0 comments/ 58423 views/ 4 favorites Guiding Hand of Fate Ch. 1 By: crossed_directions It was on March 15, 1932, little Anna was born to Lord and Lady Edgmont. Lord Edgmont was little pained to know that he had had a daughter. The Edgmonts' were one of the oldest families in the history of the Monarchy, serving the empire in the East. Lord Edgmont, knowing that his wife had only one chance at motherhood, would have preferred a son to continue the Edgmont lineage. Alas, the curse was coming true. He had to pay for his brutal ways. A local mystic had cursed his family. He had "willed" that the Edgmont lineage would end with him and that his daughter would shroud his family in shame for all eternity. Lord Edgmont looked at his dainty daughter. Was she not the embodiment of what an angel would look like? How could she shame the family? Golden hair, blue eyes and every single delicate feature of beauty had been bestowed on her. The golden stork had indeed brought a beautiful message to their home. Why him, Lord Edgmont pondered? He had only done what was required of him as a duty. Every practical soul within his social circle admired his guts and conviction. There were some that thought that his ways were "crass." You could not be effective without breeding fear. The lesser souls of the world had to be treated that way. They were created to serve and to obey. Little Anna grew up in the company of a native nanny and a private English tutor. Apart from the three Rs', she learnt ballet, tennis, and sword fighting. Unlike her father, she showed a clear propensity for art. Politics and other affairs of the state bored her. She could sketch very well on her own. Literature interested her. She loved music too, music of all sorts. She shocked her parents by insisting on going to native concert recitals. To her, native tunes had a sense of intrigue and mystery, as compared to the western tunes that seemed to come from the heart. She had very little free time, as her days were programmed heavily. During the little break after tea, she would walk down the lush but untamed greens at the back of the Edgmont House, singing tunes spotting birds and generally communing with nature. The little village (where their house was located) had more rainy days than sunny ones, resulting in lush greenery. There was a huge leafy tree in the middle of the woods. A brook (technically a tributary), part of a larger river, flowed by the tree a good 50 miles into the sea. She loved swinging on the vines of the tree or just lazing under it, talking to herself. She was allowed two hours of his. She grew up a lonely and quite girl. Anna's father was a non-entity to her, by his own doing. He ignored her. He always came late, spent his time with strange women, shouted and barked at everyone. No one liked him. In a way Anna's mother was the same. She was always very sick, and never came out of her room. It was during one of these outings that she had met Guran. Guran was a strapping young manservant, who did odd jobs at her father's jute fields. He had been with the family for short time. He always bore an expressionless face. It creased into a smile only when he saw Anna. He grew to like the girl genuinely and would often entertain her by telling her stories, imitating animals, making crude toys, or just playing hide and seek. Over a period of time, Anna and Guran became good friends and even though Guran's English was a little crude and broken (he had a tendency to translate his thoughts into English rather than think in English and sounded quite funny). Anna could understand what he had to say. Both Anna and Guran began to enjoy these afternoons. To Guran, Anna represented freshness and innocence. To Anna, Guran was a great friend, and at a subliminal level, a Man whom she could trust. He submitted to her every whim, breaking the rules of the game whenever Anna deemed it fit. The other servants and locals liked the fresh white lily that Anna was. Her popularity came at two levels, one at the physical level and the second, her friendly nature. Here is little Lady they thought. Only Guran got to see the naughty and playful side that she otherwise concealed so well. Their afternoons by the leafy tree were a private affair. Guran never talked about it and neither did Anna. Not that anyone significant would have cared! ****** Anna's sexual awakening came in an unrefined way. Sex education was not a part of the three Rs'. Her tutor was way too prudish and formal to impart anything as beautiful as that. Even her coming of age had been treated as if it were one more call of nature that had to be answered. It was her father. Anna had caught her father lustily mounting her nanny. It was not just once or twice. It had happened several times. Of course, her young mind could not comprehend fully. The first time he had seen them, she had come running out. The second time, she had viewed the concert in lust for a little longer. Over repeated encounters, she was able to tell that it brought them both immense pleasures. It involved the use of what her nanny had called "private parts." It involved a lot of spanking, pinching, and biting. It made her weak in the legs and tight in the stomach. She had even sweat sometimes, trying to comprehend the medley of emotions. There were also the final movements that reminded her of an orchestra reaching the crest of a performance build up. Owing to the fact that it reminded her of music, she associated the act with something that was good and highly pleasurable. Then came the question of where she fit in. She was girl wasn't she? She was told that he would grow up to be a lady. Was that different from being a nanny? Would she have to do the things her nanny did? Did ladies do different things? She pondered. Guran noticed a difference in the girl. A girl, who usually skipped her way to the leafy tree, singing and holding her frock wide to allow free movement of her legs, had started walking with a serious expression on her face. Anna looked at Guran differently. She had seen him naked an innumerable number of times before. But these days, her eyes swung downward to observe his sex. The dark brown, limp, shaft dangled between his thighs and swayed from side to side as he walked toward her, akin to an elephant's trunk. An alien emotion crept into her and hit very badly between the legs. She had seen it before of course and couldn't quite tell why she had not absorbed its presence. Her life being highly programmed, she had always gone down to the leafy tree by the brook when Guran was either starting or finishing his bath. At times he would be completely dressed. At times, he would just be stepping into the brook. Nowadays it was different and she couldn't tell why it had not impacted her before. One fine day, Anna decided to ask him. Guran had just emerged from the brook and was walking toward the tree, upon whose trunk, his clothes where hanging. He picked his clothes and was about to wear them, when Anna said "Stop. What is this?" "This is my tool, fair one," he said smiling and wondering what caused her to ask such a question, now. Anna had never been told about tools, she had only heard something pedantic about "private parts." "Why don't I have it," she asked, with the most innocent look on her face. "You are a girl. Girls have their own tool." "What do you mean," she asked, her eyebrows knitting in curiosity and irritation? "I think you should ask your nanny" he said in a mysterious voice, avoiding eye contact. Over the next one hour, Guran tried his best to steer clear of the subject. But the girl was stubborn. She asked him. She threw a fit. She was then down on her knees begging. He dismissed it off saying that he would tell her later. He regretted standing in front of her naked. When he first met her, he had been naked. It had just been by chance. After that he had not bothered, understanding that she was innocent in such matters. But now she waking up to the fact that he was man and she a woman. He swore to himself that he would never appear naked before her. The subject became an infatuation for Anna. She couldn't bring herself to ask anybody else. She preyed heavily on Guran, so much so, that Guran started to avoid her. There was no way that he would discuss sex with this girl. She was his good friend and sex always spoilt everything, he felt. This irritated Anna more. She threw tantrums and refused to eat. Everyone in house noticed the difference, even her indifferent father. Finally, Guran was called into the house. Guran was a little uncomfortable. But not for a moment did he think of running away. He would face the music. It had been his indiscretion that had caused this. He cursed himself. To his surprise, it turned out very differently. "Guran, I understand that my daughter likes playing with you very much." "Yes My Lord?" "Yes my man. You have cast a spell over her. Why, she refuses to eat when you are not around." Guran was surprised. He instantly realized that Anna had fallen in love with him. "It looks like you understand children well." Anna was no child, Guran thought to himself, at least not anymore, not in body or mind. "From now on, you will work in the house. You will play with Anne. I will ask the butler to find you a suitable place in the servant's quarters." "But My Lord..." Lord Edgmont interrupted him rudely and told him to shut up and do what he was told to do. Guran sighed to himself and looked at the night sky. He saw darkness and clouds. It was going to pour on the hungry earth. It was a cloud with a silver lining. ****** Born of a local warrior clan, Guran was the first child of a large family. He had been named after a local army chieftain. His mother had died of the sheer exhaustion of delivering babies almost every other year. Almost immediately after her death, Guran's father had brought in another woman. She was their new mother he would say. There was no formal wedding and it was a know fact that she was of "loose character" (by the definition of her society). Guran was gifted with a large cock. His "stepmother" was quick to see his "talent." Thus in his late teens, Guran had entered this woman, and had experienced a great orgasm. His body responded to the need and produced semen, copiously through the encounters. The first time his seed had exploded from his cock, it had been into this woman's mouth. The moment was a wild surprise as she had just been sucking it idly. He had recovered in a matter of minutes and proceeded to flood her cunt too. While his buddies were all masturbating, he was already fucking, fucking his "stepmother." He then took advanced courses in sex from the women, learning every trick there is in pleasuring a woman. Three years went by with days and sometimes nights of pleasure. There was a child too, though it was not clear as to who had fathered the child. The "stepmother" had insisted that it was Guran's child. One fine day the inevitable happened. His father caught him mounting his "stepmother." He had run after Guran with a sword. Guran had rushed out with his clothes in his hands, spurting long jets of semen on the floor. He ran away, never to return. After many odd jobs, he was working for one of those old-fashioned bookshops as a cleaner. That's where he had met Mrs. Morton, wife of a retired forest officer. She had taken an instantaneous liking (more like an infatuation) for Guran. The offer of food, shelter, and money from a beautiful English lady, was too good to be true. He had accepted immediately. Mr. Morton did not like the idea of having an adolescent around the house, considering that he was blinded and crippled. Boys of Guran's age were thieves, he had opined, best avoided. But his wife had been stubborn. That night Guran understood the reason for the Lady's friendliness. What started as a job of helping around the house, resulted in four long years of pleasure for Guran and the Lady. The Lady took pleasure in sucking Guran's cock right in front of her blind husband. The man did not suspect a thing. Guran enjoyed this too, and together they climbed the heights of depravity. She had turned him into a young sex machine. Considering that she was a barren woman, there was no threat of pregnancy. One fine day the inevitable happened. Mr. Morton had pulled out a shotgun, just as Guran was going to explode inside Mrs. Morton, and started firing at random. One of the bullets caught Mrs. Morton between the eyes. Guran had rushed out as usual, leaving a trail of sperm behind. He still does not how Mr. Morton had got the wind of it. Guran came away a very bitter man from that experience. Not that he had any love for Mrs. Morton, somehow his conscience questioned his role in the destruction of that family. He swore to himself that he would never do this again. He seemed to be created for destruction rather than defense. His life continued with other exploits that included a nubile virgin daughter of a village headman and wife and the virgin daughter of a local tradesman. In each case the women had thrown themselves at him. And everywhere he had been caught red-handed, and needless to say, his semen left indelible marks on their lives, their carpets and bed sheets. His life had a pattern now and he was getting used to it, though he hated it. Women meant a lot of pleasure, but there was trouble too. A dark cloud behind a silver lining.... He had now fucked his way into an employment at Lord Edgmont's household. It had been the butler's wife. He swore to himself that he would have to stop fucking around. But..... ****** Two months had past. Guran was a full time "nanny" now. He did everything from waking Anna up in the morning, to preparing her bath, to making her sleep. He would prepare her bath and wait outside discreetly. He would ignore all her petulant entreaties to join her. The routine became a daily affair. Servants who had watched them closely initially, where now were beginning to loose interest. There were jealousies. But they had slipped from their active conscience, and gone into the depths of the sick minds. Guran had also complained initially and lost steam over time. He had resigned himself to his fate. He had even given her the lecture on sex, a lecture quite graphic in nature, which could have easily led into a demonstration, worthy of pedagogical envy. It had been quite a humorous experience too, to both of them. He had her resisted her physical advances for a demonstration. It taken every ounce of self control that Guran had, to resist her. It was long since the girl had come of age and she now looked beautiful. She loved perching her soft bottom on his strong thighs and putting her hands around his neck. She enjoyed running her hands on his hard chest. She gave him painful erections, every time she planted her soft buttocks on his crotch. She had felt his hard tool too. She loved the way it rudely caressed her buttocks and the cleft. She had had many orgasms by doing just that. Guran had felt her wet under cloth more than once. She knew that she was tormenting him and she enjoyed it. Guran blamed her stupid, indiscreet father. He was definitely not a eunuch, and it was eunuchs who did the jobs that he was doing. The stupid man had put Guran into a carnal quandary, without thinking. He couldn't bring himself to run away. Somewhere in the corner of his mind the devil was turning his affection for Anna into lust. Everyone else, however, was quite unconcerned now. The nanny was now behaving like lady of the house and couldn't care two hoots for Anna. The town knew that Lord Edgmont was fucking her full time. Even Lady Edgmont came to know about it, but was too weak to do anything. Guran's resolve was breaking very fast. Every time, the sexy youngster had rubbed herself against Guran, he was rewarded with deep pain in his crotch. To make matters worse, Guran had once allowed himself a peek when the youngster was soaping herself. He observed her as she blew cute little bubbles with the soapy water, singing a childish tune and talking to her doll. She had got soap into her eyes and had stood up shouting. That was the first time Guran had seen her naked. Ignoring her calls, he admired her sexy body. Dainty shoulders lead a chest bearing apple-sized breasts. Her taut tummy was punctured by medium sized navel. Her mons-veneris was a triangle under golden hirsute protection. Strong alabaster thighs that disappeared into the water supported her body. He quickly went inside to get a jug of water. He planned to splash her face with it, when the girl turned. Her buttocks were now facing him. He paused again for a moment to admire them. The two full firm moons were well developed for her age and deeply cleaved. She was what other women dreamed of being. He felt like he was in dream too. Guran slapped himself into reality. He handed the jug of water to her and rushed out before his urge to impale her could overtake him. Guran's resistance was indeed breaking... ****** There were two more highly disturbed souls on the planet after this incident. Guran had trouble sleeping. Since he didn't ever have the need to jack off and didn't believe in it, he had trouble sleeping. He was desperate for a release. Fucking the butler's wife was becoming tough. Before he lived in a shed in the woods and there was plenty of privacy. But now living right under the butler's nose in the servant's quarters made it tougher. What had been hours of lust had turned into exciting but infrequent quickies. Anna was the other one. She couldn't believe that Guran had refused her so many times. She knew of course that he wanted her. She had to tell him that she was now a big girl and that she was ready for it. ****** Fate paved the way for the two lovers. There was to be a grand ball at Edgmont House. The viceroy of the Empire was coming down. Discussions and negotiations with opinion leaders of the land were slated for the next full month. Lord Edgmont had agreed to host the reception dinner. There was to be dancing, music, wine, food, and fireworks. They had discussed what dresses she would wear on night of the reception. They selected pretty dark green gown. It had been Guran's choice. In his mind, he had decided that it would be the best day to deflower Anna. Everyone would be too busy to notice. The day arrived. Anna was programmed for the event. She received the viceroy and presented him with a bouquet of flowers. She was allowed one dance with the viceroy and one with her father and then told to go up. Guran came to fetch her from behind the curtains. He told her to go up to her room and await him. Anna knew from the look in his eyes that it would be the night. Guran joined the other servants and watched the doings of the privileged crowd. When no one was watching, he quietly slipped away. He walked through the deserted corridors and went up the staircase to Anna's room. He was already erect in anticipation. He opened the door to Anna's room to find it in complete darkness. He stepped by the side of four poster bed upon which his princess lay in eager anticipation, and still clothed in her gown. He opened the curtains on window by the bed and let the full moon flood the room with its soft effulgence. He turned toward Anna and removed his turban and tossed it carelessly on the floor. He then slowly proceeded unbutton his shirt and pants and dropped them on the floor. He stood there with folded hands, clad only in his loincloth, admiring the beauty. Anna lay on bed with her hands by her side. She was a little tense. But looking at his hard body silhouetted against the moonlight stirred her lust. She could see a dark stranger smiling gently at her. Guran could see an eager young beauty, begging him to take her. He walked slowly toward bed. Reaching the edge, he lay down on his side with his hands under his head. He looked into her eyes, now that Anna had also turned. The tight gown that she was wearing displayed her cleavage and held her breasts. He admired the white marble mounds for a minute. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Anna was thinking the same. Finally, she was to be taken. He could tell that she was nervous. Guiding Hand of Fate Ch. 1 Unable to control his own urges, he reached out and pulled her face close his, yanking her by her hair painfully. And before Anna could yelp in pain, his thick lips had covered her soft pink lips. He kissed her till she was almost out breath, while maintaining the grip on her hair. She gasped as he released her, pulling all the oxygen that she had just missed. Her whole form was now rattling. She was more nervous than before. Guran knew he had to relax her. This girl is a virgin, he told himself. Her untouched body would not be able to take any harsh advances. He had to be gentle. He curled an arm under her neck, and pulled her gently toward him. He lay flat on his back and Anna's face was now looking down on him. He ran his hands through her hair gently. He then pulled her face and kissed her again, much gentler this time, but forcing his tongue into her mouth. Anna could feel a deep undercurrent of excitement as he kissed her. He sucked her mouth and they exchanged saliva copiously. He then sucked her upper lips and bit it gently. Anna's body shivered and brain was racing to comprehend the attention that her body was getting. Guran was ever so gentle. He ran the edge of his rough tongue upon her soft upper lips, leaving a trail of thick saliva. Anna's grip on him tightened as waves of excitement ripped through her. He bit her upper lip again with his teeth and yanked them slightly as Anna moaned softly. Oh so this what the biting did to a girl, Anna learnt, as her cunt began to water profusely. The sensation was incredible. He then turned his attention to her tongue now hanging out involuntarily from her mouth. He licked its surface to extent he could reach. He ran his tongue up and down, swirling it to suit his pleasure. Anna strained to get as much of her tongue out as possible. Her tongue felt undermined by his rough, long, thicker one. They continued to lick their tongues, each wanting to outdo the other's passion. Guran would start from the tip of her tongue, holding it down, and then lick upwards, while Anna strained to show him more. The quickly Anna would start licking him. Guran always won, his tongue being more forceful than hers. Anna was now moaning loudly, thrilled by the new sensations she felt. Drops of spit landed on Guran's chin and neck and slowly made their way down to the bed. As the excitement mounted, he brought up his hands and held the tender flesh of her tongue between his fingers and pulled it out further. It was as if he was going to yank it out fully. Anna strained to get it back inside. Her face was totally mashed against the side of his face. He reached up and settled his teeth on the tender flesh of her and bit it. He chewed on it slowly and gently, not allowing her the luxury of pulling it back inside. Anna coughed and protested and sent more drops of her spit upon his face, going gnaaaa gnaaaa. Guran knew that she would not be enjoying this part too much. But little bitch deserved some pain for all the days of agony he had gone through. He released her tongue reluctantly and it almost snapped back inside. While Anna recovered from this attack, he pushed her away gently, and sat up. He then pulled her on to his lap. Her back was facing him. He circled her body with his strong arms letting one of his big palms rest upon her thighs. He moved her hair over her left shoulder with the other. He let the hair rest there and then kissed the backside of her neck. He let his palms rub the flesh of her thighs through the material of her satin gown. Anna moaned and ground her buttocks upon his hard instrument, a sensation that she was already familiar with and loved. He made her move her hips till the cleft of her buttocks rested exactly upon his instrument. He then guided her to move her buttocks back and forth along the length of his shaft. Anna understood what he wanted and unflexed her buttocks moving it along his hard phallus. She pressed down hard and Guran could feel her almost drag the foreskin on his cloaked dagger with movement of her buttocks. Guran's tool was now throbbing, begging for release from under his loincloth. Guran turned his attention to her ears. The pink skin of her dainty ears excited him quite a bit. He kissed her behind the lobes. Anna giggled a bit. No one had ever kissed her there. His hot breath was heating up her neck and ears as she was enjoying the feel of his breath, he suddenly grabbed a ear lobe into his mouth and sucked on it. He swirled his tongue round and round, leaving trails of saliva wherever he reached. Anna moaned, accepting the new sensations of pleasures. She had not anticipated this. His hands stopped caressing her thighs and had now moved up to her pubic mound. He rubbed her vaginal mound over the material of her satin gown. Anna relished the new sensations, stopped moving upon his cock. He slapped buttocks gently to get her going again. She giggled and resumed the erotic movements once more, as Guran continued to chew and suck her ear lobes one after the other. His hands now reached up to her breasts (partially covered by her gown), gently running over them, feeling the supple fullness. He squeezed one of them gently while rubbing the other. He pulled at the nipple while kneading the other breast. Anna enjoyed herself thoroughly. Every time she stopped grinding her ass on Guran's cock, he would slap her ass gently to remind her. Guran, having seduced two virgins in the past, knew that the key to "success" was make them relax and prepare the vagina for penetration. Blessed with a cock of sizeable proportions, the second part was truly important. He moved her off him and sat up. He set about removing her clothes. It was a tedious affair and Anna's facial expressions alternated eagerness and irritation. Finally, she was naked. Guran paused for a moment to admire the beauty. "Oh pretty one, what have I done, to deserve this pleasure." "Anna, my sweetest. Oh Anna.....," he trailed off stroking her hair gently. Anna was getting impatient. She reached under his loincloth and grabbed his shaft. Guran moaned and lay back. She pulled his loincloth off, causing his cock to snap up like a snake ready bite. Anna could almost hear it hissing. This was the first time that she was seeing it erect. It seemed to have a menacing mind. It was broad at the base, tapering down in width, ever so little, toward a dark head, which seemed larger than the base. His cock was bent upward in a curious arc. What scared Anna was the way the shaft throbbed. Guran had explained that the rush of blood made a cock erect and throb. She had not imagined it this way. Not at all. She looked at the dark purple head of his uncircumcised cock. It seemed to have a sinister slit with a recess below it. In the pale moonlight, a drop of fluid resting on the slit seemed shine like a diamond. She asked him "Guran, what is this?" "What is what, my love," asked Guran, wondering what she was referring to? "This liquid on the top of your penis." "Oh that...," Guran smiled and continued "that is my love fluid." "It is for you." Anna looked a little confused. "Just lie down sweet heart, we will get to it soon enough." He felt that it was too gross to expect a fair girl like her to suck his sexual fluids. She would see no pleasure in it. This could wait. Someday her mind would be mature enough to understand deeper sexual acts such as cock sucking...... Anna lay down obediently and Guran took his place between her legs. His long legs now rested on either side of her body. He lifted her so that her buttocks were now suspended in the air, and her legs were spread on either side of his body. Her pussy was now juxtaposed to his prick. He reached across to her shoulders and let his palms slowly run down her body to her thighs. His first stroke was gentle. He then slowly increased the pressure, running his hands over her supple apple sized breasts, making her nipples jiggle as he passed over them. As he repeated his motions, he could feel her body relax and heat up. The nipples jutted out like peanuts. He reached under her breasts and lifted the fullness as if he were weighing them. He squeezed them gently, and then released them. Running his palms over the mounds, he came back down and squeezed them again. Anna was moaning in pleasure, calling his name out every time, he squeezed her breasts. Guran had his eyes closed. His hands ran over her body and seemed to have a mind of their own, kneading her flesh and pinching the nipples at random. He removed himself from under her and straddled her hips, so that her cunt hair was now rubbing against his hard buttocks. He ran the head of his cock across her stomach while grinding his buttocks upon her crotch. His cock glided across easily, smoothened by his pre-sex secretions. Anna was initially ruffled by this act, but soon started to enjoy it. It seemed to be a naughty thing to do. Guran ran it across every square inch of her stomach and returned to poke her navel with it. Anna yelped every time he poked her navel with his cock. Guran continued to glide it upward, reaching her breasts. He bunched her breasts together with his hands and slid his cock between the supple fullness. He rocked his buttocks back and forth, relishing every thread of pleasure running through his body. Anna felt a little odd at his cock being brought so close to her face. Guran understood that she was not enjoying this, but couldn't help himself. But then, he controlled his craving and went back down to his original position, and continued kneading her breasts. He reached under her to cup the mounds of her ass. It was a perfect fit in his palms. He kneaded and squeezed the twin globes, raising the level of her cunt. Holding one buttock, he let his fingers explore the hairless furrow, tickling the moist ridge. His fingers traced lines along the furrow, reaching down to her anus, but not quite touching it. He would come down all the way to the tip of her anus and run back up. After teasing her for a while, he suddenly plunged a thick finger into her anus. He was truly surprised by how clean the girl was. His finger dwelled in the dank cave for a while, exploring the depths and feeling the soft anal passage. Anna was shocked. Yuuuuuuuu.... What is this? Guran smiled, knowing that Anna would not have expected this. He let his finger linger a little longer, before removing it. He started to play with her breasts again. He closed his eyes, absorbing the essence of her softness, as he kneaded and played with her mounds. Anna slowly rocked her body, inching closer and closer to Guran, till her cunt hit his strong body. She now started move sexily, rubbing her crotch against his hard body, as if she were telling him that it was her cunt that needed the attention now. Guran opened his eyes, when her crotch hair started to caress his body. He reached down to rub her crotch, rubbing his palm on the virginal mound. He cupped the mound and squeezed it. Anna moaned in excitement and bucked her hips upward. Guran ran his fingers up and down her labia, tracing a line over the lips. He bent down to kiss her moist cunt. Anna sighed again as she felt his thick lips against her cunt. He inserted a finger into it and was surprised see how easily it slipped in. The hot oil of her cunt let his finger slither in easily enough. He ran the underside of his finger against the short length of her clitoris. Anna bucked wildly, pushing herself toward him in an apparent attempt to impale her on his finger. Judging from the mass of fluid that surrounded his finger, it was clear to Guran that she had had her first orgasm sometime ago. He started to work on her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive bud, while finger fucking her. He reached inside, only to feel a membrane, the symbol of her virginity. He increased the pace of the finger fucking and Anna responded, wildly bucking her hips, to match his strokes. In order to widen the opening, Guran inserted a second finger. Anna moaned, as for the first time since the beginning she experienced a tinge of pain. It was gone before she had time to register it fully and waves of pleasure enveloped her being. Guran fingers were now moving back and forth at a furious but steady pace and Anna was moaning very loudly. He reached across to pinch one of her nipples. He pulled at it as if he were going to pluck it out. He tweaked and twisted it while not changing the rhythm of the finger fucking below. Anna started experience some of the most exotic sexual sensations. He then reached below and tickled her puckered anus. Anna gasped loudly. No one had ever touched her there before. It was an incredible sensation. She bucked wildly, giggling and moaning, letting Guran know that she was loving it. It was not long before Guran felt a rush of fluids against his probing fingers, emanating from within the vaginal passage. Anna screamed loudly and collapsed upon the bed and his thighs. She could see Guran smiling down at her, even though her brain seemed to be dazed. She had had her second orgasm. Guran showed his wet fingers to Anna. Drops of her hot oil trickled off and fell on flat belly. Guran put a pillow under her buttocks and raised her cunt for penetration. He raised himself slightly and held his throbbing cock in his hands and started to guide it toward her vaginal opening. He looked at her said huskily "open wide." Anna seemed to respond despite her confused state. The vertical lips of her cunt were now stretched open and her vagina turned into a gaping hole. Guran placed the head of his cock against the opening and thrust forward. Anna shouted out loud, unable to comprehend this alien probe and what it was doing to her. Guran's cock head was partially engorged in her cunt and he held her hips and thrust forward. Anna's pleasure now turned into pain. "Noooo noooo please.... Please .." she begged, trying to move away. But Guran was too strong for her. He thrust forward savagely and moaned as his fore skin peeled, sending the sensitive flesh of his cock into her vagina. It had hurt him a little. Her cunt was so incredibly tight that the sensation that Guran felt could be likened to a vice gripping his cock head, squeezing between its jaws. Anna was in deep pain as Guran thrust into her unyieldingly. Her face was in a state of total shock, her brain was frozen, her lips made a gaping 'o'. Guran tickled her puckered anus and probed the hole gently. Anna moved her hips upward, involuntarily in response, resulting in his cock impaling her some more. Her cunt was now stretching to accommodate the monstrous probe. The world seemed to be spinning around her. Guran stopped waiting for her recover. She recovered after a good five minutes. She looked up at Guran and before she could say anything, Guran thrust in again. "Aaaaaargh, aaaaah, oh mummy,.......oooohaaaaaah" Anna couldn't seem to stop screaming. The pain was unbearable. His shaft seemed to be splitting her in two. From his previous experiences with virgins, Guran knew that this was normal. However he felt sorry for this delicate creature. But then this was the time for passion, not compassion. He thrust inward again. A good 6" of his turgid length disappeared into her, tearing her hymen and stretching her vaginal walls. Anna lay limp on the bed, unable to deal with the pain. They remained in silence, for a short while, drops of tears were forming in her eyes and then Guran withdrew his cock in a short backward motion and thrust forward again. This time he seemed to reach the depths of her of cunt. Anna had stopped shouting. She was moaning softly. Guran started to rock his ass and probed her cunt from all directions in an attempt to stretch it further. He still had a good 4" to go. As he probed her, he saw the transient look of despair vanish from her face. It was replaced with lust. Her fluids were kicking in and Anna was having another orgasm. Guran felt relived as she released another orgasm, this time on his cock. Good the girl was going to enjoy it from here. He now seemed to be able to slide in the rest of his cock without difficulty. Anna was shocked. What seemed to be unbearable pain, just turned into some extraordinary pleasure as she bucked upward screaming, "ooooooooh gggggggggggggoddddddddddd, aaaaahhha aaaarh" and she impaled her further on his cock. Guran was now rooted fully in her body. He gently kneaded her breasts, waiting for her orgasm to subside. Their union was now totally lubricated and Guran had freedom of movement, albeit, the grip of her cunt on his length was still tight. It had like putting his dick between the jaws of a vise before. Guran started to fuck her now, moving back and forth. His buttocks flexed and unflexed as he moved to and fro fucking her in a steady rhythm. Anna was responding very well, thrusting her hips upward, seeking his impaling shift. It was a mechanical process, and but for their human minds and the capability to emote and feel, they would have looked like any mechanical engine. They both had their eyes closed, their minds seeped in lust and pleasure. At last, the two lovers were united, united as one and were on their way to the completion of their act of consummation. Guran was on his way to his own orgasm. It had been quite a task holding back. But for his experience and unemotional approach in impaling her, he would have shot his seed a long time ago. One of the things, Guran realized with experience was that, it was possible for him to control his ejaculation, by controlling the intensity of his emotions. It was almost as if he could drive himself into the frenzy of emotions, those that were needed for ejaculation, when he willed it. Otherwise he put himself into a meditative state, and thrust mechanically, waiting for his sex partner to catch up. This technique had come to him naturally, and looking back he would have seen a set of highly satisfied women, save for the dead one. He had already chosen the moment of sexual climax a long time before. He was waiting for it. He continued thrusting into her mechanically, his mind blanked by his will. His youth kept his turgid length hard. ****** Downstairs, the music was subsiding and Lord Edgmont invited his guests to step out into the lawn. As the crowd assembled outside in darkness, there were lights in the sky that seemed to illuminate the entire region. No it was not moon or the stars. It was the fire works. A loud bang resulted in a furious missile going skyward as a monolithic ember and then shattering into a kaleidoscopic design of colors. There were several more and soon till no one could tell whether it was night or day....... ****** Upstairs, Guran started to fuck Anna wildly when he heard the first bang of the fireworks. He quickly worked himself into frenzy and as explosion lit the sky with its colorful effulgence, Guran shot the first blast of his semen into Anna. Nature rewarded Anna with an orgasm at the same point in time. She came in waves, waves being pushed back by Guran's jets of thick sperm. He couldn't seem to stop coming. He did have "message of love" for her and he was giving it to her. Every thought, every emotion, every bit of love he had for the girl, and every bit of himself were all embedded in this physical manifestation of the "message." The orgasm was truly draining. Strings of sperm emanated from his penis slit and squirted forcefully into her womb. Guran was groaning deeply. Anna shouted uncontrollably as she flexed her buttocks and gripped his cock, as if her physical manipulations would prevent the pleasure from ever escaping her. He collapsed upon her, breathing hard, his cock still hard inside her cunt... They kissed each other, their passion unyielding. Anna hugged him tightly running her hands on his back lovingly. They both turned toward window to enjoy the display of fireworks... Guiding Hand of Fate Ch. 1 To be continued Thank you. My prayers for peace on earth. Guiding Hand of Fate Ch. 2 Sitting on a low stool, Guran splashed water on Anna's crotch. It would be some effort to remove the encrusted semen, and the stickiness of her sexual fluids, off her crotch, thighs and lower buttocks. It was an enjoyable task though, washing her and probing her sex and anus at every available opportunity. Surprisingly, there had been only one or two drops of blood. There was nothing drastically gory to scare the little girl. But the face of her cunt did bear a gruesome "expression", a reflection of the dull pain that Anna must be feeling, stretched oddly open and discolored. His penis was still tumescent, and his brain still heated with lust. Anna was irritated by that odd ache she felt. She had dragged herself into the washroom helped by Guran. It had been a task to walk. Parts of her thighs felt numb and her vaginal passage felt sore. Every time Guran inserted his finger into her cunt to clean her, she felt a combination of pain and pleasure, but it was pleasure that she didn't care for. She wanted to sleep. She was tired. Guran acquiesced, despite his want. ****** Guran looked down at the young beauty. She was toying with the bead necklace hanging around his neck. Guran was smiling to himself. If only she knew what the bead necklace was there for. The house seemed empty as Lord Edgmont had gone with the viceroy to the capital. A large entourage of servants had gone with them. It was the late afternoon, and Anna and he were in the shed in the woods. The coarse knit bed had creased red welts on Anna soft body. His lust was not anywhere near satisfied. He had worked his cock into her moist cunt slowly, sending his length into her distended opening. Her eyes closed when he started thrusting into her and she grunted softly when he pushed into her. He wanted to fuck her again and again. He wondered if she would be able to take it for longer today. She was a strong girl no doubt, she was breathing steadily despite his weight bearing down on her and his cock engorged in her invaded cunt. Guran kissed her forehead, eyes and lips, rocking his hips in slow fucking motions, trying to get her out of the stupor she seemed to be in. She had quit playing with the bead necklace and just lay there and he needed to cum, take his pleasure, his own way. After a long time of mindless fucking, Anna suddenly seemed to come alive. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Enthused by the change, he started to fuck her in earnest, rocking his hips, in rhythmic fashion. Anna responded well enough, lifting her ass to meet his strokes. This time her body was a lot less tense and she let go. She reached down to his buttocks and ran her hands over the mounds and then gripped them, as if she had to hang on to it to retain her balance. She squeezed the flesh gently at first and then she slowly increased pressure mauling the dark chocolate mounds. It felt good to do that and Guran was struggling to keep his balance under the new onslaught. She even toyed with the soft curly hair on his ass crack. It was soaked in sweat and stubbornly curly. Guran liked what she was doing but it distracted his fuck thrusts. He slipped and dashed against her thighs and cried out painfully. He had to stop once or twice to insert his cock back into her cock slot. She continued kneading his ass, squeezing the hard flesh, every time he plunged into her. He could feel her fingers grind into the dank cleft of his ass, pulling at the strands of hair in the furrow. He dashed against her thighs again and cried out in pain. He looked down at her desperately. Realizing that violent squeezing disturbed his rhythm, she restrained herself to pressing down on his butt, gently. "Fuck me Guran, fuck me hard. Oooh.....oooooohhhaoooooooh"! "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... fuck .... Fuck fuck fuck................" Guran was surprised to hear what he just did, but didn't mind it a bit. It had excited him more. Where had she learnt to call out like that? He inserted his cock again and thrust into her vigorously. The crude wooden bed, upon which they were fucking, was creaking in protest. The shed was filled with sounds of the creaking, his balls slapping against her lower buttocks, and the wet sounds of fucking. He was in heaven. It was as if his cock was sawing through air, yet being manipulated by some intangible softness towards an orgasm. He wanted his seed to explode, craving for that moment of pleasure, but it seemed stay deep within, waiting for more. He paused once or twice to adjust his position, drawing wild protests from Anna, who was scratching and clawing the flesh of his buttocks, with her sharp nails. He kneaded her breasts wildly, mauling the soft fullness in response to Anna's treatment to his ass. He pulled and tugged at those sensitive tits, while pounding her with all might. All those choicest sexual actions, and all that fucking and still his seed seemed reluctant to flow out. All the thoughts of sex and flings in the past, every moment of intense lust swam through his mind. No amount of emotion was spared. Yet his seed remained. He deiced he would now fuck her from behind. He stopped fucking her and pulled his cock out. It came out with a whoosh. Before Anna could say anything, kneeling, he said huskily, "give me your ass". Anna looked at him, towering over her and his cock throbbing in the air menacingly, wondering what gone wrong with him. "Give me your ass". Anna was truly confounded. "You are not going to touch my anus again are you", she asked, wondering what he had in mind. "Give me your ass", he repeated himself like a parrot. Anna was now blinking. He reached down and swung her around with extreme ease. Soon Anna was upon her stomach. He looked at the red welts the choir bed had left on her back and ass. He caressed them as if his caresses would erase those marks. Anna was still wondering what was in store for her. Her body was tensing again He kneeled and arranged her legs on either side of his body raised her hips and moved in. The soft mounds of her buttocks were now up in the air and her head was down upon the pillow. Guran spread her wide till her cock slot was a gaping dark cavern. He ran his cock between the mounds of her ass. Starting at the tip he guided his cock all way down to her anus, and moved back up without touching it. He kneaded the flesh of her buttocks with his other hand. He then inserted a finger into her cunt and started to tease her clit while kneading a buttock with his other hand. Anna moaned as waves of pleasure started to ripple through her body. Soon she was rotating her hips and squeezing his probing finger into her cunt. As the pleasure mounted she started buck her hips and fuck herself vigorously upon his finger. Guran stopped kneading her flesh and started to slap her buttocks now. Whap whap whap whap whap.... he went, with firm, sharp, quick strokes, causing her ass to redden and heat up. He slowly increased the power of his blows. Anna had been spanked before, but this time the feel was different, especially with his rough finger rudely rubbing on her clit. Anna was bucking wildly, presenting her ass in the most unabashed fashion to her lover. Guran stroked her ass steadily, increasing the power of the blows into slaps now and probing her cunt now with two fingers instead of one. He finger fucked rapidly, in and out, he went, as if in an attempt pull the internals out. Anna was shouting and moaning at the top of her voice. Guran realized that she was getting close to an orgasm. He removed the bead chain from around his neck. Holding her asshole open with one hand he started to fill it with the beads. Anna tried protesting as cold metal of his chain started to move into her warm anus. Guran pushed the first bead in with some effort and started work the second one into her asshole. No amount protesting from Anna would stop him. Soon Anna felt large smooth lumps of beads inside her anus. It felt crazy, but good. Flexing his buttocks and positioning his cock at her entrance, he sank his entire length again in one stroke. Anna cried out. The penetration was far more complete than before and Guran rode her body wildly. He reached down to tug at her nipples like he was milking the udders of a cow and continued to slam into her. Anna was in an incredible daze and felt totally out of control. Her body was now totally submissive. Guran knotted her hair around his palm as if he were holding the reins of horse and yanked them backwards while he slammed into her cunt. All his energies and strength were now upon his hips and he fucked her harder than ever before. The painful load of semen started to show signs of eruption. The first waves of pleasure hit him, when rudely yanked the first few beads out of her asshole. They came out with loud a popping sound. Anna could feel her cunt react instantaneously as a rush of sexual fluids washed Guran's engorged cock and made it way down to her thighs. He accelerated further, yanking her hair painfully and slapping her buttocks her hard with his other hand. He gnashed his teeth as if it would help him fuck her harder. Anna was heading for a shuddering climax and she worked her cunt on his cock. There was only one emotion left in them, it was lust, wild animal lust, and they both wanted to come. Guran started to buck wildly as the second wave of pleasure overtook him. "AAARGH aaah ahhhahhhahhhha ......aaaahahhha....", he screamed, sliding in and out her. Her thighs were glistening with her juices. She started to cum some more. Just then Guran yanked the second set of beads out of her asshole. "OOOOOOOOOOOOh ooooooooooohhhhhh aaaaah.........." she screamed, the flames of pleasure enveloping her person were tenfold in comparison to all her other orgasms that she had had before. Guran now gripped her hips and fucked her hard, flexing and unflexing his buttocks in rapid succession. Soon he felt a gush up the length of his pole and started to shoot his seed into her. Just as the first jet hit her Guran yanked longer part of the bead necklace out in one pull. While she was shuddering under spasms of a wild orgams, jet after jet of rich sperm, each increasing in volume over the previous one, flooded and whooshed into her. Ropes of rich seed flew into her vaginal passage found their way into her womb. The excess started to flow down her thighs and wetted her backside. Guran collapsed on her after the shattering climax. ****** Guran's first fuck had been an act of submission to his own curiosity and vulgarity. He couldn't remember what was going on in his mind when his "stepmother" had propositioned him, but in retrospect, he knew that he had made a choice. He seemed to have got into it, without worrying about his family or his father. His experience with Mrs. Morton was both lust and an economic necessity. This of all relationships bothered him the most, therefore. He felt truly sorry for Mr. Morton, in retrospect. He had acted like an animal, mauling and fucking Mrs. Morton's body like a predator, taking advantage of her husband's handicap. The village headman's girl had bled a lot more than Anna. But then Guran had not made love to her, it had been a fuck without foreplay and the girl had deserved it for wantonly inciting his lust. The bitch was far from innocent and had challenged his manhood, shaming him at every available opportunity. He had grabbed her by her hips from behind, shucked up her skirts and plunged into her in one painful stroke. It had hurt him too. His uncircumcised penis had peeled when he entered her sending the sensitive skin of his cock head against her tight vaginal walls. He would have dumped her after the hurried and hard fuck, not bothering to reckon with her pleasure. But still erect, he decided he would go for her ass, which he did, and as he was about to come, he had been caught. He had left their employment the very same day. His compulsion in this case was anger. The fucking of tradesman's daughter was Guran's fault. He had drifted into the act of fucking the tradesman's wife and his lust was satisfied, for a while. But then tradesman's wife had refused to fuck him for several days quoting one reason or the other. She had suddenly gone on a morality trip much to Guran's chagrin. Her daughter knew of their illicit relationship and had started giving him the eye. But not once had she taunted or teased Guran. She had remained her quite, delicate self and communicated a lot with her eyes. One fine day, not finding a release for his desire, he had helped himself to her body. He was surprised by how lustily this demure girl performed on the bed. She was sleeping when Guran had entered her room. He had stripped himself and lain along side her, with his throbbing cock rudely poking her stomach. He had just kissed her when she woken up. Taking cognizance instantaneously, of his intentions, she had given herself unabashedly. She had no hesitation in sucking his cock, balls and ass. It had been one of his best fucks. Unfortunately, the repeat experience had not been consummated fully. He had been caught in the act. This relationship in Guran's mind was a lot of lust, but had a fleeting element of love in it. Anna was a variation of the tradesman's daughter and very different in nature. They had begun as friends, and there had been some genuine mentoring, love and innocence in the relationship, for quite some time. She had lost her innocence too, in the mind first. Guran had then graduated from being a friend to being a lover. By mutual consent and desire, they had consummated their relationship. She had to be taught from step one. But the best part was that, he had Anna in mind when he gave himself, and Anna had Guran in mind when she gave herself. Knowing that illicit sexual relationships set off undesirable chain reactions within the circle of influence, Guran had got into it again. He had even wondered if Anna knew of the potential consequences. But then sex was an extraordinary need and compulsion. He had made his choice and so had she. They had to face any consequences, together. Each girl had her own compulsions and influences (as per his surmise) to do what they did. There was always the story of innocence lost in the mind or some disillusionment (an encounter with a seductive power such as his penis), leading to a need that translated into curiosity and lust, and then innocence lost in the body too. The mind is the driver of the body. Experiences and surroundings taught the mind. This led to actions. The conscience came back and questioned the act thereafter. Where the hell was it to begin with? The obvious turning point in his life was his "stepmother". He wondered if he had made a different choice then, would his life be any different now. What he done was immoral and he had known it. His young mind and unruly conscience had not allowed him to stop and think. He had let someone else write a page on his book, a damaging page at that, and to that extent, he had lost control. He could blame himself or his fate. ****** Not wanting to give Anna anytime to think, Guran turned her around and said huskily "get down on your knees". Anna wondered what it was this time. He repeated "get down on your kneels and heel". He had heard this so many times. Lord Edgmont could really sound menacing, when he wanted to. He lifted Anna off the bed and stood her on the ground. He was still kneeling on the bed. He said, "Anna, on your knees". Anna knelt down obediently. His cock was right at the level of her mouth. ****** Anna was now accomplished in all acts of sex and mated with Guran regularly. No act of sex was a taboo. He had used every orifice in her body of his pleasure, the anus being his favorite target. Anna had tasted every square inch of his flesh and she loved it. ****** Guran came in and grabbed Anna from behind. As usual his erect member found its favorite resting-place between the globes of her buttocks. She moved her hips back to enjoy the feeling of his cock poking on her buttocks. After some lustful moments, he turned her around and yanked her blouse and panties off leaving her naked save for her skirt. His hands were now resting on her hips as he kneeled down and put his tongue to work on her navel. His tongue ran around it teasingly. She could feel her cunt watering. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his worship. His long thick tongue traced tantalizing circles around her navel and its rough feel increased her enjoyment. His hands were busy kneading her ass, crushing those soft mounds, while he tongue fucked her navel. Anna could feel her stomach tighten and her legs go weak and she bore down upon his face. Changing his mind, he suddenly stood up and cupped her breasts with his hands and kneaded them gently. He pulled and pinched her tender nipples. "So red..", he murmured, as blood rushed to her breasts coloring them and adding to his pleasure. He then applied his mouth to one of them and sucked on it tenderly, slurping and relishing its feel. A trail of his saliva slowly flowed down her breasts. Her crotch was already moist with his saliva that flowed from her navel. Anna rubbed it upon her skin, feeling increasingly enslaved to Guran with every passing moment. While his mouth was sucking her breasts his one hand continued to knead her breast and the other her buttocks. She moaned in ecstasy, Guran knew how to use her body. He was now biting her nipples tugging at them with his teeth. She moaned in pain. He whispered hotly into her ears "ssh ssh ssh", his hot breath burning her neck. He now turned and sucked her other breast while kneading the other. There was an element of art in what he did. He would cup her breast from below the nipple and rotate it anti-clockwise and squeeze it at the end of the circle. He would then rub palm on her breast and pinch her nipple and start all over again. Sometimes he would bunch them together and her manservant would catch her nipples between his teeth and pull them and hold onto it. She screamed. He did it again and again to both her nipples. She found this truly sexy, and her pussy watered even more. He suddenly turned and walked toward the wall. She admired his hips and buttocks undulating under his shirt, as walked. He was naked save for his shirt. His hips were a perfect vee, tapering down. He bent and picked up something. She saw a small object in his hands, only faintly visible in the dim light. The dampness in the room made her feel cold and she was distracted by it. She longed to take Guran's warm body into her hands. He came back toward her with his limp penis and balls shaking from side to side, visible between his open shirt lapels. He had a wicked grin on his face, the one that she had grown to be vary off. He had cupped the object in his palm and his hands now were back at her breasts. To her horror she discovered he had a sharp nail. She opened her mouth to scream. He quickly shut her mouth with his free hand and whispered into her ears "don't worry, I wont hurt you". He held the nail as if he were holding a piece of chalk and drew circles around her breasts. The cold nail left a red trail on her fair skin as it traced tantalizing circles around the periphery of her breasts. The circles grew smaller and smaller with each spiral. Guran slowly in creased the pressure. The nail was slowly starting to scratch her as it reached her nipples in a tantalizing spiral. Then without a word he pressed the nail hard on her nipple and simultaneously inserted his finger in her cunt. The nail must have pressed her nipple for not more than an instant, though She felt sharp pain, her nipples grew big, indicating the degree of excitement that she felt. She was heading closer to an orgasm. Guran laughed looking at her expression. Her nipple was now redder in color. He quickly licked the sensitive tip with his thick tongue and the sucked it leaving a huge trail of saliva. He then cupped her breasts with nail squeezed between his palm and her breasts. He started repeated the same motions. This time it was more exciting because of presence of the cold sharp nail. This went on indefinitely and she stood there like an inert statue with her eyes closed. Guiding Hand of Fate Ch. 2 Suddenly he removed his hands. She opened her eyes to see him go to the dark cupboard in the corner. He came back with damp pieces of cotton. He took one piece and held it between his thumb and fore finger and starting tracing circles around her nipples. A drop of water dripped its way out and flowed down her breasts and stomach. She moaned with pleasure as her nipples stiffened even more. He rubbed the cotton till it dried out on her nipple. He repeated the same on her other breast. Her nipples now stood out looked like little peanuts. He once again applied his teeth to it while using his fingers to tweak the other. Her hips were rotating and she ground her legs together to satisfy her aching cunt. After what seemed like an eternity, Guran finished with her nipples and dropped the cotton on the floor. He now reached behind her and cupping her buttocks, he squeezed them gently and enjoyed the taste and sight of her stretched tits to his heart's content. She was loosing her patience rapidly. She broke away from Guran and lay down on the crude bed, upon the floor, lifted her legs and spread them, displaying her cunt. She looked at him in the eye and said "I cant wait any longer, please be quick about it". He looked down at me sneeringly said, "We will do something new. I've just started now". "Turn over and show me your ass". She turned around and displayed her back and buttocks. He walked to the corner of the room, leaving me to wonder about what tricks he had to play this time. He came back with the usual grin on his face and feather duster in his hands. It was bushy feather duster, one which is typically used dust delicate objects. He squatted beside the bed as if he were going to shit. Her ass was tensed in anticipation. He ran his feather dust softly across her buttocks. The feeling was simply sensational. He grinned widely as he realized that she was enjoying herself. He ran it back and forth brushing her ass ever so gently. "I like to tease your ass" he said as he saw squirming her hips and moaning. The soft bristles seemed create static, causing the little strands of hair on her body to stand up in excitement. A strange feeling came over her body, and she could feel her ass muscles tensing. He paused every now and then. She would immediately moan and raise her buttocks to touch the brush. Guran laughed and continued. All her senses were captured by what she felt on her ass. He then changed directions, rubbed the brush up and down her ass crack. Gently, but steadily he brushed her crack. This was even more exciting. She squirmed and moaned in sheer pleasure and delight. She unflexed her buttocks to the extent she could so that the brush would touch every square inch of her crack. It was quite a site to see her ass dance to the tune of lust, sung lustily, by Guran's doings. As she was wondering what was next, he kneeled one foot on the round and asked her to lie down bending over it. Her head and breasts were hanging free while her ass was displayed to him. He dropped the brush and started kneading her ass with both his hands. He would run a finger down her crack and stop just short of her anus. Then he started to explore her anus, running his finger in and out, causing her to squirm and fuck herself upon his probe. She unflexed her ass, like she waiting for that painful stubborn fart escape the deep recess of her asshole. Guran knew what she going through. Soon the bitch would have an orgasm. Predictably, she started to buck wildly and soon, she wetted her thighs, with her vaginal "Bad girl, need spanking" he said, chuckling. He lifted his hands starting spanking her ass in steady rhythmic pace, increasing the force as he went on. Her ass slowly started heating up and turned a dangerous shade of red. Slap, slap slap ...he went, leaving her moaning and wanting more. He toyed with her clit and continued to warm the hemispheres of her buttocks by slapping them hard. Her belly was squirming against his rough hairy thighs. She started to knead her breasts involuntarily, and they seemed to be aching for attention. She squirmed her thighs together in an attempt to ease the itch in her cunt. The itch had reappeared after her orgasm, instantaneously. She could feel her cunt juices wetting them. She was getting tired of his sex games. The itch in her cunt and body had grown ten folds. But Guran was simply not letting go. Her ass was now hurting thanks to all the beating it received. She told him to stop. He continued on, without worrying about her and then without warning, he lifted her and lay her back on the bed. She now expected that he would want to fuck her. But no... He kneeled down with his legs on her sides and gently masturbated himself. His penis grew stiff and started throbbing in excitement. She had wanted a fuck. She could take it no longer. She wanted to do something. She got up and reached for his penis and starting sucking it hungrily. She looked like calf looking up its mother for milk. She reached behind his back and started squeeze his buttocks. He moaned and slowly gyrated his hips, while fucking her face. As she ran her tongue around his prick, he jerked her face toward his crotch, pulling me by her hair. His eyes were closed as he groaned in pleasure. She ran her mouth along the length of his penis. It seemed to grow longer and harder. She held with her fingers and licked the length of it. He continued to moan muttering indecencies under his hot breath. "Suck my seed sacks, do it, quick...aaah yeesss, play with it.... suck it....". She sucked his balls running her tongue under it all the way up to his anus. He turned around and sat on her face. He started grinding his buttocks on her nose and eyes. He loved the feel of her face on his ass. He pulled at her tits and sang songs of lust and sex. After an eternity of grinding, he stood up and made her sit on the bed. He came up to her. His crotch was at the level of her face now. He grabbed her head with both is hands and held it with his palms and rubbed his crotch against her face. The thick bristles of his crotch hair seemed to scratch the delicate face of this girl. His hips and buttocks moved in random circles while his monstrous dark penis rubbed rudely upon a soft and beautiful countenance. Anna had shut her eyes, deeply drawing her breath, and enjoying the feel and odor of his crotch. Guran stepped back slightly and held his penis in his hands. She understood and opened her mouth. He inserted his penis into her mouth. She sucked it hungrily. Guran moaned, enjoying the pleasure while rocking his buttocks back and forth, fucking Anna's face. He was becoming erect as the penis grew inside Anna's mouth and distended her cheeks. The outline of his erect penis was clearly visible as her soft cheeks shifted shape to accommodate Guran's shaft. She moved her mouth back and forth on his penis to match his thrusts, licking and sucking his hard penis. He held Anna by her hair and yanked it around to suit his pleasure. His eyes were shut and his breath was becoming heavier. Guran was now rocking his hips faster, pausing every now and then to remove his penis from her mouth to rub its purplish head and dark length on her cheeks and forehead. His penis would tease her cheeks and then come down to her chin and then back up on the other side while making a pass on her nose and eyes. It left a trail of spit and his pre-sex fluid on her face. He even tried inserting it in her nose jokingly. She reached and toyed with his heavy balls. She took one of them in her mouth and sucked it. Guran moaned and cursed vulgarly under his breath. Her tongue now licked the under side of his heavy balls going down below reaching up to his anus and back. Guran groaned. This woman had learnt how to pleasure him. He held her tight his animal instincts driving him to cause her pain. Anna enjoyed this. She continued and licked and sucked his balls. Suddenly he pulled away turned around. He lifted his shirt and presented his buttocks to her. Anna caressed the dark mounds of his buttocks with her pink palms. She admired the skin pigmentation. It was dark brown on the sides becoming deep shade of brown and black at the center. The anus itself was a very dark purple. Guran was busy stroking his penis with one hand. The other hand rested upon his hips. Anna leaned forward nuzzled her face and nose between the globes of his buttocks. Her nose was buried in the moist cleft of his buttocks as she inhaled the musky erotic odor deeply. Guran leaned forward pressed his dark buttocks against her pretty pink face. He straightened up shivering as flicked her tongue at the top of the cleft of his buttocks. She started at top of his buttock cleft and slowly worked her way down. She traced tantalizing lines down the cleft of his buttocks. Her tongue explored the ridge inch by inch licking him on both sides and stretching her tongue to reach the line in the center. She found musky odor erotic and the sweaty fluids sexy. She teased him coming down to the level of his anus and going back up. Guran bent forward as if to beg her to lick his anus. She smiled by continued to tease him. His penis was now throbbing from all the attention his buttocks was getting. Anna now reached down to his anus. Her tongue ran around it. She used her hands to part his buttocks wide. His anus was now a gaping hole, presented in all its obscene glory. Her tongue was boring his anus, as licked and sucked it. The only noise apart from the crows and the wind bristling through the tree leaves, was Anna's sucking as she slurped and licked Guran's anus. The manservant was muttering under his breath while obviously enjoying the rear side treat. Anna happily kneaded the mounds of his buttocks and continued suckle and bore his anus. He masturbated himself vigorously, flexing his buttocks to get it the maximum attention. At this time, somebody was trying to open the door. Anna removed her tongue and went stood in the darkness on the side of the house. Guran pulled up his pants and went to the open door. It was the stable boy Mungu. "What are you doing", he asked in their native tongue? Guran tried to shut the door telling him to come later. The boy persisted "Who are you with"? Guran held the door open for him to see. The boy put his head inside. Anna came forward. "Oh" he said, his eyes opening wide in wonder. The boy winked and smiled at her. "Will she give me" he queried Guran? Anna smiled, understanding what the boy was saying. Guran was telling him to get lost. The boy shook his head in mock disappointment and said "You are a lucky fuck, which is why all the women spread their legs for you". Guran raised his hands to hit him. The boy scooted before Guran could catch him. Guran shut the door and bolted it once more. He turned around smiling and dropped his pants to the floor. His penis had become limp again and he cursed under his breath. Anna sat down on the bench and resumed her unfinished job. This time she licked and sucked his buttocks with increased vigor. The manservant's penis was up and throbbing in no time. After some five minutes of relishing, she signaled him by gently slapping his buttocks. He turned around, gently rubbing his wet ass, as if to prevent Anna's spit from flowing down his thighs. Anna quickly lay down and lifted her skirt exposing her sex. Guran said "Give me your ass, I don't want your vagina". She grinned and got up. She lifted her skirt at the back and exposed her pink and beautiful buttocks to him. He gasped as if he were seeing it for the first time and murmured to himself in his native tongue "Fuck, what a beautiful ass this bitch has been blessed with...". The cool air in the shed excited Anna as her buttocks reacted to the environment. Anna swung her hips from side to side, offering her beautiful backside wantonly. Guran slapped her buttocks and told her "spread your buttocks". Anna obediently parted the globes and presented the round pink furrow of her anus. Guran kneeled on the floor and kissed her buttocks. He then parted the globes and flicked her anus with his tongue. Anna moaned, as she squirmed her buttocks in pleasure. He inserted his thick middle finger and fucked it. She did not even flinch. The manservant took a bottle of oil and applied the oil on his penis and then her buttocks. He poured some oil on his finger and smeared it on the rim of her anus by pawing it, and then inserted his finger to lubricate her anal passage, pushing the sliding oil back inside. Anna squirmed and let him do it. Guran arched his knees a bit and placed his knob on the lips of her anus. Anna separated her legs. He chuckled and started to press his penis into her anus. The head of his penis entered with the hole some difficulty. He grunted and thrust forward grabbing Anna by her hips. Anna moaned as his monstrous penis bored into her anus. Then with a sudden animal thrust he pushed his turgid length in. Anna moaned but remained undisturbed. The manservant was enjoying the tight feel for her anus. Anna pushed backward to accommodate him better. Then the manservant-lover started to move and fuck her anus. He removed his penis for a moment and thrust it inside, once again. Guran held her hips and thrust harder this time. Anna moved backward in unison with his thrusts moaning and enjoying this vulgar attention. Her lover's eyes were now closed as he enjoyed her buttocks. How much he loved this thrusting? He was going to enjoy to his heart's content and more. Every now and then he would remove his cock completely and insert it back inside. Every time he did this he became more aggressive and his low hanging heavy balls slapped against her lower cunt and thighs making a sexy noise. Anna seemed to be loosing her balance every time he thrust forward, but she balanced herself very well. Guran, with his eyes closed and tongue hanging out, continued to fuck her, his senses completely taken by the pleasure, this act was giving him. He did not touch any other part of the body. He just held her hips tight as his penis probed her anal passage. He grabbed her thick hair and yanked it backward as if to pull her towards him as he fucked her hard. Anna moaned in pain as he pulled her hair every time he thrust into her. He would thrust forward and yank her hair backward. In syncopation, Anna would move her ass backward. To an engineer, they would have looked like a mechanism, doing its job mindlessly. To the holy, this act would be blasphemy. To the socially correct, it would have been a scandal. To the artistic, Guran would have looked like a strong warrior mounting his fair mare and Anna a beautiful mare, fit of a strong warrior, her hair the reigns. To the sensual, the sheer pleasure of the act would have been visible on Guran's face and Anna's actions. Guran gasped and sighed as he thrust into her anal passage. She was squeezing a breast or playing with her clit, moaning every time Guran thrust into her. Guran fucked her for 20 long pleasurable minutes and then with a loud grunt he shot his seed up her anus. He hugged her tight for a few minutes, while he emptied himself and removed his penis. It came out mixed with his spunk and her blood. A few last drops of his seed came out of his cock slit and landed on her crack. There was a smell of shit and sex in the air. He quickly moved away and wore his pants. Anna let her skirt drop down and adjusted her hair and dress. They kissed quickly. She then turned toward the door and left. She had not even cleaned herself. The manservant's cum had oozed out her anus and wetted her thighs. She savored the flavor by squeezing her legs together and squirming her anus in an effort to keep the seed from flowing out. The manservant watched her, chuckling. He lit a crude cigar and inhaled deeply. Outside the birds chirped and the wind continued to bristle through the trees. ****** The word soon got around and all hell broke loose. There words first and then sentences. Before it became a folk tale, Lord Edgmont got to know of it. The obvious followed, with a lot of words and talks on castrating Guran. Upon Anna's advice, Guran hid himself in the antechamber next to her mother's bedroom. Her mother hardly ever used it and her father never went there. In fact the room was lost to everyone. It carried some old furniture and was kept locked at all times. The butler's wife dropped food for Guran and he came out only at nights to fuck Anna and the butler's wife in jolly threesomes. Even this did not last long. Anna's pregnancy had come to light and Lord Edgmont was wild with rage. Anna had not hidden the fact that Guran was father. She wanted to marry him. But of course, Lord Edgmont would not hear of it. Even though the servants of the house knew it, the village folks were still ignorant. Lord Edgmont had all the servants killed in rapid succession. Many of them perished in a sudden fire in the servant's quarters. Others who escaped were simply shot, and dubbed as thieves and thugs. After all his word was the law. However one servant, who was in the antechamber of his wife's bedroom and his sympathizer survived the massacre. ****** Knowing that abortions were tricky, Lord Edgmont sent Anna to their summer home in hills for delivery. This was done surreptitiously. A midwife who was also a mercenary would deliver the baby. The baby would never cry or see light. ****** The baby boy's eyes were shut. An ugly sharp knife threatened end this representation of innocence. Anna was in a blissful sleep, after the delivery. Suddenly, the midwife realized that she could not breathe any more. She was rudely pushed to the floor. A man stood over her and stabbed her again with an ornate but atavistic warrior knife, this time in heart, and lights went out around her. ****** The butler's wife slapped the baby to life. She cleaned the baby and wrapped it in a piece of cloth. Guran leaned over to kiss Anna for the last time. He took the baby into his arms and held it gently against his shoulder, and holding the butler's wife's hands, he walked off into the rising sun. The Beginning My prayers for peace on earth Cross A Note: This part about the string of beads is not imagination. The practice apparently existed in the ancient Far East. Please don't try it without consulting your friendly, neighborhood, physician. Disclaimer: As usual this story is purely fictional. It has no bearing with any living person or persons or legal entities and blah, blah, blah. (I must thank all my readers for encouraging me to write part two of GHOF. As ever, I welcome your comments and suggestions for improvement).