1 November 2012
"The Box 1 - How It Began" The Original {Story 1}
Written by Mister Damond Foster Gardner (1995)
In San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, California. 94964
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"The Box" was said to be a prison which contained the lover of a princess. As legend has it, one night her father's most trusted advisor, whom held a strong love for the young princess, discovered her and a young stable boy in bed together. The advisor was totally enraged witnessing his princess climbing atop the young man straddling and riding him. He became infuriated as he heard her moans (which were becoming cries of ecstasy). He wanted to storm into the room, but he couldn't move. He felt as if he were rooted to that very spot. All he could do was continue to watch his princess giving her no longer virginal self to someone that was not him. He watched as she rode the young man with an animalistic desire. From time to time she would rise almost all the way off of the object of her sexual onslaught, revealing the thickness of her thick and juicy pink, wet lips as they hung down from between her thighs, still embracing the very top of her lover's erection. Her liquid passion running down the length of what she was gladly impelling herself upon. The advisor could look no longer, he knew what he must do in order to make the princess his.
He had no fondness for the dungeons of the castle, especially not the particular one he would venture to now. The advisor feared very few things, but the blind hag was the thing he feared the most of all. He knew that it was she who only had the power to do what he wanted. It was all so simple he thought, after having left the blind hag's mouth full of his seed (but it was the payment she demanded to cast the spell of isolation upon the small box), still shuddering at the enjoyment he felt as the witch's mouth took his testicles and all until he spilled himself.
Yes, it was simple. All the advisor had to do was have the princess touch "The Box" while saying her lovers name and he would be trapped inside of it. How, he did not know. Besides "The Box" was no bigger than a grapefruit. How could it contain a man? How would he be placed inside of "The Box"? Never mind, she was a powerful woman. That much he knew for sure (because of her previous doings). It would work. Otherwise he would not have placed himself inside of the warm mouth of the witch.
That night the princess was called upon by the advisor. The beautiful young lady wondered why this man that she loathed so much would come forth to her private chambers was a mystery to her. He was aware of how she felt towards him (but did not give a damn), she had long ago made sure of that, but nevertheless he was awaiting entrance to her private chambers. A short while later she told him he may enter. As the advisor placed his hand on the brass door ring, he remembered the sight from his previous visit. He recalled her bouncing, firm breasts with their dark tips as she rode her lover. The silky brown that she kept perfectly trimmed around her hanging pink lips, he wondered what she felt like inside. He swore he could smell her heat at that very moment, and his mouth watered with the urge to taste the sweetness of the very juice he knew was circulating within her. He entered the princesses chambers, and to his surprise, she was unclothed. Laying on-top her bed, rubbing her pubis and fingering herself. She asked him what was it he wanted, removing her fingers from their most toy and placing them in her mouth, savoring the flavor on them.
The advisor informed her there was a gift delivered in her name and he brought it to assure it would reach her. The answer was valid enough, servants had been caught from time to time in the act of theft, so she told the advisor to come forth with his delivery, while letting the children of her left hand resume their pleasurable play. Now standing less than a yard away from the princess he could hear the sounds of moisture as her fingers did their task with expertise. One finger making perfect circles within the confines of her juicy muscular sex, and the thumb furiously rubbing against her swelling clitoris. It was almost more than he could handle, his erection was pounding against her stomach with the urge to spill itself over her entire body. She told him to step closer. And he did.
Looking at "The Box" in his hand and also his erection, she smiled. She had never thought of the advisor bare, but glancing upon the bulge in his pants, she entertained the thought. "What have you there?" she asked. Not sure if the question was marked with her eyes, or in response to his statement upon entering, he handed her "The Box".
Her fingers once again stopped their play as she reached for the gift. The advisor could hear an almost sucking sound as she pulled her fingers from within their toy. From that sound, he knew her muscles must be strong. He could imagine the endless pleasures within her walls. As she took "The Box" from the advisors hand, her fingers, still sticky and shining from its previous task, brushed against the palm of his hand. He could feel the hot juice that was running out from behind her spreading thick pink lips, down her inner thigh, now cooling on the palm of his hand.
As her attention was on "The Box", the advisor quickly licked his palm and smiled as the flavor settled upon his tongue. Not caring that the advisor was still standing before her, the princess lay back on her many pillows, feet flat on the bed. Opening and closing her legs as she turned "The Box" over in her hands, wondering what it was since it had no seams, openings nor hinges. So it held nothing and felt as light as air. It was very delicate but applying pressure to it, she knew it would not easily shatter. Where could it have come from, who was the giver of the gift and what was it made of? Still working her legs in the suggestive manner of "enter me", she became aware of the moisture she was now resting in and told the advisor to summon the chamber maid and have her bring a change of linen. Before he reached the door, she asked him who the unusual gift came from. He responded by saying, "A young lad." and walked out. That should do it, he thought to himself as he walked through the corridor in search of the chamber maid, who would not only collect the orgasm stained linen of the princess, but his orgasm as well.
Yes, her breasts were beautiful and firm, her mouth always willing to please a man's loins and drink all you could squeeze out. Which was fine. But he wanted her virginity, not between her thighs. That had been taken long ago.
"Chamber maid!" he loudly called out upon entering her living quarters. Coming from behind a curtain she answered, "Yes my lord."
"The princess requires fresh linen. And a flask of oil?" the advisor said to the young chamber maid.
She quickly disappeared through the curtain. When she returned, she handed an oil flask to the advisor then turned to a nearby table to retrieve clean linen from a freshly folded stack. As she bent over, she felt her dress rise up and the warm oil being poured down her back side. Knowing what was to come next she braced herself for the advisors penetration. Thankful he was kind enough to use the oil because she was dry, and her vagina was still swollen from the visitor she had an hour ago. Little did she know, that's not where the penetration would be, until he spread her firm, round cheeks apart. By then it was too late for her to react.
She knew exactly the size of what tore into her. She had sat upon it so many times, never being able to take the remaining inches without feeling as if her insides were being pushed further up. The initial pain from his firm erected penis tearing through her sphincter caused the chamber maid to pass out. That did not stop the advisor from his task, he continued pounding her sphincter while massaging her cheeks and squeezing them tightly against himself until his seed began running out of her no longer virginal hole. Down along her swollen vagina and dripping onto the floor. Removing himself from her tight hole and pulling his pants back, after wiping his soft penis on her dress, he left.
During this time, the princess resumed her skillfully manipulative task while holding "The Box". The pleasure she felt was fine, but nothing like the feeling she had when her lover was plunging deep within her. She wished he were there to take the place of her fingers. All of a sudden she heard a noise. Stopping her play, she opened her eyes. Standing before her was the lover she had just been fantasizging of.
"My love, how did you get in? I heard no sound of the door opening." the princess asked and said to her lover.
"I do not know. I was home about, to bathe and suddenly I was here." was her lovers response.
After discussing the phenomenon that just occurred, they concluded that "The Box" somehow brought him to her. It must have magical properties. No matter. All the princess could do was think of how badly she wanted her lover, so she told him to fill her throbbing hole.
"It's hot and wet just for you. Take me now." she told him, passion burning in her eyes. As he proceeded to lay his willing lover on her back, she shook her head then turned over onto her hands and knees.
"This way, mount me from the rear my love." she moaned. He quickly began to caress the thickness of her throbbing, dripping sex while rubbing his firm erection along the crease of her buttox. She began ejaculating in his palm. Reaching through her legs, she took hold of him and placed the hot head of his erected penis to her now sensitized vaginal lips and backed onto him slowly.
The wetness and heat within her vaginal desire was so intense he wanted to explode at that very moment, but held back. With each stroke that he took he could feel her muscles constricting and releasing. She loved the feel of his testicals slapping against her thick and j
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