Prince Charles 's get-go day of school was a vast rest period. Having alternate schooltime due to how the school itself treated him. Charles II 's family decided to adjourn 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 competition with the master copy school. One of his classmate inside his 4th block grade made a comment saying `` he 's switching over to the iniquity face. '' Acting like he was n't eavesdropping Charles decided to say zero. After transferring to the school he looked around and tried getting intimate with the school and where his classes are.

He chatted along with the three girls from the hallway on offprint occasions asking them for help throughout the day. He still did n't feel comfortable talking to them, but they seemed squeamish enough and Charles appreciated their avail in telling him where to go. All was going well for the untried school year for Charles River and he was looking up for a salutary year.

It was Fri of the for the first time week that really got Charles excited. He was early for classes today and was at his desk rummaging through his Christian Bible bag for the right Koran. He noticed for the first time a very pretty missy to his right. She was a little brusk than him, maybe 5 metrical foot 6 in, and not much Thomas More than 120 pounds. She had foresightful wavelike brunette pilus which hung all the way down to the small of her rear. Charlemagne stared at her in awe. He was brought from his regard 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 the Bald was still blushing but could n't impart himself to rationalise due to his shy nature.

flavor immensely embarrassed by what he 'd done, Prince Charles quickly got his things and left not even glancing at the young woman and went to the bathroom. Again unknown quantity to Charles Stuart, the girl waved cheerio to him but she frowned again feeling humiliated. The girl 's heart rose though, despite her rejection. Heading for stratum and throwing her packsack over her shoulder she smirked to herself, `` perfect ! '' is all she said to herself.

Charlemagne sat in his first class with butterflies in his stomach. His judgment was only focused on the perfect picture in his mind, the young woman, he had no idea what her figure was, was his definition of ravisher. The unanimous morning time Charles could n't center on anything else but that girl to most people that 's viewed as creepy but for Charles River it was a rule thing. Jacques Charles suffered from a few encyclopedism handicap and had a hard metre picking up on cue that were often misinterpreted by his military action. 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 half of grade Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles went to his footlocker again.

Again the miss was at her footlocker, she was bent over, on purpose maybe ? Charles the Great could just barely see under her skirt, being the horny teenager he was he could n't hive off his optic from the spectacle before him. Her skirt nearly rode up to her butt but her step-in just covered. The miss rose up quickly feeling eye on her bottom. She quickly turned to see Charles VII staring at her again. This time she waved again, making surely he saw. Charles blushed even more but from being caught looking at her inappropriately and did n't really sleep with what to do, so he turned around from embarrassment and stood still.

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

'' Um ... s-sorry '' is all Carolus 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 trice and smile.

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

'' I 'll see yeah 'round ! '' Bridget spun on her heel and walked down the hallway, making indisputable her pelvis swayed overtly. Charles VII stared at Bride again as she walked way.

Her long smooth legs caused his pants to tighten. Embarrassed, Charles River hurriedly got his things and left for his hold out set of classes.

Again Charles I had Bridget 's shapely trunk and face in his mind as he sat zombie-like in his socio-economic class. The relaxation of the day went by seemingly instantly as his mind was picturing the beauty all afternoon. He stopped by the main agency and was given a padlock with a locker turn to it. `` We 've gotten your footlocker billet sorted, now you wont need to carry all your books in your haversack '' the peeress behind the front desk said. Charles went over to throw off off his Word of God and again Bridget was there. She, again, was bent over showing off her long aphrodisiac legs standing in the middle of the antechamber looking at them. Carolus soaked in the survey 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 Brigid smiling again. `` Think you could help with my preparation ? '' she asked.

'' I do n't know ..., what category do you have ? '' asked Charles.

'' The usual, maths, skill, English, geographics, and American chronicle. ``

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

'' Okay keen ! '' she chirped, `` wan na come back to my place ? ``

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

'' oh come on, do n't be such a stick in the mud, it 'll be bully i promise '' Bridget said smiling. `` l-let me post my mom a textbook so she knows then '' Charlemagne said nervously and pulled his earpiece out.

The two quickly got the stuff they needed and Charles IX followed St. Bride place to her place.

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

'' Is this really your situation ? ``

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

'' It 's vex ... '' said Charles.

'' Thanks, let 's go to my room so we can take. '' Charles was lost and stared at the giant family in astonishment as he followed Bride up the long elegant stairway and down the long hallway of the spendthrift mansion.

The two spent the afternoon alone in Bridget 's room studying for the most piece. Of course they chatted and were becoming fast Friend. `` So, it 's your first yr here. ``

'' Yeah, '' he said.

'' Made many friends yet ? ``

'' Not really. It 's only been a week. p-plus i 'm not in any rushing to fix a lot of friends. I just hope no one treats me as the pariah like everyone else did back at my other senior high school, that 's actually the intellect why I left my terminal school. That and the school day did n't want to put up with my learning disabilities and treat situation properly like they should 've ''

'' Oh hapless you, '' sympathized Brigid, `` hopefully you wo n't be meeting the great unwashed like that here ! '' Bridget began stroking the English of Charles 's head as if he was a dog. Charles enjoyed the feeling of Saint Bride 's paw caressing his face.

The two talked and studied the rest of the night, Charles VII having had dinner at Saint Bride 's before leaving for home. Over the following month the two had regular field session at Bridget 's. Charles VII made a few friends during the clip, one was a guy and the other was a young lady. But for Charles, Brigid was his best friend ; he 'd do almost anything for her.

In the middle of Oct things started to change for Charles I. In their most recent study sitting the inevitable conversation occurred, they started talking about kinship. `` So induce you ever had a lady friend ? ``

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

'' Why not ? ``

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

'' You know you can secern me anything, ripe bunny ? '' Bridget said.

'' well ... sometime during my soph class, last year, there was a fille i liked who was inside my English socio-economic class, and i asked her if it 'd b possible to gather up. we agreed on Saturday the same week i biked up hill to the school to meet her. I waited 3 hours and she did n't depict up. i walked around the school 5 times and no one was there. then the following Monday i saw her in year 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 forgather up with you cause i think your a creep but i did n't wan na be rude and reject you .'and i asked her 'so you thought it 'd anguish more to say yes and not show up instead telling me no ?'and she said yes. I literally grabbed my stuff and left and walked family that day. That was the only if sentence i ever asked anyone out too ... '' Charles said holding back tears.

St. Brigid was left speechless on and rubbed Charles 's book binding 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 recollect 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 prep and study and the two got back on track. By now though, Bridget had been adding Sir Thomas More and more work to Prince Charles 's load, which so far he had n't noticed

To test her projection, St. Bride left her work on her bed and made her way to her figurer. Charles did n't placard and she logged on and started chatting online with her girlfriends. Charles II worked on the homework and study hard, almost forgetting about Saint Brigid in the process.

As the calendar week wore on Bridget got away with less and less homework until mid-November she was n't doing any of it. Carolus did n't fix anymore acquaintance, just the 1 he already had. His trump Friend ended up in a few of his classes, but most at dejeuner. Kaleb and Natalie were his best friends other than Bridget. He 'd spend some time with them at lunch and had enjoyed their courteous little circle with their friends. He 'd often be doing preparation though, or studying at luncheon, whether it was his or St. Bride 's or even one of Bridget 's friends.

During lunch Jacques Charles had nowhere to sit and saw Bridget. Bride noticed and waved him over inviting him to sit with her. Charles VII sat down and Bridget stroking his cheek. `` W-what are you doing ? '' Charles asked nervously. `` showing my friends that your my bunny silly '' bridge deck said. bridgework leaned forward and kissed Charles on his nerve. Charles 's face turned red as his trey fell from his script and processed what just happened. `` d-d-did you just '' Charles was babbling trying to find the words to speak. bridge decided to start out rubbing her face against the spot where she had kissed Charles on his face. `` Ca n't i read affection to my cuddwy wittle bunny rabbit ? '' bridge circuit said in a childish feeling. Charlemagne sat there and said null. `` They should just go out and get it over with '' one of Saint Brigid '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 friends and him and thought their friendship was exquisitely. They 'd talked about family relationship and he knew Bridget had n't had a boyfriend in a spell 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. Carolus was at his footlocker grabbing things for his study session with Bridget. He saw out of the 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 Brigid placed a mitt inside Charles River 's helping hand. This startled Charlemagne and he jolted good. He looked to Bridget and she smiled, `` What are you doing ? '' he asked.

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

Just like the first of the shoal year the two friends went up to Bridget 's room. Charles plopped down on her bed while she sat at her computer, the for the first time meter she 'd gone there first.

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

'' Oh nothing, just going to chat with some ally. ``

'' Oh, okay ... do n't do it for too longsighted I actually need your avail with some mathematics homework. ``

'' No prob, it wo n't be long. '' Not too long turned into a endurance contest of girl talking. Charles did n't notice at all, he was too engrossed in his studies. Looking up after a tenacious session of studying, Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles saw that two hours had passed since they first arrived. He became agitated by Bride now, `` Hey Bridget, you 've been talking like a hour or so, can you serve me with some math trouble i do n't empathise .... '' Charles noticed Saint Bridget 's reaction and stopped in his tracks.

Saint Brigid whipped her head from her computer cover and stared at Charles. Seeing her glare Charles instantly shut up and coward away. Bridget smirked softly to herself and got up from her electric chair. Despite being nearly winter, Bridget was in a short skirt and t-shirt. Her rounded C-cup chest strained inside her shirt and her mammilla showed through. Charles saw her nipple and wondered if she was wearing a bra, having had sexual thinking about his friend in the past.

She took a tail end 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 class work going ? ``

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

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

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

Bridget rested her handwriting on Charles IX 's thigh and gently rubbed back and forth on it. Having never felt the touch of a girl, Charles took a precipitous breath and inhaled his intimation and held it blushing a lot. `` It 's okay ... '' smiled Bridget.

'' No it 's not ... '' defended Charles the Great meekly. St. Brigid frowned now. Her internal secretion were raging, and she was sure his were too. She 'd been without backup in such a longsighted time her patience was dangerously thin. `` I do n't sleep together what you want me to do ... '' Charles II tried to point the unenviable situation to something else.

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

'' SHUT THE nookie UP ! ! '' Prince Charles could n't believe his ears, he 'd never heard Bridget depone or shout, and now she was doing both ; at him !

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

'' Oh shut the fuck up you piffling fucking shit ! '' Saint Bridget barked again.

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

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

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

'' Yeah you do, you little fucking shit ! ! Hearing you complain about, 'oh poor me, I was bullied at my last school cause i have learning disability, boohoo', '' she mocked his vox, `` SHUT THE FUCK UP ! ! '' Charles felt very upset as to what was happening and began crying. `` WHAT THE fuck DO YOU THINK YOU 'RE DOING ? ! ! ? ! '' screamed Bridget. Charles VII was crying to himself and felt afraid to reply at all, having never seen her like this. He tried as quickly as he could to blockade vociferation but the split would n't stop. He looked up and saw a fearsome look on St. Bride 's case. She had this most vicious smirk on her facial expression. Charles tried to pull his wrists free but could n't. Bridget quickly showed Charles more of her long suit when she slapped him `` GET ON MY BED NOW ! '' she yelled. Charles quickly got up and scurried over to her bed in fear of making her more than furious. Brigid pushed Charles Stuart 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 happen. He 'd never had a lady friend and did n't call back little girl acted like this on a normal foundation. He struggled with all his might to get free, but Bridget had him snugly between her midst womanly thighs.

watching Charles struggle was turning Bridget on immensely and she was n't sure she 'd be able to keep in line herself if he kept it up. Charles eventually stopped moving and submitted to the feeling of St. Brigid 's quick second joint pinning him down. `` Good boy '' Bridget said.

'' Uuuuugggghhhhhh ! ! '' grunted Saint Brigid ; her agitation was getting the better of her. `` OH GOD ! ! '' She just had to rearrange herself. Charles the Bald watched as St. Brigid 's mitt went to her short dame. From his angle it almost looked like she was readjusting herself, but that 's not proper ... She lifted slightly and then sighed. When she sat back down that 's when Charlemagne noticed something odd on his chest of drawers, I must be imagining things ... he thought to himself. He looked up to Bridget and she was smirking. A facial expression of horror fell on Charles 's face. This is n't right ... Bridget kept her gaze down at Charles the Bald and then slowly grabbed the merchant ship of her short skirt. Being the horny teenager that he was, Charles watched Bridget 's hands as they slowly pulled her bird up looking on terrified.

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

Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles made whimpering racket and squirmed as best he could but he could n't manage anything. Saint 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 girl like me ... '' she started rocking back and Forth on his chest of drawers and she moaned quietly, `` mmmmmm ! '' she hummed, `` that smell so nice ! '' Charles the Bald let out a syncope groan into her hired hand. `` someones enjoying themselves ''

Eventually Brigid got bored and held him down while she got her plaything. Her nightstand was n't too far and she got some handcuffs. In moments Charles 's mortise joint and radiocarpal joint were cuffed, now even if he wanted to, he could n't leave. Now in consummate ascendence Bridget got off him and watched as he struggled on her king-sized bed. He wiggled about trying to get loose, still scared. `` Oh shut up, '' she said and went through her nightstand again. She pulled out a Ball gag, in the shape of a phallus of trend, and wrapped it around Charles 's head securing it tightly. `` Ah ! Much better ! '' Charles Stuart began biting on the gag, but now it was absolutely hopeless, no one could hear him now, well except for Bridget.

Admiring her little trap, Bridget undressed her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Now just in her panties and t-shirt, Bridget climbed back on the bed, `` mmm, I 'm going to have so a good deal fun with you ! '' she said cheerfully, `` you have no idea ! '' Charles Stuart looked up to her pleadingly. `` Ha ! Your midst puppy eyes are n't going to sway me ! Like I said, I have n't had a 'boyfriend'*Bridget putting air quotations* in a yearn time ! Plus, you 're fresh meat ! '' With her little spiel over, Bridget began sliding her panties down her recollective suave legs. She threw them onto Prince Charles 's aspect and laughed sadistically as he tried to struggle away from them.

Now naked below the waist Bridget grabbed her stopcock. At eight and a half inches long, it was actually slightly swelled than Charles seven. And was a bit dilutant too, not by practically. `` Look at that, '' she smiled, `` She 's happy ! '' Charles Stuart stared at it mesmerized and nodded. St. Brigid slowly slid her script up and down her cock and moaned quietly, `` God, it 's been so long ! '' She played with her cock for a few more here and now before shedding her T-shirt. sure enough she was n't wearing a bra. Charles could n't assist himself as he tried pulling his hands towards Saint Bride and took in Bridget 's splendiferous hourglass physical structure. He was in so many coalesce emotions ; he was horny, confused, scared, frightened, and exhausted. Not really sure enough where to look, Charles stared at Bridget 's perky C-cup boob. Her nipples were achingly toilsome and she flicked them, sighing and giggling while doing so. Charles II 's eye inadvertently went down to Brigid 's pecker 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 Nice to you for your maiden clip. I 'm usually not, I actually like you, it 's a shame that it 's come to this, '' she said with self-confidence. Bridget edged up Charles the Bald 's trunk. He tried to wiggle away, but just did n't stimulate the strength anymore. `` Ooohhh ! '' cooed Saint Bride, `` I love a fighter ! It makes me so hot ! '' As she edged closer up Charles the Bald she grabbed her shaft and began stroking it slowly.

'' Mmmmmm, that feels sssssooooo dainty ! I have n't felt this good in such a lllloooonnnnggggg fourth dimension ! '' By now, Bridget sat on Charles the Great 's pectus, with her cock and balls dangling just above his facial expression. She stared into his eyes as she jerked her feminine turncock ever quicker. Precum leaked out of her tool periodically. She used it to lube herself and stroke herself quicker still. Charles the Bald looked up at her whimpering through the ball gag giving pup dog center as she inched closer to her orgasm.

It was n't long before her helping hand was flying along her shaft. She gently grabbed her enceinte ball dismissal 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 lookout in as his 'friend'stroked her cock. Her bowel movement quickly became mercurial and hectic and he was confused on what to sense as she was probably going to do.

Charles 's fears were well placed as St. Bridget lifted her visible radiation body just a bit and moaned to herself, `` oh my god ! Oh my god ! ! Oh my god ! ! OH MY nooky GOD ! ! diddley ! SHIT ! ! SHIT ! ! poop ! ! '' Bridget threw her head back and pumped herself furiously as her first four volleys shot up high before falling back down and landing on Charles 's stimulated face. The first warm loads did n't register at all and he sat there motionless until St. Brigid 's next set of moans woke him. He squirmed with all his exertion and really only made a muss of the whole situation. His efforts caused Saint Brigid to hitch and send more than strings of cum every which way. Bridget gasped and gasped until her orgasm finally stopped. The last few throbs ended with her Elwyn Brooks White ointment dripping out the tip of her washed-out penis.

Charles was completely aroused, covered in semen and confusedly horny as well. Bride dismounted Jacques Charles and smiled at him, `` Mmmm, it 's been a long fourth dimension since I 've done that. It felt neat ! '' she said with a smiling. `` And reckon what ? There 'll be a whole lot more where that came from and there 's nil you can do about it. Would you like to know why ? '' Saint Bridget asked and Charles VII shook his head no, `` It 's because you ca n't go to anyone about this, not other students, teachers, the head, even the police. Do you know why ? '' She waited again, and again shaking his drumhead no, `` It 's because I 've got all of them wrapped around my finger as well ! Is n't that just great ! '' she smiled.

Prince Charles 's eyes closed as he realized how deep in worry 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 grimace. `` Now if I take this gag off are you going to cry ? '' Charles II shook his head, 'no .'`` commodity, otherwise I 'll bear to do some more bad affair to you, '' she said confidently. Saint Bride unhooked the penis gag and pulled it off Charles I 's nerve. 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 protagonist, even if I 'm being more emphatic ''

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

'' Well for one, I do n't throw to interest about school study, level, or college ! It 's all taken care 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. Charles felt horrible, he transferred to another schooling trying to get away from his past and now his secure acquaintance, or so he thought, was one of them trying to haunt him. He began tearing up from how dazed he felt for getting himself in this situation.

'' Do n't cry about it too a great deal, Besides your still my bunny girl '' said Bridget and handed him a tissue, `` clean yourself up and get out. '' Saint Bride went to unhinge Charles 's cuffs and sat up and cleaned himself off. `` i 'm not going '' Charles IX said. `` what ? '' `` i 'm not leaving '' Charles Stuart looked at Brigid and leaned in and kissed her deeply. Bridget pushed Charles off of her. `` what are you- '' St. Bridget tried speaking but Charles kept kissing her deeply. `` why are you '' `` i do n't want this to lay off '' Charles River said and looked deeply into Bridget 's eyes. St. Bride looked back and could tell Charles was life-threatening and also knew his hormones were raging at this point.

'' what do you intend by that '' Bridget asked. `` I 've been in dearest with you for a long 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 willing to go ... for you '' charlies confessed. Bridget looked at Charles and took in a sharp breath as the aplomb air touched her naked skin when Charles River got down and looked at her cock and began stroking it and was determined to make her hard again. Her shaft grew harder as Charles IX kissed Bridget and she was nearly at full length.

Without any wavering Charles grabbed Saint Bride 's meaty fille cock and stroked it quickly fast. `` Mmmmm, that 's it '' moaned Bridget. Bridget closed her eyes and tilted her head back A sharp gasp soon followed when Charles the Great open his mouth and demand Bride 's cock all the way to her pubic bone, no problem. `` Ooooohhhhhhhh bbbbbuuuunnnnnnyyyyyyyy ... '' shuddered Bridget. Charles looked up into his friend 's eyes as he did the most submissive act. His actions were slacken, enough to get his captor 's shaft slick.

Charles began to swirl his tongue swirled and wrapped, and flicked at Brigid 's mushroom header eliciting moan of approving. However St. Brigid was n't in this for the foreplay, she wanted to cum ! Charles watched in awe as Bridget grabbed his top dog with both hands and literally face-fucked Prince Charles

It did n't take long for Bridget to cum, just two instant and she was gasping for air. She began to shiver and her ramification went weak as she screamed out, `` AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! '' Five quick jets of cum shot out of her throbbing peter and filled into Charles VII 's waiting abdomen. Like the upright striver that he was, Charles suckled on Bridget 's cock. she was rather pleased with her predicament, some boy was being submissive and kept sucking on her dick and was allowing both his and her own hormones to fall and enjoy the mo

Saint Brigid got up from her relaxed seats and her stopcock popped out from Prince Charles 's oral fissure. He turned to see her walking and noticed her cock standing straight out. He swallowed nervously and was slightly aroused seeing her arousal. Saint Brigid was expecting and hoping for this chemical reaction and she smiled upon seeing it. `` What 's untimely Bunny ? Never seen a lady friend excited ? '' she cupped her titty with one helping hand and her crotch with the early and playfully swayed, `` Yeah ... ''

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

'' yea ... ''

Bride caressed her genitalia again, `` Mmmmm, '' she moaned, `` Is n't it sssoooo hot how you can see how aroused I am ? '' Prince Charles was too scar to reply not trusted what exactly was going on, Bridget kept walking towards him slowly while she questioned him. She pouted, `` You do n't think I 'm hot ? '' she began to bullshit cry. The two were nearly face to brass now. She grabbed Charlemagne 's arm gently and pulled it to her groin. `` No I do cogitate you 're hot, I think your very beautiful '' He gasped at her strength and did cypher to reject. His arm provided only submission to her and she giggled quietly watching him submit. She kept rubbing his hand over her genitals and moaned. Closing her oculus she tilted her head back savoring the sensations of his touch. Charles Stuart also showed cold-shoulder polarity of delectation too.

Just like that, Bridget snapped back and replaced Charles VII 's hand back to her raise shaft. `` Mmmm, that 's amend, '' she sighed. An smiling fell on her aspect as she stroked Charles 's handwriting ever quicker along her hardening shaft. `` Look how glad she is ! '' St. Bride remarked. `` she so happy i know '' said Prince Charles. Prince Charles looked down at Bridget and stared at her privates and began rubbing it voluntarily.

Soon Saint Brigid was kissing Charles River 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. nosepiece was lying down on the bed raw and grabbed Prince Charles 's manus again. She easily made Charles VII 's handwriting into a fist and began pumping herself with his deal, `` Oooohhhh that 's sssooo good ! You sure do make out how to please a miss bunny. ``

Charles was mesmerized by what he was doing and felt good when his own erection was aching. He tried to hide it but when he saw St. 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 paw to Charles 's dungaree and felt his bulge. `` We 'd ameliorate get you out of this ! '' With swiftness, Bridget yanked down Charles 's pants in no time. His boxers bulged out obscenely and she smiled seeing his discomfort.

Charles walked forward to Bridget cupped her hand near his cock but she was n't having any of it. He groaned in pleasure as he felt Saint Brigid 's delicate hand on his member. She stroked him teasingly and ever so slightly dropped his boxers down. Caught in the second, Carolus did n't even realize Saint Bride rive his boxers down and off releasing him. The sang-froid air felt nice on his cock and he looked down to see his mitt wrapped around her cock while her helping hand was wrapped around his.

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

'' You ok bunny ? '' Bride asked intrigued. Charles knew there was n't often he could say, his stopcock was doing the talking, he was obviously aroused. A sharp moan escaped him when he felt Saint Bride tug on his tool. She led him to her bed and sat him down. He looked up to see a smiling St. Brigid before him, `` Now what can we do to help our little job ? '' she asked him. He looked to her throbbing cock, then to his. `` I think we should have some fun ! '' Bridget closed in on Charles I and pushed him onto his spine. Her leaking cock pressed into his shirt and could sense the hot sticky dampness soaking through.

Charles was n't sure what St. Bridget was doing since he was so preoccupied with her ragging difficult on pressing into him. He failed to notice her and then slip back down so they were case to face. He now got a better looking at at Bridget 's breasts, in the past he would 've loved to have seen them, Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles 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 short positive ! '' St. Brigid smiled again and worked her way down Charles the Bald 's torso. She planted a soft, surprisingly soothing kiss to the head of Charles 's cock. He moaned with no ascendence and wondered what was going on, this feels rather nice ... he thought.

Her lips on his peter were too good to be true but he could n't deny the pleasure and rested his brain back in gratification. She kept teasing him, never venturing any further than the tip of his cock. Her lips were so in force, the diffuse warm wetness. He shuddered a few times when her tongue flicked across his opening. `` Mmmm, that 's my boy ! '' she moaned. Charles was moaning wildly. `` B-Bridget .... your mouth smell so good ... I think i 'm gon na cum '' Charles IX moaned.

Charles was so slack by this point he did n't observe Bridget preparing herself. All the while she was servicing Charles ; she was applying a generous sum of lube to her aching stopcock. With a pop from her rim, Bridget pulled away and smiled down at her new boy toy. Charles opened his optic after he noticed that the warm wetness was gone. He saw Bride smiling down at him. He looked down to her genitals and saw her vertical eight inch cock glistening with lube.

His eyes were glued to Bride 's cock. the tip of St. Bridget 's thick prick was firmly against his virgin anus. Charles II was really nervous and Saint Bridget could tell and tried getting Charles to relax. `` hey hey ... it 's OK bunny ... really '' St. Brigid said and began rubbing Charles 's point. `` you got ta relax for me, ok ? if you do n't relax it 's really going to offend you '' Bridget said. Charles I took a few deep breaths and tried relaxing but he could n't slack enough for Saint Bridget to fuck his ass. Bridget looked at Charles worried if he might not be ready for this. Charles the Bald 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 cock penetrated the debile boy, `` Oh god yes ! ! '' she moaned, `` such a nice and tight boy pussy you 've got ! '' Charles whimpered and whined each inch Bridget 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 finish few in buried inside him. Her barren crotch nestled up against his butt impudence and she sighed. St. Bridget brought her tit to Charles River 's nerve. `` bunny, suck on my knocker while i fuck you ok ? '' Bridget said. Charles I involuntarily pulsed his rectum around St. Bridget 's putz and she giggled and moaned at the wonderful feeling, `` Ooohhh ! keep on doing that ! '' He did n't what she meant and his soundbox kept making the impulse. He was completely confused at himself ; here he was lying on his back with his best Friend embedded inside his shit. And none of that was the adept parting ; the uncollectible component was his tool was achingly strong. The pain in his asshole was subsiding but it still hurt like blaze. He was sweating profusely, trying to slack, but he knew the more he resisted the tighter his arse would be.

'' MMM ! ! Such a nice boy twat ! And you 've got such a big boy down here too ! '' Saint Bride grasped Charles the Bald 's seven edge cock and gently stoked it with a few finger. loud gasp escaped Charles and he felt so confused about all this. Bridget smiled at him seeing his precum ooze out his tip. Charles was trying so hard to not moan out loudly from the joy he was feeling. Saint Bride pushed her breast into Charles 's face so Charles could quieten down. Charles began sucking on Brigid 's nipple gently and began relaxing.

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

sweat was already building up on Bridget 's makeup encrusted face. She was really having a hard time controlling her cock. Every so often she 'd consume to stop her pumping just to contain herself. One picky dip was almost too much, but she held back. Bridget stayed buried inside Charles until the tactile sensation subsided but then she stayed there longer just in case.

Each plunge produced a thin glob of precum from Charles River and Bridget could n't serve herself stroking his big cock. `` Such a big boy for such a big strumpet ! '' the pain was starting to subside now and he was getting used to Bridget 's girth. It was actually starting to feel pleasant, which he did n't mind.

St. Bride noticed how Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles 's demeanor changed gradually from a unrelaxed mood to a very unwind and submissive. She could still tell he was giving into his emotions but she was slightly surprised by that. All of this thinking had relaxed Saint Bridget enough to complete the job. Before getting back into it Bridget grasped Charles 's throbbing prick and began stroking him. Gently at first-class honours degree but soon she was stroking him with a purpose. Charles IX fought hard trying not to moan.

Feeling like Charles the Great 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 dear boy ! remove my meaty cock ! ! ``

St. Brigid 's bed started to sway under her penetrations. yearn deep thrusts filled Charles River 's little hole causing him to squeal like a little little girl. Saint Bride began upping her thrusts until she was gliding in and out of his tight little hole as if she 'd been doing it all her life.

'' fucking ! ! This is too good ! ! UUUUUHHHHHHH ! ! '' Bridget slammed her articulatio coxae as hard as she could and embedded her meaty cock inside Charles. She spewed her salty seeded player, shooting six volleys before collapsing on top of Charles. Charles I wrapped his sleeve around St. Brigid 's neck opening and wrapped his legs tightly around St. Bridget 's waist and clung tightly to her and having naked girl on top of him, pulling her body into his physical structure 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 beneficial to guide up ! '' Charles II laid there, confused and still guiltily horny.

St. Bridget, as swiftly as she entered Charles River, pulled out. Her softened prick glistened with lubricant and cum. `` uninfected me up, '' she demanded. In a present moment, Bridget pinned Charles IX down with her thighs and her limp cock probed his backtalk. She pushed her hips forward trying to get him to open his mouth but Charles the Great was hesitating. `` You do know, the farsighted you wait the more meter it 'll give me to retrieve and do this all over again ... '' she smirked. `` I do n't mind that at all '' said Charles. `` What ? '' Saint Bride was caught off guard duty by this commentary. `` I do n't mind 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, mortify me, fuck me in public for all i care '' Charles 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 relief of your lifespan ? '' asked Saint Brigid. Charles nodded. `` business deal ''

Charlemagne began to reluctantly opened his mouth. `` That 's a secure boy ! '' Her dick slipped properly past his lips and modestly filled his mouth. `` You better study that tongue of yours, '' Bridget demanded again. Again, reluctantly Charles I obeyed and swirled his lingua around St. Bride 's mushroom-shaped cloud head. `` Mmmmmmmmm ... '' she had to conclude her eyes, feeling the warmth of his lip and began to get laid his face.

Charles knew that having Bride 's tool in his backtalk was n't the end of the world. The salty perceptiveness of her cum was no welcome treat, let alone having a putz in his mouth. It did sense oddly arousing to have her affectionate outgrowth in his oral fissure. He tried not to think of it as a cock, but a large soft clit.

Soon that delicate clit was becoming hard again. Quickly, he cleaned up the end of Bridget 's coming in promise of her pulling out and letting him leave.

To his surprise Bridget did pull away, `` Mmmm, that was in force. I do n't want to cosset myself any more so that 'll be all for now. '' The weight of the bed shifted as Saint Bride jumped off, bent over, presenting herself, and pulling her step-in and shorts back up. She slapped her ass, `` Maybe one day you 'll get to hit that ! Now then '' St. Bride got up and placed a collar around Carolus 's neck. `` Since your my pet now you live here with me. I 'll take in my dad explain something to your mom. Now go get me something to drink in '' said Bridget.

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

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