Gathering together some bandages, and water, she set out for the stables. Her husband had beaten him severely tonight, taking out all his frustration at this years, nearly non-existent, crops. She had watched, helplessly, as her husband brought that long, wicked looking whip down, again and again on Bens’ back. But now she had to help him.

He looked up at her shocked, as she used the dampened cloth to clean the cuts covering his dark-brown back. She didn’t speak, looking deeply into his dark, almost black eyes. Trying to convey just how sorry she was. She continued, and he laid his head on one arm, wincing occasionally when she touched a sensitive area.

“Well, well, well, isn’t this a pretty scene”,

They both jumped at the voice behind them. Eliza stood immediately and turned to face him.

“Husband!” she spoke trying to keep the shock and fear out of her voice.

“My wife, cleaning a nigger”, his voice boomed.

It was then that she noticed the Smith & Weston in his right hand.

“Husband, please”, she pleaded, lost for words, her mind muddled by fear

“My wife cleaning the slave!” his voice just got louder, his chubby round face, red with rage. “My wife the slave lover - My wife the nigger lover”, smiling a little as she cringed away from his crude language.

“Husband, No! I was just trying to help. A slave is no good to us dead, I was just - AH!” she was cut short, as he slapped her, hard. She crumpled to the ground, crying softly, terrified of her husbands wrath. Afraid for herself, but she was shocked to find that she was even more afraid for Ben.

“My wife and the nigger, sneaking out after dark”

“No! Husband please, it wasn’t like that I swear I just wanted to help. I’m sorry my husband, so sorry.”

But he wasn’t listening, he was way past listening.

“Well! If my wife is going to be a slave lover, then she might as well be a slave whore!”

“Husband!” she cried out shocked, “Please don’t say such things”

“You will be what ever I tell you, and right now you are a slave whore”, he pulled her to her feet and threw her down on her back, onto a bed of hay, “And before you start liking the idea! You won’t just be a slave whore to the Boy here”, he spoke, pulling the shaking black man to his feet, “You’re going to be the whore to all our fine slaves”,

Eliza watched terrified as her husband, leered down at her.

He turned to Ben smiling a cruel smile. Eliza watched, in shock, as her husband lifted the gun, pointing it directly at Bens’ groin.

“Now Boy, you’re going to do exactly as I say, aren’t you.”

Ben nodded, never taking his eyes of the gun

“Watch closely Boy, this show’s in your honor”, he turned back to his wife, and knelt beside her, “Up on your knees, my little nigger whore”.

Cringing again at his foul language, she did as she was told; her husband looked back up at Ben to make sure he was watching, and then turned back to Eliza.

Gripping her night-gown with both hands, he ripped it apart, bearing her full white breasts, for Ben to see, then stood, pointing the gun at him again.

“Now fuck her”, he spoke in a low dangerous voice.

“Master?” Ben spoke, his voice shaking.

“You heard me Boy”, he raised the gun again.

Ben nodded and obediently knelt before his masters’ wife.

“Mam, I’m so sorry, but I have to or he’ll ...” she cut him off, placing a finger on his lips.

On his knees between her smooth white thighs, he unbuttoned his pants. Eliza watched fearfully as he freed his 10 inch member. But as she looked over his large muscular body, his dark brown skin, the way it clashed with her white thighs, new sensations began to invade her. Sending little thrills through her all the way down to her toes before amassing in her private center. But his broad muscular chest, seemed to be affecting her the most.

She placed her hands on his muscular shoulders as he moved over her, his hard shaft pushing against her tight opening.

“Sorry to disappoint you my dear whore”, her husbands’ harsh voice, broke into her thoughts, “But this isn’t going to be a tender love making session - Boy! That’s a nice big cock you have there and your going to ram it into that whore, to the hilt, you hear me Boy?”.

Eliza looked up at Ben, nodding in response to his questioning look, letting him know that she forgave him. But she wasn’t prepared for that first thrust, as he gripped her hips and, with all his strength, forced his enormous shaft into her tight hole.

He was unable to hold back his cry of intense pleasure, while she screamed her pain. She felt torn apart, stretched to the limit. He held himself still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him within her. The pain dissipated faster then she expected, as her inner muscles began to relax and accept him. A new sensation began to take over, along with the fullness. Something she hadn’t yet experienced. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back inside, sending a wave of pain and something else, something she couldn’t quite grasp, through her.

She gripped his shoulders as he pounded into her, moaning and grunting, his pleasure. The pain had all but gone now replaced by something else. Something was building in her; she could feel it with every thrust of his shaft. She raised her knees, trying to get him deeper, staring amazed at his beautiful dark face, eyes closed, mouth wide, curling up a little at the sides, showing his delight.

His eyes flickered open, and for a moment they stared deeply into each other before closing again, concentrating on his need for release. She closed hers’ as well shocked by the change in sensations. She lay back, glorying in the feelings that were building within her, tightening within her. She gasped as he began moving faster, thrusting harder, filling her so completely, stretching her further then she had thought possible. Still faster, harder, bruising the delicate flesh of her bottom as he gripped her pulling her up for a deeper penetration. And still the sensations built, her center tightening more, more.

Suddenly the heat took over, a scorching burning heat starting where he was filling her, and spreading in red hot waves of ecstasy. She was unable to hold back her scream, but this time she was screaming with pleasure not pain. In her dazed recovery, she felt him thrust once more, hard, roaring as his shot his seed into her, sending more thrills though her, and warmth as she felt his semen filled her.

Suddenly, Bens’ delicious weight was pulled off her. Looking up shocked, she watched as her husband ordered Ben back to his bunk, before tuning back to her. Confused by his triumphant grin, she continued to stare up at his tall broad structure.

“Well my dear - That was your first warning”, his voice as full of pride as his expression.

First warning? she thought, before realisation dawned. From his angle, with her screaming and all, it must have looked like a painful horrifying experience.

“You may go back to bed now - and you will never disobey me again - will you”

“No my husband”, she spoke, keeping her head down, seeing no reason to show that his punishment had been anything other then torture.

Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – The Aftermath

With long slow yet strong stokes he drew out every drop of pleasure her tight little body had to offer; Never had she imagined that it could be this way. Her husband worked over her nightly, taking his pleasure in short quick jabs; he may as well have been on his own as he’d sort his climax at high speed. But she now understood why he persisted, understood the shudders that overtook him and the almost whimpered moan in her ear, just before he’d roll over, forgetting that she was even in the room.

But she wasn’t with her husband now, oh no, he defiantly was not the man driving her body to delicious ecstasy with each stroke. No that man was Ben, her husbands' slave – Her Master.

***

Eliza sat quietly at dinner, slowly, politely eating her meal. Trying desperately not to notice the leering looks her husband was throwing her.

“So”, he spoke gruffly causing her to cringe away “Christmas is coming soon, I’ve invited my mother and brother to stay. You’ll inform the Niggers in the Kitchen”

“Yes Husband”, she nodded, clenching her fists under the table. She hated it when he called them that.

“And decorate this place for Christs’ sake, looks like a morgue in here”, he grinned cruelly as she shrank back, tears springing in her eyes. He knew how much pride she took in keeping a good house.

“Yes husband”, she swallowed hard, forcing back her anger. She knew it would do no good to argue. As she finished her meal the house girl Annie took her plate and moved around to take the Masters. Her husbands slow up and down gaze over the girl was not lost on Eliza, she wondered if he’d been lying with Annie as well. She had to bite her lip to hold back the laugh welling up. Poor girl if he was.

Annie was quite pretty for a slave. Her dark skin was smooth, tight and shiny, her long black hair was tied neatly and she wore a simple white house dress. Unlike the regular slaves who wore clothes made of the sackcloth that could be spared, she was given a simple white dress made of cotton. She looked quite fetching actually.

Eliza wondered how Ben knew so much about Annies’ sexual favours. Had he already lain with her? After all they were – alike – a wave of jealousy rolled through her. Eliza knew that although she was eager during her sexual adventures with Ben, she was not very experienced and Ben often had to show her what to do and how to move. I bet Annie would know a hundred different ways to please him. She found herself wondering what their mating would be like. She imagined something fast and animalistic. Annie bent over a bench in the stable while Ben rammed her again and again from behind. She imagined Annie moaning as her head tipped back, Ben holding her tight little butt still while he made her his with long hard strokes that seemed to shake the whole stable. Biting her soft neck before capturing her wanton lips in a…..

“What the hells the matter with you woman!” her husband snapped her back to reality. “You look like a starving dog”, he sneered, smirking at her hurt expression.

“Nothing my husband, I – I guess I’m just tired”, she kept her eyes low as she spoke, “If you don’t mind I’ll just go down and give the kitchen …”, she couldn’t finish, couldn’t say that foul word, “give them their instructions then go to bed”. She was relieved at his uninterested wave of dismissal, his attention once again distracted by the view of Annie bending to retrieve a dropped cloth.

Eliza left the room, breathing a silent sigh of relief at being out of his presence. Just being in a room with that man was exhausting. The scream never had a chance as a large black hand covered her mouth, and another strong hand pushed her hard against the wall in the hallway, just out of her husbands’ line of vision.

***

John waved a distracted, uninterested hand at his wife, dismissing her. Fuck she was so wet, how could he have been forced to marry such a dull woman. Not an ounce of spirit in her. But his attention wasn’t on his wife no that had been firmly taken by the house Maids tight little ass. When she bent over in that white cotton dress he could see her tight brown ass clearly. Fuck she wasn’t wearing panties! He felt his cock hardening as he watched her. She couldn’t have been more then 19, ripe for picking. Possibly still a virgin, and if not she’d still have a nice tight little cunt. He’d never fucked a slave before, always considered them far too below him. But she one hot bitch and his cock was becoming painfully hard.

Go on, just a quick one., he thought, She’s yours’ after all, just fuck her fast and blow, his cock jumped at the thought and his mind was made up.

He stood, and grabbed Annie by the arm.

***

Shock and a little fear filled Elizas’ eyes as she met the dark eyes of Ben.

“Ben – What are you doing”, she hissed, “My husband – your Master is right there”, she flicked her head to the side, signalling that he was just out of eyesight. Bens’ hands gripped her upper arms tightly, bruising her soft flesh as his mouth moved closer to her ear.

“Then you’d better shut the fuck up”, he whispered sternly into her ear. Quickly his hand grabbed her skirts and lifted them so his hands could explore the silky white skin of her thigh. “Oh honey you are soooo soft, did you do what I told you?”, without waiting for a response his hand moved higher to find that she was, as instructed, not wearing underwear.

She gasped as his hand found her bare pussy, a single finger stroking across her tight slit. He looked deep into her eyes as he caressed her, a wicked smile forming as he watched her draw closer and closer to her reward. Her muscles tightened and her body shuddered as his hand continued to stroke, her eyes never left his as she silently enjoyed the rocking waves of pleasure.

***

“Master?” Annies’ eyes were full of fear as she saw the lustful look in his, “Master please don’t, I am your property I know but I’m…” she hesitated.

“Your what?”, he spoke, smile widening knowing very well what was coming his cock pressing even harder against his pants.

“I’m a virgin, I was saving myself” tears began to well in her eyes as she looked up at him, silently pleading for her chastity.

“Saving yourself for someone other then your Master?” He watched her cringe at his fake rage; he roughly pulled her closer looking deeply into her fearful eyes, his lust growing stronger with every second. He turned her away, pushing her down onto the table, pulling up her flimsy white dress to expose her bare dark brown ass. It was so tight and shiny, he couldn’t help himself. He delivered a sharp smack to her ass, quivering at her pained gasp.

Deftly he opened his pants, as he looked down at her tight ass, trembling at the realization that he would soon be blowing his hot seed inside her extra tight virgin pussy. He bent his knees positioning himself, his large cock pushing hard against her tight opening.

“Oooo you bitch, this is going to feel so good, don’t worry, I’m pretty sure it won’t take long” he laughed under his breath as he pushed the first inch of his cock inside her, “Oh fuck this is good”, he kept pushing, his cock going deeper, deeper till he met with the barrier proving her virginity. “Fuck! oh fuck you really are a virgin, and so tight”, the last words were hissed from between his clenched teeth as he pushed forward past the barrier and deep into her till now untouched cunt, sinking deeper and still deeper till his balls were touching her soft pussy lips. He was deaf to her pained cry as red hot pleasure coursed through him.

***

“Eliza”, her name whispered in her ear brought her back to realty. Dear god she’d just allowed Ben to bring her to climax while her husband sat just a few feet away! “You promised Eliza”, he whispered “You promised to be mine whenever I desired you”. Slowly he turned them so that he was now leaning against the wall.

“Ben please; he could come through any minute!” her whispered plea didn’t faze him.

“You’d better get on with it then”, he spoke putting pressure on her shoulders forcing her down onto her knees. He quickly pulled open his dirty pants to free his hardness. He was unable to prevent the chuckle as he watched realisation of what he wanted her to do pass over her pretty face.

“Ben...”

“It’s real easy, just hold back your teeth and keep your lips tight, I’ll take care of the rest”, he grinned down at his Masters wife as she moved closer to his throbbing shaft, gently taking the head into her very hot mouth. He curled his fingers into her hair, holding her fast and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, thrilled by his mastery over her.

After all the times the Master had called him Boy and Niger, the scars on his back from that god damn whip. Here he was just out of site and with his cock down the Masters’ Wifes’ throat. Ben fucked her mouth, so hot and tight and wet, he fucked faster, excitement rising as he heard his Masters voice in his head. Slave – Boy – Niger, over and over while she sucked and swallowed. All of a sudden the waves of rapture burst from where he was firmly rooted in her wanting mouth and flowing through his trembling body. “That’s right Eliza, swallow the slave cum”

Eliza swallowed the last of his seed, arousal filling her at the foul words pouring out of his mouth, obviously in the throes of his completion. But as she looked up she realised that he was no longer looking at her but over her shoulder to a figure standing in the door way. Suddenly his words took on a whole new meaning.

I can’t help it, it excites me that she’s unable to satisfy him. Makes me wonder if he needs something – someone - else to satisfy his, now raging libido.

Damn-it! Doesn’t he know he only has to open that door and I would be his sexual slave? God I want him so much.

I want his hands on me

His mouth on me

I want to taste his salty skin, slide my hot mouth over his hard cock.

I want him to be my first, to fill my virgin pussy, and flood my with his cum

February 14th 2003

Dear Diary,

Things have become much worse, or maybe better, I’m not quite sure how I feel yet. Maybe after I’ve written this down, I’ll have a different perspective on the whole episode...

After listening, shamelessly to Matts’ frisky lovemaking to Janice over the last few weeks, I decided that I needed to see for myself. I’m still not quite sure how I came to this decision, but the next thing I knew I was sneaking up the hall to Matts’ room. The door was ajar, and I pushed it open just a little. My mouth went dry and my legs weak at the view that greeted me.

Matt lay on his back, looking up at a rather stressed looking Janice between his spread bent knees. Holding her head tightly as he thrust his cock into her sucking mouth, suddenly growling in vexation, pulling her away. For the first time I saw his large cock. It was a monster! My mind reeled with fearful arousal as I imagined that cock, stretching, filling, ripping my tight virgin pussy in two.

I watched my hand slowly stroking my firm breasts, as he pulled her astride his hips. Delivering a sharp slap to her soft ass.

     "Now - tell Uncle Matty your sorry", he spoke, his voice quiet, dangerously calm. I knew that Janice wouldn’t dare disobey him and I was right.

     "I’m sorry uncle Matty", she whimpered, scared but obviously aroused by his domination.

     "It’s alright sweet thing, I’ll forgive you this time".

My breath caught as I heard him use the pet name he had saved for me, since forever! The light sound of my shocked gasp was enough to gain his attention. His eyes focused on me, in my oversized, only half buttoned shirt, one hand stroking my rock hard nipples, the other, moving quickly south towards my hot pussy.

Our eyes locked. I watched, too terrified to move, as his face darkened, a wicked smile forming, as he gripped Janice’s waist, his eyes never leaving mine as he held her in place and thrust his full size into her. His lips twitching with the pleasure it had obviously sent through him, but his eyes stayed glued to mine. Sitting up, watching me over her slim, trembling shoulder, as he began to move her body forcefully on his hard shaft, his now almost black eyes, burning into my own.

     "That’s it Sweet Thing", he began to speak, "Show me, honey - show me what you’ve brought for Uncle Matty", he spoke to me, holding Janice in place as she tried to move.

Knowing what he wanted, I unbuttoned the rest of my oversized shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Thrilling at the deep groan he gave as his eyes moved over me, pulling Janice down harder on him.

     "Oh yeah Sweet Thing, that’s what Uncle Matty likes - Is this what you want? You want to be Uncles little whore?", his voice harsh, moving the woman kneeling above him faster, thrusting deeper. I heard her moan, and saw her back quiver, obviously she was enjoying the way he was talking, but she could have been a blowup doll for all he cared, his attention was focused solely on me.

     "Touch those titties for me; let me see you stroke those nice hard nipples".

I obeyed blindly, eyes still locked, gasping at the thrills my stoking fingers were causing.

     "God Damn you look good Sweet Thing. Now move that hand back down to your sweet pussy for me, Stroke that clitty for Matty", his voice gruff, out of breath, as he moved the surrogate pussy faster, harder on his hard cock. Again I obeyed, working my ready clit in time with his violent movements, gripping the door frame tightly as the sensations grew. Once again I was racing towards something. That, just out of reach entity. My head tipped back, eyes closing, as waves of ecstasy flowed through me, that entity still out of reach, but I had gotten closer then ever before...

Eyes flickering open again, I was greeted by Uncle Matts’ cheeky grin. I watched as he thrust, once, twice, and a third time before letting out a deep groan, crying out, head falling back, as he pumped out his own rapture within the woman still astride him, his movements changing to long slow stokes as he came back down to earth. I knew at that moment that it was time to leave. Quickly, before he could regain his senses, I turned and ran back to my own room, locking the door before falling onto my bed, confused, scared, and more aroused then I had ever been...

Oh god what have I done? How am I going to face him tomorrow?

What will I say?

What will he say?

February 5^th 2003 11:00am

OH THANK CHRIST!!!

He’s gone. Janice said that he’d received a call early this morning, and had to go away for an emergency business trip to Sydney.

I know I’m going to have to talk to him again. And shit is it going to be tense – but at least it won’t be today!

I might go to the beach this afternoon. I’m not sure that I want to be alone in the house right now with Janice either. She’s bound to sense something. Maybe it’s time for me to consider living on campus…

February 19^th 2003 8:00pm

I’m so sorry I haven’t written in so long, but the last few weeks have been busy. I know I’ve taken the cowards way out. But I think it was the best thing to do. 

I left while Matt was away, He should be back by now.  I wonder if he was angry when he found out I'd gone, or maybe relieved.

Anyway I'm now living in the Uni Dorms, and it's not bad. The occational party when I'm trying to study, but hey...My room-mates' nice, her names Vicky and she's so pretty. Shoulder length blond curly hair, and a lovely fair complextion. So far we seem to like the same kinds of music and movies, I'm sure we'll be great friends.

Ah just one problem...Her boyfriend Jake is hot!!!

NO! I promised myself that I wasn't going to have any more sexy thoughts about him.

Mmm o.k one more he he he.

To taste her sweet creamy flesh…

To feel himself clasped within her deliciously tight sheath…

Ben turned away from the window, and made his way back to the bunk-house, which he shared with the other slaves. It was crowded, and hot, and the strong smell of the combined hay and sweat was overpowering as he laying on his tiny bunk his mind drifting back to the Mistress.

She always treated him with respect, probably more then he deserved, considering his station, and over the years he had grown more and more fond of her. When he looked in her eyes, which wasn’t often, but when he did, he could see himself reflected there, not as an animal not even as a slave, but as a man.

As he lay there his mind drifted to the feel of her soft white flesh under his coarse hands and the beautiful contrast of his black skin against her white creaminess. Her long brown hair, those full pink lips….

At the thought of her lips he felt himself hardening again, his head filled with dirty little flashes of what it would be like to feel those lips wrapped around his large cock. Damn that would be fine. That hot little mouth sucking him dry, pumping his seed down her throat and watching her swallow every drop. As he fantasized his hand moved down to his now very stiff prick, gripping it tightly and taking long slow strokes, drawing out every sensation. By the way the Master ploughed her, he had the feeling that she’d never had a nice big prick thrust into her hot little mouth before – and as he stroked his cock, picking up speed with each pump, a plan formed in his very horny mind.

Eliza woke as usual at 4am, stretched her long arms and pushed back the blanket, averting her eyes from the view of her husbands’ naked body, splayed spread eagled on the bed.

She still couldn’t believe that her beloved father had given her to this rutting pig. Never once had he spared her a kind word, in fact he barely spoke to her at all, preferring to ignore her altogether. In the early months she’d tried desperately to earn his attention, hoping for at least a home of joint affection, possibly to blossom into love one day. But it wasn’t to be. He was constantly insulting, sarcastic, or simply indifferent to her, well except in the marriage bed of course. Oh yes he was very aware of her there. Not a night had gone when he hadn’t pounded out his own pleasure within her tight womanhood taking his intense rapture from her body, and caring nothing for her needs.

Sighing resolute, this was her place now, her life. But she had to admit, ever since that night he’d forced Ben to lay with her, she’d felt even more let down. Eliza wanted more, more from her life, more from her husband, more from lovemaking.

Down in the Kitchen, she worked busily, glad of a distraction, kneading the dough that would be todays’ bread. Suddenly the back door banged open and she felt her body stiffen as it always did now in response to Ben bringing in the firewood each morning.

“Morning Mam” he said gruffly as he lumbered by.

“Morning B – Ben”, she stuttered, every particle of her being aware of each sound he made, his footsteps, the sound of him dropping the wood into the pile, that soft song he sang under his breath. They all served to send her into a shambles of tingles and shivers as her down low place dampened and tightened with the need to have him within her again.

She suddenly realized that all the sounds had stopped, all but the sound of his harsh breathing close behind her. She stopped kneading, but didn’t turn.

“W – Was there something you wanted Ben?” she asked her voice barely audible, her body trembling like a fallen leaf, heart beat so loud, she was sure he could hear.

“Yes mam” he answered.

She felt him move closer, gasping when he gripped her slim hips, pressing his hardness against the back of her dress.

“B – Ben you overstep your bounds”, she spoke, trying to sound authoritive, “Please leave”

“Oh you don’t want me to do that – Eliza”

The sound of her name on his lips was almost too much. She felt her eyes close, overwhelmed by need. The need to turn to him, the need to touch him, to taste him, and that smell of freshly cut wood mixed with his sweat drove her to the edge of wanting.

He gripped her hips pulling her rhythmically against his hardness, his breathing becoming more strained. Pulling her long brown hair to the side, he gently kissed and nipped the junction of her neck and shoulder, eliciting a musical moan from between her slightly parted lips.

“Be mine Eliza” he spoke again, his voice so low, barely whispered in her ear, “Let me teach you things, let me take you to the places you want to go, let me give you what your pig of a husband can not”

“Ben Please” she pleaded, “Please stop, we can’t – I can’t”

“Yes you can” he growled, “You want me – you want to be my woman – And you won’t stop me, because you know that deep down you want to be my whore”

She gasped at his crude language, but it only served to heighten her excitement. It was true, she wanted to be his, desperately yearned to turn around and let him to do as he willed. But the Lady in her would not allow it. Her upbringing had been too strict, and she had been taught too well, but, oh god what he was doing with his hands felt so good.

“Stop thinking Eliza, let me teach you how to reach the stars, let me show you what you’ve been missing”

Before she could stop herself, she’d spun around in his arms. Her lips captured by his, taking her breath, and giving her new life. She felt herself lighten as she just let go, feeling as though she were floating, free. She couldn’t explain the uninhibited joy she felt in his arms, his mouth moving passionately over hers, his tongue gently prying open her soft lips, before delving in to explore her hot depths.

Too easily he lifted her off the floor, carrying her effortlessly and perching her on the edge of the table. His mouth and probing tongue never leaving hers, moaning as she began a rhythmic sucking, oh yes she was definitely catching on. At length he pulled back, his eyes nearly black with lust as he looked deeply into her glittering blue pools. He pushed her gently, so she was lying back on the table, and his eyes never leaving hers, he pulled up her skirts and removed her traditional underwear.

He dropped to his knees before her, parting her smooth white thighs to reveal her swollen womanhood to his greedy eyes, Breathed in her perfect scent.

“Damn you smell good”, he spoke, “and I bet you taste just as good as you smell”

“No!” she gasped sitting up suddenly, “You mustn’t”

Gently he pushed her back down.

“Trust me Eliza, let this be your first lesson”, he spoke, and before she could argue further, he gripped her upper thighs and held her still to his firm, wet tongue. Running it up the centre of her wet pussy and gripping her tighter as she convulsed, back arching, a shocked and rapturous cry escaping her lips. He was right, she tasted of the sweetest honey and fresh whipped cream, though he’d never been allowed to taste this things, this was how he imagined they’d be like. He knew he would never tire of those beautiful moans and cries he was pulling from her with each firm lick, stopping now to curl and quickly circling his tongue around her singing clit. He knew she was close, and soon she would be all his. Holding her body still to his onslaught, was no small feat, even with his tremendous strength, she still managed to writher and buck under his generous mouth, drawing another shocked cry from her as he drove his tongue into her tight hole, moving in quick and firm circles, bringing her every close to her much sort after reward. He knew that once he had her on the brink his plan would come into play and as her back arched just a little further, her mouth opening wider to gasp in more air, he knew it’s wouldn’t be long.

“Ben – Ben I – oh I”, her head strained back, lifting her neck and shoulders off the table, so close, she was so close. Then his mouth was suddenly gone and wave after wave of frustration flowed through her, so much she feared she would die, right this minute if he didn’t continue. “Oh please, Ben please – please don’t stop – AHH”, a little cry ensued as he stood, opened his dirty sackcloth pants, and pressed his now very hard prick against her wanton opening.

“What do you want Eliza? Is it this?” he pushed just a little, sinking a bare inch of his long thick shaft within her and smiling wickedly at her rapturous moan. Gritting his teeth in frustration as he withdrew, desperately trying to keep his head, to control his ever strengthening need to drive his full shaft into her tight little cunt. But he had to wait, thinking over and over, stick to the plan, it will all be worth it, just keep your horny head together for a little longer.

He dipped the tip of his throbbing cock inside, before withdrawing again, he was setting up a very stimulating rhythm, just teasing her, giving her the tiniest of tastes of what was to come, dipping inside and gritting his teeth to stop himself from plunging the depths, then pulling back, freeing himself from her tight passage.

Her mouth open wide, occasionally forming little Os, hips lifting to meet his shallow dippings, simultaneously loving this new form of half sex and wanting more. Slowly his hands slid up to grip her shoulders, pulling her up to sitting position so she was eye to eye with him. He looked deeply into those blue pools of lust, enjoying the site of himself reflected there.

“Now you listen to me”, he spoke his voice harsh and his breathing coming in ragged gasps, he pushed his large cock further inside, “from now on you’re Mine, do you understand? You belong to me – this tight cunt belongs to me!” he pushed in a little further, jaw clenched, “and any time I want to visit heaven you will allow me entrance” once again he began to withdraw, stopping as her hands quickly moved to grasp his tight buttocks, digging her nails into him in an effort to stop his exit.

“Please – Oh Ben please – I want – Ahh” she cried as he withdrew further.

“Swear”, he exited further, so that only the tip remained and captured within her tight pussy lips.

“Ben Please!” she almost screamed with her frustration.

“No!” he pulled fully out, the head of his now painfully throbbing black cock pressed against her opening, but he would push no further, “Not until you swear, swear to be mine, for me to take at any time. Swear or this ends right now, and I go to that pretty little house girl of yours. I happen to know for a fact that she’s very apt at riding a big cock like this, and I have no doubt that I could touch the stars inside her little cunny just as well – maybe better” This was a blatant lie, he had no interest in that silly little twit, but he knew Eliza would rise to the bait, and he was justly rewarded.

“Yes – I swear, what ever you want I swear, on my life, on my….” She was cut off as his mouth captured hers in a deep passionate kiss, sucking in her cry of pleasure/pain as he forcefully thrust his full thick length inside her. Finally giving in to the raging beast that was roaring within him, begging to be let free to ravish and plunder at its will.

Their mating was ravenous in its’ need for completion, together they set up a steady, but ever exciting rhythm of long, hard, and fast strokes both seeking their own stairway to heaven. Pulling from each other the ecstasy they sort.

Eliza wrapped her long legs around his back, her heels digging into his firm buttocks, gripping his shoulders for dear life, as he thrust again and again, bring her closer, closer, ever closer to the prize she so needed, the release she had been time and time again denied by her selfish husband. All of a sudden she was there, waves of hot, sweet honey, flowed through her entire body, starting at the place where he was stretching her beyond belief with his huge black cock. Each thrust of his manhood forcing another intense wave of burning ecstasy, all she could do was grip on to those strong broad shoulders as feel as wave after wave flooded her mind and body.

Thrilling with feminine pride as he gripped her hips tighter, bruising her delicate white flesh with those large black hands, pumping his cock ever faster, closing in on his own reward.

“Eliza! Angel Pie – only you – Oh lord” the exclamation escaping as he thrust once twice, and thrice blowing his lustful seed into her wanting cunt.

Later in the sitting room, she sat pondering the mornings’ activities. Dear god had she really sworn to be his? And what did he mean by “Any time”….?

Stay tuned for Chapter 3 – His Slave

"What are you doing here?", she snapped irritated that he had caught her crying. "I thought you’d gone to work" she quickly wiped her eyes.

"I umm - I heard that your father - umm, couldn’t make it", He sat down next to her on the bed, placing a comforting hand on hers. "There was no way I could work knowing you were all alone on your birthday"
She snuck him a sidewoods glance still a little peeved at being caught crying.

"Mom didn’t seem to have a problem with it"

"Yeah well ..." He sighed, desperately wanting to call Joyce and order her back here "This is a busy time for her. You know her priorities go out the window when she’s stressed."
Alex smiled, Shane never spoke down to her, he was always straight out. Something she had noticed, that he didn’t always do with her mother.

"You really ditched work for me?" She asked, feeling a little better. He always seemed to have that effect on her.

"You bet little bit", affectionately stroking a stray blond lock of hair behind her ear.

The conversation flowed easily between them as they drove down to the supermarket. Shane had suggested loading up with ice-cream and renting a video. To which Alex had wholeheartedly agreed. She placed two cigarettes to her lips, lighting both and passing one to her stepfather. A habit they had fallen into soon after he’d started, officially, dating her mother.

Shane had been driving when he started feeling around his coat, frustrated at not finding what he wanted he’d taken his eyes of the road to take a closer look. Noticing this, Alex, alarmed, had screeched at him to watch what he was doing as he sped through a stop sign.

"Here", she’d said, guessing what he had been looking for, and pulled a packet of Holidays out of her bag, lighting two and passing one to him.
He’d taken it lifting one eyebrow,

"Your mother know you smoke?"

"Does she know that your not even attempting to quit - Like she asked you to", she returned.

"It seems we have reached an impasse. Can you keep a secret from her?"

"Are you kidding? I’m a 16 year old girl. Keeping stuff from mom is what I do best"
They’d smiled fondly at each other in agreement and the bond had been forged.

Shane winked affectionately at her as he took the cigarette, admiring her blond shoulder length hair as it swayed to the cars movements. He had been impressed by the pretty young teenager when he had first met her about a year and a half ago, but over the last year she had really blossomed. She’d become a beautiful young woman, and she was only going to become more so as she matured. Oh yeah she was going to make some man very happy one day. Strangely he found that he didn’t like that idea much. He shook his head running a hand through his short cropped hair. Was he getting possessive of her? Not that it was that surprising, he had been living with her for a year now, and he was married to her mother. There’s nothing wrong with a stepfather becoming possessive of his stepdaughter!, he thought to himself.

They arrived at the video store, having agreed to pick a video first so that the ice-cream wouldn’t melt while they were looking around. But as fate would have it, they took nearly no time to choose. Both immediately agreed on one of their joint favorites.
The young man at the counter, name tag said "Greg", grinned as they approached. His eyes glued to Alex, running over her body, taking every detail.

"Err...Greg you’ll wanna pull your eyes back before you loose them." Shane spoke tersely.
The boy smiled sheepishly at them both.

"Sorry Ripper, we don’t get many pretty ladies in here during the day."
Alex smiled blushing at the complement. The boy seemed to be not much older then herself, and she had to admit he was kind of cute, and did he just call her stepfather ripper?.

Both grinning proudly as they lugged the ice cream they’d brought into the house they set up a couple of bowls and began scooping large balls of the cold dessert.
Looking slyly at him she had to ask.

"Did that guy call you Ripper?"

"What’s that pet" he looked up, moving his attention away from the chocolate and cherry mountain he was creating.

"Ripper...That guy umm, Greg, called you Ripper"

"oh yeah, I know his father. Ripper was kind of a nick name. But your mom hated it, so I dropped it. Almost all my friends used to call me that, so much that it kind of became my name. It was a little weird being called Shane again"

"Ripper" She said the name slowly letting it roll of her tongue, "I like it", She said licking a stray drop of ice cream from her finger. "Would you mind If I called you Ripper?"
He looked up surprised and touched that she wanted to address him as his other friends did.

"Sure thing but not in front of Joyce OK, she really hates it".
She drew closed an imaginary zipper across her lips, deftly locking it and throwing the key over her shoulder. Shane couldn’t help but laugh. She could be so cute.

Alex carried their bowls into the lounge while Shane set up the video, and for the next hour and forty minutes they sat transfixed before a shared favourite film.

Mel Gibson sat at the table with his two children and brother frustrated at his inability to protect his family. "Well if your not going to eat, I’ll try some of everything!" jerkily scooping food from each of the plates. Shoveling it into his mouth, tears running down his face.

Alex felt her lip tremble as she watches the boy, playing Mels’ son, run to his side. She tears on her cheek as Mel sobs and takes his son into his arms. Suddenly her attention is disturbed as she hears a muffled sniff from beside her. Looking over she sees that Shane has tears in his eyes as well. Sharing a watery smile, Shane wound his arm around her.

Later they were cleaning up the mess they had made in the kitchen, he was washing up, she was drying, and occasionally flicking him with the towel.
Shane pulled the plug, running the water to wash away the extra suds and turned to help Alex only to find that she had finished as well.

"Thanks", she spoke, smiling up at him, "you know, for today, I had a good time."

"Me too pet" He grinned back an expression of curiosity crossing his hansom features as she suddenly looked nervous, biting her lip.

"You know I really like this - us I mean. You never tried to play daddy with me. You just treat me like a person"

"How else would I treat you?" he smiled jokingly, "but I know what you mean, I like this too" The smiled into each others eyes enjoying the moment.

Before he realised what he was doing, Shanes’ mouth lowered and covered hers. His strong hands gripping her slim arms as he deepened the kiss inflamed by her response as she moaned, grabbing his loose white shirt and pulling him harder against her. He allowed his tongue to explore her soft mouth, feeling all the blood in his body rushing to one area as she expertly curled her tongue around his, sucking periodically.

There was no time for shock, as she watched his mouth lower to hers. She had always liked him but until this moment she had never thought of him as more then her mothers’ husband and her friend. But that all changed the second his lips touched hers. The heat from his body scorched her, blazing a fiery trail from her lips down into her soft centre.
She felt his hardness pushed roughly against her abdomen, her own softness has beginning to soak her panties. She ran her hands over his hard stomach delighted by the feeling of his muscles tightening and rippling beneath her hands.

Buttons flew all over as Alex ripped open his loose white shirt, revealing Shanes’ hard muscular chest. Moaning rapturously as his mouth captured hers again. The hard muscles of his stomach and chest tightened as she ran her hands over him, delighted at his strong reactions to her touch. This was for her, all for her. His body was responding to her, hardening, rising for her.

Suddenly his lips left hers to move down her face, down her neck, over her shoulders, gently nipping the junction of her neck and shoulder. Sending thrills through her.

“Bloody-hell Alex. You feel so good - Taste so good”, Just to demonstrate his point, he nipped her again. His hands sliding down her soft body to grip her firm butt. Pulling her hard against his already hard passion.
She moaned as he rubbed himself against her, pulling her harder against him.

“Shane”, was the only word she could utter, her heart beating so hard, she couldn’t seem to get enough air.

“God sweets, I want you - all of you - NOW. Oh god please now.”
Gripping her arms firmly he pushed her hard against the wall.

Her head swam as he assaulted her with his wicked mouth, Shocked by her response to him. Heat blazing through her body as his hands were suddenly under her thigh length skirt. Her head tipped back, nails digging into Shanes’ muscular arms, she moaned and squealed as he pleasured her with his strong hands. Then he was moving down her soft body, his hot mouth tasting every inch as he made his way down to where she wanted him. Now on his knees before her, he lifted one of her long smooth legs and placing it over his shoulder, giving him easy access to her waiting pussy. Her arms above her head, she desperately searched for something to grip onto as he caressed her with his rough tongue. A deep womanly moan of delight escaped her full lips as he pushed his long tongue inside her.

His mouth moved back up her body, stopping to curl his tongue around one of her hardened nipples, before continuing it’s hot trail up her neck to her ear.

“You know”, he spoke into her ear, “I don’t think you’ve ever called me Daddy - don’t you think it’s time that you started?”.
Alex gasped at the thrill his words brought to her body. She knew she should have been shocked, even a little offended, but it seemed to have only aroused her more. Bringing another deep moan to her lips as she nodded.

Gripping her firm butt Shane lifted her with ease. Alex obediently wrapped her slim thighs around his waist. Her mouth never leaving his, she reached down and opened his tight black jeans, gasping delightedly as she felt his large cock spring into her hands, smiling at his moan of relief at being freed.

He was whispering to her again between kisses and nips.
“Alex, oh baby girl please I can’t wait any more. Let me - Please - Tell me - god this is going to be so good - Please Alex - Please honey - Tell me you want this to - want me to ...”

Before he could say any more she lifted herself just enough, positioning herself for his entry, then slowly lowered herself onto him. Her breath catching as she felt him fill her completely. Stretching her more then she thought possible. She opened her eyes to see him looking back at her. The passion and joy she was feeling at having this huge, wonderful, gorgeous man filling her, mirrored on his hansom face.

Slowly she raised herself till only the tip of him remained then lowered herself again, periodically tightening her muscles, enjoying the little flashes of pleasure the tightening sent through her. Rejoicing in the gasps he gave at each contraction of her inner muscles, looking deeply into his pleasure filled eyes as they enjoyed this shared sacred ritual together.

“My delicious little daughter”, he grinned up at her, gripping her hips firmly. He pulled back and thrust into her with all the power he possessed, sending a jolt of pleasure and excitement through her. This was what she wanted. She wanted this strong animal of a man ravishing her soft body. A squeal of delight leaving her lips as he rampaged her with a barrage of hard and fast thrusts each seeming to go deeper then the last. All the while she moaned the words into his ear.
“Daddy! Oh daddy! That’s what I want. I’ve been a bad girl daddy, punish me with your cock. Fuck me daddy, fuck me like the whore daughter I am...”

Words halted, head flying back, as his hard cock was suddenly ramming harder, deeper, faster. The sounds he was making driving her insane. Growling like some kind of wild dog, moaning. The knowledge that it was her body, her words that were bringing him to this, took her over the edge. The heat in her pussy tightened, tightened before she was overcome with the most intense torrents of release.
“Daddy!”, the single word escaping in her ecstatic scream.

They were brought back to earth by the sound of the front door closing.

“Shit! That’s mom!”, Alex looked at Shane, fear filling her eyes, but he was already stepping back and steadying her on her feet.

“I hope this doesn’t sound too fatherly, but go to your room”, he spoke quietly pushing her towards the hallway and in the opposite direction of her mother. Alex smiled wickedly, trying hard to hold back the giggle rising in her throat.

“Yes – Daddy”

Something inside her melted as she watched a wide smile spread across his hansom face, heart breaking a little at the knowledge that it wasn’t for her.

In fact he never smiled at her, never even looked at her…

He clapped his son, Michael on the back, his son smiling, laughing and saying something inaudible, pointing towards the house.

He had come to see her.

“Hey sweet thing”, Michael spoke, grinning even wider as he pulled two tickets out of his pocket, “You and me - the Bribie Island Hotel. - The Sharp - tonight”

Maria laughed, delighted by his enthusiasm and agreed. They had been dating for about six weeks now, and she liked him a lot.

“You’ve got 3 hours sweet-thing, not that you need it”.

Smiling into his, almost black, eyes, she allowed him to thread his arms around her waist, pulling her to him, crushing her lips with his own. Like his father, he was tall and broad, strong, but there was something missing. That feeling she got from looking at Antony, just wasn’t there with Michael. But he was nice, and he made her feel special, so she continued to see him, ignoring the sparks of guilt.

*****

Stepping out of the shower she became aware of the knocking at the front door. Maria quickly donned one of her fathers’ oversized shirts, before going to see who was there.

“Oh my god! What happened?” she squeaked shocked at the sight that greeted her. Antony nursing his injured arm, slightly pained expression across his beautiful face.

“It’s not as bad as it looks”, he spoke gruffly, “I just need a piece of bandage or something. Do you have a first-aid kit?”

“Umm, yeah”, she stood to the side, letting him in, “Just, umm, go and sit in the kitchen”. She watched him as he went, black jeans covering his long legs, chest still bare, the smell of sweat and aftershave assaulting her in the crudest ways. It was all she could do to pull herself away from the view, and get the bandages.

Grabbing the box from the cupboard, she ran back to the kitchen. As she layed out the supplies, and sat on the edge of the table, she noticed his dark eyes moving down her body, her face pinkening as she remembered how little she was wearing. The oversized white shirt barely reached mid-thigh.

“I umm, just got out of the shower”, she stuttered.

“Yeah”, he cleared his throat, “So! You and Mickey going out tonight”, he changed the subject, adding a little too much brightness to his voice.

“uh-hu”, she nodded, pretending to concentrate on the job, while inside she screamed, begging, longing for his touch. She wrapped the bandage round his arm a final time, “There! All done - Want a lolly-pop?” throwing him a crooked smile, and trying to keep her voice light as she applied the last clip.

She trembled with delight as she watched him grin and chuckle.

Heart melting, he was smiling at her!

Laughing at her joke!

Toes curling…

Hands forming fists with the effort of not grabbing those muscular arms and lapping up that thin trickle of sweat running down his neck. God she wanted it, wanted him so much.

She could almost taste it.

Lifting his arm, he inspected the newly applied bandage, nodding his approval, as he stood. From her position on the edge of the table she allowed her eyes to wander slowly up his broad structure. So close, she could easily reach out and touch him. Her tongue moistening her lips, mind wondering what it would be like to run her hot tongue from the top of his pants, up the center of his muscular stomach, chest, nip his neck.....

She felt his fingers under her chin, lifting her face. His eyes much darker then usual, jaw clenched as he looked at her. Gently he stroked his hand over her soft face, fingers caressing her full lips, moving to touch her still wet hair that was hanging in loose ringlets around her shoulders.

“You shouldn’t look at me that way honey”

“I – I’m…” but the way his breathing sped up, his tightened jaw, the wondrous feeling of his large hand caressing her face was diving her wild with need. Before she was even aware of what she was doing, she clasped his hand and turned her face so that her soft lips were now in contact with his hot flesh. She flicked out her tongue tasting his salty goodness. Oh god he tasted as good as he looked.

“Maria”, he spoke, his voice shaking but stern. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and never leaving his as she took his thumb into her mouth, damn he tasted good, and curling her tongue around it, sucking it deep.

“Holy Shit”, he gasped as he looked down at her, his breaths coming in loud gasps as he watched her full lips wrapped tightly around his thumb, feeling the soft heat of her mouth and her encircling tongue.

She wriggled across the table till her legs were on either side of his muscular hips. He tried to pull his hand back, but she held on tight.

“Stop this”, his voice gruff, “You don’t understand what you’re doing”

“Yes I do”, Maria returned, her voice soft, husky, as she threaded her fingers through the loops of his pants, pulling him towards her. A musical moan escaping her shapely lips at the feeling of his rough pants pressing hard against her exposed mound.

“Estimado Dios”, The Spanish words were out before he could stop them. What the hell was he doing! He had to leave right now, or he was going to do something that he’d never regret, but that would be very very wrong.

But it was too late, even while he was thinking that he must leave, his hands were reaching for her, sliding up under that oversized shirt to grip her slim hips, pulling her against him. His mouth lowered, taking the place of his hand, tongue gently probing the hot depths.

God she felt good, so soft, so supple, his hands slid up her waist, thrilling in the smoothness of her perfect 18 year old body. Still higher his hands slid higher up over her ribs till he just skimmed the underside of her young firm breasts.

“Damn you taste good”, the words were barely audible as he slid his mouth across her soft face to kiss and nip the junction between her neck and shoulders. Soft; so soft, so smooth like perfect white satin under his large dark hands. Slowly, he ran his hands up her arms caressing each sensitive nerve, linking his long fingers with hers’, lifting her long arms above her head, holding them high, as he assaulted her neck, shoulders, cheek and mouth with hot passionate kisses and nips, before pushing her back so she lay flat on the table for his greedy eyes to admire, joying in the way she responded to him.

God how long had he wanted to do this with her, it seemed like forever. As he gazed down at the beautiful young women layed out to his pleasure, he allowed his mind to drift back – back to the first time he’d seen her. She’d been 15 then and his son had had the biggest crush on her, and not surprising either. He remembered Mickey pointing her out at his 16^th birthday party. Her back had been to them, a pair of blue, very high cut-off jeans clung to her tight little ass, long tanned legs stretching down to a pair of colourful sandals, and those firm little breasts held by a deep-red bikini top. His mouth had gone dry and his cock pressed painfully against his own black jeans. God she’d been so fucking hot, and over the next two years she’d just gotten better. But she was way out of his league, and way too young – shit she still was.

He sent a silent guilty apology to his son, as he slowly undid the buttons on her oversized shirt exposing her white creamy breasts, flat stomach and the tuft of jet black hair covering her tiny mound. Her back arched lifting her firm breasts higher, a uniquely feminine moan issuing from between her full red lips. God she looked damn good, and she smelt of fresh water and that floral soap she always used. How he loved that smell, how often had he come home at night, after she and his son had been hanging out in his lounge, and just stood smelling her sweet smell, jealously wondering what she and his son had been doing.

He dipped his head tasting, and gently biting soft white flesh of her waist, hips, across her flat abdomen. Then moving his hungry mouth up the inside of her silky thigh, continuing a hot wet trail up the underside of her impossibly long leg, flicking out his hard tongue to caress the sensitive nerve behind her knee, and moving up over her firm calf muscle, again stopping to caress another sensitive nerve in her ankle. All the time her soft mews and cries, reminding him of the sweetest of sweet kittens and he was determined to make her purr.

Suddenly she sat up; he looked deep into her innocent blue eyes terrified that she was going to tell him to stop. But she didn’t, instead she pulled him against her, capturing his lips in a deep passionate kiss, flicking her tongue into his mouth, her hands sliding down his chest to his pants, deftly undoing the button and zip, freeing his large painfully hard member. He had to pull back, gasping for breath as her soft hand encircled his stiff prick, gripping tightly, whispering into his ear,

“Antony – I want…”

She didn’t have to ask twice, he was way ahead of her. His lips capturing hers in a deep kiss as he pulled her to him, bending his knees a little in order to better position himself.

“Ahh”, she cried out softly as he pressed his incredibly hard Cock against her extra tight, untouched opening.

Oh dear GOD, his mind reeled at the terrifying and yet very stimulating fact that she was still a virgin. “Honey…?” his kissed is way across her soft face to whisper in her ear, pulling back a little “baby is this going to be your first time?”, his mouth moved down her neck and gently nipped the junction of her neck and shoulder. He felt her nod. It was such a small action, yet it sent the most exciting shivers through him. He would be her first! He would be the first man to ever reach heaven inside this perfect teenage body.

“Well”, he once again kissed his way across her cheek, upwards till he found her ear, “This is the wrong place – A lady as sweet as you should never loose her virginity on a kitchen table, we’ll save that for later”, suddenly she was lifted in his arms, one under her knees and the other around her shoulders.

She Giggled, delighted, “Oh how Gone with the Wind of you”, she couldn’t help remarking, her delight growing stronger as she heard his deep chuckle.

Her heart raced, she felt like all her dreams and fantasies had just come true all at once, and in a way they had. She had had a crush on Antony for so long and now here she was…in his arms, and he wanted her! REALLY wanted her, so much that he was carrying her into her parents’ bedroom to make love to her. He could have taken what he wanted right there on the table, but he wanted to be with her, intimately, passionately. And her heart flipped at that knowledge, tears springing to her eyes, biting the corner of her lip as she looked over his hansom face.

Gently he layed her down on her parents large king sized bed, taking a moment to look down at her beautiful stretched out form. She layed back, hands above her head, long brown hair fanning around her lovely young face, the oversized white button-up shirt, barely covering her spectacular pert breasts, her neatly trimmed pussy totally exposed, one long silky leg bent just a little.

His painful erection poked out, huge and proud from the front of his black jeans, his plan to take her slowly, allowing her to undress him, and gently showing her the world of lovemaking, flew out the window as he looked down at the delectable treat that lay in wait on the bed. All thought was gone as he dropped to his knees onto the bed, covering her soft form, forcing her creamy thighs apart. His mouth covering hers, tongue plunging deep inside her hot mouth, as he pushed his large erection against her tight virgin slit. He was still almost totally dressed only the necessary parts free, as he pushed hard against her, red hot pleasure flowing through him as he forced his erection into her tight hole, muffling her soft cry with his strong mouth, taking her pain into himself as he forced his cock ever deeper.

He’d wanted to take it slow, but even as his mind screamed for him to stop and take it slow for her, his body was reveling in the most intense pleasure, forcing itself ever deeper – deeper…

“So tight!” the exclamation was pulled from him as he slowly drew back before plunging within her tightness again. He felt her lack of response, but he was past stopping. Whispering in her ear, kissing her sweet face, as he delivered three long fast strokes before tensing, rapturous heat spreading from where he was tightly gripped inside her till now untouched pussy, his hot seed shooting into her with each pleasurable shudder…

“I’m so sorry querida”, he whispered, still out of breath, “I wanted to make it good for you”, he held himself inside her, his soft shaft still gripped within her, even though he was finished, being there just felt so good. He was quite happy to stay as long as she’d allow. “You’re just sooo sweet, my perfect amante”.

Lifting himself onto his elbows he looked down at her lovely face, gently wiping the stray tear that escaped her confused eyes.

“I swear this can be wonderful for you, I’ll show you”, his mouth moved over hers again, his cock hardening again as he felt her inner muscles tightening in response to him, her back arching a little. Oh god, it was happening again, he felt the need to grip her soft hips and plough her delicious body till he found heaven again. But this time he was ready for the effect her body had on him and he gently withdrew, his mouth moving slowly down her neck, reveling in the sweet taste of her silky flesh.

Maria moaned softly as Antonys’ mouth blazed a fiery trail down her neck…over her shoulder...to her firm breasts his lips clamping over one hardened nipple, sucking with his mouth as his tongue caressed her. She’d been shocked by his almost violent reaction to her, but at the same time it had excited her to no end. She’d done that to him, her body had made him loose control! She’d felt him shudder and heard his moans of intense pleasure. And now he wanted more, more of her, more of this, and he wanted to share what he felt. She’d never been as in love with him as she was right now. Her heart hurt as it swelled with the emotions she felt for this man, even as her body sang.

His mouth moved further down her body, over her flat stomach and down her abdomen, getting closer…closer. She knew what he wanted to do for her, and she couldn’t help the occasional excited giggle as he drew close. For a long time she’d wondered what this would feel like and now the man she’d been fantasizing of was about to oblige. The all of a sudden he was there, and she was in heaven. His hot mouth closed over her wanting mound, his tongue moving in for one quick long flick, cheered on by her mewing cries, and arching back. Slowly he circled his tongue around the tight area he had earlier plundered with his manhood, both soothing and pleasuring.

“Antony – Antony – Antony….” She chanted softly over and over as his tongue worked expertly at her tingling pussy. Each stroke, each caress bringing her higher, higher, “Ooo!” she cried eyes opening wide, as a most pleasurable ball burst within her, sending wave after wave of blazing hot ecstasy through her, each wave more rapturous then the next, and still his tongue stroked on, bringing her to peak after peak….

Suddenly he stretched up her body, capturing her trembling mouth as he pushed his painfully hard cock into her still orgasming pussy, shuddering with his own intense release as he felt her tight muscles gripping and rippling around his twitching manhood.

They lay there for the longest time, neither wanting to close there eyes, afraid to sleep and miss even a moment of this bliss of being together, not speaking just….

Suddenly a loud knock on the door signaled just how much time had passed. Michael had arrived for their date!!