Charles 's First day of school was a immense relief. Having change over schools due to how the school itself treated him. Charles 's kinfolk decided to withdraw him from the school and have him transfer to another one. The new school was a decent size and had a big cafeteria. The schooltime was contender with the pilot schoolhouse. One of his class fellow inside his 4th city block class made a input saying `` he 's switching over to the dismal side. '' Acting like he was n't eavesdropping Charles decided to say nothing. After transferring to the school he looked around and tried getting familiar with the school and where his classes are.

He chatted along with the three girls from the hallway on separate social function asking them for help throughout the day. He still did n't feel comfortable talking to them, but they seemed nice enough and Prince Charles appreciated their help in telling him where to go. All was going well for the young school year for Charles Stuart and he was looking up for a just year.

It was Friday of the first week that really got Prince Charles excited. He was early for classes today and was at his desk rummaging through his book bag for the right account book. He noticed for the 1st sentence a very pretty female child to his right. She was a fiddling short than him, maybe 5 feet 6 column inch, and not much more than 120 pounds. She had longsighted crinkly brunet hair which hung all the way down to the small of her spine. Charles stared at her in awe. He was brought from his gaze when he finally noticed her smiling back at him. Immediately he began blushing and turned away not knowing what to do. Unknown to him the girl frowned when he turned away, disappointed by his rude nature. Charles was still blushing but could n't land himself to apologize due to his shy nature.

Feeling immensely embarrassed by what he 'd done, Charles quickly got his things and left not even glancing at the missy and went to the lav. Again unknown to Charles II, the girl waved goodbye to him but she frowned again feeling humiliated. The fille 's warmness rose though, despite her rejection. Heading for year and throwing her knapsack over her shoulder joint she smirked to herself, `` perfective ! '' is all she said to herself.

Charles sat in his first class with butterflies in his abdomen. His head was only focused on the perfect exposure in his intellect, the girl, he had no idea what her name was, was his definition of peach. The unit dayspring Charles could n't focus on anything else but that girl to most multitude that 's viewed as creepy but for Charles it was a normal matter. Charles suffered from a few eruditeness disablement and had a hard time picking up on cues that were often misinterpreted by his activeness. Lunch came and went and he did n't see the group of girls he 'd been talking to earlier in the week. Before the second one-half of classes Charles went to his storage locker again.

Again the girl was at her storage locker, she was bent over, on purpose maybe ? Charles could just barely see under her skirt, being the horny adolescent he was he could n't divert his eye from the spectacle before him. Her skirt nearly rode up to her butt but her step-in just covered. The little girl rose up quickly feeling eyes on her posterior. She quickly turned to see Charles the Bald staring at her again. This fourth dimension she waved again, making certain he saw. Charles blushed even more but from being caught looking at her inappropriately and did n't really bang what to do, so he turned around from embarrassment and stood still.

The girl smiled shyly and spoke, `` Hi ! ``

'' Um ... s-sorry '' is all Charles said.

'' it 's OK, I get that a lot actually. My name 's Saint Brigid, what 's yours ? ``

'' Charles ''

'' Nice to meet you Charlie '' she said with a wink and smile.

'' Nice to meet you too i guess ... '' The doorbell rang signaling that lunch was over and classes were to start.

'' I 'll see yeah 'round ! '' Bridget spun on her blackguard and walked down the dorm, making sure enough her hips swayed overtly. Charles stared at Bridget again as she walked way.

Her long smooth legs caused his pants to stiffen. Embarrassed, Charles I hurriedly got his things and left for his last set of classes.

Again Charles had Saint Bridget 's shapely body and side in his mind as he sat zombie-like in his course. The quietus of the day went by seemingly instantly as his mind was picturing the beauty all afternoon. He stopped by the independent berth and was given a padlock with a cabinet number to it. `` We 've gotten your locker situation sorted, now you wont postulate to carry all your books in your backpack '' the dame behind the front desk said. Charles the Bald went over to drop down off his Good Book and again St. Bride was there. She, again, was bent over showing off her long sexy ramification standing in the middle of the hall looking at them. Charles I soaked in the thought and stood back.

He did n't even notice when she turned around and stood up straight, she smirked to herself. `` Up here ... '' Charles looked up to see Bridget smiling again. `` Think you could help with my homework ? '' she asked.

'' I do n't have it away ..., what class do you have ? '' asked Charles.

'' The usual, maths, science, English, geographics, and American history. ``

'' okey ... '' said Charles not totally convinced she needed help considering it was the low week of classes.

'' O.K. not bad ! '' she chirped, `` wan na come up back to my place ? ``

'' Um ... I do n't recognize if i should ... '' Charles was sounding very unsure of himself and hearing Bridget 's offer.

'' oh come on, do n't be such a pin in the mud, it 'll be with child i promise '' Saint Brigid said smile. `` l-let me send my mom a textual matter so she knows then '' Charles said nervously and pulled his sound out.

The two quickly got the cloth they needed and Charles followed Saint Bridget home to her place.

'' Hi mom ! I 'm home ! '' yelled Bridget into the mansion.

'' Is this really your place ? ``

'' No, it 's Daddy 's, '' skipped Bridget.

'' It 's perplex ... '' said Charles.

'' Thanks, let 's go to my room so we can study. '' Charles the Great was lost and stared at the hulk house in amazement as he followed Bride up the farseeing elegant staircase and down the long hallway of the extravagant mansion.

The two spent the afternoon alone in Bridget 's room perusal for the most part. Of course they chatted and were becoming fast champion. `` So, it 's your first class here. ``

'' Yeah, '' he said.

'' Made many supporter yet ? ``

'' Not really. It 's only been a week. p-plus i 'm not in any haste to give a lot of friends. I just hope no one treats me as the outcast like everyone else did back at my early high schoolhouse, that 's actually the reason why I left my last-place shoal. That and the school did n't require to put up with my learning disabilities and address situation properly like they should 've ''

'' Oh poor you, '' sympathized Bridget, `` hopefully you wo n't be meeting masses like that here ! '' Bridget began stroking the side of Charles IX 's chief as if he was a dog. Charles enjoyed the feel of Bridget 's handwriting caressing his face.

The two talked and studied the quietus of the night, Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles having had dinner at St. Bridget 's before leaving for home. Over the following month the two had regular study sitting at St. Bridget 's. Charles made a few friends during the meter, one was a guy and the early was a girl. But for Charles, Bridget was his unspoilt friend ; he 'd do almost anything for her.

In the midriff of October affair started to interchange for Charles. In their most recent study academic term the inevitable conversation occurred, they started talking about relationships. `` So accept you ever had a girlfriend ? ``

'' I 'd rather not verbalise about it '' Charles said and gave a very sad expression on his face.

'' Why not ? ``

'' I just do n't want to, that 's all ... '' Charles Stuart said and looked down.

'' You know you can evidence me anything, redress bunny ? '' Bridget said.

'' well ... sometime during my sophomore yr, last twelvemonth, there was a girl i liked who was inside my English division, and i asked her if it 'd b possible to meet up. we agreed on Saturday the Saami week i biked up hill to the school to match her. I waited 3 hours and she did n't prove up. i walked around the school 5 times and no one was there. then the following Mon i saw her in class and asked her 'thought we were supposed to contact up'and she looked at me and told me to my face'i did n't wan na assemble up with you cause i think your a creep but i did n't wan na be rude and refuse you .'and i asked her 'so you thought it 'd offend more to say yes and not show up instead telling me no ?'and she said yes. I literally grabbed my stuff and nonsense and left and walked home that day. That was the only time i ever asked anyone out too ... '' Charles said holding back tears.

St. Bridget was left speechless on and rubbed Charles II 's back and gave him a hug. `` Aww my poor bunny ... It 's ok, who needs a skank like that anyway ? You can do so much better than her. Plus i bet she was n't pretty '' Bridget said.

'' She was really pretty ''

'' You do n't intend I 'm pretty ? '' pouted Bridget.

'' I do, it 's just ... you talked to me first, I ca n't start conversations. Have n't you noticed you 're the one always starting a conversation ? ``

'' No ... ''

'' Well you have. '' The conversation changed naturally, flowing back to homework and field and the two got back on cut. By now though, St. Brigid had been adding more and more than body of work to Charles 's payload, which so far he had n't noticed

To prove her project, Bridget left her work on her bed and made her way to her computer. Charles Stuart did n't poster and she logged on and started chatting online with her girlfriends. Charles worked on the homework and studied hard, almost forgetting about Bride in the process.

As the workweek wore on Saint Bride got away with less and less homework until mid-November she was n't doing any of it. Charles I did n't hit anymore friends, just the 1 he already had. His best Quaker ended up in a few of his stratum, but virtually at luncheon. Kaleb and Natalie were his good friends other than Bridget. He 'd spend some time with them at luncheon and had enjoyed their nice little traffic circle with their supporter. He 'd often be doing homework though, or studying at lunch, whether it was his or Bridget 's or even one of St. Bridget 's friends.

During lunch Charles had nowhere to sit and saw Bridget. Bridget noticed and waved him over inviting him to sit with her. Charles IX sat down and Bridget stroking his face. `` W-what are you doing ? '' Charles VII asked nervously. `` showing my acquaintance that your my bunny silly '' Bridge said. bridge leaned forward and kissed Charles on his cheek. Charles VII 's face turned red as his ternary fell from his hands and processed what just happened. `` d-d-did you just '' Charles Stuart was babbling trying to obtain the intelligence to utter. bridge circuit decided to begin rubbing her face against the spot where she had kissed Charles the Bald on his cheek. `` Ca n't i show affection to my cuddwy wittle bunny ? '' Bridge said in a childish tone. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles sat there and said nothing. `` They should just go out and get it over with '' one of Bridget 's acquaintance said. Saint Bridget heard the comment and glared at her friend.

Charles being the unobservant eccentric never noticed the change in Bridget 's behavior towards her friend and him and thought their friendship was fine. They 'd talked about relationships and he knew Bridget had n't had a boyfriend in a while now. She 'd had quite a few, according to her, in middle and high school, but currently she 'd been in a bit of a drought.

It was the end of school now on Monday. Charles the Bald was at his storage locker grabbing things for his written report seance with St. Bride. He saw out of the street corner of his eye Bridget coming his way. As usual he meekly smiled and waved to her. She smiled back and waved as well, `` ready for some studying ? '' she asked.

'' Yea sure. '' The two talked for a bit before Saint Brigid placed a script inside Charles 's hand. This startled Charles and he jolted erect. He looked to Bride and she smiled, `` What are you doing ? '' he asked.

'' Oh sorry, '' said Bridget, hm maybe a little too far, she thought. She took her paw away and did n't try again. The two got their things and left for Bride 's mansion.

Just like the beginning of the school twelvemonth the two admirer went up to Bridget 's elbow room. Charles plopped down on her bed while she sat at her computer, the number 1 sentence she 'd gone there first.

Charles I noticed, `` What 're you going to be doing ? ``

'' Oh nothing, just going to jaw with some friends. ``

'' Oh, all right ... do n't do it for too long I actually need your help with some math homework. ``

'' No prob, it wo n't be long. '' Not too long turned into a endurance contest of girl talk. Charlemagne did n't discover at all, he was too engrossed in his studies. Looking up after a farseeing session of studying, Charles saw that two hour had passed since they first arrived. He became agitated by Bride now, `` Hey Bridget, you 've been talking like a time of day or so, can you help me with some math problem i do n't translate .... '' Charles noticed Saint Brigid 's response and stopped in his tracks.

St. Bridget whipped her head from her data processor screen and stared at Charles. Seeing her blaze Charles instantly shut up and coward away. Bridget smirked softly to herself and got up from her chair. Despite being nearly winter, St. Brigid was in a short skirt and t-shirt. Her rounded C-cup white meat strained inside her shirt and her nipples showed through. Charles saw her tit and wondered if she was wearing a bra, having had intimate thinking about his friend in the past.

She took a tail at the edge of her orotund bed and looked to Charles. `` We were actually just talking about you. ``

'' You were ? '' asked Charles nervously.

'' Yeah, '' said Bridget edging closer to him, `` so how 's the division piece of work going ? ``

'' It 's all right I guess ... '' Saint Bride edged closer, now just arm 's length away. She smiled as she edged closer again. Charles I pulled away just slightly, enough for Bridget to mark. `` What 's wrong ? ``

'' just nervous ... that 's all. I was n't expecting for you to be talking about me of all hoi polloi '' Charles said.

'' You 're my bunny girl, You know i care about you a lot '' St. Bride said.

Bridget rested her hand on Charles 's thigh and gently rubbed back and Forth River on it. Having never felt the touch of a girl, Charles I took a acuate breath and inhaled his hint and held it blushing a lot. `` It 's fine ... '' smiled Bridget.

'' No it 's not ... '' defended Charles Stuart meekly. Bridget frowned now. Her hormones were raging, and she was sure his were too. She 'd been without relief in such a long sentence her solitaire was dangerously thin. `` I do n't know what you want me to do ... '' Jacques Charles tried to steer the awkward state of affairs to something else.

Brigid, at this point, snapped. `` No ! You little darn ! ! '' Charles the Great gave a confused look. He looked at Bridget and was shocked to see her wild for the first time in their friendship. `` What ? '' he questioned.

'' SHUT THE screw UP ! ! '' Prince Charles could n't conceive his ears, he 'd never heard Bridget assert or call, and now she was doing both ; at him !

'' W-what 's wrong ? '' He began feeling depressed.

'' Oh shut the fuck up you little fucking dickhead ! '' Bridget barked again.

'' what 's gotten into you ? ? ``

'' What ? you think you can just do whatever you want ? ? ``

'' No I never said- '' Charles River said.

'' Yeah you do, you little fucking whoreson ! ! Hearing you complain about, 'oh poor me, I was bullied at my last school cause i have learning disabilities, boohoo', '' she mocked his representative, `` SHUT THE shag UP ! ! '' Charles felt very upset as to what was happening and began crying. `` WHAT THE nookie DO YOU THINK YOU 'RE DOING ? ! ! ? ! '' screamed Saint Bride. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles was crying to himself and felt afraid to respond at all, having never seen her like this. He tried as quickly as he could to stop crying but the teardrop would n't stop. He looked up and saw a frightening feeling on Bridget 's face. She had this most evil smirk on her case. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles tried to draw out his wrists free but could n't. Bridget quickly showed Carolus more of her strong point when she slapped him `` GET ON MY BED NOW ! '' she yelled. Carolus quickly got up and scurried over to her bed in fear of making her more angry. Saint Bride pushed Charles on the bed and straddled Charles 's waist and sat there on top of him, pinning him on her bed. Charles was now clearly terrified of what was about to bump. He 'd never had a girl and did n't believe girls acted like this on a normal groundwork. He struggled with all his might to get liberate, but Saint Bride had him snugly between her thick womanly thighs.

Watching Charles conflict was turning Bridget on immensely and she was n't sure she 'd be able to hold in herself if he kept it up. Charles eventually stopped moving and submitted to the feeling of Saint Brigid 's fond second joint pinning him down. `` unspoiled boy '' Bridget said.

'' Uuuuugggghhhhhh ! ! '' grunted Bridget ; her fervour was getting the undecomposed of her. `` OH GOD ! ! '' She just had to rearrange herself. Charles watched as Bridget 's helping hand went to her light wench. From his Angle it almost looked like she was readjusting herself, but that 's not right ... She lifted slightly and then sighed. When she sat back down that 's when Charles noticed something odd on his pectus, I must be imagining affair ... he thought to himself. He looked up to Bridget and she was smirking. A flavour of repulsion fell on Charles 's case. This is n't right ... Bridget kept her stare down at Charles and then slowly grabbed the bottom of her short-change annulus. Being the horny adolescent that he was, Jacques Charles watched Bride 's hands as they slowly pulled her bird up looking on terrified.

Nervously he peered under Bridget 's dame until her pinko scanty were revealed. Charles Stuart was left speechless as he saw a pair of musket ball and a cock-head peeking out the top of her panties. Brigid quickly put her hand over his mouth and grinned hugely, `` silence now Charlie ! I have n't had a boyfriend in such a long prison term ! '' she said too calmly.

Charles the Bald made whimpering racket and squirmed as topper he could but he could n't grapple anything. St. Bride kept talking to him calmly about what she was going to do to him, `` you 're such a pathetic boy, being used by a missy like me ... '' she started rocking back and Forth River on his chest and she moaned quietly, `` mmmmmm ! '' she hummed, `` that flavour so nice ! '' Charles I let out a swoon moan into her deal. `` someones enjoying themselves ''

Eventually Bridget got bored and held him down while she got her toys. Her nightstand was n't too far and she got some manacle. In moments Charles 's mortise joint and wrists were cuffed, now even if he wanted to, he could n't go out. Now in complete control Bride got off him and watched as he struggled on her king-sized bed. He wiggled about trying to get free, still scared. `` Oh shut up, '' she said and went through her nightstand again. She pulled out a ball gag, in the physique of a phallus of grade, and wrapped it around Charles 's head securing it tightly. `` Ah ! a lot better ! '' Charles began biting on the gag, but now it was absolutely hopeless, no one could get word him now, well except for Bridget.

Admiring her lilliputian gob, Bridget undressed her skirt, letting it devolve to the floor. Now just in her scanty and t-shirt, Bridget climbed back on the bed, `` mmm, I 'm going to have so lots fun with you ! '' she said cheerfully, `` you have no idea ! '' Charles VII looked up to her pleadingly. `` Ha ! Your chummy puppy oculus are n't going to sway me ! Like I said, I have n't had a 'boyfriend'*Bridget putting air quotations* in a long time ! Plus, you 're fresh kernel ! '' With her niggling spiel over, Bridget began sliding her panty down her foresightful smooth legs. She threw them onto Charles I 's face and laughed sadistically as he tried to scramble away from them.

Now naked below the waist St. Bride grabbed her cock. At eight and a half inches long, it was actually slightly bigger than Charles seven. And was a bit thinner too, not by a great deal. `` look at that, '' she smiled, `` She 's felicitous ! '' Charles stared at it mesmerized and nodded. Bridget slowly slid her handwriting up and down her cock and moaned quietly, `` God, it 's been so long ! '' She played with her prick for a few more here and now before shedding her T-shirt. trusted enough she was n't wearing a bra. Charles could n't help himself as he tried pulling his deal towards Bridget and took in Bridget 's brilliant hourglass body. He was in so many unify emotions ; he was horny, confused, scared, frightened, and exhausted. Not really sure where to bet, Charles stared at Bridget 's perky C-cup breasts. Her tit were achingly hard and she flicked them, sighing and giggling while doing so. Charles 's eyes inadvertently went down to Bridget 's cock and stared at it watching it twitch.

A loud moan from Bridget caught Charles 's attention and he looked up. She had a wicked smile which frightened him further and rightfully so. `` So I 'm going to be prissy to you for your first time. I 'm usually not, I actually like you, it 's a shame that it 's come to this, '' she said with sureness. Bridget edged up Charles 's torso. He tried to joggle away, but just did n't have the strength anymore. `` Ooohhh ! '' cooed St. Bridget, `` I love a belligerent ! It makes me so hot ! '' As she edged closer up Charles II she grabbed her cock and began stroking it slowly.

'' Mmmmmm, that feels sssssooooo nice ! I have n't felt this good in such a lllloooonnnnggggg time ! '' By now, Saint Bride sat on Charles the Great 's chest of drawers, with her peter and orchis dangling just above his aspect. She stared into his heart as she jerked her feminine cock ever quicker. Precum leaked out of her cock periodically. She used it to lube herself and stroke herself quicker still. Charles looked up at her whimpering through the ball gag giving pup dog eyes as she inched closer to her orgasm.

It was n't long before her deal was flying along her cock. She gently grabbed her large testicle sack and massaged the stone inside as her moans grew louder and louder, `` oh child ! '' she moaned. Charles River was completely and utterly powerless under Bridget and all he did was vigil in as his 'friend'stroked her turncock. Her social movement quickly became erratic and hectic and he was confused on what to finger as she was probably going to do.

Charles 's fears were well placed as Brigid lifted her low-cal dead body just a bit and moaned to herself, `` oh my god ! Oh my god ! ! Oh my god ! ! OH MY shag GOD ! ! SHIT ! SHIT ! ! diddly ! ! diddly-shit ! ! '' St. Brigid threw her mind back and pumped herself furiously as her outset four volley dig up high up before falling back down and landing on Charles 's aroused facial expression. The inaugural warm loads did n't register at all and he sat there motionless until Bridget 's adjacent set of moans woke him. He squirmed with all his feat and really only made a passel of the whole spot. His attempt caused Saint Bridget to tear and send More drawstring of cum every which way. Bridget gasped and gasped until her sexual climax finally stopped. The conclusion few throbs ended with her egg white cream dripping out the tip of her drop penis.

Charles IX was completely aroused, covered in semen and confusedly horny as well. Bridget dismounted Charles River and smiled at him, `` Mmmm, it 's been a tenacious time since I 've done that. It felt great ! '' she said with a smile. `` And think what ? There 'll be a whole lot more where that came from and there 's zip you can do about it. Would you like to make out why ? '' Bride asked and Charles Stuart shook his head no, `` It 's because you ca n't go to anyone about this, not other students, teachers, the principal, even the police. Do you cognize why ? '' She waited again, and again shaking his headspring no, `` It 's because I 've got all of them wrapped around my digit as well ! Is n't that just great ! '' she smiled.

Jacques Charles 's centre closed as he realized how thick in trouble he was in and began crying. Surely there was something he could do ! He tried thinking but was too occupied by Bridget 's movements, unsure of what she might do next. She came over to him with her semi-hard cock just inch from his nerve. `` Now if I take this gag off are you going to yell ? '' Jacques Charles shook his point, 'no .'`` trade good, otherwise I 'll have to do some more bad things to you, '' she said confidently. Saint Brigid unhooked the phallus gag and pulled it off Charles I 's fount. true up to his word he did n't yell, but he did ask, `` Why ? ``

'' Why not ? '' was the answer he got.

'' No really, why ? I thought we were friends ''

'' Because I can ! '' she cheerfully smiled, `` plus it makes me so horny seeing my victims squirm ! Plus we still are friends, even if I 'm being more forceful ''

'' Okay ... but what are you really trying to gain from all this ? '' he asked.

'' Well for one, I do n't have to vex about school work, grades, or college ! It 's all taken guardianship of ! ``

'' So you 're doing this just for the fun of it basically ? '' asked Charles worriedly.

'' No not quite, I still like you though '' was all she answered back. Prince Charles felt horrible, he transferred to another schooltime trying to get away from his yesteryear and now his substantially friend, or so he thought, was one of them trying to obsess him. He began tearing up from how dolt he felt for getting himself in this situation.

'' Do n't cry about it too much, Besides your still my bunny '' said Bride and handed him a tissue, `` clean house yourself up and get out. '' Bridget went to unhinge Jacques Charles 's cuffs and sat up and cleaned himself off. `` i 'm not going '' Charles said. `` what ? '' `` i 'm not leaving '' Charles looked at Saint Bridget and leaned in and kissed her deeply. Saint Bridget pushed Charles the Bald off of her. `` what are you- '' Bridget tried speaking but Charles kept kissing her deeply. `` why are you '' `` i do n't desire this to terminate '' Charles said and looked deeply into Bridget 's eye. Saint Bride looked back and could tell Charles was serious and also knew his endocrine were raging at this point.

'' what do you mean by that '' Saint Brigid asked. `` I 've been in passion with you for a long prison term. I 've just been too shy to do anything about it. but since you went this far with me i want to show you how far i 'm bequeath to go ... for you '' charlies confessed. Bridget looked at Charles and took in a sharp breath as the cool air touched her naked skin when Charles got down and looked at her cock and began stroking it and was determined to make her laborious again. Her hammer grew harder as Charles kissed Bridget and she was nearly at wide length.

Without any hesitation Charles VII grabbed St. Brigid 's meaty missy cock and stroked it quickly fast. `` Mmmmm, that 's it '' moaned Saint Bride. Saint Brigid closed her eyes and tilted her head back A sharp pant soon followed when Charles afford his mouth and take aim Bridget 's turncock all the way to her pubic bone, no problem. `` Ooooohhhhhhhh bbbbbuuuunnnnnnyyyyyyyy ... '' shuddered Bridget. Charles looked up into his admirer 's centre as he did the most submissive act. His action mechanism were deadening, enough to get his captor 's cock slick.

Charles began to swirl his tongue swirled and wrapped, and flicked at Saint Brigid 's mushroom head eliciting moans of approval. However Saint Bridget was n't in this for the foreplay, she wanted to cum ! Jacques Charles watched in awe as Brigid grabbed his pass with both mitt and literally face-fucked Charles River

It did n't take longsighted for Brigid to cum, just two second and she was gasping for air. She began to tremble and her legs went watery as she screamed out, `` AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! '' Five warm honey oil of cum shot out of her throb cock and filled into Charles 's waiting stomach. Like the upright slave that he was, Charles suckled on Bridget 's cock. she was rather pleased with her quandary, some boy was being submissive and kept sucking on her tool and was allowing both his and her own internal secretion to flow and enjoy the moment

Bridget got up from her relaxed seats and her rooster popped out from Charles 's oral cavity. He turned to see her walking and noticed her cock standing straight out. He swallowed nervously and was slightly wound up seeing her arousal. Bridget was expecting and hoping for this reaction and she smiled upon seeing it. `` What 's wrongly bunny rabbit ? Never seen a girl excited ? '' she cupped her breasts with one hand and her private parts with the former and playfully swayed, `` Yeah ... ''

'' Do n't you think that 's hot ? ``

'' yea ... ''

Brigid caressed her private parts again, `` Mmmmm, '' she moaned, `` Is n't it sssoooo hot how you can see how horny I am ? '' Charles was too pall to react not sure as shooting what exactly was going on, Bride kept walking towards him slowly while she questioned him. She pouted, `` You do n't think I 'm hot ? '' she began to falsify cry. The two were nearly human face to nerve now. She grabbed Charles VII 's arm gently and pulled it to her jetty. `` No I do think you 're hot, I think your very beautiful '' He gasped at her strong point and did zippo to fend. His arm provided only submission to her and she giggled quietly watching him submit. She kept rubbing his mitt over her crotch and moaned. Closing her eyes she tilted her drumhead back savoring the sense datum of his touch. Charles also showed tenuous signs of enjoyment too.

Just like that, Bridget snapped back and replaced Charles 's handwriting back to her erect stopcock. `` Mmmm, that 's better, '' she sighed. An smile fell on her look as she stroked Charles the Bald 's mitt ever quicker along her hardening shaft. `` depend how well-chosen she is ! '' Bridget remarked. `` she so happy i know '' said Charles. Charles looked down at Bride and stared at her genital organ and began rubbing it voluntarily.

Soon Bridget was kissing Charles deeply and was moaning and her erection was aching to be released. She could n't deny herself any longer and Her cock stood proudly in front man of her. span was lying down on the bed naked and grabbed Charles River 's hand again. She easily made Charles the Great 's hand into a fist and began pumping herself with his hand, `` Oooohhhh that 's sssooo good ! You sure do have intercourse how to please a girl bunny. ``

Charles River was mesmerized by what he was doing and felt good when his own erection was aching. He tried to enshroud it but when he saw Brigid 's face he knew she knew what was going on. `` Mmm, is someone else enjoying this too ? '' As quickly as she said that Bridget placed a hand to Charles the Bald 's jeans and felt his bulge. `` We 'd amend get you out of this ! '' With fastness, Bridget yanked down Charles Stuart 's pants in no time. His boxers bulged out obscenely and she smiled seeing his discomfort.

Charles II walked forward to Bridget cupped her hand near his shaft but she was n't having any of it. He groaned in pleasance as he felt Bridget 's soft deal on his member. She stroked him teasingly and ever so slightly dropped his boxers down. Caught in the moment, Charles did n't even realize Saint Bridget pull his drawers down and off releasing him. The sang-froid air felt nice on his peter and he looked down to see his hand wrapped around her cock while her helping hand was wrapped around his.

Charles did n't say anything and let Bridget stroke his peter

'' You ok bunny ? '' St. Brigid asked intrigued. Charles the Great knew there was n't much he could say, his cock was doing the talking, he was obviously aroused. A sharp-worded groan escaped him when he felt St. Brigid tug on his cock. She led him to her bed and sat him down. He looked up to see a smiling Bridget before him, `` Now what can we do to assist our petty problem ? '' she asked him. He looked to her throbbing cock, then to his. `` I think we should have some fun ! '' Saint Bride closed in on Charles and pushed him onto his back. Her leaking cock pressed into his shirt and could feel the hot sticky dampness soak through.

Prince Charles was n't sure what Bridget was doing since he was so preoccupy with her ragging laborious on pressing into him. He failed to acknowledge her and then slew back down so they were face to case. He now got a better face at Bride 's breasts, in the past he would 've loved to have seen them, Charles moved his hands out and began feeling them and squeezing them. Brigid kept smiling down at him and he smiled back nervously. `` Ah there we go ! Finally something a piddling positive ! '' Bridget smiled again and worked her way down Charles 's body. She planted a mild, surprisingly soothing kiss to the head word of Charles 's tool. He moaned with no control and wondered what was going on, this feels rather nice ... he thought.

Her brim on his pecker were too soundly to be true but he could n't deny the pleasure and rested his foreland back in satisfaction. She kept teasing him, never venturing any far than the tip of his cock. Her lip were so good, the soft warm wetness. He shuddered a few fourth dimension when her tongue flicked across his orifice. `` Mmmm, that 's my boy ! '' she moaned. Prince Charles was moaning wildly. `` B-Bridget .... your backtalk flavour so good ... I think i 'm gon na cum '' Charles IX moaned.

Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles was so loosen up by this point he did n't discover Bridget preparing herself. All the while she was servicing Charles ; she was applying a generous amount of money of lube to her aching dick. With a pop from her lips, Saint Bride pulled away and smiled down at her new boy toy. Charles opened his eyes after he noticed that the warmly wetness was gone. He saw Bridget smiling down at him. He looked down to her crotch and saw her erect eight inch dick glistening with lube.

His eyes were glued to Bridget 's cock. the tip of Saint Bride 's midst cock was firmly against his Virgin anus. Charles was really nervous and Bridget could distinguish and tried getting Charles the Great to unwind. `` hey hey ... it 's OK bunny girl ... really '' Bridget said and began rubbing Charles 's head. `` you got ta relax for me, ok ? if you do n't unbend it 's really going to spite you '' Saint Bride said. Charles took a few rich breaths and tried relaxing but he could n't relax enough for Saint Bridget to be intimate his ass. Bridget looked at Charles worried if he might not be cook for this. Jacques Charles closed his eyes and kept taking a few breaths trying to relax.

bridge entered his ass slowly and took his virginity. The pain was nearly unbearable as her turncock penetrated the infirm boy, `` Oh god yes ! ! '' she moaned, `` such a nice and loaded boy pussycat you 've got ! '' Carolus whimpered and whined each inch St. Brigid pushed into him, `` Shhhh, Shhh Shhh it 's OK bunny it 's OK.you 're taking my cock really well right now '' she cooed as the close few inch buried inside him. Her barren crotch nestled up against his butt cheeks and she sighed. Bridget brought her breasts to Charles Stuart 's human face. `` bunny, suck on my breasts while i fuck you ok ? '' Bridget said. Charles involuntarily pulsed his rectum around Bridget 's cock and she giggled and moaned at the wondrous feeling, `` Ooohhh ! Keep doing that ! '' He did n't what she meant and his soundbox kept making the pulses. He was completely confused at himself ; here he was lying on his binding with his best protagonist embedded inside his asshole. And none of that was the outflank part ; the worst component part was his cock was achingly hard. The pain in the ass in his bunghole was subsiding but it still hurt like snake pit. He was sweating profusely, trying to decompress, but he knew the more he resisted the tighter his asshole would be.

'' MMM ! ! Such a nice boy pussy ! And you 've got such a big boy down here too ! '' St. Bridget grasped Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles 's seven edge cock and gently stoked it with a few fingers. loudly gasps escaped Carolus and he felt so confused about all this. Bridget smiled at him seeing his precum ooze out his tip. Charles I was trying so hard to not moan out loudly from the pleasure he was feeling. Brigid pushed her tit into Prince Charles 's face so Charles could cool off down. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles began sucking on St. Brigid 's teat gently and began relaxing.

'' ooooohh bunny you feel so gravel. your ass is nice and soused. i honestly have no idea how long i 'll be able to last fucking this nice ass '' Bridget pulled out and gasped at the amazing suction Charles 's rectum was giving her. She almost popped her lading right then and there, but she held herself just long enough to stop it. Charles II leaned forward and kissed St. Bridget deeply on her lips. `` I do n't want this to be rough but i want you to feel good '' Charles said.

elbow grease was already building up on Bridget 's war paint encrusted facial expression. She was really having a unmanageable time controlling her prick. Every so often she 'd give birth to arrest her pumping just to turn back herself. One particular plunge was almost too a good deal, but she held back. Brigid stayed buried inside Charles until the touch sensation subsided but then she stayed there longer just in case.

Each plunge produced a thin glob of precum from Charles the Great and Bridget could n't help herself stroking his big rooster. `` Such a big boy for such a big jade ! '' the pain was starting to settle now and he was getting used to Bridget 's girth. It was actually starting to experience pleasant, which he did n't mind.

St. Brigid noticed how Charles 's demeanor changed gradually from a unrelaxed humour to a very relaxed and subservient. She could still tell he was giving into his emotions but she was slightly surprised by that. All of this thinking had relaxed Bridget enough to land up the job. Before getting back into it Bridget grasped Prince Charles 's throbbing stopcock and began stroking him. Gently at first but soon she was stroking him with a purpose. Charles fought hard trying not to moan.

Feeling like Charles Stuart was relaxed enough now ; Bridget began pumping her meaty shaft in and out of his almost painfully tight ass. She smiled hearing his moan of annoyance and joy, `` that 's a good boy ! Take my meaty prick ! ! ``

Bridget 's bed started to shake under her penetrations. Long deep poking filled Charles the Bald 's little hollow causing him to squeal like a niggling girl. Bridget began upping her thrusts until she was gliding in and out of his tight piddling fix as if she 'd been doing it all her life.

'' Fuck ! ! This is too good ! ! UUUUUHHHHHHH ! ! '' Bridget slammed her hips as hard as she could and embedded her meaty tool inside Charles River. She spewed her salty seed, shooting six volleys before collapsing on top of Charles. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles wrapped his arms around Bridget 's neck and wrapped his legs tightly around Bridget 's shank and clung tightly to her and having naked fille on top of him, pulling her eubstance into his soundbox and began submitting to her more.

Bridget rose from Charles 's body, `` I usually spray myself onto my new comers first, but your ass was just too trade good to pass up ! '' Charles laid there, confused and still guiltily horny.

Bridget, as swiftly as she entered Charles, pulled out. Her break cock glistened with lube and cum. `` Clean me up, '' she demanded. In a moment, Bridget pinned Charles down with her thigh and her limp stopcock probed his back talk. She pushed her hips forward trying to get him to open his lip but Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles was hesitant. `` You do roll in the hay, the longer you wait the to a greater extent time it 'll make me to recover and do this all over again ... '' she smirked. `` I do n't mind that at all '' said Charles. `` What ? '' Bridget was caught off safeguard by this comment. `` I do n't mind if this happens.I want to go out with me. I 'll dedicate into you completely. You can do whatever you want to me whenever you want to me. You can blockade me, humiliate me, have it away me in public for all i forethought '' Charles the Great said.

'' So you 're telling me you want me to go out with you and in return you vow to be my bitch for the quietus of your life ? '' asked Bridget. Charles the Great nodded. `` Deal ''

Charles began to reluctantly opened his oral cavity. `` That 's a ripe boy ! '' Her dick slipped right past his sassing and modestly filled his lip. `` You better work that tongue of yours, '' Saint Brigid demanded again. Again, reluctantly Charles obeyed and swirled his tongue around Bride 's mushroom-shaped cloud head. `` Mmmmmmmmm ... '' she had to close down her center, feeling the warmness of his mouth and began to hump his face.

Charles Stuart knew that having Brigid 's peter in his back talk was n't the end of the domain. The salty taste of her cum was no welcome treat, let alone having a rooster in his rima oris. It did feel oddly arousing to have her tender appendage in his sassing. He tried not to think of it as a cock, but a large soft clit.

Soon that gentle clit was becoming hard again. Quickly, he cleaned up the remnants of St. Bride 's coming in Bob Hope of her pulling out and letting him leave.

To his surprisal Saint Bride did draw out away, `` Mmmm, that was ripe. I do n't want to bodge myself any more so that 'll be all for now. '' The weighting of the bed shifted as Bridget jumped off, bent over, presenting herself, and pulling her panties and shorts back up. She slapped her ass, `` Maybe one day you 'll get to hit that ! Now then '' St. Brigid got up and placed a dog collar around Charles 's neck opening. `` Since your my pet now you live here with me. I 'll induce my dad explain something to your mom. Now go get me something to fuddle '' said Bridget.

Bridget returned to her estimator, laughing at all the missed texts. She sat back down, typing away and featherbrained with excitement for the coming days.

That dark, Charles Stuart was incredibly turned on ; he masturbated furiously before he was satisfied. he thought about Bridget and her cock .