Charles River 's first base day of school was a huge relief. Having alternate schools due to how the school day itself treated him. Charles 's phratry decided to pull back him from the schooltime and have him transpose to another one. The new school was a decent size and had a big cafeteria. The school was rivals with the original school day. One of his classmates inside his 4th stoppage form made a commentary saying `` he 's switching over to the dark side. '' Acting like he was n't eavesdropping Charles decided to say cypher. After transferring to the school he looked around and tried getting familiar with the school day and where his classes are.

He chatted along with the three miss from the hallway on split up occasions asking them for avail throughout the day. He still did n't feel comfortable talking to them, but they seemed prissy enough and Charles appreciated their supporter in telling him where to go. All was going well for the young schoolhouse class for Charles II and he was looking up for a good year.

It was Friday of the get-go week that really got Charles IX excited. He was early for classes today and was at his desk rummaging through his Word bag for the right books. He noticed for the showtime meter a very pretty girl to his right. She was a small shorter than him, maybe 5 feet 6 inches, and not much more than 120 Egyptian pound. She had farsighted wavy brunet tomentum which hung all the way down to the belittled of her spinal column. 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 lady friend frowned when he turned away, disappointed by his primitive nature. Charles Stuart was still blushing but could n't bring himself to rationalise 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 girl and went to the bathroom. Again unknown to Prince Charles, the girl waved goodbye to him but she frowned again feeling humiliated. The little girl 's spunk rose though, despite her rejection. Heading for class and throwing her backpack over her articulatio humeri she smirked to herself, `` perfect ! '' is all she said to herself.

Charles River sat in his first class with butterflies in his venter. His judgement was only focused on the hone motion picture in his head, the girl, he had no idea what her gens was, was his definition of beaut. The unhurt morning Charles could n't focus on anything else but that girl to most multitude that 's viewed as creepy but for Jacques Charles it was a pattern thing. Charles suffered from a few learning disabilities and had a hard time picking up on cue that were often misinterpreted by his natural action. tiffin came and went and he did n't see the chemical group of fille he 'd been talking to earlier in the hebdomad. Before the second half of grade Charles went to his locker again.

Again the lady friend was at her locker, she was bent grass over, on purpose maybe ? Charles Stuart could just barely see under her bird, being the horny teen he was he could n't divert his middle from the spectacle before him. Her bird nearly rode up to her tail but her panties just covered. The female child rose up quickly feeling eyes on her tail. She quickly turned to see Charles IX staring at her again. This time she waved again, making sure he saw. Charles blushed even more but from being caught looking at her inappropriately and did n't really experience what to do, so he turned around from overplus and stood still.

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

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

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

'' Charles ''

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

'' Nice to get together you too i guess ... '' The bell rang signaling that lunch was over and classes were to start.

'' I 'll see yeah 'round ! '' Bridget spun on her heel and walked down the hall, making sure her articulatio coxae swayed overtly. Charles stared at Bridget again as she walked way.

Her long unruffled legs caused his pants to tighten up. Embarrassed, Charles II hurriedly got his things and left for his endure set of classes.

Again Charles had St. Bride 's shapely body and facial expression in his mind as he sat zombie-like in his stratum. The repose of the day went by seemingly instantly as his mind was picturing the beauty all afternoon. He stopped by the master office and was given a padlock with a locker phone number to it. `` We 've gotten your locker office sorted, now you wont need to carry all your books in your backpack '' the lady behind the front desk said. Charles went over to drop off his books and again Saint Bridget was there. She, again, was bent over showing off her long sexy legs standing in the midsection of the antechamber looking at them. Charles soaked in the view 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 Saint Bridget smiling again. `` Think you could help with my homework ? '' she asked.

'' I do n't know ..., what class do you cause ? '' asked Charles.

'' The usual, math, science, English language, geography, and American account. ``

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

'' OK expectant ! '' she chirped, `` wan na come back to my home ? ``

'' Um ... I do n't bed if i should ... '' Charles the Great was sounding very uncertain of himself and hearing Bridget 's offer.

'' oh come on, do n't be such a stick in the mud, it 'll be great i hope '' Bridget said smile. `` l-let me send my mom a text so she knows then '' Charles said nervously and pulled his earphone out.

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

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

'' Is this really your place ? ``

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

'' It 's pose ... '' said Charles.

'' Thanks, let 's go to my room so we can canvas. '' Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles was lost and stared at the jumbo menage in amazement as he followed Bridget up the long elegant staircase and down the long hall of the extravagant mansion.

The two spent the afternoon alone in St. Brigid 's room perusing for the most part. Of course they chatted and were becoming fast ally. `` So, it 's your first twelvemonth here. ``

'' Yeah, '' he said.

'' Made many acquaintance yet ? ``

'' Not really. It 's only been a week. p-plus i 'm not in any rushing to make a lot of friends. I just hope no one treats me as the outcast like everyone else did back at my other high school day, that 's actually the understanding why I left my net shoal. That and the school did n't want to put up with my learning handicap and direct billet properly like they should 've ''

'' Oh misfortunate you, '' sympathized Bridget, `` hopefully you wo n't be meeting citizenry like that here ! '' Bridget began stroking the face of Charles VII 's head as if he was a dog. Jacques Charles enjoyed the feeling of Bridget 's hand caressing his face.

The two talked and studied the residue of the nighttime, Charles having had dinner at Saint Bridget 's before leaving for home. Over the next month the two had veritable study sessions at Bridget 's. Charles Stuart made a few friends during the time, one was a guy and the other was a girl. But for Charles, Bridget was his best friend ; he 'd do almost anything for her.

In the heart of October matter started to change for Charles I. In their most recent report academic term the inevitable conversation occurred, they started talking about kinship. `` So take you ever had a girlfriend ? ``

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

'' Why not ? ``

'' I just do n't need to, that 's all ... '' Carolus said and looked down.

'' You know you can tell me anything, mighty bunny ? '' Saint Bride said.

'' well ... sometime during my sophomore twelvemonth, in conclusion year, there was a girl i liked who was inside my English course of instruction, and i asked her if it 'd b possible to meet up. we agreed on Saturday the Same workweek i biked up James Jerome Hill to the schooltime to meet her. I waited 3 60 minutes and she did n't show up. i walked around the school day 5 times and no one was there. then the following Monday i saw her in class and asked her 'thought we were supposed to meet up'and she looked at me and told me to my face'i did n't wan na meet up with you cause i think your a spook but i did n't wan na be rude and scorn you .'and i asked her 'so you thought it 'd hurt more to say yes and not show up instead telling me no ?'and she said yes. I literally grabbed my poppycock and left and walked place that day. That was the only time i ever asked anyone out too ... '' Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles said holding back tears.

Bridget was left speechless on and rubbed Charles '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 beneficial than her. Plus i bet she was n't pretty '' Bridget said.

'' She was really reasonably ''

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

'' I do, it 's just ... you talked to me first, I ca n't pop 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 study and the two got back on track. By now though, Bridget had been adding more and more oeuvre to Carolus 's load, which so far he had n't noticed

To test her labor, St. Bride left her employment on her bed and made her way to her computer. Carolus did n't posting and she logged on and started chatting online with her girlfriends. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles worked on the preparation and studied hard, almost forgetting about Saint Brigid in the process.

As the hebdomad wore on Bridget got away with lupus erythematosus and less prep until mid-November she was n't doing any of it. Charles did n't make anymore friends, just the ones he already had. His right booster ended up in a few of his classes, but almost at lunch. Kaleb and Natalie were his best friends other than Saint Bridget. He 'd spend some time with them at lunch and had enjoyed their dainty little R-2 with their friends. He 'd often be doing homework though, or studying at dejeuner, whether it was his or Saint Bride 's or even one of Bridget 's friends.

During lunch Charles had nowhere to sit and saw Bridget. St. Bride noticed and waved him over inviting him to sit with her. Charles Stuart sat down and Bridget stroking his face. `` W-what are you doing ? '' Charles asked nervously. `` showing my ally that your my bunny silly '' bridge circuit said. bridge leaned forward and kissed Charles on his cheek. Charles 's face turned red as his troika fell from his men and processed what just happened. `` d-d-did you just '' Charles VII was babbling trying to observe the words to talk. bridge decided to begin rubbing her case against the spot where she had kissed Charles on his impertinence. `` Ca n't i depict affection to my cuddwy wittle bunny rabbit ? '' bridgework said in a infantile quality. Charles IX sat there and said nothing. `` They should just go out and get it over with '' one of St. Bridget 's friends said. St. Brigid heard the gossip and glared at her friend.

Charles being the unobservant type never noticed the change in Bridget 's behavior towards her protagonist and him and thought their friendly relationship was all right. 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 schoolhouse, but currently she 'd been in a bit of a drought.

It was the end of schooltime now on Monday. Charles IX was at his locker grabbing thing for his work sitting with Bridget. He saw out of the corner of his eye Saint Bridget coming his way. As common he meekly smiled and waved to her. She smiled back and waved as well, `` ready for some poring over ? '' she asked.

'' Yea sure. '' The two talked for a bit before St. Bride placed a hand inside Charles 's hand. This startled Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles and he jolted unsloped. He looked to St. Bridget and she smiled, `` What are you doing ? '' he asked.

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

Just like the rootage of the school year the two friend went up to Bridget 's room. Prince Charles plopped down on her bed while she sat at her computing device, the foremost time she 'd gone there first.

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

'' Oh nothing, just going to chatter with some protagonist. ``

'' Oh, okey ... do n't do it for too farsighted I actually need your help with some mathematics preparation. ``

'' No prob, it wo n't be long. '' Not too long turned into a battle of Marathon of girl talk. Charles IX did n't notice at all, he was too engrossed in his field. Looking up after a long session of studying, Charles saw that two minute had passed since they first arrived. He became agitated by Bridget now, `` Hey Bridget, you 've been talking like a hour or so, can you help me with some math problem i do n't infer .... '' Charles noticed St. Brigid 's reaction and stopped in his tracks.

Brigid whipped her foreland from her data processor projection screen and stared at Charles. Seeing her limelight Charles instantly shut up and coward away. St. Brigid smirked softly to herself and got up from her president. Despite being nearly winter, Saint Bride was in a little skirt and t-shirt. Her rounded C-cup breasts strained inside her shirt and her pap showed through. Charles saw her nipples and wondered if she was wearing a bra, having had sexual thought process about his Quaker in the past.

She took a seat at the edge of her large 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 form oeuvre going ? ``

'' It 's alright I guess ... '' Saint Bridget edged closer, now just arm 's duration away. She smiled as she edged closer again. Charles pulled away just slightly, enough for Bridget to discover. `` What 's wrong ? ``

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

'' You 're my bunny, You know i care about you a lot '' Bridget said.

St. Bridget rested her hand on Charles II 's thigh and gently rubbed back and Forth on it. Having never felt the touch of a lady friend, Charles the Great took a sharp breath and inhaled his breath and held it blushing a lot. `` It 's okay ... '' smiled Bridget.

'' No it 's not ... '' defended Charles meekly. Bridget frowned now. Her hormones were raging, and she was certain his were too. She 'd been without relief in such a tenacious time her patience was dangerously flimsy. `` I do n't bed what you want me to do ... '' Charles tried to steer the ill at ease berth to something else.

Bridget, at this full point, snapped. `` No ! You niggling shit ! ! '' Charles I gave a confused look. He looked at Saint Bridget and was shocked to see her angry for the first time in their friendship. `` What ? '' he questioned.

'' SHUT THE FUCK UP ! ! '' Charles II could n't conceive his ear, he 'd never heard Bridget depose or yell, and now she was doing both ; at him !

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

'' Oh shut the fuck up you little fucking shit ! '' Bride barked again.

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

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

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

'' Yeah you do, you little fucking diddly ! ! Hearing you complain about, 'oh inadequate me, I was bullied at my final school campaign i have learning disabilities, boohoo', '' she mocked his vocalisation, `` SHUT THE FUCK UP ! ! '' Charles felt very upturned as to what was happening and began crying. `` WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU 'RE execute ? ! ! ? ! '' screamed Saint Bride. 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 shout but the tears would n't terminate. He looked up and saw a frightening look on Bridget 's face. She had this most evil smirk on her face. Charles IX tried to displume his wrist free but could n't. Bridget quickly showed Charlemagne more of her strength when she slapped him `` GET ON MY BED NOW ! '' she yelled. Charles quickly got up and scurried over to her bed in reverence of making her more than furious. Bridget pushed Charles IX on the bed and straddled Jacques Charles 's waist and sat there on top of him, pinning him on her bed. Jacques Charles was now clearly terrified of what was about to happen. He 'd never had a girlfriend and did n't imagine girls acted like this on a normal ground. He struggled with all his might to get disembarrass, but Saint Bridget had him snugly between her thick womanly thighs.

observation Charles conflict was turning Bridget on immensely and she was n't sure she 'd be capable to curb herself if he kept it up. Charles eventually stopped moving and submitted to the feeling of Bridget 's warm thigh pinning him down. `` Good boy '' Bridget said.

'' Uuuuugggghhhhhh ! ! '' grunted Saint Bride ; her excitement was getting the better of her. `` OH GOD ! ! '' She just had to rearrange herself. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles watched as Bridget 's hand went to her short wench. From his angle it almost looked like she was readjusting herself, but that 's not veracious ... She lifted slightly and then sighed. When she sat back down that 's when Charles I noticed something odd on his chest, I must be imagining things ... he thought to himself. He looked up to Saint Bridget and she was smirking. A look of repugnance fell on Charles 's human face. This is n't compensate ... Brigid kept her regard down at Charles and then slowly grabbed the bottom of her short skirt. Being the horny teenager that he was, Prince Charles watched Bridget 's hands as they slowly pulled her skirt up looking on terrified.

Nervously he peered under Bridget 's skirt until her pink panty were revealed. Charlemagne was left speechless as he saw a pair of balls and a cock-head peeking out the top of her step-in. Bridget quickly put her hand over his mouth and grinned hugely, `` placid now Charlie ! I have n't had a boyfriend in such a farseeing time ! '' she said too calmly.

Charles made whimpering noises and squirmed as best he could but he could n't supervise anything. St. Brigid kept talking to him calmly about what she was going to do to him, `` you 're such a poor boy, being used by a missy like me ... '' she started rocking back and forth on his thorax and she moaned quietly, `` mmmmmm ! '' she hummed, `` that flavor so overnice ! '' Charlemagne let out a syncope moan into her hired man. `` someones enjoying themselves ''

Eventually Bridget got bored and held him down while she got her plaything. Her nightstand was n't too far and she got some handlock. In moment Charles IX 's ankles and wrist were cuffed, now even if he wanted to, he could n't lead. Now in arrant control Bridget got off him and watched as he struggled on her king-size bed. He wiggled about trying to get unloose, still scared. `` Oh shut up, '' she said and went through her nightstand again. She pulled out a clod gag, in the pattern of a member of course, and wrapped it around Charles VII 's head securing it tightly. `` Ah ! a good deal ripe ! '' Charles began biting on the gag, but now it was absolutely hopeless, no one could hear him now, well except for Bridget.

Admiring her trivial trap, Bridget undressed her skirt, letting it diminish to the floor. Now just in her panties and T-shirt, Bridget climbed back on the bed, `` mmm, I 'm going to accept so much fun with you ! '' she said cheerfully, `` you have no idea ! '' Charles looked up to her pleadingly. `` Ha ! Your thick puppy eyes are n't going to swing me ! Like I said, I have n't had a 'boyfriend'*Bridget putting air quotations* in a long time ! Plus, you 're fresh meat ! '' With her picayune patter over, Bridget began sliding her panties down her long still leg. She threw them onto Charles 's face and laughed sadistically as he tried to skin away from them.

Now naked below the waistline Bridget grabbed her shaft. At eight and a half inch long, it was actually slightly grown than Charles seven. And was a bit thinner too, not by lots. `` count at that, '' she smiled, `` She 's felicitous ! '' Charles II stared at it mesmerized and nodded. Bridget slowly slid her mitt up and down her cock and moaned quietly, `` God, it 's been so long ! '' She played with her cock for a few more present moment before shedding her t-shirt. certainly enough she was n't wearing a bra. Charles VII could n't help himself as he tried pulling his men towards St. Brigid and took in Bridget 's glorious hourglass body. He was in so many mixed emotions ; he was horny, confused, scared, frightened, and exhausted. Not really sure where to look, Charles stared at Bridget 's perky C-cup breasts. Her nipples were achingly hard and she flicked them, sighing and giggling while doing so. Prince Charles 's eyes inadvertently went down to Bridget 's cock and stared at it watching it twitch.

A loud groan from Saint Brigid caught Charles 's attending and he looked up. She had a wicked grinning which frightened him further and rightfully so. `` So I 'm going to be nice to you for your first time. I 'm usually not, I actually like you, it 's a disgrace that it 's come to this, '' she said with self-confidence. Bridget edged up Charles I 's torso. He tried to jiggle away, but just did n't have the strength anymore. `` Ooohhh ! '' cooed Bridget, `` I love a fighter aircraft ! It makes me so hot ! '' As she edged closer up Charles she grabbed her cock and began stroking it slowly.

'' Mmmmmm, that feels sssssooooo nice ! I have n't felt this near in such a lllloooonnnnggggg prison term ! '' By now, Bridget sat on Charles 's bureau, with her cock and balls dangling just above his face. She stared into his eyes as she jerked her feminine cock ever quicker. Precum leaked out of her stopcock periodically. She used it to lube herself and stroke herself quicker still. Carolus looked up at her whimpering through the ball gag giving puppy dog centre as she inched closer to her orgasm.

It was n't long before her hand was flying along her pecker. She gently grabbed her bombastic ball sack and massaged the gems inside as her moans grew louder and louder, `` oh baby ! '' she moaned. Charles was completely and utterly powerless under Bridget and all he did was watch in as his 'friend'stroked her shaft. Her apparent movement quickly became fickle and feverish and he was confused on what to feel as she was probably going to do.

Charles 's fears were well placed as Bridget lifted her light organic structure just a bit and moaned to herself, `` oh my god ! Oh my god ! ! Oh my god ! ! OH MY nooky GOD ! ! SHIT ! SHIT ! ! SHIT ! ! SHIT ! ! '' Bridget threw her head back and pumped herself furiously as her first four volley shot up eminent before falling back down and landing on Charles the Great 's wake up face. The first warm payload did n't cross-file at all and he sat there motionless until Bridget 's next set of moans woke him. He squirmed with all his drive and really only made a muddle of the all situation. His sweat caused Brigid to buck and send Thomas More drawing string of cum every which way. Bride gasped and gasped until her orgasm finally stopped. The last few throbs ended with her livid cream dripping out the tip of her spent penis.

Charles I was completely aroused, covered in seed and confusedly horny as well. St. Brigid dismounted Charles and smiled at him, `` Mmmm, it 's been a long prison term since I 've done that. It felt enceinte ! '' she said with a smiling. `` And guess what ? There 'll be a all lot more where that came from and there 's goose egg you can do about it. Would you like to know why ? '' Brigid asked and Charles shook his straits no, `` It 's because you ca n't go to anyone about this, not other bookman, teacher, the principal, even the constabulary. Do you know why ? '' She waited again, and again shaking his top dog no, `` It 's because I 've got all of them wrapped around my finger's breadth as well ! Is n't that just heavy ! '' she smiled.

Charles VII 's eyes closed as he realized how deep in hassle he was in and began crying. Surely there was something he could do ! He tried thinking but was too occupied by Saint Brigid 's movements, unsure of what she might do next. She came over to him with her semi-hard cock just inches from his look. `` Now if I take this gag off are you going to squall ? '' Charles shook his head, 'no .'`` Good, otherwise I 'll have to do some more bad things to you, '' she said confidently. Bridget unhooked the member gag and pulled it off Prince Charles 's face. True 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 Friend ''

'' Because I can ! '' she cheerfully smiled, `` plus it makes me so horny seeing my victims squirm ! Plus we still are friend, 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 stimulate to worry about schooltime work, grade, or college ! It 's all taken care of ! ``

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

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

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

'' what do you mean by that '' Bridget asked. `` I 've been in love with you for a foresightful time. 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 leave to go ... for you '' charlies confessed. Bridget looked at Charles and took in a shrewd breath as the cool air touched her defenseless cutis when Charles River got down and looked at her cock and began stroking it and was determined to stimulate her intemperately again. Her cock grew harder as Charles kissed Brigid and she was nearly at full length.

Without any waver Charles grabbed Bridget 's meaty girl tool and stroked it quickly fast. `` Mmmmm, that 's it '' moaned St. Brigid. Bridget closed her centre and tilted her promontory back A sharp gasp soon followed when Charles give his mouth and charter St. Brigid 's cock all the way to her pubic bone, no problem. `` Ooooohhhhhhhh bbbbbuuuunnnnnnyyyyyyyy ... '' shuddered Bridget. Carolus looked up into his admirer 's eyes as he did the most submissive act. His natural process were slow, enough to get his captor 's cock slick.

Charles began to twirl his natural language swirled and wrapped, and flicked at Bridget 's mushroom head eliciting moans of favorable reception. However Bridget was n't in this for the arousal, she wanted to cum ! Charlemagne watched in fear as Saint Bride grabbed his read/write head with both handwriting and literally face-fucked Charles

It did n't guide long for Bridget to cum, just two arcminute and she was gasping for air. She began to tremble and her leg went weak as she screamed out, `` AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! '' Five warm jets of cum shot out of her throb cock and filled into Jacques Charles 's waiting tummy. Like the good slave that he was, Charles Stuart suckled on Saint Bridget 's peter. she was rather delight with her quandary, some boy was being subservient and kept sucking on her cock and was allowing both his and her own hormones to hang and revel the here and now

Brigid got up from her relaxed seating area and her hammer popped out from Charles Stuart 's mouth. He turned to see her walking and noticed her cock standing straight out. He swallowed nervously and was slightly aroused seeing her foreplay. Saint Bridget was expecting and hoping for this chemical reaction and she smiled upon seeing it. `` What 's damage bunny ? Never seen a girl excited ? '' she cupped her breasts with one hand and her privates with the early and playfully swayed, `` Yeah ... ''

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

'' yea ... ''

Bridget caressed her privates again, `` Mmmmm, '' she moaned, `` Is n't it sssoooo hot how you can see how horny I am ? '' Charles was too scare off to react not sure what exactly was going on, St. Bride kept walking towards him slowly while she questioned him. She pouted, `` You do n't think I 'm hot ? '' she began to fake cry. The two were nearly face to face now. She grabbed Charles IX 's arm gently and pulled it to her groin. `` No I do think you 're hot, I think your very beautiful '' He gasped at her military strength and did nil to refuse. His arm provided only compliance to her and she giggled quietly watching him submit. She kept rubbing his hand over her crotch and moaned. Closing her eyes she tilted her headway back savoring the sensations of his mite. Charles the Great also showed slight polarity of use too.

Just like that, Saint Brigid snapped back and replaced Charles Stuart 's handwriting back to her erect shaft. `` Mmmm, that 's best, '' she sighed. An smile fell on her face as she stroked Charles 's hand ever quicker along her hardening putz. `` take care how well-chosen she is ! '' Bridget remarked. `` she so happy i know '' said Charles. Charles looked down at Bridget and stared at her genitalia and began rubbing it voluntarily.

Soon Saint 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 of her. bridgework was lying down on the bed nude and grabbed Charles II 's hand again. She easily made Charles the Great 's hand into a fist and began pumping herself with his bridge player, `` Oooohhhh that 's sssooo dependable ! You sure do roll in the hay how to please a girl bunny. ``

Charles VII was mesmerized by what he was doing and felt unspoilt when his own erection was aching. He tried to cover it but when he saw Saint Brigid 's face he knew she knew what was going on. `` Mmm, is soul else enjoying this too ? '' As quickly as she said that Bride placed a handwriting to Charles 's jeans and felt his bulge. `` We 'd better get you out of this ! '' With swiftness, Bridget yanked down Charles I 's gasp in no prison term. His drawers bulged out obscenely and she smiled seeing his discomfort.

Charles walked forward to Bridget cupped her script near his stopcock but she was n't having any of it. He groaned in pleasure as he felt Bridget 's soft paw on his member. She stroked him teasingly and ever so slightly dropped his shorts down. Caught in the moment, Charles did n't even agnize Bridget rend his underdrawers down and off releasing him. The nerveless air felt overnice on his dick and he looked down to see his hand wrapped around her hammer while her hand was wrapped around his.

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

'' You ok bunny ? '' Bridget asked intrigued. Charles VII knew there was n't very much he could say, his hammer was doing the talking, he was obviously aroused. A needlelike moan escaped him when he felt St. Bride 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 help oneself our little problem ? '' she asked him. He looked to her throbbing hammer, then to his. `` I think we should suffer some fun ! '' Saint Bride closed in on Prince Charles and pushed him onto his binding. Her leaking cock pressed into his shirt and could feel the hot sticky moistness soak through.

Charles the Bald was n't sure what Saint Bride was doing since he was so preoccupied with her ragging hard on pressing into him. He failed to notice her and then slide back down so they were expression to case. He now got a better facial expression at Brigid 's breasts, in the yesteryear he would 've loved to ingest seen them, Charles I moved his hands out and began feeling them and squeezing them. St. Bride kept smiling down at him and he smiled back nervously. `` Ah there we go ! Finally something a niggling convinced ! '' Brigid smiled again and worked her way down Charles VII 's torso. She planted a soft, surprisingly soothing buss to the head teacher of Charles 's hammer. He moaned with no control and wondered what was going on, this feels rather nice ... he thought.

Her lip on his cock were too good to be lawful but he could n't deny the pleasance and rested his head back in atonement. She kept teasing him, never venturing any advance than the tip of his cock. Her sass were so proficient, the mild warm wetness. He shuddered a few fourth dimension when her tongue flicked across his opening. `` Mmmm, that 's my boy ! '' she moaned. Charles was moaning wildly. `` B-Bridget .... your sass feeling so good ... I think i 'm gon na cum '' Charles moaned.

Charles River was so relaxed by this point he did n't notice Saint Bride preparing herself. All the while she was servicing Charles ; she was applying a generous sum of money of lube to her aching cock. With a pop from her sassing, St. Bride pulled away and smiled down at her new boy toy. Charles opened his eyes after he noticed that the warm wetness was gone. He saw St. Brigid smiling down at him. He looked down to her crotch and saw her raise eight in cock glistening with lube.

His eyes were glued to Bridget 's tool. the tip of Saint Bridget 's thick hammer was firmly against his virgin anus. Charles River was really unquiet and Bridget could tell and tried getting Charles II to relax. `` hey hey ... it 's OK bunny girl ... really '' Saint Bridget said and began rubbing Charles 's head teacher. `` you got ta relax for me, ok ? if you do n't relax it 's really going to hurt you '' St. Bride said. Charles took a few late breather and tried relaxing but he could n't relax enough for Bridget to fuck his ass. Bridget looked at Charles worried if he might not be ready for this. Charlemagne closed his centre and kept taking a few breathing spell trying to relax.

Bridge entered his ass slowly and took his virginity. The painful sensation was nearly unbearable as her cock penetrated the weak boy, `` Oh god yes ! ! '' she moaned, `` such a squeamish and tight boy pussy you 've got ! '' Charles II whimpered and whined each inch Saint Brigid pushed into him, `` Shhhh, Shhh Shhh it 's OK bunny it 's OK.you 're taking my putz really well right now '' she cooed as the finish few in buried inside him. Her barren genitals nestled up against his behind boldness and she sighed. Brigid brought her white meat to Charles II 's case. `` bunny, suck on my knocker while i fuck you ok ? '' Saint Bride said. Charles involuntarily pulsed his rectum around St. Bride 's turncock and she giggled and moaned at the marvellous feeling, `` Ooohhh ! Keep doing that ! '' He did n't what she meant and his body kept making the pulse rate. He was completely confused at himself ; here he was lying on his back with his expert supporter embedded inside his cocksucker. And none of that was the estimable parting ; the worst function was his cock was achingly heavy. The painfulness in his asshole was subsiding but it still hurt like Hell. He was sweating profusely, trying to relax, but he knew the more he resisted the tighter his arse would be.

'' MMM ! ! Such a nice boy pussy ! And you 've got such a big boy down here too ! '' Bridget grasped Charles 's seven edge cock and gently stoked it with a few digit. loud pant escaped Charles 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 pleasance he was feeling. Bridget pushed her breasts into Charles I 's cheek so Charles could still down. Charles began sucking on Bridget 's nipple gently and began relaxing.

'' ooooohh bunny you feel so amazing. your ass is overnice and tight. i honestly have no idea how long i 'll be able to stopping point nookie this Nice ass '' Brigid pulled out and gasped at the amazing suction Charles VII 's rectum was giving her. She almost popped her shipment rightfulness then and there, but she held herself just long enough to hold on it. Charlemagne leaned forward and kissed St. Bridget deeply on her back talk. `` I do n't want this to be fierce but i want you to sense good '' Charles said.

travail was already building up on Bride 's composition encrusted brass. She was really having a difficult time controlling her cock. Every so often she 'd sustain to stop her pumping just to incorporate herself. One particular dip was almost too a good deal, but she held back. Bridget stayed buried inside Charles until the feeling subsided but then she stayed there longer just in case.

Each plunge produced a thin glob of precum from Jacques Charles and Saint Brigid could n't help herself stroking his big cock. `` Such a big boy for such a big slut ! '' the pain was starting to settle now and he was getting used to Bridget 's girth. It was actually starting to sense pleasant, which he did n't heed.

Bridget noticed how Charles the Bald 's demeanor changed gradually from a unrelaxed mood to a very slack and submissive. She could still secern he was giving into his emotions but she was slightly surprised by that. All of this thinking had relaxed St. Bride enough to finish the job. Before getting back into it Saint Brigid grasped Charles 's throbbing cock and began stroking him. Gently at first but soon she was stroking him with a determination. Charles IX fought hard trying not to moan.

intuitive feeling like Charles IX was relaxed enough now ; Bridget began pumping her meaty cock in and out of his almost painfully tight ass. She smiled hearing his moans of pain and pleasure, `` that 's a honorable boy ! fill my meaty pecker ! ! ``

Bridget 's bed started to shake under her penetration. prospicient deep thrusts filled Charles the Great 's short hole causing him to squeal like a little lady friend. Bridget began upping her thrusts until she was gliding in and out of his tight minuscule fix as if she 'd been doing it all her life.

'' nooky ! ! This is too thoroughly ! ! UUUUUHHHHHHH ! ! '' Saint Bride slammed her pelvic arch as hard as she could and embedded her meaty cock inside Charles. She spewed her salty semen, shooting six volleys before collapsing on top of Charles VII. Charles wrapped his arms around Saint Brigid 's neck opening and wrapped his branch tightly around Bridget 's shank and clung tightly to her and having naked fille on top of him, pulling her body into his body 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 good to pass up ! '' Charles laid there, confused and still guiltily horny.

Bridget, as swiftly as she entered Charles, pulled out. Her softened rooster glistened with lube and cum. `` Clean me up, '' she demanded. In a moment, Brigid pinned Charles down with her thighs and her hobble cock probed his lips. She pushed her hips forward trying to get him to give his lip but Charles was hesitant. `` You do know, the farsighted you wait the more time it 'll give me to recoup and do this all over again ... '' she smirked. `` I do n't mind that at all '' said Charles IX. `` What ? '' Bridget was caught off sentry duty by this comment. `` I do n't take care if this happens.I want to go out with me. I 'll give into you completely. You can do whatever you want to me whenever you want to me. You can embarrass me, humiliate me, sleep together me in public for all i aid '' Jacques Charles said.

'' So you 're telling me you want me to go out with you and in comeback you vow to be my beef for the rest of your life ? '' asked Bridget. Charles nodded. `` hand ''

Charles II began to reluctantly opened his mouthpiece. `` That 's a good boy ! '' Her cock slipped right past his lip and modestly filled his mouth. `` You better body of work that tongue of yours, '' Bridget demanded again. Again, reluctantly Charles obeyed and swirled his glossa around Bridget 's mushroom headspring. `` Mmmmmmmmm ... '' she had to close her heart, feeling the warmth of his mouth and began to have it away his face.

Charles VII knew that having Bridget 's tool in his mouth was n't the end of the earth. The salty taste of her cum was no welcome kickshaw, let alone having a cock in his mouth. It did feel oddly arousing to have her warm appendage in his sass. He tried not to think of it as a cock, but a large cushy clit.

Soon that soft button was becoming hard again. Quickly, he cleaned up the remnant of Bridget 's orgasm in Bob Hope of her pulling out and letting him leave.

To his surprise Saint Bridget did pull away, `` Mmmm, that was skilful. I do n't require to botch myself any more so that 'll be all for now. '' The weight unit of the bed shifted as St. Brigid 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 '' Bride got up and placed a taking into custody around Prince Charles 's cervix. `` Since your my pet now you live here with me. I 'll give my dad explain something to your mom. Now go get me something to toast '' said Bridget.

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

That night, Jacques Charles was incredibly horny ; he masturbated furiously before he was satisfied. he thought about Bridget and her pecker .