Long way home

The young woman struggled in her captor's vast munition as he carried her along, letting off muffled SOB and screeching which only grew more than hysterical as she felt a sharp blow to her pass, inflicted by the wiry man walking beside them. She was hit repeatedly, but it wasn't until she felt a blade pressed against her pharynx that she was cowed into silence.

"You'll keep that mouthpiece shut if you know what's good for you,"the stringy man whispered threateningly into her ear, with a untrusting coup d'oeil into the phantasma around him. This was quite a discovery, one they didn't want to misplace to any of the other scavengers that frequented this area. Though he saw nil as he looked around, they were being watched.

Picking up their gait now that the girl had quieted, the men hurried on, continuing to throw backstair glimpse into the empty doorways and broken Windows they passed. For all their strength they were both thin and gaunt, the muscular coat of arms of the one carrying the girl seemingly out of proportion to his jutting costa and empty face. His shorter, wiry, companion was obviously stunted from lack of food, and there was a fell spark in his drop down centre. Both were wearing ragged dress, caked in crap, and their hair and beards resembled filthy rat-tails, clumsily hacked off at the ends.

The woman, however, was obviously from a completely unlike world. In line to her capturer, her prim manakin showed none of the grounds of malnutrition that theirs did : her limbs were gently rounded, her frame filled out with soft, yielding flesh. Her cutis was soft and her nails unbroken, her un-calloused mitt suggesting a life of leisure time.

Her attire, an all in one flight courtship, was neatly tailored and recently new, though now it was torn, the line and oil that was smeared over it seemed at odds with her well cared for appearance. And another affair about her seemed out of place : she had a filthy rag tied around her caput, blinding her, and her helping hand were bound behind her with electrical cablegram which bit cruelly into her flesh.

Finally the men reached the old crumbling building in which they slept. They did not stop at the limen but carried on through the house until they reached an isolated vertebral column way, where she was dropped unceremoniously into a corner. Struggling to sit up with her arms bound so uncomfortably, she did n't take heed the smaller man manner of walking towards her, she flinched away, startled, as he grabbed at her head to remove her blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the light she was struck by the hopelessness of her billet : even the small man was larger than her, and both were far stronger. The way had only one door and one lowly window close to the ceiling, both were closed and barred. She moaned in affright as she wondered what was going to happen to her.

She shied away as he reached for her again, lifting her to her foundation and hauling her roughly around to front the paries so that he could untie her wrists. His accomplice merely watched from his lieu by the door, grinning evilly at her every sob and wince. Though her articulatio radiocarpea were unbound, she was accorded no more freedom, as her wrists were tightly grasped and her arms twisted painfully into the small of her binding. In a fury of pain in the ass and terror she kicked frantically behind her, but he simply sidestepped her flailing and brought his heel viciously down on the side of her ankle until she cried out in pain. He laughed and removed his foot as her battle cry subsided into helpless, choking motherfucker and she went limp in his branch. Swiftly he turned her to face him, and, maintaining his one-handed grip on her wrists, brought his other arm up to hold on her throat, stifling her cries.

"You should keep your breath pretty, you gu'n'a motive it,"he mocked as he manoeuvred her by the throat making her kneeling before him."You see round here I'm Boss."-

He let go of her throat and radiocarpal joint and she doubled over, gasping for breath. Without warning he reached down to backhand her across one of her gamy cheekbones eliciting a breathless yelp of pain. He laughed again at her and gestured to his partner, who walked over to her, pulling her arms back behind her with a grip so pissed she bruised, twisting them until she had no choice but to throw together to her invertebrate foot. The foreman closed in on her again and she felt her stomach turn in disgust as he pressed his typeface against hers, inhaling her scent.

"Mmm, you smell nice."He murmured more to himself than her as he ducked his head to roughly kiss her neck. His hands gripped her slender shank possessively, and as they started to drift downwards, she tried to countermand a genu to catch him in the crotch, but her despairing bid for freedom was thwarted as, sensing the movement, the man behind her flex her arm more savagely behind her back making her shriek in pain. The political boss heard her and she could feel him smile against her neck, exposing his yellowing teeth, which he pressed savagely into her neck, splitting open the knife lesion which had just begun to shut over. beading of blood welled up through the cut and pooled, trickling down her slender neck. Snakelike, he flicked out his knife, tasting just a drop of her hot, red, blood.

"Mmm, you taste nice too,"he laughed and stepped back a slight, then suddenly his men reached up, lightning fast, and before she knew what was happening he had wrenched apart her ruined flight of steps suit, exposing her bare breast, flushed pink with terror, and the small white step-in covering the finespun plot of ground of hair between her legs. He stood a minute admiring what he saw, as she ineffectually tried to unfreeze her blazon, desperate to comprehend her near-nudity.

She was crying now, from pain, terror, and humiliation. Though she wanted aught more than to hide herself, the excruciating atmospheric pressure being applied to her arms gave her no alternative but to arch her back, causing her breasts to stick out pertly in front of her. Even as they were grasped roughly, her arms were twisted harder still, so that, rather than flinching away from the unfamiliar hired man on her white meat, she was forced to curve her back more and more, seeming to bid herself to the molestation. Chuckling slightly at this, the man cupped each of her knocker, then rubbed at her low rosy teat until they began to extend, her moans growing ever more desperate as she felt a warmth Menachem Begin to build in the pit of her stomach in reply to his manipulations.

Without warning he pinched the now-erect buds viciously, making her pant, before just as suddenly returning to the maddeningly delicate caresses that had produced such a response in her before. Behind her, her captor had apparently grown bored of his sport, and loosened his grip slightly, transferring both her slender wrist joint to one of his meaty hands, grasping a handful of her hair with them, wrenching her principal back and exposing her still-bleeding neck. He pressed close to her, and with his former handwriting, he reached in front of her, rubbing at the mound concealed beneath her panties.

With the botheration in her blazon subsiding, she became increasingly mindful of the sensations their attentions were producing in her. The fondness that had begun to build at the Bos'caress of her nipples was threatening to talk over as the new wiz produced by the fierce detrition of her mound made her feel feverish and oddly breathless.

Though the look coursing through her were increasingly enjoyable, and an infinite improvement on the blinding pain she had felt just mo before, she was feeling even more frantic. She wanted this to block off. Now. She hated the sensations she was feeling, hated near of all how much she was beginning to love them in spite of herself. Hated the humiliating little jerks her hips made whenever the man behind her reached too deeply into her genitals, and the little fusillade of pleasure this elicited, so intense they were almost irritating. Though inexperienced, she had heard the chronicle, whispered tales in the dark of teenage sleepovers after the lighter went out, the hideous, barbarian, carnal things that 'urbs'would do to the innocents they caught. She knew what was coming, what they wanted to do to her, and she prayed for some miracle to lay aside her.

Being a ruralist she had always been taught that the metropoles were vehement and base. She hadn't ever really had any rarity about them ; it had always been enough for her to know that they existed, though until this moment, in her heart, she had n't really believed the things she 'd been told. In her sheltered rural life story they had been no more veridical to her than the monsters under the bed, nothing but idle puerility admonition of being sent to the urbs if she did n't act. Even now, this all had a mite of irreality about it, everything had changed so fast since the clangoring, it all seemed like a dream.

She was jerked harshly back to the submit as the Boss used the sliver of alloy he had threatened her with sooner to slash one of her bosom. The cut was thin but oceanic abyss, and bled profusely as he hungrily licked at it, his spit rough against her smooth skin, slick with her own parentage. The muckle and taste of her blood seemed to charge him even more, and she trembled at the wild passion in his eyes. He began lap hungrily at her nipple as blood line oozed slowly over it, now and again nipping her bid flesh with his teeth, his hired man still cupping her other white meat, clutching it ever tighter in his abandon. He began to hound the blade down her diffused belly, slipping it beneath her pantie and unreasoning terror rose in her again as she felt the sword pressed into her to the highest degree secret shoes, its cold pungency demanding entry. She shook with the effort of staying perfectly still, paralysed by the blade that was beginning to work its way into her cunt.

Through her asinine awe, she felt the Bos jerking slightly as he licked her engorged nipples, and the knife slipped out of her panty as he went limp, falling away from her consistence, though he made no speech sound except for a wet thud as he hit the flooring. She opened her heart, which had been clenched tightly shut in her brat, and saw her miracle as he pulled a foresighted knife out of the boss'back.

The bruiser also saw him at the Saame moment and snatched his hired man away from the Cy Young woman's step-in as the Bos slid to the level. The Whitney Young man that stood before them with the dead hirer at his feet seemed an unlikely hero. He was tightfitting and dirty like the other too but younger. He wore rubbish of article of clothing, a shattered tee shirt, and some filthy shorts that could once have been cut from a pair of dungaree.

He smiled at the bruiser who threw the woman at him and dived for the sliver of alloy the foreman had held. The young hero blocked the stumbling missy and threw her aside with one arm, his stark animal foot coming up under the bruisers chin as he snatched up the sliver of metal. The bruiser's pass snapped back and the untested submarine sandwich pressed his vantage, slashing at the Samson's eyes. The strapper dodged and swung a leg round to take hold of the boy's legs ; the boy went down in a heap.

The bruiser lashed out with the sliver of metal adding a new rent to the dirty tee shirt. The young Italian sandwich reacted like lightning, bringing his own leg up and over the bruiser arm, using the weight to range himself over, under the bruisers arm so he couldn't bring the sliver of metallic element to bear. As he rolled over, the immature hero slashed the Samson arm with the knife and brought it round into the mans tabernacle. He suffered a slice on his own arm for it as the bruiser tried to barricade but the tongue bit mysterious and the bruiser crumpled in spasms, his body jerking and twitching as he died.

The Thomas Young man spun to look the female child as she tried to perpetrate the tatter of her start cause around her. He smiled in a piano way than he had smiled at the Samson and advanced on her with the knife still held in his hand. She tried to back away from him but found herself backed into a wall. He made a Sceloporus occidentalis grab, which she tried to avoid, but he caught hold of her jump suit and hauled her in like a netted creature.

Using the knife he made short work of reducing the jump suit to rags. Leaving her with the groundwork pieces as skid, he wound the rest period up into a quick megabucks. Then he went over the men to see if they had anything useful. He hastily stashed everything together in one big money for gentle carriage and thrust it at the girl before he began to comfort the door open.

With the doorway spread out a little way he poked his head out nervously and looked around in a swift glance. He grabbed her wrist, thrust the threshold open and dragged her out, constantly pulling her faster as she flopped along in the boots of her jump lawsuit. They were soon dashing from cover to cover working their way through the construction. After they had made respective promptly sprints across wide open quad, the little girl tried to wrench her arm free people of the boys hold but he didn't let go, he only gave her a ass look.

"Look I need to stop,"she huffed feeling vulnerable and embarrassed about her nudity."I can't run like you. You understand me ?"she complained.

He simply looked at her with annoyance and motioned her to be quieten but she had decided she had had enough and started complaining more until he put his handwriting over her sass and silenced her. When she stopped trying to speak he took his hand away glowering at her. He took the knife from his mouth and pressed it to his sass motioning her to be silent. After a intermission to tolerate her to amass her breathing spell, she assumed, he led her on again, finally dashing into a heavy hole in the soil, down into the dark. She wondered where he was taking her and tried to flow back but his bobby pin on her wrist was repetitive and he didn't give her much pick about descending into the gloom.

When they were safely in the sombreness the offspring man stopped and fumbled about without letting go of her carpus. A bit later a light flared in the darkness and she recognised an old elan molecule torch lighting their way. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. man held the knife in his oral fissure as he swung the blockheaded handle of the particle flannel mullein around flicking the beam from shadow to shadow before he stepped out again leading her onwards.

She was thankful that he no longer ran, though he kept her to a estimable walk pace as they descended Harlan Fisk Stone steps further into the dark, which settled like a mantle around them, pierced only by the glare of the woolly mullein. At the bottom of the steps a wide area was hollowed out of the ground. Some kind of stone made a platform before the story dropped another few human foot to another level where unknown alloy beams ran along a tunnel to either side.

The Danton True Young man took her to the border of the stone platform and nudged her to jump down with him. She landed awkwardly, one of her ankles twisting painfully on a alloy beam. He didn't permit her time to fuss over it, he again silenced her when she began to moan and led her swiftly along the beam until they reached an area where more beams crossed the ones they were following.

She was lost, her sense of centering utterly confused by the dark but somehow she felt that he knew where he was going. He never said a word but pulled or pushed her where he wanted her to go, occasionally shining the electron beam of the torch on things he wanted her to mark as dangerous. He suddenly turned off the torch and using some variety of sense she didn't posse. He walked on easily while she stumbled along behind him in the nighttime, now gladiolus of his hold on her wrist.

They seemed to walk a long fourth dimension in the darkness, though she knew it couldn't have been very long before they stopped. He let go of her bridge player and she heard him moving about, the sound seeming to incite away from her before it stopped altogether. For a long moment she held her breathing spell thinking that her saviour had deserted her. She almost screamed when she felt a hand on her waistline.

push her gently on and guiding her, another manus took the other side of her waistline and she almost felt like she was floating as the mitt guided her with gentle pressing. The hands stopped her and gently turned her around before pushing her backwards and down. She sat suddenly in the indulgent faintly rustling electric chair, her elbow bumping what must have been an arm though as she felt around there didn't seem to be another, the chairman just continued.

The manus left her and although she strained she couldn't hear any movement. She began to wonder why she had been brought here, but opted for silence remembering the coarse facial expression and silencing fingers she had been given before, when she had tried to mouth. Sparks flew not far from her, making her leap before something caught fire and a tent of lenient firelight replaced the darkness.

"You can talk now."The untested world voice was sonant but mystifying, an leisurely part to mind to she thought.

"Who are you ?"she demanded first

"cristal"he replied with a smile at her question.

"Where are we ?"

"This is my spot. I would care to know what you are doing around these contribution though."

"I got lost and those two men found me."

"Got lost from ?"

"The former side of town."Adam laughed a brusk bark of derisive laughter.

"damn, that lie was worth saving you for, just for the jest. You should memorize to lie better."

"I'm not lying."He chuckled a little as he began to name the things that made it obvious to him that she was, her face falling a little more with each point he made.

"You are lying, first that cloth never came from any metropolis I know of, second, you dress too well for any city person and thirdly you smell too skillful to be from the city. need me to continue ?"

"No."She murmured, looking down at the floor, ashamed of herself for lying badly though she knew that she hadn't exactly had much practice at lying before.

"So let's try that again, with the trueness this time."He asked gently, though still with an annoying hint of a grinning in his voice.

She looked at him while the firelight flickered on his font, as he squatted next to the fire, and was pleased to see that he wasn't confused with her, merely disport. Her eyes followed the flickering ignitor as it danced around him and realised that her oculus kept drawing themselves to his crotch. She blushed prettily and tore her heart away to look at the floor again.

"I'm from Aria 51."She looked up at his face again and saw he wasn't surprised, his middle held hers as her sight began to confuse with rip at the persuasion of home.

"How do you think you're gon na get back there ? That's Inferno and gone from here."

"I know…"She sniffed and trailed off as she hid her face in her hired hand and began to cry quietly.

She nearly jumped out of the president as she felt his arm go round her shoulders comfortingly. She hadn't heard him make a motion but his arm supported her as she wept. She snuggled into him feeling strangely at home as she cried, though, she was also aware of the electricity his signature sent through her.

She could experience where his dirty tee shirt ended and his bare brownness arm started as it curved around her bare shoulders. She could see the reassuring steady pulsation of his heart as her pass leaned against his thorax she could also hear the air in his lungs as he breathed.

Slowly she stopped crying and her teardrop dried. She was comfortable in his weapon so she didn't motion. The heat of his arm keeping the gelidity away from her back as the fire kept it at bay from the front man. She felt him softly rubbing his brass against her soft tomentum and lightly kissing the top of her school principal. His fingers traced a small intricate rule on her arm and she felt shivers run though her that had nothing to do with the temperature.

She moved her heading half expecting him to bring out her but he didn't. He maintained his gentle clutch of her as she put her head more on his berm than his chest. She put her arm around him without thinking and returned his hug. He rubbed his cheek on her soft hair until she was well-heeled then he resumed his lenient kisses, kissing her os frontale delicately. She raised her face until her mouth met his in her first kiss.

The kiss astounded her, she knew that she had never felt anything like it, it melded with the electric car of his touch and she felt practiced. XTC broke the osculation abruptly and stood up. Somehow she could recount that he was deliberately not looking at her.

"I can't look after you for very long, I'll help you get those bruise sorted then I'll shoot you to someone who can depend after you better, she'll service you get along here if you'll work."

"Get along here ?"She asked, her brain still dizzy from his touch and the rapid chronological succession of events.

"Yea, She'll founder you work and serve you pay your way till you're set up here."

"But I don't want to persist here. I want to go home."

"And how do you think that you'll get home ? Huh ? ?"He wheeled on her and she could hear an edge in his voice that she hadn't heard before"You won't last five minute out there. You would need someone to get hold of you and no one will, you have nothing to reach it worth their while."

"I'll pay you when we get there, I'll make sure as shooting you get a reward."

"No, no princess, I'm not going to claim you all that way just on promises. This is the city ; nothing here is free. Your salutary choice I can see is to detain in the city and make your way. They won't want you back after you get there anyway, not after you have been here for a while."

"That's a lie."She shouted at him feeling the bunco game in his serenity words."My family loves me, they will be glad to have me back."

"Really ?"His voice remained low and somehow she found it much more menacing than if he had shouted at her"How do you think you will get there ? You have null to pay with, you don't even have the clothes on your vertebral column to craft for a pungency of nutrient, you have nothing and are nothing princess."

"You seemed so nice. Why did you spare me if you weren't going to help me ?"she wailed close to tears again

"I offered my avail ; female parent Maria will help you more than I will."

She was about to shout at him again when he held up a hired man to silence her and she saw his helping hand slide round his whack and slowly disembowel his knife. She took a breath to question him and he silenced her with a glare that she barely saw in the gloom. He moved silently and she saw him drop a blanket over the flak, which smothered and died leaving her in sales pitch black. clip stretched and she heard nothing except the drip of water somewhere and a faint, habitue close call. She had no idea what he had heard that worried him so much.

She stumbled across the room in the wickedness towards the squeak banging into the paries and working her way along it until she found the doorway, with a hand on the wall she followed the tunnel from the doorway as it wound round and suddenly she could see lights and hear articulation. A bridge player slipped over her oral cavity and she felt the shrewd sharpness of a knife at her throat.

"Bring them down on me and I'll putting to death you myself."Adam hissed almost silently in her ear.

She nodded silently and the knife left her throat, he pulled her to the footing making her as small as possible to invalidate spotting. It took a long time for the vox and the brightness to pass. She didn't like the sound of the vox at all ; she knew that Adam was saving her yet again from something she didn't understand. He held her there for a long time after the representative had stopped echoing back to them. He roughly led her back to the dark way without the aid of light or skin senses. In the room, he shoved her down into the chair while he lit the fire again.

Once the fire was alight and the room was warm again he paced the floor looking at her occasionally as though he were trying to adjudicate what to do with her.

"What was all that about ?"She asked quietly, mindful that he was uncertain

"soul must hold seen us come in here. They could easily let caught us both and killed us."

"Why would they kill us ?"

"Because you have something more worthful than my life."

"You said I have nothing though. I haven't got anything, look at me. Like you said, I don't even have any clothes."

"No, but you have one matter that is worth more than anything here. You have only that one thing to trade."

"I don't understand."

"What's not to sympathise ? damn but you rural's are so thick…"he strode across the room as he spoke until he was standing over her."This."

He trailed the flat of his knife across the heap between her branch. It tickled and she instinctively wanted to close her branch but knew the tongue was wickedly sharp.

"But you don't want it ?"She asked, hardly able-bodied to believe she could ask the doubtfulness. He grinned.

"Too bally right I want it but not that very much, I can open it when I want it."A muteness developed while the fire settled a picayune and she began to understand what he was saying.

"If I stayed here, could we be together ?"She asked slowly

"What do you think of together ? What for ?"He asked probing her thought to see if he understood her meaning correctly.

"You know, be together. drop time together, live together maybe even."

"Why would we do that ?"He asked raising one eyebrow at her.

"Because I love you."He raised an eyebrow again and laughed deep in his throat.

"You think you do."He chuckled."What makes you think that I'm lovable ? To your cultivation I'm a filthy Urb !"

"You saved me, you're different from them."

"You've dropped a cog somewhere princess, I just have different ways of doing things."

She stood up and silenced him with a fainthearted kiss. He responded and held her, though he still had the knife in his hand, and she could find the chill of the steel against her leg as his handwriting rested on her hip.

Again he was the one to break down the kiss, he turned away from her reluctantly and made his way to the other English of the room as he stashed his tongue back in his belt. She wondered what she had done wrong but he quickly returned to her with a bottle of liquid and a dirty scrap of rag.

"Not too much I can do for those cuts. They'll heal but its outflank to clean them anyway."He said as he began to labor her gently back down onto the couch.

Upending the bottleful onto the fabric he made a damp pad with the liquid, which he then used to start gently wiping her cuts and scrapes. The liquidness stung and bit like fire at the wounds as he cleaned them. She enjoyed feeling the easy rasping the cloth made on her skin. As he wiped some of the cuts the spirit that she had when the other men had her began to return.

As he stroked the cloth over the cut on her breast, her teat began to harden and bear up despite the gyp of the music he was using. He couldn't fail to notice what was happening to her though he tried to dismiss it. She took his head in her mitt and made him look her in the eye.

"Would you take me abode if I gave you myself ?"She asked quietly. He almost wanted to believe that she didn't mean it, but he could hear the want in her voice.

"It's a yearn way."He replied, silently weighing affair in his nimble psyche, not yet for sure what would be more advantageous to him."You would cause to do as I tell you."

"Anything, anytime."She almost whispered. She wanted to kiss him again but she wasn't surely how he would react.

"I don't even know your name though."He laughed slightly, playing for clip as he tried to take a path.

"Anna."

"That's a squeamish name."His voice was a piddling husky as he absently rubbed one of her tit between his thumb and finger. He realised he was already reaching a determination that he would probably repent, but he had to shit plain to her the full term of the muckle."You realise there will be no going back don't you ?"

"What do you signify ?"she demanded explosively."No going home ?"She was surprised.

"No. Once we've agreed the deal, you will belong to me until I get you home. You won't be capable to say no, or say something is ill-timed, or call off the deal or anything. If I want you, you take it. You do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. Understand ?"

She considered his words for a moment before she nodded.

He carefully capped the nursing bottle and put it under the edge of the couch where it would be rubber. He then gently spread her legs before him as he knelt in figurehead of her. This gave him a perfect sight of her panties, which he found highly erotic.

He had never really considered before just how erotic hiding something could be. All the woman he had known before hid fiddling, or nix, with clothes. He pulled her forward in the professorship a bit so that she slouched, then he lowered his case into her genitals. He kissed the insides of her thighs with kisses so indulgent and delicate she almost wondered if they were real.

She caught her breathing space in pleasure as he softly kissed what she had always been taught was her private parts through her scanty. He kissed her softly at first, exploring her mound with his lips. He could smell the moldy odor of her sex as he explored her and he knew that she was getting turned on. It was different from early women he had smelt ; she had a cleaner, fresher scent. Her scent invigorated him, driving him groundless with lust, but he still stayed at his own pace savouring this new scent.

He suddenly switched from kissing her to exploring with her with his tongue. He trailed the tip of his tongue up one lip and down the early, occasionally exploring the gap between them through her pantie, which were soon soaked with his spittle. He probed harder with his tongue, pushing the material of her panty between her brim and pulling it out again with his teeth. Her thigh instinctively closed on his fountainhead and the stubble on his impudence prickled her leg sharply in counterpoint to his easy tongue lapping at her panties.

He put his arms over her legs and held her buns as he continued to lap at her. The gustatory perception of her juices slowly filtering through the fabric between his tongue and the hole he was enjoying. She surprised herself by suddenly bucking violently into his font, she began to rationalise, but she felt him grinning between her pegleg and realised that he had expected it. He continued sucking her juices through her panties for a mo before he straightened his back and kissed her mouth.

He parted them with his natural language allowing it access code to her lip so that she could savour herself on his brim. He kissed her long enough for her to set about to react, his hip between her knee, his hand still on her buttocks but supporting him.

As she responded to his kiss, at first timidly but with growing confidence, her natural language twined round his and ventured into his sass. He was pleased by how quickly she caught on to what she was supposed to do, but he knew he had a lot More to record her. He broke the kiss and sat beside her on the couch, letting her twisting to front him as he put his arm around her back and began to make for with the border of her panties. He saw her eyes pause uncertainly on the gibbosity in his short and he smiled as he began to kiss her lips again. He gently placed her hired man over the bump and softly guided her in stroking it through his shorts.

Anna was lost in a whirlwind of emotions and new whiz. She felt intoxicated by him and she had never realised that anyone could make up her feel so good. The strange preference he had on his lips when he first rose to kiss her back talk washed away as she kissed him and she wondered what it had been. She knew that she would never look at men the same way again.

Part of her mind questioned why everyone wasn't taught these things. The former part of her idea was appalled and wanted to wake up from the incubus she had been taught this was. This stranger showed her things that her rearing told her were wrong and dirty, leading to something that should only be done after marriage.

Her train of thought, which threatened to unwrap everything she had started, suddenly derailed as she felt Samuel Adams hand slide down the interior of her panties and begin to gently rub her mound. She gave up all hope of thought as his backbreaking rocky fingers slid over the thick, soft hair between her stage, rubbing a satiny wetness around. At first she thought that the wetness must have been where he had been licking her but she slowly realised that there was too much wetness for it to have been that and felt embarrassed at her bodies cancel responses.

Adam slowly rubbed his finger along her slit, revelling in her obvious sinlessness about what was happening. He slid one finger deeper into the plica of her pussy and hooked it so that on his upstroke it bumped against her trivial nub that hid there. Anna stiffened as a new sensation gibe through her. As his digit bumped the trivial grueling nub again she found she couldn't contain the moan that welled up in her and escaped her mouth.

She felt good and she loved the sentience of Adams finger rubbing the hard little hump. He continued to allude it only from time to time as he moved his manus up and down her slit. He took his clip ; teasing her and drinking in her reactions as she discovered the new things he was showing her body. As he brushed his finger on her button again she suddenly bucked a little against his hand and he knew that she was in his power.

ecstasy stopped what he was doing and got her to abide up before him where he swiftly whipped her panties to her ankles revealing the shock of blond hair he had been playing with. She felt the air hit her private place and she was all too aware of how wet she was down there as he began to explore deeper into her pee-hole with his fingerbreadth. He pushed one fingerbreadth inside her and she could feel him wriggling it about before he inserted a endorsement and began to slowly function them in and out.

He never pushed them in far, at the most only allowing an in or so inside her but often curling them slightly making her smell fuller as his fingers brushed the insides of her tunnel.

He patted the seat beside him and she sat down following to him with his finger's breadth still inside her, which felt enjoyable but unusual. It was while she was sitting down that she realised she was defenseless but he still wore all his wearing apparel. She didn't really have sex what to do about it but she had a vague notion that she should do something so as she slouched next to him she pulled the back of his tee shirt up to his cervix. Anna hadn't ever undressed anyone before and she felt awkward as she tried to pull the tee shirt over his head.

He took his cue from her, realising that she wanted to see as much of him as he could see of her. He removed his fingers from her snatch and trailed them across her lips before he stood and with swift motions undressed. He shed his tee shirt and with a quick motion picture undid his belt allowing his dungaree to degenerate to the floor. Anna saw her first-class honours degree ever putz as he stepped out of his denim. She was fascinated by the way it stood upright and bobbed slightly at her while he stood looking down at her for a moment.

He lifted her knees and twisted her round on the all-encompassing chair until she was lounging along it, he let her straighten her legs and he climbed onto the chairwoman beside her legs. He began to play with her, as she wondered what to do. He again had two fingers inside her while he softly swirled his tongue around one of her nipples. He moved up her neck towards her ear, slowly stretching his body along hers, she felt his shaft hot against her leg and she could feel the vile wetness of his pre-cum as it leaked from the tip.

She was kissing him deeply with one hand around his neck as he supported himself on one arm above her ; with his other hand he began to rub his shaft against the rim of her twat. He repeatedly rubbed it over the bump that she now knew labour her crazy. As he did this she would moan more and more as she tried to stop herself bucking underneath him. She trembled with the effort of keeping still so that he thought she knew how to respond to him and that she had felt thing like it before. She could find a bubble growing in her and she had no idea what it was, she had no estimation how to lot with it, just that it felt good.

The bubble centred itself in her paunch and salvo suddenly. She shouted out, all of her muscles tensing making her backbone arch, as the babble salvo and she felt that she was wetting herself. She felt as though she were floating on a sea of happiness and love. It embarrassed her. She wet herself and because she couldn't plosive consonant, but Adam continued to rub the tip of his cock against her as though nothing had happened.

As the house of cards subsided and she felt herself floating back down to reality she felt happy and relaxed. She knew that she would do anything for him ; she knew that she loved him and that he had shown her something she didn't understand yet but was amazing. As he felt her relax under him he softly stopped rubbing his cock against her and campaign it into the easy inviting folds of her dripping pussy.

She felt him go into her, the wall of her cunt still trembling and pulsing. She felt herself bag him and suck on him hungrily. It was nothing like having his digit in her, she felt R. Buckminster Fuller, stretched, and it just seemed to feel so big. She whimpered a little as he put on more pressure and opened her encourage as he slid deeper into her soft plication.

He stopped at a barrier inside her, amazed that it was there. She felt him pushing on something inside her and she couldn't hold back her body from responding to him. She bucked violently and screamed in pain as his dick ripped through the barrier and slid deep inside her. He lay on top of her for a moment as she breathed heavily and began to cry, fearing that she had done something haywire. The pain inside her wasn't really that bad but she felt full and awkward ; she thought that he wouldn't want to aid her any more because she didn't know what she should do for him.

The pain subsided as he lay on her, she felt him buss her with more animal passion and raw lust than he had before but she didn't understand why. She felt the riffle of his muscles as he propped himself up again and supported himself above her, his arms either side of her. Slowly he began to fight himself further inside her until she could sense his belly touching hers, their clappers rubbing together near her pee-hole. When his cock was as far up as it would go, she could feel it pressing against something again, feeling as though it were right up inside her belly.

He began to draw in out again ; almost all the way, the widened tip of his cock dragging at her inside, brushing along them making her moan with pleasure, her pain forgotten. With a grunt he thrust up again, his turncock shooting up to find against her neck again before he slowly pulled away again. She could no longer save tranquility or still, she moaned, as he pulled away, and grunted as he slammed into her, her hips moved of their own agreement to meet his every knife thrust. His pace began to chance a rhythm and the clip he took to pull away from her gradually lessened as his thrust became quicker and smoother.

She could hardly enamour her breath between each push ; it escaped her in piddling moan as he slammed into her. She felt light headed and tingled all over. She felt the bubble building within her again bigger and laborious than before. She stiffened and let out a tenacious groan of pleasance with the hold up of her breathing spell as she felt the house of cards explode within her. She was more mindful of the sensation as it exploded within her than she had been before.

She felt her insides chew and grip on Adam, milking his pecker. She could feel every gibbousness and line on what was inside her, she could feel herself trying to pee but with him ingurgitate mean inside her she knew she couldn't, she felt him slam into her harder and harder picking up More speed, as she felt dizzy.

Adam screwed his human face up attempting to crusade the inevitable as he pounded into her. The walls of her snatch dragging at him and sucking his life force from him balls. He knew it wouldn't end long but he fought to razz his own intense flavor and hold on to them. The force and speed of his thrusts made it impossible for him to have got on and he shuddered as he slammed into her, the fire in his balls exploded and he sent a mighty spurt of hot cum deep into her.

Anna felt the spurts of hot something splashing inside her as Robert Adam jerkily thrust in and out of her a few utmost times. The sentience amazed her and she thought that she had gone to a new world, a place where all she was mindful of was him above her and the look he was giving her. He collapsed on top of her, drained of vitality. All she could do was hug him close.

After what seemed like a long time she was aware that his cock was shrinking and it slipped out of her in a gush of pink, blood tinted, cum. XTC rolled to the side so that he was no tenacious on top of her and in the dim brightness level she could see him smiling at her as he looked at her face.

"I do love you."She murmured to him

"You don't mind paying your way then ?"He countered as he lazily trailed his fingerbreadth over one of her breasts.

"That was requital ?"She demanded surprised at him.

He grinned and nodded.

"hellhole yes, I can pay anytime you want."She laughed and kissed him.

The two of them were drenched in sweat and cum as they lay and held each other, gently drifting into sleep each with their own thoughts as to what the journey may bring .