Kin and Kith

Becoming a Man

Name says it all. Synopsis of you want to skip this one. Six Sexy Prostitutes, one prince. Twelve hours, and lots of fun. A popped cherry. And a pervert born. Tadah.

I realize most of my stories have sex in them. I understand that. That's because they all come from the mind of a man who lives with his mind in the gutter. Moving on.

^^ Linda and Mary ^^

--- Jacob's POV ---

I opened my door, twirling my purloined rose between my fingers, and froze. There were two drop-dead gorgeous women on my bed... And they were almost naked. One wore red, and the second wore purple, but they looked almost identical. I stole a glance to the side, and there were six more, fully naked.

I gulped as one of the two on the bed laughed gently. "Don't be shy, my prince. We are yours, you may do as you wish..." She said softly, and the sound somehow carried.

I slowly closed my door, and gulped a second time, counting to five. I slowly opened the door again, peeking around the edge. They were still there, and tottering with bell-like laughter now. "Yes, we're real, master. Come in, please, we don't bite."

"Speak for yourself." The one in purple giggled. I blushed and walked in, closing the door slowly. She looked at me. "Welcome, Prince Jacob, to what you will see every time you come into your room from now on..."

I swallowed my saliva. I was almost drooling, because these women were simply too much. I spoke before I thought. "Wow... And here I thought women were plain... Perhaps it's the clothes that give that impression..."

I shut my mouth, but not before the room silenced. Then the one in red spoke. "You do not like women to wear clothes?"

"I don't like clothes in general." I shrugged. "I prefer the varying colors of skin... Though... Sheer silk is quickly becoming a second favorite of mine..." I said, eyes locked on the women in my bed, the only clothed women.

They smiled and looked at each other, laughing again in that tinkling tone. "Oh I like this master, he's very honest."

I hesitantly took a step closer, and the second woman laughed. "Come, Prince Jacob, it is still your chamber, and we are yours. No need to hesitate."

I slowly began unbuttoning my tunic, and several pairs of hands got their first, careful not to touch me. I blinked, then gulped again. The six women from the couches were very fast, to reach me that quickly. One whispered in my ear from behind me. "May we touch you?"

"Please?" I whispered back, and covered my mouth. They laughed gently, and the teasing began.

Soft hands played with my body, some simply running velvety fingers over me, and others trailing nails over my muscles. They slowly stripped me as they did this, and soon I was naked, holding my member down in an attempt to hide.