. I regretted that I could not keep her and that the guards must soon come looking for me. She looked me right in the eye and her body matched mime thrust for thrust as we conjoined. I marvelled that no one had found us thus far and when I finally let fly her eyes rolled as if in ecstasy. One thing still marked her out as aristocracy, her neatly plaited hair. My knife soon changed that as the pig tails fell away leaving her hair untidy as any peasant maids though perhaps somewhat cleaner. I pulled the smock I had bought as a present for my sister around her, over her tethered arms and I ordered her to follow me. She defied me, but a leather strap around her neck and a length of rope soon had her picking her way barefoot along the hard baked earthen path towards the town. I went straight to the Bierhaus. “Some cheap wine for my whore, if you please” I ordered “You have a whore?” the Bar Keeper enquired. “From the war, spoils of war,” I explained, “See!” I pulled the smock off her to leave her naked and absolutely furious. “Very good,” the Bartender agreed, “She can work here and we can split the money between us if you like, I am sure she will be very popular.” “Yes that sounds good” I agreed, “how much for a fuck?” “Five Schillings,” he suggesed, “Ten if she takes it up the ass hole?” “No, she is still an ass virgin, she is saving her ass for a special man like you to fuck.” I insisted. “Then I shall waste no time!” he agreed and he swiftly bolted the door and came back grinning with his lederhosen around his ankles and his short fat cock swollen like a knackwurst. “Bend!” I ordered my whore, and I pushed her head down over a table. She almost fell but I held her while the bar tender spat onto her ass to lubricate her and then repeatedly rammed his cock amateur head against her until little by little her tight ass bud slowly opened to accept his cock. She tried to scream but the ball stopped her. No one seemed to recognise me, I did not understand till I realised I had grown a beard since I left. “How much to fuck her mouth?” someone asked. “Not yet but you all may wank and piss over it, it will help keep its skin and hair nice.” I suggested, “For tonight wanking is on the house!” I watched as half a dozen peasants dropped their trews and hauled out their swollen cocks and began wanking. The woman was gasping like a real whore now. It was like she was really enjoying the bartenders cock in her ass or maybe it was her clit against the table edge but her teats were like bullets and moisture was oozing from her cunt and running down her leg and that told its own story. I watched a while as peasant after peasant shot his load. Trails of multi coloured spunk from silver grey to almost white criss crossing her slim ripr lithe body like a giant snail had crawled all over her. In her eyes, in her hair, up her back, on her tits and of course the bartender shot his up her ass. I realised I had tarried too long and quietly slipped out the back way. I was just in time, the guards were aproaching so indian I slipped away towards my fathers house. I stopped part way, found a puddle to use as a mirror and carefully shaved away as much of my beard as I could with my dagger. Finally I went home. I need not have worried. Ten guards had approached the Bierhaus. They hammered on the locked door and when they were let in demanded to know about the bearded stranger and the princess. He put his fingers on them and massaged gently, letting the warmth amateur of his hands begin their job. “Scared you?” asked Adelia, leaning closer. Matt was the first to line up between her thighs and she made no attempt to resist as he guided indian his chubby cock to her pussy and slid in with a satisfied sigh, his hands squeezing her tits and roughly pinching her nipples as he gently thrust in and out. She said nothing but her face begged him to remember she was his child. Still, he managed to snatch the ball and trot back proudly. She was ready to go, but I wanted to take it slow, so she would understand my love for her. How did you uncover such a secret? These strange and naughty impulses filled me. I don't know what happened at the park to flip this lezzie, incestuous switch in me, but I wanted to make love to my twin. We both moaned, wanting each other badly, and he began to nibble at my neck. And I can see how wet my father’s cock is coated by my best friend’s pussy juice. ‘Don’t worry about it.’ Darius told them, and instantly their expressions softened. I rubbed gently along Justina’s clit, feeling the contact become more and more real with every pass of my fingers. She grabs my leash and pulls me behind her as she gets into the van.