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Gwenna At The Castle Ch. 01 free porn video
This is my first attempt at erotic writing, though not my first time writing. I hope you like it! There will be many types of sex in the chapters, so please do not think that the first chapter is the limit of Gwenna’s sexual exploits!
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Gwenna wasn’t listening to her Da. He was going on and on about the honor the chieftain was paying him by taking her as a housemaid. Gwenna’s new step-ma looked less than thrilled by the honor, and whenever Da took a breath, Ma spoke quickly about the dangers to be faced working in the castle. Gwenna shook her head at her Ma’s ignorance- it was a castle, she would be sweeping and cleaning, there was no danger in that. No honor either that she could see. The only good part of this whole situation was getting away from her younger siblings and for the first time in her life having some freedom, even if that freedom was limited by a servant’s duties.
An hour later, Gwenna was being shown to a small room she would share with two other young girls. It was little more than a cot, and there was only one bed- but Gwenna was well used to sharing a bed with her sisters, so this was not a problem. She put her small satchel down and followed Mistress Erin down the hall. Erin was a big woman, Irish by birth with fiery red hair. She wasn’t kind per say, but nor was she particularly harsh either. She was explaining the rules without malice or compassion.
‘Now I’m not one to check up the lassies, ye kin take care of yerself, but if ye find yourself in a family ye’ll have no one but yerself to blaim, and the same to help ye with the bairn as well. Ye are out of yer father’s care now, there’ll be none to force the boy to marry ya, and if ye think love’ll be enough to motivate him to do so, then ye are daft. Now, as to the lords and such who come to call, a great many of them will try to tempt ye to their bed, and I’ll not say as it’s a bad way to earn a bit of extra coin, but a lord’s seed will grow yer belly as easily as a poor man’s, and rare it is that a lord will take care of a lass that gets herself in trouble. As long as ye do your duties, I don’t care what ye do with your extra time. An if ye do find yourself with a bairn or twa, as long as ye don’t get sickly, I don’t see as that will hinder you working all that much. Now, this is the kitchen, the main hall is through that door- you will take dishes from here to there, and bring back the empty ones. Give them to the boy to wash and return to fillin mugs and the like. That’s it, I wish ye well girl, and I hope I never have reason to speak with ye again.’
With that, Gwenna was unceremoniously introduced into her new life. Supper was being served, and Gwenna was pushed towards a line of pitchers filled with Ale, Milk and Wine. She reached for the wine, and had her hand slapped by the steward. ‘Don’t ye be takin that wine. Ye will spill it and its expensive stuff that is. You take the Ale, its cheap enough for the like a you.’ Gwenna glared at the young man, perhaps 25 who had spoken to her. He was tall and thin, weak looking compared to the big men of the clan, he reminded her of her Da, who was tall and lean and never was much of a warrior. She narrowed her eyes and vowed that this man would not treat her rough as her da had her whole life. She picked up the ale and gracefully sailed out of the kitchen, looking backwards and sticking her toung out as she skillfully twirled to push open the door with her butt and glide out into the great hall.
When she turned to face the table she ran smack into the biggest man she had ever seen. He was easily six and a half feet tall, and as big around the shoulders. His dark brown hair hung loosely over his shoulders, which were draped with a blue and brown plaid. He caught her around the shoulders to steady her as a slosh of ale leapt out of the pitcher to cover his stomach and drip slowly down lower. Her gaze traced its progress and stopped at the top of his sporran. She blushed and looked up at him and tried to stammer an apology. ‘I’m sorry m’lord. I didn’t see you.’
‘No I don’t suppose you did, twirlin and dancing in here the way ye did.’
Gwenna blushed deeper and dipped a short curtsey at him. ‘I’m afraid its my first day and I was over confident, I’ll be more careful in the future.’
‘See that you are youngling. But there is still this time to make up for.’
Gwenna bowed her head, dreading what the big man would do to her and braced for a slap. He took the jug from her hands and set it on the table behind him, then stepped closer to the girl. ‘I think ye owe me a boon lassie.’ He grabbed her around the waist with one arm, and she braced her hands on his arms, easily as big around as her own small waist, and looked up into his face. She was relieved to find his eyes twinkling at her and risked a hesitant flirt, ‘Well sir, if I owe you, I suppose I must grant whatever you ask of me.’
To Gwenna’s embarrassed surprise, the hall erupted into laughter and hoots. One of the en hollered, ‘Ye should take her at her word Niall and take her to yer bed, she’s a fair one she is.’ Gwenna realized what she had offered, and in front of all these men and tried to shrink away from the man, Niall she supposed.
Niall laughed and leaned down, ‘Doona worry girl, I’ll take no more than a kiss today, but in the future, ye best be wary of offerin a man something he may very much like to take.’ He kissed her firmly on the mouth, pressing her lithe young body against his, for a moment. As the men yelled their approval, Niall reached a hand down from her back to the round of her ass, and squeazed the firm roundness he found there, pulling her even closer to himself, and she felt the long hardness of him growing as the kiss deepend. Her arms went around his neck of their own accord and she rubbed against him. Niall pulled away from their kiss and pushed her away from him, ‘Lass, ye are a treat. I look forward to you serving in my father’s castle.’ With that he slapped her ass hard as a means of pushing her towards the ale pitcher.
It took Gwenna a moment to remember that she was supposed to be serving these men. She went from man to man, filling mug until her pitcher was empty. Not a few of the men patted her bum, or gave it a quick pinch as she worked. She quickly grew used to their familiarity and smiled generously at them. It was all innocent fun to her, and a vast improvement over the life she had endured until that morning. Gwenna was the oldest of a dozen children, nine of whom still lived. The woman she called Ma was the third her Da had married, the other two dying in childbirth along the way. This current woman had been six months pregnant by the time her Da had agreed to take her to wife, and she was only two years older than Gwenna. She was a scared, quiet woman and Gwenna could not believe she had ever experienced the thrill that it was to have men lust after her, but she must have to end up pregnant.
Gwenna had known what it was to be the object of desire since she began to transform at puberty. Her breasts were larger than average, he hair was curly and a deep brown with golden red strands woven through. Her waist wasn’t the smallest of her friends, but her ass made up for it, it curved out and called attention to itself even in the shapeless sacks that were the best she could make. When she had been chosen to work in the castle, her Da had spent the money to buy her a blue shift and a leather kirtle that pushed her breasts up so they looked as if they were about to spill out of the shift. She looked beautiful with her curly hair falling down her back, tamed slightly by the braids she used to keep it out of her face, but still wild and beautiful. Her eyes were a bright green, and flashed with mischief more often than not. She was a beauty, and that had saved her from years of caring for her siblings until she gave up and married whatever man would have her and start breeding her own bunch of children. Now she was free to enjoy her life a bit before the inevitable marri
age and children ended her youth.
Near midnight, Gwenna was nearly asleep on her feet. She was startled into wakefulness when a girl, her age but much shorter than Gwenna’s 5 feet 8 inches, slipped an arm through hers. ‘You’re Gwenna right? I’m Isabelle, one of your roommates- I’m guessing you’ve forgotten where your room is right? No worries, I am here to take you to bed.’ Isabelle giggled, and Gwenna looked at her curiously. ‘Come on, you’ll feel better after Anne and I get you in bed. Anne gives the best massages, and I’ll brush your hair for you. You have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen. My own is nothing special, red and straight as sticks, but yours has the most beautiful curl to it.’ Isabelle kept up a steady stream of conversation until they reached their small room on the third floor. When the door opened, they found a plump young woman, breasts even bigger than Gwennas with pert nipples showing beneath her thin shift and a round ass that looked like a pair of melons balanced on strong calves and behind a somewhat rounded belly. The girl was not fat, but she was well cushioned. This must be Anne. She was currently in the process of turning down the sheets and getting ready for bed, she turned for just a moment when Isabelle ushered Gwenna into the room. ‘Anne, this is Gwen, do you mind if I call you Gwen?’ Isabelle continued talking as Gwenna nodded slowly, staring at the body that was clearly visable beneath Anne’s shift- she had never seen someone so casual about showing her body- and she was in awe of the sensualness of the girl. It wasn’t a deliberate flirtyness like Gwenna practiced on the men, but a deep rooted knowledge of her sexual nature- and it affected Gwenna in ways that she didn’t know she could be affected by a woman.
Anne finished what she was doing, then turned to look Gwenna up and down, ‘You’re gorgeous, aren’t we lucky Bella? No man will resist our bed now, not with her sharing it with us.’ Gwenna opened her mouth in shock, but before she could speak a word, Anne continued speaking, ‘Bella, help me get her dress off,’ Isabelle did so, ‘We have quite a reputation, Bella and I, all the girls flirt and most have no qualms about taking a man or two to their bed, especially when the warriors are here, but even the fine ladies have been known to seek us out. I was quite put out when Mistress Erin told us that we would have another roommate, but you’re not bad at all. And you won’t mind sharing will you? Bella and I share everything, and you can too!’
Gwenna finally found her voice, ‘What do you mean share everything? You can’t possibly share clothes, she’s not even half your size!’
Both girls laughed and Isabelle answered, ‘Not clothes silly! We share men!.’
‘And Women’ Anne added
‘Women?’ Gwenna asked hesitantly, this was all more than she could comprehend. The idea of having a man had become quite appealing this evening, but sharing a man? That was something she’d have to think on. How could you share a woman? She had seen animals mating, she had the basic idea of how sex worked, she had even seen her cousin Taryn up against a tree with her legs wrapped around one of the boys from the village, but the details of the action were obscured by Taryn’s skirts. She was fairly certain that a woman didn’t have the necessary parts for copulation.
‘You are innocent aren’t you?’ Anne asked unnecessarily. ‘We’ll fix that won’t we?’
‘Yes we will.’ Isabelle was behind Gwenna, and she slid a hand from Gwenna’s shoulders to her rounded ass, and slid her hand between the cheeks to tease the puckered hole in the rear. Gwenna squeaked and jumped, causing her bare breasts to bounce, and making her realize she was totally nude.
She tried to cover her breasts, but Anne pulled her hands away.’No need to cover up sweetling, we’re going to be good friends, and besides- we have the same equipment see?’ Anne pulled her shift off her shoulders, and it dropped to the floor. Gwenna couldn’t help but stare at the large pair of breasts in front of her. ‘Why don’t you touch them dear?’ Gwenna shook her head and backed up, right into Isabelle. Electricity shot through Gwenna as bare skin touched bare skin for the first time, at some point, Isabelle had taken her dress off. Isabelle wrapped her arms around Gwenna’s stomach and pressed her smaller breasts into Gwenna’s bare back. Then a tongue started about halfway up Gwenna’s spine and traced the spine down to the crack of her ass. Cold fire raced across Gwenna’s skin and a slight moan escaped her lips ‘That’s right dear, it feels good- so just let go and go with it.’ Anne stepped closer to Gwenna and took her face in her soft hands, she kissed Gwenna, her tongue tracing the outline of her lips. Behind her, Isabelle kneeled, and slipped her tounge into the crack of Gwenna’s rear, and licked the puckered hole there. Gwenna opened her mouth in surprise, and Anne’s toung stole in to explore and play a sensual mating game with Gwenna’s tongue.
Gwenna realized that she was going to be had, yay or nay, and decided to go with the experience. Tentatively, her tongue responded to the caresses, and even ventured into Anne’s mouth to taste her. Isabelle stood and gently pushed them towards the bed. Anne sat and pulled Gwenna down next to her, then continued their kiss. It was unlike the kiss in the hall by Niall, this kiss was softer, and more promising. There was a hunger still, but it was not a need that seemed to consume Anne, this kiss was as much a promise as a demand. Isabelle knelt in front of both and kissed first Anne’s knee then Gwenna’s. Anne’s hand snaked through the small woman’s red hair and pushed her towards Gwenna. Isabelle put her hands on both of Gwenna’s knees and pushed gently. Gwenna resisted for a moment, then let her legs be pushed apart. Isabelle kissed the inside of each, licking and nipping then kissing again, moving slowly upwards. Gwenna felt a fire building in her belly and wanted Isabelle to quench the fire.
When Isabelle licked Gwenna’s clit for the first time, she nearly leapt off the bed. It was shocking, and shockingly delightful. Anne’s hand was still laced in Isabelle’s hair, and Gwenna reached her own hand down to twine in Isabelle’s hair and lace with Anne’s. She pulled Isabelle closer to her heat, and the small girl’s tongue lapped at her clit. The pleasure increased, and Gwenna couldn’t help but moan. Anne laughed as the small sound escaped their lips, then pulled back. She pushed Gwenna back on the bed. ‘Put a finger inside her Isabelle.’ Anne leaned over Gwenna and flicked her tongue over one nipple, Gwenna arched off the bed. As she came back down, Isabelle pushed one finger into Gwenna’s pussy, and Gwenna yelped. The fire inside her intensified, then Isabelle curved her finger and drew it out and quickly back in several times, still licking at the hard nub of Gwenna’s clit as she did so. Gwenna was gone then, the fire exploded into light and pleasure and almost pain and it went on and on as Isabelle finger fucked her and licked her clit and Anne’s tongue teased her nipples. When she started screaming, Anne shifted to kissing her, and Isabelle’s licking slowed down. Gwenna slowly came down from the incredible release and looked at the two girls in shock.
‘I didn’t know you could feel like that.’
‘That, girl, is why men fight wars to put their cock inside a woman- it is incredible no?’ Anne smiled, and pulled Isabelle up to the bed by her hair. Isabelle was licking her fingers, which were covered in a shiny liquid.
‘Is that. . . from me?’
‘Yes it is- and its yummy- want a taste?’ Gwen hesitated, then reached for Isabelle’s hand, in for a penny, in for a pound she thought. Anne pushed Isabelle’s hand away and pulled on her hair until Isabelle stood- then she wrapped a hand in Gwenna’s hair and pushed the two girls’ heads together until their lips met. Gwenna kissed Isabelle hungrily, enjoying the taste of herself on the girl’s lips, and licked the juice off her chin. Shyly, she lowered her head and began to lick and nu
zzle at Isabelle’s breasts. These were much smaller than her own, they were hardly more than the size of Isabelle’s own hands, which reached up to tweak the other nipple as Gwenna sucked.
‘Bite her nipple.’ Anne commanded and Gwenna responded, gently at first, then with more pressure as Isabelle responded with moans. Anne reached to slip a finger in Isabelle’s pussy, and Isabelle’s hips danced with delight. Using the finger inside her, Anne pulled Isabelle to the bed, and forced her to climb onto it. Isabelle’s breast slipped from Gwenna’s mouth, and Anne pulled Isabelle to the center of the bed, keeping her finger inside of Isabelle, Anne straddled Isabelle’s head, Isabelle’s tongue began to lap at Anne’s now wet pussy and clit. Isabelle stuck two fingers inside of Anne, swirled them around, then pulled them out, she reached around the outside of Anne’s large thigh, and pushed the fingers at the puckered opening of Anne’s asshole. Anne sighed with pleasure as the fingers disappeared. Isabelle’s other hand was playing with her own breasts as she lapped at Anne’s pussy.
Anne pulled her finger out of Isabelle and began to tweak her own nipples, writhing on top of Isabelle as she did so. Gwenna had been transfixed by the sight of the two girls, but Anne opened one eye, and pointed at Isabelle’s shining nether regions. ‘Don’t you think you owe her as good as she gave you girly?’ Gwenna looked dubiously at the red slit that was gaping open at her. Isabelle wiggled her hips and pulled away from Anne long enough to say please, then went back to licking. Gwen lay down on her stomach and eyed Isabelle from up close. There were folds and bumps and a small nub sticking out. That must be what Isabelle was playing with on her, so Gwenna licked the nub tentatively. Isabelle squealed and Anne smacked Gwenna on the ass hard, ‘Don’t tease the poor girl- eat her cunt!’
Gwenna looked for a moment at Anne, who pulled her hand up to smack her again, then put her face to Isabelle’s pussy. She whimpered when Anne’s hand landed on her red ass anyway, but groaned when the hand remained for a moment to squeeze and fondle her rounded bum. ‘Your ass isn’t quite as nice as mine, but the men are going to love it.’ Anne stuck her finger in front of Gwenna’s mouth, she licked it, then it disappeared again. Gwenna could feel Anna reaching over her, her breasts bumped against Gwenna’s head, and Gwenna couldn’t resist pausing her ministrations on Isabelle long enough to turn her face and bite at first one nipple then the other before returning to lick and suck the clit in front of her.
Isabelle had looked down when Gwenna’s mouth had left her, when Gwenna returned to what she was doing, Isabelle asked, ‘Would ye mind putting a finger or two in my cunt?’Gwenna put first one then a second finger obligingly in the dripping pussy before Isabelle continued, ‘ And maybe one in my ass as well?’
Gwenna looked up, ‘In yer ass? Why would ye want me to do something like that?’
‘Because it feels good, now quit talking and keep licking slut.’ Anne pushed Gwenna’s head down, and reached forward to stick two fingers in Gwenna’s pussy. They remained there just long enough to swirl once and cause Gwenna to moan into Isabelle’s clit, which caused Isabelle to moan onto Anne’s clit, which caused Anne to moan out loud, then the fingers massaged Gwenna’s own asshole. After just a moment of this, Anne slipped one finger inside of Gwenna. Gwenna paused for a moment, but realized that the finger felt just fine, and quite good in fact. She pulled her hand up from under Isabelle’s thigh, and shifted so the hand that had been rhythmically fucking Isabelle, was poised to enter her ass, and her other hand took over the duties of the first. Gwenna had very little art as she pushed her middle finger into Isabelle’s tight hole.
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