I'd slept well, waking in the double bed in my new home to another hot summer day. Taking a shower, I made my plans to visit the nunnery. I might even bump into David, I mused, slipping into my long skirt and blouse. Donning my sunglasses, I was about to have a cup of coffee before leaving the cottage when the doorbell rang. Standing in the hall, I froze as memories of the dungeon flooded my mind. Only two people knew where I lived, I reflected as the bell rang again. Steve and Richard. Finally opening the door, I breathed a sigh of relief to see Richard standing on the step.
"Hi," he smiled. "I thought I'd call in on my way to work."
"Come in," I invited him, hoping that he wasn't going to visit me every five minutes. "Actually, I'm about to go out."
"Oh, right. I won't stay long."
"How was your wife when you got in last night?"
"We had a bit of a row," he confessed. "She went to the pub looking for me and someone told her that I'd left with a young girl."
"Oh, God. How are things now?"
"I said that I'd left the pub at the same time as young girl. I think it's OK. She was suspicious when I left early this morning. All right if I call round this evening?"
"Yes, yes of course. I'll look forward to it."
"So will I," he beamed, walking into the hall. "I only wish I could stay now, but..."
"I'll see you this evening, Richard."
"OK."
Watching him through the window as he drove off, I wondered whether it had been such a good idea to tell him where I lived. It might have been better to meet him in the woods or find somewhere else to have sex with him. Turning my thoughts back to the nunnery, I made a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table. I'd be taking a huge risk by lurking in the lane, peering through the gates. But I had to try to contact Elizabeth. Finishing my coffee, I decided to take a bus rather than risk meeting the guard on the train. Checking myself in the hall mirror, I was about to leave when the doorbell rang again. Thinking that Richard had come back, I shook my head and sighed. That would be all I needed.
"Yes?" I frowned, staring at a blonde woman as I opened the door.
"I'm Richard's wife," she announced, walking past me into the hall.
"Who?" I said, following her into the lounge.
"Richard's wife. You remember Richard? The man you left the pub with last night? You were seen going into the woods with him."
"I did leave the pub last night, and I did go for a walk in the woods," I replied. "But I was with my brother. His name's Chris, not Richard."
"It was my husband. You were seen with him."
"There's obviously been some mistake. I left the pub, bumped into my brother in the lane, and we went for a walk in the woods."
"So, why was my husband's car parked outside just now? And why did he leave this place and drive off? I saw him, I was watching."
"The man that left earlier?" I smiled, wondering what the hell to say. "What does your husband do for a living?"
"He's an insurance salesman."
"Exactly. He called here this morning because I've just moved in and need some insurance. I don't know what you think he's been up to. But it has nothing to do with me. I only moved in yesterday and haven't met anyone in the village yet."
"Oh, I see," she sighed. "I'm sorry, you must think me awful."
"No, not at all. Now that you're here, would you like a cup of coffee?"
"No, no. Thanks anyway. I feel such a fool. You see, my husband has this thing about young girls. He can't keep away from them and, seeing as you're young and very attractive..."
"I can assure you that I'm only interested in insurance."
"I'm really sorry. I'd better go."
As she left, I felt a little sorry for her. Her husband had a thing about young girls? Didn't all husbands? Grabbing my bag, I left the cottage and walked down the lane into the village. Finding a bus stop, it occurred to me that I didn't know where the nunnery was. I couldn't remember the name of the station where I'd taken the train to Moorhampton. I recalled the bridle path signpost to Witham Village, but had no idea how to get there. A bus pulling up, I asked the driver only to be told that I'd have to go to Moorhampton and then on to Witham.
Walking on as the bus drove off, I wondered whether to take a taxi. I was beginning to have second thoughts about the nunnery. The last place I wanted to go was Moorhampton, and there was no way I was going to take a train. Wandering around the shops for an hour or so, I finally decided to call my mother. Slipping into a phone box, I dialled the number, praying for her to answer. If my stepfather answered, I'd hang up.
"Mum, it's me," I said as she answered.
"Mary, where are you?" she asked excitedly.
"Is he there?"
"No, no he's out."
"I can't talk for long. I'm just calling to say that I'm all right."
"Are you abroad?"
"No, no. He's lying. Whatever he's told you, it's not true. I ran away from the nunnery. Look, I have to go now."
"Mary, wait. Where are you? Can't we meet somewhere?"
"We will, but not yet. Don't tell him that I phoned, OK?"
"All right. Mary, I..."
Hanging up, I decided to go home. I felt lost, not knowing what to do with myself as I reached the cottage. At least my mother knew that I was safe. Making another cup of coffee, I wondered whether to call the police to try to find out whether they'd been to the nunnery yet. They'd find no evidence of sexual slavery, I knew. The monk would have cleared the dungeon and probably locked the girls up somewhere. Wandering out into the garden, I sat on a patio chair beneath the sun and sipped my coffee. It was a lovely day, and I decided to relax and try to clear my head of all thoughts of the nunnery and the monk.
"Good morning," a man called over the fence.
"Oh, hi," I smiled, walking across the lawn. "I'm Sue, your new neighbour."
"Mick, Mick Jennings. Pleased to meet you. If you need anything, give me a call."
"That's very nice of you. I've just about settled in."
As he talked about the village, I wondered whether he was married. He was in his mid-thirties with dark, swept back hair and deep-set eyes. But it was his penis that I was thinking about, not his looks. I knew that I shouldn't seduce my neighbour, but my clitoris stirred as I imagined taking his purple plum into my mouth and sucking out his sperm. Sex was beginning to rule my life, I reflected as he asked what I did for a living.
"I'm not working at the moment," I replied. "I've only just left school."
"Really?" he breathed.
"I've moved here from Moorhampton and..."
"I work in Moorhampton," he interrupted me. "I'm an electrician."
"Oh, right. I don't suppose you know Witham Village?"
"I know it very well. I did a job up there last week."
"The nunnery..." I began, wishing I hadn't.
"Ah, the nunnery. I did some work there a few months back. You're not thinking of becoming a nun, are you?" he chuckled.
"No, no. I'm interested in old buildings. I've heard that the nunnery is several hundred years old."
"It's old, but I don't know when it was built."
"I'll have to get in touch with someone there, see if they'd allow me to take a look round."
"Wait there and I'll go and get the phone number. I should have it in my book."
Wondering whether to ring the Mother Superior, I decided to buy a mobile phone. At least the calls I made couldn't be traced. Not to the village, anyway. As my neighbour returned and passed me a piece of paper, I again wondered whether he was married. If I started having sex with him, he'd be calling round every five minutes, I was sure. There again, he was rather attractive. Thanking him for the phone number, I went into the cottage. Staring at the phone in the lounge, I lifted the receiver. The Mother wouldn't know where I was calling from, I mused, dialling one four one to prevent her discovering my number. What I was going to say to her, I had no idea. I supposed that I just wanted to tell her that...
"This is Mary," I said as she answered.
"Er... Mary?"
"Have the police raided the nunnery yet?"
"Raided the nunnery?" she echoed. "Who is this?"
"Mary, your ex-prisoner."
"I'm sorry, but I think you must have the wrong number."
"Don't play games with me," I said, wondering whether or not she was the Mother Superior.
"I don't know who you are, but I'm the Reverend Mother Teresa."
"Where's the Mother Superior..."
"I've only just taken over here."
"Where's the monk?" I asked. "Is Elizabeth still there?"
"There are no monks here," she laughed. "And if you mean Sister Elizabeth, she's gone into the village."
"May I come and see you?"
"Yes, of course. Who are you?"
"I can't say on the phone. Juliet... is she there?"
"Sister Juliet is working in the garden. You seem to know the novice nuns. Have you been here before?"
"Yes, yes I have. Before I come and see you, I have to know... I have to be sure that..."
"What is it?" she asked. "You sound frightened."
"I am. It's a long story. I'll tell you about it when I see you. Are the main gates open?"
"Yes, they are. We're holding a summer fete this afternoon. Why don't you come along?"
"Yes, I will," I replied, replacing the receiver.
Pacing the lounge floor, I reckoned that the Mother and the monk might have fled the nunnery. It was quite plausible, I reflected. Carole would have told them that the police called her mother, I'd written to the police... deciding to go to the nunnery, I grabbed the phone book and called a taxi. If the main gates were open, if there really was a fete... I had to find out.
Paying the driver as he dropped me in the lane, I walked towards the nunnery. The gates were open, and there was a sign pinned to a tree. Summer fete this afternoon,2.00 p.m. I breathed, sure that the monk and his evil accomplice had fled. But I wasn't going to take any risks. As a middle-aged nun walked down the drive towards me, I wondered whether to run.
"Hello," she smiled. "Are you coming to our fete?"
"Er... later," I replied. "I was taking a walk and noticed the sign."
"We've been busy making cakes and..."
"Is Sister Elizabeth around?"
"She's gone into the village. You know here?"
"Yes, I do. Will she be long?"
"She should be back very soon. She's gone to place a few signs around the village advertising the fete. Why don't you come in and wait for her?"
Following the woman up the drive, I felt sure that I was safe. Wondering why Elizabeth had stayed on as I approached the building, I thought that she might have made plans to leave at some stage. Unless she enjoyed leading the life of a nun. Walking up the stone steps, my stomach somersaulting, I recalled vowing that I'd never set foot in the nunnery again.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" the nun asked.
"No, thank you," I replied.
"Sister Elizabeth won't be long. You can wait in here for her," she said, opening the door to the lounge. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll send her in the minute she gets back."
Sitting on the sofa, I looked about the room, recalling the prospective buyer. I doubted that he'd show his face at the nunnery again. The monk and the Mother had probably gone into hiding, I mused. Pondering on the so-called organisation, I reckoned that there was no such thing. The nunnery probably belonged to the church, and the evil pair had set up their sexual slavery business on their own. My fear subsiding as I glanced out of the window and saw Juliet carrying a basket full of tomatoes, I felt smug. I'd brought the evil pair down, put an end to their reign of sexual abuse and...
"Sister Elizabeth is here," the nun said, opening the door. "I'm sure you'll want to have a chat so I'll leave you alone."
"Thank you," I smiled, standing up. As Elizabeth walked into the room, I held my hand to my mouth and gasped. She was naked with her hands cuffed behind her back. "God," I breathed as the nun left and closed the door. "Elizabeth, I thought..."
"Why the hell did you come back?" she asked. "You should have sent help and..."
"Oh, my God," I sighed, realizing that I'd walked straight into a trap.
"Welcome home," the monk grinned, opening the door. Flexing a thin bamboo cane, he ordered Elizabeth to leave the room. "Oh, black hair. Very nice. The thing I like about jet-black hair is that it shows up spunk very nicely. I'll have to get a few men to wank over your hair later. But, in the meantime, I think we'll go down to the dungeon for a while. A severe whipping is in order, wouldn't you agree?"
"Why did you come back?" Elizabeth again asked me as she neared the door.
"She came back because she enjoys the whip," the monk chuckled, walking towards me. "I must say that I do like your new skirt," he said, tearing the garment from my trembling body. "But your new image didn't get you very far."
Ripping my blouse off, he ordered me to bend over the back of a chair. I had no choice, I knew as his beady eyes stared at my naked body, focusing on the hairless lips of my vulva. Placing a chair in the centre of the room, he slapped the palm of his hand with the cane and again instructed me to bend over. Taking my position, my naked buttocks projected, I squeezed my eyes shut and yelped as the cane swished through the air and landed squarely across the tensed cheeks of my bottom. Again, the cane lashed my anal orbs, my naked body jolting as the pain permeated my twitching buttocks.
Pictures of my cottage looming in my mind as my buttocks numbed, I was sure that I'd never see the place again. I couldn't believe that I'd been so stupid, so naive as to return to the nunnery. Richard would be calling at the cottage that evening, Steve would wonder where I'd gone... a stream of hot liquid streaming down my inner thighs, the monk chuckled in his wickedness as he repeatedly caned the rounded orbs of my buttocks. I'd be taken to the dungeon soon, I knew. Taken to the dungeon and...
"I've missed you, Mary," the monk said, halting the merciless thrashing. "I've missed fucking your sweet little bottom. I think I'll make up for it by giving you a good arse-fucking."
"The police will..." I began.
"They've been here and looked over the whole building. We had to get Elizabeth and one or two of the others out of the way, of course. Needless to say, the police found nothing. They were very interested in the dungeon. I explained that it was used for storage and they accepted that. They looked at the tunnel and mumbled something about old drainage systems. The gates were open when they arrived, so there was no doubt in their minds that no one was imprisoned here. It all went very well. As I was saying, I've missed your tight little bottom-hole. You're going to enjoy this," he chuckled.
I could feel him behind me, the rounded head of his penis pressing against my anal iris as he yanked my burning buttocks wide apart. Running his glans down to my gaping vaginal valley, he lubricated his knob with my copious sex juices. His swollen knob pressing against my tightly closed anus again, he pushed hard. His cunny-wet plum finally slipping past my defeated anal sphincter muscles and driving deep into my rectal sheath, he grabbed my hips and drove his rock-hard rod fully home. His hairy balls brushing against the fleshy swell of my pussy lips, his lower belly meeting my stinging buttocks, he slowly withdrew and rammed his knob deep into my arse.
"Ah, how I've missed your sweet little bottom," he breathed. "I've arranged a coming home party for you. You're going to have the pleasure of several men fucking your tight little bottom. And then you'll spend an hour or so cock sucking and spunk drinking. After that, a vulval thrashing, and then you'll attend several lesbian friends of mine."
As he rambled on, he slid his solid shaft in and out of my rectal canal. The delicate tissue of my anus stretched wide, rolling back and forth along his rock-hard cock, I winced as he slapped the burning flesh of my buttocks with his palm. My anal muscles spasming, contracting around his thrusting cock, I felt my juices of desire pouring from my gaping pussy and streaming down my inner thighs. My clitoris swelling, I was nothing more than a sex machine to be used and abused. My cunt, my arsehole, my mouth, my breasts... my entire body was an object used to satisfy the perverted desires of both men and women.
"Yes," the monk breathed, his spunk lubricating the illicit union. Again and again he drove his orgasming knob deep into my rectum, pumping his sperm into my bowels, arse-fucking my teenage body. I should never have fallen for such a trick, I reflected. I should have stayed well away from the house of sin, got on with my new life and... I had to stop thinking about what could have been and devise a plan. I doubted that I'd ever have another chance of escaping. They'd keep me chained up like an animal now.
The monk making his last penile thrusts, my rectum flooded with his sperm, he finally withdrew his spent penis from my inflamed anus. Standing upright, I turned and faced him, wondering what horrors I was to endure next. Adjusting his habit, he gazed longingly at the pouting lips of my hairless pussy. Watching as he grabbed the bamboo cane, I backed away. I couldn't take another thrashing. I didn't care what he did to me, but I couldn't endure another thrashing.
"You won't be staying here," he said, slapping the palm of his hand with the cane. "After the trouble you've caused, it would be too risky to keep you here. I mentioned a basement the other day. It's not far from here, and it's extremely secure. That's where we've taken the equipment. We've set up a sex dungeon, Mary. And you're going there with Elizabeth. Should the police decide to return for any reason they'll find nothing untoward here."
"Several people know about you," I said. "When people realize that I've disappeared, they'll come looking for you."
"That's as maybe. The point is, there's nothing to connect us. I work here in the nunnery, I live in the village... there's nothing to connect me with you or the basement."
"I was brought here by taxi. The driver will remember me."
"I'll tell the police that you came here making your wild accusations and then you left. They've already been here, Mary. If you are missed and the police do come back, they'll be more than welcome to speak to the nuns, search the building..."
"I took out some insurance," I broke in. "The police know about Carole Hargreaves. They know her address. But it wasn't only the police I went to. I've left at least a dozen letters with someone. If I don't return by the morning, the letters will be posted."
"Enough of your lies," he chuckled. "Even if the police do know where Carole lives, what does it matter?"
"It matters very much, seeing as she's sexually abusing the girl who lives next door to her."
"That has nothing to do with me or the nunnery. I'm sorry, Mary, but all your efforts have been in vein. As I've said, the police have been here and were quite satisfied. In fact, they apologised profusely for inconveniencing us. I don't want to talk about this nonsense any more. You're going to be taken to the basement in about half an hour. In the meantime, you'll be locked in the dungeon."
As he grabbed my arm and led me out of the room, I pondered on his words. He was right. Whatever Carole had done was nothing to do with him or the nunnery. Once I was in a basement somewhere, the chances of anyone finding me would be nil. I should have told my mother what had been going on. I should have told Steve about my imprisonment. Recalling my neighbour, Mick, as the monk led me into the dungeon, I wondered whether he'd tell anyone about the nunnery once he discovered that I'd gone missing.
"Talking of Carole," the monk smiled as he turned in the doorway. "She's on her way to see you. She'll be here any minute."
"That doesn't bother me," I returned.
"It should. She's very upset, Mary. She's going to deal with you most severely, as she put it. Make yourself comfortable on the millstone and I'll go and wait for her."
Locked in the dungeon, I paced the floor, wondering what to do. Carole would really take it out on me; thrash me, my naked buttocks, my firm breasts... piss in my mouth. The monk had said I'd be taken to the basement, wherever it was, in half an hour. Reckoning that he wanted me out of the nunnery as soon as possible, I thought about hiding somewhere. Not that I'd get a chance to run off and hide, I reflected. Hearing voices in the corridor, I waited anxiously. The door opening, I stared as Carole, the mounds and crevices of her naked body as she grinned at me.
"At last," she sniggered as the monk hovered in the doorway. "I've been waiting for this moment. I've been waiting to get my hands on your dirty little cunt. I think we'll start with some cunny licking. You licking my cunny, I mean."
"It's a shame there's no equipment down here," the monk said. "At least the basement is fully equipped and ready for the slut."
"Lie on the floor," the girl instructed me.
As I lay on my back, she squatted over my face and parted the fleshy folds of her shaved pussy. Gazing at her inner flesh, the opaque globules clinging to the pink petals of her inner lips, I pushed my tongue out and tasted her there. Lowering her body, pressing the wet flash of her young cunt hard against my open mouth, she began rocking back and forth. Her love juices flowing from her hot cunt, running over my face as I sucked and mouthed at her open hole, she gasped in her lesbian pleasure.
"Lick my bottom," she ordered me, yanking the firm globes of her buttocks wide apart and aligning the brown tissue of her anus with my open mouth. "Ah, yes," she breathed as I tasted her anal inlet. "Push your tongue into my arse." Complying with her crude request, I tongue-fucked her bottom-hole, the aphrodisiacal taste of her rectal canal sending my arousal soaring. Parting her buttocks further, opening the portal to her bowels, she trembled uncontrollably as I licked her inner flesh.
"We don't have much time," the monk said.
"We have time enough for this," Carole breathed. "I've waited for this and I'm going to enjoy it."
"All right, but be quick about it. I'll bring the van round the front and then we'll go."
"So, Mary, you've returned to the fold," the girl giggled as the monk left. "I'm looking forward to fisting your tight arse. With both fists, of course. Once we're in the basement, we'll have all the time in the world for sex." Swivelling her hips, she forced the solid nub of her clitoris into my wet mouth. "Now bring me off," she ordered me huskily. "Suck an orgasm out of my clitty, you filthy little whore-tart."
Licking and mouthing at the solid swell of her ripe clitoris, I dreaded the thought of the basement. Wondering what was going to become of the nunnery, I thought they might still use it as a front to buy and sell teenage girls. Carole's pre-orgasmic juices streaming over my chin, running in rivers down my neck, I knew that she was about to come. Hoping that I'd have an opportunity to escape from the van as she shuddered and gasped, I realized that I'd be back and square one with no clothes or money. At least I had the cottage, and no one knew about that.
"Yes," Carole cried, her rock-hard clitoris pulsating against me caressing tongue as she reached her climax. Her vaginal cream flooding my face, she screamed in her lesbian ecstasy, peeling the fleshy lips of her cunt wide apart and grinding her orgasming clitoris hard into my pussy-wet mouth. Rocking her hips, her drenched sex valley sliding back and forth over my mouth, she rode me with a frenzied passion as her orgasm rolled on. The squelching and whimpering of lesbian sex resounding around the dungeon, I thought that her orgasm would never end. Her juices gushing fro her gaping cunt hole, flooding my black hair, she finally slowed her rocking.
"OK," the monk said. "Let's get the slut out of here."
"In a minute," Carole breathed, climbing off my face. "I need to rest for a minute."
"We don't have a minute," he returned agitatedly. "Get her into the van, now."
Leaving the dungeon, my hair matted with girl-juice, I climbed the stone steps and walked through the burned out chapel. This was my chance, I knew as I emerged into the bright sunshine and gazed at the van. If I didn't run now... but where would I go? I could hide in the grounds for a while, but they'd soon track me down. At least it would give me a little time, I thought, gazing across the expanse of grass to the bushes. As the monk opened the van doors, I slipped Carole's grip and sprinted across the grass.
"Get her!" the monk yelled as the girl gave chase. "For fuck's sake, grab the bitch!" making it to the bushes, I looked about. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Heading for the stream, weaving around the clumps of bushes, I managed to get well ahead of Carole. There was a place to hide, I reflected, slipping into the bushes and clambering into the tunnel leading to the chapel basement. Sitting in the cold tunnel, I caught my breath and waited. My hands trembling, my heart racing, I wondered whether they knew about the tunnel. Probably not, I mused as shouting emanated from the grounds.
"Where the hell is she?" the monk yelled.
"I don't know," Carole panted. "I saw come this way, towards the stream."
"The kitchen garden. She must have gone that way."
"There's no hurry to find her. She cant's get out of the grounds so she'll have to make an appearance at some point."
"You're right. She'll get hungry and have to return. All right, we'll play the waiting game."
"When I do get hold of her," Carole giggled. "I'll teach her a lesson she'll never forget."
Their voices fading, I reckoned they were walking away. But now what? I pondered. They were right, I'd get hungry and... trying to be positive, I slipped out of the tunnel and peered through the bushes. Someone was lurking, I was sure as I heard a rustling sound coming from a clump of bushes by the stream. A face peering through the thick foliage, I grinned.
"David," I called, waving at him. Leaving the bushes, he dashed across the grass and joined me. "David, you have to..."
"I know," he smiled, crouching beside me. "I saw what happened."
"Will you help me to escape now?"
"Yes, of course. Follow me."
Leaving the bushes, he ran towards the perimeter wall. I had no idea where we were going as he followed the wall past the brick outbuilding. There must have been a ladder, I thought, almost out of breath as I tried to keep up with him. Finally stopping, he looked about before creeping behind some brambles growing up the wall. Scratching my naked body as I followed, I couldn't believe my eyes. Concealed by the brambles, there was a small door in the wall.
"Quickly," he said, crawling through the doorway.
"Now what?" I asked as we stood between the two walls.
"Easy," he smiled. "Come on."
Scratching myself to pieces as I followed his through the undergrowth to another door in the outer wall, I cursed myself for not discovering the escape route sooner. David knew the area like the back of his hand, I knew as we crossed the lane as ran through the woods. Finally stopping in a well-secluded clearing well away from the path, we sat down and rested. My heart racing, I reclined on the soft grass and looked up at the sun twinkling through the leaves high above me. Freedom, I thought happily, and this time I'd remain free.
"Thank you," I finally smiled.
"You're welcome," he grinned. "I didn't believe you when you first said that you were a prisoner. But when I saw them chasing you..."
"There are other girls," I broke in. "We have to get them out."
"No problem. There's a farm down the lane. I'll borrow a tractor and pull the iron gates down. They'll all come running and..."
"No, it's too risky, David. If they catch you..."
"You let me worry about that. I'll get your friends out, just leave it to me. But, before I go pulling gates down or driving bulldozers through brick walls... by the way, I prefer your hair blonde."
As he leaned over my naked body and sucked my erect nipple into his mouth, I let out a sigh of satisfaction. Freedom. I couldn't get the word out of my mind as he worked his way down my naked body, kissing the smooth plateau of my stomach and tonguing the small indent of my navel. I was free. I'd return to the cottage, resume the new life I'd started... gasping as David licked the wet ravine of my yearning pussy, I spread my legs wide. I could hear him slurping, lapping up my flowing juices of arousal as he spread the fleshy cushions of my vagina. Relaxing beneath the trees, my naked body intimately attended by a good looking young man... I was in my sexual heaven.
"You have a beautiful body," David murmured, his wet tongue running up and down my vaginal valley. "You look so young without any pubes."
"I am young," I giggled. "Now, will you stop talking and get on with it?"
His tongue entering the wet sheath of my cunt, he sucked out my lubricious juices as I writhed and gasped beneath the trees. His fingers entering my sex duct, massaging my inner flesh, he sucked hard on the nub of my erect clitoris. I was going to come, I knew as my naked body shook violently. My young womb rhythmically contracting, my vaginal muscles spasming, I dug my fingernails into the grass and arched my back as the eruption of sheer sexual bliss exploded within my pulsating clitoris.
"God," I cried, my entire body contorting in the grip of an intense orgasm. On and on pure waves of sexual bliss rolled through my shaking body, my orgasmic juices gushing from my pistoned cunt, my clitoris pulsating wildly in David's hot mouth. He was going to fuck me, I knew as I tossed my head from side to side, my eyes rolling in my sexual delirium. He'd force his beautiful penis deep onto my hugging cunt and fuck and spunk me senseless. I wanted him fucking my cunt, my mouth, my arsehole, coming over my tits, my face...
"No more," I finally cried as my pleasure began to subside. "God, I can't take any more."
"You're quite a girl," he chuckled, slipping his fingers out of my juice-flooded cunt.
"Fuck me," I gasped, kneading the mounds of my breasts and tweaking the brown protrusions of my sensitive nipples. "Fuck me really hard."
"Wait," he whispered. "I can hear voices. Someone's in the lane."
"Shit," I breathed. "It's them, I know."
"OK, wait there and don't make a sound. I'll be back with some clothes and then we'll get out of here."
"Don't leave me," I breathed, sitting up.
"You need clothes. We can't go anywhere with you naked. I'll be as quick as I can, I promise."
"All right," I conceded, praying that I'd be safe.
"Just don't make a sound."
As he slipped into the bushes, I rested my chin on my knees and hugged my legs, I felt vulnerable, defenceless. Wondering whether David would return, I recalled thinking that it was best to trust no one. Should I make a run for it? I wondered, hearing the voices in the lane. I couldn't make out who they were, but was sure the monk was trailing me, hunting me down. All I could do was wait and pray. Pray that David would return, and I'd be back in my cottage before the day was out.