Long way base

The Thomas Young woman struggled in her capturer's huge arms as he carried her along, letting off muffled motherfucker and shrieks which only grew more hysterical as she felt a incisive blow to her head, inflicted by the stringy man walking beside them. She was hit repeatedly, but it wasn't until she felt a blade pressed against her pharynx that she was cowed into silence.

"You'll keep that oral cavity shut if you know what's good for you,"the wiry man whispered threateningly into her ear, with a suspicious glimpse into the shadows around him. This was quite a find, one they didn't want to fall back to any of the early scavenger that frequented this orbit. Though he saw goose egg as he looked around, they were being watched.

Picking up their pace now that the girl had quieted, the men hurried on, continuing to roam stealthy glances into the empty threshold and broken windowpane they passed. For all their lastingness they were both thin out and gaunt, the sinewy arms of the one carrying the miss seemingly out of balance to his projection rib and hollow case. His shorter, wiry, companion was obviously stunted from lack of food, and there was a fell spark in his pass eyes. Both were wearing ragged wearing apparel, caked in dirt, and their hair and beards resembled nasty rat-tails, clumsily hacked off at the ends.

The fair sex, however, was obviously from a completely different world. In contrast to her captors, her treat form showed none of the evidence of malnutrition that theirs did : her limb were gently rounded, her frame filled out with soft, yielding figure. Her cutis was soft and her nails unplowed, her un-calloused hands suggesting a life of leisure time.

Her attire, 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 fountainhead cared for appearance. And another matter about her seemed out of place : she had a filthy rag tied around her principal, blinding her, and her mitt were bound behind her with electric cables which bit cruelly into her flesh.

Finally the men reached the old crumbling building in which they slept. They did not stop at the door but carried on through the star sign until they reached an isolated back way, where she was dropped unceremoniously into a box. Struggling to sit up with her arms bound so uncomfortably, she did n't hear the smaller man walk towards her, she flinched away, startled, as he grabbed at her read/write head to withdraw her blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the light she was struck by the hopelessness of her situation : even the smaller man was expectant than her, and both were far strong. The way had only one door and one lowly window close to the roof, both were closed and barred. She moaned in terror as she wondered what was going to happen to her.

She shied away as he reached for her again, lifting her to her feet and hauling her roughly around to face the wall so that he could untie her articulatio radiocarpea. His accomplice merely watched from his position by the door, grinning evilly at her every sob and flinch. Though her wrist were unbound, she was accorded no more freedom, as her wrist were tightly grasped and her arms twisted painfully into the pocket-sized of her book binding. In a fury of pain and terror she kicked frantically behind her, but he simply sidestepped her flailing and brought his cad viciously down on the position of her ankle until she cried out in pain. He laughed and removed his fundament as her battle cry subsided into helpless, choking sobs and she went limp in his arms. Swiftly he turned her to front him, and, maintaining his one-handed bobby pin on her wrists, brought his other arm up to apprehend her throat, stifling her cries.

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

He let go of her throat and articulatio radiocarpea and she doubled over, gasping for breath. Without warning he reached down to backhand her across one of her high zygomatic bone eliciting a breathless yelp of pain. He laughed again at her and gestured to his partner, who walked over to her, pulling her arm back behind her with a grip so tight she bruised, twisting them until she had no choice but to scramble to her feet. The foreman closed in on her again and she felt her stomach turning in disgust as he pressed his face against hers, inhaling her scent.

"Mmm, you smell nice."He murmured Sir Thomas More to himself than her as he ducked his head to roughly kiss her neck opening. His hands gripped her slender waist possessively, and as they started to cast downwards, she tried to lift a genu to catch him in the genital organ, but her desperate bid for freedom was thwarted as, sensing the drift, the man behind her squirm her weapon system more savagely behind her back making her shriek in infliction. The boss heard her and she could feel him smile against her neck, exposing his yellowing teeth, which he pressed savagely into her neck, splitting open the knife combat injury which had just begun to shut over. string of beads of blood welled up through the cut and pooled, trickling down her slender neck. Snakelike, he flicked out his tongue, tasting just a drop of her hot, red, blood.

"Mmm, you taste skillful too,"he laughed and stepped back a footling, then suddenly his hired man reached up, lightning fast, and before she knew what was happening he had wrenched apart her bankrupt trajectory wooing, exposing her bare breasts, flushed garden pink with terror, and the small white panties covering the finespun patch of haircloth between her legs. He stood a consequence admiring what he saw, as she ineffectually tried to give up her blazon, desperate to cover her near-nudity.

She was crying now, from pain, terror, and humiliation. Though she wanted zero more than to obliterate herself, the excruciating pressure sensation being applied to her munition gave her no pick but to curve her back, causing her bosom to stick out pertly in front of her. Even as they were grasped roughly, her arms were twisted harder still, so that, rather than flinching away from the unfamiliar hands on her breasts, she was forced to arch her back more and more, seeming to tender herself to the molestation. Chuckling slightly at this, the man cupped each of her breasts, then rubbed at her belittled fortunate tit until they began to run, her moans growing ever more than desperate as she felt a warmth Menachem Begin to make in the pit of her stomach in answer to his manipulation.

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 captor had apparently grown bored of his sportsman, and loosened his grip slightly, transferring both her slender wrist joint to one of his meaty hands, grasping a smattering of her hair with them, wrenching her head word back and exposing her still-bleeding cervix. He pressed close to her, and with his early hand, he reached in front of her, rubbing at the mound concealed beneath her panties.

With the painfulness in her weapon subsidence, she became increasingly cognisant of the sensations their tending were producing in her. The passion that had begun to ramp up at the gaffer'caress of her nipples was threatening to talk over as the new sense impression produced by the pugnacious rubbing of her mound made her feel febrile and oddly breathless.

Though the spirit coursing through her were increasingly pleasurable, and an countless advance on the blinding pain in the neck she had felt just minute before, she was feeling even more frantic. She wanted this to terminate. Now. She hated the sensations she was feeling, hated most of all how a good deal she was beginning to delight them in spite of herself. Hated the humiliating little jerks her hips made whenever the man behind her reached too deeply into her crotch, and the piddling bursts of pleasure this elicited, so vivid they were almost painful. Though inexperienced, she had heard the narration, whispered tales in the dark of teenage sleepovers after the light went out, the hideous, savage, carnal things that 'urbs'would do to the innocent they caught. She knew what was coming, what they wanted to do to her, and she prayed for some miracle to lay aside her.

Being a ruralist she had always been taught that the metropoles were violent and base. She hadn't ever really had any curiosity about them ; it had always been enough for her to know that they existed, though until this bit, in her heart, she had n't really believed the thing she 'd been told. In her shelter rural lifespan they had been no more real to her than the monsters under the bed, zero but laze childhood warnings of being sent to the urbs if she did n't carry. Even now, this all had a touch of unreality about it, everything had changed so fast since the clangoring, it all seemed like a dream.

She was jerked harshly back to the nowadays as the honcho used the sliver of metal he had threatened her with earlier to welt one of her bosom. The cut was thin but deep, and bled profusely as he hungrily licked at it, his tongue rough against her smoothen skin, slickness with her own blood. The sight and taste of her pedigree seemed to charge up him even more, and she trembled at the wild passion in his oculus. He began lap hungrily at her nipple as blood oozed slowly over it, now and again nipping her tender anatomy with his dentition, his hired hand still cupping her other breast, clutching it ever tighter in his abandon. He began to delineate the blade down her soft belly, slipping it beneath her panties and unreasoning brat rose in her again as she felt the blade pressed into her virtually arcanum position, its moth-eaten distinctness demanding entry. She shook with the effort of staying utterly still, paralysed by the leaf blade that was beginning to sour its way into her cunt.

Through her forgetful fear, she felt the gaffer jerk slightly as he licked her engorged pap, and the knife slipped out of her scanty as he went limp, falling away from her soundbox, though he made no sound except for a wet thud as he hit the floor. She opened her centre, which had been clenched tightly shut in her terror, and saw her miracle as he pulled a foresightful knife out of the boss'back.

The strapper also saw him at the same instant and snatched his hand away from the young womanhood's panties as the party boss slid to the level. The Cy Young man that stood before them with the dead boss at his understructure seemed an unlikely hero. He was boney and dirty like the other too but younger. He wore chip of clothing, a tattered tee shirt, and some filthy shorts that could once have been cut from a twain of jeans.

He smiled at the strapper who threw the woman at him and dived for the sliver of metal the boss had held. The young bomber blocked the stumbling girl and threw her aside with one arm, his desolate foundation coming up under the bull chin as he snatched up the sliver of metallic element. The bruiser's headland snapped back and the vernal hero pressed his advantage, slashing at the bull's eyes. The bruiser dodged and swung a leg round to catch the boy's leg ; the boy went down in a heap.

The bruiser lashed out with the sliver of metal adding a new rent to the ill-gotten tee shirt. The Young hoagie reacted like lightning, bringing his own leg up and over the bruisers arm, using the weight to roll himself over, under the bull arm so he couldn't bring the sliver of alloy to bear. As he rolled over, the untried Hero slashed the bruisers arm with the tongue and brought it round into the mans temple. He suffered a slash on his own arm for it as the strapper tried to stymie but the stab bit recondite and the bull crumpled in cramp, his consistency jerking and vellication as he died.

The Cy Young man spun to face the girl as she tried to pull the tatters of her leap suit around her. He smiled in a sonant way than he had smiled at the bruiser and advanced on her with the knife still held in his bridge player. She tried to endorse away from him but found herself backed into a wall. He made a swift grab, which she tried to avoid, but he caught hold of her startle lawsuit and hauled her in like a netted animal.

Using the knife he made short work of reducing the jumpsuit to rally. Leaving her with the foot pieces as shoes, he wound the eternal rest up into a quick bundle. Then he went over the men to see if they had anything utilitarian. He hastily stashed everything together in one sheaf for gentle carriage and thrust it at the young woman before he began to facilitate the door open.

With the door open a little way he poked his head word out nervously and looked around in a Swift coup d'oeil. He grabbed her wrist, thrust the threshold open air and dragged her out, constantly pulling her faster as she flopped along in the the boot of her startle suit. They were soon dashing from back to report working their way through the building. After they had made various quickly sprint across wide out-of-doors distance, the young lady tried to wrench her arm free of the male child grasp but he didn't let go, he only gave her a severe look.

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

He simply looked at her with bother and motioned her to be serenity 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 utter 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 pause to allow her to gather her breath, she assumed, he led her on again, finally dashing into a large hole in the ground, down into the dark. She wondered where he was taking her and tried to hang back but his grip on her carpus was instant and he didn't turn over her much choice about descending into the gloom.

When they were safely in the gloominess the young man stopped and fumbled about without letting go of her wrist. A moment later a luminosity flared in the darkness and she recognised an old manner molecule torch lighting their way. The young man held the knife in his mouth as he swung the thick handle of the atom woolly mullein around flicking the beam from shadow to dwarf before he stepped out again leading her onwards.

She was thankful that he no longer ran, though he kept her to a full walking yard as they descended Lucy Stone gradation further into the nighttime, which settled like a blanket around them, pierced only by the glare of the blowlamp. At the merchant ship of the steps a wide area was hollowed out of the priming. Some form of Harlan Fiske Stone made a platform before the storey dropped another few substructure to another stage where unusual metal balance beam ran along a tunnel to either side.

The young man took her to the sharpness of the Lucy Stone platform and nudged her to alternate down with him. She landed awkwardly, one of her ankles twisting painfully on a metal radio beam. He didn't permit her meter to fuss over it, he again silenced her when she began to groan and led her swiftly along the beams until they reached an area where more beams crossed the single they were following.

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

They seemed to walk a long time in the dark, though she knew it couldn't have been very long before they stopped. He let go of her helping hand and she heard him moving about, the sound seeming to displace away from her before it stopped altogether. For a tenacious present moment she held her breath thought process that her rescuer had deserted her. She almost screamed when she felt a hand on her waist.

pushing her gently on and guiding her, another hand took the other side of her shank and she almost felt like she was floating as the hands guided her with aristocratical pressure. The hands stopped her and gently turned her around before pushing her backwards and down. She sat suddenly in the soft faintly rustling chairwoman, her cubital joint 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 movement. She began to enquire why she had been brought here, but opted for secrecy remembering the abrasive smell and silencing fingers she had been given before, when she had tried to speak. Spark flew not far from her, making her jump before something watch flame and a tent of balmy firelight replaced the darkness.

"You can speak now."The Edward Young mans representative was soft but deep, an easy phonation to mind to she thought.

"Who are you ?"she demanded first

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

"Where are we ?"

"This is my space. I would wish to know what you are doing around these persona though."

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

"Got lost from ?"

"The early side of town."cristal laughed a inadequate bark of derisive laughter.

"hoot, that lie was worth saving you for, just for the laughter. You should pick up to lie better."

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

"You are lying, first that cloth never came from any metropolis I know of, 2nd, you dress too well for any city person and third you smell too nice to be from the city. Want me to continue ?"

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

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

She looked at him while the firelight flickered on his grimace, as he squatted side by side to the fire, and was pleased to see that he wasn't worried with her, merely amused. Her eyes followed the flickering visible radiation as it danced around him and realised that her optic kept drawing themselves to his genital organ. She blushed prettily and tore her centre away to look at the story again.

"I'm from Aria 51."She looked up at his face again and saw he wasn't surprised, his eyes held hers as her visual sense began to blear with tears at the cerebration 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 look in her work force and began to cry quietly.

She nearly jumped out of the chairwoman as she felt his arm go round her shoulder comfortingly. She hadn't heard him move but his arm supported her as she wept. She snuggled into him feeling strangely at domicile as she cried, though, she was also mindful of the electricity his touch sent through her.

She could feel where his dirty tee shirt ended and his bare brownish arm started as it curved around her bare shoulders. She could listen the reassuring regular metre of his heart as her head leaned against his chest of drawers she could also hear the air in his lungs as he breathed.

Slowly she stopped crying and her rent dried. She was well-situated in his arms so she didn't move. The warmth of his arm keeping the chill away from her back as the flak kept it at bay from the nominal head. She felt him softly rubbing his face against her lenient hair and lightly kissing the top of her head. His fingers traced a small intricate pattern on her arm and she felt shivers run though her that had aught to do with the temperature.

She moved her fountainhead half expecting him to release her but he didn't. He maintained his gentle hold of her as she put her head more on his shoulder joint than his dresser. She put her arm around him without thought and returned his hug. He rubbed his cheek on her cushy hair until she was easy then he resumed his soft kisses, kissing her os frontale delicately. She raised her face until her rim met his in her first kiss.

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

"I can't look after you for very long, I'll helper you get those bruises sorted then I'll take you to someone who can face after you comfortably, she'll help you get along here if you'll work."

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

"Yea, She'll impart you operate and aid you pay your way till you're set up here."

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

"And how do you think that you'll get house ? 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 indorsement out there. You would need someone to take you and no one will, you have nothing to make it worth their while."

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

"No, no princess, I'm not going to take you all that way just on promise. This is the metropolis ; zilch here is free. Your best selection I can see is to appease in the city and earn 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 gyp in his smooth words."My kinsperson loves me, they will be glad to have me back."

"Really ?"His vocalisation remained low and somehow she found it much more menacing than if he had shouted at her"How do you recollect you will get there ? You have nothing to pay with, you don't even have the wearing apparel on your rachis to swop for a bite of food, you have zip and are zippo princess."

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

"I offered my assistant ; mother Maria will help you more than than I will."

She was about to exclaim at him again when he held up a hand to quieten her and she saw his hired hand glide round his bash and slowly draw his tongue. She took a breath to question him and he silenced her with a brilliance that she barely saw in the gloom. He moved silently and she saw him throw a cover over the fervidness, which smothered and died leaving her in lurch black. Time stretched and she heard nothing except the drip of water somewhere and a faint, regular close call. She had no mind what he had heard that worried him so much.

She stumbled across the room in the darkness towards the squeak banging into the rampart and working her way along it until she found the doorway, with a hand on the bulwark she followed the tunnel from the doorway as it wound stave and suddenly she could see Light Within and get word voices. A mitt slipped over her mouthpiece and she felt the sharp edge of a knife at her throat.

"Bring them down on me and I'll kill you myself."hug drug hissed almost silently in her ear.

She nodded silently and the knife left her throat, he pulled her to the ground making her as diminished as possible to head off detection. It took a long time for the voices and the brightness level to pass. She didn't like the sound of the voices at all ; she knew that Adam was saving her yet again from something she didn't understand. He held her there for a foresighted sentence after the voices had stopped echoing back to them. He roughly led her back to the dark room without the aid of Christ Within or touch. In the room, he shoved her down into the chair while he lit the fire again.

Once the fire was alight and the way was tender again he paced the base looking at her occasionally as though he were trying to resolve what to do with her.

"What was all that about ?"She asked quietly, cognizant that he was enervate

"Someone must receive seen us come in 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 nil though. I haven't got anything, flavor 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 ? tinker's damn but you rural's are so thick…"he strode across the way as he spoke until he was standing over her."This."

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

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

"Too bloody decent I want it but not that a good deal, I can afford it when I want it."A silence developed while the flame 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 sentiment to see if he understood her meaning correctly.

"You know, be together. spend metre together, live together maybe even."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again he was the one to break the osculation, he turned away from her reluctantly and made his way to the other incline of the elbow 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 state and a dingy scrap of rag.

"Not too much I can do for those gash. They'll heal but its trump to strip them anyway."He said as he began to promote her gently back down onto the couch.

Upending the feeding bottle onto the cloth he made a damp pad with the liquid state, which he then used to start gently wiping her stinger and mark. The liquid stung and bit like fire at the wounding as he cleaned them. She enjoyed feeling the lenient rasp the fabric made on her skin. As he wiped some of the cut of meat the feel that she had when the other men had her began to return.

As he stroked the fabric over the cut on her titty, her nipples began to harden and stand up despite the sting of the medicine he was using. He couldn't fail to find what was happening to her though he tried to ignore it. She took his head in her deal and made him attend her in the eye.

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

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

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

"I don't even know your public figure though."He laughed slightly, playing for prison term as he tried to pick out a path.

"Anna."

"That's a prissy name."His voice was a little husky as he absently rubbed one of her teat between his thumb and finger. He realised he was already reaching a decision that he would probably rue, but he had to make field to her the terms of the bargain."You realise there will be no going back don't you ?"

"What do you stand for ?"she demanded explosively."No going family ?"She was surprised.

"No. Once we've agreed the raft, you will go to me until I get you home. You won't be able to say no, or say something is wrong, or call off the stack or anything. If I want you, you take it. You do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. read ?"

She considered his words for a here and now before she nodded.

He carefully capped the bottle and put it under the border of the couch where it would be rubber. He then gently spread her branch before him as he knelt in front line of her. This gave him a perfect view of her step-in, which he found highly erotic.

He had never really considered before just how titillating hiding something could be. All the cleaning woman he had known before hid petty, or nothing, with clothes. He pulled her forward in the chair a bit so that she slouched, then he lowered his face into her genitals. He kissed the insides of her thighs with candy kiss so soft and delicate she almost wondered if they were real.

She caught her breathing place in pleasure as he softly kissed what she had always been taught was her private parts through her scanty. He kissed her softly at first, exploring her mound with his back talk. He could smell the frowsty scent 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 aroma. Her scent invigorated him, driving him dotty 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 lingua up one lip and down the other, occasionally exploring the gap between them through her panties, which were soon soaked with his spit. He probed harder with his lingua, pushing the material of her step-in between her lips and pulling it out again with his teeth. Her thighs instinctively closed on his head and the stubble on his cheeks prickled her legs sharply in counterpoint to his flaccid knife imbrication at her panties.

He put his blazonry over her branch and held her buttocks as he continued to lap at her. The gustation of her succus slowly filtering through the material between his tongue and the hole he was enjoying. She surprised herself by suddenly bucking violently into his font, she began to apologise, but she felt him grinning between her legs and realised that he had expected it. He continued sucking her juices through her panties for a second before he straightened his spine and kissed her back talk.

He parted them with his natural language allowing it entree to her rima oris so that she could taste herself on his brim. He kissed her long enough for her to begin to respond, his pelvic arch between her knees, his hands still on her buttocks but supporting him.

As she responded to his kiss, at first off timidly but with growing trust, her lingua 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 to a greater extent to designate her. He broke the kiss and sat beside her on the sofa, letting her winding to face him as he put his arm around her back and began to play with the bound of her panty. He saw her eyes pause uncertainly on the jut in his shorts and he smiled as he began to kiss her lips again. He gently placed her hand over the jut and softly guided her in stroking it through his shorts.

Anna was lost in a whirlwind of emotions and new sensations. She felt intoxicated by him and she had never realised that anyone could do her flavor so commodity. The foreign taste he had on his backtalk when he first rose to kiss her back talk washed away as she kissed him and she wondered what it had been. She knew that she would never calculate at men the like way again.

Part of her mind questioned why everyone wasn't taught these things. The other part of her intellect was appalled and wanted to stir up up from the nightmare she had been taught this was. This stranger showed her things that her fostering told her were improper and dirty, leading to something that should only be done after marriage.

Her train of persuasion, which threatened to loosen everything she had started, suddenly derailed as she felt disco biscuit hand slide down the inside of her panties and begin to gently rub her mound. She gave up all Bob Hope of thought as his hard rasping finger slid over the midst, soft hair between her legs, rubbing a knavish wetness around. At first she thought that the wetness must have been where he had been licking her but she slowly realised that there was too very much wetness for it to have been that and felt embarrassed at her soundbox natural responses.

Adam slowly rubbed his fingers along her cunt, revelling in her obvious innocence about what was happening. He slid one finger's breadth deeper into the sheepfold 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 slam through her. As his finger's breadth bumped the little knockout nub again she found she couldn't contain the groan that welled up in her and escaped her mouth.

She felt just and she loved the sentiency of go finger rubbing the hard picayune protrusion. He continued to touch it only from time to fourth dimension as he moved his manus up and down her slit. He took his time ; 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 clitoris again she suddenly bucked a little against his mitt and he knew that she was in his power.

Adam stopped what he was doing and got her to stand up before him where he swiftly whipped her panties to her articulatio talocruralis revealing the shock of blonde hairsbreadth he had been playing with. She felt the air hit her private situation and she was all too aware of how wet she was down there as he began to explore deeper into her pee-hole with his fingers. He pushed one finger 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 Buckminster Fuller as his fingers brushed the interior of her tunnel.

He patted the hindquarters beside him and she sat down side by side to him with his finger's breadth still inside her, which felt pleasurable but foreign. It was while she was sitting down that she realised she was bare but he still wore all his dress. She didn't really recognise what to do about it but she had a wispy opinion that she should do something so as she slouched next to him she pulled the backrest of his tee shirt up to his neck. Anna hadn't ever undressed anyone before and she felt awkward as she tried to rip the tee shirt over his head.

He took his cue from her, realising that she wanted to see as a great deal of him as he could see of her. He removed his fingers from her snatch and trailed them across her lips before he stood and with swift movement undressed. He shed his tee shirt and with a quick flick undid his smash allowing his jeans to drop to the story. Anna saw her first-class honours degree ever cock as he stepped out of his jeans. She was fascinated by the way it stood upright and bobbed slightly at her while he stood looking down at her for a moment.

He lifted her knees and twisted her turn on the wide chair until she was lounging along it, he let her square away her legs and he climbed onto the professorship beside her peg. He began to act with her, as she wondered what to do. He again had two fingers inside her while he softly swirled his lingua around one of her nipples. He moved up her cervix towards her ear, slowly stretching his consistency along hers, she felt his cock hot against her leg and she could feel the unworthy wetness of his pre-cum as it leaked from the tip.

She was kissing him deeply with one hand around his neck as he supported himself on one arm above her ; with his other hired man he began to rub his pecker against the brim of her pussy. He repeatedly rubbed it over the gibbosity that she now knew drove her crazy. As he did this she would moan more and more as she tried to stop herself bucking underneath him. She trembled with the effort of keeping still so that he thought she knew how to respond to him and that she had felt affair like it before. She could palpate a guggle growing in her and she had no idea what it was, she had no musical theme how to deal with it, just that it felt good.

The bubble centred itself in her paunch and burst suddenly. She shouted out, all of her muscular tissue tensing making her back arch, as the eruct volley and she felt that she was wetting herself. She felt as though she were floating on a sea of felicity and dear. It embarrassed her. She wet herself and because she couldn't stop, but Adam continued to rub the tip of his cock against her as though nothing had happened.

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

She felt him recruit her, the wall of her pussy still trembling and pulsing. She felt herself grip him and suck on him hungrily. It was zilch like having his fingers in her, she felt fuller, stretched, and it just seemed to find so big. She whimpered a petty as he put on more pressure and opened her further as he slid deeper into her soft congregation.

He stopped at a barrier inside her, amazed that it was there. She felt him pushing on something inside her and she couldn't hold back her body from responding to him. She bucked violently and screamed in bother as his rooster ripped through the roadblock and slew late inside her. He lay on top of her for a moment as she breathed heavily and began to cry, fearing that she had done something wrong. The pain in the ass inside her wasn't really that bad but she felt wide-cut 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 subsided as he lay on her, she felt him kiss her with more animal warmth and raw lustfulness than he had before but she didn't understand why. She felt the wavelet of his muscles as he propped himself up again and supported himself above her, his coat of arms either side of meat of her. Slowly he began to push himself further inside her until she could experience his belly touching hers, their pearl rubbing together near her pee-hole. When his prick 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 pull in out again ; almost all the way, the broaden tip of his hammer dragging at her insides, brushing along them making her moan with pleasance, her pain forgotten. With a grunt he thrust up again, his cock shooting up to dislodge against her cervix again before he slowly pulled away again. She could no longer preserve lull or still, she moaned, as he pulled away, and grunted as he slammed into her, her hips moved of their own accord to get together his every thrust. His yard began to find a regular recurrence and the meter he took to take out away from her gradually lessened as his thrusts became quicker and smoother.

She could hardly pick up her breath between each push ; it escaped her in piddling moans as he slammed into her. She felt light headed and tingled all over. She felt the ripple edifice within her again bigger and voiceless than before. She stiffened and let out a long groan of pleasure with the net of her breath as she felt the guggle explode within her. She was more cognisant of the sensation as it exploded within her than she had been before.

She felt her interior chew and grip on Adam, milking his stopcock. She could feel every gibbosity and furrow on what was inside her, she could feel herself trying to pee but with him gourmandize pie-eyed inside her she knew she couldn't, she felt him slam into her harder and harder picking up more speed, as she felt dizzy.

Adam screwed his face up attempting to fight the inevitable as he pounded into her. The walls of her pussy dragging at him and sucking his life force from him orchis. He knew it wouldn't endure long but he fought to ride his own intense smell and carry on to them. The force and amphetamine of his thrusts made it impossible for him to oblige on and he shuddered as he slammed into her, the fervidness in his balls exploded and he sent a knock-down spurt of hot cum deep into her.

Anna felt the spurts of hot something splashing inside her as Adam jerkily thrust in and out of her a few live on times. 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 belief he was giving her. He collapsed on top of her, drained of Energy. All she could do was hug him close.

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

"I do make love you."She murmured to him

"You don't creative thinker 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 other, gently drifting into sopor each with their own thought process as to what the journey may institute .