“Who led the Plimouth colony?” I asked softly.
“Umm…it was…oh, damn!…umm…was it John what’s-his-name?”
She looked at me as though asking for his last name.
“No,” I said, and brought the whip down on her ass with a medium
stroke. It made a nice […]
apparatus I had built. I had expected shock; I saw puzzlement.
“What’s that?”
“Hmm. Think of it as a teaching machine.” I led her over to it.
When I closed the stocks around her legs, she finally understood, and
her expression […]
and I had told her 5:00, so I drank a glass of wine and fantasized for
half an hour. The fantasy was making me so hot that I was afraid I
would not be able to control myself properly, so I went out for a walk
and tried not to think about what was […]
I needed a belt that could be quickly and easily locked on to
Shannon’s waist, so I went to a local leather store and bought two simple
belts with D-ring buckles and not much else. I cut the D-ring off one of
the belts, and riveted it onto the free end of the other. […]
and voice that it was not the kind she was used to. “I’ll read them.”
She took the book and went into the bedroom I had given her.
After a couple of hours I brought her a cup of coffee, and inquired
about her progress. She assured […]
so we made very slow and tender love. The following day, a Saturday,
was a different story. Shortly after breakfast I told her to bring me
her history book.
“We have less than two weeks, Shannon, so you’ll have to work
very hard. I want you to […]
not sure exactly what she was feeling. However, she had agreed to
bring some things the next day in preparation for moving in with me,
so it seemed I was going to have plenty of opportunity to find out.
Shannon moved in with me the next night. She […]
I pushed her far enough away to be able to look at her and said, “You
never came like that before, did you.” A new flow of tears welled up
as she shook her head, and she looked down. I put my hand under her
chin and moved her to face me. […]
what was necessary. As I had only recently realized myself that I was
going to have to do something every day for the next forty or fifty years,
I understood how she felt. (I don’t really know why I perservered.
It was probably a sort of psychic inertia, my parents’ expectations
providing an […]
her arms and legs around me and began fucking like a frenzied animal.
This time I went with her, matching her stroke for stroke, encouraging
her to come as quickly as possible.
Thank god it was late at night, and we were the only people in
the building. […]
away and sat down on the chair.
“Sit down,” I whispered. She straddled my legs and sat slowly down,
my cock sinking into her cunt. We both moaned with pleasure as I went
all the way in, but it was she who kept up the noise.
[…]
as a cat who wants to be fed. She looked up at me, and I could see the
heat in her eyes. I stood up and moved to the other chair, which had
no arms. “Come here,” I told her.
She stood and walked over to […]
semen searing my cock, pouring into her throat, spraying her face like
sticky milk.
Shannon looked down at the drops of cum that had landed on the
floor and then up at me with a frightened expression. I knew what
she was asking; I simply nodded my head […]
physical and psychical. I squeezed her nipples very hard, eliciting a
cry from her, and then a tearful “You’re hurting me!” “Yes,” I replied,
my voice full of the relish I felt, “Oh, yes.” I pinched her again and
ordered, “Lick it!” She started in again, but when she got to […]
lust, and my need to establish complete control of this girl, won out.
I turned slowly around so that my ass was in her face, and bent over.
I took her tits firmly in my hands, and said, “Lick my asshole.”
She moved her face toward my ass, but stopped […]