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And went ahead and laid down on the bed, indicating that I should slip in on her left and the girl in between us. She turned to the girl, bent over her, kissed her on mouth, eyes and throat, humming a tune almost soundlessly. Then she reached for the bottle and told me to hold open my hand. She poured a generous amount and told me to smooth the oil all over the girl. Just to avoid the hair and eyes. This was wonderful. The skin of the undernourished girl started to gleam and glow, so smooth to the touch, so nice-smelling, that I couldn't get enough of it. Oh, the feel of her nipples, hard as pebbles and yet so slick as if they had a life of their own. And down I went, over her stomach, towards her slit, rubbing and wriggling her button, covering her thighs, knees, shins and her feet. This she seemed to enjoy tremendously, since she encouraged me to continue again and again. And I must admit that there was something about her feet which appealed strongly to me: so frail looking and yet they had carried her hundreds of kilometres on her frightful trek and under the worst conditions. But in the end I wanted to make her feel really good, so I scuttled upwards again and tended to her treasure button. She invited me by spreading her legs wide, her thin shanks drawn up towards her chest. The sight of it almost made me lose my mind. The near hairless slit, with lips engorged, moisture glistening in the soft light and the button standing out proudly. I wanted to dive in and kiss her there. But as I looked up I saw the lady laying on her side, rubbing herself between her legs and kneading one of her breasts. Suddenly I felt ashamed that I had forgotten all about her. I scrambled up to her and asked her to let me do that for her.
Gratefully she sank back. I poured quite a lot of oil all over her body and invited the girl to help me. We spread the oil with our hands, massaging as we went, working it into breasts and nipples and into her slit. My hand was glibly sneaking into her opening, the girl watching in amazement as my hand all but disappeared inside the woman's body.
"Don't stop, girl, help me!" I pleaded with her and indicated that she should continue to fondle the breasts and nipples.
As she did this, the lady reached out and stuck her hand between the girl's legs. And she must have done something which I hadn't done previously because within a short while the girl started moaning frightfully, humping her lower body against the busy hand. The sight of the two was so fascinating, I nearly forgot to do my share of the work. However, her Highness grabbed my hand and quite forcefully pushed it further into her. I can't say it any other way: I must have been kicked into automatic overdrive. My hand started to piston in and out of the well-lubricated slit, the sounds we made resembling piglets slobbering over the sow's teats but the crush came, quite literally, when my other hand crept underneath her, my thumb finding her anus and popping in without hesitation. With a barely suppressed bellow she rose up from the bed, her body rigid, her thighs clamped down on my hands like jaws of steel, foam appeared on her lips, her internal ripples drawing my hand ever deeper into her. As suddenly as the "attack" came it went too. Her body broke out in copious perspiration and went utterly slack.
"Oh yes," she said. "Oh yes, you dear, dear children."
And she gathered us into her arms, one on either side. When I reached out a tentative hand to softly stroke her face, she started to cry, turned towards me and pressed me to her body, holding me close for a long time. I didn't resist at all, just drawing the girl towards me to be included in the embrace. Finally the lady removed her arms and started to get up. From a cupboard she took a small green bottle and three glasses.
"You are very dear children, both of you, and I am so happy that I had this opportunity to have you travel with me. Let us have a little drink to celebrate."
With that she poured some light green liquid into the glasses. We all drank, our throats being parched, and the wine, if that is what it was, had a curious aftertaste, almost like aniseed, and, judging from its lingering bite, must have been quite strong. We all settled back onto the bed after that. Her Highness told us that it should now be our turn to be good for each other. First, however, we should all have a quick shower. We did just that, washing each other but without any obvious groping or fondling. Afterwards, she poured us another small drink, which the girl tried to refuse.
"Come, dear, you know it tastes nice, and it will help you to relax and make all sensations even more enjoyable," the lady told her.
Hesitatingly at first, the girl drank it all in one gulp, shuddering as she did so.
"That is what I am afraid of," she whispered. "I am certain, that all this is but a dream. With a bad awakening ahead."
"But no, my girl, this is not a dream. We have been led together by fate to make ourselves forget all the bad times, putting them behind us forever," the woman told her, kissing her softly on her forehead and lips. "Now you and the boy may enjoy each other as much as you like."
Wasn't it strange that she avoided names completely, I thought. What could be the reason behind it? Should we part in the morning as strangers once again? But my musings were interrupted when the girl suddenly turned towards me, virtually throwing herself into my arms, pressing her skinny body against mine. I put my arms around her and held her tightly until she started to caress me with very soft touches, as if she wanted to get to know me by feel alone. Her fingers travelled lightly over my face, through my hair, over my shoulder and my chest, smoothing my nipples, exploring my armpits, then moving downwards over my stomach, hesitating, stroking my thighs, avoiding my centre, moving all the time and then, suddenly, she started to kiss me. And these kisses were not the kisses of a little girl any longer as her lips found my eyes, my cheeks and, finally, my mouth, sucking, demanding, opening my lips with her tongue. And that is when everything started in earnest. I felt little peter rising, my scrotum contracted and I pulled her on top of me, in turn stroking her back down to her small butt, kneading the cheeks, exploring the crack with the lightest of touches. She started moving her body then, never lying still, wriggling forever closer, her mound pressing against my dick, sliding herself along its puny length. And I could but answer in kind. My hand crept in between us, gliding down to her button, twirling and rubbing and at the same time opening my legs to bring her ever closer.
And now I knew what I wanted. I whispered to her to turn around, guiding her so that she was lying on my belly, her mouth over my peter and her girlish slit before my eyes. Immediately I stuck my tongue into her core, licking and sucking, nibbling her button, my hands parted her nether lips and my nose enjoyed her smell as much as my tongue enjoyed her young taste. Since her tiny anus started puckering and oscillating I licked that as well and circled it with my tongue till she pushed herself into my face as if to demand more and more of it. She did not forget her ministrations either. She manipulated my peter, even licked the tight scrotum and pulled back my foreskin, touching the glans with her lips and taking me in her mouth, fondling me with her tongue, swirling, sucking and licking till I seemed to lose my mind completely. I pulled her off me, laid her on her back and literally threw myself on top of her. Her legs opened wide, her slit was red and swollen, the lips parted, the button engorged and I started to frantically stab at her with my hard dick. Suddenly I felt a larger hand guiding me.
"Slowly," the lady whispered. "Slowly. Here is the way."
She put my rod against the small opening and pressed down on my butt at the same time. I was in heaven instantly. I glided inside like little peter was on roller bearings. Tight, moist and hot, I couldn't help but squirm and rotate inside her, trying to touch all of her, feeling all of me being enveloped by that magic sheath. The foreign hand never left my butt. She guided me, timed me, pressed me and set a rhythm to my motion, which made the girl respond in a wonderful sinewy fashion. She slid around on the bed, bucking, twisting, humping, not keeping still for a single moment, much like a rattlesnake moving swiftly over uneven ground. I tried to latch onto her mouth, but she kept me away, making a continuous keening sound which rose in pitch to loud wailing when I rubbed her breasts with a free hand while holding on for dear life with the other. However, when a well-lubricated finger stabbed into my anus, pushing and turning till it hit "my" spot, I lost it completely. Can a small boy roar? I think that I must have done so, because my frencied stabbing took on another dimension till suddenly my whole body spasmed and jerked and this time it felt as if my spinal column was being sucked dry by a gigantic vacuum pump. At the same time the girl underneath me became rigid as a board, her hands clawed into my back, raking along my sides, her wails turning into moaning as she struggled for air, a fierce blush spreading from her face to her breasts. As if by a secret signal given by an unknown force, the train rattled and clanged into motion at this exact moment, cutting short this monumental happening, stopping the sensory overload like a switch thrown on an electric junction box. As one we sighed as we all sank down onto the bed, myself rolling off the girl, but she still trying to hold onto me, with eyes shut, her nostrils dilated, her body quivering with small tremors.
I do not know for how long we have lain there, utterly spent, till I felt the lady stirring, eventually getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. After quite a while she come out and told us, that a bath was ready for us and that she would let us enjoy it by ourselves. I took the girl's hand and led her to the bath, getting in first and then holding her close to me between my outstretched legs, stroking her softly. In the warm, soapy water it felt as if my back was raw, where she had scratched me, but I didn't, couldn't mind. At peace with myself, the girl, the world, I was content to feel her heart flutter and beat like a captured bird under my loving hand. And that of course is what it became: love. There is no other word for it and she must have felt the same as she quietly, smoothly turned her body towards me and lifted her face up.
"I love you too," is all she whispered softly, kissing me lightly on my lips.
Eventually, the water became tepid, our skin started to wrinkle and we got out. I took great care to dry her, not rubbing but only touching her skin. When we went back into the compartment, the lady was dressed in her wonderful robe, smiling at us, but clucking surprisedly when she saw the state of my back.
"Oh, you dear girl, see what love can make you do!" she said. The girl blushed furiously and looked quite ashamed, but nevertheless assisted in spreading some cooling ointment on my back, taking great pains to not hurt me.
"We shall all sleep now," the lady advised us. "And in the morning we will talk about your future. Good night, dear children."
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