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Lord Summerisle led Tara
over to one of the stone benches. On one end lay his robe and a rolled up
towel. Lord Summerisle sat on the other end and indicated that Tara should sit next to him. Still holding her gaze, Lord Summerisle
asked, “Have you ever seen a naked man before? In real life I mean.”
“N-not really, only in b-books,” she stammered.
“Have you ever been kissed before?” Tara
thought of the night before but Lord Summerisle continued … “by a man.”
“N-no.” Tara felt
compelled to be truthful.
“Shall we change that?” Lord Summerisle leaned forward and
placed a kiss softly on Tara’s lips. Tara moaned, her nipples became hard and her pussy
began to ache. Lord Summerisle grasped Tara’s
waist and drew her onto his lap and he kissed her again. Tara
let out a stifled moan as she felt the stem of the nobleman’s prick begin to
rise against her ass.
Lord Summerisle’s hand enclosed Tara’s
breast and pinched one of her nipples. His other hand roamed her damp body
and his now hugely hard penis pressed at the cleft between Tara’s
ass cheeks. Iolanthe’s father broke the kiss, “On your back, Tara!” he demanded
Tara had a faraway look
on her face. She slowly rose from the bench and moved away from the man, her
eyes still glued to his cock. She obediently lay down on the bench, and
placed a foot on the floor either side of it. Tara’s
thighs spread wide. The old Tara would have
been mortified at her brazen display of her vagina. Now Tara
thought, “I want him to see my pussy. I want him to touch it!”
Lord Summerisle stood up. His cock jutted straight out,
thick and weighty, tipped with a large deep red head. The nobleman bent
across the naked teen and kissed her again. Tara
readily opened her mouth to let her lover slip his tongue inside.
As they kissed, Lord Summerisle slid his hand down Tara’s
belly. Tara’s breathing became deeper as
Lord Summerisle’s hand came closer to the joining of her thighs. She murmured
in pleasure as Lord Summerisle separated her cunt lips and began gently to
stroke her clit with his fingertips.
Tara coiled her tongue
around Lord Summerisle’s. His fingers at her pussy
felt so good. Her hips were rhythmically pumping against the wonderful
strokes. Lord Summerisle began to move his head down her 15 year-old body,
licking her stiff nipples. She squeezed her eyes shut at the intensity of the
experience.
The nobleman continued down the teen’s nubile body and now
Tara felt kisses on her hairy pussy. Lord Summerisle
grasped Tara’s ass and urged her hips
upward, to bring her clit even closer to his mouth. “Uuuuuh
uuuuuhh
mmmmmmmm,” Tara
moaned as Lord
Summerisle traced her pussy‘s slit with the tip of his tongue. Her cries
echoed around the room. Tara abandoned
herself to her lust as she panted, “Please!”
Lord Summerisle stopped his ministrations, much to Tara’s dismay. “Please what?” he asked.
“Please fuck me,” Tara
moaned, her voice was almost a whisper.
“I’m not sure I heard that,” His Lordship taunted. “You
will have to speak up!”
“Please! Please fuck me!” Tara
cried out, her need all-consuming.
“It would be my pleasure!” Lord Summerisle replied. “We’d
better deal with that bothersome hymen of yours”
Lord Summerisle reached either side of the bench, brought Tara’s feet up, and placed them close together on the
bench. This forced her thighs even further apart. Lord Summerisle reached
past Tara’s head and picked up his towel. He
made Tara raise her hips off the bench and
he placed the rolled towel beneath the girl’s butt.
This elevation, coupled with the wide division of her
thighs, made the lips of Tar’s pussy gape slightly. Lord Summerisle covered
the humid cunt with his palm. He briefly played with her clit using his
thumb. The girl was panting, overwhelmed by her unfulfilled desire. She
mouthed, , “Please?”
Lord Summerisle smiled. He moved along the bench slightly,
his cock twitching in anticipation. He brought the head of his penis to Tara’s slit. The girl gasped as the head separated her
cunt lips. Lord Summerisle placed his hands on Tara’s shoulders, pinning them
to the bench and pushed his prick slowly into Tara’s
virgin pussy.
As the shaft moved deeper, Tara’s
breath slowed she drew it in sharply as her cunt lips completely engulfed the
head of her lovers cock. She let out the breath but drew began to slowly draw
it in again as the shaft of Lord Summerisle’s stiff prick slid up her vagina.
Suddenly Tara felt the cock touch something
that prevented it’s further progress. Lord
Summerisle began to draw his hips back. Tara
grumbled in disappointment, “Awwwww”. To her delight he again began to slide his penis into her.
Tara could feel her cunt
clinging to Lord Summerisle’s cock. He went only so deep as the obstacle that
resisted his penetration and then slid back out. Lord Summerisle looked into
Tara’s eyes, “Are you ready Tara?” he asked
with a husk in his voice.
Tara was unsure of what
her lover meant but she nodded. She knew she could never say no to this man.
The nobleman drew his hips back further than before, the
head of his cock barely inside Tara’s 15
year-old cunt. “Here we go!” he whispered and thrust into Tara’s aching
pussy.
She groaned, “Ah ahahahhahahhhh
aaahuuuuhhowwww!” The groan became a cry of pain as her hymen
tore from her cunt. Miss Tara Summerisle was no longer a virgin.
Lord Summerisle continued to thrust inward until his balls
rested against Tara’s butt. Her pussy
spasmed around the thick shaft and she grunted at the residual discomfort
from her deflowering. She was becoming used to the incredible stretching her
vagina was experiencing when, to her horror, Lord Summerisle began you
extract his cock.
“N-no!” she wailed and lifted her feet off the bench. Tara wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist and
pressed her heels into his ass in an attempt to keep his penis inside her.
Lord Summerisle calmly placed her feet back on the bench
and pulled himself out of the girl’s tight little cunt. His stiff cock shone
with a mixture of Tara’s juices and the blood
of her deflowerment. “Up you get, Tara, and
get on all fours!” he commanded.
Tara shakily sat up on
the bench and turned around. She adopted the position he told her to take.
She could feel a little blood in her pussy still diluted by the copious flood
of juice that was flowing out onto her thighs and ass cheeks.
Lord Summerisle stood behind Tara.
He eased her thighs slightly wider and then applied pressure to her
shoulders. Tara lowered her front and her
hips raised slightly.
She held her breath as Lord Summerisle touched her cunt
again. The next moment she felt the nobleman grasp her hips just as the head
of his prick entered her pussy. It went in with a strong thrust that caused Tara to moan and her clit to throb.
Lord Summerisle fucked the 15-year-old Sweetman girl hard
and deep, each inward thrust elicited a moan from the girl. Tara’s
large titties shook with the motion of their fucking. Tara
cried out repeatedly as her body reached a crisis. As she neared the point she began to babble. Most of her utterances were
just animalistic grunts and moaning but as she came
she said one intelligible word, “Uh haaaaahh
haaaaaaahhhh
aaaahhhhh
oooooohhhhh DADDY!” Tara’s
head sank and she hid her face against her arms.
“Interesting!” Lord Summerisle commented as he continued
to piston his cock in and out of Tara’s
tight little cunt. “Don’t you think so, Tam?”
Tara looked up wide-eyed.
“Wh-what?” She asked and squinted towards
the arch. There was a deep purple blur leaning against it. Tara
wasn’t wearing her glasses and it wasn’t until the
blur came closer and removed his robe that she recognized Tam.
“Very interesting Father!” Tam answered his father’s
question.
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