Subject: Lucky Clover
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Thu Feb 17 2000 - 09:02:02 EST
"Lucky Clover"
There once was a King and Queen who ruled a
kingdom by the sea. One day the King's brother,
who ruled a kingdom in the mountains, took ill and
needed help ruling his land.
The first king volunteered to help and explained to
the queen that his brother's illness may last many
months. They would see one another each weekend.
Every other weekend the king would journey, on
horseback, down from the mountains. On alternating
weekends the queen would journey, up from the
seaside, the same way.
"There is one very important thing to remember" said
the king. "Halfway between the two lands is a bridge
which crosses a deep ravine. The bridge is guarded
by a magic troll, who lives under the bridge as most
trolls are apt to do. He will ask you to pay a toll, a four
leaf clover, so you must promise me you will always
remember to bring one with you."
"I will" she replied thinking that would be easy since
all castles in those days were surrounded by fields of
four leaf clovers, for good luck.
So the time comes for the queen to make her first
journey. She picks the clover, puts it in the pocket of
her dress and off she goes. After a while she comes
to the bridge and out crawls an ugly little troll. "He
certainly doesn't look very magical" she thinks to herself.
The troll begins to speak. "I am the troll who lives under
the bridge and YOU must pay a toll ... a four leaf clover
if you please ... or bend over on your knees."
And with that he dropped his pants revealing the biggest,
thickest cock the queen had ever seen. He then thrust
his hips back and forth three or four times to show
exactly what he intended do with his massive, 13 inch
prick.
The queen, all flustered and embarrassed, quickly gave
him the clover and hurried on her way.
This went on for many months. The queen grew used
to seeing the trolls equipment and even began fantasizing
about how it would be to let the troll screw her. After all,
the king was just of an average size, and he was all she
had ever been with. It got to the point where her panties
would get damp at the thought of making the journey
across the bridge.
One fateful day, as she approached the bridge, she
thought "What the hell, you only live once" and threw
her clover away.
When she reached the bridge the troll was waiting. "I
am the troll who lives under the bridge and YOU must
pay a toll ... a four leaf clover if you please ... or bend
over on your knees."
"My goodness" said the queen looking in the pocket of
her dress, "I seem to have lost my four leaf clover. It
looks like I will have to take the second choice today."
So the troll helps the queen off her horse and leads her
down under the bridge where there is a beautiful bed of
flowers. She lifts her dress, slips off her silky royal
panties, bends over and gets down on her knees on the
flowers. As soon as he enters her soaking wet pussy
she realizes why he is called a "magic troll."
The troll screws the queen like she has never been
screwed before in all her life. Echoes of the queens
moans and gasps of pleasure bounce off the ravine
walls for the next couple of hours. When they are
finally done, they lay exhausted in the flowers.
"I have to admit ..." said the queen, "I'm kind of glad I
lost my clover."
"Oh, I hear that one all the time" replies the troll.
"Do many ladies come by here who have lost their
clover" says the queen coyly.
"Oh no" replies the troll ... "But your husband, the King,
loses his every single time..."
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