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Subject: {ASSM} {Winter Solstice Stories} The Spear (M/F+, intr, size, preg)
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This story is copyright (c) 2001. All rights reserved.
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The Spear (M/F+, intr, size, preg)
by Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

A handsome Knight just back from the Crusades brings his 
friend, a black Moor warrior, home with him only to find 
that his companion is very popular with the ladies, even 
more popular than a handsome Knight! (M/F+, intr, cuck)

***

Written especially for the 2001 Winter Solstice Orgy at:
http://asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/solstice/

***

The following story is true in its way, and was a scandal 
in its time of the proportions of the Clinton and 
Lewinski scandal was in ours.


Alex d Core, a noble knight and lord of Redowlyn had been 
master of his faithful filae (An armed Moorish warrior 
loyal to a Christian knight.) for over 3-years during the 
holy wars. They had saved each other's lives many times 
during battle.

Alex d Core vowed to bring his faithful filae home with 
him and to keep him as a friend forever. You see after 
the wars in the holy lands, Mahmot no longer had a home 
of his own. Having taken up with the Christen armies his 
brethren would have hunted him down and murdered him. It 
might have taken a long time to actually kill such a 
magnificent man, but in time it would surely happen.

During his stint fighting the holy war, Alex d Core lost 
his father back on the family estates. It twas nothing 
noble nor vial, only old age that had carried him away. 
Now the son was coming home to be the new lord of 
Redowlyn.

They arrived just before the Winter Solstice and while 
Lord knight Alex d Core was making the rounds, visiting 
his lands and people to refamiliarizing himself with one 
and all, his friend stayed behind to relax in safety and 
comfort for the first time in his adult life.

***

She was small and fragile looking, almost like something 
from a fairytale. Mahmot stood well over 3 stones tall 
and towered over the small woman. His eyes smoldered as 
his lust rose from deep within. The huge Moor warrior was 
ready for more pleasurable things than his usual killing 
lust of battle.

The big black man moved silently forward, holding the 
young woman's gaze as if he were a black adder taking its 
prey. She gasped when his large battle scared hands 
closed over her delicate white shoulders.

She never made a sound when the big black warrior picked 
her up in his massive arms and carried her to his pallet. 
Still silent as he pulled her clothing away from her body 
in loud tearing rips. The fine linen shredded easily in 
his brawny hands.

As he tore her clothing he glimpsed more and more female 
flesh. It had been many months since he'd ravished a 
woman. He had never had a white noblewoman before. It was 
a secret fantasy of his to defile himself with a 
beautiful foreign pig eater. To grunt joyously as he 
pumped his hot seed deeply into a frail little English 
woman. Yes, this would be good, he thought.

There was noise outside the chamber door. Mahmot knew 
that if this lady screamed he'd have twenty guardsmen on 
his back in an instant. But she remained silent, just 
looking up at him eyes wide.

Realizing that it was now or never, Mahmot began to strip 
his clothes off. He noticed that the woman's eyes stared 
at him as he striped. Was she afraid, or interested? He 
couldn't be sure. And if the truth were known, he didn't 
care. All he wanted just then was to take this white 
wench and take her like she'd never been taken before.

When Mahmot pealed his britches down to the ground and 
stood back up he was sure that the emotion in the woman's 
eyes was excitement, and well, maybe a little fear. He 
didn't try to camouflage his arousal. He was half hard 
and growing fast. The fact that his object of lustful 
fantasies was laying only a foot away totally naked and 
watching him grow was enough to excite him more than 
anything else had in years. Including the lust of battle.

Mahmot had to admit that killing an enemy was almost as 
good as ravishing a woman's body. There had been many 
times when during a battle he found himself totally 
erect; almost painful in its intensity. Striking off 
another man's head with a sword had always given the 
warrior a hard on, even when he was a youngster and just 
starting out as a warrior.

He looked down in surprise and the feel of the woman's 
cold fingers on his swelling manhood brought him back to 
the present. He stood there looking down at her as she 
crawled up next to him and knelt on the bed handling him 
as she looked up into his face.

The sense of power that rushed through his big sturdy 
body almost made him week in the knees. Almost, but not 
quite. He grinned fiendishly as the pretty petite 
noblewoman began to massage his meat. The skin of his 
shaft quickly became coated with his seminal fluids and 
the woman's nimble fingers pulling and massaging his 
shiny black shaft.

She knelt naked in front of him looking at his manly tool 
with an expression of awe on her lovely face. The long 
black shaft snaked out between white delicate fingers 
each time she pulled or pushed. His excitement began to 
overpower his senses as he came closer and closer to the 
edge. After all it had been many months since he'd come.

When the small female leaned over and kissed the head of 
his meat, Mahmot groaned and shivered as his come surged 
up form his depths and spurted out into the light of day. 
Gush after gush of pent up seed splattered all over the 
shocked lady. Mahmot wondered if she'd ever seen a man 
come into the air before. He smiled as she finally 
stopped flinching and accepted his hot sticky blasts.

Soon her face, breasts and stomach were splattered with 
the Moor's come. He looked at the pretty woman; he 
thought momentarily to himself, "Hmmm, Moslem come on a 
Christian wench," it had a poetic justice to it.

Then his orgasm was past and all that was left was the 
tremendous afterglow of a good come well spent. He looked 
down to see the mess he'd made of his small attractive 
noblewoman. To his amazement she didn't seem to mind, and 
even looked more excited than before. Her pretty blue 
eyes were hooded in a primal lust and he could see that 
she was panting for breath now.

The small female creature tugged at his hand. What was 
she trying to do? Then he realized that she wanted him to 
mount her. She let go of his hand and laid back upon the 
bed and held her slender arms out to him beseechingly. 

It didn't take more than a second for the big Moor to 
respond. He had never gone soft, even though he'd just 
had a most intense orgasm he was ready. Mahmot jumped on 
top of the petite woman and urgently shoved her legs open 
and began to wildly thrust at her crotch.

Finally one of his frantic thrusts found a home and with 
a sigh of satisfaction the big man felt her warm slick 
flesh engulf his meaty shaft. As he pushed in to the hilt 
pinning her small body to the mattress, she moaned and 
wrapped her shapely legs around his ass and hung on as he 
began to wildly ride her ever so tight pussy.

The noble English lady had never had anything like him 
before. This strange heathen with his huge 'spear' 
thrusting so deep that she thought she could feel it 
touching at the back of her throat. It was an experience 
so unique and so perverse that she couldn't help the 
orgasm that surged through her body, making her scream in 
ecstasy.

Mahmot had to muzzle the woman with his big black hand as 
he continued to thrust into her. Her eyes were wild with 
lust but the only sounds she now made were muffled 
beneath his hand.

She was young and strong and fought for her pleasure, 
squirming and moving under him until Mahmot finally felt 
his own come rising again. With a satisfied groan he 
emptied himself into the small noblewoman pinned beneath 
him.

He felt surge after urgent surge of his hot sticky seed 
filling her up. And he still didn't stop his thrusts. She 
began to beg him to stop, but he only continued to fuck 
her faster. Then after another 10 minutes of maintaining 
a steady rhythm his woman began to groan again and 
another muffled scream escaped her lovely lips as a 
second orgasm overcame her. Yet Mahmot still thrust.

Over the next half hour the huge black man continued to 
fuck the small noblewoman, faster and faster. She 
experienced two more orgasms before almost fainting with 
exhaustion. Then finally Mahmot grunted and she could 
feel his massive body tense on top of her and he emptied 
himself in her for a second time.

They both lay together for minutes afterward, panting for 
breath. Then Mahmot felt the noble lady's hands roaming 
his back and he felt ticklish. A feeling he rarely 
experienced, but one he was experiencing now. He began to 
giggle like a child, and tickled her back.

Soon they were rolling around on the sweat soaked bed 
giggling and tickling each other. And that's how the 
noble lady's husband found them. Sir Alex d Core was 
shocked at first by his wife's brazen behavior. But when 
she bore a black child 9 months later he defied anyone to 
say anything critical about his friend or his wife. After 
all his friend had saved his life in battle, they were 
like brothers.

***

It is said that Mahmot, 'The Spear" as he was afterwards 
called, made many an English noblewoman very happy in 
bed, and that he brought quite a few black babies into 
the world. 

Apparently his size wasn't restricted to just his height, 
and the local women talked to each other about his 
attributes. It became a fashion to bear a 'black' toddler 
by The Spear. Even though some of the husbands complained 
about the situation, what could they really do about it 
when their noble lord accepted things as they were?

Mahmot, The Spear lived many 'productive' years. He is 
said to have died at the ripe old age of 60. And it is 
also said that he fathered 30 black children who grew up 
in Redowlyn and intermarried with the population. To this 
day, many of the folk living in modern day Redowlyn are 
just a little bit darker in completion than the usual 
Englishman.

END

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