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 Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers Chapter 12 Mteen, First

   Lord Summerisle lead Tara over to one of the stone benches.  On one end
lay his robe and a rolled up towel.  Lord Summerisle sat on the other end
and indicated that Tara should sit next to him.  Still holding her gaze,
Lord Summerisle asked, "Have you ever seen a naked man before?  In real
life I mean."

   "N-not really, only in b-books," she stammered.

   "Have you ever been kissed before?" Tara thought of the night before but
Lord Summerisle continued ...  "by a man."

   "N-no." Tara felt compelled to be truthful.

   "Shall we change that?" Lord Summerisle leaned forward and placed a kiss
softly on Tara's lips.  Tara moaned, her nipples became hard and her pussy
began to ache.  Lord Summerisle grasped Tara's waist and drew her onto his
lap and he kissed her again.  Tara let out a stifled moan as she felt the
stem of the nobleman's prick begin to rise against her ass.

   Lord Summerisle's hand enclosed Tara's breast and pinched one of her
nipples.  His other hand roamed her damp body and his now hugely hard penis
pressed at the cleft between Tara's ass cheeks.  Iolanthe's father broke
the kiss, "On your back, Tara!" he demanded

   Tara had a faraway look on her face.  She s;owley rose from the bench
and moved away from the man, her eyes still glued to his cock.  She
obediently lay down on the bench, and placed a foot on the floor either
side of it.  Tara's thighs were spread wide.  The old Tara would have been
mortified at her brazen display of her vagina.  But now Tara thought, "I
want him to see my pussy.  I want him to touch it!"

   Lord Summerisle stood up.  His cock jutted straight out, thick and
weighty, tipped with a large deep red head.  The nobleman bent across the
naked teen and kissed her again.  Tara readily opened her mouth to let her
lover slip his tongue inside.  As they kissed, Lord Summerisle slid his
hand down Tara's belly.  Tara's breathing became deeper as Lord
Summerisle's hand came closer to the joining of her thighs.  She murmured
in pleasure as Lord Summerisle separated her cunt lips and began to gently
stroke her clit with his finger tips.

   Tara coiled her tongue around Lord Summerisle's.  His fingers at her
pussy felt so good.  Her hips were rhythmically pumping against the
wonderful strokes.  Lord Summerisle began to move his head down her 15
year-old body, licking her stiff nipples.  She squeezed her eyes shut at
the intensity of the experience.  The nobleman continued down the teen's
nubile body and now Tara felt kisses on her hairy pussy.  Lord Summerisle
grasped Tara's ass and urged her hips upward, to bring her clit even closer
to his mouth.  "Uuuuuh uuuuuhh mmmmmmmm," Tara moaned as Lord Summerisle
traced her pussy's slit with the tip of his tongue.  Her cries echoed
around the room.  Tara abandoned herself to her lust as she panted,
"Please!"

   Lord Summerisle stopped his ministrations, much to Tara's dismay. 
"Please what?" he asked.

   "Please fuck me," Tara moaned, her voice was almost a whisper.

   "I'm not sure I heard that," His Lordship taunted.  "You will have to
speak up!"

   "Please!  Please fuck me!" Tara cried out, her need all consuming.

   "It would be my pleasure!" Lord Summerisle replied.  "We'd better deal
with that bothersome hymen of yours"

   Lord Summerisle reached either side of the bench and brought Tara's feet
up and placed them close together on the bench.  This forced her thighs
even further apart.  Lord Summerisle reached past Tara's head and picked up
his towel.  He made Tara raise her hips off of the bench and he placed the
rolled towel beneath the girl's butt.

   This elevation, coupled with the wide division of her thighs, made the
lips of Tar's pussy gape slightly.  Lord Summerisle covered the humid cunt
with his palm.  He briefly played with her clit using his thumb.  The girl
was panting, overwhelmed by her unfulfilled desire.  She mouthed, ,
"Please?"

   Lord Summerisle smiled.  He moved along the bench slightly, his cock
twitching in anticipation.  He brought the head of his penis to Tara's
slit. The girl gasped as the head separated her cunt lips.  Lord Summerisle
placed his hands on Tara's shoulders, pinning them to the bench and pushed
his prick slowly into Tara's virgin pussy.

   As the shaft moved deeper, Tara's breath slowed she drew it in sharply
as her cunt lips completely engulfed the head of her lovers cock.  She let
out the breath but drew began to slowly draw it in again as the shaft of
Lord Summerisle's stiff prick slid up her vagina.  Suddenly Tara felt the
cock touch something that prevented it's further progress.  Lord Summerisle
began to draw his hips back.  Tara grumbled in disappointment, "Awwwww". 
To her delight he again began to slide his penis into her.

   Tara could feel her cunt clinging to Lord Summerisle's cock.  He went
only so deep as the obstacle that resisted his penetration and then slid
back out.  Lord Summerisle looked into Tara's eyes, "Are you ready Tara?"
he asked with a husk in his voice.

   Tara was unsure of what her lover meant but she nodded.  She knew she
could never say no to this man.  The nobleman drew his hips back further
than before, the head of his cock barely inside Tara's 15 year-old cunt. 
"Here we go!" he whispered and thrust into Tara's aching pussy.

   She groaned, "Ah ahahahhahahhhh aaahuuuuhhowwww!" The groan became a cry
of pain as her hymen was torn from her cunt.  Miss Tara Summerisle was no
longer a virgin.

   Lord Summerisle continued to thrust inward until his balls rested
against Tara's butt.  Her pussy spasmed around the thick shaft and she
grunted at the residual discomfort from her deflowering.  She was becoming
used to the incredible stretching her vagina was experiencing when, to her
horror, Lord Summerisle began you extract his cock.

   "N-no!" she wailed and lifted her feet off the bench.  Tara wrapped her
legs around her lover's waist and pressed her heels into his ass in an
attempt to keep his penis inside her.

   Lord Summerisle calmly placed her feet back on the bench and pulled
himself out of the girl's tight little cunt.  His stiff cock shone with a
mixture of Tara's juices and the blood of her deflowerment.  "Up you get,
Tara, and get on all fours!" he commanded.

   Tara shakily sat up on the bench and turned around.  She adopted the
position he told her to take.  She could feel a little blood in her pussy
still but it was diluted by the copious flood of juice that was flowing out
onto her thighs and ass cheeks.

   Lord Summerisle stood behind Tara.  He eased her thighs slightly wider
and then applied pressure to her shoulders.  Tara lowered her front and her
hips raised slightly.

   She held her breath as Lord Summmerisle touched her cunt again.  The
next moment she felt the nobleman grasp her hips just as the head of his
prick entered her pussy.  It went in with a stong thrust that caused Tara
to moan and her clit to throb.

   Lord Summerisle fucked the 15 year-old Sweetman girl hard and deep, each
inward thrust elicited a moan from the girl.  Tara's large titties shook
with the motion of their fucking.  Tara cried out again and again as her
body reached a crisis.  As she neared the point she began to babble.  Most
of her utterances were just animalistic grunts and moaning but as she came
she said one intelligible word, "Uh haaaaahh haaaaaaahhhh aaaahhhhh
oooooohhhhh DADDY!" Tara's head sank and she hid her face against her arms.

   "Interesting!" Lord Summerisle commented as he continued to piston his
cock in and out of Tara's tight little cunt.  "Don't you think so, Tam?"

   Tara looked up wide eyed.  "Wh-what?" Sshe asked and squinted towards
the arch.  There was a deep purple blur leaning against it.  Tara wasn't
wearing her glasses and it wasn't until the blur came closer and removed
his robe that she recognized Tam.

   "Very interesting Father!" Tam answered his father's question.