Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers
Chapter 12 Mteen, First

Lord Summerisle lead Tara over to one of the stone benches. On one end lay his robe and 
a rolled up towel. Lord Summerisle sat on the other end and indicated that Tara should sit 
next to him.  Still holding her gaze, Lord Summerisle asked, "Have you ever seen a 
naked man before? In real life I mean."

"N-not really, only in b-books," she stammered.

"Have you ever been kissed before?" Tara thought of the night before but Lord 
Summerisle continued ... "by a man."

"N-no." Tara felt compelled to be truthful.

"Shall we change that?" Lord Summerisle leaned forward and placed a kiss softly on 
Tara's lips. Tara moaned, her nipples became hard and her pussy began to ache. Lord 
Summerisle grasped Tara's waist and drew her onto his lap and he kissed her again. Tara 
let out a stifled moan as she felt the stem of the nobleman's prick begin to rise against her 
ass.

Lord Summerisle's hand enclosed Tara's breast and pinched one of her nipples. His other 
hand roamed her damp body and his now hugely hard penis pressed at the cleft between 
Tara's ass cheeks. Iolanthe's father broke the kiss, "On your back, Tara!" he demanded

Tara had a faraway look on her face. She s;owley rose from the bench and moved away 
from the man, her eyes still glued to his cock. She obediently  lay down on the bench, and 
placed a foot on the floor either side of it. Tara's thighs were spread wide. The old Tara 
would have been mortified at her brazen display of her vagina. But now Tara thought, "I 
want him to see my pussy. I want him to touch it!" 

Lord Summerisle stood up. His cock jutted straight out, thick and weighty, tipped with a 
large deep red head. The nobleman bent across the naked teen and kissed her again. Tara 
readily opened her mouth to let her lover slip his tongue inside. As they kissed, Lord 
Summerisle slid his hand down Tara's belly. Tara's breathing became deeper as Lord 
Summerisle's hand came closer to the joining of her thighs. She murmured in pleasure as 
Lord Summerisle separated her cunt lips and began to gently stroke her clit with his 
finger tips. 

Tara coiled her tongue around Lord Summerisle's. His fingers at her pussy felt so good. 
Her hips were rhythmically pumping against the wonderful strokes. Lord Summerisle 
began to move his head down her 15 year-old body, licking her stiff nipples. She 
squeezed her eyes shut at the intensity of the experience.
The nobleman continued down the teen's nubile body and now Tara felt kisses on her 
hairy pussy. Lord Summerisle grasped Tara's ass and urged her hips upward, to bring her 
clit even closer to his mouth. "Uuuuuh uuuuuhh mmmmmmmm," Tara moaned as  Lord 
Summerisle traced her pussy's slit with the tip of his tongue. Her cries echoed around the 
room. Tara abandoned herself to her lust as she panted, "Please!"

Lord Summerisle stopped his ministrations, much to Tara's dismay. "Please what?" he 
asked.

"Please fuck me," Tara moaned, her voice was almost a whisper.

"I'm not sure I heard that," His Lordship taunted. "You will have to speak up!"

"Please! Please fuck me!" Tara cried out, her need all consuming.

"It would be my pleasure!" Lord Summerisle replied. "We'd better deal with that 
bothersome hymen of yours"

Lord Summerisle reached either side of the bench and brought Tara's feet up and placed 
them close together on the bench. This forced her thighs even further apart. Lord 
Summerisle reached past Tara's head and picked up his towel. He made Tara raise her 
hips off of the bench and he placed the rolled towel beneath the girl's butt. 

This elevation, coupled with the wide division of her thighs, made the lips of Tar's pussy 
gape slightly. Lord Summerisle covered the humid cunt with his palm. He briefly played 
with her clit using his thumb. The girl was panting, overwhelmed by her unfulfilled 
desire. She mouthed, , "Please?"

Lord Summerisle smiled. He moved along the bench slightly, his cock twitching in 
anticipation. He brought the head of his penis to Tara's slit. The girl gasped as the head 
separated her cunt lips. Lord Summerisle placed his hands on Tara's shoulders, pinning 
them to the bench and pushed his prick slowly into Tara's virgin pussy.

As the shaft moved deeper, Tara's breath slowed she drew it in sharply as her cunt lips 
completely engulfed the head of her lovers cock. She let out the breath but drew began to 
slowly draw it in again as the shaft of Lord Summerisle's stiff prick slid up her vagina. 
Suddenly Tara felt the cock touch something that prevented it's further progress. Lord 
Summerisle began to draw his hips back. Tara grumbled in disappointment, "Awwwww". 
To her delight he again began to slide his penis into her. 

Tara could feel her cunt clinging to Lord Summerisle's cock. He went only so deep as the 
obstacle that resisted his penetration and then slid back out. Lord Summerisle looked into 
Tara's eyes, "Are you ready Tara?" he asked with a husk in his voice. 

Tara was unsure of what her lover meant but she nodded. She knew she could never say 
no to this man.
The nobleman drew his hips back further than before, the head of his cock barely inside 
Tara's 15 year-old cunt. "Here we go!" he whispered and thrust into Tara's aching 
pussy.

She groaned, "Ah ahahahhahahhhh aaahuuuuhhowwww!" The groan became a cry of 
pain as her hymen was torn from her cunt. Miss Tara Summerisle was no longer a virgin.

Lord Summerisle continued to thrust inward until his balls rested against Tara's butt. Her 
pussy spasmed around the thick shaft and she grunted at the residual discomfort from her 
deflowering. She was becoming used to the incredible stretching her vagina was 
experiencing when, to her horror, Lord Summerisle began you extract his cock. 

"N-no!" she wailed and lifted her feet off the bench. Tara wrapped her legs around her 
lover's waist and pressed her heels into his ass in an attempt to keep his penis inside her.

Lord Summerisle calmly placed her feet back on the bench and pulled himself out of the 
girl's tight little cunt. His stiff cock shone with a mixture of Tara's juices and the blood 
of her deflowerment. "Up you get, Tara, and get on all fours!" he commanded.

Tara shakily sat up on the bench and turned around. She adopted the position he told her 
to take. She could feel a little blood in her pussy still but it was diluted by the copious 
flood of juice that was flowing out onto her thighs and ass cheeks.
							
Lord Summerisle stood behind Tara. He eased her thighs slightly wider and then applied 
pressure to her shoulders. Tara lowered her front and her hips raised slightly. 

She held her breath as Lord Summmerisle touched her cunt again. The next moment she 
felt the nobleman grasp her hips just as the head of his prick entered her pussy. It went in 
with a stong thrust that caused Tara to moan and her clit to throb. 

Lord Summerisle fucked the 15 year-old Sweetman girl hard and deep, each inward 
thrust elicited a moan from the girl. Tara's large titties shook with the motion of their 
fucking. Tara cried out again and again as her body reached a crisis. As she neared the 
point she began to babble. Most of her utterances were just animalistic grunts and 
moaning but as she came she said one intelligible word, "Uh haaaaahh haaaaaaahhhh 
aaaahhhhh oooooohhhhh DADDY!" Tara's head sank and she hid her face against her 
arms.

"Interesting!" Lord Summerisle commented as he continued to piston his cock in and out 
of Tara's tight little cunt. "Don't you think so, Tam?"

Tara looked up wide eyed. "Wh-what?" Sshe asked and squinted towards the arch. There 
was a deep purple blur leaning against it. Tara wasn't wearing her glasses and it wasn't 
until the blur came closer and removed his robe that she recognized Tam.

"Very interesting Father!" Tam answered his father's question.




