That glorious summer afternoon, the Queen delighted her villagers with tales of her enemies slain, victories won, territories conquered and riches secured for their future prosperity. As was the custom, she would now disrobe and walk amongst her subjects on her way to receive the royal blessing from his majesty. The sexual touching by subjects of all ages and sex helped prepare her for the gift about to be bestowed upon her in honour of the returning warrior princess's victories.
The chosen virgins helped her to step out of her gown and walked behind her as she stepped nervously into the crowd. Naturally, a flaccid old man was first to step up and grope a handful of soft, plump, white tit. Two young women then fondled her neck, back and buttocks in turn, hoping to find, on her, erogenous zones where they knew their own to be. Younger men, already erect attempted to seduce her maj's vadge with their varying degrees of stiffness, length, girth and angle but in vain ( for now ). Queen Bridget knew that she had a way of storing up such information for possible use on future occasions. The hardcore groping of legs, buttocks and pubis by prostrate supplicants started after a few yards and it was having the desired effect. None may delay her progress to the king though, which was a shame as she had seen some cocks she'd have loved to handle and some of the girls gave the most sensuous pussy strokes. A young guy shot his load more than a metre from her highness and was jostled and ridiculed by his peers.
The two village virgins were finally allowed to perform their roles in the ceremony as Queen Bridget approached her husband. The virgin male would kiss one cheek and she would give his erect member a friendly pat. The innocent female would kiss the other cheek while fingering the Queen's moist quim for a little longer than she was allowed.
"Enough, come here woman, let me give you what you most desire!" announced the king.
As he embraced his lady and lowered her to the ground, the third-party caressing and fondling was allowed to continue but this close to his royal lowness, only a select gaggle of cronies were permitted.
"Not unpleasant" thought Bridget "and certainly a welcome complement to his Neanderthal ways."
His maj entered the regal vagina and thrust determinedly. She determined that he had jettisoned his cargo after maybe 15 such thrusts, pulled out and retied his robe. He announced that he had other business to attend to and must leave.
It was now that her fun could start. Many of the assembled cronies and visiting dignitaries were friends. They had bathed together on many occasions. The rules forbade any man or appropriately equipped beast to enter the sacred love chamber after the king but a girl can get off many other ways.
Princesses and ladies-in-waiting were quick to cradle the queen's head, kissing her lips and cheeks and offering helpful advice such as,
"Lift thine arsecheeks to allow gravity to assist"
and
"Flex your pelvic muscles, it will suck the royal seed right in."
"You know I need to cum too, Lavinia!" the queen retorted angrily, "finger my hole, that's what you're here for."
Lavinia stroked Bridget's brown-grey hairy mound with the palm side of her fingers in a circular motion as she had observed Bridget employ on herself on several occasions. She was nervous to touch the wet cavity in case she was responsible for withdrawing any of the king's swimmers from their intended goal. Thankfully, Rose was less concerned and was already down between her legs planting kisses on her chubby warm thighs. That first kiss on her wet hole felt divine,
