Queen Elizabeth Goes Bughouse on Beacon Hill Serialization: Part Three

Queen Elizabeth Goes Bughouse on Beacon Hill

Serialization: Part Three

This is Part Three of a four part serialization

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Book Six of the multi book series:

An Exchange Student’s Wild American Adventures

Smashwords Edition

By

BB Ellioto

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Queen Elizabeth Goes Bughouse on Beacon Hill

Serialization: Part Three

This is Part Three of a four part serialization.

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Book Six of the multi book series

An Exchange Student’s Wild American Adventures

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Table of Contents

12. Queen Elizabeth’s Nine Lashes Whip Ass, Thighs…and Jack’s Low Hanging Fruit

13. Paris Returns the Vulcan Nerve Pinch…and Let’s Ajay Have Her Ass

14. Queen Elizabeth Reams Jack Mercilessly as He Cums Hard…Again

15. Nadine’s Busy Night: Joe Proposes…and Jack Needs Rescuing

16. Branding Irons Not Hot Enough Yet? Whip Jack’s Sack ‘til They Are!

17. Nadine Decimates Queen Elizabeth and the British Commonwealth

The End of Part Three

Excerpt

We join Queen Elizabeth and Queen Victoria (a voice in QE’s head), in all of their debouched regal glory, whipping the silk-rope bound Rebecca and Jack as they hung swinging from a chandelier hook in the mansion’s first floor reception room.

Slash! Slash! Slash! Rebecca squirmed against Jack in blossoming pain, the utter depravity of the insouciant whip acting as a sexual catalyst, whipping her internally more than the whip did externally. She was going to cum. There was no stopping it now.

Jack was loving every second of this off-the-wall sexual treat. He couldn’t wait until Elizabeth began beating on him! Every time Elizabeth struck the groaning Rebecca Jack’s junk got a good squeeze at the same time that she humped her hips into his. And the way she writhed against him…Good Golly Miss Molly and Great Balls of Fire! It was sooo erotic. His pride-and-joy, already hard, boned up further. He could feel his blood swell the veins on the outside of it.

Slash! Slash! Slash! Oh did the exacting of punishment ever make her wet! Queen Elizabeth arousal washed over her as she put her back into each strike. It was made even better as Rebecca groaned the groan of the terminally licentious. The Queen sadistically watched the muscles of her back contract with each blow.

Slash! Slash! Sla… OOOoooOOOoooOOOooo…FUCK!!! Rebecca screamed into Jack’s face as she snapped harder than Juan Pablo Montoya crashing into a retaining wall at the Indianapolis 500 last year. It was as momentous as she had hoped, as she had expected. It simply came over her like a smothering deep red felt blanket. It snuck up on her, turbo-charging out of her body, each strike of the cruel whip forcing her to clench Jack with all her might.

Slash! Slash! Slash! UuuuuUUUUuuuhhhh… Rebecca grunted as she squeezed, each pinch of the whip winding her up more. Yet it was fast becoming too much of a good thing. The stinging whip…the adrenaline rush, her hard beating heart…and her lovers hard, aroused body pressing so erotically, so forcefully, against hers.

Hey bitch, Jack suddenly called, What about me?

"’Bitch’?!?" Queen Victoria blurted in revulsion. ’Bitch’?!? She saw red. No one but no one talks to a Royal in that way. Even to this low-life scum-sucking make-believe Royal in who’s head she sat, the spawn of a cast-off bow-legged cross-eyed shrew. Oh, how she hated this boy. She screamed in Elizabeth’s ear, "You will exact a revenge commensurate…"

Come on, Queeny, Jack said, interrupting Queen Victoria’s rant. He giggled, thinking it the perfect time to tweak Lizzy, get that outrageous whip laid on him. He wanted to pop, too. He was as sexually wound up as he ever got; he just knew that the slash of the whip could put him over the top.

What, you have something against teenage boys? he mocked. Or do you simply lack the stamina to whip us both? That should do it, he thought. He was sure it would result in some really intense sexual retribution. Ohhhhh…he got that right.

You bastard! Queen Elizabeth shrieked. She snapped her whip against his ass as he swung by.

He spoke while I was speaking! Queen Victoria shrieked louder. Off with his head!

Hold your horses, Queen Elizabeth growled, her whip cracking again, He will be no fun to beat if he’s headless.

That all ya got in ya? Jack laughed uproariously, riling both Queens to greater heights of fury than a bull lost in a red paint factory. Put some backbone into it, why don’t cha.

Slash! Slash! Slash! That was more like it, Jack thought. Each crack of the whip had him grinding into gasping, groaning Rebecca. The inspired whipping was keeping him as hard as the stone walls of a medieval city.

A little better, honey, Jack encouraged. Did you say you were going to beat me until I was headless? he cackled in delight. Go for it, bitch.

I will strip the skin right off your pimpled slack ass, you cankerous slatternly pig, Queen Elizabeth roared her promised, jumping in place up and down, her fury peaking with his words. ‘Bitch’ now. He will pay!!!

Slash! Slash! Slash! WoooWooo!!! Jack bellowed. Oh yeah! Getting heartily beat with a whip as he flew through the air? What a trip and a half! That whip was rad as he helplessly writhed against the equally helpless Rebecca…making her post-orgasmic wind-down truly exceptional.

Make it a reality! he laughed. It was almost a desperate hysterical laugh. He wanted it, he needed it. This was certainly a new, terribly exciting sexual thrill. He was just now beginning to pulse; that primordial feeling would not be denied. If Elizabeth would only beat him a little harder or a little bit more, he would blast… With a foot to his rear, Queen Elizabeth abruptly stopped him swinging.

Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Fire and brimstone! He was soooo…

"Take that you egg-sucking son of an illegitimate tubercular sand lizard!" Queen Elizabeth screamed. Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!

You tell ‘im, bitch, Queen Victoria screamed in Queen Elizabeth’s head.

I’ll take it! I’ll, I’ll…uh, uh, uh! Jack grunted in a way that Neolithic’s would find familiar. "Oh…Oh! Ohhhhhh!

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Recap

Rebecca, Elizabeth and Paris

Rebecca placed the handset back on the cradle and blessed her houseguests with a big smirky grin. The three of them were sitting in a shady arboreal setting off the terrace; grape vines crisscrossed the pergola overhead and an herbaceous hedge on three sides made the setting positively delightful. Few homes in the Boston enclave of Beacon Hill afforded such outdoor privacy. It was Rebecca’s favorite place to lounge in the summer. They were drinking mimosas and enjoying the warm, pleasant morning.

Well, that confirms it, she said gleefully, taking another sip of the tasty concoction. Ajay and his friend Jack will definitely be here this afternoon at four.

High school boys, eh? Paris sighed. Well, maybe she could find something to do with them. A lesbian more by choice than by inclination, she preferred the strong arms of her lover Elizabeth, sitting at her side.

Horny high school boys want to get it on! Elizabeth exclaimed. Damn Rebecca! You sure know how to entertain your guests. And you said they are athletic, too? She was feeling unusually frisky, undeniably aggressive and inexcusably malicious.

Ajay certainly is, Rebecca confirmed. I had plenty of time eye-balling his bod when I sucked him off on the plane last Monday. Teen thin, but about as buff and as ripped as a young man could be.

Liz looked impishly at her lover out of the corner of her eye. Paris hadn’t said that she wanted to play too…but then again, she didn’t say she didn’t. If often took her a while to come ’round. She wasn’t worried. She and Rebecca had hours to build her curiosity.

Why don’t you describe him to us in more detail? she prompted, doing just that.

Oh my! Rebecca laughed, digging into her memory of the quick, lascivious event. Well, first of all, he’s an Indian teenager and a handsome one, at that. Complexion? Bit of a cross between maple and brown sugar. His face is unblemished, more long than square and he has a nice chin with a cute, prominent cleft. His nose is aquiline…oh…and he has flashing clear black eyes that reflected the carnality of what I was doing to him. Black hair, of course. He’s gotta be about five-eight or nine in height, maybe as much as 160 pounds.

Mmmmm, yum Elizabeth grinned, licking her lips suggestively. Rebecca giggled, her fourth mimosa addling her just right. Elizabeth leaned forward, all ears. Tell me more.

"When I was sucking him off and he was about to cum he arched his back. Ohhhh, you should have seen those muscles writhe. When he arched, I slipped my hands under his ass…shit did he have hard buns…and forced him all the way into my throat. He’s gotta have less than five percent body fat. You should see the detail of his Adonis Belt framing that six-pack! Hot! When he bunched those to-die-for abs in my face it just about made me cum on the spot.

Oh! And