Brunhild

Note: some dates are historically not accurate, but are important because of the narrative.

My name is Brunhild, I was the wife and Queen of King Telemachos of Ithaca. I am his second wife and we really loved each other very much.

I grew up in the far north, where there is a lot of snow and ice. My father is one of the richest merchants in the country, connected with King Olaf in brotherly friendship. My father has 4 sons and 16 daughters by several wives. He makes farfetching business trips, from Troy to Ithaca and to Spain. I was allowed to accompany him twice to Ithaca and I was in love from the first moment with the Island Kingdom and the warm, beautiful climate. My father was a true friend of King Odysseus and they traded with each other well. We brought them the finest weapons, tools and lots of various animal furs. Ithaca traded in gold and silver and rare gems that the merchant voyagers brought from Africa.

I was raised almost like a princess, learning to read and write. My father brought a middle‐aged Greek woman who taught me Greek. We, my family, sacrificed to the Gods of the north and we prayed to them faithfully.

We children were not allowed to have sex, that was fine because we girls had to remain virgins. Sometimes we were allowed to watch a couple fucking and asked many questions that were answered honestly and practically, so we knew from a young age how fucking goes and what you just had to know.

Once we were allowed to watch a couple fucking and I 9 year old felt a quite strong fire in my pussy, I asked the woman after her fucking, why it itches and burns with me every time so terribly in my pussy, whenever we were allowed to watch the fucking? The other children laughed at me because I asked another stupid question, but the nice woman waved me friendly to her and I had to sit on her naked lap.

She noticed my gaze on her lover's cock and let me touch it. She showed me how to pull the foreskin back tightly and explained the glans. "That's a nice man's cock," she said with a smile and kissed her lover in the middle of his mouth. She told me to just keep embracing the cock with my hand and rubbing it firmly up and down, always pulling the foreskin all the way back so the glans came out. She touched me at my most sensitive part and asked if the burning was coming from there and I nodded. She explained very precisely that this was the clitoris and that one had to rub it finely until orgasm when it burned or itched. She let me spread my legs and all the children were allowed to watch as she masturbated me, once and then again for a second time. I twitched and trembled blissfully in orgasm and she said I could always do it myself from now on, but not in public, but alone or with my best girlfriend at most. The cock in my hand had become quite firm and throbbed. The woman smiled and looked at her lover, who nodded. She lay down on her back and told me to remain sitting quietly on her lap. The lover put his cock right along my pussy in her pussyhole and started fucking. He fucked her hard and fast and his cock slid back and forth along my cunt slit, it felt very very good! I bent over to watch the fucking, I saw it much better in this position than the kids standing around. The man said that I had to press my clit harder on his cock! He was right, now I felt his cock rubbing back and forth along my clit and I was shaking like a leaf in my longest orgasm or many orgasms at a time until he finished fucking. I felt with my cunt very precisely how the man strained to squirt rhythmically into her little pussyhole. Then he pulled out his cock, firmly rubbing it with his fist and squirted the rest, a dozen jets, into my pussy, of course he paid good attention to my hymen! I had gotten quite hot cheeks while fucking. He patted my face very sweetly. "And, did it do my princess good too?" and I nodded enthusiastically and gratefully. The beautiful fucking went on for about two years until I was 11 years old and this dear warrior from Iceland had fallen in a battle.

From that day I masturbated every day at least once and sometimes together with a girlfriend. I masturbated insanely happy and the older I got, the more often I masturbated, at night sometimes many a few times. I paid attention to my hymen, although some of my peers had already started to fuck.

My father and his newest wife nodded sympathetically, the fucking could wait a little longer. He was already looking for a good man for me, my father said, you will soon be 14 and can marry! I was very happy and dreamed every night of the fucking of the Icelandic warrior I had witnessed and felt with my pussy. The woman we had fucked with the Iceland Warrior instructed him not to squirt inside her, so he pulled out his cock, rubbed it in his fist and jetted all upon my orgasming pussy. That was something to dream of! Fathers new wife was very nice and explained to me in detail all about getting married, the deflowering on the wedding night and everything. She showed me her pussy and let me look at it closely and touch it. She also showed me how she masturbates, much same like me.

My heart almost burst when the father told me, beaming with joy, that he had found a good man for me! I have had seen him already, it was Telemachos, the son of King Odysseus of Ithaca. Father drew a map on the ground and plotted all 14 islands of the Kingdom of Ithaca. Telemachos was now the King, he had just disowned his cold wife. But Telemachos was not to blame for the failure of their marriage, father said. I sensed that Father knew more, but he did not say much more. He was sure that Telemachos, at 29, was not too old for me at 14, and said that a marriage would certainly be good for his business. But I should decide for myself if I wanted Telemachos for a husband or not, father had suggested to him that I should just stay in his castle for a week and decide for myself if I wanted to become his wife or not. He was my father and no business consideration was more important to him than that I myself decide about the yarns of my life.

I kept thinking about Telemachos during the long ride. He was a tall, good looking and serious boy and was very kind when I asked him in wonderment because it was not seemly with us in the north, that he was laying with his mother. He confirmed it with a friendly smile that he lay with Queen Penelope every night. He had to explain it to me in detail because I was very young and unexperienced at that time. Since his father Odysseus was taken away by the Goddess forever, it was even his legal duty to fuck her every night and satisfy her. She was thankfully quite fast in orgasm and very satisfied after the orgasm. The servant girl Penelopes he fucked only to empty his semen completely. Fucking the servant girl sometimes lasted several hours until his cock had enough. We talked for a very long time about the sexual rules in our home countries and I found some things strange at the time, but definitely interesting.

We were received quite warmly, I had to take off my filthy traveling clothes and was led into the bathroom. Two servantgirls bathed me, oiled my body and cut my armpits‐ and pubic hair very short. The older one left the room and the girl, who was younger than me, gently searched for my clit with a finger. I held her hand tightly and asked why she was doing that? She looked at me with wide opened eyes. "It's part of bathing, it has to be!" she said firmly and kept searching. I turned my head to the side in shame, closed my eyes and spread my knees so she didn't have anymore to search for the clit. I was terribly ashamed, I have never let anyone masturbate me since the first time, not even my best girlfriend! The girl masturbated me gently and very routinely. After the orgasm she kissed my cunt softly and left. This bathing procedure routinely happened every day and I didn't just get used to it, I loved it! I put on the bright white veil dress, girded myself with the belt. The thin tunic showed off my firm breasts well and gave a hint of my pubic slit.

I didn't see Telemachos again until dinner. He sat all day with his guest, the famous singer Homéros, and told him about Odysseus, Penelope and himself. He enlightened me that Homéros was the greatest singer in Greece and was writing a long song in which Odysseus, Penelope and he were to appear. But the singer would stay only three more days and after that he would have more time for me.

I knew in the first minute that I wanted to become his wife, but I kept the agreement to decide after a week. Telemachos noticed my belt and knife. I explained to him that the knife was called Leifnirsgram, which means 'pains of the sea'. He looked at it in his hand, weighed it back and forth, and clicked his tongue appreciatively. "Best Gothic steel," I said proudly, "sharp as a butterfly's wing and never needs resharpening!" Noticing his look, I said I would gladly give him one just like it, for it was considered a valuable, royal knife here in the north lands. "My father paid a fortune for it, but defending my hymen was worth it to him!" Telemachos looked at me questioningly. "I slashed the cheek of some impudent fellows with Leifnirsgram," I said, searching for the right words. He nodded thoughtfully. "In my castle you have nothing like that to fear, I have excellent bodyguards that no scoundrel, no armed man can get past!" He would inform the guards that I was allowed to carry the weapon within the castle walls. "This is in keeping with our ideas of a Nordic Valkyrie," he grinned. We talked for a long time, and at some point I asked him. He thought about it for a long time, then spoke about it very sadly.

After Penelope died, he had married a lovely princess from the city‐state of Athens, from Athens, a rotten, dirty nest of filth and rotten sexual perversions that was a disgrace to any respectable and honorable Greek! But she was not made for a man's bed. She was willing and let herself be fucked apathetically, but he would have had more fun with a wet driftwood on the beach. I said laughing that we didn't fuck wet driftwood, he smiled for the first time and then we both laughed out loud. He became serious again. She was only having an arousement when her doggie licked her to orgasm. I kept silent, frozen into a pillar of salt. He nodded again and said, a dirty dog would never ever come to his bed! He pronounced separation and sent her — richly gifted — back to her father. He had been fucking Penelope's servant girls since her death, they appreciated and enjoyed fucking like a Queen and were jubilantly happy to let him fuck them for hours, for as long as it took his cock. I took his hand and squeezed it sympathetically. Such a woman should not marry at all and make a man unhappy, I murmured. Women should enjoy fucking as much as their husbands. He squeezed my hand. "Will you promise me?" he asked seriously. "I am still an untouched virgin," I said just as seriously, "I had never fucked a man, because we virgins are only allowed to masturbate, and I loved that hot and did a lot. I can only promise you that I will honestly try the fucking!" I suddenly had to giggle, and he asked in amazement. I now told him how I was allowed to fuck along with a couple when I was 9 years old and got wonderful orgasms every time as a part of their fucking. He let me tell him everything in detail and we laughed heartily about the orgasms of the little girl. His cold wife was now gone, far far away and we never talked about her again.

He asked me if I wanted to sleep in his bed or have my own room made up? I didn't have to think long. Could he respect my virginity, spare my hymen? Then yes, that would be fine! He nodded and said he was a King and an honorable Greek. We drank and talked for a long time, then we went to bed. I knew that in Greece they slept naked and I was waiting naked for him in bed. He was a beautiful man with a magnificent big cock. He hugged me lovingly and in quite a respectful way, then his servant girl came in and closed the door. She lay down next to him and snuggled up. Even me young inexperienced girl felt how hot she already was indeed. I whispered in Telemachos' ear that I would lie down at the foot of the bed and not disturb them while they were fucking. He nodded and kissed my head, I lay to the foot end. It turned out to be a really hot night.

I could see very clearly her beautiful pussy hole and his magnificent cock that penetrated considerately. I had sometimes seen a pair fuck at home, now I experienced it at arm's length. I heard her satisfied moans and horny whispers, of which I barely understood a word. He fucked very powerfully and persistently and she had one orgasm after another. In his short pauses she masturbated with a devilish grin, so strained she rubbed herself. He looked at me several times and nodded at my masturbating. They fucked forever and I was already exhausted from all the masturbating and the orgasms. He bid her goodbye with a kiss on her lips and she scurried out. I snuggled into Telemachos' arms and we talked about fucking and masturbating for a long time. We kept kissing each other with long French kisses and I fell asleep. One more week, one more week!

The week was almost coming to an end and Homéros was still there. He made me ask if I could tell him about my home land. I looked to Telemachos and he nodded, go ahead! I walked up to the famous man very excited. He was short and wiry, but I have never seen such bright and wise eyes. He wore a very elegant tunic that only reached down to his cock. We kissed each other on the cheek according to country custom and kept our distance in this embrace. I because of his half stiff cock, he because of Leifnirsgram. We sat down opposite each other and my short veil dress revealed much more than it should. He bickered unabashedly over the next few hours at my exposed pussy and at my pussy hole because I sat down while storytelling very relaxed and inattentive and spread my knees unseemly.

Most of all I was to tell about our sexual customs, marriage, wedding and cheating. He nodded and nodded, he obviously knew all that. Then I told him as he wished about our world of Gods and the sexual confusion that our world of Gods offered. He laughed in between and scribbled on the papyrus while listening, otherwise he stroked his little cock thoughtfully and splashed a jet on the floor from time to time. Telemachos explained to me at dinner that the poet was a Macedonian and with them it was normal. Homéros was traveling with four large wooden boxes full of papyri. I told him for three days, then he had to leave.

Telemachos fucked the young servant girl every night, for two or three hours, until his cock had enough. I watched them and masturbated so often that my wrist hurt, but they were wonderful, hot nights. Then I solemnly told Telemachos that I wanted to be his wife, his Queen. He immediately ordered the servants to prepare everything for tomorrow for the Coronation and the girls to prepare me for the wedding night immediately after dinner. A religious dignitary came, muttered a bunch of stupid nonsense, and solemnly declared us husband and wife. Telemachos and I embraced and kissed each other and those present clapped their hands, threw flowers in the air and shouted Vivat!

I was bathed, oiled and perfumed with the noblest scents of Persia. My pubic hair was cut short to the skin, then both girls took turns masturbating me to orgasm after orgasm. "You must get hot, my Lady, hot and eager for the first fuck with your King," the older one instructed me with wise words, who was maybe 15 or 16. I went to the bedchamber with soft knees. Telemachos was waiting for me, his magnificent cock was awaiting me. The girls had told me that my Lord would be alone with me and deflower me, that his servant girl would come later because he had to take care of my cunt after deflowering me. I lay down with Telemachos and snuggled into his embrace, offering him my lips for French kisses.

He was a gentleman, through and through. He gave me a lot of time and heated me up properly with French kisses. He always said beforehand in a low whisper what was coming so as not to scare me. He deflowered me with a powerful and quick jerk, I felt only a short prick, but no pain at all. He fucked me powerfully after that, I raced to orgasm faster than ever before. The aroused and hot servantgirl lay down next to me and I clasped her wild and horny, because I wanted to seduce her the most and fuck her absolutely like a love‐hungry lesbian fury, I melted with her in kisses with our tongues and had myself one orgasm after another, because Telemachos fucked me so wonderfully. From now on, as soon as she joined us, the hotly excited servantgirl half lay on top of me, we kissed wildly like mares in heat with juicy lesbian tongue kisses. I stretched out my hand and masturbated her from orgasm to orgasm and she returned the favor in equal measure while Telemachos kept fucking me further and further and smiling looking at us crazy hot chicks. I loved this hot and horny lesbian kissing and mutual lesbian masturbation while the King kept fucking me smirking, and I needed it every night until my end.

Telemachos had already squirted twice in my virgin hole by now and was far from finished, but I was. I whispered with him to fuck his servant girl now, it was wonder‐wonder‐wonderful but I was completely satisfied and totally finished. He nodded and kissed me deeply. "My wife, my Queen, my Brunhild!" he whispered, his eyes shining. I crawled to the foot end as before and watched their fucking. It was exciting and horny to watch, but I couldn't masturbate anymore. It took hours again before he finished and sent the servant to sleep with a kiss. The following nights went exactly the same way, Telemachos fucked me to some orgasms until I was completely finished, then he fucked the servant girl for hours more. When a servantgirl got pregnant, he would send her back to her parents with a rich gift and take a new 12 or 13 year old virgin as a servant. He loved to deflower and fuck her until his cock was done. Once at dinner he said how happy he was with me and how satisfied he was with my passionate fucking and my wild kissing with the girl. The Greeks spoke freely and without taboos about fucking and masturbating as we spoke about eating.

My father, with whom I exchanged letters every 3 or 4 months via the trade route, had sent me a wonderful long knife decorated with gold and silver, and I gave the worthy, precious short sword as my gift to Telemachos, who was out of bounds with joy. The short sword was a little longer than my Leifnirsgram and was made for big men's hands. It bore the name Tyrfing, the name of a magical sword from our Gods' Sagas, and was only slightly shorter than his greek sword Xyphos, but only half as heavy and never needed resharpening. Telemachos wore it proudly all his life, for it looked splendid and preciously royally and he could never be defeated with it.

I rode out daily in the evening and let the wind blow around my hair. Telemachos had told me that Penelope had to masturbate her stallion Protraktes every day, mine was not so spoiled, he did not get a stiff cock as often as Protraktes. But sometimes I masturbated him of course, because it shouldn't bother him, for that I had to make him cum two or three times in powerful jets until he was done. I very often watched the pagan women when they let themselves be fucked by a stallion and of course it looked really excitingly horny, but I never let myself be fucked by a stallion, although Telemachos publicly accepted the pagan faith and fucking with the "holy stallions". There were an incredible number of women who now openly let themselves be fucked by the stallions mostly publicly and without being disparaged. I could not resist the temptation after even my King had no more objections and let the stallions fuck me every day in full sight, in public. It was a special thrill when so many men watched me. I usually let him squirt inside only five times and then lay on a bale of straw and masturbated horny like ten monkeys in public, in front of everyone when I watched the women fucking the stallions. I turned my head always to the side and closed my eyes, because in my heart I was really very shy and shameful, I felt guilt and shame to masturbate shamelessly and uninhibited in front of the public. — The pagan Queen, who let herself be fucked five times by the stallion in front of everyone and then masturbated like mad in front of everyone, no one missed this spectacle! — I had humiliated myself and hurried home to bathe. I always felt bad about letting the stallion fuck me in public and masturbating in front of everyone, but somehow I really liked this perversion more and more. Telemachos, Heracles and Odysseus grinned good‐naturedly that there was nothing to it, — even Penelope had done it her whole life in public — and often they mingled with the spectators. "Brunhild was not so perfect after all," they grinned laughing, "she just has a little vice addiction with four hooves!"

My servants explained to me exactly what to expect at carnival. All the folks would fuck in public, giving many a woman the opportunity to be fucked by her favorites. It was nevertheless very exciting at my first carnival in the opening to fuck in public a few times with Telemachos on the podium, then I had to let him go, he had noble virgins to deflower! Then followed my servants and our guardsmen, about 45 boys and men, who were allowed to fuck me powerfully in full public until the next sunrise. I had countless orgasms and said goodbye to each with a simple kiss. At sunrise I went home with very soft and trembling knees, caringly supported by two bodyguards. I then slept for 20 hours and had my pussy be cured with healing ointments. Telemachos was very proud of me, his first wife had simply refused to join the carnival. Telemachos had strengthened the guards, so that from the second year on a good 60 men claimed to fuck with me legally. I had to take all my strength together, but even the last one had a legal right to fuck me powerfully through! I enjoyed the carnival every year with full enjoyment, it has something good and cleansing in itself, once a year to be extensively fucked through. People became more connected and, not to be forgotten, a love act glued them tighter than anything else. Otherwise, however, I had remained faithful to Telemachos all these years and never had an affair. My old father will have shaken his head over the carnival, because that was completely unthinkable in the north.

I looked for a task and pursued it all these years. I sponsored every year the three poorest families in town, I brought them food, clothes and whatever was needed. I gave their sons and daughters gifts of money when they got married and was like the devil behind it that they worked and did not become impoverished like their useless fathers. It was an important, demanding and busy task, which also impressed Telemachos.

From our 10th year of marriage, I gave birth to two boys, Heracles and Odysseus. King Telemachos was murdered cowardly when they were 13 and 12 years old and I took over the throne until my sons could become King. I had them both lay with me, following the traditions, and they both fucked me dutyfully to wonderful orgasms night after night until the end of my life. Already at 12 and 13 they fucked me wonderfully one after the other, switching after squirting inside, until I had to give up. I got them two lovely virgins from the beginning and they fucked the servant girls for hours like my Telemachos until their cocks were completely relaxed. They swapped girls daily and fucked them blissfully in tandem, our bed was big enough for all of us. They both fucked me one after the other from orgasm to orgasm, I experienced so many and wonderful orgasms like no woman before. Odysseus had the most enormous cock I have ever seen, he was of iron steadfastness and mostly fucked me to unconsciousness. Heracles was King for a year and had an accident while hunting the wild boar. Odysseus became a wise, just and kind‐hearted King. Like Telemachos and Heracles, he also needed a young servant, whom he fucked for hours after fucking me. He was sad every time we had to send the high pregnant servant home. But I got him a new willing virgin on the same day and he fathered two or three children every year.

One day my heart stopped after Odysseus fucked me to unconsciousness and then fucked on for a long time. I died in my 54th year happily aware of having had a good husband, two good sons, and a fulfilling love life. I was the wife and had lain with three Kings, Telemachos, Heracles and Odysseus, and fucked all my husbands for incredibly long happy years.

Few women do achieve that!