Pleasing Her Majesty (Lesbian FFF Threesome Fisting): Part Nine of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Read Online Free Page A

twisting her hand inside her slick channel as though she were trying to rub her clit from the inside. A strange sensation was building inside Klea, deep down and fuzzy, a pleasure she’d never felt before.
    She redoubled her efforts on the queen, licking and sucking, and in another moment she was rewarded when the queen jerked her hands, holding Klea’s head, against her, pulling her face hard into the woman’s cunt as the queen bucked and moaned. Klea could feel her channel spasming again, the muscles contracting again and again.
    As the queen’s orgasm died down, Klea suddenly felt a strange pleasure begin in her own cunt, and she gasped.
    “You like that, huh?” asked Phoebe.
    “Don’t stop,” Klea said, over her shoulder, the queen lying in front of her, spent.
    “You’re gonna come so hard,” Phoebe said, her fingers working furiously at Klea’s vagina. “You’ve never squirted before?”
    “No,” said Klea, eyes shut against the strange pleasure, trying not to collapse onto Phoebe, who she was straddling. “Make me squirt.”
    Suddenly, she felt as though a dam had burst deep within her as she came, the pleasure washing over her as something gushed out of her, soaking her thighs and Phoebe all at once. Klea cried out in pleasure, burying her head in her arms stop the pile of women, moving her hips back and forth as wave after wave passed through her, a deep pleasure she’d never known before. Finally, spent, she collapsed onto the other two women.
    After a few minutes, she felt a playful slap on her ass.
    “Move,” Phoebe said.
    Klea rolled off of the couch and onto the bearskin rug on the floor. She was covered in sticky fluids: her own, the queen’s, Phoebe’s. Slowly, the other two women stood and walked to a basin full of water, where they started wiping themselves off with cloths. Klea sat up on the warm rug, the bear skin and the fire making her sleepy.
    “What should we do with the stone dick?” she heard Phoebe say.
    “Put it in the closet with the others,” the queen said.
    “Why do they always think we want dicks?” Phoebe asked.
    “They’re men,” the queen responded.
    “At least they sent her.”
    Klea wobbled to her feet and joined the two women, washing herself off before returning to her quarters.

    The next morning, there was a knock on the door and a young Amazon maiden stood there, holding a wooden box. She curtsied.
    “The queen sent this for you,” she said. “And requests your presence at breakfast.”
    Klea took it, and when the girl left, opened it. Inside was the golden belt the queen had worn the night before. For a moment she felt victorious—she’d gotten the belt!—but then she remembered what it was for: some other women. She frowned and closed the box again, then went to a very nice breakfast.

    A week later, back on Rhodes, Klea walked up to the king’s quarters and handed the box to a guard.
    “It’s the belt,” she said.
    “What belt, my lady?” he asked.
    “He’ll know,” she said.
    “You don’t want to give it to him personally?”
    “I don’t want to see him,” she said. She walked back to her bedchamber in a dark mood.  

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