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October 16 Telepathy & Pheromones: Part 3
Telepathy & Pheromones: Part 3
Cucking Her Man To Pay A Debt.
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Trap is Sprung.
Rachel was supremely confident. She usually wins when
they play poker. Sofia is good too, but Rachel somehow usually has
better luck than the ginger and always ends up with the slightly
better cards than her.

Sofia also knows that most of the time Rachel has
better luck than her, but not today. With a smirk on her face, Sofia
reveals her hand. "Four of a kind," she tells her friend,
grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"You accepted the bet so pay up now,”
Sofia stood and asserted. “Your cute boyfriend is now my sex
slave and I want to suck his cock and fuck him in front of you. I
want you to watch him and I lose our virginities to each other. He is
going to let me fuck him here like I want him to, because he is my
slave now and has no other choice but to obey."

Murphy looked at Rachel with alarm on his face.
Rachel is shocked, too. She was clearly not expecting to lose when
she agreed to the bet.

Murphy looked at Sofia angrily, only to see Sofia
smirk lecherously back at him. Murphy turned back to plead with his
girlfriend. "You can renege on it. It isn't like she can do
anything about this. Tell her you won't let her do me." He then
whirled again back around to confront Sofia. "I'm not an object.
You two just agreed to this bet without considering what I said. I
explicitly said ‘no’, and refused to be a chip in your
game, but you ignored me."

Rachel finally snapped out of it. She glared at
Sofia. The raven haired beauty couldn't believe it. "It wasn't a
serious bet," she tried to say in a trembling voice. "There
is no way you'll be getting to deflower my boyfriend. That is for me
and me alone to do." Then she said to Murphy "Don't worry,
sweetie. I am not letting her touch your cock."

After that, she was back to talking to the ginger
again. "You couldn't possibly have thought I would let you have
sex with him now, did you? Let's just forget about it and play
another round already. No more insane bets like this one."

"But I was truly serious when I made the bet,"
Sofia informed her in a cold voice of a mob debt collector. "So
you have to let me fuck him here and now."

Rachel stared at her, aghast at the very thought of
her boyfriend losing his virginity to Sofia instead of her. It was
horrifying to even think about that happening.

"If you do not allow it, then I will stop being
your friend.” Sofia tightened the trap with her cold words.
“Let me fuck him or we will no longer be friends anymore,
Rachel. It is your choice now. Make it already." This is a huge
gamble and Sofia knows that it could go wrong, so she reads Rachel's
mind.

Rachel is giving in, Sofia realizes.

With a sigh, the black haired bombshell turns to her
boyfriend. "Honey, Sofia is my best friend and I don't want to
lose her, so can you please just have sex with her and make her
happy?" she asks him in a bleak voice.

Murphy stared at her in shock.

"If you love me you will do it.” Rachel
equivocated. Then she bluntly gave him the ultimatum. “Do what
she asks you to, or I am breaking up with you."

This is going even better than Sofia dreamed of. She
had never thought it would be so easy. Her friend is handing him over
on a silver platter now.

"Fine," Murphy said to Rachel. "But I
am only doing this because I love you." He then walked around
the table to stand before Sofia, his legs shaking. She suddenly
grabbed his hair and pressed her lips against his in a fiery kiss. He
tried to pull away then remembered what his girlfriend just told him
to do. ‘Let Sofia do what she wants.’ So he only stood
there and allowed her to ravage his mouth with her tongue. Then her
hands dropped to unzip his pants and take them and his boxers off,
revealing his already stiffening slender tool. She wrapped her
fingers around the rod and stroked it, feeling how hard it is in her
hand.

He moaned and she smirked. Sofia then got down on her
knees in front of him. "I've sucked much thicker cocks than
yours, Murphy. But you are the only one I will ever allow in my
pussy," she said to him before she started licking the underside
of his lengthy, but slender shaft. Murphy tensed up as he felt her
wrap her skilled tongue around his cock and then she fully sucked it
into her mouth, expertly sliding her full lips to the base of his
erection. She has sucked many cocks before and is a consummate expert
in the field. Her blowjobs have been the best that many boys at their
school ever got. His manhood was especially pleasing, as she was able
to slide him down her throat with ease. She held him down her throat
longer than any other cock had been immersed in her esophagus,
swallowing him repeatedly on each submersion.

Sofia's dick sucking lips worked him quickly and his
primal instincts took over. Soon he was subconsciously thrusting into
her mouth. Within three minutes, the very experienced girl pulled him
up from her throat, locked her lips tightly around his glans, flicked
his frenulum rapidly, and forced Murphy to blow his load in her
waiting mouth. She swallowed the first rope and then withdrew his
stiff pulsing cock, making him spray the rest of his creamy ropes on
her face. He drenched her cheeks, glazing Sofia's beautiful face with
his warm cum. Sofia grinned like a glazed doughnut as he caked her
with his seed, the warm baby batter splattering all over her. Her
gorgeous face was now entirely glazed in his cum and she looked
ecstatic about it. Her pleasuring prowess is central to her esteem
among her contemporaries. The new guy is now her prize.

She then pushed him down onto her bed and stood over
him. Yanking off her clothes, then the rest of his, she lastly
revealed her bright red hairy pussy to the boy laying below her.
Rachel watched as her boyfriend's lengthy thin cock remained fully
erect, pointing up at the ginger-lined entrance. Sofia grinned
dominantly over at Rachel as she descended to her knees, then onto
Murphy’s pole, taking his penis up, touching her hot pussy
lips. The redhead slowly descended her body, wincing as her cherry
pops, and sheathing him fully, in one go. He is now inside her and
they both moaned loudly in shock. It feels so good. Her cunt is like
a tight furnace, burning his sensitive prick. She is searing him with
the flame of her passion.

All he could do now was hang on for his life as she
starts moving on top. The girl fucked him hard, at times leaning down
onto his chest and hissing in his ear, as his eyes rolled into the
back of his skull. His virgin cock never showed signs of flaccid
interludes, but his second ejaculation would not cum so soon as his
first one, just 5 minutes ago.

"Do you like this, baby? You like how I fuck
you in front of your girlfriend? Like how you're getting fucked by my
hot pussy? I want you to cum in my pussy." Her words pushed him
over the edge and he ejaculated again, this time cumming deep inside
her vagina. He quickly filled up her womb with his several gushes of
semen, his seed coating the linings of her inside walls. Her vaginal
juices were absorbing deep into the thin taut skin of his cock, where
her pheromones were already waiting, since his morning ‘tea’.

"Please stop already," Murphy begged her,
but Sofia was still not satisfied. Her pleasure comes not from his
rigid dick but the control she has over him. She enjoyed the power to
fuck him, even when he didn't want to be fucked. The redhead slammed
down onto him again and again, pounding him to a third orgasm, making
him spew one more load into her hot pussy, setting her scent into his
dermal depths. Sofia has never felt so much joy in her life. The
first time she sucked a cock used to be her happiest memory but that
was nothing compared to this. She just got popped her own cherry and
the cherry of the guy she loves; this hero who risked his life and
saved her young brother.

Sofia dismounted him after his 3rd load was
delivered, and got on all fours. Lifting her round ass up into the
air, she said "Fuck my ass now, slave. I want you to stick your
slutty cock in my ass and cum." She was drunk on this new power
and on his cum, and wanted more.

When he hesitated, she said; "If you don't fuck
and cum in my ass now, I will stop being friends with your girlfriend
and she will dump you." Murphy turned to Rachel and she gestured
for him to do what Sofia says. Defeated and humiliated, Murphy just
grabbed her shapely hips and slid his lubricated dick inside her, her
pussy juices providing sufficiently as lube. If her cunt was tight,
this was even tighter; his slender rod making it considerably
smoother than a fat cock might have been. It squeezed around him like
a hot glove and he screams in shock from how pleasurable anal feels.

"Come on, fuck toy. Fuck me already. You are my
sex slave and I'm ordering you to fuck me!" Sofia shouted her
demands, ramming her powerful ass back at him. Murphy gulped before
he started fucking her anus, slamming his cock into her. He pistoned
in and out of her as quickly as he could go, feeling her sphincter
grip him so tightly it's like she was trying to rip his dick off. "

Are you watching this now, Rachel? Your slutty little
boyfriend is fucking my ass. Look at this whore's dick inside my
asshole. Your boyfriend is my whore now. He is my slut now, Rachel."

Murphy started to cry as the humiliation became too
much for him to bear. He was now permanently tainted, made into a
slut who was fucking another girl in front of his girlfriend right
now. The guy couldn't bear thinking about how hurt his girlfriend
must be to see this scene unfolding before her eyes, even though she
asked him to be her friend's sex slave.

He can’t see Rachel who is still sitting
directly behind him, but she is horny from watching him fuck Sofia.
Rachel is passionately fingering herself to the sight, having her own
orgasm the moment he spurted loads into Sofia's waiting ass, filling
up the inside of her large ass with his cum. He emptied his balls
into her bowels before collapsing onto his back, next to her on the
bed.

Sofia got up and positioned herself over his head.
Then she started urinating on the unconscious boy's face. She pissed
all over his forehead and cheeks. After pissing on him and marking
him with her pee, she got off the bed and said to her friend "Can
you ever be with him again after what I did to him, you cuck?"

Sofia then allowed Rachel to watch her cuddle up with
Murphy's unconscious body during the next hour. Her pussy is so
powerful that it knocked him out cold and he is still unable to wake
up from his deep sleep. He just slumbers on into the evening as Sofia
fondled his body however she pleased. Rachel could do nothing but
watch, as she didn't want to lose her best friend. It humiliated her
to see Sofia fuck Murphy. The fact that she got turned on while
watching the illicit fuck is also very humiliating as well, and she
doesn't know how it happened. How could she have been turned on by
her boyfriend losing his virginity to her best friend?

Suddenly, the redhead got up above Murphy's head and
did what she did an hour ago. She pissed again all over the boy's
face. This time, it woke him up. His eyes went wide once he realized
that Sofia is urinating one him. He winced from the salty piss and
shut his eyes. He screamed from the sting and as his mouth opened in
shock, the beautiful teen peed directly into it. Murphy can now feel
her salty piss hit the back of his throat and it clearly suddenly
reminded of all the new ‘tea’ he drank. It wasn't tea! He
was tricked into drinking piss by Rachel for the past several days
now. Finally she was done taking her nighttime piss on his face and
in his mouth.

Finally, he yelled at her "What the hell was
that for?" The ginger only smirked at him.

"I did what you wanted. I was your sex slave,
but no more of that.” Murphy spoke his resolve. “You
forced me to do it with you but I won't let you push us around
anymore."

Then he turned to Rachel, who was still sitting on a
chair and watching. "Baby, I am sorry you had to watch that. I
warned you not to make that bet. But it's okay now. We already gave
her what she wanted. If she's still unreasonable, I think you would
be better off without a friend like her."

"How could you say that? Sofia is my best
friend," Rachel muttered, much to her boyfriend's dismay. He
simply cannot believe she is siding with the woman who just peed in
his face. After all that's happened today. It is crazy.

Rachel turned to look at Sofia. "We can still be
friends right? I kept my end of the bargain. I let you fuck my
boyfriend like you wanted. You aren't going to fuck him again are
you?" She looked at Sofia very pleadingly, not wanting to lose
her closest friend in the world. Her eyes betrayed the amount of pain
she had just experienced not too long ago.

This made her redhead friend scoff in a bitchy tone.
"Are you serious? Do you really want to stay friends with me
after I fucked your boyfriend in front of you? You really are a
pathetic cuck, aren't you? Such a loser," Sofia taunted her and
Murphy quickly cried out in protest.

Sofia turns to him. "What? You think you can
stand up to me, baby, but you already belong to my pussy. I claimed
you with it. Your cock smells of my pussy and tastes of it. You will
never be able to clean yourself of my pussy juices. It has soaked
into your skin and is now a part of your being." My pheromones
are embedded in you.

Sofia then left to get a shower as Rachel &
Murphy sat in the room together alone. Murphy looked at Rachel and
said "Please listen. I will clean my cock and get rid of the
smell of her pussy. My cock won't taste of her pussy by the time I'm
done showering. I promise, baby."

Rachel didn't reply.

"I only fucked her for you. You want to remain
her friend and upholding your end of the bet is the way to do that."
He waited for his black haired girlfriend to say something, anything
at all, but she didn't. Then it got worse when she finally broke her
silence.

"You gave in too easily," she finally said
to him.

Murphy stared at Rachel with a noticeably confused
expression on his face.

"I only had to beg you briefly. You should have
put up a much bigger fight but instead you just let her take your
clothes off and fuck you right there. You are a slut."

Murphy scoffed at this in disbelief.

Rachel glared at him like he was a disgusting piece
of trash and sure, maybe it hurt him so bad, but he can't blame her
for being so upset right now. She was just forced to watch her
boyfriend lose his virginity to her best friend.

"Honey, I didn't know what to do. I did not want
to sleep with her but you were pretty adamant about it. I had to do
it because I love you," he told Rachel in a desperate tone.

She still looked right at Murphy frostily, and he
could feel the despair welling up inside him. What was he supposed to
do? Ignore her? She was the one who told him to do this! He told her
not to take the bet but she did and now he is the bad guy because he
did what she told him to do, so that she can keep her friend.

"And you blasted four loads inside her too! How
could you cum inside her. Your semen belongs to me! I did not give
you the permission to cum inside Sofia," she continued to rant
against him. So now he's also in the wrong for not being able to stop
himself from cumming?

It was starting to grate on Murphy now and his face
showed it.

"Don't you dare look at me like that.”
Rachel yelled. “This is not my fault. You belong to me and I
can lend your cock to Sofia as part of a bet, but what I never did
was give you the permission to cum inside her, and that's what you
did."

Rachel then left the house. Murphy sat there, still
feeling dazed by all that has happened to him. He still couldn't
believe he let Sofia fuck him in front of Rachel, like that. It was
just so unlike him to engage in such depraved acts. Before dating
Rachel, he never even got as far as holding hands with a girl before.
And then Sofia conspired with Rachel and took it even further and
deflowered him. He was starting to get a headache now as all these
thoughts swirled through his head.

About ten minutes, later Sofia came out of the
bathroom. She smiled once she saw him still sitting there. "Want
to do it with me again, baby?" she asked him. "I was a
virgin before you, you know? My Rachel though, that one was a massive
slut. She fucked half the guys in our grade, already. Her pussy is
all loose now. It will never feel as good as mine. Constant pounding
from those guys ruined it forever." She had a very arrogant
smirk on her face. "Once you've had it, you’re going leave
her. I know you would."

"Why are you doing this?" he demanded
angrily. "She was your friend and you just fucked me in front of
her. I had to let you because she begged me to, but she only begged
me to do that because you forced her. You said you would stop being
friends with her if you didn't get my dick. Why, Sofia? Why?"
Murphy was still oblivious and had no idea why she did what she did.
He might be a smart guy but has always been clueless when it comes to
these sort of charms. These dark arts of the seductress.

"Because I've been completely in love with you
ever since the moment we met and that bitch was in the way,"
Sofia said.

He looked at her in shock.

"You heard me right. I love you, Murphy. I want
to go out with you. I know it makes me a shitty friend to Rachel but
I can't help it." She placed her hands on his chest. "You
are my slut now, Murphy. You have already started falling in love
with my pussy. I have already marked your cock with my pussy potions.
Your cock will smell of my pussy. It will taste like my pussy now,
and Rachel won't be able to stomach it. She will dump you and you
will come back to fuck me again, and we will live together happily
ever after, baby."

Murphy looked at her like she had grown a second
head. "Nonsense; Once I wash my cock, it will no longer smell of
your pussy," he told her and then finally got up from the bed.
He yanked his boxers
36 min
October 15 Telepathy & Pheromones: Part 2
Telepathy & Pheromones: Part 2
Jealousy between two vixens.
Based on a post by Dash91830.
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Sofia left her brother with a couple of bodyguards
after telling them to make sure that he doesn't run off again. She
got in her car and slowly followed Murphy back to the high school,
at a distance. She already logged her independent training laps for
the track team, during the lunch break so she can care for Shane when
he got home from his school. She’s only going to the practice
because she wants Rachel to properly introduce them, so that she can
worm her way into Murphy's life. She has it so bad for him right now
and can't think of anything else other than losing her virginity to
the hero. Rachel is her best friend but Sofia is prepared to cross
that red line if she can persuade Murphy to be with her. As she sees
him going toward the track, she drives into the parking lot and
approaches Rachel and the team from another direction

She clenched her fists in jealous rage when she saw
Rachel hugging the Murphy and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hi, baby," the black haired teen said to
Murphy. "I'm really glad you could come." She then saw
Sofia and told him "My best friend is right over there. Let me
just introduce you to her." Rachel then waves her over and as
Murphy turns around to see, he is surprised that it is Sofia, sister
of the boy he just saved earlier, the ginger who offered to give him
a blowjob as a thank you. It is a small world, Murphy thinks to
himself.

Sofia pretends to be surprised too and exclaims "It
is you? Wow! Rachel, you picked a great guy to go out with!"
Then she threw her arms around Murphy in a massive hug and sends a
wave of light jealousy into Rachel's head, making her feel slightly
insecure of Murphy. Sofia must carefully ruin their relationship with
a slow increase in mistrust.

"I honestly had no idea you are dating my
closest friend when we met, Murphy. This is a huge coincidence, isn't
it? How did you two get together?" She knew that this would make
Rachel suspicious of what happened between her and Murphy, even
though nothing really happened.

Rachel just stared. Murphy removed himself from
Sofia's arm. He smiled awkwardly at her and then back at his
girlfriend as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

Rachel finally inquired; "Honey, you two have
already met each other?" He sheepishly nodded his head, still
somewhat shocked that Sofia had begged him to let her suck his cock.

"How though? I want to know how you two met each
other." Her voice is laced with puzzled insecurity and it made
Sofia inwardly smirk, as she can detect her friend's frantic thoughts
easily. Sofia would have to be careful and not push too quickly
though, or Rachel might be able to figure out about how she has
telepathic powers and has been using them on her.

"He saved Shane's life," Sofia announced
admiringly to her best friend, whose eyes go wide in surprise. She
clearly wasn't expecting that one.

"Shane ran out into the street when the guys who
picked him up earlier weren't paying attention. I was too far away to
reach him in time but Murphy was at a bench in the park & he ran
right into the street to grab him, before a massive truck would have
hit him. He is a hero, Rachel. You are so lucky to have him as your
boyfriend." Sofia gave her friend a smile that betrayed nothing.

Rachel relaxed and looked at Murphy with new pride.
She hated herself for even momentarily suspecting Sofia, unaware that
her best friend is already thinking of sucking her boyfriend's cock
and thrusting her virginity on him, stealing him away from Rachel.

"Is that right, sweetie?" Rachel asked.
Murphy shyly nodded and she kissed him on the tip of his nose, making
Sofia possessed. "That was a really brave thing for you to do,
honey. I'm so proud of you, right now." She meant it too. She
was really glad to have such a courageous boyfriend, not knowing that
he had unintentionally won over Sofia's heart. He also doesn't know
that he is now the mafia princess' object of affections.

"I better get home now. My brother has to eat
soon," Sofia said to her best friend and the guy she wants.

Rachel could still feel an inkling of jealousy but
she told herself she has nothing to worry about. Sofia is her best
friend, after all. Still, she knew how horny the redhead is. If she
ever wanted Murphy and managed to get her lips around his cock, he
would be a goner.

"You should be careful around her," Rachel
decided to warn her naïve boyfriend. "I don't want to
badmouth Sofia since she is my friend but she is very horny and
enjoys sucking dicks. She might even try to seduce you and get you to
face fuck her. I mean it." Murphy blushed and Rachel assumes
that he was just embarrassed from her bluntly talking about sex. She
had no idea Sofia already offered to suck his dick about 10 minutes
ago when they first met each other by the park. He believed her when
she said that Sofia is really horny. He completely believed her.

"Of course, honey,” Murphy assured her. “I
will never cheat on you, so you don't have anything to worry about.
My ride home will be here soon, so I'm going to stay here and watch
you practice first before I go. I'll try not to distract you."

She smiled at him as she went straight back to her
practice squad and he sat and watched. It is wonderful to see how
athletic she is. She is so talented and hard working, and he can
tell, even if he doesn't know a thing about sports, that she is
excellent.

When he had to leave, he waved her ‘bye’
and she blew a kiss to him. When he got home he went to his home &
clicked the lock then jacked off to the image of his girlfriend's
sexy ass in her tight running shorts; and jiggly tits bouncing as she
flies down the running track.

It’s Wednesday, 6am and Sofia is feeling very
frustrated. She is at the shooting range with some of the men her
father left behind to guard her. Not that she needs any protection.
The girl is an excellent shot with her pistol. Right now she is
practicing before school, firing multiple rounds into the center of
the target, getting many bullseyes in a row, with ease. This is a way
for her to vent all of her frustration and anger. Even her bodyguards
are impressed with how accurate she is, especially given the fact
that she is in a very foul mood right now. Her hands remained
perfectly steady and her aim as impeccable as it always is.

It had been a couple of days since she met Murphy for
the first time and she really wanted him to be hers. Seeing him talk
to Rachel made her upset in many ways. She didn't like seeing him
with another girl, specifically her own friend. The fact that she
felt this way also made Sofia feel a little guilty. Just a bit
guilty, before she went right back to thinking about how she can get
into his pants. Murphy is too loyal to Rachel to cheat on her
willingly, so Sofia has to either break the two of them up first or
force him to fuck her.

But how can she force him to fuck her though? Gun
point? Nah, he might not be able to get an erection if she points a
Smith & Wesson at his head. She will have to make Rachel paranoid
in order to sabotage the two of them. This begged another question of
how she can make someone paranoid. Suddenly a perfect plan occurred
to her. If she knows more about Murphy than Rachel would expect her
to, that could easily trigger suspicion. She would let sit back and
watch for a moment as the jealousy slowly consumes Rachel. After
that, she could take it further, one step at a time.

The athletic ginger quickly finished up her target
practice. She then got back to the mansion. Sofia headed up to her
room to get a shower and change clothes. Then the redhead grabbed her
car key. Her dad bought her a Lamborghini as a birthday gift for her
the day she got her driving license. She drove over to the school
very fast and arrived with twenty minutes left. Most of her teammates
were already there and they all greeted her respectfully. Sofia
nodded at them before going off to look for a certain nerd boy.

Once she found Murphy, she cornered the boy in the
library with a cute smirk on her face. "Hi, Murph!"

He said ‘hi’ back, his face entirely red
in embarrassment. Why does he still have to blush like this whenever
a girl talks to him? He already has a girlfriend, for goodness' sake!

Unbeknownst to him, the redhead sprinter was getting
into his head to look around for clues about what she can do to make
Rachel jealous and steal him away from her. He has always been an
open book and hence it was extra easy for her to read his mind.

The beautiful ginger wasn't surprised to see that he
is a submissive and obeys Rachel. It is pretty obvious from how meek
and timid he is. He just couldn't be anything else but a sub, she
thought to herself.

She was also surprised to see that he likes Italian
Tiramisu cake, just like she does. ‘We now have something in
common,’ Sofia thought to herself giddily as she slowly eased
up on her telepathic activity. She could get tired if she went in too
deep and the exhaustion could show up on her face and make Murphy
suspicious. That's the last thing she wants right now.

"I'd really love to hang out but we both need to
get to classes now," Murphy said to her, finally bringing her
fully out of her reverie. Sofia nodded and the two of them walked to
their homeroom classes. She looked at his back longingly as he headed
the other way and then went into her own homeroom class, silently
telling herself to keep calm and not worry too much. The redhead
might be a bit of a slut with how many cocks she's sucked but Rachel
is much sluttier. She might even break up with Murphy on her own, to
go back to whoring around.

Sofia’s morning classes were really boring and
she couldn't wait for lunch break to come. When it arrived, Sofia
left the campus, to a bakery store. She bought a tiramisu cake and
took it back to the school. There, she found Rachel and other
teammates sitting at their regular lunch table, with Rachel being
cajoled about her new boyfriend. Kate and Ann both enjoyed ribbing
her and Sofia for being slutty, with Sofia often protesting that she
isn't really a slut since she’s a virgin, even if many boys
have gotten blowjobs from her.

"Hey, captain," Ann greeted as Sofia joined
them at the table. "Will you be at after school practice today?"
Sofia nodded with a light smile on her face. "Good! I mean, you
don't really need it since you are already extremely fast, but it
will be cool to have you with us." Ann then ate more of her
salad while Sofia munched on her banana. These girls ate healthy food
at every meal to keep themselves in excellent physical condition, not
just for athletic performance, but also their sexual performance.
With the sole exception of Sofia, who is the last virgin left on the
team, they have all fucked many guys.

"Did you know that Rachel's got a new boy toy
now?" Kath asked Sofia, who just gave another nod and a slightly
forced smile as she thought about Rachel and Murphy together. "How
long do you think it would be before she fucks him?” Kath asks,
then answers herself without waiting;” I'd say only about a
week, given how loose she is."

Ann snickered at this. "You are a bit of a
whore too, aren't you, Sofia?" Sofia chuckled lightly. She only
sucked cocks and never rode any, but her friends still called her a
whore for it. Rachel told Sofia that Murphy has never gotten even a
kiss before he started dating her, much less a blowjob from a girl.
It made Sofia determined to be the first girl to touch his cock.

"He isn't just a boy toy," Rachel informed
her friends. "I seriously like Murphy a lot and am serious with
him." She could tell that her teammates don't believe her, and
they had a good reason. The raven haired beauty did fuck over 30 guys
in the three months after she turned 18.

"Anyway, he wants to wait until we have been
dating for some time before sleeping with me, and I can respect that.
He is still a virgin. Losing virginity is a big deal for every boy. I
want it to be a special experience for him because I care."
Rachel declared, not convincing anyone at the table.

"Just be gentle with him," Sofia said to
her closest friend, making both Kath and Ann giggle. "You'd be
popping his cherry after all. Actually, you know what? I really think
that you should wait for a bit of time, Rachel. Wait until the two of
you have developed strong feelings for each other first so that it
would be a more meaningful experience."

Ann frowned at this, and so did Kath, but neither of
them ever spoke against her. Sofia was the one in charge of their
posse, after all. She always has been for a very long time now, and
that won't change anytime soon.

"I don't think so.” Rachel objected. “He
might agree with you because he wants to wait, but I do not want to
wait. If he tries to make me wait, I will rape him," Rachel told
Sofia and the other girls, all of whom now gasped in shock. They just
couldn't believe what they heard.

"My mom did roofie my dad when they were in
school together so maybe it's just time I do the same thing with
Murphy,” Rachel rationalized. “He is my boyfriend so I
have the right to fuck him whenever I want to." While Ann was a
little apprehensive, Kath just nodded in agreement.

"Exactly,” Kath chirped in. “Our
boyfriends' bodies belong to us, Rachel. You don't need to have his
consent. Just slip something into his water and tie him up while he's
out. Then fuck him when he wakes up," she said to Rachel. "I
did it to my boyfriend just a week ago. His loser parents told him
that sex is sinful and all that shit, and he seemed to kind of
believe it, so I just raped him. He was so cute when he begged me to
stop." Rachel and Kath high fived as Sofia and Ann rolled their
eyes. They knew just how entitled Kath feels with regard to her
boyfriend.

"Don't use drugs, there's going to be evidence
of it in his system," Melissa, another girl on the team who is
at the table with them spoke up. "What I did when my boyfriend
wouldn't put out is tell him I would spread rumors about him having a
tiny cock. Blackmail is so much better since there is no trace of it
left behind." Kath looked surprised to see that Melissa also had
to resort to rape. "He used to be willing but then I kind of
cheated on him," Melissa said in response to the questioning
look she just got.

Sofia spent the rest of lunch listening to her
friends debate the best way to rape a boy and get away with it. It
was a very interesting conversation but she had to get to class soon,
so the redhead quickly finished her meal and left before any of them.
She left a special little cake in Murphy’s locker, along with a
sweet thank you note on behalf of her family, then got to the next
class and spent the rest of the school day mooning over Murphy. Once
school was over, Sofia headed straight home and was surprised to see
her dad at home so soon. He did say he would be gone for at least a
week or two.

"Hey, honey," the seasoned mob boss said to
his daughter, hugging her and kissing her forehead gently. She is one
of the very few people he has ever been affectionate with, along with
his wife and son. "Did anything happen while I was away?"
Sofia now had a distressed look on her face as she thought about how
to talk to him about this. It is the first time she has ever been in
love and she needs someone to help her figure out what she should do
next.

"Tell me what it is.,” Dad implored. “I
know from the look on your face that something's up."

"I'm in love with a guy but he is dating
Rachel," Sofia said. Her father exhaled. "If it was some
other guy I would have just had someone kidnap him but how can I do
that when Murphy is my best friend's boyfriend?" She looked up
at her father and continued "I have to work out a way to make
the two of them break up. That is the only way. I can't live without
him. I only met him a few days ago but I know I need Murphy so much.
He is the only boy I have ever loved."

The Trap is designed
On Thursday night Sofia was hanging out over at
Rachel's. She usually came here to hang out in her bedroom and play
poker with her and a few other friends, but this night it was just
the two of them here alone, as Rachel's parents were out of town.
Sofia was pouring some vodka from the bottle that Rachel swiped from
a cabinet. They usually don't drink often since it can impact their
athletic performance. Once a week is fine though, and today is a
Thursday. Both of them only have a few classes on Friday, being free
for half of the day. That's why the duo felt okay with drinking
today. But this night, Rachel drank too much.

"I wanna tell you something," Rachel
slurred to her. "Izza bout what I been doing to Murphy."
Sofia knew exactly what her black haired drunk friend was about to
say. She has read Rachel's mind before and was doing it right now.
Rachel was about tell her about doing something which Sofia already
knows she did. "I like ta piss inna water bottle and give it to
him, saying that it's tea. It turns me on so much seeing him drink my
pee at school without even knowing what he is doing." Rachel
didn’t say where she got the idea, but she looked very giddy as
she shared this information with the ginger.

"No way!" Sofia exclaimed, pretending to be
surprised by this. "I refuse to believe you actually did that.
Unless you can do it in front of me right now, I just can't believe
it." Rachel just took her booty shorts and panties off,
revealing her bald pussy. She prefers to shave, unlike Sofia, who is
growing a massive bush right above her cunt. Then the raven-haired
beauty grabbed an empty water bottle and started urinating into it in
front of Sofia. "Wow, you really are one crazy bitch, you know
that? That is some really messed up stuff, bitch." This just
made Rachel lightly smile. Rachel tucked the bottle in her backpack
and said; “You watch! Tomorrow, he’ll drink this bottle
dry.”

That night, while drunken Rachel was snoring in bed,
Sofia sneaked out of the bedroom with the backpack. She went into the
bathroom and then poured the contents into the toilet. She then
washed it thoroughly in the kitchen. After that, the redhead returned
to the downstairs bathroom & removed her pajamas bottoms and
urinated inside the bottle, filling it up as quickly as her best
friend did before they went to sleep. Then she set the water bottle
in the
32 min
October 14 Telepathy & Pheromones: Part 1
Telepathy & Pheromones: Part 1
A new boytoy on campus.
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Murphy groaned as he reached over with his hand to
switch the alarm clock off. He liked going to school but hated waking
up so early for that. It is really necessary though. There is simply
no other choice for him. The new school is a bit far from his house
and he has to leave early if he wants to get there in time. He
quickly got into the shower stall and showered as quickly as he
could. The boy also looked for something to wear to school while he
does so. Despite being able to afford it, he isn't picky about what
he wears. He’s slender, handsome, and introverted. He’s a
late bloomer and still growing, despite turning 18 just two weeks
ago. The fall semester at Edison High started last week.

Once done, he quickly put his clothes on. Then he
checked to see if he's packed everything properly. Satisfied that he
has, he went into the dining room where his parents waited for him.
His dad sat at the table while his mom is in the kitchen, cooking
breakfast. Like usual, Murphy's father is reading the morning
newspaper. Murphy believes he's got his nerdy side from his dad but
the truth is he would have ended up as a dork on his own, anyway. His
dad also being one is merely a coincidence and not a cause or
anything like that.

"Hey, honey," his mom says to him, over the
counter which divides the two rooms. She appears with a plate of
waffles & sat down at the table. "How's school lately? Did
you make any new friends in this new town?" He sighed to
himself. Not this conversation again!

"I know that transferring schools in your
senior year can be very rough but you can still try to find someone
to hang out with. No need to be alone all the time, you know? Just
think about it." It is one of the very rare occasions when
Murphy thinks that his mom is boring. Extremely rare. Most of the
time she is charismatic and interesting to talk to, especially when
she brags about how she seduced his dad.

"Mom, thank you for worrying about me, but I'm
fine. You have nothing to worry about," Murphy told her. "I
can be on my own. I don't need lots of friends or anything like
that." He then starts to eat the waffles.

His father then says "I think your mom is right
on this though," making his eyes go wide in surprise. Murphy
can't believe his dad would say that he needs to get out more. The
middle aged man is as much of an introvert as he is. "I missed a
lot of chances to make friends when I was your age. Don't make the
same mistakes as I did. It would be good for you to have some friends
you can still hang out with after it is all over."

Murphy sighs. "Thanks, but it won't be as
enjoyable for me, because I like it better when I'm alone," he
informed both of them. "I don't need a lot of other people in my
life. I like to read & study; and I enjoy movies & music.
That's all. Having some friends is only going to be a waste of my
time. A girlfriend is a completely different subject though. That I
won't mind having one, but it might be a long time before I can get
any." And then he went back to eating the waffles again, but
quickly now, wanting to get away from this conversation & get to
school ahead of time.

"Every introvert says that before they meet
someone," his mother said. "Take your dad, for example. He
was a total geek just like you. I mean, he still is a geek, but you
get my point." His father flushes slightly and Murphy snickered.
"I dropped several hints but he didn't think that a cheerleader
like me could want him, and failed to pick up on my subtle hints.
That's why I ended up slipping a sedative into his orange juice &
deflowered him. It was the perfect first date," she said to her
son with a smile, recalling that wonderful, distant memory.

Sometimes Murphy would let himself wonder if his mom
is a little insane or something to brag about raping his dad, but he
never asked her that. "That does sound very romantic," the
sardonic boy said with a roll of his eyes. "But I'm not going to
drug anyone like you drugged dad though. Guys get convicted of
felonies for that stuff. Plus, the idea of it just doesn't appeal to
me." He then quickly ate the rest of his waffles and waited for
his mom and dad to do the same, so that he could wash the dishes
before his mom drove him to school. She always dropped him off at
school on her way to work.

"Just remember what I said. Try not to be alone
all of the time," she said to him as he left the car and walked
up to the school building. Murphy has told her countless times that
he would try his best, and always did.

Does she worry that I’ll ‘Columbine’
my new school, he wondered?

It just never worked. A few girls at the old school
thought he was cute but didn't want to have any meaningful, long term
relationship with him. Two goth girls thought he was just a loser &
they wanted to fuck him once and then him throw away, like a used
Kleenex. That's actually what the second one said to him. Murphy
wanted to save himself for someone who saw him as more than that.
Murphy is very selective about all his relationships, but those
relationships have much deeper meaning to him than other teenagers
can appreciate.

He got to the library and sat down at a table by
himself. There, he pulled an old novel out from his backpack and then
started to read. It is a very interesting one, one that he's reread
several times already. Murphy just can't stop coming back to it. He
perused through the pages and hummed to himself, feeling content with
the peace and quiet of the library. He'd only been here a week but it
is already his favorite place in the school and the second place
doesn't even come close in his mind. Not by a long shot. There is
nowhere else he would rather spend time before morning classes start.

Suddenly, someone else sat down on the chair opposite
him. "Hey, cutie," the person said, making him look up in
surprise. No girl has ever called him a cutie before. Even the very
few ones who wanted to just hook up made it clear that he is below
them. He is even more surprised to see how beautiful the girl who
just called him cute, is. She is a very pretty black haired girl
named Rachel. Rachel is on the track and field team, and the school's
second fastest female sprinter, with a personal record of 13.94
seconds for the 100m sprint. She’s tall, athletically lean, and
looks more like a college girl than a high school senior.

"Uh, Hi!" he stammers out, still feeling
shaken by the beautiful girl who is now coyly batting her eyelashes
at him. He couldn't believe this. Murphy has been objectified before
a few times but this is the first time someone has ever looked at him
this way. "Your name is Rachel, right?" She nodded. "I'm
Murphy. I just moved to this town over summer break, so I haven't
gotten to talk with a lot of people yet. Would you mind showing me
around?" Murphy curses his talkative, trembling voice for making
him sound like an idiot in front of the raven-haired beauty.

Rachel giggled. "You don't need to try to flirt
with me. I'll do all the flirting" she told him boldly, and he
flushed. "I'll also treat you to dinner tonight, so just call
your parents and tell them that you have a date with one of the
hottest girls in school." Murphy was shocked by how bold she
was, but also can't help feeling a little turned on. He has always
secretly desired a dominant girl to tell him what to do. The way she
just told him he is going on a date with her instead of asking, is
just so hot.

He quickly yanked his phone out of his pocket and
called his mom to tell her a girl just asked him out. Murphy only had
to wait a few seconds before she excitedly told him to say ‘yes!”
The boy then switched his phone off and shyly told Rachel "Sure!
I'll go on the date with you." He then glanced aside and rubbed
the back of his neck, trying to hide his blushing face from her. His
cheeks burnt up, as red as a tomato now. He really can't hide it when
he is feeling shy or embarrassed, and he knows it.

"Baby, I wasn't asking," Rachel said. "My
best friend's father is a mob boss. I'd have gotten her to help me
force you to go out with me, if you said no." She then leaned
over and kissed him on the cheek before leaving the table. Murphy
just sat there, stunned at what just happened to him. This is crazy.
He has never experienced anything like this at his old school. A part
of him was slightly alarmed at how casually she said she could force
him to be with her, but then he dismisses it, thinking she was
joking.

During the homeroom class, he tried to focus on
reading but couldn't stop his mind from drifting to Rachel and her
smile. Her eyes mesmerized him and seemed to captivate his soul.
Murphy realized with a start that he has never been affected in this
way by any girl before. It's why he is still a virgin. That, and the
fact that no other girl had ever expressed genuine interest in him.
They all either saw him as a geek, the sort of guy you're just
friends with, or a guy to have a one night stand with. No one ever
asked, or rather, told him to go on a date with her.

At the end of the last class, Rachel walked him to
the parking lot, where her Porsche is parked. He gasped, making her
smirk as she opened the passenger-side door for him. Then she got
behind the steering wheel and told him to buckle up, before driving
off to a little restaurant not too far away. All the way there she
charmed Murphy with various anecdotes and continued to win him over
with her magnetic smile. He was dazzled by her soothing, honey-like
voice and found himself unable to look away. It also helps her that
she is wearing a tight T-shirt that shows off her toned arms. But
there was something else. Something; bewitching?

"I lift weights a lot," she said to him and
flexed her arm, showing off her firm muscles. He blushed, even more
smitten now when she gave him a very roguish smirk. She knew exactly
how to charm him and switched her cool charisma up to the maximum. It
is the first date that Murphy has ever been on in his entire life and
he found that it was far less scary than he thought it would be. All
he had to do is stay calm, listen to her talk and tell her about
himself. "What do you like doing in your spare time?"
Rachel asks him, interested.

"I like reading, some movies. I particularly
like science-fiction novels a lot," he told her, hoping she
wouldn't think he's a dork. He was relieved when she just smiled. "I
also go for hikes too, when I have time and want some fresh air, but
I’m not particularly ‘outdoorsy’. But now I think
I'll start going to your track practice and to watch you race. I've
been told you are the best sprinter here. Really can't wait to see
how fast you can go." At this she started chuckling and he
frowned with fear he’d said something wrong. "What is it?
Did I say something wrong?" Murphy asked her.

"Nothing," she assured him. "It's just
that there is another girl who is even faster than I am. She's the
one I told you about, whose dad is a mafia boss. I'll have to
introduce you to her later." This semester we’re just
informally practicing. Real varsity competition starts after the
holidays.

Rachel woke up feeling extremely happy, Monday
morning. It had been a few days since she and the new boy went out
together. He’s very cute and she feels that he might really be
the one for her, even though they've only been on two dates, the
first one being their dinner, last Friday, at the rustic restaurant.
The second being a trip to the cinema on Saturday. Now she was
thinking about where to go with him next. There were so many ideas
going through her head and she tried to come up with the best one.
She wants to get into his pants as quickly as possible, so somewhere
very romantic where she can woo him and seduce Murphy right out of
his clothes.

She was far more sexually experienced than her best
friend Sofia, who is still technically a virgin. Technically, since
even though she never had a cock in her pussy, Sofia has given
blowjobs to all five of her ex boyfriends. Her ex boyfriends were all
assholes she only dated to increase her popularity, as she told
Rachel several times.

Rachel always told Sofia that she didn't need to
rely on them for status, because Sofia is already very popular on her
own as captain of the track team and a very beautiful redhead. Both
of the girls were much more experienced than Murphy though, because
he never even got as far as holding hands before he met Rachel. The
girls had studied various arts of seduction since junior high, and
mastered many of them.

Eating breakfast alone on the back patio, a crazy old
idea suddenly occurred to Rachel. She found an empty water bottle and
then reached under her skirt and took her panties off. Then she took
off the cap &set it on the lawn, with her shaved pussy just above
it. Rachel then started urinating into the water bottle. She pissed
inside it, and then screwed the lid back on it tightly. Her face had
a devilish grin on it as she thought of what she just did and is now
about to do. If the old book of charms was true, it would be perfect.
Her innocent new boyfriend would never suspect a damn thing. Just
thinking of it made her cackle.

Then she went to her bathroom and quickly took a
shower. Her parents have already left for work so she jogged the 6
blocks to school like she and Sofia usually do. Sofia and Rachel have
been best friends since the age of eight. They have always been as
thick as thieves & nearly inseparable. Sofia's dad is a ruthless
mobster and the only person he cares about, other than his wife and 2
children, is Rachel, since she is his oldest child's best friend.

When Sofia arrived at school, Murphy was already
there, getting a book from his locker. Seeing his girlfriend, Murphy
gave her a brilliant smile with slightly tinged cheeks. "Hey,
baby," he said to her. and puckered his lips, and Rachel leans
in to peck him gently. He beamed and she was lost in his cuteness.
The boy is so damn adorable and she can't help it. She has never seen
a boy this cute before. It's not really his face but also the way he
acts, his expressions and body language. Such innocence on a guy is
rare.

"I got you something," she said to him as
she handed him the water bottle. "It's a special tea. I made it
myself." The second part is true, at least. She could feel her
panties getting damp as she anticipated about what she was going to
see in just a few seconds, now. "Why don't you drink it now and
tell me what you think of it, honey?" Her eyes looked so
innocent that no one would suspect anything, even if they were told
what she is capable of. She has gotten away with a lot of pranks in
the past due to her innocent looks.

"Sure, baby!" Murphy replied and then
removed the cap. It smelled a bit putrid since it is literally fresh
piss, but he didn't know that. He drank it and was surprised by how
salty it is, but since he is no expert on tea, he assumed that there
is a blend of tea which is this salty. It did taste pretty good to
him though. He smiled at her brightly. "I love it," he says
to her. Rachel smiled, inwardly giggling at how fun it is, duping her
adorable boyfriend into swallowing her pheromone-rich piss. "This
is really delicious. What blend is it, Rachel?"

Rachel could barely keep a straight face when she
says "That's an old secret, honey. I don't want you getting it
from anyone but me." He raised his eyebrows at this but didn't
say anything else as the two headed off to their homeroom classes. He
did feel that it tastes weird but it's still delicious to Murphy. He
took a couple more sips and Rachel had to try to contain her giggles.
She couldn't believe he is so easy to fool. Oh this is going to be a
very fun day, for her at least. "I'll make you more whenever you
want, baby."

"Thanks, Rachel," he said sweetly, and the
two of them part for separate homerooms. Rachel grinned to herself
and walked towards her own homeroom, where she spent the next 20
minutes grinning like a mad cat. This is easily the best day of her
life, so far. It is even better than the time she got gang-banged for
the first time on the day after her 18th birthday, and that was
really awesome, with getting a cum-shower at the very end. It was
just perfect.

In her first period after homeroom, she saw Sofia
walking in. The redhead is a little bit taller, but has a more
perfect ass than Rachel and any other girl in the school. Her thighs
are also very powerful. Sofia is the fastest girl on the track and
field team, holding the school record of 12.61 seconds. She is also
very talented at sucking cocks. All her ex boyfriends were very
satisfied, but she wasn't, not because they were lacking in the sex
department but since they were all jerks, whose only use was to make
her look good when out with them.

"Hey! What's up?" Sofia asked her best
friend and gives her a hug. Sofia is not only a great athlete but she
possesses the rare power of telepathy as well. Since junior high, she
has been able to read other people's thoughts and, with practice,
influence their feelings. But the girl doesn't like to use these
powers very much, since they make her feel like she is violating
other people's privacy. No one knows about her abilities, since she
fears being thought of as a freak. The girl wanted a life as normal
as possible, which is already hard enough with her dad and brother
being gangsters. No need to draw more attention with her psychic
abilities.

"Well,” Rachel coyly said; “I met
this really cute guy a few days ago," Rachel began. Sofia smiled
and prompted her to go on. "He's really adorable! I'm not going
to introduce him to you though since I'm afraid you might want to
suck his dick. You enjoy seducing guys by sucking cocks, don't you?"
Sofia just smirked at her friend shamelessly. Rachel knew about all
five guys she dated. Sofia also gave blowjobs to several college boys
during last summer, and Rachel knew that, too. The ginger loved
nothing more than feeling an expanding cock, then ejaculate in her
mouth and down her throat. It empowered her because it makes a guy
want nothing more than more and more of her. She has yet to try real
sex though, and her cunt is still untouched. By keeping her cunt out
of their reach, She makes them want her even more.

Sofia normally doesn't like using her telepathy
powers but right now she is very curious, probing into her friend's
mind. The gangster's daughter nearly gasped when she conjurred the
shy boy with a coquettish grin on his innocent face. ‘He really
is adorable,’ she thought to herself. Then Sofia went in deeper
and was shocked to see Rachel pissing inside a water bottle, and
giving that bottle to the same boy.

"So what's his name?" she asked, not
wanting to seem suspicious. She might have never told Rachel about
the powers she was gifted with, but Rachel isn't dumb. She might
figure it out one day.

32 min
October 13 Neighbor's Juicy Daughter: Part 2
Neighbor’s Juicy Daughter: Part 2.
The new neighbor girl takes an interest in me.
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I handed the phone to the sleepy girl sprawled against me. "Hey
Mom." Summer yawned, voice fogged with blissful satisfaction. I
could still hear Sheila on the other end. "Sweetie I'm so sorry,
but I have to work late. I miss you. Is it okay if James takes care
of you tonight?"
"Sure Mom, that's fine. He's such a fine man, momma."
"Are you two having fun?" Sheila asked.
"Yeah. We watched a porno and he got me off with his
fingers."
Oh Shit! My brain exploded into desperate panic. Did she just tell
her mom what happened? I was fucking Dead! "James? James?"
Summer was holding the phone to my ear. "Are you there?"
The world spun dizzily around me. "Yeah."
"I'm glad you guys are getting along. Thanks for taking her
for the night. Listen, if you want to, you can put it inside her."
"Put; put what inside her?"
"Jeez James; put your cock inside her lovely pussy. Maybe
push it in and out a few times. You might like it. It's called
fucking. Have you heard of it?" Laughter from the other end. Did
she just give her blessing for me to fuck her daughter?
"Are; are you serious Sheila?"
"Of course. Look I've seen you through the bathroom window.
You're pretty big but you're about the size of my last boyfriend and
he could fit. Just take it easy on the rough stuff okay? I won't let
her have sex with punks who don't know how to care for a woman's
needs. But you are the kind of man who she will be safe with. But hit
the bed soon and don't keep her up too late. She has to sleep
sometime."
"Okay."
"Great. Okay you two have fun. I've gotta get back to work.
Thanks again." The phone went dead and I tossed it onto the
cushions. Summer was squirming against my chest.
"Touch me," she murmured.
Jeez, 18-year-old girls got straight to the point. I let my hands
snake under the blanket and rub gentle circles on hersmooth tummy and
ass. Summer writhed her back in slow motions against my chest,
mewling quietly as a warm flush moved up her neck.
"Want to go to the bedroom?" I asked.
"Sure," she nodded.
In one smooth motion I scooped the little girl into my arms and
leaped to my feet.
Summer giggled, wiggling in the blanket that swaddled her, kicking
her feet playfully as I carried her down the hallway.
I pulled back the covers of my bed and let Summer topple out of
the blanket onto the bedding, laughing as she landed on her side and
rolled onto her back. My cock ached painfully against the fabric of
my pants as I took in the sight of the teenage girl , shirt pulled up
above her nipples and the hairless little cleft peeping out from the
tangle of her blue skirt. She was so sweet, beaming up at me with a
mixed expression of trust and hunger and a concealed uncertainty as
she eyeballed the swelling lump at my crotch.
I pulled the shirt up over her waiting arms, and then tugged her
skirt down, past the wiggling hips and down the slender legs,
catching briefly on her toes. I threw it aside and ran my hands over
her hips and legs, rubbing the smooth skin like silk under my
fingers. Summer stretched her arms on the bed and bit her lip, lying
naked as the day she was born, her curvy little body offered up like
a treat to the man looming above her.
I pushed my pants down and
kicked them aside, manhood springing free like an escaped prisoner,
then crawled up on the bed to straddle her. My fingertips skimmed up
her thighs, then grabbed and pulled her legs apart, hungry for the
nectar that lurked in the pink folds between the little girl's
thighs. Summer seemed to sink into the mattress under me, dwarfed by
the full-grown man on top of her, locked in place by the muscled
thighs rubbing her waist. I pulled her closer.
My cock bounced
and landed with a meaty thump on her mound, just above the waiting
slit that still leaked with juices. Gasping at the contact, she
looked down at the engorged organ primed below her belly, bulging red
with desire and tickling her navel, tip dribbling with precum that
filled the little pool until it overflowed onto her stomach.
My
cock descended and my cock head found her pussy, brushing against the
soft rims until they parted and I tasted the moist excitement
underneath. I tweaked her nipples and ran my hands slowly down her
belly, hands curving out to her sides, feeling the soft curves of
skin that trembled under my fingers. The little woman was all eager
energy, lips pressing back hungrily against mine, pelvis twitching
under the arc of my legs, begging for the penis rubbing just above
the moist lips of her pussy.
I reached down and wrapped fingers around my base, steadying my
phallus to line up with the puffy lips, plugging the head at the
entrance to the tiny gap between them. Wet heat tickled the rim of my
cock, and I pushed forward, squeezing myself into the narrow tunnel
of the little debutante.
Summer moaned and threw her head back against the pillow as the
cock head split her little cunny lips wide open and prodded inside.
God, her little pussy was so tight! I stuffed a few more inches of my
girth inside, relishing the feel of the muscles sucking at my
intruding meat, pulling it deeper into the tunnel as if desperate to
have the thick penis of a grown man buried inside the girl where it
belonged.
Summer writhed under me, brown hair rustling the sheets, cooing
with pleasure as I stuffed my cock inside her. Her eyes were fixed,
bulging, on the sight of her shiny cunt lips wrapped obscenely around
the wide shaft of firm flesh entering her. I pulled back against the
suction and pushed in again, cramming myself another inch deeper into
the squeezing heat, twisting the peaks of her erect nipples as I went
until her eyes closed and her neck arched back, throat muscles locked
around a long, rumbling groan.
I shoved in, then pulled back
until my mushroom hovered just below her lips, and plunged again,
thighs slapping against hers as I built into a bucking rhythm that
pushed deeper and deeper until all 8 inches of rigid flesh were
pistoning between the pink folds and squeezing up into the vixen's
belly to bang on her cervix at the end. Summer was a twisting form
under me, porcelain body vibrating on a bed of long brown hair and
squealing wordless cries of pleasure.
I planted my hands on the bed and hammered the debutante against
the pillow, hips jerking in a rhythm of long strokes that slapped my
balls against her ass, grunting in shared ecstasy as our panting
mounted into heated cries, bodies locked together in racing desire.
A warm buzzing began in my groin, swelling through the muscles of
my pelvis in a rising current, fed by the energy of each eager
penetration into the tiny body howling beneath me. My hands held her
arms down, holding her still as she jerked in orgasm, and I hammered
the last few thrusts into the tiny pussy and exploded inside her.
Our bodies convulsed. I collapsed against Summer's tiny frame,
enveloping her underneath me as our chests rubbed slick sweat onto
each other and my cock surged like a fire hose, blasting cum up into
the little pussy wrapped around it. Brain spinning in dizzy ecstasy,
my body shook, crushing her beneath me as I filled her with sticky
juice, patting her hair and kissing her forehead as she thrummed
happily with her own climax. My shudders finally stopped, receding
like distant waves, and I pulled up so she could breath.
My
cock popped regretfully out of the warm haven of her cunt, spilling a
small flood of mixed cum and pussy juices that leaked down onto the
fleece of the Hello Kitty blanket. I rolled off and let Summer cuddle
up to my chest, hugging me happily, face beaming with the fresh
just-fucked smile that looks so good on teen vixens.
I'm not sure how long I held her against me, fingers stroking her
back and hips, before the phone rang. I rolled over to answer it.
"Hey James, I just got home. We had another girl come in so I
was able to leave. I'm coming over to get Summer. If you guys aren't
too busy, that is."
I swore I could hear the smirk in her voice. "Sure um; yeah."
I looked at Summer, drowsing with her eyes closed on the bed, sperm
leaking from her crack. "Come on over." Somehow I got the
yawning girl to sit upright. She giggled, pretending to resist as I
pulled her pajamas on and got her to stand up for her sandals. Her
crotch was a mess, fluid dripping down her legs.
The doorbell rang. Shit. Summer seemed amused at my panicked
actions, stifling another yawn with her hands as I grabbed her things
and began to stuff them in her overnight bag.
The doorbell rang again. Shit. Her blanket had several deposits of
obvious goop on it. I rolled it up tight and stuffed it down at the
bottom of the bag, then hauled Summer to the door. Her hair was a
mess and her pajama pants were twisted to the side, at the waist, and
I tried not to think of the trickles of semen winding their way down
her thighs. I pulled open the door.
"Hi James." Sheila had been reaching for the doorbell
again.
My jaw dropped open in shock. She was stunning, face made up with
pink lipstick and her hair bouncing in shining curls. She must have
come right over, not even bothering to change out of the lacy bra and
garters that she wore for work. The tanned skin and hourglass figure
captured my eyes as she leaned to the side, to hug her daughter, and
the similarities were obvious. Summer would look just like her mother
when she fully matured.
"Thanks so much, James. We really appreciate it." Sheila
tousled her daughter's hair affectionately.
"Come on honey, let's go to bed." She led her daughter
back to her house by the hand, giving me a lovely view of her bare
ass cheeks in the porch light.
Summer was cum-drunk and blissfully grinning.
Tight and
round, the asses jiggled slightly as the mother and daughter walked,
unhampered by the tiny strap of string bikini that ran down the cleft
between them.
My stare followed them, mesmerized at the sight of the luscious
woman and her cum-filled daughter walking across the grass. An urgent
tightness was growing in my pants again, cock rising from the dead,
pointing at the pair of girls like a dowsing rod as they went in
their house. Then I was alone, staring like an idiot, moths flying in
the open doorway. I closed it and went to bed.
I had slept
well into the afternoon, dreams filled with visions of sweet girls
being bent over and stuffed full of cocks until their bellies bulged
with semen. A dim haze still lingered over the world as I sat on my
couch, trying to drive away the grogginess with a third cup of
coffee, at 2 in the afternoon. The memory of my thumping cock gushing
sticky juice into the deep end of Summer's tight pink pussy kept
crashing into my thoughts, scattering them like autumn leaves. I
thought I was still dreaming when I saw Sheila through the side
window, crossing my yard to buzz the doorbell.
"Hey there James." Sheila's admiring smile was a
sunburst on a cloudy day, the kind of warm invitation that could
capture a man's heart or break it in two, effortlessly.
"Hi Sheila." I tried to keep my eyeballs at a polite
height, but they wiggled down her body on their own, admiring the
fringed red crop-top and dropping past her muscled stomach to the
jogging shorts that hugged the athletic curves of her hips.
"I'm glad you're home today, James. Listen, do you want to
come over for a bit?" She cocked her head invitingly.
"You've helped me out twice now and I wanted to say thank you
in person.” I might have stood there forever, staring at her
hips and the shapely tits under the drape of her top, but a synapse
finally fired somewhere in the back of my brain and I shook off the
paralysis.
"I'd love to." I let the storm door shut behind me and
followed her across the lawn to her house.
"Work's been absolutely killer," she said, inviting me
in the door with a wave. "I thought I was sunk when the other
girls quit. I mean, I could take Summer to work. The other girls
absolutely adore her. But somebody would probably harass her sooner
or later."
"Yeah. Glad I could help." I looked around the living
room, admiring the cutesy decorations. Her house was small, like
mine, but the girlish lights and pink love seat gave it a cozy
atmosphere.
"It's rough, you know?" She poured two glasses of wine
and handed one to me, at the kitchen counter.
"Moving to a new neighborhood, no friends for us, nobody to
look after Summer." She sat down on the love seat and beckoned
me to join her.
"I can imagine. " I sipped my wine and tried not to
stare at her tits.
"Little girls can be a handful." She laughed richly.
"Summer's a sweet girl. She doesn't make any trouble. We're
very close." She winked at me and drained her wine glass. "We
do pretty much everything together."
I mulled that over as I emptied my glass.
"I've had to work more this year, and I don't get to see as
much of my daughter as I used to," she sighed. "I want to
cut my hours at the club, but the bills would quickly pile up."
"I know the feeling." I murmured, looking around her
living room again. "It's hard to get ahead. Still, you seem to
have done well enough for yourself."
"I suppose so." She cocked her head at me, smiling
coyly, letting her curls cascade down her shoulder. "Stripping
pays pretty well. But I don't usually get to socialize with the
general public, like joining the PTA or attending church. So I love
to make our home very livable. Here, let me show you around."
It
barely took a minute. The kitchen and living room were tidy, but I
barely spared them a glance. Every time Sheila turned around I
couldn't keep my eyes from squirming up and down her body, from the
sexy top down the graceful curve of her naked back to the firm ass
cheeks straining against the black shorts. She was exquisite, with
friendly eyes and a dazzling smile, her body athletic and tanned like
a sculpture come to life. I had never met such an amazing woman. And
she looked young; I pegged her at about 30, but I couldn't make the
math add up.
"Not much to show," Sheila laughed. "It's as small
as your place. That's the laundry over there, and this is the
bedroom."
"Oh." I was impressed by the lighting and the ceiling
mirrors. As we entered the room, a sultry romantic instrumental
background tune could be heard filling the room's atmosphere.
A few shirts hung out of the dresser drawer and a pair of pink
socks kept vigil by the single large bed. Draped cloth near the
ceiling turned the dim lights an alluring shade of red and gave the
space a snug feeling.
“So,” Sheila began; “What's your story, James.
There are very few good men like you available. Why aren't you
married and raised 6 kids?”
“ I've had a few relationships, but sadly, either careers or
competitors took them from me. My work travel became my therapy
broken heart. Now it's a barrier, keeping me away from the singles
scene.” Then James added; “I really wish I had someone to
come home to.”
Feeling a bit vulnerable, I redirected the topic;" I love the
lighting accents. It's nice. It turns a common room into an
experience."
"Yeah. It is nice." She said as she took my empty wine
glass and set it with hers, on her bedroom dresser. The she reached
out a hand and pushed me squarely in the chest, sending me sprawling
onto my back on the bed.
"I uh; um; " Words babbled stupidly from my mouth as
Sheila straddled me.
"Shush." She grinned seductively, laying a finger on my
lips. "Let a girl show how much she appreciates a guy."
Rubbing her body against my legs, she slowly dropped to her knees on
the carpet, brushing the lump in my jeans with her hand.
I jumped reflexively when she pulled down my zipper and fished
inside, wrapping her fingers around my cock, finding it already
swollen with excitement. "Hmm," she rumbled seductively.
"So this is what it looks like up close." She bent down and
kissed the tip, lovingly; flaring her nostrils and parting her lips
for a brief taste of the crown. "Nice."
My body
shivered, melting on the bed as I surrendered to the captivating feel
of Sheila's expert fingers on my cock shaft. She licked my glans like
a lollipop and then swallowed the head into her mouth to moisten the
whole thing, sucking for a moment until she let me go with a wet pop.
"Ah." Sultry breath washed in a hot wave down my girth.
"So this is what was in my daughter. It still has her scent."
Sheila worked her tongue, adding more juice to the end, then licked
her way down the shaft until my cock was glistening with a light
sheen.
She smacked her lips, looking up at me as she pulled back her
hair, and then a steamy pocket engulfed me as she took me inside. My
fingers curled into the cushions, knuckles turning white as Sheila
began to bob her head, showing her affection to the rigid cock in her
mouth. Saliva ran in slurping rivulets from her lips, oozing down
from the underside of my shaft to pool on the bedding. Her jaw
stretched wider, lips writhing hungrily over the veiny flesh as she
fit another couple of inches inside. A pad of warm friction worked in
loving swipes under the aching flesh, tongue gliding along the stiff
surface, welcoming it into her mouth with gentle laps on the
in-stroke and squeezing it with a tearful goodbye as it departed,
flicking the urethra teasingly before starting again.
Black curls danced a hungry rhythm on her shoulders as her nose
ducked closer and closer to my base, and then my tip bumped up
against a soft resistance: I had reached the back of her throat.
She
held me there, vibrating her mouth with a low moan that buzzed its
way up my cock in ecstatic oscillations.
I was panting wildly already, cock swelling up to the verge of
explosion, and Sheila ran her tongue over me one last time and popped
off the end.
"God, you're a lot bigger than I expected, when you're hard.
How did you even fit inside Summer's pussy?" She buried her nose
against my cock and flared her nostrils, inhaling the musky scent,
then kissed the end. "Don't worry though, I can make you fit
anywhere." She let me go just long enough to reach behind her
back and untie her halter top. The hanging cloth floated to the
ground like light silk, and I stared at Sheila's beautiful tits:
perfectly tanned, light and round, with small nipples peeking
slightly upward from the center of a pair of C cups. She was 100%
natural, with perfect symmetry and a bit of pendulous sway. Even for
a stripper, she didn't need the help. Any man would give his left nut
to cup those globes in his hands. Slime squished between her fingers
as she wrapped them around me and stroked downwards in double fists.
My cock swelled up like a balloon about to pop in her hand, and
she opened up and stuffed her mouth full of it again. The gripping
slide of Sheila's mouth on my cock had boiled my brain so much that I
almost didn't hear the front door open.
Shit, was school out already? "Hi mom. Hi James" Summer
waved at me from the bedroom doorway, nonchalant at the sight of her
mother kneeling against the bed with a man's cock crammed in her
mouth up to the balls. Sheila pulled her head up in a slow motion
until my meat popped out and waved in the air, dripping with gooey
saliva. "Hi honey." Sheila turned around, not bothering to
wipe the spittle dribbling from her mouth. "How was school?"
"It was okay, I guess.
I walked home with Eve."
Summer watched my cock wave in the air as she dropped her pack on the
floor and reached back to pull the scrunchy off her ponytail.
"Good. It's pretty hot outside honey. Why don't you take a
shower while I finish
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October 13 Fever In The Cabin
Fever In The Cabin
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Rolling in the Leaves
I have always loved fall, the colors, Halloween and the
comfortable temperatures, but now I have a new reason to love Autumn. I
started seeing this girl at the end of July, and we just clicked, everything in
her personality was just what I wanted and needed. Mel is a gentle soul,
loving, caring, and very beautiful. We ve been dating now for a few
months and things have been going great between us, we always have a great time
when were together, whether it is going out to concerts or a movie, or staying
in and watching TV together, she is just a pleasure to be with.
Once the
end of September hit, I told Mel that I loved fall, it is my favorite time of
year, she agreed and we made weekend plans to Vermont to see the foliage up in
the mountains. We rented a little cabin in the woods a little out of the
way. When we arrived it was early evening almost sundown, so we made our
way into the cabin, I lit a fire and we ate dinner. Meliana said she was
tired and we should get some sleep, tomorrow we hike!! We laid together
arm and arm for the whole rest of the night, we huddled close together to stay
warm. I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and oatmeal, let s
start our day off right, Mel said as we kissed and I sat down to eat. We
made small talk over breakfast talking about where we wanted to go on our
hiking adventure, how nice it was to be away from the business of our lives,
our jobs. We finished up, got all dressed for our hike and started out
the door. The colors and the cooler temperatures greeted us as we walked
out onto the small porch and down the steps. We held hands as we walked
down the path through the woods, we talked about everything, and then the talk
turned to sex. It was all about our fantasies, our first times, our best
times, things we ve never had a chance to do, things we tried, Mel glanced over
at me and asked me, ever done it in the woods in a pile of leaves? I
smiled at her, no, never did that! We walked about ten more steps when she
noticed a little clearing beyond the trees where we were, come on, mows your
chance! I followed her as quickly as I could, she was removing her coat, her
sweater, and I noticed, no bra, I think she had something planned
already. I collected her clothes as I followed behind her. When she got
to the clearing, she removed her boots, and then her jeans, yup, no panties, I
think she planned something. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me
very passionately, as my hands caressed her back and down to her bared
ass. She made her way over to a small pile of leaves and sat down facing
away from me, she grabbed two handfuls of leaves and threw them in the air
above her, falling down into her hair, grabbed two handfuls of leaves and threw
them in the air above her, falling down into her hair, she continued this
again, looked at me, smiled at me, and said, come on babe, live a
little! I went over to her and joined her in the pile, she said un-uh,
remove those clothes, if you're not naked, then you don't play in these
leaves!
I couldn't really argue, so I removed my coat and my
shirt, my boots, and then my pants, I left my underwear on, and she grabbed me
by the arms, and pulled me down into the leaves, she grabbed at my boxers and
tore them down my legs. She smiled at me and then moved her hand back and
forth on my tool, making him come to life. She continued to play with me,
sliding her fingers up and down my shaft, as it became harder and harder.
She grabbed my shaft tightly and told me that it belongs to her, and there
wasn't anything that I could do about that.
Looks tasty, she smiled as she slowly dropped her
mouth onto my erection. She still held me firm in her hands as she kissed
the top and swirled her tongue around the little slit that craved her
attention. Her mouth was working full time on me, as her hand still
firmly grasped it so that it wouldn't move. I reached for her and
caressed her legs and I was on my way to her privates when she slapped my hand
away with her free hand. I tried again, she released my erection from her
lips, nope, my fantasy, my rules. she smiled and then took me in her mouth
again.
I continued to caress her upper thighs, but whenever I
started to slide my hand too far up her legs, I was swatted and she would stop
what she is doing for a second and flash me an un-approving stare. She
was driving me insane, I wanted nothing more but to take her and throw her down
on the pile and ravish her naked body, but she was in control, and I secretly
liked it that way. She continued sliding her mouth up and down on my
throbbing member, her tight grip at the base would loosen, and then tighten
right back up again. I just laid on my back, letting her do what she
wanted as I watched leaves fall to the ground around us.
I could feel myself approaching that point where I
would be erupting, you better stop now, I said to warn her, but she just
intensified, her grip on the base of my cock grew tighter and her mouth slid
faster up and down on my. I was almost there, right on the edge, when she
removed her mouth, smiled at me, don't you dare, you are nowhere near being
done! she released her grip, and laid down next to me, my hands were finally
able to touch her and I wasted no time. I moved above her, sliding
my hands down her neck, chests, playing with her nipples as they travelled down
her body. I slid my hands between her legs, and she shivered.
My fingers touched gently her lips and she moaned a
little. My hands spread her legs apart gently and slid up her inner
thighs, she was getting excited as my fingers reached her special core.
She was soaked with excitement as I easily spread her lips with my finger, her
hands slid up my arms and grabbed hard into the skin of my forearm, she has got
one hell of a grip as I knew from minutes ago. I slowly brought my
fingers to the inside of her cunt and tickled at her clit, I brought my mouth
down and kissed her stomach and made my way, dragging my tongue down
below.
My tongue slid down to her pubic hair and then down even
lower, sliding between the folds, she let out a groan, encouraging me to
continue. I parted her lips with my fingertips and slid my tongue inside
of her as far as I could reach, her hands grabbed the back of my head and I
stopped, swatted them away, un-uh she moved her hands away and I started
again, I repeated the process every time, she grabbed my head, she eventually
got the idea and left me to please her the way I wanted to, which was slowly
and deliberate, I was going to make her get to the edge then I would stop, just
like she did with me. I was really enjoying the sounds of nature as it
intertwined with her groaning.
I would like her, enter her, lick her some more and then
reach as far inside as I could, Mel was moaning, groaning, and then panting,
and every time I felt her breathing get really rushed, I would slow it down and
just kiss her pubic mound. She was getting closer and closer, and I would
ease up, my fingers would enter her as I sucked on her button, my fingers would
move fast, I would suck harder, I would slow my hands, I would just gently kiss
her clit. Oh Baby, please let me finish, she panted. nope,
nowhere near being done! I trailed kisses up from between her legs , I stopped
by her belly button to swirl my tongue inside, moved my way up to her nipples and
swirled my tongue on first one and then the other, I kissed my way up to her
neck and then to her mouth. She kissed me very passionately again, she
tasted her own excitement on my tongue and groaned as I slowly moved my
erection towards her moistness.
Please, baby, enter me, she said breathlessly as I slid my
erection inside her warmth. She tilted her head back into the leaves and
we finally succumbed to the feeling of being as one. I slid inside and
stayed motionless for a few seconds as we enjoyed the feelings down
below. Meliana, reached down and grabbed my bare ass and pulled me into
her as she spread her legs open as far as she could. I entered her with
powerful thrusts that made her moan with each one. We both enjoyed the feelings
of desperation and urgency to finish what we started, each of us thrived on
playing the submissive, but now it was time to make her explode. My
thrusts became more and more intense, harder and harder I thrusted deep inside
of her. I was on a mission, and she was getting closer, I could tell she
was right on the edge, panting, breathing heavy.
I stopped thrusting and took my erection out of her, her
eyes flew open, get on top of me Mel! I rolled over and she jumped on, I have
never seen her move so fast before, her hand grabbed my erection harder that
she did earlier and she plunger herself down around me. She was a woman
possessed, her body slid up and down my erection hard, with the slaps from our
bodies echoing through the woods. Her head and her body arched back as
she continued to jump up and down on my erection, she moaned and groaned as she
got closer to finishing. I reached up and grabbed her breasts and played
with the nipples bouncing in front of me. I pinched her nipples as hard
as I could as she screamed out and her body went rigid. She refused to
move as her body was enjoying the release.
She finally collapsed on top of me and kissed me
again. My erection was still inside of her as she slowly moved around,
she faced away from me and slid her hips back and forth, grinding herself
against me. She leaned forward and slid back and forth, forcing my
erection in positions inside of her that he has never felt. She moved her
hips and the head of my stiffness felt like it hit bottom, she moaned and she
moved faster and faster in that position. My erection was actually
becoming harder as she continued to move, I felt myself getting closer to
finishing as she slid her hips back and forth, and every time the head hit
bottom, she would scream a little more. I grabbed her ass cheeks and kept
her moving faster and faster, she screamed louder and louder.
I was almost there, the feeling was getting stronger
and stronger, I was about to explode deep inside of her, and she reached down
with her hand and grabbed my testicles and squeezed, I came so hard inside of
her that I never thought I would stop. She slowly moved back and forth
until she finally released my softening member from her grip. She laid
down next to me and we kissed. After a few moments, we just put our boots
on, grabbed our clothes and headed back to the cabin. Two streakers in
the woods.
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Hot and Cold!
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My girlfriend Tammy and I decided we needed a weekend away
from everything. Somewhere there was no jobs, no pressures, just
us. We decided that we were going to go up north in the middle of
February, kind of a drastic change in weather for us. But there, we had
no reminders of the pressures of our everyday lives, no chance of running into
someone who reminds us of all of that stress. So we packed the car and
headed north to a little bed and breakfast in Vermont.
We couldn't wait to get away from it all, and before
you knew it we were there. We loved the little room we stayed in, nice
fireplace, kitchen, and a gorgeous private balcony. Still very tired from
the long drive, we decided to catch a little cat nap before we went out for the
night. I woke to Tammy calling my name, trying to adjust my eyes to find
where she was, I heard her calling me again. I walked through our room,
only to find her, wearing only a turtle neck sweater, with nothing else
on. She waited by the sliding glass doors that went out to our
patio. Come here baby, let's go outside.
February in Vermont, snow on the trees, and my
girlfriend with only a sweater on, you know I went willingly. We braced
ourselves as we felt the rush of the cold when Tammy opened the door. The
contrast raced shivers up our spines as we wiped the patio furniture free from
the snow. Tammy stood there, looking sexy as hell with the scenery and I
was transfixed by the setting. Tammy told me, Sit down baby, I ve been
planning this since I saw the brochure for this room.
She posed as I sat down on the freezing furniture in
just my boxers. My thoughts a contrast, I wish she'd hurry up, it's ice
cold out here, and I wish she would just take her time, I know this is going to
be great. She kind of read my mind, or maybe she was cold too, but she
came over to me and kissed me hard. The kind of kiss that means, this is
going to be incredible. Tammy dropped to her knees in front of me,
gasping at the coldness of the deck, I bet she wished she had a blanket
underneath her. She looked at me, smiled and said I love you baby!
She grabbed hold of my boxers and fished around until
she found my stiffening package. Her hands helped bring it to life, she
moved me around until I was poking through the hole in my shorts. The
contrast of the coldness of the early evening and the heat of her hands was a
new sensation that was really starting to affect me. She moved her hands
up and down my now completely solid rod as she smiled that wicked little grin
that tells me she's enjoying herself and things are about to get wild. I
smiled back as she opened her mouth and engulfed me, warming me with her
saliva.
I felt the cold every time she would go up and the
warmth came right back when she went down. It was incredible, the feeling
of warmth, then cold, then warmth, Oh my! She looked up at me, even
with my stiffness in her mouth, I could tell she smiled at me. I think
Tammy realized what she was doing to me, and that I wouldn't be able to handle
much more of this, she looked at me again, briefly broke the connection between
her mouth and my erection, I hope you are going to be able to do me, because I
am dripping wet and freezing.
She released me, rose above me, spread her legs around
me and I once again was plummeted into warmth. Ah! Now that's much
better she said. She just sat there impaled on my erection for
what seemed to be an eternity, then I felt a stirring down below, she was
flexing her inner muscles, not a lot, just enough to feel pleasure. She
smiled at me once again that wicked little grin of hers and she started to move
with a passion that I have seen only a few times. She rose of off me, and
dropped herself back down, she put her arms around my hips and just started
bouncing up and down, driving me deeper inside of her. She would speed
her thrusts and then slow them so I could feel every inch of her body as she
slowly withdrew herself off of me, then plop right back down. Every
upstroke, I felt the coldness, every down stroke I felt the heat, it was truly
amazing, the difference between the two was driving me insane. I grabbed
her by both of her ass cheeks, lifted her up, turned around and laid her on the
snow covered patio table.
She gasped at the cold, but didn't complain as I
pumped into her. I tried to do the same to her as she had done to me,
first fast, then slow. I thrust hard and fast, and then slow and steady,
she felt incredible, she threw her head back and forth and then started to
shake uncontrollably. Tammy is normally pretty quiet in bed, but this was
no bed and she was not quiet, she screamed out her orgasm loudly, as it echoed
off of the mountains.
The whole scene was amazing as I quickened my pace, so
that I can finish as well. I plunged deep inside of her, faster, faster,
harder, harder, she threw her head back again as I was just starting to feel
that sensation that meant an eruption was coming. She squealed loudly
again, just as I squirted my seed inside of her. I could see the
disappointed look on her face, as I slipped out of her, but then she realized,
wow, it's really freezing out here.
We went inside, she removed her cold sweater and we
sat naked by the fire for about an hour, until we got the feeling again and
made love in front of the fire. It was amazing the feeling of making love
in the snow, then into the heat of the fireplace, this is one weekend, we will
have to re-live over and over.
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Ester smiled then.
"Have you not seen the crack in the wall that separates
our bedrooms?"
I had been found out not because of my handkerchief. A crack
in the wall had exposed what I had done. There was no other course than to
admit it.
"You have watched me through that crack?"
Ester nodded.
"Nearly every night, though last night was the first
time I saw you in such a state. It was quite a wonder to me, for it was the first
time I have seen a man do such a thing. Do you do it often?"
I hung my head then, for the difference in our ages and
Ester's tone of voice reminded me of speaking with my mother.
"Yes, nearly every night; in the privy. Last night I
was aroused to such a state I could not stop myself."
Ester crossed the space between us and stroked my back.
"It is not a thing to be ashamed of, Johnathan. Ginny
said all men do it when they do not have a woman to receive their seed. Would
it not be a greater relief were you to have a woman who would do so? I only ask
because I have never been such a woman so I do not know. If you have been with
a woman, please tell me the truth of my supposition."
It seemed to me that our conversation had led me into yet
another situation from which I could not escape. I did not know in what
direction our conversation would next go, but I thought I must answer Ester
with the truth.
"Yes, I have been with a woman, and yes, it is very
much more of a pleasure."
Ester stroked my back again.
"Tell me, Johnathan, did you cause this woman to also
have pleasure?"
I allowed that I believed I had. Ester's next words were
spoken in a lower, softer tone.
"How did you know she enjoyed the experience?"
I thought perhaps I could end Ester's questions with my
answer.
"Judging by the sounds I heard coming from your bedroom
last night, I would think you are well aware of how a woman acts when she is
enjoying the pleasure of passion."
Ester did not even pause before she spoke again in the same
soft voice.
"I intended for you to hear me, for there was a reason.
I have been with one man, years and years ago, and it was not a pleasure at
all. Ginny told me that was because the first time there is always pain, but I
was fearful of attracting a man that the same might be the case. Since I have
never repeated the act, I know how I feel when I relieve my urges, but not how
it feels when a man does the same for me.
"Now that I have grown older, I wonder if the man was
merely unskilled in the ways of women. I would answer that question were I to
find a man who is willing to show me. My hopes were that you would be that man,
but until last night I did not know if you had the same urges or not. At this
moment, I fear I may be too old for you to help me determine the answer."
Upon Ester relating her experience with one man, I thought
of her as a women in some distress rather than as a woman speaking to me as had
my mother. I did sympathize with her plight, for I too had been in the same
condition before Estelle taught me. Had Estelle not taught me so well, I should
have most likely continued making trips to the privy when the urge struck me.
Those sympathetic feelings caused me to rationalize. Would
it not be a lacking in my character not to pass on my knowledge? After all, was
that not what Estelle had done; passed on knowledge to me that I might
understand the ways coupling could be so enjoyable for both?
I smiled at Ester as I gently stroked her breast through her
bodice.
"I could be the man you seek, and you are not so old as
to cause me to turn away from you. In fact, the woman who taught me was about
your age. If you truly wish this to be, I would enjoy it, I am sure."
Ester did not reply. She simply took my hand and led me to
her bedroom.
When Ester closed her bedroom door, I asked if she would
light a candle. Her reply caused me even greater thoughts of sympathy and a
resolve to give her that which she sought.
"I am afraid you will not like how I appear without
clothing. Ginny said men are attracted to large breasts and narrow hips, and I
have neither."
I attempted to put her mind at ease that she might be more
receptive to what I was going to do.
"Ester, if men were attracted only to large breasts and
narrow hips, half the women in England would be without a man. I, for one,
simply enjoy the touch of a woman's body, no matter how her curves are formed.
If you would rather I not see you though, I would explain that it is not only
the eyes that may see. The hands and lips can see in the darkness every bit as
well as the eyes can see in the light."
When I heard the rustle of Ester removing her dress, I
quickly removed my shirt, boots and trousers and then waited. When I heard
Ester's quiet voice say, "I am ready", I reached out my hands toward
what I thought would be her shoulders.
Instead, my hands found her breasts, and upon feeling my
touch, Ester became very tense. I quickly moved my hands up, stroked her
shoulders, and then gently pulled her against me.
As I did so, I became aware that Ester's breasts were not so
small, and her hips were not so narrow. Her breasts were large enough I felt
them flatten against my bare chest, and when I cupped her hips, I decided while
her hips were not so wide as Emily's, neither were they the hips of a young
girl.
I stroked her back and the curve of her hips until I felt
Ester begin to relax a bit, then slipped one hand up her side and cupped her
left breast. When I did so, she tensed again and I heard her sharp intake of
breath.
"Ester, do not be alarmed at my touch. It is only what
a man does to arouse the passions in a woman. Allow yourself to just feel the
sensations and you will see that I am far from causing you any pain."
Ester did not really relax until my thumb found her teat and
stroked it gently. Immediately upon my doing so, the small bud began to swell,
Ester inhaled a short, quick breath and then murmured, "I feel that in my
belly. Should it be so?"
I chuckled.
"If you did not, it would mean that I am not doing it
correctly. We should lie down now that I may continue to give you those
feelings."
Lying beside Ester was much different than lying beside
Estelle, Elizabeth, or Grace. I supposed that was because she knew not the ways
of men and woman. It mattered not to me. I was once again sampling the
treasures of a woman, a feeling I had thought to be lost until such time as I
was able to take a wife.
Such a treasure she was too. With every caress of her
breasts and teats, Ester quietly moaned and after a while, I felt her open her
legs a bit. Knowing that meant her passions were sufficiently aroused to
tolerate a touch between her thighs, I stroked down her belly until my
fingertips touched a thicket of hairs, then gently cupped the lips secreted
under those hairs.
Ester gasped at that touch, but did not pull my hand away.
She only opened her thighs a bit more, and when she did, I slipped on finger
between her nether lips. Ester again made a little gasp, but exhaled slowly
when I stroked her rippled inner lips.
The other women I had made love with seemed to find the
sensation of my fingertip on their inner lips to be arousing. Ester seemed to
find those same sensations overpowering, I would suppose because she had not
before had the experience. She began to moan little moans and to move her hips
about as I stroked. When I closed my lips around her right teat and sucked
gently while stroking her petals, Ester jerked her hips. I was not quick enough
to move my hand before that finger slipped inside her portal. That penetration
caused her to jerk her hips again and then moan loudly.
"Oh my, I feel as if I am on fire now. Is it always
so?"
I smiled as I began moving that finger in and out.
"Generally it is, though your fires are as yet just a
small flame. You shall see how hot those fires will become."
With that said, I used my thumb to stroke at the top of her
slit and felt the stiff little button still hiding under her folds. Ester
gasped at that touch and spread her thighs wide. I continued suckling her
teats, stroking a finger in and out, and gently rubbing her little button until
my finger was coated with her juices. When I judged those juices to be flowing
freely, I knelt between Ester's spread thighs.
"I will be gentle as a lamb until you wish more,
Ester."
I was truly as gentle as I promised her, only touching her
open lips with the tip of my cock at first. Ester gasped at that first touch,
but did not close her thighs. She just whispered, "Though you may cause me
pain, I must know. Do as you will with me."
As soon as the tip of my cock was wetted, I pressed forward,
but ever so slowly. By fractions of an inch, my cock entered Ester until I felt
resistance. I promptly withdrew, and then pressed forward again.
Ester was a snug fit. I surmised this was caused by the lack
of penetration for many years. As a result, I did not push my cock home until
the sixth or seventh stroke; it is difficult to remember exactly - and upon my
belly meeting Ester's mound, I remained in place for a few moments to allow her
passage to be accustomed to the stretching.
Though Ester was not nearly at her peak, she was beginning
to breathe in quick, short breaths. When I withdrew my cock and then began
stroking it in and out of her snug passage, those breaths became quicker and
more shallow. I began to feel an alternating tightening and loosening when my
cock eased into her depths. It was much the same sensation as I had felt with
my other lovers, though I knew they were creating that sensation for both our
benefits. Ester seemed to not know she was doing it.
As I continued to stroke my cock, I bent my head enough to
capture Ester's left teat between my lips. A gentle suckle cause the response I
expected, though I did not expect it to be so strong. Ester thrust her body up
just as my cock reached the extent of her passage, and I felt her wrap her arms
around my back. Upon starting my next stroke, I pinched her teat gently between
my teeth. Ester gasped out, thrust her body up again, and I felt her fingers
digging into my back.
A few moments later and much sooner than I had anticipated,
Ester cried out and began such a shaking I was forced to hold her right hip
with my hand lest my cock slip from her slippery nest. The shaking quickly
increased my passions to the point I could no longer control them. As Ester
heaved her body up into my stroke, the first surge of seed raced up my shaft,
flew out the tip, and splattered inside Ester's writhing passage. A second,
then a third, and then yet another erupted from my cock, and Ester still shook
and made little cries of pleasure.
I continued to stroke my cock in and out of Ester until she
mostly stopped shaking except for an occasional jerk of her body and a quiet
little moan. When I did withdraw my cock, Ester sighed.
"What Ginny said is true. It was as if deep in my belly
I became tighter and tighter until I exploded. I must feel this way again and
again and again.";
Over the next year, I obliged Ester at any time she wished
to feel my cock penetrate her. If the weather was rain, I would oblige her of a
morning as well as of an evening. At her suggestion, her bed became our bed,
though I continued to pay her for my room and my board. No self-respecting man
would allow himself to be kept as a man might keep a mistress. No, I made love
with Ester because I enjoyed both my own feelings and the way she responded.;
It was the spring of the next year that I called at a
farmhouse on the west edge of Whitchurch. The woman of the house said she had a
pot or two that required mending and went to fetch them. When she came out of
her kitchen, she carried a large soup pot. Behind her came a young woman about
my age carrying two smaller pots. This young woman had long hair as black as a
raven's feathers, eyes that were as blue as the sky, and lips that were soft
and sensuous. Her simple housedress showed me the breasts under it were larger
than most, and it flared from her narrow waist to hips I imagined would be an
absolute joy to have in my hands.
I had learned when still an apprentice that women enjoy
flattery, and that sometimes that flattery resulted in an additional purchase.
As I had been sharing a bed with Ester for some time, I had moved some of my
tools into my old bedroom. On days of rain, I spent the time not attending to
Ester's needs in my now workshop in the making of pastry cutters. I had a
selection of pastry cutters in my cart.
When the two women approached, I smiled.
"Ma'am, I had expected to find a housewife, but not two
sisters."
The woman blushed.
"Sir, you surely must be of poor sight. This is not my
sister. This is my daughter, Rose."
I smiled again.
"Be that as it may, the two of you look very much the
same. I would venture any man would have difficulty selecting between the two
of you."
The woman was still blushing, and now, so too was the
daughter. She smiled at me then.
"Sir, my mother already has her man, so there would be
no selection required. I believe you to have another motive."
Well, she had me there. I said no more as I worked to repair
the three pots. When I finished the last, I handed it to the young girl, then
reached into my cart and retrieved a pastry cutter.
"I also have pastry cutters should you be in need. This
one is but a simple egg shape that is priced at a half-pence, but I have others
as well."
I reached into my cart again and picked up a special cutter
shaped in the outline of a baby chick.
"Perhaps you do not have a cutter such as this but
would be willing to part with a pence to have one. It would bring something new
to your Easter dinner pastries."
The young girl, Rose, smiled.
"Young man, your motive for flattery was merely to sell
my mother something she does not need. I admit you to be smart, though you
would not fool me."
As I looked at Rose, I took an instant liking to her. Well,
"liking" is not exactly the correct word. It was more than liking her
though I did not know how to explain the feeling at that time.
I began putting my tools back into my cart, but left the
pastry cutters until last. When I picked up the chick, Rose chuckled.
"You yield too easily I think. What ever would you do
if you were wooing a young girl and she refused you?"
I said it would depend upon how well I liked the young girl,
put my pastry cutters in my cart, and then closed the lid and began pushing my
cart back to Whitchurch.
Along the way, I thought about how I had felt upon seeing
Rose and how I had felt when she understood my attempt at selling my pastry
cutters. At first, I thought she to be rather cheeky for a woman. Women were
not supposed to disagree with men, or at least that is what I had been taught.
When I thought some more though, I had to smile.
Rose was smart enough to see through my flattery and I found
that I liked that. I also remembered the way she had spoken. Her voice was as
soft and as smooth as a stream running over a rock streambed. I liked that
about her too.
I shrugged to myself then.
Yes, I had liked the girl, but she was only one of many
young girls I had liked. There would no doubt be others as well.
As I had made many pastry cutters, I decided to push my cart
to the town square in Whitchurch on market day just as had Master Eaton taken
his ware to the market in Honiton. It would cost me a day on the road, but
perhaps I could sell enough pastry cutters to equal the income I would lose.
I was sitting by my cart the next market day when who should
I see walking down the line of sellers than Rose and her mother. They stopped
at my cart, and Rose smiled.
"My father has given me a pence. I would have a pastry
cutter in the shape of a chick if you have one available."
For reasons I did not understand at the time, my heart began
to beat so hard I feared Rose would hear it. I quickly retrieved one of my
chick pastry cutters from my cart and handed it to her. Her hand briefly
touched mine as she took the pastry cutter, and then again when she put the
pence in my hand. I feared my heart would fairly leap from my chest at those
touches, so strongly and so quickly did it beat.
Rose and her mother then walked away, but my heart did not
resume its normal rhythm for some time. When I arrived back at Ester's home, I
asked her if she had had a similar experience and if she thought I should seek
the attentions of a physician.
Ester smiled, but then frowned.
"Johnathan, you have no malady that any physician can
cure. Unfortunately, your malady will affect me as well, for unless Ginny was
wrong in her tale, that malady is what she called love. I shall miss your
attentions terribly, but I understood that one day this would happen."
I asked Ester how this would change our situation, and she
smiled again.
"There is but one cure for what ails you, and that cure
is to be with the woman who afflicted you. That means you must abandon me for
her. Do not frown so. Though I have never been so afflicted, I
understand."
I was feeling as if I were speaking with my mother again.
"What should I do if I must abandon you? Where am I to
go? I can not just forget you either."
Ester put her arms around me.
"You should woo this woman and marry her. Once you have
married, you will find a place to live, for you are brighter than most men. I
do not wish you to forget about me, but it is time for you to be with a woman
who can make you a proper home and give you children. I will miss you, but I am
happy for you as well.";
Well, I did not know the first thing about wooing a woman.
For two weeks, I went to the market in hopes of seeing Rose again, and each
week, she was there with her mother. They bought no more pastry cutters though.
They would only walk by my cart and smile. The third week, when they walked
past my cart, I gathered my courage and asked the only question I could think
of as possibly appropriate.
When Rose stopped at my cart, I tipped my cap.
"Rose, I was wondering; would you enjoy a walk by the
river this Sunday? If you would rather not, I understand, but I thought; well; I
have taken a liking to you and; well; the river is so peaceful this time of
year and --"
Rose stopped my blathering with her laugh.
"Sir, if you continue to ramble on, I fear you will
soon step on your own tongue. If my mother agrees, I would very much enjoy a
walk by the river this Sunday."
I held my breath while Rose whispered something to her
mother, then
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Grace chuckled.
"He is skilled at mending holes in buckets, but he is
not very skilled in other things. He does not understand how the two of us may
live here together without a man."
Elizabeth smiled.
"Such would believe any man. They are so proud of their
own abilities they could not listen to an alternative."
I felt the need to interrupt. I was more than willing to
listen.
"Elizabeth, if I may call you by that name, I assure
you that though I am of few years, I am not of a closed mind. I simply said to
Grace that there were tasks I believed a woman not capable of doing. Just
before you arrived, she was telling me there was a task a woman could not
do."
Grace chuckled.
"Johnathan, I did not say a woman could not do that
task. I only asked if you believed so. You did not answer my question. That
leads me to believe you were schooled in the ways of taking care of buckets and
pots, but not schooled in the ways of taking care of women."
That statement made me feel as if Grace thought me to be
uneducated in anything other than tinker work, and the rashness of youth took
away my propriety.
"I have a very good understanding of how to take care
of women. I was taught such by a woman."
Elizabeth's eyes opened wide.
"Oh. And just what did this woman teach you, cooking
and sewing, or perhaps, how to do what a woman needs at times, the times she
need to have her passions aroused and then relieved?"
I realized then that I had talked myself into a position
from which there was no escape. I could not lie without implying my ignorance
and speaking the truth could very well give both women an offence. Still, my
father had always stressed that truth is always a better course to steer than a
lie.
"Yes, she taught me the ways to increase her passions
until they were relieved, and it is without boasting that I say I was an apt
student. Many times she related to me the same. It is how a woman might have
her passions aroused and then relieved without a man that I do not understand.
No woman has the, shall we say, the proper tools for the task.
"My teacher in these matters said all women have this
need, yet Grace told me that you do not wish to have a man. I am at a loss to understand
that as well."
Grace smiled then.
"Young Johnathan, you misunderstood my statement. We do
not wish for a man to live with us. The reason for this is both Elizabeth and I
were sold by our husbands at the market just as were cattle. Do not look so
shocked. Such is a common happening because there is no other way for a man and
wife to separate. It is not entirely according to the law, but the law is
overlooked in cases such as this.
"We had met previously, and had decided we did not wish
to live with our husbands. My husband had a mistress in the town, and
Elizabeth's husband was not at all kind to her. Our fathers paid two of their
male friends to purchase us and then allow us to go where we would. That place
to which we went was this small farm owned by my family and why we do not wish
to be married once again.
"While we did somewhat miss the attentions of a man at
times, we soon discovered that it is not a requirement to have a cock to arouse
and then relieve our passions. Women are perfectly capable of accomplishing
that, both by themselves and with each other. That is not to say we would
refuse the attentions of a man who did not stay though, were he to be a kind
man of sufficient skill. Might you be one of those men?"
Well, as the old saying goes, I could have been laid low by
the single stroke of a goose quill. My situation had been changed from one
somewhat irksome in nature to one in which two women were essentially
requesting to sample my skills in the art of lovemaking. I was at a loss to answer
that request, for though I understood how to satisfy one woman, I had never
before been with two.
Elizabeth sensed my confusion, and also chuckled.
"Grace, I do believe you have dumbfounded this man.
Perhaps we should take him inside lest he begin stumbling around aimlessly.
Once inside, perhaps we should add to his knowledge of women, their needs, and
how they may satisfy those needs."
I was not as Elizabeth had said, not at the very second, but
upon entering their house, I certainly became so. Elizabeth led me into the
bedroom I assumed was shared by them both as the only other rooms were a large
kitchen and a parlor of sorts. Elizabeth held my hand while Grace unbuttoned
the bodice of the simple housedress she wore. Upon pulling the two halves apart,
I could see her large, heavy breasts and those heavy breasts caused my cock to
begin rising. After Elizabeth assisted Grace in removing the dress, I
discovered she wore nothing, not even a chemise, underneath. The sight of the
thick mass of hair on her mound, the color of which matched the blonde hair on
her head, caused my cock to further stiffen.
My arousal was seen by Elizabeth who stroked the bulge in my
trousers and then laughed.
"Grace, I do believe you have this man's attention.
Shall we see his reaction to two women without clothing?"
Moments later, Elizabeth was also naked. The hairs on her
mound were a bit longer than Grace's, but matched the dark brown hair on her
head. Her breasts, as I had thought, were smaller than Grace's, but not as
small as I had imagined. They were merely somewhat flatter than had been
Estelle's and therefore did not push out the front of her dress.
My cock was fearfully extended by that time and being
confined in my trousers had commenced to be painful. Grace took it upon herself
to remedy that situation. She unlaced the front of my trousers and then pulled
them down. My stiff cock bobbed free and she smiled.
"Elizabeth, I believe we have found us a proper tool to
stir our passions. Shall we see if his skills are as he boasts?"
As Elizabeth removed my boots and my trousers while Grace
pulled my shirt over my head, I was still unsure of what course to follow. Were
I to apply my knowledge to one, would the other not feel left out of the
pleasure?
That uncertainty was rendered moot when the two women pulled
me down on the bed between them. Grace nestled her breasts into my side, while
Elizabeth guided my hand to the long teat on her right breast. I began stroking
that breast and teat as Estelle had enjoyed, and was then surprised to feel
Grace's hand sliding down my side to my cock. She gently stroked my length for
a moment or two and then pulled Elizabeth's hand to do the same. Her own hand
then began stroking between Elizabeth's slender thighs.
Elizabeth opened her thighs with a sigh and I watched as
Grace slowly pushed her finger into the mass of dark brown hair.
What followed is confusing to me even to this day. It seemed
that the two women's hands were stroking my cock one moment and then caressing
each other the next. As I was lying on my back between them, I could see the
delicate touches each made to the other. I also felt the warmth of their lips
and tongues as they took turns kissing me and each other.
Elizabeth stroked the blonde curls between Grace's thighs,
but then guided my hand to the same spot. Shortly after that, I found both my
hands cupping the soft lips of each woman and then the slippery wetness inside
their portals. They were not to leave that as their only arousal though. Each
was gently caressing the breasts and teats of the other while my finger stroked
the rippled inner lips and little button of each.
Their hands, sometimes both at once, on my cock was causing
me to thrust into their gentle grasp. After a few of these strokes, and I
confess, a few moans from me, Elizabeth threw her thigh over me and then rose
on her knees. I felt Grace grasp my rigid cock and then the wet warmth as my
cock entered Elizabeth's portal.
The fit was snug, snug enough I again groaned. Elizabeth
chuckled and continued to ease her body down over my cock. When she was sitting
on my thighs, I saw Grace pinch Elizabeth's left nipple and then give it a
little tug. Elizabeth's body jerked and she moaned, then began raising and
lowering herself over my cock. With every lowering, she would rock her hips and
I would feel the little button raking down the topside of my cock. The change
in angle also forced my cock into intimate contact with the ripples of
Elizabeth's passage.
I was coming rapidly to the point of no return, when
Elizabeth gasped, pushed herself down quickly over my cock and then dropped
down to catch her weight on her hands. I felt a flow of wetness and then the
tightening of her portal around my shaft. Elizabeth cried out and then began
rocking her body rapidly over my cock. I could hold back no longer and thrust
my cock up quickly. As Elizabeth continued to rock her body and make little
mewing sounds, I filled her gripping passage with my seed.
After several moments, Elizabeth rolled to her side. She was
still breathing rapid, shallow breaths, but she managed to say, "Grace,
this tool is indeed an excellent tool. Let us cause it to stand up again that
you may sample this man's skills."
I was not hopeful my cock would stand up very quickly again.
After satisfying Emily's desires three times and now satisfying Elizabeth, I
felt it would take an hour or more. I had not estimated the shortening of time
caused by what Elizabeth and Grace did next.
Grace climbed over me to lie beside Elizabeth, and promptly
took Elizabeth's right nipple between her lips and began to suckle. Elizabeth's
belly tightened and she gasped, but then began using her finger to penetrate
Grace's sex. Soon, Grace was moaning and rocking her hips into Elizabeth's
finger. That was when the two women kissed, and that kiss was so absolutely
erotic, my cock began to swell again.
It continued to swell as I watched Elizabeth lift her head
and clasp Grace's left teat between her lips. Grace shuddered a little, then
shuddered a lot because when Elizabeth opened her lips, I saw she had Grace's
teat pinched between her teeth. Elizabeth pulled her face back slightly, Grace
shuddered again, and then whispered, "Johnathan, I am ready for your cock
now."
I had assumed Grace would either mount me as had Elizabeth
or lid down on her back, but she did neither. She rose onto her hands and then
spread her legs wide. Elizabeth urged me to a position behind Grace, and then
guided my cock to Grace's portal. As I sank into her satin smooth and rippled
passage, Elizabeth lay down and scooted her head under Grace's breasts.
As I pumped away inside Grace, I could hear the wet noises
that could only mean Elizabeth was suckling Grace's teats. A moment later,
Grace shuddered as she had before and pushed her body back into my stroke
quickly enough my sack bumped against her mound. I could only assume that
Elizabeth was once again nipping at Grace's teats.
While the stimulation of Grace's snug portal and rippled
passage were extremely arousing, that stimulation was muted a bit by my having
spent my seed once already. As a result, I continued to pump my cock in and out
of Grace and Grace continued to moan and thrust her body back into my strokes.
That changed some time later when I felt a finger massaging
the little button between Grace's thick, swollen lips and just under my
stroking cock. Not long after I felt that finger, Grace arched her back, cried
out, and began to sink down on the bed. I held her up with both hands as her
thighs quivered, and at the same time as Grace began to rock her portal over my
cock, I let the first spurt fly up my shaft and inside her. Grace's thighs were
yet quivering as a leaf in a breeze when I shot my last.
After my cock slipped from the slippery embrace of Grace's
passage, she fell down on the bed, rolled onto her back, and sighed.
"Such a tool would be welcome were it not attached to a
man, though I could welcome this man to our house for longer than one morning.
Perhaps a week might satisfy my desire to feel a man inside me."
Elizabeth stroked Grace's mound and then kissed her on the
lips. When Elizabeth pulled away, she smiled.
"I am certain he will leave us, but perhaps he would
consent to pay us a visit in the future. Now that we have taught him about two
women, he might welcome the opportunity to exercise his new skills.";
I did have to leave if I was to reach Whitchurch before the
weekend. It was with some reluctance that I did so, but also with some relief.
While making love with both Grace and Elizabeth had been an experience well
worth remembering, I feared that I could not give equal attention to them both
in the longer term. At some point, I would anger one by seeming to favor the
other, and that would mean an end to their arrangement.
It was also a relief for my poor cock. In two days, I had
asked much of it, and though it had performed admirably according to the women,
I felt a rest was very much in order.
To that end, as I continued my journey towards Whitchurch, I
was careful to stop only at the various inns along the roadway. These stops
proved to be more to the advantage of my purse, as the inns made rough usage of
their pots and pans. I was able to add twelve pence to my coin after stopping
at three inns.
At last, six days after beginning my journey, I pushed my
cart through the streets of Whitchurch and then on toward my old home.;
My arrival was greeted with some fanfare. My father shook my
hand and told me he was proud of my accomplishment. My mother embraced me until
I thought I should die from lack of breath, and she fairly soaked my shirt with
her tears. My brother, Edward, wiped the muck from his hands on his trousers
and then embraced me as well, though he shed no tears. That evening, my mother
prepared a dinner that was an especial favorite of mine, a chicken pot pie
filled with the meat of a hen, the yolks of the immature eggs of the same hen,
and pease and carrots.
While I was happy to be home with my family again, I had no
desire to continue living with them. I was now a grown man and had the skills
to earn my own way in life instead of being an imposition upon my parents.
There was also the issue of proximity to potential customers. I did not have
sufficient funds to arrange for a shop of my own in the nearest town, that
being Whitchurch. I would have to ply my trade as my title suggested. A
journeyman was so named because he journeyed around a given area offering his
skills. Living with my family would require pushing my cart an unnecessary
distance each day.
Toward both ends, I walked to Whitchurch the next day with
the goal of securing boarding for myself. Whitchurch would become my new home
as well as the center of my travels through the countryside.
Finding a suitable accommodation was not difficult. Finding
a suitable accommodation with a suitable price was somewhat more of a
challenge. What I desired was one room with a bed and the availability of a
meal, morning and evening.
My expectation, developed by an understanding of the amount
of work done by Master Eaton and the relative size of the area around
Whitchurch compared to Honiton, was that my income would be about six pence a
day, or the sum of three shillings a week. I was prepared to pay half that for
my room and board, the other half being saved for purchase of a proper shop.
I was able to find several rooms at the price of two shillings
a week, but I declined to take up those proposals. It was late in the afternoon
and I was preparing to return to my father's home when I chanced upon a small
paper notice attached to the door of a small house at the very edge of
Whitchurch. The paper proclaimed a room was available in that house for the
price of a shilling and a half per week. Upon seeing this notice, I presented
myself at the door.
The woman who answered my knock was not as I had expected.
Most rooms available were in houses owned by older people. They had no source
of income other than furnishing a room or two for those unable to afford the
price of a house. It was that situation which I sought, for older people were
generally quiet types and would not disturb me as would a couple with several
children.
This woman was not so old as I had thought would be the
case. Neither, however, was she young. I could discern that by the lines at her
eyes and the corners of her mouth. What struck me as odd, concerning those fine
lines, was the shape of her figure, or at least as much of her figure as I
could imagine given her dress. The slope of her breasts peeked from under the
neckline of her bodice and her waist was smaller by far than her hips.
At that hour of the day, most husbands would have been at
home and waiting to dine on an even meal, but I could see the table in her
kitchen was set for just one place. She was evidently unmarried, and the reason
was most likely her face.
She was not what I would describe as an ugly woman. It was
more that her eyes seemed to be very open and her nose very large. I believed
her to be one of those women not pretty enough to attract the attentions of a
suitor when young. Such women were not all that rare, and often passed through
life alone. After a certain age, such women were nearing the end of their child
bearing years and a man wanted sons to carry on after him. I was very curious
to learn of her past, though, of course, I could not ask that question as I had
just met her.
I introduced myself and inquired as to if the room was still
available. The woman said it was and led me through her home to a small room at
the back.
"This used to be my father's room", she said.
"He went to his reward last month." As he and my mother had no son,
the house became mine. I am lonely of a night, and decided to let out his room
that I might have some company."
I was not looking for company of an evening, but the price
was very tempting. I asked the woman if a morning and evening meal would be
included in the price. She nodded.
"My fare will not be that of the wealthy in Whitchurch,
but you shall not starve."
The bargain was struck that very afternoon. I returned home
for my cart and other belongings, and by nightfall, I was sitting upon the bed
in my room and planning my activities for the next day.;
Over the next several weeks, I learned once again the wisdom
of my father. Whitchurch, being rather small as cities go, had no tinker in
residence. As a result, the women of Whitchurch and the surrounding area were
forced to use pots and pans with rusted places or purchase new. Rusted places
in some cases spoiled the taste of food, and though the new factories were
producing new pots and pans at lower cost than most Master tinkers, the price
was still high considering most household incomes.
I was able to increase my purse more quickly than I had
planned, and was looking forward to perhaps another year or two before I could
afford the rental for a small shop.
Now, also because Whitchurch was small and most people knew
what the others were doing, I was very careful not to engage in the activities
I had enjoyed with Emily, Elizabeth, and Grace. Such carryings on would have
ruined my business if not had me cast out of the city. I did yearn to dip my
wick in many of the women I encountered in my travels though, and the
opportunity did present itself upon several occasions.
The wife of the town blacksmith seemed particularly
interested in
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The heavy heart I had upon leaving Honiton and Estelle
brightened some as I walked along the road. The day was warm and sunny, and I
had a feeling of freedom I'd not had for six years. During my apprenticeship,
it was a requirement that I eat, sleep, and work according to the schedule of
Master Eaton. His schedule even dictated the times when Estelle and I might
engage in the skills she taught me, for we could do so only when he was absent
from the workshop.
Now, I could do as I wished. Were I to desire a nap in
mid-afternoon, all I need do was wheel my cart under the trees, lie down and go
to sleep. Were I to feel hungry, no matter what the time of day, I had only to
reach into my cart for a crust of bread and a smearing of butter. I did restrain
from these practices for the most part. I had only enough food to sustain me
for a week, and I did so desire to begin my work amongst the farm people that I
traveled from dawn to dusk.
I did miss Estelle's soft warm body against mine, especially
so at night when I spread my blankets on the ground. Often I fell asleep
thinking of her soft breasts in my hands while my cock stroked in and out of
her cunny. While our couplings were not so frequent as I came to desire, they
were made even more wonderful by the intervals between them.
The walking and pushing of my cart would be slow, I had
thought, but I found my pace nearly that of the coach that had brought me from
Whitchurch to Honiton. This was because I need not slow my pace for a
particularly rugged stretch of road. I merely steered around the offending
pocks and continued on my way.
As I walked, I contemplated how I would go about selling my
skills to the people of the farms. They knew nothing of me and it was likely
they would not trust me for there were tricksters who also roamed the roads. I
composed a short little ditty I would use to announce my arrival, tell the
people of my skills, and ask if they had any work.
I came upon a cottage a day and a half after leaving
Honiton, and upon nearing the door, I began my song.
I am a happy tinsmith
I travel through the land
To mend your pots and other things
I am the tinker man
Round and deep or shallow
With holes both large and small
Bring them to my tinker's cart
And I will mend them all
The door to the cottage was open to allow in the breeze, and
once I had begun my ditty a second time, a woman walked out onto the stoop.
She was an older woman, or at least she appeared to be older
than Estelle. Her face had the lines I had seen in my mother's face, and there
were a few silver strands showing in the black hair that she had done up in a
bun.
Her dress, save for the color, was the same type of dress
Estelle had always worn, being high at the neck and low at the hem. Unlike
Estelle, this woman wore no slippers. She looked at me with a suspicious eye.
"Who is this who sings at my doorstep about mending
pots?"
I bowed, then smiled.
"I am Johnathan Harrison Erickson, Ma'am, and I am a
tinker. Have you any pots that require mending?"
"Yes, I have one or two. What is your price?"
I had given the matter of price some considerable thought.
In Honiton, the usual price for mending a small spot was two pence, three for a
larger spot. Having come from a rural background, I thought these prices
somewhat high for those living on a farm. I had established prices that would
pay for my time and materials, but not be so high as to cause my customers to
reconsider.
"A pence for a small spot, a pence and a half pence for
a larger one. Should the mending require adding a piece of tin plate, the price
would vary."
"What is a small spot and what is a large spot?"
I smiled again.
"I would have to inspect the spot, of course, but a
large spot I would consider one a bit larger than a finger."
She shook her head.
"I am a widow woman, and have little coin. I think I
shall continue to use my pots as they be."
As I had traveled, I had also considered this possibility.
While increasing my purse was the ideal outcome of my work, some of that purse
would be required to purchase food that I might eat on a regular basis. If my
customers had no coin, they would probably have oats or a slab of bacon they
could spare.
"Ma'am, if you would be so kind as to offer something
in the way of grains or meats, that payment would be also acceptable."
Her face brightened.
"I could fix you a meal. I have an ham and some pease
from last night."
I had not eaten so well since leaving the workshop, and the
prospect of a good meal made my mouth water.
"That would be acceptable, Ma'am. Bring out your
pots."
The woman went inside and returned with a large kettle and
two small pots. It was a quick matter to mend the pots, just a small dam and
some tin solder to each. The kettle was somewhat more of a problem. The tin was
gone from a large area of the bottom and when I pressed on this area, the iron
gave way and left a hole. I would have to add a patch of tin plate.
The woman watched as I cut the patch, formed it to the
contours of the kettle and then soldered it into place inside and out. She
smiled as I handed her the kettle.
"That one is a favorite of mine. You know your trade
well, I think. Come inside while I heat the ham and pease."
Her kitchen was small with a stove at one end and a small
table at the other. She pointed to a chair at the table.
"That chair is where my husband sat to take his meals.
It will give me pleasure to see a man sitting there again."
Once the ham and pease had been warmed, the woman sat a bowl
full in front of me and then handed me a spoon. She sat on the opposite side of
the table while I finished that bowl, and then asked if I would like another.
I should have politely answered no, but I did so enjoy the
flavor. She smiled when I handed her the bowl and went to refill it. When she
returned, she remarked that I ate as had her husband.
"He would empty a bowl and then ask for more, sometimes
twice. He was a man, he was, tall and strong of back. Would that he were still
here, for I miss the things he used to do."
I swallowed a mouthful of pease and then asked what those
things might be. She smiled and her eyes seemed to gleam.
"Oh, a great many things. My Jacob tended the farm, of
course, though my son does that work now. There were other things as well. He
carried the wood and water, and ploughed the garden in spring, and ;
She smiled coyly.
"Of course, I can not tell you everything he did for
me. You would not understand."
My reply was that I was nearly twenty, and had no trouble
understanding most things.
She smiled.
"Do you understand the ways of men with women? It is of
that which I speak."
I had not anticipated such a question, and especially not
given the difference in our ages. If the woman had a son old enough to tend to
the farming, she was surely forty or better while I was still just nineteen.
She sat there smiling while I contemplated my situation, and
when I did not answer, smiled at me.
"It appears you are somewhat shy in answering me. That
tells me you do understand. Perhaps I can convince you to demonstrate your
skills at that task as well. My husband has been gone four years now, and I
crave a man's touch. Would you be the man to ease that craving?"
She began unbuttoning the top of her dress. When the button
at her waist was released, she opened the dress and smiled again.
Her breasts were at least half again as large as Estelle's
and though they sat lower on her chest, were causing my cock to rise. I knew
not what to make of this invitation.
"Ma'am, I do not think it would be correct of me to do
so. You do not know me and I do not know you."
She chuckled.
"Ah, you wish an introducing first. Very well. I am
Emily Stoat, and you gave me your name earlier."
She stood and walked to face me. After taking my hand and
placing it upon her heavy, right breast she said, "Johnathan, now we know
each other."
I confess the yielding softness under my fingertips took
away all my reasoning power. Gently I squeezed that softness and Emily caught
her breath.
"Your hand may be a tinker's hand, but it would appear
it is also the hand of a lover. Is your other hand so gentle?"
I lifted her other breast, squeezed it gently, and then
lightly stroked the thick teat. Emily said no more. She merely grasped my hand
and pulled me through a door on one wall of her kitchen.
Upon removing my clothes and lying on the bed beside her
naked body, I marveled at her shape. As I related before, I knew her breasts
were much larger than Estelle's. I anticipated the same difference in the girth
of her waist and hips. While Emily was somewhat larger in both places, the
increase in size was not in the same proportion.
Her waist was a bit thicker and her hips were wider, but the
increase only increased my desire for her. In fact, I found myself becoming
aroused at a faster rate just from the looking.
Emily noticed my arousal as well. She smiled, grasped my
rigid cock, and stroked it a little, then chuckled.
"I wonder if you wield this tool as well as you wield
your hammer. Pray show me if your skills with the ladies match your skills at
mending pots."
I am proud to say I did my best, though such was not a
difficult task. Emily proved to be as avid a lover as Estelle, though in
somewhat different ways.
While Estelle preferred my attentions to her breasts and
teats began softly and increased as did her state of arousal, Emily was more
forthright. As soon as I bent my head and took her teat into my mouth, Emily
sighed.
"Ah, my young tinker, suckle as the calf suckles the
cow and do not fear of causing me harm. 'twill only increase my passions."
Suckle I did and with a somewhat greater vigor than I had
with Estelle. The rapid motions seemed to excite Emily very quickly, so quickly
that she bade me use two fingers in her cunny. Once my fingers were in her warm
portal, Emily adjusted her position somewhat and then sighed.
"Lad, your fingers do so arouse my passions. Were you
to add a third, I would become aroused even more."
I did as she asked, but was fearful of injuring the soft
portal into which I guided a third finger. Emily sighed as it entered her, then
rocked up her wide hips a little. As a result, my three fingers were soon
stopped by my hand pressing against Emily's puffy cunny lips and she moaned.
"Oh, lad, for so long I have been denied the feeling of
having my cunny stretched so. Already I feel my nectar flowing and the need to
feel your cock inside me. Pray, stroke a while more and then impale me on your
rod."
I confess that I probably did not stroke Emily so long as
she desired, but I was overwhelmed by the way she did move her body to force my
three fingers deeper inside her. She did not stop me when I knelt between her
upraised thighs and attempted to guide my cock to her portal though. Instead,
she grasped my shaft and moved it between her swollen lips for a while, then
positioned the head at her entrance.
"Now, Johnathan, fill my cunny with your stiff cock and
do not be gentle about it. My husband was a man and it is a man I need inside
me now."
I did as best I could and quickly thrust my cock into
Emily's wet and slippery depths. She moaned and jerked her cunny up into that
thrust. When my sack bumped against her bottom, she moaned again.
"That is the way a man takes a woman, lad. Continue
with such thrusts that I may reach my end. It would cause me great pleasure if
you were to give my teats some soft bites as well."
When I made my first thrust, I was somewhat concerned that
if her cunny could accept three of my fingers the grip of her passage would not
be so snug as that of Estelle. Such proved not to be the case however. As soon
as my cock began to penetrate Emily's depths I felt a tightening around my
rigid shaft. I knew not what caused that tightening, but I was well aware of
the effect.
I was not aware of how pinching Emily's teats between my
teeth would cause her to react, and that reaction was very interesting. At the
first pinch, Emily gasped and I felt her belly tighten under mine. I also felt
the grip of her cunny tighten more, a feeling that caused me to edge much
closer to my final end.
As I continued to thrust my cock in and out of Emily's
gripping cunny and as I alternately suckled and pinched her teats with my
teeth, I felt Emily's juices flowing around my cock and down onto my sack. I
also heard her little mewing cries and felt her fingers on my backside and
attempting to pull my cock inside her deeper.
I was very near my end when Emily sucked in a deep breath,
held that breath, and by pushing with her heels lifted us both up off the
mattress. I felt the squeezing of my cock relax, then tighten over and over
again as Emily let her face flop to the side. Her soft thighs squeezed my waist
and then began to quiver. I made one last, firm pinch of her left teat between
my teeth and Emily's body became a shuddering sheath that forced me to yield my
seed deep inside her. I confess I moaned as the first spurt splashed into her
depths, then moaned twice more as my stiff cock spurted.
Emily continued to cause her cunny to milk at my cock even
though I was spent. After a time, she slowly fell back to the bed, but held me
between her thighs. She stroked my back, and sighed.
"Ah, such a man I have not felt since my husband went
to his reward. Would that I could keep you here, for I wish to feel this way
again."
While I would have greatly enjoyed staying with Emily, my
primary goal was to return to the place of my birth and begin my shop. I did
cause Emily to have those feelings two more times before departing though, once
later that night and again very early the next morning. As the sun shone it's
rays over the trees around Emily's house, she held me close and said her door
would always be open to me. I confess that it was with a heavy heart that I
pushed my cart on down the road.;
I traveled for half a day before stopping in a grove of
trees beside the road for a noon meal. That noon meal was a slice of ham Emily
had forced me to take though I told her she had more than settled her accounts
with me. She only smiled and said the slice of ham was for my exercise of my
other skills. As I munched on the thick slab, I reflected that both my skills
gave me great pleasure.
I also realized that exercising the skills I had learned
from Estelle were somewhat tiring when practiced several times in a short
period. I had finished half the slice of ham when I was overcome by fatigue and
fell asleep leaning against the wheel of my cart.
When I woke, the sun was halfway to dropping below the
trees. The delay at Emily's, though a very pleasant delay, had cost me nearly
half a day of travel. After vowing that I should not be so tempted again, I
began pushing my cart down the road.
The sun was nearly behind the trees that lined the roadway
when I spied a small farm ahead. Having grown up on a farm, I knew it would be
fruitless to call at the house at this hour of the day. The woman of the house
would be cooking supper for her husband and her husband would be attending to
the chores of the farm such as gathering the hens into their coop and then
feeding the livestock. I did resolve to make my call on the morrow after I had
seen the man of the house go off to the fields to work.
To that end, I pushed my cart up to the house and then some
distance from the roadway and after lighting a fire in the stove I used to heat
the copper iron I used for soldering, made myself a small serving of oat
porridge. Upon eating that along with a small bit of my ham slice, I put out
the fire, got my blankets from my cart, and prepared to take my slumbers.
Sleep was difficult to achieve, I would suppose because of
my nap at my noon meal, so I lay there on my blanket and listened to the sounds
of the night. It was the night of a full moon, so the darkness usual inside the
trees was greatly diminished, so diminished that I could plainly see the house
sitting across the roadway. Contrary to what I had always experienced at my old
home, light from a flickering candle still lit the single window I could see.
As my eyes refused to close, I rose and ventured toward the
roadway as I was curious about that lighted window. I saw nothing but shadows
against a wall inside until the sound of the door to the house opening came to
my ears. Someone was leaving the house.
At first, I was concerned that I had been discovered, but as
it was, it was only the lady of the house making a trip to the privy. In the
light of the full moon, I could plainly see her in her white night dress,
candle lantern in hand, and striding toward the small privy to the side of the
house. I thought nothing of this as it was Estelle's custom to do likewise
before retiring.
A short time later, the privy door opened and the woman made
her way back to the house. I had no sooner heard the door close than it was
opened again. My assumption was this would be the man of the house bent upon
the same task, but I was mistaken. The person was another woman in a white
night dress on her way to the privy. She was carrying the same candle lantern.
I knew this because of the distinctive piercings above the glass windows.
At first, I thought this second person to be probably a
daughter, but as I observed her trip, I was struck by the fact that she did not
appear or move as would a young girl. She was as tall as the first woman and
her wide hips made the same motion as the first. A daughter to the first woman
might be as tall as her mother or even taller, but she would not have the wider
hips I had witnessed both Estelle and Emily to have.
After the second woman had returned to the house, I expected
to see the man of the house next, but no such event occurred. The candle light
in the window was extinguished and I assumed the women had gone to bed.
I went back to my blankets wondering at what I had just
seen. It was common in the countryside for a husband's or wife's mother to live
with the woman and her husband once her own husband had gone to his reward, but
neither woman appeared old enough to have birthed the other.
I had never heard of two women living together because such
was just not done. A farm required a man to be successful. Women did not
understand the working of draft animals nor the husbandry of livestock save
possibly the hens that furnished them eggs and the occasional chicken dinner.
Was it possible the man of the house had two wives? This again
was not possible. Even in the countryside, people had a very strict moral code.
Now, I knew that in Honiton, t
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"I feel a wetness."
Estelle sighed as my fingertip again stroked between her
puffy outer lips.
"Yes, it is because you are arousing my passions. The
flow will increase as I become more excited. It is so to ease the passage of
your cock when that time comes."
I confess I was ready for that time to come at that moment,
but refrained from acting upon that urge. Instead, I continued my examination
of Estelle's cunny, for having never seen one, I was very curious.
I parted her lips and saw inside another pair of lips. They
were much more slender and were an exciting series of ripples that originated
at the soft fold of skin at the top of her cunny, the same soft fold I had
touched before. As my fingertip traced between those ripples, they seemed to
grasp and flow around it. Estelle would also make a tiny little mewing sound with
each touch.
As Estelle had predicted, I soon saw a small amount of her
slippery/sticky fluid flow from between the lips I stroked. She moaned then,
and reached for my hand.
"One finger now; inside my portal; and move it in and
out."
I was not certain where such a portal might be located, but
reasoned the fluid must originate from that spot. Slowly I moved my fingertip
down, probing gently as I did so, until it slipped into a spot that seemed to
mold itself around the finger. As I began moving that finger in and out as
Estelle had instructed, her hips rocked and she moaned again.
"Yes, Johnathan; that is the way. You stir my fires as
they have not been stirred in some time. Pray add another finger to the one
that gives me so much pleasure."
The second finger was a snug fit and I was somewhat
concerned about injuring Estelle. I inserted it slowly, and when it joined the
first in her warm, wet depths, began stroking both in and out. Estelle rocked
her hips again, then began lifting her body into each push of my hand.
I felt Estelle's hand on my thigh and looked down. As I
watched, she slipped her slender fingers up my thigh and then grasped my rigid
cock and began stroking its length. To say that was pleasant would be to say a
downpour is slightly damp. My mind was nearly carried away with the sensations
she caused with her soft fingers. I knew what was to come soon, and wished she
would instruct me to plunge my cock inside her lest I spill my seed on her
hand.
She stroked me at the same pace as I moved my fingers in and
out of her cunny for a while, then pulled on my stiff cock.
"Put your cock in my cunny now and move it as you do
your fingers."
Estelle opened her thighs wide as I knelt between them, and
pulled at my cock to guide it to the opening. Once she found the place with my
swollen cock, she pulled on it again. I, in turn, pushed in.
The feeling of my cock slipping into her slippery warmth was
indescribable. Estelle pulled at my hips to push it deeper inside her, and kept
pulling until I felt my sack touching the cleft between her hips. She gasped
when the base of my cock spread her lips and flattened them against her body,
then sighed when I began stroking.
"Ah; it has been so long I am nearly at my end
already."
I was not certain what she meant, but continued to stroke my
cock in and out. After only a few moments, I felt my sack tighten and the now
familiar feeling that meant I would spew my seed. Knowing the inevitable
outcome, I attempted to pull out of her clasping depths that my seed would not
be squirted inside her. Estelle gasped, "No; inside me" and then
began rocking her hips wildly.
Controlling my actions then became an impossibility, for her
gyrations had rendered any such attempt useless. Moments later, I felt the
first spurt erupt from my cock when it was at its deepest penetration of her
cunny.
Estelle cried out then, and arched her back. My second spurt
splashed inside her as she arched higher and then began such a quaking and
rocking it was difficult to keep my cock inside her. I did manage in spite of
all her motions. With a groan, I thrust my cock deep and shot the last spurt as
she cried out and then fell back to the bed.
Estelle wrapped her legs over my back then and held my cock
inside her. She sighed and stroked my back.
"Hmm; this first lesson was quite satisfying. You are
an apt apprentice."
"I only did as you instructed."
"Yes, but you did so with the great vigor I enjoy. I
believe I will have to give you another lesson shortly."
And so Estelle did that night, two more lessons actually.
For the second, she taught me of the ways to increase her passion by the
rubbing of what she called her pearl. Once she had released me from the
entrapment of her legs, I found that nub of flesh had come out from under a
little fold of skin at the top of her cunny lips. It was very pink and very
stiff, and when I touched it, Estelle nearly jumped into the air.
"Oh, yes; gently now, but continue and I will soon want
to be skewered on your wonderful cock again."
The skewering did happen after a while, and Estelle proved
to be even more active in her body movements. As I had already spent once, I
was able to restrain myself, and continued to stroke my cock in and out of her
swollen cunny lips until she cried out loudly and heaved herself up off the bed.
The shaking of her body then was more than I could bear. My cock splattered her
clasping passage with more of my seed.
The third lesson was the same, except the duration was
longer. I attributed this to the partial sating of Estelle's desire and to the
fact I had spent most of the seed my body had stored. Still, the ending was
every bit as wonderful as the first two, and left me gasping for breath as
Estelle pulled me down on top of her. I felt her teats press into my chest as
she held me tight. After a few moments, she chuckled.
"I do believe you have a talent for this work."
I also chuckled.
"It was not work, Ma'am. Nothing so enjoyable could be
called work."
Estelle stroked my back.
"Be that as it may, you have learned your skills well.
Were the hour not late and were I not satisfied for the moment, we would have
yet another lesson. I shall leave you for my own bed for now, but we shall
continue our lessons when my husband is again away. Do not forget what you have
learned tonight."
Estelle then rose from my bed and clasped her hand over her
cunny. She chuckled and remarked the next time she would bring a cloth to stop
the flow of our juices from her body, then left my bedchamber for her own. I
slipped under the blanket and thought of my new teaching.
I was still somewhat fearful of her husband discovering the
truth, but then realized Estelle had as much to fear as did I. Her husband
would surely cast out both her and I were he to know of our coupling. That
understanding caused my fears of discovery to wane, and I fell asleep knowing I
would welcome any lessons she desired to teach me.
Still, I was apprehensive for the next two days, but found
my fears to be unfounded. Estelle greeted her husband upon his return with a
kiss and an embrace, and fixed us a special dinner that evening. Though I
watched carefully from the corners of my eyes, she did not so much as look at
me through the course of the meal.;
Master Eaton did inquire as to my progress with the
manufacture of Estelle's new lantern and I showed him the various pieces I had
shaped and filed. He was pleased and suggested I might make various piercings
on the sides that the lantern would cast a pleasing pattern of light upon any
surface near it when lit.
There were several patterns for such piercings in the shop,
but when I examined them, I found them not to my liking. Instead, I drew a new
pattern of piercings that pleased me. Upon showing them to Master Eaton, he
remarked they were unique and fit for the lantern of his wife. I set about
using a sharp punch to make the series of small holes of the design in the four
sides of the lantern above the openings for the glass panels.;
Our business began to increase with the cool breezes and
shorter days of autumn. The women of the village required new pans for baking
of the usual holiday treats, and the waning daylight forced the use of lanterns
even in the early evening. Master Eaton and I were busy in the shop from early
light to dusk in fashioning these items. As a result, our supply of tin plate
quickly required replacing.
I had thought to go with him to the mill for I had never
done so, but at the last market, all the pastry cutters we had were purchased
and still the women wished for more. He instructed me to stay in the shop and
make as many as possible for the next market day.
I was happy with this decision for two reasons. I had the
week prior to the market day fashioned a few cutters in the shape of the fir
tree that would decorate each home during the Christmas season, and they were
quickly sold for a price twice that for the normal round, oval, or star shaped
cutters. They were simple to manufacture and required little more time than the
other shapes, and it pleased me to know the women of the village wanted more.
The other reason I was happy was that the mill was a day's
travel by wagon. Master Eaton would leave at first light, drive throughout the
day, and then purchase the new stock of tin plate late in the afternoon. The
next morning, he would begin the journey home and arrive in the village as the
sun was setting. I would have almost two days and one night for more of
Estelle's lessons.
True to my wishes, Master Eaton had only just climbed into
the wagon seat and clucked to the horse when Estelle came into the workshop.
"How is my apprentice this fine day?"
"I am doing well, Ma'am. I would hope you are the
same."
Estelle sighed, but then smiled.
"I am not, though I believe there to be a cure."
I was certain I knew what that cure might be, and smiled.
"Would I be able to assist with that remedy?"
"Oh, most certainly you can. It is a remedy I have not
yet taught you. It may require much practice before the remedy is
effective."
In my admittedly limited knowledge, I believed I understood
the normal means of effecting that which Estelle desired. I was at a loss as to
what she was saying.
"Is there not but one remedy?"
Estelle giggled.
"Johnathan, you have much to learn. There are many
remedies, all similar, but all different in some ways. Come. I shall teach you
of two that please me greatly."
Once in my bedchamber, Estelle lost no time in removing her
clothing. As her loose, long legged under-trowsers fell from her hips and then
to the floor, she chuckled.
"The remedy requires you to be without clothing. I
cannot teach you if you remain as you are. Surely you are not embarrassed after
our earlier lessons."
I was not embarrassed. I was only watching Estelle's breasts
wobble about as she removed her clothing and thinking of how they had felt in
my hands. I quickly pulled off my shirt, stepped out of my boots, and then
unfastened my trousers. My cock bobbed in the air when I stepped from them, and
Estelle chuckled again.
"I think my apprentice is ready for the next lesson,
for your cock stands at the ready. We shall begin by easing your desires a bit,
for I see already a droplet of your essence. That and the flood that will
follow cannot enter me this day or I shall quite likely become with child. Do
not be sad. There is another way, a way I believe you will greatly enjoy."
With that confusing statement, Estelle took me by the hand
and bade me lie upon my bed. She sat down on the edge, then grasped my rigid
cock and smiled.
"On such days as this, a proper woman would do
thusly."
I watched, spellbound, as Estelle lowered her face to my
cock, opened her mouth, and engulfed the swollen head. She sucked at it gently
and then I felt her warm, wet tongue licking the underside. Estelle giggled
when I groaned.
"Is this not as I said? I believe you do enjoy my new
method."
She licked all around the darker head and caused me to
groan.
"Yes, it is quite wonderful."
"I quite enjoy my method as well. Perhaps you will find
this as pleasant."
Estelle slowly lowered her mouth over my cock head and then
down my shaft. I felt gentle suction when her cheeks moved inward and then the
sensation of my cock head touching the back of her throat. My hips lurched
upwards of their own accord, and only because of her small hand with which
Estelle gripped my shaft did it not plunge deeper.
Estelle giggled around her mouthful of my cock and then
slowly pulled her lips back up the length. When she reached the rim of my cock
head, she sucked a bit harder and swirled her tongue over the tip. My hips
lurched again.
Estelle's mouth pulled off my cock head with a little smack,
and she looked up at me.
"Shall I continue?"
My hips lurched again because she was slowly stroking my
shaft. The feeling was much more arousing than when I did the same.
"As you said, your new methods might require practice
to perfect, though I think you have already perfected this one."
Estelle giggled and then circled my cock head with her wet
mouth. I felt her hand stroking my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down,
and then her other hand fondling my sack.
At that time in my life, not much manipulation was required
to bring me to my end, and that end was fast approaching. Estelle's stroking
hands and her sucking mouth caused my sack to draw up, and I knew that meant I
would spend. I attempted to warn her but she took no heed.
"Estelle, I cannot stop myself."
She only ceased her sucking and looked at my face.
"Then do not. I shall enjoy what is to come."
She resumed her stroking and sucking then, and I felt the
end approaching. When I groaned again, Estelle thrust her sucking lips down my
shaft until they met her hand and then pulled them back up. She did this
rapidly several times before my loins exploded with the release of seed. As the
first spurt left my throbbing cock, Estelle swallowed and then continued to
swallow. The sensation of her throat closing on my cock head made me groan
again as the second, then third and fourth spurt spewed from my body.
I was shaking somewhat when I eased my thrusting hips back
to the bed. Estelle sucked as she lifted her lips from my cock. After that same
smacking sound as her lips formed around my cock head and then released it, she
used her thumb and fingers to strip up my length. She caught the resulting
drops on her tongue, slipped that tongue into her mouth and then swallowed
again.
"Umm; .I do love the taste of a man and his seed. We
shall do this again presently, though you must learn another lesson first. As I
enjoy your taste, you must learn to enjoy mine."
Estelle lay down beside me then and pulled my hand to her
breast.
"Do as you did for our first lesson. Stroke my pillows
and then my cunny. Once I am flowing with passion, I will teach you of what I
speak."
I am somewhat proud of the fact that flowing was not long in
coming, for this was only my second attempt at applying the skills I had
learned. Estelle's teats quickly rose long and taut under my tongue and lips,
and shortly after I touched her rippled inner lips, I felt the slippery juices
begin to flow.
Estelle was breathing faster, and it was seemingly with
difficulty she stopped her little moans in order to speak.
"Oh, yes; you; you have caused the flow. Now, my able
apprentice, kneel between my legs as before, but; oh; do not enter my cunny
with your cock."
"What am I to do then?"
"Use your tongue to lick my folds and my pearl."
To think of doing so was both fearful and exciting. I had
witnessed the dogs on the estate doing the same, but had never given thought
that people might do such a thing. Estelle seemed to want this, so I put my
fears aside and knelt between her spread thighs.
The hair on her lips glistened with her wetness, and as I
had already separated the strands that my fingers might enter her, her swollen
lips were visible and a little open. A scent came to my nose as I lowered my
face to those lips, a scent I had never smelt before and a scent that made my
already stiffening cock twitch. Tentatively I touched those swollen lips with
the tip of my tongue.
Estelle's juices were surprisingly pleasant to taste and I
wasted no time in licking the length of her lips on the outside. She moaned and
adjusted her position to open herself a little more.
"All around the outside and then between", she
sighed.
It was with increasing pleasure I did as she asked. I found
her outer lips to be very soft and a little puffy feeling. The slender lips
hidden inside were even softer and rippled into folds. Both excited me greatly
both for the wonderful texture as well as her musky and slightly tart taste.
As I lapped away, Estelle seemed to flow from time to time.
I would feel a slight lifting of her hips, and if I let my tongue move down, I
was rewarded by the taste of her fresh juices.
"My pearl now", she murmured between moans and
gasps.
What I had seen as a small hidden button was now swollen
stiff. At the first touch of my tongue, Estelle gasped and lifted her body into
my face.
"Oh, yes; do not stop."
I did not stop, for by that time, I had realized if I
continued, Estelle would reach her end. Making her do so would give me great
pleasure, I thought, even though I could not sheath my cock in her tight cunny.
I licked the stiff little button until Estelle was beginning to thrash about on
my bed.
From my higher position now, I could look over the crinkled
hairs on her mound and see Estelle's face. Her face was to the side and her
mouth was open because she was panting. From time to time, she could close her
mouth and then lick her lips, then resume her panting breaths. I thought the
sight quite a beautiful one.
My tongue happened to slip from the turgid tip and instead
stroked the side. Estelle moaned and her body tensed. Reasoning that several
types of licking might be better for her than only the one, I began sliding my
tongue on each side, then the top, and then back to the tip. Estelle began
lifting her hips regularly, just as she had done when she reached her end
before. A moment later I felt her hands on my head.
"Oh, Johnathan; I am nearly there. Suckle at my pearl
and I shall reach that end."
Though her pearl was small, I was able to seal my lips
around it, and I then began to suckle. The effect upon Estelle was quite remarkable.
She began to rise slowly by arching her back, and I felt her entire body grow
tense. A few moments later, she gasped and her body rose even mor
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The Tinker’s Career: Part 1
The adventures of a tinsmith's apprentice.
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I write this memoir to leave somewhat of a legacy to future
generations, for my trade, like many, will no doubt be replaced by the mindless
machines already in use for the making of pots, pans, and other tin plate work.
Some will no doubt shake their heads at parts of this tale, though I make no
excuses for it. Such has been my life so far, and it was a life lived to the
fullest extent possible. To have done otherwise would mean I would suffer the
regrets common to people who have lived a life of propriety until old age and
therefore barren of excitement and adventure.
I was born Johnathan Harrison Erickson in the year 1753 on
the estates of one Baron Farnsworthy, my father being the manager of the crops
and livestock at the estate. My early years are of little consequence save that
I grew up, as do most boys, being full of adventure and fearing nothing.
At the young age of twelve years I knew nothing of what I
wished to do in life other than to chase the frogs in the brook and to roll
hoops with my brother. I was happy doing so even though there were the
occasional chores to be done around my father's household.
It was expected that I would carry water to the sheep that
provided a lamb for Easter dinner and wool my mother spun into clothing for us.
I was also expected to gather eggs from the hen house every morning and
evening. The gathering of eggs would have normally been a chore for young
girls, but as I had no female siblings, the task fell to me.
I did not mind the sheep. They were calm animals and would
always come to my call in hopes of a morsel of the sweet cake of oats and
molasses I sometimes brought them. True, were I to turn my back on the ram, he
would often give my backside a jolt, but he did so in jest, or at least I
believed such.
The hens and the rooster I did not like. The hens seemed to
be always moody and pecked at my hands when I tried to take the eggs from under
them. The rooster was a massive bird with long spurs, and seemed to believe I
was after his harem for some reason. If I did not watch carefully, he would fly
at me and try to sink his spurs into my leg. Often I wished for a Sunday
chicken dinner at which the rooster would be the main course.
Upon my thirteenth birthday, my father informed me I was to
leave home and learn a trade. He also explained that trade would be as a
tinsmith, for he had arranged an apprenticeship for me with a Master Richard
Eaton of Honiton in Cornwall. I would be indentured to Master Eaton for six
years after which I would have attained the skills of a tinsmith and be able to
earn a living for myself.
I was somewhat put out by this news. By then, I was aware
that while my father was not of the landed gentry, my family did not want as
did some, and I had assumed I would follow in his footsteps in a few years for
such had been the case with he and his father. To learn that not only was that
occupation the one chosen for my younger brother, Edward, but that I was to be
banished to a life some hundred miles away was quite a shock.
I would suppose the reason to be one of intellect and
constitution. Though a year younger than I, my brother stood a head taller and
weighed half again as much. He was as strong as the bullocks he wrestled for
the purpose of separating them from their knackers that spring. Strong though
he was, he had no sense nor inclination toward mathematics or the manual arts.
I, on the other hand, was of slight build and greatly
enjoyed using my mind to guide my hands in the making of things. Mathematics
came easily to me, and I easily learned the basic calculations for the length
of iron to form a hoop of a certain size and to construct the various angles
used by the blacksmith on the estate.
In retrospect, my father's choice was a wise one. I now know
I would not have enjoyed the life of a manager of the fields and livestock
nearly so much as I have enjoyed the trade of tinker.;
I did not understand this at the time of my departure from
the estate and was greatly saddened to see the fine house, barns, and fields
fade into the distance as my father drove the wagon to Whitchurch. It was just
at first light, and I watched the cows walking toward the barn for their
morning milking as the wagon went by their pasture. Boys of my age did not shed
tears over something so small as leaving home, though it was with great
difficulty I did not do so.
In Whitchurch, my father purchased me a passage upon a coach
to Honiton, the village in Cornwall where Master Eaton's shop was located. The
journey was to take three days, and after some conversation and the exchange of
some coin, the coach driver agreed to guide me through the trip. I was also to
sit beside him in his perch high above the horses.
After the first mile, I was happy for that open, but secure
seat. Several of the coach passengers rode on the roof, for the fare for those
seats was much lower than for the padded seats inside. For the reduction in
fare, they had exchanged a soft cushion for the hard, wooden roof of the coach,
and the comfort of being inside for holding on with all their might to the
railing around the roof lest they fall.
It was indeed necessary to hold tight to something, for the
roadway was not at all smooth and level, being pocked here and there with shallow
holes and depressions. As these often occurred on each wheel at a different
time, the coach was jostled about in a fearful manner.
The driver seemed to ignore these pits, and kept encouraging
his team to the trot. At this breakneck speed, the jostling was enough to
loosen one's teeth or so it seemed. Many times I heard the two ladies inside
the coach cry out in fear as a coach wheel dropped into a particularly deep
hole and then climbed back out.
Our first stop was at a way station just outside Andover. At
this station, the horses were changed. It was told to me by the coachman this
was a new practice. Before, he would have driven his team the ten miles from
Whitchurch and then stopped to rest them for an hour. By the changing of the
horses, we would be on our way again in only the time required to lead the
tired team from the coach and then hook up the traces of the new team.
Indeed, this was the case, and I had time only for a drink
of water before climbing to the coachman's box again. He spoke to the new team
and cracked his whip, and we were again off.
The rest of the journey is not worth relating save that the
ride continued to be harsh, the food bad and the sleeping accommodations worse.
After paying my three pence for the first night's lodging and seeing the
scurrying insects when I pulled back the blanket, I joined the coachman on one
of the seats inside the coach for my sleeping place.;
Our arrival in Honiton was likewise uneventful. I dismounted
the driver's box with my small bag of belongings and began looking for Master
Eaton. In his letter to my father, he had said he would wear a red shirt. I
quickly spied him sitting on a bench in front of the station and went to
introduce myself.
Master Eaton looked old to me at the time, but such is the
way the young view adults I would suppose. I later learned he was forty-one at
the time, and had worked many years as a journeyman to earn the title of
Master. He seemed to be a stern man. As my apprenticeship progressed, I found
this was the case, but that he was also a fair man in his appraisal of my work.
After confirming my name, he walked me to the shop attached to one side of his
house.
Though I did not know what to expect, his shop seemed small
in comparison to the blacksmith's shop on the estate. It was indeed smaller,
but I soon learned it was of the appropriate size for the few tools used by a
tinsmith. There was a large table used for the laying out and cutting of the
tin plate with a large shear at one end. The only other equipment I saw were two
devices of iron shaped like the letter "T" stuck into holes in
sections of log and what appeared to be a small stove.
Of more of a surprise was his wife. Upon seeing her in the
kitchen preparing the evening meal, I thought her to be his daughter, for she
looked very much younger than he. Master Eaton introduced her as his wife,
Estelle. She smiled at me and then went back to her work. Master Eaton then
showed me the quarters which would be mine for the duration of my
apprenticeship. It was a very small room, more of a large closet really, and
directly across the hall from the bedchamber he and Estelle used.;
As my apprenticeship was six years and the first four were
only my learning the simpler tasks of the trade, it would be somewhat boring to
relate those first four years here. Suffice it to say I spent nearly a year at
sweeping up the workshop, cleaning the small stove, and filing parts to remove
the sharp edges left by the shears. My day began at first light with a
breakfast of oats and cream, and ended when the sunlight coming into the
workshop through the windows had waned enough it was difficult to see to work.
A supper came after a washing up, and then it was off to bed.
Only Saturday and Sunday were different. Saturday was market
day, and Master Eaton and I would load his wagon with pails, lanterns, and pots
and pans, and then go to the village market to sell them. I was expected to
demonstrate the features of each to customers and to announce the price when
asked. After a day at the market, we would come back to the workshop. I would
again clean up and arrange things while Master Eaton counted the proceeds of
the sales.
On Sundays, we did not work. Master Eaton was a pious man,
and insisted upon my attendance at church in the mornings. The afternoons were
mine to use as I wished, though since I had no coin, I could only enjoy a walk
by the river or a trip through the town to see the sights.;
After that first year, Master Eaton taught me to do simple
layouts and to use the hand shears. I thought this to be a great achievement at
first. After spending hours upon hours laying out and then cutting the ears for
pail and lantern handles, I wished for something more. Gradually over that year
and the next two, Master Eaton taught me the proper use of the tools in the
workshop.
By the fourth year of my training, I could make pastry
cutters in various designs for sale to the local women. These small cutters
were used to cut the dough used for biscuits and tea crackers into pleasing
shapes. They were a joy to make, for I was able to use my own designs as well
as the standard stars, circles, and ovals. It was with some pride I
manufactured pastry cutters in the shape of the waning moon and the snowmen I
had drawn on paper as a child.;
On my eighteenth birthday, Master Eaton instructed me to
make a new candle lantern for Estelle as my first major undertaking. She used
the lantern to light her way should she need to use the privy after dark. Her
old lantern did not yield much light, for the panes were not of glass but of
horn scraped thin enough to be mostly transparent. She wished for one with
glass panes.
The pattern was to be the same, so I would take her lantern
after breakfast, use it during the day to take measurements and to confirm how
it was assembled, and then return it to her at dinner. I was very careful in
constructing the lantern, because it was a test of my skills by Master Eaton,
and also because of its intended owner.
When I first arrived at Master Eaton's workshop, I viewed
Estelle as somewhat an ordinary woman. She was not in my estimation a
particularly pretty woman though she did have a very pleasant smile and I did
like the way in which her long dark-brown hair flowed over her shoulders. Her
cooking was very good as were her efforts to maintain a clean house and to care
for her husband.
On Saturday of every week she changed the sheets on the
beds, including those on mine, then washed them and hung them on the lines
behind the house to dry. The other days of the week she occupied her time with
other housework or the sewing of clothing for herself, Master Eaton, and once I
came to live in the house, for me.
I confess that as I grew older, I began to look upon Estelle
in a different way. I began thinking she was a prettier woman than I had at first
thought, and by the time I reached the age of eighteen, had discovered her to
have a very arousing figure. I could not see much of her curves, of course. The
propriety of the day dictated that women not expose themselves to any save
their husband. She did have some ways of working, however, that tightened her
bodice to her breasts or outlined the curve of her rounded backside when she
assumed certain positions. I was always watching from the corner of my eye for
one of these positions.
Estelle seemed not to notice my observations. She continued
to bend at the waist in front of me when setting my bowl on the table at meal
times. Doing so would cause her breasts to well up to the top of her dress, and
the soft mounds would draw my eyes and fill my head with thoughts of touching
them. She would bend at the waist when retrieving something from her oven as
well, and the way her dress outlined her shapely hips caused similar thoughts.
Those thoughts usually caused a rising in my trousers.
I understood the rising and its purpose, for I had seen the
same rising by the ram each spring. His organ would extend from his sheath as
he nuzzled a ewe who seemed to be agreeable to his attentions. He would then
mount her and thrust his organ through her swollen portal and pump away for a
while. My father had explained this was the way the ram planted his seed in the
ewe.
I had no actual teachings in how this might be accomplished
by people, though I assumed it to be much the same, for I had witnessed the
same event with the cattle and the horses on the estate. I thought surely women
must have a similar entrance though I had never seen a woman in such a state of
undress that I might do a proper inspection. I could only imagine how such an
entrance might appear every time Estelle bent to get some item from a low shelf
or her oven.
It was often I imagined such of an evening, and stroked my
manhood in an attempt to simulate what I imagined how coupling with a woman
would feel. The first time seed erupted from the tip, I gasped, for the
sensation was quite overpowering. It was also very pleasant, and from that day
forth, I would exercise my imagination when visiting the privy.
Those visits were very pleasurable, though I felt the act
would be even more so when done as nature intended. Alas, though I saw several
girls of my age as they accompanied their mothers into the workshop to purchase
a new pail or pan, I was somewhat backward with the ladies. They were a mystery
to me, a mystery that tied my tongue into knots when I attempted to speak to
them.;
As I related earlier, Estelle sewed the clothing we wore
every day. She was an excellent seamstress, though my trousers and shirts
tended to be loose fitting at first. Her reasons for the fit was that I was
growing taller and broader through the shoulders, and were the fit proper at
first, I would quickly be stretching her seams to the breaking point. She would
size my clothing by using a string to obtain the various lengths and
circumferences required, and then lay the string upon a rule and record the
actual dimension.
I was eighteen and a half when she came to the workshop one
afternoon. Master Eaton happened to be away at the rolling mill to purchase a
supply of tin plate that day. I was taking the measurements for Estelle's new
lantern at the time.
Estelle smiled and said my trousers were nearly worn through
at the knees and she would make me a new pair. She produced her measuring
string and began.
Estelle wrapped her string around my waist as she had in the
past, but her fingers seemed to trace from my sides to my belly in a somewhat
different manner. I took little notice of this as her interruption would cost
me half an hour of working time and Master Eaton had given me a required date
for the completion of her lantern.
Estelle pinched the string between her fingers, then laid it
on her rule and noted the length on a small piece of paper. Then, she used her
string to measure from my waist to my ankles. Again, her fingertips seemed to
trace the path of the string, and this time, I felt a twinge in my manhood. She
recorded that measurement as she had for my waist and then proceeded to measure
from my ankle to my crotch. She had never made this measurement in the past and
I wondered at the reason.
She smiled at my expression.
"Boys do not require so loose a fit as men. As you are
nearly a man, I must increase the fit that you may be comfortable."
I understood her meaning and thought this to be a reasonable
explanation, though my manhood and sack had been of a quite larger size for
some time now. That there might be a different reason did not occur to me until
she made the measurement.
With her left hand, Estelle held the end of her string at my
ankle. She asked me to spread my legs a little, and once I had done so, her
right paid out the string as she slowly moved her hand upwards. Her fingers
brushed the inside of my thigh and I felt that same stirring in my manhood.
They moved further up, still slowly, until they touched my sack. My manhood
gave a lurch that pushed out the front of my trousers.
I was quite embarrassed, but Estelle seemed not to notice.
When she turned to do the recording, I quickly pushed my manhood to an upright
position and somewhat relived the bulge in my trousers.
Estelle made the measurement several times, saying she
wished to be certain of the dimension. I was certain she would notice how my
erect manhood still bulged my trousers since her hand touched it with each
measuring attempt, but she said nothing. After she measured around my thigh in
the area of my crotch and touched my sack several times in the process, my
manhood was frightfully erect and I knew she must see it. Still, she gave no
indication different than in the past.
As one might surmise, my manhood would not lay back down
after such an experience. When Estelle went back into the house, I went to the
privy. Remembering how her small hands had touched my body was enough to bring
an end to my arousal. I went back to the workshop to resume my work.;
As I had learned from Master Eaton, all Masters of a certain
craft belonged to a guild of those craftsmen. They met from time to time to
discuss the craft and more importantly, the pricing of such goods the craftsmen
made. In this way, they were able to value their wares at such prices as would
bring in a good income and no Master would seek to price his work lower than
any other. A week after Estelle had measured me for my new trousers, Master
Eaton left for the guild meeting. I knew from past meetings it would be the
next morning when he returned.
Estelle and I ate our evening meal and then prepared for
bed. As was my usual practice, I went to the privy to relieve myself that I
should not require the trip halfway through the night. Upon returning to the
house, I quietly walked down the short hall for I did not wish to disturb
Estelle. When I passed her door, it was ajar a ways, and I could not stop
myself from looking through the opening.
Estelle stood beside their bed and she was without any
clothing at all. She was facing away from me, and I felt my manhood begin to
rise at the sight of her slender thighs, soft rounded hips, and the small
diamond shaped opening between those thighs and hips. I could not tear away my
eyes. Such a sight I had never before seen, and my mind drank in every soft
curve.
Estelle turned toward me then, and her full breasts swayed
gently at the movement. They were round and soft looking, and her teats were
large, darker lumps sitting on likewise dark circles in the very centers of the
firm
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