Carolus 's First day of school was a huge substitute. Having exchange schoolhouse due to how the school day itself treated him. Carolus 's family decided to recall him from the school and have him channelize to another one. The new school was a decent size of it and had a big cafeteria. The schoolhouse was rivals with the master copy schooltime. One of his classmates inside his 4th closure division made a remark 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 schooling he looked around and tried getting familiar with the school and where his form are.

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

It was Friday of the first week that really got Charles excited. He was early for classes today and was at his desk rummaging through his Word bag for the right leger. He noticed for the first time a very pretty missy to his rightfield. She was a small shortsighted than him, maybe 5 base 6 inch, and not much More than 120 pounds. She had long crinkly brunette pilus which hung all the way down to the minuscule of her back. Charles River 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 girlfriend frowned when he turned away, disappointed by his bounderish nature. Charles River was still blushing but could n't bestow himself to apologize due to his shy nature.

tone immensely embarrassed by what he 'd done, Charles quickly got his things and left not even glancing at the female child and went to the bathroom. Again strange to Charles, the girl waved adios to him but she frowned again feeling humiliated. The girlfriend 's heart rose though, despite her rejection. Heading for class and throwing her rucksack over her articulatio humeri she smirked to herself, `` perfect ! '' is all she said to herself.

Charles VII sat in his first division with butterflies in his tummy. His mind was only focused on the double-dyed picture in his intellect, the girl, he had no idea what her name was, was his definition of knockout. The altogether morn Charles I could n't focus on anything else but that girl to nearly citizenry that 's viewed as creepy but for Charles it was a rule thing. Charles II suffered from a few learning disabilities and had a hard prison term picking up on cues that were often misinterpreted by his actions. Lunch came and went and he did n't see the group of girls he 'd been talking to earlier in the hebdomad. Before the indorsement half of classes Charles went to his locker again.

Again the little girl was at her locker, she was bent over, on purpose maybe ? Charles River could just barely see under her bird, being the horny teenager he was he could n't divert his center from the spectacle before him. Her skirt nearly rode up to her butt but her panties just covered. The girl rose up quickly feeling eyes on her hindquarters. She quickly turned to see Charles staring at her again. This meter she waved again, making for certain he saw. Charles River 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 superfluity and stood still.

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

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

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

'' Charles ''

'' Nice to fit you Charlie '' she said with a jiffy and smile.

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

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

Her long still peg caused his drawers to tighten. Embarrassed, Charles hurriedly got his affair and left for his last set of classes.

Again Charles had Bridget 's shapely body and face in his idea as he sat zombie-like in his classes. The rest of the day went by seemingly instantly as his mind was picturing the beauty all afternoon. He stopped by the main office and was given a padlock with a locker number to it. `` We 've gotten your locker billet sorted, now you wont take to post all your record in your packsack '' the lady behind the forepart desk said. Charles River went over to drop off his books and again Bridget was there. She, again, was bent over showing off her long aphrodisiac pegleg standing in the midsection of the hall looking at them. Charles Stuart soaked in the view and stood back.

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

'' I do n't jazz ..., what socio-economic class do you receive ? '' asked Charles.

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

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

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

'' Um ... I do n't know if i should ... '' Prince 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 majuscule i hope '' Brigid said smiling. `` l-let me institutionalise my mom a text edition so she knows then '' Charles said nervously and pulled his phone out.

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

'' Hi mom ! I 'm nursing home ! '' yelled St. Brigid into the mansion.

'' Is this really your home ? ``

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

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

'' Thanks, let 's go to my room so we can analyze. '' Charles was lost and stared at the giant firm in amazement as he followed Bridget up the long elegant staircase and down the long hallway of the exuberant mansion.

The two spent the good afternoon alone in Bridget 's elbow room studying for the about share. Of course of action they chatted and were becoming fast booster. `` So, it 's your low year here. ``

'' Yeah, '' he said.

'' Made many friends yet ? ``

'' Not really. It 's only been a hebdomad. p-plus i 'm not in any hastiness 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 school, that 's actually the reason why I left my last school. That and the school did n't want to put up with my learning impairment and address post properly like they should 've ''

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

The two talked and studied the remainder of the dark, Charles having had dinner at St. Bridget 's before leaving for dwelling. Over the next month the two had unconstipated survey sessions at Saint Bridget 's. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles made a few friends during the time, one was a guy and the other was a lady friend. But for Charles, Saint Bride was his effective protagonist ; he 'd do almost anything for her.

In the middle of October things started to vary for Charles. In their most recent field of study session the inevitable conversation occurred, they started talking about relationships. `` So have you ever had a girlfriend ? ``

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

'' Why not ? ``

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

'' You know you can secern me anything, compensate bunny girl ? '' Saint Brigid said.

'' well ... sometime during my sophomore class, last year, there was a missy i liked who was inside my English class, and i asked her if it 'd b possible to meet up. we agreed on Sat the same week i biked up hill to the schoolhouse to meet her. I waited 3 60 minutes and she did n't show up. i walked around the school 5 times and no one was there. then the following Monday i saw her in course of instruction and asked her 'thought we were supposed to take on up'and she looked at me and told me to my human face'i did n't wan na meet up with you cause i think your a weirdie but i did n't wan na be rude and reject you .'and i asked her 'so you thought it 'd hurt more to say yes and not evidence up instead telling me no ?'and she said yes. I literally grabbed my stuff and left and walked household that day. That was the lone prison term i ever asked anyone out too ... '' Charles VII said holding back tears.

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

'' She was really pretty ''

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

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

'' No ... ''

'' Well you have. '' The conversation changed naturally, flowing back to homework and study and the two got back on track. By now though, Bride had been adding to a greater extent and more oeuvre to Charles the Bald 's freight, which so far he had n't noticed

To test her project, Saint Brigid left her workplace on her bed and made her way to her computer. Charles did n't placard and she logged on and started chatting online with her lady friend. Charlemagne worked on the homework and studied hard, almost forgetting about Bridget in the process.

As the week wore on Bridget got away with less and less homework until mid-November she was n't doing any of it. Prince Charles did n't make anymore friends, just the ones he already had. His adept protagonist ended up in a few of his classes, but nearly at tiffin. Kaleb and Natalie were his best friends other than Bride. He 'd drop some clock time with them at luncheon and had enjoyed their prissy petty circle with their supporter. He 'd often be doing preparation though, or studying at lunch, whether it was his or Bridget '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 I sat down and Bridget stroking his cheek. `` W-what are you doing ? '' Charles the Great asked nervously. `` showing my friends that your my bunny silly '' nosepiece said. bridge leaned forward and kissed Charles on his impudence. Prince Charles 's face turned red as his triad fell from his hands and processed what just happened. `` d-d-did you just '' Charles II was babbling trying to chance the intelligence to address. span decided to begin rubbing her font against the place where she had kissed Charlemagne on his nerve. `` Ca n't i show tenderness to my cuddwy wittle bunny ? '' Bridge said in a childish tone. Charles sat there and said zip. `` They should just go out and get it over with '' one of Bridget 's Friend said. Saint Bridget heard the comment and glared at her friend.

Charles Stuart being the unseeing type never noticed the change in Bridget 's demeanor towards her Friend and him and thought their friendship was exquisitely. They 'd talked about relationship 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 gamey school, but currently she 'd been in a bit of a drought.

It was the end of school now on Monday. Prince Charles was at his locker grabbing things for his study seance with Bride. He saw out of the recession 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 hired man inside Charles 's paw. This startled Charles and he jolted upright. He looked to Bride and she smiled, `` What are you doing ? '' he asked.

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

Just like the beginning of the school year the two Friend went up to Brigid 's room. Carolus plopped down on her bed while she sat at her calculator, the first meter she 'd gone there first.

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

'' Oh null, just going to chat with some friend. ``

'' Oh, okay ... do n't do it for too long I actually involve your helper with some math homework. ``

'' No prob, it wo n't be long. '' Not too long turned into a marathon of daughter talk. Charles River did n't notice at all, he was too engrossed in his studies. Looking up after a retentive session of studying, Charlemagne saw that two hour had passed since they first arrived. He became agitated by Bridget now, `` Hey Bridget, you 've been talking like a minute or so, can you help me with some maths problem i do n't empathize .... '' Charles Stuart noticed Bride 's response and stopped in his tracks.

Bridget whipped her head teacher from her computer silver screen and stared at Carolus. Seeing her glare Charles instantly shut up and coward away. Bridget smirked softly to herself and got up from her chairperson. Despite being nearly winter, Bridget was in a short dame and t-shirt. Her brush up C-cup breasts strained inside her shirt and her nipples showed through. Jacques Charles saw her nipples and wondered if she was wearing a bra, having had sexual thoughts about his friend in the past.

She took a seat at the border of her large bed and looked to Charles. `` We were actually just talking about you. ``

'' You were ? '' asked Charles Stuart nervously.

'' Yeah, '' said St. Brigid edging closer to him, `` so how 's the course employment going ? ``

'' It 's alright I guess ... '' Bridget edged closer, now just arm 's length away. She smiled as she edged closer again. Charles pulled away just slightly, enough for Brigid to acknowledge. `` 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 '' Bride said.

Saint Brigid rested her hand on Charles 's second joint and gently rubbed back and Forth River on it. Having never felt the touch of a girl, Carolus took a penetrative breath and inhaled his breath and held it blushing a lot. `` It 's okay ... '' smiled Bridget.

'' No it 's not ... '' defended Charles the Great meekly. Bridget frowned now. Her hormone were raging, and she was sure his were too. She 'd been without rest in such a farseeing time her patience was dangerously thin. `` I do n't fuck what you want me to do ... '' Charles tried to steer the awkward berth to something else.

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

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

'' W-what 's ill-timed ? '' He began feeling depressed.

'' Oh shut the fuck up you small fucking shit ! '' Bridget 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 finale school day cause i have learning disability, boohoo', '' she mocked his interpreter, `` SHUT THE FUCK UP ! ! '' Charles felt very disturb as to what was happening and began crying. `` WHAT THE screwing DO YOU THINK YOU 'RE act ? ! ! ? ! '' screamed Bridget. Charles IX 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 bar crying but the tears would n't stop. He looked up and saw a awful look on Brigid 's boldness. She had this most iniquity smirk on her look. Charles tried to pull his wrists free but could n't. Bridget quickly showed Charles more of her strength when she slapped him `` GET ON MY BED NOW ! '' she yelled. Jacques Charles quickly got up and scurried over to her bed in concern of making her more angry. Bridget pushed Carolus on the bed and straddled Prince 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 think girls acted like this on a normal basis. He struggled with all his might to get complimentary, but Bridget had him snugly between her thick womanly thighs.

Watching Jacques Charles conflict was turning Bridget on immensely and she was n't certainly she 'd be capable to control herself if he kept it up. Charles Stuart eventually stopped moving and submitted to the belief of Bridget 's fond second joint pinning him down. `` unspoiled boy '' Bridget said.

'' Uuuuugggghhhhhh ! ! '' grunted Bridget ; her excitement was getting the better of her. `` OH GOD ! ! '' She just had to rearrange herself. Charles watched as Bridget 's hand went to her suddenly skirt. From his angle it almost looked like she was readjusting herself, but that 's not right ... She lifted slightly and then sighed. When she sat back down that 's when Charles noticed something odd on his chest, I must be reckon things ... he thought to himself. He looked up to Bridget and she was smirking. A smell of horror fell on Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles 's typeface. This is n't right ... Saint Bridget kept her gaze down at Charles II and then slowly grabbed the hind end of her shortly annulus. Being the horny teenager that he was, Prince Charles watched Bridget 's hands as they slowly pulled her bird up looking on terrified.

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

Charles made whimpering noises and squirmed as best he could but he could n't manage anything. Bridget kept talking to him calmly about what she was going to do to him, `` you 're such a ridiculous 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 feels so nice ! '' Charles let out a faint groan into her paw. `` mortal enjoying themselves ''

Eventually St. Brigid got bored and held him down while she got her toys. Her nightstand was n't too far and she got some handcuffs. In moment Charlemagne 's articulatio talocruralis and radiocarpal joint were cuffed, now even if he wanted to, he could n't entrust. Now in fill out ascendance Saint Bride got off him and watched as he struggled on her king-sized bed. He wiggled about trying to get free, still scared. `` Oh close up, '' she said and went through her nightstand again. She pulled out a ball gag, in the shape of a penis of class, and wrapped it around Charles 's head securing it tightly. `` Ah ! practically respectable ! '' Charles 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 light to the flooring. Now just in her panties and t-shirt, Saint Bridget climbed back on the bed, `` mmm, I 'm going to birth so very much fun with you ! '' she said cheerfully, `` you have no mind ! '' Charles looked up to her pleadingly. `` Ha ! Your duncical pup middle are n't going to sway me ! Like I said, I have n't had a 'boyfriend'*Bridget putting air quotations* in a long clip ! Plus, you 're fresh nitty-gritty ! '' With her niggling spiel over, Saint Bride began sliding her panty down her farsighted smooth legs. She threw them onto Charles 's face and laughed sadistically as he tried to scramble away from them.

Now naked below the waist St. Bridget grabbed her hammer. At eight and a one-half in long, it was actually slightly bigger than Charles the Bald seven. And was a bit thinner too, not by much. `` face at that, '' she smiled, `` She 's happy ! '' Prince Charles stared at it mesmerized and nodded. Bridget slowly slid her hand up and down her cock and moaned quietly, `` God, it 's been so long ! '' She played with her stopcock for a few more moments before shedding her t-shirt. Sure enough she was n't wearing a bra. Jacques Charles could n't help himself as he tried pulling his hands towards Bride and took in Saint Bridget 's magnificent hourglass body. He was in so many mixed emotions ; he was horny, confused, scared, frightened, and exhausted. Not really sure where to front, Charles Stuart stared at Saint Bride 's buoyant C-cup chest. Her nipples were achingly hard and she flicked them, sighing and giggling while doing so. Charles 's eyes inadvertently went down to Bridget 's tool and stared at it watching it twitch.

A tatty groan from Bridget caught Charles the Great '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 offset fourth dimension. I 'm usually not, I actually like you, it 's a disgrace that it 's come to this, '' she said with bureau. Bridget edged up Charles 's torso. He tried to joggle away, but just did n't have the strength anymore. `` Ooohhh ! '' cooed Bridget, `` I love a attack aircraft ! It makes me so hot ! '' As she edged closer up Carolus she grabbed her rooster and began stroking it slowly.

'' Mmmmmm, that feels sssssooooo nice ! I have n't felt this good in such a lllloooonnnnggggg time ! '' By now, St. Bridget sat on Charles River 's chest, with her tool and balls dangling just above his look. She stared into his centre as she jerked her feminine shaft ever quicker. Precum leaked out of her cock periodically. She used it to lubricate herself and stroke herself quicker still. Charles looked up at her whimpering through the egg gag giving pup dog eyes as she inched closer to her orgasm.

It was n't long before her hand was flying along her cock. She gently grabbed her turgid Lucille Ball sack and massaged the gems inside as her moans grew louder and louder, `` oh babe ! '' she moaned. Prince Charles was completely and utterly powerless under Bridget and all he did was scout in as his 'friend'stroked her tool. Her movements quickly became erratic and hectic 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 easy trunk just a bit and moaned to herself, `` oh my god ! Oh my god ! ! Oh my god ! ! OH MY shtup GOD ! ! asshole ! SHIT ! ! diddly ! ! SHIT ! ! '' Brigid threw her nous back and pumped herself furiously as her number one four salvo blastoff up high before falling back down and landing on Charles 's aroused font. The first warm loads did n't register at all and he sat there motionless until Bridget 's next set of moan woke him. He squirmed with all his effort and really only made a mess of the whole situation. His efforts caused Bridget to buck and post more strings of cum every which way. Bridget gasped and gasped until her orgasm finally stopped. The survive few throbs ended with her livid cream dripping out the tip of her drop penis.

Charles IX was completely aroused, covered in semen and confusedly horny as well. Bridget dismounted Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles and smiled at him, `` Mmmm, it 's been a retentive time since I 've done that. It felt swell ! '' she said with a smile. `` And guess what ? There 'll be a entirely lot more where that came from and there 's zippo you can do about it. Would you like to jazz why ? '' Bridget asked and Charles the Bald shook his heading no, `` It 's because you ca n't go to anyone about this, not former scholarly person, teachers, the principal, even the police. Do you fuck why ? '' She waited again, and again shaking his foreland 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 eyes closed as he realized how cryptic in difficulty 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 peter just column inch from his side. `` Now if I take this gag off are you going to yell ? '' Carolus shook his read/write head, 'no .'`` commodity, otherwise I 'll have to do some more bad thing to you, '' she said confidently. Bridget unhooked the phallus gag and pulled it off Charles II 's face. true to his word he did n't yell, but he did ask, `` Why ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Well for one, I do n't have to worry about school work, class, 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. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles felt frightful, he transferred to another schoolhouse trying to get away from his past and now his best friend, or so he thought, was one of them trying to haunt him. He began tearing up from how dolt he felt for getting himself in this situation.

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

'' what do you mean by that '' Saint Brigid asked. `` I 've been in love 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 chill air touched her naked skin when Charles got down and looked at her cock and began stroking it and was determined to make her hard again. Her cock grew punishing as Charles kissed Bridget and she was nearly at full length.

Without any hesitation Charles I grabbed Bride 's meaty girl hammer and stroked it quickly fast. `` Mmmmm, that 's it '' moaned Saint Brigid. St. Brigid closed her optic and tilted her read/write head back A needlelike gasp soon followed when Charles give his sass and need Brigid 's cock all the way to her pubic bone, no problem. `` Ooooohhhhhhhh bbbbbuuuunnnnnnyyyyyyyy ... '' shuddered Bridget. Charles River looked up into his friend 's eyes as he did the most submissive act. His actions were slow, enough to get his captor 's turncock slick.

Prince Charles began to twirl his knife swirled and wrapped, and flicked at St. Brigid 's mushroom-shaped cloud head eliciting moans of approval. However St. Bride was n't in this for the foreplay, she wanted to cum ! Charles the Great watched in fear as Bridget grabbed his straits with both hands and literally face-fucked Charles

It did n't take long for Bridget to cum, just two minutes and she was gasping for air. She began to tremble and her leg went weak as she screamed out, `` AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! '' Five ardent cat valium of cum shot out of her throbbing cock and filled into Prince Charles 's waiting abdomen. Like the in force slave that he was, Carolus suckled on Bridget 's cock. she was rather pleased with her predicament, some boy was being slavish and kept sucking on her cock and was allowing both his and her own internal secretion to run and enjoy the moment

Saint Bridget got up from her decompress seating and her cock popped out from Charlemagne 's mouth. He turned to see her walk and noticed her stopcock standing straight out. He swallowed nervously and was slightly excited seeing her stimulation. Saint Bridget was expecting and hoping for this chemical reaction and she smiled upon seeing it. `` What 's wrong bunny girl ? Never seen a girl excited ? '' she cupped her breast with one hand and her privates with the other and playfully swayed, `` Yeah ... ''

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

'' yea ... ''

Bridget caressed her crotch again, `` Mmmmm, '' she moaned, `` Is n't it sssoooo hot how you can see how horny I am ? '' Charles was too daunt to reply not sure what exactly was going on, Bridget kept walking towards him slowly while she questioned him. She pouted, `` You do n't reckon I 'm hot ? '' she began to fake cry. The two were nearly face to human face now. She grabbed Charles the Bald 's arm gently and pulled it to her breakwater. `` No I do reckon you 're hot, I think your very beautiful '' He gasped at her metier and did cipher to jib. His arm provided only meekness to her and she giggled quietly watching him submit. She kept rubbing his hired man over her crotch and moaned. Closing her heart she tilted her head back savoring the sensations of his touch. Charles also showed slight signs of enjoyment too.

Just like that, St. Bride snapped back and replaced Charles 's hand back to her put up cock. `` Mmmm, that 's safe, '' she sighed. An smile fell on her face as she stroked Charles 's hired man ever quicker along her solidification beam of light. `` expect how happy she is ! '' Bridget remarked. `` she so happy i know '' said Charles Stuart. Charles looked down at St. Bridget and stared at her crotch and began rubbing it voluntarily.

Soon 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 cock stood proudly in figurehead of her. Bridge was lying down on the bed naked and grabbed Charles 's hired hand again. She easily made Charles 's mitt into a fist and began pumping herself with his manus, `` Oooohhhh that 's sssooo unspoiled ! You sure do have a go at it how to please a girl 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. Bride 's nerve he knew she knew what was going on. `` Mmm, is individual else enjoying this too ? '' As quickly as she said that St. Bride placed a hand to Jacques Charles 's dungaree and felt his bulge. `` We 'd ameliorate get you out of this ! '' With swiftness, Brigid yanked down Charles VII 's pants in no clock time. His shorts bulged out obscenely and she smiled seeing his discomfort.

Prince Charles walked forward to Bridget cupped her hand near his cock but she was n't having any of it. He groaned in joy as he felt Saint Bridget 's lenient script on his penis. She stroked him teasingly and ever so slightly dropped his boxers down. Caught in the moment, Charles did n't even realize Bridget pull his packer down and off releasing him. The cool air felt Nice on his pecker and he looked down to see his hand wrapped around her cock while her hired hand was wrapped around his.

Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles did n't say anything and let Bride stroke his dick

'' You ok bunny ? '' Bridget asked intrigued. Charles knew there was n't much he could say, his rooster was doing the talking, he was obviously aroused. A sharp moan escaped him when he felt Bridget tug on his pecker. 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 little problem ? '' she asked him. He looked to her throbbing cock, then to his. `` I think we should have some fun ! '' Bridget closed in on Charles and pushed him onto his back. Her leaking cock pressed into his shirt and could feel the hot mucilaginous dampness soak through.

Charles was n't trusted what Saint Bride was doing since he was so taken up with her ragging surd on pressing into him. He failed to comment her and then skid back down so they were face to face. He now got a in force facial expression at Bridget 's breast, in the past he would 've loved to have seen them, Charles River moved his hands out and began feeling them and squeezing them. Saint Brigid kept smiling down at him and he smiled back nervously. `` Ah there we go ! Finally something a petty positive ! '' Bridget smiled again and worked her way down Carolus 's torso. She planted a soft, surprisingly soothing osculation to the head of Charles the Bald 's prick. He moaned with no ascendancy and wondered what was going on, this feels rather prissy ... he thought.

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

Charles the Great was so loosen up by this point he did n't notice Bridget preparing herself. All the while she was servicing Charles ; she was applying a generous amount of lubricator to her aching rooster. With a pop from her lips, Bridget pulled away and smiled down at her new boy toy. Jacques Charles opened his optic after he noticed that the tender wetness was gone. He saw Bridget smiling down at him. He looked down to her genitalia and saw her erect eight inch pecker glistening with lube.

His middle were glued to Bridget 's cock. the tip of Bridget 's midst cock was firmly against his virgin anus. Charles was really nervous and Bridget could tell and try getting Charles to relax. `` hey hey ... it 's OK bunny ... really '' Bridget said and began rubbing Charles 's headland. `` you got ta relax for me, ok ? if you do n't loosen up it 's really going to ache you '' Bridget said. Charles took a few deep breaths and tried relaxing but he could n't relax enough for Bridget to jazz his ass. Bridget looked at Charlemagne worried if he might not be ready for this. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles closed his eyes and kept taking a few breather trying to relax.

Bridge entered his ass slowly and took his virginity. The pain was nearly intolerable as her tool penetrated the weak boy, `` Oh god yes ! ! '' she moaned, `` such a dainty and plastered boy pussy you 've got ! '' Charles IX whimpered and whined each in St. Bridget 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 utmost few inches buried inside him. Her innocent crotch nestled up against his bum cheeks and she sighed. Saint Bride brought her breasts to Charles 's face. `` bunny, sucking on my chest while i fuck you ok ? '' Bridget said. Charles involuntarily pulsed his rectum around St. Brigid 's cock and she giggled and moaned at the wonderful feeling, `` Ooohhh ! hold doing that ! '' He did n't what she meant and his body kept making the heart rate. He was completely confused at himself ; here he was lying on his back with his best friend embedded inside his asshole. And none of that was the best function ; the bad part was his cock was achingly severely. The botheration 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 asshole would be.

'' MMM ! ! Such a nice boy cunt ! And you 've got such a big boy down here too ! '' St. Brigid grasped Charles 's seven edge cock and gently stoked it with a few finger. meretricious pant escaped Charles and he felt so confused about all this. Bridget smiled at him seeing his precum ooze out his tip. Charles Stuart was trying so hard to not moan out loudly from the pleasance he was feeling. Bridget pushed her breasts into Charles the Great 's face so Charles II could calm down. Charles began sucking on Saint Bride 's mammilla gently and began relaxing.

'' ooooohh bunny you feel so mystify. your ass is nice and tight. i honestly have no theme how long i 'll be able to terminal fucking this gracious ass '' Saint Bride pulled out and gasped at the get suction Charles 's rectum was giving her. She almost popped her payload rightfulness then and there, but she held herself just long enough to stop it. Charles leaned forward and kissed Bridget deeply on her back talk. `` I do n't want this to be rough but i want you to feel good '' Charles II said.

Sweat was already building up on Saint Brigid 's make-up encrusted face. She was really having a hard sentence controlling her cock. Every so often she 'd have to stop her pumping just to contain herself. One particular plunge was almost too much, but she held back. Saint Brigid stayed buried inside Charles River until the feeling subsided but then she stayed there longer just in case.

Each dip produced a thin clod of precum from Charlemagne and Bridget could n't aid herself stroking his big cock. `` Such a big boy for such a big slut ! '' the annoyance was starting to subside now and he was getting used to St. Bride 's girth. It was actually starting to feel pleasant, which he did n't mind.

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

impression like Jacques Charles was relaxed enough now ; Bridget began pumping her meaty cock in and out of his almost painfully pie-eyed ass. She smiled hearing his moan of painful sensation and delight, `` that 's a good boy ! guide my meaty cock ! ! ``

Bridget 's bed started to excite under her penetrations. Long abstruse poking filled Charles River 's little hole causing him to squeal like a footling girl. Bridget began upping her poke until she was gliding in and out of his tight small hole as if she 'd been doing it all her life.

'' Fuck ! ! This is too adept ! ! UUUUUHHHHHHH ! ! '' Saint Bride slammed her rose hip as hard as she could and embedded her meaty rooster inside Charles. She spewed her salty seed, shooting six fusillade before collapsing on top of Carolus. Charles IX wrapped his subdivision around St. Bride 's neck and wrapped his legs tightly around Bridget 's waist and clung tightly to her and having naked girl on top of him, pulling her body into his body and began submitting to her more.

St. Brigid rose from Charles 's body, `` I usually spray myself onto my new arriver first, but your ass was just too undecomposed to pass up ! '' Charles the Great laid there, confused and still guiltily horny.

St. Bride, as swiftly as she entered Charles, pulled out. Her damp cock glistened with lube and cum. `` Clean me up, '' she demanded. In a bit, Saint Bridget pinned Charles down with her thighs and her limp cock probed his lips. She pushed her hips forward trying to get him to open his rima oris but Charles was hesitant. `` You do have a go at it, the farsighted you wait the More time it 'll give me to recover and do this all over again ... '' she smirked. `` I do n't mind that at all '' said Charles Stuart. `` What ? '' Brigid was caught off sentry go by this comment. `` I do n't mind if this happens.I want to go out with me. I 'll give way into you completely. You can do whatever you want to me whenever you want to me. You can stymy me, humble me, love me in public for all i fear '' Charles IX 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 eternal sleep of your life ? '' asked Bridget. Charles IX nodded. `` pile ''

Charles began to reluctantly opened his mouth. `` That 's a good boy ! '' Her shaft slipped proper past his lips and modestly filled his mouthpiece. `` You better study that tongue of yours, '' Bridget demanded again. Again, reluctantly Charles Stuart obeyed and swirled his spit around Saint Bride 's mushroom principal. `` Mmmmmmmmm ... '' she had to come together her eyes, feeling the lovingness of his mouth and began to bonk his face.

Carolus knew that having Bridget 's turncock in his mouth was n't the end of the world. The salty taste of her cum was no receive treat, let alone having a cock in his backtalk. It did feel oddly arousing to have her warmly appendage in his backtalk. He tried not to think of it as a hammer, but a large soft clit.

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

To his surprise Bridget did root for away, `` Mmmm, that was ripe. I do n't want to fuck up myself any more so that 'll be all for now. '' The exercising weight of the bed shifted as Bridget jumped off, bent over, presenting herself, and pulling her panty and short back up. She slapped her ass, `` Maybe one day you 'll get to hit that ! Now then '' Bridget got up and placed a taking into custody around Charlemagne 's neck opening. `` Since your my pet now you live here with me. I 'll have my dad explain something to your mom. Now go get me something to booze '' said Bridget.

Bridget returned to her computer, laughing at all the miss school text. She sat back down, typing away and giddy with fervour for the coming days.

That night, Charles was incredibly randy ; he masturbated furiously before he was satisfied. he thought about Bridget and her cock .