I'd crept home after an hour or so lurking in the park and had a good night's sleep. Waking to the morning sun, I wondered what the day would bring. Had Carole told the monk about the phone call? If he thought that the police were on to him... recalling the man spying through my lounge window, I knew that it was futile trying to speculate. Trying not to think about him, or Carole, the monk and nunnery, I slipped out of bed and walked through the hall. Noticing an envelope on the doormat, I picked it up.
Ripping the envelope open, I read the scrawled words. "We know where you are. And we'll be coming for you." Screwing the letter up, I went into the kitchen and threw it into the bin. Carole obviously didn't believe Steve when he'd told her that I'd not moved into the flat. Perhaps she'd seen me coming and going. "We'll be coming for you," I sighed, making a cup of coffee. A sudden realization hit me. I'd not told anyone about the nunnery, the dungeon, the sexual abuse. If I was taken back, no one would know anything and I'd be back to square one.
Grabbing a pen and notepad. I listed every event at the nunnery, told the whole story. Sealing it in an envelope, I addressed it to Moorhampton police station. They might think that it was from a crank, but they'd have to look into it, investigate my claims. Making some toast, I hurriedly ate my breakfast and dressed. Before I did anything, I had to post the letter. It was my insurance, I mused, walking down the road in my red mini-dress. My letter mentioned the tunnel, the dungeon, Carole, the Mother and the monk... hoping that I'd left nothing out, I bought a stamp from the corner shop and slipped the envelope into the post box. Thank God for that, I thought, breathing a sigh of relief. I should have written to the police sooner, but at least it was done now.
"Hi," someone called from across the road.
"Oh, hi," I smiled as the train guard walked towards me.
"I was on my way to see you."
"I... I didn't take the flat," I lied as we walked along the road.
"Oh, why's that?"
"I couldn't afford it. Didn't the landlord ring you? He said he was going to."
"No, I've not heard from him. Mind you, I've been doing overtime so I probably missed the call. I'm glad I bumped into you. I might have lost touch with you."
"I'm sure we'd have met on the train at some time or other."
"I didn't get your name. I'm Derek."
"I'm Crystal."
"Nice name. A friend of mine would like to meet you, if you get my meaning? I don't know whether you..."
"I understand," I murmured as we approached the park.
"I told him about you and he'd like to see you regularly. Where do you live? Did you find another flat?"
"Er... no, not yet. I've been staying with a friend."
"Oh, right. Do you do home visits? If I can put it that way?"
"Yes, of course," I replied as we walked across the park and sat on a bench. Was this a trick?
"I could get you quite a few clients."
"You're not into pimping, are you?" I laughed.
"No, no. I just know some people who would appreciate your line of work. I'll give my mate a call now," he said, taking his mobile from his pocket. "If that's OK?"
"Yes, that's OK."
Looking around the park as he talked to his friend, I wondered whether to trust him or not. I'd learned to trust no one, but I did need some regular clients. He'd told Carole about me in his innocence, I reflected. He'd now known who I was, or of my connection with the nunnery. I doubted that he knew anything about the nunnery. Carole wouldn't go gabbing to anyone and everyone about the monk and the dungeon.
"Are you free now?" he asked. "My mate could meet you here."
"Er... I suppose so," I replied.
"OK in the woods over there?" He nodded towards the trees. "He could be here in ten minutes or so."
"Yes, yes fine," I smiled.
Telling his friend that the arrangement was OK, he slipped his phone into his pocket. "He's on his way," he said. "Let's go into the woods and wait for him. Don't worry, once I've introduced you, I'll clear off."
Following him to the trees, I again wondered whether this was a trick. He seemed genuine enough, I thought as we entered a small clearing. Dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt, he wasn't bad looking. Wondering whether he'd pay for a quick blowjob while we waited for his friend, I felt a little easier. He would be setting me up, I was sure. After all, he was a client of mine. He wouldn't jeopardize our relationship, would he? Sitting on a log, I wondered whether to mention Carole. It was probably best not to, I decided as I heard someone tramping through the woods. This was it, I mused. Another client, and more money.
"Here," the guard called.
"Hi," a young man grinned, entering the clearing.
"Alan, this is Crystal."
"Pleased to meet you, Crystal. I'm looking for a regular girl. Say, once a week."
"You've found her," I smiled, gazing into his dark eyes.
"I'll leave you to get down to business," Derek said. "When you find a place, leave your address at Moorhampton station. I'd like to become a regular, too."
"OK, and thanks," I said as he disappeared into the bushes. "So, Alan, what are you into?"
"Just straight sex," he replied, joining me on the log. "How about starting off by stripping?"
"No problem." Leaping to my feet, I stood in the middle of the clearing. "Fifty pounds," I smiled, not really sure what to charge. I made a mental note to draw up a price list. "And it'll be worth every penny."
"I'm sure it will. "He took the notes from his pocket and slipped them into my handbag. "OK, off you go."
Slipping my shoes off, I pulled my dress over my head and displayed the curves and crevices of my teenage body. As I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, it wasn't much of a striptease act. He gazed longingly at the hairless lips of my young pussy, the wet crack of my vagina, as I ran my hands over the firm mounds of my breasts. This was easy money, I thought for the umpteenth time, tweaking my nipples to stiffen them. Fifty pounds for a quick fuck in the woods? I'd be rolling in cash before long, I was sure as I ran my fingers up my inner thighs and parted the puffy lips of my naked pussy. My client gazed wide-eyed at the pink folds nestling within my gaping sex crack, the milky fluid trickling from the entrance to my lust sheath. My stomach somersaulting as I imagined the man's cock shafting my young cunt, my clitoris swelling, I was ready to be fucked.
"Lie on the ground," he said, slipping of the log.
"Anything you say," I grinned, lying on my back with my limbs spread.
"You have a beautiful body," he observed, kneeling beside me and running his fingertips around my erect nipples. "It's a shame I won't be able to enjoy it."
"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning as him. "I'm all yours."
"That's the problem. You're not all mine."
"I don't understand," I said, propping myself up on my elbows. "You've paid me, so..."
"You belong to the people at the nunnery."
"The nunnery?" I echoed fearfully. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't you?"
"What nunnery?"
"My nunnery," the monk grinned as he emerged from the bushes accompanied by two young men. "We've come to take you home, Mary."
"No!" I screamed, trying to get up and run.
"Now, now," the monk said, pinning me down with his foot. "Calm down and I'll tell you what we're going to do."
"You leave me alone," I hissed as the young men dropped to their knees and mauled my naked body, running their hands over my fleshy vaginal lips, my teenage breasts.
"We'll give you a damned good thrashing before we take you home, Mary," the monk chuckled, snapping a branch off a bush. "You want to go home, don't you?"
"Never," I spat as the men rolled me onto my stomach and spread my limbs.
"Carole did a good job. She found out where you were staying and..."
"And I've told the police about her," I said. "They know about you, that fat slag, the dungeon..."
"We thought you might do something stupid like that. The nunnery is open to anyone and everyone. The police are more than welcome to come and have a look round. They'll find nothing suspicious. On the contrary, they'll find a well-run nunnery. By the way; when I said we were taking you home I didn't mean to the nunnery. You have a new home to go to, Mary. It's a fully-equipped basement. Whips, chains, handcuffs, vibrators... you'll love it, I'm sure. OK, hold her tight."
The branch swishing through the air and flailing the rounded cheeks of my bottom with a loud crack, I screamed and writhed. Again, the branch lashed my stinging buttocks, the monk's chuckles resounding throughout the woods as the men held me down. Biting my lips, my eyes squeezed shut, I jolted every time the branch landed across the burning cheeks of my naked bottom. I couldn't understand why I'd been such a fool. I'd known that Carole was onto me. The man lurking on the doorstep, peering into my lounge... I should have realized that this was a set up.
"Open her arse up," the monk said, momentarily halting the thrashing. I felt the orbs of my bottom being yanked apart, the sensitive flesh within my anal crease exposed. "Wider," he ordered the men. My buttocks painfully stretched apart, I grimaced. I couldn't take any more. I'd escaped, found freedom and a life, had a good income... and now I was at the monk's mercy with nothing to look forward to other than imprisonment and sexual abuse. I had to fight while I had the opportunity. Once I was chained in a basement, I'd have no chance of escaping. There was nothing I could do while pinned to the ground. The monk would have a car nearby. I'd have the opportunity to run before I was bundled into a car.
The rough leaves of the branch lashing the flesh within my pawning anal gully, I again screamed out. My thighs held wide apart, the crack of my vagina exposed, I buried my face in the grass as the branch swiped the bulging lips of my young pussy. Again and again, the leaves lashed the brown tissue of my burning anus, flailed the sensitive flesh of my outer labia. I should have moved out of the flat the minute I'd seen Carole sniffing around. I should have...
"That'll do for starters," the monk said, halting the gruelling thrashing. "We'd better get her back before someone comes."
"Just let me do her arse, first," one of the men said eagerly.
"There's no time. Carole's waiting in the basement for the girl. I have to get back to the nunnery and..."
"There's time to fuck her arse," the man persisted.
"All right, but be quick about it," the monk finally conceded.
The burning globes of my stinging bottom held wide open, my anus exposed, I could feel someone moving between my thighs. A tongue licked my gaping arsehole, wetting the brown tissue in readiness for anal sex. My buttocks pulled further apart, the entrance to my bowels stretched open to capacity, I grimaced. The bulb of a solid penis pressed hard against my anal mouth, trying to gain entry to my rectal throat as the men chuckled. I wasn't bothered about an arse-fucking; it was nothing new to me. My cunt, my rectum... they were holes to be fucked and spunked. My fear was the basement, the torture chamber.
The knob suddenly sucked into my rectal duct, I gasped with the bloating sensation. The shaft entering me, gliding into my spasming sheath, I knew that this was the beginning of a life of sexual debauchery in the hands of the cruel monk. The huge cock fucking my tight arse, I breathed in the scent of the grass as my audience watched the crude act. Again, I cursed myself for being so naive. I'd had freedom, and blown it away. At least I'd written to the police, I reflected as my naked body repeatedly jolted with the anal fucking.
The man behind me ramming his knob deep into my bowels, my anal tissue rolling back and forth along his rock-hard shaft, I listened to the lewd comments of the onlookers as the man announced that he was coming. I could feel his sperm, pumping, gushing, filling, flooding my inner core. The pistoning cock eased by the creamy lubricant, the man fucked me faster, harder. Repeatedly thrusting his orgasming knob in and out of my inflamed anal portal, draining his swinging balls, he finally collapsed over my naked body.
"Right," the monk said. "You've had your fun, now let's get the slut into the van."
"I think he went this way," a woman called.
"That bloody dog's more trouble than he's worth," returned a man.
"I said that we should have got out of here," the monk whispered as the men leaped to their feet.
"Help!" I screamed. "Please, help me!"
My captors fleeing, dashing through the undergrowth like frightened rabbits, I grabbed my dress and pulled it over my head. Slipping into my shoes as I stood up, I brushed my long blonde hair back with my fingers and grabbed my bag. I could hardly believe my luck as I left the clearing, dashing through the woods to the park. The sun shining, I breathed in the fresh air of freedom as I walked across the grass to the road. There was no sign of the monk and his evil friends. But they'd try to get me again, I knew. What was I going to do? Where would I go? I had to get off the street, that was certain.
Slipping into a café, I ordered a cup of coffee and sat at a table by the window. It was ironic, I mused, opening my bag to pay the waitress. I'd been arse fucked by one of my captors, but had made fifty pounds. My buttocks stinging like hell as I paid for my coffee, I moved uneasily on my chair, wondering whether to book in at a hotel until I'd decided what to do. If the monk had been telling the truth and the nunnery had been cleared of all incriminating evidence, then the police would find nothing and think my letter had been written by a crank.
Sipping my coffee, I decided to forget about the flat and move to another town. If I stayed put then, no matter what happened to the monk or the nunnery, Carole would always be around. Living a few streets away she'd make my life hell, I knew. I'd bump into her wherever I went, and I didn't want that. Apart from that, I'd never be able to trust my clients. I'd not know whether they'd been sent by Carole or the Mother or... my decision made, I finished my coffee and walked towards my flat. I had to grab the few possessions I'd accrued, and the money I'd made. Returning to the flat would be risky, but I wasn't going to get far on fifty pounds.
Letting myself in, I half expected to find the monk waiting for me as I entered the lounge. There was no one around, so I gathered the few clothes I had and stuffed them into a carrier bag. Grabbing my cash, I took my supplies from the kitchen, filling a bin-liner with what food I had. I'd let Steve down, I knew as I looked about the flat. But I had no choice. Once I'd got myself settled again, I'd send him some money. Leaving the keys on the kitchen table, I was about to leave when someone tapped on my door. My hands trembling, I froze. Had the monk seen me enter the house? Had Carole been keeping watch and called him?
"Mary, it's Steve," the landlord called. Breathing a sigh of relief, I opened the door. "I saw you come in," he smiled. "I wondered whether... are you all right? You look as though you've seen a ghost."
"I'm fine," I replied.
"Are you going away?" he asked, noticing the carrier bag and bin-liner on the floor.
"I... Steve, I'm afraid that I can't stay here," I confessed. "Someone from my past has caught up with me."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Where will you go?"
"I don't know. Another town, I suppose."
"I don't know what or who you're running away from, but I might be able to help."
"Oh?"
"I have another flat."
"I can't stay in this town, Steve."
"No, no. It's in Milldown Village, about ten miles from here. It's not a small village. In fact, it's more of a small town. It's a nice flat, newly decorated and..."
"I'll take it," I grinned, grabbing my bag. "Er... any chance of you driving me there."
"Of course," he grinned, taking the bin-liner. "And I'll make sure that we're not followed," he added with a chuckle.
I couldn't see anyone lurking as we walked out to Steve's car. As he pulled away, I relaxed and breathed easily. Embarking on yet another new start, I swore to get it right this time. Only Steve knew my address, and I didn't think for one minute that he'd go telling anyone. I'd carry on making money from selling my young body, but I'd choose my clients carefully. Picking young men up in pubs wasn't the thing to do. I had no idea how or where I'd find clients, but I'd work something out.
As we reached the village, I looked out of the window at the row of shops. Steve was right, it was more like a small town. I was grateful to him for taking me under his wing. Knowing that I was young and in some sort of trouble, perhaps he thought that he'd take on the father figure. I didn't suppose he'd think too highly of me if he discovered that I was a prostitute. I'd have to make sure that he never found out, I mused as we pulled up outside a small cottage on the outskirts of the village.
"Where's the flat?" I asked as we got out of the car.
"Did I say, flat?" he smiled, walking up the garden path. "Sorry, I meant, cottage."
"But... I thought..." I stammered as he opened the front door. "Steve, I can't afford this."
"You don't know what the rent is, so how can you say that? OK, this is the lounge. Telephone, TV, hi-fi... two bedrooms upstairs, bathroom with shower. New kitchen and..."
"How much, Steve?"
"Do you like the place?"
"Yes, of course I do. But how much is it?"
"Same as the other place."
"I don't believe you."
"Well, I can't help that. By the way, what's your name?"
"You know my name. It's Mary."
"Never heard of the girl. So, you are?"
"Er... Sue, Sue Gardner."
"OK, Sue. I hope you're happy here. I have to get back, so I'll leave you to settle in."
"Right," I beamed as he passed me the keys.
"I'll call from time to time."
"Yes, thanks."
I couldn't believe my luck as he drove off. Opening the backdoor, I stepped out into the beautiful garden. I was Sue Gardner. No one knew me; no one knew anything about me. I'd never return to Moorhampton, I decided. Determined to keep my true identity secret, I again thought about dying my hair. Making a cup of coffee, I pondered on my new look. Black hair tied up in a bun, longish skirts, flat shoes... the librarian type, I chuckled inwardly. Librarian by day, nymphomaniac prostitute by night.
Wandering down the road to the shops, I went into the chemist and not only bought some black hair dye but a pair of lightly-tinted sunglasses. In a charity shop, I found a couple of long skirts and a pair of black flat-soled shoes. By the time I'd finished, even my own mother wouldn't recognize me. Thinking about my mother as I walked home, I felt guilty for not contacting her. I'd been afraid to phone in case my stepfather had answered. Wondering whether to write to her, posting the letter in a town at least thirty miles or more away, I finally arrived at the cottage and prepared for the transformation.
After an hour, I looked in the dressing table mirror at Sue Gardner. Black hair, white blouse buttoned to the neck... I could hardly believe the transformation. I'd changed completely, taken on a new identity that really would fool my mother. I felt so confident that I reckoned I could even go into Moorhampton. I wasn't going to risk it, of course. As the evening drew nearer, I decided to go to one of the local pubs. I had to get to know a few people if I was going to start gathering clients. I'd be subtle, this time. Barging into pubs and wanking off young lads had been crazy.
The first pub I came to was packed. Office workers, builders... Milldown Village really should have been called a town. Making my way to the bar, I ordered a vodka and tonic and sat on a stool. With my long concealing my shapely thighs, veiling my knickerless pussy, I had no idea how I was going to attract clients. Looking at a young man standing on his own, I felt my clitoris swell as I pictured his penis fucking my mouth, sperming down my throat. Again, I was desperate for sex, the relief of orgasm. Turning, he noticed my gaze and smiled. He was good looking, and I wanted him.
"Hi," I said as he walked over to me.
"Hi, I'm Richard."
"Sue. I've never been here before, it's a nice place."
"I always call in around this time. Just for a quick pint before going home after work."
"In that case, I'll probably see you again. I've just moved in down the road."
"Oh, right. So, you don't know anyone in the village?"
"No, not yet. Is there a park in the village? Or woods where I can walk? I love to walk in the country, I find it relaxing."
"There's the copse down the lane," he replied, unaware that I was going to lure him into the trees and seduce him. "I'll show you some time."
"No time like the present," I grinned, finishing my drink.
"I don't have a great deal of time, but... all right, we'll go there now."
Leaving the pub, I felt my stomach somersault, my juices of arousal trickling between the delicate petals of my inner lips. Wondering whether to charge him for sex, I decided to get to know him, meet his friends before revealing my profession. Following a path into the woods, we walked for ten minutes or so chatting about the village. He seemed a little nervous as we stopped and I sat on the grass. Looking at his watch, he told me that he was married. That didn't bother me. It was his penis I wanted, not his wife.
"Join me," I said, looking up at him.
"I have to go in a minute," he murmured, sitting beside me. "How old are you? If you don't mind me asking."
"Sixteen," I lied. "It's lovely here."
"Yes, it is. Look, I'll be going now. I'll see you again, when I have more time."
"Don't go yet," I said huskily, reclining on the grass. "You're the first person I've met in the village. I'd like to get to know you a little better. Tell me about your wife."
"She's... she's a school teacher. We've been married for five years."
"Sex life OK?"
"Well, er..." he stammered, brushing his brown hair away from his forehead. "It's all right, I suppose. Aren't you rather young to be talking about sex?"
"I'm a virgin," I said softly. "I've never had a boyfriend. Richard?"
"Yes?"
"Will you teach me about sex?"
"Sue, I... I'm married."
"Please," I smiled. "I masturbate but... I've never been with a man."
"God, this is incredible," he sighed, obviously weakening. "Your parents... you're sixteen, Sue. You should have been in the pub, let alone..."
"I live alone. My parents are in Australia. They found the cottage and left me some money." Lifting my skirt up over my stomach, exposing the hairless lips of my cunny, I smiled. "Please teach me," I whispered.
He gazed longingly at me sex crack as I parted my legs wide. Could he resist me? I wondered, running my fingers up and down my creamy slit. Parting my fleshy lips, I massaged the solid nub of my clitoris, breathing deeply as he watched me masturbate. His fingers running up my inner thigh, he stroked the wet flesh within my sex valley, massaging me there as I moved my hands away. Caressing the sensitive tip of my clitoris, he leaned over and kissed my naked mons, licking me there as I let out a sigh of satisfaction.
He must have been stunned, I mused, parting my thighs wider. Meeting a sixteen-year-old girl in the pub and ending up in the woods with her... it really was his lucky day. His fingers entering the tightening sheath of my cunt, he repeatedly swept his tongue over my pleasure bud. He must have wondered why I'd shaved, I reflected as he massaged the inner flesh of my little pink pussy and sucked my erect clitoris into his hot mouth. I was going to come, I knew as my womb contracted and my juices of desire flowed.
"Does your wife suck you?" I asked.
"No, she won't do that," he replied, lifting his head and looking at me expectantly.
"I'd like to try it," I smiled. "I want to try everything. If you're willing to teach me, of course."
"I'll teach you," he replied, glancing at his watch as he stood up.
Unbuckling his belt, he slipped his shoes and trousers off, displaying the erect shaft of his cock, he heavy balls. Kneeling before him, I squeezed his cock, massaging the fleshy shaft as he gasped and trembled. Pulling his foreskin back as he looked down at me, I kissed his purple plum. I didn't want to come across as experienced. Running my tongue around the rim of his helmet, I was enjoying every minute of the game. Little miss innocent, the sixteen-year-old virgin. Licking his salty knob, I asked him whether I was doing the right thing.
"God, yes," he breathed. "Suck it. Take it right into your mouth and suck it."
"I've never seen a man's penis before," I said, almost swallowing his swollen glans.
"I can teach you all you need to know," he murmured as I moved my head back and ran my tongue yup and down his veined shaft. "Why do you shave? When did you start doing that?"
"I've always shaved. Ever since my pubic hair started to grow, I shaved. I prefer it like that. I hope you like it?" I breathed, looking up at him with my eyes wide.
"I love it," he said. "You look beautiful like that."
"And I never wear panties in the summer. Will you come in my mouth? I... I want you to come in my mouth."
"I'm sure I can manage that," he chuckled. "Move your head back and forth, and I'll come for you."
Engulfing his knob in my wet mouth again, I followed his instructions, moving my head back and forth as he let out low moans of pleasure. I must have been a real turn on, I mused, kneading his full balls. An innocent girl sucking his knob, asking him to come in her mouth... I'd play on my supposed innocence, I decided, breathing in the scent of his black pubes as I repeatedly took his ballooning glans to the back of my throat. I didn't want him to think me a tart. I was his pupil, eager to learn. He'd see me again, I knew. He'd lie to his wife and sneak off to the woods to meet me. He'd get what he wanted, and I'd get what I wanted. He'd not want to be seen with me in the village, so there'd be no strings.
"Coming," he gasped, clutching my head and rocking his hips gently. His sperm flooding my tongue, filling my cheeks, I swallowed hard and moaned through my nose. I'd never known anyone come so much. His sex milk jetting from his throbbing knob, running down my chin, I thought his heaving balls would never drain. On and on his spunk pumped from his slit, bathing my tongue as I licked the silky-smooth surface of his beautiful glans. Moving my head back as his flow of cream finally stemmed, his purple knob between my spermed lips, I let out a cough and spluttered.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, I think so," I murmured, licking my wet lips. "I thought I was going to choke. Did I do all right?"
"God, yes," he smiled, settling beside me, his limp penis snaking over his hairy scrotum. "You were amazing, Sue."
"You're a good teacher. I've never seen a man's penis before. Let alone... it was really nice, Richard."
"I'll see you again, I hope?"
"Of course you will. I have so much to learn."
"I'd better go. My wife..."
"What's she like? I mean, does she like sex?"
"Well, we have sex. She's not very adventurous, sexually."
"I expect you think I'm too young for you," I sighed.
"No, no. Well, sixteen is rather young. But there's no reason why we can't see each other, meet in the woods now and then. Obviously I can't take you out. Not in the village, anyway."
"You could come to my cottage."
"Yes, I could. As long as I'm not seen. Right, I really must go."
"Where do you live?"
"Brockhurst Drive, twenty-eight. Er... don't come round."
"No, no of course not. Before you go, I'd like to ask you something," I smiled, unbuttoning my blouse and revealing my naked breasts. "Are my breasts all right?"
"Perfect," he grinned, focusing on my erect milk teats.
"They're not too small?"
"God, no. They're perfect, Sue."
Lowering his head, he sucked the brown protrusion of my elongated nipple into his wet mouth, sending tremors of sex through my contracting womb. Mouthing like a babe at the breast, he gently squeezed and kneaded my firm mammary spheres. He was in his late twenties, and I reckoned that his wife would be around the same age. Her breasts would have lost their firmness, I was sure. Mine were small and hard, newly-developed. My cunt would be tighter than hers, and Richard wouldn't be able to resist my teenage body. I had him just where I wanted him, I reflected as he sucked my other erect nipple into his hot mouth.
"That's nice," I whispered as he ran his tongue around the dark disc of my areola and sucking on my sensitive nipple. "Suck harder." He was going to be late home, I knew as he slipped his hand between y thighs and toyed with the fleshy lips of my hungry vagina. He'd lie to his wife, make his excuses. When they made love, he'd think of me, the sweet little sixteen-year-old girl with the fresh curvaceous body.
"I want you," he whispered. Reclining on the grass, I lifted my skirt and opened my legs. He settled between my thighs with his solid cock in his hand. "I want to fuck you," he breathed, stabbing at my vaginal entrance with his huge knob. Suddenly, he was in, his rock-hard shaft stretching the hugging sheath of my drenched cunt as his swollen glans pressed against my creamy-wet cervix. He thought that I was a virgin, I reflected. He thought that he was the first to drive his cock into my little pussy and fuck me.
"God, that's heavenly," I gasped as he began his fucking motions, squelching the flowing juices of my tight pussy. Sucking my nipple into his wet mouth as he repeatedly rammed his huge knob in and out of my beautiful cunt, he was obviously in his sexual heaven. I had him now, I knew. I was better than his wife, younger, firmer, tighter, hotter... he'd be back for more and more. He'd buy me presents, give me money, do anything and everything for me. As long as I gave him my teenage body, I'd have him eating out of my hand. I might even bump into his wife in the village, chat to her, get to know her. She'd invite me round for coffee and introduce me to her husband. I'd play the game, grin at him when she wasn't looking, lick my lips provocatively, squeeze the bulging crotch of his trousers.
"Yes," he breathed, ramming his sperming knob against the softness of my ripe cervix. The squelching of our sex juices filling my ears, I reached my orgasm, writhing and whimpering as he fucked my little pussy. I could feel his swinging balls battering the firm cheeks of my buttocks, my outer lips rolling along his veined shaft as he pistoned my spasming cunt. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured. "Tight, hot, wet..."
My pulsating clitoris massaged by his sex-wet shaft as he thrust his knob in and out of my drenched cunt, my orgasm peaking, I tossed my head from side to side in my sexual delirium. Again and again, he rammed his cock head into my vaginal sheath, pumping out his sperm, filling me with his orgasmic fluid as I writhed and gasped in the grips of my sexual ecstasy. Biting my nipples, sending tremors of lust through my young body, he made his last penile thrusts and collapsed on top of me. My clitoris pulsating against his fleshy shaft, I shuddered in the aftermath of my coming, panting for breath as we clung to each other.
"You really are something," he breathed, lifting his body off me, his cock sliding out of my sated cunt with a loud squelching sound.
"Let me clean you up," I grinned, kneeling before him as he stood up. "We don't want your wife noticing girl juice all over your dick."
Taking his flaccid shaft into my mouth, I sucked the remnants of his salty sperm from his knob. Taking his knob deep into my mouth, I cleansed his limp cock, lapping up the aphrodisiacal blend of cunt milk and sperm as he gazed at me in disbelief. Finally slipping his cock out of my mouth, I lapped up the juices running over the sac of his huge balls. His cock began to stiffen again as I nibbled his scrotum. Rising to attention, his shaft finally solid, his glans ballooning, I ran my tongue around the rim of his knob.
"Sue, I have to go," he sighed, moving back. "I'm sorry, it's just that..."
"I know, I know. Your wife is waiting for you."
"I'll see you tomorrow after work."
"Bramble Cottage," I said. "I'll be waiting for you."
Tugging his trousers up, he stepped into his shoes and buckled his belt. Smiling, he left me sitting on the grass, the taste of his spunk lingering on my full lips. I had a friend, at last, I mused, rising to me feet and flattening my skirt with my palms. Brushing my black hair back with my fingers, I made my way home. Sperm oozed from my inflamed cunt as I walked along the lane. Turning my thoughts to Elizabeth, her tongue between the fleshy swell of my pussy lips, I knew that I had to see her. I missed her, her feminine caress, her darting tongue.
Reaching the cottage, I sat on the sofa in the lounge and made my plans. Had the police been to the nunnery? Had they spoken to the monk? I had to find out what was going on. Lifting my skirt and parting my thighs, I scooped up the sperm within my girl crack and licked my sticky fingers. My clitoris swelling, I imagined Elizabeth's mouth between my legs, sucking, licking, drinking from my open cunt. I had to find out what was happening at the nunnery. And there was only one way to do that. I'd go there in the morning, spy through the gates, call Elizabeth from the lane. She might be walking in the grounds and hear me. I'd be safe enough with my black hair. Wouldn't I?