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Summerisle

Chapter Forty

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Mf oral

Iolanthe Summerisle was sitting on the sweeping stone stairway that lead to her father’s manor house with her eyes closed and her head tilted. She sat just outside of the shadow cast by the manor and was surrounded by a golden glow. Sam Sweetman saw the 15-year-old as he parked his car in the visitors’ lot at the far corner of the drive.

Even from that distance, Sam could see how beautifully the girl was dressed in a purple summer dress, black pumps and with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. The dress looked delightful against the caramel skin of her lithe and athletically built body.

Sam also noticed that Iolanthe had company. Sitting on the step behind the young teen was a man that Sam did not recognize. He could not make out much detail, but the man was stocky and dressed in what appeared to be a light wool suit. His hair was shaggy and golden, and shone in the late afternoon sun in such a way that Sam could not make out the man’s face.

As Sam stepped out of the car, the sun flashed in his eyes and he held his hand up to shield them. As he walked toward Iolanthe, Sam felt the sun’s glare lessen as he entered the lengthening shadow of the Manor house.

Sam lowered his hand and saw Iolanthe in front of him. Her eyes were open and sparkling with excitement. “I’m glad you were able to arrive earlier than planned” Iolanthe told Sam with a measured voice. Sam smiled at the girl and then glanced behind her. “Where is your friend that was just here?” he asked Iolanthe. The man had vanished.

Iolanthe looked puzzled, “Friend?” she asked, “I’ve been waiting for you alone for the last ten minutes” She began to get up and Sam automatically held out his hand to help her. The young noblewoman graciously took his hand and gracefully stood up. Sam could not help but notice the softness of her skin and the beauty of her body in the summer dress.

 “I was a little lost in thought,” the beautiful girl continued, “I could have been saying a little prayer, so I suppose I might have not noticed if somebody was sitting by me quietly”

Sam shook his head slightly “It must have been a trick of the light”

Iolanthe shrugged, she had not loosened her hold on Sam hand, “That is probably what it was” She let go of Sam’s hand now and hooked her arm through his, “Let me show you some more of the house.”

Iolanthe’s tour was short and hurried. Io would point out a few paintings that hung on the wall, or a vase on a table, but neither she, nor Sam, was truly interested. Iolanthe appeared to be very keen to direct Sam along the unfrequented hallways and up quiet stairs that led to her room. Sam, for his part, could not muster the energy to disguise the fact that he was exploring the noble woman’s body with his eyes in a way that his hands wished to.

Now Sam sat on Iolanthe’s bed while the pretty teenager leaned against her vast dressing table. Sam surveyed the room but he soon returned his gaze to Iolanthe. A huge mirror dominated the dressing table.

This had a useful side effect for Sam, since he was now able to see how Iolanthe’s position against the dressing table pulled her dress tight from both angles. Sam could take in the beauty of Iolanthe’s body from the front, and see how shapely her ass was by looking at her reflection.

Iolanthe looked contemplative and then asked, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

Sam was taken aback by this, before he could answer Iolanthe had turned to face the mirror and was fussing over some scent bottles arranged in front of it.

“Y-you’re very pretty” he stammered, in the mirror. Io smiled.

“Just Pretty?” she asked slyly.

“B-beautiful” Sam continued, his cock had begun to stir in his pants.

“Thank you. I’m flattered to hear you say I’m pretty,” Io continued and found the hair brush she was looking for she turned back to face Sam and began to brush her dark silky hair, watching Sam with her big brown eyes.

“You’re, you’re a goddess!” Sam exclaimed, his lust compelling him.

A broad smile spread across Iolanthe Summerisle’s face. “I’m a goddess?” she gave her hair a few more strokes with the brush then returned it to the dressing table top. Slowly, she walked over to her bed and leaned in to seductively whisper in Sam’s ear “If I am a goddess, perhaps you should worship me. Would you like that?”

Sam nodded eagerly and Iolanthe giggled excitedly, “Well, if you wish to worship a goddess you should dress properly!”

Sam stared at the girl, not comprehending

“Goddesses’ worshipers should be naked” Io explained with a sigh, “Take off your clothes!”

Sam immediately stood up and began to strip. Iolanthe chuckled at his eagerness. She steepled her fingers and watched as Sam hastily discarded his shirt and pants, then shrugged out of his undershirt and shorts. In seconds, he stood before Iolanthe completely and unashamedly naked, his cock rigid from the excitement of the situation and all the stimulation that Sam had experienced throughout the day.

“I’m ready to worship you, my goddess!” Sam declared, in mock portentous tones.

“Why, then you must kneel before the altar and await the appearance of your goddess” Io replied, indicating her bed with a wave of her hand. Sam obeyed this command and Io slowly began to pull her summer dress up.

The 15-year-old girl quickly divested herself of the dress and slipped out of her satiny panties. She wore no bra and Sam saw her beautiful nipples were standing to attention. He watched Io slink toward him. She climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Sam, so that the shaven slit of her tight little pussy was level with his face.

Sam breathed in deeply with arousal and he found his head swimming with the intoxicated scent of Iolanthe’s excitement. “So,” Io began “Do you wish to worship your goddess?” Sam was unable to speak, merely nod. “Good!” Iolanthe declared and she sank to the mattress. The 15-year-old girl swung her legs over Sam’s shoulders and used her heels to bring his face closer to her cunt, “Worship me!” she commanded.

Sam again took a deep breath and the sweet scent of Io’s cunt filled his nose making his cock jerk with excitement. He gently placed a kiss upon Io’s naked pussy lips, Io sighed at the contact.

Sam grew bolder and kissed the girl’s cunt with more force, he was rewarded with a taste of the girl’s juice. This spurred him on to let his tongue explore her pussy. Each stroke of Sam’s tongue resulted in more lubrication to leak from Iolanthe, her sighs became more regular, and the lovers began a rhythmic motion. Io’s clit soon reached such a swollen state that Sam was able to flick his tongue tip across it. Io moaned, “Uuuuuh Saaaam” and brought him closer to her, grinding her hips against his face as she did so.

Sam lapped Io’s pussy like a cat lapping cream, circling her clit with his tongue and splitting her pussy lips to plunge inside. Io’s breathing and moaning became more labored as her orgasm approached. Sam reached beneath the girl and cupped her ass so that he could press his mouth to her pussy even more fully. Io came, moaning loudly, “Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh” and Sam felt his face drenched in her pussy cream.

The lovers separated and Io sat up panting as the final waves of orgasm coursed through her body “You, Your Goddess is pleased” She gasped and changed positions on the bed. Now on all fours, she looked at Sam over her shoulder, “She wishes to give you a reward,” she said with a wink.

Sam did not need to be told twice. He rose to his feet and climbed onto the bed behind the young girl. Looked at the reflection of them both in the large mirror, his met the image of Iolanthe smiling back at him. The adorable expression on her face was the final enticement. Sam grasped Iolanthe‘s hips and entered her in a rush of lust as Io threw back her head and howled at the forceful penetration.

Sam and Iolanthe fucked rapidly, their desperate groans filling the room. Their cries were loud enough to be heard many floors away, but Sam and Iolanthe did not care one bit. Sam kept his eyes on their reflection, and the beautiful sight presented encouraged even more passion from him. Soon he felt his heavy balls begin to ache and he flooded Iolanthe’s cunt with spurt, after spurt, after spurt of cum.

Sam collapsed to the bed Iolanthe lay across him. Sam’s breathing was still heavy and Io looked at him with smoky eyes “Thank you” she murmured.

Sam stroked the girl’s hair “I should thank you, my goddess” he smiled. He sat up and looked at the clock by the side of Io’s bed. He had just enough time to dress and meet His Lordship as arranged. He sat up, kissed Iolanthe deeply one last time and began to collect his clothes.

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