This is a Fantasy, built upon a Fairy Tale conjured from a Legend and sparked by a single line written in a medieval town's chronicle. Do not imagine that any of it is real nor that I condone any of the activities in this fantasy. Adaliz is the storyteller and I, the mere recorder of her narrative.
The story so far... Adaliz explained to the Harlequin that taking the children away had just saved the town having to feed them and wasn't going to get the Harlequin his money. They hatched a plan and the Harlequin returned to the town. He demanded his fees which, as expected, were totally rejected. The Harlequin then used his magic to take the young adults (18-25) away to the enchanted forest where he introduced them to the pleasures of unrestricted sex.
Adaliz explained what had been happening while he was away. She called Anne and Stefan to the table. She explained what the Harlequin and she were hoping to achieve with their help along with others.
"One man's meat is another man's poison," commented Stefan quietly.
"Meaning?" questioned Adaliz.
"Not everybody desires the same things. Right Lad?" answered the Harlequin.
"Exactly, we would need to be aware that what we think is best and good might not suit others. There needs to be flexibility, I think,"
"How did you feel yesterday morning when you awoke to find Anne naked beside you?" teased the Harlequin.
"Erm... spluttered the young man.
"Elated? Better than you've ever felt before? King of the world? Everybody's friend? Ready to go and fight dragons, if necessary?" asked the Harlequin quietly.
"Yes, and some," came the swift reply.
"And you, Anne did you feel the same? Queen of all you surveyed, great friends with all and sundry?"
Anne laughed delightedly;
"Totally, could have gone out and fought dragons too!"
"And the only difference between yesterday morning and every morning that went before was that you enjoyed incredible sex?" the Harlequin suggested softly.
Both nodded happily.
"I've felt just as good all day today as well," admitted Anne wistfully.
"Me too."
"The Harlequin and I both believe that if everybody had frequent and better sex the world would be a much happier place. Don't you agree?"
"Absolutely! Came the rapid response, "there should be a law," added Stefan, "sex to be enjoyed at least once each day and at least twice of Sundays."
"I'll drink to that," chimed in Anne and raised her goblet of squeezed orange juice.
Adaliz suggested that it was time that Giselle and Rudolph joined them.
Removing a tiny pipe from his bag the Harlequin quickly sent a few notes scurrying up into the sky.
"They should be here in about half an hour, Mistress," he chuckled.
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Giselle and Rudolph arrived, holding hands as lovers should. They sat at the table, side by side and helped themselves to the luncheon laid out before them.
"Did the others enjoy your lessons?" asked the Harlequin cryptically.
"Fortunately they wanted us to demonstrate quite a bit," laughed Giselle, "The girls loved all the cocks to enjoy and the guys weren't backward in cumin forward. A lot of sore cunts and cocks by this time tomorrow."
"Not to mention bums," slipped in Rudolph happily. We didn't go further than couples, thought maybe something for tomorrow?"
"Further than couples?" asked Anne excitedly.
"Don't worry, you'll learn," laughed Adaliz, "and you needn't worry about Stefan either. You'll both learn that sex is enjoyable with most people but extra special with that special someone. Am I right or am I right, Darling?" she asked the Harlequin.
"Perfectly correct, sweetheart. Now, if you don't mind... we need to drag our minds away from sex and concentrate on building our new town."
"Spoilsport!" laughed Giselle.
"Eutopia, our own island of perfection! Could Thomas ask for More?" observed Stefan happily.
"You're way ahead of your time, My Lad," laughed the Harlequin knowingly.
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The rest of the afternoon was spent discussing of what their eutopian town should comprise and how it might be created. Adaliz announced that it would be built on sex. Anne, with only two nights worth of experience with Stefan, thought it was a wonderful idea. Giselle, with a lot more experience packed into a similar time-frame totally agreed.
"Too many cocks spoil the broth," Stefan suggested sceptically.
The Harlequin winked at Adaliz who replied with a big smile. After dinner, Giselle, Rudolph, Anne and Stefan left for the other glade. The Harlequin sent a single note to guide them and as they stepped out of the children's glade and into the forest their clothes faded away.
Despite holding Anne's hand firmly Stefan freely admitted to himself that Giselle, walking a few paces in front did have a very attractive bum and he would... Anne, looked longingly at Rudolph walking ahead of her holding Giselle's hand. Despite her long love for Stefan, at her side, she easily saw herself enjoying Rudolf's body and he hers in the near future.
Suddenly the older pair stopped and turned.
"Why don't we swap partners for a while?" suggested Giselle, eagerly eyeing up Stefan's less than limp cock.
"Great idea," agreed Anne before Stefan could attempt to say otherwise.
Stefan said nothing, he held out his arms to accept Giselle's beautiful naked body into them, smiled and felt his cock twitch. Giselle caught the twitch, laughed joyfully as she saw it grow, and stepped into his waiting arms.
"Let's see where this little path takes us," she whispered into Stefan's ear and without even glancing at Rudolf or Anne she led Stefan unhesitatingly deeper into the forest.
Anne held her breath with excitement as Rudolf turned to face her, his cock was already growing and her cunny was wet with expectancy, her breast firmed with her need and her nipples formed hard little buttons of desire. Rudolf wrapped his strong arms around her. One hand pressed on her bottom, forcing her wet cunny against his rampant cock. His other hand pressed between her shoulders, pressing her firm young breasts against his manly chest. Their mouths met. They kissed urgently. Anne trembled frantically with her first orgasm of the long night.
Rudolf scooped her up into his arms.
"We need to find somewhere comfortable," he told her as he carried her off of the path and down a little track.
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"This will be perfect!" announced Giselle as she rushed into the small clearing with Stefan hot on her heels.
Stefan caught her, instantly his arm went around her upper body, his big left hand encompassing her right breast easily. His right hand snaked down below her waist and slipped between her parted legs. His hand cupped her cunny while his middle finger slipped between the folds and found her vagina.
"Ooh," she sighed wriggling in his strong arms, "that feels..." she wriggled urgently, "utterly delicious."
"I need to taste your sweetness."
"And I need your delicious seed inside me."
Releasing her ear from between his lips Stefan glanced quickly ahead for somewhere to lay his captive. The little clearing was about fifteen feet across. He lifted her bodily, with one hand on her breast and the other wrapped over her cunny, and carried her to the centre of the comfortable looking Indian carpet stretched out before him. Lowering her gently he continued bending his knees until he was knelt on the carpet behind her. The hand that had cupped her breast stroked across her buttocks while the finger in her vagina was able to reach up further inside her dripping cunny.
"Turn!"
Giselle turned reluctantly, the finger in her cunny did feel very good. Without instruction she parted her legs wide as soon as she faced him. His finger slipped tenderly back inside her. She sighed contentedly. Stefan dipped forward but he was too high, he was unable to push his tongue between her swollen cunny lips. He readjusted his position such that he sat on the carpet with his legs out in front. Holding onto Giselle's hips he rolled slowly backwards.
"Sit on my face!"
Holding her cunny lips open Giselle eased her naked body down until she squatted on his face. Experimentally she wriggled her cunny on his mouth. His nose pressed against her clitoris. She shuddered violently.
"Praise the lord! That's wonderful," she cried out loudly into the evening sky.
Within very few moments she'd placed both of Stefan's big hands on her swelling breasts and squeezed his strong fingers into her soft, warm flesh. He quickly realised what was wanted and started to kneed her tits powerfully while she ground her cunny into his face. Giselle came hard as soon as her breasts were mashed in Stefan's strong hands. With a happy smile he continued to pulverise her breasts as climax after climax drove her to greater efforts. Her cunny was a swollen mess. Her breasts bruised and battered when the mighty orgasm she craved hit her near exhausted body...
She slumped, eyes closed and body trembling. She panted, trying to drag air into her tortured lungs while the firm grip on her breasts was all that prevented her from falling. Her eyes opened slowly and saw only Stefan's eyes peering up at her from under her swollen cunny.
"Fuck! That was awesome!" was all she could manage.
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Rudolph swung Anne up and over his shoulder. She squealed in delight.
"Silence, wench!" he chuckled as he swotted her deliciously pert bum.
"OH!" Anne cried theatrically, "you big, beautiful beast. Two can play at that game."
Reaching down with both hands she played a little drum solo on his buttocks.
"So it's games that you want, is it?"
He swatted her again, harder and received a long, drawn out groan of pleasure in response followed by another little tattoo drum beat on each bum cheek.
He entered the clearing just as he was about to deliver his third swat.
"This'll do!" he decided as he marched to the centre of the Chinese rug.
With a little bounce of his knees he put Anne into an upright position and slid her naked body down his. His hand waited for her cunny. His finger slipped inside and held her there.
"You've got a wet cunny wench!" he declared.
