To a Different Life (Mf, MF, Inc, Anal, Oral)
by KeithMcD


Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, I don't rape and never have, used drugs nor have I
murdered anyone. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things
my characters do and none of the situations are real either.
These are just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT
wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one
takes my tales as anything but strokable fun.

Please email me with your comments at:
Keith DOT  McDougall134 AT googlemail DOT com





1

Tessa Johns shuddered and came again, the thick cock in her pussy
throbbing and jumping as it squirted and squirted into her,
filling her womb as it had every night for three years.

The man above her gasped, kissing her unwilling lips and then
slowly dragged his long, thick incestuous cock from her vagina,
her hole leaking the copious sperm he had been spurting into her
all evening.

He sucked at her small, plump breast and then smiled down at her
as he kissed her tight lips, laughing as he got up and picked up
his pyjamas, looking down at her slender form, her smooth skin
shiny with sweat.

“Goodnight, Baby!” he said as he stroked her wet flesh.

The girl swallowed and almost choked as she answered.

“G...goodnight, D...Daddy!” she stuttered, almost unable to bring
herself to say the words.

He laughed again and left the room, passing the cot with their
incest-borne child sleeping inside, the baby girl lay on her
back, a rattle clutched in her fist as she slept.

Edward Johns stroked her head, his daughter borne of his
daughter, and then left the room.

Tessa lay there, crying softly as she remembered the first time
he had come into her room and raped her, again and again, beating
her with his thick belt when she resisted, her mother in the next
room doing nothing to help the girl as she screamed out for her.

That had been three years ago now and the seventeen year old
already had two children for her father, a little boy and now the
baby girl laying in the cot. Both of them with her father named
on the birth certificate.

The small Scottish Island they lived on was a very small
community of around thirty people, all related in some form and
all familiar with her father's use of her young body.

The large, heavily built fisherman had allowed sick local the
priest to sodomise her regularly, the man cumming up into her
bowels and her mouth whenever he pleased, even coming to the
house to use her while her mother was sitting in the living room
with her grandchildren.

Tess hated her father, her mother and all the people who allowed
her to have to live as a slave for her father's perverted lusts.
She dreamed of escaping the island and her sick life as a
sex-slave to her very own father.

At night she often dreamed of a handsome stranger, a man with
dark skin and a handsome, trusting face. She dreamed he would
take her away from her woes and give her happiness in far away
London, where he had a big house.

Then she would wake and realise that there would be no rescue, no
handsome dark-skinned stranger coming to her rescue. She was
stuck in her personal hell.

Every now and then she would walk to the edge of the cliffs and
think about jumping into the icy cold waters below, ending her
life and her suffering. But then she would remember her baby
daughter and realise that she would grow up to replace her in her
father's bed.

She finally raised herself out of bed and staggered to the door,
going, naked, out into the hall to the bathroom, showering and
then returning to her room to put on the thin dress her father
insisted she wore, the one that showed off her shapely legs and
her firm thighs.

She knew that Father Raymond was coming to see her today and that
he would be divesting himself of his 'holy' sperms up into her
tight backside once again as he had every day this week.

She used the KY jelly that her father had acquired for her when
he visited the mainland, rubbing it into her anus and fingering
the tight little hole until it was very slippery, then she pulled
on her skimpy panties her father had bought her.

She picked up the baby and took her downstairs, giving her to her
mother while she made breakfast for her family, then she sat and
ate.

Her father sat next to her, stroking her smooth thigh and talking
to her son-brother and mother as if nothing at all was abnormal.

“Make sure Father Raymond leaves that money he promised me,” he
told his wife, “We need to buy a new washing machine and that
money will be very handy indeed!”

Her mother looked over at her and blushed, looking away and
telling her grandson to sit up straight. The woman didn't want to
admit to the reality of what was happening, preferring to ignore
it and pretend that everything was normal.

Tess sat there, her father fondling her thigh and eating. She
decided that no matter what, she would leave the island with her
kids, even if it killed them all.

–

The man gasped as he slid into her bum again and again, his thin
cock still hurting her because of her anal tightness and his evil
need to plunder her rectum.

“Praise be!” he gasped as he sodomised her, “'Tis a glorious
thing you do for the servant of the Lord!”

He grasped her breasts, squeezing them and moulded them in his
hands, humping against her and sliding himself in and out of her
bottom.

Tessa gasped, feeling those evil feelings that always betrayed
her, moaning before she could stop it, the man above her
delighted as he stroked his cock in her clutching bum.

He worked at her, humping against her and stuffing her anus again
and again, his hand sliding under her belly to find and stroke
her plump, hairy vagina, finding her clitoris, causing her to
gasp and moan louder as he fingered it.

He always made sure they came together, making her complicit in
the act, her anus grasping him as he spurted deep into her
bowels, the girl cumming under him as he seeded her rectum.

She whimpered as she slowly came down from her hard orgasm,
telling herself that she hated it, but knowing that she liked
this feeling she was always forced to endure.

The priest's cock sucked out of her rectum, and he got up off her
bed, dressing and once again donning the black garb of his
station.

He smiled down at her as she still lay on her stomach, making the
sign of the cross over her.

“Bless you, my child!” he said and left her crying.

When she finally managed to raise herself up off the bed, she
once again showered and cleaned herself, then went down to
continue her household chores, finding her mother and the evil
priest sitting there together, talking.

“Ah! Here comes the delightful girl now!” the priest said,
turning to smile at her as if nothing had happened in her room
between them but a polite chat.

She forced a smile and sat down next to the man, hugging her
daughter to her chest and feeding her from her small, plump
breasts.

The priest stared lustfully as the child suckled, looking as
though he wanted to suck on the other one himself. The maniacal
glint in his eyes frightening her, making her believe that he
would actually do it in front of her mother.

It was just a matter of time before he wanted much more than just
her bottom.

After he had gone, Tess sat glaring at her mother, the woman
unable to look at her at all. She blushed, looking at the TV
instead and playing with her grandchild.

“Look after Rachel,” Tess told her, “I'm going for a walk to rid
myself of this stink!”

She place her daughter in her mother's arms, glaring into the
woman's eyes as she looked up at her briefly. Then she walked out
to the hallway, putting on her coat and going out the door.

Tess passed many people who smiled and nodded at her, but as
usual, she ignored them, knowing what they thought of her and
what some of them wanted.

She walked to the cliffs and looked out at the distant mainland,
seeing the ships and boats moving between the island and the far
shores, wondering how she would ever escape.

Then she saw it, the power boat that her father used to fish.
That was when she thought of it, her way off this hell-hole,
wondering how she hadn't thought of it before.

He was on his way back from his morning fish and would arrive
hungry, and probably horny as well, wanting to mount her after he
had his shower.

She literally ran back home, rushing into the house and going up
to her room, looking through her things and finding heavy clothes
to protect her and her kids against the cold.

She packed her two large bags and hid them under the bed, then
she went to her mother's room, finding the medicine case the
woman kept the her tranquillisers in, breaking it open and taking
several and pocketing them for later.

She covered up the breakage as best she could and went down
stairs, going into the kitchen and beginning preparations for the
evening meal.

It was summer and still remained bright during the late evening,
bright enough to traverse the distance while it was still bright
enough to see. Any later and she would have no idea where she was
going, probably putting herself and her children in dire danger.

Her father arrived after six, taking his shower then dragged her
up to bed, throwing her down onto it naked and climbing between
her thighs.

She gasped as he sank into her, sliding deep and lodging firmly
in her belly, gasping as he embedded himself inside her and lay
upon her.

“Ahhhhhh!” he gasped as she squeezed him inside her vulva,
“Daddy's special whore feels so good to be in. He just loves
fucking his little girl!”

She sobbed at his words, wanting to kill him instead of just
drugging him and escaping, but not wanting to do anything that
would mean that she would be brought back here.

He humped slowly into her, sliding his thick cock in her pussy
and stroking her inner flesh, making her moan involuntarily,
delighting him further as he kissed her and slid his tongue into
her resistant mouth.

–

She stood over them, watching them still asleep in their seats,
the TV still playing in the room as she picked up her kids and
led them out to the street.

They were dressed warmly, and so was she, wearing clothes that
covered her body much more than she had worn in years.

A few people passed her, frowning as they walked past. She knew
that she would have to hurry before someone realised what she was
doing. Forcing herself to walk casually as she 'wandered' through
the tiny town towards the harbour and her father's boat.

She felt her heart in her throat as she climbed aboard, hushing
her son as he asked where they were going. She had already
brought the bags down and stashed them aboard. The can of petrol
sat close to the engine and she had stood watching her father
operate the thing enough times from shore to figure out how to
run it.

Soon she started up the engine, her daughter screaming as the
noise frightened her and Tess struggling to hush her as she
steered the boat the same path her father always took as he rode
out to strangely calm sea.

She would do whatever it took to be free, even giving her body to
anyone who would look after her and her kids. How different from
what she had lived would it be?

As she held the tiller and steered out towards the visible
mainland, she looked back and saw a few people standing on the
harbour, watching her as she turned back and sped the boat
towards her destination, several hundred pounds in her pocket and
a bleak future ahead but one that had to be better than the one
she had just left.

She hoped.

–
–



2

William Albert Foster was the son of Harvey Albert Foster, the
wealthy black Jamaican who had come to London in the 60's and
made it big in the 90's with his West Indian restaurant, opening
up a chain of stores around London and the rest of the country.

The 'Spicy Calabash' had done much better than he could have
imagined when his white friends had told his father that he
should open a restaurant after tasting his home cooking, Harvey
getting money from his pension and using that to start up.

Now William's father was well known and popular, going on TV
often and even meeting and marrying that sexy, young TV news
presenter, Sian Barclay.

The two had met on the show, the single woman known for dating
black men, sitting together after the show and talking with him
for ages until she finally asked him to accompany her to a
presentation.

Will was still living with the man, laying in his bed at night
and listening to the woman moaning as his father fucked her all
night long, keeping her in bed all weekend then having her come
to him for many more months until she begged him to marry her.

She clung to his sixty year old father with a dreamy look in her
eyes, completely slavish to him. She would smile at Will, hugging
him and telling him that he was her 'son' now, getting a laugh
from the fact that he was almost ten years older than her.

But she never made any inappropriate moves on him and he started
to recognise that she really did love his father.

Harvey was content and happy, his ex-wife fumed as she came over
to see her son, finding the young brunette clinging to the man
who had once been married to her.

Will could see the hatred for the young white woman, pointless as
she no longer wanted his father and had left when he was twelve
years old, going off with his uncle and breaking his father's
heart.

Will was not allowed to hate her, his father smacking him when he
had once called her a 'bitch'.

“That's you mother, boy!” he shouted furiously, “Don't let me
ever hearing you call her anything but 'Mum' or 'Mummy' or even
'Mother'. Do you hear me?”

He had nodded, sobbing and not understanding why his father
insisted that he be nice to her when she had left them to be with
his younger brother.

But she had not had any more children, so it did make him feel
good at least that he was her first and last child with anyone.

“What's she doing here?” his mother had said when she had come
and seen them joined at the hip, “Isn't she too young for the
likes of him?”

“Mum, I think that really isn't any of your business, or mine!”
he had told her as she stood glaring at the two receding figures.

She had turned and stared at him, surprised.

“I can't believe you're encouraging him!” she said, “He's old
enough to be her grandfather!”

“The fact is that he's happy and she obviously loves him,
genuinely.” he told her, “He is entitled to a little happiness in
his life I think, don't you?”

“Loves him! Huh! You mean his money!” she sneered.

“Mum, you are out of line!” Will told her, “It's his money and he
can do whatever he wants with it!”

“And what about you?” she asked in annoyance, “Your inheritance?”

“I don't want his money!” Will said, a happy smile on his face,
“I have my own. My internet business is taking off and I have
actually gone into the black and started paying off my
creditors.”

She didn't seem satisfied that her son had found his own way,
slowly acquiring his own wealth and not relying on anyone else,
not even his father.

Will shrugged and shook his head. It was almost as if she
regretted leaving all those years ago, seeing what she now missed
out on and despised the white girl for having what she thought
should rightfully belong to her.

That had been a year ago now and they had married since, the
woman attending the wedding and fuming all the way through,
amusing both William's father and his new wife's  family.

It was funny though, Sian's family didn't seem to have an issue
with his much older, black  father marrying their young daughter,
almost as if they had always expected it.

Charles Barcley and his wife Emma visited often with their
daughter Sophia and her teenage daughter Sammie. Will's father at
least ten years older than Sian's father, but they got on quite
well.

Sophia was friendly too and smiled with William a lot, she was
rather attractive too but it was her daughter that bothered him
the most though. The tall, slinky young girl was just fifteen
when they met and constantly smiling at him and batting her large
green eyes all the time, that really worried him.

She was very sexy, actually reeking with it, her slender body
seemed to want to coil about him, as if she were ready to leap
onto him, even when her mother and grandparents were there.

Her grandfather seemed to think it was amusing though, making
jokes about having 'brown' great-grandchildren as well as
grandchildren.

Will had found himself alone in the upstairs hallway once when he
had come out of his bedroom, the girl coming out of the bathroom
as he passed.

“Hi, Willie!” she cooed sexily, making his loins stir.

She had a lean body with apple-sized breasts that pointed out
from the thin t-shirt she wore, the short skirt showing more
thigh than was decent and her huge green eyes mostly devoured by
the black of her pupils.

The small mole next to her tiny nose stark against her pale skin
and her large, puffy mouth looking as though a bee had sting
them, pouting as though she wanted to kiss him. Her red hair
cascaded down around her face like an unruly bush of curls.

She actually did look very sexy indeed and he felt his cock
hardening at the sight of the girl standing in the doorway of the
bathroom, holding the door-frame and looking out at him.

“Oh, err... Hi Sammie!” he swallowed.

She giggled sweetly, batting those great big green eyes at him
and slipping from the doorway to come and hang onto his arm.

“What were you doing in your bedroom?” she asked huskily,
“Thinking about me, I hope!”

He was startled, realising that she actually did have a 'thing'
for him after all.

“Oh, I was just checking my emails and stuff...!” he said.

“Ooh! How boring!” she sighed, hugging his arm tighter as they
walked down the stairs, “It would have been much more exciting if
I was there to keep you company!”

He cleared his throat, swallowing the large lump developing in
his throat. This 'little' girl was going to get him into trouble
and he decided to keep his distance from her from then on.

–

Will finally decided that it was time to get his own place, even
though his father had always loved having his only son near him,
desperately wanting to keep a close bond between them.

But William needed his own space, a place of his own and
somewhere he could stretch without bumping into his father and
his ever horny wife.

He found a house nearby, a detached four bedroom place with a
large garage and a huge garden that someone had cared for very
well over the years before it had gone half to 'pot'. Once sorted
out again it wouldn't need so much tending and that suited him
fine as he wasn't much of a gardener anyway.

He bought it, moving out of his father's huge palatial home,
freeing himself from his long dependency on his father and the
need for his mother to constantly go to the man's home to hiss at
his wife.

His father was pleased for him, offering to help with the
purchase initially, but Will had declined the offer, telling the
man that he wanted to go this one alone, just as he had done with
his internet business.

His mother was disappointed, for obvious reasons, coming around
less and less often to visit, showing the real reason why she had
been coming around in the first place and confirming to him what
a horrible person she really was.

Finally she stopped coming altogether and he was a little
relieved, not really wanting to deal with the woman anyway. She
and his uncle were having marital problems now and he didn't feel
surprised at all.

–

Sophia and her daughter started coming over to visit him,
surprising him one day with their arrival at his front door and
actually making him consider getting some big dogs to keep people
out, still worried about the sexy teen accompanying her and
feeling that he would fold one day.

“Hiya!” Sophia grinned, “We just thought we'd come over and see
what your new place was like, give it our seal of approval!”

Next to her the juicy Sammie squirmed, eager to get inside,
probably wanting to corner him somewhere and plant those big
sucky lips on him.

“Err... Yeah, sure!” he said reluctantly and stepped aside for
them to come in.

He took them on a tour of the house, showing them the huge garden
first and listening to Sophia telling him how much she loved
gardening and hadn't really had the chance to practices her
hobby.

“Maybe I can come over and help on your garden at weekends?” she
suggested.

He knew that he would probably not keep good himself and nodded
to her, the woman emitting a pleased sigh.

As she wandered around, looking at the plants and the small
trees, he got the chance to look at her body, realising that she
wasn't bad looking at all. Her body a larger, thicker version of
her slinky daughter's, a fairly nice bottom on her and excellent
calves under the hem of the low dress she wore.

When she came back to talk to him about what she planned to do,
he saw that she was actually as very pretty, if not much more,
than her daughter and had a glow about her that he found suddenly
appealing.

She smiled at him, as if she knew what he was thinking, standing
with her hands on her hips as she spoke, her eyes bright and
excited.

“Can I come around this Saturday?” she asked, “I could start
clearing away those leaves and cut that lawn.”

“Sure,” he told her with a big smile, “Just come in and walk
around the back, I'll leave the back door open so you can come in
and get refreshments.”

She seemed exceptionally pleased and actually grabbed him,
hugging him and letting him feel her soft breasts against his
chest before planting a kiss on his cheek with those plump lips.
Then she released him and smiled coyly, realising that she had
let her emotions get the better of her.

“Sorry!” she grinned, blushing.

“Not a problem, I don't often get hugged by beautiful women any
more!” he smiled at her seeing her glow at the mention of her
looks.

“How come you're single?” she asked as they walked with him back
to the house.

“My last girlfriend left because she wasn't getting enough
attention from me while I started up my Internet business.” he
told her.

“Short-sighted woman!” she said with a laugh.

“Why are you single?” he asked her in turn.

“Choice!” she said, “I like being free to do as I please, having
no ties. I was with Sammie's father for four years before I
decided that I didn't like having to depend on anyone else.”

“I see!” Will said, clearly not.

She laughed.

“I just like being with men I like, having fun and then moving
on, not having any ties or commitments.” she told him, “ and I
just like having sex with men I like too!”

He turned to stare at her, her daughter giggling behind them and
Sophia walking along and not even bothered that her daughter had
been listening all along.

“W...what does your daughter think about that?” he asked.

“Ask her yourself!” she smiled.

“I think it's just so cool!” the girl giggled, “I want to be just
like my mother when I get older, free, single and independent!”

Will shook his head, not having met a pair like these before. He
was not sure what would happen between him and Sophia, but he was
not a prude either and was interested to see for himself.

He took them through to the living room and the adjoined dining
room, then the excited Sammie wanted to see the bedrooms and
almost dragged him up the stairs, her laughing mother following
along behind.

“Which is your bedroom?” Sammie asked as she tugged him along.

“That one!” he nodded and she pulled him inside the large room,
guiding him over to the large king-sized bed and letting him go
so that she could jump onto it, her very short dress flicking up
and allowing him to see her thong-covered pussy and plump young
buttocks.

He felt his cock stir, trying not to focus on the sexy girl and
turned to smile at her mother, who was looking at him with hooded
eyes.

“This bed is lovely!” the girl called, “I think I'm going to come
and take a nap on it every weekend while Mummy is doing your
garden!”

Will felt a slight tendril of discomfort at the words of the
teen, her mother's smile making him very uncomfortable as he
grinned nervously and turned back to find the girl sprawled on
his bed, her long, slim legs spread wide and her crotch bare as
her dress remained up around her waist.

“Come on dear,” her mother's smooth, husky voice called from
beside him, “Let's leave Will to his privacy until we come back
on the weekend. I'm sure he will have plenty of time to play with
you while I do the garden, Won't you William?”

He was caught off-guard, staring at the exposed bulge of the
girl's cloth-covered pussy.

“Err..? Oh yeah! I mean...” he stammered.

Sophia laughed and gave him another hug, this time planting a
soft kiss against his mouth, then releasing him and leading her
wicked daughter out of the house.

He stood there, transfixed and still wondering what the hell had
just occurred.

–

The week passed quicker than he expected and the weekend was upon
him, Saturday morning found him having breakfast and sipping a
cup of tea when Sophia arrived with a set of gardening tools, her
car parked out on the street.

She popped in through the back door, smiling as she came inside.

“Good Morning, Will!” she declared, “Would you mind if I had a
cup of tea?”

He shook his head, frowning at the absurdity of refusing her and
reached behind him for a clean cup from the cup 'tree' on the
counter, pouring from the traditional brown ceramic tea-pot on
the table and offered it to her.

“Thanks!” she smiled, hugging the cup between her hands and
sitting down opposite him, sipping the contents as she stared
over at him with those lovely green eyes.

“Where's Sammie?” he asked, “I thought she was going to come and
'bother' me while you were working?”

She nodded, chuckling.

“Oh, she'll be along soon.” she told him and finished drinking
her tea, resting the cup in the sink.

“Leave that, I'll wash it when I'm done!” he said, waving her
away from the sink.

She smiled at him, giving a small wave, then went out into the
garden and he finished his breakfast, clearing away the wares,
washing them and placing them on the draining rack. All the while
he watched her work, the thin summer dress not hiding her shapely
body or those smooth legs.

Every now and then she would look over and smile at him until he
had finished and then he went up to the small bedroom he had
turned into an office, to work. He sorted through his orders and
assigned them to the 'boxes' for processing.

It was all done online, he didn't have to physically ship
anything from his suppliers, just assign the orders a number, an
address and away it went. He had a special deal with them that
provided him good pricing and cheap delivery.

It took only a few hours for everything to be sorted out,
checking his emails and replying to some before just sitting and
browsing the web for news. Then he logged out and left the room,
bumping into Sammie in the hall.

The girl smiled at him cheekily, the gaps between her upper teeth
showing as she bit her bottom lip.

“Hiya!” she sighed, “I was looking for you. I wanted to jump you
in your bedroom but you weren't there.”

“You know, it's not the proper thing to invade someone's house?”
he said with a mock frown.

“Yeah!” she grinned.

She was wearing a powder-blue tube top that showed off her perky
young breasts, her smooth unblemished midriff and her taunt flat
stomach with the firm muscles underneath. She wore a very short
denim skirt, as usual, that allowed him to see her muscular,
athletic young thighs and shapely calves. She had on lacy white
ankle socks and black pumps. She also had a tiny shoulder bag
with a long, chained strap across her body, the bag itself
hanging on her hip.

The girl was dressed to tease and he felt the stirrings in his
loins beginning.

“Is this where you do all your Internet stuff?” she asked,
pushing in past him and going over to stand next to the server
and his 'locked' PC.

It wasn't like she hadn't been in here before, he had shown her
and her mother around earlier in the week.

“Yes!” he said, going back in behind her.

She walked around the small room, looking at the books on the
bookshelf and then turning to look at him, smiling as she stood
with her slender hips forward.

“I want to go look at your bedroom again,” she told him huskily,
“And try out that bed.”

She came over to him, taking his arm and pulling him behind her.
She led him down the hall to his bedroom, either remembering it
from before or having already been in there while he was working,
and pulled him inside.

“I like this room.” she said as she let his arm go and strode
over to the bed, sitting down on it with her thighs apart.

He could see that she was wearing no panties, not sure if she
wore any when she came to the house or had taken it off and
placed it in that small shoulder bag she wore. He could see the
fat mound with it's sparse hairs, the slit open and wet.

She smiled up at him and leaned back, letting him have a better
look at her crotch, the sex-starved man unable to take his eyes
off her bulging mons.

“I bet you like me, hmm?” she cooed, “I bet you'd like to kiss me
and do lots of very naughty things to me?”

Will couldn't answer. He licked his lips and stood staring at the
girls pussy, seeing her excitement as her juices shone on her
inner thighs, the girl probably leaking since before she came and
met him in the hall.

She spread her thighs wider, giving him a much better view of her
wet lips, sighing as she reach down and stroked the plump flesh
before slipping her fingers into the juicy slit.

“Ooooooh!” she gasped as her fingers stroked her slit, “This
would feel much better if it was your tongue!”

William felt his cock hurting, his lips were dry and his knees
trembled. He watched the girl's fingers getting wetter and wetter
as she stroke herself, her breath coming in gasps.

“Pleeeease,” she gasped as she closed her eyes, her finger moving
faster, “Lick it for me!”

Will couldn't stop himself.

He staggered over to his bed, dropping to his knees between the
slender girl's taunt thighs, smelling her arousal as he bent
closer. She reached for his head with both hands, steering his
mouth against her bulging pussy and moaning when he licked deep
into the juicy wet slit.

“Goooooo!” she moaned, pressing his face harder into her crotch.

Will licked and sucked at her flesh, biting the puffy lips and
nibbling her swollen clitoris, she gasped, giving delightful
little cries as he teased and nibbled her sensitive flesh.

The girl curled her long legs around him, hooking her heels into
his back and pulling him against her harder, trapping him. He
sucked her clit, flicking the tip with his tongue until she
shuddered and cried out, her nails digging into his head as she
trembled, grunting as her orgasms took hold.

She squealed as he kept licking her, trying now to push him away,
but her legs held him firmly, not allowing him to leave.

Finally she gasped and settled down, he stopped licking her and
she moaned as her legs relaxed, freeing him.

Will raised up, not waiting for her to recover. He freed his
rigid erection, steering it against her, rubbing the swollen tip
against her wet flesh until he felt her sopping opening and then
he eased gently against her.

She gasped and he felt a firm grip suck onto his cock-head, the
girl reaching for his arms and pulling him up onto her body, her
eyes still closed.

He pressed in, feeling her tightness, her gripping vulva slowly
swallowing his length, devouring him into her tight, tight hole.

“Unngh! Ahhhhhh!” she grunted and then gasped as she pulled him
into her gripping pussy, her fingers finding his taunt buttocks
and pulling him all the way into her belly.

“S..shit! That's tight!” he gasped as she squeezed him inside her
belly, the girl under him opening her eyes and smiling up at him.

“Ooooooh! I've dreamed of this forever!” she cooed, “Used that
big red candle on myself every night, waiting to be taken by a
big, strong man like you! Ahhhhhh!”

Her hips began to rock, sliding him in her belly. Her sweet grip
making him moan, making his own hips begin to move too.

“Ooooooh!” she moaned again, one hand leaving his bum to slide up
his back, hugging the back of his head and pulling his face down
to hers, her puffy lips sucking at his, her tongue seeking his
throat in a long, very wet kiss.

He wasn't a 'big' man by any measure, average in length and
thickness, but she made him feel huge with her severe tightness,
her clinging grip and her delightful little moans as her hips
moved non-stop against him, sliding him in and out of her.

He couldn't believe how very tight she was, how deep she took him
and how strong her grip. Her hips rocked against him, his cock
stroking her pussy as they fucked.

Then she dragged her lips from his, gasping and cumming again,
her pussy grinding him inside her tightly as she gave another
soft squeal and shuddered.

He began fucking her again quickly, leaning onto her now and
thrusting into her tightness, the girl gasping into his mouth as
he sought his own orgasm. Finding it, his balls pulling and his
cock exploding into her.

Throb! Spurt!

“Unngh!” she grunted.

Spurt!

“Unngh!”

Spurt!

“Unngh! Unngh! Ooooooh!” she gashed, her legs coiled about his
body, the girl clinging tightly to him as he squirted his sperm
into her womb.

She didn't let him pull out of her, kept him gripped tightly
against her, kissing him and licking into his mouth.

They remained like that, both gasping and then grinning at each
other.

“That was my first time!” she gasped up at him, “I never fucked a
man before, I just used my candle.”

his cock throbbed at the thought of being her first and she
moaned, her pussy gripping him.

“Fuck me again, pleeeease!” she begged.

–

Will had cum twice more in Sammie, stripping her naked and
enjoying her sweet young body all morning. She had left some time
after two and her mother remained, still pruning and weeding the
garden.

He showered and then went downstairs, starting lunch and making
enough for two.

He saw her raise her head, sniffing the air, turning towards him
and smiling as he stood at the sink.

When he was almost done he went through the back door, standing
in the back garden with a pitcher of fruit juice and two glasses.

“Would you care for some refreshments?” he called, seeing her
turn and smile back at him.

“Sure!” she said, coming over and taking a glass from him,
watching as he filled it up and the taking a long drink from it
as he filled his glass.

He looked around the garden, seeing a clear change from how it
looked before, nodding his head in approval.

“Wow! What an improvement!” he stated, seeing her blush with
delight. “It looks good. I'm sure by the time you're done it'll
be really great. Maybe I should pay you!”

As he said the words he remembered the feeling of her daughter's
tight young pussy around his cock when he fucked her earlier.

“I'm sure we can come to some arrangement,” she smiled, a sly
look on her face, “Something that would benefit us both!”

Will grinned, he knew what he wanted as an arrangement, the
thought of fucking her as well as her daughter was so delicious
and dirty at the same time.

“I've made lunch, would you care for some?” he asked.

“Ah! That was that delicious smell I was getting, I didn't know
it was you. I'd love to have some!” she smiled.

He took her inside, letting her go upstairs to clean up in the
bathroom and set a place for her, dishing out for them both when
she returned.

She stood watching him serving for them both and sat when he
pulled the chair out for her.

“Oh, this looks good!” she said as she stared down at the chicken
on the plate with a side dish of rice and vegetables.

He sat down and they ate, talking about the garden and various
other things before the conversation turned to Sammie.

“She has the 'hots' for you, I think you'd better be careful or
she'll rape you!” she laughed, laughing harder when she saw him
blush. “She got to you, didn't she?”

Will didn't answer, not sure how she would take it.

“Well, I can't say that I'm surprised, I could see she was having
an effect on you!” she grinned, not at all bothered that he had
fucked her daughter.

They finished eating and she helped him place the wares in the
sink, their bodies touching as they moved. She helped him wash
and dry the wares, giving him little smiles and giggles when he
accidentally touched her breasts or her arse.

Then, when they had finished, she pulled him to her and kissed
him, driving her tongue into his mouth as if to choke him,
pulling away and leaving him with her spit to swallow.

She took his hand and pulled him towards the kitchen door.

“It's Mummy's turn now!” she said.

–

Her lips suckled him, slurping as they she slipped his cock-head
in and out of her mouth, making Will gasp and then groan as she
sucked him back in.

He lay naked on his bed, the equally naked woman laying between
his thighs, stroking his cock and rolling his balls in her other
hand as she sucked on him.

He whined, crying out as his erection throbbed and spurted into
her sucking mouth, the woman moaning in delight and gulping
loudly as she swallowed, slurping down his sperm as he shot
between her waiting, greedy lips.

She raised up now, letting he settle, licking her lips and
smiling down at him, crawling up over him and taking him in her
hand, aiming his still stiff cock up at her crotch and pressing
him in as she sank down onto his hips.

He gasped, unable to believe how tight she was. She gasped and
moaned in delight, sliding all the way down onto him and sitting
firmly down on his hips.

“Ahhhhhh!” she gasped as she settled, “So nice!”

she leaned forwards, resting her heavy breast on his chest and
smiling down at him.

“How do I compare?” she sighed, “How do I match up to my little
girl?”

He felt her hips moving, sliding up and down on his cock, her
grip surprisingly tight for a woman who had birthed a child.

“Shit!” he gasped, “T...tight, how come you're so tight?”

She laughed and rode him steadily, moaning softly and pressing
her lips to his, kissing him in a long wet kiss.

Will had fucked a few women in his time, but none as tight as
this. The ones he did remember hadn't had children either.

“Ahhhhhh!” she sighed, “So good...”

He had wanted to lick her pussy, but she hadn't given him the
chance. She was on him like an octopus, stripping him naked and
then pressing him back onto the bed to suck him into her eager,
expert mouth.

Now she was riding him, the movement of her hips sweet and her
pussy tight and grasping as she slid up and down his shaft.

She began to rock faster, harder, moaning and digging her fingers
into his shoulders. He eyes rolling up in her head.

Then she cried out, her pussy crushing him in a savage grip as
she shuddered and lurched above him. Her hips pressing down hard
as she orgasmed.

Will lay under her, clutching at her marvellous buttocks,
enjoying the feeling of her tightly squeezing vaginal muscles
milking him.

Then she collapsed and lay moaning on him.

Will rolled them both over before she had a chance to recover and
pulled out of her, spreading her legs and pressing his face down
against her sopping crotch.

He licked and sucked at her tender flesh, hearing her delighted
moans, feeling her hands holding his head as he lapped and sucked
at her juicy, swollen flesh.

He toyed with her sensitive clit, teasing it and licking it until
she gasped, shuddering again, cumming hard again.

Then he got up, lifting her thighs up to her chest and ploughed
deep into her pussy with his cock, holding her 'folded up'
against his body and fucking slowly into her.

“Ahhhhhh!” he gasped as her pussy squeezed him, “I think this is
the position I will fuck you in from now on!”

Sophia cooed and gurgled as he fucked her, Will sliding deeper
into her than before and touching her womb.

He pushed her thighs wider apart to the sides, pressing her knees
to the bed and forcing her hips to raise against him. Sophia
moaned in both delight and pain in her uncomfortable position,
but her pussy grasped tighter, his cock sank deeper.

He stroked into her guts and fucked her for ages until he gaped,
cried out and flooded her womb with his sperms.

He kept her like that, under him and then fucked her again,
depositing another load into her.

–

William's relationship with the sexy mother and daughter
continued long after she had finished her work on the garden,
both of them coming over at least twice a week for hot sex.

Then he decided to take a drive up to Scotland to see one of his
new suppliers, a jumper and sweater manufacturer close to Fort
William.

He booked a double room, hoping to take Sophia up with him, but
she was feeling a bit sick and decided to stay at home. Even her
daughter was coming down with whatever ailed her, leading him to
believe that they had both caught the flu.

He took extra Vitamin C and Zinc, trying to ward off whatever was
bothering his lovers and took a long, slow drive up to Scotland
in his car, stopping off regularly and napping through the night.

It was while he was driving through Oban, just about to leave
town, when he saw the young white girl struggling down the road
with two huge cases, a little boy of about two and a baby in her
arms.

He pulled up just in front of her, seeing her stare at him as he
got out and walked up to her.

She was very pretty, a round face with a mop of curly brownish
hair surrounding it. Her long neck was pale and her shapely body
could not be hidden by the thick clothes she wore.

She looked a bit frightened as she stared at him at first, but
the something changed and she smiled at him.

“Hi!” he said as he stood next to the front of his car, “You look
as though you need help!”

She managed a very pleasant smile and he felt as though something
connected with him, a small feeling in his chest as his heart
fluttered.

“I'm looking for somewhere to stay,” she said in a broad Scottish
accent, “I don't have any money and nowhere to go. Can you help?”

There was something about this girl....

“Look, I'm just up from London on business.” he told her, “I have
a hotel in Fort William with a double room, I can put you up if
you like until I leave?”

There was a sparkle in her eyes when he mentioned 'London'.

“Will you take us to London with you when you're done?” she asked
hopefully.

There was no reason for him to agree, or to even stop, but
something had pulled him to her and she seemed to trust him for
some strange reason. Maybe he should be wary, but he felt that he
trusted her too.

He nodded.

“OK, I'll take you to London with me!” he told her, seeing a
strange happiness on her pretty face that made his own heart
throb.

He didn't understand it, but somehow he felt as though they were
meant to meet.

He helped her in to the back seat of his car, the little boy
smiled up at him as he strapped him in, then he drove carefully
to the nearest petrol station, where he purchased two child
seats, strapping them in securely and then driving on to his
hotel with the pretty teenager sitting next to him.

–
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3

Tess began to realise how much she missed her father's cock now.
They had stayed in a few small guest houses and she had lain in
bed at night, stroking her pussy, actually wishing that the
brutish man was between her thighs, filling her.

She got up, retrieving her hairbrush, taking the long handle and
sliding it up inside her pussy and gasping in slight relief as
she felt it moving inside her.

She pumped it in and out of her pussy slowly, gently rubbing her
clitoris with her other hand. Moaning softly as the stirrings
began.

It didn't really take very long before she was sobbing and
gasping, thrusting that brush-handle faster and faster into her
pussy, her fingers stroking and stirring her belly until she
cried out, her pussy clamping down hard on the brush-handle as
she came.

Rachel woke, screaming and she jumped up, running over to the two
soft chairs she had pushed together to make a 'cot', picking her
up and cooing softly to her, the hairbrush still sticking out of
her pussy, making her gasp as she cuddled her baby daughter.

But now the money was running out and she had really gone no
further than Oban, still nervous about buying her train ticket
for London.

When Tess saw the small car pull up in front of her that evening,
as she took her kids out of the town, she was frightened.

She had already managed to escape from one man a week ago who
picked her and the kids up, wanting to fuck her and take her
somewhere.

She had a sudden feeling that the ginger-haired man was going to
do horrible things to her and her children by the way he had
looked at them, so like Father Raymond's own evil stare.

The clever girl tricked the man into pulling up at a petrol
station, getting him to go into the shop and buy something for
her while she took out her bags and hid with her kids, waiting
for the man to leave.

But now, as she watched this man leave his car, she saw that he
was tall, black and well-built. But then, as he came around the
car, she felt a sudden excitement.

“Hi!” he said as he stood next to the front of his car, “You look
as though you need help!”

She wasn't quite sure, but there was something very familiar
about him.

She smiled at him and saw him relax, a nervous look on his face
as though something troubled him.

“I'm looking for somewhere to stay,” she told him, “I don't have
any money and nowhere to go. Can you help?”

“Look, I'm just up from London on business.” he told her, “I have
a hotel in Fort William with a double room, I can put you up if
you like until I leave?”

She gasped at the mention of 'London', suddenly wondering if she
was just dreaming the whole thing, still in that last hotel
asleep in her bed.

“Will you take us to London with you when you're done?” she asked
him, her heart thumping violently in her chest.

She could see him struggling with something, as if emotions were
tearing through him, even as her own heart throbbed excitedly.

“OK, I'll take you to London with me!” he told her, she felt a
flood of relief and happiness coursing through her, the face of
the man before her was the same as the one she had  dreamed night
after night back on the island, but until this moment she had
been unsure if any of it was actually real.

As he helped her into his small car, putting her bags into the
back and fixing little Billy into his seat as she held Rachel in
her arms. She saw her little son smile up at the black man, the
man returning the smile, his face looking so kind and loving as
he did so.

Then they set off. He stopped in a petrol station, the same one
she had escaped from that other man in, and he brought out two
baby seats. That was when she realised that he was actually going
to take them down to London with him.

He fixed the seat into the back and they placed the children in
them. Then she got into the front with him and they set off to
Fort William.

“You can talk about it if you want,” he said, his voice so soft
and understanding, “You don't have to, but I'm not judgemental.”

She looked over at him, seeing his face in profile now and still
seeing the kindness in his eyes.

“I've run away from home!” she said, “These children are my own
by my father!”

He almost swerved off the road, catching himself and licking his
lips nervously.

“I guess I should have asked before we set off. I nearly hit that
guy coming in the opposite direction.” her said, giving a small
smile.

“Would you have still helped us?” she asked.

“Yes!” he said without pause, “You're in trouble and you need
help. I guess if you could have had help where you were you
wouldn't be here now.”

She relaxed and stared out of the windscreen.

“My father raped me and let others use me.” she told him, “I
lived on a small island in a small community, where everyone is
related in some fashion. My mother did nothing to help.”

The man took a very long breath, obviously angry about her
plight, then he seemed to make a decision.

“Look, you obviously need my help and I am going to give it to
you. I have a large house with a few rooms, you can stay there as
long as you like. I'm single, but kind of seeing someone. I don't
think she'll have a problem though.” he told her.

“Sort of seeing someone?” she queried, feeling a strange sense of
disappointment.

“It's not a relationship, it's just sex. We don't love each other
or anything like that and it's not what either of us are looking
for.” he told her, “I'm still not sure what I want from life
right now.”

“I see.” she said softly.

“You don't have anything to worry about,” he said quickly, “I'm
not expecting you to... you know, do anything for me. I'm not
like that and I would never...”

She held touched his arm and he went quiet.

“It's alright, you don't have to explain. I believe you!” she
smiled.

He relaxed and sighed, nodding.

“I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea, that's all.” he
told her.

“Mummy, I'm tired!” called little Billy from behind them.

“We'll get to the hotel in a bit and then you can get something
to eat and some sleep, OK?” the man said in a very soft and
convincing voice.

She looked back and saw that her son had relaxed, grinning back
at her.

“Where are my manners?” he said suddenly, “I'm William Foster.”

He extended his hand to her and she took it, feeling strength in
his touch,  but he shook her hand with a gentleness that made her
swoon.

“Tessa Johns!” she grinned, pleased. “My boy's name is William as
well, but I call him Billy. My baby is Rachel.”

William nodded and gave her a quick smile before looking back at
the almost empty road ahead.

“So, what are you planning to do once we get back to London?” he
asked.

She shrugged and sighed.

“I don't know. I've got no skills and was never allowed to do
anything but regular housework.” she told him, “I guess I don't
have a clue.”

“But you can read and write though, right? I mean, at least you
were allowed some schooling?”

She nodded.

“Yes, at least he allowed me to attend the local school until I
was fifteen before...!” she stopped, not really having to fill in
the gaps, seeing him nod his understanding.

They remained silent as they traversed the rest of the distance,
then he pulled into a newly built building along to waterfront of
Lochaber, a mile out from Fort William town centre.

They got out and he signed in, taking them all up to the assigned
room and ignoring the frosty stares of the woman behind the desk.

There were two large beds in the room and William pointed to the
one close to the bathroom.

“You can use that one. It will be a shorter distance if you need
to take Billy to the 'Loo' or have to change nappies.” he told
her and she nodded.

It was already dark outside and he went to the bathroom and
changed into his pyjamas, coming out again and grinning in
embarrassment in his purple garb, the legs of the trousers his
above his ankles.

She didn't laugh though, it made him look silly, but still showed
off his tall, muscular frame.

He walked around her bed to his and sat down, taking the
telephone and asking for some toast from the kitchen and some
tea.

She went into the bathroom and changed into a very large t-shirt
that had once belonged to her father, she had no pyjamas or even
a nightie, instead the long t-shirt covered her down to her
mid-thighs. Otherwise, she was completely naked underneath.

She blushed as he admired her legs, smiling at him and then going
to change her son for bed. Her daughter slept in the removable
child seat he had cleverly bought from the petrol station,
resting it against the side of the bed where she could tent to
her.

Very soon the food was brought up to the room and they ate,
settling the little boy down to sleep while they sat in the
window area, looking out onto the darkened loch, the small boats
travelling across it with small shining lights.

“It's pretty, isn't it?” he said as he stared out at the water as
the sun set.

“Yes!” she replied.

Then they went to bed.

–

He still chuckled at the disapproving looks of the hotel manager
as she signed him out after his meeting had concluded and he came
back to collect them for the journey 'home'.

The drive down to London was long, they needed to stop at least
five times on the way for toilet breaks and to eat. The kids also
needed changing and sleep, so he pulled into a hotel and booked a
large double room again.

She watched him with her children, both seeming to like the man,
even her baby daughter smiled up at him, giggling when he made
faces at her.

She sat with him, describing her life and her fears before she
left her 'hell', telling of the times she thought of ending it
all, but of thinking of her daughter, left to the evil man's
lusts.

She watched the horror on his face, the relief when she decided
to escape and told him of her journey to the mainland, the tying
up of the boat at the mooring station and of her escaping from
the big white man at the petrol station.

He touched her hand reassuringly, telling her that as long as he
was around that she would never have to worry about anything like
that again.

She believed him, she felt his heart through hers and could see
something in his eyes similar to what she herself was feeling,
wanting suddenly to give herself to this kind black man.

But he was making no attempt to ask for that, or to even imply
that he wanted to fuck her. He just seemed to want to help her to
get whatever she wanted, encouraging her to go back to school.

“You know, you can do a course and get some qualifications?” he
told her, “I'll help any way I can and you don't need to pay me
back. Think of it as a gift from a friend!”

She didn't refuse his offer, knowing that she needed his help if
she wanted to go her own way.

–

She loved the house.

As they drove into the small cul-de-sac she could see it long
before he pointed it out, so similar to her dreams.

“I see it!” she said, surprising him when she pointed to it, even
though there were three others so much like it nearby.

“How in the devil did you know that was the one?” he asked her in
surprise, grinning his puzzlement.

“I had a dream about it, I saw that house in my dreams!” she told
him, but didn't elaborate.

He parked on the driveway and helped her get her children and her
bags inside, taking them up to the spare room at the rear of the
house as it was so big. She gasped at the size of the room,
seeing the huge bed and the fitted wardrobe across the back wall.

The huge bay windows let tons of light in, illuminating the room
and making it seem like her dream.

“I hope this is suitable?” he asked, “I can move you if...”

She held up her hand, smiling up at him.

“This will do just fine!” she said as her eyes filled up, “You've
been so kind!”

“Oh, just wait!” he laughed, dabbing her eyes with his big white
handkerchief, “I've only just started. I intend to make you so
grateful that you don't ever want to leave!”

She smiled up at him, wanting to hug him, but afraid of what that
might lead him to think. Instead she grinned happily at him.

After they had settled in, her son ran about the house, looking
into rooms and just exploring. He found William's computer room
and stood playing with the keyboard when they found him.

Tess was horrified, but Will just laughed and gave the child an
old laptop that he no longer used.

“Here, this is your computer now.” he told the grinning, happy
boy.

The boy giggled and took the thing from William, running off with
it.

“Thank you!” she smiled, “That's the first time he's had anything
of his own.”

“Well, I hope he will as long as he's here.” he told her, “By the
way, I was planning to take you all to see London later on...”

“We'd love it!” she grinned, excited about seeing the 'fabled'
city.

–

The tour of London town took them on the buses, William wanting
her to see as much as possible. They sat in the upstairs of the
double-decker bus, right at the front, looking out at various
building that William pointed out to her.

They got off and walked around the streets, Will holding Billy
and she holding Rachel, going through Trafalgar Square,
Piccadilly and Oxford Street.

They spent the day going around, Tessa gasping at the wonderful
St. Paul's Cathedral before they ended up at Liverpool Street
station, having circled London and now ready to get a Train home.

When they returned home, her pussy was so very wet. She felt a
serious need and struggled to control it, but it choked her up
every time she found herself staring into the tall black man's
soft brown eyes.

The children were tired and she put them to bed, both fast asleep
before she left the room and had changed into the short, thin
dress that her father always insisted she wore.

She came downstairs and he gasped, blushing as she sauntered into
the living room and sat down across from him, her groin cramping
and her panties wet.

“I had a wonderful day today!” she grinned at him, “I hope we get
to see Greenwich later on in the week as well?”

He swallowed the huge lump in his throat and struggled not to
look at her thighs, smiling nervously at her.

“Yeah! Sure!” he told her, licking his lips, “And there's Blue
Water Shopping Complex out in Kent, you'll love it there. It has
every major store and is a mile all the way around!”

She grinned excitedly, more interested in his bulging trousers
than the exciting shopping centre, her pussy calling for cock and
her need making her crazy.

She could see he was excited, his cock caught in an angle and
looking so large, his breathing coming heavier, his eyes so
large.

She got up, going to him, climbing onto his lap and coiling
herself around him, pressing her lips to his and plunging her wet
tongue deep into his throat in a long and very sloppy kiss.

She moaned at the same time as he did, both of them feeling the
same need as his hands cupped her tight round buttocks and
squeezed them, kneading them in his strong, gentle hands.

“Mmmmmm!” she moaned as she tongued him, licking into his mouth
again and again and pressing her firm little breasts into his
chest.

Suddenly he picked her up, standing with her wrapped around him
and walking out of the room. He went up the stairs, finding his
bedroom and lifting her off his body, taking his time to remover
her dress, her bra and then her panties.

He stood back and admired her body, nodding his appreciation and
then pulling his own clothes off, letting her see his strong,
firm build and his large cock pointing out at her.

She went to him, grasping his erection, stroking it as she stared
up into his eyes.

“I'll do anything you want, for as long as you want it!” she
heard herself saying, leaning forward and sucking first one taunt
nipple and then the other, delighting as she heard him gasp each
time.

Then she knelt and took the fat head of his cock into her mouth,
tonguing it first and then suckling on it as she worked it in and
out from between her lips. Loving the moans coming from the big
black man as she sucked and licked his cock, fondling his balls.

She stroked his length with her free hand, working him harder
until he gasped, whimpering, his balls tensing in her grasp and
his cock throbbing as her mouth flooded with his very thick seed.

“Mmmmmm!” she moaned as she began to suck it all down into her
belly as she had been taught, giving his balls a gentle squeezed
and draining all he had spurted.

She leaned back, looking up into his face and licking her lips,
smiling up at him.

“You taste better than anyone I have ever done that to,” she told
him, “I'm going to do that for you every day from now on!”

He pulled her to her feet and bent down, kissing her long and
hard, his tongue deep in her mouth, his hands on her body,
stroking and feeling her flesh.

Then he lifted her up onto him and she felt his cock spreading
her swollen labia.

She tried to press it into her pussy, but he held her there as he
walked to the bed, resisting her frustrated efforts. Then he lay
her on the edge of his bed, kneeling down and spreading her legs
wide, pressing his mouth to her crotch and slowly licking at her
sensitive flesh.

“Goooooo!” she moaned, his tongue touching places she didn't even
know existed.

He tongued and licked her pussy, lapping her slit, tonguing her
swollen, blood-filled clitoris until she thought she was going
mad.

He kept her on the edge of orgasm, pulling away and holding her
securely as she cried out, begging her to finish her off.

He kept her on the edge, raising and rubbing his cock-head
against her pussy, pulling away and once again tonguing her clit
until she sobbed.

“Please....!” she gasped, trying to press his face harder into
her crotch.

He suddenly sucked on it, clamping it between his lips and
flicking the tip with his rough tongue until she screamed out,
shuddering as the explosions began deep inside her belly,
spreading out into her back and her legs.

“EEEEEEEeeeeeeee!” she screamed as the feeling swept her up and
dragged her along.

Suddenly her world had exploded into colours and the man above
her climbed onto her, pressing his thick black cock against her
crotch, driving it deep as he hugged her legs against her sides
and began to fuck her.

She felt his cock sink deep, going all the way up into her belly,
pressing against her womb as he locked his hips to hers, her
pussy sucking and squeezing at him and she found his mouth and
fought his tongue for dominance.

Then he began to move, sliding his thick cock in and out of her,
stroking her pussy with his erection and holding her legs up over
his shoulder.

She moaned as he stroked her, his big cock squeezing into her
again and again.

–
–




4

When Will woke up he was still deep inside the sexy young woman
he had rescued from Scotland, her very tight pussy still
squeezing him, making him hard once again.

She moaned and clung to him as he rolled back onto her and began
to slide in and out of her, the feeling of her pussy clinging
deliciously to his cock every time he pulled out to stuff himself
back int again.

“Ooooooh!” she cooed, her legs curling up around his hips,
opening her bright grey eyes and smiling up at him.

He stroked and reamed her until he felt her gasp, her pussy
tightening suddenly as it had many times during the night, and
her eyes rolling up into her head as she orgasmed hard, squeezing
him very tightly inside her vulva, milking him as he too came
inside her, flooding her womb with his sperms.

They lay there, looking into each other's eyes, then they both
started laughing.

“I dreamed of you every night when I was on the Island!” she
gasped up at him, “Not someone like you. You!”

“And I felt something the very first time we met, I didn't know
why but I wanted to be near you so badly!” he told her,
remembering his feelings that day in Oban.

They kissed and then had sex again, long into the morning.

–

William didn't see either Sophia or her sexy daughter for the
whole month, but didn't really worry about it, his new love
taking up all of his time as he took her on trips and helped care
for her kids, he and the little boy bonding.

He lay in bed, between her thighs, his cock deep in her tightly
squeezing as he explained his relationship with Sophia and her
daughter.

“So what's going to happen when they come and meet me here?” she
asked, a slight fearfulness in her gasping voice as her pussy
squeezed at his throbbing erection.

“They will have to understand that you are the woman I want to be
with now, am with now!” he corrected, flexing his cock inside of
her belly and making her gasp.

She didn't seem to be annoyed or even angry, just interested and
maybe a little fearful.

“Look, you are the woman I want!” he told her, kissing her lips
and stirring his hips and slowly fucking her again,  making her
moan and cling tightly to him.

They remained like that, slowly writhing against each other for
the next hour until she gasped in orgasm and he flooded her womb
with his hot seed.

They showered and changed their clothes, going downstairs to make
something to eat and talk about what they planned.

It was that very afternoon Sophia appeared at his back door with
a sullen face and shock at seeing the new woman in his life.

“So, who's this lovely young thing then?” she asked, not really
angry, just curious.

“Sophia, this is Tessa Johns.” he said, watching the two women
nod to each other, “She's my girlfriend!”

Sophia sighed and smiled.

“Well I can't say I'm surprised, but that was really quick!” she
laughed.

“It sort of just happened when we met.” he told her, hugging the
girl against his side as she clung to him, “We just 'clicked' and
that was that!”

The older woman came over and pulled the girl to her, hugging her
and sighing.

“Well, if Will loves you then that's enough for me!” she smiled,
her eyes sparkling at him as she hugged Tessa against her body.

For some strange reason, the two of them looked good together. He
shook the sudden shudder that coursed through his body.

“I do have a bit of news for you that will shock you though,” she
said as she hugged Tessa against her, gently stroking the girl's
back, “I just found out that I'm pregnant. And so is Sammie!”

William fainted.

–

Tessa was hugging him and cuddling him as he woke up, his dreams
were horrible cacophonies of women and babies all screaming and
crying.

Now he stared at the smiling face of his new love, behind her was
the equally smiling face of his lover and her daughter, all
seemingly happy and eager for him to wake.

Sammie dropped into the seat next to him and hugged his arm,
grinning like an idiot. He looked over at her mother and she too
seemed ready to cry with happiness.

Tessa cuddled him and kissed his forehead, smiling as she stared
into his eyes, not at all angry with him and grinning when he
looked at her.

“What?” he asked.

“It's just like my dream!” she told him.



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