Through a quirk of fate, and with the help of an ancient mirror, a modern-day New Jersey housewife finds herself switching places with a peasant girl from 1200 years ago. After she deflowers the girl's innocent suitor, she and her best friend are captured by barbarians. Our intrepid housewife-turned-slave finds herself on the edge of life-long sexual servitude for the angry horde, but volunteers to be the personal concubine of the barbarian King himself!
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WARNING: sexually explicit
So Guntar waved to me, and I waved back. I never met this boy before, but I knew everything about him. He was a year older than me. He had been courting me for a while. He really, really wanted to have sex with me, but we hadn't. "Why the fuck not?" I thought. He's a good-looking kid, this Guntar. Oh, Shayna! Shit was about to change.
He starts talking to me when he gets close to me. Idle chit-chat. But you know what? I don't feel like talking. I want to fuck! So I pulled him into the woods and I shoved him up against a tree. He surprised, because Shayna– well, Shayna wasn't quite that kind of girl. And I guess I'm not, anymore. But when I was nineteen…?
When in Rome…
And Shayna? Well, in her mind she may not have wanted it, but her pussy sure did. I was wet as the bottom of the ocean down there. So when I shoved Guntar up against the tree, I pressed my lips to his and grabbed his cock at the same time. He was shocked as shit, I tell you! It was the briefest of seconds before he parted his lips, and shoved his tongue back into my mouth. We played a little tonsil hockey, as I felt his shaft grow in my hand. He had a nice hunk of meat, I tell you.
He started tugging at my…tunic. That's kind of a weird word. He's grabbing at my tits, and my nipples were hard as rocks. I let go of his cock for a second, just to help him get my shirt off. I figured I'd help things out, so I grabbed in his drawers and pulled them down. Oh, it was very lovely down there.
Hard as a rock, a good 8 inches long, and uncut. It's little pinkish head sticking out from the foreskin, dripping precum. I grabbed the thick shaft with my hand, stuck out my tongue and slurped it up. He was a little shocked, to say the least. I found out later that people didn't really do oral sex at this time. Well, most people didn't. More about that later…
He may have been shocked, but Guntar wasn't exactly objecting, either. So I thought I'd give him a quick little blowie – you know, to get things started? I get to about the third bob down with my head, and he moans and groans, and I feel the thing get thick in my hand. "Oh, shit," I think. This boy is gonna blow! And he did. With a shudder and a loud grunt, he shot a massive load into my mouth. It kept coming and coming. Don't tell my husband, but I have an oral fixation. I really like giving blow jobs. I just get tired of the same old, lazy dick.
His come was nice and sweet. Probably because preservatives hadn't been invented yet. No GMOs, none of that shit. But it had that familiar salty taste to it, and I slurped it on down. When he was able to catch his breath, he turned beet red with embarrassment. That's something you don't get from guys in the twenty-first century when they come too soon, an apology. But I get it, Shayna was a bit of a cock-tease.