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Authors name: Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
Story title : Andrea and Gillian - Part 2 of 3
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Andrea and Gillian. Part 2 (MFf, NC, Humil)
by Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
This story 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 young colt, tall and
leggy with a small bottom, the mounds of her young
breasts 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 young
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
breasts 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
stockings and she was wearing shoes with at least a four-
inch heel. Without the support of a bra her breasts
bounced and trembled with every step and the high-heeled
shoes caused her bottom to protrude enticingly. Gillian
looked at her mother 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 mother 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 daughter 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 young 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 young 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 young 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
young mother's eyes I tightened my arm around Gillian and
casually fondled her daughter's immature young breast
through her thin bra. Her breast 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 young nipple against the palm of my hand.
Time seemed to stand still as I felt the teenager while
her mother 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 daughter 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 breast 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 hurt
her breast a little more. She gasped and stood bowlegged
while I felt her cunt 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 cunt
surrounded by light blonde 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
tits 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 won't 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 breast 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 cunt
while she slowly and deliciously tossed me off. I
thoroughly felt her cunt 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 hurt you.
I may hurt 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 cunt 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 cunt 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 breast with my other hand. I was
enjoying hurting her and making her squirm. "Have you
ever sucked a man off?" I asked. She was silent. I gave
her nipple a twist, my fingers hard up her wet cunt
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 blonde head moved reluctantly forward and she kissed
my prick with her soft red 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 blonde mother 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 sucking 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 mother
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 sucked
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 cum 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
swallow it all. A thin white trickle ran down from the
corner of her red 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
ejaculation 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 red 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 cunt
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 hole 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 tits
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 mother 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 blonde I enjoyed making suffer a little. I
released her tits and flicked up the hem of her dress and
slip so that they were lying across her back. The red
cheeks of her recently-spanked bottom now glowed at me
supported on slender thighs with sexy dark stockings 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. Slightly bending my knees so that I
was at the right angle I slid my eight inch stiff thick
prick straight up her wet clinging cunt in one easy
movement until I was buried in her up to the balls.
Her cunt 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 breasts and began to feel her
through her dress.
She groaned in anguish as I began to maul her plump tits.
I squeezed and molded them just a little too firmly for
her to be comfortable and she gasped with pain. I felt
the internal muscles of her cunt 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 tits 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 hole 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 blonde mother's tight cunt 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 married 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 breasts 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 hole as I could and
shot a load of hot cum deep into her unprotected womb.
She gave a loud groan.
I put my lips to her ear, "After that, Gillian may have a
little brother or sister 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 blonde 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 cum 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 cunt
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 stockings sticking to her and her thighs
sticky with cum 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 cunt
which was sharply defined by a pair of matching tight-
fitting panties. The low neckline displayed a deep
cleavage and her prominent nipples thrust proudly against
the sheer fitted clinging nylon bodice. Her clean blonde
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
young mother to me so that she was lying half on her
front with her plump sexy breast 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 blonde 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
panties 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 married 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
cunt 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 cunt 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 panties and began
to gently feel her breasts through the sheer bodice of
her nightdress as I gave her a deep kiss, which she now
accepted.
I lowered my lips to her breast 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 sucked more powerfully on
her stiff nipple, drawing 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
sucked certainly aroused her. I slipped the neckline of
her nightdress down and freed a plump breast tipped with
a bullet-hard nipple on which I immediately began to
nurse, sucking 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 cunt through the
dark nylon of her wet panties. I took my lips from her
breast and whispered into her ear,
"Take your panties off, darling." Without hesitating she
let go of my stiff prick and slid the thin panties down
her lovely legs. I began to suck her breast 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 breast 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 cunt 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 cunt 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 breasts while I was fucking
her. I began a slow gentle fuck while I fondled her firm
breasts 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 cunt 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 breasts 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 cunt
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 breasts 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 breast 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 married 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 daughter
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 young 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 tits 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 cunt 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 blonde waves. She was wearing
sheer dark stockings and quite high-heeled shoes. I
wondered if she had put panties 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 young thighs and
as her legs crossed I got a quick flash of the dark
triangle of her panties inside her dark tights. She
chattered on telling us about her first day at school and
her mother 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
mother alarm. I released her excited, exciting young body
and said gently,
"Do as your mother 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 young 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 mother 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 mother 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 mother 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 mother 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 breast in sharp
relief.
"I've never had brandy, Mummy," she said, "please may I
have a taste?." I didn't give her mother 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 mother instantly tensed as I used the endearment to
her daughter. She was very on edge. The film started and
mother and daughter 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 young
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 breast
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 young daughter. I put my
arm around Gillian with my hand on the outside of her arm
and looked into her excited young 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 young 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
mother and left her sleeping deeply against my shoulder
as I continued to pay attention to her young 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 boy
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 young breast 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 mother 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 cunt 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 breast 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 daughter in the
bathroom.
"I'll go and make some supper," Andrea said. I gently
kissed her, gave her breast a last feel and let her get
to her feet. I relaxed as I listened to the domestic
noises from the kitchen as the mother made supper and
from the bathroom as the daughter 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
mother 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 young 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 young body. The glamorous night-gown was comple-
mented by a pair of very tight high-cut panties which
outlined and clearly defined the firm plump lips of
her young cunt. I could even see the soft fleece on her
pubic mound through the thin material. She had left her
blonde hair loose and flowing. She looked simply amazing.
I got in first before her mother had recovered from the
shock.
"You look absolutely lovely, Gillian darling," I said,
"come and sit beside me." Her mother 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 comfor-
table 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 daughter 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 mother
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 op-
posite 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 mother and daughter just looked at the man 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 young 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 young
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 young eyes. "You said that
you had never had your bare tits 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 breast through the thin nylon.
Her young breast 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 young
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
daughter 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 young
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
panties down her sexy slender legs and held them out to
me. I just let her stand holding them. It always
humiliates women if men who have the power to make them
take off their panties 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 breast 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 cunt. I
began to fondle her, rapidly moving to a finger-fuck as I
kissed her deeply. I quickly put a second finger up her
tight wet hole and began to vigorously massage her cunt
walls. I began to squeeze her tit more tightly, twisting
her nipple. Something about this vulnerable young blonde
made me want to make her suffer from time to time. I
broke the kiss and said into her ear through the soft
blonde 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 cunt 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 tits 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 blonde lying with her thighs splayed my cum
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 stories are always
welcome at aled7@yahoo.com
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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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