Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2010 19:06:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: sweetthug101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Flying Squadron: Part 1 - Open Your Eyes (MF, FF, MM, voy, hist, bd, anal, bi, interr)

Disclaimer: Here are the usual warnings. This fictional story contains
sexual reference to sex between consulting adults, including lesbian and
homosexual sex. The author relies on the reader's discretion as to whether
he|she is legally old enough to read further, and whether he|she will be
offended by the subjects described. If you are not sure, don't read it.
All rights reserved.

This is my first story, so any feedback is welcome.  This story is inspired
by Catherine de Medici, as well as other things, but I have made no
attempts to be historically accurate.  Email me at sweetthug101@yahoo.com
with your comments.  Thanks for reading!


Part 1:  Open Your Eyes  (MF, Voy, Anal)

	Catherine waited as silently as she could.  The heavy curtain
concealing her presence would do little if her breathing or movements gave
her away.  A gap in the curtain that she was looking through only revealed
a large mirror, but that was more than enough for what was coming next.

	Three weeks earlier, Catherine had made a few subtle changes to the
decor of this bedroom.  She had placed a few mirrors, which looked
completely harmless, except they were arranged such that from Catherine's
vantage point behind the curtain, she could see the entire room reflected
back at her.

	Thirty-five minutes after Catherine hid herself, she heard a man's
boisterous voice.

	"I hope I haven't had too much wine."

	"You haven't," said more a sensuous female voice, husky from
arousal and dripping with innuendo.  Her hand snaked its way down the man's
leg.

	"You certainly seem ready for me," the man chuckled, enjoying
himself immensely.

	"I am, but I'm not sure you can handle me.  I may need a few of
your men again.  They always enjoy themselves with us."

	"Not tonight, my love.  I have all the seed you could want."  The
man removed his garments quickly, revealing an average sized but
magnificently hard penis.  Catherine wondered what the women meant by
needing more men.  The thought excited her, as unusual and depraved things
often did.

	"Oh I love it when you get this hard.  What has you so excited?"

	"The thought of having you when we got up here."

	"What could you possibly hope for from me?  You know how intense my
needs are.  Do you really believe you can satisfy me?"

	"There is only way to find out!"  The man forced the woman to her
knees (although forced is quite strong, as the woman seemed more than
willing).  He roughly grabbed the hair on the back of her head.

	"Oh, you know just how I like it!"  The woman's eyes were fixed on
the head of the man's hard penis, and then she opened her mouth for what
she knew would come next.  Suddenly, with a hard thrust, the man shoved his
cock inside her mouth, and started pumping in and out.

	This shocked Catherine, although she would never admit it.  She
never admitted weakness, and though the rough nature of this sexual act
surprised her, the fingers between her legs, hard nipples and labored
breathing suggested that she may not actually be repulsed by it.

	"That's it, take it all in.  I have no idea how you can do that, it
is amazing.  Mmm, get it all wet, make it drip."  The man started to remove
the woman's dress, ripping it from the back.  Underneath, a type of sexy
undergarments (barely) hid her modesty, but the woman herself was already
undoing them, all while servicing her lover without any interruption.

	"Hmm, I think you know what I want now," the man said, as the woman
laid down flat on the bed.  He quickly placed himself with his large
testicles over her face.  She took them into her mouth, making loud sucking
noises and running her tongue everywhere she could, making his balls as wet
as his well-sucked cock.

	The woman then did something even more shocking to Catherine.  The
man turned around and squatted, as the woman eagerly stuck her tongue into
his behind, digging deep and licking hard.  She continued to do this for
some time.  Catherine could feel her juices running down her leg.
Thankfully her sexuality, which at times could be characterized as an
all-consuming monster, was usually under her control enough that she
wouldn't get carried away.  She stayed silent even as the room started to
fill with deep, guttural groans.  The man was clearly enjoying himself as
much as Catherine.

	"Damn it all, Isabella, you have the best tongue imaginable."
Isabella was pleased by this, and increased her efforts.  While her tongue
had been doing its work, her thumbs were positioned such that she could
gently massage the man's prostate area from the outside.  That area between
his balls and asshole she knew to be a particularly good spot to stimulate
a man.  She knew that there was no way her lover could possibly last long
with the level of arousal she had helped him achieve, but she was not
concerned with her own pleasure.  This wasn't about her, or her needs.

	"Ok, I think I've withheld my cock from you long enough."

	"Thank God.  I swear, I would just love to take your seed inside me
and have your child.  Nothing could possibly give me more pleasure!"

This clearly pleased the man, who blushed slightly and smiled.  "Perhaps
someday, but for now it would be disastrous, especially for you."

	"I know, I know.  I guess I'll have to have you the old fashioned
way," replied Isabella, as she removed the rest of her clothing and rested
on her hands and knees, with a wicked smile on her face and a shake in her
hips.  "Before you cock goes in though, I need some tongue of my own.  Get
in there, my love, you know how wet it makes me!"

	The man spread out her cheeks and quickly licked away at her
asshole.  He enjoyed this as much, if not more than getting it done to him.
He would be satisfied pleasing his lady like this all day and night if she
needed, and indeed Isabella had let him do so at times.  His favorite
quality of hers had to be her often insatiable desire.  It excited him to
no end.

	Sensing her need, he dispensed with further pleasantries, moving
quickly to penetration.  Here was a sure-fire way to prevent unexpected
pregnancy, and Isabella's ass was well acquainted with his cock.  He slid
in slowly, then increased his speed till he was rutting away as hard as he
could.  Isabella for her part seemed to have no problem at all with this
invasion, reveling in the distinctly naughty nature of this sexual
encounter, which was echoed by Catherine, who had removed her undergarments
and most of her clothes, while staying carefully hidden.  She knew she was
as close to orgasm as the man she was watching, but wanted to prolong the
experience, waiting for the right moment.

	The man finally peaked, releasing a long, low cry of ecstasy, as
well as seven or eight strong spurts of semen.  Isabella followed soon
after, screaming and losing control of her muscles, collapsing onto the
bed.  Only Catherine remained silent, though her orgasm surpassed both of
theirs in intensity and duration, marred only by a strong emission of
liquid from Catherine's pussy, an inevitable conclusion to her best orgasms
that always caused her a little bit of guilt and embarrassment.  The orgasm
was so intense in fact, that Catherine did not remember what happened in
the next several minutes.  She came to when she heard the man's voice
again.

	"Perhaps we should use a different room next time?  I know we are
not exactly hiding our relationship, but I still would rather not have to
deal with my wife.  Perhaps I should move her to a palace on a different
part of the grounds?"

	"No, I prefer that she stays here.  Her eyes follow me from time to
time, and it excites me."

	Catherine slowly swallowed.  "She must hate you!" retorted the
stunned man.

	"I don't think so, Henry," Isabella replied, delight dancing behind
her dark eyes. "Those looks she gives makes me feel like I picked the wrong
monarch."  It was at that moment that Catherine realized Isabella's eyes
were looking searchingly at the mirror next to the bed.  They finally came
to rest on Catherine's eyes, twice reflected but still no less clear than
if she had been looking directly at her.

	"I sometimes feel I should get to know Catherine a little bit
better.  She may be your wife, but she turns me on."  If Catherine had not
just climaxed, the look Isabella just gave her by itself would have done
it.

		...too be continued