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Andrea and Gillian. Part 2
Andrea and Gillian. Part 2 - by Tafod Arian, (MFf, NC, Humil)
********************D I S C L A I M E R ********************* 'Andrea and
Gillian. Part 2 ' contains graphic non-consensual as well as consensual
sexual scenes between adults and teenagers. This is FICTION. It
does NOT depict the relationship between actual living people. It is NOT
intended for readers under 18 or those who are easily offended by
pornography. It is NOT for the squeamish. If you are UNDER 18, or if you
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MFf, NC, Humil.
This is dedicated to Melanie - she knows why.
I went for my usual morning walk on the mountain after rising early to
watch the sun rise. I looked down at my cottage and the house next door
but unlike yesterday morning my fun was spoiled by the new curtains over
the windows. (see Andrea and Gillian. Part 1).
At about seven thirty I tapped on the back door of their small house.
It was immediately opened and I looked with a lot of pleasure at Gillian.
She looked excited to see me and, seizing my hand pulled me into the
kitchen. She clearly had an affectionate trusting personality. I let her
hold my hand while I inspected her. She was dressed for school in a short
pleated grey skirt with dark tights and a white blouse, unbuttoned at the
neck with just one button unfastened. She looked like a colt, tall
and leggy with a small bottom, the mounds of her evident
against the front of her blouse which was sufficiently thin for me to see
that she was wearing a bra. She was chattering on about how excited she
was about going to a new school and I just listened indulgently as she ran
on.
"Where's your mother?" I asked. Gillian called her and Andrea came into
the kitchen from the sitting room. She saw me holding Gillian's hand and
went pale. I released her daughter's hand and looked at the anxious
mother. She had clearly been badly frightened by last night's events and
as far as I could tell from a quick inspection she had complied with all my
demands. She was wearing a low-cut yellow dress that showed her deep
cleavage and, indeed, left the upper halves of her plump bare. She
was not wearing a bra and I could see her nipples protruding against the
thin material of her dress but she had tried to preserve some modesty by
wearing a pale yellow slip. I got tantalising flashes of lace under her
short skirt as she walked into the room. Her dress was very short, barely
covering the tops of her and she was wearing shoes with at least
a four-inch heel. Without the support of a bra her bounced and
trembled with every step and the high-heeled shoes caused her bottom to
protrude enticingly. Gillian looked at her in some surprise. ""You
look nice today, Mummy!" she said, "are you going out?". I just looked at
Andrea.
"Nowhere special darling," she said, "I thought that it would be nice to
dress up as we have company!".
"And very nice you look," I complimented her. She looked warily at me
and began to serve the breakfast as Gillian and I sat at the table. To
increase Andrea's anxiety I began to tease Gillian by tickling her thighs
under the table until she had a paroxysm of giggling, tightly clasping her
young thighs against my tickling fingers. Her hurriedly served the
breakfast which passed without further incident.
After breakfast I pushed my chair back and watched Andrea clearing the
breakfast things away. She looked self-conscious in her short low-cut
dress and high heels as she saw her watching her. Gillian got her
things together for school and we heard the bus coming which was to pick
her up. This was a minibus which made a round trip around all the outlying
farms picking up the schoolchildren. Gillian put her blazer on and was
about to pick up her bag when I called her to me. I took a five pound note
from my pocket and offered it to her.
"Something to help ease the day," I smiled.
"Gosh! Thanks ever so much!!" she gasped. I looked over at Andrea and,
taking her daughter's hand I pulled her down onto my knee. I arranged it
so that her thighs were parted and I pressed my thigh up into her
cunt. I kept my eyes on Andrea's terrified wide-eyed stare as I said to
Gillian,
"Don't I get a little kiss then?" She giggled and pressed her body
against mine and, raising her lips, gave me an immature teenager's kiss. I
put my arm round her, pressed my thigh harder against her virgin
cunt, and slipped my hand, holding the note inside the lapel of her blazer.
"Let me put your money away for you," I said sliding it into her inside
pocket and then while looking into the mother's eyes I tightened my
arm around Gillian and casually fondled her daughter's immature
breast through her thin bra. Her was fuller and springier than I
had expected. There is nothing nicer than a teenaged girl's immature
developing tit. It made a lovely handful through her blouse and bra and I
fancied that I could feel her nipple against the palm of my hand.
Time seemed to stand still as I felt the teenager while her watched
in sick fear. Then Gillian giggled and squirmed off my lap. She was
laughing,
"Mummy, isn't Mr Evans naughty?" she giggled, grabbed her bag and was
gone through the door to the bus. I sat and looked at Andrea while I drank
my coffee. My continued scrutiny was making her uncomfortable.
"Well, Andrea," I said, "Did you enjoy having to stand watching me
feeling your and not being able to do anything about it? I am
going to have a lot more fun with Gillian, I can tell you but before that I
am going to enjoy myself with you. Make some fresh coffee and come through
into the sitting room. You may as well get used to it. You are mine now
and you do everything I tell you without question". I walked up to her and
kissed her deeply squeezing her plump hard until she gasped with
pain into my mouth. I put my other hand behind her and slipped my fingers
between the cleft of her protruding buttocks.
"Spread your legs," I said quietly but firmly and her a
little more. She gasped and stood bowlegged while I felt her through
her short skirt. She was flushed and panting as I gave her nipple a last
twist through the dress and left her standing there shaking. "Coffee,
Andrea!" I ordered brusquely and went into the sitting room to relax on the
large settee in front of the fire.
She brought the coffee and put it on a small table beside me. I let her
pour me a cup and looked up at her.
"Kneel Andrea," I said, "you know the position". At once she knelt in
front of me with her hands behind her straight back and her thighs widely
spread. Her frightened eyes looked up into mine. I lay back drinking my
coffee and inspected her at my leisure. I looked up her short dress to the
gash of her slightly gaping surrounded by light fleece. She
was shaking slightly under my scrutiny.
"Did you enjoy seeing me feeling Gillian?", I asked maliciously, "I
could feel even through my trousers and her knickers that she has a plump
hairy little cunt. Her are not as small as I thought either. I am
going to have a lot of fun breaking her in".
Andrea was very pale. "You promised that you wouldn't," she said
miserably. I just looked at her.
"Gillian is very sexy and she clearly likes me. Did you see how eagerly
she sat on my lap? I doubt if I will be able to keep my hands off her. I
am just going to feel free to come into your house and touch up your
daughter whenever the mood takes me. You wont stop me, in fact you will
take every opportunity to invite me in. Is that clear?" She nodded dumbly.
"If Gillian wants to sit on my lap you are not to interfere and you are to
tell her that she is to be friendly towards me. Do you understand?" She
nodded again. I finished my coffee and stood up.
"Undress me," I ordered. Andrea struggled to her feet and stood looking
at me. I took her left in my hand through her thin dress and gave
the nipple a vicious twist, She gasped with pain. "Just do it," I ordered.
The unhappy woman pulled off my tee-shirt and then unbuckled my belt. She
unfastened my zip, taking care I noticed not to touch my prick, and slid my
trousers down leaving me in a pair of boxers. I stepped out of my
trousers. "Take my shorts off" I commanded, and she peeled them obediently
down my legs. I stood naked in front of the trembling sexily-dressed
blonde, my prick semi erect. I stood close to her looking into her
frightened wide blue eyes. "Start wanking me," I ordered. She clasped my
shaft in her soft hand and began to toss me off. I put my hand up her
short dress, enjoying the soft lacy feel of her slip and felt her naked
cunt for the first time. She gasped. "Spread your legs," I said and she
automatically complied. She was standing slightly bow-legged with her
thighs spread giving me complete access to her naked while she slowly
and deliciously tossed me off. I thoroughly felt her while looking
into her eyes and, despite herself, she began to become moist in my hand.
"Listen Andrea," I said quietly, " I am going to do more things to your
body than you have ever dreamt of and I am going to make you do things to
me that you would not have believed yourself capable of. You can do it one
of two ways. You can either resist me all the way in which case you will
not enjoy anything and I will have to you. I may you anyway. I
sometimes do that because I enjoy it," she looked afraid, "or you can relax
and try to co-operate. I assure you that it will become easier as time
goes on. You have not been fucked for a year and your seems ready to
me. One way or another I am going to have you any way I like. Whether you
enjoy it is up to you." She looked dumbly into my eyes and submitted to
having her explored as she wanked me. Against her will she became
wetter and wetter in my hand. I began to finger-fuck her with two fingers
and she began to gasp in time to my strokes and her hips began to writhe as
she tried to balance on the high heels. As I finger-fucked her I squeezed
her with my other hand. I was enjoying hurting her and making her
squirm. "Have you ever a off?" I asked. She was silent. I
gave her nipple a twist, my fingers hard up her wet feeling the lip of
her cervix with my fingertips. "Well?"
"No," she whispered, "I think that it is dirty and degrading for a woman
to have to do that". Well, I ask you! What more encouragement would I
need.
"Get down on your knees, spread your sexy thighs and take my prick into
your mouth". She began to cry. I began to twist her nipple again exerting
a downward pressure until I had forced her to her knees. "I can force you
to do anything I want Andrea," I said, "but I'm tired of forcing you. This
is your last chance. You either do everything I tell you in future,
immediately and without hesitation or I'll take my belt across your fat
sexy arse. You have annoyed me so much by all your whining that I may do
it anyway before I'm finished. Unless your behaviour improves you'll be
screaming before the end of the afternoon". She just looked up at me in
dumb horror. "Kiss my prick," I ordered, "then move your lips to the tip
and take the tip in your mouth". She shuddered but her head moved
reluctantly forward and she kissed my prick with her soft lips about
three inches from the tip. She was crying quietly and continuously. She
moved her mouth slowly up the shaft of my rod to the tip and reluctantly
opened her lips.
I moved my hips slightly forward and the tip of my big stiff prick
entered the moist warmth of her mouth. I pushed it in about an inch and
let it rest there. She automatically closed her lips round the shaft and I
looked down with pleasure at the sexy on her knees before me
with my big stiff prick in her mouth. "Now, take my prick in your hand and
wank me off into your mouth," I said, "on each stroke give a gentle suck".
She automatically began to follow my instructions and before long I was
being given a fairly competent blow-job. "Not bad for a beginner," I
commented, "every so often stop and run your tongue around the
ridge under the head of my prick". I began to feel delicious waves of
sensation from my prick passing down my legs and up my back. I knew that
this would not last long. I took the opportunity to torment the distraught
woman a little more. "Look into my eyes as you suck me off," I ordered,
"What do you think that Gillian would think of her now? I may get
Gillian to suck me off later, I think that that would be fun". Andrea
sobbed on my prick and the warmth from my balls grew stronger. I wound my
hand in her hair so that she could not remove her mouth and began to move
my hips, fucking her mouth. "Suck harder," I said harshly and she obeyed
helplessly. I could feel the sperm being out of my balls and I
pulled her mouth on to my prick further pushing it about four inches in as
I came in her mouth and blasted a load of hot against the back of her
throat. She began to gag but I held her mouth on my prick relentlessly
until she had been compelled to it all. A thin white trickle ran
down from the corner of her lips on to her chin. She just looked up at
me in mute horror as she knelt before me with my softening prick in her
mouth.
I took my prick from her mouth and looked down at her. "Go and get me a
drink," I ordered, "and then go and clean your teeth". I sat on the settee
getting over my while Andrea brought me a whisky. As she
leaned over to put it down I grasped the nipple of her dangling tit and
pulled her down so shat she was lying across my knee. I began to twist her
hard nipple in one hand and to feel her plump arse with the other. I gave
her arse a hard slap while twisting her nipple. She gasped with pain and I
admired the outline of my hand on the white skin of her plump shivering
arse. I pulled her further across my lap by her tit until her fleshy hairy
cunt was rubbing against my semi-erect prick. I did not say anything but I
just began to spank her starting lightly but getting harder and harder
until she first began to gasp with each slap and then to emit a little
squeal. I rubbed my prick into her wet hairy and gave her a really
hard spanking until her arse was a fiery red. She was crying loudly now
and squealing with each stroke.
I stopped spanking her and thoroughly felt her hot arse, digging my
fingers into the soft flesh as I rubbed my prick against her wet cunt. I
pushed a finger up her arse enjoying the way the muscle around her at
first resisted my exploring finger and then seemed to pop open and suck me
in. I began to casually finger-fuck her arse.
"Oh God!" she gasped, "you mustn't do that!" I just laughed.
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do," I said, "Have you forgotten the
spanking you just had. You can easily have another with my belt if you
like".
"Please, no!" she begged, "I will do anything". I pushed the sexy
blonde off my knee on to the floor and she lay looking up at me in fear.
"Go and clean your teeth," I said again. She went to the bathroom.
When she came down from the bathroom she stood uncertainly in the doorway
looking at me. Her dress was beginning to get sweaty and her nylon slip
was sticking to her. All her exertions of the last couple of hours were
having their effect and I could smell the smell of sex and woman pervading
the room. "Come and sit beside me and give me a wank," I ordered, "it is
your job to get me hard for what we will be doing next". She just looked
at me in dumb fear and did as I asked. She really was becoming an expert
wanker. When I was hard I pulled her face to me and began to kiss her
clean mouth. I pushed my hand down the neckline of her dress and began to
feel her plump tit through her thin bra. "Do you feel like a fuck?" I
asked casually.
"We couldn't," she whispered wretchedly, "I am not on the pill. Please
use something if you are going to make me". I just laughed.
"Stand up and go over to the fire-place," I ordered, "put your hands on
the mantelpiece, spread your legs and lean forward with your fat arse stuck
out and your dangling". She took one look at me and knew better than
to argue and went and did as I had told her. I lay back watching the
humiliated waiting to be fucked. I just let her wait while I
finished my drink and then I got up and walked over and stood behind her
shaking form. I pressed my prick against the skirt of her dress as I
leaned over her and began to maul her dangling tits. She gasped with pain
as I twisted her nipples. This was one I enjoyed making suffer a
little. I released her and flicked up the hem of her dress and slip
so that they were lying across her back. The cheeks of her
recently-spanked bottom now glowed at me supported on slender thighs with
sexy dark held up by a pale yellow lacy suspender belt. She
balanced a little unsteadily on her high heels. I put my hand between her
spread thighs and began to feel her wet cunt, feeling all around the outer
lips, gently tugging her pubic fleece until she gasped and finally moving
to finger-fuck her. "Stick your arse out more," I said, and I felt it
press more firmly into me. All this activity had resulted in my getting
hard again and slightly bending my knees so that I was at the right angle I
slid my eight inch stiff prick straight up her wet clinging in
one easy movement until I was buried in her up to the balls.
Her was beautifully moist and clinging. It had obviously not seen
a lot of action as it was almost as tight as a teenager's. She gasped as
she felt me fill her. I just relaxed with my stiff prick hard up the
frightened blonde, smelling her perspiration as I reached under her for her
hanging and began to feel her through her dress. She groaned in
anguish as I began to maul her plump tits. I squeezed and moulded them
just a little too firmly for her to be comfortable and she gasped with
pain. I felt the internal muscles of her clasp my prick a little more
firmly. I began to move in her at first gradually and then more quickly
until I was shafting her with about three quarters of my prick. She began
to gasp. I seized her more firmly and pulled her harder against my
prick, stopping moving in her for a moment as I whispered through her hair,
moist with sweat, into her ear,
"I am doing all the work here Andrea, I am going to stay still and you
press against the fireplace and fuck yourself with my prick". Nothing
happened for a moment as she tried to comprehend what I meant. I just
squeezed a nipple warningly and she began to move backwards and forwards on
my stiff prick fucking herself as I just stood behind her playing with her
tits. I moved my hands to her hips and steadied her. "Stop just a
minute," I ordered. I moved my hands to her zip and drew it down. I
pulled my prick from her tight and pushed her dress down over her
hips. She automatically stepped out of it. "Lose the slip," I said, and
she shrugged it off still with her back to me. I unfastened her bra and
she dropped it on to the floor on top of the discarded slip. She was now
just dressed in a lacy yellow suspender belt supporting sheer dark
stockings, and a pair of shiny high-heeled shoes. She put her hands back
on the mantelpiece and bent forward offering her arse as I reached round
her and pulled her down by the bare nipples. I slid straight up the naked
young mother's tight again and rested with my hairy balls
against her arse. "Now, get fucking," I said brusquely, and just stood
playing with her stiff nipples which she fucked herself on my stiff rod.
"Do you like that, Andrea?" I asked maliciously, "you haven't been fucked
for a year, haven't you missed it?" There was a long silence while she
continued to agitate herself on my cock, knowing better than to stop.
"Well?" I asked.
"This is so wrong," she whispered, "I liked sex when I was but
to do it like this is sinful. We are like animals. You are raping me".
I decided that it was time to finish this part of the game. I moved my
hands from her to her hips and began to fuck her with more purpose,
pulling her on to my stiff prick. I began to feel the familiar warmth in
my balls and I made no attempt to delay the ejaculation. I rammed my prick
as far up her tight as I could and shot a load of hot deep into
her unprotected womb. She gave a loud groan. I put my lips to her ear,
"After that, Gillian may have a little or in about nine
months!". She burst into almost hysterical tears but didn't dare move as I
stood with my softening prick buried up her. I pulled my prick from the
sweaty and wiped it on her slip. I went and sat on the settee.
"Get me a drink, something long and cold " I ordered the weeping woman.
She tottered to the kitchen and brought me a glass of iced lemonade. She
looked very uncomfortable on her high heels and I could see running
down her thigh. I pointed at the floor in front of me and she dumbly knelt
down with her hands behind her back and her thighs spread her wet
gaping open and her trembling thighs smeared with cum.
"What am I going to do?" she wept, "I just can't have a baby at my time
of life, I just can't".
I was tempted to let her suffer but she was coming apart at the seams
and I still needed her for my afternoon entertainment. "Don't be silly
Andrea," I said calmly, "all you have to do is to go and see your doctor
tomorrow and ask for the morning-after pill. While you are there get a
supply of pills because you will be needing them. I wonder if it would be
worth putting Gillian on the pill at the same time". She just looked at me
in dumb horror. I laughed. "Forget about Gillian for the time being but
get yourself fixed up. You don't want to be asking for a morning-after
pill after each of my visits". She realised what I had been saying and
understood it. Now that the fear of an unwanted pregnancy had receded she
was much calmer.
"I am going for a shower," I said, "and then I'll be in the bedroom.
Make me a nice light lunch and bring it upstairs with a bottle of wine". I
left her kneeling in the living room and went for my shower. When I was
done I relaxed on the clean bed and listened to Andrea bustling about down
below. I imagined how uncomfortable she must be with her
sticking to her and her thighs sticky with and not daring to take off
her high heels. She came into the bedroom carrying a tray which she put on
the bedside table. She had made a nice light lunch of fresh rolls, cheese
and ham with a bottle of white wine. I could see from the dew forming on
it that it was nicely chilled.
"Go and have a shower and wash your hair," I said, "put on a nice clean
nightie and come to bed. We can have some lunch together". She took a
nightdress from the dressing-table drawer and went to the bathroom. I lay
dozing until I heard the hairdryer stop and opened my eyes as she came back
into the bedroom. She looked stunning in a sheer black semi-transparent
shortie nightdress the hem of which just covered her which was sharply
defined by a pair of matching tight-fitting panties. The low neckline
displayed a deep and her prominent nipples thrust proudly against
the sheer fitted clinging nylon bodice. Her clean hair fell in soft
waves to her bare shoulders. I looked at her in approval.
"You look lovely, darling," I said calmly. She smiled uncertainly. I
patted the bed beside me and she came and first sat and then lay beside me
on the bed. She smelled sweet and clean. I poured us some wine and we had
a light lunch which she seemed to enjoy. It was as though doing something
ordinary took her mind off the ordeal I was forcing on her. When we had
finished lunch I lay back and pulled the to me so that she was
lying half on her front with her plump sexy pressed against me. I
began to gently kiss her and by now as soon as our lips met her mouth
opened admitting my tongue. I wound one hand in her hair enjoying
the feel and smell of her softness and put the other hand on her bottom
fondling and playing with her plump arse through her as I explored
her clean soft mouth. I took my lips from hers and looked into her blue
eyes.
"Why don't you toss me off, Andrea?" I suggested gently. She gave a
tremulous smile and began to gently wank me. I felt a real change in the
atmosphere. Since I had let her shower and put a nightdress on she seemed
much more relaxed. This could really be to my advantage and I began to
check how relaxed she really was. I put my lips to her ear and began to
whisper to her as I carried on gently fondling her plump bottom as she
wanked me off.
"This morning has been very hard for you darling because I have had to
force you. You would not have done willingly any of the things we have
done. That is not right. Sex is to be enjoyed and I don't want to have to
force you. You used to like sex when you were and if you are
honest with yourself you have missed it since. I told you that you were
mine to do as I liked with and I meant it but how it works is up to you. I
am going to continue fucking you and if I have to keep forcing you I will
have to keep hurting you. If you relax you will begin to enjoy it and I
will not have to force you".
I moved my hand to the front and slipped it under the waistband of her
panties and moved straight down to her cunt. I gently ran my finger down
the groove of her slit and she shivered, tightening her grip on my prick.
Her began to moisten again and I could see that, now that her nerves
were beginning to settle, that she was an excitable and sexy woman. I
began to finger-fuck her as gently as I could just using about half an inch
of my finger She began to pant and rapidly became much wetter in my hand. I
began to gently kiss her as I moved my exploring finger forwards to the
hard little bud of her clitoris and I began to gently caress and stroke it.
She gave a great shudder and pulled her lips from mine and buried her face
in my chest. Without warning her body went into spasm against me as the
waves of a powerful orgasm swept through her. Her flooded into my
hand and I kept on stroking and fondling her clitoris. She rolled on to
her back, pulled her heels up to her arse and splayed her thighs as she
came again. I took my hand from her wet and began to gently feel
her through the sheer bodice of her nightdress as I gave her a deep
kiss which she now accepted.
I lowered my lips to her and began to suck on her prominent
nipple through the nylon of her nightdress. Andrea was gently trembling
from the effects of the two powerful orgasms and her small hand was still
almost automatically tossing me off. I more powerfully on her stiff
nipple, the areola into my mouth. She groaned and put her hand on
my head pressing it into her breast. She clearly had very sensitive
nipples and having them certainly aroused her. I slipped the
neckline of her nightdress down and freed a plump tipped with a
bullet-hard nipple on which I immediately began to nurse, hard and
teasing the stiff proud point with my lips and tongue. She groaned again
and clutched my hair with her hand, pressing me into her. Her heels
pressed against the bed and her thighs were so wide that I could see the
pink slash of her gaping through the dark nylon of her wet panties. I
took my lips from her and whispered into her ear,
"Take your off, darling". Without hesitating she let go of my
stiff prick and slid the thin down her lovely legs. I began to
suck her again and started to work her up with another gentle
finger-fuck, teasing her hard little clitoris. This time she took the
initiative, pulling my head from her with her hand in my hair and
pressing her lips to mine. I put my tongue to her lips which immediately
parted allowing me the freedom of her mouth. She was panting into my kiss
as the sensations emanating from her hot swept through her excited
body. I did not want her to come in my hand so I gently rolled on to her
between her splayed thighs and, without breaking the kiss gently pushed the
eight inch length of my stiff prick straight up her wet receptive as I
looked into her wide baby-blue eyes.
I took my lips from hers and raised myself off her so that I could feel
her plump while I was fucking her. I began a slow gentle fuck
while I fondled her firm trough the sexy material of her
nightdress. I was not riding her hard as I wanted her to begin to enjoy my
attentions. I made sure as I was fucking her that I was far enough forward
that the front of my prick rubbed and stimulated her clitoris with each
stroke. I was only using about half of my prick and the internal muscles
of her were massaging my organ deliciously. I looked into her eyes,
"Is this good for you Andrea?" I asked quietly. She bit her lip and
looked up at me. I knew the struggle that she was having admitting it to
herself and to me so I just waited, feeling her firm as I gently
fucked her. She lost the struggle with propriety and decided on honesty
instead.
"It's lovely!" she whispered shyly, "but we shouldn't be doing it
really!"
"This is only the start, darling," I said, "you will feel much more
relaxed as you gain more experience with me. It can't be wrong. We are
not hurting anyone and it is not wrong to give one another pleasure".
"What about Gillian?" she murmured, "what are we going to do about her?"
"Don't worry," I said, "We'll talk about Gillian later. Just
concentrate now".
I began to fuck her a little harder using a longer stroke and pressing
deeper into her. It became clear that now she was beginning to relax she
was not at all inexperienced. Her hips began to move with my thrusts until
we had worked up a nice rhythm. She clasped her thighs around my waist and
pulled me hard into her with each stroke. I started to ride her more
roughly and she began to emit a high pitched squeal with each stroke as my
stiff prick massaged her hard clitoris. She was now writhing and sweating
under me, her blue eyes wide and staring with the intensity of the emotions
that were sweeping through her. I could see the tell-tale flush spread
from her cheeks to her shoulders and down across her upper chest and I felt
the warmth in my balls and lay further forward on her perspiring body. I
squeezed her firmly and pressed my lips to hers taking possession
of her mouth as my prick spasmed and I came up her hot cunt.
Simultaneously she gave a kind of loud squeal as her whole body was
overtaken by orgasmic spasms. She was gasping in to my mouth as I withdrew
my lips from hers and buried my face in her hair lying on her sweating
body. She sighed and her thighs unclasped from round my waist to lie spread
and relaxed on the bed. She slowly brought her breathing under control as
I lay on her with my softening prick in her wet cunt. She moved slightly
under me and I knew that I was too heavy for her so I moved off her and lay
on my side admiring the sexy woman I had just fucked to a screaming orgasm.
I reached out and began to gently fondle her and she seized my
exploring hand in both of hers and pressed it hard to her bosom.
I took some tissue and gently cleaned her up a little so that she was
more comfortable and poured her a glass of cold wine. We sat propped up on
the pillows drinking wine and eating the last of the lunch. Andrea seemed
lost in her private world. I squeezed her hand and her wide baby-blue eyes
looked into mine.
"Did you enjoy that Andrea?" I asked. She looked away momentarily and
then back into my eyes.
"It was the most lovely feeling I have ever had," she confessed shyly,
"when I was I never felt like that with my husband. I have never
had a proper orgasm before today". I just smiled at her and squeezed her
hand. It was getting late in the afternoon and it was time to be thinking
about Gillian coming home.
"Listen, darling," I said, "I don't want to leave you but time is
getting on. Let's go and have a shower and then we can get dressed.
Gillian will be home in an hour." She began to look anxious again at my
mentioning her and I smiled to myself. There was still a lot she
had to find out about this situation. She was more relaxed with me but she
was still anxious about my intentions towards her sexy daughter.
I gently drew her off the bed by the hand and slipped her sweaty
nightdress off her sexy body and led her to the shower. We showered
together and as I stood behind her under the warm water soaping and
fondling her sexy I was not at all surprised to feel her soft hand
fondle my hairy balls and reach for my prick which she gently wanked to
stiffness again. I kissed her neck under the falling water and turned her
to me. My hand went to her and her thighs immediately and
responsively parted and with her back against the wall of the warm shower
under the waterfall of the cascading drops I went between her thighs and
slid my stiff prick up her in one smooth movement. She pressed herself
against me and I fucked her to another quick orgasm in the warmth of the
falling water. I withdrew as she smothered my face with kisses and we
washed each other all over again! I left her to wash and dry her hair and
I dried myself and collected my clothes. I relaxed on the settee
downstairs while I waited for her.
When she came in to the living room she smiled shyly at me and brought
me a cold beer. She was absolutely beautiful in a high-necked short black
dress apparently without a bra which clung to her hips and bosom and
stunningly set off her soft waves. She was wearing sheer dark
stockings and quite high-heeled shoes. I wondered if she had put
on but I suspected that she had. She looked sexy and magnificent, so
different from the terrified woman of a few hours earlier. She sat close
to me on the settee looking into the fire.
"Gillian will be home soon," she said quietly.
"I am not going to harm Gillian," I said, "she is a very affectionate
girl and I may touch her up a little but only for fun and you have seen
that she enjoys it. She is possibly just a bit too innocent and I mean to
help you bring her on a little". Andrea looked at me dubiously.
"Don't worry," I smiled, "everything will be fine just you see. When
you see how relaxed and happy she is, you will see that I am right. When
Gillian comes in, invite me for supper tonight. I can't join you for
breakfast in the morning as I have to be in Caernarfon early but I'll be
back about two o'clock. We can have the afternoon together before I fly to
Switzerland in the evening to take care of some unfinished business!" (see
'The Climbing Hut'). Andrea smiled tremulously at me. I squeezed her hand
reassuringly and kissed her gently as we heard the back door open. We
parted just as Gillian bounded in with all the energy of youth.
"You look so lovely, Mummy," she said spontaneously, and looked shyly at
me. I smiled at her as she sat opposite me in her school blouse having
taken off the blazer. Her short skirt was pulled high on her plump
thighs and as her legs crossed I got a quick flash of the dark triangle of
her inside her dark tights. She chattered on telling us about her
first day at school and her looked more and more relieved as it
appeared that she had fitted in well to what can be a rather close-knit
parochial community. She had already made a lot of friends and the name
'Peter' began to crop up rather frequently in her chatter, rather too
frequently if the look in her mother's eye was anything to go by!
"I have asked Mr Evans to have dinner and to spend the evening with us,
darling," Andrea said to her daughter, "go and change for dinner and we can
watch some television afterwards. I had stood up to put another log on the
fire and Gillian gave a squeal of delight, leapt up and pressed herself
against me. I put my arms around her and hugged her but did not do
anything to cause her alarm. I released her excited, exciting
body and said gently,
"Do as your says, there's a good girl". She gave us both a
brilliant smile and went upstairs singing happily.
I sat and relaxed on the settee with my drink enjoying the warmth of the
log fire as Andrea prepared the dinner in the kitchen. Gillian came in and
came straight across to sit close by me on the settee. She was dressed in
a tight tee-shirt and a very short white thin pleated skirt about six
inches above the knee. She was not wearing a bra and her immature
breasts were now more prominent with the points of her little nipples
evident against the thin material. Her legs were bare and she was wearing
a fluffy pair of typical teenager's slippers. I wondered if she had
dressed a little more provocatively than usual and what her would
say when she saw her. She did not seem to realise that she was playing
with fire and that teenagers who play with fire sometimes get burnt!
Her came in and gave her a rather startled glance but looked
relieved when it was apparent that Gillian and I were just talking - she
was clearly very apprehensive in spite of my assurances. She may, I felt,
have cause for apprehension. Gillian was a very tempting little piece
indeed. We went through and had a nice light dinner. I had brought a
couple of bottles of champagne which we drunk and I was careful to ensure
that Andrea and Gillian had the majority of it. Andrea kept an anxious eye
on Gillian as it was obvious that she did not usually drink in the house
and the champagne was getting to her. It was also getting to Andrea as I
had made sure that her glass was kept filled. After dinner Andrea and I
went through to the living room and sat on the settee in front of the fire
while Gillian made the coffee. The champagne had affected Andrea more than
somewhat and I could see that her eyelids were very heavy. Gillian brought
the coffee in and sat on the other side of me so that I was between her and
her on the soft comfortable settee. Andrea was on my left and
Gillian on my right. She poured the coffees and Andrea stirred herself.
"Get Mr Evans some brandy darling," she said to Gillian. I watched the
slim form of the teenager outlined in the light from the kitchen as she
poured her and I a drink. Her skirt was almost transparent to the
light and I could see her slender legs outlined beautifully. As she turned
I saw her tit-tilted teenage in sharp relief.
"I've never had brandy, Mummy," she said, "please may I have a taste?".
I didn't give her chance to say no.
"Pour yourself a small glass, Gillian, and bring our drinks over. Come
back and sit by me. Before you do, put the lights out so that we can watch
the film." She did as I asked and the room was now dimly lit by the light
of the fire and by a small concealed table lamp behind us. Andrea switched
the television on using the remote control and I watched the end of the
news in Welsh before the film started. Neither Andrea or Gillian
understood the language but they waited patiently for the film as we drank
our coffee and brandy. I heard Gillian choke a little on the spirit.
"Drink it slowly darling," I said, "it is very strong. Her
instantly tensed as I used the endearment to her daughter. She was very on
edge. The film started and and quickly became engrossed.
Andrea was still drowsy from the alcohol but she stayed awake, at least
temporarily. I was not interested in the film, of course, being much more
interested in my lovely companions. Neither of them could see what I
was doing to the other in the dark. I put my left arm round Andrea and
drew her soft head on to my shoulder. My arm went straight under her
armpit and my hand found her plump springy which I started to gently
fondle through the thin material of her dress. She gave a deep sigh and
relaxed against me as I continued to feel her, gently tweaking her
responsive nipple occasionally. I began to feel her more and more gently
until my hand was barely moving against the curve of her full soft breast.
The gentle caress was having an almost hypnotic effect and, combined with
the alcohol it became too much for her. I heard her breathing deepen and
she fell asleep against my shoulder. I dropped my hand to her waist from
her tit and just gently held her against me while I turned my attention to
her sexy daughter. I put my arm around Gillian with my hand on the
outside of her arm and looked into her excited eyes. I smiled down
at her.
"Your Mummy is asleep so let's be quiet and try not to waken her," I
said softy. Gillian nodded, squeezing her plump thighs together in
excitement and some anticipation. I could smell the faint perspiration
from the excited, rather apprehensive teenager who had also been affected
by the unaccustomed amount of alcohol that she had consumed. I thought
that it was time to play.
"Have you ever had a boy-friend, Gillian?" I asked quietly, my mouth
close to the perfection of her ear. Her blush was obvious even in the dim
firelight.
"I had one boy-friend when I was fourteen and we lived in Kent," she
whispered, "we went out together for about three months before we had to
leave to come here". I tightened my hold, pulling her more firmly against
me as I listened with approval to Andrea's heavy steady breathing. She was
deeply asleep and would not interfere with my plans. I gently drew my left
arm from round the and left her sleeping deeply against my shoulder
as I continued to pay attention to her daughter.
"And I suppose that he often kissed you," I asked quietly. The
teenager's blush deepened. She nodded. I squeezed her arm reassuringly
with my hand and rested my other hand gently on her thigh. She looked down
at it as I continued to whisper into her ear. "Did he used to touch your
breasts?". For the first time she looked at me with some alarm but I just
held her tightly. "Well?" I asked, "did he?"
There was a pause and I could feel her excited but now apprehensive
young body beside me trembling slightly. I waited for the to collect
herself. I knew that she would tell me eventually.
"He used to touch me in the dark when we were watching television or in
the cinema," she whispered. I laughed gently.
"You mean that he used to feel you. You sat and let a feel your
tits without doing anything to stop him. Does your Mummy know?" She shook
her head violently.
"Please don't tell her," she begged. I moved my hand under her armpit
and rested it on her hip just below the curve of her firm as I
checked on Andrea. Good, she was still deeply asleep. I now had just the
sort of hold over Gillian that I wanted. She was afraid to let her
know of her childish sexual experimentation and this fear put her right
into my hands.
"Did he put his hand down your dress and feel your bare tits?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Has anybody ever felt your bare tits?" She shook her
head again. "Excellent!" I thought.
"Did your boyfriend put his hand up your dress and feel your cunt?" I
asked maliciously knowing how this would embarrass her. She shook her head
violently. "You do know what your is, I suppose?" I said. She looked
into the fire and nodded. "Do you know what a boy's prick is?" she nodded,
too afraid to lie. "Did you ever touch your boy-friend's prick?" I asked.
She shook her head violently again. She was certainly very immature and
innocent for a fifteen year old! I knew that I did not have very much time
as Andrea would be awake soon. I took my hand from Gillian's thigh and
tilted her face up to mine.
"Give me a nice kiss," I commanded and it was a measure of her fear that
she did not hesitate. I gently kissed the frightened teenager's soft lips
while looking into her wide eyes. I gently moved my tongue forward until I
felt her closed mouth and I ran the tip along her lips while pressing just
a little more firmly. Her lips parted and I slid my tongue into the
startled girl's mouth and gave her a relatively gentle but deep kiss. She
panted into my mouth. I took my lips from hers.
"Did your boy-friend kiss you like that?" I asked. She shook her head.
"Have you ever been kissed like that?" she shook her head again. "Did you
like it?" She looked into the fire and did not answer. I smiled to myself.
I knew that she was waiting for me to touch her further but I am more
subtle than that! I withdrew my arm from round her and turned to her
mother. Was it my imagination or did Gillian look a little disappointed?
"Go and get ready for bed," I ordered in a tone that brooked no refusal,
"when you are ready, come back down here in the nicest nightie you have, no
slippers and no dressing-gown, understand?" She nodded and went upstairs.
I moved my hand up on to Andrea's and began to fondle her firmly,
tweaking her nipple as it erected under my touch. I kissed her ear and she
sighed and awaked, immediately looking around in alarm.
"Where's Gillian?" she gasped, "what have you done?" I laughed.
"Calm down," I said, squeezing her tit in my hand, "I haven't done
anything. She's gone to have a shower and to get ready for bed. She'll be
down in a minute". She looked at me doubtfully as she became fully awake
but seemed reassured as she heard her in the bathroom.
"I'll go and make some supper," Andrea said. I gently kissed her, gave
her a last feel and let her get to her feet. I relaxed as I
listened to the domestic noises from the kitchen as the made supper
and from the bathroom as the showered. Andrea called me and I
went through to the kitchen. She had made a very light supper and I sat
and waited for Gillian to join us.
When she came in I looked at her with approval and her with
absolute astonishment. She was wearing a black sheer nylon nightdress
which reached the level of her hips. The bosom was close-fitting and it
clung tightly to her proud firm breasts. The neckline was very low
and showed the start of her cleavage. The nightdress was very simple with
no lace or other decoration but it was stunningly effective on Gillian's
firm body. The glamorous night-gown was complemented by a pair of
very tight high-cut which outlined and clearly defined the firm
plump lips of her cunt. I could even see the soft fleece on her
pubic mound through the thin material. She had left her hair loose
and flowing. She looked simply amazing. I got in first before her
had recovered from the shock.
"You look absolutely lovely, Gillian darling," I said, "come and sit
beside me". Her gasped again in outrage.
"Gillian!" she said rather shrilly, "what are you thinking of. You
can't dress like that in front of Mr Evans. Go and put a dressing-gown on
at once!" It was time to exercise some authority. I looked into Andrea's
eyes and said quietly
"I don't want you to put a dressing gown on Gillian. You look just fine
as you are. Now come and sit beside me at once!" Her mother's eyes,
defeated, moved from mine and Gillian came to sit beside me on the bench
seat by the table. It was time to let Andrea know how things were going to
be. By relaxing and accommodating herself to my desires during the
afternoon she had felt more comfortable and less afraid in spite of what I
had made her do. It was time to move on now though. I had had Andrea, now
I wanted Gillian.
"You just serve the supper and don't interfere," I said to the anxious
young mother. I turned to her virtually naked teenaged and tilted
her mouth up to mine. I put my lips to hers and began to kiss her. This
time her lips opened without hesitation and I gave her a long deep sexy
kiss that left Gillian gasping and her trembling with anxiety for
her daughter. I released her and laughed.
"You are a fast learner, Gillian," I said, "now let's have supper." Her
mother served the supper and sat opposite us. I behaved perfectly and did
not touch either her or her daughter. I just enjoyed my supper. It was
now getting late.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, what are your plans?" I asked. There was a pause
and then Andrea said,
"I shall be at home, the shopping is being delivered and there is still
plenty to do in the house". I looked at Gillian,
"I have been invited to the Chapel Youth Club in the morning and then
there are trials for the school hockey team. I was hoping to be out all
day. The trials finish at about five o'clock so I should be home for
dinner at about six. Will that be all right, Mummy?" Andrea looked at me
but I said nothing.
"That's all right darling," she said, "you should have a very nice day
with your new friends". I looked at the pretty pair.
"I am going into Caernarfon again in the morning to pick up my plane
tickets for Switzerland. I have to drive to the airport in Manchester for
a plane about midnight so I shall have to leave no later than seven
o'clock. I'll come round for lunch when I come back from Caernarfon Andrea,
and we can spend the afternoon together. When you come home from school
I'll have a little time with you Gillian before I leave. I shall be away
for four or five days". The and just looked at the
who, without effort appeared to have taken over their lives. "Andrea, you
clear the supper things away and don't come into the living room until I
call you - just get on with the washing up. Gillian, it is getting near
your bed-time." It was now clear to the two women that my requests had
become commands and they were aware of the change in the atmosphere as I
exerted my dominance over them. I got up and went through into the dark
living room and sat on a comfortable chair.
"Come in here and say good night to me, Gillian," I said.
She came from the kitchen and stood in the open doorway of the dark
room, back-lit by the light from the kitchen. I could see every detail of
her firm body through the thin night-dress as she stood uncertainly
waiting.
"Come here," I said, holding out my hand. She came to me and I took her
small hand and drew her down on to my knee. I put my arm around her, under
her armpit so that my hand was resting on the plump puppy fat of her
belly which I fondled through the thin material. She shivered.
"Kiss me," I said quietly and she raised her lips to mine. I gave her a
gentle kiss and then I took my lips from hers and looked into her
eyes. "You said that you had never had your bare felt," I said. She
looked at me without speaking. I slowly moved my hand from her stomach to
her tit and began to feel her springy through the thin nylon. Her
young filled my hand and I could feel the stiffening of her excited
nipple. She gasped as I began to kiss her again. This time my kiss was
more demanding and I began to take full possession of her clean mouth
exploring her lips and gums luxuriously and leisurely with my tongue and
sucking on her soft tongue. While kissing her I moved my hand to her other
breast and stiffened that nipple up as well. Things had gone very quiet in
the kitchen and I could imagine Andrea sitting, consumed with anxiety,
wondering what I was doing to her but powerless to interfere.
Enough for tonight, I thought, easing Gillian to her feet.
"Go and say goodnight to your Mummy, I'll see you tomorrow," I said and
enjoyed the sight of her bottom as it wiggled through the lighted
doorway into the kitchen. I heard her kiss Andrea and wish her goodnight
before going up the stairs. Playing with Gillian had got me aroused again.
"Andrea, come in here" I called peremptorily. She immediately obeyed.
"What did you do to Gillian?" she asked. I laughed.
"Nothing much, I just kissed her and felt her a little. She enjoyed it.
She didn't look too distressed did she?" Andrea looked confused. "Are you
wearing panties?" I asked. Andrea just nodded. "Well take them off and
give them to me," I ordered. She slipped the dark sheer down her
sexy slender legs and held them out to me. I just let her stand holding
them. It always humiliates women if who have the power to make them
take off their just let them stand there offering them. I took
them eventually and put them in my pocket. I drew Andrea into my arms and
began to kiss her, feeling her through the thin material of her
dress with one hand and putting the other hand straight up the hem of her
short dress between her thighs on to her which I began to fondle,
rapidly moving to a finger-fuck as I kissed her deeply. I quickly put a
second finger up her tight wet and began to vigorously massage her
cunt walls. I began to squeeze her tit more tightly, twisting her nipple.
Something about this vulnerable made me want to make her
suffer from time to time. I broke the kiss and said into her ear through
the soft curtain of her hair. "Toss me off, Andrea," I ordered.
She pulled my zip down and began to wank my stiff prick.
"I think a fuck would help us to sleep, don't you Andrea?" She looked
helplessly at me. I pushed her down on the settee. "Spread your thighs,"
I ordered and she automatically did as I commanded. Her was wet and
ready and I slid straight up her to the balls with no trouble. I began to
shaft her without bothering too much about her pleasure. It was probably
time to call it a day but I could not resist a last hard fuck. Her thighs
came up and grasped my waist as I took her in my hands and began to
roughly squeeze them. She gasped. I increased the length of my stroke and
gave her a really rough ride, shagging the arse off her. I came up her
without bothering about her orgasm and lay on her sweaty body mauling her
plump sensitive tits. She had tears in her eyes but lay clasping me to her
with her thighs, her dress clinging to her perspiring body. I withdrew
from her and stood looking down at Andrea as I zipped my trousers.
"Don' forget to go to the doctor's tomorrow," I said mockingly, as I
went to the door. I looked back at the fucked-out lying with her
thighs splayed my running down over her arse on to the settee from the
gaping slash of her cunt. "I'll see you for lunch".
I went back to my cottage and poured myself a drink as I stood looking
out at the cold light of the moon on the mountain. I thought over the
events of the day and smiled with satisfaction. Things boded well for
tomorrow. I blew out the lamp and went to bed, falling asleep immediately.
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This is the second part of a three-part story. If you would like any
more on Andrea and Gillian, let me know. I may add to this if there is
enough interest. Comments, criticism and suggestions for future
are always welcome at aled7@yahoo.com