IV I Become a womanhood

summer was coming to an end and there was talk of us returning to the Viking land. There was also talk among the Rus women of the end of summertime celebration. One of them would be chosen by lot to be honored along with the Jarl's wife.

Two terminal had been erected by a previous dispatch and it was said that when the shadow of the easterly pole was on the western sandwich celestial pole at sun wage hike, that day was the end of summer. On that day all of the Rus women except the Jarl's wife tossed the bones to see who the graven image would prefer to be honored that night. This was a very sought after accolade and there were many conjuration to try to persuade the gods to micturate the bones fall in their favor. Katche even asked me to take part in her plea to one god after another to help hold the bones fall in her favor. It must have helped because she stayed in the tossing until there were only four left to jactitate the off-white. However, she lost in that bout.

Katche was very disappointed but she hugged me anyway and said we would hold each other during the ceremony. That Night when the car horn sounded the Rus char who was to be honored was led by her hubby to the Jarl's palette. While the Jarl undressed his wife the esteemed adult female's husband undressed her. Their hard worker brought the two bare cleaning lady beer to drink. When they had drunk their beer they lay back and opened themselves.

The Jarl fucked the abide by woman and the honored fair sex's husband fucked the Jarl's married woman. As soon as this shag was completed the women drank some more beer and were fucked by a new Rus who stepped between the adult female's parted peg. This continued as each Rus stepped into position.

Before my overlord Bard went to submit his turn, Katche and I shared in preparing his extremity. We licked it and took twist taking it into our throats. She begged him to come back able to fuck her. He said he would. He was far enough down the line that both of the women were begging for more fucking even while they were being fucked.

When he returned Katche cleaned his member by licking it. She then invited me to dispense to his hobble fellow member. While I did she kissed him and soon his penis was growing to its magnificence. When it would go down my throat, Katche moved me aside and stood over him as she prepared to lower herself onto him. She was so in want that her fluid ran from her char's wound down her legs. Her fluids ran down over his appendage as it disappeared into her.

I felt of myself and realized I was nearly as wet. Katche stopped fucking and asked,"Are you wet ?"I responded that I was and she said,"Let Bard drink in from you."Not understanding I asked what she meant. She said,"Put you cleaning woman's wound at his mouth and let him drink."

I had not seen this before but when I glanced around I saw several hard worker quenching their master's thirst with their charwoman's lesion. I climbed up on the palette, stood over my professional's human face and lowered myself to his mouth. The sensation of his tongue overlapping at my slit was the trump tone I had had in my Lester Willis Young life. I was facing Katche and she gathered me into her arms. She began kissing me and she swept my mouth with her tongue. She pulled back and asked,"Wouldn't it be wonderful if Bard and I could equal tongue through you ?"

With her arms wrapped around me she began bouncing both of us, driving his member into her and his clapper into me. The touch was grand but I knew that the day that I was fucked for the showtime prison term would be better. I hoped that day would be soon. I wondered when Frye would open my wound and make me bleed. I called out a prayer for Frye to visit me.

A few days later the net trading session with the Bulgars took place. As was usual most of the female person striver were told to sit about in the great house naked. Before the Bulgars entered the Jarl said that whatever we did to distract them from their trading would be rewarded. There were six Rus fucking their slave wives as well as the rest of us slave young lady. I watched the nookie and I fingered myself. I also licked my fingerbreadth as I had done before.

The Bulgars demanded hard worker women in trade for their furs. The Jarl refused. There was a party of six Bulgars who were having trouble keeping their judgment on trading but their leader demanded slave women. The Jarl told them to go and take their worthless furs. He called for his slave young lady to bring in beer which she did. When each of the Bulgars was served he invited his striver girl under his robe to absorb on his phallus. The Bulgars were very agitated but their leader continued to call for buckle down cleaning woman. The Jurl pulled his robe aside to expose his slave missy sucking on his penis.

The Bulgar leader stood. He looked directly at me and demanded me in telephone exchange for all the pelt. The Jarl said,"No but I will have you one slave woman but I can not give you a young girl who is not even a adult female yet."

"Let me see the one you would give,"the Bulgar leader insisted.

The Jarl called forward the three former unmarried slave women. Two of them were too old to bear children. He then said,"I will let you take your pick."

The Bulgar said,"These are old cleaning lady. You must grant us two of these old women."

The Jarl said,"It is agreed,"and he instructed the youngest of the three slave cleaning lady to render to where she was sitting before. The Bulgar started to protest but the Jarl said,"I respect you for getting the substantially of me. I had intended to consecrate you only on knuckle down woman but you got two."

As the Bulgars left with their slave women, one of my comrade slave lady friend said,"I wonder if the Bulgar are as bad at fucking as they are at bargaining. I think we are fortunate to rest with the Rus."

That night Katche and I were again given new amber neck chains. Bard held me wet to him as he swept my mouth with his clapper. Still holding me he called out loudly a orison to Frye to hurry her visit.

The next day when the Jarl announced that in two days we would be leaving, I noted a drib of red blood on my articulatio talocruralis. I put my fingers to my twat. It felt dry. I opened myself enough to put a digit in. There was Thomas More moisture within. I brought my bridge player up into my view. There was no hint of anything on my fingers. I squatted down and touched the blood on my ankle. It was sassy and had not yet dried. I again felt of my slit. I was dying to know if Herman Northrop Frye had visited me. I now felt much More moisture and when I brought my script into view there was fresh red blood.

I stood and looked about. Everyone was doing what was expected of them. My mistress Katche was not in sight but I saw my mother not ten steps away. I went to her and as we greeted each former I held my paw up to her. She knew what it meant. She took me into her weapons system and welcomed me into womanhood."Go to your mistress. She must know."

I found Katche in our majuscule house. When I told her she had me lay on our pallet. She examined my cunt and said,"Frye has been kind to you. She has been gentle in bringing you to womanhood. She must love you as I love you. We will lead off counting the mean solar day but we will not tell Bard until we are absolutely sure Herman Northrop Frye is not just playing with you."

7 nights later we had started our head trip home to the land of the Rus and were camped along the shore of the river. It had been a lovesome day and now, with the sun to the W there was just the hint of a cooling duck soup. I could hardly contain my excitement. This night I would be taken as a woman first by my skipper and then, out of respect for my master, by his subscript. My mother, my kept woman, and various others told me how marvelous it would be. If I had not had their encouragement I might receive some fear about what was to fall out to me.

Katche spoke to me lovingly as she took my two gold neck chains and placed them around her own neck opening. She then placed a crown of heyday on my fountainhead. She took time to weave the stems into my blond hair."We do not want it falling out,"she explained."You are so lucky,"she went on,"because of your efforts at distracting the Bulgars, Bard has moved up in rank. There are thirteen who will pedigree up to jazz you. When you are offered beer, drink it but don't salute it all, just enough to quench your thirst. After about five screwing you will not like about your thirst. You will only require the ass to persist in. I will be with you to be sure as shooting you drink but not too much."She wrapped a doeskin leather skirt around my waste.

The automobile horn sounded nearby. It was sentence. My heart was beating practically harder than usual. I wanted to run to the place I was to take before the Jarl but Katche held my hand. As Katche led me to where the Jarl would interview me I remembered the one time I had witnessed a coming of age ceremonial occasion. I worried that I would not be able-bodied to speak when the Jarl asked me to.
When we stopped in front of the Jarl and his wife, he smiled at me. He leaned to whisper something to his wife who then smiled at me. He then said,"Ah, our young distracttress. Are you pleased to add up of age ?"

I called out,"Yes !"much gaudy than I had intended.

The Jarl's wife asked,"Has any man fucked you ?"

"No !"I called out. Again I had called out louder than I had intended.

"Who is your master copy ?"the Jarl asked loud enough for all to hear.

With my optic fixed on him as he stood beside our empty pallet I called out loudly,"Bard !"

"Bard will total forward,"the Jarl announced.

Bard strode with deliberate hast to a position in front of me facing the Jarl. I looked at his longsighted braid whisker. I had braided it myself earlier that day, making sure it was tight and perfectly done so that it would be as it was now.

"How long have you owned this girlfriend ?"the Jarl asked.

"It was only three lunation ago that the idol gave me this hoarded wealth,"Bard said.

"wealthy person you received offering for her ?"the Jarl asked.

"Yes, you ask to purchase her on two occasions,"my original said. He had not told me this.

"And what did you say to me,"the Jarl inquired.

"I said I wanted her to be my married woman,"Bard responded.

"If I now offer you four gold chains for her what would you say,"the Jarl asked.

Katche whispered to me that that was the highest fling she had ever heard for a slave. Bard spoke clearly and deliberately,"I am honored at your whirl and if I were a misfortunate man I might be tempted but the Jarl must know I want her as mine."

"quint irons,"was shouted from the right.

"No,"Bard shouted back.

Other voices shouted out offer but what the offers were was lost in the conflicting interpreter. The Jarl raised his hand and silence fell over the congregating."I would ask the girl who she wants to fuck her first."

Bard stepped aside and turned to me. I called out loudly,"My passe-partout Bard !"

"Bard, is there anything I could offer you for this slave,"the Jarl asked.

"zilch,"Bard stated.

"As an honor to you and to her I offer to have a go at it her first,"the Jarl said.

Katche whispered,"He is trying to trick Bard."

"You honor me by offering but I will take her first and then you can feature her,"Bard said.

"You are a good monger Bard. Because of this and because she has been good to us all I will take your offer,"the Jarl stated. There was hooting from both men and women to picture their sufferance of the Jarl's statement.

I was led by Katche to the Jarl's pallet as the Jarl and his married woman moved to a neighbor's pallet. She must give birth known that I had not quite understood the Jarls end command so she explained,"You and Bard are being honored by the Jarl. He will be your s fuck."

I was offered a cup of beer, I took a quick sip as Bard vaulted up on the palette. He reached down and with his warm hands he raised me up on the pallet. He undid the broach that held my dame and it fell to the fur covered pallet. He carefully raised my tunic up and I stood naked before all."See her pail acquit skin. It glows as if there were a lighter from within,"Katche began. Bard raised me above his head as she continued."notification the un-sucked pap and the un-bloodied slit. Frye has gently visited her and readied her for woman. This blond beauty is worthy of our backwash. If Frye approves she will give Bard kid, many children."

I was again spot on my feet and I knelt before my master. I waited as his belt fell to the pallet and Katche drew it to her to guard as she announced,"Bard is now armed with the lonesome weapon that no cleaning lady can resist. A cleaning woman can try to disarm a man by swallowing his one-third arm but it will not be swallowed. The third arm is the arm of the gods. It can not manage a weapon system but is itself a weapon."

I felt a stab at my cleaning woman's wound. I knew I was anticipating Bards third arm's entrance into me. His gown fell to the pallet and I looked up to see my master copy naked standing over me. His member was before my face but I looked beyond it to his face. I could see the pleasure he was anticipating on his aspect. I rose up slightly and his member touched my lips. I kissed it and sucked in the wet that had accumulated on its tip. I took it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I relaxed and allowed him to drive it down my throat. I backed off and took a breath before he forced it down my throat again. I had been doing this nearly every Night for the past three calendar month so I could now do it without any discomfort.

Bard knelt beside me, taking me in his arms, he kissed me toilsome on the lips and his tongue swept my sassing, not once but respective times. I had known before that I was a character of him but he now reconfirmed his sufferance of me as a percentage of him. As we kissed he lay upon his book binding. Katche said,"It is time you sit upon his member. She announced to all as I lowered myself over his fellow member,"If your woman's wound feels pain as it is perforated call back it will be healed by the delight you will soon receive."

I remembered that as my slit opened as his fellow member penetrated me. There was a twinge of pain as there was some resistance. Then with a little child's play within I sank down over his member. My opinion was, I am filled. The soundly feeling of that sentiment filled me with delight and any nuisance that had occurred was gone forever."Bend forward and kiss,"Katche encouraged."I will help oneself you she added."I felt her hired man on me, helping me move up and down on his penis. The pleasure within my woman's injury was even Thomas More than I had anticipated.
Bard's tongue continually swept my mouth and I swept his in riposte. I had never done this before and I wondered if now not only was I a region of him but was he now a role of me ? My hips were now moving rapidly up and down with Katche's encouragement. Although I had never done this before I did not appear to bore. My torso had endurance I never knew it had. Just when I thought I could not see to a greater extent pleasure I would feel new pleasure surge through me. I was now oblivious to anything but Bard's tongue, his member, and the pleasure feelings surging though me. All else that may subsist did not live within my pleasure and pleasure was all that existed for me.

It all ended too soon but it ended with an added billow of pleasance as I felt Bart filling me with his hot seminal fluid. The virtuoso rose up within me and I could no longer ensure my move. Bard held me to him for what seemed like an eternity.

The side by side I knew I was on my back and Katche was offering me a cup of beer. I took a big swallow and she took the cup from me. I looked up and there was the Jarl raising my legs wide and preparing to put down my woman's injury. For a here and now I heard the crowd hooting out their cheers. The Jarl's wife was there to pass him in. In only when moments I was again filled to the fullest. The Jarl's wife said,"My afters young thing, enjoy your special night."

Bard was announcing to all that I was the honorable fuck he had had and he invited all to fuck his slave.

If I could suffer talked I would birth said that I was enjoying this and that I could still see that the sun had not yet set. The Jarl was known as a intemperate fucker. He pounded my woman's wound very aggressively and within only a few strokes I was again experiencing indescribable pleasance. Again I was so consumed by joy that I lost soupcon with everything else. I was aware of letting go of some of the pleasance by moaning and calling out. It was as though I had more pleasure than I could hold and I had to let it go. Again when I felt I could feel no greater delight the Jarl's hot semen pushed me to a mellow pleasure.

I felt my point being lifted and there was Katche with a cup of beer."Just a little,"she said as I drank from the cup. As the cup was withdrawn, I felt void in my womanhood's wound. I looked and saw that a new Rus had replaced the Jarl. I was cognisant of asking for more fucking and then the pleasure returned as once again I was filled.

In my remembrance there was a never ending progression of Rus that filled me and pushed me to higher levels of pleasure and each time just when I felt I could reach no high level I would be pushed even higher.

Then I was aware of my passe-partout Bard. I was begging him for more. I felt empty and I needed to be filled. He was laying me on our pallet. I was asking to be fucked again. He moved atop me and again I felt the pleasure of being filled. Bard moved slow and gentle. I relaxed and drifted slowly into sleep. I awoke early, before dawn, cradled between my master and kept woman. Both of them held me in their arms. I had to pee but I could not incite. My char's wound felt like it was on fervour. I peed to put out the fire and it only burned unsound.

I spoke to Bard and Katche to wake them but they did not rouse so I drifted off to slumber once again. When I awoke again, Bard was lowering me into the coldness water system of the river. Katche bathed me paying picky attention to my very sore woman's wound. She spoke soothing words as well and then she said,"No one your age should have been fucked xvi times."

I remembered it as having gone on forever but I must have lost count after four or five.

That evening Bard asked if he could do it me and I agreed but Katche made him essay me. She then told him to let me heal for at to the lowest degree three daylight. I did prepare his penis so he could fuck Katche.

Three day later Katche said I was healing nicely. Though I had not returned to formula and it pained me to take his fellow member that Katche had prepared, I once again experient pleasure as I bounced up and down on his extremity while he swept my mouth with his tongue.

A striver of the Rus
By Tim I Done
V The Return to the acres of the Rus
Katche was showing signs that she was with child like most of the Rus women and a routine of the slaves. I kept feeling of my belly hoping that I too would bear a child. Katche said it was too soon. We had been traveling for more than fourteen days when I noticed the shore where I grew up. I did not see our house but then mother told me that our neighbor would throw burned the house with my all in begetter in it.

That night was the dark of the replete moon and our Rus Jarl decided we would sail through the night with a favorable wind. He rarely relied on canvass unless there was an expanse of water such as this Viking sea. By sailing through the Night we arrived at their habitation the side by side day. house was a ingathering of small dandy home and one very heavy, with child than the vauntingly one built in the farming of the Bulgars, great house.

Katche led me to the house of her Padre and father-in-law. I remembered her telling me that those two men were buddy. In fact it was the house of two to a greater extent of her uncles or four crony. Those four crony had four Rus wife and three slave married woman. There were numerous children who were sib and full cousin of Bard and Katche and there were many humble tiddler. It was very difficult to assure to whom the children belonged. All of the mature men were at the community great house to try of the adventure of the returning Vikings.

I was greeted with considerable affectionateness by the cleaning woman and small fry in the category. Katche's son, Batch, and daughter, Kjore called me their kleinmuter or little mother. heap, who was seven summers old, was very curious about me, wanting to have intercourse every item about how I was enslaved and how I had become his father's slave. Katche interrupted his questioning to tell everyone how I had distracted the Bulgars and thus had gained Bard special wealth. Batch, who had been cuddling up to me, said,"Is that all it took to distract the Bulgars ?"

Catche said,"Yes, they never see fucking. All fucking by Bulgars is done in short rooms only big enough for two mass and all others are kept out."

"Even their children ?"flock asked as he put his hired hand under my chick and stroked my thigh.

"Even their tike are kept out,"Katche said.

"marvel how they learn to have a go at it,"Batch said as he slid his manus up to my charwoman's injury. I wondered if I should hold on him but Katche and the other women would have said something if it was not compensate. mickle asked,"How many fucks did you get when you were married."

"14,"I responded as I felt his minuscule fingerbreadth exploring inside.

"Frye has built you well,"he said before he brought his finger to his mouth where he licked them. He added,"Maybe when I get old enough, daddy will invite me to fuck you."

"When will you be old enough ?"I asked.

"Long time,"he said before kissing me on the rim. He moved to my ear and whispered,"Six more summers."

Later I asked Katche if I should suffer stopped slew and she said it was just a boy getting to have a go at it his new mother. The fact was that to the highest degree men will feel of me if they want to get to fuck me and I would be impolite if I stopped them. Now if a man who was not my lord asked me to conduct his member without my master's invitation, I should refuse.

After dinner that evening Bard told about the one battle that he was involved in when the Rus drove out the enemies of the Bulgars. He did not credit himself with any courage. The only congratulations was for the one who died. When he finished his story he called me up in front of his family. He praised me for the wealth I had brought to him and added that I was a good fuck. He invited his younger comrade Bjorn to know me since he had no wife to fuck.

Bjorn came forward and took my hand. He led me to his pallet. His founding father called out,"Bjorn, you talk to her. Get to get laid her before you fuck her."

Bjorn was young. Although tall he did not yet have a face fungus. Like all of the Rus he had red hair. Unlike most of the men he did not give birth tattooed arms. He had me sit on the pallet and he sat beside me."You're young,"he said.

"I am as young as you,"I said.

He looked down at his bridge player as he seemed to be winging an invisible towel."I've seen enough summers to be a man,"he said.

"Have you fucked before ?"I asked.

"Yes,"he said. He paused glancing around. I was about to ask who with when he said,"There's old women who've lost their husbands. They teach the Loretta Young men."

"You've never fucked a young woman ?"I asked. He shook his head.

"Until a few days ago I had never been fucked. Bard fucked me, then the Jarl, then thirteen of Bard's fellows, then Bard ; one right wing after the other. It was wonderful."

"With all that I won't be anything,"he said.

"Let's start by getting acquainted. I'm new here but I am told that to get acquainted we are supposed to feel of each former,"I said as I stroked his thigh just under the edge of his gown. He in tour slid his helping hand under my skirt. He reached my woman's wound just as I reached his swell member."Do you wish well to strip down me or should I disrobe myself ?"

He moved in to kiss me. Our lips met when he pushed a finger into my twat. His early hand stroked though my long unbraided hair.

"I like your long golden hair. It is so soft ; much softer than our Rus cleaning woman's course red hair,"he said.

"I like your red pilus. It is so much sluttish to pleach. I have hassle braiding mine unless I do it wet,"I responded.

"Do you have gold haircloth down there,"he asked.

"Some,"I said,"go ahead and look."

He undid the broach that was holding my dame at the waist and I was suddenly air below the waste. He knelt before me and said,"I was told that womanhood love to have their combat injury kissed."
Having never had my wounding kissed I did not know but I said,"You may do anything you want with me."

He pushed me so I was lying on my binding. He raised my legs up over his shoulders and I felt his sass on my wound. I then felt his tongue lick up the whole length of my wound. It then parted the lips of my wounding and entered into me. He pulled his tongue out and pushed it back in. I thought that he is fucking me with his tongue. I felt so excited by this and then he licked over my sensitive footling clit. The tingling feeling this gave me caused me to moan in pleasance. He then sucked on my button. I turned my head to the side in an attempt to preserve from screaming out my pleasure.

There on the pallet next to us was Bjorn's father lying on his back with fraught Katche fucking herself on his member. I blinked and looked again. I was aright Katche was fucking her uncle/father-in-law. I looked to the next palette and there was Bard's mother fucking him. I closed my center, not wanting to see what I had seen. I reached for Bjorn's braided hair and pulled him forcefully into my wounding. He nipped at my clitoris and soon the flavor he was giving me were so intense I felt I could take no more so I pushed him away.

"You taste so unspoiled. May I fuck you now ?"

"Fuck me, fuck me now,"I said more loudly than I needed. I heard hooting and I opened my oculus to see Katche still bouncing up and down on her uncle/father-in-law and Bard's mother bouncing up and down on Bard. They and others in the room were cheering Bjorn on. As I felt his member enter me I realized I had not prepared it so I stopped him and said,"I need to give suck you first."

"No,"he said as he pushed his member all the way in. Almost immediately I felt his lovesome ejaculate filling my fair sex's wound. He fell on me as if he was exhausted. He began apologizing.

I did not experience what to do. I held him tightly as I felt his extremity parapraxis ever so slowly out of my wounding. I rolled him to his back on our pallet. I took his slick member in my hand. It had not gone totally soft. I decided the problem must be that I had not prepared his member so I began licking it. I had tasted semen before but his was sweeter. Once his member grew hard again I took it deeply. It was not as big as Bard's and barely more that touched the back of my mouth. As soon as I was sure he was difficult enough I squatted over him and guided his member into my pussy. I began to fuck him to my pleasure.

As I did this I looked about the room. There was fucking on almost every pallet. In a couple of places there was a mother with a small fry at her boob as she was being fucked. Some of the tiddler were deceased and others were watching the piece of ass. A few of the older girls were fingering themselves and a few of the male child were stroking their members.

Bjorn lasted much longer this clip. I was still bouncing up and down on him when Katche curled up to kip with her uncle/father-in-law and Bard did the Lapp with his female parent. When I once again felt Bjorn's hot semen, I lay down beside him and we covered with his gown. I felt someone lay behind me. It was clutch. I put an arm around him and pulled him to me under the robe.

I could sense his hard little phallus press up against me. I had the urge to blow on it but I thought that maybe that would not be right. I decided I should ask Katche about it first. When I did ask her she said,"Oh no, you only suck on a member to set it for fucking. Batch won't be ready for that until he is a great deal Old but you could stroke it with your hand. That makes him feel good and makes him like you even more."

The side by side night I fucked Bard's father and before I fell asleep I felt tidy sum cuddle up to me. I reached down and began to gently stoke his trivial arduous member. He sucked on one of my tit and fingered my semen soaked scratch. It was nice falling to log Z's that way.

Over the next few weeks I fucked each of the men in this neat household, rarely getting to bonk my husband Bard. One night I was fucked by Katche's two younger Twin brothers. First one would get it on me for a piece and when he feared he would pump out his semen he would stop and the other one would have it off me. This went on long after others in the theater had fallen asleep. I began to experience a lot of pleasurable notion.

That night Batch slept with his female parent and father. From the lambency of the flak I could see him sucking on his female parent's tit. His little babe usually slept with her grandparents and sucked on a grandmother's tit.

The 24-hour interval were growing curt and the cold that came in the night began to continue during the day. The men were spending Thomas More clip in the expectant house and as a result spent Sir Thomas More time fucking.

As Katche grew big with child Bard spent to a greater extent time fucking me. Frye stopped visiting me so I knew I was with child. Before I grew big Katche gave birth to another son. Like all the Rus he had red whisker. After the next total moonlight Bard took Katche to the tumid majuscule theater where they fucked in front of all demo as a refilling of their wedding after the giving birth of a child. Only the senior of the sept were allowed to go since the turgid great home, although larger than all the relief was not large enough to bind all in the community. I wanted to go along but was told it was not my place.

When the foremost day of saltation arrived, all the Rus char in our house tossed the bones for the right to be the one to be fucked by all the men in our house. Katche's mother was the one the graven image chose for the bound honors and Katche was the one who served her while she took one screw after the other beginning with her husband. After eight fucking, she was begging that the fucking should never end. She claimed she would die if the nooky stopped. There were only three Rus men left in the firm who had not fucked her. They were Bjorn and Katche's matching comrade. They were all youth enough that they had never taken part in one of these ceremonies. The twin were eager to get laid their female parent. I think she was too far gone to know who was fucking her. When the 2d Twin stepped between his mother's legs, Bjorn came to Bard and asked if he was old enough to take part. I watched Bard count the finger's breadth on his hands and then count the digit on one of Bjorn's hands. He then turned to me and told me to make Bjorn's appendage. Bjorn removed his cape and sat on Bard's palette. Without further commission I knelt between his human knee and took his member which was already as hard as off-white into my mouth.
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Before I had swallowed Bjorn's member more than three clip, Bard told him he had to go. He rushed to his aunt to fill up her woman's injury so she would check crying for one more ass. I watch as semen gushed out of her wound as Bjorn's penis was buried into her. Bjorn being young did not stopping point long. When he finished she begged for one more screwing so her married man obliged.

Bard was preparing to go on another Viking voyage when I had my son. He also had red hair. Katche explained to me that Rus men only married Rus char and blonde haired slaves because they always gave parentage to Rus or red haired sons. It was the customs duty of the Rus to let one full moonshine mountain pass after the birth of a tike before the female parent was fucked so Bard did not roll in the hay me before he left on his Viking voyage. But his founder, uncles, brothers, and brothers-in-law all promised him that I and Katche would get well fucked while he was away. His Father of the Church's parting quarrel to him were,"Your wife will be kept warm for you. May the gods bring you wealth and another striver wife."

When the day came for me to be fucked for the offset time after the wide-cut moonshine, all the men tossed the bones for the right to be the one to take Bards billet. While they were doing so I asked Katche if Bard were here would we possess gone to the big great house for a renewal of our marriage ? She said,"No that is only for Rus women."It did not matter to me as I thought that one fuck hardly warranted the walk to the great planetary house.

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