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Authors name: Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
Story title : Andrea and Gillian - Part 3 of 3
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Andrea and Gillian - Part 3 (Mdom/Ff, nc, spanking)
By Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
This story is dedicated to Melanie - she knows why.
I went for a long morning walk on the mountain after
rising early to watch the sun rise. I knew that I would
be away from the valley after today for several days and
I always miss Wales so I take every advantage to ex-
perience it whatever the weather. This morning was cold
and there was a hard frost with snow on the tops off
which the red of the rising sun began to glint as I
walked back down through the heather. The curtains on the
small house next to my cottage were all closed and there
was no sign of life. I had already laid out their plans
for today and no doubt they were getting some rest after
their exertions and anxieties of yesterday. (see 'Andrea
and Gillian. Parts 1 and 2').
I went into my cottage and had breakfast. By then the sun
had risen and was lighting more of the valley. The
temperature was rising and the roads would be better in
half an hour for the drive down the pass into Caernarfon.
I had a shower and dressed warmly for my visit to the
small city.
My business went quickly and smoothly and before lunch I
was back at the cottage with my plane tickets for the
night flight to Switzerland and my car serviced for the
quick drive to Manchester airport. I showered and changed
into my usual clothes for the afternoon entertainment, a
white silk polo-necked sweater and loose trousers with no
underwear. I knew from last night's conversation that
Gillian would be out and that Andrea would be in alone so
about an hour before lunch I went to the back door and
entered quietly without knocking.
Andrea was standing with her back to me at the table.
She was wearing a tight white sweater and jeans, which
clearly outlined the cheeks of her plump well-made
bottom. Her long blonde hair was loose over her
shoulders. She turned and gave a gasp of shock when she
saw me in her kitchen. I beckoned to her and she
hesitatingly walked over to me. I took her chin in my
left hand and with my right hand without warning I
grasped her left breast, which I began to squeeze until
she gasped with pain.
"You have got off to a very bad start this afternoon
Andrea and you are going to be sorry. You will have to
learn to think more carefully or you will never be able
to sit down comfortably." She looked confused and afraid,
as well she might.
"I don't know what I've done wrong," she said wretchedly,
"how can I have done anything wrong? You have only just
got here!"
"You really don't know do you?" I said, "You have not
learned anything from the last two days. I will tell you
exactly what you have done wrong before I punish you and
you can pass the message on to Gillian as well because
the same goes for her and I am sure that you would not
like her to have what you are about to get." She began to
tremble. I took my hand from her chin, admiring the red
outline of my thumb and fingers on her fair flesh. I
pulled her to me by her tit and began to squeeze her fat
arse cheek with my other hand as I whispered into her
ear,
"You are wearing jeans Andrea. Women wear pretty dresses
for their men, they do not wear men's clothes. I thought
that you would have understood this after the last two
days but clearly you need the lesson reinforcing. Neither
you or Gillian are ever to wear jeans or trousers if I am
likely to be around. You are to wear pretty feminine
dresses like the little tarts that you are. You can pass
this on to your sexy little daughter because nothing
would give me greater pleasure that to give her what you
are about to get. It is up to you to see that I have no
excuse."
I could see that she was being kept very off-balance by
my changes of attitude to her, harsh yesterday morning,
tender during the afternoon. Becoming harsh again in the
evening and now she clearly felt that I was being
downright cruel this morning as I mauled her arse and
squeezed her plump tit until tears came to her eyes. This
was good, I did not think that she would enjoy the after-
noon very much but that was all right, just as long as I
enjoyed it.
I took my hand from her arse and led her by the tit
across the kitchen until I could sit on a straight chair.
I let go of her breast and sat down as she stood in front
of me, visibly shaking. I looked up at her and made her
wait. her lower lip began to tremble and she wiped a tear
from her eye.
"Take your jeans off," I said quietly. She sobbed and
hastened to obey. She stood shaking in front of me in a
short tight sweater, which reached to just below her
waist and a pair of very flimsy pale blue panties which
failed to conceal the blonde hair on her fleshy cunt,
some tendrils of which were escaping from under the high-
cut hem.
"I am going to thrash you Andrea," I said casually, "so
that you remember this for ever and so that you never
make the same mistake again. It will help you to make
sure that Gillian keeps my rules. I know that, in spite
of your pretending to struggle, you quite enjoyed the
spanking I gave you yesterday and I bet that you thought
about it while you were in bed! This is not a spanking,
this is a punishment and you are not going to enjoy it
at all."
"Oh, please God!" she whispered, "don't! I promise I'll
remember in future. You don't have to do this. I'll do
whatever you want."
I said nothing but slowly took my leather belt off
looking up all the time into her frightened eyes. I
folded it in half in my hand making a convenient strap.
"You can make this as hard as you like but you are going
to be punished," I said, "now pull your panties down to
your knees, tell me that you are sorry, that you deserve
a good thrashing and ask me to punish you. Then lie down
over my lap. After I am finished, you will thank me for
the beating, tell me that you deserved it and tell me
what lesson it has taught you"
She looked helplessly down at me and, bending, pushed the
flimsy nylon panties down to her knees, which I could see
visibly trembling. I looked up at her and waited, gently
slapping the folded belt against the palm of my hand. She
knew from my eyes that there was no escape.
"I'm very sorry," she whispered, "I know that it was
wrong to dress like this and I deserve a good thrashing
so that I'll remember what to do in future, please punish
me but please, please don't hurt me too much." She moved
to my side and lay down on my lap with her bare cunt
against my stiffening prick and her tits dangling. It was
fun to make her wait. I put the belt down on the table
for a moment and began to feel her fat arse squeezing and
fondling the globes of her buttocks before moving to the
crack between them. With my other hand I was feeling her
dangling tit, gently torturing the nipple through her
sweater and bra until she gasped with pain.
"Spread your thighs a little," I ordered, and she
immediately complied. She was clearly terrified but also
excited despite herself as I found when I put my hand
between her thighs from the back and felt her moistening
cunt. I drew my hand back and, having lubricated a finger
with her female moistness I gently pushed it into the
dimple of her arse. She gasped a little and wriggled on
my lap, her cunt agitating my stiff prick but she did not
dare to say anything. I gently finger-fucked her arse as
I squeezed her nipple.
"Listen to me Andrea, and listen well," I said, "I don't
mind thrashing you, in fact I enjoy it. If you want to be
able to sit down comfortably in the future then you
better make no more mistakes. You will have to anticipate
my desires and figure out what you can and can't do. If
you get it wrong I will thrash your fat arse. I will do
it every day if I have to until you realise that now you
belong to me and that you have no life of your own that
does not involve wondering what you can do to please me
and then doing it. In the future I intend to extend this
to Gillian as well but for now she has just a little more
freedom. Now for your first lesson in obedience."
I picked up the belt and began to thrash the trembling
plump white arse spread out on my lap. I started
relatively gently taking care not to land too many stokes
in the same place and as her arse reddened I began to
increase the force. At first she began to wriggle gasping
with each stroke but I held her cunt firmly against my
prick by pulling down on her nipple. Her arse began to be
more clearly marked by the strokes of the leather belt
and her gasps became wordless moans as I continued her
punishment.
I increased the force of my stroke more and she began to
emit wordless screams as each blow landed. I varied my
target, thrashing the tops of her slender thighs as well
as her plump fiery arse. She was screaming loudly now and
I felt a tell-tale warmth in my groin.
She was voiding a small spurt of urine with each stroke.
Finally she could not help herself and her bladder
emptied, soaking my trousers. I stopped thrashing her and
her screams subsided to a quiet but desperate sobbing. I
let go of her nipple and pushed her to her feet. She
stood in front of me on wobbly legs in a pool of pee that
had saturated her flimsy panties and was still running
down her legs. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed, her
eyes all puffed up.
"You have made a mess of yourself and of me," I said,
"you should be ashamed. What would Gillian say if I told
her that her mother had wet herself at her age?"
"Please, please don't tell her," she begged, "I just
couldn't help it. I couldn't stand what you were doing to
me."
"Well," I said quietly, "do you think that you have
learned your lesson?"
"I have, I have," she said quickly, "I deserved the
thrashing for dressing in jeans and not for not dressing
how I knew I should dress. I will never do it again and I
will make sure that Gillian knows what you expect. Thank
you for teaching me a lesson. I am very, very, sorry that
I made a mess on you but I truly couldn't help it."
"Very good, Andrea," I said, "I am going next door to
shower and change. You better do the same and make some
lunch. I have some telephone calls to make. I'll be about
an hour. Get this place cleaned up, it stinks of your
pee. Make sure that everything is ready for when I come
back." I gave the frightened blonde a last harsh look and
left her kitchen.
I showered and changed and had a drink while I made some
telephone calls and an hour quickly passed. I left it a
little longer as I knew how this would build up Andrea's
anxiety. I had been relatively nice to her yesterday
afternoon but any consideration I might have felt like
extending had been negated by her morning performance.
She was going to have quite a hard time this afternoon
and she might even get another thrashing to remember me
by before I left for Switzerland.
I left my cottage and went next door, entering the
kitchen without knocking as though I owned the place, I
might just as well have done - I owned the two bitches
that lived there! The kitchen smelled clean and fresh and
there was a nice light lunch of cheese rolls and smoked
salmon laid out with a bottle of chilled Chablis in a
wine cooler.
Andrea was certainly learning! I looked round with
approval at all her arrangements before I turned my
attention to her. She stood by the table looking at me
anxiously twisting her hands with sheer nerves. She was
dressed in black, a very short low-cut cocktail dress
with the hem about four inches above her knee. The fitted
bodice clung to and accentuated her plump bosom and the
prominence of her nipples against the material demon-
strated that she was not wearing a bra or slip. The
neckline was low showing a deep cleavage. She wore dark
sheer stockings and as her skirt moved I could see the
outline of her suspender. I knew without asking that she
would not have dared to put on panties.
She balanced rather uncomfortably on high-heeled patent
leather shoes with about a five inch heel. Her blonde
hair was loose around her bare shoulders and she had paid
great attention to her make-up. The after-effects of the
tears of the morning were gone. She looked very
frightened but very pretty.
"You look beautiful, Andrea darling," I said with a faint
smile, "if you had taken the same amount of trouble this
morning you would have saved yourself a lot of pain." She
smiled tremulously as I sat down at the table and let her
serve me lunch. I noticed with amusement that she was not
hurrying to sit down! She eventually gingerly seated
herself opposite me.
"Sore bottom, darling?" I asked maliciously. She blushed
and looked down at her plate without reply. I finished my
lunch, filled my glass with the last of the wine and got
up from the table. Andrea had hardly eaten anything
clearly having been taken over by her nerves after the
events of the morning. "Make some coffee and bring it
through," I ordered, making her subservient role very
clear to her.
It must have been obvious to her that it was not going
to be as easy as it had been yesterday when I had allowed
her to relax a little and had even got her to confess
that she had enjoyed herself. I could see that she had
the feeling that today was going to be very different. I
walked through to the living room and sat on the settee
in front of the open log fire. In a few moments Andrea
came in carrying a tray on which was a pot of freshly
percolated coffee and two cups. The rich aroma of the
coffee filled the room. I let Andrea pour me a coffee but
stopped her as she was about to pour hers.
"You won't need coffee just yet," I smiled, "that was a
nice lunch but you had no dessert so get down on your
knees and suck me off like I taught you yesterday." She
gasped and stared down at me. "Just do it, Andrea," I
said quietly, "you don't really need your bottom to be
more sore than it is now, do you? If there is much more
hesitation I can easily arrange it for you. When I tell
you to do something you should have learned by now that
you do it immediately."
The terrified blonde looked helplessly into my eyes and
wordlessly knelt down between my thighs. She pulled my
zip down and my semi-hard prick protruded from my
trousers.
"Wait a moment," I said. She got to her feet, hope
dawning in her eyes that I had changed my mind and that
she was going to be spared the ordeal. "It is nice and
warm in here, I think I'd be more comfortable if you
undressed me." I let her pull the sweater over my head
and stood up. My loosened trousers fell around my feet
and I stepped out of them. "Fold my clothes neatly, " I
ordered, "and then get on with it." I drank my coffee and
watched as she folded my clothes slowly and put them on a
chair.
She came back to me and knelt between my thighs without
looking at me. I reached down and gently tilted up her
chin. "Another rule you have forgotten," I said, "when
you are wanking me or sucking me off you always look into
my eyes. I like to see how you are feeling while you are
serving me." She began to wank my prick which quickly
stiffened and I felt her cool breath as she brought her
mouth to the tip. She knew what was expected of her so
she did not drag her ordeal out by kissing the shaft. She
opened her red lips and I felt the cool air on the head
of my prick.
It felt good. "Just blow on my prick gently for a moment
Andrea," I said, and she automatically did as I asked and
I felt a delicious wave of warmth as my scrotal sac
tightened under the stimulus of her cool breath. "Lovely,
darling," I said, "now get on with it."
She took the end of my prick between her red lips into
the warmth of her wet mouth and began to gently wank me
into her mouth, sucking at each stroke, like the expert
little cocksucker she had so quickly become. As I had
taught her, she paused every so often and ran her tongue
around the ridge on the lower part of the head of my
stiff prick. Then she went back to the rhythmical
sucking. She was really quite good. She began to fuck her
mouth with my prick moving it in and out as I sat and
drank my coffee and watched her.
"I am glad that you have learned this art so quickly," I
said conversationally, "it will be so much easier for
Gillian when you show her how to do it!" She looked wide-
eyed up at me, her red lips stretched around my prick and
sobbed but did not dare to break the rhythm of her
sucking. "I am going to give you your dessert soon
darling," I told her, "I am going to come into your
mouth. Don't dare move your mouth from my prick or I'll
give you another thrashing. Suck me off until I come and
swallow all the cum. Now get sucking a little harder."
She was a long way from being able to deep-throat me but
she was taking more of my prick into her mouth with each
stroke as she sucked harder. I could feel the head of my
knob rubbing against her palate and the back of her
throat and I knew that a combination of this and the
rhythmical sucking and wanking would make me come very
soon. I began to feel my legs stiffening as the warmth
began deep in my balls.
I made no attempt to delay the ejaculation and Andrea's
eyes widened as she felt the tell-tale hardening of my
prick between her soft lips. I looked down with a
satisfied smile as I filled the dominated blonde's mouth
and throat with spurt after spurt of steaming hot cum.
She clamped her lips around my prick, clearly terrified
as she swallowed it all. She just knelt before me with my
softening prick held between her lips. "Go and clean your
teeth," I ordered, "and then come back and have some
coffee. We are going to have a little talk."
When she returned and had poured us both some more coffee
I pointed to a chair beside the fire, opposite to where I
was sitting on the settee. It was a low chair with
upholstered arms about five inches high. She sat down and
looked across at me apprehensively.
"We are going to have a little chat, Andrea and I want
something nice to look at while we are talking. Spread
your thighs and hook them over the arms of the chair."
She had realised by now that protests were useless and
she did as I asked. Without even looking at her when she
had assumed the humiliating position that I had specified
I said, "Before we begin, pour me a glass of brandy."
She got to her feet again without daring to say anything
and poured my drink, returning to her chair and hooking
her thighs over the arms as before so that they were
widely splayed. The position she was in caused her short
dress to rise way above her stocking tops displaying the
whites of her thighs thrown into sharp relief by the dark
sheer stockings. As I was expecting, she was not wearing
panties and the position she was in caused her the pink
slash of her cunt to gape open. "What a very pretty cunt
you have darling," I said to the blushing blonde.
"By the time I leave for Switzerland tonight both you and
your slut of a daughter are going to be in no doubt as to
how things will be in the future," I said harshly. "I am
going to spend the rest of the afternoon playing with
you, and then when Gillian comes home I'm going to play
with her while you act as our servant. I am going to do
anything I like to her, whether she likes it or not and
if she makes too much fuss she'll get a thrashing like
you have had. If I feel really generous I may not fuck
her today but I am not promising anything. By this
evening she will know that her mother is nothing more
than my tart and she will be well on the way to becoming
the same."
Andrea's mouth slowly dropped open and she became paler,
"Why are you being so horrible?" she whined, "I thought
that you were quite nice yesterday. Please don't
humiliate me in front of my baby."
I laughed. "Humiliate, that is exactly the word. By the
time I leave for Switzerland tonight you are going to
know what humiliation really means and you can be
thinking about it while I'm away. Now while we talk you
can be playing with yourself."
She blushed but was so afraid of me that her hand
immediately went between her thighs and she began to
fondle her cunt. I just sat and watched her as she made
her cunt a little moist and then began to gently finger-
fuck herself with one finger while rubbing the area of
her clitoris gently. Now that her cunt was moist I
beckoned to her. She got up and came over to stand in
front of me. I lay down on the settee and motioned for
her to kneel astride my thighs. She did as I commanded,
lifting her short dress so that it lay on her thighs,
hiding her cunt from me.
"Toss me off until I am ready for you," I said, and she
began her expert wank. I soon became stiff. I reached out
with both hands and seized her tits through the thin
material of her dress and began to squeeze them. "Now,
you sexy little slut," I said, "guide my stiff prick into
your wet sloppy hole."
She raised herself on her knees while I held her tits
tightly, took hold of my prick in her soft hand and
guided it so that it passed easily between the fleshy
moist outer lips of her hairy cunt. I pressed down on her
tits so that she was forced to sit more firmly on my
prick and I slid easily up her to the balls. I pulled her
down to me by the nipples which I slowly squeezed more
tightly through the dress as I kissed the blonde young
mother deeply as I lay stuck hard up her clinging wet
hairy cunt enjoying the sexy feel of her silk stockings
on my thighs. I took my lips from hers after a while and
looked into her scared blue eyes,
"Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I ordered. She
immediately began to move up and down giving me a
delicious slow fuck as I guided her by the pressure that
I was exerting on her sensitive nipples. "I must say,
Andrea, you are a quick learner," I commented, "have you
ever fucked in this position before?"
She shook her head. I was in no hurry and just lay
feeling her soft tits while she was doing all the work. I
began to smell her perspiration and her dress was
beginning to cling to her. I slowly speeded her up by
manipulating her nipples until she was bucking on me with
her head thrown back and her hair swinging. The room was
full of the smell of woman and cunt. She was gasping deep
gulps of air and ramming herself as hard as she could
down onto my prick.
I began to feel close to coming so I pulled her down to
me by the nipples and fastened my mouth on hers giving
her a deep hard kiss as I came up her cunt and shot a
river of hot cum up into her womb. She lay panting on me
as I moved my hands to the fleshy globes of her arse and
began to pull her hard on to my prick.
This resulted in my prick rubbing against her excited
clitoris and she came with a deep gasp. She lay with her
face in my chest, her wet sweaty hair covering me. I
moved her off me and pushed her up so the she was
standing by the settee. She looked a sight with her wet
sweaty hair straggling to her shoulders and her ruined
perspiration-stained cocktail dress sticking to her. Her
dress was too sticky even to hang properly and I could
see rivers of white cum running down her thighs to the
tops of her stockings.
"Fucking you like that has made my arse all sweaty," I
said "I think that it would be nice if you were to get
down there and clean it up." I lay back, spread my thighs
wider and pushed a cushion under my arse so that she had
complete access to my hairy hole.
"Please, no!" she whispered, "you can't want me to do
that. It is absolutely perverted and it would make me
sick."
"You will do it, Andrea" I said "because if you don't you
know what I will do to you if you give me any trouble.
Have you forgotten the thrashing I gave you this morning?
Any more trouble out of you and another one can easily be
arranged."
She very reluctantly knelt down between my thighs and
with a sob moved her head forward and I felt her begin to
lick my prick. "That's a good girl, Andrea," I said, "I
want my prick and balls nice and clean." The terrified
woman began to wash all of my prick with her soft little
pink tongue even taking the end between her lips without
my having to force her and washing the knob-head. When my
prick was clean she moved down to my balls and began to
lick the sweat from the large hairy spheres. I enjoyed
the touch of her cool tongue on my balls and even more
the look of horror in the eyes of the humiliated woman
who could never have imagined that she would be in this
position. I could tell that she was dragging things out
so that she would not have to go further.
"Get on with it Andrea," I said warningly. With a sob she
moved behind my hanging balls and began to kick the
sweaty area of my perineum, moving reluctantly towards my
hairy arse. I got fed up with her messing about so I put
my hand on her head and pulled her firmly between my
thighs until I felt her lips on my arsehole.
"Now just kiss my hole Andrea, running your tongue around
the rim and pushing it as deeply up me as you can." The
unhappy humiliated young blonde sobbed brokenly but was
too afraid not to do as I commanded and I relaxed back
with my hands behind my head as she sucked and kissed my
sweaty hole pushing her hot tongue deep inside me. She
was crying quietly and continuously.
The sensation was incredible; I looked down at the
previously conventional young mother between my spread
thighs sucking, kissing firmly and deeply tonguing my
sweaty arse. I lay back and watched her as she humiliated
herself, destroying the last vestiges of her self-
respect, enjoying the sensations that spread from my arse
hole through my body. I kept her at it for what must have
seemed hours to her but I was enjoying it too much to let
her stop.
"That's fine, Andrea," I said quietly, "my hole is nice
and clean now. You can go back to sucking me off." She
quickly moved from my arse, looked up into my eyes, and
took my soft prick deep into her mouth. She began to
automatically toss me off as she sucked me as I had
taught her. In two days she had become an expert little
cocksucker. I put my hand on her head and gently moved it
back and forwards so that she was fucking my prick with
her mouth but I wasn't getting hard as it was too soon
after my last ejaculation.
I took my hand away and she continued nursing at my soft
prick, her blonde head bobbing backwards and forwards and
her hair swinging. I just lay and relaxed while Andrea
worked on my soft prick with her hot mouth. I was clearly
not going to get hard again yet so I motioned Andrea to
her feet, got up myself and turned her round so that her
back was against me. I put my hands under her sweaty
armpits and began to fairly roughly fondle her tits. I
whispered into her ear,
"I know what would be nice. How would you like a nice
souvenir to show Gillian?" She trembled in my arms but
was too afraid to speak. I chuckled and began to gnaw at
her neck giving her a very obvious love-bite on her fair
skin. "I can put these all over your neck if you like," I
said conversationally, "and then everyone in the village
will know what you have been up to."
"Please leave me alone," she whispered wretchedly, "I
can't stand much more." I looked at the clock.
"We have about an hour and a half before Gillian comes
home," I said, "I am going for a shower. You can stay
sweaty like that until I decide differently. Put your
shoes on or I'll spank you." The disheveled young blonde
hurriedly put on her high heels and stood looking at me.
She was very different from the clean young woman in a
smart cocktail dress who had greeted me a couple of hours
earlier. Her blonde hair hung moist and dank with
perspiration and her dress clung to her sweaty body. I
could clearly see the lines of dried white cum which had
run down her stockings.
"Make me a sandwich and some coffee and bring it up to
the bedroom," I said, as I walked out of the door. I went
upstairs and had a quick shower and washed and dried my
hair. By the time Andrea tottered into the bedroom on her
high heels I was lying relaxed on the bed. I had done
almost all that I could this afternoon to my unhappy
plaything. I had hurt and humiliated her but as far as I
could tell she had only come once, when I had her fucking
me on the settee. I thought that it would be nice for her
if she came a few more times before Gillian came home!
She might then be too exhausted to realise what I was
doing with her daughter. I looked up at Andrea who looked
back warily at me.
"Go and have a shower and wash your hair darling, I said,
"You have five minutes. Don't bother getting dressed."
She was back almost immediately. I patted the bed beside
me. "Come and lie down Andrea," I said, "you have not had
a very nice afternoon, have you?" She shuddered. "I think
that I can make it a little nicer for you before Gillian
comes home," I said. I gently kissed her and moved my
hand down over her plump belly on to her slender thigh
just above the knee. As I kissed her I caressed the soft
flesh inside her thigh with the very tips of my fingers.
She shuddered and began to tremble. I took my lips from
hers and put them to her soft clean hair by her delicate
ear,
"Pull your heels right up to your arse and spread your
pretty thighs wide, Andrea" I whispered into her ear. I
could feel her shaking as she did as I told her to. I
moved down the bed until I was between her slender
splayed thighs and smiled up into her frightened eyes. "I
think that you are going to like this, darling" I said,
as I pressed my mouth to her fleshy hairy cunt-lips and
began to explore the outer and inner lips of her hairy
hole with my lips and with the tip of my tongue.
She gasped and I could feel her thighs trembling. I began
to deeply kiss her cunt pushing my tongue up her clinging
channel. She gasped again and I felt her thighs tense
further as her heels pressed into the bed. My hand was
still on the inside of her thigh and with gentle pressure
I kept her thighs widely spread. I continued exploring
her sexy cunt at my leisure enjoying her horrified
reluctance but enjoying the taste and smell of her even
more. I gave her a thorough tonguing sucking every part
of the fragrant lips until, at last, I brought my tongue
just inside the top of her gaping sloppy slit and began
to gently tease her clitoris.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, putting her small hand on my
head "you can't do that. No one has ever done that to me
before!" I ignored her and gently sucked the small bud
with my lips and tongue. Without warning she gave a great
gasp and convulsed, clutching my head between her slender
strong thighs as she experienced the most shattering
orgasm she had ever had.
With gentle pressure on the inside of her thigh I parted
her legs again and continued sucking her cunt. My face
and lips were wet with her cunt-slime. She gave another
deep sigh and lay trembling, her heels drumming against
the bed but I continued to deeply tongue her wet hairy
cunt. She began a low wailing noise despite her efforts
to control herself. I and slowly and deliberately again
began to tease her erect little clitoris.
She had not recovered from the last orgasm before the
next one hit her. Her wailing suddenly changed to a loud
squeal and she burst into hysterical tears clasping the
bedclothes in her fists her thighs widely spread as her
heels drummed against the bed. Her head was thrown back
and she was staring with empty eyes at the ceiling
completely shattered by the two quick orgasms the
intensity of which she had never experienced before. She
was bathed in sweat again and her deep gasping breaths
began to calm down and her hysterics muted to a gentle
persistent sobbing as tears rolled down her lovely
cheeks. She looked down at me through wide staring blue
eyes as I lay between her thighs. I smiled up at her and
deliberately put my mouth back on her wet cunt.
"Oh God, no, not again!" she wailed. I began to very
gently run my tongue around her cunt lips without pushing
it up her, moving it up and down her gaping crack. Slowly
and persistently I began to suck her drawing her juices
into my mouth. I moved to the back of her cunt and began
to gently, and delicately lick along her perineum, that
delicate area between the back of her cunt and the dimple
of her arse hole. She began to tremble again.
I moved back to her cunt and casually pushed my tongue up
her drawing it forward and separating the lips of her
cunt with my lips until I had the hard little bud of her
clitoris between my teeth. That was enough! She gave a
sudden scream and came immediately, clasping my head
between her strong but slender thighs and pulling my
mouth into her cunt as though she would never let me go.
She burst into tears again and I could feel the tension
in her body as her heels pressed into the bed and her
thighs kept my mouth pressed on to her cunt.
My face was covered with her slime and, never one to
waste an opportunity, I casually pushed my back tongue up
her and continued to kiss her convulsing cunt. I licked
her clitoris again and she gasped. She released my head
and her thighs sank slackly to the bed. She seized my
hair in her hands and moved my head from her cunt. This
time I let her do it because I knew that she had had
enough. I moved up the bed and lay beside her kissing her
ear through the soft curtain of her hair and gently
fondling her soft breast as she began to calm down. She
gave a deep sigh and the colour began to return to her
cheeks as she stopped crying and brought her breathing
under control.
I glanced at the clock. We still had about half an hour
before Gillian could be expected home. I had a real hard-
on again from the entertainment I had had with Andrea's
cunt and, as I didn't intend to have an ejaculation with
Gillian on this occasion, I thought that I had better
make the most of it. I rolled on to my side and pulled
Andrea towards me. I took her in my arms and moved her
leg so that it was over mine separating her thighs and
giving me access to her wet cunt. In a single movement I
slid my stiff eight inches up her until I was buried in
her belly to my balls. She gasped. I kissed her gently.
"Do you like having a stiff prick up you, Andrea?" I
asked. She shut her eyes. "Well?" I asked again, pinching
her bottom. She looked at me, her big blue eyes wide with
tears.
"I can stand it when you are not being cruel to me," she
whispered, "But you can be so awful." I just laughed and
rolled her on to her back. She automatically clasped me
around the waist with her strong thighs pulling me into
her and moving with me as I began to shag her hard. I
mauled her plump tits as I gave her a really rough ride.
I knew that I might have trouble coming after the efforts
of the afternoon and I certainly did not expect Andrea to
come again. However, to my surprise, as I came up her
after a really hard ride I heard her give a little squeal
and her thighs tensed around me. I knew then that she had
come again also. I lay relaxing on her sweaty body as her
limp thighs dropped from me and fell, slackly splayed, on
the bed. I just lay with my weight on her, our sweat
mingling, as we both got our breath back. I moved off
her.
"Gillian will be home in a few minutes," I said, "go and
have a shower and put on the sheerest nightdress you have
with no dressing gown. I want Gillian to be in no doubt
as to how we have spent the afternoon." Andrea looked at
me in horror.
"You can't make me do that!" she gasped. I just laughed.
"Get on with it or you'll still be naked when she comes
home." Andrea gasped and ran to the bathroom. I went
downstairs and collected my trousers. I did not mean to
frighten Gillian too soon. While Andrea was drying her
hair I had a quick shower, slipped my trousers on and lay
on the bed. Andrea came naked out of the bathroom.
"Please let me get dressed before my daughter comes
home," she begged. I looked at her from my comfortable
position on the bed.
"If you are not in a night-dress that I like within ten
seconds," I said quietly, "Gillian will find you across
my knee being thrashed with my belt when she comes in."
Without hesitation Andrea went to her dressing-table and
slipped on a sheer black shortie night-dress. She looked
hesitatingly at me.
"Please may I put panties on," she begged. I smiled to
myself. She was learning. I nodded and she slipped
matching panties up her long lovely slender legs. She
looked absolutely stunning. The black nightdress had a
low-cut scalloped neckline which clung to and outlined
her prominent bosom and displayed a deep cleavage. Her
stiff nipples and areolae were very evident through the
thin sheer material. The panties were pulled tightly up
into her cunt outlining her fleshy lips and displaying
the groove of her cunt very clearly. She had drawn her
long blonde hair into a pony-tail which made her look
very young.
"You look very nice Andrea," I said, "Gillian should be
proud to have such a pretty young mother." She shuddered.
"This is how things are going to be," I told her,
"Gillian will have had a shower after hockey training.
You will be downstairs in the kitchen preparing our
supper, when Gillian comes home. When she comes in you
are to send Gillian to her room and tell her to put on
the nightdress and panties that she was wearing last
night. She is not to wear slippers or a dressing gown and
you will then bring her to me in the bedroom. You will
bring her in and tell me that I have your permission to
do what I like to her and then you will watch as I kiss
her and begin to feel her. You will then go down and stay
downstairs for half an hour while I play with your
daughter. By then you should have made us some supper.
After half an hour you can come and knock at the bedroom
door with the supper and we might let you in if we are
not too busy. If you forget any of that, or get any of it
wrong, I will thrash your fat arse with my belt in front
of your daughter."
"Please don't do this," she begged, "don't shame me in
front of my daughter." I looked at her and laughed.
"I don't repeat myself," I said warningly, "just go
downstairs and get on with it." Andrea went down the
stairs and almost at once the outside door opened and I
heard Gillian's high-pitched teenage tones. After a few
minutes I heard a soft knock at the bedroom door. I got
off the bed and opened it, looking at the two frightened
blondes almost identically attired in black night-
dresses. They could almost have been sisters rather than
mother and daughter. I stood aside and motioned them in.
"Have you spoken to Gillian, Andrea?" I asked. Andrea
nodded. "Well?" I said.
Andrea said quietly, "I have told Gillian that she is to
stay in here with you while I make your supper and that
she is to do what she is told, and that I want her to do
it. She doesn't really understand."
"Very good," I said, "she soon will understand." I took
the teenager by the arm and pulled her gently to me. I
tilted up her chin to my face and, looking over at her
horrified young mother I began to kiss her virtually
naked daughter. I put my left arm round the girl and slid
it down to the slight swell of her under-developed bottom
and began to fondle her buttock. Her mother gasped again.
I slightly turned Gillian so that her mother could see
exactly what I was doing and put my right hand on the
upper part of her waist with my thumb brushing the
underside of her immature but fairly prominent breast.
So far my kiss had been very gentle but now I slightly
extended my tongue so that it touched Gillian's soft
lips. I pressed slightly more firmly and the trembling
young teenager's lips parted. I slipped my tongue between
her lips and took possession of her sweet young mouth. As
I began to kiss her more deeply I moved my right hand
slowly up on to her tit and began to feel her through the
nylon of the nightdress. As the teenager gasped under an
adult kiss with the hand that I still had on her arse I
drew her more firmly towards me so that her cunt was
pressed against my prick. She was a tall girl, about the
same height as her mother. I felt her nipple begin to
stiffen under my hand so I moved to the other breast. As
I continued to feel her I took my lips from hers and
looked across at her mother.
"Well, Andrea?" I asked, "What is it like to have given
your daughter, practically naked, to me and giving me
permission to do what I like to her? How do you feel now
that you can see her being touched up in front of you and
knowing that you are letting me do it?"
"You made me do it!" she gasped, "I'd give anything not
to have it happen."
I laughed. "You haven't got anything I want more than
your pretty daughter. Now get out and leave us alone.
When the supper is ready come bring up mine and Gillian's
on a tray and knock and wait. Don't come in whatever
noises you hear until you are told."
I turned my back on her as she left the room crying and I
led her pretty young daughter to the bed. I lay down on
the bed and motioned for Gillian to join me which she
quickly did. I enjoyed watching her lithe young body so
clearly revealed by the sheer sexy material of the
nightdress.
There are few things more appealing than a fit young
teen-age girl's developing body. Her breasts moved
appealingly under the sheer nylon and as she drew her
legs on to the bed I looked down to the join at the top
of her legs and let her see me looking. She began to
blush sweetly. The tight panties outlined the fleshy lips
and prominent mound of her young cunt and the soft fleece
on her pubic mound showed clearly through the thin
material. She appeared to take after her mother in this
department, both had well-developed fleshy cunts with a
prominent pubic mound well dressed with curly blonde
hair!
"Take your hair out of the pony-tail darling," I said,
"and leave it loose." She put both hands behind her head
to loosen her hair and this pose made her breasts stand
out firmly against the nylon nightie. I could see that
her nipples were making hard little points against the
thin material. She may be frightened still, but this sexy
little piece was excited despite herself as well. I
tilted the teenager's chin up and gently kissed her.
"Go to the bottom of the bed, darling and as I lift my
arse pull of my trousers and then come back up here," I
said gently. She quickly did as she was told and I
lifted up my arse to make it easier for her. I was now
completely naked beside the excited young teenager..
"Now, Gillian," I said, "you told me last night that you
had never touched your boyfriend's prick. I want you to
feel my prick and balls gently until I tell you to stop."
She looked fearfully down. My prick was semi-erect lying
across my thigh and must have looked huge to her
inexperienced eyes. She did not move but just lay looking
dumbly at it. "Do it," I said quietly, "or you know that
I will hurt you."
She reached out with her small hand and gingerly touched
my prick about half way up the shaft. I made her close
her hand around the shaft and showed her how to wank me.
My prick rapidly became fully erect under this treatment.
"Do you know what you are doing Gillian?" I asked.
She shook her head.
I laughed. "I don't believe you, you little liar. You may
never have done it before but I bet that you talked to
your posh Kent friends. Well?" I tilted her face up to
mine. The blonde teenager blushed deeply and her wide
baby-blue eyes looked into mine.
"I'm giving you a wank," she whispered shyly.
"That's right," I said, "now feel my balls with your
other hand." While the girl was wanking and feeling me I
put my mouth down to her firm young breast and began to
suck the nipple through it's nylon cover. She gasped and
her hand tightened on my prick. I took my mouth from her
tit for a moment. "Wank me harder, Gillian," I said and
the girl lengthened her stroke until she was tossing me
off very nicely indeed. I went back to sucking her tit,
moving from one to the other.
Her sexually inexperienced young body was wriggling
excitedly under the unaccustomed caresses as her nipples
stiffened and I began to become aroused again. I did not
intend, however to fuck Gillian this time. It would be
something for her and her mother to worry about while I
was away, what I was going to do to them when I returned.
Time was getting on and I had done all that I really
wanted to in the time I had. There was a slight noise at
the bedroom door and a gentle knock. Gillian's hand froze
on my prick. I took my lips from her stiff nipple.
"Carry on wanking me off, Gillian," I said and waited
till she complied. I then told her mother to come in and
went back to sucking her daughter's nipple. Andrea came
through the door and gasped as she saw her young daughter
tossing off a naked man. I lay back with my hands behind
my head and looked at the horrified young mother watching
her virgin teenage daughter tossing a man off and
fondling his hairy balls.
"You can serve us our supper now Andrea," I said casually
and the trembling mother poured coffee and offered
sandwiches to her daughter and to the man who had so
quickly and easily assumed control of their lives. I made
her stand by the bed as we finished our supper and she
stood nervously shifting from one foot to the other and
twisting her hands anxiously.
It was now nearly time for me to go but there was one
last act which would burn the activities of the past days
into the minds of mother and daughter and let them know
how things were going to be as long as they lived in the
valley. I finished my supper and lay back with my hands
behind my head looking at Andrea. "Toss me off Gillian,"
I ordered, and the girl immediately reached for my prick
and began to wank me back to stiffness. her mother gasped
with horror again. I looked up at Andrea.
"Give me your panties," I said simply. She reddened and
then went pale and began to tremble.
"You couldn't be so wicked as to make me do that in front
of my daughter," she gasped.
"Let me put it this way," I said quietly, "if your
panties are not off in ten seconds I will take my belt to
both you and Gillian before I leave."
She did not hesitate but wriggled the panties down her
slender legs and held them out to me blushing. I did not
take them at once of course, knowing me would you really
have expected me to? I let the young mother stand
humiliating herself with her panties in her outstretched
trembling hand as she watched her daughter tossing off my
stiff prick. "Do you think that your Mummy has a nice
cunt, Gillian?" I asked.
They both gasped with horror and I laughed and took her
panties. "Get on the bed, Andrea," I ordered.
She lay on the other side of me so that I was between her
and her daughter, who was still giving me a nice wank.
"Pull your heels up to your arse Andrea and spread your
thighs," I said, "you should know the position by now."
The frightened woman immediately did as she was told and
I put my hand between her thighs and gently finger-fucked
her as her daughter wanked me. Despite herself Andrea was
turned on and her cunt was wet under my fingers. I gently
removed Gillian's hand from my prick and moved down the
bed so that I was between her mother's spread inviting
thighs. "You know what sex is about, Gillian," I said,
"you have had lessons at school and I am sure that you
and your friends have sniggered about it. Well now you
are going to see it."
"No, please, no," Andrea whispered. I moved forward so
that my prick was brushing the outer lips of her hairy
cunt.
"Open the lips of your cunt, Andrea," I said. I now had
such complete domination that, in spite of the presence
of her daughter she immediately did as I commanded. "Now,
Gillian," I said, "take my prick in you hand and push it
up your mother's cunt." There was no hesitation now as
the frightened girl did as I told her and I slid my stiff
prick straight up the young mother, sheathing myself in
her to the balls as she lay beside her daughter. The
humiliated young woman was as red as a beet-root as she
submitted under me in the presence of her virgin
daughter.
"Well, Gillian," I said, "what do you think of your
mother now, lying with a man's stiff prick hard up her
waiting to be fucked?" Gillian trembled but did not
reply.
I lay forward and began to feel Andrea's plump breasts as
I began to fuck her. I did not have much time now as it
was already later than I should have liked so I began to
ride Andrea harder, making sure that my prick brushed her
erect clitoris with each stroke. I intended to make her
come in the presence of her daughter. I increased my
stroke, shagging the arse off her.
She clearly was trying not to co-operate as she was
ashamed in front of her young daughter. But the feelings
emanating from my continued agitation of her stiff little
clitoris overcame her inhibitions and, despite herself,
her thighs locked themselves around my waist and pulled
me deeper up her hairy hole. She began to gasp with each
stroke and then to emit wordless squeals.
I had also forgotten Gillian by now as I rode her mother
to her last shattering orgasm of the day. Andrea squealed
loudly as I came up her and lay panting on her, squeezing
and mauling her sweaty tits through the clinging nylon as
her thighs fell to the bed and lay spread and wanton. The
room smelt of cunt. While I was lying stuck up the
fucked-out mother I reached over and grasped her
daughter's tit. Gillian gasped as I pulled her to me by
the nipple and began to deeply kiss her. I felt the
daughter's breasts thoroughly through her nightdress as I
kissed her. I was really enjoying myself but, sadly, time
had run out and I had to go. I released Gillian and
pulled my prick from Andrea's sticky cunt and got off the
bed.
As I put my trousers on I looked at the shocked mother
still trembling from the orgasm and at her pretty
daughter who had learnt so much in such a short time. "I
have to go now," I said, "as I told you, I'll be away in
Switzerland for a few days. We can continue this when I
return."
I gave them a last look and left the bedroom. I collected
my sweater and shoes from the living room and went back
to my cottage where I had a quick coffee before loading
the car for my quick drive to the airport and my promised
re-union with Jonathan and my meeting with his bride,
Jane. (see 'The Climbing Hut').
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This is the third part of what was to be a three-part
story but I think that there may be more! 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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