Lady Peasant

by Golden Angel

  "Let's go swimming." The mischief in his eyes made her gasp with delight.

  "I don't have any swimming clothes," she protested.

  "So?"

  With one eyebrow arched he began stripping her of the clothes she was wearing, squirming in resistance for a moment she finally laughed as she realized that she'd been planning to have him lick her cunny so he would see her naked anyway that night. Their clothes making a small heap on the shore, hairpins on top of her blouse so that her two brown braids hung down to her waist, Al picked her up and tossed her shrieking into the pool. It was deliciously cool, and her nipples immediately puckered as she broke through the surface, laughing as she brushed water out of her eyes.

  "You brute!" she squealed, splashing water at him as he followed her in a much more sedate way. "What kind of knight throws his lady into a pond?" The water came up to just above her breasts, and they bobbed enticingly in the water, droplets sliding over her curves.

  Laughing he splashed back at her before rushing forward and catching her in his arms.

  "The kind who suspects his lady might really be a naughty wench in need of a good scrubbing." she gasped, mockingly insulted, and pushed his head under the water so that he came up laughing.

  He chased her all over the pool, each time he caught her claiming a quick kiss or a squeeze of her breast or buttock under the water. A few times his fingers slid along the slick surface of her pink cunny and she moaned and shivered in his arms as he let her go again. Not surprisingly, she allowed herself to be caught quite often.

  Finally he caught her up in his arms, her body pressed against his and she could feel his stiffie pressing against her shaved mound, hard and enticing as he walked them out of the pool while they kissed. As he laid her back on her cloak he looked over her glistening form with lustful eyes, his gaze traveling from her excited amber eyes and pouty lips, over the curves of her dewy breasts, and then widened as they finally fell upon her shaved pink mound. In the quickness of everything that had happened before he hadn't noticed and had attributed its smoothness in the pond to the water.

  "What's this?" His voice was filled with excitement and amazement as his fingers traced over her stomach and smooth mound, curving over her inner thigh.

  "Do you like it?" she asked nervously. "Brandy... my friend... said that men like it like this..."

  In response, Al just groaned and let her hand feel his hard pulsing dick, and her eyes went wide as she softly said, "You do like it!"

  "Oh yes." He smiled at her, and then lowered his head to begin licking the clean spring water from her breasts, making her moan and grip his stiffie more tightly. Licking her sweet breasts, his fingers slid over her stomach and rubbed her mound, pressing her hips down against her cloak. He nibbled her pink nipple as her back arched and his fingers slipped into her wet slit, rubbing along the pink lips. Sucking hard on the tender bud in his mouth, he bit down gently, and watched as his Gwennie jerked and moaned, her body awash in pleasure and anticipation.

  With hunger in her amber eyes, she watched as his head began moving down her stomach, licking the droplets of water from her body. Her hand slipped from his dick as he maneuvered himself between her legs, spreading her thighs with his hands as he began sliding his tongue across her shaved smoothness. Sliding his arms under her thighs he began to lick along where her thighs and body met, using his shoulders to lift her legs in the air so that he could reach around and hold her breasts, squeezing as his tongue slid up and down her sweet slit.

  Gwendolyn was moaning passionately as waves of pleasure washed over her body, it was more wonderful than she had ever imagined, his tongue teasing her pink wetness and fingers pinching her hard nipples. Eyes wide, she looked up at the night sky, stars twinkling as they watched her back arch, pressing her dripping cunny into Al's mouth. He sucked on her lips, pressing his tongue between them as her hips moved against his mouth. Making his tongue long and stiff, he began to press it into her virgin hole, pushing it as far in as he could, and Gwendolyn cried out in passion as it entered her body, eliciting amazing sensations in her. She was moaning and thrusting her hips uncontrollably as his tongue wriggled inside her body, her sweet juices coating the insides of her mouth.

  Kneading her breasts with his fingers, he slid his tongue out of her hole and began drinking up the juices that had leaked from her, watching as her body convulsed above him. Flicking her little love button with his tongue, her high wail was music to his ears as he licked it hard. When he sucked the little nub into his mouth, fingers closing down on her aching nipples, Gwendolyn cried out his name, hands grasping the cloak at her sides as she rode out wave after wave of passion, her little love button sending her on a high crashing orgasm as his teeth gently bit down. Her body was shaking, head thrashing back and forth and her voice urgently called out his name, every particle of her being quaking with ecstasy as her love juices flowed into his mouth. Letting her little button slip from his mouth he licked the juices that were flowing from her quivering pussy, her orgasm riding out as he sucked at the tender flesh.

  When she finally came down from that incredible feeling, her eyes were glowing with delight and she pulled his head out from between her eyes, tugging him up on top of her to share sweet kisses. The taste of her own juices filled her mouth as they kissed passionately, the head of his stiffie sliding along her wet slit. It made her moan as it pressed against her sensitive button.

  Al pulled away gasping, and rolled off her.

  "That's too close," he said, his voice hoarse with exertion. "My Lady's chastity must stay intact... and her faithful knight is very close to losing control."

  "In that case," she said as she boldly gripped his shaft, "my faithful knight should be rewarded." Her eyes were twinkling as much as the stars overhead as she leaned down and licked the fluid that was leaking from the head already. It was sweet and sticky on her tongue, and she could taste some of her own wetness on his cockie. Opening her sweet lips she sucked more of him into her mouth, craving the taste of him, wanting to feel him in her throat.

  Al groaned as she bent over him and his hands slid up her thighs to her buttocks. A sudden thought gripped him and he lifted her hips, pulling her over him so that her creamy legs straddled his head. As her mouth slid down to the base of his dick, he moaned and buried his face back into her pussy. Gwendolyn felt a bit of shock as his tongue renewed its assault on her tender folds, she hadn't known that they could pleasure each other at the same time! Moaning around the stiff pole in her mouth she lowered her hips more so that it would be easier for his mouth to reach her pink wetness, and they both suckled and stroked each other's body.

  She loved the curly hair on his legs and ran her fingers over his strong thighs, and even mustered the courage to take the sack that hung beneath his cockie into her hands. It made him shudder as she rolled the sack and the two balls inside it with her fingers, and she squeezed it very gently as her mouth moved over his stiffie. The tongue lapping away at her puss made her shudder with delight as they pleasured each other, reveling in their intimacy and love as they sucked and licked.

  The clearing was filled with ecstatic grunts and moans, sucking noises and wet smacks as they moved together in heady rhythm. Gwendolyn shivered with delight as one of his fingers worked its way into her virgin hole and moaned with disappointment as it met the barrier there. Still, exquisite sensations ran through her body as he pumped the one finger in and out of her tight hole as far as it could go, sucking on her love button all the while. Moaning ecstatically, she pressed her hips down and her mouth pressed against his groin, throat muscles convulsing around his member as she creamed on his face, juices flowing copiously into his mouth. With her throat giving his cockie such a delightful massage and her body quivering so delightfully on top of him, Al thrust his hips up and began to release his white creamy spunk into her mouth as she happily swallowed his load.

  Exhausted, she turned over on top of him and they kissed, gazing at each other adoringly.


  "Have I told you how much I love you, my Gwennie?" he asked, cuddling her in his arms so that her head was nestled on his shoulder.

  "Yes," she giggled. "But I don't mind hearing it... and have I told you how much I love you, Sir Al?"

  "Mmmm.... Yes..." he kissed the top of her head. "But I don't mind hearing it either."

  Cuddling and stroking each other's bodies, they talked softly as the warm summer breeze flowed over their naked and content bodies. Completely happy, the loving couple fell asleep together, only waking when the first rays of light crept over the horizon.

  In a flurry of activity they got dressed, running slightly panicked to the gate where he gave her a quick kiss and then ran off, back into the woods as she ran pell-mell through the streets.

  Fortunately she arrived just after Brandy had woken up to find her mistress still gone and was able to calm and reassure her maid as she got ready for breakfast. Tiredly, rubbing bleary eyes, she stumbled down the stairs, her body and heart light and content, happily thinking of the night spent in Al's arms.

  Upon her arrival at the breakfast table, her father gave her the news that broke her heart.

  Chapter 8

  "CONGRATULATIONS!" roared her father as she descended into the dining room, startling poor tired Gwendolyn. "Your marriage is arranged at last!" The room erupted into cheers as the staff celebrated, no one noticed that Lady Gwendolyn's face had gone dead white - or if they did they attributed it to shocked happiness.

  "My marriage?" she asked her father as he pulled her into his arms for a hug.

  "Yes, dear Gwendolyn," her beaming father and Lord said. "And your good Papa has done very well by you!" Turning to the rest of the staff, he loudly announced, "On Sunsday Gwendolyn shall be married to the Prince! We have a future Queen among us! The day after tomorrow we travel to meet her husband!"

  Sunsday was in only three days time she thought, her mind moving slowly through the shock, pretty amber eyes glazed. Tomorrow would be her last day at home... and her last day with Al...

  Gwendolyn fainted into her father's embrace.

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  Fortunately for Gwendolyn everyone thought that her faint had been due to the shock and joy of hearing her illustrious future and they made much over her as she was tucked into her bed. All around the keep she could hear the sounds of people celebrating, and that night at the dinner table she was pale white with a fixed smile frozen on her face while inside her heart ached unbearably.

  That night she cried herself to sleep in Brandy's arms, head nestled against her maid's soft bosom as the tears fell from her swollen eyes. She sobbed brokenheartedly as she realized that tomorrow would be her last day with Al. That she'd have to say goodbye.

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  It was obvious something was wrong from the very moment that Gwendolyn saw him, because she immediately burst into tears again. With a very concerned look on his face he swept her up in his arms and carried her across the meadow and into the forest as her tears fell on his shoulder. Once they were in the clearing he sat and just held her on his lap until her shaking sobs finally slowed.

  "Gwennie... my Gwennie... my sweet Lady, what's wrong?" His fingers stroked her hair lightly.

  Brokenly, with occasional sobs she began to tell him, "My father... my marriage is now arranged... and we are leaving tomorrow... oh Al!!!!" Her tears renewed as he held her tight, a few tears springing to his own eyes at the sudden end of their stolen time.

  Clinging to each other, they just sat there, the breeze flowing through the trees as they held each other.

  "I still love you Gwennie," he whispered finally. "I will always love you."

  "And I will always love you," she told him. Pulling back she kissed him on the lips, her eyes pink and swollen from cryin., "I have something for you."

  He watched, curious as she pulled a small tub from her skirt pocket and handed it to him. Opening it, he was extremely confused, it was full of grease.

  "I want you..." he looked up at her as she stumbled over her words. "I want you to put your cockie in my bum hole."

  "Gwen!" His voice was shocked as her cheeks blushed hotly.

  "Oh please," she begged, amber eyes looking up at him imploringly. "I'm not a wench, not really, but I love you so Al, and I want you to have something of me... something I will never give my husband, I swear by my love for you... I want you in me and I want you to have me and for me to be yours... we can't have that but we can have something of our own!" she finished furiously.

  "If it's what you really want," he said slowly, and she nodded, braids bobbing. "But Gwen, it will hurt."

  "I don't care," she kissed him passionately. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she confessed her hidden desires. "It's for you, and so I don't care... it'll be just for us, I'll never let my husband ever put his thingie in my mouth or my bum, I promise... it'll be just yours, always yours and mine. Please."

  "Whatever pleases my Lady," he murmured, and kissed her lips, tasting the salt of her tears. Gwendolyn clung to him, their tongues melding as they began to slowly undress each other.

  Their hands caressed each other's bodies, slowly, knowing that it would be for the last time. Teeth nibbled at her breasts, sucking on her pink nipples tenderly, and she moaned into his ear as she held him close. Kissing each other all over, he licked and kissed her pink wetness, bringing her to a sweetly intoxicating orgasm with his tongue before turning her over onto her hands and knees.

  Caressing her firm cheeks, he spread the lard over two of his fingers. Carefully he positioned one in her crack, pressing just the tip against her hole.

  "Are you sure," he asked from behind her.

  Turning her head, amber eyes implored him to love her. "Yes... please Al... for us."

  "As my lady commands." He bent to kiss her back as his finger slid into her tight hole.

  Gwendolyn moaned. Brandy was right, the grease helped a bit but it still felt uncomfortable. Her muscles clenched around the finger as she tried to adjust, wiggling her bum a little. Al pumped the finger in her tight hole, letting her get used to its proportions before sliding the second finger in. She gasped a little as her hole stretched open around his fingers, it burned, but she also felt pleasantly full as his fingers slid slickly in and out of her hole. And it was for him. A thought which sent a warm flush of pleasure through her, making her relax even more - which also made it easier for her to adjust.

  Finally the two fingers pulled out and she turned her pretty face to watch as he spread grease liberally over his very hard cockie, placing the tip of it at her slightly stretched hole.

  Seeing the question in his brown eyes she nodded. "For us, Al... let me reward my knight."

  "As my lady commands," he said and his cockie began to push into her hole. Gwendolyn turned her head back around as her tender bum hole stretched open, burning a little as the head of his stiffie popped in. Gasping a little, she remembered that Brandy had rubbed her nipples. Lowering her upper body while leaving her creamy cheeks high in the air, filled with an inch of her knight’s lance, she leaned her weight onto one forearm while her other hand caressed her breasts. The pleasure she created for herself helped a little as Al began working his stiffie in and out of her bum hole, pressing another inch forward each time. Finally his hips were against her curves and she heaved a sigh of relief. Uncomfortable, burning a little... but not exactly painful. And the fullness of her bum actually felt rather nice.

  Slowly Al pulled back, making her shudder as his length began to slide from her hole and then cry out as he began to push back in, burning a little. Gwendolyn gritted her teeth as she rubbed her breasts, trying to adjust herself to the pain in her bum hole.

  The movements behind her slowed. "Are you all right?"

  Gwendolyn nodded, and then thought for a moment, remembering Brandy and Ned. "Maybe if you rubbed my cunny," she said, blushing as she looked over her shoulder, amber eyes wide and face an innocent contrast to the rather dirty word
s coming out of her mouth. "And... rubbed my love button."

  Al groaned with lust at the incongruity of her angelic face and wenchish vocabulary, and his hand willingly went around her thigh to bury his fingers in her warm wetness, rubbing his thumb across her little love button. Gwendolyn moaned with pleasure as his hand rubbed her, the pain in her bum seeping away as he teased her wet flesh, even the fullness of her tight hole starting to feel good. Sensing that the invasion was no longer painful, Al began to thrust in and out of her tight hole, giving himself over to the intimacy and wonder of the moment, cherishing her for this last gift to him. It filled him with gladness to know that he would have something of her that her husband never would and the wetness that was starting to cover his hand let him know that she was enjoying it too - an even greater gift.

  He began to move faster and harder as Gwendolyn moaned and began pushing back against him, tingles of ecstasy running through her dripping cunny, her nipples burning as she played with them. Biting her lip, she could feel him getting bigger and harder in her bum hole, really riding her hard from behind, and as his cockie began to pulse and twitch in her tight hole, she let out a wordless cry of pleasure as his fingers rolled her little love button and made her cream. Behind her Al was moaning in ecstatic pleasure as his spunk shot into her dark hole, filling her bum up with creamy juices.

  Slowly his stiffie began to shrink inside her hole and he pulled it out with a small plop. Silently they went to the water where they bathed each other and kissed, caressing. The rest of the day was spent just murmuring loving words as they cuddled under the sun, stroking each other's bodies and pretending that the day would last forever in their little haven.

  When he finally had to take her back to the gate they clung together, lips not wanting to part. Walking away from him down the street was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do, and she constantly turned back to see him standing there, watching her. Finally she turned one last time and waved to him before entering the walls of the keep, bitter sobs swelling in her chest.