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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. ********* 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 11