The Tale of the Shemitish Flower Girl

 

There was once a flower-girl by the name of Bracha, who lived in the city of Ijevan. Now, this girl was in fact the daughter of a cloth merchant from Askalun, who had married a Zamoran woman and settled down in the city many years earlier. But, although he had been very wealthy, the cloth merchant had an unfortunate weakness for gambling, and one night, when he had drunk far more wine than he should have, he had foolishly gambled away everything that he owned. Saddened by the loss of his fortune, the merchant had thrown himself into the dark waters of the Vychegda River that very night, and drowned.

  

 

 

His poor unfortunate wife, who had come from a wealthy family herself and never learned any kind of trade in her youth, was left with no choice but to work as a washerwoman in order to support herself and her young daughter. There was very little money to be earned in this way, and life was hard for both mother and daughter. So, as soon as she came of age, Bracha too was forced to go out to work, but, as she was young and comely, and lecherous men are wont to buy things that they do not need from pretty girls, she found that she could make a better living than her old mother ever could by selling flowers on the streets of Ijevan.

 She had been doing this for two or three months when she had first noticed the large house by the riverside. It was a square-shaped stone mansion, built after the Zamoran fashion and set in the middle of a beautiful garden filled with flowering plants of all kinds. The owner of this house must clearly have been very wealthy, but he did not seem to have been living there for the moment, as the only people who were ever there were a group of men working on a new wing on one side of the building. 

It was the men who had first drawn Bracha’s attention to the place. Big, bare-chested, broad-backed men, sweat glistening in the sun upon their beautifully-moulded, muscled shoulders. The sight of them had made the heat rise inside her, to rival that already caused by the hot Zamoran sun. They too had obviously enjoyed the view of her, judging by the wolf-whistles and comments they had directed at her as she had walked past. 

 

 They had caught her by surprise at first, and awkward nervousness had made her walk quickly away. But her nervousness had slowly transformed into excitement, and she had given the men a much better view of her on subsequent days. In time, she had begun to walk by the riverside more often, making sure to go past the large house at least once a day. The attention that she continued to receive from the men excited her, and she often found herself fantasizing about them when she was lying in bed at night.

One exceptionally hot day, when the city was sticky with humidity and the mid-morning air hung heavy, she had impulsively decided to take another walk along the riverside, although she had already gone that way two hours before. Bracha was tall for her age, with a slim and athletic - but still very feminine - frame, thick black hair, soft brown eyes and a flawless complexion. She had been aware of her beauty for a long time, and she was never subtle about flaunting it. She was wearing a white cotton blouse that clung to her body that day, its sheer flimsiness offering a tantalising glimpse of her youthful freshness.

She reached the riverside, and walked towards the mansion. Three of the workmen were in the garden and two others were perched on the roof. She felt flushed with anticipation, still unsure of how bold she would let herself be. As she walked past the wrought-iron gate, she pretended to drop a bunch of red roses from her basket, and bent down to pick them up. One of the men noticed her, and whistled appreciatively. Looking up, she gave them a big, warm smile.

"Hullo, missy!" shouted one of the men, a handsome young man with very blond hair. "You are very beautiful!"

"Would you like to come in and make friends with us?" another called, bald-headed and leering. He beckoned to her. "You have been teasing us all week, little girl. Why don’t you let us take care of you?"

Bracha took a deep breath and licked her full lips thoughtfully. "Actually, I am feeling very hot," she replied. "Do you have any cold water? I would certainly appreciate a drink."

The faces of the men lit up with big grins. They looked at each other and nodded.

"Yes, we have some cool water," said the blond. "Come on in."

The two men on the roof descended their ladder hastily. Bracha swallowed nervously as she walked up the garden path, and allowed the men to lead her inside the house. She could hardly believe that she was doing this, and reminded herself to stay in control.

The interior of the building was bare and undecorated. Some of the walls had only just been plastered and there was dirt, dust and muck from the men’s boots tramped across the floors.

Looking around at the mess, Bracha suddenly began to have doubts about what she was doing.

"I... I do not think I should be in here with a group of men I do not know... my mother would not approve..."

"Come now, pretty girl, don't just go away!" whined one of the two men who had been on the roof - a scrawny, goat-faced fellow with a scraggly beard.

The handsome blond looked around him, and an expression of understanding warmed his face. He smiled reassuringly. "It is a little bare in here, isn't it? Hold on, let me get something."

Bracha watched him leave, then looked around nervously at the four other men.

"What is your name, girl?" one of them asked.

"Bracha... Brak. People call me Brak."

"You have a beautiful name, Bracha. Do you... like to drink cream?" he smirked.

She smiled back. "Yes, I do like to drink... cream."

"Do you like to lick it all up, like a good little pussy cat?"

She nodded slowly and managed to give him another smile. He was tall and unshaven with dark hair, and attractive in a rugged way.

The blond man returned with a small rug. The others hurriedly helped him spread it over the floor.

"Is that a little better?" he asked.

Bracha nodded again. She was still nervous, but the thrill of what she was doing hadn't left her. She knew why she was here. They knew why she was here. Despite that, there was still an awkward pause. Bracha looked down at the floor again and shyly started smoothing out a crease in the rug with her right foot.

"Has anyone ever told you," began the dark-haired man, "that you have a beautiful body? Would you like to show us a little more of it?"

"Oh yes," chimed in the goat-faced one, “my friend here speaks the truth. Would you like to show us those beautiful big breasts of yours? Surely you did not just come in here to tease us?"

Bracha took a deep breath and hooked her fingers under her cotton blouse. She slowly lifted it up.

"Oh, Mitra, that is very nice. Take it completely off, girl."

She complied, peeling the clothes slowly over her head and freeing her full, firm breasts for all to see. The men stared appreciatively.

"Would you like to take that uncomfortable looking skirt off?" suggested one of the other men, a tall, muscular fellow with a thick black moustache. “It is so hot today.”

Bracha looked down and composed herself again, and smiled. She put down her blouse, sat down on the floor and removed her shoes. Getting to her feet again, she slowly pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it, revealing her long, slim legs. The men whistled at her standing before them in just a skimpy leather thong. Exposed and nervous, the thrill of what she was doing returned to her and she could feel herself becoming more aroused. She knew that the dampness between her legs was more than just sweat.

"Girl, you are fucking gorgeous."

The tall, dark-haired man moved towards her. "Since you have been such a good little girl, you can have that drink of cream now." Holding her gaze, he lightly ran his hands over her hips and buttocks, and then up over her breasts. Her nipples hardened to his touch and she gasped softly. He put his hands on her shoulders.

"Get down on your knees."

She knelt down before him obediently as he pulled his cock out of his trousers, already hard and erect thanks to her striptease. Without needing further direction, she took its shaft in her hand, and its head between her lips, and rapidly stroked and sucked it to full erectness. Cheers of approval from the other men increased her arousal as she pictured what she must look like, almost naked and on her knees, sucking a strange man’s cock with four others watching.

She continued to stroke his thick cock with one hand while she licked and sucked, resting her other hand on his thigh for support and moving her head back and forth. He was clean and did not taste unpleasant. She closed her eyes and concentrated on pleasing him, not noticing that some of the other men had moved around her until she felt the touch of their hands stroking her skin. Rough fingers moved over her breasts, buttocks and between her legs, and she moaned with pleasure.

"Move her down," a voice behind her said. The man in front lowered himself till he was sitting on the floor, grasping her head so that she had to move with him, keeping his cock in her mouth. Bracha now found herself on her hands and knees with her head down and her rear sticking up in the air.

"Ishtar and Mitra!" the man behind her exclaimed. She glanced backwards and saw that it was the muscular man with the moustache.

His hands tugged at her thong and slid it down over her buttocks. She moved her legs to allow them to pull it down over her knees, and off. His fingers reached between her legs and stroked her, sending a thrill through her. Slowly, he spread her buttocks apart and paused - presumably to admire what he saw - while her vulnerable and submissive position caused her arousal to increase all the more. Now his fingers returned to continue their probing, slipping easily inside her eager opening, and massaging her for a few more delicious moments. Then she heard the fumbling of a belt buckle, felt a firm hand on her flank as he steadied himself, and then the thrust of his big, thick cock into her waiting wetness.

Bracha's gasps and squeaks of pleasure were muffled by the thick cock in her mouth as the man behind her thrust deep inside. He spread her legs wider and began to thrust a little harder, reaching forward to run his hand over her naked back and under her body to grasp her breasts, which were swinging fiercely as she was rocked back and forth. Again she wondered what she must look like, taking two men like this - two strangers! The thought thrilled her as much as the physical sensations that were firing inside.

"Yeah!" she heard someone cheer. "Spit-roast the little bitch!"

The degrading call caused a confusion of emotion for Bracha. But neither of the men needed any encouragement. The man whose lap in which she slurped and sucked grasped her head again to guide her, as she was having more difficulty pleasuring him properly while being fucked from behind.

The man behind her continued his exuberant thrusting, increasing his pace - and the tempo of her muffled squeaks - until his last, long thrust which he held deep in her, quivering. She felt his shaft twitch, and he ejaculated inside her. A moment later, the cock in her mouth did the same, squirting warm cum down her throat, which she gulped down between gasps.

"Lick it up, bitch."

Bracha realized the man was referring to the remaining stickiness on the end of his cock, which he had pulled out of her mouth and now held in front of her face. Despite still being breathless, she obliged.

"Good girl." He petted her hair briefly and then stood, and pulled his trousers up.

The man behind her had also withdrawn, and was replaced by the next. It was the bald man.

"Have you ever had a cock in your ass?" he asked.

"But, but..."

"She wants it in her butt!" he cheered, spreading her legs apart again with his big hands. Bracha felt him roughly probe her pussy with his fingers before sliding them up between her buttocks and lubricating her there with a mixture of her own juices and the other man's cum.

"Wait," she gasped, "I..."

"You'll feel me, pretty girl, don't worry. You are definitely going to feel me!"

She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her anus, and he began to push into her, stretching her painfully. She cried out.

"You like being fucked in the ass, don’t you? You love it!" He pushed his hard cock further into her and she fell forward onto her belly. Moving his bulk over her, he slid one arm underneath her for leverage, and began to squeeze her breasts as he thrust his cock in and out of her ass.

"Ahhh!" she swore in pain. "Fuck! Oh, fuck!"

"Oh yes, little girl, I am going to fuck you. I knew you would like it in the ass!"

He continued his steady thrusting and added his grunts of pleasure to the sound of his flesh slapping hard against her behind. Bracha's cries softened into gasps and moans as her muscles relaxed, and her ass was steadily opened up enough to accommodate its intruder. She hadn't yet cum, although the last man had brought her close, and as the pain softened, she was able to enjoy the pleasure again that was humming through her. She braved a glance to the side at the men watching her being reamed, and saw that the goat-faced man was holding his cock in his right hand and stroking it furiously.

The bald man's thrusts were getting faster and shorter, and Brak sensed he was close. He finished with a deep thrust which tore another scream from her, though this time it wasn't just from the pain - she was close to climax again herself. She felt several shorter thrusts as he shot his load into her, and then relief as he withdrew from her ravaged rear passage.

"That is one sweet ass," the man said appreciatively. "You are one hot little slut!"

He got up, put himself away and turned back to the others. "Little bitch will not be able to walk after that... and certainly not run for a while!"

Bracha raised herself on wobbly arms and slowly sat up. It hurt to sit on her butt. Sweat ran down her back and into the cleft of her buttocks to join the other fluids that were leaking out. The taste of cum still filled her mouth. She felt very dirty after putting on such a wanton display, and almost felt like crying. This was not the way she had imagined it would be.

"Here," a voice said. She looked up and saw that it was the blond. "You could probably use this."

He was holding out a cup of water. She took it gratefully and downed it.

"Thank you."

"I hope you are not too tired," he said gently. "A healthy young girl like you must have a lot of energy, surely?"

"No," she smiled, "I'm not too tired."

It was true. She was very sore - even in places that she had not expected - but he was the best-looking of the men, and... she wanted to cum.

"Okay then, why don't you lie back?" He scooped up her clothes, bundled them up and put them behind her head as she stretched out on her back, admiring his handsome features and lean, muscular body. He granted her a more complete view as he undid his trousers, and slid it down his thighs. His cock was huge, and fully erect.

She opened her legs invitingly and drank him in with big eyes as he lowered himself down on top of her. This was much more like what she had imagined.

"By all the gods, you are gorgeous," he said softly.

"That is just what I was thinking about you," Bracha whispered. Then she gasped as she felt him between her spread legs, and he penetrated her.

His right arm slid beneath her neck, while his left stroked her flank as he thrust slowly and deeply into her. His thick shaft began to send further waves of pleasure through her body, and she thrust her hips eagerly back. His hands roamed her body, over her hair, face, breasts and belly, and she licked at it when able. Then it settled underneath her bottom, and he held onto her tightly as he began to thrust even harder.

Bracha bucked and writhed beneath him, reaching up to clasp her arms around his neck, crushing her breasts into his firm chest and grinding her hips against his, feeling the rush of an impending climax. The momentum of his thrusts increased, as did the volume of her moans. Then it hit. Waves of bliss crashed through her, and she cried out and squealed loud enough to be heard across the street. He continued to hammer into her until he too had cum, pulsing and squirting his seed into her quivering pussy.

She lay on the floor in a pool of sweat, recovering her breath after her colossal orgasm. As different sensations in her body started to reassert their dominance, she realized that her knees and elbows hurt, she was sore between her legs, and her ass felt like it was on fire. But still, she felt weirdly wonderful. Not only could she not remember climaxing quite like that before, but she felt strangely liberated and found that she was enjoying being seen as a shameless slut. She was naked with her legs still spread open, lying on display in front of five men, all of whom were now dressed again and wearing smug and satisfied expressions. Four of them had cum inside her - the fifth, despite the nudging from his comrades, had satisfied himself with his hand.

Bracha was also satisfied. Taking a deep breath, she sat up again and began fumbling through her clothes. She was determined to keep in control and leave while she still felt good about the experience, before she started to feel self-conscious and let shame and shyness get the better of her, as they were threatening to.

A few of the men said something to her as she pulled her thong back on and fastened up her blouse, but she shut out their words, and focussed on getting dressed. She pulled on the rest of her clothes before she let any of them catch her gaze again. Then she flashed the men a sultry smile and walked out of the house on weak and wobbly legs, with as much dignity as she could muster.

"That bald bugger was right," she thought as she stumbled down the pathway and back down the road, "I can barely walk, and it will be days before I can run again."

But still, she wondered with excitement at what she was capable of now, and what she might be capable of the next time she walked past the stone mansion by the river...