Chapter 1

Once upon a time, in a tiny kingdom far away, there lived a King and Queen. Now King Brent was a handsome man, a warrior still in his prime. Six feet tall, tanned and fit from sword practice, dirty-blonde hair hanging loose to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes looking out from a rugged face. Queen Gwen was slightly shorter, a statuesque woman with raven black hair and sensual green eyes, who retained her beauty and figure even after having three wonderful children. But there was a small problem in this land of happiness. Lately the Queen had been dissatisfied with the King's inattention. They argued now, and in one such argument he said he was just tired of it all and wanted her to leave him alone. He then moved out of their suite into rooms of his own, leaving her to an empty bed and lonely nights.

Now, Queen Gwen was not a person to just give up. She secretly sent messengers out to seek help for her situation. She offered a great reward for anyone who could rekindle the flame in her failing love life. Many charlatans answered her call. Some offered powders and potions to slip into his drink, others offered amulets for her to wear to arouse his lust, and even more offered "magical words" to whisper into his ear. None of them worked. Some even pushed him further away. Gwen fast approached despair of ever getting her love life back again.

Then one day a man and a woman called upon the castle. He introduced himself as Meric and the woman as his wife, Megan. They were just passing through, and looking for a place to sleep for the night. Being the kind rulers that they were, the King and Queen allowed them to stay in an unused guest room, ordering a page and a maid to tend to their needs. While settling the guests in, the maid, Rachael, dropped one of their bags. Out tumbled many strange items and devices.

"Oh", she exclaimed, "What are those?"

Megan quickly gathered them back up while Meric answered, "Just the tools of our trade, my dear."

"I have never seen tools like that m'lord." the maid said.

"Well they are very special tools, my dear", he said with a wide grin on his face, "for a very special trade." Then he winked at her.

"Are you wizards!?!?" she gasped.

"No, we just have a few tricks to make live easier to live."

Megan spoke up from the corner where she stashed the bag, "If you want, you can come by after dinner and we can show you."

Meric swept his eyes over the maid. Nice body, little thin in the hips, but a full bust. Young though, might have seen twenty summers if that. "Yes, my dear, please come by after dinner. We would be glad to show you our tricks of the trade."

Dropping a quick curtsy she then hurried off to help the Queen prepare for dinner.

Back in the guest room...

"You really want her to come back?" Meric asked his wife, as he watched her begin to strip off her traveling clothes.

"Yes, she is cute, and the Queen did say she is to attend our every need." There was a special look in her eyes as she said that, one that foretold an eventful night.

Dinner was served in the great hall. Three tables forming a "U" in the middle of the room. Sideboards loaded with delicious meats and breads and other dishes. Meric and Megan sat as far from the King and Queen as you could get and still be at the tables, but they were served with no less courtesy than anyone else at the table was. Entertainment was provided in the form of jugglers and a bard performing in the center of the tables. After dinner Meric and Megan retired to their room. Shortly after they had bathed there was a knock at the door. Meric answered it while his wife finished toweling off and was getting dressed for bed.

"Requested my presence, m'lord?" she asked with a slight dip of her body.

"Yes. If you would, help Megan finish dressing please. I will be out here getting ready to show you our trade." He answered with a grin on his face and twinkle in his eye.

Rachael hurried across the room to the door of the sleeping room. There she stopped to take in the site before. Megan had dried off from her bath and was rummaging in her bag for a nightdress. Her pretty face was turned in profile to show a small nose with an upturned tip. Her strong chin sat above a sturdy neck. Her pleasantly plump breast hung just a little over her stomach, which pouched just a tiny bit. Long, thick legs flowed from hips just right for childbirth. The thing that caught Rachael's eye the most, though, was her hair. Long, full, fire red hair hanging damply down her back to brush the top of her ripe, round ass. The trimmed bush at the fork of her legs proved she was born with that color. Somehow sensing her presence, Megan turned. Sensual gray eyes the color of a stormy sky widened slightly then a mischievous look entered them as she turned.

"So you did decide to join us." She murmured as she approached Rachael. Her moves were graceful and sensual, causing a flush to creep up the young maid's body while a small fire seamed to spring to life in the center of her being.

When less then a foot separated them Megan reached out and ran a finger down Rachael's cheek. Dropping from her face, Megan's hand fell into the small amount of cleavage shown off by the castle livery. Rachael gasped as Megan began slowly undoing the laces of the dress, exposing more of the valley between her heaving breasts. Like a stunned doe, Rachael just stood there as Megan pulled the dress off her shoulders to fall to the floor in a heap around her ankles. Slipping her fingers into the top of her under-things, Megan tugged Rachael further into the room and spun her toward the bed.

"M-m-m'lady," Rachael was finally able to stammer, "what are you doing?"

"Showing you some of our tricks of the trade my dear." Megan's voice was husky, and a hungry look came over her face as she stared at the lush body before her. Like her husband, she believed Rachael's hips were a little thin, but those long legs looked toned and strong. The breast-band held her tits in place, but did nothing to hide the creamy white skin. The dark aureoles were showing through the thin fabric and the fat nipples poked out, proving that the girl was getting excited.

With a quick swoop, Megan knelt and reached around behind Rachael to ties holding the band in place. Her nimble fingers made short work of the knots and the piece of cloth fell into Rachael's lap. As soon as the right nipple was free, Megan bent and flicked her tongue across it.

Rachael had never felt anything like it. A jolt raced through her body, flashing from her nipple through out the rest of her body. The fire that she felt earlier swelled and moved down into the juncture of her legs, causing her to get moist. Another jolt followed the first as Megan continued to lick, then suck her nipples. Megan's hands were not idle during all of this, but roamed from Rachael's back, to her tummy, then down her legs and back again, stopping only to play with her other nipple. Then Megan switched her mouth over to the other breast and brought her hand up to play with the now hard nipple. Once it too was hard, she then alternated back and forth, back and forth, stroking the fire in the pit of Rachael's being until she thought she would burst from it.

Suddenly cold air assaulted her nipples as Megan stepped back then pulled her to her feet. Kneeling down, Megan gripped her under-things and pulled them down to show a dark, untrimmed bush. Droplets of moisture clung to her hairs; evidence of the lust coursing through her body. With the cloth at her feet, she was again pushed onto the bed, this time onto her back. Feathery touches traveled from the inside of her knee to the area around her navel and back to the other knee. Looking down, Rachael saw Megan lean in and plant a kiss on the inside of her thigh. Megan's hands traveled back to her knees and began a gentle push outward. More kisses followed, and slowly Rachael's legs fell open allowing Megan complete access to her dark pleasure spot. Megan's fingers, so nimble on the knots of the dress and band, now blazed trails of fiery lust through Rachael's thick bush and wet folds. After stroking her pussy lips, Megan's fingers then plunged in, wiggling and squirming the whole time. Pushing and stroking, Megan got two fingers in, then setup a gentle in and out rhythm. In and out, faster and faster until her hand was a blur. The whole time this was going on, her other hand had never stopped stroking and playing with Rachael's lips. Then Megan's head dipped and her tongue joined her fingers in exploring the secrets of Rachael's now drenched pussy.

Rachael was lost in a world of pleasure, no longer caring what happened as long as Megan never stopped. The fire in her coursed out of control as wave on wave of sheer bliss flowed through her body. Suddenly, what felt like a bolt of lightning hit her pussy as Megan's tongue flicked over her clit. Again and again the lightning struck until she could stand it no more. Screaming out her rapture, Rachael burst the fire inside erupting and pouring out of her. Her limbs shook and her body spasm as the pleasure kept building and building. Then she passed out.

When Rachael regained conciseness, Megan was laying beside her stroking her skin and playing with her nipples and clit.

"My turn." She said with a grin.

"Your turn?" Rachael stammered out.

"Yes, I want you to do the same thing to me ... Don't worry, I will tell you what to do."

Megan moved up the bed to lean against the headboard. Rachael moved her head tentatively toward Megan's nipple. Her tiny tongue slipped out from between her lips to give it a cursory swipe. Then again, and then once more. After a few more licks, Rachael lowers her head some more and takes the nipple in her mouth. Lightly grazing the nipple with her teeth, Rachael forces as much of the big tit in her mouth as she could. Feeling Megan shudder a little empowered her to try more, sucking on the nipple while flicking her tongue across the tip. Also bringing her hand up to pinch and play with the other nipple. Megan's shudders grew larger and more frequent. Her breathing grew heavy and she started gasping out; "Yes, that's it. Pinch those nipples, bite them." Feeling bold with power, Rachael moved her lips down Megan's nice body. Leaving a trail of light kisses and butterfly licks, Rachael finally reached Megan's fire-red bush.

Hesitating now, not believing what she was doing, Rachael moved her face into the fork of Megan's legs. Then the aroma hit her, this musky fragrance rising up from Megan's pussy, curling into Rachael's nose and seaming to shoot straight to her brain. Something clicked in there, gone was the shy quiet maid. In her place was a lust filled woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She didn't put her face into Megan's pussy, she dove in, licking and nibbling. First attacking the clit then lapping all around it. She slid her tongue into Megan's hole to slurp up her juices. All this time her hands are still up pinching and playing with Megan's now sensitive nipples. It wasn't long before Megan shuddered her way through a larger orgasm. But Rachael wasn't finished yet. Repositioning her self, she brought her hands down to join the fun. She slipped a finger deep into Megan, burying it to the knuckle. Twisting and wiggling it she brought Megan to the brink of release, but no further. Soon a second finger joined the first, thrusting in and out while the thumb joined her tongue in tormenting Megan's clit.

It's unbelievable, Megan thought, this could not be the same shy girl that showed them to their room this afternoon. This was an experienced woman that knew just how to bring another woman to the brink of ecstasy and keep her there. She would approach release and Rachael would slow down, then speed right back up, bringing her to the edge again and again.

Rachael lifted her head from Megan's pussy. "Tell me what you want." She hissed, "Beg me for it..."

"P-P-P-Please, m-m-make me cum. Let me cum." Megan whispered, gasping for breath.

"What was that? I can't hear you"

"P-P-P-P-Please!" she cried out, "I need to cum"

"My pleasure." With that, Rachael redoubled her efforts. Fingers a blur tongue everywhere at once. Then she felt Megan stiffen, then begin to shudder as one orgasm after another racked her beautiful body.

Megan cried out as her back arched, her muscles locked and what felt like a flood of juices gushed from her pussy, drenching Rachael's face, hands, and the bed. Spots danced in front of her eyes and stars burst in her head as Rachael maintain her activities, prolonging the pleasurable agony. Then the fingers slowed and the tongue stilled as Rachael brought her down out of the clouds and back onto the bed.

Once Megan had settled a little, Rachael looked over her shoulder at the door. There stood Meric, nude and sporting a raging hard on that he was lightly stroking.

"Well, you going to stand there and waste that nice hard cock, or are you going to get over here and fuck me?"

Meric took a moment to study the once quiet maid. Her ass was in the air, wiggling provocatively, her face peering at him from over her shoulder was still wet from his wife's pussy juice and a look in her eyes that promised a sex filled night lay ahead.

"But of course my dear, I hate wasting a good opportunity." And with a slow grin on his face he strolled to the bed.