She saw his stunning kuk was fully awake, and said, “Your maiden would not protest if that was his majesty’s desire.” She opened her legs. “The softness between my thighs belongs to you.” She’d never wanted to be fucked by anyone so much in her life. She was ready and would have been honored if he was her first.
His face changed almost imperceptibly and she knew at that moment it wasn’t going to happen. “Come here, honey,” he said. “Sit next to me.”
Lilly was embarrassed and confused so she tried again. Flaying her fitta open, she said, “Why don’t you come down here?” She pooched out her lower lip and batted her eyes. Her heart sank when he slowly shook his head. His kuk began to soften.
He offered his hand and she took it. His eyes were glimmering as he pulled her to her feet. “This is not how your first time should be, Lilly.”
She harrumphed. “How do you know?”
“Well, I don’t, I suppose. But how about this: It’s not how I want your first time to be.”
“Don’t you want to have sex with me?” Now she did sit down next to him. He’d hurt her feelings.
“Of course I do. You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever known, both inside and out.”
“I’m ready.” Thinking for a moment, she tried another approach. “I can have sex and won’t become pregnant. I’m on birth control.”
“That’s good to know,” he waved his hand dismissively. “But I’m not worried about getting you pregnant. I want you to think about this afternoon. Is this what you want?”
“I enjoyed it,” she said. And she genuinely meant it. “I love my king’s essence.”
He smiled. “That’s as it should be. But is my taking you in this pool house the moment you want to remember the rest of your life?”
She looked around at the silly pool toys and saw his point. As if reading her mind, he said, “This house is rented to every museum director that comes through San Francisco.” He spread his hands. “How many people have had sex in this room?”
It offered everything a young person could ask for in a fuck-pad: It was private. “A lot, probably.”
Chuckling, he asked, “How many times do you think Louise has had sex in this room?”
A sad grin formed. “A lot.” She knew this because she and Cassy had watched Louise get fucked by a guy on this very daybed.
“Exactly. This isn’t the place, is it?”
Lilly shrugged. It could have been the place. She took hold of his softened kuk and gently flopped it against his thigh. The moment was long gone and this made her sad. A few seconds ago she imagined him bending her over the couch and slipping his cock inside her.
He said, “This is not the right moment and you will know without a doubt when that moment arrives.”
“I suppose.” She looked out the window at the Vatspalts and then at him and he hugged her tightly then kissed her on the cheek. He attempted to pull away and she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his and he returned her passion with his own. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths for a few moments and then he did pull away.
“Now let’s get back outside. My sister is probably pissed that we’ve been gone so long.”
When they exited the pool house a few minutes later, Lilly’s upper body was striped like a zebra, her breasts and bottom rosey, her mons was flushed and her lower lips were loose. They were both smiling and no one had to ask what they’d been up to.
Having handed the pile of towels to Momma, Lilly flopped back face-up on the lounge chair with her legs open. Uncle Lars spent the next hour slowly rubbing suntan lotion over her body. Working his hands over her mons, he said quietly, “Your king is most pleased.”
“Why is that, your Highness?” And then she purred as Uncle Lars slipped two fingers inside her special place.
“The softness between your thighs still gapes from my punishment.”
“I know,” she said. She wished it seeped with his seed, but that hadn’t happened. “It belongs to you and you may do with it what you desire.” Placing her hand over his, she prevented him from pulling out. He didn’t object and used his free hand to massage her breasts, while slowly pummeling her pussy.
After a few minutes, Lilly began to moan and that caught the attention of her second family. The Vatspalts wandered over and stood around the lounge chair.
Momma said, “Lilly, take Daddy’s penis in your hand.
Lilly looked up sleepily to see Daddy’s beautiful dick poised above her. It was rock hard and she grinned at him as she took it in her hand. The weight of it felt right. Using her thumb, she pushed and fiddled with the thick purple head, giggling when a pearlescent drop oozed from the tip and fell upon her shoulder. She had begun stroking him when Erik said, “Here’s mine.”
Turning, she saw Erik stood to the side of her lounge chair, opposite Daddy. His dick looked delicious and she licked her lips when she took it in her hand.
Between her legs, Uncle Lars rubbed her pink button and she squirmed on the lounge chair. Cassy and Louise took a seat on each side of Lilly and gently pulled her knees open. Lilly sighed when each ‘sister’ took a nipple into their mouth. Their soft, warm tongues lapped at her sore nubs and suckled against her strawberry crowns. She moaned when Uncle Lars slipped a third finger inside her hovel and began a slow, screwing drive up to the third knuckle. She jacked off Erik and Daddy and smiled up at Momma as the older woman stroked Lilly’s hair and looked on with love in her eyes. “You’re a good girl, Lilly,” she said.
“Thank you, Momma.” Then Lilly squealed because Erik and Daddy climaxed, their warm, gooey essence splashing across her face and tits. Their release caused her release, and she sighed when her body went limp with exhaustion.
As she had done on the yacht, Momma used her fingers to push the come on Lilly’s wet face into her mouth. Lilly swallowed like a greedy street urchin. It tasted delicious.
Her sisters went to work on cleaning Lilly’s breasts, gently licking and sucking the sticky extract from her flesh, paying particular attention to her nipples. When her breasts were pristine, Momma examined them and nodded. The sun had fallen behind the trees encircling the yard and the shadows had grown long.
Their cocks drained, the Vatspalt men each kissed Lilly on the cheek and wandered away, following Momma into the house. Lilly, Cassy and Louise lazed on the lounge chairs until the coolness of the evening eventually drove them inside as well.
Lars went home to Sweden and Lilly was sad to see him go. They didn’t make the trips to San Francisco any longer but she still spent as much time with Cassy and her family as possible.
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