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Preparations for the Karla’s wedding were funny. Where the day before, the Queen had arrived as Marion was about to have her gown slipped over her head, that morning Elizabeth insisted on sharing in the entire process. When she saw that the other women were naked, she just shrugged and undressed as well. For the first time they used the full size of the giant bathtub. Marion was in the tub with Karla’s head nestled between her firm breasts, while Barb, Anna and Maria gently worked musk oil into her skin. Liz joined them, making room for herself by Karla’s right leg. Maria was across from her, working on the left, while Barb and Anna were on each side of her torso. Marion just caressed Karla’s face, and periodically would melt her lips against the girl’s.
Then, in a very sleepy voice, Karla whispered, “Mommy, do I really have to go through with this? Couldn’t I just stay here forever and ever?” She sighed deeply and continued, “I have never felt this good in my entire life.”
“And I have never had my hands on a more perfect body, either,” Liz interjected. “Karla Kosta, you should be declared illegal!” Then she looked around at the others and said, “But you’re all the same, aren’t you? There’s just the most perfect satin-smooth skin over perfect muscles.”
Then straightening up in the tub she continued, “I’m sorry, Karla. You have no choice in the matter. You are going to be married today! Understand?”
“But why?” Karla asked in the same sleepy voice. Then she tipped her head and melted her lips against Marion’s.
“Because you were made to be fucked, young lady!” the Queen replied. “Now it’s time to get with the program.”
“But, Your Majesty,” Karla protested with her eyes now gleaming, “Douglas wants to put that great thing between his legs into my tiny hole! It just can’t possibly fit,” she wailed.
“Young lady, I have it on good authority that you take Doug in your mouth and nearly drain him dry. When you do, the tip of his cock is somewhere in your belly,” Liz replied. “Now, Karla, it’s time to even things out. He has already bored a hole from your mouth to your belly. Now he must bore one up from your cunt, to join with it.”
Raising an eyebrow she continued, “The next time you’re at Court, I shall inspect you. I expect to be able to see light, whether I look up from your cunt, or down from your mouth. Am I clear, Duchess of Newcastle?”
“But, Your Majesty, that would make me... a sex object! Good grief! And me, the savior of my country, or some such...” She shook her head and murmured, “The shame of it all!”
The girls all howled with laughter.
After helping Karla out of the tub, they put her on a massage table and worked on her vagina and her asshole. Marion worked particularly gently to stretch it. As she worked, Karla whispered, “Mom, will you be with me tonight? Please?” She paused and added, “In spite of sleeping with Doug for weeks, I’m really scared.”
“You just want to get even, don’t you, Daughter?” Marion replied. “Just because I put you out on my wedding night, you want to return the favor, don’t you?”
Karla lifted her head from the table, turned toward Marion, and with a lovely grin just rapidly nodded her head. Marion replied by sticking out the tip of her pink tongue, then said, “I suppose it’s only fair...”
Leaning over, she melted her lips against Karla’s and again felt the incredible surge of love and grace between them. “Yes, my darling daughter, I will share your bed with you tonight.” Then with a look of alarm she added, “But does that mean I’ll have to make a tit available for Doug to squeeze, too?”
“Of course you do, Mother,” Karla replied tartly. “I mean ... After all ... Well, Dad was squeezing my tit on your wedding night. And that was when yours weren’t as firm as they are now, either. It’s only fair.”
When they finally began to dress Karla, Elizabeth was standing apart from the naked women. “You all are too much! You are female perfection!” Then, looking at Marion, she began slowly to shake her head.
“And what’s the trouble this time?” Marion asked.
“Oh ... nothing...” Elizabeth said blithely.
Marion just raised an eyebrow and waited.
“Well,” she blurted, “I think I’m having a change of heart. Do you realize, Marion, that you’ll be breaking up a perfectly-matched set? Do you? I mean ... Just look!”
Now barely able to control a grin, she continued, “Karla has golden blonde hair and blue eyes, Anna has auburn hair with green eyes, Maria has dark hair with gray eyes, while Barbara has...” She shook her head and continued, “I don’t know what color her hair is — or what color it isn’t would be easier — but she has the warmest brown eyes. Aside from hair and eye color differences, they are absolutely identical.
“Now with Karla going off, Marion, you’re ruining the set!” Elizabeth wailed.
Marion looked thoughtful for a moment, but then shook her head firmly. “I’m sorry, Liz. You make a very good point. But there’s the other side. Just think of the gorgeous infants that will come from these loins!” Looking resigned she added, “And if that’s the price...”
Finally, Karla was beautifully gowned, and the wedding party drove down the hill to the church. Anna and Maria paced down the aisle to the strains of The Wedding March, followed by Barbara as the maid of honor. Then, to Karla’s great surprise, Caitlin Fitzpatrick appeared, dressed as the flower girl, with John Taylor, the ring bearer. When her eyebrow went up, Caitie quickly assured her that she was well practiced in the rôle.
Elizabeth looked at Karla from the corner of her eye and decided that never in history had a bride looked so beautiful. Karla moved down the aisle on the Queen’s arm, with Donald Whitfield following.
The Nuptial Mass proceeded to the point at which there would be a homily. Normally, this is skipped in such a mass, but not this time. The presiding priest went to the pulpit and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, Her Majesty, Elizabeth II, Queen of England!” Then he moved aside and took a seat between the two altar servers while the Queen went to the pulpit.
Looking around the small church, Elizabeth found the person she was looking for. “Would the president of the Czech Republic, the Honorable Václav Havel, please join me?” While she waited for him to come up the aisle, she looked around the church and realized that it was a repeat of the day before. Again, sunlight was shining through both windows in the front of the church, and both Claire and Karl Kosta appeared to be overjoyed.
With Havel beside her, she began, “This is truly a day of joy. Looking around, it’s apparent that the joy is not confined to Earth, but appears to be shared in Heaven. On the right you see St. Claire of London, with her smile beaming.” Then Liz shook her head and corrected herself. “That’s not true. She’s not beaming, she’s ecstatic. Why? Because her grandson, Douglas Whitfield, is fortunate enough to be marrying the most beautiful — and possibly the most courageous — woman who has ever lived.
“Then across from St. Claire, we see St. Karl Kosta. Why is he beaming? Because his granddaughter is marrying the grandson of the man whose life he saved so many years ago. Furthermore, as most of you know, Douglas Whitfield himself is one of the greatest heroes who has ever lived.
“Now why, you may wonder, am I being joined up here by the President of the Czech Republic? Then answer is quite simple.”
Only then did the people realize that Havel had a very large flat package with him. Elizabeth continued, “We have a joint gift for the bride to give to her son.” There was an audible gasp from the congregation at her reference.
With a warm smile Elizabeth continued, “You see, some years ago, when Karla was only sixteen years old and a virgin, a Czech hero was mortally wounded in action against the occupying Soviet forces. He was brought to a small house to die, and asked to share his last moments on earth with this girl. He impregnated her that night and knew it. He asked Karla to do her best for their child. She did.
“Karla Kosta left Czechoslovakia as it was then known, and made her way across the guarded border to Germany. There, in a small convent nine months later she gave birth to an infant. The nuns at the convent had already made arrangements for the baby’s adoption by a childless American couple.”
At this point the Queen paused and said, “Incidentally, this morning Karla Kosta is again an unpenetrated virgin. On this point I am absolutely certain. Now how can a woman who has given birth be a virgin? Ask the Creator of the Universe, for whom all things are possible. You see, Karla Kosta ranks above the angels in Heaven in the eyes of God. What is above the angels? We know that God Himself is. But who else? We have no idea. Yet that is the situation.
“But back to the gift.” At this point she nodded to Havel, who opened the package and hung the contents in front of the pulpit. It was a very large picture, but more like a shadow box because of its depth. Centered at the top was a photograph of Karl Kosta wearing his RAF uniform. Below it was a formal picture of Karla wearing her crown as Queen of Bohemia. Beside it was the photograph of a young man; it looked like it had been a graduation picture. “You may recognize the pictures of Karl Kosta and Karla. Beside Karla is a picture of Wilhelm Werner, the boy’s father. In addition, there are medals: Karl’s Victoria Cross and DFC, and Karla’s and Wilhelm’s Karla Crosses. Finally, there are letters flanking the picture of Karl Kosta. One is from me, while the other is from Václav Havel. In each case we are writing to William Wallace, this couple’s son. He’s now living in Columbus, Ohio, in the United States.”
Then she turned to Havel, who hadn’t spoken to that point. Havel began, “Thank you, Your Majesty. First, I wish to thank you and your people for saving us from Nazi tyranny—”
“Mr. President,” the Queen interrupted, “as Karla is so fond of pointing out, had it not been for the utter disgrace of Munich, it might never have happened at all.” She paused, and then continued sorrowfully, “If it was not the most disgraceful episode in all of British history, sir; I know of none that was worse. My father, King George VI, was seriously thinking of dismissing Parliament and undoing what Neville Chamberlain had done. Sir, I can assure you that he is in full agreement with my position.” With a smile she apologized, “But I interrupted...”
“ ... for saving us from Nazi tyranny, and then along with the Americans to whom we both owe an unpayable debt, for saving us from the Soviet tyranny that followed.”
After looking around the small church for a moment, he continued, “The reason I am here — and the reason there is a Karla Cross — is that had it not been for this beautiful woman, there would be no Czech Republic nor any freedom. And I would have long since rotted away in an unmarked grave somewhere.”
With a broad smile he continued, “It’s a good thing that we do not have any major elections scheduled for any time soon. Because if we did, my government would fall, the Republic would fall, and once again we would become the Kingdom of Bohemia. Why? Because Karla would become the first freely-elected monarch in all of history. And I can guarantee a vote for her greater than 90 percent.”
Again he paused and then continued, “You may not know this, but today is a national holiday in the Czech Republic. Why did the government so declare it? We didn’t, of course. But our people heard that their Queen is being married today. Every single Czech citizen is somewhere, this very minute, watching these proceedings on television. They are rejoicing in the happiness of their Queen. And Karla Kosta, Queen of Bohemia, is their queen. But she is so much more. You see, at home she is revered as a living saint. I have it on good authority that one problem Douglas Whitfield had was buying an engagement ring for her. Why would he have a problem? There are many fine jewelers in Prague.
“Why then the problem? The problem wasn’t finding a ring; the problem was paying for it! You see, when the jeweler learned that the diamond was for his queen, he insisted on giving it to her. And this is in spite of the fact that the main diamond alone is worth tens of thousands of pounds sterling.”
Then he grinned, looked down at Duke who was lying down in front of the front row of pews and said, “It’s too bad you weren’t there, Sir Duke. I’m sure you could have persuaded the jeweler to accept payment much faster than Lord Whitfield was able to do. And this, despite his size and experience as a senior officer in the SAS!”
After looking around the church again, he concluded, “We had better get on with it. The bride and groom appear to be getting impatient.”
He paused, looked up, and then, as if thinking out loud, said, “I wonder why that could be?”
Then with a grin he added, “I guess they must be serving some wonderful things at the reception, and Karla and Doug can’t wait...”
At that comment there was a roar of laughter from the congregation. And had anyone been looking, he would have seen St. Claire and St. Karl Kosta howling with laughter, too.
When Elizabeth left the altar, Václav Havel sat beside her in a front pew. The priest then continued with the Mass to the point of the exchange of vows. Then there was a repeat of the day before. The same golden cylinder appeared and led the couple through their vows. Strangely, it seemed almost to smile when Karla promised to “love, honor and obey.”
At that point He paused and said, “Now remember, Karla, you have promised to obey Douglas. You did know what you were saying, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Lord,” Karla replied is a voice strong enough to be heard throughout the church, “I certainly did know what I was saying.” Then with a little grin she added, “But you were saying... ?”
“Young lady,” the Voice replied acerbically, “I certainly don’t need to be prompted to perform a marriage ceremony!”
Karla just giggled while the exchange of vows continued.
Finally the Voice said, “What I have joined together, let no man put asunder!” Then in a lower voice He added, “Before you kiss the bride — and, Douglas, please confine it to just a kiss, here in church — I thought I might add a little something, with apologies to the organist who has been doing such a wonderful job.”
There was a pause and it almost seemed like embarrassment, but the Voice continued, “You’ve all heard about ‘the multitudes of the heavenly hosts singing... ‘ Well, there hasn’t been much call for that for at least a couple of thousand years.”
Then it seemed as if the vision was glaring at Karla as He continued, “But then you have to wreck it — along with your flower girl, Caitlin Fitzpatrick, and your matron of honor, Barbara Sloan. Among you, you have emptied out Purgatory — and keep it empty. The result of this — aside from the inevitable overcrowding up here — is that I have thousands of people who want to sing your praises. So I decided to let them.”
With that there began the most incredible singing human ears had ever heard. It was instantly clear that “multitudes” was some number in the thousands, and all of the voices were perfectly matched and harmonized.
To the truly Heavenly music, Doug melted his lips against Karla’s and almost passed out from the unleashed power of her love and passion, then taking her hand he led her down the aisle.
Leaving the church, they passed under an arch of sabers, this time held by officers of the Grenadier Guards. To their amazement, the singing continued to ring in their ears all the way up the hill to the castle, and then continued inside.
When they realized what was happening, Karla said quietly, “Don’t you think you’re overdoing it, bigtime?”
“No, I certainly do not!” the Voice replied. “In fact, I find I like it so much, I may just keep it in for Caitlin’s wedding when that time comes.”
When the others returned and the receiving line formed, it was similar to the one the day before, but this time with the addition of Václav Havel, the president of the Czech Republic, and Václav Klaus, the prime minister.
To Karla’s great delight, Paula Wilhelm was there, too, along with her husband. “My darling,” Paula said after melting her lips to Karla’s, “never has there been a more beautiful nor a happier bride. And, darling, there is no one alive so deserving of every happiness.”
When Caitlin came through the line holding John Taylor’s hand, Karla dropped to her knees, wrapped the girl in her arms, and melted her lips to the girl’s. Instantly she felt a rush of the purest love and grace at a level that rivaled Barbara’s.
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Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
Lesbian“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...