THE crone OF WESTMOOR WOODS

# # # # # Part 1 - A base on balls in the Woods # # # # #

Twas early in the spring of 1809 that she took up residency in the woods near our small and quiet town of Westmoor. We were a small community, reasonably polite, but wary of unknown. It was always"Miss Lendberg"to her face, maintaining the polite social pleasantries in which we all cloak our unfeigned emotions. But by early summer, she carried many another name. A witch, some called her, or for a more dramatic elan,"the dark maiden ”. real facts on the graphics she was said to practice in those woods were of form slim, so we supplemented heavily with rumors, speculation, and hushed chin-wag. These were only whispered of course. A ten into the 19th 100, we knew ourselves to be enlightened beyond the rude concern and superstitions of Salem and other such witch-hunt gimcrack. This we told ourselves, emboldened by the twinkle of day, or in the company of others. Alone in the still of the night however, as the current of air might rattle a wanton shutter on the barn, or some unobserved creature may scamper beneath the floor board, the demon of paranoia hunted a bit closer to the heart, and even the bravest among us would not dare to tread the track through the woods in which she dwelled.

What were the crimes of this youthful woman ? None could truly say for sure enough. Always someone rumored this or that. Why, William baker had heard -- straight from the booster of his cousin on his mother's side -- that"That Woman"had flown right at him, plunging from the night sky, screeching and yowling like some animal possessed. Never you mind the respective pints of ale that had been downed, because that surely didn't have thing-one to do with what was the god's-honest-truth. So the rumor flew, and the tarradiddle grew, and as the dog-days of July did rapidly overture, we had ourselves our own petty legend festering in whispered smell. trueness be told, there were but a hand-few who would ever truly come to understand the goings-on in those closelipped woods. I would be one of those few. I came to see and learn things beyond my unfounded imagination ; affair which defy all logic and matter that changed me forever. Was she a enchantress ? Here is the tale, for you to decide.

At the onset of that cryptic summertime I found myself of marrying age. My female parent, a woman of the house, and my founding father, a shopkeeper in the dry-goods deal, worked diligently to procure a suitable husband for their only daughter to wed. stately introductions had been made to nearly all the eligible men in township, and yet I found myself without a pinch of pastime in the entire lot of them. Call them what you will, but in turn I found each to be primitive, dopey, smelly, awkward, cruel, criminal, or insane, in often unsavory combinations.

My female acquaintance at this age were of course all a-chatter about this boy or that one. Did he care her, and did she like him, and on and on in a boring drone pipe. Forgive me, but I lacked the heat that they felt. No man turned my pretty headspring, made my heart hammering with emotion, nor left me deliquium and breathless. I did not lack for suer mind you. Many a young man came a suit at my parents'encouragement, but alas, never could I find that spark, that magical bliss of which the old married span speak with such fond memories. As my circle of friends began to dwindle as they all began to splice, I came to know the fear that such wonderful feelings were not in store for me.

But I busied myself with other pursuit. I worked in my father's fund, did my chores, rode horses on our farm, chatted with neighbors, and took long walks down our many rural area lanes. more than and more though, I found myself straying towards the proscribe woods wherein the"beldam of Westmoor"dwelt. I had been warned, to be sure, by my parents and many others, that the woods of Westmoor were no billet for a immature madam to dally."The witch -- she get ya, girl !"they would whisper."Steer you clear, Missy, of them woods !"But to the young and foolhardy like myself, such stern word of advice only serve as sweet jam upon the pelf, and the enticement to see for myself what lurked in those deep dark woods came to beckon me in my waking minute and obsess me in my dreams.

So early in the morning on a Saturday in early July, I told my female parent I was off for a walk to the old mill at the spring.

"Oh Honey, are you indisputable ?"she protested."It's such a long base on balls. You'll be gone all day."

"Don't worry, Mother,"I assured her."I'll be measured, and I've packed a lunch."

She gave me that crooked smile that said she didn't approve, but knew best than to try to reason with me."Well off you go then, you fiddling scamp. Be back by dark though."

I grinned and assured her that I would, and set off the east along the stain road at our gate. As I crested the hilltop I turned to wave to her as she looked after me from the porch. That seemed to meet her and she returned inside to her household chores. Determined, I then left the road and cut across body politic, short-cutting a path across the back-forty of Elmer's wheat field.

From there it didn't pack me long to near the forest of Westmoor. A path along Elmer's farm ran straight towards the Grant Wood. At one time that path had been heavily travelled, serving as the primary route through the timber. But now it had fallen into neglect, with weeds and underwood working at a seemingly unnatural rate to tame their turf. People these years just went around the woods, not straight through, the extra time and distance be dammed, thank-you-very-much.

In the growing warmth of the day I was sword lily for the light cotton sundress I had chosen for the trip. A drop of sweat formed on my bureau and slid down between my firm cleavage as I worked my way through the grasping tangle of plant biography reclaiming the path. I fanned myself with my mitt, looking forward to the suspicious tree line just ahead. I crossed from bright daytime into the gloom of the heavy Tree canopy and a sudden shudder ran up my spine as the sun was swallowed up. My nipples popped to rigid attention as a case of twat bumps shivered up my arms. It was the most eerie of flavour and I paused, unsure if I should continue.

# # # # # component part 2 - All Dressed Up # # # # #

I summoned my courageousness. I was here and I wasn't turning back. I looked around. The itinerary, strangely enough, had opened back up once I crossed into the woods. It appeared well travelled, or perhaps more accurately, well tended. Listening to the sounds around me, I heard the familiar noises of the forest, the chattering of hoot and squirrels, the whisper of the breeze through the leaves. Not quite so haunted as one might bear been led to consider. Everything seemed disappointingly rule, with the exception perhaps of myself. The initial chill of the shade had worn off and the woodland now held a perfectly pleasant temperature. By my tit remained hard and swollen, embarrassingly obvious through the battlefront of my thin cotton dress. As I walked, the soft cloth rubbed back and forth on my little bullet-shaped nitty-gritty, and even my rounded chest seemed highly sensible to even the indulgent caress. Unconsciously, I brought my bridge player up and lightly rolled my allow nipple between my ovolo and forefinger. I gasped at the sensation ! It was electrifying and sent a delicious tremor through my full physical structure. I snatched my hand away. This was no way for a proper young Lady to comport ! My solitary effective hazard was that I found myself on an abandoned pathway in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, with no nosy busy-body to see and comment on my shameful State Department of foreplay."Pay tending to your walkway,"I chided myself, sure-footed that these unusual tone would top in suddenly order.

I continued down the way of life, steeling myself against the ever-growing wizard in my body. The top of my dress rubbed and rubbed, back and forth, over my soft, round titty and pointed nipples. I tugged and shifted the position of the garment, but to no avail. The dress seemed to squeeze tighter, hugging me, squeezing and fondling me in a most intimate fashion. Then -- I am most embarrassed to admit -- the whiz began to spread, finding its way down to the plump picayune mound between my legs. Surely it was my resource, but my clothes seemed to almost take on a living of its own as I walked deeper and deeper into those Natalie Wood. The soft, cottony material clung between my thigh, slithering back and Forth and building up an undeniable friction in my ... my ... well, in an orbit that a proper untested gentlewoman simply doesn't discuss in world. I tugged the fabric free, but almost immediately it would wrestle its way back between my legs, seeming to get ever more insistent. The backrest of the apparel also appeared possessed, working its way between the face of my firm, swaying bottom as I walked. Deeper and deeper it slipped in a most unnatural manner, as if seeking to torture my most embarrassingly private and spiritualist region of rumple build. The bunched up cottony stuff rubbed against the pinnace sarcoid dimple of my tightly puckered portal and I flushed with embarrassment. I tugged the cloth unfreeze, but within a few steps it would slide its way back into the soft, deep cleft of my can, digging its way relentlessly deeper. It was a most indelicate of situations, I can assure you.

Obviously I should have turned and fled, and yet I didn't. Strange forces were at work here, but perhaps I had already lost my horse sense of cause. The urge to walk ever deeper into the woods was overpowering, calling me to adopt some unusual need that beckoned me to continue.

After a while on the winding lead, I saw a glade ahead in the woods. My weaving pathway led directly to the fence G of a sorcerous slight star sign. I paused, uncertain of what to do. The soft white cotton of my garb continued its antics, slithering its way all over my house youthful body, clinging to every curve and crevice. The normally lady-like hem, properly cut well below the human knee, crawled its way up my thighs and hung bunched at my waist. I looked down, inhaling sharply in surprisal and pity that my distaff magic spell stood exposed for anyone to see. Desperately I struggled with the attire. It now possessed an baffle strong suit and will of its own, but I managed to squirm the hem down to barely incubate my naked hips. From behind, I felt the apparel bunch up, poking its way between my cheeks, wriggling its way relentlessly towards the tight little pucker of my bottom. In front, it lecherously mirrored its tush military action, gathering itself into a wad, forcing its way towards my breakwater, and probing its way against the ruffled lips of vaginal slit.

Fearfully I struggled with the skirt, horrified at this demonic turn of events. Gripping the wadded hem with both hands, I strained to deliver it to its proper locating below my knee joint. My arms were shaking with the effort and I could hear stitches in the framework Begin to pop. But the dress resisted all my drive to restore my modesty. Gritting my teeth, I pulled down as hard as I could, but succeeded only in slipping the top of the dress downward. I stifled a cry of dismay as my creamy rounded breasts toppled innocent, exposing the quivering ball of flesh. Blushing, I snatched my hands to the top of the wearing apparel and tugged upward, attempting to handle myself, but the stubborn stuff refused to yield. The cottony fingers of the garb, freed from my attention, exploited the opportunity. I raised my cheek to the celestial sphere and gave a startled squawk of objection as the finger-like component of my dress prodded urgently at the sensitive gather porta of my bottom."No !"I exclaimed to no one in particular, but the frock paid no paying attention. The early cottony finger also advanced formed, poking and thrusting ever more insistently at my groin, seeking to earn access to my Virgin slit.

female parent had warned me, in a hushed and chagrined tonus, that"right girls"don't touch themselves down there, and I had always heeded her warnings on such drab thing. This could not be allowed to go along ! I fought with the probing, rubbing fabric, but it was in vain. The cottony fingers of the amuck garment found their way to their target area and my Virgin slit received its first-ever penetration. Crying with fear, I gripped the front of my dress with both helping hand, yanking furiously in an attempt to drag it free of my puffy little sex hummock. It had the forcefulness of three men it seemed, and I could do nothing to arrest its forward motion as it diddled my sensible ruffled backtalk. Despite my revulsion, I felt my vaginal lips blossom assailable in response. The cottony material gathered itself and then wriggled its way up inside my garden pink schoolgirlish core.

"Ah !"I cried out, jerking just in shock as the rearward finger of the garb nosed its way into the wrinkled pregnant chad of my merchant ship and pushed, fighting the tightly puckered opposition of my rectal opening. I clenched myself against the invasion, but was powerless to give up it. I issued a groan of protest as I felt the taunt mesomorphic opening of my merchantman forced relentlessly open, the wriggling finger of cottony material easing its way into my sphincter.

Tears streamed down my cheek. This was so faulty ... so wickedness ... The proscribed sensations of the Twin penetration shuddered through me. With a sob, my drive to retain the combat began to falter. I weakly tugged at the wearing apparel as an involuntary twitch cause my hips to hitch. Instinctively I spread my stance and squatted a bit, opening myself up in an invite for more of this delicious probing. My hired hand of their own accord came up, clutching my naked breasts, teasing the rigid nipples."Ummmm,"I groaned, closing my heart and abandoning myself to my fate.

A warm bubbling mavin of pleasance began to establish in my belly -- something I had never felt before. On instinct I dropped one hand to my groin, clutching at my moist, swollen sexual heap. I extended a digit and rubbed along the pleat lips of my slit, finding the bunched and twisted appendage of wearing apparel embedded therein. As if sensing my presence, the cloth unwound, opening up and welcoming my finger into its cottony clench. My female parent's monition forgotten, I slipped my digit inside my slit, snuggly wrapped in the wet, slippery embrace of the material of my attire. Joining in the motion of the enrapture dress, I drove my fingerbreadth in and out of incision, simulating the apparent motion I had seen of our barnyard animals in their sexual union season.

Then, I am most dishonor to admit, my early paw stole its way down to my back end. Heedless of who might be around to see, I squatted in a most unladylike manner and pushed my middle finger between the paste cheeks of my rump. Never had I seen our barnyard animals rutting in this indorse orifice, but the mavin of my probing dress just made the action seem so natural. Again, the quicken appendage of my attire unraveled just enough to welcome my probing finger. With a sigh of mania I slowly eased my wriggling digit powerful up into the warm, clutching astuteness of my nether transit. It was ever so nasty, but with a determined effort my cloth-wrapped middle finger was soon buried to the third gear knuckle in my anal portal. Biting my lower lip to restrain a groan of passion, I slowly began to slew both fingers back and Forth, savoring the rattling rubbing that arose. Twisting my finger in my arse brought forth a unhurt new dimension of pleasance and a passionate moan escaped me.

So there I stood, in the center of a pathway in the forest, my bare titty bouncing and jiggling and legs spread in a most unrefined position. One finger's breadth, wrapped in the textile of my white cotton sundress diddled passionately into my Virgo sex mound while my other deal slowly drove a distortion, probing finger into the steamy confines of my gather bottom hole. The bubbling sensation in my belly grew in volume and I trembled with delight. Faster and truehearted I worked digit, digging deeper and deeper into my cracks and crack. Suddenly, the burning clod of fire in my belly sunk to my pubes and released in an explosion of luxuria and passion that I had never imagined possible !

I cried out a primal scream of luxuria and lapsed into insensible utterances of"Uh ... uh ... UH !"matching the timing of my frantic finger knife thrust. Pulsing convulsions shuddered through my groin and back passageway. middle closed, I urgently drove my finger deep and hard as my hips bucked to converge the thrusts. My rounded breasts bounced wildly, their mamilla aching with delight as a moist sheen of sweat broke out over my full body. My breathing coming rapid gulps, I trembled and groaned, calling out in passion to a god who surely would not approve of my behavior.

I inhaled in unretentive desperate gasps, my body twitching with every breath. Finally my frantic pace began to relieve and a warm glow of gratification descended upon me. I shuddered as the powerful contractions in my body tapered off to evermore sporadic convulsions, each accompanied by a timeworn poke of my rose hip and fingers, and a passionate"oh !"from my mire lips.

Finally, it was over. I giggled, unable to stop. I don't know why, but the emotional spillage from those powerful sensations just set me to laughing. My articulation seemed to echo strangely around me in the forest, changing swing and pitch until I began to doubt that the sounds were even my own.

# # # # # Part 3 - The enchantress of the Mrs. Henry Wood # # # # #

"My good, what a felicitous girl you are !"exclaimed a voice. I gasped in shock and looked in the direction of the sound. There, standing just off the path, was young woman Lendberg, the dreaded ‘ darkness maiden over ’, the ‘ beldame of the Woods ’. I blushed fiercely, realizing the forbidden act she had just caught me in. As she watched, I shamefully withdrew my fingers from the grasping confines of my girlish slit and bottom. Adding to my plethora, the clump cloth of my dress remained lodged deep with the humid astuteness of both of my jam. I had fiddling alternative but to tug the material free while under her strict gaze. I pulled the cottony finger's breadth out of my soused trivial buns, trying to ignore the delicious clash it caused as it slid from the still quivering puckered opening. Flushed red as a common beet, I repeated the Lapplander for the component of my wearing apparel stuffed up my virgin incision, unable to fully stifle an involuntary vellication of my hips in the cognitive operation.

young woman Lendberg looked on with a bemused facial expression of pastime. My clothes, seemingly possessed of such cold-blooded speciality and lecherous will just instant before now hung as a limp and exanimate garment, as if to deny that anything odd had ever occurred. Looking down, I saw a large wrinkled wet berth stained the groin region of my dress, revealing the slippery release it had absorbed while gourmandize deep within my girlish pussy. Lastly, I tugged the top of the clothes upward, hastily slipping my jiggling, defenseless breasts back inside their cottony confines. I brushed my tussle fuzz back out of my face, purposely ignoring the wonderfully musky flavor wafting from my finger.

Unable to receive her eyes, I looked at the ground as I tried to explain the odd upshot that had left me to be discovered in such an indelicate predicament."It was my garb ... It was as if ... I just couldn't stop it from ..."It all suddenly made no sense what-so-ever, and trying to put it into Son just made it sound all the more silly. Was this woman to believe that my dress had allegedly come to lifespan and molested me ? All she knew was that she had stumbled upon a gasping, groaning girl, bosom exposed, and stuffing her pretty cotton dress into her spicy little sex cakehole with the morals of a common street sporting lady. I began to doubt the truth even myself. It seemed completely preposterous. The"enchanted dress"hung lifeless now. Had I imagined it all ? What had possessed me to act in such an immoral style ? Confused, I began to cry.

"Oh, there now, babe,"Miss Lendberg soothed in a lull voice."There's nothing to be ashamed of, beloved. It's just us two daughter here, and the woodland has a unusual essence. ejaculate now, quit your crying. I understand."

Her easygoing voice served to facilitate my fears. Still sniffling, I raised my eyes and beheld the dreaded Witch of Westmoor up close for the low gear time. The rumour run amok had done her quite a disservice. She was a untested, pretty woman with a slim, covetous figure. She wore a simple work dress, yet her feminine charms could not be concealed by the unadorned garment. She stood about half a hand taller than myself and had a very passably face, framed in a lovely cascade of crinkled pilus as lightlessness as the darkest night.

"So ... so you're the ... the witch ?"I stammered, immediately flushing with embarrassment at my rudeness, wishing for all-the-world I could abduct the discussion back before she heard them and took offense.

"Perhaps to some,"she smiled."But you may send for me Kara, if you prefer."

"Yes, yes fille Lendberg ... I mean Kara. It's a very nice gens,"I gushed in relief.

"And who might you be then ?"she inquired, her night, lenient heart taking me in with keen interest.

"Oh, I'm sorry,"I offered."I'm Kristy, Kristy Henry Valentine Miller ... from town."

"How pretty,"Kara remarked. I blushed under her appraising gaze, not sure if she was in consultation to my name, or my general appearance."And what pray-tell brings Kristy Kristy Miller from townsfolk out into my forest today ? Aren't you a bit new to be out on your own in the dreaded crone's woodwind ?"

I saw from the light of her eye that she might be teasing me a bit."No Ma'am, err ... Kara,"I countered, drawing myself up to my full phase of the moon five-foot-four acme."I'm every bit of eighteen now, and I can cover myself."

"Yes, well I've certainly seen evidence of that,"Kara laughed. I bit my blue lip as it quivered and looked down, ashamed. Kara came over and put an arm around me."Oh issue forth now, I'm just kidding you Kristy. supporter can tease each other, can't they ?"

"Certainly !"I replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly, looking up to gaze into her heart. I was thrilled that she didn't evaluator the worst of me for what she seen earlier.

"But you've made a bit of a mess hall of your fairly Edward D. White frock, haven't you ?"Kara whispered to me in a flavor that hinted that this was our little conspiracy. I looked down, having forgotten about the tell-tale wet stain clearly visible on the straw man of my dress. I could only trust it would dry of its own conformity and not leave a permanent legacy of my naughty activities.

# # # # # Part 4 - The eager Student # # # # #

"May I ? Kara inquired, gesturing at the embarrassing stain on my apparel."Let me see what I can do about that."I nodded and she eased her long, slender digit down to the wet smear on my wearing apparel. She brushed at the material a few times, as if sail away a spot of lint.

"I don't think that ..."I started, dubious of her cleaning efforts.

"There !"she proclaimed, pulling the stuff out for my visual inspection."Good as new and fresh as a daisy !"

I stared in surprise. The stain was gone, the apparel was dry, and no wind of the warm, mucilaginous mess remained to be seen."How ? I mean ... where ?"I stammered.

"Oh, just a handy little parlour conjuring trick,"Kara assured me. The she held out her hand, uncurling the elegant digit. The tips of her fingerbreadth were soaked with a glistening shininess, which I knew to be the dress-staining moisture spilled from my schoolgirlish prick. Somehow she had pulled every finish pearl and drib of the moisture cleanly from my attire, and now held the slippery mint in a puddle in her hand. As I watched, a single bead -- slow as molasses -- slipped from her fingertips and hung suspended on a glistening, embarrassing string.

My eyes grew huge as she brought her script to her mouthpiece, extending her tongue to capture the errant drop-off. She licked her hand, eyes closing as she savored the forbidden taste with a quiet down sigh of expiation. I gazed on in dumbstruck amazement.

"Oh Kristy, you're such a sweet little thing,"she groaned."Still a virgin I note."

"What ? Yes ... I mean, of course. But how ... ?"

"Your taste can tell me many thing, my dear."She offered her hand to me."gustatory sensation yourself,"she offered.

I blushed and cast my eyes away from her."I ... I could not."I stammered.

"But you can,"Kara corrected."You are in my woods. Who is here to judge you ? The tree perhaps, the birds, or the wind through the leaves ? No one."She brought her bridge player closer to my fount and the musky feminine smell on her finger sifted into my senses. Despite my reservations, I inhaled deeply, drawing my girlish fragrance into my lungs, savoring the tantalizing odor. But still I halted, fearful of the unknown. Kara brought her slippery indicator finger's breadth to my oral fissure, pressing it against my pouting lips. Gently she rubbed the raw viva voce flesh. I could sense just a clue of the preference waiting for me on my sassing -- the taste of my own fluids from my virgin slit.

"punch it,"she whispered in my ear as she rubbed her finger softly over my wrinkle pinkish lips. The tycoon of her suggestive voice seemed to invade my entire brain and body. Perhaps I was powerless to stand her, or perhaps I simply didn't want to fend at all. But regardless, I slowly parted my lips, allowing her to ease the gluey finger into my mouth.

The gustatory sensation of the slippery vaginal fluid came alive in my mouth. Of its own accord, my tongue danced over the surface of her fingertip as I began to salivate. I groaned and sucked on the finger's breadth as she slipped it deeper into my eager viva voce embrace, wolfish for the soak taste. But all too soon, the savory look coating her finger began to fade as I noisily sucked off any last remnants.

"Is it commodity, baby ?"Kara whispered. She had moved in so close that I felt her heated breathing spell in my ear. I shivered in reaction, feeling the first hints of a resurging quivering Begin to bubble in my belly.

"Ummm. Oh yes, ever so well,"I sighed, my heart throbbing as I dared to express the confession.

"More ?"she inquired. I felt her lips nose my ear and my stifle nearly buckled in response.

"Yes ... please,"I responded breathlessly. Kara extended her middle finger's breadth and slid it between my waiting lips. I moaned and reached to catch her wrist joint, pulling her digit into my mouth to the last knuckle joint and sucking on her probing digit for the savory sauce.

"Kristy, you're insatiable !"she murmured, her backtalk all but nuzzling my neck."Have you never tasted the charm of a girl before ? Still sucking, I shook my head to indicate that I had not. She giggled at this and then I felt her wet tongue probe the depths of my ear. She slipped another fingerbreadth into my mouth for me to give suck and then gently closed her former hand around one of my rounded breasts, cupping me through my apparel. Her thumb and forefinger caught the rigid teat in their reach and she gave a gentle, rolling squeeze. I gasped with passion and leaned forward, pressing my heaving chest into her palm. With a expert motion she slipped her hand down the top of my attire and freed the fleshy mound of my breast from the confines of my garment. I should give birth been alarmed, but my cacoethes washed away any concern. There was a sense of freedom here in these Sir Henry Wood that I had never felt before, and I abandoned myself to Kara completely. My thighs began to tremble and the wonderful esthesis bubbling in my bay window began to simmer all the more urgently.

With a gentle parting liquidity crisis, I felt Kara's hand leave my naked white meat and decipher a lineage downward over my taunt tum, heading towards my groin. Her hand groped at the plump, supply ship pile and I eagerly ground my hips, rubbing myself against her digit through the barrier of my fragile clothes. I felt her fingers grasping at the material, pulling the hem upward. Breathing heavily, I dropped my hands to aid her efforts, pulling the garment upward and exposing my creamy smooth inner thighs to her touch.

Her skillful finger quickly found my tight short slit and she teased the mix flesh of my vaginal mouth. With a lustful suspiration I pressed myself against her hand, resting my head on her shoulder as I felt her slickness the tip of first one digit and then a endorsement into me. Wetness oozed from my secret pink sheep pen of bod and her good digit danced in the flow. A low cushion convulsed through my groin and I knew that wonderful strange star I had felt before would soon again be upon me. Quiet cooing haphazardness of delight escaped my lips as I began to heave with effort.

Then -- far too soon -- Kara withdrew her talented fingers from my clutching scratch. I mewled in protest, needing her back inside of me. I looked up, pleading with my optic. She smiled and displayed her hand, spreading the fingerbreadth. Backlit by a ray of sunshine through the heavy Tree cover, a shimmering web of my vaginal juices spanned between her digit in a sparkling array. I licked my lip, anticipating the taste -- warm and fresh -- straight from my loins. To my disappointment however, Kara brought her manus to her own mouth and proceeded to wash my spendings off her fingers with a persevering exploit of her long pink tongue. I looked on with envy, longingly licking my lips.

Kara turned to me, her lips awash and glistening with the wetness of my juice. She slowly brought her expression to mine and tilted her head off to one face. I could find my core pounding furiously in my chest as she pressed her dead body against my heaving breasts. I knew she meant to buss me and I leaned forward to conform to her lips with my own. I could try myself on her soft, nuzzling lips as my slippery wetness spread in our unwritten embracement. Her sass parted and I felt the tip of her tongue extend, teasing, probing, seeking its way into my rima oris. A shiver of arousal raced up my spine as I opened my mouth to let her wriggling viva voce member slip inside, exploring deeply. Then her clapper retreated as she pressed her lips passionately to mine in a hungry open-mouthed kiss. middle closed, I eagerly slipped my tongue into her waiting rima oris, groaning with pleasure as she sucked on my invasive oral electronic organ. Her rima oris was alive with the taste of my schoolgirlish juices. Our spit mingled with my intimate lubrication and a wet slurping phone arose as the mania of our kisses built to a frenzy.

All too quickly for me, Kara broke off our oral embracement. She took a whole tone back and I gazed at her with full, lust-filled middle. I could see she was flushed and panting, as was I."I want to eat you,"she breathed."I want to suck your hot little twat, and I want you to cum in my mouth."

I looked at her, eager but confused."I ... I don't understand the Good Book you use,"I replied anxiously. I wanted to do whatever it took to please her, but never had I heard such Scripture before.

"How wonderfully naive,"Kara chimed."You are yet unspoiled, untainted by broken worldly whimsy and misconceptions. I could instruct you everything. You are so bore to learn, so passionate and good, as yet unchained by your peoples'outdated beliefs."

"Yes ..."I replied, not fully understanding.

"But you must be completely bequeath,"she countered.

"I will be so,"I promised, feeling my pulse quicken.

"You must bank me fully. Any doubtfulness in your heart and you will fail."

"I will not doubt,"I swore to her.

She paused, looking deep into my eyes, searching, evaluating."Then you must determine to interpret my wrangle, and to use them. A few perhaps you have heard before. You have been told that these words are wrong, and evil. But they are just words, and you must open up your mind and unblock yourself of your shackles."

I nodded, awaiting encourage instructions. She stepped towards me. Her hand reached up and warmly cupped my exposed breast. Then her hand slipped again into the top of my frock and retrieved its twin, exposing both to her view.

"How beautiful you are,"she breathed."Such firm and lithe knocker, so round and full."

I blushed."Thank you,"I mumbled, looking away, ineffectual to get together her eyes.

I felt her fingers under my mentum, lifting my gaze back up to meet hers."Do not be self-conscious,"she admonished in a quiet whole tone."William Tell me you are not ashamed of your wonderfully astonish tits."

I gathered my braveness, looking deep into her heart. My spunk racing, I raised my paw and slowly traced a fingerbreadth across the upper crestless wave of my tit, then down into my cleavage."Tell me again that you like my ... my ... tits,"I whispered with a coy smile, trying out the newfound word.

Kara laughed in reaction, her heart sparkling with approval."Yes ! Good young lady ! I do ! I love your beautiful, bouncy bosom !"I smiled, mentally filing that word away for future reference.

And this ?"she wonder, slipping her hand down to cup my mounded loin."What do you call this ?"

I let out a hushed moan in answer to her internal jot."It is ... ah ... my ... Venus,"I stammered in embarrassment.

"How quaint,"Kara remarked."It is a wonderment that anyone in your townsfolk has ever managed to reproduce."She sensuously rubbed my plump minuscule agglomerate of lecherousness and I sighed with forbidden pleasance."This, my dear, is a brute of many names. It may play you and I often pleasance in the times to come. Let me teach you some of its incantation. This is your delicious little cunt."

"My ... cunt ?"I repeated in a questioning tone.

"Yes, my costly, your puss. Your keen little puss. Your pinko, juicy pussy. As a beautiful girl, you have a besotted, tasty, dripping cunt. Your twat is the soul of everything you are and will suit. Hence, you are a pussy. Do you sympathise ? Say it for me."

"I'm a ... a cunt,"I dared to whisper. It sounded so nasty, so vulgar, so ... right.

"Again,"Kara urged."Do not be ashamed. Be lofty. You are a beautiful little cunt."

"I'm a snatch !"I asserted proudly, standing a bit straighter as I claimed my vaginal badge of award that no one could ever deny."I'm a beautiful Cunt !"

"Excellent !"Kara responded. She let the tip of her finger's breadth travel up and down the duration of my glistening slit ... err ... cunt, rewarding me."It is also called your twat."

I nodded, liking the strait of it."I'm a fathead, a pretty little Twat !"I proclaimed, earning her nod of approval.

"By another name, it is your kitty,"she explained.

I giggled in response, noting the similarity due to my very thin dapple of pubic whisker. I nodded and Kara pressed on with the listing of early names -- fuck slot, beaver ( to which I laughed again ), chassis pot, honey trap, and dollar. It is your slash, your snatch, and your cooze ... She trailed off as I tried to look at in the throw array of terms. She gently pinched the shuffle edges of my bitch, causing me to squirm with delight."These are your cunt lips, pussy brim, or sum flaps."

I repeated each of the terms, trying to put the growing list to storage. Then Kara slowly inserted her fingerbreadth into the steaming astuteness of my goofball. I squirmed and grunted as she relentlessly plowed her digit into my slippery congregation."Your cunt jam,"she instructed, worming ever deeper,"or eff tunnel ... Oh, you're so tight ! Can you make it compressed, Kristy ?"

I concentrated, experimenting with the muscles in my snatch. I felt my puss tighten up down around her fingerbreadth and she cooed with obvious delight."Wonderful !"she exclaimed, drawing her fingerbreadth in and out to reward me."Now release and tighten. Can you do that quickly, over and over ? Not everyone can. It's called ‘ milking ’. Can you milk my digit with your middling little twat ?"

Again I concentrated. At first I struggled, but after a minute I found a natural, rapid rhythm. Kara groaned, obviously impressed."Do you feel it ?"I gushed."Can you feel me milk your finger with my twat ? Push it deeper, Kara ! Push it in deeper and you'll flavour it !"I exclaimed, excited to distinguish that I was a bitch with such a special hidden talent.

Kara dug abstruse, causing me to squeal as her finger's breadth prodded up against a barrier in my cunt. Apparently she had found the limits of my kitty, at about one fingerbreadth deepness. I was disappointed, but Kara's excitement washed away that business concern."Yes ! I can feel it, Baby ! darn, what a naughty minuscule pussy you have !"I grinned, basking in her compliment.

Kara heaved a deep breath of het up warmth."Take off your dress !"she urged."I want to see you fully naked !"

Self-consciously I looked around to assure myself that there were no unwelcome prying eyes to see me. It was a laughable action, given that my bosom were already hanging out and Kara had a fingerbreadth buried full astuteness in my tight little squirming slit. Old habits die hard. However, the dense forest seemed to possess closed in around us and I felt safe and secure. Starting at the top, I unbuttoned the front of my dress and let it slip to the undercoat around my substructure. I then raised my eyes shyly to meet Kara's, hoping she would be pleased.

She licked her brim with a predatory gaze."So beautiful,"she exclaimed in a silence vocalisation. I ran my mitt up my naked hips, over my taunting tummy, and then cupped my firm, rounded titty, offering them up to her. She bent down, placing a sensual kiss on the warm bod of my tit. She nuzzled her soft lips over my rigid pap, sucking on the little nub of flesh as I squirmed with joy. I gasped as she gently bit the nipple with her teeth, pulling at my tit as she gazed up at me with her deep, wickedness eyes. Her tongue fluttered rapidly across the sore tip captured in her tender bite and I moaned as the foreign vibration in the profoundness of my cunt began to bubble once again.

"You see how the mouth and tongue can be used to take pleasure ?"Kara quizzed. I nodded vigorously with clench tooth, hoping she would never stop."I will teach you this, and many former things, and you will memorise to please me in many ways."

"Yes ..."I groaned, eager to learn and explore all she had to offer.

"Now get on the priming coat,"Kara instructed. I spread my dress out as a blanket and sat myself down."No, the other way,"Kara corrected,"on your script and knees. Yes, like that, and spread your pegleg for me a little more."I complied, settling into the locating as instructed."Now down in front. just now rest your nous on your arms like you are taking a nap. Get comfortable."I did as requested, with my head down and my naked bottom up in the air. I could sense my naked slit stuck out below the bottom of my rump cheeks, clearly exposed to Kara's view. I should have been ashamed -- humiliated. But I realized, after her earlier operating instructions, that this was a innate way for a slit to act. I trembled with anticipation.

Kara reached between my legs and once again caressed my lilliputian puss. I sighed with delight and pressed myself eagerly backwards towards her touch. Kara shook her header and gave me a mock"tsk, tsk"or disfavor."You're certainly an eager little beaver, aren't you ?"she teased."I see that I have a lot to teach you before your tasty little goose leads you into difficulty. So continuing ... your sweet picayune bitch has former of import factor,"she instructed."But we will get to those in clock time. For now, the perspective you are in, do you recognize it ?"

I thought for a moment, and then it hit me."Our barnyard animate being assume such a posture ... during rutting. The females of form -- the male do the mounting from behind."

"Good, Kristy, very good,"Kara praised."And does this find rude to you ?"

I paused to study, but the resolution was earn."Yes, very natural ... because I'm a cunt."I responded.

Kara nodded, smiling."Even with another woman ?"she inquired.

I hadn't thought about it, but now that she mentioned it, it was quite rude with her. To accept such a situation with a man now seemed ... somehow wrong ... dirty and obscene. There were so many confusing things I could not fathom."It feels so the right way with you, Kara. But I do not understand. Never have I seen two females undertake the rutting. Surely such a matter could not be done."

"It can, and we will, Kristy. All in trade good time,"she assured me."But first, another new word for you -- fucking."

"screwing,"I repeated, like the phone."This is like rutting then ?"

"It is a hard Scripture, often abused and with many subtle meanings,"she explained."But essentially, yes."

"piece of ass,"I repeated slowly, savoring the crude sound. It seemed so ... instinctive, so deliciously vulgar.

"You understand that during the rutting, or piece of tail, the male will penetrate the female ?"Kara inquired.

"Yes ... Yes, of course,"I agreed."I have seen this on our farm. The male however is different. He has no cunt. Instead he has ... something like a finger, only larger."

"Yes, the male has a dick, a asshole, or phallus, just to refer a few,"Kara assisted.

"Which he then puts into the female -- into her ... into her pussy !"I extrapolated."Then there is much humping and thrusting, and sometimes yowling and scratching. It is like they are fighting, but they are not."

"Exactly, yes,"Kara nodded."The Male does this to imbed his seed into the womb of the female. This is of course for procreation -- to bring forth babies."

I nodded, mostly understanding."Where is this ... womb ?"I inquired.

"trench within you,"Kara explained. It is the wellspring of your twat hole, the utmost nether realm of your tender little twat."

"And from this, the infant are born !"I completed with fervour, beaming as I pulled some of the teaser pieces together."The end effect of fucking !"

"Often, yes,"Kara agreed."However, man are a bit different. animal are driven to tackle fucking to produce offspring. humankind often fuck for the sheer delight of it. Yet you are teach that it should only be done to bring about a small fry. It is a lie. Do you realize this ?"

I paused and considered. I felt Kara solecism a finger into my snatch and the answer became immediately clear."Yes ... oh, that spirit so good ... Yes, it seems that things are not entirely as we are taught."

"So you do not need a baby ?"Kara inquired.

I was shocked at the suggestion."Of course not !"I sputtered.

"And yet your shameless footling cunt yearns deeply for a piece of tail ?"

"Oh, yes !"I responded, blushing at my obvious eagerness. I swiveled my pelvic girdle as her finger slowly churned in the moist embracement of my fathead."A screwing, deep into the core of my womb !"

Kara giggled at my enthusiasm."And of course, a female could never implant a baby into another female. Does it not look a perfect resolution then, for a girl to do it another female child when only pleasure is desired ?"

It was all so logical."Of track !"I agreed with excitement as my understanding became shed light on."Two fille could sleep together each former for pleasure, and no undesirable child would result."

Kara nodded."Very good,"she praised as her finger trailed backwards out of my moist, attendant fucking pussy until it slipped out and came to rest on the medium region of physical body between my cunt and my knit little bottom hole. I flinched self-consciously."You have another orifice which you have already discovered can bring you pleasure ?"She prompted.

"Umm ... I have ... I mean, there is ..."I stammered, ineffective to find the words.

"Do not be ashamed,"Kara chided."Did I not see you earlier, and had you not already found this second portal vein of delight ? It is no source of shame. Many girls are too shy to find out pleasure in the arousal of their bottom. I find the penetration of this hole very sex. I suspect that you do also. We are very lucky in this."

"I did,"I admitted, blushing at the memory of the hangdog pleasure. Taking a abstruse breath for courage, I dared to press further."I think a finger -- very deep into my bottom might be most ... enjoyable,"I hinted in a aspirant tone.

Kara laughed."So aegir to cover. Very good ! This, Kristy, is your hot little ass,"she instructed, gripping the firm, rounded impudence of my rump and squeezing them in a most enticing fashion."You have a wonderful heart-shaped ass, and I know many a man would desire to fondle it. However, as I think you are learning today, you prefer the hint of a adult female instead. Am I correct ?"I nodded in agreement. With one hand she tugged on my soft, creamy rump boldness, spreading it from its twin, exposing the wrinkled brown pucker of flesh normally hidden in the deep, warm scissure. My heart raced as Kara's finger trailed slowly upwards, making a few comb-out circular motions around the dimpled recess of my arse and then gently easing upward to trace up and down the cleft of my rump. Of its own accord, I felt my enigma little opening pucker rapidly back and forth with excitement. Her finger trailed back downward, once again circling around my dimpled little opening. Closer and closer she spiraled as my pulse pounded with anticipation.

I jerked as she made first contact, gasping an"Ah !"in response. A wonderful trembling in my belly continued to simmer and I found that instead of shying away from her intimate touch, I only spread my legs wider, hoping to ply her amend access. Her finger's breadth came back to perch on my tightly clenched little porta, pressing ever so gently as the tight, muscular ring shuddered in response.

"So this under pickle, it can also be used for fucking ?"I hinted again.

"Oh, yes, my lamb,"Kara assured."It also has many a figure. It is your cockeyed footling asshole."

"That makes sense,"I reasoned, slowly rolling my hip joint against her finger.

"It is the gateway to your anus,"she explained."I may also foretell it your bunghole, your butthole, or your diddly-squat socket. It's your rectal pucker, anus and your brownie hole."I nodded, repeating the words to commit them to memory while desperately hoping that she would soon see fit to squeeze a finger deep within.

"So a girl could then -- in theory -- fuck another girl in her asshole ?"I encouraged."Fucking her deeply and hard in her middling picayune anus with a finger ?"

"Oh, that and many former matter,"Kara assured me, increasing the air pressure on the tip of her fingerbreadth as I felt my little rectal pucker begin to soften and nip teasingly at the tip of her digit.

I laughed."Of course things like a fingerbreadth,"I asserted nervously."My little arsehole would be much too small and tight for anything larger than that."

"Do not be so for sure, my little prat slovenly woman,"Kara countered."It is an amazing minuscule hole, and I suspect from your squirming at my touch that you will recover that the larger and deeper the penetration, the Sir Thomas More pleasure you will gain. But fear not, little one. We will start you off small."I groaned with unblushing pleasure as Kara finally fulfilled my perverse desire by slipping her finger into the tight, clutching confines of my trembling rectum.

I squirmed with heat under her talented tactual sensation, feeling the tip of her finger exploring inside the humid rim of my asshole. Then she bent, bringing her pretty case close to my squirming prat. I felt her heated breath exhaled across my naked buns face. I heard her licking and suction -- wetting a indorse digit. A tender droplet of spittle fell into the crack cocaine of my ass, trailing slowly downward.

"Thomas More ?"she inquired.

I nodded nervously, but Kara demanded my committment."You must say it, Kristy. Tell me what you want me to do."

I gulped. It was one affair to passively suffer these sexual perversion done upon me. But to ask for them -- to beg -- was yet another stratum of degradation. Kara withdrew her probing digit from my butthole. I turned to appear back at her, pleading with my eyes. She sucked sensuously on her finger, first her long slender middle fingerbreadth and then her pointed power finger, fresh and ardent from the hot, clutching confines of my tight minuscule bunghole.

"Pl ... Please, Kara ..."I managed to squeak, my representative cracking piteously.

Fingers in her mouth, she looked at me with a cocked brow, waiting.

"Please ..."I begged again, but to no avail. She closed her center, inserting both finger's breadth into her mouth and sucking noisily. Several lead of warm, lubricating spittle trailed down her hand. I gathered my courage.

"Please, Kara ... please put your fingers in ... in my behind !"I blurted out, my face blushing red with disgrace.

Kara nodded, seeming pleased."Good young woman,"she praised."You want me to fuck you ?"

"Yes ... oh, please Kara ... in my rump,"I urged in a whisper.

"You mean in your ass ? You want me to finger-fuck you up the SOB ?"

I knew she meant to razz me until I broke. I searched my retentivity for the Book that she had taught me."Please, Kara,"I pleaded, reaching back and spreading my rounded tail end cheek opened with both custody in opened invitation."Fuck me. shtup me late and hard in my ... in my anus. ass your fingerbreadth up my fuddled petty rectum !"My face blazed red with shame and split welled up in my optic, clouding my visual sensation.

Satisfied at concluding, Kara dropped her mitt, wet and warm with her spit, onto my tip-tilted arse. I wriggled my hips, waiting and breathless as she traced a lazy line down the offer of my ass. I groaned with delight as the tip of her finger once again made inter-group communication with my anus. Then I squealed with Passion of Christ as she pressured the tip of her digit inside me. With a few slow, steady strokes she was hilted to the 3rd knuckle. I arched my dorsum, pushing backwards in boost.

She bent over behind me, bringing her lip to my tail end. Again I felt her breathing spell, hot and rile with excitement, washing over my trembling ass. Partially withdrawing her fingerbreadth, she nuzzled the sliding fingerbreadth with her sassing, licking and sucking her retreating finger, savoring the nix taste of my dark and humid bunghole. She slowly pressed back in, causing me to puff a acute intake of air as a wave of pleasance throbbed through me. Soon she had me wet and slippery, allowing her finger's breadth to slew back and forth with a growing ease. A quiet"slurp"could be heard with every anal retentive fuck-thrust of her talented hand.

Kara paused, but only briefly. I mewled in protest, grinding my pelvic girdle in desperation. Leaving her wriggling index finger's breadth inserted in my anus, she nursed her midriff digit in her rima oris, coating it with a liberal amount of spit. Then, with only a minor total of additional try, she added the second digit to the effort of my anal retentive penetration.

I jerked my nous up in shock absorber."Does it hurt, Baby ?"she inquired in a cautious tone.

I shook my pass."It's ... It's amazing !"I managed to gasp, reveling in the rattling stretching sensation.

"And are you my fiddling ass-fucking whore ?"she teased. I gritted my teeth, rolling my hips to match the timing of her confidence, nodding my head in agreement.

"Is it possible then, that your hot little asshole is as talented as your pussy ?"she asked. The cheeks of my ass flattened against her hand as she tried to ram her fingers in to further depths. Slowly she twisted her wrist back and Forth River, boring into my bowels like a heavenly drill.

"Ohhhhh .... Yesssss ..."I moaned as my supply ship fundament was deliciously stuffed.

"Try to tighten up,"Kara commanded."Just like you did for with your jolly little knock cunt."I complied, concentrating on clenching down the muscles in my rectum to embrace her implant fingerbreadth in the loving grasp of my ass. Then, knowing what was expected next, I released and gripped down again, building up a rhythm into a rapid series of anal contractions. My defenseless coxa bucked back and forth with the elbow grease and I felt my elongate little anus pucker surface and closed around the base of Kara's digit. My anal pathway fluttered in response and a gripping, milking motion snugged down around her embedded digits, grasping at her finger and energetically attempting to draw them deep into my wake bung.

"Fuck !"Kara exclaimed."I can feel your small asshole sucking at my fingers ! It's so wet I can barely move ! You're absolutely wonderful, Kristy ! Such a talented little butt-fuck slut !"I grinned, happy that I could delight her so.

With an exertion, Kara withdrew her clutching finger from my anus, just as a trembling spate of passion was beginning to construct in the depth of my ass."No !"I cried in dissent, wriggling my naked bum in the air."Please, Kara, I need it ! Put it back in !"

"Patience, Kristy girl,"she soothed, planting a kiss on my trembling, rounded backside, and then another. Her finger slipped into the crack of my ass, gently prying my cheeks apart. Then she favored me with another kiss -- and a lick of her clapper -- right at the base of my spine. She gave a second lick, starting an inch or so down into the shot of my ass and swiping slowly upward.

"Do you remember when I told you earlier that the mouth and lingua can be used to get pleasure as well as finger's breadth ?"Kara inquired.

"Oh ? Oh ... yes !"I stammered, feeling a frisson of excitement subspecies up my spine.

"And would you care me to pleasure you in such a manner ?"she asked in a hush tone.

"Ummmm .... Oh, god, yes. Please Kara, yes !"I arched my back and shivered with expectation. I wasn't sure if I truly understood her intentions, but my mental imagery was running wild.

"Then you must ask it of me. Beg me Kristy. tell apart me what you want."

I paused, uncertain. What if I had misunderstood ? What if I asked her to do such a perversion, only to make her recoil in shock and horror ? I didn't know if I could bring myself to put my darkest desires into words.

Kara urged me along."You do need it, don't you Kristy ? You want to feel my buss, my lips, my farseeing, wet tongue ?"

"Yes !"I blurted out without indisposition, unable to restrain myself.

"Where ?"she cooed softly."Tell me where."

A shiver of expectation shivered through my naked second joint."On my ... my bottom, please Kara, I need it !"

She bent, placing a long, sensual kiss on the firm cheek of my rump, nipping gently at the au naturel bod with her teeth and then soothing the playful bite with a loving fortuity of her wet tongue."Here ?"she teased.

Desperately abandoning any remaining booking and trappings of dignity, I pleaded again,"No, Kara, please ... kiss me, solve me ... I need the touch of your lips on my ... on my ... oh god ! On my asshole !"

"There you go, Baby,"Kara soothed, pressing her moderately face into the crack of my ass. Her full-of-the-moon soft lips nuzzled the dimple around my asshole and then she pressed her back talk fully onto my quivering anus in an abhorrent oral-anal kiss. I gasped with passion. She lovingly caressed my tight, puckered rectal curtain raising with her sass. I rolled my hips and issued calm down"ooohs"of delight.

"Tell me where you want my tongue, Kristy,"she urged in a breathless voice.

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Was I dreaming ? Was this beautiful woman really offering to slip her wet garden pink tongue into the hot up depth of my quivering little asshole ? nil was now beyond the realm of possibleness. No perversion seemed off limits."Up my ass, Kara, please ! I need your wonderful tongue up my hot picayune asshole !"

"Fucking you ?"she teased."In and out ? Tongue-fucking you up your fairly little shithole ?"

"Oh ... FUCK ! Yes !"I cried out."Please, I'll do anything ! Just fuck me !"

"Have you ever let another girl tongue-fuck you in the anus, Kristy ?"she teased."Licking you, eating out your soused little pooper ? One of your pretty girlfriends perhaps ?"

"No ... Never !"I countered, aching for her spot. She knew full-well I had not - could not. Once again I blushed fiercely red as she made me realise and accept the astuteness to which I had sunk. Who could have done such an unspeakable matter ?

"Perhaps your mother then ?"she asserted."By the light of the fire, on a cold winter night ? Your begetter, working late at the shop, and you -- the shameless niggling loose woman -- bent over the kitchen table, wanting Mommy's tongue up your ass ?"

"Oh god ... No !"I denied in a panic, even as the imagined imaged flashed unbidden through my intellect.

"Yes !"Kara continued, her interpreter so strong and convincing that I almost began to trust."Fuck me, Mommy ! you beg. Fuck me up the bastard with your tongue !"

I shook my capitulum ‘ no ’, fighting off the lurid suggestion. My head spun in a dizzying sensation.

"Eat me, mama, eat out my short asshole !"Kara continued, her interpreter commanding and almost irresistible. I could see the image in my psyche, light up as if it had actually come to choke."And then she does, Kristy. Your fuck-slut female parent banquet your house little butt cheeks. She pulls them wide apart. Her daughter's tight, glossy little cocksucker, puckered and waiting, longing for her kiss ..."

"Yes ..."I sighed, my immunity waver to the phantasy Kara appeared to be weaving in my mind.

"You yearn desperately for her oral examination caress. Your Mother's sass on your asshole, her farseeing wet tongue slipping into your tight picayune bunghole. Do you see it Kristy ? Yes ? Tell me, do you try to jib ? Do you tell her this is wrong ?"

"N ... No ..."I admit with a gasping sob. I could see myself, spread and tidal bore, waiting for my Mother's incestuous spit, late and wet in the depths of my clutching rectum. The event was but a figment of my resource, and yet now it seemed so very, very real. Kara's phonation wove the story into reality, casting it as a vivid memory in my mind.

"... and then she is upon you,"Kara described. I nodded in arrangement, seeing it all, lit by the flickering firelight and lanterns of our homestead.

"She kisses me,"I chime in."She kisses me ... my mother's soft back talk on my SOB, wet and warm."

"Her lip is give,"Kara added."Her soft pink tongue flickers out, teasing your anus. differentiate me about it Kristy. What does your hot slight cocksucker do as your mother's tongue begins to probe ?"

"It pounding ... and out-of-doors,"I sob in admission."It trembles, puckering back and Forth and then it opens to her touching. Oh god ! She spreads my brass wider. I feel her ventilation, urgent with desire. My piffling bastard -- like a bloom -- it blossoms open. It gapes before her, and she kisses it !"

"Hard, she kisses you hard ?"Kara pressed."Her lips caress your open little rectum, nuzzling, then sealing her backtalk perfectly to your ass. ‘ My little butt-slut,'she calls you, and you squirm in her grip without defense. And then her natural language is inside you. Wriggling, digging its way into your shitter."

"Yes !"I gasp, nearly able to feel the sensation of the reckon memory.

"Licking you ! Fucking you ! Your female parent's tongue, deep in your hot, wet picayune shit socket !"

I was entranced. Hypnotized. A bubbling sensation grew in my belly as -- in my idea -- my female parent reamed out my Virgin cocksucker with her lingua. We had to hurry ! Daddy could be home at any mo, which added to the forbidden thrill. Soon the explosive rush of emotion would wash over me, a wonderful convulsion, deep in my honeyed little bitch and motherfucker. My firm soundbox, trembling, quivering around my mother's deeply probing tongue. profoundly ! Harder ! Faster ! Fucking her daughter rightfield up the shitter ! I was so tightlipped. I felt ..."

Kara broke into my delusion with a kindhearted giggle."You're such a little whore, Kristy ! Only a nasty fucking lady of pleasure would beg her own mother for a tongue-fuck up the SOB !"

I shook my headland, the images in my mind evaporating like so much morning mist. But the urgent need in my body remained. I shuddered in desperation."Yes !"I agreed, going out of my mind with desperation."Please, Kara, I'm such a filthy little whore ! I'm begging you ... delight ... fuck me up the ass ! My pie-eyed little butthole needs your clapper !"

Satisfied at terminal, Kara smiled and then plunged her tongue deep into the grasping clutches of my quivering anus. In a shine, unity stroke she drove her oral exam digit into the het up profundity of my quivering rectum, probing and licking as my rippling shit socket gripped at her natural language in our lewd oral-anal embrace. She explored the hot, humid tunnel of my ass and I cooed and moaned with delight. Never had I experienced such a esthesis ! I began to pant like a dog on a hot summertime day as I pushed my thrust-up rump backwards against her boldness, urging her ever deeper into my clutching rectal depths.

Kara broke our embrace, but only briefly. rapidly working her weapon system between my legs, she lifted my rosehip, spreading my wooden leg into a wide-open stance. The cheeks of my ass gaped exposed before her as she pressed her pretty face deep into my crack. Then her back talk once again found my tender rectal portal vein. She kissed me there, pressing her voiced sensual lips against my frantically puckering anus. Her yearn wet tongue slithered once again inside me, tasting my hot up bowels. She fluttered her knife and then ran the pink outgrowth several meter around inside rim of my girlish rectal pucker. I issued a squeal of delight as I felt a comrade twitching in my loins. Of their own agreement, my hips bucked up and down, timed perfectly to Kara's thrusting tongue which she now popped rapidly in and out of my gawk rectal orifice.

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To my dismay, Kara withdrew her loving clapper from my whoreson after only scant instant of playful stimulus."Pleasssse ..."I moaned shamelessly, but she hushed me into silence.

"You want to cum, child ? You need to cum ?"she whispered. Sensing my confusion at the new Book, she explained with a smile."It's an coming -- that wonderful bubbling, twitching and convulsing you feel building in your body. You feel it building, don't you ? In belly, in your confection minuscule cunt, and even in that wet piddling ass perhaps ?"

"Yes ... Oh god ... yesss !"I nodded desperately."It trembles in my belly at outset, but then seems to want to burst forth down into my kitty. And my ass ! Oh Kara, so deep in my little asshole it trembles and shakes, just waiting to erupt ! But the opinion begins to ebb without your signature, Kara. Please ... pretend me cum !"

Kara laughed, a charming, lilting giggle."Yes, Baby,"she cooed."I'll make you cum. I'll fuck an orgasm out of you the like of which you could never conceive of. ticker and learn, Kristy, and I will show you a hint of the powers I could teach you."With that, she brought her hands together, medal categorical and fingers upward. As I watched, my eyes grew all-embracing with fright of the nameless. An eldritch dark-green Light Within -- just a obtuse glow at first -- began to gather about her bridge player, swirling like a fog. The illume grew in intensity, shifting to a easy bluish sheen and accompanied by a droning hum. The bluish glow ebbed and flowed from one digit to another, bound at times from one fingertip to fingertip with a spark and crackle. The precis of hands became blurred, as if the strange humming strait was linked to a rapid, pulsating vibration.

"Steady yourself,"she warned. Without foster ceremony she extended her enchanted digit, sparkling with unearthly energy, and slipped her indicator and heart digit deep into the cosy embrace of my steamy pussy. Simultaneously, her ovolo found my soaked and pucker asshole. The greedy little opening flowered spread out to her touch and with a single, easy push button, Kara sunk the full distance of the digit trench into my rectal tunnel.

I shrieked out loud ! The apparent quiver of her manus was no illusion ! The strange humming sound changed to a lower sales talk as it was buried in my steamy, lustful golf hole, smothered in the wet embrace of my wet, tender flesh. I bucked in response, jerking like a Pisces the Fishes out of piddle. With her other script firmly on the back of my neck, Kara restrained me, pressing my face to the ground and counter-pinning my thrashing rose hip with her deeply immerse fingers. My legs flailed, drumming my feet on the background and my finger clutched mindlessly at the grass beneath me.

Inside me, I felt Kara press her throbbing thumb and fingers together, rubbing against each other, separated only by a thin layer of quivering bod between my puss and anal retentive dental caries. Then she thrust her hired man vigorously back and Forth, gaining a little More penetration with each and every insertion.

"Eeeeiiiii Ah-ah-ah-ah ... Oh ! Fuck, nooky ... FUCK !"I screamed. The trembling in my belly erupted. The orgasm I had experienced earlier at my own handwriting was but a modest tremor compared to the violent upheaval that now thrashed my bid young organic structure. My rose hip bucked like a wild horse under its first saddleback. I shrieked unmindful utterances and grunt of unbridle love that would accept shamed me earlier in the day. Primitive animalistic urge were in ascendancy now, and all that mattered was to have Kara fucking me -- deep and hard -- in my Twin picayune portal site of pleasure.

The violent orgasmic convulsions in my twat sent shock microseism through my clutching pink vaginal tissues and my anal retentive muscles clamped down feverishly on Kara's fully embedded thumb, rippling and milking her probing finger. My entire cunt seemed to meld. I issued auditory sensation not unlike a barking dog as the humid bulwark of my cunt gushed forth a soothing warmly flood of slippery fluid. Kara pumped her fingers back and Forth, churning me into a froth, calling for me to cum, and then issued her own cry of pleasure. Her force back fingers -- in fact her entire hand -- was coated in a warm, unenviable ebullition of discharge from my pie-eyed trivial nasty jackass. Every reinsertion of her finger's breadth into the center of my trembling snatch was accompanied by an obscene, wet slurping sound. My vision blurred. headliner danced in front of my optic as I urgently thrust myself rapidly and repeatedly backwards onto her stiffen fingers, grunting with the effort of every eager stroke of my hips.

Finally I began to stutter. The dire poke of my hips slowed, and the orgasmic muscle contraction racing through the depths of my snatch and asshole slowed from their break-neck pace. I shuddered, my unhurt body quivering as I gasped desperately to catch my breath. At last only an occasional earth tremor remained. Of their own will, my articulatio coxae would buck in response to each and every final little upheaval, and I would get laid myself backwards to re-impale my ass and kitty on Kara's waiting fingers with a wet and satisfying squelching randomness. In the end, I simply collapsed on the flat coat, drawing myself into a foetal position as I continued to shiver in the aftermath of my exhausted passion.

At death it was over. I rose unsteadily to my hired man and stifle, panting frantically as if I had just sprinted the duration of the townspeople. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest, my naked titty heaving with every breathing time. My arms and legs trembled, barely able to support my weightiness. I was bathed in sweat, and from my piddling purulent slit I could feel a warm wetness that oozed from deep within my cunt, coating my upper thighs and dripping slowly to the basis between my legs.

"Now, THAT, my dearest, was a squeamish cum !"Kara announced proudly."God, you literally squirted all over my hand. That was a bucket of pussy cream, you tasty picayune slut !"

I rolled over onto my back, suddenly overcome with a fit of satisfied giggles. I laughed and laughed. With one hand I caressed one of my heave breasts, and with the other I stirred a faineant finger through the soaking tissues of my gaping slit. Kara giggled right along with me, sharing the present moment. She bent and kissed me, full on the lips, our tongues tangling in a know embrace. Then she broke the kiss and caressed my pouting backtalk with the tip of her digit. Her manus had returned to pattern, showing no hint of the mysterious fairy-fire that had swirled around it former. I parted my back talk and accepted her finger into my rima oris, coated with the gummy electric discharge from my pussy. Tired and satisfied, I tasted my juices, savoring the flavor.

Then Kara slipped her thumb into my mouth."Suck it, Kristy,"she urged. I complied, suckling on her wet ovolo like a babe."Did you like it in your pissed little ass, Baby ?"she hushed."Did you like my thumb, fucking you right up your hot little defecator ?"I nodded eagerly, still sucking on the fingerbreadth, tasting myself, consuming the musky dank oral examination whizz that my little shit had to offer.

# # # # # Part 7 - An Unexpected Shower # # # # #

After several minutes of cuddling in each former's weapon, my tired swooning began to give-up the ghost. curiosity began to overcome me."What sort of dark magic was this creation ?"I demanded."Through what strange powers do you get you hand to glow and tremble so, putting these unholy pleasure so deep within my consistence ?"

"Nothing unholy here, my pretty. Do not label so harshly what you do not yet understand."

I lowered my eyes and offered my apologia. Kara continued, un-offended."The king comes from all that is around you. The tree diagram, the wind, the rocks, the earth -- all hold immense power. I can see the reality as you can not. I see the spirit and energy that inhabits all things, living and not. I draw upon that office, channel it, and craft it do my bidding.

I gulped."You are a witch then, to be certain !"I asserted."I mean no disrespect, but only a Wiccan of fable could require such forces."

"As you wish,"Kara replied with a shrug."Unless you can occur to realize these things for yourself, that overly simple account will take to do."

"Could I come to sympathise such thing ?"I inquired, enthralled by the possibilities."Do I have the aptitude ? Would you teach me ? I would be your most will and bore educatee !"

Kara looked pensive."You do indeed sustain the aptitude, my lamb, but your military strength of fiber is untested. There is so practically of what you think you know that would need to be unlearned. Such lesson could well break your mind."

"I would not break !"I asserted desperately."Please, Kara, teach me, and I will be your lowly servant."She studied on this. I chewed my lip, queasy and wanting to convince her, but realizing there was nothing further I could add.

"You understand the demands will be tight ?"she inquired. I nodded solemnly.

"You also agree that I will deal you as I see fit, and in ways that you may not understand at the meter ?"Again I nodded in a most serious manner.

"And lastly, as part of your service, you will be required to pleasure me. You will attend to me in many ways, in manners you may guess strange or evil. We will explore each early eubstance in means you have long been taught as being damage -- an abomination. We will fuck, and suck, and cum, and I will use you like a common working girl whenever it so amuses me."

I grinned at this."Service and pleasure you I will, Mistress, if you choose to teach me,"I swore."And as to acts of turpitude strange or evil, I look forward to such sexual perversion with great expectancy."

Kara considered in silence once more.

"Let me service you now, Mistress,"I begged."Already I have learned much. Let me put my finger's breadth in your pussy. Or if you like, I would be proud to pleasure you in your asshole with my tongue ..."

"Ummmm ..."Kara sighed."A most tremendous proposition, and one I shall take you up on soon. However, first a test -- can you see the Earth as I do ? Can you sense the index and the aureole, such that one day you could gather and draw them to you, bending them to your will ?"

I looked around, trying to see the things of which she spoke. Alas, I could see zippo, and the woods around me appeared as might any other clump of ordinary woods. I shook my brain, tears of bankruptcy beginning to mist my eyes.

"You are yet untrained, and lack the skills to see this all un-aided,"Kara explained. I can yield you a limited vista into my world. A crutch, if you will, as your start object lesson. It shall do as a test for you and I to show if you are capable to get the picture and fathom these thing at all.

Kara rose and I started to support."No,"she ordered."Lie still, on your spinal column. I can part my superpower, but it will ask a consumption of my fluids. You must drink from me. Do you understand ?"

I wasn't quite certainly, but I nodded in arrangement regardless. I lay down on the reason and Kara stepped to straddle my prone form, placing one infantry carefully above each of my berm. Then she gathered her woolen wench and lifted the garment to her waistline. I gasped in surprise at the unexpected display of her naked puss."Oh ! It's so pretty !"I exclaimed. Her cunt hill was plump and swollen with excitement. The ruffled backtalk of her twat were full-of-the-moon and soft. Glistening with wetness, they looked ever so delicious. A single drop of her vaginal lubrication oozed slowly from her velvety sheepfold, dangling suspended on a string of goo that stretched and finally broke. The glistening drop landed on my mouth, and my clapper eagerly lashed out to capture it. Framing Kara's twat was a closely trimmed Thatch of pubic hair's-breadth, jet dim, delicate and silky.

bending her stifle, Kara lowered herself onto my tip-tilted, tidal bore face. She let her skirt fall back around her legs and I fell into a darkened twilight beneath her dress. In the gloom, I could just realize out the lips of her slit, parting open as she squatted. Her undefended slit hovered above my mouth and it became clear what she intended. Reaching up, I placed my hands about her pelvic girdle, guiding her into place. She settled her groin gently onto my face and I embraced her cunt, sealing my lips to those of her pussy in a heated open-mouthed kiss. She shuffled her position, getting comfortable."Drink me, Kristy. suction the piss from my cunt, and I will prove you many wonderful things."

I obediently pressed my clear mouth firmly onto her twat, anxiously waiting. She began with a trickle, just a few drops which slithered from her sleek flesh and into my eager mouth. My nostrils flared as my respiration deepened. My heart pounded with excitement at the idea of this libidinous orgy. Then, with a ignite flush, Kara released her bladder and downpour of hot girl pee streamed Forth River, gushing past my open lips. It was so wonderfully depraved ! Kara sat on my face, slowly rocking back and Forth River in her squatting spatial relation and puddle freely into my gaping, eagre back talk. With my lips sealed firmly to her gushing pussy, I swallowed greedily, drinking down her cyclosis, prosperous fluid.

Suddenly I choked on the overwhelming flood of female child piss being hosed down my pharynx. I must bear accidentally sucked some down my windpipe. In a fit of affright, gasping for air, I choked and coughed violently, expelling a taste of Kara's aureate nectar upward. The explosion of piss out of my oral fissure broke the near-perfect seal between the sassing of my mouth and her soft, slick snatch, and I spit the salty liquidity back up at her still pissing pussy. The mouthful of pee splashed off her defenseless loin, raining back down onto my face, completely drenching me from Kuki-Chin to forehead. I sputtered and gagged, fighting for air as every inlet of intimation seemed to suck more and Thomas More of Kara's shimmering urine down into my lungs. I felt as if I were drowning, and began to flair in panic.

Kara, sensing my suffering, cut off her stream and rose off my face. I continued to gag and struggle, but finally I managed to recover my respiration. I climbed to my knee joint and greedily inhaled a lungful of air. I worked out a cobbler's last few cough and then wiped the remainder of her stinging fluid from my eyes.

Kara looked down at me with concern."I'm sorry,"she apologized."Are you alright ?"I nodded that I was, feeling the red color of distress slowly fading from my flushed facial feature of speech."Let me go finish, and then we'll get you cleaned up,"she continued, her phonation full of concern. She then turned her back to me and gathered her skirt up around her articulatio coxae, squatting down to finish the job of emptying her bladder onto the ground.

"Kara, No !"I cried. She stopped and turned."Please, let me finish you,"I pleaded.

Kara grinned."You do indeed show strength of fiber,"she praised, standing and raising her annulus further to bring out her naked cunt."ejaculate then, and embrace my pissing slit, and I shall serve you my halcyon nectar."She stood waiting as I crawled to her on my hands and knee. I rose onto my knees and wrapped my weapons system around her hips, digging my finger's breadth firmly into the cheeks of her backside and drawing her dripping slit to my eager expression. Once again I pressed my lips to her cunt in an open-mouthed buss, waiting for her to free her bladder into me.

"No choking this time,"she teased. I pressed my backtalk gently against her pussy, looking up at her with a loving gaze as I nodded. The tip of my nuzzle felt the tickling touch of her sonant pubic haircloth as I nuzzled in tighter, firmly sealing the lips of my lip to those of her twat. Then I felt a fond drip wash across my tongue, followed by a right hurry of her gushing girl piss. I gulped mouthful after mouthful, savoring each deglutition. It seemed like her supply was endless. To cite a crude saying I had overhead from a man in town, she pissed like a drunken racehorse. But I faithfully sucked down every delectable drop of her hot, powerful current. Finally, with a suspiration, her menstruum began to ebb, tapering off to a drip and then dribbling to a stop.

I swished the hold up jet of her piss around in my sass, savoring the flavor and then swallowed with a greedy gulp. I set to play with my glossa, cleaning every finally dribble and trickle out of her feminine effect. Exploring, the tip of my knife discovered the tiny pee hole in her bitch from which he had just gushed. I poked the pointed tip of my viva voce pinkish digit at her piss cakehole, making her squirm and giggle, seeking to introduce it if possible. It was too small and compressed however, so I busied myself with the cleaning of the diffuse pink tissues of her twat, licking and kissing the internal rampart of her kitty-cat with great abandon.

Slipping my tongue from her cunt, I pried further back between her cheeks, seeking the brown, wrinkled gateway to her ass. I found her puckered little anal vena portae and washed it with my spitting, licking and probing at the tightly clutched guardian to her rectal passing. I nuzzled in deeper, seeking her dark nates burrow as my olfactory organ slipped between the vain back talk of her twat. Kara groaned, running her fingers through my piss-soaked hair. But then, with a grunt of reluctance, she pushed herself away from my facial expression. I looked up at her, my somewhat brass dripping with a heady concoction of piss and vaginal discharge.

"Oh, Kristy,"she sighed."You truly do possess a magical tongue, but for now we have more pressing business to attend. We shall take up another clip where we have left off, I promise. But for now, stand up and look around you."

I did as instructed and staggered in surprise. At beginning it was as if I were drunk and the reality was just slightly out of focussing. I stumbled, off counterweight, and Kara caught me with a strong supporting manus. Everything around me was bathed in a delicate shimmering of all the colour of the rainbow. The trees seemed to come forth a faint glow of healthy jet, and the stones of the Benny Hill were awash with a lambency of shifting silver-grey mist. My middle adjusted quickly, and then it was if the world were suddenly sharper, so practically unmortgaged than I had ever seen it before. Birds and small animals -- concealed before in the dense foliage -- were now open to be seen. I felt as it I had viewed the public before as a matted, grey depiction, sketched by an inept charcoal artist. Here was true color, astuteness, and sensing such as I had never known !

I looked at Kara. She was herself bathed in a whitish-pink glowing of light, whirling in powerful, writhing streamers around her body. I noticed that her loins, breasts, and lip did possess a deeper, warmer spook of pink. Staring intently, I could just pull in out the clue of brownish skin surrounding her erect nipples, as well as the legal tender cleft of her moist pussy heap. Only then did I commemorate that she stood before fully clothed, her garb properly in post. Only now, her dress appeared to me as a thin gossamer shroud instead of the woolen garment I knew it to be. My new vision allowed me to thrust beyond its velum and see the outline of Kara's delectable body concealed beneath.

"It's ... It's beautiful,"I breathed,"like being able to see for the firstly time !"I clapped my hands in delight and spun about, taking it all in.

"You don't smell dizzy, or sick ?"Kara inquired.

"Sick ? No, not at all,"I assured her."A bit dizzy, just in the showtime moments, but then it passed. No, I feel fantastic ! I feel alive, alert, and impregnable, and clever ! I feel like I could leap into the wind and take wing !"

Kara threw her header back and laughed at my enthusiasm."Excellent, piddling one ! Well done ! Only a take few can tolerate the Sight, as it is known. Most are rendered unbalanced and dizzy, and must lie down until the outcome passes. You may indeed possess a true natural endowment for the craft."

She steered me over to a bombastic oak tree, bathed in this strange new spark of the forest. Extending her finger, she ran them lightly over the rough barque. Her fragile digits traced a rippling wake through the glowing mist, leaving a swirling track of eddies in their passage. She scooped along the bark of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, gathering some of the Light Within and cupping it in her hand. The shimmering globe of energy compressed, growing concentrated in her grasp. She closed her fingers down over the shrinking nut. An vivid Muriel Spark and pop resulted. She unfolded her digit, palm up. Sitting in her hand, slowly fanning its wings, was a small, beautiful butterfly stroke. It remained for a moment and then flitted away, dancing its way upward on the breeze to disappear into the forest canopy. I clapped my hands, my case beaming with excitement !

"You try,"Kara encouraged.

Hesitantly I reached for the tree, attempting to mimic her actions. My fingers traced through the green, swirling sparkle and I felt -- somehow -- the living vigour and the vast strength of the gargantuan oak. I scooped a handful of light, watching in amazement as it writhed in foggy tendrils around my finger. But as I closed my hand, it was like trying to get a fog. It slipped from between my finger, drifting and twisting, and was then slowly drawn back towards the large, imposing tree.

"I can't,"I uttered in disappointment.

"But you can, Kristy, you did it !"Kara corrected in an excited tone."True command of the elemental military force takes years to master. But did you see ? The vitality responded to your touch and allowed you to manipulate it ! Had you truly failed, your contact would have had no effect."

Encouraged, I tried again, gathering in the slowly swirling swarm of light and letting it weave its intricate form through my open digit. I closed my script and the Light Within briefly flared and sparkled before once again the insubstantial glowing mist escaped my clutch, returning to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree."It tickles,"I giggled, trying to shake off the tingling sensation in my fingers.

"goodness. Very sound !"Kara approved.

"show me to a greater extent ! I wish to learn to a greater extent !"I exclaimed, aegir to explore.

"You will, Kristy, in time,"Kara countered in a calming tone."But for the first time you must absorb what you have seen and learned here today. I'm afraid that for now, you must go, or you will be missed in town."

I pouted, sticking out my gloomy lip, but Kara would not be swayed."You may return, Kristy, in one week's time, and then we will go forward your deterrent example. In the meantime, explore your populace with your new sight, experiment and learn. Then you may come back, and we will build upon your growing skills."

It felt like I had been banished for an eternity ! But I nodded in agreement, sad that I would not see my new acquaintance for an entire week."This new vision, it is permanent then ?"I inquired hopefully.

"Alas, not yet, slight one,"Kara replied."It will pass and err away, but you may enjoy it for another day or so. But now, put your dress back on and be off with you. Scoot, or I shall put you over my human knee and splash around your fiddling bottom until you scream."

"Wouldn't daring !"I countered as a dare, oddly intrigued by the feeling. I slipped my dress back on and Kara helped me smooth out the wrinkles from the cloth. Her mitt did loiter quite a bit longer over the region of my rounded breasts, but I offered no ailment. Then she kissed me, a abstruse, probing embrace in which our tongues wrestled in an intricate dancing back and Forth River in each other's lip. All too soon, she broke the kiss and gave me a playful swat on the nates."Off with you now, 50 and miss my mind and give your naughty little bitch another savage finger-fucking !"I swished my coxa in reply and wiggled my rump in her guidance, implying that that would be just ticket with me. However, Kara held business firm and I knew it was time for me to depart.

# # # # # voice 8 - Enter the baddie # # # # #

I set off down the path towards town, still enthralled at the wonder of the batch around me. I turned back to wave, but the timberland appeared to get closed off behind me. No wind of the path leading deeper into the Sir Henry Joseph Wood was visible, and Kara was nowhere to be seen. The entirely remnant of our encounter was the lingering consequence of the visual modality she had granted me. But somehow I knew the itinerary would unfold up the woodland to greet me once again upon my return a calendar week from now. The wait however would seem endless.

The nerve tract led me out of the Mrs. Henry Wood, back to the tip where I had entered. I stepped out into the luminance of the sunlight and found that it was well into the late good afternoon. Where had the day gone ? I would want to zip to be home in sentence for supper. I had but started off when I heard the steady ‘ clop-clop-clop'of an come on buck. I turned and quietly groaned with despair.

Lisa-Marie Jenkins sat tall and haughty atop her deary black stallion. She approached from the lane leading around the woods, and I knew she had me in her sights. I continued to walk, hoping that she might just die me by, but I would have no such chance today. Lisa -- two years my elder -- had plagued my life from ahead of time childhood and was a bully of the highest order. Fortunately, now married and"grown up ”, she did no longer refuge to violence. But she remained a bully and a busy-body nonetheless.

"Why Miss Kristy moth miller,"she chirped, drawing her horse up beside me,"fancy get together you here."

"hello Lisa,"I replied with an obvious lack of enthusiasm. She frowned down at me from her high rod. It was ‘ Lisa-Marie'that she preferred. Knowing this of course, I refused her that satisfaction at every opportunity.

"And what would a offspring miss like yourself be up to, out her all alone ?"she inquired, restoring a deceitful smile to her face.

"Just out for a walkway,"I snapped, not offering promote details.

"Could have sworn I saw you coming from the beldame's Wood,"she pressed."But that would be silly, would it not ? You got the sense to not get yourself into some sort of mischief, don't you, Missy ?"

I seethed. What a rotten spot of chance to run afoul of this mean-spirited bitch just as I was leaving the forest."You must be mistaken, Lisa-Marie,"I countered, feigning regard."But your advice is well taken. I'd best be off from these dangerous woods before I encounter some worthless fauna with ill-intent on its unreliable mind."

"Yes, perhaps you'd best,"she sniffed, taking my meaning. I studied her for the kickoff time with my newly granted sight. Although she was a pretty young woman, her aura was awash in an unpleasant mist of Indian mustard and mud that could look to find out no peace as it swirled slowly around her. Now, more than ever, I wanted to be shed of her as quickly as potential. Fortunately for me, she must have had a mental tilt of early victims yet to crucify, because with a baneful glare she snapped the reins of her stallion and charged off, leaving me alone in a swarm of junk on the quiet body politic lane.

I made it home without further incident. My mother quizzed me about my day, but I put her off with some non-committal input and told her I was very tired. She and my father were soon involved in a spirited discussion over the care of the garden all the relief of the evening, so they mercifully left me undisturbed.

I was lost in my new earth of shimmering imaginativeness. The fire in the hearth danced and glimmered in a way that hinted of the power it contained. Although muted in comparison to the forest, the lights and colouration were visible everywhere I turned. My parents, the tree diagram in our yard, even the woods planks of our humble plate radiated their own unique common sense of vim and identity. Upon going to bed, I was surprised to find that the want of light from a candle or lantern did no longer circumscribe my vision in the dark. I could see almost as clear as day the ghostly outlines of the things around me as they shimmered and glowed.

I'm afraid I lost my whim for the residuum of the week, and received several rebuke from my parents to keep me focused on my chores. Kara had predicted that my newfound raft would finis me a day or so, but I was blessed with three full days of my wonderful visual modality, and even part of a 4th before it finally faded away. By the end of the quaternary day, I was driving force back into the world of the ordinary, and felt like I had been struck blind. Once again my world appeared flavorless and lifeless, and I yearned for the getting even of the wonderful gift that Kara had granted me. I spent the remainder of the workweek cranky and irritable, and could not hold back for the end of the week to be upon us so that I could once again venture into the forbidden woods.

# # # # # division 9 - A Happy Reunion # # # # #

My day came at last ! Telling my mother I was off for another walk, I set off at daybreak, barely able-bodied to turn back my anticipation and excitement. I cut through the domain and found the itinerary leading into the Westmoor Woods. I was all but in a full-of-the-moon run when I broke through the tree line and felt the sang-froid specter of the woodland caress my skin. I had worn a light frock, selected this time for its agile ease of remotion. It was a fiddling chilly in the tone, but I suspected I might be working up a heavy stew as the day evolved.

I retraced my way down the leaf-covered footpath and the trees now opened up ahead of me, welcoming me home. I noticed that deep in these woods, just a hint of magical visual modality had returned. Although greatly dimmed, I could draw out just a touch of the sonant, writhing energies that clung to everything around me. The nerve tract twisted and turned, but I was indisputable I was heading in the right centering. The mere thought of seeing Kara again had me wet and charge up deep in my loin, and I hoped with every winding braid of the itinerary that the next twist would lead me to the topographic point where she and I had met.

At long conclusion I passed into the glade. There stood the quaint short house and garden, clean and well-kept, and I knew I found my way. The great wooden doorway creaked wide, and my love was framed there in the opening. I stopped up short as a shudder of excitement jolted through me. She wore not a stitch of clothing ! She was beautiful, enchanting ! I could just ca-ca out the faint glimmer of her vibrant, pink glory, so right and alluring. I rushed to her in a headlong run, arriving breathless and panting. She received me in her blazon and we embraced. I ran my hand over her smooth, creamy pelt as she kissed me deeply, passionately.

"I missed you so !"I chastised her in a mournful feeling."You must promise to never send me away again !"

She smiled."All in proficient time, my fairly picayune lover,"she promised.

"My imaginativeness -- my sight ..."I lamented."It has all but faded !"

Kara looked storm."You still have a pinch of the sight, even now, after a calendar week ?"she inquired.

"Yes, but just a bit,"I responded sadly."It did final stage me almost four daytime in town, and did partially recall to me once I entered back into your magical woods."

"Amazing,"Kara replied."Never have I seen anyone with such raw abilities. You are truly a wonderment to have stumbled across."

I smiled and blushed at the compliment."Will you restore my sight ?"I begged.

"It is more than just your sight,"Kara corrected,"as you will learn today. But yes, my pet, I will doctor your sight."She gently pushed downward on my shoulders. I did not withstand her try and sank to my stifle in front of her.

"Drink me,"she whispered.

I sealed my lips to her naked cunt and played my tongue briefly into her humid, pink folds of flesh. Running her digit through my hair, she sighed in response and willed her bladder to eject. Her warm, aureate fluid streamed into my waiting mouth and poured down my throat with my eager gulps. I knew she had been waiting for me, saving up an incredible volume of young woman pee. I drank and drank. I felt my belly get down to swell, and still she continued, spraying her heated pee over my tongue and into my open gullet. More have now, I made no mistake, encountered no embarrassing mishap of choking as I greedily drank her down. I took all the yellow young woman fluid her slit had to offer, and spilled not a ace treasured drop.

Finally she was drained. I licked her clean, probing my natural language deep into her silky rap faithful. Then I withdrew, looking around in renewed wonder at the sights around me. As the magic of her fluid steep my physical structure, my vision of the swirling coloration and vigour once again ricochet into sharp focus, perhaps even more vivid than my first showdown. I gazed around in awe, taking it all in.

Kara led me though the independent room of her cabin and then through a doorway into a smaller room. inside, scented candles lit the room and created a heady, sweet smoke. She sat on the bound of the bed and then reclined, spreading her legs. With a practiced motion, she brought her finger down to her twat and spread the puffy, ruffled lips to scupper the moist pink Department of the Interior."Lick my cunt,"she ordered."Eat me, and make me cum."

I approached her with no reservations and dropped to my knees on the floor before her. I felt a bit like a dog at the foot of its master, and it felt thoroughly. I slid in between her outstretched peg and once again pressed my sassing against her bitch, sealing my lips to her twat in a passionate kiss. My brim nuzzled and nipped at her fleshy flexure of flesh and I let my tongue penetrate into her womanly Congress of Racial Equality. Pressing my nerve more passionately into her bulwark, I dug my tongue in deep, delving into her awkward wetness.

"One last lesson about a cunt ..."she sighed, swiveling her hips as she squirmed beneath me. She reached down to propagate her rim and rubbed an erect little nub of physical body hidden near the top of her sheep pen."My clit ..."she instructed."It is the nerve core of the twat. You may fondle it gently, and it will bestow dandy pleasure."I did as she instructed, gently licking and nibbling at the little pinkish protrusion. It throbbed, pulsing with her aliveness's blood as I teased it, nipping at it with my brim and then lovingly giving it a stamp squeezing between my teeth.

"OH !"Kara gasped in reaction, bucking her hip."FUCK ! Yes ! Right there ! Now lick me more, deeply inside me. Yes ! There ! Deeper ! Deeper still ! Fuck your tongue into my puss ! But don't forget about my clitoris. semen back to it from time to sentence ... Oh ! Yes ... Like that ! Oh, red cent ! I'm going to cum in your mouth !"

I happily did as instructed, dining on her open pussy like a starving man on a meal of joint goose. She squirmed and sighed, and would cry out every so delightfully when I would return my tending back upon her clit. For such a low little lump of pulp, it certainly did provide her a vast quantity of pleasure. I wondered briefly if I had a clitoris, and if so, would Kara be so kind as to card it for me ?

Suddenly Kara raised her naked legs, draping one and then the early over my shoulder joint. Arching her spine, this served to pass around her cunt even further open before me and I renewed my oral approach on the deepness of her twat with great ebullience. I could sense her hips begin to gently sway in a rhythm, and her moans of Passion of Christ became more constant. I nibbled again at her clit and gently -- ever so gently -- gave it a tug with my teeth. Kara responded favorably, so I rapidly flipped my glossa back and Forth over the fleshy pleasure nub, causing her apparent movement to turn more pressing. She crossed her ankles behind my oral sex, pulling me face-first into her wet, sticky pussy with an cold intensity. I stuffed my tongue back into the quivering depths of her twat while I kept my lips focused on the stimulation of her frantically throbbing clit.

Kara shrieked in wordless cacoethes. Had she not had my face securely trapped in her cunt with a vise-like headlock of her peg, I would have recoiled in fear. She screamed and cussed a succession of words that even years later I am unable to narrate without blushing in embarrassment. Her entire dead body began to tremble, and I -- trapped with my nerve smothered into her twat -- had trivial choice but to ride out, sucking and licking as a sinewy orgasm wracked her beautiful, naked body.

The fold of her cunt convulsed, clutching fiercely at my tongue, gripping and rippling. She bucked her hips with a grunt, and a wash of sticky fluid gushed into my open mouth. I thought for a moment she had once again favored me with a discharge of her pee, but the taste was different -- wonderful -- hot and sticky, musky Sweet. It was my commencement taste sensation of a cum-gush of a lesbian bitch, and I devoured it ravenously. It was but the first of many. With each bucking of her hip, Kara would cry out, and her twat would convulse around my fluttering clapper. The strong discharge of her unenviable pussy butter would pulse from the walls of her kitty, spraying into my waiting mouth, washing over the sense of taste buds of my tidal bore spit. I lost enumeration as to how many times she did scream and buck in such a mode, spraying her syrupy discharge from her trembling vaginal folds. So fierce were her thrashings that at meter I would fall behind my purchase on her cunt and she would flail, smearing her gushing jackass all over my nerve. I would double my effort and retrieve the insertion of my tongue, but in the end, I was covered from chin to eyebrows with the dripping, sticky outpouring of her snatch. Finally she began to calm, her frenzied fuck-thrusts beginning to slow and sharpen. I rode her to the very end, licking and drinking up her outgo until she at last collapsed in an exhausted state on the bed, panting desperately for breath.

She unlocked her legs from around my header and I lovingly cleaned her. Her pretty cunt whisker was wet and matted, and I licked her plum, like a momma cat. Her thighs were smeared with her slippery goo, and I diligently wiped her down with my natural language, missing not a undivided spot. Her cunt was a veritable swamp. Her cunt gaped open, revealing milky puddles of honied moisture inside. I slipped my tongue into her and swabbed her out. Minor after-tremors would occasionally make her twitch and moan, and she played her digit through my cum-stained hair as I serviced and pleasured the cunt of my schoolmarm.

Lastly, I noticed that she was draining to the highest degree profusely out of the bottom of her slit. A sticky trail of vaginal electric discharge had found its way into the tight petty crack of her ass. I loving cleaned this also, working my tongue deep into the cleft of her cheeks. My oral figure found the crumple dark-brown dimple of flesh surrounding her anus and I probed deeply, applying insistency until the tip of my tongue gained entrance into the clutching confines of her chthonic orifice. I ran my tongue lovingly around the inside rim of her anus, causing her to squirm and squeal with delight. Then I returned my attention to her draining pussy, trying to stem the seemingly endless tide of cum that poured from her gaping slot. About the stain on the sheets, I could do nothing. Her ass sat in a wet cytosmear of oozing that saturated the sheets. I could only hope that they would eventually wash clean.

# # # # # Part 10 - On the look-alike # # # # #

Slowly Kara worked through a feline-like stretching on the bed, shuddering through periodic lustful after-tremors as she writhed. Then she sat up, gently lifting my face from her twat."Oh, Kristy, I could just lay her and let you lick me for hour, but we have a topic of full of life grandness to attend."She kissed me deeply, her vaginal juices spreading from lips to hers, pulling away in long, silvery chain as we finally parted. Rising from the bed, Kara approached a small-scale dressing table and retrieved a narrow wooden box, carefully crafted with delicate details of inlaid wood. Releasing the twin brass catches, she opened the lid. Inside the box, cradled in a packing of silk packing, was what appeared to be a prospicient, duncish sausage. Kara retrieved the token and held it up for my inspection. It appeared to be constructed of soft, limber leather, held together along the seams with very exquisitely stitching. It was perhaps an inch in diameter and about XII inches in total length. Each end of the thing was crowned in a flame up knob, a bit broader than the shaft of light itself. I inspected it for a here and now in confusion, and then the comparison came to me, drawing upon authoritative nontextual matter I had seen. I giggled and blushed."Oh ... oh my. It looks like a ... like a man's ..."

"putz ?"Kara offered, smiling. I nodded in response, recalling the term she had taught me last week.

"Very just,"she noted."It's called a dildo, my dear."

"But why does it give two identical ends ?"I puzzled.

"Observe,"Kara replied. Taking one end of the dildo, she carefully pressed the leathery thickening against the still dripping puss of her pussy, and slowly inserted the flexible slam into her clutching pink tunnel. She closed her eyes as the knob was enveloped by the circularise lips of her twat. After this prominent portion of the thickening entered her snatch, her puss snugged itself down around the smaller diameter of the dick rod. Then I watched in amazement as she eased inch after inch of the cock into the tight, humid depths of her puss. She stopped at about half its length, leaving six inches of the flexible dick dangling limply between her branch, held in place by the grip of her talented pussy.

"I clapped my hands together and laughed."You have sprouted a turncock !"I exclaimed with delight.

"Indeed I have,"she replied, and then began a strange motion. Gently grasping the girth of the exposed leathery prick, she slowly skimmed her fingerbreadth along its length. Reaching the polish tip, she toyed with the knob in a playful motion for a bit before sliding her slender digit back down the distance of the dildo, her fist eventually coming to remain against her wet, matted thatch of delicate pubic tomentum.

She then repeated the motion, closing her heart and sighing with pleasure as she did so. It was, I decided, only an phantasy that seemed to do the dildo to grow, but it did come along to let swelled nearly half again its original diameter, and have grown various inches in length. I watched as Kara once again stroked down the length of the stilted cock. She issued another thick sigh, as if this action brought her a keen amount of pleasure. I stood transfixed as she sensually caressed the length of the dick various More fourth dimension. And then finally she released it from her grip.

"How can this be ?"I exclaimed in surprise. Now there could be no uncertainty ! The prick, which first had hung limp and lifeless between her legs had now been stroked into an obvious state of erection. Once again she grasped the shaft and I could see that the fingers of her hand could not fully close around its cinch. And it had miraculously continued to gain in distance as well. A full moon ten inches of stiffened cock shaft now protruded from Kara's straining pussy. I could only ideate that the former half had swelled in a standardised fashion, suggesting that a massive amount of cock was now buried into the farthest reach of Kara's trivial zany. As I watched, the huge prick throbbed and twitched, seemingly come to lifespan. A small initiative was now visible at the very tip of the monstrous shaft, completing its double as a real anatomy and blood organ. As I watched, a small drop of milky White fluid oozed from the tip.

"It is a conjuration cock ?"I inquired, my mind reeling at the marvel.

"Not at all,"Kara replied."It is quite average material, as such affair go. As you will learn, all things are interconnected. It and I are now joined. Use your new sens and see."

She was ripe. I was not yet accustomed to seeing matter in this new manner, but once I concentrated on effort, I could remark that the operose, bobbing shaft which now sprouted from Kara's twat had the same signature pinkish aura as her pussy.

"You will con all this -- if you choose,"Kara explained."And that meter of your choosing is upon you. If you agree, I will vitiate you with this prick. Only a virgin taken in this manner by a master key may ever truly come to understand our arts and secrets."

I gulped with fear, but then nodded that I understood."There is no turning back if we proceed,"Kara warned."The results of our coupler may not be undone at a later time."Again I nodded."Understand that our conjugation will change your living forever. You will become my learner, and you will come up that your ally and family will come away from you with the passage of prison term. The work of our arcane room will turn your life story. I will be your household, and your devotee. Once you are fully schooled, you will find that you can never return to the life that you once knew."

I did not accept long to ponder. My sprightliness in this small township held little hope, and I was coming of an age where I would soon have to leave my parent's house regardless. I looked at the thick, rigid peter and I knew for certain in my heart that it held my destiny. Removing the straps of my dress from my shoulders, I let the garment slip to the flooring, exposing my naked body to Kara's sight. I nervously chewed my scurvy lip, but then gathered my courage and decided."Yes schoolmarm, please ... fuck me with your cock."

Kara smiled and led me to the bed. At her instruction, I sat on its edge as she stood before me. Her Brobdingnagian leathery rooster bobbed in my face like some form of weapon. Looking at its immense size, I did not live how I could take it in. But I trusted Kara and knew she would let no harm befall me."It will do the penetration easier if you suck on it first,"she explained."Your tongue will wet the leather and establish our mating more than pleasing."She fisted the leather shaft of light a few in below the end and presented the node of the cock to my sass. I opened my oral fissure, washing my clapper over the tip. Kara pressed onward and I strained to spread out my back talk adequate to award admission to the knob. My backtalk flared wide as it forced its entry past my front teeth with a wet ‘ pop ’. I tightened my lips down around the invading shaft, my tongue instinctively wriggling and exploring this strange interloper. I had expected a leathery taste, but instead the prick had an odd but not unpleasant flavor that seemed somehow familiar.

"This prick has been passed down through many generations,"Kara explained."It has been tanned with the juices of many young Virgin. The tastes in your mouth are those of the slit of your ascendant, deflowered by this cock, just as you soon shall be. Your juices will mingle with theirs, and you will come to know their secrets."

I sucked her deeper, feeling the pommel of the cock reach the opening to my throat. Kara pushed, and I repressed a gagging reflex. Wrapping her fingers around the vertebral column of my head, Kara gently pulled me towards her. I complied, looking up at her with wide, trusting eyes as I felt the knob of peter solecism into my throat. I could feel it pulse and throb in time with the hammering of her heart, gaining beat as her arousal grew. I bobbed my head, pushing the light beam deeper with every apparent movement. Then, lacking for air, I pulled back. The bellied knob of the cock slid upwards out of my pharynx and a gasped a much-needed in-rush of air. Then Kara rolled her hips forward as she gently urged my head word back towards her, fucking me in the face -- using my mouthpiece like a cunt. Now slightly experienced, I repressed my sensation of affright and allowed the tip of the dildo to slither its way back into the opening move of my throat. I heard Kara groan with pleasure as the shaft buried itself deeper.

The sinew in my throat worked on inherent aptitude, grasping at the invading bastard and trying to take back it downward. Kara moaned, feeling the shuddering sensation at oeuvre. Then she swiveled her au naturel hip joint, drawing herself back out as I repeated my pant for air. My hands found their way to Kara's hips, working their way around to the shot of her ass and sinking the fingertips trench into that warm, inviting cleft. I pulled her towards me, taking her prick down into the depths of my pharynx. We repeated the effort and on her fourth face-fucking stroke, my little button nose made touch with her Thatch of pubic hair. My widely splayed lips kissed her pussy and I knew that that the entire exposed duration of her massive pecker was hilted in my passably mouthpiece and throat. I could smack the wetness of her cunt as she held herself fully embedded, her pelvic arch twitching. I could feel my own little pussy Menachem Begin to simmer with arousal. I bobbed my drumhead back and Forth on her cocksucker, and it seemed to swell to even with child attribute as she groaned. But then, to my disappointment, Kara backed away, drawing her leathery diaphysis up out of my throat. I gave a choked squeal of protest, trying to postdate her, but she restrained me with her hands. With a wet slurp the stopcock slipped from my brim, trailing silvern stemma of spittle between the knob and my sass. The stopcock peter, freed from the confines of my back talk, bobbed and twitched, oozing a steady drip of fluid from the opening at the tip. Kara took another step back, her breathing ragged.

"We must stop this, Kristy !"The distance and cinch of the turncock will respond to my floor of arousal, growing ever larger with my res publica of arousal."I grinned and issued an animalistic purr of joy at the persuasion. But Kara was the voice of reason."I fear the shaft may already be too big to force into your Virgo pussy."

I looked at the monumental ray of light with an appraising eye. It had gained another two inches in length. I grasped the bobbing slam with both handwriting, and found I could barely introduce its girth with the combined dyad of my fingers. I paused, wondering for a moment if it was possible to roil cunt cream into butter. From the expression of that ponderous piston, it surely looked up to the task. Kara appeared interest, but I was extremely stimulate, wanting -- needing -- every column inch of that throbbing monster stuffed into my fuddled picayune virgin twat.

Kara pushed me back onto the bed. I spread my legs, awaiting my devotee's first penetration, like a virgin on her hymeneals night. Kara fisted the rigid bastard, aiming the labialize knob towards my smashed little slit. I eagerly offered assistance, taking her hand and guiding her in. The huge dildo made contact with my wet and waiting gash. With a becalm pressure, Kara began to force the massive cock pommel into my stretching vaginal sassing. I raised my hips, giving her easier admittance. It was an incredibly tight fit, and I squirmed and wriggled, trying to ram the seemingly impossible insertion to go on. Suddenly, with a wet ‘ slurp ’, the lips of my pussy opened up to welcome the cock knob into my silky pink shtup cakehole. I gasped, feeling but an inch or two of penetration, but already sensing that my straining little slit was stuffed to its limits. I began to second-guess my esurient appetency, knowing now that there was no way I could ever stretch enough to take in all of Kara's massive shaft pecker. Unconcerned however, Kara pressed forward. I squealed as respective inches of her prick plowed their way inside me. Panting like I was giving birth, I shook my head from side to side, hoping to alter her mind. Heedless of my panic-induced Department of State, Kara pushed again, straining, the musculus in her taunt ass cheeks flexing. Another column inch of insight was achieved, and we both felt the tip of the leathery dildo bump up against a fleshy barrier in my cunt.

"It's all the way in !"I cautioned, knowing that she had cored her way all the way to the very profoundness of my kitty-cat.

Kara laughed in response."Silly, that's just your cherry, your virgin barrier. Once I push through, we can really begin your fucking. There will be a import of pain, but this will pass,"she assured me.

I nodded, chewing nervously on my broken lip."If you have any doubts, we must stop now,"she warned."Once you are deflowered, and I penetrate deep into your clutching depths, I fear I may not be able to hold back myself. There will be no stopping our mating then."

I took a deep breath and then squirmed beneath her, flashing an approving smile. She grinned and then slowly began to force the head word of the shaft against the fleshy guardian of my zany. There was a edifice insistency, and suddenly a flash of botheration. I cried out, feeling a tearing inside of me. Kara halted her penetration, taking a moment to console me and wipe the crying from my impertinence. After a few moments I assured her that I was alright, and ever so eager to continue. From that moment, the stretching pain was transformed into a wonderful twat-stuffing pleasure. Kara eased the meaty dildo out just a bit, grinding her pelvic girdle, helping my quivering pussycat lips adjust themselves to the enormous girth. Then she gave a sluggish but insistent shove, exploring uncharted soil trench within my juicy cunt. She retreated again, and on her succeeding down-stroke I cautiously rolled my pelvic arch upward, mirroring her apparent motion. The flared pass of her prick plundered even deeply, flaring me open as it progressed.

We fell into a calendar method of birth control. Kara withdrew the dickhead, now sopping wet from the generous lubrication of my twat. Then she slowly but forcefully drove it home again, pressing herself into the saddle between my nude second joint. With each insight I would groan in delight, raising my coxa to fulfill her jab. With each cycled motion we gained fractions of an in of additional penetration. Kara sighed, and I could tell she was receiving as much pleasure as she was dishing out.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of tiresome, blue thrusting, back and forth, up and down, Kara gave a final push, her thighs quivering with the crusade. I realized then that I could feel the tickle of her wet pubic tomentum against my own. She ground her hip joint and I could feel the lips of our slippery twat mesh, ruffled flesh slithering against ruffled pulp as our obscenely stretched pussy lips embraced in a lurid kiss.

"It's all the way in, infant,"Kara whispered. I squirmed with delectation, impaled on the monumental irradiation. Rolling her articulatio coxae, Kara retreated her cock from the clutching confines of my juicy honey hole. Retracting perhaps half the available length, she then pressed herself home again. I grunted with pleasure as I was refilled. She repeated the action, but this time buried her shaft back in me quicker, more forcefully. She watched me for any signaling of distress, but simply jab my pelvic girdle to fulfill her, and spread my legs a little wider in undefendable invitation.

"Fuck, you're a greedy little slut !"She grunted with exertion. I nodded in eager agreement, letting my finger's breadth trail down to grasp the pistoning bastard as it slid in and out of my widely splayed fuck slot with a wet, syrupy noise."swordplay with your button !"she encouraged. I explored and found my little nub of joy, hidden in my pinko folds just above the over-stretched tunnel of my twat. I rubbed the erect fiddling butt of flesh and gasped with the pleasure that trembled through me.

I discovered that if I raised my knees, I could further open up my girlish cut to Kara's thrusting rooster shaft. She began to pick up speed and urgency, and the slow, steady penetration of my straining bitch was transformed into a forceful, pounding experience. I squirmed, wrapping my legs around her bucking waist, drawing her towards me with every punishing insertion. The bed on which we rutted had begun to squeak and rattle, playing in clock time to our torment breathing and my whimpers of nuisance and delight as my mistress now thoroughly savaged my tender little cunt. She bore into me, over and over, reaming out my twat. Despite the churning, foaming foam of vaginal juices which bubbled from my eager little cunt, I could feel the friction Menachem Begin to build within me. My strength began to die me, but Kara seemed cold, pounding my mild, wet little cunt in a relentless assault.

I began to utter little gasps of joy as each of her driving fuck-thrusts bottomed out in my twat. The gasps turned to squeals, and I knew that a hefty sexual climax would soon be coaxed from the paries of my cunt. Kara too was issuing cunning little chirps of delectation as she sank her cock repeatedly into my astuteness, hilting it full-depth in the warm, inviting case of my slit. The rim of our puss ground together, meeting in a wet, detestable kiss before she withdrew and then hammered nursing home once again. I began to squirm uncontrollably.

My loving mistress, not faltering on a single driving fuck-thrust, reached down to research my clitoris. I heard and recognized the companion hum sound, and saw that her slender fingertips were bathed in a bluish gleam of brightness."Oh ... god !"I squealed, knowing what was coming. Her vibrating fingers found my button and I exploded with a scream of vacuous cacoethes. My cunt convulsed around her massive leather dick, and the pink tissues of my wide-stretched twat rippled and gripped feverishly at the pounding son of a bitch. My snatch gripped down tightly, but it did petty to impede her cyclic jabbing. My stallion torso quivered with each impact, my rounded tits flopping up and down in fourth dimension with our rhythm. succus gushed from the straining bulwark of my vaginal cavern and my creamy, defenseless thigh shuddered with involuntary muscularity spasms. Vaginal cum frothed from my well-reamed fuck-slot, finding gap in the imperfect stamp between her massive dildo and my straining cunt sass. I shrieked again and again, my head spinning in fits of orgasmic passion. My intimation came in ragged, panting gasps of desperation. The muscleman in my branch, pelvic girdle and breadbasket began to strangle, and yet still I continued to be wracked by unending waves of orgasmic spasms. Through the incoherent fog of my faltering gumption, I began to doubt that I would survive this marvellous, punishing make out session. But finally my debilitation rescued me from my all-consuming climax. I collapsed, my heftiness limp, desperately gasping for breath.

Kara continued to drill into my pussycat, but I could state that she too was reaching her percentage point of no return. Her nostril flared for air, and the sheen of sweat coated her beautiful dead body. Her bare knocker bounced with each urgent fuck-thrust, matching my own jiggling sensual tremors that her driving putz jolted into my now-spent organic structure. Then -- with a cry of delight that sounded animalistic -- she lunged forward and stuffed the massive dildo into the furthest ambit of my well reamed twat, grinding her cunt agglomerate against mine as she came. Her hips bucked in a rapid series of hefty compression and I could see her firm potbelly sinew ripple with each cum spasm that wrenched her pussy. The huge dildo, seemingly already engorged to its breaking point, swelled to even tumid dimensions, causing me to cry out in dismay. And then I felt it -- a mighty gush of strong, sticky fluid erupted deep within the nether regions of my twat, blasting from the tip of the leathery cock rod like a geyser !"Fu ... shag !"Kara screamed, withdrawing almost the full length of the grotesque cock before hammering it back in to my trembling bed sleeve as once again another violent gush exploded from the spewing end of the bastard. The hot, churning fluid filled every last nook and cranny of my quivering pussy, shooting deep into my womb and gushing from my widely splayed twat rim in a frothing overspill.

Kara stroked her peter back, pulling completely out of my aching pussy. My ravished fuck tunnel gaped obscenely, stretched and battered, oozing a river of female succus. Kara grasped her massive twitching hammer desperately with both hands, skimming her fingers back to the base of the shaft as she lunged forward with her hips. She cried out as she reached the end of her solidus and the cock beam swelled in girth. A powerful jet of thick, syrupy juice burst from the tip, arching through the air. The thick, shimmering stream, splattered down onto my raw trunk, lathering me from head to belly in a warm, glutinous covering. It soiled my hair and sprayed a liberal application across my face. I licked my brim, savoring the appreciation, noting the distinctive and delicious nip of vaginal arc. Thick waft of Kara's discharge oozed their way slowly down my tits, congealing into a viscid puddle in the depth of my cleavage.

Kara cycled her rose hip again, stroking the quivering cock rod with her fingers. She lunged forward, aiming modest. A steaming fountain of foaming spray was launched, skimming first over my naked cunt hummock and firm little belly. But then Kara brought her thundering fuck-stick down on target and blasted the difference of stream directly into my breach kitty. I shuddered with delight, moaning in enthusiastic answer. Kara fitted the huge knob of her leather dildo back into the grasping grasp of my dripping wet cunt lips. With a punishing jabbing that jarred my dentition, she buried herself once again fully profoundness, her vast pecker spewing violently during the completely insertion. Her pussy lips meshed to mine and we clung desperately to each other, moaning, grinding jackass and clits together as we rode out the last vellication paroxysm of our orgasms.

We held each other for a farseeing sentence, gently rubbing and caressing each early's naked flesh as we whispered and giggled. The massive prick we held embedded in our cunts, savoring the afterglow as it continued to stretch us both spacious out-of-doors. Then, with a final passionate kiss, we parted, Kara climbing up off of me. As she retreated, the enormous dildo was retracted from my pussy with a wet sucking auditory sensation, draining a unquestionable river of female fuck juices as it went. The bed beneath me was a real swampland of female child cum. I squirmed, grinding my naked keister in the warm, slippery raft, savoring the sensation. I looked down and giggled, running my fingers through the warm, oozing plication of my cunt. My once tight and tender pussy was now a stretched, gaping twat cavern. I shuddered with a modest post-orgasmic tremor at the persuasion and lazily licked the syrupy sack from my fingers.

"It will tighten back, baby, don't you worry,"Kara assured me.

I nodded in understanding, gazing in amazement at the pricking still embedded in her twat. Kara's uttermost arousal had a staggering effect on the leather dildo. It strained at the line, threatening to explode open. I would guess its thickness at almost three inch, and its exposed length might was just light than my forearm. It dripped, sloppy wet with female succus, and Kara's ruffled slit sassing strained around the cinch of the other one-half, still embedded in the depths of her somewhat petty slit. She looked down and uttered a cry of surprise."Oh, Kristy, I'm so sorry ! Gods ! It's so big ... and this is your first clock time ! Are you hurt ? I've never seen it develop so orotund before !"

She looked like she was about to cry, but I assured her that I was o.k.. In fact, I had thoroughly enjoyed myself on the receiving end of that wild ride. Curiosity overcame me though, as to how the leather dildo could deport in such a life-like manner. How could she ingest jetted into my womb -- like a man would impregnate his wife ? Certainly this was not possible between the passion of two females.

"In a manner of speaking, it is possible,"Kara corrected."See, the dildo has a hollow channel embedded within. It travels throughout its length, opening also to the other end. It is a cover tunnel, connecting your snatch to mine."

I nodded slowly, trying to tack it together. Then suddenly it became clear."So when you came, your juices pumped through the communication channel within the prick, gushing up into the depths of my twat ?"

Kara smiled lovingly."Yes, my pet. The juices of my orgasm were planted deeply in your womb."

"And when I came ..."I continued, struggling to dig it."My juice did ..."

"Yes, princess. You launched your hot pussy cum deep into my cunt. The spillway of your orgasm now bubbles in my womb, even as my love seed now swirls in yours. We are joined -- mated -- lovers."

"Your ... your seed ?"I questioned."I thought only a man ..."

"In most case, yes, of course of instruction,"she agreed."But we are different. Today a new crone was born, Kristy. I have impregnated you with my seed, as you did ask of me. Your body will commence to change, and you will become like me. The earlier visions I did concede you were but a coup d'oeil into the wonders of the reality. Now, as my devotee, you may get down the long road of what you are to become."

# # # # # Part 11-A - Knocking at the Back Door # # # # #

I reclined on the bed, stretching like a cat, taking it all in. I was excited, and a petty frightened, but most of all I was filled with a powerful sense of sexual love and lust for this cleaning lady who had changed my life. Tired as I was, I yearned to feel her embrace again.

"So ... only a Virgin deflowered in such a manner by a witch may be born again as a crone ?"I questioned, absently stirring a finger around in the soupy wad of my slowly shutdown pussy folds. Kara nodded in agreement.

"So there remains yet another deflowering before the process is complete ?"I cooed, gazing abstruse into her eyes.

"No, my dear,"Kara corrected."I have taken from you your virginity, and planted my seed into your womb. The change will strike years to complete, but the ceremony is complete."

"But there is yet another virginity remaining,"I argued, looking up at her with a shy glance."Surely, to complete our coupling, you must now also lead me up the ass."

Kara laughed, her heart sparkling."Kristy, I don't need to fuck you in the ass to translate you into a witch,"she assured me.

"Can you be so sealed ?"I purred, rolling over onto my stomach.

"It is not the way it is done,"Kara patiently explained."Down through the centuries, this is a leaven fact, and I know it to be true."

I rose to my hands and knees, swiveling my nude rear in her direction."But I suppose it could not injure to try,"I countered."Who knows what results we might uncover, if we are just bold enough to experiment."

Kara looked down at her massive shaft. It twitched in response, the knob rising a few inch as it retained a criterion of its faltering rigidity. She groaned, closing her eye."Oh, Kristy, I'm afraid you could not withstand the variant. I have a strength and staying power far beyond your current accomplishment, and you have been nearly exhausted from our earlier screw ..."

"It is a all new hole, wise and at the ready,"I teased, reaching back to spread my face."Who knows what adventures may look your stopcock within its dark and clutching depths."

Kara moaned, her resistance slipping."Kristy ... you could not ! It may be grievous ! Your tight small asshole excites me so. You saw the effect you had on my stopcock as I ravished your puss. What would be the resultant if I were to unleash myself in your hot little arse ?"

"Ummmm ..."I sighed, picturing the mental range."I suspect that you would blast my tight little bunghole with such delight until I screamed for mercy."

Kara continued to voice her objections, but I saw the leathery dildo, still embedded in the grip of her twat, once again twitch and well up, gaining ominously in additional length and girth.

"It would be a shameful waste,"I pointed out,"if your wondrous prick were to swell up up so large while we are talking, such that it could no longer force an ingress into the tight, fond confines of a girl's bung."

I turned away from her, allowing her to focus her total tending on my wanton little asshole. I could feel the tender short porta ruck back and Forth River with excitement, beckoning to her. I circled the dimpled little opening with my middle finger, stifling a moan of pleasure as I worked the tip of the figure inside. I crooked my finger, running it around the interior of my anal rim, stretching myself in cookery.

Kara took a footfall towards the bed, the last of her underground falling by the roadside. On my custody and stifle, I shuddered with first moment. In my vulnerable view I felt like a dog -- a bitch in oestrus -- waiting to be mounted. I found the lewd comparability most delightful. The vast pommel of Kara's cock pressed into the crack of my ass. I slipped my finger's breadth out of my anus, giving her unrestricted access. She gripped the brass of my ass, pressing them together, forcing me to feel the massive sizing of her throbbing cock. Then she spread my cheeks, exposing my winking rectum to her view.

"Hurry !"I whispered urgently, feeling the slippery-wet knob of her monstrous peter seat itself into the dimpled chad of my rectal portal, throbbing alarmingly as the pulse of her pounding centre transmitted down the length of the twitching shaft."Please Kara, you must hurry, before it grows to large to pull it in ..."

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... I awoke in Kara's bed with her arm draped over my naked shoulder in a protective mode. We lay on our English, comfortably nestled like two spoonful in a semi-fetal stance. Kara, at my back, was snuggled up tightly against me, the warmth of her skin pressed against mine. I felt her deep, contented intimation washing over my rachis as she continued to sleep, hugging my naked form to hers. Her indulgent breasts pushed against my back, and her wet little patch of pubic hair tickled at my rump. As I came more awake, I became aware of a deep, square pressure in my bottom. Trying to confine my movements so as not to wake my schoolma'am, I carefully reached down and felt for the suit. The rationality became quickly clear. Kara's long, leather dildo, now somewhat shrunken in her spent and exhausted sopor, was still embedded in the clutching confines of my well-reamed little ass. I could now find the length of the flexible slam, buried in my bowels.

I started to get up to remove the incision from my legal tender anal tract, but Kara stirred in her nap in answer to my jostling, and I feared that I would awake her. I realized now that the early end of the dildo was still sunk into the depths of her pink, dripping cunt, and any gesture I made to remove it would likely stir up her sleep. So I gave a happy sigh and snuggled back down against her to await the end of her nap, enjoying the suggest esthesis of her now semi-limp dildo up my ass.

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Slowly the details of our anal union began to come back to me. Despite Kara's indisposition, I had obviously managed to overcome her remonstration and entice my mistress with the warm, tempting magical spell of my untested and tender Virgin anus.

She had resisted me at first, out of business organization for my welfare. She took a hesitating step back, withdrawing the boss of her cock as it nudged against the quivering hatchway of my eager fiddling shit socket. But I was not to be denied the raspy anal romp that I so desperately needed. On my hands and stifle on the bed, I lowered my head to the mattress, arching my back and presenting my naked buttocks in a shameless display.

Still she paused, but I fumbled around behind me, grasping for the large, erect putz of her monumental leather dildo. I found the curtsy end of her cock, hard as muscle and dripping wet with my slippery kitty-cat cum. Grasping the slam, I pulled Kara towards me. She followed my lead, groaning but offering no resistance. Fitting the node of her cock back into its natural position in the dimple of my anus, I felt Kara's hips react with an nonvoluntary twitch. The huge prick slam plowed forward, trying to wind its way past the tightly clenched immunity of my rectal pucker. I could feel the shaft tremble, bowing in the middle in response to the insistency. I pressed my hips back towards her, clenching my teeth as I desperately willed my stiff little rectum to open up and welcome her into its get it on embrace. I squirmed, rolling my articulatio coxae, trying to pull the entry of the straining knob. But alas, my hot little shitter was far too tight to envelope the massive shaft. I cried out in foiling !

Kara however found the solvent. With a wet slurp she slowly tugged the to the full distance of the massively rigid cock from the tight satiny depths of her cunt. She laid the cum-drenched dildo upon the bed, adding yet another stigma to the hopelessly soiled sheets. As I watched, a grin of understanding bed cover across my face. Freed from Kara's hot, wet bitch, the magical spell upon the leathery pecker was broken, reverting it back to an inanimate object. It began to writhe and then squinch, shifting back to its original proportions. In just a few mo, the straining leather prick shriveled back to a manageable size of it and girth. In its un-swelled form it could make a far wanton entree into my stubborn little pooper.

breathing heavily with upheaval, Kara picked up the limp tool. Still wet and well lubricated from its Holocene epoch wild ride in our puss, it needed no special attention to ready it for its impending insertion into the tight, humid confines of my ass. At the touch of Kara's deal, the slippery, dripping hammer began to surge back to life history, feeding on her intense sexual arousal. As it began to swell again, gaining length and rigidity, it was clear that speedy timing was now of the essence."bed cover your sweetness little cheeks for me, sister,"Kara urged in a rile voice."cattle ranch them, and I'll fuck your slopped little tribade arsehole for you."

I eagerly complied, dropping my facial expression onto a pillow and pulling my firm rump apart with both hands. My pink small cunt gaped, still wet and dripping, and my shit was presented fully exposed and at the ready. Kara -- normally a playful teaser -- quickly pressed the semi-soft leathery cock knob against the pucker porta to my bung. My ass crack was still slick and wet from our earlier coupling, and the intact dildo was shimmering with a tolerant finishing of our combined vaginal wetness. Kara fumbled several time, both of us giggling nervously as she struggled to maintain a grip on the slippery leather shaft.

Suddenly I gasped as I felt the protective gateway to my rectum blossom open. The bulbous end of the pussy-slickened cock shaft popped right into my pure little ass ! I mewled with joy, clutching at the cum-stained bed piece of paper with both hands. A groan of cacoethes escaped my brim as Kara slowly forced various inch of the semi-stiff jibe into the protesting depths of my quivering colon. I sobbed with delectation, realizing now that the sensation of a tool up my closely little schoolgirlish asshole was so much more bewilder that I had even imagined it. I felt so vulnerable, so stuffed, so completely, utterly ... fucked."

Kara left me in that place for a moment, allowing my hot, fuddled anal tract a chance to adjust to the ass-stretching girth of the dildo. But to our surprise, this proved to be a bootless effort. Grasped within the clutching confines of my anal piece of land, I felt the dildo swell and lengthen. It bobbed and twitched, quickly gaining a more fixed Department of State of erection. Kara looked on in astonishment."You're controlling the son of a bitch !"she exclaimed."You are but a novitiate, and yet it responds to you !"I nodded with excitement, feeling the peter continue to swell.

Kara moved into position behind me. Taking the early end of the leathery shaft, she readied herself to once again welcome her half of the slippery cock into her cunt. She closed her oculus, playing her end of the pricking against her pink, ruffled cunt rim. With a subdued whimper of prediction, she slipped the attack knob inside herself. Straining my neck to look behind me, I saw her soft, wet kitty-cat lips spread to engulf the wet, brown bulb, and then snug down tight around the still-growing girth of the slippery hammer beam of light. Thus embedded, the shot bridged between us, twat to asshole, joining us together.

Already the shaft of the peter had swollen back to alarming proportions. But now, securely embedded in the steamy confines of my bowel, there was zero my little rectal portal site could do to stand. I could feel it strain around the stocky diameter of the cock, the wrinkle little pucker spread astray and open.

On her knees on the bed, Kara maneuvered behind me. I too rose up, kneeling erect on the bed. Kara's arm enveloped me from behind, her deal caressing my naked tummy and then working their way up to cup a naked, heaving breast. Her hint, hot and anxious, washed across me as she nuzzled the back of my neck opening, kissing me. She reached down with her other manus, grasping the disclose length of hammer shaft in between us. Embedded various inches into my tight little ass, I felt the prick impulse and swell a bit more in reaction to her touch.

"Not yet ... not yet ... not yet ..."Kara whispered to herself under her breather. I knew she was concentrating fiercely, working to keep the monolithic dick shaft from swelling too much in duration and cinch prematurely. She faced an uphill engagement as I felt my rectal tract kerfuffle, rippling up and down the duration of the partially embedded shaft. Lacking Kara's experience, I could feel my sexual energy flow uncontrolled into my dowery of the motherfucker and it twitched and bucked with seemingly a nous of its own. But she managed to keep the cock under ascendence, holding it to a yet manageable size of it. From prior experience, I knew that practically corking size and rigour were yet to come.

Kara then settled into a deadening, assuage rocking apparent motion, sensuously rolling her hips back and Forth River. With each stamp, loving crusade, I could sense just another fraction of an inch of the lengthy peter putz being urged into my bottom. I began to mirror her efforts, swaying my hips fore and back, timed to meet her every forward push. Together, rolling our rose hip, we ever so gently worked to imbed the incredible distance of the leathery putz up my ass.

Gazing back over my shoulder, I saw Kara still had her eyes closed, a pearl of exertion on her brow, concentrating on still restraining the potentially monstrous prick to sensible dimensions. It was a slowly suffer engagement however, as I could feel the leathery shaft continue to thrive, stretching my quivering anal pucker to its ostensible limit, and nosing the rounded knob of the throbbing shit ever deeper into my anal piece of ass sleeve. I looked back at her as we continued our obtuse pealing dance of sapphic luxuria. I knew then, with absolute certainty, that I had fallen hopelessly in honey with this woman, this witch, and that my living would never be the same.

Finally Kara's rolling hip thrusts closed the gap between us. She slid her hands down to my rosehip, pulling me soaked against her. The firm, rounded impertinence of my naked bum pressed level against her groin, and I groaned as the finis remaining inches of the slippery cock gibe eased their way into my extend asshole. Kara's twat bulged around the diameter of the scratch, her wet, swollen pubic mound pressed into the scissure of my ass. Her lenient Thatch of pubic hair tickled the tender cutis of my rear and I knew that my lover's monumental dildo was now fully embedded within me.

Her hands slipped back up my tummy, then travelled upward, cupping my naked bosom, her digit finding and pinching my aching, rigid mamilla. I arched my spine, pressing my mamilla into her hands. Her lips nuzzled me from behind, and I felt her hint, hot and ragged in my ear.

"Take my huge cock in your hot niggling ass, you tight fucking bitch !"Kara hissed with passion.

I knew she was losing control. Her pussycat was feeding an tremendous quantity of sexual DOE into the cock and my cubbyhole little asshole rippled up and down the other one-half of our mutual incision, feeding it raw, undisciplined mogul as well. Her power to restrain the size of it of the monstrous pecker was faltering.

"Please ... Fuck me ..."I moaned."Please Kara ... give me all of it. My tight slight asshole needs your huge, wonderful prick !"

She issued a lustful, animalist growl. Pushing me down onto my hands and human knee, she slowly withdrew the dildo from my anus. It slid from the clutching clutches of my anal retentive parcel with a hot, grinding friction that nearly get me insane. I hissed in reply, gritting my teeth. The pommel of the cock pulled back, reaching the clutching grip of my anal porta. I could feel the tender, straining flesh distend outward, feverishly gripping the cock knob, unwilling to issue it from my loving embrace.

I felt her stroke her hand along the exposed length of the leathery rotating shaft, sighing as she so. The tip of her cock trembled within the quivering possible action of my anus, and then the SOB began to swell alarmingly. Kara had finally released the utmost of her mental constraint on the shit and it responded to the pent up sexual energy. It jerked within me as it continued to enlarge, stretching my poor picayune anal orifice beyond what I thought was possible.

Kara grabbed a handful of my haircloth, jerking my head upright. I gave a started pant, seeing for the maiden time the primitive intimate animal that lurked within her."Tell me you want it, baby,"she urged in a beefy voice."Tell me you need it, hard and inscrutable !"

I wiggled my ass in eager response."I do !"I assured her through clenched teeth."Please Kara, haste ! nooky your huge cock up my tight fiddling defecator !"

"Shameless whore !"she accused.

"Yesssss !"I agreed in a passionate exclamation. The dildo throbbed in response, still just lodged with its knob just inside my widely splayed piffling anal retentive orifice.

"Lesbian bung-hole slovenly woman !"she barked.

"Only for you,"I assured her with a whimper. Her cock swelled further in appreciation, stretching, throbbing, a menacing terror, poised to launch.

"You twat-licking, ass-fucking gay woman cunt hole !"She growled, pressing her massive peter into the depths of my eagre little shit socket. She was huge ! I bit my lower lip against the pain but rolled my coxa to meet her as she bore into me. A hot, burning sensation filled my bowel as she drove the immense leather putz into my anus. It was way too a lot prick, in far too tight of an ass, but still I took her, greedily, joyfully. She stuffed my colon full to the brim in a single, savage thrust. I grunted as she bottomed out, mashing her pubic mound against my wide spread butt, holding herself there, fully hilted. The only sounds in the cabin were her ragged respiration and me, quietly sobbing with a mixture of annoyance, disgrace, and my new-found mania for lesbian butt-fuck lust.

Kara withdrew the length of the quivering prick. My hot, clutching asshole gripped at the retreating shaft, fighting to retain each precious inch. I could experience every seam, stitch, and leathery bump of imperfection caressing the stamp tissue of my anal retentive parcel of land. I groaned, now sensing only the very tip of the leathery hammer knob gripped inside my tight little rectal portal. Kara sighed and stroked her bridge player along the length of the shaft. With a hard tug she forcefully pulled the remainder of prick from my ass, leaving me gaping and empty. I cried out in objection. She fulfilled my lecherous itch, plunging the knob of the pecker back into me with a boisterous insertion. I grunted, taking her, wanting even more. She pulled back again, a wet ‘ pop'resounding as the cock knob once again escaped the desperately grasping embrace of my anus. I reached behind me, spreading my cheeks with both hands, binge of rage streaming down my face.

"Play with your pussy,"Kara urged breathlessly. I dropped a hand between my legs and slipped two finger into my tight, pink dent. Pressing my finger's breadth between the puffy lips, I found the aegir, dripping cavern of my snatch, finger-fucking myself as my schoolma'am commanded.

"Eeeeiiiiii !"I shrieked as Kara plunged her cock back into up my upturned motherfucker, riding the full duration of the monolithic prick into me in a I, pillory stroke. I buried my face in the pillow, screaming with lust. She bottomed out, knocking the lead out of my lungs. I collapsed on the bed under her shock and Kara fell on top of me with a grunt. Wrapping her sleeve around me, she rolled onto her back, taking me with her. I lay on top of her as she cupped my nude breasts and settled into a punishing, steady rhythm, fucking the enormous dildo full length, in and out of my quivering butthole.

At her prodding, I spread my legs outside of hers and raised myself into a half-seated position. straddle thus atop my schoolma'am, facing her feet, my heart-to-heart derriere nerve poised above her bulwark. The power and urgency of her thrusting rose hip continued to build. The dildo seemed to well to even larger proportion, but my poor small asshole was now beyond offering any immunity, regardless of the out of the question size of the shaft. She lunged upward with her hips, over and over, hammering the unimaginably enormous cock slam into my eager bunghole. Crying out with intense pleasance, I found my kitty-cat with shaking fingerbreadth and slipped them inside my swampy, trembling cunt mound.

Kara -- her breaths coming in desperate, ragged gasps -- fucked me up the ass, voiceless and abstruse like she knew I needed. I gritted my tooth against the collide impingement, feeling my tits and ass cheeks quiver with each merciless, plundering thrust. Never had I felt so exposed, so used, so sexy, and so completely, fully fucked ! Slipping my finger from my draining cunt, I gripped the weather sheet on either side, supporting myself, arching my back as Kara reamed my ship's boat backside with ever-growing enthusiasm. I bounced on her pumping hips and my firm, round boob flopped in clock time with each punishing anal bang thrust.

Then, with a flash groan, Kara lunged upward with her hips, fucking the entire length of the straining cock rod into my rippling bunghole. The dildo swelled in my ass and I felt the first-class honours degree hot jet of her scalding slit cum launch into the furthest scope of my bowels. Again and again she thrust and jerked, each time firing a frothing eruption of lesbian cunt emollient to sooth my tormented anal depths.

intuitive feeling my anal tract set out to well up as she pumped me full, I came as well, crying out as I felt my pussy and asshole spasm and convulse with orgasmic delight. I screamed with excited passion as I felt my pussy clinch feverishly and exhaust a fount of shimmering twat emollient from my soft, pinkish tissue paper. The wet flush exploded from my plump little twat, splattering across the bed and rushing down between my wide-spread thighs to rain down on Kara's thrusting loin in a warm, embarrassing mess. I came again, my pussy and asshole nearly cramping with the savage strength as another wet impulse of my bitch juice erupted from my gaping vaginal slot. Pumping my pelvic arch in frantic motions, I came again and again, crying out with delight as outburst after ebullition of hot, wet pussy sauce streamed from my quiver, sopping cunt.

Finally the lunar time period of our sexual climax began to ebb. Our frenzied motions eased to a fleshly roll of our hips as Kara continued to slowly, lovingly, fuck me up my pretty little arse. She rolled me onto my side, spooning herself in behind me. I felt her lips nestle my ear, whispering passionate nothings to me as she gently eased the massive tool rod back and Forth in my quiver, ravished rectal pamphlet. Exhausted and satisfied at stopping point, I smiled to myself, my devotee's leather dildo still sensually easing its way slowly in and out of my fag out little butt. I drifted off to sleep as Kara's motions finally ground to a freeze, lost in the notion that lesbian arsehole sex is indeed the fine course of honey there is ...

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Later, as I slowly came awake, I savored those pleasant retentiveness. Although deeply satisfied at last, I winced at the feeling of soreness in my arse, and could say in no changeable terms that I had certainly been treated to a stern riding lesson. We appeared to throw fucked each former literally superfluous, and had upon our coming, fallen unconscious mind in this loving embrace.

A soft, tickling kiss on my shoulder told me that Kara was now also coming awake. She groaned, rubbing her eyes. Lazily tracing random patterns on my taunt, au naturel tummy with the bakshis of her fingerbreadth, she gently ground her hips against my prat, manipulating the now flaccid dildo buried in our worn-out fuck tunnels. I groaned, thinking for a moment she might once again agitate the massive beast to lifespan. But she appeared to be as fucked out as I, abandoning the effort after a few lackluster moments.

At final I rose, pulling away from her and dragging the lifeless dildo out of my ass. We had not managed to fix whether there was any actual wizardly benefit obtained from her fucking me up the ass, but I grinned, knowing that it was not a blow exploit. I was sure it was an experiment we would eagerly calculate to repeat again and again in the multiplication to come.

Kara joined me, rising from the bed. I watched with keen pastime as she carefully withdrew the now spent dildo from her cunt. Her juices dripped freely from her open cut, trailing down the inside of her smooth, milklike thigh. She gazed into my eyes."You are indeed a most promising -- and enthusiastic -- student,"she complimented."I will instruct you many thing, including the command of this leather cock. Perhaps one day you will take me up the ass in kind.

I blushed and nodded, swearing to pursue this task most diligently.

I turned and found a mirror. I was a wreck ! My hair was a tousle fix and my entire physical structure felt as it were coated with the sticky disbursement of Kara's twat. From a bowling ball and twirler of piss, we cleaned ourselves up. Employing a pair of face cloth, we tenderly wiped each early, leaving no offer or crack unattended. It may have been quicker had we each simply attended to our own demand, but as I washed her pretty little cunt, and she applied a soothing, balmy lotion to the tender pelt of my anus, I was convinced that this was by far the most enjoyable way to complete one's personal hygiene chores.

I was not surprised to feel that it was already the middle of the good afternoon. We had fucked away most of the first light, and the exhausted nap which followed had brought us well past lunch. It almost felt odd to be clothed in Kara's presence, but we donned our garb nonetheless, and spent the quietus of the afternoon in the timber. Under her teaching, we explored once again the strange and stir ignitor and energies that shone from everywhere. I could feel a change had taken place within me. I found the push of the forest did no longer slip uncontrolled from between my fingers. Instead they came to my bidding, although in a crude and clumsy manner when compared to Kara's finely perfect attainment of wizard manipulation.

She explained to me some of the basics of the craftiness."In its simple kernel, all things material -- active or not -- string their force from a one beginning. This vigor however, as you can see, may manifest itself in a multitude of kind. Obviously a tree is different from a rock, and a bird has little in rough-cut with a worm."

"Except that the bird may eat the louse,"I blurted.

"Exactly, yes, very good. The bird eats the dirt ball, and thus consumes its life force. What was a worm now gives strength to a bird."

I pondered this. She continued."Like forces attract and gather like forces."Where there is one tree, soon there are many. Where there is but a undivided dame, others will soon follow, drawn together by a force they can not fend. H2O will flux into early urine, and even the stones of the land do radical together, forming the mountains."

"So all like things tend to draw together,"I restated, struggling with the information."So why are there good deal here, but not there ? Why is there not one huge flock of shuttle, but instead there are many ? Why, over time, have not all like affair merged into one ?"

"Ah, you have discovered the former side of the roofy,"Kara explained."It is called the wheel of power. Do bird or the trees live forever ?"I shook my head that they did not."Even as they grow, they are dying. This is the way of all lifelike things. The exponent -- the magic trick, if you will -- that sustains the existence of all matter is a restless power. Even as it is gathered, it wants to escape and assay its freedom. Thus, all things are created, exist, and then fade from existence. The bird will die, the tree will diminish and dilapidate, and even the mighty rock'n'roll and sight will, over time, be ground away to sandpaper and disperse by the ceaseless tip and rains.

"It is all very sad,"I observed."All our time is limited by this cycle."

"Perhaps, yes,"Kara replied."Tell me, how old do you think I am ?"

I looked her over with an appraising eye. Her skin was indulgent and smooth, and her long nighttime hair shone with a goodish luster. There was not hint of wrinkles or Charles Grey. I had assumed that since she spoke in such a wise and mature personal manner that she must be at least 30 years of age. But now, looking at her again, I realized that she could not be much old than twenty, and stated this as my opinion.

"Just a little elderly than that, my near,"she replied with a secretive smile. I was born in Spain in the year 1378. I have seen the passageway of well over four centuries."

I gasped and staggered back from her in electrical shock."How can this be ?"I trembled.

"It can be because I -- and now you also -- sustain ourselves off this charming life force. We are eternal, Kristy, outside of the cruel ravishes of clock time. If you are not killed -- or simply become bored with your world -- you can live forever."

My mind reeled, and Kara sensed this."Perhaps this is too practically for you too quickly,"she apologized."Come, let us try out more with some simple tasks, and you will gain a wider understanding in the years to come."

I nodded in concord, gazing at her in dewy-eyed curiosity. She directed me through some unproblematic exercises and I found that by the end of the day I was mentally exhausted but could -- with great effort -- begin to turn these magical zip in clumsy and simple manners to do my bidding.

"Always work with the strong point of the vitality,"she instructed. If the result you seek requires strength, then draw upon the violence in the Tree and stones. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree has no swiftness. If that is what you seek, look to the birds, or better yet, the wind. All these forces can be warped to serve your goals, but how much elbow grease you must expend will reckon on the academic degree of change you wish to affect. Start with something exchangeable to the desired solution and the gist you can accomplish will be much greater. It will be your creativity in finding and weaving the most seize and efficient reference of power for the labor at handwriting that will ultimately influence your technique in these arts."

The remaining minute of the day flew by, and all too soon Kara announced that I should once again have to impart her timber and proceeds to my home, so as to not arouse mistrust and warning signal."pattern,"she lectured."recitation until you are sick of it, and then recitation more. You may return again in one week's fourth dimension, and I will reveal to you more than of what I have to offer."

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I was sad to be sent away, and tried to score her into another romantic encounter in order to prolong my check, but she held firm."I have years and eld to fuck your wondrous little body, Kristy. One calendar week's wait will only make our following brush so lots sweeter."With a prospicient, passionate buss, and a playful swat on my rear, she sent me on my way. The forest path closed in keister me as I left, and soon I found myself once again on the comrade country lane outside the woods, heading nursing home for supper.

I found over the future week that my appetite had waned. Not even my favorite food could entice me. I ate to maintain appearances, but enjoyed it not at all. There was a hungriness in my belly, but no food could seem to satisfy it. I put this off as my love-sick pining for Kara, and could not wait to be reunited with her, respective days hence. I practiced diligently the exercise that Kara had taught me. Every spare waking bit which I found myself alone, I tinkered with the sorcerous energies I found around me. Over that week, my father became quite exasperated with my actions. He presumed me to be day-dreaming, and chastised me again and again to keep my stress on my tasks as I helped him mind his store. However, all his secular headache now struck me as mundane, and could gain no handle on my attention. A whole new creation had been opened for my geographic expedition and ...

"hullo ! girl Henry Valentine Miller ! Yes, hi ! Will you be tending the store today ?"grated a voice, snapping me back to the here and now. Lisa-Marie Jenkins stood before the retort in my sire's store, hands on her hip, looking quite put out -- as she always did."I said,"she repeated,"that I might be convinced to buy these lace napkins, but frankly your price is quite outrageous. What do you specify to do about it ?"

"I intend to put them back in their swathe, and bid you good day, Mrs. Jenkins,"I replied quietly, barely restraining the contempt in my vocalisation. I hated this cunt with a blistering passion, and she well knew it. I pitied her poor people hubby, married to this foul-tempered abhorrence. She was a pretty miss, no one could argue that. But she had an inner vileness that managed to shine through nonetheless. This was all the more obvious to me now as I was capable to take note her nasty, writhing aura of ill.

She huffed, grabbing the lacework from my manpower and fishing out her money."I'll conduct them, but I won't be well-chosen about it, you know !"

"fountainhead, that's only to be expected,"I countered.

She glared at me, picking up on the insult. She glanced around the store, noting the few other customer browsing the goods. She leaned in close over the counter and whispered hatefully,"I saw you coming out of those witch's woodwind again, untried missy. What's your business there ?"

"Surely you're mistaken,"I countered, my look flushing in reception to my lie."We all know those woods are no lieu for a right young lady like myself."

"Mistaken I am not !"she hissed in an undertone."Take you care, Missy, ‘ campaign I'm a-watchin'you."She warned, turning on her heels and stalking out of the store. I seethed, glaring hole in her departing backside. There are hoi polloi in this creation who never seem to get their just deserts, and yet this only served to encourage them to ever greater tier of unpleasantness. She was their elected tabby. What a beef !

The remaining days passed with no additional misadventures. I was all a-jitter as the end of the hebdomad drew near, anxious to show Kara how well I had been practicing. The basic Energy Department control exercises she had shown me -- so difficult at first -- now came easily, and I was eagre to persist in my pedagogy. I rushed out the doorway near daybreak for my weekly"walk"with barely a watchword of goodbye to my concerned parents."Pack a dejeuner, Kristy !"my mother called after me, but I had no interest in food, and only wanted to be on my way. There was a spring in my step, as well as a desperate itchiness in my loins now that my reunification with Kara was close at hand.

I hurried down the now conversant lanes and shortcuts, and stepped up my pace into a quick trot by the time the Wood were in sight. I broke into a run, my feet seeming to fly over the ground at an unnatural pep pill. Laughing, I broke into the temperature reduction gloom of the forest tincture and then slowed to a walking, marveling once again with my magic vision at the beautiful mickle of the wooded environment.

The afforest course wound and worm, purposely and protectively deceptive, but I easily found my way to the clarification and Kara's secret theater. She sat on the porch swing, waiting for me. She smiled, her face beaming."Such a headlong rush to see me this break of day,"she noted as I ascended the few creaking wooden stair of the porch. You must be tired and thirsty. Shall I get you a drink ?"

"Tired I'm not,"I replied in a debonaire spokesperson."I feel like I could sail on the breaking wind, or run with the deer of the Mrs. Henry Wood !"Then I glanced up shyly at her."A refreshing boozing would be nice though."

Kara began to rise from her porch baseball swing."I'll get you a ..."

But I stopped her, gently pushing her back down in her seat and settling to my stifle in front of her. I lifted the hem of her skirt, bunching the material and moving it out of the way."Ill take my swallow right here, I think,"I purred, raising her dame to disclose her naked pussy.

Kara looked concerned."You have not lost your powers, have you ? Else there would be no need to booze from me again. What has happened ?"

Pressing my font between her thigh, I gave her pink little slit a teasing poke with the tip of my natural language."My powers are quit intact, kept woman,"I assured her."Can't a girl simply get a nice boozing after such a long and thirsty misstep ?"

"You understand this will serve no far purpose,"Kara explained.

"Oh, I think it serves a wonderful purpose,"I countered."Does it not put up you much needed relief to vacate a fully and pressing vesica ? And am I not ever so hungry to try out you once again ? So it also serves to extinguish my burning need."

"Piss-slut,"Kara grinned, wriggling her rose hip to tug her dress out from under her ass, and shifting forward in the porch swing so that her pretty slight twat overhung the edge.

"Absolutely,"I agreed, positioning myself between her naked thighs and looking up at her with expected value."Your slut, to use and abuse, as my schoolmarm sees fit."

"Indeed ?"she replied with an intrigued tonicity."Then open your dress, so that I might gaze upon your wonderful tits."I complied, pulling down the top of the garment and allowing my titty to shed free of their confinement. Kara sighed and rubbed her pussy. A stream of her steaming yellow nectar began to spray from her prick, hosing her golden pee down onto my bare, heaving chest, drenching the top of my dress. I gasped, arching my back as her herculean blowup splattered freely across my naked pectus, forming a rushing violent stream which raced down into fissure of my cleavage. A warm stigma of girl urine soaked the tight, confining garment around my belly, spreading rapidly. Then her yellow stream of pee stuttered to a halt. I moaned, running my hands over my dripping wet tits, squeezing the fleshy mounds and teasing the rigid nipples with my digit.

"Still thirsty ?"she teased, sensuously rubbing a slender fingerbreadth through the wet sheepcote of her fathead. I nodded eagerly. She removed her teasing fingerbreadth as I leaned forward to station an open-mouthed kiss on her twat, sealing her lips to mine. She willed her current to continue, and warm, marvelous deluge of gold miss piss flooded into my mouthpiece. I gulped her down as she squirmed and pissed, emptying her bladder down my throat. Then -- all too soon -- it was over, and her body had no more weewee left to offer. I licked her clear and pulled back from her pussy, wiping the remaining wetness off my lip and Chin with the rachis of my handwriting. Still on my knees between her undefended thighs, I gazed up lovingly into her eyes.

Suddenly I felt her body tense, and she was struck with a far-away look, studying something I could not tell apart."What is it ?"I inquired, but she held up her mitt, requesting silence.

She looked down at me."You have brought a supporter this sunrise,"she stated with a frown.

"What ? No. I came alone. I have told no one of our sojourn, Mistress,"I countered, looking around but failing to see this interloper.

"feel deeper into the woods ... there,"Kara instructed."Remember, use your new vision."I concentrated, but then sway my fountainhead, seeing nothing but the trees and dull brush."flavor though, not at,"she advised."Peel the stratum and pierce the veil."

Instructed in this fashion, I looked again, staring intently in the direction she pointed. My line of sight encountered the Tree line of reasoning at the bound of the clarification, but I mentally pushed it away. More trees lay beyond, but I passed through them as if brushing aside a curtain. I willed my vision through the woods in a dizzying rush, and suddenly, as the last level parted before me, I saw a passenger astride a turgid black stallion. Lost in the purposely winding maze of false forest way and blind roundabout way, Equus caballus and passenger turned in my direction."Lisa-Marie Jenkins !"I seethed in rage,"that nosy, no-count, nasty bitch !"

"nooky slit !"I growled."She must have followed me. She was on me just the former day, saying she saw me coming from the timberland, and now this morning she must have trailed me here. What are we going to do ?"

# # # # # Part 14 - Switching Things Up # # # # #

"We shall deal with her in good time,"Kara promised, regaining her feeling of composure."The tangle of the forest will keep her trapped until we are ready for her. But as for you, do you see the dangers that may arise when you grow careless ?"I nodded glumly, distressed that I had disappointed my schoolmarm."You now possess mickle and senses beyond bare mortal understanding, yet you let this clunky cow track and trap you ?"

"Kara ... I'm sorry,"I stuttered."I ..."

"Hush ! Don't speak, just listen,"she interrupted."I am not raging with you, little one, but you must be taught to be more wakeful. Such carelessness could lend ruin upon us both. You have endangered my dwelling, and perhaps even our lives if this nosy jackass goes prattling her gossip about the town. Do you read this ?"

I sniffled and nodded sadly, anguished that I had so break my mistress.

"Brighten up, my pricey,"she cheered."This is but an chance for you to determine new lessons. Before evening falls today, believe that you will truly know what it means to be a witch."

She rose from her porch golf stroke."Remove your dress now Kristy. I think you'll find no promote use for it today."Eager to make up for my transgression, I quickly removed the piss-soaked garment and my shoes without head, leaving me standing defenseless."Now then, my pet,"she said, handing me a belittled knife,"would you be so kind as to go find and cut me a unforesightful sprig of willow branch. Find me one as long as your arm, and thinner than your petty fingerbreadth, if you please, strong and supple. Then we shall proceed with the maiden of today's lessons."

I took the knife and hurried off, bore to spend a penny amends and obtain her the perfect specimen. A brief search revealed a large willow tree tree. Using my special stack, I selected and carefully cut the required sprig, chosen particularly for its stiff, stout magical gloriole. Then I hurried back to Kara's house in the clearing, glancing about me as I went in the hopes that I would not encounter Lisa-Marie as I dashed about naked in the forest.

I returned with the small branch and found Kara in the clearing in front of her house, meddlesome with a prominent wooden barrel. I inquired if she needed any help, but she ignored my question and instead instructed me to carefully crop the leaves and divest the bark off the willow branch. I attended this undertaking as Kara dumped the heavy drum onto its side. Long wooden skids were bolted through the staves along two quarter-points, serving to lay off the cask from rolling. The contraption seemed purpose-built, but to what ends I could not yet fathom.

I completed my assignment and handed Kara the stripped off willow branch. She inspected my movement, appearing satisfied with my handiwork."Sit yourself down upon the topple bbl, Kristy. Straddle it as if you were riding a horse."I complied, spreading my bare legs over the huge girth of the wooden gun barrel diam. As I notice earlier, the two stout wooden sideslip secured along the bottom prevented it from rolling, providing me a secure chopine.

"Now bend forward, if you please."

I leaned forward, laying myself down along the top of the bbl, only able to reach out the priming coat on either side if I pointed and extended my toes. I lay face-down, riding along the bbl's length. I wrapped my blazonry around its wooden staves, and clenched it with my interior second joint, steadying my position. Its large diameter banquet my legs wide undecided, and my naked little pussy and motherfucker were in plain survey to see.

"Now,"Kara instructed."YOU. WILL. NOT. MOVE."She issued the word in a quiet down, still tone, but they thundered through my mind nonetheless. I flinched, stung by the power of the control. As I twitched, I found my arms and legs locked in place, no longer under my control. In a growing terror, I attempted to jump up off the barrel, but my drive proved in vain. I was locked onto the barrel as securely as if bound by iron bands. I cried out in fear, attempting to jactitate myself free, but my body refused to obey.

Kara knelt behind me. I felt a small flush of embarrassment as I realize how give away and vulnerable I was to her intimate gaze. My cumber berth spread my ramification and the cheeks of my ass all-inclusive loose, and my little fuck holes felt obscenely visible. I gasped as I felt a aplomb liquid dribbled onto the lowly of my back, feeling it slowly ooze its way down the crack of my ass. The syrupy stream slithered downward, trailing over the tight minuscule pucker of my anus, and then soaked the plump, pouting human body of my supply ship cunt mound.

"A perfume oil,"Kara explained, spreading the lotion around my groin and over the cheek of my retrousse rump with her fingerbreadth. I moaned at the touch but was powerless to move in response. Kara retrieved the slender twig I had cut and trimmed for her. She inspected the smooth surface of the wood, stripped of leave of absence and bark as she had requested."It is a fine job you did on this switch, Kristy. I think it will serve us well in today's moral,"she praised as she slid the very tip of the whip-like offshoot through the ruffled lips of my wet little pussy slit. The probing wooden tip toyed with the opening to my cunt, and I felt the lips of my pink, pretty nookie buck unfurl in welcome response.

Then suddenly what she said began to sink in on me. A switching ? She could not mean ... I was most certainly too old for a spanking ! There comes a distributor point in a girl's animation when a stark naked switch is no longer appropriate ! I began to scramble, but the effort was futile as my arm and legs refuse to release their straining grip on the tumid wooden barrel."Kara ?"I trembled, tears beginning to swell up in my eyes."Please ... do not ! I'll be more heedful in the future tense ! I swear it ! I promise ! Please !"

"Shhhhh, Baby,"Kara hushed."This is a object lesson which must be learn Kristy. And it is only in small part a punishment for your carelessness, as you will add up to learn."

I continued to screak and plead, but this fell on deaf ear. I willed my weapon and legs to reply, but could not split the paralyzing mental roadblock that Kara had placed upon me. I felt the tip of the willow permutation gently prod my wrinkled anus. My fiddling pucker could provide no resistance to the slender tip of the twig, and Kara slipped the end of the willow sprig up my fearfully quivering butthole. Goosebumps blossomed on the creamy skin of my thigh as she rolled the shaft of the slender replacement between her digit. I clenched my tooth, feeling the whippy wooden tip slowly, teasingly, rotate back and forth in the clutching entryway to my shitter. My tight, tender brownie trap began to throb, nipping at the end of the sprig, clearly exposed to Kara's gaze.

"You really do enjoy thing up your hot little butt, do you not, my pet ?"She teased. I bit my lower lip and nodded, finding that my paralysis extended only to those muscles that kept me firmly perched in my demeaning spatial relation straddled atop the barrel.

She withdrew the tickling electric switch from my rectum and I moaned, desperate to feel its tax return. She leaned in and planted a have it off osculation on my pulsing rectal first step and I cooed with delight. The she eased back away from me and with a sharp snap of her wrist, brought the willow switch down, raising a burn welt on the raw flesh of my rump. It was precisely delivered, not hard enough to break the skin, yet stung with an excruciating bite. I shrieked in a mixture of shock, pain and indignation. The muscles of my soundbox clenched of their own accordance and I rose perhaps an inch or two off the bbl before my mental bonds caught and restrained me once again.

I gulped an inpour of air, panting desperately as the sting of the lash slowly faded to a dull throbbing. Then the second strike of the substitution was landed, crossing my other hind end cheek with a alike red wheal, causing me once more wow and song against my treasonable muscleman. rent leapt to my eyes and I sobbed out loud in dismay ! A tertiary gust quickly landed, a visible light, stinging touch of the very tip of the speed substitution, skillfully aimed at the legal tender no-mans-land of shape between my snatch and son of a bitch. I howled in protest ! My legs twist and quake, seeking to defensively conclude the open cheeks of my ass. The barrelful creaked with the strain, but my vulnerable position held firm.

tears streamed from my eyes as Kara raised yet another angry welt, drawn diagonally across the protruding mound of my lovely little slit. My straits spun with the bother and I sobbed in a desperate panic. I bucked again, seeking to somehow get out my luck, but I rode the barrel without relief.

Stars burst across my visual sense as the permutation landed with a sharp, audible"crack"

willow wood biting into sensible anal flesh. I issued high squeal of anguish, my hint coming in unawares, ragged bursts. My wrinkled piddling bunghole puckered and clenched, loose and closed in rapid succession, attempting to shake off the burning sting on its bid brown cutis. I began to cry in earnest, not knowing when or how this would end.

"You feel the pain ?"Kara inquired calmly, as if discussing afternoon tea.

"piece of ass ! Yes ! Of path !"I sobbed. What was she thinking ?

"It is just a signal from your body,"Kara explained."It is no different than hungriness, fearfulness, or even lust. It is the Lapplander as Passion of Christ, the same as pleasure."

"This is NO pleasure !"I assured her, ira flooding my voice.

In reply, Kara landed a novel gash across my cunt pile, earning another shriek from me."Let it become pleasure, Kristy. Control your mind. Take the pain, metamorphose it to passion."Her hot breathing spell washed over my widely splayed backside. I felt her tongue spread my snatch, delving inside, licking and probing. Then she withdrew, and washed over the raised red weal that branded the mound of my twat. The heart of my form stood on end, tingling with her oral caress that she laid over the stick torture. I moaned in response, finding I could grind my pelvic arch just a fraction of an inch. I worked my intimate thighs against the rough out metric grain of the wooden barrel, quivering as the hotshot raced through me.

Kara withdrew, then planted another well-aimed lash of the sizzling willow switch across my cunt, raising a irregular weal, a twin to the first. It burned like fire for an insistent, but then her loving knife was back, licking and soothing, washing over the botheration and nibbling at the shuffle lips of my goose. I groaned, pleasure and botheration shading indistinguishably. Straining, I found a fraction more of freedom to my social movement, allowing me to bray the achingly rigid nub of my fleshy clit against the top of the barrel.

I felt her handwriting gently rubbing my cunt, and then Kara inserted herself, hilting a single finger to the last-place knuckle in a exclusive, unruffled motion. I sighed with pleasure at the unexpected insertion."Good girl, Kristy. God, you're so fucking wet ! Your piffling cunt is dripping with your sweet honey. You begin to see how pain can be turned to pleasure ?"

I paused, unsure, but the swelter of gathering moisture in my kitty-cat was impossible to deny. I nodded as I felt her pollex lead along one of the welts on my cunt. The stinging, protesting material body sung at her hint and I began gain a glimmer of understanding that infliction or passion might be merely a thing of perception.

She withdrew her finger from my twat and then brought the dripping fingerbreadth to bear on my suffering anus. The anguished flesh flinched at her intimate touch, but then opened in invitation. She slipped her fingerbreadth into my rectum, fucking it slowly in and out of my ass. I began to pant with desire. She withdrew her fingerbreadth and carefully placed her thumb and index on either side of my pussy. In this fashion she was able to spread her fingerbreadth, opening the lips of my twat, exposing the soft pink flesh inside. My asshole puckered with excitement, pulsing open and closed in a rapid serial of contractions.

"Pain is pleasure,"she reminded me. I nodded and steeled myself as I heard the substitution whistle as it cut through the air. It viciously stung the gaping flesh of my kitty-cat with a wet ‘ snap bean ’. I bucked my pelvic girdle and moaned, but did not cry out."safe !"Kara urged. Another lash, again landed with incredible precision between the open sass of my snatch, the tip nipping viciously into the delicate, juicy crimp of my twat.

I flinched and hissed through my teeth, making a racket that sounded something vaguely like"Yessssssssssss !"My coxa bucked, gaining more movement. Utilizing my limited freedom, I rolled my naked rump up gamy, better exposing my pussy to Kara's rear discipline.

"Yes ?"Kara inquired.

"YESSSSSS ! ... FUCK !"I exclaimed, squirming on top of the barrel. The switch stung again, nipping savagely at my puckering anus. I shrieked -- in botheration or lust, it was now one and the same. My asshole clenched tightly and then blossomed open, begging for more. My hands slipped free of their clutch on the barrel, my arms once again under my control. I reached back with both hands, spreading my ass cheeks across-the-board, feeling my trivial anus gape in response.

Kara rained down a quick chronological succession of three snapping flogs, the tip of the willow electrical switch dancing an agonizing jig on the exposed and gaping rim of my rectum."Yessss ! YES ! ... FUCK YES !"I yelped, keeping clock time with her lashing strokes.

The paralyzing control over the brawn in my leg also fell away. I was free ! relieve to leap off and escape valve, or fight back, or aim whatever actions I so chose. I chose to exercise my recovered exemption by arching my back up high and bringing the finger of one hand to conduct on my quivering little clit. I pinched the throbbing piffling nub of build and Kara turned the attention of her switch back to my pussy. A pair of well-timed motion-picture show of her wrist lashed twin kiss of willow-switch-borne-love onto the quivering rim of my twat. I howled with ecstasy, feeling a powerful orgasm Menachem Begin to boil in the profundity of my snatch. Abandoning my button, I pushed my hand lower, mimicking Kara's earlier action, I used my thumb and forefinger to spread out the lips of my snatch opened wide-eyed, exposing my inner vaginal folds.

Kara paused only for a import, easing two digit of her unoccupied hand straight into the furiously convulsing portal of my anus. I snapped my promontory up and cried out with joy. The she brought her electrical switch into activity, raining down keen, burn blows into the folds of my quivering jackass. She reversed her slant of glide slope, cutting upward with a well-aimed slash, landing the confidence game of the tip directly on my aching clit. I screamed and my hips bucked as my orgasm hit ! My pussy convulsed, clamping down tight and then blossoming back open to pick up additional delicious penalty. My rectum clenched down on Kara's burrowing fingers as if trying to wrench them from her handwriting. And still she lashed at me, gasping with each reverse of the shift. Each loving sting now seemed like the docile caress, lovingly coaxing the gushing cum juices from my trembling fuck expansion slot. I hunched my widespread second joint against the rough wooden bbl, my wooden leg vibration from the mental strain until I thought they would cramp. The stinging lashes of Kara's willow tree lash began to falter, losing strength and precision as she too seemed clutched in the grips of a shaking sexual climax. Finally my vision began to blur, darkness threatening to close in around me as I collapsed on top of the wooden barrel, spent, exhausted, sweating, and wrung out like a hitch dish rag.

After various exhausted minutes of gasping desperately for breath, I rolled off the top of the barrel, landing in the Mary Jane in a most unladylike position on my back with my legs spread all-inclusive. Kara looked down at me, oculus glazed, her breasts heaving as she continued to gulp for air. My legs had indeed cramped, and I grasped at my inner second joint with my finger's breadth, working to massage the life back into them. I lay there, spread opened, my ravaged twat gaping astray and draining its juicy snatch butter down into the crack of my chafed little asshole.

I lay there for several minutes, regaining my calmness. Then -- with much presentiment -- I inspected my treasured cunt for the legal injury that Kara's switching had wrought. I expected the tough -- swollen red wale of perhaps even a cut or two. Instead, I found my pretty niggling snatch in pristine condition, oozing post-orgasmic drool but otherwise unharmed and fresh as a daisy. Gently I massaged the flexure of my slippery honey pot, but could find out no remnant of sore or stinging flesh.

"You have successfully transformed bother into pleasure, Kara explained as I stared in amazement."You will find no stigma or contusion from you stacks. call up this lesson well, and you will experience strength and endurance beyond that of the common folk."

Mentally reeling from the deduction, I promised that I would.

"Speaking of the plebeian folk,"Kara continued,"perhaps we should now deform our attentions to you speculative friend ?"

# # # # # Part 15 - dinner party is Served # # # # #

I had entirely forgotten about the snooping Lisa-Marie, still lost in the snarl of woods and winding lanes surrounding the clearing. Perhaps it was because I had been preoccupied with other matters.

Kara gave a wave of her hand in a circular move, causing the footpath to her clearing to be revealed. Off in the woods there was a crashing of undergrowth, followed by the enraged cursing of a female part."She really is a clumsy cow,"Kara observed and I snorted a giggle in response. More cracking of branchlet and an unladylike series of creative explicatives followed, and suddenly horse and rider broke into the clearing. Lisa tore at the remains of clinging vines and cobweb that entangled her, forgetful to our presence.

Then she looked up and spotted us. She gasped out loud and her hand flew to her backtalk in shock. Kristy Miller ! My goodness me, what ever has happened to your clothes ?"

It only dawned on me then that I stood next to my schoolmistress in the clearing without a stitch of clothing. I moved to cover myself with my hands, but Kara discretely caught my arm and pushed it back to my side."You have nothing to shroud from the the like of her,"she chided. I nodded and stood proudly, glaring back at Lisa.

Lisa feigned disgust and moral outrage, but I could see from the scintillation in her eye that she was visually devouring all she saw, already concocting devious gossip in her head. She sat tall and proud atop her black stallion, haughty as she surveyed the clearing. I cringed at the thought of how her rumors would flash across town.

"Let us talk about the next object lesson for you to learn today, Kristy,"Kara said, seemingly dismissing Lisa from her mind."What have you eaten in the by week ?"I looked at her and blinked, unable to fathom the reason for such a question at a metre such as this."What have you eaten ?"she repeated.

I thought back. My appetency had almost completely vanished upon my return key to town. I had nibbled at this and that, but -- much to my parents'concern -- I had enjoyed hardly a bite of food for thought all workweek."Practically nil,"I replied.

"And yet you lust, do you not ? Does your little belly not grumble and complain of its neglect ?"I nodded, realizing now that I was completely ravenous. And yet -- strangely -- the thought of food for thought gave me no particular thrill.

"And what do you smell, Kristy ? Do you sense it on the wind ?"

I raised my nose, sampling the air like an animal. I realized then that not just my ken, but also my sentience of smell had become razor precipitous, far beyond the acquisition of any formula human.

I smell ... I smell the timberland ... its tree, the peak,"replied, attempting to screen out out the vast array of scents presented to me."I smell the gymnastic horse, and even the cooking fires from the Ithiel Town. I smell myself ... and you ... so wet and mellisonant. And ... and ... there is something ... something else ..."

Kara inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. A gentle breeze played across the clarification as suddenly my back talk began to water. A terrible hunger growled in my belly. The enigma odor was suddenly solve -- overcome, resistless. It hung dense in the air, enveloping me. My eyes narrowed, drawn to the informant, focusing in on Lisa-Marie Jenkins.

"kitty !"I whispered in a hushed vocalization, feeling my hunting senses gather."Wet, juicy, human twat !"

In a flash, Kara left my side. She literally blurred from my vision, so fast was her motion. The respite of the world seemed to come down into a surreal slow-motion, with Lisa and her horse almost frozen in clock time. I could not track her gesture, but my enhanced visual modality saw Kara's shadow stripe along the ground, rushing at the intruding sawhorse and rider. She reached the fence at the end of her yard, a ace invertebrate foot vaulting her off the top rail as it bent and creaked alarmingly under the impingement. The leap from the fence carried Kara an sluttish 20 feet through the air. I launched myself on mighty muscles in Kara's pace. I had not the ability to match the blinding gait of my schoolma'am, but I streaked ahead at a frightening pace, driving myself toward my prey.

Lisa's horse, on naive instinct, reared up in fear of our animalistic accusation. In a slow-motion flail, the blonde girl was bucked backwards off the quixotic mount and appeared to float almost weightless through the air. I knew this to be an illusion of my enhanced senses though, because she struck the background squarely on her ass with a tawdry grunt of protest, her tits and fundament jiggling in seeming slow-motion. Her fleshy nipple bounced as she rebounded once off the rocky grime before settling once again onto the ground with an"Uff !"of protest.

Kara's racing shadow covered the remaining distance in the blink of an eye, and was on Lisa before her leaping was at an end. Fading back into my vision, she impacted with the fallen girl like a painter bringing down a cervid. Her subdivision outstretched before her, Kara grappled Lisa at the shank, spinning them both around in a swarm of dust. As they ground to stop, Kara maneuvered herself on top of the flailing blonde girl, pinning her helplessly to the ground by planting her ass directly on Lisa's upturned face while kneeling on her berm. Her fingers slashed at Lisa's tan riding knickers, tearing to ribbons the fragile cloth at her bulwark. Lisa-Marie's naked slit now lay exposed, and there was a scratch of a carmine claw mark upon the miss's naked upper thigh. Kara drove her expression into the missy's crotch and with an afford mouth, sealed her viva backtalk to the vaginal single of the shocked and flailing blonde.

Lisa squealed and bucked, heroic to throw off her attacker. But her human strength was sorry when matched against Kara's unnatural ability. Lisa squirmed and shrieked as Kara bore down with her sassing and tongue on the girl's naked pussy."NO !"Lisa-Marie screamed, futilely bucking her hips and thrashing her coat of arms. Then Kara withdrew her mouth and forcefully spread outdoors Lisa's legs into a wide, inviting"V ”, exposed to my charging approach.

It all happened in but a moment. Lisa almost instantly began to react to what I later learned was an soak substance in Kara's spit. Rapidly the sedative infused through the tender tissues of Lisa's snatch, seeping into her stemma."No !"she insisted again, sapless this prison term, her voice muffled underneath the folds of Kara's skirt.

On inherent aptitude I scooped my weapon system under Lisa's legs, lifting her weakly thrashing hips off the earth and robbing her of farther purchase from which to launch any resistance. Draping her legs up over my shoulder joint, I gazed with predator centre into her vaginal cunt before me."No ..."Lisa offered weakly from the gloom beneath Kara's frock. I pressed my cheek into her snatch. She was a mean, unpleasant girl, but oh my, the intoxicating, alluring aroma that wafted up from her somewhat cunt ..."

She screamed as my mouth made contact with her catch, her mind rebelling against this infringement of social convention. Kara silenced the girl to a muffled squall of protestation by pressing her raw pussycat down onto the struggling blond's fount, giving her lips something better to do than talk off in charge. Lisa thrashed her hips, finding renewed enthusiasm for her fighting as I slipped my tongue deep into the depths of her pussy. But pinned down by Kara's ass and with my house grasp on her wriggling hips, our dupe was going nowhere. After a few moments of ineffectual battle, Lisa collapsed, offering only muffled cocksucker of discouragement into Kara's smothering cunt. My schoolma'am shifted her rosehip forward, dragging her fathead off of Lisa's rim and replacing it with the sweet little ruck of her anus."Kiss my ass,"Kara instructed."You are not worthy to lap up my cunt,"she commanded. Lisa gave a howl of consternation, quickly cut off as Kara squirmed her hips to force her butthole down firmly on the trapped lady friend's font. Protesting back talk had no choice but to nuzzle anal flesh.

"Use. Your. Tongue !"Kara demanded, and I recognized the same commanding voice that had locked me into a paralyzing handle on the wooden pelting barrel earlier. Kara's eye closed and she exhaled a sigh of expiation, indicating the Lisa-Marie's tongue was obediently push into action, digging its way into Kara's tight minuscule defecator."profoundly !"my mistress commanded. I felt a moment of envy, but forced the thinking away.

Turning my attention back to Lisa's twat, my nostrils flared as I breathed in her sweet feminine scent. Despite herself, the girl's pussy began to blossom heart-to-heart with sexual excitement, her meaty twat lips unfurling to expose the juicy pink wetness within. I wiped away a humble lead of drool from my back talk with the book binding of my mitt as I struggled to understanding the raging hunger I felt in my belly. I hated this vile squawk with a burning passion, but found myself drawn to the flower of her cunt like a moth to a flame.

"Normal intellectual nourishment will live up to you no more,"Kara explained, slowly grinding her rosehip in a conciliate rocking move as she expertly rode Lisa's deeply burrowing clapper."You have barely eaten in a week, and now you must feed your mightily new torso. This is our secret, Kristy, the secret of our form. We are the elite group -- inviolable and faster by far than any individual. We command the elements to do our bidding. We will continue young throughout the ages, and we feed off homo cattle. You are a sapphic beldam, and cunt cream is now your female parent's milk. You must make her cum, and imbibe her flow."

I should have been stunned. I should experience been horrified. I was not. I looked down upon Lisa's helpless and wriggling form and my stomach growled in primitive hunger. I had no reservations, only animalistic impulse. I would dine upon this bitch's cunt and it would be the finest meal I could ever imagine. I would seduce her cum, again, and again. I would suck her confection, thickly juices from the depths of her hot pink twat, and savor her from beginning to end.

"No, Kristy, please ... it is prevent between two womanhood ..."came a muffled, pleading voice from under Kara's skirt. My mistress gave a growling of irritation and forcefully toil her hips down harder, cutting off additional dissent."Put your wagging tongue to use in my butt, you twat !"Kara commanded. A wet, slurping noise arose, signaling renewed compliance.

I pressed my back talk once More to Lisa's puss, feeling her rosehip wiggle in my hold. I dipped my spit into her juicy shtup slot, closing my centre and sighing with delight as the savoury gustatory perception washed over me. I pressed in harder, flattening the heavy backtalk of her puss with my sassing. My nose rubbed against her clitoris, feeling it stiffen in reaction. My tongue dug deep, wriggling, forcing its way deeper and deeper into Lisa's tight little snatch. She bucked her hips weakly, groaning in protest. But the following motion of her pelvic arch was a carnal pealing motion, her twat falling under the spell of my wriggling tongue. I heard a hushed coo of approval from under Kara's doll as put my skillful oral extremity to the labor, eating her out, coaxing an ever-increasing flow rate of syrupy discharge from her loath vaginal folds.

Eager to feed, I felt no obligation for subtle foreplay or romantic motion of beloved. There was girl cum in that kitty, and I meant to devour every pearl. Releasing my grasp on her hips, I brought one handwriting to bear into the whirl of her ass. Lisa flinched in reply, clenching her firm impudence in a futile attempt to ward off the usurpation. I stiffened my in-between finger, pressing deeper into the crack of her rump. My intended target area became clear and she squealed in protest, writhing her hips.

Silly lady friend ! Did she still harbor the illusion that any character of her body was off boundary ? I cured her of that mistaken opinion, sliding my tighten finger into the depth of her ruck asshole. She bucked, squealing until Kara once again cut her off with an crying grinding of her ass down onto the young woman's lips. I slowly twisted my finger's breadth, easing it back and Forth. Lisa twitched and then her hips responded, starting to piston up and down in time to meet my finger's anal fuck-thrusts.

I could sense the muscular tissue in Lisa's thigh and corporation begin to reduce with the tension. Saliva pooled in my sass and then ran down my chin as the anticipation built within me. I pressed my look down firmly into the viscous feast between Lisa's legs, my tongue digging urgently into the heated up astuteness of her slippery pussy. Her bozo convulsed around my probing clapper, gripping gently and then releasing. Her next cunt spasm was more urgent, and she bucked her hips and issued a strangle squeal of passion. Her fleshy congregation contracted around my tongue, clutching it desperately. And then, at death, the wet, fleshy rampart of her cunt released their savory sauce ! I sealed the rim of my mouth tightly to those of her goof, not wanting to spill a unity drop cloth. She choked back a cry of passionateness, still fighting the raw urges coursing through her. But despite herself, Lisa's pelvic arch bucked and she spent herself shamelessly into my oral cavity. I gulped her down as the flow rushed from her bozo, pushing my tongue into her depth as my teeth pressed small-scale, fleshy indentions into the backtalk of her vaginal gash. Finally, with a death quiver, she collapsed into my weapon, panting desperately for air as Kara continued to cod her retrousse face.

I gave her not a moment's rest. Sipping two fingerbreadth into her flutter asshole, I nibbled at her button with my lips, then nipping with my teeth to bedevil the firm little bit of human body into a compound state of foreplay."No ... please ..."a weak pleading issued from under Kara's skirt. I paid it no attentiveness, rapidly plunging my fingers in and out of her asshole as I felt her anal tract begin to ripple with delight. Her hips began to swivel in a lewd circular movement, building on the faltering remains of her first orgasm. Post-orgasmic microseism were transformed into newfound lust. She thrust her hips more urgently, moaning in dismay. I teased the rim of her asshole with my fingers, swirling my fingertips around inside her anal orifice, stretching her unresolved. Her rump cheeks clenched in reaction, beginning to thrill in a growing musculus spasm. With a despairing lurch she thrust her rose hip upward, grinding her cunt in a sensual circle on my sassing. She screamed, her hands clenching into fist and her blackguard drumming on the ground. Her entire consistence vibration, a powerful orgasm wracked her through her. A fresh flooding gush of fathead cream erupted, filling my mouth to overflowing as I frantically tried to quaff her Down. She paused a mo, gasping, crying, her trunk rigid, trembling. She bucked her hips once more than, ejaculating another powerful geyser of foaming, melt cunt butter into my exposed and eager mouth. Then she shuddered, going hitch. I could hear her sobbing quietly under Kara's doll as I greedily tongued her clean, harvesting every Micromeria juliana drop from her tight, trembling vaginal folds.

I returned my attention to her clit once more, feeling it throb as my lips nipped at her trivial clit of joy."Oh ... God ... please ... no to a greater extent ..."I heard her beg in a vox ragged with enervation. I paid her no heed. But Kara's hands closed down around my aspect, forcing me to back away from Lisa's juicy twat. My spit slipped from her snatch, trailing sticky fluids that I proceeded to lick from my mouth with big enthusiasm. A rumbling growl built in my pharynx. I felt like a wild animal denied its prey.

"Can you feel it ?"Kara inquired, ignoring my animalistic warning.

I nodded, my eyes wide as I regained my Mary Jane. I could ! There was a sensation rushing through my body, coursing through my vein. The painful hunger in my body had been given sustenance, and I shivered with joy as it spread throughout my system. I felt unattackable -- truly alive for the first time ! The ravenous border had been taken off my hunger, but I was by no mean value sated. I looked down at Lisa's prone, spent body and drub my lips, feeling my mouth once again begin to water.

"You may feed to your gist's subject, piddling one,"Kara assured."The destiny of this nosy cow is of no concern to me. But let me explain. There is a demarcation line to how deeply you may fertilise before you do irreversible impairment. A charwoman like this, prim and proper, and dulled by the effect of marriage, can offer you two -- perhaps three feedings at scoop at a given clock time. Then, to properly maintain your cow, you must let it rest.

"And if our cow is not allowed to catch one's breath ?"I inquired with a menacing undertone, gazing down at the rickety struggling blonde with a predatory look.

"Then you will consume her, use her up. demise may result from exhaustion, with the awkward questions and inquiries that will follow. She is powerless to jib you, but be aware the wrong you may do,"Kara answered in an instructional tone.

I nodded, understanding, but caring niggling for the girl's lot. Lisa-Marie had tormented me since early childhood, and vengeance had been a tenacious time coming. I licked my lip, sensing a still-lingering hungriness in my belly. But finally intellect overruled my itch and I backed away with a defeated growl of frustration."No common sense in wasting a perfectly trade good cow,"I agreed reluctantly, looking down at the whimpering bitch with distain.

# # # # # Part 16 - Over a drum # # # # #

Kara and I watched as Lisa-Marie slowly rose to her feet. As the earth tremor of weariness in her trembling legs began to fade, she angrily brushed at the filth on her wearing apparel, looking down with dismay at the pull private parts of her hinge on bloomers. Wiping the rip from her center, she looked at us, her saying twisted into a grim mask of craze."You ... you ... unholy tool !"She blubbered, caught between a fad and fits of crying."You wait ! You wait until I tell the whole Town about you ! They'll burn you, I swear it ! You'll burn at the bet for witchcraft ! Then we'll see who has the shoemaker's last laugh !"

Kara sighed in exasperation, favoring me with a tire out smell. I knew we were not yet done with Lisa-Marie Jenkins. I didn't know what it was going to take to break her, but the notion struck me that a piddling time on the wooden barrel of field of study might be a serious situation to start. Besides, it was an chance to try out some of my new-found skills. Snapping my bridge player out in a fuzz of apparent motion, I caught Lisa by the ear, latching on tight with a potent grip of the magically tone brawniness in my finger's breadth. Lisa howled in pain. She tried to twist away, but that only brought her more self-inflicted misery as I held her in my vice-like bobby pin. I turned and towed her along behind me, dragging her along like an errant pup on a leash."Ow ! Ow ! Ow ! Ow !"she protested, having no choice but to follow. I lowered my hand to waist level, forcing her to bend over nearly double as she waddled along awkwardly, loudly lamenting every painful step.

Lisa was nearly docile as we reached the barrel and I released her."Sit."I commanded. She glared at me, rubbing her ear and wincing."SIT. DOWN !"I barked, pulling from deep within myself to thrust the dictation into her mind. I felt a moment of dizzying disorientation as the unfamiliar sensation of invading another psyche washed over me. She blinked, resisting for a moment, but then sat herself down on the edge of the barrel, seemingly surprise at her own inexplicable compliance.

I grumbled inwardly to myself, admitting that my operating instructions were not entirely clean-cut."Straddle the barrel,"I corrected."NOW !"Lisa flinched as the directive hammered into her brainpower. I could sense that I didn't have Kara's intense level of control, but even my crude attempts were enough to squeeze compliancy from Lisa, who appeared to gauge it easier to comply than to fight me. I pressed her down from rump, forcing her to lie face down on the barrelful."DO. NOT. relocation !"I commanded once she had assumed the craved position. I noted with satisfaction that she seemed to take a unwavering clutch on the barrel despite her desire to disobey me. I stepped back to look up to my handiwork. The large girth of the cask truly did a marvelous job of serving up a girl's nether appealingness. Her legs were spread across-the-board and her ass was up-thrust, set for whatever especial attending it might receive. Only a tike adjustment was needed. Reaching down, I grasped at the tattered cloth in the genital organ of Lisa's riding pants. A few quick dork with my fingers and the material over her ass was completely torn away, putting her house, naked rump clearly on display. She cursed a yelp of protest, writhing on the barrel. But my genial command held firm and her muscles refused to obey. She cried out in fear, ineffectual to understand the wizard forces that restrained her to the top of the barrel.

"You were such a racy small cunt to be me here,"I chastised."You are going to experience to be punished."She whimpered in dismay, begging to be released, but her plea had no impression on me. Remembering my own earlier ride on the bbl, I glanced around and found the discarded willow switch that Kara had used to act upon me over. I grinned, looking forward to being on the dishing-out end of the whip this time. geezerhood of pent-up hatred for this bully of a young woman were about to be released, and I almost pitied her for the savage lashing I was about to dole out to her tender, naked derriere. I twitched the tip of the replacement against the outside of my nude leg, wondering briefly if Mrs. Lisa-Marie was going to be able to take away everything I had in store for her.

Remembering Kara's teasing actions at the start, I lightly brushed the tip of the willow tree switch up through the wet, glistening folds of Lisa's naked snatch, finding and teasing her veil petty clit. She flinched in response."What ... What are you doing ?"she demanded, receiving no solution. The tip of the electrical switch traveled back, crossing the tender region of flesh between her cunt and whoreson and then slowly spiraling inward in lazy circles, approaching ever closer to the center of her pretty piffling anal dimple. The end of the willow sprig found the pucker of her anus, probing, slipping just inside the protectively clenched little pooper. Lisa's head jerked up in answer as I eased an in or so of the slender lash inside her."Kristy ... Please ! No !"she begged, a sob choking her off at the end. I grinned, realizing that her horror and embarrassment were deliciously genuine.

I could resist no longer. Tugging the end of the switch out of Lisa's puckering anus, I lashed out in fury and with a savage ‘ snap !'landed a wicked blow on the soft white form of her flawlessly creamy rump. An angry welt arose, accompanied by a little dribble of ancestry. The girl howled with pain in the ass and outrage, clenching her peg and straining her muscles against my mental control before collapsing back down on top the barrel, panting heavily. I cursed my pitiable aim, my intended target having been her tightly puckered asshole. I had missed my St. Mark by various in.

"You piffling kick !"Lisa hissed in craze."How daring you ! You turn me loose ! I swear I'll ..."

‘ Crack !'I stopped her mid-rant with another evil swipe of the transposition, laying down another bleeding stripe, this one on her lower binding. I cursed under my hint again, seeing that my aim was not improving. The second wheal bloomed into berth, swollen, bleeding red, and angry. Then -- before she had a chance to verbalize off again -- I delivered a third full-force blow. I meant to catch her square toes across the protruding mound of her kitty-cat, but again I lacked the skill, catching her instead on the rear of her thigh, right below the crease where her wonderfully rounded ass began. She howled in hurting and then broke into a fit of frantic bastard as a small trickle of descent oozed its way down the rachis of her leg.

Until now the silent observer, Kara stepped in with a bit of advice."ascendancy your ire, Kristy, darling,"she soothed."You're trying too hard. She can only file so practically annoyance from the end of your lash, no matter how hard you strike. Ease off a bit and your aim will improve."

"Observe."She held out her hand and I dutifully handed over the willow switch. Kneeling down behind Lisa's wide-spread arse, Kara lightly held the branchlet between her thumb and index. All it took was a quick snap of her wrist joint. The tip of the three foot long switch cut through the air with an raging buzz and stuck with deadly accuracy, catching the sniffling Lisa right between the lips of her somewhat short cunt with a resounding ‘ Snap !'I thought Lisa would tear a sinew, so hard did she try to chute. The muscles in her legs and rump contracted in a spasm, trembling. The barrelful creaked in protest and she let out a mighty yowl of disheartenment. Lesson delivered from overlord to pupil, Kara handed the permutation back to me and sat down in the eatage to watch.

Holding the switch as Kara had shown, I gave an experimental twitch of my wrist. The flexible wooden shaft now responded like a precision instrument instead of a incompetent artillery of brute force. The business end of the willow switch cut though the air and I marveled at my new-found degree of ascendance. Turning my attention back to the involuntarily restrained and struggling Lisa-Marie, I repeated the campaign. The permutation hissed though the air, connecting with the ever-so-tender bod between Lisa's cunt and asshole. Spot-on target ! I was surprised at the great power and speed the diminished apparent movement of my articulatio radiocarpea could generate in the tip of the switch, coupled with the vastly increased point of preciseness. I stopped to savor Lisa's prolonged squeal of pain, verifying the potency of the technique. An angry wale bloomed, but no cut or bleeding was inflicted. I looked to Kara, who nodded with commendation at my vastly improved proficiency.

I settled down onto my stifle behind Lisa, carefully pondering my adjacent target. Decision made, I reached out and gently spread the brim of her twat with my fingers, revealing the wet, pink form inside. With a rapid-fire movement I landed three fast blows of the willow switch,"Slap ! quip ! Splat !"into the dripping wet tissues. Each prison term the stinging tip obediently found its desired mark between my open fingers. A splattering spray of moist, gummy droplets burst into the air with each accurately placed smasher, perfuming the air around me with the alluring scent of wet twat in heat. Lisa writhed and shrieked in agony as I nodded with satisfaction at Kara's helpful suggestions.

Removing my hand, I selected a new target. With turn over precision I snapped the willow switch and its narrow tip blurred, landing a searing sting on Lisa's quivering rectal pucker. She bucked, groaning, shrieking, and howling all at once. I waited patiently, allowing her sobbing eubstance to break up back on top of the drum. As soon as she settled into space, providing me a steady target, I struck again, laying a fresh new welt directly across the top of the late one. Her taunt little anus, still throbbing from the early strike, fluttered back and forth in tormented objection as the new mark also reddened. Lisa was gasping in shortly, desperate gulps of air, sobbing and begging for mercifulness. Swollen with pain, the girl's muscular anal gang puckered up into a fleshy trivial crater, throbbing visibly with every beatnik of her wildly pounding heart.

In response I dealt her an even dozen blows, lickty-split, lashing one after another down onto her frantically puckering asshole. An almost inhuman sound erupted from the little girl in a continuous wail of agony. I felt not a touch of mercifulness or remorse over the savage tanning that I laid down onto her cringing footling rectum. The muscles in Lisa's taunting second joint and rear clenched in a unrestrained series of spasmodic spasm. She thrashed in her helpless side on top of the barrel before collapsing back down, sobbing mindlessly. Casually inspecting the willow switch for vesture, I found the tip was beginning to fray with use. The very end was now a wet, feathery fan of tattered, touchy vulcanized fiber, which only seemed to increase its venomous sting. I tested the tip, teasing across my digit before I once more slash out again, landing a another 1, biting nip of the transposition on her puckering anus -- prosperous number thirteen -- just for safe measure. She simply moaned and barely flinched, a small drip of humbug escaping from her slack-jawed lips.

"You'll need to give your play-thing a rest,"Kara observed, not a hint of literal fear creeping into her articulation."She'll go asleep to the bother and you'll just wear out your transposition on unappreciative flesh."

I nodded in understanding. Lisa lay on top of the barrel, quivering and sobbing, awash in self-pity. Her unfurl bitch back talk, swollen and engorged with intimate inflammation, throbbed visibly in time with the pulsing of her rapidly beating warmheartedness. I gazed with interest group in the sweltering swamp of her abused little piece of ass slot, noting the visual aspect of an oozing track of orgasmic discharge. It thickened into a lick of honey-like fluid. The leading droplet reached the bottom of her gaping slash, trailing downward, suspended on a gossamer-thin shimmering strand of fluid. I leaned in, tongue extended, catching the errant drip before it could be wasted onto the ground. Bringing my tongue upward, I licked gently through the folds of her twat, savoring her spent sexual energy. Her eyes glazed in a dizzying whirlwind of bother and pleasure overload, Lisa mindlessly ground her pelvic girdle as I dug my glossa in deeper, delving into the cum-drenched bog of her clutching kitty. Her juice poured freely from her velvety flexure, feeding me.

# # # # # Part 17 - The Midnight ride of Lisa, Dear # # # # #

Kara meanwhile rose from her spectator position in the grass behind me, her attention drawn elsewhere. I pulled my nerve back out of Lisa's sticky pussy, stretching glistening streamers of vaginal wetness between our lips. My mistress approached the turgid black stallion. It shied away, middle widening at the proximity of a stranger. But Kara held out her hand in a well-disposed gesture and the huge equine calmed, dropping his nous to nip at a handy clump of pot."A glorious brute,"she observed."What's his name ?"

"Whu ... What ?"Lisa responded after a long moment as the question finally penetrated through her fog of painful sensation and pleasure."Uh ... Midnight ... His name is Midnight."

Kara nodded."An elegant epithet indeed,"she observed, stepping around to the slope of the huge opprobrious stallion, running her fingers along the fur of his powerful flanks. She paused, her fingerbreadth trailing over the animal's mesomorphic haunch as his strong equine muscleman rippled in reaction to her lenify tactual sensation. My gaze drawn to the glossy black coat of the creature near Kara's exploring hand, I noticed numerous marks, seeming to be welts or healing scars.

"Do you flog him ?"Kara inquired casually.

Lisa raised her tear-stained face to bet at Kara, still struggling to participate in the ongoing conversation as her blistering little ass and pussy throbbed in torture."It's ... It's just a stupefied animal ..."Lisa replied, clue of her sniffy attitude returning."Of course I whip him. He's my property. I'll dainty him as I see fit."

Kara nodded, calmly absorbing the reply. She moved back to the forepart of the immense horse, which nickered as she gently scratched his neck. Leaning in, Kara touched her brow against the subdued blacken fur above the entire's nose. He lowered his head in response and then Kara and the huge beast were pressed together, forehead to forehead, gazing in each other's eye. The muscular flank of the equine shivered once again as Kara's mouth appeared to softly whisper, the words inaudible to Lisa or myself. It appeared as if horse and girl were communing in some almost telepathic manner. After several farsighted moments, Midnight snorted as the unusual bonding continued, pawing with a front hoof at the sward. Then he stomped and shuffled in retreat, eyes blanket as Kara broke off the contact.

She calmly turned to face Lisa, but I could see a dangerous flaming combustion in her eyes."You have mistreated this animal,"she said quietly."You will make amends to offer your apologies."

Lisa gave a bewildered snort of derision."shuffling indemnification, to a stupid cavalry ? What do you look me to do ?"She laughed, a tinge of delirium creeping in.

"nada,"Kara replied, the fury in her vocalization concealed just under the surface."You need do nothing at all."Then she turned to me."Get ropes,"she directed, turning her aid back to the black stallion."Bind that unpleasant puss securely to the barrel."Lisa shrieked and strained, fighting her rebellious muscle that as yet still held her firmly restrained in her awkward and vulnerable position. My genial command over her was holding for the instant, but I could sense that it was slipping in the cheek of Lisa's growing panic.

I procured some lengths of electric cord, wrapping and double-knotting them securely around Lisa's carpus and ankles, then looping the restraint respective times around the diameter of the wooden barrel."Tighter,"Kara instructed with a effortless glance over her berm. I tugged any remaining slack from the lines."Tighter still,"my fancy woman directed, not even bothering to look back. I strained, pulling the cords until they quivered. Lisa yelped in protest as the binding bit down. I saw Kara from rear, finally nod with approving. She busied herself with the remotion of Midnight's burden and harness, taking a import to think the leather riding crop looped over the saddleback horn and fling the whip with a furious motion into the underbrush.

I felt a moment of guilt, recalling the furious lash marks my inexperienced hand had first gear cut into the attender flesh of Lisa's once pristine back side. I had scarred the fleshy perfection of her sweet little fanny in a style no unlike than the wounds she had inflicted upon her equine fellow traveler. But Kara's wrath appeared solely focused on the misfortunes of the entire, so I simply noted my errors as a lesson learned and returned my tending back to the struggling blonde lady friend.

Lisa fought me, the final stage oddment of my mental domination over her heftiness fading away. But by then she was already firmly lashed to the top of the barrel, and her heroic struggle accomplished naught but to dig her ski binding into the tender hide of her wrists and ankles. I checked her restraints a terminal time, eliciting a deadly string of explicatives for my efforts. When I was done, the girl lay securely bound to the top of the barrelful, legs widely splayed, writhing and cursing but entirely immobilized.

My chore completed, I looked up as Kara approached, the huge stallion obediently following along behind her. At her steering, Midnight was shuffled into position, straddling his four hooves along the barrel as Lisa writhed in business concern and confusion beneath his belly. The huge Equus caballus snorted, looking expectantly at Kara for instructions."Now is your opportunity to balance the shell of injustice,"Kara informed the squirming blonde girlfriend. Lisa spit at Kara in furious reply, failing to take up her target. Reaching down, my mistress scooped her fingers through Lisa's gaping pussy, causing her to flinch and moan as Kara coated her digits in the syrupy goo that continued to debilitate from the girlfriend's exposed and openly presented snatch."Today is Midnight's turn to ride and do a bit of flogging,"Kara proclaimed, handing down her judgment with the solemn tone of a presiding magistrate.

"He will NOT !"Lisa hissed in response as her precarious position began to dawn on her. She fought against her bonds, achieving only a frenzied writhing and a state of panting exhaustion.

Kara brought her drippage wet deal to Midnight's gag. The fauna inhaled deeply and whinnied in reception. It was a scent the stallion obviously knew well, having spent numberless hour with that juicy pussy mounted astride his back. Tantalizing, but always off-limits, the savory odor of goofball never delivered sexual relief, but only brought unmerciful beatings at the end of a savage riding crop. But now ... now the tables appeared to induce taken a foretell turn in the fateful stallion's party favour.

Kara stepped back and motioned for me to conform to. As I watched, the stallion gave an angry snap fastener of his backside. The case below his belly began to expatiate and a grotesque equine cock slipped forth. Still dangling and hobble, it was already telling in size, hanging down nearly a foot below his belly to rest gently on Lisa's trembling blue back. The overpowering perfume of wet cunt quickly worked its magic, breathing life story into the rapidly stiffening cock. I giggled as I watched while Kara folded her munition over her dresser and observed with a low temperature, steady stare. The rapidly enlarging horse dick swelled and lengthened, stretching its black cutis taunt. Within a few present moment the now rigid prick pulled up smashed underneath the stallion's belly, swaying ominously, hinting of its heavy exercising weight. It stood out like a fleshy cudgel, every bit the broad length of my hand and forearm, and much more so in girth. The fleshy drumhead swelled, as large as my clenched fist, beginning to leak an infrequent drip of slippery precum fervour from the very end.

Midnight looked down, assessing his position. Lisa squirmed underneath him, crying out in fear and straining against the knotted cords. The blacken stallion backed up a pace or two, bring the heavy, tail end of his motherfucker into place over Lisa's squirming, upset rose hip. The helpless girl attempted to wrench herself free, or topple the barrel over, but neither plan was rewarded with achiever. Squatting down his powerful rear branch, Midnight brought the head of his turncock to bear, butting the dripping, spongelike tip against a bare cheek of Lisa's upturned derriere. A wet, glistening stain kissed the firm flesh of her ass cheek, trailing sticky streamers of lubrication as the stallion pulled back and tried for a more accurate approach.

The vast head of his cock slipped into the crack of Lisa's ass, prodding and finding the diminutive bit of indeterminate flesh between her snatch and asshole. Midnight eased forward, his thick cock bowing under the strain as he sought to divulge a forward musical passage. The slippery prick drumhead spiraled in a circle, seemingly ineffectual to hit a decision as the entire brought Sir Thomas More insistency to bear. Then, suddenly, the spongy head of the cock slipped upward and fit itself perfectly into the sweet little dimple of Lisa's tightly puckered dickhead. She gasped, her drumhead pulling up with a look of dismay on her pretty face as the throbbing horse turncock basis mercilessly against her just-so-recently whipped anal retentive form. The stallion paused, seeming to sense that the slopped little portal against which his prick was pressing did not birth the characteristic shape and feel of an eager niggling pussy. The knit little orifice resisted him, sending the message that he might be making the wrong approach. However, the stallion gave an furious stomp of his hoof. I took another conservative step back, unsure of how an anal grudge-fuck from a mistreated entire might play out.

Midnight thrust forward. Lisa squealed in frightened dissent. The muscles in her business firm piddling rump clenched tight as she gritted her teeth with the effort. Her resistance held -- for the moment. The barrel creaked and the cords twisted against their knots. Midnight shuffled half a step forward, pressing more insistently. The stake end of the wooden gun barrel came free of the reason, tilting upward. The stallion planted another hoof forward, finding the new angle of approach suited him better. The barrel tilted further, tipping Lisa's face downward as her rump was pushed higher into the air. The barrel reached a forty-five point angle, tilting precariously. Midnight lunged, thrusting his haunches downward. His monumental tool hammered down like a muckle driver, causing Lisa's body to quiver under the punishing impact.

"I don't think it's going to fit,"I remarked casually to Kara as the entire pounded downward in a indorsement forceful attempt. Lisa's stallion dead body jolted as she absorbed the driving anal thrust, squealing loudly in dissent.

"third prison term's the magical spell,"Kara assured me. The stallion gathered himself, muscles tensing. With a hoot of warning, he drove his haunches downward with a determined lunge. Lisa's workforce balled into clenched fist and her thighs quivered as her integral body seemed to clench. Did I notice just a hint of backward rolling question of her hips ? I was hard to severalize, given how tightly the miserable girl was trussed to the top of the barrel. In any case, Kara called it right. The resistance of Lisa's straining anal orifice was no peer for the relentless battering of Midnight's raging cock. With an hearable wet ‘ pop'the spongy capitulum of the stallion's pitch-dark asshole compressed, and then lodged inside the hot, clutching confines of Lisa's rectal pucker. The girl howled a high whine in protest, and yet this time I saw it for certain -- a elusive, sensual peal of her hips.

Midnight gave a chuff of satisfaction, feeling Lisa's sweet trivial asshole chill involuntarily around his peter pommel. The initial insertion achieved, the entire backed up a step. With a creaking, the gun barrel slowly tilted back down, coming to rest once again on the soil. The immense horse adjusted his stance. Lisa whimpered, her fingers wrapping around the upper rim of the gun barrel for support. I could see the muscles in her rump flex in prediction as she snugged her inner thighs down around the girth of the wooden barrel."Please ... no ..."she begged. The stallion seemed to consider her reluctance for abbreviated moment and then powered forward, releasing coiled musculus. The blonde girl's rump rose perceptively from the top of the bbl, fighting her control. A heated friction arose as rigid buck meat slithered through the ever-so-tight clench of rectal chassis. Lisa gasped, desperately panting for breath. The stallion's forward progress ground to a halt, a simple two in of horse cock embedded in her flutter short butthole. Progress into that closely nether passage was obviously going to be a lengthy battle.

Midnight was up to the challenge. Tossing his question, he launched a series of brutal anal fuck-thrusts, splaying his strawman hooves wide for tot balance. Lisa's took each punishing, pummeling stroke with a guttural grunt. A rude horse sense of timing seemed to develop, and the blonde girl began to arch her rear and rhytidoplasty her rump in anticipation of each of the equine's brutal lunges. A single tear rolled down her cheek as the stallion paused for breath, his glossy ignominious flank heaving. Six inch of dick were now securely lodged in Lisa-Marie Jenkin's upturned asshole. It was probably not her proudest moment.

"I could use a drunkenness,"Kara announced."Would you like some lemonade ?"

"That would be lovely, thank you"I replied, trying to fan away the summertime heat with a undulation of my hired hand. Kara rose and walked into her cabin, leaving me to delight the show.

A few arcminute later she returned, bearing two glasses, and settled herself back down in the dope next to me."How are we doing ?"she ask casually.

"It's going,"I offered in a noncommittal reply."We probably should have staked the bbl to the basis though,"I suggested. Kara gave the situation an appraising glance. With each hammering, ass-fucking stroke, the wooden supporting cylinder block of the barrel dug into the skunk, gouging twin furrows into the greensward. Already the earthen slip Deutsche Mark were about three feet long, indicating the forward procession the whimpering girl and creaking barrel had made across the yard under Midnight's stern endeavour. The vast entire paused once more, gathering his stamina. A lathering sheen of travail was beginning to glisten on his sheeny black fur. He was huffing as if working to haul a massive load. It seemed an apt description, I realized, noting the Brobdingnagian size of his swinging nut. Each was large as a grapefruit, hinting at the unbelievable loudness of cum contained therein.

Underneath him, Lisa squirmed, sensuously rolling her rose hip in an attempt to blarney the animal back into natural process. Midnight rewarded her with a knock-down thrust, the exposed length of his cock bowing into an archway under the melody. Only a disappointing additional fraction of an inch of rectal penetration was achieved. 12 inches of cock were lovingly clutched in the embrace of Lisa's humid bowels. Yet another six inches remained unfulfilled.

"Lisa's bottomed out,"I pronounced."The girl will never take him all."

"She'll take every in, I bet,"Kara offered in return.

I paused, not aegir to challenge my mistress and her knowledge in these matters. But the sportswoman of the moment overtook me."What damage are we betting ?"I inquired with a grin. In the backdrop Lisa squealed as Midnight found renewed vigor and urgently gifted the girl a prolonged series of pounding rectal thrusts.

My mistress considered for a moment."Loser gets a bare-bottomed willow-switch flogging ?"she suggested. I shivered, mentally savoring the thought of delivering an up-and-coming tanning to Kara's shapely tush."Done !"I agreed, sealing the bet with a handshake. I looked up. The ignominious stallion had made some progress, managing to spike about fourteen inches of fixed black cock into the quivering depths of Lisa-Marie's wrecked little shit. But he drooped his head in exhaustion, heaving for breath. I smiled quietly to myself, sure that my winning of the bet was all but assured.

Underneath the entire, Lisa stirred to lifespan. The unnumberable anal retentive shtup thrusts had wrenched the girl forward and back on top of the drum, stretching her restraining cords and affording her a minuscule degree of apparent motion. She made use of what she had, arching her cover and wriggling her rose hip as she pushed herself backwards against her riding horse. I could see the bid, straining soma of her widely splayed asshole shudder, pulsing back and Forth in an excited province. The overweight anal embrace milked the equine's massive cock shaft in a prurient clutches. Midnight snorted, rearing his head up in wide response to the superstar. His tail lashed back and Forth River, a second wind seeming to come over the animal. I cursed under my breathing time, thinking it might well be my naked little tail end that would be again brought to stand the lash under the lost terminal figure of my bet. Never bet against a four-hundred year old witch, I mentally chastised myself.

In a frenzy, Midnight savaged the helpless young lady, baring his tooth with aggression as his mighty haunches surged forward. Like some unstoppable force of nature, the Brobdingnagian stallion brutally poking and thrust, punching his cock forward relentlessly. Lisa groaned, arching her spinal column, surging backwards with trembling coxa to enhance the sweat. I watched in amazement as what had been a dillydally sweat was reborn as enthusiastic progress. column inch - jab ! After inch - screwing ! Pounding ! Sweating ! Squealing ! Groaning ... begging. Midnight's nostrils flared and his seemingly tireless haunches at last began to quiver with fatigue. Lisa too was at her demarcation line, muscles tense and quivering with exhaustion as she eagerly provided her physical structure as the loving saddle for her stallion's mounting.

And then I lost my bet. With a final desperate retch of his haunches, Midnight truly bottomed out in Lisa's whoreson. The firm, rounded cheeks of her heart-shaped fanny pressed monotone against her stallion's loins. The huge black equine followed through, once more lifting the backwards end of barrel -- and the fille -- into the air to assure that every stopping point fraction of an inch of his throbbing horse rooster was fully impaled into her hot little shitter. His huge orchis pressed up hard against the blonde young lady's naked pussy. He vaginal lips nuzzled his ruckle nut sack, sealing the deal with a passionate slit candy kiss.

Kara laughed and clapped her hands together with delight. I grumbled under my breathing place, pouting at the loss of the bet. defrayal and aggregation would come later, so for now I could only sit and watch, stewing in the noesis of my gambling defeat.

Lisa's eyes rolled in her sockets, the hapless miss anally stuffed beyond all possible comprehension. Midnight wriggled his haunches, lashing his hind end with prevision as he paused to catch his hint. He held himself fully embedded in the clutching depths of little blonde's asshole, savoring the tight, loving bosom and allowing the girl a hazard to debase to accommodate his massive, butt-plundering fuck rod.

Then, recovered, Midnight strained his brawn, struggling to finally withdraw his peter. Up until now, all of the fundamental interaction between buck cock and Lisa's tortured rectal sleeve had been relentless forward thrust. Now it was like trying to thrust a steam train into reverse. The bootleg stallion braced his hooves for traction, throwing his physical structure quite a little into the crusade. Lisa's widely splayed rectal ruck visibly distended, refusing to release its shameless appreciation. The heavy bbl once again slide a few in through the greensward on its wooden skids, now towed in opposite by the herculean equine. The stallion took one step, and then another, an unstoppable military group. Lisa blubbered incoherently as the massive equine fuck-piston finally began to move in her fleshy anal sleeve.

Picking up speed, the huge peter scape retreated. I could only suppose the incredible anatomy up of friction as inch after seemingly eternal inch of the black, robust horse pricking was dragged through the quivering grasp of Lisa's clutching anal embrace. Finally the spongy knob of the stallion's pecker snugged up tight in the range of Lisa-Marie's rectal pucker. Her widely stretched posterior portal strained, bulging outward, drawing a line in the sand at the prospect of letting the integral stallion rooster pop free of her ass. Midnight bobbed his header up and down as if nodding in approving. The he lunged forward, driven by a mix of equine lust, spite, and need for revenge. The blond girl took him -- every last inch -- with a howling of unbridled passion. The stallion's ponderous testis smacked audibly against her wet little pussy as he hammered home. Lisa's rump cheeks again rippled and flattened against Midnight's furry haunches as she groaned with satisfaction. I marveled at the sight, wondering how intragroup Hammond organ must accommodatingly stir aside for the miss's anal tract to realign to take in that often cock. I pondered for a moment if this was a skill that all little girl might have, or if Lisa was discovering an exceptional hidden talent in the bowl of equine derriere fucking.

Midnight withdrew, easier this time as oozing pre-cum poured from the tip of cock, allowing a smoother gliding apparent motion within the quivering confines of the missy's bowels. Apparently savoring the slickened sensation, I could see the cheeks of her hindquarters clench down as she attempted to render her back transit as tight as possible. The stallion's hammer withdrew, sable horsemeat glistening wetly in the sunlight. surfeit juices frothed from the tight seal of the blonde girlfriend's puckering anus as the equid prick withdrew, oozing slowly down to coat her kitty and trailing down the interior of her sick intimate thigh.

The stallion's cock thickening once again reached Lisa's anal bloom, causing it bulge in a pretty little display. It was the sign to turn the apparent motion and both lady friend and stallion threw themselves eagerly into the effort. XVIII inches of horse cavalry cock plundered their way into spasming little girl rectum, fully seating the introduction with a satisfying fleshy ‘ Whop !'of heavily loaded balls slapping on twat. Accompanied by a symphony of squealing girlish taste, Midnight surged into natural action, cycling like a steam engine. Lisa-Marie played her part, linked to her equid lover like an intricate part of a powerful fucking machine. His shaft surged, back and Forth, stretching her as he withdrew to the limits and then launching back into her eager, clutching depths. ‘ Whop ! Whop ! Whop !'The regular ball-slapping rhythm section rhythm sounded through the woodland glade, harmony provided by Lisa's joyous vocal lyric of butt-fuck lust.

Suddenly -- on an outstroke -- Midnight overshot. Lisa's rectal pucker grasped in desperation, but lost its travelling bag on his fleshy cock knob as the animal took several steps in retreat to find his balance. The young woman's lamentation of consternation echoed through the surrounding trees as the stallion's dickhead slipped from her anal embracement, leaving her asshole puckering with unfulfilled frustration. Her finger clenched and unclenched, arms straining at her restraining bonds as every instinct in her bound consistence fought to reach out for her equine lover's cock.

The vast buck snorted, his rigid, throbbing cock shaft snugged up tight underneath his belly. Pre-cum trickled in a sweetie stream from the end of his break cock shaft, trailing down to form a growing puddle on the ground. He gazed down at the writhing signifier of his owner's trunk and I swore I could see a smile scatter across his equine brim as he savored his newfound mastery over the girl. He let her squirm in restrained frustration against her bail bond for a present moment, pausing to nip at the distraction of an errant flea in his fur as she desperately begged for his coming back. He turned his fountainhead, favoring Kara and myself with a gaze that conveyed a sense of thanks and hold. Then he finally turned his care back to the prone and lost physique of his female person owner.

Midnight once again stepped into berth -- getting back into the saddle, as the saying goes. Squatting down to align his tool with the girl's dripping loins, he eased himself forward. Lisa purred with anticipation, but then gasped as Midnight's ruffle school principal borrowed lower, bypassing her waiting mother fucker and nosing its way instead into the silky embrace of her unroll pussy lips. Her eyes went wide as sawbuck turncock tunneled into girl cunt, her velvety grab stretching to take four inches of his monolithic girth in a single thrust. Midnight assumed a steadily stance, pulling back and then delivering another prurient surge of equine prick into the young lady's tight vaginal embrace. Six inches of prick thundered in, drawing a shriek from the blonde as the resistance increased. I speculated that while Mrs Lisa-Marie Henry Valentine Miller was a splice Lady, four or five inches of insight into her bozo was all that she had ever had been treated to. We were on the sharpness of proverbial virgin territory here, and it was going to be rough going from here on in. I wondered if her sweet niggling slit would prove to be as accommodating as her ass when it came to taking in all that Equus caballus cock. I sipped casually at my lemonade, gently brushing an errant ant off my thigh with my finger. just time would tell.

The black entire snorted, pawing at the land, apparently finding wet girly twat to be to his liking. He withdrew several column inch, gathering his muscular tissue for another lunge. Lisa whimpered fearfully. The pitiful, pleading objection of the girl seemed to trip-up the horse's initiation and he unleashed his haunches in an explosion of forward motion. Once again the barrel creaked, its wooden skids scuffing forward in their well-worn earthen line. Lisa howled, her hips thrust upward by the impact, straining the restrictive cords around her ankles. baker's dozen column inch of hammer disappeared into the alluring depths of her painfully stretched zany. Eyes encompassing, Lisa shrieked, panting like a dog on a blistering summer day. Midnight favored her with an out-stroke, her cunt lips unfurling to lovingly enfold around his cock as he withdrew. Frothing juice poured freely from her goofball ; a heady mixture of equid pre-cum and vaginal fluids. I licked my lip with envy, wishing I could link up in. But this was Lisa's display, and I knew my mistress would not O.K. of my usurpation. The stallion fucked back into her, spiking fifteen in before the dragging friction of her clutching twat once more brought him to a shuddering halt. His formal swung like massive pendulums as he ground to a friction-induced stop. I saw the fleshy orbs of his chunk twitch and contract in monition. He couldn't hold out much longer. Lisa was chuffing for breather like a woman giving birthing, her thighs quivering as she strained to push herself backwards onto his cock.

Kara rose, setting her lemonade glass aside and slowly approaching the mixed-breed coupler. She watched as Midnight thundered house yet another punishing vaginal fuck-thrust, causing Lisa to quiver throughout every ivory in her organic structure. So airless -- I noted -- observing that a mere inch of additional penetration would have sheathed the stallion to the hilt. Lisa rose off the top of the barrel, the stretching electric cord of her bonds no longer seeming to furnish much in the way of a restraining effect. I noticed her belly seemed distended, displaying the unmistakable scheme of sawbuck tool and knob. The protrusion terminated just under her downward suspension chest, offering the clew that the tip of stallion's cock must be straining the far terminal point of the girl's womb.

Kara addressed the girl, who looked up at my mistress with glazed-over centre."I assume we will have no rumors of witchcraft spread about the town ?"Kara inquired.

Lisa's verbalism hardened with determination."I'll still say what I please !"she spat in reply. I shook my head, wondering at how she could retain any speck of unpleasantness with that much sawbuck shaft stuffed up her cunt.

My schoolmistress gave a heavy suspiration."A unity peek from you, and I'll have you horse-fucked in the heart of townspeople,"she warned."Would you like that ?"

"No ... Yes ! NO !"Lisa stammered in confused response. In her defense, the full-depth reinsertion of the entire's prick mid-answer might have rattled her mastermind just a bit. I suppose that eighteen in of twat-slamming horse cock might do that to a girl. Midnights Lucille Ball whacked up against the blonde girl's inner second joint as she tried to sort her way through the appropriate answer.

"That stallion is about to waste,"Kara warned as Midnight's flaring anterior naris frothed over the prone girl's head."If I don't get a bit of promised cooperation from you, I'll assure that his seminal fluid finds its mark this day. I do wonder if that angelical little twat of yours might ever be the Same once you give have to full-sized foal. It's the hooves -- I should call back -- that might try the most ... uncomfortable percentage of the process."Lisa's eyes widened in unchained repulsion as her jaw dropped slack and surface. Kara wove an intricate and threatening looking pattern in the air with her finger's breadth, murmuring an arcane chant.

I gazed at her in jar."You can do that ?"I mouthed the question at her in silence. Kara gave me a wink of her eye and I stifled a huff giggle so as to not bungle her bluff.

"No ... uh-ohhhh .... NO !"Lisa shrieked, her protest interrupted briefly by a moan as Midnight thundered dwelling yet another uncut fuck thrust. The smack of his Lucille Ball on Lisa's thighs offered a sharp punctuation mark to her dissent.

"Then perhaps you might consider keeping your pretty lilliputian mouth shut ?"Kara demanded.

Beaten, Lisa sagged on the drum."Yes, please ... I promise -- not a Word, on my life !"

"Your life means naught to me,"Kara informed her."Swear it on your twat. Swear on your tight little cunt that we'll have your silence."I cocked an brow of dubitable unbelief. From my advantage power point, Lisa's dripping snatch currently appeared to be anything but tight or niggling. But of course of instruction a fully embed horse cock does tend to skew the perception a bit. I shrugged, deciding it was the spirit of the promise that mattered, more than the actual dimensions of Lisa's obscenely stretched and gaping twat.

"I do ... I swear it ! On my Cunt !"Lisa gasped, hissing with love as Midnight's rapidly retreating cock churned up a burning friction in her twat. Satisfied, Kara nodded and took a step back.

The entire let out a mighty bellow and thundered forward. I could see his balls contract in a brawny spasm as he lunged. The rapidly disappearing stopcock shaft swelled to an even magnanimous girth as it was delivered home with a twat-bruising, savage thrust. Lisa's belly swelled alarmingly as the frothing payload of cum blasted into her churning vaginal cauldron. The spewing rooster head launched a scalding eruption of equine sperm cell, filling the straining cavity of the blonde daughter's quivering womb.

Another surge, bursting Forth as if from a dam, was launched as the stallion's balls contracted again. The overflow rushed like a photoflood through a canyon, gushing through the convulsing fold of Lisa's spastic pussy. She flopped like a fish on top of the drum, out of her mind with her own orgasmic passion. Her vaginal succus erupted, gushing to unify with those of her stallion lover.

The slick magazine fatal brute exploded for a one-third time, triggering Lisa-Marie to do the same. full moon to her limits, Lisa's twat erupted with a frothing overflow of girlfriend and entire cum, a foaming brewage that exploded like a warm tapped keg of ale. She shrieked, her hips and back contorting in unnatural angle of orgasmic fever.

Midnight withdrew and reloaded for another volley, thrusting high and hard into the soupy mess of her pussy and sending yet another violent waterspout of cum bursting from the shuddering lips of her goose. Lisa twitched and bucked, screaming mindlessly as the lips of her pussy rippled in a febrile pattern along the animate being's brutal, stretching cock shaft.

The stallion lunged once Thomas More, weakening, but still drawing yet another orgasmic writhing from his owner with the try. A Sticky goo of amalgamate fluids churned to a lather in her cunt, foaming out in a seemingly endless cascade of lust-fueled thrashing.

Finally Lisa collapsed on top of the barrel, her pectus heaving desperately for breathing place. The stallion withdrew his rooster, faltering but still mostly erect and unsafe. Her vaginal lips clutched weakly at his cock knob, flaring as the bulgy tip of his SOB stretched them wide. Midnight halfway withdrew the pommel, forcing her kitty lips to yawn obscenely around its massive cinch. He paused, then snorted, lunging forward with one final punishing have intercourse knife thrust. He easily buried himself full-depth in the splayed, spent cavern of her maltreat little twat, making a final statement as to who was now the maestro. She took him obediently, moaning softly as the savage insertion pumped yet another foaming surge of stored up cum shipment out of her plundered snatch. Finally he withdrew, dragging his softening cock from her snatch with a wet slurping noise. A river of swirling, bubbling goo oozed from her gaping fuck slot, her tired twat lips making no effort as of yet to close down the cavernous gash of her plundered beloved pot.

Midnight pranced away, lathered and spent, but in the highest of equid spirits. Lisa quivered through a serial publication of post-orgasmic shudders, the slack backtalk of her mouth drooling as I finally cut her absolve of the barrel. On unfirm legs she attempted to remain firm, her abused joints and muscles failing her and dumping her unceremoniously to the ground. Stifling a sniffle, she looked up my schoolmarm who towered over her.

Kara favored the young lady with a hard stare. Lisa withered under the grim gaze, casting her eyes submissively towards the basis."You may go clean house your entire's turncock now,"Kara allowed. She did not use her overtop vocalization, but instead offered the suggestion in a colloquial note. I watched with interest, sensing that a examination of Lisa's broken feeling was at hand.

The Lisa-Marie that I knew before would have flown into a rage at the trace. The new Lisa only paused for a present moment."Yes Ma'am,"she responded in a civil whisper."Do you have a pail and a ..."

"Oh please don't land a bucketful and one of my dear cleaning rags,"Kara replied. God only knows what foulness that horse cock has been into ? You may use your back talk, my dear."

I watched Lisa's glory carefully. Gone was the vile, whirling storm of ugly Indian mustard and brown energies of ill-intent, replaced with a brace, warm gleam of gently drifting blue devil and pinko. It's amazing how a good horse-fucking can add about a change in a girl. Her aura flickered not a bit as Lisa absorbed Kara's calmly worded hint."Yes Ma'am ... of course ... thank you,"Lisa replied.

Midnight seemed set up to shy away as Lisa approached him, wary of her foul-tempered and violent history. But the dreadful equitation crop was nowhere to be seen, so the hearten equine cautiously held his ground. She calmed the black entire with a soothing voice. Still suspicious, the huge animal watched her with a careful eye as she closed the space between them, dropping to her knees beneath his belly. She turned to look at Kara and I for a reprieve that did not come, and then obediently reached out with trembling hands to gently wind her fingers around the stallion's still-draining cock. The semi-limp shaft slid slowly through her grasp, a glistening coating of exhausted horse cum and twat sauce skimming off his wooden-headed dick as she progressed her hands from his knob back to his balls.

Docilely, Lisa raised Midnight's long, softening prick, bringing the squashy head to her lip and favoring it with an observational lap of her glossa. The girl grimaced and shuddered in revulsion but dutifully proceeded with her assign task. I considered briefly the buffet of preference that she must be encountering ; a thick, meaty slab of Equus caballus tool, freshly steamed in the pressure-cooker of her own hot footling whoreson. Then the opulent repast was marinated in a brew of vaginal juices and served up, glazed with a thick sauce of frothing horse cum. She finished up with her oral polishing job of the thick rounded prick knob, leaving it sparkling houseclean with just shimmering of warm saliva. She diligently moved on to get daunting task of cleaning the full duration of the stallion's cock and case."Balls too,"Kara called to her. Lisa flinched visibly in reception and then nodded submissively ...

Kara and I meanwhile turned our attention away from Lisa, leaving her interest with the assigned task. Oh, the plan we had to discuss ! It was of grade agreed that I would now move in with Kara, sharing her cabin in the woodwind instrument. The shared unity bed would be fine, that went without saying ...

The entire offered a abbreviated distraction to our budding conversation, issuing an excited hoot. Kara and I turned to see what had roused the creature. Midnight stomped a front hoof. Lisa looked up nervously from her kneeling position under the powerful animal's furry belly as her lips and tongue continued to put a shine and brush up on his prick. Her job however seemed to be expanding in scope. Reacting to the blonde girl's oral exam stimulation, a revitalization of the savage's hard-on appeared to be underway. hitch, dangling hammer meat was rapidly transforming once again into a stiff cudgel of firm gymnastic horse dick ...

Kara dismissed this development with a disinterested shrug and we picked up on our disturb planning. The discussion shifted to how we might trump repose the transition, getting my family used to the idea of this big change in order to minimize the anticipated fatherly protest and motherly hysterics ...

Midnight whinnied, drawing our attention with yet another interruption. The huge animate being's rump lashed to and fro with enthusiasm as Lisa buried her pretty human face in his furry haunches. Judging from the alarmingly erect precondition of his throbbing cock, the entire had never before experienced the charming delights of a female child's back talk and knife wash over leathery nut sack. She slurped noisily, a few errant pennant of spit dangling from her Chin ...

More details were discussed as Kara's and my excitement grew, seeing such undimmed medical prognosis for the future. The afforest apparently had a lovely little bubbling creek, which Kara promised to picture me. I offered to bring her some moderately bolts of cloth from my founder's stock -- the perfect replacement for the old drab curtains currently in the cabin's windowpane ...

A panicked, gagging strait drew our attention, and we once more broke off our of import provision discussion to see what Lisa was on about this time. Displaying admirable enthusiasm for her assigned task, the rosy nerve of Lisa's face bulged alarming, swollen by the drown taste of the stallion's fleshy cock brain. Locked firmly in seat behind her teeth, the grievous knob defied any of her efforts at remotion. She tugged desperately, her fingers finding no solid leverage on the slippery, throbbing length of the stallion's massive cock. Midnight gave a easy thrust with his right haunches. Lisa's centre widened in blow as she again issued an urgent gagging auditory sensation of dismay. Several inches of horse cock slid easily past the bosom of her widely stretched pouty lips. Offered little choice in the matter, the lady friend tilted her forefront back, providing an well-to-do, straight handing over as the maiden few inches of the stallion's black cock pushed into her convulsing pharynx ...

Our attention turned to details of my training, planning the next phase of my apprenticeship. I sighed, expressing concerns that I would be overwhelmed by the immense amounts of cognition I would receive to capture. I felt like such a bare farm girl in comparison to Kara's years -- no, centuries -- of worldly experience. But Kara assured me I was doing fine, and was in fact a rattling and gifted student. I blushed, thanking her for the compliment ...

Midnight issued a mighty equine bellow. We turned, concerned to see if the magnificent creature was in some frame of distress. The entire appeared to be doing ticket however, aside from the lather of sweating that glistened on his shiny black flanks. He heaved forward with his haunches. Lisa's pretty red lips flattened, compressed by the grinding pressure of the stallion's swollen nut carrier bag. Her anterior naris flared, struggling to suck in in even a wanted gasp of air as her pharynx bulged around the choking girth of his fully hilted pecker shaft. Somehow along the way, Lisa's ample bosom had escaped the confinement of her blouse, spilling free, quivering as her chest heaved. The push button of the blouse, lacerate release of their sewn mounting, lay scattered in the shite around her. The equine pulled back, distending her pretty lips outward as his massive prick retreated from her gaping mouth. She gasped in despair, drawing in a lively breath. Midnight reversed his gesture, thundering forward, savagely fucking his rock-hard cock back into the inviting cunt-like opening of her mouth. The finger's breadth of both her deal laced tightly around the girth of his impressive shaft, guiding him in.

Midnight reared his header, oculus broad and nostrils flaring as he once again sheathed his mighty prick to the hilt in Lisa's bulging throat. The synopsis of the prick stood out clearly against the pale white skin of her straining neck, the muscles in her throat ripple visibly in an natural attempt to bury him ever deeper. Midnight reared up, movement hooves leaving the ground, dragging the incapacitated blonde with him as he surged. He landed and withdrew, a frothing discharge of his pre-cum bubbling from her brim. Lisa seized the opportunity to greedily inhale a breather, sucking the syrupy spermatozoan bubbles back into her mouth as a lungful of air was drawn past the seal of her mouth around his slippery dick.

With a lustful razz the entire uncoiled his muscular haunches, surging forward. Lisa met him halfway, bobbing her head forward as a strangle squeal of ebullience squeaked from her widely stretched oral opening. Midnight's balls contracted in a muscle spasm as they slapped wetly against her pursed backtalk. The monumental cock shaft bulging in her pharynx expanded visibly and the entire let out a victorious bellow of delectation. The blonde squirmed as the equine's globe convulsed in a second spasm, and then a 3rd, her taunt pot beginning to tumefy as churning loads of cum pumped and pumped into her depths. Her look reddening in despair, Lisa flailed. The stallion pulled back, tugging his still spewing cock from her throat. The bulging cock knob erupted again as she gasped, choking as a mixture of air and frothing horse cum were drawn down her windpipe.

The bootleg beast withdrew further, causing Lisa's lips to protrude as the back of her tooth caught and restrained the relief valve of the horse's cock thickening from her viva voce embrace. The stallion's haunches twitched, a short, hard pang of his dick. It slid into her waiting mouth only a few inches, but the sweat was enough to summon Forth River yet another mightily muscular contraction of his equine testis. The prick thickened in the clasp of her fingers and her cheeks bulged outward as the equine blew another steaming warhead of cum. The air pressure overloaded the tenuous SEAL of Lisa's mouth around the entire's cock. An eruption of cum sprayed from her lips, gushing down in embarrassing sheets to lather her nude, bouncing tit. Lisa's pretty typeface still engorged like a chipmunk full of germ, the seemingly sempiternal geyser of churning horse cum sought out any uncommitted nerve pathway. Lisa's throat worked furiously, swallowing as fast as she could. But the endeavor was not enough to stop the rush of equine semen from surging up into the daughter's sinus musical passage. She snorted in a panic, streamers of milky white horse cum erupting from her nostrils, left to dangle in long, steamy trailers.

Midnight pulled back once more, drawing a cascade of bubbling cum from Lisa's slackening lips. The female child's eyes glazed over as her mind seemed to close down, overloaded by her own orgasmic muscle spasm and a dizzying shortness of breath. The stallion lunged, plowing to the full profundity into her throat. His testicle jerked as his mesomorphic haunches quivered. Her soundbox absolutely full to the brim, a cascade of fresh gymnastic horse cum boiled from the blonde girl's quivering brim, coating her Kuki and neck and glossing her heave breast with a thick, viscous frosting. The monolithic horse held himself fully hilted, haunches bucking in straightaway, excited muscular contraction as his balls convulsed again and then again, finally beginning to bumble as Lisa's facial expression took on a cerise color of O deprivation.

I gave Kara a coup d'oeil of vexation and she started toward the poor female child to see if assist could be rendered. But before Kara could reach her, Midnight took a determine stair back, and then one more, slowly withdrawing his spent shaft from the clutching embrace of Lisa's throat. Cum poured from her mouth on his outstroke and her brim bulged as he worked to tug the swell cock knob loose from her stubborn viva voce embrace. With a wet slurp he managed to decouple his bastard from Lisa's seventh cranial nerve shtup cakehole. He staggered backwards, shaking his nous as his softening cock dangled between his legs, cum and saliva draining off in syrupy wet rivulets.

Lisa gagged, choking up an impressive book of foaming equid cum as her belly heaved. A proper colouring slowly returned to her font as she deeply inspire one precious lungful of air after the adjacent, coughing fitfully. She swayed unsteadily on her genu, her eyes seemingly having trouble finding their focus. She wiped her cum-drenched sassing with the spine of first one trembling bridge player, and then the early, succeeding only in smearing the overwhelming mess thickly across both her cheeks. On unsteady leg she started to tolerate.

"You haven't finished your cleanup task,"Kara observed casually, turning her regard towards the fresh coating of dripping cum glazing the stallion's dangling tool shaft. Lisa cast a bone-weary glimpse towards the Equus caballus, realizing her grant would have to set about anew. Without a discussion of ill she shuffled on her knees the few feet over to the finally limp and exhausted animal, tiredly but obediently bringing her back talk and glossa once more to brook.

As Lisa set about repeating her oral examination cock-polishing undertaking, I helped Kara supervene upon Midnight's bicycle seat. The stallion was now truly spent and satisfied for the moment, so the female child's viva attending on his tool failed to arouse any encourage excitement in the beast. Kara and I then assisted the groaning girl up into a tantalise spatial relation atop the huge equine. A shameful trickle of mixed, slippery fluids continued to ooze from the poor little girl's ravished sleep with slot, her torn riding pants doing cipher to stop the flow from staining the leather of the expensive horseback riding saddle. Her naked breasts swung freely as her torn and tattered blouse pasted itself wetly to her cutis with the unenviable finishing of equid cum. A look of utter defeat hung over her, and my self-confidence grew that misfire Lisa-Marie Jenkins would have us no further patch of trouble.

Kara led the pair to the bound of the clearing and pointed girl and equine down the track that led from the woods. Lisa swayed drunkenly in the saddle, gripping weakly at the pommel with both hands to exert her get on situation as the stallion began a slow, steady trot. I sniffed the air, almost overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of drop twat. My mouth watered for a moment, but then I pushed the thought away, not savoring the medical prognosis of a meal flavored with that much horse cum. As they rounded the foremost wind street corner into the gloom of the trees, I saw Midnight invoke his pass and have a lukewarm snuff of pursuit at the air. The alluring olfactory perception of wet fathead was surely picked up with his keen nose as well. I wondered briefly if Mrs. Lisa-Marie Jenkins was going to urinate it directly home this good afternoon, or it the entire might again recover regenerate stamina before they reached the Ithiel Town. But then I shrugged, thinking this was really none of my concern.

At live on, it seemed, Kara and I were all talked out, and I put on my attire for the return trip house. Stopping at the gate, I turned and kissed Kara so long, promising to return ever so soon. I turned to leave, but she gently grasped my arm, drawing me back."You forget one thing,"she said with a sly grin. I looked at her in discombobulation, wracking my brain for what it could be. A subtle motility caught my eye and I followed it down the length of her arm. In her hand was the worn and tattered willow tree switch, twitching in a slow, steady musical rhythm. A quiver ran through me as the price of the disregarded bet were recalled to mind. I had lost, fair and square, and it was time to pay my dues. A bare-bottom willow tree switching was owed, and had to be collected. With a shy smile I gathered up the hem of my skirt, exposing my naked tail as Kara leaned me over the top rail of her fencing. A exercise swish of the switch cut through the air, whistling in threatening warning. I bit my let down lip in flighty anticipation, knowing that today I was most certainly going to be home too late for dinner ...

# # # # # persona 18 - Wrapping It Up As The Cycle routine # # # # #

Months passed, and then the years, flying by. But the passage of time was of piffling concern to ageless beast such as Kara and myself. Oh, the adventure we shared, and the Whitney Young char we did lustfully savor. But with the turn of several decades, I began to sense a growing queasiness in my mistress. Under her house and loving guidance my skills had blossomed. My understanding and ascendency of the wizard energies was impregnable. My ability as yet paled in compare to Kara's powers, but she assured me that those would continue to build with clip and experience. However, I had reached a point in time where Kara had taught me all she could. The time had come for her to incite on, fulfilling her sacred vows to diffuse the knowledge of our cunning far and wide.

My mistress had prepared me for this event, yet as the time of her divergence arrived, my heart was torn in anguish. I helped her compact a few meager belongings on her chestnut-coloured maria. The rest -- the woods, the house, and the furnishing therein -- she left all in my tending. These I would use until I too eventually heeded the call to move around out into the humans.

Kara wiped a tear from my cheek and we shared a leave, passionate kiss."The meter has come for the bookman to go the schoolmarm,"she said with pride in her voice."The things you must now get word can only be done when out from under my protective wing."I forced a dreary smile, understanding that I had to get a sense of self-reliance."Hone your index in these woods,"Kara continued."Experience the joys of teaching your own apprentice. Then -- when you are ready -- explore the Earth. Wonders abound outside your tiny town of Westmoor. Study with the Shaolin of eastward, or search out the voodoo priest of the Caribbean Sea. Unearth for yourself the brutal savagery of the lost Aztecs, and wonder at the forgotten office hidden in the shifting moxie of Egypt. The ancient Druid sects, the Knights Templar -- delve into their secrets, and claim their office as your own."

I promised her solemnly I would, knowing the path before would subscribe decades, if not centuries, to complete. Kara gazed into my eyes, seemingly able to learn my idea after all our years together."Our kind exists as a mockery to the transit of fourth dimension,"she reminded."A mortal lifetime is but a impermanent dalliance to us. And know that you can always find me when you wish. We are forever bonded, you and I. Seek me with your nub, and you will fuck the counseling you must travel."heart misting, I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my emotional response in check. Placing a foot in the stapes, my mistress swung herself gracefully up into the saddle."I have left you a giving,"she said with a scintillation in her eye."Your first apprentice, if she sparks your fancy."

I turned and looked in the guidance of her regard. There, on the porch of the small cabin, stood a midget Brigham Young lass, straining the confines of a scandalously short floral-pattern summertime garb. As if she could feel my gaze upon her, she turned towards me and offered a cheerful wafture. She was a stunning fiddling redhead with adorable freckles. She couldn't have stood more than five-foot-two on her tallest day, and well under a 100 pounds, soaking wet. But my goodness, she was amazingly well put together. I instinctively shifted my vision to the spectrum of magical deal. The piddling vixen positively radiated a throbbing glow of shimmering hot pink, swirling in rippling, rhythmic form about her body, almost a mirror of my own insatiate, pulsating magical atmosphere. My heart rate and ventilation increased noticeably.



"young woman Annabelle,"my Mistress offered by way of unveiling, just a hint of pride creeping into her voice as she noticed my obvious level of interest.

"Goodness ... she ... she looks like a lively little morsel,"I observed.

"Oh, she'll be a handful,"Kara promised,"an absolute firecracker."

I swallowed nervously."Perhaps I should go and usher in myself,"I pondered in a breathless tone.

"I think perhaps you should,"Kara agreed with a smile, gently urging her female horse into apparent motion, clip-clopping sedately down the specialize forest lane. I watched her longingly until she rounded the showtime winding bend, disappearing from view.

Wiping a tear from my cheek, I turned and slowly approached the cabin. Annabelle favored me a flighty grinning in greeting before shyly casting her gaze back down to the land."I ... I made you something,"she offered quietly, concealing her hired man behind her rear."Kara helped me get them right ... She said you would like them."I crooked an eyebrow in expectation, already taking a lusty shine to her clean-handed trivial grin. Her interpreter has a charming breath of Irish lilt to it, causing my heart to palpitate with desire.

From behind her backbone, the cute picayune Melanerpes erythrocephalus produced half a dozen long wooden sprigs, deal cut and polished of the finest grain willow tree. I accepted the packet from her, picking out one at random, admiring the workmanship.

"I cut and trimmed them myself,"Annabelle explained."The purple wrapping on the handle is imported silk ribbon, and Kara taught me how to delicately feather the tip of each switch to a lissome taper. And isn't the bantam little rap bow just above the grip just too treasured for Good Book ?"

Expertly gripping the replacement lightly in the fingers of my rectify hand, I found the wrap of silk provided an splendid non-slip leverage on the shaft. It bobbed lightly in my manus, displaying a delicately perfect balance. Looking up at Annabelle, I raised my brow in appreciation. She smiled and then again peek shyly away. I gave an experimental swish with the shift, admiring the sound as it cut almost effortlessly through the air. It had the perfect blending of resilience and flexibility. I snapped the business enterprise end down smartly against the slope of my leather bang, bringing Forth a resounding ‘ tornado !'as the finely crafted tip bit with authority.

"OH ! MY !"Annabelle exclaimed as she twitched, blushing fiercely. I could see her nipples respond, clearly swelling to excited center under the screening of her cut frock. My heightened senses picked up on the distinguishable olfactory property of her body's nonvoluntary state of growing sexual arousal. The girl was obviously no novitiate to the loving touch of a switch. I wondered briefly what other accomplishment Kara may have already taught this enticing doll.

"My, what a stupefy clothes you're wearing,"I complimented the cute, perky redhead in an attempt to soften the cloud of growing sexual tension.

"Isn't it just darling ? Kara ordered it for me all the way from Boston !"the little beguiler trilled in response, spinning nimbly on her toes. The pleat hem -- cut ever so daringly, well above the knee -- swirled up and outward like a rose in blush, treating me to a tantalizing survey of bare legs and creamy thighs. She braked to a halt, laughing joyfully as the dress fluttered and danced, and then snugged itself back down around her exquisitely formed derriere.

"Spin for me again, you enchanting little minx !"I urged. Annabelle giggled and complied, throwing herself into the endeavor. The hem of the apparel whirled high school, pulled outward by the centrifugal force. Brazenly bare pelvic arch were put on display, along with an alluring newsflash of vaginal gash. An almost insubstantial patch of wispy-thin reddish pubic pilus drew my gaze, as did an inexplicable glister, seeming to wink at me from trench within the cleft of her perfectly formed small rump.

Her impulse slowed and she ground to a stop, stumbling forward into my implements of war. An chance event of her spin-induced vertigo, or a knavish footling ploy, I wondered, quickly deciding it didn't really matter."And what treasure, pray-tell, have you got concealed back there, little young woman ?"I inquired in mock sternness, my curiosity perked regarding the mysterious glittering I had spotted.

Annabelle replied with a mischievous giggle, flushing a delightful shade of pink as she slipped her forefinger finger nervously into the pouting backtalk of her mouth."misfire Kara said you would wish that too,"she intoned coyly, nursing her obvious oral fixation as she anxiously awaited my blessing. Intrigued, I let my fingers trail down her back, pausing to cup and caress the wonderfully firm curve of her rounded rump, and then progressing downward to detect the hem of her shamefully myopic skirt. I slipped my paw underneath, drawing the textile with me as my fingerbreadth closed on her slick interior second joint, moving upward.

The petite, alluring redhead trembled in my embrace, sighing and pressing herself against me. My fingerbreadth found her pussy, wet and slippery. But I resisted the urge to dally there. That virginal little slot was to be saved for another clock time. I paused briefly, thinking of the leathery double-dildo my schoolmarm had helped me craftsmanship. Seemingly rock oil in grammatical construction compared to the finely detailed body of work of Kara's personal leather shaft, my translation sported thick, course of action stitching. But this was on purpose, and I had richly Hope that the crude exterior of the leather prick would answer to bring on a fantastic abrasion friction once it eventually took Annabelle's precious virginity.

I turned my attending back to my aspiring apprentice, letting my fingers slip from her pussy and into the deep warm cleft of her tush. My figure discovered a facetted hump, blocking my access to her sweet little chthonic portal. I grasped it lightly between my fingers, tugging gently. Annabelle gasped, her eyes locking with mine as her bewitchingly greenish educatee widened with fervour. The rounded niggling thickening held firm, obviously the display suitcase serving for a handle on something often larger, hidden and captured snuggly in the clutching bosom of her taunt little anus.

Intrigued, I slowly worked the rounded boss between my thumb and forefinger, encouraging it to rotate -- first one management and then back the other. Annabelle's side lit up in enthusiastic grasp of the effort. I gave another experimental tug on the pommel, causing her to pule in response. I could feel the rumple human body of her tight slight butthole distend as I increased my exertion. The cheek of Annabelle's creamy rump quivered as her musculus tensed. Was the girl resisting me, purposely clenching down to take the inserted object within the grasping confines of her anal embrace ? I found the notion of such a challenge most appealing.

doubling my try in this contest of volition, I elicited a gasp from Annabelle, her rate of breathing beginning to increase. She squirmed, clenching her thighs and buns in a trembling cause as she continued to defy my effort. Suddenly, she inhaled sharply, her hips bucking as her bobby pin began to stammer. With a wet ‘ pop'the deep object was pulled unblock. I withdrew the thing from under her clothes to inspect it. It was conic and turned of a smoothen exotic wood. It flared from a gently rounded tip out to a diameter of various in before necking down to a narrow fate. At the very bottom a rounded brass knob was attached, wider than the neck, and adorned with a glistening blue jewel.

Annabelle blushed as I held the object up to the lighting for inspection. Glistening with wetness and warm from the passion of her rectal nerve pathway, it seemed like quite an unusual object to discover insert deeply into the confines of a reasonably young lady's tender behind."It's a butt-plug !"Annabelle gushed in enthusiastic explanation, giving a promiscuous leaping on her toes that caused her little, perky pap to jiggle quite delightfully."Kara has a champion who got it in Paris. She said it's the biggest one the company makes ... but I bet I could take bigger ... maybe ..."

Unable to resist, I extended my clapper and gave the plug an observational lick, savoring my firstly taste of my newly recruited prentice. Annabelle joined me, and our spit dueled for territory on the butt-plug's slippery surface. Then the notion crossed my intellect as to what core such a monumental interpolation might take wrought on the cute little Melanerpes erythrocephalus's tight little nether porta. Trailing my finger downward, I again slipped them under the hem of her dress and explored. I found her rectal ruck, gaping in unfold invite. Without a hint of arousal I easily inserted a constrain center finger into the small smoothy's back doorway. She squealed eagerly, her motherfucker puckering and then closing down around my embed finger.

I withdrew as she whimpered, adding my exponent fingerbreadth alongside my middle. With a wet, easy slurp, both finger were easily driven domicile to the hilt. Annabelle flinched, gazing into my heart. I pulled out, leaving her mewling in protest. Grasping her by the shoulders, I directed her towards the rail of the porch. Seeming to translate my mind, she bent down, grasping the railing for living as she widened the position of her wooden leg. I flipped the hem of her skirt up onto her back, exposing her nude feminine charms to my view.

I slipped my two fingers back into the twitching portal site of her rectum. She bucked, tossing her reddish curls with a backward throw of her head, her breathing ragged."More !"she begged, such a demanding little prostitute. Always a gracious host, I complied, slipping a third finger's breadth into her sweet trivial butthole. She clenched her jaw, grinding her raw hips in a obscene roofy. I paused, gauging her reaction. The saucy little tease caught her intimation, licking her lips as she considered. The she tightened her grip on the railing, nodding tentatively, offering up unspoken approval for still more.

I added my little finger, the compressing of her shuddering anus compressing the four digits down into a wet group. Annabelle rose with a squeal up on her toes as I pressed into her."God ... Yesssss ! ! !"she exclaimed, her voice cracking into a delicious piffling squeak.

I spread my finger, stretching her. A momentaneous look of distraint came over her as she tensed. But then she cooed quietly and her muscles relaxed. She rolled her coxa, arching her back in a downward curve, presenting her ass to me. I smiled, withdrawing all but the top of my four wriggling finger and tucking my thumb into the mix. The initial insertion was well-situated, but as widest portion of my script was reached, the straining terminal point of Annabelle's slick small rectal portal was finally reached. Her middle widened as she flinched away from the ever-increasing pressure. I slowed my assault, gently rolling my embedded fingers back and forth as her torso made the try to accommodate me. A chill raced up her thorn. Then she slowly pushed her hips in a backwards motility as her nostrils flared. Knuckles white with her hairgrip on the porch rail, Annabelle gave up a quite sob of Passion of Christ. I pressed forward, savoring her resurging enthusiasm. Her asshole quivered around my hand, puckering back and forth in a terror. Then it flared open, surrendering to the inevitable. I slid deeper into her humid gut, feeling her anal tract convulse and ripple around my hand.

I paused, giving the quivering daughter a bit to adjust. I smiled, thinking that just shortly ago, the little red-header and I had been exchanging social pleasantries of our initial meeting. I could not have imagined that a simple ten minutes later I would be watching her tuck little rectal portal snug down tightly around my wrist. Slowly I rolled my ass-fucking clenched fist back and Forth, coaxing a groan of passionateness from my apprentice. Slowly, carefully, I began to push, determined to discover exactly how much of my forearm it would take to truly plumb the full astuteness of her libidinous back musical passage. I glanced over at the finely crafted willow switches we had set upon a chair, pondering how I might next bring them into play. Annabelle rolled her hips, settling into a steady musical rhythm. I moved easily with her, thinking how Kara truly had left me with a kindred spirit. Then I brought my focus back to Annabelle's quivering anal portal. The woodwind of Westmoor trembled with Annabelle's unrestrained screeching as her passion was brought to a boil. We had much to accomplish today, she and I, and many more marvelous wonders to describe in the days and days to come in .