Time to Ride ‘the Horse’

If Adella had been able to see the look on her face at that moment, it might have frightened her. The look was not that of a poised, restrained, proper princess. Instead, she had the wicked gleam of a wanton woman who desired only one thing.

With her hand firmly wrapped around Horace’s spit-covered phallus, she rises to her feet. In a husky voice, she says, “I understand they call you ‘Horse.’”

Horace nods, open-mouthed.

A wide grin forms on her face as she deliberately backs up toward the bed, guiding the young man by tugging on his shaft. “I love to ride horses,” she says, in more of a growl than a feminine voice. “I want to ride this horse. Right now.” She gives his cock a squeeze to emphasize her intent.

Horace obligingly follows her lead. When they get to the edge of his bed, he bends down to kiss her. Adella reaches up and places her hands on both sides of his face, as if to join in the kiss. At the last moment, she abruptly turns and pushes Horace toward the bed, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto his back.

Sparing only a moment to take in the sight of the startled stableboy with his massive member pointing straight toward the ceiling, Adella pounces on him in an instant. With both hands on his shoulders, she bores into his eyes with a look of such primal intensity that Horace momentarily wonders if her intent is to eat him, rather than screw him.

Adella lowers her cunt onto Horace’s shaft. His size makes it easy to locate without having to turn to look, but it is the size that hinders her doing more without the use of her hands. Relinquishing her nail-digging grip on his shoulders, she reaches behind her and grasps the thick cock. Lining it up and holding it in place, she eases it into her wet, throbbing pussy.

Waves of unbridled lust roll over her as she savors the sensation of only the second time a man has entered her. And this time it is so much different from the first. That time it was against her will, as she was savagely violated by an inhuman beast. This time, she is in control, and is intentionally taking the object of her desire.

Horace breaks his silence with a low moan. Because of his endowment, he is used to his cock being a tight fit during sex, but this near-virginal princess’s pussy makes such a small opening into her love canal that he is amazed that she is not crying out in pain. He feels her tight, hot, wet muscles slowly envelop his throbbing schlong. She does not cry out in pain, but the process is so maddeningly slow that he fears he will cum inside her before he is even one-third of the way into her velvety cavern.

Adella feels such fullness between her legs as she works Horace’s enormous member ever deeper inside. Tegan’s violent violation of her virtue may have robbed her of her virginity, but it also shredded her hymen, so she is spared any additional discomfort that might otherwise have been caused by Horace’s entry into her womanhood.

At times she fears that she will not be able to bear his meaty rod. He is so thick and so long that she fears he will rip her opening beyond its limits. By going slowly, however, and breathing deeply, she finds she can relax her cunt enough to receive yet another inch... and then another... and then another....

Horace senses just how tenuous this insertion is, and he fights with all of his will power to resist the urge to begin thrusting upward, driving his dick hard against any resistance. He bites his bottom lip, drawing blood, as he concentrates and allows his body to submit to the Princess Royal.

Despite the occasional sharp pains that shoot through Adella’s loins as muscles that are unaccustomed to such stretching are pushed to their limits, she feels other sensations as well. Tendrils of pleasure emanate from between her legs and reach through her entire body. As yet another thick vein grinds against her swollen clit, she feels a warm, steadily-building thrumming of passion pass throughout her body to the point where even her fingernails seem to pulse with indescribable pleasure.

“Oh... my.... fuck!!!!” gasps Horace, as the princess makes her way half-way down his shaft. She had already taken in more of him than many experienced women have been able to manage, but if the look of determination on her face was any indication, she had no intention of stopping there.

Adella lets her eyes wander over the body of the young man as she continues to ease her way onto his prick. His young, firm, muscular body would have made him a desirable bedfellow, even if he had not been blessed with such an impressive piece of manhood. She sends her fingers over his chest, exploring the curves of his muscles, and playing with his hard, tiny nipples. They feel so different from hers, which, while quite hard, are significantly larger and protrude outward, as if her breasts are being inflated by the heavy log that is penetrating between her legs.

She runs her finger over the light patch of hair on Horace’s chest before reaching up and stroking his face. Yes, he is clearly as dumb as a box of hammers, but his blue eyes and light stubble on his chin make him look so adoreable at that moment that she throws caution to the wind and drives herself down hard on his cock, eliciting a cry of, “Oh damn! Oh fuck! Oh shit!” from the lust-filled laborer.

She has not quite managed to take all of his manhood into her, but she is quite ready to start doing something more than mere downward motion. With her weight on her knees, she lifts herself a few inches upward, feeling a whole new wave of pleasure at the sensation of Horace’s cock retreating from its conquest. Relaxing her leg muscles, she lowers herself again, welcoming the return of his engorged cockhead deep into her chasm.

Again and again she does this, each time delighting in the alternating bliss of the fullness and vacuousness of her sensitive pussy.

Horace’s vocalizations have not varied much since he started exclaiming, “Oh fuck!” Adella didn’t really come here for conversation, any way. Having gotten what she wanted, she lowers her face to his and kisses him, cutting off further exclamations. His tongue against hers only serves to complement the exquisite sensation of the steady thrusts he is making into her willing cunt.

The orgasm that takes hold of her comes quite unexpectedly and powerfully. Her body convulses with such intensity that she nearly bites Horace’s tongue clean off. Her cunt, already stretched to its limits, contracts powerfully around Horaces’s shaft, triggering a moan from him that rumbles through his muscular chest.

Adella holds this position and rocks back and forth, still impaled by the stableboy’s log. After nearly a minute, she realizes that she has forgotten to breathe, and sucks in air in hungry, **** gasps.

Her pussy is so sensitive, and Horace’s cock is so thick that she can feel his heartbeat pulsing through is cock against the sensitive walls of her cunt. Feeling physically drained, but still not sexually satiated, she leaves his rod deep inside her and takes hold of his sides as she rolls over onto her back, allowing him to take position on top.

She looks up into his feverish face and strokes his sweaty brow. “You’re going to fuck me now, Horace,” she says, in a sweet voice that still carries the commanding presence of a princess. “You’re going to ram that hard monster of yours into me and keep doing it until we both cum. Do you understand?”

Horace nods and at once begins obeying the royal command. With her cunt fully lubricated by the flowing juices of her orgasm, aided by the slick precum that is flowing out of Horace’s engorged prick, the repeated penetration is significantly easier now than at the beginning.

The burly young man takes a few measured, steady strokes, testing Adella’s comfort level. She reaches up and takes a handful of his hair and glares at him. “I said you are going to fuck me, Horace. That means that you FUCK me, do you understand. I want you to use that beautiful cock of yours like you mean it and rip into me hard!”

What her command lacks in terms of royal propriety, it more than makes up for with its clarity and its animal-like intensity. Horace immediately obeys and drives his shaft hard into the princess’s tight slit. With each thrust he goes a bit further than before, and before long, he is balls deep into her — something he has achieved with only a handful of experienced lovers.

Adella’s moan grows into a growl and finally a scream. Horace looks at her with alarm, wondering if he has hurt her, but she takes hold of his hair with both fists and urges him to continue with his furious, relentless pounding.

The orgasm she just experienced is still causing her body to tingle, but she feels yet another one building. If the last one was powerful, she can tell that this one is going to be truly mind-blowing. She releases her hold on Horace and takes hold of the bedcovers. She knows that if her hands have any contact with the young man when this orgasm hits, she will certainly draw blood.

She savors the building climax, feeling it grow and rumble like a powerful thunderstorm. At the same time, she feels a change in Horace’s body. The rhythm of his thrusts grows faster and more erratic. His breath is coming in short, rapid gasps. She feels his cockhead impossibly become more engorged.

It is the powerful explosion of the stableboy’s cum inside of her that releases the pent-up eruption of her own passion. She cries out so loudly that if she had been in the palace, she certainly would have found herself suddenly surrounded by a dozen palace guards, rushing to protect her from an assailant. Horace’s body is racked by convulsions as the huge pole unloads a relentless flood of his spunk inside her. Like a hungry animal, her cunt spasms and seems to suck up every drop as it milks his shaft, begging for even more.

The young couple lay together, intertwined, with Adella still impaled by the young man’s penis, both of them marveling at the powerful intensity and deep pleasure that they have both just experienced. When Adella trusts herself enough to release the hold on the sheets, she cradles Horace, caressing his muscular back and ass as he slowly regains control of his breathing. She looks up at the crude, simple ceiling of his quarters, and ponders what just happened.