It took me awhile to figure out how they managed to slip something into my drink. I remember a women, about middle age I guess, walking past my table. She accidentally drop a set of keys that landed under my chair, I imagine while I picked them up for her someone (obviously working with her) slipped something in my glass of Draft. I imagine if anyone asked while they were dragging me out they simply said we were friends and I’d had one too many.

I awoke in a room I’d never seen before, as my blurred vision cleared I instantly noticed the video camera mounted in the corner above my head. The room was about the size of an ordinary living room, but the only furniture was the bed I woke up on. It was well lit, the florescent lights casting a glow not unlike that of an office.

Besides my subsiding headache I felt a bit of a sting in my left arm, upon examination I notice a small bandage. I remove it to the site of a small hole; obviously they had inserted some sort of needle in me while I was asleep, before I could consider the reasons why, a small piece of paper on the pillow caught my attention. It was a note:

“She’s beautiful isn’t she? Not to worry she’s all yours.

If you’ve noticed the needle, you’re probably wondering

What exactly you’ve been stuck with. Without a lot

Of details let me just say it’s a drug that, before long

Will shall we say, activate your sex drive whether you’ve

Ever considered such an act or not you will soon have no choice.

Keep in mind the video camera and make us proud.

 

Again I looked at my arm, studied it, a little confused until a soft whimper caught my attention. I look up and for the first time I notice her. A girl, maybe 12, or 13 sitting in a small chair in the corner on the opposite side of the room. She was staring at me and obviously feeling terrified. I slowly approached her, forgetting about the note. She shrank back into the chair as if it could provide some sort of protection.

“Its ok I won’t hurt you,” I tried to reassure her.

“They s-said you would.” Her voice was almost a whisper.

Who? Do what?” I asked stopping just out of reach of the terrified girl. She was beautiful, her long dark hair hung down well past her shoulders and threw her thin white shirt a pair of heart pounding young breasts were just starting to appear. The skirt she wore was way too short and I could see as it rode up that she wore no panties.

“Your gonna have sex with me,” she whispered.

Just like that it hit me, whoever they were they had brought me here to rape this young girl, and the drug they had injected me with was to make sure it happened. Worst of all the sick bastards wanted to get it all on film! I looked back to the camera and wondered if they could see us right now?

“I won’t do anything to hurt you, I promise,” I said, before thinking about that statement. What if I couldn’t help myself? What about this injection? I had never sized up a young kid like I just had a moment ago; maybe it was starting to affect me?

Instinctively I backed away. I returned to the bed slowly and sat staring at this young girl before me. And to my horror she slowly stood up and began to approach me. Holy shit she was beautiful. Those long legs that delicate little body so thin I would probably smother her if I… what am I thinking, STOP don’t let this happen!

“Can I go home now?” She pleaded softly.

I stretched an arm out and she instinctively backed away.

“Please come sit down. I won’t hurt you; I’m not the one that brought you here. I can’t get out either.”

“You can’t?”

Slowly she approached the bed and as she eased herself down on a corner I caught a glimpse of her ass and suddenly felt my breath being taken away. My cock was beginning to stir and I couldn’t fight the hard on I had in seconds.

I began to wonder if fucking this young girls tight little pussy would be so bad? The people who brought me here weren’t going to tell, so who would ever know?

Oh god no I can’t be thinking this. I tried to shake off the thought and reached out slowly to this young girl. I rubbed her forearm gently and she looked straight into my eyes.

“You’re not going to have sex with me?” She asked.

What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Sara.”

“And how old are you Sara?”

“12”

“Have you ever had sex before?” Where the fuck did that come from?

“No.”

“Do you want to?” I was losing it. Just touching her was driving me over the edge; my cock was so hard it hurt. I wanted her so bad and all that was holding me back was the small shred of morality in the back of my mind, but it was fading quickly.

“I-I don’t think I know how,” she replied.

I eased my way across the bed and put an arm around her shoulders.

“I could show you, it doesn’t have to hurt.” To my horror she thought about it for a second and then shook her head no.

“Sara….while I was asleep…whoever brought us here, well…they gave me a needle…. It makes you want to have sex really, really bad. I’m trying but I don’t think I can stop myself….”

I saw her eyes widen and felt her try to pull away. I held tighter, I couldn’t let her go not now. I had gotten a whiff of her ‘little girl sent’ and I was almost over the edge.

“Let me go I don’t want to!” Sara screamed.

“Please I’ll be careful!” I begged.

“NO! You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”

I wasn’t thinking anymore, my cock was taking over. I wrapped both arms around her and forced her face to mine. I pressed my lips to hers and she tried in vane to push me away.

As I broke the kiss she screamed and tried again to push me away.

“I-I’m sorry Sara I have to have you!”

I reached under her skirt and just having my fingers probe her sweet, innocent, virgin pussy was driving me mad. Forcing her on her back I held her two small arms with my left hand and undid my jeans with the other, letting them fall to my ankles. There would be no foreplay, no tasting her sweet innocence; my cock just couldn’t wait any longer.

I shoved her skirt up as high as I could and used my spit to soak her delicate pussy as well as my stiff cock.

Her struggling wasn’t making this easy; every time I had my cock over her small hole she would squirm a certain way and I would lose my chance at penetration, or in my case, relief.

Finally I leaned into her, using my own body wait to keep her still and with one hand on my cock to keep it steady I felt her tight hole begin to give way. As expected I met her resistance and a small part of me wanted to be gentle, but as the warmth of her young pussy began to coat my dick I felt an orgasm approaching the surface and under these circumstances I knew I couldn’t control it.

I felt her virginity rip away followed by an earth shattering scream and a more desperate struggle on Sara’s part for escape. My body weight however was too much for her.

“OHHHHHHH FUUUCKKKKKK!” I wasn’t even halfway home before I exploded deep inside her pussy. Ramming my cock the rest of the way I released it from my hand and fell on top of this young beauty. Under my full weight there was no way she could force me from her cunt.

“Take it out, take it out! Please!” She continued to beg and cry uncontrollably from the pain I was inflicting, but even as I came down from my greatest orgasm ever, I wasn’t done. Whatever this drug was an orgasm didn’t stop it from continuing it’s effects. Holding my cock deep inside her I began to thrust. Not with gentleness for this young one’s first time, but with desperation for more relief. I began to shove harder and harder, with drawing barely even half way before sinking back inside as deep as I possibly could. My hard thrusts driving Sara’s hole body up and down violently on the bed. She wasn’t fighting anymore just lying there, taking it all through her muffled cries as I kept my full weight on her tiny body.

I stole a quick glance at my cock as I began to feel something strange. Blood from her torn innocence was staining the bed and my cock as well. But I still couldn’t show any mercy; I had no control over my actions anymore.

The warmth of this young girls pussy was amazing, I had never had such a tight fuck in all my life and the feelings racing through my dick were almost unimaginable.

Suddenly I felt her pussy begin to tighten even more and her body convulsing under me. It was her own orgasm, forced upon her as it may have been but there it was! I lost it, my cum rising to the surface in record time and again I soaked her insides. She looked into my eyes for a fleeting second and I would have to say there was confusion there. Forced upon her or not and orgasm is an orgasm and the pleasure of the first is always remarkable.

Knowing that for a second or two she might have enjoyed this forced fuck compelled me to begin pounding her once again. Only this time I wrapped both arms around her thin little waste and rolled over until I had her lying on top. With her head buried under my chin and her tears soaking my chest I grabbed each of her tiny little ass cheeks in either hand and squeezed with painful force as I began thrusting up into her pussy once more. As I felt my third load rising to the surface I pulled her up until the tip of my cock was at her virgin door and slammed for all I was worth deep inside her soaked pussy. My cum exploding to the back of her cunt.

I was done, the need for further pleasure gone from my system I eased my extremely sensitive cock out of her pussy and gently laid her beside me on the bed. Tears began to roll from my eyes as the drugs wore off and I realized the horrible thing I had just been forced to do. Sara made no effort to pull her skirt down or cover her hot, red pussy, she just lay there sobbing, her head buried into the bed. I rolled to the floor and found my clothes, getting dressed quickly. I wanted to say something, but I knew words could never make up for what I had done. So I made my way to the chair on the other side of the room and sat with my head buried in my arms….

 

 

I won’t apologize for my actions even though they were horribly wrong. There are days like today when I just can’t seem to shake what I did, which is why I thought getting this story off my chest would provide me with some comfort and it has. What I did was wrong there is no excuse for doing what I did, but the reward I got from this experience makes it all worthwhile. I will leave you now to pray to god that I burn in hell for doing what most people consider to be an inhumane act. Besides it’s almost four o’clock and I need to pick up my reward from the daycare center.

Roberta then dropped her dress, to reveal that she was not wearing any undies. She leered at him suggestively, motioning with her fingers for him to join her in the master bedroom. As she led her son into the bedroom, she took out some hand-cuffs, grabbed his hands, and slapped them on him. He was stunned, and looked at her to ask why she had bound him.

"I"ve got to keep you from escaping and breaking your contract, my boy! You"re far too hesitant for me to trust you, aren"t you?"

"Will this always be the case?"

"No, because you"ll get used to fucking your mother, I"ll make sure that you like it, and you"ll soon be taking control in our sessions. I want that, you know? I want you to dominate me. Otherwise, however, I will dominate you, until you learn to accept my new dual role as your mother and your mistress! Now, lean over the bed!"

He did as she ordered, and she realized with some disappointment that he took after her in submissiveness. Okay, she thought, I"ll have to dominate him, but I will just go out and find bossy men elsewhere. If Chad is getting it on with 2 or more ladies, and he is actually accepting my control over him, he will have to share me, too.

Roberta took out her late husband"s belt, which she still kept to hurt herself, and started striking Chad with it, which caused him to welt and flinch in response. 

She was angry at him for disappointing her with his submissive nature, but also smart enough to know that she had won him, and this came with the territory. Casual encounters with domineering men would have to suffice. Perhaps she could fuck them in front of him, and that would excite him a bit. Then, of course, she would give him sloppy seconds. He could then go running home to his faithful fiancee and her boring, Victorian morality. 

She kept spanking him as she thought about this, and she could tell that he was enjoying it, which only confirmed his masochistic nature. Oh, why couldn"t he have been a dom, just like his dad?, she thought.

At last, when he was hard enough, she turned him over on his back, and swiftly mounted him, getting his cock deep inside her pussy for the 1st time. He was groaning with considerable pleasure, as he felt the confines of her cunt on his dick. She tightened up a bit for him, flexing her vaginal muscles to stiffen him further, and thereby increased the strain on his scrotum, until he just had to cum inside his mother"s warm pussy.

"Oh, that"s right, Chad, my son! Yes, cum for me, now! You can do that right, can"t you? You may be a pathetic submissive, but at least your cock is great, and you have plenty of semen! Oh, God, I"m very glad that I won this bet! Your ass is mine, and I"m going to use it! I own you, since you clearly want it that way, and I"m determined to keep you in compliance with our deal. Understand? You wanna be a slave, fine, but be Mommy"s slave!"

"Yes, you own me- keep fucking me, Mom! I never knew this was so great! Thank you, Mom, I"m glad that I lost!"

"You"re so great, I want to fuck you twice a day! Report to me during your lunch break, every day, and right after you clock out- is that clear? Whatever is left goes to your fiancee!"

At that, she grabbed a butt-plug, and without lubricating it, she shoved it up his rectum, making him squeal with the pain. She looked at him sternly, and then snickered as she thought of something.

"I"m going to have you keep that up your ass during the work days, and then you"ll return it to me for washing at nights. You"ll be getting your ass fucked alot, by all of my other sex partners, all of whom are men. That way, you"ll be excited when I ride you, as your prostate will be stimulated by the cocks and the butt-plug. I will have the plug kept in your ass as I ride you, so you"ll be under constant pressure, and will eventually have to cum inside me."

"Mom, I can"t do guys! Ow, this hurts!"

"You will do guys, and if you want to stop hurting, seize the initiative and take control of me! Act like a man, and I"ll treat you like one, with respect, but otherwise you"re my boy-toy, for me to use as I wish! I am only dominating you, because you are willing to let me, so you have only yourself to blame here! 

Oh, and as I implied, we"ll always do it cowgirl-style, because you"re a passive weakling instead of a real man, despite your manly cock. I"ll even fuck your ass with a strap-on, now and then, if I wish it. By the way, masturbation is strictly forbidden in my house, so don"t even think of touching yourself while you"re here!"

"Ok, Mom, but please pull it out of me!"

"No! You"re taking it, and I"m going to keep fucking you, while you take it, so get used to it!"

She rode him for what seemed like days, making him cum repeatedly, and draining his balls in the process. He was evidently loving it, so she knew that her decision to assume permanent control was a wise one, since he"d make a poor excuse for a master!

Finally, however, she released him, and made it clear to him that his duties would be specified to the letter the nights before, so he"d better pay attention. If he failed her, she would tell Deanna about the wager, and he knew what that would mean- the end of the engagement. She had him by the balls, literally, but was partly so hard on him because she had really craved his dominance, and found him sadly lacking in it. Oh, well, maybe he"d give her another son, who would dominate her. She certainly hoped so.

I was into kissing and holding hands but not much else. Actually, I was so dumb about things that I don't think I knew there was more. I only had little bumps for boobs but that didn't stop boys from trying to feel them. The first time I got felt up was at a movie theater. I had gone with some girlfriends and of course we met some boys there. No one cared about the movie. We were only interested in kissing and fooling around. It was also there that I noticed my friend Lisa rubbing the front of her boy's jeans. I didn't know any different so I did it too. I liked the feel of that hard thing under my hand and really liked the effect it had on the boy.

That brings me to the day my newest boyfriend Mike was at my house to help me study for a science test. It was a Saturday afternoon and my mom was gone visiting or something. My dad got a call from one of his friends to go golfing and asked my older brother to keep an eye on me and my boyfriend so he could go. As soon as Dad left, Mike and I started kissing. I was letting him feel my breasts and started rubbing the front of his jeans. Knowing it was pretty safe with my parents gone, Mike unzipped his pants and for the first time ever, I slid my hand inside the opening. I could feel it much better and liked it better. I moved my fingers into the slot of his jockey shorts and felt my first bare cock. Mike really liked that and started moving around and then yanked my hand away. He abruptly left shortly after that and I didn't understand what I had done wrong. 

My friend Lisa, who was more experienced, explained that he had probably cum in his pants and said it happened all of the time with boys. The only thing I knew was that Mike couldn't wait to be alone with me again. After that day I quickly graduated to giving full "hand jobs". Mike loved it. 

On another day after school when Mike was over, I took advantage of my mother going next door to give Mike a hand job. I had it out of his pants and was stroking it when my brother Jeff walked into the room. We were caught. Mike quickly jumped up and zipped his pants. Jeff told him he had better leave. I was in trouble and knew it. Jeff was 17 and told me that I was asking for trouble with what I was doing. My mother came back and to my surprise, Jeff didn't say anything. He did tell me he would talk to me later. 

Later that day, Jeff was going to the store for mom and asked me to go with him. I knew I was going to get a lecture and did. He wanted to know everything I did with boys. I told him. I was practically begging him to not tell our parents. It was then that I noticed something. My brother was hard and it bulged the front of his pants. In an effort to save myself from my parents wrath, I decided to try something. It was either going to get me into more trouble or out of trouble. I decided to take the chance. After all boys are boys even if it is a brother.

I knew enough to know that boys are only hard when they are horny so Jeff must be horny. I also knew that when boys are horny, they like to be played with. After taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, I told Jeff that if he didn't tell, I would do it for him. That surprised him and got his attention. He scolded me and said I was acting like a little slut. As he went on, I feared I had made a wrong decision. Then to my complete surprise, he asked if I was serious. I told him I was. Then he asked me to show him how serious I was. 

Nervously, I slid over the car seat and placed my hand over his erection. By this time, we were almost home and I rubbed him until we pulled into our driveway. After turning off the car, Jeff told me to sneak over to his room an hour after Mom and Dad went to bed. Then he got out of the car and we went into the house. 

I'll continue this but not now. If anyone has any comments or questions, please feel free to E-mail me at sharonalderson@aol.com All questions will be answered by me

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Standing in her room looking at her naked body in the full length mirror staring at her refection from her hazel almond shape eyes she looks at her self from head to toe with her brown curls gently cascading down her hips. She was attractive looking, as her hands went passed her hips. Being a Latina she was blessed with a shapely body and a full D cup breast Alicia was fit and toned she knew many guys who wanted to go out with her it was the sex part that she could never seem to get right.

It was not like she was some sexless creature Alicia mused her hands trailing over her sensitive skin she closed her eyes and sighed. A picture of her boy friend came to her mind and all her sexual feelings came down do a crashing halt her eyes went back to the full beer she left by her night stand

“By this time I would be drunk out of my mind, Maybe I should of stayed with my friends”

But the thought of being in a drunken haze no longer appealed to her that was something she would do every weekend with John. Pulling the cool sheets she laid down and prayed that sleep would claim her soon.

Later on that night….

Something woke her from her dreamless slumber and she did not know how but she knew it was a person but Alicia could hardly see the form that had entered her room till the soft light on her night stand filled the figures face with a pale glow it was her step brother Jarred. What the hell is he doing in here she thought to her self. Probably trying to steal some money her mind answered back. Just as she was about to ask him what the hell he was doing there the look in his eyes made the words die in her throat he had the looked pure hunger.

“Ali are you up?” his whisper was low and seductive it sent tingles down Alicia’s spine. Her mind whirled in confusion this is Jarred her mind scream but her eyes could not help but look at him in a whole new perspective he was attractive in a white t-shirt and black pants but in a way she had never seen him as a man. He looked like a warrior sent to claim his prey. Maybe she was still a little drunk after all she reasoned Though hooded eyes she watches as he step closer to her bed.

“You really should stop drinking so much that fucker you go out with is no good for you, you know” Jarred walked to the night stand and turned the light to fully brighten the room. He watched her with such strong intensity the she felt as if her body was being caressed my invisible hands. Taking a deep swig of the beer he reach down and removed the covers off her body.

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Jarred should not be here, in this room that he knew. His feet however kept moving to the bed were Alicia laid. Every weekend she always came back the same way, from hours of endless partying so drunk that she could never seem remember what had happened the night before. Ever since then Jarred would come in to her bed room. At first it was just to look at her beautiful form laying there so peaceful so angelic but Jarred soon found that just looking at her was not enough and for about two weeks he started touching her light strokes barely skin on skin but for some reason he knew tonight he was not going to be satisfied with just that Jarred needed more he wanted to hear her cries of passion as she orgasm and know that he was the man responsible for it. It’s the only time were I can smell her, touch her, taste her and if that makes me an ass or the worse man alive then so be it. His mind reasoned.

“You really are so beautiful” Jarred whispered, his hands gliding down to pull the satin sheets to see her perfect body. Giving into the urge Jarred removed the silky strands of dark honey colored hair that covered her oval shape face. His hands slid further down to caress Alicia’s cheek her skin so soft flawless.

“As soft as rose petals” he spoke out loud.

He bent his head the scent of her body filled his senses she smelled of Jasmine and women. Jarred licked the inner shell of her ear doing it just because he could he cock hardened instantly. Alicia’s light brown colored nipple called to him begging to be sucked a hiss filled the air as lips touch skin whether if it was his voice or hers he would never know. The taste of her skin was like the strongest aphrodisiac he had ever known and the yearning to slide his throbbing dick into her silky heat hit him with such a force that he could barely restrain him self from doing just that. Cupping the neglected breast with his hand Jarred rolled the eraser size nipple between his forefinger and thump.

“I will be inside of you Alicia, one day baby there will be nothing to keep you from me” his husky whisper filled the room.

Jarrod began to massage her flat stomach running circles around her pierced bellybutton traveling down to caress her hips, firm legs and feet. Kneeling on the floor he slowly spreads her thighs enjoy the feeling of her of finally being able to do what he has been so longing to do. Since the very first time he had set eyes on her at the age of 14 he craved her the sent the feel the taste. Jarrod’s body tight with passion. The need to ram into her fiery heat was overwhelming. His breathing coming out harshly he was surprised to feel that Alicia was already wet. Her nether lips swelling and glistening in welcome, moans spilling from soft lips.

“Please oh God please” Alicia cries. Body shaking her hair cascades down her face as she tosses her head from side to side her hands tightening around the tangled sheets as if it were some kind of life line.

Was Alicia dreaming of her lover? Did she even have a lover ? Does she have more than one? The thought of her dreaming of John or some other faceless man swept Jarrod with such feelings of possession that his lust quickly turned to a blinding rage that any thought of taking his time and going gently were obliterated from his mind. The need to claim her as if to bind her some how to him became so overwhelming that Jarrod’s mind screamed to him that he should leave to go back to his own room. But the call of her supple body was to powerful with a groan of surrender that escaped his lips as he grab her thighs more roughly than he intended to. Jarrod bent his head to taste her dewy folds ….

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To be Continue

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“Who is it?” a female voice demanded.  The door was open just enough for the shotgun but not enough for the dog to get out, although he was trying.

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“My name is John Kelly.  I need help.  My snowmobile broke down yesterday afternoon and I have been skiing constantly looking for help.  I’m almost done in.  I mean you no harm.”

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The shotgun was withdrawn and she told the dog to shut up in a stern voice.  The dog instantly obeyed.  She opened the door and told me to come in and go over by the fireplace.  She told me to put another log on the fire as she closed the door.  I only got a glimpse of her silhouette as I shuffled to the life-giving warmth.  I put on another log and pulled off my coat, gloves, and scarves.  As I kneeled in front of the fireplace holding out my hands the feeling started coming back – pins and needles to the extreme.  I moaned but kept my hands in the warmth without getting too close.  She came back into the room handing me a hot cup of coffee. Â

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“Thanks.”  It tasted like the best drink I ever had: hot and strong without being bitter.

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She stepped into the light of the fireplace and I saw her. Â She had a dark complexion and sharp features indicating no fat on her face at all. Â Her eyes were dark brown and flashing, missing nothing. Â When she smiled her teeth were snow white and except for an eyetooth that had a little crook in it, perfect.

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She put some blankets on the couch and told me to sleep on the couch.  “Take off those wet clothes and put them around the fireplace to dry.  Don’t put your boots too close or they will get hard.  I’ll see you in a few hours.  Oh, by the way, don’t try to pet the dog.  He will bite.  If he wants you to pet him, he’ll put his nose in your hand, otherwise just leave him be.”

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I striped down to my long johns and laid all my clothes around the fireplace watching the steam rise from them. Â I found the pillow she had placed under the blankets and stretched out on the couch covering myself with the hand-made blankets. Â I was asleep instantly. Â I awoke looking into the eyes of the largest dog I had ever seen. Â He was sitting looking at me from about 2 feet and it was a little unnerving, considering the warning I had received earlier. Â There was a smell of coffee coming from somewhere along with a smell of baking bread. Â Slowly, minding the dog, I sat up and stretched.

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“Do you have an outhouse?”

“Of course.  Out the door to your right.  Mind the storm.  It’s about 40 below right now and the wind is blowing at about 70 miles an hour.� A real blizzard.”

I got dressed, pulled on my coat and gloves and opened the door.  Brutus brushed by me and ran to the right.  Fortunately the door was on the leeward side of the storm so no wind came into the cabin.  I headed toward the outhouse and saw the horizontal snow going past the cabin.  It was screaming.  I don’t know how I slept with the noise.  I spotted the outhouse and stepped inside.  When I dropped my pants and flap exposing my bare flesh to the cold it really woke me up.  I was glad when I finished so I could cover up again.  Brutus was waiting for me at the door wanting in.  I noticed that the snow on his back had not even started to melt.  Good insulation.  After washing up I went to the kitchen and she was just pouring the coffee.

Breakfast was fabulous. Â There were home-made biscuits about 6 inches across and light and flaky. Â Scrambled eggs with some strange looking stuff in it but tasted delicious. Â Some unknown meat and she placed a bowl on the table saying it was for the biscuits. Â She said it was a mixture of sweet cream, butter, and apricots. Â I asked her about the meat and ingredients in the eggs. Â She said the meat was bear meat. Â It was the back strap, or the meat between the spine and ribs in the depression where the muscles lay. Â The eggs contained wild onions, wild garlic, wild mushrooms, and home made cheese.

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After breakfast I started to help her clean up, but she told me to go into the next room and take a bath.  “No offense, Kelly, but you’re a little ripe.”  Since I could smell myself, I agreed and stepped into the other room.  There was a washbasin and a large kettle of hot water waiting.  “Sorry, no shower here.  You’ll have to take a standup washcloth bath.  Just put on that flannel robe and I’ll wash out your long johns and other clothes when I wash mine in a while.”

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I stripped and was washing when she opened the curtain to get my clothes.  I had one foot up on a stool and was leaning back washing my ass so she had a good view.  I dropped my foot and moved my hands to cover myself saying she should have knocked.  “It’s my house – I don’t knock.  Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and after a bit let’s talk about utilizing that tool.”

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I could not believe what I just heard. Â I was just propositioned by this great looking girl that I just met. Â She pickup up my clothes and carried them away. Â After bathing I slipped on the robe and carried the water to the door and threw it into the snow. Â When I came back in she was pouring hot water into a large tub with a rub board. Â I asked her what her name was and she said it was Barbara. Â She told me to go sit in front of the fireplace and she would be out directly.

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I sat in front of the fire listening to the wind blow when Brutus came, jumped onto the couch and put his head in my lap scooting his nose under my hand.  I started petting him and he went to sleep.  When Barbara came in and saw Brutus in my lap she laughed.  “I guess Brutus approves of you, Kelly.  I think I do, too.  Let’s go to my bedroom.  I need you to make love to me.  It’s been over two years since I had a boyfriend and seeing you in there made me so horney I can hardly stand it.  I got up and she took me by the hand leading me into her bedroom.  The bed was huge and entirely hand made.  The mattress was hand sewn and about two feet thick.  The blankets were hand made and heavily quilted.  The sheets, however, appeared to be satin.�

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“My grandfather made the bed and my grandmother, mother, and her sisters made the mattress and quilts.  The sheets are silk and were a present to my mother by a Chinese gentleman she knew many years ago.  They are over 50 years old and just as good as new.  I love sleeping on them.”

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She started striping and was nude within a minute.  I could only stand and watch, and getting this extremely hard erection.  I noticed some scars on her back and right side under her breast, but before I could ask about them she had ripped off the robe.  Looking down, she said, “Oh, yes.  I’m going to enjoy that.”  I pulled her to me and kissed her with as much tenderness as I could, but she was like an animal, throwing me to the bed and climbing onto me.  She was already wet and wanted no foreplay.  She climbed up onto me and impaled herself on my erection.  When I was all the way into her, she sat there enjoying the feel of me.  She leaned over and started humping me like a piston.  Faster and faster she went until she was rubbing her pubic bone against me so hard it was starting to hurt.  She climaxed and starting pounding me taking longer and longer strokes until I came, also.  Then she lay on me holding me inside her.

“Don’t move.  Just lay still and let me enjoy this.”

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I did not move and also enjoyed the feeling of her on top of me.  As our breathing returned to normal, she rolled off me and snuggled up under my arm, pulling the covers over us.  Within a minute she was sound asleep.  I lay there for a bit and also went to sleep.  When I awoke about an hour later she had not moved.  I pulled the covers back and looked her over carefully.  She was tight, long muscled, and no fat anywhere I could see.  There was only a light fuzz where the pubic hair would have been, but she did not shave.  The same light hair was under her arms and on her legs.  It looked like she did not shave anywhere.  There were two curved scars in her right eyebrow and two ½ inch wide round scars under her breast about 4 inches apart.  They were puncture wounds of some sort.  Her breasts were just the right size for her build.  I would guess about a 34B.  Her areolas were small and only slightly darker than her skin.  Her nipples had reacted to the cool air and were standing erect.  Looking at her caused me to get another erection.  As it got hard it was rubbing against her hip.  Suddenly her hand closed over it startling me, since I thought she was still asleep.

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“Hello, Kelly.  I see you are ready for some more fun.”

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“Hello, Barbara.  Yes, but this time I want to make love to you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.  I just needed some relief before.”

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I started by rolling her over against me and holding her. Â She maneuvered herself so that my erection slid between her legs and between her pussy lips. Â As I held her, she slowly moved back and forth rubbing my dick with her labia. Â I kissed her and slowly kissed down the side of her neck licking at that place where her jaw joins her neck, then down to the hollow of her neck and shoulder. Â I pushed her slowly onto her back as I kissed my way down to her breasts, kissing, sucking, nipping, and rolling her nipples with my fingers. Â We were both enjoying this activity. Â Continuing to caress her breasts with my hands, I kissed my way down stopping and kissing her scars, which caused her to jump. Â I continued down to her hip and then moved over between her legs. Â She opened wide as I licked up and down her slit, pausing to spend a little time at her hole and more time at her clit. Â She was moving involuntarily and when I nipped at her clit she hit me in the mouth with her pubic bone and had an orgasm. Â I held onto her as she bucked and continued to lick and nip her clit as she soared over to insensibility. I relaxed and let her come down. Â Just as she was starting to relax I slipped up entering her with a single thrust going all the way in, my balls hitting her. Â She gasped and threw her legs around me. Â I began to thrust slowly and deliberately. Â I would pull almost all the way out and then plunge in again, harder and harder. Â She started having a non-stop orgasm, yelling and moaning while bucking against me. Â I could feel that deep-down feeling creeping up and plunged down as deep as I could get. Â I held myself there as I came, hard, deep squirts almost hurting with their intensity. Â I had never had an orgasm like this before, and it lasted longer than any previous one. Â When I finished, I lay on her gasping for air.

I ran my finger over the scars in her eyebrow.  “Rifle scope?”

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“Yep,” she said, “Just like yours.”

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“How did you get the other scars – the round ones?”

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“When I was a small girl playing in the yard a mountain lion ran into the yard and grabbed me and started carrying me away.  That’s how I got the scars.  My 15-year old brother was chopping wood and ran over hitting the lion across the neck with the splitting mall.  He almost cut the cat’s head off with that swing, but he did sever the spine and the lion is stuffed and mounted in his house.  Daddy looked at the wounds the cat gave me, saw they weren’t very deep, so he used some bag bomb (that’s a wound cleanser for cow's udders) on the wounds, taped some gauze over them and the next day I was playing in the yard, again.”

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“Didn’t I feel some scars on your back?”

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“Yeah, nothing so exciting as yours, though.  Mine are from stupidity.  I was cutting down some trees with my chain saw and missed a dead stand in a tree.  When my tree fell, the dead stand came down and just about killed me.  Some dead branches punctured my lung and my dad had to cut the tree off me and take me up to the hospital in Kalispell.  It took about an hour to get there, and I almost died on the way.”

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We looked at each other’s scars, touched them, then touched other places.  We made love again and drifted off to sleep.  The blizzard lasted until nightfall the next day.  The next day we closed up the cabin for the season and got into her snowmobile and headed back to her house where I contacted my family to tell them where I was and I was all right.  Since I had not told them I was going, they didn’t even know I was missing.  Oh, well.

Barbara and I are engaged to be married. Â We have been dating for two years now and plan to get married in the spring. Â We spend at least a week in her cabin every few months and relive the great times we spent there. Â We never found my broken down snowmobile, but you can rest assured that I will never go into the woods alone, again.

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