4 comments/ 60698 views/ 22 favorites Temptress Ch. 01 By: sophiewilliams "Bless me Father for I have sinned. In the name of the Father, and of the son, and of the Holy Spirit, my last confession was six months ago." "Go ahead, child. What grievous sin have you committed since your last confession?" I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to gain my composure before I confessed. "Father, I keep having these sinful thoughts about a man, I know it's wrong but I cannot stop these feelings. I keep thinking of ways to attract his attention. I have also started smoking cigarettes." I closed my eyes and winced on the other side of the screened window, waiting for Father McGowan's response. "And just who is this man?" "He is my Math teacher, Father." "Oh, child, and just what did you intend to do if you got this man's attention?" "I ... I don't know, Father." "And what of these feelings you have been having?" "Well, I get feelings, Father, feelings inside me ... I ..." "Go on, child, confess all before God." "Well, I have sexual feelings, Father." "All right, child. I understand. You have just turned eighteen years old and these are confusing and dangerous times for a young girl. You are entering into womanhood. But do not engage with this man, or any other men. There are people out there, especially men with authority who will only take advantage of your innocence. You must wait until you are married. Do you understand?" "Yes, Father." "As for smoking, it is only sinful if you abuse it. The virtue of temperance disposes us to avoid every kind of excess, the abuse of food, alcohol, tobacco or medicine. Do you understand, child?" "Yes, Father." "However, I suggest you stop smoking as it will only become addictive and damage your health." "Yes, Father." "For your penance I shall speak to your parents and tell them you are to help out around the church after school for two evenings a week and every Mass for an entire month. Now let me hear your Act of Contrition." "O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you and I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell, but most of all because I have offended you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace, to confess my sins, to do penance and to amend my life. Amen." "God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Give thanks to the Lord for he is good." "For his mercy endures forever." "Amen." "Amen." I left the church feeling a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I went straight home and waited for Father McGowan to phone my parents. When I arrived at the house my mother opened the front door with a non to happy expression on her face. "I don't know what you have confessed to Father McGowan, young lady but you will serve your penance, your father and I will make sure of it." "Yes, mum." I said trudging up the steps and into the house. The next morning my mother decided that I had better start my penance right away. She insisted that I go straight from school that very evening and told me she would be informing Father McGowan. I arrived at the church about thirty minutes after school had finished and I was greeted by Mrs Thomas, who was a real volunteer helping Father McGowan. She welcomed me inside telling me how delighted she was that I had volunteered to come and help out. I assumed Father McGowan had lied to protect me, but then hadn't he sinned in doing that? No, that couldn't be possible, Mrs Thomas must have her wires crossed I told myself. After about an hour of cleaning Father McGowan's rectory, Mrs Thomas came to check on me, explaining that she had to leave a little earlier than planned and that Father McGowan would be along shortly to see me. I told her it was no problem and went into the kitchen to do some more cleaning. A short while later Father McGowan entered the kitchen. I was finishing off cleaning the dishes when he came up behind me. "Ah, Sophie, I see you're keen to start your penance." He said, stinking of alcohol. "Um ... yes, Father." I replied turning around but stepping away from his bad breath. "Are you ok, Sophie?" He asked concern on his face as I eagerly stepped aside. "Yes, Father." "Very well, come and sit with me for a few minutes, I'd like to have a chat with you." He said, pointing towards the lounge. I sat down on the large chocolate brown sofa and was a little shocked when Father McGowan came and sat right next to me. He draped his arm on the back of the sofa behind me. "You look nervous. Are you ok?" He asked, moving his arm down over my shoulders. I stiffened at his touch. "Yes, Father, I'm ok." I lied. "I'm so happy you had the courage to come and confess your sins the other day, Sophie." He said smiling warmly at me. "It's what I'm supposed to do, Father." I told him. "Yes it is, but at eighteen years of age not many girls stick to their Catholic beliefs I'm sad to say. But you, Sophie," he went on, moving my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear, "you came to see me, and I will help you, my dear." I looked down at the floor, trying to hide the warmth in my cheeks as he touched and stroked my hair. "Do you have a boyfriend, Sophie?" He asked. I shook my head no. "I'm not really allowed to date until I've finished my exams. I said. "That's very good parenting if you ask me. You should get your education sorted first then meet a fine young man who is on the same level as yourself, a handsome Catholic man." He chuckled. "You don't want to end up dating some drop-out." He said. "And besides, these young men today can't be trusted." I laughed. "That's what my father says." "That's because he knows what he is talking about." He said, gently tracing a finger down my neck and along the collar of my school blouse. "We will both have to keep an eye on you, wont we?" "No harm in dating though, is there, Father? I mean I wouldn't do ... you know ... anything." Father McGowan smiled at my innocence. "You'll have finished school in no time, you'll be in university getting your well deserved degree and then you'll be all grown up experiencing adult life. Honestly, Sophie, there is no rush." "I suppose so." I shrugged. "Anyway, back to work, your mother will be here soon." He said, brushing his hand against my breast as he stood up and left. For the next few weeks this sort of behaviour by Father McGowan continued. At some time during the evenings whilst I was cleaning he would come and see me, Mrs Thomas had always left by this time, and he would sit me down on the large sofa. We would talk about school, my hobbies and friends, and he would always play with my hair, stroking it before running his fingers down my neck and back. After a while I learned to relax and enjoy it as it always felt nice, but it also turned me on and I felt guilty. I didn't think Father McGowan ever meant for it to arouse me. Halfway through my penance I stayed later than normal one evening to tidy up after Mrs Thomas was called away to attend to a sick friend. She gave me the keys lock up and said that if Father McGowan wasn't home by 9pm then I was to lock up, go home and call her. She explained Father McGowan was visiting an old friend and would no doubt be having a glass of wine or two. After Mrs Thomas left I went upstairs to clean the bathroom and vacuum the bedrooms. I was in Father McGowan's bedroom pushing the vacuum cleaner back and forth when I accidently knocked over a bag. Noticing some books come sliding out onto the floor I quickly dashed to pick them up. They were all books on the church and one on the Vatican, but as I was putting them back into the bag a magazine slid out of one of the books and onto the floor. I picked it up and gasped at what I saw on the front cover. The magazine was no bigger than A5 but it was thick with pages and on the front was a picture of a naked woman spreading herself in a pose. An uneasy feeling washed over me as to why a priest would have such a sinful thing in his possession. I went to put the magazine back where I found it along with the other books when curiosity got the better of me. I opened the magazine and started giggling. I knew it was a pornographic magazine and that it was forbidden. I had seen a few boys in school with magazines like this but I had never had the chance to look at one properly. I leaned over to the vacuum cleaner and switched off before walking back out onto the landing and making sure Father McGowan hadn't returned home yet. Happy I was still alone I went back into Father McGowan's bedroom and sat on his bed, opening the magazine back up. I flicked through the pages and there were scores of young naked models. The pictures started with a model in a sexy outfit before she slowly stripped off throughout the photo scene. Eventually the models were naked, playing with themselves. I'm not a lesbian but the pictures were hot and I quickly realised how hot when I felt the moisture in my panties. I turned a few more pages and found some dirty stories. I had never read anything like it before and one in particular had me lifting my skirt and sliding a hand between my legs. I read how a young girl was seduced by her school teacher and I instantly pictured myself with my Math teacher. The words were so descriptive I began to breath heavy and massage my clit. I was so turned on. "What on god's earth are you doing!!!!!!?" I heard a voice demand angrily. I looked up and saw Father McGowan standing in the doorway looking down at me furiously. I quickly jumped up from the bed dropping the magazine. "What are you doing with that magazine, Sophie?" He asked, looking straight at me. "I ... I ... I found it, Father." I stuttered trying to leave the room. "Don't lie to me," he demanded blocking the door way, "you were snooping in my room weren't you?" "Yes, Father." I replied, bowing my head, too frightened to argue with him. "You are a very bad young lady, Sophie?" He said, stepping towards me. "I'm sorry, Father, I won't do it again I promise." "You've said that before," he said, in a calmer tone, "your here to serve your penance. Do you understand, Sophie?" "Yes, Father," I started to sob, "I'm ever so sorry, really I am." "This simply won't do. I have no choice but to inform your parents that I cannot help you, god cannot help you." Tears filled my eyes as I started to panic. "No, please Father, don't tell my parents." Father McGowan stood watching me for a few moments as I continued to sob. "Come here, Sophie." He said gently, opening his arms to me. "I never meant to upset you; but it is god's way, you have to live by his rules if you truly want to go to heaven. You do want to go to heaven don't you?" I walked towards him and into his open arms. "Yes, Father, I do. "I confiscated that disgusting magazine from a boy at church, I meant to destroy it." He said. He wrapped his arms tightly around my body, hugging me, crushing our bodies together. I blocked out the smell of alcohol on his breath and hugged him back, feeling his warmth and reassurance. We hugged for a few moments before he started rubbing my back softly with his hand. It felt nice and I thought nothing of it until he started smelling my hair, nuzzling his mouth and nose against the top of my head. Scared to make him even angrier I allowed him to carry on as he rubbed his hand up my back, onto my neck before resting under my long brown hair. I held my breath, my skin tingling at his touch as I trembled slightly. I had never experienced a sensation like it and I didn't understand it at first, until I felt those sinful feelings again. Father McGowan pulled me tighter against him and began stroking my hair. "Your hair smells so nice, and it's so soft." I began to feel uneasy. His hug seemed to be changing from comforting to something else. Nobody had hugged me like this before, and nobody had ever stroked my hair and told me how nice and soft it was. Father McGowan pressed his lower body against me before he started swaying back and forth very slowly, and then I felt something hard pressing into my tummy. I tried to push away but he grabbed me closer, bending his head down and kissing my neck softly. "Oh, Sophie, you must be washed of your sins." He said calmly, tickling my neck and sending warm shivers up my spine. "Did you find the magazine arousing?" "Yes, Father, but ..." I tried to protest before he interrupted me. "You are a young temptress, Sophie; I knew it the day you confessed your evil sins. And now I find you looking at filthy magazines, with your school blouse revealing more than is appropriate. "What do you mean, Father," I pleaded, "please, you forgave me." "Look at me, Sophie." He said. I looked up at him and he eased his hold on me before he gently brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. He then traced a finger down my cheek, then my neck before finally placing his hand on my shoulder. "I can help you, Sophie." He said softly. "And I believe the Lord has brought us together so I can help you." "Yes, Father." I said, naively. His hand slid down from my shoulder and, hesitating briefly, slid it inside my school blouse and into my bra. He cupped my breast and closed his eyes, moaning quietly as he began massaging it. I felt a warm feeling inside my body, the one I get when I become aroused thinking about my Math teacher. I often imagined him doing this to me; I imagined it being different and not as nice as this. "Oh, Sophie," he moaned, "lead us not into temptation." He opened his eyes and we looked at each other for a moment, and then he lowered his head and kissed me on my lips. His tongue probed until I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue inside. At first I winced at the smell and taste, but then I felt his hand slid up my leg to my inner thigh. He was nice and tender and I liked how it felt. But I also felt confused. Wasn't this wrong? Father McGowan then led me back into his bedroom and sat me down on the end of his bed. He quickly sat down beside me and we resumed kissing. His hand returned back between my thighs, rubbing up and down. I sighed as we continued kissing and then he pulled my leg towards him, spreading my thighs apart. His hand moved up the inside of my leg, shots of adrenaline shooting up my spine and into my brain, causing all sorts of conflicting emotions, but it felt so good. I leaned my head back and sighed again as his mouth moved to my neck. His tongue licking my skin as he inhaled my scent and his hand reached my private parts. He began to rub me through my cotton panties, little circular motions with his finger tips pressed tightly together. For the first time I was experiencing a new and different sensation. How could this be wrong? I thought. Then Father McGowan stopped everything he was doing and stood up. He walked towards the bedroom door and closed it. I jumped at the sound of him turning the key and locking us inside. He stared at me for a moment. "I can help you, Sophie." He repeated, before unbuckling his trousers, his fingers shaking as he removed his belt and pulled down the zip. My eyes widened like saucers as I stared at his hard penis. "I can help you, but first we must clear you of all your sinful desires." "Yes, Father." "Take my cock in your hand," he instructed, stepping closer to the bed, fulfil your needs with me, use me to rid your soul of these desires you have. "But, Father ..." I started to say. "Don't question me, Sophie, you must be washed and purified of your sins. Or would you prefer I excommunicate you from the church?" Nervous, confused and a little excited I slowly moved my hand towards his cock. I watched it as it pulsed, throbbing as if it had a mind of its own. I had heard some of the other girls discussing different boys and their sizes, I had no idea if Father McGowan was big or not, but he looked big to me. "Are you a virgin, Sophie?" He asked, gasping and moaning as I took his cock in my hand. "Yes, Father, I am." I replied. "Oh, Sophie, now move your hand up and down." I followed his instructions feeling how soft the skin was as I moved it back and forth. He cupped the side of my face, tracing his thumb over my cheek. "Have you done this before?" He asked, dropping his hand down inside my blouse. He took turns with each breast, caressing and massaging them. He was gentle and I enjoyed the way they swelled and became sensitive in his grasp. "No, never, Father." I replied. "You like it don't you?" He said, looking down at my hand stroking him. Heat flooded into my cheeks and I knew I was blushing. "I don't know, Father." I told him, ashamed to admit that I was aroused. "Lick it, Sophie," he said, his voice suddenly shaky, "go on, lick my cock and cleanse your soul." I felt myself go warm all over, especially between my legs. My heart beat quickened with excitement at being locked in this room with Father McGowan. I leaned towards him and slid my tongue out, licking the end, not really knowing what I was doing. I slid my tongue all the way around the swollen head, moistening it with my saliva; it tasted salty, forcing me to move back. "What's wrong?" He chuckled, watching me. "It tastes weird and ..." I started to say, trying to explain the strange taste. Then I felt his hand gently stroke into my hair before he softly grabbed a handful of my brown locks and guided my head back towards his groin. "You will get used it, I promise." He encouraged, as his cock touched my lips and entered my mouth. Father McGowan let out a long slow breath as he filled my mouth with his cock for the first time. He was right; I did get used to the taste and found it not to be unpleasant. I looked up at him to see if I was doing ok and our eyes met as he too was staring down at me, smiling proudly. It made me feel good as I really wanted to make him happy. His eyes never left me, his hands stroking my hair and breasts. I did notice his breathing becoming erratic, and I knew that feeling having experienced it myself many times before whilst masturbating. Another sin I was yet to confess. "I'm close, Sophie, I'm gonna cum soon. God your mouth is so soft." He gasped. I didn't know what to say or how to respond to his words so I just kept on sucking and swirling my tongue around his cock. The salty taste in my mouth grew stronger as I felt and tasted what appeared to be little droplets of liquid on my tongue. I swallowed them down with my saliva and continued to suck. "Ohhhhhh fuck!" He cursed, suddenly withdrawing his cock from my mouth and hand. "What's wrong?" I asked, worried I had done something wrong. "Nothing, nothing is wrong," he panted, opening a wardrobe and retrieving some towels. I stood up off the bed and looked at him oddly as he walked towards the bed holding the towels. He then pulled back the covers and neatly opened up the towels, placing them on the bed sheet, making a large square shape. "Come here, Sophie, take off your shoes and get onto the bed." He said. "Make sure your lying on the towels." I removed my shoes and followed his instructions, climbing onto the bed and laying with my back flat on the towels. I began to feel nervous and started to shake slightly. "Don't be nervous, Sophie, I'm not going to hurt you, this is for your own good, you want to banish these thoughts don't you?" "Yes. Father," I nodded, but not feeling any less nervous. He climbed onto the bed naked, his penis still hard, bouncing about as he then climbed on top of me, opening my legs before finally laying between them. He began kissing me again and pressing himself into me, his hard penis pushing against my soft lips through my panties. It felt nice but I began to shake again with fear. Temptress Ch. 01 As we kissed, Father McGowan unbuttoned my school blouse and opened it. He pulled himself up off my body, kneeling back on the bed as he looked down at my chest and gasped. He stared at my bra covered breasts for a few moments before he leaned forward, tucked his hands around my back and unclasped my bra. It was my turn to gasp as he exposed my breasts for the first time. He pulled the bra off my body along with my blouse and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. I suddenly felt cold as my nipples stiffened. Father McGowan smiled as he lowered himself back on top of me, grabbing and groping my breasts, licking and sucking them before taking each nipple in turn into his mouth. He started to explore my body with his tongue, licking and kissing my breasts and body, leaving no patch of skin untouched before he reached for the zip on my school skirt and pulled it down. By the time he had reached my belly button with his tongue I was gasping and panting for air, my body trembling as he pulled my skirt completely off, taking my white cotton panties with it. I was suddenly naked for the first time in front of a man, and not just any man, but Father McGowan, the man I trusted more than any with my confessions, the man who baptised me eighteen years ago. His hands went back to my breasts and his fingers played with my nipples, teasing them as I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling. I began to moan softly at his touch as he started caressing my breasts again, this time with each of his hands firmly holding my young bust. Laying on the bed between my legs he let go of my breasts and ran his finger tips down my arms as he leaned forwards and took a nipple into his mouth, a soft innocent groan slipped from my lips. "Your skin is so soft." He murmured, before scoping a breast into his hand and sinking his mouth onto it. He sucked hard but causing me no pain before doing the same to the other one. He teased, groped, sucked and attended to every inch of my breasts as my hips moved in little circles on top of the bed. I was drifting with my eyes still closed; swaying from side to side before I felt his hand on my thigh, stroking me delicately up and down, inching closer to my opening. His mouth was still sucking on my breast, his sucking growing furiously as his fingers worked ever closer to their target. "Yes, Father," I moaned, "yes." I moaned without thinking, as my body and mind beckoned for him to continue. "Yes, Sophie, give yourself to me, give yourself to god." He moaned. He moved his hand forward and felt the dampness between my legs. I moaned again as I felt his fingers linger in my pubic hair. Both of our breathing quickened when he started feeling around between my legs, tracing his fingers gently up and down my moist lips, feeling them and spreading them open slightly. Without realising until I had done it I spread my legs wider, allowing him better access. Slow and tender he continued to run his fingers up and down my entrance, inching just the tip of a finger inside. I closed my eyes and cupped my breasts. I heard him inhale a deep breath as he went back to teasing me with his fingers. I gently began to caress myself as I felt him part the soft, wet folds between my legs. Then suddenly, I bucked my hips squeezing my breasts hard and groaning loudly as I felt something soft and slippery enter me. It could only be his tongue I thought as I felt it probing inside me before suddenly it was gone, and then it was sliding across my lips, up one side and down the other. He teased me with his tongue; in and out he went, in and out and all around my opening before slipping back inside. My hips bucked wildly, grinding into him as I continued to moan and squeeze as I received oral sex for the first time. "Oh, Father ... oh, Father... that feels so good" I said, gasping and panting. His head was between my legs, licking and sucking my pussy. I was so wet I didn't want him to stop, ever. He then moved his tongue up to my clit and slid two fingers inside me, penetrating me slowly and carefully. The pleasure seemed endless until I started to feel a fuzzy warm tingle in my toes. I had never felt that before but I liked it. My whole body started tensing, but in a good way, and the pace of my breathing increased to the point where you'd have thought I had just ran a race. I needed more oxygen but I couldn't breathe fast enough as the tingling made its way up my legs and into the rest of my body. I had never felt so alive. The build up was so intense I almost passed out as my heart thumped hard against my chest, trying to break free before finally "Uhhhhhhhh ... Ohhhhhh ... ohhh ... yes ... Yes! ... Yes! ... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" I exploded into wild spasms. In a powerful wave of blankness I actually think I may have passed out for few seconds. It felt so good I could have been floating on air. Father McGowan then positioned himself excitedly between my legs. I looked at him nervously, fear and excitement racing through my veins. He shuffled closer towards me on his knees and spread my legs. With my own knees raised and spread I lifted my head off the pillow and looked down to see him stroking his hardness inches from my opening. "You have such a lovely pussy," he said softly, staring at it, "small, tight and juicy," he added, his breathing sounding tighter, "yes I'm gonna split those lips right open with my cock, Sophie. Do you want that? Do you want me to cleanse your body of all your sins?" I watched his every move, hung on his every word and found my body responding, as a virgin I didn't understand it, but I felt like I needed him to do it. "Yes ... yes I'm ready, Father." I murmured. This was it. I was about to lose my innocence and feel a man's cock, a priests cock inside me. I gasped at the thought of what everyone would say if they knew as he moved a little closer. He pushed his hard cock at my opening but it was tight. He moaned and winced, pushing into it over and over until all of a sudden I felt a sharp tearing pain and he was inside me. It burned at first and I cried out in pain, but then as he kept pushing deeper inside me I started to feel a warm tingling sensation. He looked deep into my eyes as he started to move his hard cock slowly. I felt him pull back and my insides began to contract before he pushed forwards and they expanded again. The feeling was wonderful as he continued at a slow pace, back and forth, back and forth, expanding and contracting. Picking up the pace he started to push into me a little harder, and he seemed to go deeper into my womb. His moans grew louder as I throbbed wildly around him. Using one of his fingers he began to rub and circle my clit. That's it I thought as I began to move my hips in rhythm with his. Both of us was breathing heavy now, but I was now also fully relaxed , my body sinking into the towels on top of the bed as he picked up the pace a little more and started thrusting me with small hard jabs whilst remaining deep inside me. "Ohhh ... Sophie ... ohhh yes," He groaned loudly into my ear. "Oh yes I'm gonna cum." "Yes! Yes! Yes" I panted. "Oh yes ... oh, Father." "Ohhhhhh yes baby I'm cumming, Ohhhhhh ...... Ohhhhhh fuck!" He groaned, with his head buried between my breasts. As he started groaning I felt his body tense before he started cursing in time with the powerful throbs I felt inside me. I knew he was cumming, ejaculating his sperm and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, bucking my hips. With each powerful throb I felt from his hardness I also felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I couldn't feel his sperm exactly, but I could feel every pulse as he emptied himself inside me. "Oh yes." I gasped at the realisation that my womb was being filled with sperm. It felt amazing. It felt like hot sticky oil was being pumped inside of me. It felt all warm and tingly. Father McGowan rolled off of me and lay staring at the ceiling, his breathing so heavy I thought he might have a heart attack at any moment. "You better be going, Sophie," he said, "Your parents will be wondering what's kept you so late." "Yes, Father." I said, quickly jumping off the bed and gathering my clothes. As I dressed he watched me closely and I suddenly felt self-conscious. "You are not to speak a word of this to anyone; do you understand me, Sophie?" "Yes, Father," I said, doing up the last of the buttons on my school blouse. "Not even your best friend." He said. "Yes, Father." I replied. Before I left the room I stopped and looked at Father McGowan. I had an instinct that it shouldn't end like this but I didn't know what to say. On the side of him on the towels I noticed a red stain were I had been lying. Father McGowan followed my gaze and chuckled. "It's normal to bleed for your first time." He grinned. Several years later Father McGowan married my husband, Rhys and I at the local church. Throughout the ceremony I don't think his lustful gaze left my busty cleavage as my strapless wedding dress fought to contain my breasts. After I was married I managed to grab a quick minute alone with him. "Oh, Sophie you look beautiful," he said, staring down at my chest, "what I wouldn't give to see and feel them one last time." I stepped closer and grabbed his cock through his pants. "What you did to me all those years ago was wrong," I said through gritted teeth. "It is you who will not make it into heaven." Temptress Ch. 02 After what happened with Father McGowan I didn't return to finish my penance. In fact I stopped going to church all together. My parents were furious and I began to rebel. The tension eased slightly when Father McGowan convinced my parents to let me be. "Let her find her own way," he told them, "she will return when the time is right." I laughed when my mother told me what he had said. I was eighteen and just beginning to go wild. Breaking free of my religious beliefs made me worse and I thought I was all grown up. Hanging around with new friends I began drinking on weekends and openly smoking, the attention from the boys made me start appreciating my blossoming figure as I had curves in all the right places. My breasts were firm and round and I started wearing clothes to show off my cleavage. Despite these changes in my personality my grades remained high as I spent week nights studying, making sure I had everything completed so I could party on the weekends. I passed out of school with all the relevant grades to get into the university I had chosen and looked forward to a summer of fun. To celebrate finishing school some of my girl friends had planned on going to a rave. It was being held in a super nightclub in town by a world famous promoter (whose name is still famous so will remain anonymous). I had on a little red dress which was probably the most revealing thing I had ever worn up to that point in my life. Its low cut design showed off my cleavage and its tight fit hugged my slender figure perfectly. With the hem being so short I decided to get ready at my friends house to avoid my parents. My hair was long and flowing and I put on a little make-up which showed off my lips. My friends commented on how good I looked and I must admit to feeling very good about myself. Once we arrived in the city by train we met the boys in the city centre and headed for a couple of drinks first. The boys were amazed by my dress and were all over me buying me drinks before we all sensed the jealousy from the other girls. Thankfully it didn't spill over into any bitchiness. After a few drinks and shots we took the short walk to the club and I was excited by the size of the place. I had been to smaller nightclubs near home but this was huge, housing two thousand people, and tonight it was jammed packed with an A-List line up of dance DJs. Once inside the club the boys approached each of us girls separately. Kevin approached me making everything look natural before he passed me a small white tablet. "Get this inside you, Sophie, before anyone sees." He said closing my hand around it. "What is it?" I asked, pulling my hand to my side so it didn't look like I was holding anything. "It's a pill." He smiled. "What the hell!" I shrieked. "You'll be fine, I'll look after you. Just get it down you, were all taking them." He said no big deal. I looked at the girls and watched in amazement as they each put something into their mouths before swallowing a gulp of water. Not wanting to feel left out I copied and swallowed my first ecstasy tablet. We all carried on as normal until about thirty minutes after taking the pill. I felt my jaw start to ache and my insides felt as if they were on the start of a rollercoaster. I looked at everybody else and they were smiling, feeling the same affects no doubt. I felt a rush and my heart was suddenly beating faster than ever. It felt good and I started smiling as I felt the need to tell somebody how good I was feeling. "Here, chew this." Kevin said, putting a chewing gum in my hand. "Trust me your going to need it." The rush kept growing and growing until I thought my head was going to explode. The girls grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor where we remained for hours. Eventually I ran out of water and left the girls to go top up. Standing at the bar I suddenly felt a pair of large hands on my shoulders, massaging me slightly. Turning to see who it was, I discovered some random guy smiling his head off before he asked if he could buy me a drink. It was only a bottle of water, but being on ecstasy I think we chatted more than we ever would have had he bought me a proper drink. I was in such a happy zone, tapping my foot and shaking my bum as we chatted, that I totally forgot about my friends when he led me over to a large booth and introduced me to all of his friends. There were a group of about six or seven guys sat around a large table and they had all sorts of drinks flowing. As I spoke to some of them I could see they had clearly been using more than alcohol. Some of the guys stood up and told me to sit, being the only female I should have a seat, one of them joked. To be honest I didn't realise how much I needed it until I actually sat down and felt how much my feet were aching. I lit a cigarette and as if in a world of my own I chatted as if I knew everyone. A few rounds of shots arrived and despite Kevin's earlier advice on not mixing ecstasy with alcohol I knocked a couple of free vodkas back. Sandwiched between the guys I felt a hand on top of mine. I looked to the guy on my left whose hand it was but he continued in his deep conversation with the guy to his left. He wasn't even looking at me. As his fingertips gently caressed the top of my hand I felt another hand on my right leg, gently smoothing the top of my thigh. Everybody seemed to be in conversation with one another but I suddenly felt as though I wasn't there. It felt as if I was sunk back in the half crescent sofa seats, looking in from the outside. I tried to make conversation but I couldn't speak. I felt tired. The two hands continued stroking me and it felt nice, I enjoyed the sensual tingling it caused throughout my body as I closed my eyes unable to keep them open anymore. My body felt as if it was sinking deeper into the soft fabric and then I felt a hand on each thigh. I concentrated on the tingling sensation in my legs, enjoying the gentle softness of their touch. Then I realised my dress was slowly being pulled up to the very top of my thighs, until it couldn't go any higher. I felt fingers between my legs, touching me over my panties before my legs were pulled apart. As I sat there I forget who or what was touching me. Each touch was exciting as the sensation filtered through my body. I enjoyed the feeling as my blood flowed and warmed my insides. I felt myself getting wetter as the two hands started yanking down my panties. Within seconds I felt them hanging around my ankles where they remained. My legs were pulled apart again and I felt something heavy between my legs, like a palm of a hand rubbing against my swollen lips. I was really feeling it as it got faster and heavier, the sensation drove me wild. I felt lips on mine and I managed to kiss back before my head was turned and I felt someone different kissing me. Then a hand clamped firmly over my dress held my breast, ever so gently at first before it started massaging roughly, squeezing and groping. A second hand was quickly holding my other breast and the sensation was becoming too much. Sitting there felt as if I had two animals devouring me. I couldn't work out who was doing what as I felt hands pulling down my dress and exposing my breasts and another hand working between my legs. Every now and again I would sense some commotion before the groping resumed. Each time it felt like new hands and lips were on me, but the pleasure remained the same. My nipples were stiff and I could feel how wet I was as all different shapes and sizes of fingers were being inserted inside of me. I tried to open my eyes but then the hand between my legs started really fucking me. Sliding in and out and I began to pant and buck my hips. I was about to climax when finally my eyes opened. I was shocked when I remembered where I was. The hands immediately left my body and the boys I had been sat with quickly started moving away from the table. Ashamed and embarrassed I quickly rearranged my dress and pulled up my panties. I tried to find my friends but I was starting to feel really dehydrated and I needed to get some fresh air. I checked my phone but I had no signal so I left the club and looked for a taxi cab. Outside the club as I waited for a cab I got talking to three guys who lived in the same town as me. I didn't know them and they were slightly older. We waited for about half an hour and I was starting to get very cold. When a cab did eventually arrive, the guys offered to share a cab as we were all heading in the same direction. They seemed nice and genuine and I couldn't stand being cold any longer so I jumped in the back with two of them as the third one sat in the front with the driver. The guys were lovely and although I knew they were flirting and getting a good look at my body I felt safe with them. I was starting to feel scatty and they knew I had taken ecstasy so when they suggested I go back to theirs to freshen up before I went home I agreed. I knew my mother would probably be waiting up for me, so perhaps a coffee or two wouldn't hurt. I couldn't face stumbling in like this and risk facing her. When we finally arrived at Jakes house (the guy in the front) I felt a lot warmer having had the taxi heaters on full blast. Kieran and Andy helped me out of the back and we went inside the house. Jake quickly made me some strong coffee while I sat in the lounge with the other two. My head was starting to bang a little so I ignored the Andy's childishness when he put the porn channel on. Looking back its strange how I never felt threatened by these guys. I put myself in a very dangerous situation. Jake returned with the coffee and a glass of cold water and he sat down next to me. He laughed at Andy for putting on the porn, and told me to ignore him. I smiled as I felt reassured. We all chatted for a while before I began drifting off to sleep. Andy was laughing saying I must have had a good night. If only he knew. By now I felt like shit and just wanted my bed. Jake led me into his bedroom and told me to rest while he called me a cab. I thanked him and closed my eyes whilst I waited for the taxi to arrive. I don't know how long I had been lying down but after a while I started to feel slightly sick as I seemed to be rocking back and forth. Something felt wrong and as I struggled to open my eyes I felt a pain inside me. I felt very weak almost lifeless as my body continued to rock. Eventually I managed to open my eyes and after a few moments I could just make out what was going on around me. I lifted my head slightly and saw a hand playing with my breasts, only then did I feel the squeezing and groping. I looked to the side and saw the hand belonged to Andy and he smiled as I looked sheepishly at him. I quickly realised he was naked with his cock in his hand and was wanking. Looking around the room I saw Jake standing at the bottom of the bed. He too seemed to be rocking back and forth and his face was all screwed up with an angry expression. As I tried to work out what on earth was happening the rocking suddenly stopped and Jake started grunting and swearing. He backed away and I realised he was also naked with his cock erect. Confused I tried to speak but no words came out and I soon realised where Jake had been when Kieran stepped in between my legs and I saw his hard cock. Kieran took his place between my legs and I felt a sharp pain as my body began to rock once more. I knew I was having sex; these guys were taking turns in fucking me. It strangely felt good as I slowly woke up and tried to get a grip of myself. Andy's hands suddenly disappeared from my breasts only to be replaced by Kieran's as he grabbed hold of them and used them to pull my body down onto his cock. I could feel him really deep inside me before Andy stood up and shot cum all over my chest. It erupted like a fountain spraying sticky white stuff all over my breasts and it made my skin tingle as it burned slightly. The pain between my legs had now gone, replaced instead by a warm, prickly feeling that felt good and very, very wet. Finally the rocking stopped again and I watched Kieran this time as he grunted and squeezed my breasts hard. When he backed away I saw his cock was hard with something long and sticky dangling from the end. I felt another sensation, one that reminded me of my time with Father McGowan. I felt something oozing out of me and I knew it was sperm. I knew Jake and Kieran had ejaculated inside me. The guys left the room and I fell back to sleep. Sometime later I woke again and I knew straight away what was happening. I managed to get up onto my elbows and find Andy holding my legs up in the air while he bucked into me. I felt sore and very wet before he grunted and fired his sperm inside me. When I woke in the morning I was alone under the bed covers. Silently I climbed out of bed and got dressed. I checked my phone and saw lots of missed calls and texts from my friends. I felt terrible as the nights memories came flooding back. But I didn't have time to dwell on it, I had to get home. Temptress Ch. 03 I didn't tell anyone about what happened to me that night. I felt ashamed and violated, but somewhere inside of me I also felt turned on by it. A couple of weeks later I went to Spain with my friend Sally. The holiday had been planned ten months previous, before after everything that had happened to me I was thinking about pulling out. I hadn't really been hanging around with Sally since I met my new group of friends, she hated the fact I was smoking and dressing differently. She even accused me of trying to be "cool" to impress my new friends. After my experience with ecstasy I decided I had been an idiot. I was losing my good, sensible friends and swapping them for party going ones who used drugs, and I was hurting my parents. In the end I decided to go with Sally and her parents to Spain, and when I got back I promised to have a chat with my own parents and apologise for my behaviour over the past few months and try to change my ways before it was too late. The resort was lovely, a short walk to the beach and nearby cafes, restaurants and bars. Our hotel room was spacious with a walk in shower and separate bath. We had a sea view balcony and thankfully Sally's parents were on the other side of the hotel with a pool view balcony. Having arrived mid-morning, Sally dragged us all down to the pool but I was more interested in sunbathing. It was the same most days to be honest. Each morning we would meet for breakfast and then go to the pool, each afternoon we would go to the beach or visit the local shops. On the second week things started to change. I had noticed Sally's dad looking at me ever since we had arrived, especially when I was around the pool. He would peek over his book or newspaper, watching me as I got in and out of the water. I knew he was also watching me through his dark glasses when I applied fresh lotion to my body. Sally and her mother didn't seem to notice so I began to make excuses to get away, saying I left something in the room or that I needed a cigarette. That always seemed to work as none of them smoked. On one particular occasion I was out on the balcony in just my bikini having a cigarette when I decided to go topless. Nobody could see me from the other balconies and I would hear Sally if she came in. With the sun blasting onto the balcony I finished my cigarette and went back inside to get my lotion. And that's when everything changed. Standing close to the balcony doors was Sally's dad, and he was watching me. I shrieked in terror when I spotted him and he just smiled as if it was perfectly alright for him to be standing there. "You left the door ajar." He smiled. I stood there in just my bikini bottoms frozen with shock with him in front of me grinning. He was a tall man, rather intimidating and he looked scary even in just his shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops as he kept touching me with his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Suddenly he stepped closer and reached out with his hand. I watched as his hand made the short journey to my right breast before I closed my eyes in shame, or maybe fear; I couldn't be sure which as he cupped the round flesh and started caressing it. My eyes remained shut when he shuffled closer towards me and cupped the left one. He now had both of my young firm breasts in his large hands as he caressed and groped me. "Well haven't you grown up, Sophie." He breathed heavily. I kept my eyes closed tight, too scared to even look at him as I strangely felt myself becoming aroused by his touch. "Yes you have." He moaned, squeezing my breasts a little harder. "I've noticed you, walking about in your bikini with your sexy young body on show, flaunting your curvy charms and teasing us men. There is a word for young girls like you, Sophie. Do you know what it is?" "No." I murmured, opening my eyes briefly. "Temptress, that's what you are, Sophie, a young and dangerously seductive woman. And the best part is you don't even know it, do you?" He chuckled. I shrugged my shoulders displaying more of my naivety. Then in one swift motion I was on the bed with him on top of me. I tried to protest, but as I opened my mouth he kissed me, forcing his tongue inside. He must have pulled his shorts down as I could feel his hard cock rubbing against the inside of my bare thigh and I felt a sudden rush of mixed emotions running through my mind. "Don't be shy, Sophie," he hissed, "I know you want it." I was shaking with fear and excitement, but I think the fear was more out of the fact that he was my friend's father as I wondered if he was expecting me to have sex with him. "Take your bikini bottoms off." He grunted, his hands still groping my breasts as he kissed my neck and rubbed himself between my legs. Then I noticed something. As he rubbed his cock against the inside of my thigh he was leaking and smearing his pre-come onto my leg. "Did you hear what I said, Sophie? Take them off." He continued, but again I didn't answer. "I bet you've had plenty of cocks inside you, haven't you? He said. "Why don't you take off the rest of your bikini and hold mine, go on. Guide it inside your hot little box." I admit I was frightened. I don't know what of because despite what was happening I didn't feel in danger, it's so difficult to explain my feelings at that time as I was actually enjoying what he was doing and saying to me. So why was I feeling frightened? I think the fear was arousing me somehow along with the physical side. He took my hand and without any resistance guided it towards his stiff cock. It wasn't long but it was thick and having my hand wrapped around it made me very horny. I loved the way he was groping me, encouraging me to stroke him harder as he started sucking on one of my nipples. It was different to the other experiences I had had, and all thoughts of Sally vanished along with my inhibitions. He feasted on my breasts and I played with him for a while before he pulled his head away to look at my bust again. "Sophie," he said, "you have amazing tits." I watched his big hands massaging my breasts as he positioned himself right between my spread legs, his cock touching my pussy through my bikini bottoms. He pushed his head towards mine and we kissed. His hands held my breasts as we kissed passionately and I could feel his cock rubbing harder against my moist bikini bottoms. Despite these crazy feelings I didn't want sex, not here, not with Sally's dad, on her bed. I knew she could walk in at any moment, but it seemed like it was about to happen, and not for the first or second time in my life, I felt powerless to stop it. He went back to sucking my nipples with his cock still rubbing against my pussy. I could feel it rubbing against my clit, teasing me as I felt something amazing building within me. I knew what it was but it felt so different, so good and I didn't want it to end. But I knew it had to before we ended up getting caught. "Sally." I muttered, "She might come in and catch us." My breathing was becoming ragged as I lay under him, completely at his mercy. All he had to do was pull my bikini bottoms aside and he would be inside me. My pussy was throbbing and seeping juice as the pressure of his hard cock pressed against me, making me open, wanting him inside. Then, with his cock so close to being inside me, he grunted and buried his head into my neck as he rubbed wildly between my legs. I felt his warm cum soaking into my bikini bottoms and through the material onto my shaven pussy as he ejaculated. I felt part relived he was finished but also part frustrated as for the first time I actually felt like I needed a cock inside me. "You are so beautiful and sexy, Sophie." He complimented, as he climbed off me and pulled up his shorts. "We need to get back to the pool." I said, finally finding some words. Ignoring my response he came to the side of me and slid his hand down inside my cum soaked bikini bottoms. I grunted as he slid a couple of fingers inside me and started to finger fuck me. His cock remained stiff through his shorts and I thought maybe we were going to have sex after all, but then he stopped and pulled his hand away, leaving me further disappointed. "Do you want me to fuck you, Sophie?" He asked, with a grin. I didn't know what to say so instead I shrugged my shoulders. I felt confused, why couldn't sex be straight forward I thought. Is it always going to be this complicated? I know I didn't fancy Sally's dad, I know I didn't really want to have sex with him. But his forcefulness had excited me. I went from being scared to being turned on and that in its self frightened me. "I want to fuck you," he told me, "but not here, not now. Tomorrow the girls are going shopping for souvenirs. You are going to tell them you don't fancy it and then come to my room. We can have sex then. Ok?" Again I shrugged my shoulders and gave a weak nod. "You are so sexy, and I love your body." He said "Have you sucked cock before?" "Yes." I said, remembering the one and only time with Father McGowan. "Good, you can suck my cock before I fuck you." He beamed. "God I can't wait. See you down by the pool." He said, leaving the room. I quickly jumped into the shower and got changed into a new bikini. But I couldn't face going down to the pool after what we had just done. I grabbed a book and went back onto the balcony for the afternoon, this time keeping my entire bikini on. That evening we went out to dinner and Sally's dad acted as though nothing had happened. In fact he pretty much ignored me the entire evening. Bizarrely it made me furious rather than relived. I didn't even fancy him and being around his family kind of made me resent him for what he had done to me. But then being ignored also aroused me, in an angry way. And he called me the temptress! The following morning, as planned, Sally and her mother went shopping in the local town for souvenirs whilst I made up some excuse to stay behind and made my way to the pool. I considered joining them in an act of defiance but quickly found myself turning the offer down when it came to the crunch, curious as to what might happen. When I arrived at the sun loungers I found Sally's dad already there with a smug grin on his face. I politely smiled as I always did around older men, even if they made me feel uncomfortable, and then put my bag and towel down on the sun lounger next to his. I might have thought it odd had Sally and her mother been there but it seemed the right thing to do with just the two of us. He commented on my tan so far, telling me how beautifully brown my "soft skin" had gone. I smiled and sat down, genuinely thrilled by his compliment. We chatted for a while before I remembered that my sun lotion was in Sally's bag and I had forgotten to take it out before she left for town. I let him know and he smiled before picking up his lotion and rising from his lounger. I stretched out my hand, thinking he was going to offer it to me, but instead he sat beside me and told me to remove my dress. I looked around the pool, a little nervous, and found only a handful of early morning sun worshippers, none of which were too concerned with us. So, with nobody taking any notice I reached behind my neck and pulled the halter tie that was holding up my beach dress. "Mmmmmmm," Sally's dad, moaned with his smug grin. I turned on the lounger so my back was slightly to him and placed my dress in my bag. The red bikini I chose to wear hugged my body nicely and just as the day before and all the days since we had been here, he eyed me up and down, enjoying the view of my body in a hot little bikini. To be honest I liked the way he looked at me. In fact I liked the way all men looked at me when I wore a bikini. I never felt self conscious about my body; I just lacked the confidence in how to show it off. But Sally's dad was slowly changing that, and I would one day look back and realise what an important part he played in my appetite for sex and getting what I wanted from men. Without another word he eagerly rubbed the lotion into my back and I began to relax. He did not go too close to my breasts when he rubbed up and down the sides of my body so I was happy to let him continue in view of everybody around the pool. Standing up he squirted some more lotion into his hands and then placed them on top of my shoulders, once again rubbing the oil into my skin. He sort of massaged my shoulders at first and that relaxed me further. As he rubbed and pressed into my shoulders I closed my eyes and rolled my head back slightly. I felt his hands slowly and cheekily making their way down and over the front of my shoulders to the top of my chest. I was kind of expecting him to slip his big oily hands inside my bikini and grope me, and I guess I wanted him to, but remembering where we were I sat up and opened my eyes. He massaged my chest for a while, not going too close to my breasts before he moved to my arms and rubbed the remainder of the oil into my skin. When he finished he went off to the bar to get us some drinks and then the rest of the morning was much like the others. After a few hours and drinks in the sun I began to feel the effects slightly and I think he noticed. At one point while we were chatting he put his hand on my thigh and smiled. Then he did it again, on my inner thigh, edging closer to my bikini. I was so relaxed and tipsy I didn't care as I smiled back at him and watched his hand snaking ever closer to their target. "I want to fuck you," he whispered, "let's go to my room." I stumbled as I tried to stand and he caught me. Our faces were so close together I wanted him to kiss me. But instead he steadied me and told me to collect my things. Once we were inside his hotel room I began to have second thoughts. The room was littered with his wife's belongings and I remembered it was also my friend's mother I was cheating on as well as betraying my friend. I went to say something but he smiled at me and slid his hand inside my dress and over my breast. He grunted as he groped me and I felt his cock harden in his shorts against my leg. He groped me for a while, his excitement building all the time before I pulled the halter tie on my dress and let it fall to the floor. He grunted again as he pulled my bikini top off, exposing my breasts. "I want that blowjob, Sophie." He smiled at me before making his way the bed and sitting on the end of it. I smiled back at him, flattered he was so eager to have me please him. I knelt on the floor between his legs and pulled down his shorts as he quickly removed his t-shirt. Raising my hands to his legs I ran my manicured fingernails gently along the tops of his thighs, teasing and tickling him as is cock flinched and throbbed in front of me. "Oh yes, Sophie." He groaned. "You have the touch of an angel." I smiled shyly without looking up at him and continued stroking my nails along his legs. When my hands eventually reached their target I took hold of his cock and held it for a few moments. I then looked up at him as I started to stroke him, his cock throbbing in my tiny hand. He seemed to be really enjoying it which helped me relax and feel more confident. We looked into each other's eyes and I knew it was time. Leaning forwards slightly I licked his cock and slipped a hand inside my bikini bottoms. With not much experience I did what I thought was right and began moving my head from side to side as I licked each side of his cock, before finally trying to take him deep into my mouth. I sucked hard on him as he moaned and gently ran his fingers through my long brown hair. "Hmmm, you're a great little cock sucker." He said, spurring me on. He cupped my breasts and held them as if they were fragile. It was the first time he had been gentle with me and I liked it. But it didn't last long and he was soon squeezing them in a less delicate way, that too felt nice a little rough but also arousing as I sucked his cock and fingered my wet pussy. Sensing he was close to cumming I simply carried on, but he had other ideas and stood up, telling me to get onto the bed. I quickly did as I was told and closed my eyes in anticipation. I was soaking wet, and embarrassed at how wet I was as he slowly pulled my bikini bottoms off and started kissing his way back up my legs. His big hands ran up and down my slender thighs, preparing me for him. My clit was throbbing like nothing before with excitement as he made his way up to my tummy and breasts, kissing and sucking. I hoped he would go down on me but he didn't. Instead he grabbed hold of his cock and climbed between my legs. He rubbed it back and forth along my wetness, causing me to gasp and arch my back off the bed slightly. The feeling was so intense. "Are you on the pill, Sophie?" He unromantically asked, placing his cock at my opening. "Yes." I quivered, full of sexual energy. As soon as the word left my lips he plunged his thick cock deep inside me, not stopping until he had buried himself completely inside my body. The force of his cock entering me filled me with so much pleasure that I could no longer contain myself and started bucking my hips. I had no idea if it was right or wrong but I did it anyway, as if my body knew what to do. His hands were back on my breasts, groping and mauling them as I revelled in ecstasy beneath him. My hands grabbed the bed covers and I squeezed hard as he thrust into me wildly. He fucked me like this for a while before suddenly my body shuddered into an almighty climax. I was still panting for air when he let go of my breasts and quickly flipped me over onto my front. My eyes were rolling around in my head and the sensations were just starting to fade when he lifted my arse up into the air and plunged his cock back inside me. "Oh, fuck ... oh fuck ..." I kept moaning, my mind in a mess, but a good mess. "Yeah, that's it, Sophie," he grunted, "I'm gonna fuck you good." He slid in and out me gently, allowing me time to recover before getting faster and faster. "Fuck yeah, you have a tight cunt!" He spat, bucking wildly into me. Normally I hated that word, but hearing him use it in reference to me as we fucked sent me into over drive. I quickly slid a hand down between my legs and started rubbing my clit. "Yeah, that's it, Sophie, cum for me you slut." He said. "Oh yes," I panted "uhhhhhhhh fuck yeah." I couldn't believe what I was saying but everything felt so good and right. My breasts were swinging wildly as he fucked me hard and deep, and my second climax was getting ever closer. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head backwards. The surprise pain rippled through me all the way down to my clit and erupted. "Yes, take it, bitch!" He scolded. Tugging harder on my hair with each thrust I felt my heart begin to race whilst my breathing became faster. All the muscles in my body began to tighten, my breasts seemed to swell and become sensitive with my nipples erect and aching. I knew my cheeks were flushed as I felt the heat rushing into them before it spread down my neck, into my breasts and then to the rest of my body. Fuck! What was happening to me I thought. Harder and deeper he continued to push until finally ... I felt my insides contracting with so much intensity I thought I would explode at any moment. "Arghhhhhh fuck ... fuck ... fuck yeah!" He grunted behind me, and then I felt him inside me, just like all the others, but with much more force. "Uhhhhhhhh yes ... yes ... uhhhhhhhh yes." I too groaned out in ecstasy, my own orgasm gripping me more violently the second time round as I pulsed around his cock unloading sperm inside my womb. After that second orgasm my whole body was super sensitive and Sally's dad fucked me again as I lay there on cloud nine. I watched and enjoyed as my breasts bounced up and down as he fucked me like a wild animal. He wasn't as hard as the first time but he still felt big. He fucked me until he unloaded once more inside me and then fell forward on top of my sweaty, naked body. Temptress Ch. 03 A few days later we were flying home so we didn't get the chance to repeat that awesome afternoon.