The Summons to the Prince.

You hurry up the cavernous hall toward Prince Timothy. You begin to think about Prince Timothy. When you arrived at court, you were young. Circumstances of your life up to that point led you to court to stay, and the King and Queen were gracious to let you live there amoung servants and courtiers alike.

You remember when Prince Timothy was born more than 18 summers ago , you were young enough to be his playmate, but old enough to help his nursemaid. You always saw your role to be that of an older sister, watching your funny little brother grow up and stepping in to help him learn when needed. You were inseparable, always climbing trees, playing hide and seek throughout the castle, taking long naps after fine meals in the hall or picnics on a summer's day. When the Queen passed on, the court became more protective of him, but that was hardly the start of your estrangement from your longtime friend. When you started your apprenticeship in earnest it took away your time together as well, that probably explains his discomfort at the feast tonight! He most likely summoned you to tell you how well you did, and how much he misses you. Well, you miss your 'little brother' too, and you'll tell him so, if he'll allow it, he is the Prince. You mustn't forget that and act with too
much familiarity!

You continue down the corridor, your mind filled with fond memories, and then are returned to reality as you reach the door to his chamber. Taking a breath and smiling, you knock three times quickly, then a pause before knocking slowly thrice more (your secret knock) and wait for his reply. There is little mirth in his expression as he throws the door open to you and stands before you in his nightrobe.
"Come in, please..." He says, his expression uncomfortable much like it had been at the feast. Without his fineries as he had worn in the Hall, he seems quite young. 'His voice had just begun to crack this past spring', you think wistfully.
"Tim-" you catch yourself "-Prince Timothy" You say instead, and affect a low bow.
"Please, Sarah, stand." He says, his voice small.
"I am glad you summoned me!" You tell him. "I believe I know what you wish to say!" You expell, quite excitedly.
"You...do?" He says, seeming to relax, but beginning to flush with color, his blue eyes wide, scanning you.
"I've been thinking much the same thing, and this meeting tonight is long overdue!" You say, becoming relaxed and comfortable like you used to be with him. You confidently stride across the room, looking at his new clothes and trinkets laid out on his table.

"Well, that's very good. Good indeed!" He says after you. "You were magnificent tonight!" He says, excitement filling his words. You stride back past him, your yellow tights clinging to your toned bottom and thighs. You begin to think about how much fun the two of you used to have, sleeping in his bed, playing at tenting, or pretending to be in a dark forest on a great hunt. You hop onto his bed joyfully, flipping in a sommersault across the blanket and landing on the other side, sitting on the edge, you set your elbows on your knees. The bright red vest which serves to hold your bosom tight while you perform your tumbling now pushes your breasts together in all their sweaty glory. Your mentor had the garment specially made to help you do your act without jiggling or being pulled off-balance. It's made of stiff cloth and leather, it has colorful bows tying it on, and at present it is more like a lacy frame for your cleavage. Not that you'd notice something like that with Timothy in mind, you don't really understand why he's being so fidgetty.

"Well." He says. "I'm glad you are so...relaxed...about this, I feel I have something worth giving you, and you'll really like it..." He's still flushed in his cheeks, so cute in his sleeping gown, his dishwater blonde hair disheveled...
"You do!?" You say excitedly, thinking back to the little treasure hunts about the castle, he was never as good as you about hiding the jewels or toys, his hiding places were so obvious.
"I'm sure I'll love it, but I'll have to ferret it out, will I?"You start to scan the room, knowing it's under the bed, whatever it is.
"Oh, yes, Indeed! If you will, I will enjoy it so very much!" He almost shouts, very excited about something, he must've really missed your games together!
"I think I can give it all to you, without keeping anything back. I'm told it is impressive from some who have seen it, there have been a few, I must tell you." He says, a bit sheepishly.
"And you did not let them keep it?" You ask.
"Well, to be sure, they SAW it, and I let them TOUCH it, I hope you're not angry about that, Sarah." He is looking down, winding his gown around his hand.
"Don't be silly! I believe that's my job! If you could not give it to this other friend, it must be quite the jewel indeed!" You say as you stand, hunting around, your hands clasped behind your back. You stroll and look around the room with exagerated examination. Then quickly round on him, putting your face in his, bending at the waist to look him eye to eye.
"I know where you'd put it, and if it is my prize for entertaining you, I want you to give it to me!" You can't help but to smile as you keep your tone serious. He's got some fine jewel stashed under his bed, and he wants you to have it. Big sister has to dictate these things sometimes though...
He looks down from your eyes at your glistening wrapped cleavage, and gulps.
"Whatever you say, Sarah. I will give it to you, holding back nothing!"
What does he mean by that? Is it a whole set of jewelry? Maybe it's his mother's? You wouldn't dream of taking that! It's all just a game though, and so fun!
You can't wait any longer. You have to see what it is! You whirl away from him and jump onto the bed, thinking excitedly that the search is over! You lean over the side and pull up the bedskirt peering under for your found treasure!
Timothy climbs onto the bed behind you sidling up and putting his hands on your hips. What's this?
Then it all comes clear; 'I let them TOUCH it', 'I want you to give it ALL to me...'
He yanks down your yellow tights, exposing your round derriere in all of it's nubile, fleshy glory! Oh Dear! You think about earlier this evening, administering attentions to his father's lap as he sat atop his throne, his hand on your head as his seed exploded hot in your mouth! You had felt a bit of the pang of unfinished business. Now with his hot hands on your cheeks, you feel the warmth between your legs return. You look back and see he has thrown his dressing gown over his shoulder and is focused on your ass, now jiggling and clenching with the motion of the bed beneath you. You bite your lip and realize that you really you want this...

Unfortunately, Timothy is just a little boy! He can't have a lot to offer, but he'll be a sweet lover. "Yes, sweet" you think, as you lift yourself higher for his approval. Your light pubes are trimmed neatly as not to show through the tights you wear, that would be unseemly. Just a small blonde patch of short hair above your cunny. You settle in and wish he could fill you, like his Father might have earlier, how ready the king had been, resting his cock between your supple ass cheeks. Timothy finds the entrance to your quim, moistened more than a bit by the lasciviousness of this all! He begins to push, and the head of his cock begins to stretch you on the way in...

"Oh!" you squeak inadvertantly, and grab the bedsheets with one hand. You reach back and hold his leg with the other while your face pushed against the linens.
Your face slides a bit up on the bed as his stiff member pushes through the threshold and the head pops in, the shaft is almost as thick! You feel stretched like you never have before!
"OH!" You cry out this time, bunching the sheets in your fist and flattening your hand against his thigh.

"OHHH!" You shout like a common trollop as his stiff cock (easily larger than his fathers by the feel of it) continues to push into you and finally reaches the hilt. He holds there and you start to squirm, moaning from the depth and breadth of the stiff member filling you completely from behind!
"Is this okay, Sarah?" He says, still holding in at full length, hands squeezing your hips tight, keeping his hips locked against the flesh of your ass. You are unable to speak to answer his question, your mind is spinning.
"Uh, huh. Uh, huh!" You manage to grunt as you pull the linens to your mouth and bite down, your quim stretching as the hot meat inside begins to work in and out, slowly. You look back over your shoulder at him, blond curls free and wild draped across your face. You look at him working, building a sweat already on his brow. He looks into your eyes and begins to work harder, excitedly pounding his hips into your fleshy ass. Your eyes roll back and your head tilts forward again, helpless against his merciless ****.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" His pounding is persistant, and he guides his huge member all the way to the hilt every time! Your vision begins to blur, and his head falls against the middle of your back, his sweat covered brow and chest beneath his gown fall against you as he continues to work your quim with bucking hip motions like a snake!
"Hurf, hurf, hurf, oh Sarah!" He calls out. You reach up and hastily pull the ties on your vest, freeing yout bosom and your breath. It drops to the floor as you pull his hands up to your pale, sweaty globes. He immediately grabs them as if they were his only lifeline, his hands wet with sweat, slipping on the smooth yielding flesh.
"OHH!" You cry out again! "TIMOTHY!"
You squirm beneath him as he buries his head in the middle of your back, too short to reach your neck. His young body pounding with it's Snakelike humping, his hands groping your breasts with a vigor that forces you to tingle in your hot snatch.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm gonna! Timothy! YESSSSS!" You expell as your body trembles with a racking orgasm. The sound of your climax is too much, for him and as he thrusts against you, driving his hot meat deep into you, you feel the twitch begin in his massive shaft, still stretching your well lubricated cunny, and you sense his balls begin to empty! His hot cock spurting a huge, thick load of cum, it jets once, twice, and on the third time he lets go of your breasts and grabs a handfull of your hair, pulling your head back with it like a horse's reigns! The sharp pain coupled with the last jet of cum deep in your stretched womb trigger a second jolting climax! It's like electricity running from your scalp to the tips of your toes! You scream his name: "Prince Timothy!!!"
He collapses atop you on the bed, when your legs are able to stop trembling, you slowly turn over. As you lay flat, his coipous amounts of semen slowly trickle out between your legs. He puts his head on your bosom, and you twist a finger in his hair. You sneak a peek down at his lap, and see he's still stiff as a board, and every bit as huge as he seemed inside you! You look up at the ceiling contemplating your next move.
You wonder how you have torrid liasons with the King and his son in the same night! You begin to consider telling Timothy to give you his ministrations another time, but you have obligations tomorrow morning, and the King had requested a private session again.