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Subject: {ASSM} Girl in the Cottage  Rewrite Part 1
Date: Tue,  5 Nov 2002 22:10:02 -0500
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The Girl in the Cottage


She was dressed in jeans and a baggy blue sweatshirt, all too big
for her. But she was cute in a way, still in her twenties, a
freckled girl with big eyes on the train down to the coast. She
told him she was married to a German. "How is that?" the man
asked, just to be polite. "Oh, we married when I was 17", she
said with a smile. "You know, you are so very young and he was so
considerate." 

The man hesitated. "Too considerate?" She quickly looked away. 

An hour later the train pulled at the station and they parted. He
picked up his suitcase and bid a conventional farewell. She had
been nice company. She said: "Usually it's such a boring trip."
She picked up a notebook from her purse and her hands were
trembling.

"Yes?" He frowned, not quite sure what was happening. "I will
stay in a cottage down by the coast", she said quickly, "if
you're around, of course". "Oh, I have a hell of a lot of work to
do", he said. "I'm not sure..." 

She folded the note. "My number", she said in a small voice. "In
case..." Then she bit her lip. He just nodded, being late
already.

The chestnut tree was visible from the road. You could hear the
sea nearby but the cottage lay embedded in lilacs and old apple
trees. She opened the door and seemed embarrassed. "It's not much
of a house, she said, but it's fine with me."

She was slender girl and simply dressed, a striped white blouse,
a mauve corduroy skirt and sandals. Newly shined riding boots
were standing in the hallway. "Where's the horse?" he said. "You
just drove by the stable", she said. "The farm is up the road."

The crop was on the kitchen table, out of place.

She prepared some sandwiches, roast with horseradish cream,
Stilton. He stood behind her watching. "So you're on vacation?"
he asked. "Not really", she said. "I'm supposed to prepare for my
exam." "And you are not?" She tried to find the right words. "I
brought my books", she said and turned around. 

She was pale and the freckles stood out like pebbles on a beach.
He put a hand on her shoulder and wiped some cream off her lips
with his thumb. She trembled. He put the thumb in her mouth and
she seemed paralyzed for a moment, then with a quick laugh she
sucked the cream off. They went into the sittingroom, she with
the tea kettle and he with the sandwiches.

"You love your husband?" "I do", she said. "But ..." She didn't
finish."Sorry, it was rude of me to bring it up. Now, what about
that horse?" he asked.

Night was falling. She had lit a candle and her eyes shone from
the sofa. He knew a little more about horses and she knew a
little more about mountaineering. She had her feet pulled up
under her, shoes off, and sipped carefully, as if the tea was
still hot. Her hands were not trembling anymore.

She wore no make up. No bra either, at least he didn't notice any
straps when he touched her in the kitchen. He looked at her knees
and she pulled at the rim of the skirt. 

"More tea?" she asked. It was fine. "Are you leaving?" "No", he
said with a smile. She might have blushed, it was hard to see,
but she bit her lip again and then smiled back and stretched out,
looking at her toes. The nails were painted red. "Not yet".

He went over to the sofa and took her hand. "Stand up." The eyes
wondered why but she was not scared anymore, she was curious. "I
want to see what you look like." "I'm not special in any way",
she mumbled coyly. "Oh you are", he said. She thought about it
for a while, then with a quick smile she rose and posed for him
like a little girl. 

"Shall I turn around?" He sat on the edge of the sofa. "Yes", he
said. She was beautiful, but not conscious of it. "Hands over
your head", he said. "You can't order me around like a puppet",
she protested. "I just did", he said. She put her hands behind
her neck and turned. She didn't shave her legs, as far as he
could see. 

"Walk to the door and back again", he said. She walked like
Chaplin, elbows at the side. She came up close, he sensed the
warmth of her body. "Turn around." She turned. He put his hand on
the inside of her knee and felt her slowly up the thigh. She
gasped and stiffened. She didn't shave, allright. And she had the
softest down. 

He carressed her for quite some time, never touching her, from
the knee up, front side, back side. Her breathing became heavier.
He let go of her and she turned to face him, not a little girl
anymore. "Raise your skirt", he said. "No", she said somewhat
heatedly. "You are using me ... like a toy". He looked her
straight in the eyes. "Yes I am." He was all matter of fact now.

"Don't be such a prude", he said. "You want to. If  not, you can
just tell me to leave." She felt his hand on the inside of her
thigh. "You are beautiful", he whispered, "and I just want you to
raise your skirt for me. Please." Her shiny eyes fixed his while
she weighed the pro and cons. 

"Okay", he said and moved as to rise. "I am sorry if I offended
you..." 

"No", she whispered, "wait." 

She took a deep breath and composed herself, then pulled at the
rim of her skirt, an inch at a time. She kept her thighs
together. Small white panties she wore, sheer and latticed. Then
she let it down again. Now she was really blushing. 

She was breathing through the mouth. "Was that so terrible?" he
asked. She shook her head. He put one arm around her waist and
stroke the hair off her forehead. She was damp from perspiration.
"You really behave like a little schoolgirl."

He took off her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped out
of it, as from habit. He sat down again. "Now for your panties",
he said softly

He let his hand slide up the inside of the thigh, though not all
the way. Her knees parted just a little, just half an inch or so.
She didn't resist. Her breathing became heavier. "You are a horny
little girl, aren't you? You long to take off your panties."

"No", she whined. "Can't you just take me to bed?" 

He felt her breast through the blouse. "Your nipples know more
about life than you do." He pinched one through the blouse and
squeezed it. She cringed but didn't cry out. He squeezed harder,
she gasped and tears came in her eyes, but still didn't withdraw.
"You can stand quite some pain but not to show your little cunt,
what does that make you?" he asked. "Now, take them off." 

She quickly put her thumbs inside the waist and pulled the
panties down to her knees. She had a small brown tuft on her
mound, natural, not trimmed. He felt her and she opened easily,
her juices were flowing. 

"Taste yourself." He put two fingers in her mouth. "Suck." She
sucked his fingers, eyes shut, his other hand fondling her.
"Please fuck me", she whispered. 

He hade her sitting in his lap. "You didn't want me too
considerate. Right?" She nodded. He kissed her and she responded
by putting her arms around his neck and press herself against
him, her tongue eager. "Do you suck cock that way too?" he
teased. "I don't do that", she said. "At least I never tried."

He had one hand between her legs and kissed her from time to
time. She curled up. "Have you ever been spanked?" he asked.
"What?" she exclaimed. "Are you going to beat me?" "That was not
the question", he said. "Kiss me", she said.

After a bout of kissing he ordered her to go fetch the crop. "And
no more little girl antics", he added. The girl went out in the
kitchen and returned with the crop. "Be careful", she said. "I
always am", he muttered. "Why did you put it on the table in the
first place?" "I don't know", she said. "It just felt..."

"You think you can control things and then you can't", he said. 

He instructed her to stand in front of him. "Hands on your head,
legs parted." She was obedient now, still in her blouse but nude
from the waist down. He put the flap of the crop on the girl's
pussy, tapping it. "You didn't ever expect to offer your little
cunt to the whip, did you? " She shook her head, close to crying
now. 

He tapped her a little harder, just for the show, and put his arm
around her, comforting her. She soon was upp on her toes to kiss
him, and her hand fumbled with his belt buckle. "I want to feel
it", she said. He laughed. "In due time."

He took the girl in his arms, went into the bedroom, and laid her
down on her back with her legs over the edge. He put pillows
under her bottom. She followed him with her eyes, rosy cheeks and
shameless now, legs apart. Her pussy looked like a peach split
open. 

He opened his fly and entered her. She reached for him but he
kept her down. Red flames was on her breast and neck, she was
more freckled than ever. 

He didn't rush, he waited and then slowly pushed all the way in.
She was very tight, winced when he pushed too deep but also tried
to keep him when he withdrew. When she started to tremble he
stopped, she said no, please, but he just turned her around and
entered her from behind. 

He fucked her hard now, pressing her down in the bed. She was
covered by him. His hand found her breasts, he squeezed her
nipples. She was all trembling and suddenly she moaned and then
convulsed. He ceased moving, just lay there waiting. 

The panting subsided and he started to move again, slowly at
first. There was more friction now, as if the oil had turned
watery. When the trembling began and he sensed she was on her way
he pumped her violently, then growled and fell down on top of
her. 

They lay there panting for a minute or two, as dolphins stranded.
He still in his trousers and shirt, she with her blouse up under
her arms, wet from sweat and wrinkled. "I haven't... in years",
she began. 

He rolled off and put a finger on her lips. "No excuses", he
said, "clean me up". She didn't understand. He took her by the
neck and pushed her down to his cock, red and swollen but softer
now. "No", she said, "I don't want ..." 

He slapped her, first on the right cheek, then on the left. "Now,
clean me up." He forced his cock into her mouth and after a while
she started to lick and suck. He kept his hand on her head until
she was finished, than had her to clean his balls. 

Afterwards he sat on the edge of the bed looking at her. She kept
her arms crossed across her breasts, but didn't bother to cover
her pussy. Semen was trickling down the thigh and down on the
sheets. 

"You are quite a prude, aren't you?" he stated. "You forced me",
she said, a hint of anger in her voice. "Well, you wouldn't find
out on your own, would you?" he said. "Now you know." He stood
up, then kissed her. "Thanks for the tea, girl."

She heard the car start and back out on the road. The headlight
swept over the ceiling of the bedroom and he was gone.

SORENSEN


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