The stables

The stablehand of the barrel bridge tavern, a young man named Stepan, was confused. Expecting an ordinary night of tending the horses and watching the caravans in the courtyard, he had instead been accosted by a turn of events that had left his head reeling. Not only had a new caravan entered, being driven by a blonde-haired slut with a thick cock entrenched in her ass, even as she negotiated the course through the courtyard, not only had a naked warrior with a footlong dick come out of the back of the caravan, and not only had two cum-covered big-titted blonde-haired beauties also emerged from the belly of the caravan, but one of them – she hadn’t even told him her name – had sank to her haunches in full view of everybody and blown him right there in the stables.

The blonde hadn’t said a word. Instead, she had expertly sucked his cock, before tilting her face upwards and jerking his prick directly into her gorgeous face, the searing gaze of her eyes locked onto his as he jetted his jizz onto her lips, chin, eyes and cheeks. Then she had pressed his spasming dick down between his legs and released it so the hard member sprang back up and jiggled between his thighs, dancing up and down, much, it seemed, to the woman’s delight. As it settled and pointed at the cum-caked blonde, she planted a kiss on the head of his cock.

It was the most generous tip he had ever received.

Afterwards, Stepan had watched her sweet ass disappear into the pub, put his dick back in his trousers, and released and stabled the two horses pulling the caravan. He was just about to investigate the caravan, when he saw the landlord’s wife, Seri, a chesty minx, and her daughter, Lea, who poor Kamil was in love with, dart out the back entrance of the tavern together and scamper over to the pump located in the rear of the stables.

Stepan crept stealthily behind the pair, unobserved, and watched with interest. Soon, as he listened to Lea’s tale, of ‘foot-long cocks’, the pounding she had received and her spectacular double facial, his dick hardened up again in no time. Seri was watching her daughter, agog at her story, as her hands mechanically pumped the handle to draw the water from the brass nozzle of the water-pump.

Stepan stared at Lea. Her gorgeous face was a sticky mess of cum. Thick stripes of white cum decorated her hair like ribbons. A huge rope of jizz hung from her lower jaw, running from cheek to cheek and dangling slackly the whole length of her chin, the loose tendrils clinging against her tight boob-tube style top, and some even dripping off to decorate her deeply tanned and perfectly flat belly.

It looked like the inkeeper’s daughter was sporting a white beard.

After Lea had told her story, she splashed herself with water to clear the offending obscene decorations she had acquired, rinsing her hair and once again making herself presentable. Seri had leaned in close to her daughter and given some instruction that Stepan couldn’t quite hear, before turning and darting out of the stables, back into the tavern.

Stepan decided to get to the bottom of all this. Grabbing a nearby broom, he ostentatiously pressed it into service and made a lot of noise in his sweeping to announce his entrance to Lea. Sweeping a path behind him, he appeared at the entrance to one of the stalls, acting as if he had just arrived.

‘Oh, hello Lea,’ he said. ‘What are you doing here?’

Startled, Lea looked at Stepan. Fortunately, she had succeeded in cleaning herself off, all evidence of her recent adventure now being sluiced onto the stable floor.

‘Cleaning myself up,’ Lea lied, hastily, ‘one of the customers inside spilt their drink all down me and I came here to get myself clean.’

‘They only spill drinks on you so they can see your boobs through that top,’ Stepan offered.

‘I know,’ said Lea, glad that she had taken Stepan in with her story, ‘one day I should just give them a thrill and serve the drinks topless. It would save quite a lot of washing.’

Stepan grinned. ‘Now that’s something I’d like to see. There should be a towel hanging up behind you.’

‘Thanks,’ said Lea, reaching around behind the stall and taking up a towel, which she began to use to dry her hair, face, and glistening torso.

‘Lea,’ said Stepan, venturing a question, ‘have you seen the new arrivals?’

‘Yes,’ said Lea. ‘I showed them to their room.’

‘Have you noticed anything strange about them?’

‘I’d be lying if I said I didn’t,’ Lea admitted, ‘but if they want to walk around naked, girls leading their men around by their foot-long cocks, I’m not exactly going to stop them.’

‘They’re pretty brazen, alright,’ said Stepan. ‘One of them blew me right here in the courtyard!’

Lea laughed, ‘why does that not surprise me? Lucky boy.’

‘I’m going to have a look at their caravan,’ Stepan offered, ‘and see what’s going on around here.’

‘Good idea,’ said Lea.

The pair went to the priestesses’ caravan. Stepan took a breath and then pulled back the canvas covering of the back of the vehicle.

The interior was awash with cum, leaking through the floor of the bed of the caravan, and hanging from the canvas walls and ceiling in thick dollops.

‘Gods…’ said Lea.

One of the cases and trunks that lined the caravan had an open casket sitting on the top with an array of different coloured vials and tinctures inside it. It was the only part of the place not covered in cum. Lea, guessing that this was where Kyla had gathered her potion from, licked her lips involuntarily.

[Author's note - contains writer's note]