Escape from the Demonwood

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“Fuck me, Master Jack,” the wench cried out. “Fuck me harder!”Each thrust of Jack’s cock sent a jiggling wave across the wench’s belly and up to her huge tits which were splayed out to either side of her body like two great loaves of dough ready for kneading. Jack was working up a sweat as he pounded his meat enthusiastically into her cunt.Her face was round with plump cheeks and a bit of a double chin. Her short straw-colored hair was tied into two loose braids that curled up on either side of her head. Her nose was small and turned up slightly. Her eyes were a bit too close together and she tended to cross her eyes during sex which Jack found just a bit disconcerting. Her moans of pleasure were loud and high pitched and when she gasped for breath she made a grunting sound in the back of her throat. Jack was beginning to understand why the men in the tavern had called her Piggy. “Let’s make this piggy squeal,” Jack thought as he began slamming into her harder and faster.The wench scooped up her boobs with her hands and pushed them together so they looked like pale melons. Jack took the opportunity to bury his face in her cleavage and began sucking on her large pale pink nipples. He maintained a steady pace of pounding until the wench let out a high-pitched squeal and her body shuddered as her orgasm hit her. “Oh gods, Helga,” Jack said as he felt his passion building inside him.“I’m not Helga,” the wench retorted with feigned disappointment. “I’m Olga.”Just then the door creaked open flooding the room with a wedge of yellow light and the raucous sounds of the inn’s common room. The place smelled of wood smoke, burning herbs, sour ale, roasted meat, and sex. Especially sex.“I’m Helga,” the other wench said as she brought three large mugs of ale and a platter of roast mutton, a wedge of cheese, a loaf, and a cluster of grapes into the room. She closed the door behind her.Helga had dark brown hair, a long face, and light brown skin. Her nose had a prominent bridge and was slightly hooked. Her brow was heavy and her eyebrows Ankara bayan escort grew together in the middle. Her upper lip sported a faint mustache and she kept her long black hair in a single braid that reached down to her bum. Her frame was taller and thinner than Olga’s but her joints were large and bony.“Save some of that for me,” Helga said, as she stripped off her dress and slipped into the feather bed beside Jack and Olga.Jack was what the ladies called easy on the eyes. He had brown hair with a bit of gray at the temples, arched eyebrows, a strong jaw sporting a neatly trimmed salt and pepper beard, and large brown doe eyes that women seemed to get lost in. His big easy smile made people trust him.“You aren’t sisters by any chance?” asked Jack.“What kind of deviants do you think we are?” answered Helga. “We’re cousins. First cousins once removed actually. Olga is my father’s sister’s daughter’s daughter.”“I guess I won’t be checking that one off my bucket list,” Jack thought as he gave up on attempting to decipher exactly how the two wenches were related. Jack slid under the covers so he could plant his mouth on Olga’s mound. She had the merest fuzz of reddish-blonde for a bush and her taste was rather sweet and fruity.When Jack came up for air Helga grabbed Jack’s shirt, loosened the laces, and began pulling it off of him before he could stop her.“Great Glafess!” she said as she saw the scars.“Sorry about that,” said Jack pausing for a moment. “I should have warned you.”Three long deep scars ran the length of Jack’s back from the left shoulder to the right hip. They were mostly white except in the core of each where a strip of red-violet tissue remained.“A little souvenir I picked up in the Demonwood,” Jack explained. Had it really been over sixteen years ago? The wounds still had not completely healed. The skin remained easily damaged and sometimes a dark ichor would ooze from the core of the gouged flesh. “Come to the common room later and I’ll tell the tale.”Jack turned his Escort bayan Ankara attention to Helga. Her breasts were about the size and shape of a wine glass, much smaller than Olga’s, but they were firmer and remained erect even when she lay on her back. Jack began by sucking on her acorn-shaped nipples. He eagerly kissed his way down to her cunt which was as bushy as a dwarf’s beard. Bathing was generally considered unhealthy in these parts so Jack followed the scent until he found her slit. She had a strong, pungent, musky flavor that Jack relished. It contrasted greatly with Olga’s fruity flavor.Jack rested his hands on either side of Helga’s body to support the weight of his upper torso before he plunged his rod into her. She responded with a satisfied moan of pleasure. Her cunt was as juicy as a ripe peach. Jack arched his back as he slammed into her. Olga began squeezing and stroking Jack’s sack to urge him on until Jack could feel his load building up below his balls. He tried to hold off a bit longer but he knew it was no use so he let out a moan and released his seed deep inside of Helga. His thrusts grew less frantic as he finished spurting inside of her. He gradually withdrew as his phallus softened.Olga was quick to pop his cock into her mouth and suck out the last few drops of his seed. Then she planted her mouth on Helga’s vulva and slurped up the thick cream that was oozing from her gaping slit. She moved up so her mouth was over Helga’s. “Thtick out your dongue,” Olga mumbled as she held the load of cum in her mouth. Helga smiled and got a dreamy look in her eyes as she extended her long pointed tongue to her chin. Olga pursed her lips and let Jack’s cream slowly ooze from her mouth onto Helga’s tongue. Helga drew it into her mouth closed her eyes for a moment and smiled as she swallowed it.“Mmm, he certainly has good taste,” she said.Jack reclined on the bed enjoying the cum play between the two wenches. He cut himself a slice of mutton and tore a piece of bread from Bayan escort Ankara the loaf. Jack liked the lake region. There were plenty of small villages each with an inn. There were plenty of whores plying their trade. His type of bawdy storytelling served to warm up the crowd for the whores. Most inns realized he was good for business and gave him a free room and enough food to fill his belly. The tips he earned provided traveling money to get to the next town with enough left over for him to buy some simple pleasures.Jack’s thoughts drifted back to the witch of the Demonwood. Jack wondered if anything more than his scars had come from his encounter with the witch. Is it possible there was some monster out there now because of his lust? He shuddered to think of it. After his narrow escape from that dreaded place, he had stopped being Jack the huntsman and become Jack the storyteller. At first, it had been an insult. No one believed the stories he told, and the trauma he had endured caused him to sink into a gloom that was hard to shake. One day he was spinning his tales when a listener tossed him a coin.“I don’t believe a word of it,” the stranger said, “but the story is worth a copper to hear it told so well.”Jack snatched the coin out of the air and that gave him the idea. He had a strong baritone voice and could carry a tune. Soon he began embellishing the stories with songs and poems. It wasn’t long before he was earning a good bit of silver in an evening.Jack returned his attention to the two wenches. Olga had inserted her two middle fingers into Helga’s cunt and was stroking it vigorously. Helga began bucking her hips as she approached her peak, her fluids combined with Jack’s to form a frothy lather. She cried out in a deep-throated moan as the wave of pleasure took her. The two wenches turned again towards Jack and began rubbing and squeezing his cock. Jack felt his cock begin to come alive again. As it began to become engorged, the two cousins took turns sucking on it as if they were in a contest to see which of them could make it the hardest. When they thought it was sufficiently stiff, Olga pushed him back onto the bed, straddled him, and let his cock slide into her juicy slit. Helga got up and went over to the platter of food. Olga leaned over Jack and let her enormous teats dangle within reach of his eager mouth.

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