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Exine 9
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© September 1991 Exine D'Marillion
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The following contains sexually explicit material and should only
be read by an open minded adult over 21. If you're not, kindly go
back to DOS, erase this and forget you ever saw it.
Thank you!
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THE SEXUAL ADVENTURES OF EXINE
VOLUME 9
"DREAMIN' IS FREE"
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Exine was so tired her mind was drifting in and out of
consciousness as she was watching television. She was trying to
stay up to talk to Derek who was supposed to have stopped by over
two hours ago. She tried to concentrate on the movie flickering
on the screen before her. It wasn't what she was watching
earlier. Must have fallen asleep. A knight was standing before a
castle ready to run in and claim the grail. He was tall, blonde
and oh so wonderfully strong looking. He can suck me anytime she
thought wearily. He pulled his sword forward and with his armies
charged the huge door. Wood, steel, and human bodies collided
into each other as her eyes getting heavier and heavier until
they clamped shut. As the blue light of the tv spilled over her
body and the screen showed the battle, her brain was overflowing
with images in her deep sleep......
"Milady, you've dropped this a few steps back," a deep voice
said from behind her. Exine looked down at the rustic costume
draped over her body. Her dress was as rough as burlap with only
a cotton tunic under it. She turned around to see the knight
standing behind her with his very powerful looking horse. He was
holding a small leather bag with a string out to her. She walked
over and took it gingerly from him.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"No, Milady, thank you. You are a very beautiful woman. Do
you work in the castle of the King?" She looked to where he was
pointing. There was a huge castle standing under cloudy skies and
a distant rumble was coming closer.
"Yes, I do." She wasn't sure if she really did, but
something seemed so familiar about all this. Then she remembered.
She did work in the castle. She was part of the kitchen crew for
the king.
"Milady, the storm is brewing from the south. The castle is
a long walk, could I be so honored that you would ride with me to
the doors? The rains will be coming and you'll get very wet." She
thought lustfully to herself,"Mister, I'm already soaked." He
turned and mounted his steed, a huge animal rippling with muscle
to carry the weight of a armoured knight. He held his hand down
to help her. Surprisingly with ease, she lifted herself onto the
animal with his help. His armour was cold in the stormy air, but
as she held her body next to his all she could feel was the heat
of emotion radiating from him. They made the castle just in time
before the torrential downpour hit, rocking the stone building
with its fury. A large woman was yelling at her for being late
and for almost being lost in the rain. She was in a blur. She
heard a familiar name.....Lancelot.
"What," she asked.
"Missy, what is the likes of you riding with Sir Lancelot?
If the king hears about this...well, I suppose the king has
better things on his mind. Get in this kitchen and let's get
dinner served to the court before it's too late." She was ushered
in a large room with over a dozen large cooking pots and scads of
culinary tools hanging overhead and sorted on tables. She was
given two large metal pitchers of wine to be served at once.
Taking them with another girl, they went into the dining room.
All the knights and the king and queen sat at the large round
table with the rest of the court at smaller tables around the
room. Her eyes darted for the knight she rode with, but he was no
where to be found. She poured wine and smiled at each knight. A
few locked eyes with her, lust openly conveying their message,
but most ignored her as one of the servants. Then, she found him
and poured his wine. He stared into her eyes as she focused on
the wine. She looked back and winked. He broke out in laughter
and the whole court went silent. The king chastised him for
disrespect and the queen glared at Exine.
"So old Guinivere really did fuck Lancelot," she thought to
herself. "I could have fun with this." All through the rest of
the meal she made sure she served him almost to the point that
the queen was furious with rage. On purpose, Exine dropped his
goblet as she was pouring wine. It rolled lopsidedly under the
table. She scrambled to the floor on her hands and knees and very
quickly ended up between his legs. The knights were in very
simple clothes after taking their armour off. Knowing her time
was precious she quickly slipped his hardening cock out of his
loose pants and kissed the head before she found the goblet and
popped back up.
"This wench is a disgrace," the queen screamed.
"Yeah, off with my head," Exine muttered half expecting the
white rabbit to be running by. The king clapped his hands
together and the court was once again silenced. In a booming
voice, he dismissed the other members of court since dinner was
ended. He then dismissed the queen who left screaming at him. He
then dismissed the servants, except Exine, and called her
forward. She walked forward, bowing her head and stood before
him. She then knelt before him, awaiting his booming voice and
then got a wickedly delicious thought. Under his robe, he was
wearing the same loose garments. In front of the knights and the
crackling fires of the hearths, she pulled out his royal cock and
kissed and licked it. In no time, it was full, hard and ready to
fuck and he didn't push her way like she almost expected. There
was a murmur among the knights as they watched the king getting
head from the servant girl. Her tongue ran down the length of his
cock feeling every vein, every texture until she came to the
coarse hair covering his balls. She gently sucked them into her
mouth as she stroked his cock. His fingers were holding her head
in place as she tasted the sweat that collected from the day's
toil. His balls smelled like they were resting on a horse all day
but it was also incredibly sexy. Her snatch was oozing as she was
fondling and sucking this huge cock. She reached down and pulled
up her simple dress and tunic revealing her naked body. The king
practically fell back into his chair in shock. She took the
advantage and climbed up onto his lap, sinking his sticky cock
into her slick pussy with ease. The other men watched in muffled
amazement as she held onto the arms of the chair, raising and
lowering her body onto his. Her moans of pleasure were the only
thing audible as everything was eerily still in the room. Her wet
pussy sucked and grabbed his cock with everything it had while
the king closed his eyes, enjoying the attention. She jumped up
and changed position so that she was facing all the knights as
she was fucking him. They watched as she openly grabbed her own
breast, pulling on the nipple and watched his cock disappear into
the triangle of hair between her pale creamy thighs. She watched
through half open eyes as more than one knight wrapped a hand
around their own cock, taking in the show. Some stroked slowly,
in the same time as her fucking as others pounded furiously
wanting to release their pent up frustrations. Between her legs,
hot liquid sprayed her thighs as the king came. Promptly, his
cock became limp falling against his belly. She stepped down onto
the floor and then crawled up onto the table and laid down,
spreading her cum sprayed thighs for the knight of her choosing.
He hadn't pulled out his cock, but as he stood up, his pants were
rigidly tented. He looked over to the king for perhaps,
permission. The king waved his hand saying silently,"Whatever."
Lancelot pulled her by her legs to bring her closer him. She was
touching her clit, poking a finger in her wet hole and bringing
it up to tease him. His face pressed against her pussy and lapped
at her juices like a thirsty dog. His tongue ravaged her pussy as
he roughly thrust it up into her hole, sucking out the cum that
had started to drip out of her. She ground her hips into his face
without realizing it. Another knight crawled up onto the huge
table and grabbed one of her full breasts and started sucking the
nipple hard and viciously. It hurt at first, but the short waves
of pain ebbed into deeper waves of lust. His wiry beard ripped
into her skin but that also felt erotic. After his version of
foreplay, he fumbled up onto his knees pulling out his wet stump
of a cock. She could tell, he already came from the impending
excitement but still expected her to suck it. She took it between
her lips and licked gingerly. He moaned and pulled her head up
roughly. Enough with the nice stuff, she thought. She leaned back
onto an elbow and gave him the same treatment. It took him by
surprise to have such an aggressive woman. She nipped at his
balls and bit at the underside of his cock. She sucked his cock
into her the back of her throat. When she felt like giving up,
she realized that finally some life actually was breathed into
his "sword". Lancelot was already on table inserting his much
nicer, larger cock into her wet hole. This other knight wasn't
one to give up and decided instead to fuck her mouth. She moaned
out loud as Lancelot's cock slid up against her womb. The other
knight gasped and came, the vibration of her moan was all he
could take against his cock. The thick dribble of liquid slid
down into her and he rolled off the table and into a chair to
watch them. Lancelot slowly fucked her as the audience gathered
closer to watch. "Cheap entertainment," she thought and wondered
what year the first porno flick came out. His hands clamped onto
her waist pulling her onto him, ramming his cock deeper than she
thought possible. Just as she was nearing the first feelings of
an orgasm, he came first. She could feel him twitch inside her
and he withdrew his magnificent organ. Not to be outdone, another
knight stepped forward, his hand was stroking his cock to keep it
in readiness. She sat up and brought her body closer to him. Her
legs dangled off the table and she looked up into his eyes
looking for some emotion. He offered none. He picked up a stray
goblet holding a deep burgundy coloured wine and tossed the wine
onto her, sneering at her. It dripped from her hair and into her
eyes, burning them. She screamed and went for him. He only
laughed and pulled her to him holding her with an iron grip. His
cock was buried deep in her bush, as though he planned the
choreography of the situation. He pulled her hair tightly and
forced her down on the table. The king clapped his hands loudly.
The dark knight looked over as though his ruler had no right to
intrude. He released her hair from his grip and the king nodded
and motioned for him to continue. Aha, chivalry lives, she
thought. His long, thin cock was more of a weapon than an
instrument for love. He rammed it into her, so unlike the
calculated strokes of Lancelot. It was starting to hurt a little
when he finally pulled it out and straddled her hips. With his
hand he stroked himself, closing his eyes taking his mind away
from her looks. Almost in slow motion, she watched the stream of
cum spurt onto her belly, tits and neck in several releases. She
mindlessly rubbed it into her skin like a secret elixir. He
shrugged at her, maybe never seeing something so bizarre to him,
as he stepped off the table. She looked over to the king who was
taking it all in. He sat in his chair which was noticably larger
than the others holding a long wand with his right hand. It
looked more like a walking stick but as she looked, it was a
polished dark wood with a small ornament at the top of it. What
was going through her head would have brought death to any other
maiden. But the king must have been exceptionally horny to have
watched what continued. She demurely came from the table and
walked over to him and ran her hand along the stick. The ornament
at the top of it was a polished stone, carved with the image of a
king from another era. She leaned against the wand, running her
fingers up and down it and rubbing her crotch against it.
Cautiously, she took it from his loose grasp and took it back to
the table. Some of the knights gasped. The stick was very light,
except for the end with the stone. She knelt on the table,
sliding the wand against her dripping snatch. The stick shone in
the firelight with her juices. She laid back on the table, with
her legs bent behind her and in a trance like state as they
watched, took the top of it and slid it into her. She made
animalistic sounds as the cool stone came in contact with her
sizzling flesh inside her cunt. It produced the first quiver of
an orgasm but not enough to get her off. She grasped it with a
hand like an enormous cock and picked up the pace, pushing it in
and out. Her other hand fingered her clit vigorously. Finally,
she felt her cunt grab onto the stone as a hard orgasm hit. Her
head knocked on the table and she fell into a whirlpool of
sounds.....
As she woke up, another movie was on television. It was cable's
version of soft porn. "I just had a better dream than this," she
said as she got up to turn it off. Her legs were wobbly, she
assumed from sitting in the chair. She pulled the oversized T-
shirt down over her ass and felt wetness. Between her thighs was
coated with milky liquid, like remembered it felt when she got
off with a gang bang once. The smell of sex was strong and
pungent and it wasn't her own juices she was smelling. She
wondered if Derek came home and took her while she was asleep in
the chair. "Oh, girl, you'd go crazy if you didn't think
rationally," she said aloud.
"What," Derek asked as he stepped in the door at the end of
her sentence. She walked over and kissed him.
"Sorry, I'm late, but I just was able to break away. You want to
just skip dancing and go right to bed. I promise some good sex in
the morning. But right now I'm just so damn tired."
"This is the first you're coming in," she asked.
"Yeah, I said I was sorry, what more do you want," he was
starting to get testy but then saw the confusion on her face.
"What's up, babe."
"Oh, nothing, I was just having some strange dreams," she
answered. She shook her head and went to the bathroom to quickly
wash up. Her pussy ached from the sex she had....dreamed?
Her head was swimming in thought as she went into the
bedroom. Derek held her close as she went down, back down through
the whirlpool in her mind.....
She looked around her. She was in a strange room laying on a
wooden table. A breeze crossed over her back giving her a slight
chill and reminding her that she was naked. A hooded figure came
in carrying a torch and placed it in a wall receptable. The room
was given an eerie glow. He came over to the table carrying two
vials of coloured liquid. She wanted to roll over and ask him who
he was but her arms and legs were restrained with leather straps.
Her heart started beating a little faster in fear and lust. He
brought the vials to the table and opened them. She saw him out
of the corner of her eye open one and then she felt a warm thick
liquid on her back. It was some kind of oil and he started
massaging it into her back. His large hands contoured to her back
as they moved up and down. It was very hypnotic and she felt
woozy as the perfumes in the oil reached her nose. It was a spicy
fragrance. His hands had moved lower, to the small of her back.
One hand moved even lower to her ass and started working the oil
into the crack of her ass. A finger slid down to her asshole and
up again to the top of her crack. She closed her eyes to
thoroughly enjoy the experience. The finger traced the line to
her asshole again, this time allowing slight penetration. It
popped out again. She breathed deeply, wondering what the next
move was going to be. Her fingernails dug into the wooden table
as the knotty finger slid all the way inside her simulating that
it was fucking her ass. Her breathing was uneven and she was
grinding her pussy into the table with ecstasy. She felt the
cloth of his garment as he leaned over her body closer. She cried
out as she felt a wet tongue dig into her lubricated asshole. It
stabbed quickly into her ass. Her pussy was dripping wet and
begging for some fucking also. Then as if he could read her
thoughts, as he was eating her ass, fingers moved slowly, as
though feeling every groove and crevice, to her wet snatch. Her
pussy grabbed hungrily on the finger wanting to hold onto it. But
it moved around her hole, teasing her, waiting for her to beg.
Without warning three fingers were shoved easily into her cunt,
she moved as easily as was possible to get the hand to go deeper
inside her. It slipped out and pinched her clit softly.
"Please, please fuck me," she whimpered. "I can't take it
anymore. Just do it." But she was being ignored. He was taking
his sweet old time to do whatever the fuck he wanted. This time,
four fingers were inserted into her pussy, stretching it. There
was a slight pain, but it was a good pain. She imagined a huge
cock trying to work its way into her as his hand fucked her. Her
hips bucked wildly onto his hand, the friction of the table
against her nipples and belly adding to the excitement. Her cunt
was squeezing his hand tightly against her own will. Feeling her
orgasm coming, he had leaned over her and stuck his tongue deep
in her ass. She screamed in passion, fucking his hand wildly like
an animal in heat. Her heart felt like it was going to jump out
of her chest.....
The morning was creeping in her window with early dawn. Her
hair was matted and she felt slick with oil. "Not this again,"
she thought and she jumped in the shower before Derek woke up.
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