PRINCESS'S COURT, CHAPTER 3
"Girl Talk"
by Plainman
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Princess: Hey there sweetie - gettin' any lately?
Judy: Well the boy was quite perky last night, and I
submitted to his vile lusts - you know, wifely duty... Might
have had something to do with your little phone call, huh?
P: So what about today? Is he out with the guys doing the
male bonding thing? [mock male voice] "Hey shithead - got
laid last night - Ugga ugga" [giggle]
J: Well he's on an all-day hike with some of his tree-hugger
friends - maybe they DO sound like that...
P: At least you don't have to be embarrassed to tell your
friends what YOUR husband is doing - you know I think
environmentalist men can be very attractive, especially with
those cute climbing shorts and hiking boots. But the
Trooper, my God! - he is PLAYING GOLF - with three of his
macho buddies from the office. A FOURSOME - of PROSECUTORS -
think about it - those stiff solemn lawmen out on that great
open expanse of grass with their IRONS, and WOODIES or
whatever they are...
J: Oh honey, it's been too long - I've really missed you...
P: No kidding, me too - and listen, I've got the solution -
I found this incredibly cute college boy, Don, and I'm going
to bring him over...
J: Geez, Princess, that's not exactly my thing -
P: SWEETIE - what a dirty mind you have!
J: Well with this Denver thing and all -
P: Oh pooh. As I was saying, I've hired this cute college
boy who was Jody's favorite counselor at camp, and Dory
loves him already too, and he's taking them to the beach
today, and he's be happy to take yours along too - and then
you and I can have hours to ourselves free to smoke organic
matter and catch up with what's happening and discuss the
meaning of life and the size of male organs - No rotten
little reminders that we are just soccer moms...
J: Sweetie the thought of you as a soccer mom cracks me up -
anyway, hey, it's a deal.
***
P: God, sweetie, it's a long time since we sat in the hot
tub. Hey, you're still lookin' good up top - yours are
bigger but mine still sag more? - how come?
J: Genes.
P: Oh dear - saggy tit genes. Hey - David and I share a lot
of genes. Think he'll get breasts like an old man in a few
years? Then they'll sag like mine, and no one will want to
fuck him any more? Or maybe some old fags will want to, and
then he'll be an old fag - which'll fit the family pattern,
cuz I'll be an old hag...
J: Princess, you're fishing - you know there isn't a guy in
the world who can keep his eyes off you.
P: Yeah, but I have work so hard at it. I bat my eyes, and
talk dirty, and spew pheromones - all that takes energy I
could be using to keep my breasts perky.
J: Uh-huhhh ... Princess, just what IS wrong?
P: Shit, I don't know. Turning 40?
J: I'll be there five weeks ahead of you.
P: Yeah, and what does it matter anyway? Only a number...
J: You said it ... Well... so, my naughty friend - what DID
set off this Denver thing? I mean, isn't it kinda risky
going to bed with a lawyer you're working with?
P: Well - I've never done it before - but I think this one
was pretty safe. It's out of town - he's married, to the
daughter of a senior partner in his firm - and she's in the
same firm herself. So he's got even more to lose than me -
the poor helpless girl who's likely to get labelled a slut.
You know, I just don't see that boy telling tales - but,
hey, no guarantees.
J: Princess I know you are analytical, being a lawyer and
all - but did you really think through all that when you
were deciding whether to seduce him?
P: Think? - I don't know - I processed it somewhere - then I
set my little pheromones loose on him. Opened Pandora's box.
Hey, here it is - Pandora presents: Pandora's box! ta-da...
J: You always had a great bush ... I'd love to have that
much hair - I think it's sexy.
P: Well it's kind of a specialized taste - most guys these
days seem to like the 11-year-old look - fucking pedophiles!
They're scared of real women and we're better off without
em... You know, that's one thing I love about the Trooper -
the first time he saw my love jungle, he dove right in, with
lots of ooohing and aaahing - how thick it was, how it
turned him on ... Then there was the next morning - God he'd
left about a gallon of come in there, and it had made this
real crusty mat in my big old bush - he had to pick his way
through the thicket to get himself back to the juicy part
... But he did, just like an intrepid explorer in the jungle
- he remarked on how well our juices cemented things
together - and then he fucked my brains out for breakfast,
and I screamed like a banshee, and practically stuck my big
toe up his ass. Honey, that was the first time in my life I
ever came from straight fucking, without being eaten first -
god, I was telling Trooper last night he's STILL the only
one who can do that to me...
J: Well Dave likes you down there too. Of course he's so
oral - you know last night he was back to showing me a lot
of that kind of appreciation, just like the old days - did
you say something to him, Princess?
P: I certainly don't have to tell that boy how to eat a hair
pie.
J: Lover, when ARE you going to learn to talk like a lady?
... Anyway - I never liked the way the lips show through my
pubic hair - it's too thin, and now, dammit, it's starting
to go gray - look!
P: Mmmmm - no, sweetie, yours is just right - natural
blonde, enough hair so you look like a real woman - and your
cute little lips are right there so your lucky partner can
see them get all red and puffy and wet when the time is
right - ah, for the good old days... [silence] Goddamit,
Judy, we're supposed to be talking cock and here we are
talking pussy!
J: That's how we got into trouble in the first place.
P: Yep - and let's drink to trouble!
J: You just HAD to give me that clinical demonstration.
P: Well sweetie what is a friend for? There you were,
fifteen, guys already groping in your panties, and you
didn't have a clue how your equipment worked...
J: Exaggerated on both counts...
P: So I got you to look at yourself in the mirror - and what
did you say?
J: Eeeuwww!
P: Yeah, so did I, the first time I saw mine... The weird
thing is I was the sex fiend, the Mistress of Masturbation,
the Clitoral Connoisseur - but YOU were the only one who was
getting anywhere near any guys.
J: You went way overboard - just cuz I told you Billy Mergis
had rubbed me through my shorts...
P: [falsetto] Oooooo it felt so GOOOOD....
J: ... and it wasn't like I hadn't ever come or anything on
my own...
P: Yeah you turkey - you said it sometimes happened BY
ACCIDENT when you rubbed against the edge of your mattress.
Look, sweetie, friends don't let friends think self-induced
orgasm is an accident ... I mean there aren't many things in
life we can control, but that's one of them...
J: And then after the mirror show you decided I needed a
demonstration of technique...
P: And then when you still seemed unclear on the concept, I
thought a little hands-on training session would help - and
one thing led to another...
J: And there we were, hopeless lezboes, condemned to a life
of perversion at fifteen ...
P: All I know is, I didn't start out with any sinister
intentions...
J: Yeah, right!
P: No, really sweetie - you were my best friend, and I
always loved you dearly but not THAT WAY. I don't think I'd
ever had a fantasy about doing it with you - remember, I was
in love with two unattainable men.
J: Your brother and who else?
P: My English teacher - don't you remember?
J: Oh how could I forget - the celestial being, the
Skygod...
P: Mr. Herskog - Charles Herskog - still my hero! I think of
him whenever I draft a client letter or a contract - "take
out the unnecessary words," that's what he would say - and
that's still what I'm best at - I really showed that boy in
Denver what a red pencil is for ... Best at, that is, next
to working my butt off - and occasionally playing up to
sweet horny old male lawyers and clients... Mr. H was so
cute - looked like Max van Sydow...
J: Those HOURS you used to spend in his office - a lot of
people thought you two were having an affair...
P: Didn't I wish - and couldn't he have done it! But all we
did was talk about books and life, and he never made a move
to touch me... [silence] You remember, I wrote to him later,
asked him if he had been as hot for me as I was for him -
and he wrote back that he sure was, but there were three
good reasons he couldn't do anything about it - my age, his
marriage, and the fact that I was his student. There aren't
many like Mr. H...
J: It was partly because of him that we were renounced the
Goddess - bowed to the Skygod...
P: Well I converted back when I got to college - a woman
without a man is like a fish without a bicycle...
J: No, honey - it's "can't live with em, can't live without
em."
P: And there I was - in love with you, and we had our
perverted secret lusts - and I was playing with myself
fantasizing about David and Mr H - but NO FUCKING DATES...
the misery, the disgrace of it on Saturday night!
J: It's easy enough to explain it now - those boys were all
afraid of you - you were too smart, too sure of yourself,
too ambitious, I guess too sexual - you were already a
woman, and not boy around had the balls to ask a real woman
out.
P: Easy to say now, but at the time, I thought I was just
ugly - or missing whatever it is men like... [joint
laughter]... yeah, yeah, I know, it's hilarious. I did think
I was ugly - too much nose, too much chin, someday they
would meet and I would look like the Wicked Witch of the
West... and come to think of it, I sorta DO..
J: Well those days are long past. God, Princess, Dave came
home last night as hot as an old goat from just TALKING to
you on the PHONE - I can't turn him on like that by myself
if I meet him at the door wrapped in cellophane...
P: Hey, sweetie, that's just marriage - the grass on the
other side looks greener ...
J: No it's not just marriage - I see how the Trooper looks
at you - you have IT - you have something I've never felt in
any other woman...
P: Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetie - I love it ...
But listen, back to high school - while I was wallowing in
perversion and self-abuse, YOU were the Most Desirable Date
at Lincoln High - remember?
J: Well, it's true, I didn't scare them...
P: Shit, lovergirl, YOU looked like Glinda the Good - or
America's fantasy girl next door ... but don't forget, you
also started giving out hand jobs - I mean let's get down to
the dirty truth...
J: Oh Princess, that was only Joey Butler, and only after we
had been going out for three months...
P: Um, sweetie - does the name Fritz Wengler ring a bell?
J: Oh shit- yes I HAD repressed that. [Giggles] I WAS
curious to see what another guy was shaped like, and felt
like down there, and how he would react - and Joey had gone
out that time with Franny Leiter...
P: And I had to sit there - well actually lie there - and
lick you while you told me what it felt like to have fucking
FRITZ finger your clit with his sweaty little adolescent
paws ...
J: You kept begging to hear about it - you know it got you
hot. Anyway, I only let him once. He WAS cute - and he made
me come with his hand - he knew his way around a girl's
anatomy. On the other hand poor old Joey - he had heard the
expression "finger fucking," and kinda took it too
literally. But, you know - Joey was at least grateful - damn
Fritz acted like he was entitled...
P: Listen - you remember what you felt - what I remember is
the clinical details I got out of you - lets see: Fritz and
Joey's cocks were about the same size, but Fritz's balls
felt bigger, and his cock stuck up at a higher angle, and he
was completely quiet when he came, whereas Joey gave a nice
groan...
J: God, what a memory! - and then when I told you Gordie and
I were touching each either, you liked that and you wanted
all the details.
P: Long, thin, not so much hair, squirted further than any
of the others...
J: Then pretty soon I told you he and I had actually done
the deed - and then you got mad...
P: Yeah, I felt abandoned... That was our low point.
J: But before, I'll never forget the time - I was doing it
to you and you suddenly told me you were imagining what it
would be like if it was Dave down there...
P: Well that's the beginning of another story... Hey
sweetie, this good grass and all this talk about old-time
lickin' and suckin' has got me horny - what would you say to
a nice little girly-fuck for Auld Lang Syne?
J: Well there you go, putting it with your usual subtlety
and restraint.
P: Tell me you don't want to and I'll withdraw the
suggestion - but I won't believe you...
J: Why are you staring like that? Oh shit, you can SEE that
I'm turned on... What can I say ... come on over here...
Mmmm... I forgot how soft your lips are...
P: Compared to those rough old men... mmmmm...
J: Oh Princess... [silence, murmurs, time passing]...
P: Ohhh, yes sweetie - feel how wet I am - suck on them some
more - ... mmmm.. mmmmm... ooooh... Oh sweetie, yes, go down...
ahhh, please - there... oh yes, give me your sweet
tongue.... oooh ... yes suck it... damn, Judy, stop
torturing me - suck it - Oh fuck - nip it with your teeth -
yes, put your finger in - God, back there too - oh yes your
little pinky, slip it inside - oh sweeeeeeetie - I'm coming,
suck me, lick me, finger me - harder - fuck, FUCK, FUCK -
aaaaagh!.... ...oh yes you are my sweetie, I love you, I
love what you do to me.... mmmm, there, there... The Goddess
still reigns...
J: Oh lord, Princess honey, I didn't plan on this...
P: I didn't either - at least not real consciously ... But
here we are, and now it's your turn. So spread em, woman -
prepare The Mysterious Regions... oooh, pretty... ok,
pretend your hands are tied back here... now I am going to
tease you till you beg ... in the name of the Goddess...
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PRINCESS'S COURT, CHAPTER 3
by Plainman
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