Charles 's First day of school was a huge relief. Having switch over schools due to how the school itself treated him. Charles 's family decided to withdraw him from the schooling and have him transfer to another one. The new school was a nice size and had a big cafeteria. The shoal was competitor with the original school. One of his schoolmate inside his 4th block family made a comment saying `` he 's switching over to the dark side. '' Acting like he was n't eavesdropping Charlemagne decided to say nothing. After transferring to the school he looked around and tried getting familiar with the school and where his grade are.

He chatted along with the three miss from the hallway on furcate function asking them for help throughout the day. He still did n't experience comfortable talking to them, but they seemed dainty enough and Charles the Bald appreciated their service in telling him where to go. All was going well for the young school yr for Jacques Charles and he was looking up for a undecomposed year.

It was Friday of the first workweek that really got Prince Charles excited. He was early for class today and was at his desk rummaging through his playscript bag for the redress books. He noticed for the first time a very pretty girl to his right. She was a little inadequate than him, maybe 5 groundwork 6 inches, and not much more than 120 Cypriot pound. She had long wavy brunette hair which hung all the way down to the pocket-size 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 daughter frowned when he turned away, disappointed by his ill-bred nature. Charles VII was still blushing but could n't wreak himself to apologize due to his shy nature.

flavour immensely embarrassed by what he 'd done, Charles quickly got his things and left not even glancing at the girl and went to the bath. Again strange to Charles II, the fille waved goodbye to him but she frowned again feeling humiliated. The girlfriend 's heart rose though, despite her rejection. Heading for family and throwing her backpack over her berm she smirked to herself, `` perfect ! '' is all she said to herself.

Charles VII sat in his first class with butterflies in his breadbasket. His mind was only focused on the perfect picture in his mind, the girl, he had no thought what her name was, was his definition of looker. The whole break of the day Charles could n't focus on anything else but that girl to most people that 's viewed as creepy but for Charles it was a convention affair. Jacques Charles suffered from a few scholarship disabilities and had a hard meter picking up on pool cue that were often misinterpreted by his activity. tiffin came and went and he did n't see the group of girls he 'd been talking to earlier in the calendar week. Before the second half of classes Charles Stuart went to his cabinet again.

Again the girl was at her locker, she was bent over, on function maybe ? Charles could just barely see under her bird, being the horny stripling he was he could n't divert his middle from the spectacle before him. Her dame nearly rode up to her butt but her panties just covered. The female child rose up quickly feeling eyes on her seat. She quickly turned to see Charles Stuart staring at her again. This time she waved again, making certain he saw. Charles II blushed even more but from being caught looking at her inappropriately and did n't really know what to do, so he turned around from embarrassment and stood still.

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

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

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

'' Charles the Bald ''

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

'' Nice to assemble you too i supposition ... '' The campana rang signaling that lunch was over and social class were to start.

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

Her long smooth branch caused his pants to tighten. Embarrassed, Charles hurriedly got his affair and left for his last set of classes.

Again Charles had St. Brigid 's shapely body and fount in his mind as he sat zombie-like in his classes. The rest of the day went by seemingly instantly as his thinker was picturing the beauty all afternoon. He stopped by the main power and was given a padlock with a locker bit to it. `` We 've gotten your locker situation sorted, now you wont need to carry all your books in your backpack '' the lady behind the front line desk said. Prince Charles went over to drop off his book of account and again Brigid was there. She, again, was bent over showing off her long sexy stage standing in the eye of the hall looking at them. Charles soaked in the opinion 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 St. Brigid smiling again. `` Think you could avail with my homework ? '' she asked.

'' I do n't sleep with ..., what stratum do you accept ? '' asked Charles.

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

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

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

'' Um ... I do n't eff if i should ... '' Charles the Great was sounding very unsure of himself and hearing St. Bride 's offer.

'' oh come on, do n't be such a joystick in the mud, it 'll be smashing i promise '' Bridget said grin. `` l-let me ship my mom a text so she knows then '' Charles IX said nervously and pulled his telephone set out.

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

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

'' Is this really your place ? ``

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

'' It 's amazing ... '' said Charles.

'' Thanks, let 's go to my room so we can take. '' Carolus was lost and stared at the giant star sign of the zodiac in amazement as he followed Bridget up the long elegant stairway and down the yearn hallway of the extravagant mansion.

The two spent the afternoon alone in Bridget 's elbow room studying for the most part. Of track they chatted and were becoming fast friends. `` So, it 's your inaugural year here. ``

'' Yeah, '' he said.

'' Made many friends yet ? ``

'' Not really. It 's only been a calendar week. p-plus i 'm not in any hurry to earn a lot of friends. I just hope no one treats me as the Ishmael like everyone else did back at my other high schooltime, that 's actually the reasonableness why I left my last schooltime. That and the schooling did n't want to put up with my learning handicap and address situation properly like they should 've ''

'' Oh poor you, '' sympathized St. Brigid, `` hopefully you wo n't be meeting people like that here ! '' Bride began stroking the incline of Charles 's head as if he was a dog. Charles River enjoyed the feeling of St. Bridget 's handwriting caressing his face.

The two talked and studied the relief of the night, Jacques Charles having had dinner at Brigid 's before leaving for home. Over the next month the two had regular subject area sessions at Bridget 's. Charles made a few friends during the fourth dimension, one was a guy and the early was a missy. But for Charles, Bridget was his best friend ; he 'd do almost anything for her.

In the eye of October things started to change for Charles River. In their most late cogitation session the inevitable conversation occurred, they started talking about human relationship. `` So own you ever had a girlfriend ? ``

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

'' Why not ? ``

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

'' You know you can state me anything, right bunny ? '' Bridget said.

'' well ... sometime during my sophomore class, last yr, there was a girl i liked who was inside my English language social class, and i asked her if it 'd b possible to come across up. we agreed on Saturday the same week i biked up hill to the school to meet her. I waited 3 hr and she did n't show up. i walked around the shoal 5 times and no one was there. then the following Monday i saw her in course and asked her 'thought we were supposed to gather up'and she looked at me and told me to my typeface'i did n't wan na fill up with you cause i think your a crawling but i did n't wan na be rude and resist 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 stuff and left and walked home that day. That was the merely prison term i ever asked anyone out too ... '' Charles said holding back tears.

Bridget was left speechless on and rubbed Charles 's back and gave him a hug. `` Aww my hapless bunny rabbit ... 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 '' Bride said.

'' She was really pretty ''

'' You do n't recall 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 preparation and subject area and the two got back on raceway. By now though, Bridget had been adding to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More work to Charles 's load, which so far he had n't noticed

To examine her labor, Bridget left her piece of work on her bed and made her way to her reckoner. Charles II did n't card and she logged on and started chatting online with her girl. Charles worked on the homework and studied hard, almost forgetting about Bridget in the process.

As the weeks wore on Saint Bridget got away with less and less homework 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 best friends ended up in a few of his category, but most at lunch. Kaleb and Natalie were his best friends other than Saint Bridget. He 'd drop some time with them at lunch and had enjoyed their gracious short circle with their friends. He 'd often be doing prep though, or studying at lunch, whether it was his or Saint Bride 's or even one of Saint Bridget 's friends.

During luncheon Charles had nowhere to sit and saw Bridget. Bride noticed and waved him over inviting him to sit with her. Charles sat down and Bride stroking his face. `` W-what are you doing ? '' Charlemagne asked nervously. `` showing my Quaker that your my bunny silly '' Bridge said. span leaned forward and kissed Charles Stuart on his impertinence. Carolus 's face turned red as his trey fell from his bridge player and processed what just happened. `` d-d-did you just '' Charles VII was babbling trying to chance the words to verbalize. nosepiece decided to begin rubbing her face against the dapple where she had kissed Charles IX on his cheek. `` Ca n't i show warmness to my cuddwy wittle bunny ? '' Bridge said in a childish tone. Charles II sat there and said nothing. `` They should just go out and get it over with '' one of Bridget 's admirer said. Bridget heard the commentary and glared at her friend.

Charles being the unobservant type never noticed the modification in Bridget 's behavior towards her Quaker and him and thought their friendly relationship was fine. They 'd talked about human relationship and he knew Bridget had n't had a beau in a while now. She 'd had quite a few, according to her, in middle and mellow school, but currently she 'd been in a bit of a drought.

It was the end of shoal now on Mon. Charles was at his locker grabbing matter for his study session with Bride. 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 Bridget placed a hand inside Charles II 's manus. This startled Charles Stuart and he jolted just. He looked to St. Bridget and she smiled, `` What are you doing ? '' he asked.

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

Just like the beginning of the schoolhouse year the two ally went up to Bridget 's way. 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 gossip with some friends. ``

'' Oh, okay ... do n't do it for too yearn I actually need your supporter with some math preparation. ``

'' No prob, it wo n't be long. '' Not too long turned into a battle of Marathon of girl talk of the town. Charles did n't acknowledge at all, he was too engrossed in his bailiwick. Looking up after a long seance of studying, Charles the Great saw that two hours had passed since they first arrived. He became agitated by Bridget now, `` Hey Saint Bride, you 've been talking like a hour or so, can you help me with some math problem i do n't realize .... '' Charles noticed Bridget 's chemical reaction and stopped in his tracks.

Bridget whipped her head from her computer screen and stared at Charles the Bald. Seeing her glare Carolus instantly shut up and coward away. Bridget smirked softly to herself and got up from her chair. Despite being nearly wintertime, Saint Bride was in a suddenly skirt and t-shirt. Her rounded C-cup knocker strained inside her shirt and her mammilla showed through. Charles saw her pap and wondered if she was wearing a bra, having had intimate thought about his friend in the past.

She took a derriere at the edge of her magnanimous 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 oeuvre going ? ``

'' It 's alright I guess ... '' Saint Bride 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 aflutter ... that 's all. I was n't expecting for you to be talking about me of all the great unwashed '' Charles said.

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

Bridget rested her hired hand on Charles 's thigh and gently rubbed back and forth on it. Having never felt the touch of a missy, Charles I 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 sure his were too. She 'd been without reliever in such a farseeing meter her forbearance was dangerously slenderize. `` I do n't know what you want me to do ... '' Charles tried to maneuver the awkward situation to something else.

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

'' SHUT THE piece of ass UP ! ! '' Charles could n't believe his capitulum, he 'd never heard Bridget swear or shout, and now she was doing both ; at him !

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

'' Oh shut the fuck up you lilliputian fucking shit ! '' Brigid 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 shit ! ! Hearing you complain about, 'oh poor me, I was bullied at my last school day cause i have learning disabilities, boohoo', '' she mocked his interpreter, `` SHUT THE ass UP ! ! '' Charles II felt very knock over as to what was happening and began crying. `` WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU 'RE DOING ? ! ! ? ! '' screamed St. Bridget. Charles II was crying to himself and felt afraid to respond at all, having never seen her like this. He tried as quickly as he could to stop crying but the tears would n't end. He looked up and saw a frightening look on Bridget 's side. She had this most evil smirk on her brass. Charles tried to extract his radiocarpal joint free but could n't. Bridget quickly showed Charles Sir Thomas More of her posture 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 raging. St. Brigid pushed Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles on the bed and straddled Charles IX 's waist and sat there on top of him, pinning him on her bed. Charles was now clearly terrified of what was about to pass off. He 'd never had a girlfriend and did n't reckon girls acted like this on a normal ground. He struggled with all his might to get free, but Bridget had him snugly between her thick womanly thighs.

observance Carolus struggle was turning Saint Brigid on immensely and she was n't sure she 'd be able to control herself if he kept it up. Charles II eventually stopped moving and submitted to the feeling of Bridget 's warm second joint pinning him down. `` right boy '' Bridget said.

'' Uuuuugggghhhhhh ! ! '' grunted Bridget ; her excitement was getting the better of her. `` OH GOD ! ! '' She just had to rearrange herself. Carolus watched as Bridget 's hand went to her shortly bird. From his angle it almost looked like she was readjusting herself, but that 's not right ... She lifted slightly and then sighed. When she sat back down that 's when Charles VII noticed something odd on his chest, I must be envisage matter ... he thought to himself. He looked up to St. Bridget and she was smirking. A aspect of repugnance fell on Charles River 's face. This is n't right ... Bridget kept her gaze down at Charles and then slowly grabbed the tail end of her myopic doll. Being the horny teenager that he was, Charles IX watched Bridget 's hands as they slowly pulled her bird up looking on terrified.

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

Charles made whimpering disturbance and squirmed as best he could but he could n't wangle anything. Bridget 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 and she moaned quietly, `` mmmmmm ! '' she hummed, `` that feels so nice ! '' Charles IX let out a swoon groan into her hand. `` someones enjoying themselves ''

Eventually Bridget got bored and held him down while she got her toys. Her nightstand was n't too far and she got some handcuffs. In moments Charles River 's ankles and carpus were cuffed, now even if he wanted to, he could n't get out. Now in complete mastery St. Bride got off him and watched as he struggled on her king-sized bed. He wiggled about trying to get free, still scared. `` Oh shut out up, '' she said and went through her nightstand again. She pulled out a ball gag, in the shape of a phallus of course, and wrapped it around Prince Charles 's point securing it tightly. `` Ah ! Much ripe ! '' Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles began biting on the gag, but now it was absolutely hopeless, no one could hear him now, well except for Bridget.

Admiring her footling ambuscade, Bridget undressed her bird, letting it fall to the floor. Now just in her panties and t-shirt, St. Brigid climbed back on the bed, `` mmm, I 'm going to have got so much fun with you ! '' she said cheerfully, `` you have no mind ! '' Charles looked up to her pleadingly. `` Ha ! Your thick pup eye are n't going to sway me ! Like I said, I have n't had a 'boyfriend'*Bridget putting air quotations* in a recollective time ! Plus, you 're sassy core ! '' With her little spiel over, Bridget began sliding her scanty down her longsighted tranquil stage. She threw them onto Charles I 's face and laughed sadistically as he tried to struggle away from them.

Now naked below the shank Bridget grabbed her cock. At eight and a half inches long, it was actually slightly handsome than Charles VII seven. And was a bit thinner too, not by much. `` depend at that, '' she smiled, `` She 's happy ! '' Charles 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 jersey. sure enough enough she was n't wearing a bra. Charles could n't help himself as he tried pulling his hands towards Bridget and took in Bridget 's brilliant hourglass torso. He was in so many shuffle emotions ; he was horny, confused, scared, frightened, and exhausted. Not really sure where to calculate, Charles stared at Bridget 's perky C-cup chest. Her mamilla were achingly concentrated and she flicked them, sighing and giggling while doing so. Charles River 's oculus inadvertently went down to Bridget 's cock and stared at it watching it twitch.

A aloud groan from Bridget caught Charles 's attending and he looked up. She had a wicked smile which frightened him further and rightfully so. `` So I 'm going to be prissy to you for your first time. I 'm usually not, I actually like you, it 's a pity that it 's come to this, '' she said with sureness. Bridget edged up Charles 's body. He tried to wiggle away, but just did n't have the strength anymore. `` Ooohhh ! '' cooed Saint Brigid, `` I love a battler ! 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 salutary in such a lllloooonnnnggggg time ! '' By now, St. Bride sat on Carolus 's pectus, with her cock and Lucille Ball dangling just above his face. She stared into his optic as she jerked her feminine cock ever quicker. Precum leaked out of her cock periodically. She used it to lube herself and stroke herself quicker still. Charles looked up at her whimpering through the egg gag giving puppy dog eyes as she inched closer to her orgasm.

It was n't long before her paw was flying along her cock. She gently grabbed her large Ball paper bag and massaged the gems inside as her moan grew louder and louder, `` oh baby ! '' she moaned. Charles was completely and utterly powerless under Saint Brigid and all he did was lookout man in as his 'friend'stroked her cock. Her movements quickly became quicksilver and hectic and he was confused on what to feel as she was probably going to do.

Charlemagne 's awe were well placed as Bridget lifted her weak torso just a bit and moaned to herself, `` oh my god ! Oh my god ! ! Oh my god ! ! OH MY FUCKING GOD ! ! dogshit ! Irish bull ! ! red cent ! ! SHIT ! ! '' Bridget threw her principal back and pumped herself furiously as her first four volley guessing up highschool before falling back down and landing on Charles 's aroused facial expression. The initiative strong loads did n't show at all and he sat there motionless until Bridget 's side by side set of groan woke him. He squirmed with all his effort and really only made a mess of the unharmed situation. His exertion caused Bridget to buck and send More strings of cum every which way. Saint Brigid gasped and gasped until her orgasm finally stopped. The net few throbbing ended with her E. B. White emollient dripping out the tip of her spent penis.

Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles was completely aroused, covered in seed and confusedly horny as well. St. Bride dismounted Charles I and smiled at him, `` Mmmm, it 's been a farseeing time since I 've done that. It felt large ! '' she said with a smile. `` And gauge what ? There 'll be a all lot more where that came from and there 's naught you can do about it. Would you like to know why ? '' Saint Bridget asked and Charles Stuart shook his headspring no, `` It 's because you ca n't go to anyone about this, not early students, instructor, the school principal, even the law. Do you know why ? '' She waited again, and again shaking his mind no, `` It 's because I 've got all of them wrapped around my finger as well ! Is n't that just bang-up ! '' she smiled.

Charles 's eye closed as he realized how deep in trouble he was in and began crying. Surely there was something he could do ! He tried thinking but was too occupied by Bridget 's crusade, unsure of what she might do next. She came over to him with her semi-hard cock just inch from his face. `` 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 penis gag and pulled it off Charlemagne 's fount. True to his word he did n't yell, but he did ask, `` Why ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Well for one, I do n't throw to worry about school employment, level, or college ! It 's all taken upkeep 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 school trying to get away from his past and now his best friend, or so he thought, was one of them trying to stalk him. He began tearing up from how stupid he felt for getting himself in this situation.

'' Do n't cry about it too much, Besides your still my bunny girl '' said Bridget and handed him a tissue, `` clean yourself up and get out. '' Bridget went to unhinge Charles 's turnup and sat up and cleaned himself off. `` i 'm not going '' Charles II said. `` what ? '' `` i 'm not leaving '' Charles looked at Bridget and leaned in and kissed her deeply. Bridget pushed Charles River off of her. `` what are you- '' St. Brigid tried speaking but Prince Charles kept kissing her deeply. `` why are you '' `` i do n't desire this to give up '' Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles said and looked deeply into St. Bridget 's eyes. Bridget 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 beloved with you for a longsighted time. I 've just been too shy to do anything about it. but since you went this far with me i want to prove you how far i 'm willing to go ... for you '' charlies confessed. Bridget looked at Charles the Bald and took in a sharp breathing spell as the assuredness air touched her nude peel when Charles got down and looked at her cock and began stroking it and was determined to hold her hard again. Her prick grew harder as Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles kissed Bridget and she was nearly at full length.

Without any hesitation Charles grabbed Brigid 's meaty girl cock and stroked it quickly fast. `` Mmmmm, that 's it '' moaned St. Brigid. St. Brigid closed her oculus and tilted her pass back A tart pant soon followed when Charles open his sass and take Bridget 's rooster all the way to her pubic bone, no trouble. `` Ooooohhhhhhhh bbbbbuuuunnnnnnyyyyyyyy ... '' shuddered Bridget. Jacques Charles looked up into his friend 's eye as he did the most slavish act. His activity were tiresome, enough to get his captor 's cock slick.

Charles began to swirl his tongue swirled and wrapped, and flicked at Bridget 's mushroom head eliciting groan of approval. However Bridget was n't in this for the foreplay, she wanted to cum ! Charles Stuart watched in concern as Bridget grabbed his head with both deal and literally face-fucked Charles I

It did n't take long for Bridget to cum, just two minute and she was gasping for air. She began to tremble and her ramification went weak as she screamed out, `` AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! '' Five warm blue jet of cum shot out of her throbbing peter and filled into Charles II 's waiting belly. Like the good slave that he was, Charles the Bald suckled on Bridget 's turncock. she was rather pleased with her predicament, some boy was being submissive and kept sucking on her putz and was allowing both his and her own hormones to fall and enjoy the consequence

Bridget got up from her relaxed seats and her cock popped out from Charles 's mouth. He turned to see her walking and noticed her cock standing straight out. He swallowed nervously and was slightly aroused seeing her arousal. Bridget was expecting and hoping for this chemical reaction and she smiled upon seeing it. `` What 's amiss Bunny ? Never seen a girl excited ? '' she cupped her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the former and playfully swayed, `` Yeah ... ''

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

'' yea ... ''

Bridget caressed her genitals again, `` Mmmmm, '' she moaned, `` Is n't it sssoooo hot how you can see how corneous I am ? '' Charles was too scared to respond not sure as shooting what exactly was going on, Saint Bridget kept walking towards him slowly while she questioned him. She pouted, `` You do n't consider I 'm hot ? '' she began to cook cry. The two were nearly face to face now. She grabbed Charles 's arm gently and pulled it to her mole. `` No I do think you 're hot, I think your very beautiful '' He gasped at her strength and did aught to refuse. His arm provided only submission to her and she giggled quietly watching him submit. She kept rubbing his handwriting over her crotch and moaned. Closing her eyes she tilted her question back savoring the sensations of his contact. Charles I also showed flimsy signs of enjoyment too.

Just like that, Bridget snapped back and replaced Charles 's hand back to her vertical cock. `` Mmmm, that 's sound, '' she sighed. An smile fell on her face as she stroked Charles Stuart 's hand ever quicker along her hardening gibe. `` Look how happy she is ! '' Saint Bridget remarked. `` she so felicitous i know '' said Charles the Bald. Charles looked down at St. Bridget and stared at her crotch and began rubbing it voluntarily.

Soon Saint Bridget was kissing Charles River deeply and was moaning and her erecting was aching to be released. She could n't deny herself any longer and Her putz stood proudly in front of her. span was lying down on the bed defenseless and grabbed Prince Charles 's hand again. She easily made Charlemagne 's hand into a fist and began pumping herself with his bridge player, `` Oooohhhh that 's sssooo good ! You sure do know how to please a girl bunny. ``

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

Charles walked forward to Bridget cupped her mitt near his cock but she was n't having any of it. He groaned in pleasure as he felt Saint Bride 's indulgent paw on his member. She stroked him teasingly and ever so slightly dropped his boxers down. Caught in the moment, Charles did n't even actualise Bridget extract his boxershorts down and off releasing him. The cool air felt courteous on his cock and he looked down to see his hand wrapped around her cock while her hand was wrapped around his.

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

'' You ok bunny ? '' Bridget asked intrigued. Jacques Charles knew there was n't very much he could say, his prick was doing the talking, he was obviously aroused. A sharp moan escaped him when he felt Bridget 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 our piddling job ? '' she asked him. He looked to her throbbing cock, then to his. `` I think we should have some fun ! '' Bridget closed in on Jacques Charles and pushed him onto his rachis. Her leaking cock pressed into his shirt and could experience the hot sticky dampness soak through.

Charles was n't sure what Bridget was doing since he was so preoccupy with her ragging hard on pressing into him. He failed to observe her and then slide back down so they were font to expression. He now got a better look at St. Bridget 's breasts, in the past he would 've loved to have seen them, Charles IX moved his hands out and began feeling them and squeezing them. Bridget kept smiling down at him and he smiled back nervously. `` Ah there we go ! Finally something a slight confident ! '' Saint Bride smiled again and worked her way down Charles 's body. She planted a soft, surprisingly soothing kiss to the head of Charles 's tool. He moaned with no control and wondered what was going on, this feels rather nice ... he thought.

Her mouth on his cock were too good to be rightful but he could n't deny the pleasure and rested his chief back in atonement. She kept teasing him, never venturing any farther than the tip of his cock. Her lips were so skillful, the soft warm wetness. He shuddered a few times when her tongue flicked across his curtain raising. `` Mmmm, that 's my boy ! '' she moaned. Charles I was moaning wildly. `` B-Bridget .... your backtalk feels so secure ... I think i 'm gon na cum '' Charles the Bald moaned.

Charlemagne was so relaxed by this pointedness he did n't notice Saint Bride preparing herself. All the while she was servicing Charles ; she was applying a generous amount of lubricant to her aching cock. With a pop from her rim, St. Bridget pulled away and smiled down at her new boy toy. Charles the Great opened his centre after he noticed that the tender wetness was gone. He saw Bridget smiling down at him. He looked down to her crotch and saw her vertical eight in cock glistening with lube.

His center were glued to Bridget 's dick. the tip of Saint Bridget 's thick prick was firmly against his virgin anus. Charles was really nervous and St. Brigid could tell and sample getting Charles to relax. `` hey hey ... it 's OK bunny ... really '' Bridget said and began rubbing Charles 's head. `` you got ta relax for me, ok ? if you do n't make relaxed it 's really going to injure you '' Saint Bride said. Charles took a few cryptic intimation and tried relaxing but he could n't loosen up enough for Bridget to fuck his ass. Bridget looked at Charles worried if he might not be ready for this. Charles the Great closed his oculus and kept taking a few breaths trying to relax.

bridge entered his ass slowly and took his virginity. The pain was nearly unendurable as her tool penetrated the faint boy, `` Oh god yes ! ! '' she moaned, `` such a gracious and tight boy slit you 've got ! '' Charles whimpered and whined each inch St. 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 terminal few inches buried inside him. Her bleak crotch nestled up against his butt cheeks and she sighed. Bride brought her breasts to Charles River 's typeface. `` bunny, suck on my breasts while i fuck you ok ? '' Bridget said. Charles involuntarily pulsed his rectum around Bridget 's shaft and she giggled and moaned at the wonderful notion, `` Ooohhh ! keep on doing that ! '' He did n't what she meant and his consistence kept making the beat. He was completely confused at himself ; here he was lying on his back with his best friend embedded inside his bastard. And none of that was the best part ; the pip part was his cock was achingly arduous. The pain in his cocksucker was subsiding but it still hurt like hell. He was sweating profusely, trying to unlax, but he knew the more he resisted the tighter his asshole would be.

'' MMM ! ! Such a nice boy kitty ! And you 've got such a big boy down here too ! '' St. Bride grasped Charles 's seven in cock and gently stoked it with a few fingers. garish gasps escaped Charles and he felt so confused about all this. Bridget smiled at him seeing his precum ooze out his tip. Jacques Charles was trying so hard to not moan out loudly from the pleasure he was feeling. Bridget pushed her breasts into Charles 's face so Charles could tranquilize down. Charles began sucking on Bride 's pap gently and began relaxing.

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

Sweat was already building up on St. Brigid 's composition encrusted expression. She was really having a difficult meter controlling her cock. Every so often she 'd have to give up her pumping just to contain herself. One especial plunge was almost too much, but she held back. Bridget stayed buried inside Charles until the smell subsided but then she stayed there longer just in case.

Each plunge produced a thin glob of precum from Charles IX and Bridget could n't help herself stroking his big tool. `` Such a big boy for such a big slut ! '' the pain was starting to lessen now and he was getting used to Bride 's girth. It was actually starting to find pleasant, which he did n't listen.

Bridget noticed how Charles 's demeanor changed gradually from a unrelaxed modality to a very unstrain 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 Brigid enough to cease the job. Before getting back into it Bridget grasped Charles 's throbbing hammer and began stroking him. Gently at first but soon she was stroking him with a role. Charles fought hard trying not to moan.

Feeling like Charles was relaxed enough now ; Bride 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 ripe boy ! take my meaty cock ! ! ``

Bridget 's bed started to escape from under her penetration. recollective recondite thrust filled Charles the Great 's minuscule hole causing him to squeal like a little lady friend. Bride began upping her stab until she was gliding in and out of his squiffy trivial hole as if she 'd been doing it all her life.

'' Fuck ! ! This is too good ! ! UUUUUHHHHHHH ! ! '' Saint Brigid slammed her pelvic arch as hard as she could and embedded her meaty prick inside Charles. She spewed her salty semen, shooting six volleys before collapsing on top of Charles. Charles wrapped his sleeve around Bridget 's neck opening and wrapped his pegleg tightly around Bridget 's waist and clung tightly to her and having naked young lady on top of him, pulling her dead body into his body and began submitting to her more.

Bridget rose from Charles Stuart '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 peter glistened with lube and cum. `` white me up, '' she demanded. In a moment, St. Brigid pinned Charles down with her thigh and her limp cock probed his brim. She pushed her hips forward trying to get him to spread out his mouth but Charles was hesitant. `` You do have a go at it, the longer you wait the Sir Thomas More time it 'll dedicate me to recover and do this all over again ... '' she smirked. `` I do n't listen that at all '' said Charles. `` What ? '' Bridget was caught off safety device by this scuttlebutt. `` 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 abash me, humiliate me, fuck me in world for all i care '' Charles said.

'' So you 're telling me you want me to go out with you and in payoff you vow to be my bitch for the rest of your life ? '' asked Saint Bridget. Charlemagne nodded. `` pot ''

Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles began to reluctantly opened his back talk. `` That 's a good boy ! '' Her pecker slipped right past his sassing and modestly filled his backtalk. `` You break work that tongue of yours, '' Bridget demanded again. Again, reluctantly Charles I obeyed and swirled his knife around Bridget 's mushroom-shaped cloud head. `` Mmmmmmmmm ... '' she had to close her eye, feeling the lovingness of his backtalk and began to hump his face.

Charlemagne knew that having Saint Bride 's cock in his mouth was n't the end of the world. The salty taste of her cum was no welcome delicacy, let alone having a shaft in his mouth. It did feel oddly arousing to have her warm extremity in his rima oris. He tried not to retrieve of it as a hammer, but a large sonant clit.

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

To his surprise Bridget did draw out away, `` Mmmm, that was good. I do n't want to frustrate myself any more so that 'll be all for now. '' The weight unit of the bed shifted as Bridget jumped off, bent over, presenting herself, and pulling her panties and trunks back up. She slapped her ass, `` Maybe one day you 'll get to hit that ! Now then '' Bridget got up and placed a apprehension around Charles 's neck. `` Since your my pet now you live here with me. I 'll ingest my dad explain something to your mom. Now go get me something to booze '' said Bridget.

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

That night, Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles was incredibly steamy ; he masturbated furiously before he was satisfied. he thought about Bridget and her tool .