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From: Paige Summter <paige.summter@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Butterflies 06 {Paige} (Mg, tg, reluc, oral, hist)
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Author: Paige Summter
Title: Butterflies
Part: 06
Summary: A young man has a series of dreams where he is
experiences his sexual fantasies
 as the receiving part.
Keywords: Mg, tg, reluc, oral, hist
License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported
License.
SeriesKeywords: M~g, M~Fg, MM~g, gander~g, dog~g, best, tg, bd,
sad, inc, ped, hist, slow, magic, preg, drug, reluc


This is my first attempt at writing fiction in English, I thought
it important to seek feedback prior to publishing the full
story.

I woke up, and looked up into Ethan's gray eyes, I felt a little
cold and shivered, "I think you drifted off for a short moment my
little whore", I nodded, feeling content and refreshed. Ethan
took my hands, and stood up, raising me to a kneeling position at
the same time, "now it's your turn to make me feel good", he
started fidgeting with his pants, and pulled out his thing, it
dangled in front of my eyes.

I wondered how a guy could believe that a thing like that looked
good, all wrinkled and squishy. I swallowed hard, having a pretty
good idea about what he wanted from me.

Ethan pulled my body up close to him, still kneeling, with my
back and hips straight, "Reach into my pants and gently rub my
nuts, and ever so gently stroke up and down on my cock with the
other" he said, I nodded and started to reach into his pants,
when WHAM, I felt him slap my cheek with his hand, "Just because
I have been nice to you does not give you privileges of
familiarity", my cheek smarted, my ear was ringing, I nodded "Yes
Master Ethan, I am sorry Master Ethan", "That's better bitch, now
do as you are told", I swallowed, suppressed a shudder and said:
"Yes Master".

I reached into his pants, and felt the soft rubbery bag in my
cupped hand, and started jerking him off with the other hand.
Jerking off from that angle felt strange, but was soon rewarded
with a stiffy. "Now put my cock in your mouth, suck my cock you
cunt, suck". "Yes Master", It felt strange to have him in my
mouth, not unpleasant, in some ways it was a bit like sucking on
his thumb, only more..., more serious, his thing tasted a bit
sour and salty in my mouth.

I started to rub with a flat hand on the pouch between his legs,
letting my fingers slide almost all the way to his anus, and then
back again; at the same time I bobbed my head back and forth,
letting my lips slide from the tip down his shaft, as far down as
my mouth could reach. After a little while I returned  to licking
and sucking the dark-red head for a little while. 

I could hear him breathe faster and faster, I liked hearing him
breathe like that, both because I knew this would be over soon,
but somehow it felt good to give him pleasure. Suddenly he
grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back, "Open your mouth
wide open cunt", I opened my mouth, and felt a flow of lukewarm,
salty, gooey stuff in my mouth. I could feel how he used his
thing to paint my face with the last of his cum oozing from the
tip, I wanted him to be pleased with me and let out a moan as he
painted my face.

"You are such a good little whore, I think you have given me with
enough entertainment for today, you can get dressed now, but I
don't want you to wash, I want you to wear and taste my seed all
day." I got up, and started to pick up my clothes, just as I had
picked up my bloomers, he took them out of my hands. "I do not
want you to wear these things, there should be no hindrances for
me to touch your flesh, not ever.", I nodded "Yes Master Ethan".

With that he unceremoniously stuffed his thing into his pants
again and walked off towards his horse. Leaving me to feel hurt,
rejected and cheap.

I dressed again and walked up to my usual spot, It felt weird
without bloomers under my skirt, but I knew I would get used to
it pretty quickly, most girls and women did not wear anything
under their chemises in the summertime, I was merely starting the
season a little early.

I stood there, feeling sorry for myself. I didn't much care for
the taste in my mouth, nor the stench of the stuff that flowed
out of me down below, the way he had just turned his back and
left me there stung, but I didn't dare to disobey him.

I sat down and opened the bundle mother had prepared, A
good-sized lump of bread, a water bag and the small bottle with
the liquid she had used on my scratches. Surely Master Ethan
could not object to me eating and drinking. The lotion in the
bundle told me that Mother must have guessed Master Ethan's
plans. I knew the lotion would prevent the fresh scratches made
by the talons of the gander from getting putrid. Mother had found
a way to let me know that all wounds heal, I was the luckiest
girl in the world, I loved my mother.

The rest of the day passed slowly, I decided to return early to
the village, and shortly after noon I gathered the gaggle and
started the slow walk home.

As I walked through the village, I could see something was
happening, I couldn't tell what, but the usual horde of children
was nowhere to be seen, nobody was working in the smithy. I had
to deliver the geese at the manor before I could try and discover
what was happening, as soon as I entered the field in front of
the manor I knew what the commotion was: 'Traveling merchants'. A
merchant caravan had set up camp in the field. It looked like
three or four oxcarts, and about the same number of large
circular tents in gaudy colors.

I guided the gaggle between the stables and barns toward the
goose pen, I could see nobody was working, people were standing
in small groups of three or four and talking, "Brigands",
"Murder", "Robbers" were some of the words I heard whispered as I
approached the pen. It sounded as if the trouble that had been
rumored was heading our way. I decided to hurry and find my
mother, maybe she knew what was happening.

I was a little out of breath when I entered our hut, I had run
most of the way from the pen, but the hut was empty, I left Rick
and Spot at the hut, and started on my way back to the manor at a
more leisurely pace, when I saw Denis coming my way. 

Denis was a dark haired boy, a little younger than I, he reached
to just below my shoulders, he had large laughing eyes and front
teeth that would make a rabbit feel inadequate, when he smiled,
his lips curved up very high. I liked Denis, he was almost the
only other kid in the village that never said anything hateful to
me, Denis even sat and talked with me from time to time, there
was nothing I wouldn't do for him. "Rach, come quick, your mother
needs your help up at the merchant camp".

We both ran towards the camp; Denis led me to one of the tents.
The tent was unlit with a small fire burning in the middle, I had
to pause inside the tent to allow my eyes to adjust to the
darkness.

Inside were four cots, each had a grown man, the men all seemed
to have been wounded. My mother was bandaging a young man, she
looked at me and gave a sober smile, "Rachel, it is good that you
are back early, please finish up here, when you are done, attend
to the man behind me.", The first man looked at me, then to my
mother, back at me, and then said to my mother: "Isn't she a
little young to take care of me?", my mother smiled and shook her
head, "Rachel is my daughter, I have trained her since she was a
little girl, she'll manage", mother got up and I took her place.

I sent the young man a smile. He had a cut on his thigh, just
above the knee. Mother had sown the wound, all that was left for
me to do was to bandage a poultice my mother had made onto his
wound. As I sat on the bed beside him, he moved his hand to my
thigh, his hand caressed me, I felt the hand make a fold in my
skirt as he started to caress my inner thigh. I felt sorry for
the young man, he had lost friends in the raid, but all he could
think of was to try to feel me up. I smiled and moved his hand
away, and then continued on my task.

The other man was unconscious, when I saw him I knew the only
thing I could do for him was to try to look pretty for him. He
would soon start on a new journey through life, if not today or
tomorrow, then the day after that. I sat briefly at his side,
went outside the tent to wash and make myself pretty, and then
sat by his side again, caressing his hand as I held it in my
lap.

I had helped my mother from time to time, but never with anything
as serious as this. The man laying there in front of me was old
enough to be my father, his shoulders were so wide that he could
barely lay on the cot in comfort, he had huge hands, I had to use
both my hands to hold one of his. I sat there, holding his hand,
examining his unconscious body, he hadn't shaved in a couple of
days, the black stubble clearly visible on his cheeks and chin. I
had never been this close to a man, except for what happened with
Master Ethan earlier this day. I felt curious what it would be
like to have a beard, I reached up to touch his cheek, first
using only my fingertips, but then I grew bold and gently rubbed
his cheek with the palm of my hand. It felt weird under my hand,
like a rasp used remove lint from clothes.






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