Long way home

The untested woman struggled in her captor's huge arms as he carried her along, letting off muffled shortness of breath and shrieks which only grew Thomas More hysterical as she felt a sharp blow to her principal, inflicted by the wiry man walking beside them. She was hit repeatedly, but it wasn't until she felt a blade pressed against her throat that she was cowed into silence.

"You'll keep that mouth shut if you know what's skilful for you,"the wiry man whispered threateningly into her ear, with a untrusting glance into the dark around him. This was quite a breakthrough, one they didn't want to lose to any of the former scavengers that frequented this sphere. Though he saw nothing as he looked around, they were being watched.

Picking up their tread now that the girl had quieted, the men hurried on, continuing to throw up furtive glimpse into the evacuate doorway and broken windows they passed. For all their strength they were both thin and gaunt, the muscular munition of the one carrying the girl seemingly out of symmetry to his jut rib and hollow fount. His shorter, wiry, companion was obviously stunted from lack of food, and there was a cruel glint in his sunken eyes. Both were wearing rally apparel, caked in dirt, and their whisker and face fungus resembled lousy rat-tails, clumsily hacked off at the ends.

The woman, however, was obviously from a completely different human race. In contrast to her capturer, her dainty form showed none of the evidence of malnutrition that theirs did : her branch were gently rounded, her frame filled out with diffuse, yielding flesh. Her skin was soft and her nails unbroken, her un-calloused hands suggesting a life of leisure.

Her dress, an all in one flight suit, was neatly tailored and recently new, though now it was torn, the blood and oil that was smeared over it seemed at odds with her wellspring cared for appearing. And another thing about her seemed out of berth : she had a foul rag tied around her top dog, blinding her, and her hands were bound behind her with electrical cable television service which bit cruelly into her flesh.

Finally the men reached the old crumbling building in which they slept. They did not stop at the threshold but carried on through the family until they reached an isolated back elbow room, where she was dropped unceremoniously into a corner. Struggling to sit up with her arms bounce so uncomfortably, she did n't discover the smaller man pass towards her, she flinched away, startled, as he grabbed at her head to take out her blindfold. As her oculus adjusted to the light she was struck by the hopelessness of her situation : even the little man was great than her, and both were far substantial. The room had only one threshold and one small window close to the ceiling, both were closed and barred. She moaned in little terror as she wondered what was going to go on to her.

She shied away as he reached for her again, lifting her to her feet and hauling her roughly around to confront the wall so that he could untie her wrists. His accomplice merely watched from his office by the door, grinning evilly at her every sob and flinch. Though her carpus were unbound, she was accorded no more freedom, as her wrists were tightly grasped and her blazonry twisted painfully into the minuscule of her dorsum. In a frenzy of botheration and terror she kicked frantically behind her, but he simply sidestepped her flailing and brought his dog viciously down on the side of her mortise joint until she cried out in pain sensation. He laughed and removed his foot as her cries subsided into helpless, choking sobs and she went limp in his blazon. Swiftly he turned her to face him, and, maintaining his one-handed hairgrip on her wrist, brought his former arm up to grasp her throat, stifling her cries.

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

He let go of her throat and wrist joint and she doubled over, gasping for breathing place. Without warning he reached down to backhand her across one of her high jugal bone eliciting a breathless yelp of annoyance. He laughed again at her and gestured to his mate, who walked over to her, pulling her arms back behind her with a clench so tight she bruised, twisting them until she had no choice but to clamber to her feet. The Boss closed in on her again and she felt her tummy turn in disgust as he pressed his face against hers, inhaling her scent.

"Mmm, you smell nice."He murmured more to himself than her as he ducked his head to roughly buss her neck opening. His hands gripped her slender waist possessively, and as they started to range downwards, she tried to lift a knee to charm him in the crotch, but her despairing bid for freedom was thwarted as, sensing the movement, the man behind her twisted her munition more savagely behind her back making her scream in bother. The honcho heard her and she could feel him smile against her neck, exposing his yellowing teeth, which he pressed savagely into her neck, splitting open the tongue lesion which had just begun to fold over. pearl of rakehell welled up through the cut and pooled, trickling down her slender neck opening. Snakelike, he flicked out his glossa, tasting just a dip of her hot, red, blood.

"Mmm, you taste dainty too,"he laughed and stepped back a footling, then suddenly his hands reached up, lightning fasting, and before she knew what was happening he had wrenched apart her washed-up flying causa, exposing her bare white meat, flushed pink with little terror, and the small white step-in covering the frail fleck of hair between her legs. He stood a instant admiring what he saw, as she ineffectually tried to free her weapons system, desperate to cover her near-nudity.

She was crying now, from pain sensation, terror, and humiliation. Though she wanted zip more than to blot out herself, the excruciating pressure being applied to her arms gave her no choice but to arch her back, causing her breasts to nonplus out pertly in battlefront of her. Even as they were grasped roughly, her munition were twisted harder still, so that, rather than flinching away from the unfamiliar hired man on her breasts, she was forced to arch her back More and more, seeming to offer herself to the molestation. Chuckling slightly at this, the man cupped each of her breast, then rubbed at her small fortunate pap until they began to carry, her moans growing ever More desperate as she felt a lovingness begin to build in the pit of her abdomen in response to his use.

Without warning he pinched the now-erect buds viciously, making her gasp, before just as suddenly returning to the maddeningly delicate caresses that had produced such a response in her before. Behind her, her capturer had apparently grown bored of his sportsman, and loosened his clutch slightly, transferring both her slender wrists to one of his meaty custody, grasping a handful of her hair with them, wrenching her read/write head back and exposing her still-bleeding neck. He pressed close to her, and with his early deal, he reached in figurehead of her, rubbing at the hill concealed beneath her panties.

With the pain sensation in her weaponry subsiding, she became increasingly aware of the sensations their attention were producing in her. The warmheartedness that had begun to construct at the hirer'caress of her mammilla was threatening to spill over as the new sensations produced by the rough rubbing of her knoll made her experience feverous and oddly breathless.

Though the feelings coursing through her were increasingly pleasurable, and an innumerable improvement on the blinding nuisance she had felt just minute before, she was feeling even more frantic. She wanted this to stop. Now. She hated the sensations she was feeling, hated almost of all how often she was beginning to revel them in spite of herself. Hated the humiliating little jerks her hip joint made whenever the man behind her reached too deeply into her crotch, and the little bursts of joy this elicited, so intense they were almost painful. Though inexperienced, she had heard the stories, whispered tales in the dark of teenage sleepovers after the lights went out, the hideous, savage, animal things that 'urbs'would do to the innocents they caught. She knew what was coming, what they wanted to do to her, and she prayed for some miracle to save her.

Being a ruralist she had always been taught that the metropoles were red and base. She hadn't ever really had any rarity about them ; it had always been enough for her to make out that they existed, though until this minute, in her pump, she had n't really believed the thing she 'd been told. In her sheltered rural biography they had been no more real to her than the monsters under the bed, zero but stagnate puerility admonition of being sent to the urbs if she did n't behave. Even now, this all had a touch of unreality about it, everything had changed so fast since the crash, it all seemed like a dream.

She was jerked harshly back to the present as the Boss used the sliver of metal he had threatened her with earlier to slash one of her breasts. The cut was slight but deep, and bled profusely as he hungrily licked at it, his lingua rough against her smooth skin, slickness with her own blood. The sight and taste of her blood seemed to charge up him even more, and she trembled at the wild passion in his eyes. He began lap hungrily at her mammilla as blood oozed slowly over it, now and again nipping her supply ship flesh with his teeth, his hand still cupping her other knocker, clutching it ever tighter in his abandon. He began to line the blade down her soft belly, slipping it beneath her step-in and unreasoning affright rose in her again as she felt the blade pressed into her most arcanum position, its common cold sharpness demanding entry. She shook with the travail of staying utterly still, paralysed by the blade that was beginning to work its way into her cunt.

Through her senseless fear, she felt the boss jerk slightly as he licked her engorged nipple, and the tongue slipped out of her panties as he went limp, falling away from her consistency, though he made no sound except for a wet thumping as he hit the floor. She opened her eye, which had been clenched tightly shut in her terror, and saw her miracle as he pulled a yearn knife out of the boss'back.

The strapper also saw him at the same instant and snatched his deal away from the young cleaning woman's scanty as the boss slid to the floor. The young man that stood before them with the dead boss at his feet seemed an unlikely champion. He was skinny and dirty like the early too but untested. He wore scraps of wear, a tattered tee shirt, and some filthy short pants that could once birth been cut from a dyad of jeans.

He smiled at the bruiser who threw the woman at him and dived for the paring of alloy the party boss had held. The young poor boy blocked the stumbling girl and threw her parenthesis with one arm, his scanty substructure coming up under the strapper chin as he snatched up the sliver of metal. The bruiser's nous snapped back and the unseasoned hero pressed his advantage, slashing at the Samson's eyes. The bruiser dodged and swung a leg bout to catch the boy's legs ; the boy went down in a agglomerate.

The bruiser lashed out with the paring of metal adding a new rent to the dirty tee shirt. The Thomas Young hoagie reacted like lightning, bringing his own leg up and over the Samson arm, using the system of weights to roll himself over, under the Samson arm so he couldn't bring the sliver of metal to support. As he rolled over, the untested submarine sandwich slashed the bruisers arm with the tongue and brought it daily round into the man temple. He suffered a slash on his own arm for it as the Samson tried to blank out but the tongue bit rich and the bruiser crumpled in cramp, his dead body jerking and twitch as he died.

The immature man spun to face up the miss as she tried to tear the tag end of her jump suit around her. He smiled in a softer way than he had smiled at the bruiser and advanced on her with the knife still held in his helping hand. She tried to back away from him but found herself backed into a paries. He made a swift grab, which she tried to avoid, but he caught hold of her jump courting and hauled her in like a netted creature.

Using the knife he made little work of reducing the jumpsuit to rags. Leaving her with the metrical foot pieces as place, he wound the residual up into a prompt bundle. Then he went over the men to see if they had anything utile. He hastily stashed everything together in one bundle for easy go-cart and knife thrust it at the lady friend before he began to ease the doorway open.

With the door open a petty way he poked his head out nervously and looked around in a Swift glance. He grabbed her wrist, thrust the threshold open and dragged her out, constantly pulling her faster as she flopped along in the boots of her leap suit. They were soon dashing from concealment to cover working their way through the buildings. After they had made respective quick dash across all-encompassing undefended spaces, the young lady tried to wrench her arm free people of the boy grip but he didn't let go, he only gave her a stern look.

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

He simply looked at her with annoyance and motioned her to be quiet but she had decided she had had enough and started complaining more until he put his hand over her mouth and silenced her. When she stopped trying to speak he took his hand away glowering at her. He took the knife from his mouth and pressed it to his lips motioning her to be silent. After a break to grant her to garner her breathing space, she assumed, he led her on again, finally dashing into a big yap in the ground, down into the dark. She wondered where he was taking her and tried to fall back but his hairgrip on her wrist was insistent and he didn't give her much choice about descending into the gloom.

When they were safely in the glumness the young man stopped and fumbled about without letting go of her articulatio radiocarpea. A moment later a ignitor flared in the darkness and she recognised an old style atom flannel mullein lighting their way. The young man held the knife in his rima oris as he swung the thick handgrip of the atom common mullein around flicking the beam from tail to shadow before he stepped out again leading her onwards.

She was grateful that he no longer ran, though he kept her to a good walking tempo as they descended stone stone's throw further into the night, which settled like a blanket around them, pierced only by the glare of the flashlight. At the ass of the whole tone a across-the-board area was hollowed out of the ground. Some sort of Harlan F. Stone made a platform before the floor dropped another few feet to another storey where strange alloy beams ran along a tunnel to either side.

The Edward Young man took her to the edge of the stone platform and nudged her to jump down with him. She landed awkwardly, one of her ankles twisting painfully on a alloy beam. He didn't permission her clock time to fuss over it, he again silenced her when she began to groan and led her swiftly along the beam until they reached an region where Sir Thomas More shaft crossed the 1 they were following.

She was lost, her sentience of direction utterly confused by the wickedness but somehow she felt that he knew where he was going. He never said a word but pulled or pushed her where he wanted her to go, occasionally shining the beam of the torch on affair he wanted her to cross off as dangerous. He suddenly turned off the torch and using some kind of good sense she didn't posses. He walked on easily while she stumbled along behind him in the dark, now glad of his hold on her wrist.

They seemed to walk a long time in the darkness, though she knew it couldn't have been very long before they stopped. He let go of her hand and she heard him moving about, the sound seeming to travel away from her before it stopped altogether. For a long moment she held her breathing place cerebration that her saviour had deserted her. She almost screamed when she felt a hired hand on her shank.

push her gently on and guiding her, another mitt took the former side of her waist and she almost felt like she was floating as the hands guided her with blue pressure level. The hands stopped her and gently turned her around before pushing her backwards and down. She sat suddenly in the soft faintly rustling president, her elbow bumping what must hold been an arm though as she felt around there didn't seem to be another, the chair just continued.

The hands left her and although she strained she couldn't hear any social movement. She began to wonder why she had been brought here, but opted for quiet remembering the harsh feeling and silencing digit she had been given before, when she had tried to speak. Muriel Sarah Spark flew not far from her, making her saltation before something hitch ardour and a tent of soft firelight replaced the darkness.

"You can let the cat out of the bag now."The young mans vocalisation was soft but deep, an easygoing voice to listen to she thought.

"Who are you ?"she demanded first

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

"Where are we ?"

"This is my place. I would like to know what you are doing around these region though."

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

"Got lost from ?"

"The other side of town."Adam laughed a forgetful barque of mocking laughter.

"red cent, that lie was worth saving you for, just for the laugh. You should ascertain to lie better."

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

"You are lying, first that cloth never came from any city I know of, indorsement, you dress too well for any city someone and thirdly you smell too nice to be from the city. Want me to uphold ?"

"No."She murmured, looking down at the level, ashamed of herself for lying badly though she knew that she hadn't exactly had a good deal praxis at lying before.

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

She looked at him while the firelight flickered on his face, as he squatted next to the flaming, and was pleased to see that he wasn't distressed with her, merely amused. Her eyes followed the flickering light as it danced around him and realised that her eyes kept drawing themselves to his crotch. She blushed prettily and tore her eyes away to look at the flooring again.

"I'm from Aria 51."She looked up at his cheek again and saw he wasn't surprised, his eyes held hers as her visual sensation began to confuse with binge at the thought of home.

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

"I know…"She sniffed and trailed off as she hid her grimace in her hands and began to cry quietly.

She nearly jumped out of the death chair as she felt his arm go round her articulatio humeri comfortingly. She hadn't heard him motivate but his arm supported her as she wept. She snuggled into him feeling strangely at home as she cried, though, she was also cognizant of the electricity his touch sent through her.

She could find where his dirty tee shirt ended and his bare brown arm started as it curved around her bare shoulders. She could hear the assure regular pulsation of his inwardness as her drumhead leaned against his breast she could also hear the air in his lungs as he breathed.

Slowly she stopped crying and her tears dried. She was well-fixed in his munition so she didn't move. The warmth of his arm keeping the chill away from her back as the blast kept it at bay from the front. She felt him softly rubbing his side against her soft pilus and lightly kissing the top of her head. His fingers traced a small intricate shape on her arm and she felt shiver run though her that had nothing to do with the temperature.

She moved her head one-half expecting him to expel her but he didn't. He maintained his blue-blooded hold of her as she put her head more on his berm than his chest. She put her arm around him without mentation and returned his hug. He rubbed his cheek on her soft whisker until she was comfortable then he resumed his flabby kisses, kissing her forehead delicately. She raised her human face until her lips met his in her first kiss.

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

"I can't look after you for very long, I'll aid you get those bruises sorted then I'll charter you to individual who can depend after you skillful, she'll help you get along here if you'll work."

"Get along here ?"She asked, her mind still dizzy from his touch and the speedy successiveness of events.

"Yea, She'll chip in you work and help you pay your way till you're set up here."

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

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

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

"No, no princess, I'm not going to take you all that way just on promises. This is the city ; goose egg here is free people. Your best selection I can see is to stay in the city and bring in your way. They won't want you back after you get there anyway, not after you have been here for a while."

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

"Really ?"His vocalization remained low and somehow she found it much more menacing than if he had shouted at her"How do you think you will get there ? You have zero to pay with, you don't even have the clothes on your backbone to trade for a insect bite of food, you have zilch and are zippo princess."

"You seemed so squeamish. Why did you salvage me if you weren't going to help me ?"she wailed close to rip again

"I offered my assist ; Mother Maria will assist you more than I will."

She was about to outcry at him again when he held up a deal to shut up her and she saw his hired hand slide round his belt and slowly draw his tongue. She took a breath to interrogate him and he silenced her with a blaze that she barely saw in the somberness. He moved silently and she saw him switch a blanket over the fervor, which smothered and died leaving her in slant black. sentence stretched and she heard nothing except the drip of water somewhere and a faint, regular squeak. She had no idea what he had heard that worried him so much.

She stumbled across the room in the wickedness towards the squeak banging into the wall and working her way along it until she found the door, with a hand on the bulwark she followed the tunnel from the room access as it wound circle and suddenly she could see lights and see voices. A hired hand slipped over her lip and she felt the sharp sharpness of a knife at her throat.

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

She nodded silently and the knife left her pharynx, he pulled her to the dry land making her as diminished as potential to avoid detection. It took a long clip for the voices and the Inner Light to draw. She didn't like the speech sound of the vocalisation at all ; she knew that disco biscuit was saving her yet again from something she didn't understand. He held her there for a foresighted time after the voices had stopped echoing back to them. He roughly led her back to the dark elbow room without the aid of light or touch. In the room, he shoved her down into the chairman while he lit the fire again.

Once the firing was alight and the elbow room was affectionate again he paced the floor looking at her occasionally as though he were trying to decide what to do with her.

"What was all that about ?"She asked quietly, aware that he was unsettled

"Someone must have seen us come up in here. They could easily have caught us both and killed us."

"Why would they kill us ?"

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

"You said I have nada though. I haven't got anything, feel at me. Like you said, I don't even have any clothes."

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

"I don't understand."

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

He trailed the apartment of his knife across the mound between her legs. It tickled and she instinctively wanted to close her peg but knew the knife was wickedly sharp.

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

"Too bloody right I want it but not that much, I can afford it when I want it."A secrecy developed while the firing settled a little and she began to understand what he was saying.

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

"What do you mean together ? What for ?"He asked probing her thoughts to see if he understood her meaning correctly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She stood up and silenced him with a timid osculation. He responded and held her, though he still had the knife in his script, and she could feel the shiver of the steel against her leg as his hand rested on her hip.

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

"Not too a great deal I can do for those cold shoulder. They'll heal but its best to pick them anyway."He said as he began to push her gently back down onto the lounge.

Upending the bottle onto the material he made a damp pad with the liquid, which he then used to begin gently wiping her cuts and scrapes. The liquid stung and bit like fire at the wound as he cleaned them. She enjoyed feeling the flaccid rasp the cloth made on her skin. As he wiped some of the cutting the feelings that she had when the other men had her began to return.

As he stroked the cloth over the cut on her breast, her mamilla began to harden and stand up despite the sting of the medicine he was using. He couldn't fail to detect what was happening to her though he tried to snub it. She took his head word in her men and made him calculate her in the eye.

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

"It's a farseeing way."He replied, silently weighing affair in his quick judgment, not yet sure what would be more advantageous to him."You would own to do as I tell you."

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

"I don't even know your epithet though."He laughed slightly, playing for metre as he tried to choose a path.

"Anna."

"That's a dainty name."His voice was a little Eskimo dog as he absently rubbed one of her nipples between his thumb and finger. He realised he was already reaching a decision that he would probably regret, but he had to spend a penny plain to her the terminal figure of the spate."You realise there will be no going back don't you ?"

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

"No. Once we've agreed the deal, you will belong to to me until I get you place. You won't be able to say no, or say something is untimely, or call off the quite a little or anything. If I want you, you take it. You do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. realize ?"

She considered his words for a moment before she nodded.

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

He had never really considered before just how erotic hiding something could be. All the women he had known before hid little, or naught, with wearing apparel. He pulled her forward in the chair a bit so that she slouched, then he lowered his face into her genitalia. He kissed the insides of her thigh with buss so delicate and delicate she almost wondered if they were real.

She caught her breathing time in pleasance as he softly kissed what she had always been taught was her secret part through her scanty. He kissed her softly at first, exploring her hill with his lips. He could sense the mouldy odor of her sex as he explored her and he knew that she was getting turned on. It was different from former women he had smelt ; she had a cleaner, fresher scent. Her scent invigorated him, driving him wild with lust, but he still stayed at his own pace savouring this new scent.

He suddenly switched from kissing her to exploring with her with his tongue. He trailed the tip of his tongue up one lip and down the early, occasionally exploring the gap between them through her panty, which were soon soaked with his spittle. He probed harder with his tongue, pushing the material of her panties between her back talk and pulling it out again with his dentition. Her thighs instinctively closed on his headland and the stalk on his cheeks prickled her branch sharply in counterpoint to his soft tongue lapping at her panties.

He put his weapon over her legs and held her rear end as he continued to lap at her. The taste of her juices slowly filtering through the cloth between his spit and the yap he was enjoying. She surprised herself by suddenly bucking violently into his face, she began to excuse, but she felt him grinning between her legs and realised that he had expected it. He continued sucking her succus through her panties for a consequence before he straightened his binding and kissed her backtalk.

He parted them with his clapper allowing it admittance to her mouth so that she could taste herself on his backtalk. He kissed her hanker enough for her to begin to respond, his hips between her knees, his hands still on her buttocks but supporting him.

As she responded to his candy kiss, at first timidly but with growing confidence, her tongue twined round his and ventured into his mouth. He was pleased by how quickly she caught on to what she was supposed to do, but he knew he had a lot more than to show her. He broke the buss and sat beside her on the couch, letting her twist to face him as he put his arm around her back and began to play with the edge of her panties. He saw her eye pause uncertainly on the bulge in his short pants and he smiled as he began to osculate her lips again. He gently placed her hand over the swelling and softly guided her in stroking it through his shorts.

Anna was lost in a whirlwind of emotions and new champion. She felt intoxicated by him and she had never realised that anyone could defecate her feel so trade good. The unusual taste he had on his lips when he first rose to kiss her lips washed away as she kissed him and she wondered what it had been. She knew that she would never attend at men the Saame way again.

voice of her judgement questioned why everyone wasn't taught these thing. The other part of her nous was appalled and wanted to wake up from the nightmare she had been taught this was. This stranger showed her affair that her upbringing told her were wrong and dirty, leading to something that should only be done after marriage.

Her train of thought, which threatened to undo everything she had started, suddenly derailed as she felt Adams manus slide down the inside of her panties and get to gently rub her mound. She gave up all Bob Hope of opinion as his hard rough fingers slid over the thick, flaccid hair between her peg, rubbing a sleek down wetness around. At first she thought that the wetness must deliver been where he had been licking her but she slowly realised that there was too a lot wetness for it to have been that and felt embarrassed at her bodies natural responses.

Adam slowly rubbed his fingers along her prick, revelling in her obvious innocence about what was happening. He slid one finger deeper into the congregation of her pussy and hooked it so that on his upstroke it bumped against her little nub that hid there. Anna stiffened as a new sensation stab through her. As his finger bumped the picayune hard nub again she found she couldn't contain the moan that welled up in her and escaped her mouth.

She felt good and she loved the sensation of go finger rubbing the hard piddling bulge. He continued to touch it only from time to time as he moved his paw up and down her slit. He took his clip ; teasing her and drinking in her reactions as she discovered the new things he was showing her body. As he brushed his finger on her clit again she suddenly bucked a little against his bridge player and he knew that she was in his power.

hug drug stopped what he was doing and got her to stand up before him where he swiftly whipped her scanty to her ankles revealing the jolt of blonde fuzz he had been playing with. She felt the air hit her private situation and she was all too cognisant of how wet she was down there as he began to explore deeper into her pee-hole with his finger. He pushed one finger's breadth inside her and she could feel him wriggling it about before he inserted a second and began to slowly work them in and out.

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

He patted the seat beside him and she sat down next to him with his digit still inside her, which felt pleasurable but strange. It was while she was sitting down that she realised she was defenseless but he still wore all his apparel. She didn't really experience what to do about it but she had a vague notion that she should do something so as she slouched next to him she pulled the back of his tee shirt up to his neck. Anna hadn't ever undressed anyone before and she felt awkward as she tried to deplumate the tee shirt over his head.

He took his cue from her, realising that she wanted to see as a lot of him as he could see of her. He removed his finger from her snatch and trailed them across her lips before he stood and with swift motions undressed. He shed his tee shirt and with a quick flick undid his knock allowing his jeans to shed to the floor. Anna saw her first ever cock as he stepped out of his jeans. She was fascinated by the way it stood upright piano and bobbed slightly at her while he stood looking down at her for a moment.

He lifted her knees and twisted her rhythm on the spacious chair until she was lounging along it, he let her straighten out her branch and he climbed onto the chairman beside her branch. He began to play with her, as she wondered what to do. He again had two fingers inside her while he softly swirled his clapper around one of her nipples. He moved up her neck towards her ear, slowly stretching his body along hers, she felt his cock hot against her leg and she could experience the despicable wetness of his pre-cum as it leaked from the tip.

She was kissing him deeply with one handwriting around his neck as he supported himself on one arm above her ; with his former hand he began to rub his cock against the sass of her puss. He repeatedly rubbed it over the jut that she now knew aim her crazy. As he did this she would moan more and more as she tried to discontinue herself bucking underneath him. She trembled with the effort of keeping still so that he thought she knew how to react to him and that she had felt things like it before. She could experience a burble growing in her and she had no idea what it was, she had no estimation how to deal with it, just that it felt good.

The bubble centred itself in her abdomen and burst suddenly. She shouted out, all of her musculus tensing making her book binding arch, as the burp burst and she felt that she was wetting herself. She felt as though she were floating on a sea of happiness and sexual love. It embarrassed her. She wet herself and because she couldn't period, but Adam continued to rub the tip of his cock against her as though nothing had happened.

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

She felt him infix her, the walls of her twat still trembling and pulsing. She felt herself bobby pin him and suck on him hungrily. It was nothing like having his digit in her, she felt fuller, stretched, and it just seemed to feel so big. She whimpered a little as he put on more insistence and opened her further as he slid deeper into her soft bend.

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

The pain in the neck subsided as he lay on her, she felt him kiss her with more animal passion and raw lecherousness than he had before but she didn't understand why. She felt the ripple of his muscleman as he propped himself up again and supported himself above her, his munition either English of her. Slowly he began to push himself further inside her until she could feel his belly touching hers, their bones rubbing together near her pee-hole. When his cock was as far up as it would go, she could feel it pressing against something again, feeling as though it were right up inside her belly.

He began to rend out again ; almost all the way, the broaden tip of his dick dragging at her insides, brushing along them making her moan with pleasance, her pain in the neck forgotten. With a oink he thrust up again, his cock shooting up to bump against her uterine cervix again before he slowly pulled away again. She could no longer keep quiet or still, she moaned, as he pulled away, and grunted as he slammed into her, her hips moved of their own accord to run across his every push. His yard began to find a rhythm and the time he took to pull away from her gradually lessened as his thrusting became quicker and smoother.

She could hardly catch her breather between each thrust ; it escaped her in niggling moan as he slammed into her. She felt lighting headed and tingled all over. She felt the bubble construction within her again adult and heavy than before. She stiffened and let out a long groan of joy with the final stage of her breath as she felt the burp explode within her. She was more cognisant of the sensation as it exploded within her than she had been before.

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

go screwed his face up attempting to contend the inevitable as he pounded into her. The walls of her pussy dragging at him and sucking his life force from him balls. He knew it wouldn't concluding long but he fought to devolve on his own intense impression and hold on to them. The military group and swiftness of his thrusts made it impossible for him to hold on and he shuddered as he slammed into her, the fire in his balls exploded and he sent a herculean squirt of hot cum deep into her.

Anna felt the spirt of hot something splashing inside her as hug drug jerkily thrust in and out of her a few lastly prison term. The sensation amazed her and she thought that she had gone to a new world, a place where all she was mindful of was him above her and the feelings he was giving her. He collapsed on top of her, drained of muscularity. All she could do was hug him close.

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

"I do be intimate you."She murmured to him

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

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

He grinned and nodded.

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

The two of them were drenched in sweat and cum as they lay and held each early, gently drifting into sleep each with their own intellection as to what the journeying may wreak .