Offer the prince something

As wonderful as it feels to be pleasured by the prince, Abbie realizes that her whole reason for being at the palace is to give pleasure, not just receive it. She makes up her mind and sits up. Duncan’s fingers are still stroking her clit, and she allows herself the indulgence of savoring his touch for a few more moments before reaching toward his pants.

Duncan looks at her with amusement as she fumbles to undo his pants. After a few awkward seconds, he comes to her rescue. He opens his pants and pushes them down to his knees.

Abbie thought she was prepared, but when she gets her first look at an erect penis, she almost jumps in fright. The cock that springs out from the prince’s crotch is fully engorged and much longer and thicker than she imagined one could be. “How could something like this even fit inside me?” she wonders, wide-eyed.

Abruptly, she realizes that she is just staring at it and she remembers what she had made up her mind to do. Gingerly, she reaches out and with one finger touches the tip of Duncan’s penis.

“Don’t worry, dear,” says the prince, taking her hand and bringing it fully against his member. “It won’t bite you. I promise.”

Abbie wraps her fingers around the thick cock. She notices so many things at once: the size, the texture, and the heat. She can feel the prince’s heartbeat reverberate through the meaty shaft. She squeezes it gently and looks worriedly into Duncan’s eyes. “Does that hurt?”

He laughs and takes her wrist, guiding her hand in a steady up-and-down motion. “Don’t worry about that, Abbie. You’re doing fine.”

She focuses her attention on his cock. As impossible as it seems for something like that to go into an opening as small as her vagina, Abbie strangely feels compelled by the thought that it could occur. As Duncan strips the clothing off his upper body, she reaches down with her other hand and gingerly examines his balls. She has seen genitalia on farm animals, of course, but to have such intimate contact as this — particularly with a prince of the realm invokes feelings in her she could not have anticipated.

Duncan shifts his position so he is seated and kicks off the rest of his clothing. He leans back, resting on his elbows, watching as Abbie kneels between his legs and continues to experiment with her first handjob. She is so engrossed in the experience that she does not notice the prince’s foot reach between her legs. It isn’t until his big toe makes contact with her pussy that she realizes what he is doing. After the surprise of the moment passes, she moans and rides the waves of pleasure as Duncan expertly rubs her swollen clit with the tip of his big toe.

The stimulation of her clit causes her to imagine that it is Duncan’s cock that is pressing against this most private place of her body. She gazes at the rod in her hand, noting how its head has swollen even more since she started stroking it and how the skin is stretched so much that it is shiny. A small drop of clear liquid emerges from the hole at the tip. As her hand passes over it on the next stroke, it spread over her hand and his cock, lubricating the motion. Duncan seems to approve, because almost every other stroke produces more of the clear, slick fluid until her hand is making a smacking sound as it passes up and down along his cock’s length.

Duncan presses his toe more firmly against her vagina, and Abbie gasps. The sensations assaulting her brain are making it hard for her to think, and she begins to act more out of instinct than anything else. She grinds her pussy against the prince’s foot, moving it in a circle and back and forth, urging maximum contact with his toe that remains tantalizingly just within the entrance to her slit.