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Summerisle
Chapter Thirty-nine |
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Sam Sweetman leaned back in his chair and smiled contentedly. It was almost time to leave for the day and he had accomplished a great deal: he had begun to organize his lordship’s deeds and had written a few contracts, which he would show his new employer that evening.
As he looked out of his office window, Sam could see the distant woods that surrounded the village, almost forming a natural wall around the place. He marveled at how beautiful they looked in the early evening light of late summer. Turning his gaze to his lap, Sam now saw something of even greater beauty.
Molly Simmonds knelt at his feet, her lust-filled eyes gazing up at him. The girl wore nothing except a shiny silver necklace that hung between her heavy tits. Her red hair bounced prettily as she licked the underside of Sam’s swollen cock and Sam let out a sigh of pleasure. With each passing day he was more convinced that this was the best job he had ever had.
Sam closed his eyes and thought about his day. From the events in the kitchen at breakfast until now, there had been almost no time at all that his prick had not been in a state of almost painful erection. First Tabitha and then Tara had stoked the fire of horniness that he had felt when he woke up that morning.
Molly had been more than helpful when Sam had reached the Seamstress. The first hour and a half of the workday had consisted of Sam and the landlord’s daughter fucking in Molly’s room. After they had been sated for the moment, the couple moved to the office. Molly brought her clothes with her, but did not bother to dress. Sam worked on contracts for a while before he felt the need for a “coffee break”, and Molly was again happy to oblige. Sam was amazed at the girl’s stamina and enthusiasm; she would not even let a call from his lordship curb her lust.
Now Sam began to think about what waited for him at home. He thought of his wife, Caroline, and what fun they would have once he returned from Satyr’s House. By that time, the kids would most likely be in bed and the couple would be undisturbed. Thinking of the kids being in bed sent Sam’s thinking down another path.
He imagined himself creeping stealthily, completely naked, down the stairs from his and Caroline’s attic bedroom and opening the bedroom door of his 13-year-old daughter. Tabitha was also nude and he saw himself gently shaking the young girl by the shoulder. Sam was pleased that his daughter was so obedient as she woke and smiled at her father. In his daydream, Tabitha silently reached out and began to stroke her father’s cock. She hungrily took it between her lips, twirling her tongue around it as if it were the most delicious Popsicle she had ever tasted.
Sam felt his prick pulse as the imaginary tongue of his daughter and the very real tongue of Miss Molly Simmonds began to coax pre-cum from him. Sam’s breath hissed in his nose as he felt himself begin to cum. He opened his eyes and saw Molly smiling as she tasted the semen splattering inside her mouth.
Molly allowed Sam to send jets of cum into her throat, swallowing all of it before releasing his prick and kissing the tip. She then stood up and placed a kiss on Sam’s lips. “Oi’ve gotta get dressed now” she said in a low voice, “I promised moi dad oi’d ‘elp ‘im with the pub” She slipped into her skintight, dark blue jeans, much to Sam’s disappointment, even though they hugged her ass wonderfully. He began to protest, but the phone on his desk rang.
Molly wriggled into her tight, blue tee-shirt, “Yer should answer ‘at” she continued when her head reappeared through the hole in the shirt. “Anyway, it’s a’most toime fer yer to go ‘ome” Sam nodded with mock resignation and reached for the phone. As he brought the receiver to his ear, he watched Molly blow him a kiss, turn and slink out of the room. The sight of the young women’s ass in those jeans made Sam forget momentarily that he had just answered the phone.
A young aristocratic and female voice came from the receiver, “Hello?” This snapped Sam out of his reverie.
“Hello, sorry, hello” He replied with a hasty voice.
“Oh good” the caller sounded relieved, “I thought for a moment that I’d reached a bad connection”
“No,” Sam reassured her, “I was just a little distracted” The voice on the other end of the line was familiar, but he didn’t want to demand an identification, particularly because the voice was melodic and warm, making his cock stir.
Fortunately the caller identified herself, “Oh, I understand. Well, this is Io Summerisle here”
“Oh yes, your ladyship” Sam was not sure if that was the right way to address the daughter of his employer but Iolanthe did not correct him, “What can I do for you?”
“Well,” Iolanthe’s voice took on a husky tone, “I was speaking with my father this morning at breakfast and he mentioned that you would be paying him a visit this evening”
“Th-that’s correct” Sam was taken aback by the sound of the 15-year-old girl’s voice, his cock rapidly stiffened at hearing it.
Iolanthe continued, “I was in the middle of changing after school and a thought occurred to me,” The image of the girl in her school uniform flashed across Sam’s mind; she would have looked as wonderful as his own daughter Tara had that morning. He sighed quietly and gently wrapped his free hand around the tip of his throbbing prick. “I wondered if you’d like to perhaps make it here a little earlier” Iolanthe asked, her voice becoming deeper, complimenting the huskiness.
“I, I could certainly do that” Sam replied while stroking the tip of his thumb against the head of his cock, “Does you father require me to bring anything since he’s changing the time?”
“Oh,” Iolanthe sounded surprised and in the background Sam thought he could hear the sound of bed springs. He imagined Iolanthe reclining on her bed to talk to him, wearing only half of her school uniform and his prick pulsed some more. “Daddy still wants to see you at Six, I thought you could come here earlier and we could...” she paused as if looking for the right word “talk” was what she settled on.
Sam swallowed hard, “Er, yes I think I can arrange that. Shall I see you in an hour?”
Iolanthe had a giggle in her voice when she relied, “Absolutely Mr. Sweetman, I’ll look forward to it” and then she disconnected.
“Oh, and so will I” Sam muttered.
An hour until he saw Iolanthe! He needed to find Molly right now!
“And it’s time I met her father” Sam thought, “After all, he’s the one who I rent my office from”
Sam made himself presentable, but this required thinking hard about paperwork so that his cock would lose its stiffness enough for him to fasten his pants. He had to concentrate on that because images from his own dreams and experiences of the day kept flitting across his mind and he would become hard again:
He saw Molly bent over the desk, her freckled thighs parted to reveal the light pink lips of her cunt, shiny with juice. He imagined his daughter Tara in Molly’s place, a coy smile of invitation on her face as she looked at him over her naked shoulder. He remembered how his wife Caroline had been so demanding of sex the night before and how warm his youngest daughter Tabitha’s buttocks had felt against his palms in the kitchen before breakfast.
However, once he had control of himself, Sam left his office in search of Molly. Since she had told Sam that she would be helping her father in the bar, that’s where he headed to find her.
The bar was quiet when Sam entered it, but not completely empty. A young girl sat, studying a textbook at a table near the front of the pub. The fading sunlight streaming through the window turned her golden blonde hair into an angelic halo. She looked up at the sound of Sam’s footsteps. She took a sip from the glass of water and then, in a calm and measured voice, said “Hello Mr. Sweetman”
Sam was taken aback by this. He was about to say, “How do you know who I am, and who are you?” when he realized how like Molly this younger girl looked. “You must be Isabel,” he said with a smile.
Isabel Simmonds nodded, “You can call me Issy” She took another sip of water. Aside from the difference in their hair colors, she was facially the twin of her older sister. Sam’s thoughts wandered to what other similarities might exist before he asked, “Have you seen you sister? She said she’d be helping your father down here”
Issy smiled and pushed out her chair, she was still in her school uniform and Sam saw that it made the most of her surprisingly well-developed body, just as it had for his daughter’s. He could not prevent the grin that spread across his face as the young girl came closer. Issy reached out her hand and took Sam’s, “I think I’d better show you where Molly is”
Sam let the little 13-year-old blonde lead him back up the stairs. The passed Molly’s room and Sam’s office and approached a door at the end of the corridor. Issy stopped at this door and put her finger to her lips, indicating that Sam should stay quiet.
Like all the others on this floor, this bedroom was soundproofed. However by leaning near the door Sam could hear inside through the keyhole.
He heard a man panting with effort, the bed creaking and the unmistakable sound of Molly Simmonds moaning. Her voice was almost entirely nonsensical groans and grunt of pleasure, but occasionally Sam could hear Molly repeating the name, “Daaad, ooooh Daaad” which caused the unseen man to redouble his efforts.
Sam straightened up and looked at Issy, who shrugged then
beckoned him closer, “Want to see my room?” she whispered in his ear. Sam
could see down the front of the young girl’s uniform, she was wearing the
same coral underwear as
Issy ushered Sam into her room, which was pretty messy. Clothes, books, and stuffed animals lay around on the floor and bed as if a minor hurricane had passed through. The little blonde released Sam’s hand for the first time since she’d first taken hold of it in the bar and indicated that he should sit on the bed.
Issy closed her bedroom door. This room was also soundproof, so Sam could no longer tell if Molly and her father were still enjoying each other. “Molly was helping Dad in the bar but then they rushed upstairs again,” She began to lift her uniform dress up, to Sam’s amazement and delight. As she wriggled out of the dress she continued, “I think it got too much for them both”
Then she located a tee-shirt from a pile near her bed. As she pulled the tight blue shirt on she commented, “Tabi told me her dad was good looking, but wow!” This flattery did nothing to reduce the state of Sam’s erection, which the girl had inspired. “Now,” Issy said to herself, “Where did I put those jeans?” She stood in front of Sam in her tee-shirt and coral panties and looked pensive.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on her face and she declared, “I remember!” and dived across her bed. Now lying on her belly in front of Sam, her hip resting on his knee she searched beneath her bed for the missing pants. Her coral panties peeked out from beneath her tight tee shirt and made her butt cheeks seem impossible for Sam to take his eyes off the little girl.
Issy continued to talk as if nothing was strange about this situation, “I’m really glad that Tabi came to the village ” Sam could not help it any longer; he stretched out his hand and placed it flat on Issy’s ass, stopping her sentence dead.
Issy straightened up and turned her head to look at Sam. Her eyes had become heavy lidded but still held his stare. Sam could hear both of their breathing in this quiet bedroom and he could feel his heart beat increasing, but he could not bring himself to remove his hand from Issy’s ass. After an apparent eternity, Issy slowly, and without breaking eye contact, reached back and pushed her coral panties down her ass cheeks and onto her thighs, exposing her buttocks for Sam.
Sam could not believe what was happening. He let his hand squeeze the pretty 13-year-old’s ass while he gazed into her beautifully innocent looking face that hid her true intent. Sam felt his cock surging against his pants as the delicious and intoxicating scent of Issy’s excited cunt reached his nose. Issy lifted herself up and rolled onto her back. She rested her head on Sam’s thigh and reached out for his zipper. Sam let his hand travel down the little blonde’s belly until it reached her pussy.
There Sam was delighted to feel just how wet the 13-year-old had become. He began to rub her cunt slit with his fingertips, while Issy quickly opened the front of Sam’s pants and freed his swollen cock she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. With its pointed tip, she began to trace the shape of Sam’s cock head. Sam felt pre-cum accumulating at the end of his prick and then groaned as it began to seep out into Issy’s mouth.
For her part, Issy was rotating her hips against Sam’s hand, sighing and stretching the material of her panties wide to allow Sam to slip his fingers inside her cunt. Sam let them sink into the gooey interior of the little blonde girl’s pussy and felt the warmth there, making his cock jerk with excitement. His gaze traveled from Issy’s thighs to her face where he saw her still looking intently at him. Just as Issy began to reach for Sam’s cock with her hand, Sam noticed the time on Issy’s bedside clock.
“Damn! Damn! Damn!” he thought and then said, “Look I’m sorry, but I’m really going to be late.” Issy sat up and looked at him and pouted as Sam was hurriedly dressing, “Look, come to my office after school tomorrow we can start all over again” he said.
Issy pouted further, “Promise?” she asked in a sulky voice.
Sam was already at the door, “Yes I promise!” With that, he left the girl still with her panties around her thighs on the bed. He made his way to the office, shut down his computer and dashed out of the door, hoping that he would not be late to meet Iolanthe.
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