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Authors name: Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
Story title : Andrea and Gillian - Part 1 of 3
Domination of a submissive woman by a confident man.
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Andrea and Gillian. Part 1 (MFf, NC, Humil)
by Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
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This story is dedicated to Melanie - she knows why.
***
I had returned to Wales for a week to recover after the
events in Switzerland and I already had my flight booked
to go back to finish the job there before the end of
Jonathan and Jane's honeymoon (see `The Climbing Hut'). I
needed some entertainment while I was back in the valley
and, looking out of my window, I began to wonder if it
had arrived!!
I saw a removal van pull up at the house next door. It
was followed by a small car out of which got a woman in
her early thirties and a girl of about fifteen. The woman
was about five foot eight and blonde with long hair
falling to just past her shoulders. From what I could see
at a distance she looked rather pretty although her
figure was hidden under a loose sweater but she was
wearing jeans which displayed a promising bottom. The
girl was slim and wearing tight jeans and wore a tee-
shirt revealing fairly small breasts which were just
suited to her slender figure. It seemed probable that
they were mother and daughter and there did not seem to
be a man in evidence.
I spent the day on and off watching them move in and as
it began to get dark and the removal van had left I took
my drink on to my porch looking across from the shadow of
my trees towards their lighted windows, on which of
course, they had not yet had time to hang curtains. I
watched them passing in front of the lighted windows from
time to time. I was now much closer and I was pleased to
see that I had not been wrong about the mother at all.
She was an extremely pretty woman with very fair
colouring admirably set off by her blonde hair. Now that
she had taken off her sweater it was clear that she was
well-made indeed. Her breasts were prominent although
still not well displayed under a loose shirt but they
appeared to have a fine tilt and hardly any sag. Her legs
and bottom were now more clearly visible and as I was
closer looked more than promising. She had long slender
legs running all the way up to a firm bottom, her plump
buttock cheeks well displayed by the tight denim.
I paid a little more attention to the daughter. As I had
thought she was slim, much slimmer than her mother with
long legs and a rather small firm bottom. Her breasts
were not as small than I had thought earlier making
perceptible mounds in her tee-shirt. She was also rather
pretty but not as good-looking as her mother. She would
benefit from the passing of a couple more years to allow
her to fill out and to mature a little.
I had just returned to Wales from Switzerland following
my encounter with Jonathan (see `The Climbing Hut') and I
had three days before I planned to return to renew my
acquaintance with him and to meet his wife Jane, a
meeting that I had threatened, that he was terrified of
but that would happen anyway. I needed some entertainment
for the next three days and it looked as though it had
just moved in next door. How convenient!!! It was getting
late and I watched the windows next door until the lights
went out. It was now becoming rather cold as the evening
dew began to form. I watched the moon rise over the
shoulder of the mountain and went into my cottage to make
some provisional plans.
The daughter was probably too young and inexperienced to
make her a satisfying target but she was extremely useful
in that her being around would allow me to terrify the
mother into doing anything I wanted. However, one can
never tell what may develop! Those of you have become
acquainted with me will know that physical domination is
not enough for me. I like to get into the heads of the
people I encounter so that it changes them and they are
remade by their meetings with me. I poured myself a drink
and sat looking into the fire as I listened to the wind
rattling the windows of the old cottage. I slowly thought
the situation through and made some tentative plans,
necessarily tentative, since I had limited time and it
was impossible really to foresee what tomorrow may bring.
I finished my drink, put out the lamp and went to bed
falling immediately into the dreamless sleep which seems
the birthright of those who have no conscience.
The following morning I arose early and went for a walk
up the mountain. I watched the sun rise and looked down
at my cottage and the small house next door. I had taken
a small but powerful pair of binoculars with me, not
really expecting to see anything. How wrong I was!!. The
mother and daughter appeared to think that the house
already had curtains, or perhaps they thought that the
shattered rock and heather slopes of the mountain which
began at the bottom of their small garden were too
uninviting for anyone to be up there at that time.
The first one I saw was the daughter. I could see right
into her bedroom and she had already got up when I saw
her first. She was wearing a tight tee-shirt and a small
pair of black panties which clung to and outlined the
soft curve of her young bottom. I paid more attention to
her breasts. Although she seemed a late developer for
her age under the tight tee-shirt she displayed very
promising breast mounds. Her legs were long and lovely
and nicely complemented her tight young bottom. She had
tied her hair in a neat pony tail.
I switched my attention to the kitchen window and was
rewarded by the sight of the mother bending forward over
the sink. I instantly saw that I would not be
disappointed!. They must have spent the day yesterday
heating the small house and left the heaters on all night
because the mother was just dressed in a shortie nightie
and a pair of matching panties in black nylon which left
little to the imagination. The nightie had a low cut
bodice which clung to and accentuated her firm breasts. I
could see that my original impression had not been
mistaken. She had very firm outstanding breasts with
hardly any sag, quite impressive in a woman her age. They
were so clearly defined by the thin nylon that even at
this distance I could see the prominent bulges of her
nipples against the material and the dark circles of what
looked like rather large areolae. As the morning light
shone through the kitchen window it illuminated her
figure as though by a spotlight. Her hair was loose
falling in blonde waves to just below her shoulders and I
could see that her face was unlined and as pretty as I
had previously thought.
Even at this distance my binoculars showed that she had
the wide blue eyes that so often accompany fair
colouring. She had a long slender neck supported on
rather square shoulders. The expanse of her prominent
bosom tapered to a slender but not thin waist and then
broadened to roomy, but not fat, hips. As she turned I
could see the outline of a prominent pubic mound defined
by the tight high-cut panties. When her back was to me as
she reached up to a high shelf throwing the muscles of
her calves and thighs in sharp relief. The dimples in the
soft flesh behind her knees disappeared as the skin
tightened as she stretched. Her bottom was shown to
advantage in this position as the nightie rode up and I
could see the whole expanse of her buttocks hardly hidden
by a thin film of taut nylon which caught in and defined
the cleft between her cheeks.
"Very nice indeed," I thought, "that will do me fine for
the next couple of days until I return to Switzerland."
I went down the mountain to my cottage where I had a
quick breakfast. The windows were open and I could hear
the sounds of female voices and laughter from next door
as they settled in. I began to think that it was time
that I introduced myself. I went round and tapped gently
on the back door. The teenager opened it and looked
enquiringly at me. Since I saw her from the mountain she
had dressed in a short red pleated skirt about five
inches above the knee and another tight tee-shirt. Her
hair was still in the pony-tail. She looked even younger
than I had originally thought.
"I live next door," I said, "Can I have a word with your
mother?".
At this the mother came into the kitchen and gave me a
ready smile. Her hair was still loose around her
shoulders. She had dressed in a thin yellow house-dress,
about an inch above the knee, fairly low-cut which showed
the start of her cleavage. Here legs were bare. She
motioned me into the room and I shut the door. She held
out her hand with an infectious open friendliness and
said, "We wondered who was living in the cottage next
door. I am Andrea and this is my daughter, Gillian.
Please sit down, we were about to have some coffee".
I sat and chatted as she fussed about getting coffee for
us. I was watching her closely and my scrutiny was making
her self-conscious.
"Just right," I thought, "A little off balance is just
fine by me".
Andrea chattered on inconsequentially and I just sat and
quietly drank coffee watching the pair of them. It
appeared that Gillian had been invited that evening to
the Chapel youth club so that she could get to know some
of the young people in the village. Things were working
out quite nicely.
"You have an awful lot to do here, Andrea," I said
quietly, "I have to go into Caernarfon this afternoon but
I'll be back about four. If Gillian is going to be out
why don't I come in and help you? You need some shelves
putting up and the curtains should really be up before
tonight".
Andrea looked doubtful. I had introduced myself by name
when I came in and I now had an unexpected ally in
Gillian.
"Go on, mum," she said eagerly, "if Mr Evans is here to
help you, you won't be alone and I can stay at the youth
club a little longer".
"Thanks very much," Andrea said shyly, "come round when
you are free and we can have some supper before Gillian
comes home".
She looked at me and blushed. It was clear that she feel
a little excited and uncomfortable at the prospect of
being alone with me. These were just the sort of feelings
I wanted her to have. I left soon afterwards and drove
down the pass into the town where I completed everything
I had to do and returned to the cottage at about three
o'clock. I had a long bath and changed into loose
trousers with no underwear and a white silk polo-necked
sweater. I went next door and tapped lightly.
Andrea opened the door almost immediately and smiled
rather nervously at me. She had changed into a short
white pleated skirt and a rather tight-fitting low-cut
white blouse through which I could see the tantalizing
lacy cups of her bra. She did not appear to be wearing a
slip. She had put on dark stockings or tights since the
morning. I thought that her attire was a little odd if
she intended to do much in the way of putting up shelves
and curtains!.
Gillian was dressed in a very pretty pale yellow high-
necked, rather short, dress and was also wearing dark
stockings or tights. her little breasts bulging the dress
front discreetly but sweetly.
"You look beautiful, Gillian," I said.
She blushed and smiled shyly at me. Just then we heard
the sound of a car horn.
"That will be my lift," Gillian said brightly, "have
fun!"
"Just a minute, Gillian," I said, taking a twenty pound
note from my pocket and handing it to her. "Have a good
time".
She gave a squeal of joy and pressed her slim young body
against me for a moment, kissing my cheek and then she
was gone. I looked around the room. They had clearly
been working very hard since the morning and the curtains
were already up. The house was considerably tidier and a
lot of the junk of the move was no longer evident. I
smiled at Andrea.
"You don't seem to need me as much as you did this
morning," I remarked, "you have got on very quickly".
"Yes," she answered, "once we started it all went well. I
am really too tired to do any more tonight. Would you
like to stay for supper?"
I thanked her and sat down on the large comfortable
settee in front of the fire. Andrea got me a drink and
was bustling around in the kitchen and I could smell a
delicious aroma through the open door. I got up and went
and stood in the open doorway watching her. As it had
this morning it made her uncomfortable. She seemed very
shy. As she bent to the oven, her blouse fell away from
her chest a little and I looked straight down into her
bosom. She had really splendid breasts standing high and
proud with a very deep cleavage. She caught me watching
her and she reddened under my scrutiny. I just smiled to
myself. She served an excellent casserole and we had
supper talking generally, or rather she was talking
nervously, almost compulsively, and I was listening. I
got the history of her and Gillian with no real
difficulty. She was recently divorced and had come to
Wales hoping for some quiet and a change of scene to try
to put her life back in order.
We took our coffee and some rather nice brandy to the
settee and I sat a little closer to her than she perhaps
expected. I put my glass down and casually put my hand on
her thigh just above the knee under the hem of her dress,
caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh through her
stocking with my fingers. She gasped and closed her
thighs putting her hand over mine and trying to move it.
"My God!" she gasped, "what are you doing? You can't do
that!"
I tilted her chin towards me and looked into her
frightened eyes.
"You just think I can't," I said menacingly, "don't even
try to struggle".
I had gathered from her general air both this morning and
this evening that she was a submissive rather than a
dominant personality which was good. I wanted to have
everything I wanted from her without having to seriously
physically hurt her too much. She looked terrified as her
wide blue eyes gazed with horror into mine.
"You can have a choice," I said, "I want some fun for the
next couple of days before I go away and it is either
going to be with you or with Gillian".
"Oh my God!" she gasped again, "you couldn't be so wicked
as to touch my baby. She is only fifteen".
"Well," I said, "the choice is yours. It is either you or
your baby!".
She began to cry. Things were going rather well. Those of
you that know me will know that I am never crude. I could
have simply stripped and raped her but that would not
have satisfied me. I needed to get inside her head and to
allow her to humiliate herself. I wanted to remember the
next couple of days. I took my hand off her knee and lay
back looking at her.
"I could do with another drink," I said casually.
She jumped up as though the settee was red hot. Clearly
she felt better if there was some distance between us.
What she didn't realise was that I had also got up and
followed her to the sideboard where the drinks were laid
out on a small tray. When she tried to turn she realised
that I was right behind her. She gasped and stiffened. I
was also stiff and I moved closer so that my erect prick
was pressed against the cleft of her bottom. I had her
trapped against the sideboard and she could not move. I
could feel her trembling and could hear her terrified
panting breathing. I lowered my lips to her neck and
gently kissed her just where her neck and shoulder
joined.
She shuddered. I put my hands lightly on her waist, well
below her breasts and whispered into her ear, "Now we are
going to have a little talk. There are a few things about
you and Gillian that I want to know".
She gave a quiet sob. I kissed her neck again and as I
bent forward I could see down her cleavage. I could also
smell the perspiration of a frightened woman. I moved my
hands slightly so that they were resting on the soft
swell of her hips; I could feel the elastic of her
panties through the thin dress and I could also feel the
outline of a suspender belt. Good, she was wearing
stockings, not tights.
"When were you last fucked?" I asked casually. She gave a
loud gasp and stiffened in horror.
"You crude animal", she said harshly, her voice
trembling. "You cant use that kind of language to me". I
laughed again.
"You will be surprised what language we will both be
using in the next couple of days, Andrea. Now, I don't
usually ask questions twice but on this occasion I'll
make an exception. You don't really need to find out what
will happen if you are disobedient or if you annoy me.
When were you last fucked?".
There was a long silence and I just stood holding her
hips and waiting. I knew how frightened she was and that
it would take her a moment or two to adjust to the
situation and to get her thoughts straight. She had one
or two attempts at answering and then stammered, "I told
you that I was divorced. My marriage had not been good
for a couple of years. My husband and I only made love
about once a month and towards the end it was much less
than that. I haven't made love for about a year".
"That's not what I asked you," I said, "I asked when you
were last fucked.
Now get the words right or you'll be sorry".
She tried desperately to get the words out but found it
almost impossible. I knew how she was feeling but I also
knew how important it was for her to realize that I was
in complete control and could make her do anything I
wanted. Finally she whispered wretchedly, "I was last
fucked about a year ago"
"There you are," I said cheerfully, "that wasn't so hard
was it? Now tell me about Gillian. She seems very young
for her age. Do you think that she is a virgin?" I heard
her horrified gasp.
"Of course she is a virgin," she stammered, "she has
never had a serious boyfriend and her father was very
cold towards her. She doesn't know how to behave around
men". I laughed again.
"I think that I can help to bring Gillian on a little for
you. Would you like that?"
She gasped with horror again and I could feel her body
begin to tremble more under my hands. I slid my hands
from her hips round on to her plump belly and pulled her
firmly against my prick.
"Please leave Gillian alone," she begged, "I'll do
anything". I just laughed and slid my hands back to her
waist and kissed her neck. I took my hands from her
waist, left her standing by the sideboard without
touching her further and went and sat down on the settee.
"Bring my drink over here," I commanded brusquely, "put
it on the table and stand in front of me".
She brought my drink and stood uncertainly in front of me
twisting her hands nervously.
"I don't want to have to sit looking up at you," I said.
"kneel down just in front of me".
The frightened woman did exactly as I had ordered her to
without further protest. It was interesting how much
domination I had already achieved by just holding her
chin and threatening her with paying attention to
Gillian. She really was a truly submissive character. It
was time to turn this more to my advantage.
"Now we are going to talk but when you are kneeling in
this position, which you will be doing quite a lot, you
put your hands behind your back keep your head up,
looking into my eyes so that your breasts stick out, and
you separate your thighs widely. If you forget I have
ways of making you remember that you will surely regret.
Now do it!"
Against her will but to afraid to refuse, the terrified
woman put her hands behind her back and sat up with a
straight back. Her prominent breasts were nicely
displayed. She reluctantly began to open her thighs and,
seeing the look in my eyes quickly continued until they
were widely splayed. I looked down at her with some
pleasure. She was an exciting, enticing sight for any
man. Her blue eyes were wide with fear and her blonde
hair fell in soft waves to her bare shoulders. In the
position she had been forced to assume her breasts
strained against the thin silk of her white blouse and
the lacy cups of her bra were prominently displayed
through the thin material. Her short skirt had ridden
high on her plump thighs and I could see the tops of her
stockings just under the hem of the skirt.
"Were you a virgin when you were married?" I asked
casually, "I want you to tell me about your sexual
experience with your husband before you were married.
Tell me what you used to do together and how far your
sexual experience extended. You better think carefully. I
will give you one chance to choose the right words and I
will correct you once only. After that I will punish you
and you will be really sorry. Well, I'm waiting and my
patience is running out!"
She went pale and clearly found talking about intimate
subjects with a man difficult, particularly with a man
who an hour after he had entered her house had her
kneeling submissively in front of him with her thighs
spread.
"I was a virgin" she whispered, "my husband never fucked
me before we were married. He used to touch my breasts
over the clothes when it was dark and once, when we were
swimming he put his hand down inside my top on to my bare
breast. He never touched my sex at all and I never
touched his" I sat looking down at her with a faint
smile.
"That was pathetic, Andrea. I told you to use the proper
words and you know what they are. Now unless you want me
to punish you, let's go over that again, for the last
time and properly this time. This is what happened. You
were last fucked a year ago. Your husband used to feel
your pretty tits through your clothes and once he got his
hand on your bare tit. He never felt your cunt and you
never touched his prick before you were married. Is that
right?". She looked up at me with horror, her body was
trembling making her breasts quiver deliciously and
nodded dumbly. I just looked at her.
"My husband used to feel my tits through my dress," she
whispered, "but he never felt my cunt and I never saw or
felt his prick until our wedding night".
"Did he have a big prick?" I asked, "how would you know
anyway? How many pricks have you felt?"
"Just his," she whispered.
"All right then," I said, "feel mine and tell me if it is
bigger"
"I couldn't!" she gasped in horror, "I just couldn't".
"You don't have a lot of choice," I said, "have you
forgotten what I said about Gillian?" She began to cry
quietly but took her hand from behind her back and began
to move it towards my thigh. I just lay back with my
thighs apart as she came between them to reach me.
"Pull my zip down and feel me properly, Andrea," I
ordered. Her delicate hand reached for my zip and as she
did, she bent towards me and the soft springy flesh of
her tit pressed against my knee. She gasped but slowly
pulled my zip down. She looked up at me, blushing and
afraid. I pressed my knee against the flesh of her plump
tit, making her gasp again.
"Don't move your body," I ordered, "just put your hands
in my trousers and feel my prick and balls".
The frightened woman put her soft hand into my fly and
gasped as she felt my hairy balls and the shaft of my
semi-erect prick. Under her touch it quickly became
firmer and protruded from my trousers. She hastily
withdrew her hand. I just looked at her and she quickly
put her hand back on my prick.
"Did our husband like you to toss him off? I asked. She
nodded, not speaking.
"Well why don't you just give me a nice wank while we
talk. Would you say that my prick is bigger than your
husband's?"
She may have been naive but she knew what I wanted and
she also knew that she better not pretend. As the
frightened woman bent forward, her blouse fell away from
her chest again and I could see right down her cleavage
to where her big firm breasts were encased in a flimsy
lacy white bra. She began to give me a nice slow wank,
looking into my eyes.
"Much bigger" she whispered.
"And did you used to suck your husband off?" I asked. She
looked absolutely stunned.
"That is so filthy, he would never have asked me to do
anything like that," she said with horror in her tone. I
just laughed.
"Stand up," I said abruptly. She reluctantly got to her
feet. "Now take off your panties and give them to me," I
ordered. She hesitated, until she saw the look in my eye
and slowly peeled her white nylon panties down her legs
and held them out to me. I just let her stand there
holding them, knowing how humiliated this was making her
feel. Finally I took them from her and slipped them into
my pocket. "That will be something nice for me to
remember you by," I chuckled. I patted the couch beside
me. "Sit down," I ordered, " and carry on wanking me
off."
She sat down and, putting her soft hand on my prick began
to slowly toss me off again. I immediately put my arm
round her above her waist on to her chest just below her
tit. I could feel her trembling as I moved my hand up
until my thumb was brushing the lower curve of her full
breast. With the other hand I turned her chin towards me
and, looking into her wide blue eyes I put my lips onto
hers and began to gently kiss her. She was trembling
violently. I slowly increased the pressure of the kiss
until, despite herself, her lips parted and brushing them
with the tip of my tongue I insinuated my tongue between
her lips which reluctantly parted and I took possession
of her cool mouth which I began to leisurely explore. I
gently played around her cheeks and gums and sucked on
her reluctant tongue. Her hand tightened on my prick. I
moved my mouth from hers for a moment and said, "Just
wank me a little harder, Andrea darling, you are quite
good at it already but when I have finished with you, you
will be perfect".
I casually moved my hand up on to her fleshy tit and
began to feel her through her thin blouse and bra. She
gasped but did not protest as she knew that it would be
useless. I slid my hand down inside the silk of her
blouse until I felt the cup of her bra and then slipped
inside that as well. I could now feel the softness of her
bare tit with the hard button of her nipple against my
fingers but her bra was too tight to give me much scope.
"Unfasten your bra, Andrea, "I whispered into her ear
through her soft hair. She gave a sob, reached behind
her and unfastened the clasp. I now had complete freedom
and I began to thoroughly feel her bare tit twisting her
nipple between my thumb and forefinger until it erected.
"You have lovely tits," Andrea, I said, "did your husband
enjoy playing with them?" She nodded. "I didn't hear
that." I said warningly.
"He used to come up behind me when I was washing up and
put his arms round me and feel me," she said.
"And did he feel your plump arse while you were washing
up?" I asked.
"He sometimes put his hand up my skirt and felt between
my legs," she whispered "but he didn't do anything
dirty!"
I just laughed and squeezed her soft fleshy tit until she
gasped with pain. I turned her face to mine and began to
roughly kiss her, raping her mouth with my tongue, and
leaving her in no doubt how things stood.
"Listen Andrea, and listen good," I said quietly and
menacingly, "you are mine now to do as I like with. All
that matters is my pleasure. If you are a good girl and
behave yourself and, most importantly, try to please me,
then I might leave Gillian alone - but I might not. I
certainly won't be able to resist doing something with
her but if you are a good girl and do everything I tell
you then I may not fuck her. How about that for a deal?"
"Oh God!" she whispered, "what have I done to deserve
this? Please, please leave Gillian alone".
I glanced at the clock and it was getting late. I knew
that Gillian would be home soon. I took my arm from
around Andrea's trembling body and casually zipped my
trousers. I looked into her frightened eyes and, just for
the hell of it gave her another deep demanding kiss. I
released her.
"You can tidy yourself up before Gillian comes home," I
said to the frightened blonde. Fasten your bra and pull
your skirt down but don't put any panties on. When
Gillian comes in, invite me for breakfast with you both
tomorrow. I want to see Gillian before she goes to
school. You and I are going to spend the day together
tomorrow and you are to wear your sexiest, shortest low-
cut dress with stockings and suspenders but no bra or
panties. You will wear high heeled shoes, as high as you
have. You are to be dressed like this when I come for
breakfast and you better be dressed like it when you get
Gillian up. I want her to see how her mother is going to
look in the future".
She just looked dumbly into my eyes as she reached behind
her and fastened her bra.
"I couldn't dress like that in front of Gillian," she
said, "what would she think? She has never seen me
without a bra, I would look like a tart".
"Exactly," I said, "now you are getting the message. From
now on you are my tart and Gillian will have to get used
to it. What do you think that she will think when she
sees me feeling you in front of her? Suppose that while
you are serving breakfast I let her see me run my hand up
your thigh under your short skirt on the bare flesh and
then feel your cunt. Do you think that she would like
that? Or do you think she would like it if I just pulled
you on to my knee in front of her and felt you up while I
was talking to her about school?"
"You couldn't be so wicked as to do that to a mother in
front of her daughter," she gasped with pleading in her
broken tones.
"You have no idea how wicked I can be," I just laughed
"now comb your her, Gillian will be home soon". She
rushed to do as I said and soon looked well-groomed
again. She had repaired her make-up and straightened her
blouse. I knew both that she felt naked and vulnerable
with no panties under her short skirt. She sat on a chair
opposite me and her short skirt rode high on her slender
thighs. She sat with her thighs together and avoided my
eyes.
"Andrea," I said, "when you are sitting you are never to
have your thighs closed, now spread them! The only
exception is when Gillian is around. For now, you can
keep your thighs together but at all other times I want
be able to see up your skirt any time I want to look".
She looked into my eyes and slowly spread her thighs. Her
skirt rode up above her stocking-tops and I could see the
groove of her hairy blonde cunt slightly gaping. She saw
me looking at her cunt and blushed deeply.
"You have a very pretty cunt, Andrea," I said, "I shall
certainly enjoy getting to know it. You are much more
hairy down there than I would have expected. Don't you
ever shave your cunt?" She looked shocked and her legs
were trembling.
"Never," she gasped, "I never even thought of such a
thing". I looked into her eyes again. I thought that I
could entertain myself with her a little more before
Gillian came home.
"Get me a drink Andrea," I ordered and then go and sit
down as you were". She rushed to the sideboard and
poured me a brandy and then returned to her chair and
spread her legs.
"That's a good girl," I said, "You are learning. Let's
talk about Gillian. Do you ever see her naked these days
or is she too shy. Does she have a hairy cunt like
yours?" She gasped again and looked dumbly at me. I just
waited.
"I don't often see her naked," she whispered, "but I can
see the hair through her nightie sometimes".
Just then we heard a car and a moment later the door
opened and Gillian bounded in. She looked young and fresh
and her cheeks were flushed from the cold night air. I
could see Andrea struggling to behave normally.
"Did you have a good time, darling?" she asked and I
could hear the quaver in her voice.
"It was lovely," she replied in her high-pitched voice
and I could hear the upper class accent of the Home
Counties strong in it. Curious I had not noticed this
before in her mother but it was clear now that these were
two bitches from the upper classes who after the divorce
had come down to earth with a bang. "The money that Mr.
Evans gave me was so useful! I was very popular tonight".
I just smiled at her and looked significantly at Andrea.
"Would you like to come and have breakfast with us in the
morning before Gillian goes to school?" she asked.
Gillian gave a little squeal.
"Oh! Please do!" she begged. I just smiled.
"I'll see you both about seven thirty then, I will look
forward to it". I finished my drink and got up. "Don't
worry," I said to Andrea, "I'll see myself out. Good
night and sweet dreams to you both" I closed the door
gently on Gillian's sparkling excited eyes and those of
her mother, blue and wide-eyed with concern.
This is 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 stories are always welcome at
aled7@yahoo.com
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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