Andrea and Gillian by Tafod Arian (Hetero sex, NC, Humiliation, Lesbian 
sex, Spanking, Threesome)

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'Andrea and Gillian' contains graphic non-consensual as well as 
consensual sexual scenes between adults and teenagers. This story is 
FICTION. It does NOT depict the relationship between actual living 
people. It is NOT intended for readers under 18 or those who are easily 
offended by pornography. It is NOT for the squeamish. If you are UNDER 
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This story is dedicated to Melanie - she knows why.


Part 1

I had returned to Wales for a week to recover after the events in 
Switzerland and I already had my flight booked to go back to finish the 
job there before the end of Jonathan and Jane's honeymoon (see 'The 
Climbing Hut'). I needed some entertainment while I was back in the 
valley and, looking out of my window, I began to wonder if it had 
arrived!!

I saw a removal van pull up at the house next door. It was followed by 
a small car out of which got a woman in her early thirties and a girl 
of about fifteen. The woman was about five foot eight and blonde with 
long hair falling to just past her shoulders. From what I could see at 
a distance she looked rather pretty although her figure was hidden 
under a loose sweater but she was wearing jeans which displayed a 
promising bottom. The girl was slim and wearing tight jeans and wore a 
tee-shirt revealing fairly small breasts which were just suited to her 
slender figure. It seemed probable that they were mother and daughter 
and there did not seem to be a man in evidence.

I spent the day on and off watching them move in and as it began to get 
dark and the removal van had left I took my drink on to my porch 
looking across from the shadow of my trees towards their lighted 
windows, on which of course, they had not yet had time to hang 
curtains. I watched them passing in front of the lighted windows from 
time to time. I was now much closer and I was pleased to see that I had 
not been wrong about the mother at all. She was an extremely pretty 
woman with very fair colouring admirably set off by her blonde hair. 
Now that she had taken off her sweater it was clear that she was well-
made indeed. Her breasts were prominent although still not well 
displayed under a loose shirt but they appeared to have a fine tilt and 
hardly any sag. Her legs and bottom were now more clearly visible and 
as I was closer looked more than promising. She had long slender legs 
running all the way up to a firm bottom, her plump buttock cheeks well 
displayed by the tight denim.

I paid a little more attention to the daughter. As I had thought she 
was slim, much slimmer than her mother with long legs and a rather 
small firm bottom. Her breasts were not as small than I had thought 
earlier making perceptible mounds in her tee-shirt. She was also rather 
pretty but not as good-looking as her mother. She would benefit from 
the passing of a couple more years to allow her to fill out and to 
mature a little.

I had just returned to Wales from Switzerland following my encounter 
with Jonathan (see 'The Climbing Hut') and I had three days before I 
planned to return to renew my acquaintance with him and to meet his 
wife Jane, a meeting that I had threatened, that he was terrified of 
but that would happen anyway. I needed some entertainment for the next 
three days and it looked as though it had just moved in next door. How 
convenient!!! It was getting late and I watched the windows next door 
until the lights went out. It was now becoming rather cold as the 
evening dew began to form. I watched the moon rise over the shoulder of 
the mountain and went into my cottage to make some provisional plans.

The daughter was probably too young and inexperienced to make her a 
satisfying target but she was extremely useful in that her being around 
would allow me to terrify the mother into doing anything I wanted. 
However, one can never tell what may develop! Those of you have become 
acquainted with me will know that physical domination is not enough for 
me. I like to get into the heads of the people I encounter so that it 
changes them and they are remade by their meetings with me. I poured 
myself a drink and sat looking into the fire as I listened to the wind 
rattling the windows of the old cottage. I slowly thought the situation 
through and made some tentative plans, necessarily tentative, since I 
had limited time and it was impossible really to foresee what tomorrow 
may bring. I finished my drink, put out the lamp and went to bed 
falling immediately into the dreamless sleep which seems the birthright 
of those who have no conscience.

The following morning I arose early and went for a walk up the 
mountain. I watched the sun rise and looked down at my cottage and the 
small house next door. I had taken a small but powerful pair of 
binoculars with me, not really expecting to see anything. How wrong I 
was! The mother and daughter appeared to think that the house already 
had curtains, or perhaps they thought that the shattered rock and 
heather slopes of the mountain which began at the bottom of their small 
garden were too uninviting for anyone to be up there at that time.

The first one I saw was the daughter. I could see right into her 
bedroom and she had already got up when I saw her first. She was 
wearing a tight tee-shirt and a small pair of black panties which clung 
to and outlined the soft curve of her young bottom. I paid more 
attention to her breasts. Although she seemed a late developer for her 
age under the tight tee-shirt she displayed very promising breast 
mounds. Her legs were long and lovely and nicely complemented her tight 
young bottom. She had tied her hair in a neat pony tail.

I switched my attention to the kitchen window and was rewarded by the 
sight of the mother bending forward over the sink. I instantly saw that 
I would not be disappointed!. They must have spent the day yesterday 
heating the small house and left the heaters on all night because the 
mother was just dressed in a shortie nightie and a pair of matching 
panties in black nylon which left little to the imagination. The 
nightie had a low cut bodice which clung to and accentuated her firm 
breasts. I could see that my original impression had not been mistaken. 
She had very firm outstanding breasts with hardly any sag, quite 
impressive in a woman her age. They were so clearly defined by the thin 
nylon that even at this distance I could see the prominent bulges of 
her nipples against the material and the dark circles of what looked 
like rather large areolae. As the morning light shone through the 
kitchen window it illuminated her figure as though by a spotlight. Her 
hair was loose falling in blonde waves to just below her shoulders and 
I could see that her face was unlined and as pretty as I had previously 
thought. Even at this distance my binoculars showed that she had the 
wide blue eyes that so often accompany fair colouring. She had a long 
slender neck supported on rather square shoulders. The expanse of her 
prominent bosom tapered to a slender but not thin waist and then 
broadened to roomy, but not fat, hips. As she turned I could see the 
outline of a prominent pubic mound defined by the tight high-cut 
panties. When her back was to me as she reached up to a high shelf 
throwing the muscles of her calves and thighs in sharp relief. The 
dimples in the soft flesh behind her knees disappeared as the skin 
tightened as she stretched. Her bottom was shown to advantage in this 
position as the nightie rode up and I could see the whole expanse of 
her buttocks hardly hidden by a thin film of taut nylon which caught in 
and defined the cleft between her cheeks.

"Very nice indeed," I thought, "that will do me fine for the next 
couple of days until I return to Switzerland."

I went down the mountain to my cottage where I had a quick breakfast. 
The windows were open and I could hear the sounds of female voices and 
laughter from next door as they settled in. I began to think that it 
was time that I introduced myself. I went round and tapped gently on 
the back door. The teenager opened it and looked enquiringly at me. 
Since I saw her from the mountain she had dressed in a short red 
pleated skirt about five inches above the knee and another tight tee-
shirt. Her hair was still in the pony-tail. She looked even younger 
than I had originally thought.

"I live next door," I said, "Can I have a word with your mother?"

At this the mother came into the kitchen and gave me a ready smile. Her 
hair was still loose around her shoulders. She had dressed in a thin 
yellow house-dress, about an inch above the knee, fairly low-cut which 
showed the start of her cleavage. Here legs were bare. She motioned me 
into the room and I shut the door. She held out her hand with an 
infectious open friendliness and said,

"We wondered who was living in the cottage next door. I am Andrea and 
this is my daughter, Gillian. Please sit down, we were about to have 
some coffee."

I sat and chatted as she fussed about getting coffee for us. I was 
watching her closely and my scrutiny was making her self-conscious.

"Just right," I thought, "A little off balance is just fine by me."

Andrea chattered on inconsequentially and I just sat and quietly drank 
coffee watching the pair of them. It appeared that Gillian had been 
invited that evening to the Chapel youth club so that she could get to 
know some of the young people in the village. Things were working out 
quite nicely.

"You have an awful lot to do here, Andrea," I said quietly, "I have to 
go into Caernarfon this afternoon but I'll be back about four. If 
Gillian is going to be out why don't I come in and help you? You need 
some shelves putting up and the curtains should really be up before 
tonight."

Andrea looked doubtful. I had introduced myself by name when I came in 
and I now had an unexpected ally in Gillian.

"Go on, mum," she said eagerly, "if Mr Evans is here to help you, you 
won't be alone and I can stay at the youth club a little longer."

"Thanks very much," Andrea said shyly, "come round when you are free 
and we can have some supper before Gillian comes home."

She looked at me and blushed. It was clear that she feel a little 
excited and uncomfortable at the prospect of being alone with me. These 
were just the sort of feelings I wanted her to have. I left soon 
afterwards and drove down the pass into the town where I completed 
everything I had to do and returned to the cottage at about three 
o'clock. I had a long bath and changed into loose trousers with no 
underwear and a white silk polo-necked sweater. I went next door and 
tapped lightly. Andrea opened the door almost immediately and smiled 
rather nervously at me. She had changed into a short white pleated 
skirt and a rather tight-fitting low-cut white blouse through which I 
could see the tantalising lacy cups of her bra. She did not appear to 
be wearing a slip. She had put on dark stockings or tights since the 
morning. I thought that her attire was a little odd if she intended to 
do much in the way of putting up shelves and curtains!.

Gillian was dressed in a very pretty pale yellow high-necked, rather 
short, dress and was also wearing dark stockings or tights. her little 
breasts bulging the dress front discreetly but sweetly.

"You look beautiful, Gillian," I said.

She blushed and smiled shyly at me. Just then we heard the sound of a 
car horn.

"That will be my lift," Gillian said brightly, "have fun!"

"Just a minute, Gillian," I said, taking a twenty pound note from my 
pocket and handing it to her. "Have a good time."

She gave a squeal of joy and pressed her slim young body against me for 
a moment, kissing my cheek and then she was gone. I looked around the 
room. They had clearly been working very hard since the morning and the 
curtains were already up. The house was considerably tidier and a lot 
of the junk of the move was no longer evident. I smiled at Andrea.

"You don't seem to need me as much as you did this morning," I 
remarked, "you have got on very quickly."

"Yes," she answered, "once we started it all went well. I am really too 
tired to do any more tonight. Would you like to stay for supper?"

I thanked her and sat down on the large comfortable settee in front of 
the fire. Andrea got me a drink and was bustling around in the kitchen 
and I could smell a delicious aroma through the open door. I got up and 
went and stood in the open doorway watching her. As it had this morning 
it made her uncomfortable. She seemed very shy. As she bent to the 
oven, her blouse fell away from her chest a little and I looked 
straight down into her bosom. She had really splendid breasts standing 
high and proud with a very deep cleavage. She caught me watching her 
and she reddened under my scrutiny. I just smiled to myself. She served 
an excellent casserole and we had supper talking generally, or rather 
she was talking nervously, almost compulsively, and I was listening. I 
got the history of her and Gillian with no real difficulty. She was 
recently divorced and had come to Wales hoping for some quiet and a 
change of scene to try to put her life back in order.

We took our coffee and some rather nice brandy to the settee and I sat 
a little closer to her than she perhaps expected. I put my glass down 
and casually put my hand on her thigh just above the knee under the hem 
of her dress, caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh through her 
stocking with my fingers. She gasped and closed her thighs putting her 
hand over mine and trying to move it.

"My God!" she gasped, "what are you doing? You can't do that!"

I tilted her chin towards me and looked into her frightened eyes.

"You just think I can't," I said menacingly, "don't even try to 
struggle."

I had gathered from her general air both this morning and this evening 
that she was a submissive rather than a dominant personality which was 
good. I wanted to have everything I wanted from her without having to 
seriously physically hurt her too much. She looked terrified as her 
wide blue eyes gazed with horror into mine.

"You can have a choice," I said, "I want some fun for the next couple 
of days before I go away and it is either going to be with you or with 
Gillian."

"Oh my God!" she gasped again, "you couldn't be so wicked as to touch 
my baby. She is only fifteen."

"Well," I said, "the choice is yours. It is either you or your baby!"

She began to cry. Things were going rather well. Those of you that know 
me will know that I am never crude. I could have simply stripped and 
raped her but that would not have satisfied me. I needed to get inside 
her head and to allow her to humiliate herself. I wanted to remember 
the next couple of days. I took my hand off her knee and lay back 
looking at her.

"I could do with another drink," I said casually.

She jumped up as though the settee was red hot. Clearly she felt better 
if there was some distance between us. What she didn't realise was that 
I had also got up and followed her to the sideboard where the drinks 
were laid out on a small tray. When she tried to turn she realised that 
I was right behind her. She gasped and stiffened. I was also stiff and 
I moved closer so that my erect prick was pressed against the cleft of 
her bottom. I had her trapped against the sideboard and she could not 
move. I could feel her trembling and could hear her terrified panting 
breathing. I lowered my lips to her neck and gently kissed her just 
where her neck and shoulder joined. She shuddered. I put my hands 
lightly on her waist, well below her breasts and whispered into her 
ear,

"Now we are going to have a little talk. There are a few things about 
you and Gillian that I want to know."

She gave a quiet sob. I kissed her neck again and as I bent forward I 
could see down her cleavage. I could also smell the perspiration of a 
frightened woman. I moved my hands slightly so that they were resting 
on the soft swell of her hips; I could feel the elastic of her panties 
through the thin dress and I could also feel the outline of a suspender 
belt. Good, she was wearing stockings, not tights.

"When were you last fucked?" I asked casually. She gave a loud gasp and 
stiffened in horror.

"You crude animal," she said harshly, her voice trembling. "You can't 
use that kind of language to me." I laughed again.

"You will be surprised what language we will both be using in the next 
couple of days, Andrea. Now, I don't usually ask questions twice but on 
this occasion I'll make an exception. You don't really need to find out 
what will happen if you are disobedient or if you annoy me. When were 
you last fucked?"

There was a long silence and I just stood holding her hips and waiting. 
I knew how frightened she was and that it would take her a moment or 
two to adjust to the situation and to get her thoughts straight. She 
had one or two attempts at answering and then stammered,

"I told you that I was divorced. My marriage had not been good for a 
couple of years. My husband and I only made love about once a month and 
towards the end it was much less than that. I haven't made love for 
about a year."

"That's not what I asked you," I said, "I asked when you were last 
fucked. Now get the words right or you'll be sorry."

She tried desperately to get the words out but found it almost 
impossible. I knew how she was feeling but I also knew how important it 
was for her to realise that I was in complete control and could make 
her do anything I wanted. Finally she whispered wretchedly,

"I was last fucked about a year ago."

"There you are," I said cheerfully, "that wasn't so hard was it? Now 
tell me about Gillian. She seems very young for her age. Do you think 
that she is a virgin?" I heard her horrified gasp.

"Of course she is a virgin," she stammered, "she has never had a 
serious boyfriend and her father was very cold towards her. She doesn't 
know how to behave around men." I laughed again.

"I think that I can help to bring Gillian on a little for you. Would 
you like that?"

She gasped with horror again and I could feel her body begin to tremble 
more under my hands. I slid my hands from her hips round on to her 
plump belly and pulled her firmly against my prick.

"Please leave Gillian alone," she begged, "I'll do anything." I just 
laughed and slid my hands back to her waist and kissed her neck. I took 
my hands from her waist, left her standing by the sideboard without 
touching her further and went and sat down on the settee.

"Bring my drink over here," I commanded brusquely, "put it on the table 
and stand in front of me."

She brought my drink and stood uncertainly in front of me twisting her 
hands nervously.

"I don't want to have to sit looking up at you," I said. "kneel down 
just in front of me."

The frightened woman did exactly as I had ordered her to without 
further protest. It was interesting how much domination I had already 
achieved by just holding her chin and threatening her with paying 
attention to Gillian. She really was a truly submissive character. It 
was time to turn this more to my advantage.

"Now we are going to talk but when you are kneeling in this position, 
which you will be doing quite a lot, you put your hands behind your 
back keep your head up, looking into my eyes so that your breasts stick 
out, and you separate your thighs widely. If you forget I have ways of 
making you remember that you will surely regret. Now do it!"

Against her will but to afraid to refuse, the terrified woman put her 
hands behind her back and sat up with a straight back. Her prominent 
breasts were nicely displayed. She reluctantly began to open her thighs 
and, seeing the look in my eyes quickly continued until they were 
widely splayed. I looked down at her with some pleasure. She was an 
exciting, enticing sight for any man. Her blue eyes were wide with fear 
and her blonde hair fell in soft waves to her bare shoulders. In the 
position she had been forced to assume her breasts strained against the 
thin silk of her white blouse and the lacy cups of her bra were 
prominently displayed through the thin material. Her short skirt had 
ridden high on her plump thighs and I could see the tops of her 
stockings just under the hem of the skirt.

"Were you a virgin when you were married?" I asked casually, "I want 
you to tell me about your sexual experience with your husband before 
you were married. Tell me what you used to do together and how far your 
sexual experience extended. You better think carefully. I will give you 
one chance to choose the right words and I will correct you once only. 
After that I will punish you and you will be really sorry. Well, I'm 
waiting and my patience is running out!"

She went pale and clearly found talking about intimate subjects with a 
man difficult, particularly with a man who an hour after he had entered 
her house had her kneeling submissively in front of him with her thighs 
spread.

"I was a virgin" she whispered, "my husband never fucked me before we 
were married. He used to touch my breasts over the clothes when it was 
dark and once, when we were swimming he put his hand down inside my top 
on to my bare breast. He never touched my sex at all and I never 
touched his."

I sat looking down at her with a faint smile.

"That was pathetic, Andrea. I told you to use the proper words and you 
know what they are. Now unless you want me to punish you, let's go over 
that again, for the last time and properly this time. This is what 
happened. You were last fucked a year ago. Your husband used to feel 
your pretty tits through your clothes and once he got his hand on your 
bare tit. He never felt your cunt and you never touched his prick 
before you were married. Is that right?" She looked up at me with 
horror, her body was trembling making her breasts quiver deliciously 
and nodded dumbly. I just looked at her.

"My husband used to feel my tits through my dress," she whispered, "but 
he never felt my cunt and I never saw or felt his prick until our 
wedding night."

"Did he have a big prick?" I asked, "how would you know anyway? How 
many pricks have you felt?"

"Just his," she whispered.

"All right then," I said, "feel mine and tell me if it is bigger."

"I couldn't!" she gasped in horror, "I just couldn't."

"You don't have a lot of choice," I said, "have you forgotten what I 
said about Gillian?" She began to cry quietly but took her hand from 
behind her back and began to move it towards my thigh. I just lay back 
with my thighs apart as she came between them to reach me.

"Pull my zip down and feel me properly, Andrea," I ordered. Her 
delicate hand reached for my zip and as she did, she bent towards me 
and the soft springy flesh of her tit pressed against my knee. She 
gasped but slowly pulled my zip down. She looked up at me, blushing and 
afraid. I pressed my knee against the flesh of her plump tit, making 
her gasp again.

"Don't move your body," I ordered, "just put your hands in my trousers 
and feel my prick and balls."

The frightened woman put her soft hand into my fly and gasped as she 
felt my hairy balls and the shaft of my semi-erect prick. Under her 
touch it quickly became firmer and protruded from my trousers. She 
hastily withdrew her hand. I just looked at her and she quickly put her 
hand back on my prick.

"Did our husband like you to toss him off? I asked. She nodded, not 
speaking. "Well why don't you just give me a nice wank while we talk. 
Would you say that my prick is bigger than your husband's?"

She may have been naive but she knew what I wanted and she also knew 
that she better not pretend. As the frightened woman bent forward, her 
blouse fell away from her chest again and I could see right down her 
cleavage to where her big firm breasts were encased in a flimsy lacy 
white bra. She began to give me a nice slow wank, looking into my eyes.

"Much bigger," she whispered.

"And did you used to suck your husband off?" I asked. She looked 
absolutely stunned.

"That is so filthy, he would never have asked me to do anything like 
that," she said with horror in her tone. I just laughed.

"Stand up," I said abruptly. She reluctantly got to her feet. "Now take 
off your panties and give them to me," I ordered. She hesitated, until 
she saw the look in my eye and slowly peeled her white nylon panties 
down her legs and held them out to me. I just let her stand there 
holding them, knowing how humiliated this was making her feel. Finally 
I took them from her and slipped them into my pocket. "That will be 
something nice for me to remember you by," I chuckled. I patted the 
couch beside me. "Sit down," I ordered, " and carry on wanking me off"

She sat down and, putting her soft hand on my prick began to slowly 
toss me off again. I immediately put my arm round her above her waist 
on to her chest just below her tit. I could feel her trembling as I 
moved my hand up until my thumb was brushing the lower curve of her 
full breast. With the other hand I turned her chin towards me and, 
looking into her wide blue eyes I put my lips onto hers and began to 
gently kiss her. She was trembling violently. I slowly increased the 
pressure of the kiss until, despite herself, her lips parted and 
brushing them with the tip of my tongue I insinuated my tongue between 
her lips which reluctantly parted and I took possession of her cool 
mouth which I began to leisurely explore. I gently played around her 
cheeks and gums and sucked on her reluctant tongue. Her hand tightened 
on my prick. I moved my mouth from hers for a moment and said,

"Just wank me a little harder, Andrea darling, you are quite good at it 
already but when I have finished with you, you will be perfect."

I casually moved my hand up on to her fleshy tit and began to feel her 
through her thin blouse and bra. She gasped but did not protest as she 
knew that it would be useless. I slid my hand down inside the silk of 
her blouse until I felt the cup of her bra and then slipped inside that 
as well. I could now feel the softness of her bare tit with the hard 
button of her nipple against my fingers but her bra was too tight to 
give me much scope.

"Unfasten your bra, Andrea, "I whispered into her ear through her soft 
hair. She gave a sob, reached behind her and unfastened the clasp. I 
now had complete freedom and I began to thoroughly feel her bare tit 
twisting her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until it erected.

"You have lovely tits," Andrea, I said, "did your husband enjoy playing 
with them?" She nodded. "I didn't hear that." I said warningly.

"He used to come up behind me when I was washing up and put his arms 
round me and feel me," she said.

"And did he feel your plump arse while you were washing up?" I asked

"He sometimes put his hand up my skirt and felt between my legs," she 
whispered "but he didn't do anything dirty!"

I just laughed and squeezed her soft fleshy tit until she gasped with 
pain. I turned her face to mine and began to roughly kiss her, raping 
her mouth with my tongue, and leaving her in no doubt how things stood.

"Listen Andrea, and listen good," I said quietly and menacingly, "you 
are mine now to do as I like with. All that matters is my pleasure. If 
you are a good girl and behave yourself and, most importantly, try to 
please me, then I might leave Gillian alone - but I might not. I 
certainly won't be able to resist doing something with her but if you 
are a good girl and do everything I tell you then I may not fuck her. 
How about that for a deal?"

"Oh God!" she whispered, "what have I done to deserve this? Please, 
please leave Gillian alone."

I glanced at the clock and it was getting late. I knew that Gillian 
would be home soon. I took my arm from around Andrea's trembling body 
and casually zipped my trousers. I looked into her frightened eyes and, 
just for the hell of it gave her another deep demanding kiss. I 
released her.

"You can tidy yourself up before Gillian comes home," I said to the 
frightened blonde. Fasten your bra and pull your skirt down but don't 
put any panties on. When Gillian comes in, invite me for breakfast with 
you both tomorrow. I want to see Gillian before she goes to school. You 
and I are going to spend the day together tomorrow and you are to wear 
your sexiest, shortest low-cut dress with stockings and suspenders but 
no bra or panties. You will wear high heeled shoes, as high as you 
have. You are to be dressed like this when I come for breakfast and you 
better be dressed like it when you get Gillian up. I want her to see 
how her mother is going to look in the future."

She just looked dumbly into my eyes as she reached behind her and 
fastened her bra.

"I couldn't dress like that in front of Gillian," she said, "what would 
she think? She has never seen me without a bra, I would look like a 
tart."

"Exactly," I said, "now you are getting the message. From now on you 
are my tart and Gillian will have to get used to it. What do you think 
that she will think when she sees me feeling you in front of her? 
Suppose that while you are serving breakfast I let her see me run my 
hand up your thigh under your short skirt on the bare flesh and then 
feel your cunt. Do you think that she would like that? Or do you think 
she would like it if I just pulled you on to my knee in front of her 
and felt you up while I was talking to her about school?"

"You couldn't be so wicked as to do that to a mother in front of her 
daughter," she gasped with pleading in her broken tones.

"You have no idea how wicked I can be," I just laughed "now comb your 
her, Gillian will be home soon." She rushed to do as I said and soon 
looked well-groomed again. She had repaired her make-up and 
straightened her blouse. I knew both that she felt naked and vulnerable 
with no panties under her short skirt. She sat on a chair opposite me 
and her short skirt rode high on her slender thighs. She sat with her 
thighs together and avoided my eyes.

"Andrea," I said, "when you are sitting you are never to have your 
thighs closed, now spread them! The only exception is when Gillian is 
around. For now, you can keep your thighs together but at all other 
times I want be able to see up your skirt any time I want to look."

She looked into my eyes and slowly spread her thighs. Her skirt rode up 
above her stocking-tops and I could see the groove of her hairy blonde 
cunt slightly gaping. She saw me looking at her cunt and blushed 
deeply.

"You have a very pretty cunt, Andrea," I said, "I shall certainly enjoy 
getting to know it. You are much more hairy down there than I would 
have expected. Don't you ever shave your cunt?" She looked shocked and 
her legs were trembling.

"Never," she gasped, "I never even thought of such a thing." I looked 
into her eyes again. I thought that I could entertain myself with her a 
little more before Gillian came home.

"Get me a drink Andrea," I ordered and then go and sit down as you 
were." She rushed to the sideboard and poured me a brandy and then 
returned to her chair and spread her legs.

"That's a good girl," I said, "You are learning. Let's talk about 
Gillian. Do you ever see her naked these days or is she too shy. Does 
she have a hairy cunt like yours?" She gasped again and looked dumbly 
at me. I just waited.

"I don't often see her naked," she whispered, "but I can see the hair 
through her nightie sometimes."

Just then we heard a car and a moment later the door opened and Gillian 
bounded in. She looked young and fresh and her cheeks were flushed from 
the cold night air. I could see Andrea struggling to behave normally.

"Did you have a good time, darling?" she asked and I could hear the 
quaver in her voice.

"It was lovely," she replied in her high-pitched voice and I could hear 
the upper class accent of the Home Counties strong in it. Curious I had 
not noticed this before in her mother but it was clear now that these 
were two bitches from the upper classes who after the divorce had come 
down to earth with a bang. "The money that Mr Evans gave me was so 
useful! I was very popular tonight." I just smiled at her and looked 
significantly at Andrea.

"Would you like to come and have breakfast with us in the morning 
before Gillian goes to school?" she asked. Gillian gave a little 
squeal.

"Oh! Please do!" she begged. I just smiled.

"I'll see you both about seven thirty then, I will look forward to it." 
I finished my drink and got up. "Don't worry," I said to Andrea, "I'll 
see myself out. Good night and sweet dreams to you both" I closed the 
door gently on Gillian's sparkling excited eyes and those of her 
mother, blue and wide-eyed with concern.

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Part 2

I went for my usual morning walk on the mountain after rising early to 
watch the sun rise. I looked down at my cottage and the house next door 
but unlike yesterday morning my fun was spoiled by the new curtains 
over the windows.

At about seven thirty I tapped on the back door of their small house. 
It was immediately opened and I looked with a lot of pleasure at 
Gillian. She looked excited to see me and, seizing my hand pulled me 
into the kitchen. She clearly had an affectionate trusting personality. 
I let her hold my hand while I inspected her. She was dressed for 
school in a short pleated grey skirt with dark tights and a white 
blouse, unbuttoned at the neck with just one button unfastened. She 
looked like a young colt, tall and leggy with a small bottom, the 
mounds of her young breasts evident against the front of her blouse 
which was sufficiently thin for me to see that she was wearing a bra. 
She was chattering on about how excited she was about going to a new 
school and I just listened indulgently as she ran on.

"Where's your mother?" I asked. Gillian called her and Andrea came into 
the kitchen from the sitting room. She saw me holding Gillian's hand 
and went pale. I released her daughter's hand and looked at the anxious 
young mother. She had clearly been badly frightened by last night's 
events and as far as I could tell from a quick inspection she had 
complied with all my demands. She was wearing a low-cut yellow dress 
that showed her deep cleavage and, indeed, left the upper halves of her 
plump breasts bare. She was not wearing a bra and I could see her 
nipples protruding against the thin material of her dress but she had 
tried to preserve some modesty by wearing a pale yellow slip. I got 
tantalising flashes of lace under her short skirt as she walked into 
the room. Her dress was very short, barely covering the tops of her 
stockings and she was wearing shoes with at least a four-inch heel. 
Without the support of a bra her breasts bounced and trembled with 
every step and the high-heeled shoes caused her bottom to protrude 
enticingly. Gillian looked at her mother in some surprise. ""You look 
nice today, Mummy!" she said, "are you going out?" I just looked at 
Andrea.

"Nowhere special darling," she said, "I thought that it would be nice 
to dress up as we have company!"

"And very nice you look," I complimented her. She looked warily at me 
and began to serve the breakfast as Gillian and I sat at the table. To 
increase Andrea's anxiety I began to tease Gillian by tickling her 
thighs under the table until she had a paroxysm of giggling, tightly 
clasping her young thighs against my tickling fingers. Her mother 
hurriedly served the breakfast which passed without further incident.

After breakfast I pushed my chair back and watched Andrea clearing the 
breakfast things away. She looked self-conscious in her short low-cut 
dress and high heels as she saw her daughter watching her. Gillian got 
her things together for school and we heard the bus coming which was to 
pick her up. This was a minibus which made a round trip around all the 
outlying farms picking up the schoolchildren. Gillian put her blazer on 
and was about to pick up her bag when I called her to me. I took a five 
pound note from my pocket and offered it to her.

"Something to help ease the day," I smiled.

"Gosh! Thanks ever so much!!" she gasped. I looked over at Andrea and, 
taking her daughter's hand I pulled her down onto my knee. I arranged 
it so that her young thighs were parted and I pressed my thigh up into 
her cunt. I kept my eyes on Andrea's terrified wide-eyed stare as I 
said to Gillian, "Don't I get a little kiss then?" She giggled and 
pressed her young body against mine and, raising her lips, gave me an 
immature teenager's kiss. I put my arm round her, pressed my thigh 
harder against her young virgin cunt, and slipped my hand, holding the 
note inside the lapel of her blazer.

"Let me put your money away for you," I said sliding it into her inside 
pocket and then while looking into the young mother's eyes I tightened 
my arm around Gillian and casually fondled her daughter's immature 
young breast through her thin bra. Her breast was fuller and springier 
than I had expected. There is nothing nicer than a teenaged girl's 
immature developing tit. It made a lovely handful through her blouse 
and bra and I fancied that I could feel her young nipple against the 
palm of my hand. Time seemed to stand still as I felt the teenager 
while her mother watched in sick fear. Then Gillian giggled and 
squirmed off my lap. She was laughing, "Mummy, isn't Mr Evans naughty?" 
she giggled, grabbed her bag and was gone through the door to the bus. 
I sat and looked at Andrea while I drank my coffee. My continued 
scrutiny was making her uncomfortable.

"Well, Andrea," I said, "Did you enjoy having to stand watching me 
feeling your daughter and not being able to do anything about it? I am 
going to have a lot more fun with Gillian, I can tell you but before 
that I am going to enjoy myself with you. Make some fresh coffee and 
come through into the sitting room. You may as well get used to it. You 
are mine now and you do everything I tell you without question." I 
walked up to her and kissed her deeply squeezing her plump breast hard 
until she gasped with pain into my mouth. I put my other hand behind 
her and slipped my fingers between the cleft of her protruding 
buttocks.

"Spread your legs," I said quietly but firmly and hurt her breast a 
little more. She gasped and stood bowlegged while I felt her cunt 
through her short skirt. She was flushed and panting as I gave her 
nipple a last twist through the dress and left her standing there 
shaking. "Coffee, Andrea!" I ordered brusquely and went into the 
sitting room to relax on the large settee in front of the fire.

She brought the coffee and put it on a small table beside me. I let her 
pour me a cup and looked up at her.

"Kneel Andrea," I said, "you know the position." At once she knelt in 
front of me with her hands behind her straight back and her thighs 
widely spread. Her frightened eyes looked up into mine. I lay back 
drinking my coffee and inspected her at my leisure. I looked up her 
short dress to the gash of her slightly gaping cunt surrounded by light 
blonde fleece. She was shaking slightly under my scrutiny.

"Did you enjoy seeing me feeling Gillian?" I asked maliciously, "I 
could feel even through my trousers and her knickers that she has a 
plump hairy little cunt. Her tits are not as small as I thought either. 
I am going to have a lot of fun breaking her in."

Andrea was very pale. "You promised that you wouldn't," she said 
miserably. I just looked at her.

"Gillian is very sexy and she clearly likes me. Did you see how eagerly 
she sat on my lap? I doubt if I will be able to keep my hands off her. 
I am just going to feel free to come into your house and touch up your 
daughter whenever the mood takes me. You wont stop me, in fact you will 
take every opportunity to invite me in. Is that clear?" She nodded 
dumbly. "If Gillian wants to sit on my lap you are not to interfere and 
you are to tell her that she is to be friendly towards me. Do you 
understand?" She nodded again. I finished my coffee and stood up.

"Undress me," I ordered. Andrea struggled to her feet and stood looking 
at me. I took her left breast in my hand through her thin dress and 
gave the nipple a vicious twist, She gasped with pain. "Just do it," I 
ordered. The unhappy woman pulled off my tee-shirt and then unbuckled 
my belt. She unfastened my zip, taking care I noticed not to touch my 
prick, and slid my trousers down leaving me in a pair of boxers. I 
stepped out of my trousers. "Take my shorts off" I commanded, and she 
peeled them obediently down my legs. I stood naked in front of the 
trembling sexily-dressed blonde, my prick semi erect. I stood close to 
her looking into her frightened wide blue eyes. "Start wanking me," I 
ordered. She clasped my shaft in her soft hand and began to toss me 
off. I put my hand up her short dress, enjoying the soft lacy feel of 
her slip and felt her naked cunt for the first time. She gasped. 
"Spread your legs," I said and she automatically complied. She was 
standing slightly bow-legged with her thighs spread giving me complete 
access to her naked cunt while she slowly and deliciously tossed me 
off. I thoroughly felt her cunt while looking into her eyes and, 
despite herself, she began to become moist in my hand.

"Listen Andrea," I said quietly, " I am going to do more things to your 
body than you have ever dreamt of and I am going to make you do things 
to me that you would not have believed yourself capable of. You can do 
it one of two ways. You can either resist me all the way in which case 
you will not enjoy anything and I will have to hurt you. I may hurt you 
anyway. I sometimes do that because I enjoy it," she looked afraid, "or 
you can relax and try to co-operate. I assure you that it will become 
easier as time goes on. You have not been fucked for a year and your 
cunt seems ready to me. One way or another I am going to have you any 
way I like. Whether you enjoy it is up to you." She looked dumbly into 
my eyes and submitted to having her cunt explored as she wanked me. 
Against her will she became wetter and wetter in my hand. I began to 
finger-fuck her with two fingers and she began to gasp in time to my 
strokes and her hips began to writhe as she tried to balance on the 
high heels. As I finger-fucked her I squeezed her breast with my other 
hand. I was enjoying hurting her and making her squirm. "Have you ever 
sucked a man off?" I asked. She was silent. I gave her nipple a twist, 
my fingers hard up her wet cunt feeling the lip of her cervix with my 
fingertips. "Well?"

"No," she whispered, "I think that it is dirty and degrading for a 
woman to have to do that." Well, I ask you! What more encouragement 
would I need.

"Get down on your knees, spread your sexy thighs and take my prick into 
your mouth." She began to cry. I began to twist her nipple again 
exerting a downward pressure until I had forced her to her knees. "I 
can force you to do anything I want Andrea," I said, "but I'm tired of 
forcing you. This is your last chance. You either do everything I tell 
you in future, immediately and without hesitation or I'll take my belt 
across your fat sexy arse. You have annoyed me so much by all your 
whining that I may do it anyway before I'm finished. Unless your 
behaviour improves you'll be screaming before the end of the 
afternoon." She just looked up at me in dumb horror. "Kiss my prick," I 
ordered, "then move your lips to the tip and take the tip in your 
mouth." She shuddered but her blonde head moved reluctantly forward and 
she kissed my prick with her soft red lips about three inches from the 
tip. She was crying quietly and continuously. She moved her mouth 
slowly up the shaft of my rod to the tip and reluctantly opened her 
lips.

I moved my hips slightly forward and the tip of my big stiff prick 
entered the moist warmth of her mouth. I pushed it in about an inch and 
let it rest there. She automatically closed her lips round the shaft 
and I looked down with pleasure at the sexy blonde mother on her knees 
before me with my big stiff prick in her mouth. "Now, take my prick in 
your hand and wank me off into your mouth," I said, "on each stroke 
give a gentle suck." She automatically began to follow my instructions 
and before long I was being given a fairly competent blow-job. "Not bad 
for a beginner," I commented, "every so often stop sucking and run your 
tongue around the ridge under the head of my prick." I began to feel 
delicious waves of sensation from my prick passing down my legs and up 
my back. I knew that this would not last long. I took the opportunity 
to torment the distraught woman a little more. "Look into my eyes as 
you suck me off," I ordered, "What do you think that Gillian would 
think of her mother now? I may get Gillian to suck me off later, I 
think that that would be fun." Andrea sobbed on my prick and the warmth 
from my balls grew stronger. I wound my hand in her hair so that she 
could not remove her mouth and began to move my hips, fucking her 
mouth. "Suck harder," I said harshly and she obeyed helplessly. I could 
feel the sperm being sucked out of my balls and I pulled her mouth on 
to my prick further pushing it about four inches in as I came in her 
mouth and blasted a load of hot cum against the back of her throat. She 
began to gag but I held her mouth on my prick relentlessly until she 
had been compelled to swallow it all. A thin white trickle ran down 
from the corner of her red lips on to her chin. She just looked up at 
me in mute horror as she knelt before me with my softening prick in her 
mouth.

I took my prick from her mouth and looked down at her. "Go and get me a 
drink," I ordered, "and then go and clean your teeth." I sat on the 
settee getting over my ejaculation while Andrea brought me a whisky. As 
she leaned over to put it down I grasped the nipple of her dangling tit 
and pulled her down so shat she was lying across my knee. I began to 
twist her hard nipple in one hand and to feel her plump arse with the 
other. I gave her arse a hard slap while twisting her nipple. She 
gasped with pain and I admired the red outline of my hand on the white 
skin of her plump shivering arse. I pulled her further across my lap by 
her tit until her fleshy hairy cunt was rubbing against my semi-erect 
prick. I did not say anything but I just began to spank her starting 
lightly but getting harder and harder until she first began to gasp 
with each slap and then to emit a little squeal. I rubbed my prick into 
her wet hairy cunt and gave her a really hard spanking until her arse 
was a fiery red. She was crying loudly now and squealing with each 
stroke.

I stopped spanking her and thoroughly felt her hot arse, digging my 
fingers into the soft flesh as I rubbed my prick against her wet cunt. 
I pushed a finger up her arse enjoying the way the muscle around her 
hole at first resisted my exploring finger and then seemed to pop open 
and suck me in. I began to casually finger-fuck her arse.

"Oh God!" she gasped, "you mustn't do that!" I just laughed.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do," I said, "Have you forgotten 
the spanking you just had. You can easily have another with my belt if 
you like."

"Please, no!" she begged, "I will do anything." I pushed the sexy 
blonde off my knee on to the floor and she lay looking up at me in 
fear.

"Go and clean your teeth," I said again. She went to the bathroom. When 
she came down from the bathroom she stood uncertainly in the doorway 
looking at me. Her dress was beginning to get sweaty and her nylon slip 
was sticking to her. All her exertions of the last couple of hours were 
having their effect and I could smell the smell of sex and woman 
pervading the room. "Come and sit beside me and give me a wank," I 
ordered, "it is your job to get me hard for what we will be doing 
next." She just looked at me in dumb fear and did as I asked. She 
really was becoming an expert wanker. When I was hard I pulled her face 
to me and began to kiss her clean mouth. I pushed my hand down the 
neckline of her dress and began to feel her plump tit through her thin 
bra. "Do you feel like a fuck?" I asked casually.

"We couldn't," she whispered wretchedly, "I am not on the pill. Please 
use something if you are going to make me." I just laughed.

"Stand up and go over to the fire-place," I ordered, "put your hands on 
the mantelpiece, spread your legs and lean forward with your fat arse 
stuck out and your tits dangling." She took one look at me and knew 
better than to argue and went and did as I had told her. I lay back 
watching the humiliated mother waiting to be fucked. I just let her 
wait while I finished my drink and then I got up and walked over and 
stood behind her shaking form. I pressed my prick against the skirt of 
her dress as I leaned over her and began to maul her dangling tits. She 
gasped with pain as I twisted her nipples. This was one blonde I 
enjoyed making suffer a little. I released her tits and flicked up the 
hem of her dress and slip so that they were lying across her back. The 
red cheeks of her recently-spanked bottom now glowed at me supported on 
slender thighs with sexy dark stockings held up by a pale yellow lacy 
suspender belt. She balanced a little unsteadily on her high heels. I 
put my hand between her spread thighs and began to feel her wet cunt, 
feeling all around the outer lips, gently tugging her pubic fleece 
until she gasped and finally moving to finger-fuck her. "Stick your 
arse out more," I said, and I felt it press more firmly into me. All 
this activity had resulted in my getting hard again and slightly 
bending my knees so that I was at the right angle I slid my eight inch 
stiff thick prick straight up her wet clinging cunt in one easy 
movement until I was buried in her up to the balls.

Her cunt was beautifully moist and clinging. It had obviously not seen 
a lot of action as it was almost as tight as a teenager's. She gasped 
as she felt me fill her. I just relaxed with my stiff prick hard up the 
frightened blonde, smelling her perspiration as I reached under her for 
her hanging breasts and began to feel her through her dress. She 
groaned in anguish as I began to maul her plump tits. I squeezed and 
moulded them just a little too firmly for her to be comfortable and she 
gasped with pain. I felt the internal muscles of her cunt clasp my 
prick a little more firmly. I began to move in her at first gradually 
and then more quickly until I was shafting her with about three 
quarters of my prick. She began to gasp. I seized her tits more firmly 
and pulled her harder against my prick, stopping moving in her for a 
moment as I whispered through her hair, moist with sweat, into her ear,

"I am doing all the work here Andrea, I am going to stay still and you 
press against the fireplace and fuck yourself with my prick." Nothing 
happened for a moment as she tried to comprehend what I meant. I just 
squeezed a nipple warningly and she began to move backwards and 
forwards on my stiff prick fucking herself as I just stood behind her 
playing with her tits. I moved my hands to her hips and steadied her. 
"Stop just a minute," I ordered. I moved my hands to her zip and drew 
it down. I pulled my prick from her tight hole and pushed her dress 
down over her hips. She automatically stepped out of it. "Lose the 
slip," I said, and she shrugged it off still with her back to me. I 
unfastened her bra and she dropped it on to the floor on top of the 
discarded slip. She was now just dressed in a lacy yellow suspender 
belt supporting sheer dark stockings, and a pair of shiny high-heeled 
shoes. She put her hands back on the mantelpiece and bent forward 
offering her arse as I reached round her and pulled her down by the 
bare nipples. I slid straight up the naked young blonde mother's tight 
cunt again and rested with my hairy balls against her arse. "Now, get 
fucking," I said brusquely, and just stood playing with her stiff 
nipples which she fucked herself on my stiff rod. "Do you like that, 
Andrea?" I asked maliciously, "you haven't been fucked for a year, 
haven't you missed it?" There was a long silence while she continued to 
agitate herself on my cock, knowing better than to stop. "Well?" I 
asked.

"This is so wrong," she whispered, "I liked sex when I was married but 
to do it like this is sinful. We are like animals. You are raping me."

I decided that it was time to finish this part of the game. I moved my 
hands from her breasts to her hips and began to fuck her with more 
purpose, pulling her on to my stiff prick. I began to feel the familiar 
warmth in my balls and I made no attempt to delay the ejaculation. I 
rammed my prick as far up her tight hole as I could and shot a load of 
hot cum deep into her unprotected womb. She gave a loud groan. I put my 
lips to her ear, "After that, Gillian may have a little brother or 
sister in about nine months!." She burst into almost hysterical tears 
but didn't dare move as I stood with my softening prick buried up her. 
I pulled my prick from the sweaty blonde and wiped it on her slip. I 
went and sat on the settee. "Get me a drink, something long and cold " 
I ordered the weeping woman. She tottered to the kitchen and brought me 
a glass of iced lemonade. She looked very uncomfortable on her high 
heels and I could see cum running down her thigh. I pointed at the 
floor in front of me and she dumbly knelt down with her hands behind 
her back and her thighs spread her wet cunt gaping open and her 
trembling thighs smeared with cum.

"What am I going to do?" she wept, "I just can't have a baby at my time 
of life, I just can't."

I was tempted to let her suffer but she was coming apart at the seams 
and I still needed her for my afternoon entertainment. "Don't be silly 
Andrea," I said calmly, "all you have to do is to go and see your 
doctor tomorrow and ask for the morning-after pill. While you are there 
get a supply of pills because you will be needing them. I wonder if it 
would be worth putting Gillian on the pill at the same time." She just 
looked at me in dumb horror. I laughed. "Forget about Gillian for the 
time being but get yourself fixed up. You don't want to be asking for a 
morning-after pill after each of my visits." She realised what I had 
been saying and understood it. Now that the fear of an unwanted 
pregnancy had receded she was much calmer.

"I am going for a shower," I said, "and then I'll be in the bedroom. 
Make me a nice light lunch and bring it upstairs with a bottle of 
wine." I left her kneeling in the living room and went for my shower. 
When I was done I relaxed on the clean bed and listened to Andrea 
bustling about down below. I imagined how uncomfortable she must be 
with her stockings sticking to her and her thighs sticky with cum and 
not daring to take off her high heels. She came into the bedroom 
carrying a tray which she put on the bedside table. She had made a nice 
light lunch of fresh rolls, cheese and ham with a bottle of white wine. 
I could see from the dew forming on it that it was nicely chilled.

"Go and have a shower and wash your hair," I said, "put on a nice clean 
nightie and come to bed. We can have some lunch together." She took a 
nightdress from the dressing-table drawer and went to the bathroom. I 
lay dozing until I heard the hairdryer stop and opened my eyes as she 
came back into the bedroom. She looked stunning in a sheer black semi-
transparent shortie nightdress the hem of which just covered her cunt 
which was sharply defined by a pair of matching tight-fitting panties. 
The low neckline displayed a deep cleavage and her prominent nipples 
thrust proudly against the sheer fitted clinging nylon bodice. Her 
clean blonde hair fell in soft waves to her bare shoulders. I looked at 
her in approval.

"You look lovely, darling," I said calmly. She smiled uncertainly. I 
patted the bed beside me and she came and first sat and then lay beside 
me on the bed. She smelled sweet and clean. I poured us some wine and 
we had a light lunch which she seemed to enjoy. It was as though doing 
something ordinary took her mind off the ordeal I was forcing on her. 
When we had finished lunch I lay back and pulled the young mother to me 
so that she was lying half on her front with her plump sexy breast 
pressed against me. I began to gently kiss her and by now as soon as 
our lips met her mouth opened admitting my tongue. I wound one hand in 
her blonde hair enjoying the feel and smell of her softness and put the 
other hand on her bottom fondling and playing with her plump arse 
through her panties as I explored her clean soft mouth. I took my lips 
from hers and looked into her blue eyes.

"Why don't you toss me off, Andrea?" I suggested gently. She gave a 
tremulous smile and began to gently wank me. I felt a real change in 
the atmosphere. Since I had let her shower and put a nightdress on she 
seemed much more relaxed. This could really be to my advantage and I 
began to check how relaxed she really was. I put my lips to her ear and 
began to whisper to her as I carried on gently fondling her plump 
bottom as she wanked me off.

"This morning has been very hard for you darling because I have had to 
force you. You would not have done willingly any of the things we have 
done. That is not right. Sex is to be enjoyed and I don't want to have 
to force you. You used to like sex when you were married and if you are 
honest with yourself you have missed it since. I told you that you were 
mine to do as I liked with and I meant it but how it works is up to 
you. I am going to continue fucking you and if I have to keep forcing 
you I will have to keep hurting you. If you relax you will begin to 
enjoy it and I will not have to force you."

I moved my hand to the front and slipped it under the waistband of her 
panties and moved straight down to her cunt. I gently ran my finger 
down the groove of her slit and she shivered, tightening her grip on my 
prick. Her cunt began to moisten again and I could see that, now that 
her nerves were beginning to settle, that she was an excitable and sexy 
woman. I began to finger-fuck her as gently as I could just using about 
half an inch of my finger She began to pant and rapidly became much 
wetter in my hand. I began to gently kiss her as I moved my exploring 
finger forwards to the hard little bud of her clitoris and I began to 
gently caress and stroke it. She gave a great shudder and pulled her 
lips from mine and buried her face in my chest. Without warning her 
body went into spasm against me as the waves of a powerful orgasm swept 
through her. Her cunt flooded into my hand and I kept on stroking and 
fondling her clitoris. She rolled on to her back, pulled her heels up 
to her arse and splayed her thighs as she came again. I took my hand 
from her wet panties and began to gently feel her breasts through the 
sheer bodice of her nightdress as I gave her a deep kiss which she now 
accepted.

I lowered my lips to her breast and began to suck on her prominent 
nipple through the nylon of her nightdress. Andrea was gently trembling 
from the effects of the two powerful orgasms and her small hand was 
still almost automatically tossing me off. I sucked more powerfully on 
her stiff nipple, drawing the areola into my mouth. She groaned and put 
her hand on my head pressing it into her breast. She clearly had very 
sensitive nipples and having them sucked certainly aroused her. I 
slipped the neckline of her nightdress down and freed a plump breast 
tipped with a bullet-hard nipple on which I immediately began to nurse, 
sucking hard and teasing the stiff proud point with my lips and tongue. 
She groaned again and clutched my hair with her hand, pressing me into 
her. Her heels pressed against the bed and her thighs were so wide that 
I could see the pink slash of her gaping cunt through the dark nylon of 
her wet panties. I took my lips from her breast and whispered into her 
ear,

"Take your panties off, darling." Without hesitating she let go of my 
stiff prick and slid the thin panties down her lovely legs. I began to 
suck her breast again and started to work her up with another gentle 
finger-fuck, teasing her hard little clitoris. This time she took the 
initiative, pulling my head from her breast with her hand in my hair 
and pressing her lips to mine. I put my tongue to her lips which 
immediately parted allowing me the freedom of her mouth. She was 
panting into my kiss as the sensations emanating from her hot cunt 
swept through her excited body. I did not want her to come in my hand 
so I gently rolled on to her between her splayed thighs and, without 
breaking the kiss gently pushed the eight inch length of my stiff prick 
straight up her wet receptive cunt as I looked into her wide baby-blue 
eyes.

I took my lips from hers and raised myself off her so that I could feel 
her plump breasts while I was fucking her. I began a slow gentle fuck 
while I fondled her firm breasts trough the sexy material of her 
nightdress. I was not riding her hard as I wanted her to begin to enjoy 
my attentions. I made sure as I was fucking her that I was far enough 
forward that the front of my prick rubbed and stimulated her clitoris 
with each stroke. I was only using about half of my prick and the 
internal muscles of her cunt were massaging my organ deliciously. I 
looked into her eyes,

"Is this good for you Andrea?" I asked quietly. She bit her lip and 
looked up at me. I knew the struggle that she was having admitting it 
to herself and to me so I just waited, feeling her firm breasts as I 
gently fucked her. She lost the struggle with propriety and decided on 
honesty instead.

"It's lovely!" she whispered shyly, "but we shouldn't be doing it 
really!"

"This is only the start, darling," I said, "you will feel much more 
relaxed as you gain more experience with me. It can't be wrong. We are 
not hurting anyone and it is not wrong to give one another pleasure."

"What about Gillian?" she murmured, "what are we going to do about 
her?"

"Don't worry," I said, "We'll talk about Gillian later. Just 
concentrate now."

I began to fuck her a little harder using a longer stroke and pressing 
deeper into her. It became clear that now she was beginning to relax 
she was not at all inexperienced. Her hips began to move with my 
thrusts until we had worked up a nice rhythm. She clasped her thighs 
around my waist and pulled me hard into her cunt with each stroke. I 
started to ride her more roughly and she began to emit a high pitched 
squeal with each stroke as my stiff prick massaged her hard clitoris. 
She was now writhing and sweating under me, her blue eyes wide and 
staring with the intensity of the emotions that were sweeping through 
her. I could see the tell-tale flush spread from her cheeks to her 
shoulders and down across her upper chest and I felt the warmth in my 
balls and lay further forward on her perspiring body. I squeezed her 
breasts firmly and pressed my lips to hers taking possession of her 
mouth as my prick spasmed and I came up her hot cunt. Simultaneously 
she gave a kind of loud squeal as her whole body was overtaken by 
orgasmic spasms. She was gasping in to my mouth as I withdrew my lips 
from hers and buried my face in her hair lying on her sweating body. 
She sighed and her thighs unclasped from round my waist to lie spread 
and relaxed on the bed. She slowly brought her breathing under control 
as I lay on her with my softening prick in her wet cunt. She moved 
slightly under me and I knew that I was too heavy for her so I moved 
off her and lay on my side admiring the sexy woman I had just fucked to 
a screaming orgasm. I reached out and began to gently fondle her breast 
and she seized my exploring hand in both of hers and pressed it hard to 
her bosom.

I took some tissue and gently cleaned her up a little so that she was 
more comfortable and poured her a glass of cold wine. We sat propped up 
on the pillows drinking wine and eating the last of the lunch. Andrea 
seemed lost in her private world. I squeezed her hand and her wide 
baby-blue eyes looked into mine.

"Did you enjoy that Andrea?" I asked. She looked away momentarily and 
then back into my eyes.

"It was the most lovely feeling I have ever had," she confessed shyly, 
"when I was married I never felt like that with my husband. I have 
never had a proper orgasm before today." I just smiled at her and 
squeezed her hand. It was getting late in the afternoon and it was time 
to be thinking about Gillian coming home.

"Listen, darling," I said, "I don't want to leave you but time is 
getting on. Let's go and have a shower and then we can get dressed. 
Gillian will be home in an hour." She began to look anxious again at my 
mentioning her daughter and I smiled to myself. There was still a lot 
she had to find out about this situation. She was more relaxed with me 
but she was still anxious about my intentions towards her sexy young 
daughter.

I gently drew her off the bed by the hand and slipped her sweaty 
nightdress off her sexy body and led her to the shower. We showered 
together and as I stood behind her under the warm water soaping and 
fondling her sexy tits I was not at all surprised to feel her soft hand 
fondle my hairy balls and reach for my prick which she gently wanked to 
stiffness again. I kissed her neck under the falling water and turned 
her to me. My hand went to her cunt and her thighs immediately and 
responsively parted and with her back against the wall of the warm 
shower under the waterfall of the cascading drops I went between her 
thighs and slid my stiff prick up her in one smooth movement. She 
pressed herself against me and I fucked her to another quick orgasm in 
the warmth of the falling water. I withdrew as she smothered my face 
with kisses and we washed each other all over again! I left her to wash 
and dry her hair and I dried myself and collected my clothes. I relaxed 
on the settee downstairs while I waited for her.

When she came in to the living room she smiled shyly at me and brought 
me a cold beer. She was absolutely beautiful in a high-necked short 
black dress apparently without a bra which clung to her hips and bosom 
and stunningly set off her soft blonde waves. She was wearing sheer 
dark stockings and quite high-heeled shoes. I wondered if she had put 
panties on but I suspected that she had. She looked sexy and 
magnificent, so different from the terrified woman of a few hours 
earlier. She sat close to me on the settee looking into the fire.

"Gillian will be home soon," she said quietly.

"I am not going to harm Gillian," I said, "she is a very affectionate 
girl and I may touch her up a little but only for fun and you have seen 
that she enjoys it. She is possibly just a bit too innocent and I mean 
to help you bring her on a little." Andrea looked at me dubiously.

"Don't worry," I smiled, "everything will be fine just you see. When 
you see how relaxed and happy she is, you will see that I am right. 
When Gillian comes in, invite me for supper tonight. I can't join you 
for breakfast in the morning as I have to be in Caernarfon early but 
I'll be back about two o'clock. We can have the afternoon together 
before I fly to Switzerland in the evening to take care of some 
unfinished business!" (see 'The Climbing Hut'). Andrea smiled 
tremulously at me. I squeezed her hand reassuringly and kissed her 
gently as we heard the back door open. We parted just as Gillian 
bounded in with all the energy of youth.

"You look so lovely, Mummy," she said spontaneously, and looked shyly 
at me. I smiled at her as she sat opposite me in her school blouse 
having taken off the blazer. Her short skirt was pulled high on her 
plump young thighs and as her legs crossed I got a quick flash of the 
dark triangle of her panties inside her dark tights. She chattered on 
telling us about her first day at school and her mother looked more and 
more relieved as it appeared that she had fitted in well to what can be 
a rather close-knit parochial community. She had already made a lot of 
friends and the name 'Peter' began to crop up rather frequently in her 
chatter, rather too frequently if the look in her mother's eye was 
anything to go by!

"I have asked Mr Evans to have dinner and to spend the evening with us, 
darling," Andrea said to her daughter, "go and change for dinner and we 
can watch some television afterwards. I had stood up to put another log 
on the fire and Gillian gave a squeal of delight, leapt up and pressed 
herself against me. I put my arms around her and hugged her but did not 
do anything to cause her mother alarm. I released her excited, exciting 
young body and said gently, "Do as your mother says, there's a good 
girl." She gave us both a brilliant smile and went upstairs singing 
happily.

I sat and relaxed on the settee with my drink enjoying the warmth of 
the log fire as Andrea prepared the dinner in the kitchen. Gillian came 
in and came straight across to sit close by me on the settee. She was 
dressed in a tight tee-shirt and a very short white thin pleated skirt 
about six inches above the knee. She was not wearing a bra and her 
immature young breasts were now more prominent with the points of her 
little nipples evident against the thin material. Her legs were bare 
and she was wearing a fluffy pair of typical teenager's slippers. I 
wondered if she had dressed a little more provocatively than usual and 
what her mother would say when she saw her. She did not seem to realise 
that she was playing with fire and that teenagers who play with fire 
sometimes get burnt!

Her mother came in and gave her a rather startled glance but looked 
relieved when it was apparent that Gillian and I were just talking - 
she was clearly very apprehensive in spite of my assurances. She may, I 
felt, have cause for apprehension. Gillian was a very tempting little 
piece indeed. We went through and had a nice light dinner. I had 
brought a couple of bottles of champagne which we drunk and I was 
careful to ensure that Andrea and Gillian had the majority of it. 
Andrea kept an anxious eye on Gillian as it was obvious that she did 
not usually drink in the house and the champagne was getting to her. It 
was also getting to Andrea as I had made sure that her glass was kept 
filled. After dinner Andrea and I went through to the living room and 
sat on the settee in front of the fire while Gillian made the coffee. 
The champagne had affected Andrea more than somewhat and I could see 
that her eyelids were very heavy. Gillian brought the coffee in and sat 
on the other side of me so that I was between her and her mother on the 
soft comfortable settee. Andrea was on my left and Gillian on my right. 
She poured the coffees and Andrea stirred herself.

"Get Mr Evans some brandy darling," she said to Gillian. I watched the 
slim form of the teenager outlined in the light from the kitchen as she 
poured her mother and I a drink. Her skirt was almost transparent to 
the light and I could see her slender legs outlined beautifully. As she 
turned I saw her tit-tilted teenage breast in sharp relief.

"I've never had brandy, Mummy," she said, "please may I have a taste?" 
I didn't give her mother chance to say no.

"Pour yourself a small glass, Gillian, and bring our drinks over. Come 
back and sit by me. Before you do, put the lights out so that we can 
watch the film." She did as I asked and the room was now dimly lit by 
the light of the fire and by a small concealed table lamp behind us. 
Andrea switched the television on using the remote control and I 
watched the end of the news in Welsh before the film started. Neither 
Andrea or Gillian understood the language but they waited patiently for 
the film as we drank our coffee and brandy. I heard Gillian choke a 
little on the spirit.

"Drink it slowly darling," I said, "it is very strong. Her mother 
instantly tensed as I used the endearment to her daughter. She was very 
on edge. The film started and mother and daughter quickly became 
engrossed. Andrea was still drowsy from the alcohol but she stayed 
awake, at least temporarily. I was not interested in the film, of 
course, being much more interested in my lovely young companions. 
Neither of them could see what I was doing to the other in the dark. I 
put my left arm round Andrea and drew her soft head on to my shoulder. 
My arm went straight under her armpit and my hand found her plump 
springy breast which I started to gently fondle through the thin 
material of her dress. She gave a deep sigh and relaxed against me as I 
continued to feel her, gently tweaking her responsive nipple 
occasionally. I began to feel her more and more gently until my hand 
was barely moving against the curve of her full soft breast. The gentle 
caress was having an almost hypnotic effect and, combined with the 
alcohol it became too much for her. I heard her breathing deepen and 
she fell asleep against my shoulder. I dropped my hand to her waist 
from her tit and just gently held her against me while I turned my 
attention to her sexy young daughter. I put my arm around Gillian with 
my hand on the outside of her arm and looked into her excited young 
eyes. I smiled down at her.

"Your Mummy is asleep so let's be quiet and try not to waken her," I 
said softly. Gillian nodded, squeezing her plump young thighs together 
in excitement and some anticipation. I could smell the faint 
perspiration from the excited, rather apprehensive teenager who had 
also been affected by the unaccustomed amount of alcohol that she had 
consumed. I thought that it was time to play.

"Have you ever had a boy-friend, Gillian?" I asked quietly, my mouth 
close to the perfection of her ear. Her blush was obvious even in the 
dim firelight.

"I had one boy-friend when I was fourteen and we lived in Kent," she 
whispered, "we went out together for about three months before we had 
to leave to come here." I tightened my hold, pulling her more firmly 
against me as I listened with approval to Andrea's heavy steady 
breathing. She was deeply asleep and would not interfere with my plans. 
I gently drew my left arm from round the mother and left her sleeping 
deeply against my shoulder as I continued to pay attention to her young 
daughter.

"And I suppose that he often kissed you," I asked quietly. The 
teenager's blush deepened. She nodded. I squeezed her arm reassuringly 
with my hand and rested my other hand gently on her thigh. She looked 
down at it as I continued to whisper into her ear. "Did he used to 
touch your breasts?" For the first time she looked at me with some 
alarm but I just held her tightly. "Well?" I asked, "did he?"

There was a pause and I could feel her excited but now apprehensive 
young body beside me trembling slightly. I waited for the to collect 
herself. I knew that she would tell me eventually.

"He used to touch me in the dark when we were watching television or in 
the cinema," she whispered. I laughed gently.

"You mean that he used to feel you. You sat and let a boy feel your 
tits without doing anything to stop him. Does your Mummy know?" She 
shook her head violently.

"Please don't tell her," she begged. I moved my hand under her armpit 
and rested it on her hip just below the curve of her firm young breast 
as I checked on Andrea. Good, she was still deeply asleep. I now had 
just the sort of hold over Gillian that I wanted. She was afraid to let 
her mother know of her childish sexual experimentation and this fear 
put her right into my hands.

"Did he put his hand down your dress and feel your bare tits?" I asked. 
She shook her head. "Has anybody ever felt your bare tits?" She shook 
her head again. "Excellent!" I thought.

"Did your boyfriend put his hand up your dress and feel your cunt?" I 
asked maliciously knowing how this would embarrass her. She shook her 
head violently. "You do know what your cunt is, I suppose?" I said. She 
looked into the fire and nodded. "Do you know what a boy's prick is?" 
she nodded, too afraid to lie. "Did you ever touch your boy-friend's 
prick?" I asked. She shook her head violently again. She was certainly 
very immature and innocent for a fifteen year old! I knew that I did 
not have very much time as Andrea would be awake soon. I took my hand 
from Gillian's thigh and tilted her face up to mine.

"Give me a nice kiss," I commanded and it was a measure of her fear 
that she did not hesitate. I gently kissed the frightened teenager's 
soft lips while looking into her wide eyes. I gently moved my tongue 
forward until I felt her closed mouth and I ran the tip along her lips 
while pressing just a little more firmly. Her lips parted and I slid my 
tongue into the startled girl's mouth and gave her a relatively gentle 
but deep kiss. She panted into my mouth. I took my lips from hers.

"Did your boy-friend kiss you like that?" I asked. She shook her head. 
"Have you ever been kissed like that?" she shook her head again. "Did 
you like it?" She looked into the fire and did not answer. I smiled to 
myself. I knew that she was waiting for me to touch her further but I 
am more subtle than that! I withdrew my arm from round her and turned 
to her mother. Was it my imagination or did Gillian look a little 
disappointed? "Go and get ready for bed," I ordered in a tone that 
brooked no refusal, "when you are ready, come back down here in the 
nicest nightie you have, no slippers and no dressing-gown, understand?" 
She nodded and went upstairs.

I moved my hand up on to Andrea's breast and began to fondle her 
firmly, tweaking her nipple as it erected under my touch. I kissed her 
ear and she sighed and awaked, immediately looking around in alarm.

"Where's Gillian?" she gasped, "what have you done?" I laughed.

"Calm down," I said, squeezing her tit in my hand, "I haven't done 
anything. She's gone to have a shower and to get ready for bed. She'll 
be down in a minute." She looked at me doubtfully as she became fully 
awake but seemed reassured as she heard her daughter in the bathroom.

"I'll go and make some supper," Andrea said. I gently kissed her, gave 
her breast a last feel and let her get to her feet. I relaxed as I 
listened to the domestic noises from the kitchen as the mother made 
supper and from the bathroom as the daughter showered. Andrea called me 
and I went through to the kitchen. She had made a very light supper and 
I sat and waited for Gillian to join us.

When she came in I looked at her with approval and her mother with 
absolute astonishment. She was wearing a black sheer nylon nightdress 
which reached the level of her hips. The bosom was close-fitting and it 
clung tightly to her proud firm young breasts. The neckline was very 
low and showed the start of her cleavage. The nightdress was very 
simple with no lace or other decoration but it was stunningly effective 
on Gillian's firm young body. The glamorous night-gown was complemented 
by a pair of very tight high-cut panties which outlined and clearly 
defined the firm plump lips of her young cunt. I could even see the 
soft fleece on her pubic mound through the thin material. She had left 
her blonde hair loose and flowing. She looked simply amazing. I got in 
first before her mother had recovered from the shock.

"You look absolutely lovely, Gillian darling," I said, "come and sit 
beside me." Her mother gasped again in outrage.

"Gillian!" she said rather shrilly, "what are you thinking of. You 
can't dress like that in front of Mr Evans. Go and put a dressing-gown 
on at once!" It was time to exercise some authority. I looked into 
Andrea's eyes and said quietly

"I don't want you to put a dressing gown on Gillian. You look just fine 
as you are. Now come and sit beside me at once!" Her mother's eyes, 
defeated, moved from mine and Gillian came to sit beside me on the 
bench seat by the table. It was time to let Andrea know how things were 
going to be. By relaxing and accommodating herself to my desires during 
the afternoon she had felt more comfortable and less afraid in spite of 
what I had made her do. It was time to move on now though. I had had 
Andrea, now I wanted Gillian.

"You just serve the supper and don't interfere," I said to the anxious 
young mother. I turned to her virtually naked teenaged daughter and 
tilted her mouth up to mine. I put my lips to hers and began to kiss 
her. This time her lips opened without hesitation and I gave her a long 
deep sexy kiss that left Gillian gasping and her mother trembling with 
anxiety for her daughter. I released her and laughed.

"You are a fast learner, Gillian," I said, "now let's have supper." Her 
mother served the supper and sat opposite us. I behaved perfectly and 
did not touch either her or her daughter. I just enjoyed my supper. It 
was now getting late.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, what are your plans?" I asked. There was a pause 
and then Andrea said,

"I shall be at home, the shopping is being delivered and there is still 
plenty to do in the house." I looked at Gillian,

"I have been invited to the Chapel Youth Club in the morning and then 
there are trials for the school hockey team. I was hoping to be out all 
day. The trials finish at about five o'clock so I should be home for 
dinner at about six. Will that be all right, Mummy?" Andrea looked at 
me but I said nothing.

"That's all right darling," she said, "you should have a very nice day 
with your new friends." I looked at the pretty pair.

"I am going into Caernarfon again in the morning to pick up my plane 
tickets for Switzerland. I have to drive to the airport in Manchester 
for a plane about midnight so I shall have to leave no later than seven 
o'clock. I'll come round for lunch when I come back from Caernarfon 
Andrea, and we can spend the afternoon together. When you come home 
from school I'll have a little time with you Gillian before I leave. I 
shall be away for four or five days." The mother and daughter just 
looked at the man who, without effort appeared to have taken over their 
lives. "Andrea, you clear the supper things away and don't come into 
the living room until I call you - just get on with the washing up. 
Gillian, it is getting near your bed-time." It was now clear to the two 
women that my requests had become commands and they were aware of the 
change in the atmosphere as I exerted my dominance over them. I got up 
and went through into the dark living room and sat on a comfortable 
chair.

"Come in here and say good night to me, Gillian," I said.

She came from the kitchen and stood in the open doorway of the dark 
room, back-lit by the light from the kitchen. I could see every detail 
of her firm young body through the thin night-dress as she stood 
uncertainly waiting.

"Come here," I said, holding out my hand. She came to me and I took her 
small hand and drew her down on to my knee. I put my arm around her, 
under her armpit so that my hand was resting on the plump puppy fat of 
her young belly which I fondled through the thin material. She 
shivered.

"Kiss me," I said quietly and she raised her lips to mine. I gave her a 
gentle kiss and then I took my lips from hers and looked into her young 
eyes. "You said that you had never had your bare tits felt," I said. 
She looked at me without speaking. I slowly moved my hand from her 
stomach to her tit and began to feel her springy breast through the 
thin nylon. Her young breast filled my hand and I could feel the 
stiffening of her excited nipple. She gasped as I began to kiss her 
again. This time my kiss was more demanding and I began to take full 
possession of her clean young mouth exploring her lips and gums 
luxuriously and leisurely with my tongue and sucking on her soft 
tongue. While kissing her I moved my hand to her other breast and 
stiffened that nipple up as well. Things had gone very quiet in the 
kitchen and I could imagine Andrea sitting, consumed with anxiety, 
wondering what I was doing to her daughter but powerless to interfere. 
Enough for tonight, I thought, easing Gillian to her feet.

"Go and say goodnight to your Mummy, I'll see you tomorrow," I said and 
enjoyed the sight of her young bottom as it wiggled through the lighted 
doorway into the kitchen. I heard her kiss Andrea and wish her 
goodnight before going up the stairs. Playing with Gillian had got me 
aroused again. "Andrea, come in here" I called peremptorily. She 
immediately obeyed.

"What did you do to Gillian?" she asked. I laughed.

"Nothing much, I just kissed her and felt her a little. She enjoyed it. 
She didn't look too distressed did she?" Andrea looked confused. "Are 
you wearing panties?" I asked. Andrea just nodded. "Well take them off 
and give them to me," I ordered. She slipped the dark sheer panties 
down her sexy slender legs and held them out to me. I just let her 
stand holding them. It always humiliates women if men who have the 
power to make them take off their panties just let them stand there 
offering them. I took them eventually and put them in my pocket. I drew 
Andrea into my arms and began to kiss her, feeling her breast through 
the thin material of her dress with one hand and putting the other hand 
straight up the hem of her short dress between her thighs on to her 
cunt which I began to fondle, rapidly moving to a finger-fuck as I 
kissed her deeply. I quickly put a second finger up her tight wet hole 
and began to vigorously massage her cunt walls. I began to squeeze her 
tit more tightly, twisting her nipple. Something about this vulnerable 
young blonde made me want to make her suffer from time to time. I broke 
the kiss and said into her ear through the soft blonde curtain of her 
hair. "Toss me off, Andrea," I ordered. She pulled my zip down and 
began to wank my stiff prick.

"I think a fuck would help us to sleep, don't you Andrea?" She looked 
helplessly at me. I pushed her down on the settee. "Spread your 
thighs," I ordered and she automatically did as I commanded. Her cunt 
was wet and ready and I slid straight up her to the balls with no 
trouble. I began to shaft her without bothering too much about her 
pleasure. It was probably time to call it a day but I could not resist 
a last hard fuck. Her thighs came up and grasped my waist as I took her 
tits in my hands and began to roughly squeeze them. She gasped. I 
increased the length of my stroke and gave her a really rough ride, 
shagging the arse off her. I came up her without bothering about her 
orgasm and lay on her sweaty body mauling her plump sensitive tits. She 
had tears in her eyes but lay clasping me to her with her thighs, her 
dress clinging to her perspiring body. I withdrew from her and stood 
looking down at Andrea as I zipped my trousers.

"Don' forget to go to the doctor's tomorrow," I said mockingly, as I 
went to the door. I looked back at the fucked-out blonde lying with her 
thighs splayed my cum running down over her arse on to the settee from 
the gaping slash of her cunt. "I'll see you for lunch."

I went back to my cottage and poured myself a drink as I stood looking 
out at the cold light of the moon on the mountain. I thought over the 
events of the day and smiled with satisfaction. Things boded well for 
tomorrow. I blew out the lamp and went to bed, falling asleep 
immediately.

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Part 3

I went for a long morning walk on the mountain after rising early to 
watch the sun rise. I knew that I would be away from the valley after 
today for several days and I always miss Wales so I take every 
advantage to experience it whatever the weather. This morning was cold 
and there was a hard frost with snow on the tops off which the red of 
the rising sun began to glint as I walked back down through the 
heather. The curtains on the small house next to my cottage were all 
closed and there was no sign of life. I had already laid out their 
plans for today and no doubt they were getting some rest after their 
exertions and anxieties of yesterday. (see 'Andrea and Gillian. Parts 1 
and 2'). 

I went into my cottage and had breakfast. By then the sun had risen and 
was lighting more of the valley. The temperature was rising and the 
roads would be better in half an hour for the drive down the pass into 
Caernarfon. I had a shower and dressed warmly for my visit to the small 
city. 

My business went quickly and smoothly and before lunch I was back at 
the cottage with my plane tickets for the night flight to Switzerland 
and my car serviced for the quick drive to Manchester airport. I 
showered and changed into my usual clothes for the afternoon 
entertainment, a white silk polo-necked sweater and loose trousers with 
no underwear. I knew from last night's conversation that Gillian would 
be out and that Andrea would be in alone so about an hour before lunch 
I went to the back door and entered quietly without knocking. 

Andrea was standing with her back to me at the table. She was wearing a 
tight white sweater and jeans which clearly outlined the cheeks of her 
plump well-made bottom. Her long blonde hair was loose over her 
shoulders. She turned and gave a gasp of shock when she saw me in her 
kitchen. I beckoned to her and she hesitatingly walked over to me. I 
took her chin in my left hand and with my right hand without warning I 
grasped her left breast which I began to squeeze until she gasped with 
pain. 

"You have got off to a very bad start this afternoon Andrea and you are 
going to be sorry. You will have to learn to think more carefully or 
you will never be able to sit down comfortably." She looked confused 
and afraid, as well she might. 

"I don't know what I've done wrong," she said wretchedly, "how can I 
have done anything wrong? You have only just got here!." 

"You really don't know do you?" I said, "You have not learned anything 
from the last two days. I will tell you exactly what you have done 
wrong before I punish you and you can pass the message on to Gillian as 
well because the same goes for her and I am sure that you would not 
like her to have what you are about to get." She began to tremble. I 
took my hand from her chin, admiring the red outline of my thumb and 
fingers on her fair flesh. I pulled her to me by her tit and began to 
squeeze her fat arse cheek with my other hand as I whispered into her 
ear, 

"You are wearing jeans Andrea. Women wear pretty dresses for their men, 
they do not wear men's clothes. I thought that you would have 
understood this after the last two days but clearly you need the lesson 
reinforcing. Neither you or Gillian are ever to wear jeans or trousers 
if I am likely to be around. You are to wear pretty feminine dresses 
like the little tarts that you are. You can pass this on to your sexy 
little daughter because nothing would give me greater pleasure that to 
give her what you are about to get. It is up to you to see that I have 
no excuse." I could see that she was being kept very off-balance by my 
changes of attitude to her, harsh yesterday morning, more tender during 
the afternoon, becoming harsh again in the evening and now she clearly 
felt that I was being downright cruel this morning as I mauled her arse 
and squeezed her plump tit until tears came to her eyes. This was good, 
I did not think that she would enjoy the afternoon very much but that 
was all right, just as long as I enjoyed it. I took my hand from her 
arse and led her by the tit across the kitchen until I could sit on a 
straight chair. I let go of her breast and sat down as she stood in 
front of me, visibly shaking. I looked up at her and made her wait. her 
lower lip began to tremble and she wiped a tear from her eye. 

"Take your jeans off," I said quietly. She sobbed and hastened to obey. 
She stood shaking in front of me in a short tight sweater which reached 
to just below her waist and a pair of very flimsy pale blue panties 
which failed to conceal the blonde hair on her fleshy cunt, some 
tendrils of which were escaping from under the high-cut hem. 

"I am going to thrash you Andrea," I said casually, "so that you 
remember this for ever and so that you never make the same mistake 
again. It will help you to make sure that Gillian keeps my rules. I 
know that, in spite of your pretending to struggle, you quite enjoyed 
the spanking I gave you yesterday and I bet that you thought about it 
while you were in bed! This is not a spanking, this is a punishment and 
you are not going to enjoy it at all." 

"Oh, please God!" she whispered, "don't! I promise I'll remember in 
future. You don't have to do this. I'll do whatever you want." 

I said nothing but slowly took my leather belt off looking up all the 
time into her frightened eyes. I folded it in half in my hand making a 
convenient strap. 

"You can make this as hard as you like but you are going to be 
punished," I said, "now pull your panties down to your knees, tell me 
that you are sorry, that you deserve a good thrashing and ask me to 
punish you. Then lie down over my lap. After I am finished, you will 
thank me for the beating, tell me that you deserved it and tell me what 
lesson it has taught you" 

She looked helplessly down at me and, bending, pushed the flimsy nylon 
panties down to her knees, which I could see visibly trembling. I 
looked up at her and waited, gently slapping the folded belt against 
the palm of my hand. She knew from my eyes that there was no escape. 

"I'm very sorry," she whispered, "I know that it was wrong to dress 
like this and I deserve a good thrashing so that I'll remember what to 
do in future, please punish me but please, please don't hurt me too 
much." She moved to my side and lay down on my lap with her bare cunt 
against my stiffening prick and her tits dangling. It was fun to make 
her wait. I put the belt down on the table for a moment and began to 
feel her fat arse squeezing and fondling the globes of her buttocks 
before moving to the crack between them. With my other hand I was 
feeling her dangling tit, gently torturing the nipple through her 
sweater and bra until she gasped with pain. 

"Spread your thighs a little," I ordered, and she immediately complied. 
She was clearly terrified but also excited despite herself as I found 
when I put my hand between her thighs from the back and felt her 
moistening cunt. I drew my hand back and, having lubricated a finger 
with her female moistness I gently pushed it into the dimple of her 
arse. She gasped a little and wriggled on my lap, her cunt agitating my 
stiff prick but she did not dare to say anything. I gently finger-
fucked her arse as I squeezed her nipple. 

"Listen to me Andrea, and listen well," I said, "I don't mind thrashing 
you, in fact I enjoy it. If you want to be able to sit down comfortably 
in the future then you better make no more mistakes. You will have to 
anticipate my desires and figure out what you can and can't do. If you 
get it wrong I will thrash your fat arse. I will do it every day if I 
have to until you realise that now you belong to me and that you have 
no life of your own that does not involve wondering what you can do to 
please me and then doing it. In the future I intend to extend this to 
Gillian as well but for now she has just a little more freedom. Now for 
your first lesson in obedience." 

I picked up the belt and began to thrash the trembling plump white arse 
spread out on my lap. I started relatively gently taking care not to 
land too many stokes in the same place and as her arse reddened I began 
to increase the force. At first she began to wriggle gasping with each 
stroke but I held her cunt firmly against my prick by pulling down on 
her nipple. Her arse began to be more clearly marked by the strokes of 
the leather belt and her gasps became wordless moans as I continued her 
punishment. I increased the force of my stroke more and she began to 
emit wordless screams as each blow landed. I varied my target, 
thrashing the tops of her slender thighs as well as her plump fiery 
arse. She was screaming loudly now and I felt a tell-tale warmth in my 
groin. She was voiding a small spurt of urine with each stroke. Finally 
she could not help herself and her bladder emptied, soaking my 
trousers. I stopped thrashing her and her screams subsided to a quiet 
but desperate sobbing. I let go of her nipple and pushed her to her 
feet. She stood in front of me on wobbly legs in a pool of pee that had 
saturated her flimsy panties and was still running down her legs. Tears 
ran down her face as she sobbed, her eyes all puffed up. 

"You have made a mess of yourself and of me," I said, "you should be 
ashamed. What would Gillian say if I told her that her mother had wet 
herself at her age?" 

"Please, please don't tell her," she begged, "I just couldn't help it. 
I couldn't stand what you were doing to me." 

"Well," I said quietly, "do you think that you have learned your 
lesson?" 

"I have, I have," she said quickly, "I deserved the thrashing for 
dressing in jeans and not for not dressing how I knew I should dress. I 
will never do it again and I will make sure that Gillian knows what you 
expect. Thank you for teaching me a lesson. I am very, very, sorry that 
I made a mess on you but I truly couldn't help it." 

"Very good, Andrea," I said, "I am going next door to shower and 
change. You better do the same and make some lunch. I have some 
telephone calls to make. I'll be about an hour. Get this place cleaned 
up, it stinks of your pee. Make sure that everything is ready for when 
I come back." I gave the frightened blonde a last harsh look and left 
her kitchen. 

I showered and changed and had a drink while I made some telephone 
calls and an hour quickly passed. I left it a little longer as I knew 
how this would build up Andrea's anxiety. I had been relatively nice to 
her yesterday afternoon but any consideration I might have felt like 
extending had been negated by her morning performance. She was going to 
have quite a hard time this afternoon and she might even get another 
thrashing to remember me by before I left for Switzerland. 

I left my cottage and went next door, entering the kitchen without 
knocking as though I owned the place, I might just as well have done - 
I owned the two bitches that lived there! The kitchen smelled clean and 
fresh and there was a nice light lunch of cheese, rolls and smoked 
salmon laid out with a bottle of chilled Chablis in a wine cooler. 
Andrea was certainly learning! I looked round with approval at all her 
arrangements before I turned my attention to her. She stood by the 
table looking at me anxiously twisting her hands with sheer nerves. She 
was dressed in black, a very short low-cut cocktail dress with the hem 
about four inches above her knee. The fitted bodice clung to and 
accentuated her plump bosom and the prominence of her nipples against 
the material demonstrated that she was not wearing a bra or slip. The 
neckline was low showing a deep cleavage. She wore dark sheer stockings 
and as her skirt moved I could see the outline of her suspender. I knew 
without asking that she would not have dared to put on panties. She 
balanced rather uncomfortably on high-heeled patent leather shoes with 
about a five inch heel. Her blonde hair was loose around her bare 
shoulders and she had paid great attention to her make-up. The after-
effects of the tears of the morning were gone. She looked very 
frightened but very pretty. 

"You look beautiful, Andrea darling," I said with a faint smile, "if 
you had taken the same amount of trouble this morning you would have 
saved yourself a lot of pain." She smiled tremulously as I sat down at 
the table and let her serve me lunch. I noticed with amusement that she 
was not hurrying to sit down! She eventually gingerly seated herself 
opposite me. 

"Sore bottom, darling?" I asked maliciously. She blushed and looked 
down at her plate without reply. I finished my lunch, filled my glass 
with the last of the wine and got up from the table. Andrea had hardly 
eaten anything clearly having been taken over by her nerves after the 
events of the morning. "Make some coffee and bring it through," I 
ordered, making her subservient role very clear to her. It must have 
been obvious to her that it was not going to be as easy as it had been 
yesterday when I had allowed her to relax a little and had even got her 
to confess that she had enjoyed herself. I could see that she had the 
feeling that today was going to be very different. I walked through to 
the living room and sat on the settee in front of the open log fire. In 
a few moments Andrea came in carrying a tray on which was a pot of 
freshly percolated coffee and two cups. The rich aroma of the coffee 
filled the room. I let Andrea pour me a coffee but stopped her as she 
was about to pour hers. 

"You won't need coffee just yet," I smiled, "that was a nice lunch but 
you had no dessert so get down on your knees and suck me off like I 
taught you yesterday." She gasped and stared down at me. "Just do it, 
Andrea," I said quietly, "you don't really need your bottom to be more 
sore than it is now, do you? If there is much more hesitation I can 
easily arrange it for you. When I tell you to do something you should 
have learned by now that you do it immediately." 

The terrified blonde looked helplessly into my eyes and wordlessly 
knelt down between my thighs. She pulled my zip down and my semi-hard 
prick protruded from my trousers. 

"Wait a moment," I said. She got to her feet, hope dawning in her eyes 
that I had changed my mind and that she was going to be spared the 
ordeal. "It is nice and warm in here, I think I'd be more comfortable 
if you undressed me." I let her pull the sweater over my head and stood 
up. My loosened trousers fell around my feet and I stepped out of them. 
"Fold my clothes neatly, " I ordered, "and then get on with it." I 
drank my coffee and watched as she folded my clothes slowly and put 
them on a chair. She came back to me and knelt between my thighs 
without looking at me. I reached down and gently tilted up her chin. 
"Another rule you have forgotten," I said, "when you are wanking me or 
sucking me off you always look into my eyes. I like to see how you are 
feeling while you are serving me." She began to wank my prick which 
quickly stiffened and I felt her cool breath as she brought her mouth 
to the tip. She knew what was expected of her so she did not drag her 
ordeal out by kissing the shaft. She opened her red lips and I felt the 
cool air on the head of my prick. It felt good. "Just blow on my prick 
gently for a moment Andrea," I said, and she automatically did as I 
asked and I felt a delicious wave of warmth as my scrotal sac tightened 
under the stimulus of her cool breath. "Lovely, darling," I said, "now 
get on with it." 

She took the end of my prick between her red lips into the warmth of 
her wet mouth and began to gently wank me into her mouth, sucking at 
each stroke, like the expert little cocksucker she had so quickly 
become. As I had taught her, she paused every so often and ran her 
tongue around the ridge on the lower part of the head of my stiff 
prick. Then she went back to the rhythmical sucking. She was really 
quite good. She began to fuck her mouth with my prick moving it in and 
out as I sat and drank my coffee and watched her. 

"I am glad that you have learned this art so quickly," I said 
conversationally, "it will be so much easier for Gillian when you show 
her how to do it!" She looked wide-eyed up at me, her red lips 
stretched around my prick and sobbed but did not dare to break the 
rhythm of her sucking. "I am going to give you your dessert soon 
darling," I told her, "I am going to come into your mouth. Don't dare 
move your mouth from my prick or I'll give you another thrashing. Suck 
me off until I come and swallow all the cum. Now get sucking a little 
harder." She was a long way from being able to deep-throat me but she 
was taking more of my prick into her mouth with each stroke as she 
sucked harder. I could feel the head of my knob rubbing against her 
palate and the back of her throat and I knew that a combination of this 
and the rhythmical sucking and wanking would make me come very soon. I 
began to feel my legs stiffening as the warmth began deep in my balls. 
I made no attempt to delay the ejaculation and Andrea's eyes widened as 
she felt the tell-tale hardening of my prick between her soft lips. I 
looked down with a satisfied smile as I filled the dominated blonde's 
mouth and throat with spurt after spurt of steaming hot cum. She 
clamped her lips around my prick, clearly terrified as she swallowed it 
all. She just knelt before me with my softening prick held between her 
lips. "Go and clean your teeth," I ordered, "and then come back and 
have some coffee. We are going to have a little talk." 

When she returned and had poured us both some more coffee I pointed to 
a chair beside the fire, opposite to where I was sitting on the settee. 
It was a low chair with upholstered arms about five inches high. She 
sat down and looked across at me apprehensively. 

"We are going to have a little chat, Andrea and I want something nice 
to look at while we are talking. Spread your thighs and hook them over 
the arms of the chair." She had realised by now that protests were 
useless and she did as I asked. Without even looking at her when she 
had assumed the humiliating position that I had specified I said, 
"Before we begin, pour me a glass of brandy." She got to her feet again 
without daring to say anything and poured my drink, returning to her 
chair and hooking her thighs over the arms as before so that they were 
widely splayed. The position she was in caused her short dress to rise 
way above her stocking tops displaying the whites of her thighs thrown 
into sharp relief by the dark sheer stockings. As I was expecting, she 
was not wearing panties and the position she was in caused her the pink 
slash of her cunt to gape open. "What a very pretty cunt you have 
darling," I said to the blushing blonde. 

"By the time I leave for Switzerland tonight both you and your slut of 
a daughter are going to be in no doubt as to how things will be in the 
future," I said harshly, "I am going to spend the rest of the afternoon 
playing with you and then when Gillian comes home I am going to play 
with her while you act as our servant. I am going to do anything I like 
to her, whether she likes it or not and if she makes too much fuss 
she'll get a thrashing like you have had. If I feel really generous I 
may not fuck her today but I am not promising anything. By this evening 
she will know that her mother is nothing more than my tart and she will 
be well on the way to becoming the same." Andrea's mouth slowly dropped 
open and she became paler, 

"Why are you being so horrible?" she whined, "I thought that you could 
be quite nice yesterday. Please don't humiliate me in front of my 
baby." I laughed. 

"Humiliate, that is exactly the word. By the time I leave for 
Switzerland tonight you are going to know what humiliation really means 
and you can be thinking about it while I'm away. Now while we talk you 
can be playing with yourself." She blushed but was so afraid of me that 
her hand immediately went between her thighs and she began to fondle 
her cunt. I just sat and watched her as she made her cunt a little 
moist and then began to gently finger-fuck herself with one finger 
while rubbing the area of her clitoris gently. Now that her cunt was 
moist I beckoned to her. She got up and came over to stand in front of 
me. I lay down on the settee and motioned for her to kneel astride my 
thighs. She did as I commanded, lifting her short dress so that it lay 
on her thighs, hiding her cunt from me. 

"Toss me off until I am ready for you," I said, and she began her 
expert wank. I soon became stiff. I reached out with both hands and 
seized her tits through the thin material of her dress and began to 
squeeze them. "Now, you sexy little slut," I said, "guide my stiff 
prick into your wet sloppy hole." She raised herself on her knees while 
I held her tits tightly, took hold of my prick in her soft hand and 
guided it so that it passed easily between the fleshy moist outer lips 
of her hairy cunt. I pressed down on her tits so that she was forced to 
sit more firmly on my prick and I slid easily up her to the balls. I 
pulled her down to me by the nipples which I slowly squeezed more 
tightly through the dress as I kissed the blonde young mother deeply as 
I lay stuck hard up her clinging wet hairy cunt enjoying the sexy feel 
of her silk stockings on my thighs. I took my lips from hers after a 
while and looked into her scared blue eyes, 

"Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I ordered. She immediately began to 
move up and down giving me a delicious slow fuck as I guided her by the 
pressure that I was exerting on her sensitive nipples. "I must say, 
Andrea, you are a quick learner," I commented, "have you ever fucked in 
this position before?" She shook her head. I was in no hurry and just 
lay feeling her soft tits while she was doing all the work. I began to 
smell her perspiration and her dress was beginning to cling to her. I 
slowly speeded her up by manipulating her nipples until she was bucking 
on me with her head thrown back and her hair swinging. The room was 
full of the smell of woman and cunt. She was gasping deep gulps of air 
and ramming herself as hard as she could down onto my prick. I began to 
feel close to coming so I pulled her down to me by the nipples and 
fastened my mouth on hers giving her a deep hard kiss as I came up her 
cunt and shot a river of hot cum up into her womb. She lay panting on 
me as I moved my hands to the fleshy globes of her arse and began to 
pull her hard on to my prick. This resulted in my prick rubbing against 
her excited clitoris and she came with a deep gasp. She lay with her 
face in my chest, her wet sweaty hair covering me. I moved her off me 
and pushed her up so the she was standing by the settee. She looked a 
sight with her wet sweaty hair straggling to her shoulders and her 
ruined perspiration-stained cocktail dress sticking to her. Her dress 
was too sticky even to hang properly and I could see rivers of white 
cum running down her thighs to the tops of her stockings. 

"Fucking you like that has made my arse all sweaty," I said. "I think 
that it would be nice if you were to get down there and clean it up." I 
lay back, spread my thighs wider and pushed a cushion under my arse so 
that she had complete access to my hairy hole. 

"Please, no!" she whispered, "you can't want me to do that. It is 
absolutely perverted and it would make me sick." 

"You will do it, Andrea" I said " because if you don't you know what I 
will do to you if you give me any trouble. Have you forgotten the 
thrashing I gave you this morning? Any more trouble out of you and 
another one can easily be arranged." 

She very reluctantly knelt down between my thighs and with a sob moved 
her head forward and I felt her begin to lick my prick. "That's a good 
girl, Andrea," I said, "I want my prick and balls nice and clean." The 
terrified woman began to wash all of my prick with her soft little pink 
tongue even taking the end between her lips without my having to force 
her and washing the knobhead. When my prick was clean she moved down to 
my balls and began to lick the sweat from the large hairy spheres. I 
enjoyed the touch of her cool tongue on my balls and even more the look 
of horror in the eyes of the humiliated woman who could never have 
imagined that she would be in this position. I could tell that she was 
dragging things out so that she would not have to go further. 

"Get on with it Andrea," I said warningly. With a sob she moved behind 
my hanging balls and began to kick the sweaty area of my perineum, 
moving reluctantly towards my hairy arse. I got fed up with her messing 
about so I put my hand on her head and pulled her firmly between my 
thighs until I felt her lips on my arsehole. 

"Now just kiss my hole Andrea, running your tongue around the rim and 
pushing it as deeply up me as you can.Ó The unhappy humiliated young 
blonde sobbed brokenly but was too afraid not to do as I commanded and 
I relaxed back with my hands behind my head as she sucked and kissed my 
sweaty hole pushing her hot tongue deep inside me. She was crying 
quietly and continuously. The sensation was incredible as I looked down 
at the previously conventional young mother between my spread thighs 
sucking, kissing firmly and deeply tonguing my sweaty arse. I lay back 
and watched her as she humiliated herself, destroying the last vestiges 
of her self-respect, enjoying the sensations that spread from my arse 
hole through my body. I kept her at it for what must have seemed hours 
to her but I was enjoying it too much to let her stop. 

"That's fine, Andrea," I said quietly, "my hole is nice and clean now. 
You can go back to sucking me off." She quickly moved from my arse, 
looked up into my eyes, and took my soft prick deep into her mouth. She 
began to automatically toss me off as she sucked me as I had taught 
her. In two days she had become an expert little cocksucker. I put my 
hand on her head and gently moved it back and forwards so that she was 
fucking my prick with her mouth but I wasn't getting hard as it was too 
soon after my last ejaculation. I took my hand away and she continued 
nursing at my soft prick, her blonde head bobbing backwards and 
forwards and her hair swinging. I just lay and relaxed while Andrea 
worked on my soft prick with her hot mouth. I was clearly not going to 
get hard again yet so I motioned Andrea to her feet, got up myself and 
turned her round so that her back was against me. I put my hands under 
her sweaty armpits and began to fairly roughly fondle her tits. I 
whispered into her ear, 

"I know what would be nice. How would you like a nice souvenir to show 
Gillian?" She trembled in my arms but was too afraid to speak. I 
chuckled and began to gnaw at her neck giving her a very obvious love-
bite on her fair skin. "I can put these all over your neck if you 
like," I said conversationally, "and then everyone in the village will 
know what you have been up to." 

"Please leave me alone," she whispered wretchedly, "I can't stand much 
more." I looked at the clock. 

"We have about an hour and a half before Gillian comes home," I said, 
"I am going for a shower. You can stay sweaty like that until I decide 
differently. Put your shoes on or I'll spank you." The dishevelled 
young blonde hurriedly put on her high heels and stood looking at me. 
She was very different from the clean young woman in a smart cocktail 
dress who had greeted me a couple of hours earlier. Her blonde hair 
hung moist and dank with perspiration and her dress clung to her sweaty 
body. I could clearly see the lines of dried white cum which had run 
down her stockings. 

"Make me a sandwich and some coffee and bring it up to the bedroom," I 
said, as I walked out of the door. I went upstairs and had a quick 
shower and washed and dried my hair. By the time Andrea tottered into 
the bed-room on her high heels I was lying relaxed on the bed. I had 
done almost all that I could this afternoon to my unhappy plaything. I 
had hurt and humiliated her but as far as I could tell she had only 
come once, when I had her fucking me on the settee. I thought that it 
would be nice for her if she came a few more times before Gillian came 
home! She might then be too exhausted to realise what I was doing with 
her daughter. I looked up at Andrea who looked back warily at me. 

"Go and have a shower and wash your hair darling, I said, "You have 
five minutes. Don't bother getting dressed." She was back almost 
immediately. I patted the bed beside me. "Come and lie down Andrea," I 
said, "you have not had a very nice afternoon, have you?" She 
shuddered. "I think that I can make it a little nicer for you before 
Gillian comes home," I said. I gently kissed her and moved my hand down 
over her plump belly on to her slender thigh just above the knee. As I 
kissed her I caressed the soft flesh inside her thigh with the very 
tips of my fingers. She shuddered and began to tremble. I took my lips 
from hers and put them to her soft clean hair by her delicate ear, 

"Pull your heels right up to your arse and spread your pretty thighs 
wide, Andrea," I whispered into her ear. 

I could feel her shaking as she did as I told her to. I moved down the 
bed until I was between her slender splayed thighs and smiled up into 
her frightened eyes. "I think that you are going to like this, darling" 
I said, as I pressed my mouth to her fleshy hairy cunt-lips and began 
to explore the outer and inner lips of her hairy hole with my lips and 
with the tip of my tongue. She gasped and I could feel her thighs 
trembling. I began to deeply kiss her cunt pushing my tongue up her 
clinging channel. She gasped again and I felt her thighs tense further 
as her heels pressed into the bed. My hand was still on the inside of 
her thigh and with gentle pressure I kept her thighs widely spread. I 
continued exploring her sexy cunt at my leisure enjoying her horrified 
reluctance but enjoying the taste and smell of her even more. I gave 
her a thorough tonguing sucking every part of the fragrant lips until, 
at last, I brought my tongue just inside the top of her gaping sloppy 
slit and began to gently tease her clitoris. 

"Oh my God!" she gasped, putting her small hand on my head "you can't 
do that. No one has ever done that to me before!" I ignored her and 
gently sucked the small bud with my lips and tongue. Without warning 
she gave a great gasp and convulsed, clutching my head between her 
slender strong thighs as she experienced the most shattering orgasm she 
had ever had. With gentle pressure on the inside of her thigh I parted 
her legs again and continued sucking her cunt. My face and lips were 
wet with her cunt-slime. She gave another deep sigh and lay trembling, 
her heels drumming against the bed but I continued to deeply tongue her 
wet hairy cunt. She began a low wailing noise despite her efforts to 
control herself. I and slowly and deliberately again began to tease her 
erect little clitoris. She had not recovered from the last orgasm 
before the next one hit her. Her wailing suddenly changed to a loud 
squeal and she burst into hysterical tears clasping the bedclothes in 
her fists her thighs widely spread as her heels drummed against the 
bed. Her head was thrown back and she was staring with empty eyes at 
the ceiling completely shattered by the two quick orgasms the intensity 
of which she had never experienced before. She was bathed in sweat 
again and her deep gasping breaths began to calm down and her hysterics 
muted to a gentle persistent sobbing as tears rolled down her lovely 
cheeks. She looked down at me through wide staring blue eyes as I lay 
between her thighs. I smiled up at her and deliberately put my mouth 
back on her wet cunt. 

"Oh God, no, not again!" she wailed. I began to very gently run my 
tongue around her cunt lips without pushing it up her, moving it up and 
down her gaping crack. Slowly and persistently I began to suck her 
drawing her juices into my mouth. I moved to the back of her cunt and 
began to gently and delicately lick along her perineum, that delicate 
area between the back of her cunt and the dimple of her arse hole. She 
began to tremble again. I moved back to her cunt and casually pushed my 
tongue up her drawing it forward and separating the lips of her cunt 
with my lips until I had the hard little bud of her clitoris between my 
teeth. That was enough! She gave a sudden scream and came immediately, 
clasping my head between her strong but slender thighs and pulling my 
mouth into her cunt as though she would never let me go. She burst into 
tears again and I could feel the tension in her body as her heels 
pressed into the bed and her thighs kept my mouth pressed on to her 
cunt. My face was covered with her slime and, never one to waste an 
opportunity, I casually pushed my back tongue up her and continued to 
kiss her convulsing cunt. I licked her clitoris again and she gasped. 
She released my head and her thighs sank slackly to the bed. She seized 
my hair in her hands and moved my head from her cunt. This time I let 
her do it because I knew that she had had enough. I moved up the bed 
and lay beside her kissing her ear through the soft curtain of her hair 
and gently fondling her soft breast as she began to calm down. She gave 
a deep sigh and the colour began to return to her cheeks as she stopped 
crying and brought her breathing under control. 

I glanced at the clock. We still had about half an hour before Gillian 
could be expected home. I had a real hard-on again from the 
entertainment I had had with Andrea's cunt and, as I didn't intend to 
have an ejaculation with Gillian on this occasion, I thought that I had 
better make the most of it. I rolled on to my side and pulled Andrea 
towards me. I took her in my arms and moved her leg so that it was over 
mine separating her thighs and giving me access to her wet cunt. In a 
single movement I slid my stiff eight inches up her until I was buried 
in her belly to my balls. She gasped. I kissed her gently. 

"Do you like having a stiff prick up you, Andrea?" I asked. She shut 
her eyes. "Well?" I asked again, pinching her bottom. She looked at me, 
her big blue eyes wide with tears. 

"I can stand it when you are not being cruel to me," she whispered, 
"But you can be so awful." I just laughed and rolled her on to her 
back. She automatically clasped me around the waist with her strong 
thighs pulling me into her and moving with me as I began to shag her 
hard. I mauled her plump tits as I gave her a really rough ride. I knew 
that I might have trouble coming after the efforts of the afternoon and 
I certainly did not expect Andrea to come again. However, to my 
surprise, as I came up her after a really hard ride I heard her give a 
little squeal and her thighs tensed around me. I knew then that she had 
come again also. I lay relaxing on her sweaty body as her limp thighs 
dropped from me and fell, slackly splayed, on the bed. I just lay with 
my weight on her, our sweat mingling, as we both got our breath back. I 
moved off her. 

"Gillian will be home in a few minutes," I said, "go and have a shower 
and put on the sheerest nightdress you have with no dressing gown. I 
want Gillian to be in no doubt as to how we have spent the afternoon." 
Andrea looked at me in horror. 

"You can't make me do that!" she gasped. I just laughed. 

"Get on with it or you'll still be naked when she comes home." Andrea 
gasped and ran to the bathroom. I went downstairs and collected my 
trousers. I did not mean to frighten Gillian too soon. While Andrea was 
drying her hair I had a quick shower, slipped my trousers on and lay on 
the bed. Andrea came naked out of the bathroom. 

"Please let me get dressed before my daughter comes home," she begged. 
I looked at her from my comfortable position on the bed. 

"If you are not in a night-dress that I like within ten seconds," I 
said quietly, "Gillian will find you across my knee being thrashed with 
my belt when she comes in." Without hesitation Andrea went to her 
dressing-table and slipped on a sheer black shortie night-dress. She 
looked hesitatingly at me. 

"Please may I put panties on," she begged. I smiled to myself. She was 
learning. I nodded and she slipped matching panties up her long lovely 
slender legs. She looked absolutely stunning. The black nightdress had 
a low-cut scalloped neckline which clung to and outlined her prominent 
bosom and displayed a deep cleavage. Her stiff nipples and areolae were 
very evident through the thin sheer material. The panties were pulled 
tightly up into her cunt outlining her fleshy lips and displaying the 
groove of her cunt very clearly. She had drawn her long blonde hair 
into a pony-tail which made her look very young. 

"You look very nice Andrea," I said, "Gillian should be proud to have 
such a pretty young mother." She shuddered. 

"This is how things are going to be," I told her, "Gillian will have 
had a shower after hockey training. You will be downstairs in the 
kitchen preparing our supper, when Gillian comes home. When she comes 
in you are to send Gillian to her room and tell her to put on the 
nightdress and panties that she was wearing last night. She is not to 
wear slippers or a dressing gown and you will then bring her to me in 
the bedroom. You will bring her in and tell me that I have your 
permission to do what I like to her and then you will watch as I kiss 
her and begin to feel her. You will then go down and stay downstairs 
for half an hour while I play with your daughter. By then you should 
have made us some supper. After half an hour you can come and knock at 
the bedroom door with the supper and we might let you in if we are not 
too busy. If you forget any of that, or get any of it wrong, I will 
thrash your fat arse with my belt in front of your daughter" 

"Please don't do this," she begged, "don't shame me in front of my 
daughter." I looked at her and laughed. 

"I don't repeat myself," I said warningly, "just go downstairs and get 
on with it." Andrea went down the stairs and almost at once the outside 
door opened and I heard Gillian's high-pitched teenage tones. After a 
few minutes I heard a soft knock at the bedroom door. I got off the bed 
and opened it, looking at the two frightened blondes almost identically 
attired in black night-dresses. They could almost have been sisters 
rather than mother and daughter. I stood aside and motioned them in. 
"Have you spoken to Gillian, Andrea?" I asked. Andrea nodded. "Well?" I 
said. 

Andrea said quietly, "I have told Gillian that she is to stay in here 
with you while I make your supper and that she is to do what she is 
told, and that I want her to do it. She doesn't really understand" 

"Very good," I said, "she soon will understand." I took the teenager by 
the arm and pulled her gently to me. I tilted up her chin to my face 
and, looking over at her horrified young mother I began to kiss her 
virtually naked daughter. I put my left arm round the girl and slid it 
down to the slight swell of her under-developed bottom and began to 
fondle her buttock. Her mother gasped again. I slightly turned Gillian 
so that her mother could see exactly what I was doing and put my right 
hand on the upper part of her waist with my thumb brushing the 
underside of her immature but fairly prominent breast. So far my kiss 
had been very gentle but now I slightly extended my tongue so that it 
touched Gillian's soft lips. I pressed slightly more firmly and the 
trembling young teenager's lips parted. I slipped my tongue between her 
lips and took possession of her sweet young mouth. As I began to kiss 
her more deeply I moved my right hand slowly up on to her tit and began 
to feel her through the nylon of the nightdress. As the teenager gasped 
under an adult kiss with the hand that I still had on her arse I drew 
her more firmly towards me so that her cunt was pressed against my 
prick. She was a tall girl, about the same height as her mother. I felt 
her nipple begin to stiffen under my hand so I moved to the other 
breast. As I continued to feel her I took my lips from hers and looked 
across at her mother. 

"Well, Andrea?" I asked, "What is it like to have given your daughter, 
practically naked, to me and giving me permission to do what I like to 
her? How do you feel now that you can see her being touched up in front 
of you and knowing that you are letting me do it?" 

"You made me do it!" she gasped, "I'd give anything not to have it 
happen." 

I laughed. "You haven't got anything I want more than your pretty 
daughter. Now get out and leave us alone. When the supper is ready come 
bring up mine and Gillian's on a tray and knock and wait. Don't come in 
whatever noises you hear until you are told." 

I turned my back on her as she left the room crying and I led her 
pretty young daughter to the bed. I lay down on the bed and motioned 
for Gillian to join me which she quickly did. I enjoyed watching her 
lithe young body so clearly revealed by the sheer sexy material of the 
night-dress. There are few things more appealing than a fit young teen-
age girl's developing body. Her breasts moved appealingly under the 
sheer nylon and as she drew her legs on to the bed I looked down to the 
join at the top of her legs and let her see me looking. She began to 
blush sweetly. The tight panties outlined the fleshy lips and prominent 
mound of her young cunt and the soft fleece on her pubic mound showed 
clearly through the thin material. She appeared to take after her 
mother in this department, both had well developed fleshy cunts with a 
prominent pubic mound well dressed with curly blonde hair! 

"Take your hair out of the pony-tail darling," I said, " and leave it 
loose." She put both hands behind her head to loosen her hair and this 
pose made her breasts stand out firmly against the nylon nightie. I 
could see that her nipples were making hard little points against the 
thin material. She may be frightened still, but this sexy little piece 
was excited despite herself as well. I tilted the teenager's chin up 
and gently kissed her. 

"Go to the bottom of the bed, darling and as I lift my arse pull of my 
trousers and then come back up here," I said gently. She quickly did as 
she was told and I lifted up my arse to make it easier for her. I was 
now completely naked beside the excited young teenager.. 

"Now, Gillian" I said "you told me last night that you had never 
touched your boyfriend's prick. I want you to feel my prick and balls 
gently until I tell you to stop." She looked fearfully down. My prick 
was semi-erect lying across my thigh and must have looked huge to her 
inexperienced eyes. She did not move but just lay looking dumbly at it. 
"Do it" I said quietly "or you know that I will hurt you." 

She reached out with her small hand and gingerly touched my prick about 
half way up the shaft. I made her close her hand around the shaft and 
showed her how to wank me. My prick rapidly became fully erect under 
this treatment. "Do you know what you are doing Gillian?" I asked. She 
shook her head. I laughed. "I don't believe you, you little liar. You 
may never have done it before but I bet that you talked to your posh 
Kent friends. Well?" I tilted her face up to mine. The blonde teenager 
blushed deeply and her wide baby-blue eyes looked into mine. 

"I'm giving you a wank," she whispered shyly. 

"That's right," I said, "now feel my balls with your other hand." While 
the girl was wanking and feeling me I put my mouth down to her firm 
young breast and began to suck the nipple through it's nylon cover. She 
gasped and her hand tightened on my prick. I took my mouth from her tit 
for a moment. "Wank me harder, Gillian," I said and the girl lengthened 
her stroke until she was tossing me off very nicely indeed. I went back 
to sucking her tit, moving from one to the other. Her sexually-
inexperienced young body was wriggling excitedly under the unaccustomed 
caresses as her nipples stiffened and I began to become aroused again. 
I did not intend, however to fuck Gillian this time. It would be 
something for her and her mother to worry about while I was away, what 
I was going to do to them when I returned. Time was getting on and I 
had done all that I really wanted to in the time I had. There was a 
slight noise at the bedroom door and a gentle knock. Gillian's hand 
froze on my prick. I took my lips from her stiff nipple. 

"Carry on wanking me off, Gillian," I said and waited till she 
complied. I then told her mother to come in and went back to sucking 
her daughter's nipple. Andrea came through the door and gasped as she 
saw her young daughter tossing off a naked man. I lay back with my 
hands behind my head and looked at the horrified young mother watching 
her virgin teenage daughter tossing a man off and fondling his hairy 
balls. 

"You can serve us our supper now Andrea," I said casually and the 
trembling mother poured coffee and offered sandwiches to her daughter 
and to the man who had so quickly and easily assumed control of their 
lives. I made her stand by the bed as we finished our supper and she 
stood nervously shifting from one foot to the other and twisting her 
hands anxiously. It was now nearly time for me to go but there was one 
last act which would burn the activities of the past days into the 
minds of mother and daughter and let them know how things were going to 
be as long as they lived in the valley. I finished my supper and lay 
back with my hands behind my head looking at Andrea. "Toss me off 
Gillian," I ordered, and the girl immediately reached for my prick and 
began to wank me back to stiffness. her mother gasped with horror 
again. I looked up at Andrea. 

"Give me your panties," I said simply. She reddened and then went pale 
and began to tremble. 

"You couldn't be so wicked as to make me do that in front of my 
daughter," she gasped. 

"Let me put it this way," I said quietly, "if your panties are not off 
in ten seconds I will take my belt to both you and Gillian before I 
leave." She did not hesitate but wriggled the panties down her slender 
legs and held them out to me blushing. I did not take them at once of 
course, knowing me would you really have expected me to? I let the 
young mother stand humiliating herself with her panties in her 
outstretched trembling hand as she watched her daughter tossing off my 
stiff prick. "Do you think that your Mummy has a nice cunt, Gillian?" I 
asked. They both gasped with horror and I laughed and took her panties. 
"Get on the bed, Andrea," I ordered. She lay on the other side of me so 
that I was between her and her daughter, who was still giving me a nice 
wank. 

"Pull your heels up to your arse Andrea and spread your thighs," I 
said, "you should know the position by now." The frightened woman 
immediately did as she was told and I put my hand between her thighs 
and gently finger-fucked her as her daughter wanked me. Despite herself 
Andrea was turned on and her cunt was wet under my fingers. I gently 
removed Gillian's hand from my prick and moved down the bed so that I 
was between her mother's spread inviting thighs. "You know what sex is 
about, Gillian," I said, "you have had lessons at school and I am sure 
that you and your friends have sniggered about it. Well now you are 
going to see it." 

"No, please, no," Andrea whispered. I moved forward so that my prick 
was brushing the outer lips of her hairy cunt. 

"Open the lips of your cunt, Andrea," I said. I now had such complete 
domination that, in spite of the presence of her daughter she 
immediately did as I commanded. "Now, Gillian," I said, "take my prick 
in you hand and push it up your mother's cunt." There was no hesitation 
now as the frightened girl did as I told her and I slid my stiff prick 
straight up the young mother, sheathing myself in her to the balls as 
she lay beside her daughter. The humiliated young woman was as red as a 
beetroot as she submitted under me in the presence of her virgin 
daughter. 

"Well, Gillian," I said, "what do you think of your mother now, lying 
with a man's stiff prick hard up her waiting to be fucked?" Gillian 
trembled but did not reply. 

I lay forward and began to feel Andrea's plump breasts as I began to 
fuck her. I did not have much time now as it was already later than I 
should have liked so I began to ride Andrea harder, making sure that my 
prick brushed her erect clitoris with each stroke. I intended to make 
her come in the presence of her daughter. I increased my stroke, 
shagging the arse off her. She clearly was trying not to co-operate as 
she was ashamed in front of her young daughter but the feelings 
emanating from my continued agitation of her stiff little clitoris 
overcame her inhibitions and, despite herself, her thighs locked 
themselves around my waist and pulled me deeper up her hairy hole. She 
began to gasp with each stroke and then to emit wordless squeals. I had 
also forgotten Gillian by now as I rode her mother to her last 
shattering orgasm of the day. Andrea squealed loudly as I came up her 
and lay panting on her, squeezing and mauling her sweaty tits through 
the clinging nylon as her thighs fell to the bed and lay spread and 
wanton. The room smelt of cunt. While I was lying stuck up the fucked-
out mother I reached over and grasped her daughter's tit. Gillian 
gasped as I pulled her to me by the nipple and began to deeply kiss 
her. I felt the daughter's breasts thoroughly through her nightdress as 
I kissed her. I was really enjoying myself but, sadly, time had run out 
and I had to go. I released Gillian and pulled my prick from Andrea's 
sticky cunt and got off the bed. As I put my trousers on I looked at 
the shocked mother still trembling from the orgasm and at her pretty 
daughter who had learnt so much in such a short time. 

"I have to go now," I said, "as I told you, I'll be away in Switzerland 
for a few days. We can continue this when I return." 

I gave them a last look and left the bedroom. I collected my sweater 
and shoes from the living room and went back to my cottage where I had 
a quick coffee before loading the car for my quick drive to the airport 
and my promised re-union with Jonathan and my meeting with his bride, 
Jane. (see 'The Climbing Hut'). 

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Part 4

I returned to the valley from Switzerland at about one o'clock in the 
morning after having been away for about five days (See 'Andrea and 
Gillian Parts 1-3). The waning moon threw its cold light over the 
mountains as I parked my car outside my cottage and stood for a moment 
looking down the valley towards the sea. I could see the dim glow from 
the lights of Caernarfon on the horizon. The night was clear and cold 
and the stars were shining brightly like jewels. I looked up at Orion 
and the stars of the hunter's belt led my eyes down to Sirius, glinting 
like a sparkling diamond over the shoulder of the great dark bulk of 
Pen yr Oleu Wen. Although the night was cold I had had a fast drive 
through the night from the airport in Manchester in a hot car and I 
relished the freshness and chill of the Welsh mountain air. The night 
was silent apart from the sound of water tumbling over the stones as it 
flowed down the valley from Llyn Ogwen to the sea.

I looked over the dark valley. There were few trees and the only 
movement was from the occasional indistinct white bulk of a timid but 
inquisitive sheep nosing around the edge of the hillside by my fence. I 
looked at the dark house next door. It looked completely lifeless and 
yet I knew better than anyone what potentialities it held. I had 
already experienced some of them and as I now had just one full day to 
enjoy myself with my pretty pair of sluts and then after that one full 
day's climbing before I had to leave for the States to attend to 
unfinished business there (See 'A Week in London'). On the way to the 
States I intended to stop in London to tie up some loose ends there 
also (See 'Derek and Susan'). I took a last look around the cold beauty 
of my native valley and went into my cottage where, after a hot drink 
and a shower to ease the aches of the journey, I fell into a dreamless 
sleep.

When I awoke it was still almost dark. I arose, showered and had coffee 
but no breakfast, that would be provided for me. I dressed as usual 
when I had some entertainment in mind, polo-necked silk shirt and loose 
trousers with no underwear. I put on my boots and anorak and, taking a 
powerful pair of binoculars, I left the cottage and went for my usual 
long morning walk up the shoulder of the mountain taking in the damp 
cool freshness of the morning. The sun was rising although the floor of 
the valley was in darkness still and the shafts of early light threw 
the marble veins on the harsh upper slopes of Pen yr Oleu Wen into rosy 
prominence. The air was filled with the sound of rushing water and the 
noise of sheep. I climbed for about three hundred feet until I was 
pleasantly tired and then began to descend. I came to the very special 
place in the dry stone wall which had been formed over years into a 
kind of a seat - Y Gadair o'r Bardd, the Poet's Seat. Legend had it 
that a local bard used to write poetry here many years ago until one 
morning just about this time of year he was found by a shepherd 
lifeless in the seat, his pen still in his hand and his notebook on his 
knee. I always made a point of resting in his seat. It gave me a good 
view of the valley below, and particularly of the small house next to 
my cottage.

Time was getting on and I could now see signs of life. The curtains 
were drawn back and I could see glimpses of Andrea and Gillian as they 
prepared for the day. I watched them for a while until the sun rose 
over the bulk of the mountain ridge and then I strolled back down the 
hill enjoying the fresh morning air and went into my cottage to make 
some calls. I finished my business and at about seven thirty I left my 
cottage and went to the house next door entering the kitchen quietly, 
as usual, without knocking. I stood just inside the kitchen door. 
Andrea was standing at the sink with her back to me and had not heard 
me. I could hear Gillian upstairs. I walked quietly over to Andrea as 
she was washing up and, putting my arms round her under her armpits I 
gently but firmly cupped her breasts. She saw my reflection in the 
window, gave a gasp of horror and stood rigid in my arms.

"Hello, Andrea darling," I said quietly, my mouth close to the soft 
blonde whispy strands covering her ear, "I'm back again. Are you 
pleased to see me?" She did not answer but her body was tense with 
anxiety. I laughed softly and began to fondle the big soft breasts in 
my cupped hands through the thin material of her dress and bra. I 
pressed my prick against the full globes of her soft arse and began to 
feel myself becoming erect. She was standing rigid with fear and I knew 
that she was remembering the events of the last afternoon and evening I 
had spent in her house before I went to Switzerland. She was too tense 
and afraid at the moment to provide any real sport and I began to 
wonder if I had her in such a state that she was so completely cowed 
that there was no more real entertainment to be had with her. Of course 
I could always continue to entertain myself with Gillian. Andrea had no 
real idea of the degradation and shame that they could both still 
undergo. She thought that on the evening before I left for Switzerland 
she had been as humiliated in front of her pretty young daughter as was 
possible. After all, she had had to submit to watching me fondling her 
daughter and to being fucked with her daughter lying beside us.

I could see in her wide eyes the questions, "How much worse can things 
really get? When is this man going to leave me alone?"

The answers were simple. It was going to get an awful lot worse, much 
worse than she could never imagine and I would only leave her alone 
when the family ceased to amuse me. I gave her big plump tits a last 
squeeze and walked over to the table sitting down on a plain chair and 
watching her as she fearfully turned to look at me. She was wearing a 
short yellow dress rather low-cut about three inches above her plump 
knees and sheer black stockings. I wondered if she had dared to put on 
any panties. I already knew from fondling her tits that she was wearing 
a flimsy bra. Her tits needed the support really if the truth be told. 
Her dress was rather pretty, the neckline low enough to show her 
cleavage and thin enough to show the outline of her plump sexy legs as 
she stood back-lit by the light from the window. She did not appear to 
be wearing a slip and was barefoot. She had put up her long blonde hair 
emphasising the lovely column of her slender neck.

"Go and put on your shoes," I ordered quietly. She didn't hesitate but 
went into the living room and came back almost immediately in five-inch 
high stiletto heels on which she balanced precariously. "In future," I 
said, "you will wear those in the house at all times unless I tell you 
that you can take them off. If I ever find you without them again I'll 
thrash your fat arse. Do you understand?" She nodded fearfully and 
stood looking at me. She was trembling gently and I knew that she was 
apprehensive about what might happen when Gillian came downstairs Just 
then we heard Gillian on the stairs and Andrea looked nervously at me.

Gillian came in the door and stopped short when she saw me sitting at 
the table. She went rather pale. She was dressed for school as usual in 
a in a short pleated grey skirt with dark tights and a white blouse, 
unbuttoned at the neck with just one button unfastened. Her blouse 
which was sufficiently thin for me to see that she was wearing a bra, 
the lacy cups of which showed tantalisingly as her young breasts thrust 
against the front of the cotton blouse which formed part of her school 
uniform. As usual, her long blonde hair was caught in a pony-tail.

I motioned to Gillian and she crossed the kitchen to stand beside me as 
I sat by the table. Looking into her mother's wide anxious eyes I put 
my hand on the inside of Gillian's leg just above the knee and just 
below the hem of her short skirt. She was standing with her legs 
slightly apart so I did not have to adjust her position. I let Gillian 
stand with her legs spread while I ran my hand up the inside of her 
plump youthful thigh until my thumb brushed the edge of her panties 
which I could feel through her thin tights. I moved my hand slightly 
higher, cupping the warm flesh of her thigh through the thin nylon of 
her tights until my knuckle brushed against the fleshy lips of her cunt 
which I could feel through her thin tights and panties. I heard her 
gasp and I began to gently rub my knuckle against her young cunt, 
working her up, while I talked to her horrified young mother who was 
watching me, yet again, fondling her virgin daughter and not daring to 
intervene. I let her stand for a while watching me feeling her daughter 
and knowing that she was getting more and more anxious. Finally, still 
with my hand up Gillian's skirt I pulled her down on to my knee and 
cupped her hot young cunt in my hand. Mother and daughter's eyes met 
and Gillian gave a deep gasp. I began to more firmly feel the teenagers 
cunt through her underwear as I looked at her mother.

"Are you wearing panties, Andrea?" I asked casually. If possible she 
went even paler as she nodded. "That is a very big mistake as you will 
shortly discover," I said, "I thought that you would have learned your 
lesson from last time but you just don't seem to learn, do you?" She 
looked down at the floor in front of her and stood twisting her hands 
together with anxiety.

"I wonder if I should thrash your fat arse again," I mused, looking at 
her shaking figure.

"Oh God! Please don't," she whispered. I just sat with her daughter on 
my lap casually feeling the teenager's hot young cunt while the anxious 
humiliated mother watched helplessly. I slipped my hand from under 
Gillian's skirt, slid it into the opening of her blouse and began to 
fondle her springy young tit through her thin bra.

"Take off your panties, Andrea," I said quietly. Her daughter and I 
watched her trying to balance on the ridiculously high heels as she 
slipped the sheer panties down her nylon-sheathed legs and held them 
out to me. I ignored her. I slid Gillian to her feet and said to her, 
"Open my trousers and give me a nice wank Gillian darling." She looked 
at her mother still forlornly holding out the handful of delicate lacy 
nylon and turned back to me. Her soft hand slid into my groin and she 
gently and carefully pulled my zip down, freeing my semi-erect prick. I 
nodded to her and she grasped it in her hand and began to wank me with 
the instinctive skill that she had shown last time. I put my hand on 
the teenager's blonde head and gently pushed her down so that she was 
kneeling beside me as she continued her slow delicious wank. I spread 
my thighs and motioned to the floor between them.

"Kneel down between my legs, Andrea," I ordered, "and suck me off." It 
was a measure of my control over the plump blonde that she did not 
hesitate. Manoeuvring herself on her high heels, she carefully knelt 
down between my thighs. "Keep your hands by your sides," I said, "Now, 
Gillian, feed my prick into your mother's mouth and wank me as she 
sucks me off." I felt Andrea's cool breath as she blew gently on the 
head of my prick. She was clearly trying to remember what I had told 
her to do last time. Then she opened her red lips and moved her head 
forward so that her daughter could feed my stiff prick into her hot wet 
mouth. I felt the head of my stiff knob enveloped in the soft warmth of 
her mouth and keeping her wide blue eyes fixed on mine she began to 
rhythmically suck me off as her daughter wanked me into her mouth. I 
looked down at the two sexy blondes working on my prick and smiled with 
satisfaction. I gently put my hand on Andrea's bobbing blonde head and 
pressed slightly and she immediately got the message, beginning to take 
more of my prick into her mouth with each stroke. Gillian instinctively 
began to wank me harder and I made no attempt to delay my ejaculation. 
Quite suddenly I felt a wave of warmth begin in my balls and pass up my 
back and down my legs. Simultaneously my prick spasmed and I filled 
Andrea's mouth and throat with jet after jet of hot cum. She knew 
better than not to swallow it all and she kept her mouth on my prick 
with her wide eyes fixed on mine until the storm of my ejaculation was 
over. I nodded to her and she let my softening prick slip from between 
her red lips. As it did so a thin stream of white cum ran from the 
corner of her mouth. Incongruously, she was still holding her panties 
which she unconsciously used to clean herself up. I let her get up and 
go and clean her teeth.

Gillian was still kneeling beside me holding my softening prick. I took 
a firm grip on her girlish tit. She gasped but I didn't let go and I 
lifted her from her knees to her feet by the tit while she gasped with 
pain. Still holding her tit I stood up, pulled her to me and gave a 
long deep slow luxurious exploring kiss. I was still kissing her and 
squeezing her tit when her mother came back into the kitchen . She 
stopped just inside the door and stood watching us. I finished kissing 
Gillian and released her, sitting down again. I looked at the two 
women.

"Gillian, make me some coffee and then it will be time for you to go to 
school." She hastened to obey me as I looked at her mother. "Well, 
Andrea," I said, "you have been a bad girl again haven't you? You knew 
that you were not supposed to wear panties if there was any chance that 
I would come round and I find that you have disobeyed me. Don't you 
think hat you deserve a thrashing?"

"God! No, please," she whispered, her face going even paler. I knew 
that she was remembering the severe thrashing she had had a week ago. I 
would not be surprised if her arse were still marked and sore.

"Well, would you like a different punishment?" I asked.

"Yes, yes," she said, "anything else please, just don't hit me on my 
bottom again, I couldn't stand it." I thought for a moment as Gillian 
brought me my coffee. To entertain myself while I talked to the mother 
I pulled her daughter on to my knee and slipped my hand inside her 
blouse and fondled her tit through her bra. I had decided what to do.

"Strip to your stockings and suspender belt, Andrea," I ordered. The 
now completely compliant blonde slipped her dress off and put it on a 
chair then she unsnapped her bra and stood before us virtually naked. I 
looked at her leisurely as I continued to feel her pretty daughter. She 
was an incredibly erotic sight as she stood balanced on her high heels 
naked in front of us apart from a lacy black suspender belt supporting 
sheer black stockings. Her plump breasts were, perhaps, beginning to 
sag a little but she was no less attractive for that. I looked at her 
cunt. I could see the virtually closed groove surmounted by soft fleecy 
blond pubic hair covering her prominent pubic mound.

"Right Andrea," I said, "this is your punishment. You will stay dressed 
exactly as you are for the rest of the day. Keep your shoes on and 
don't put anything else on. In addition, by the time I come tonight you 
are to have shaved your cunt completely. I want to see it as bare as a 
baby's and if it isn't you will get a sound thrashing." She looked 
absolutely appalled. I let her stand there and think about it as I 
continued to feel her daughter. I tilted Gillian's face towards me and 
began to deeply kiss her again as I played with her springy teenage 
tit. After a while I took my lips from her daughter's and looked at 
Andrea.

"I'll stay naked," she promised, "but please don't make me shave 
myself. It is just too, too humiliating."

"Just do it!" I said simply. She looked crushed and nodded compliantly. 
"What are your plans for this evening Gillian?" I asked. She looked at 
her mother.

"I was going to go to the Youth Club and I'd be back about eight 
thirty," she said in her high girlish treble.

"That's fine," I said, "I am going climbing this afternoon and then 
your mother is going to make me dinner, aren't you Andrea?" The naked 
blonde nodded. "When you come home from the Youth Club Gillian, I'll be 
in the bedroom fucking your mother. Get changed into the nice 
nightdress that you were wearing last week and come in and join us. Do 
you understand?" The teenager nodded and just then we heard the sound 
of the school bus drawing up outside the small house. I gave her tit a 
last squeeze and pushed her to her feet. "Off you go," I said, "I'll 
see you tonight." She went out, giving her naked mother an unreadable 
look as they passed.

I finished my coffee and looked at Andrea. She looked back at me 
uncertain of my mood or what I was going to do next. She certainly had 
an idea what I was capable of!

"Go and stand by the sink looking out of the window with your back to 
me," I ordered. The naked blonde tottered across the kitchen on her 
high heels and stood as I commanded. I moved behind her and ran my hand 
over her arse. She shuddered and I gave her arse-cheek a shark slap. 
The sound echoed like a pistol shot through the small kitchen. She gave 
a gasp and jumped and I saw the creases in her flesh as she reflexively 
clenched her buttocks. The red mark of my hand stood out plainly 
against her white skin. To amuse myself I began to fairly gently but 
firmly spank her, first on one cheek and then on the other, gradually 
reddening them. She gasped with each slap and began to gently sob 
although I knew that it was mainly from the fear of what might happen 
rather than from any real pain. She clearly remembered the thrashing 
that I had given her last week very vividly. I was only really amusing 
myself but the spanking served the purpose of getting me hard again.

"Reach behind you and toss me off, Andrea," I said. She hurried to do 
as I commanded and I enjoyed her practised hand as she wanked me. She 
was really very good at it. "I feel like a nice fuck before I go out," 
I said, "put your hands on the side of the sink and bend over, 
spreading your thighs." The naked blonde arranged herself into the 
humiliating position that I had specified and I reached between her 
spread thighs and felt her cunt. In spite of herself she had been 
turned on by some of the things that had happened. I suspected that it 
may have even been the spanking once she realised that it was not 
really going to hurt. I began to feel her moist cunt gradually become 
wetter under my fingers as she wanked me.

"Right, Andrea," I said deliberately harshly, "stick your fat arse 
out." I felt the plump cheeks of her bottom against my stomach and I 
bent my knees slightly and guided my stiff prick straight up her moist 
cunt until, with one movement, I was buried in her to the balls. "Keep 
hold of the edge of the sink and move with me," I ordered as I began to 
slowly fuck her. I reached round under her armpits and began to fairly 
roughly squeeze and fondle her plump swinging tits. I gently tortured 
the nipples to bullet-hardness between my thumbs and forefingers. I 
held her by the tits pulling her back against me as I began to fuck her 
harder. I heard her gasping breathing becoming deeper and more ragged 
and, despite herself, she was now moving more rhythmically with me as I 
directed her by pressure on her tits. Again I did not try to prolong 
things as I had plenty to do that day. I felt the ejaculation start and 
I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum up into Andrea's womb. I heard her 
gasp as she came in spite of her anxiety. It was not a powerful orgasm 
but I had felt the velvet wave of her climax as the walls of her cunt 
gripped my prick. I gave her tits a last rough squeeze and withdrew 
from the shaking blonde. The smell of sex mingled with female sweat 
filled the kitchen. As she held herself up against the sink I could see 
rivers of white cum running down her inner thighs to her stocking tops. 
I zipped up my trousers and looked at her.

"You can have a bath but be sure to dress exactly as I have told you. I 
shall be out climbing today but I'll be here for dinner about five 
thirty," I said, "then we will have a couple of hours until Gillian 
comes home. See that you have done everything I told you and that you 
have a nice dinner ready or you will be really sorry." I zipped my 
trousers, looked once at the trembling naked blonde I had just fucked 
and left her kitchen to return to my cottage to prepare for a day on 
the hills.

I put on my mountain gear and boots. I did not need my ropes as I 
intended to free-climb. I wanted to check out a climb that I thought 
that Julia (see 'A Week in London') would be able to cope with when I 
next brought her to Wales. I packed a light lunch in a small ruck-sack 
and drove to the cottage at the head of the pass which was the 
traditional collecting point for climbers. As it was quite late now not 
many people were about, most having already left for the hills. I 
climbed over the stile and quickly walked the two miles along the rough 
track into Cwm Idwal. I passed round the east end of Llyn Idwal and 
followed the steep path along the side of the lake to the granite mass 
of the Idwal slabs on the sheer north face of the Glyder ridge. The 
rocks towered over me and some climbers were already on the face. 
Luckily no-one was on the route that I intended to lead Julia up in the 
near future. It was a fairly simple 'beginners' climb and I went up 
without difficulty, free climbing for three hundred feet before I got 
to the top of the great slab. Normally I would have abseiled down but I 
had something much more interesting in mind today.

I climbed another hundred and fifty feet up the steep rock-strewn slope 
until it suddenly levelled out into a small deep narrow dark mysterious 
cwm. This was the Nameless Cwm. Very few climbers ever came here. I sat 
in the mouth of the Nameless Cwm and had a light lunch looking about 
five hundred feet down into the sombre depths of Cwm Idwal with it's 
dark brooding lake. Finishing my lunch, I packed my ruck-sack and went 
up the narrow funnel of the cwm to the great rock wall of the Glyder 
North Face at the end. From here it was a steep but not difficult climb 
of two hundred feet which bought me to the crest of the Glyder ridge 
close to the shattered rocks of Castell y Gwynt, The Castle of the 
Winds. I thought that Julia would be able to manage this. I turned west 
and scaled the summit of Glyder Fawr before going down the steep north 
ridge to the top of the great crack of the Devil's Kitchen. I went down 
the Kitchen back into Cwm Idwal and back to the climber's cottage and 
my car. The whole climb had lasted five hours. I would allow seven for 
Julia and it would take the whole day. I was very satisfied with the 
plan.

It was now about two-thirty and I drove down the pass past my cottage 
and Andrea's small house into Caernarfon to see to a few business 
matters, returning at about five o'clock. I had about three and a half 
hours to amuse myself with Andrea before Gillian came home. I showered 
and changed into my usual uniform of loose trousers with no underwear 
and a silk polo-necked sweater. I wore loose sandals with no socks.

I went next door and quietly entered the kitchen. Andrea had taken a 
lot of trouble with the dinner. The table was nicely laid and there was 
a bottle of white wine cooling in a wine-chiller. I could smell the 
aroma of salmon steaks gently grilling and she had made a crisp green 
salad. All-in-all a splendid nourishing light dinner which would leave 
me in good form for the evening's entertainment. I looked at Andrea. 
She was dressed as I had left her earlier in the day, in a lacy black 
suspender belt supporting sheer black silk stockings and balanced 
precariously on five-inch stiletto heels. The high heels had the effect 
of making her arse stick out rather deliciously.

Spread your thighs, Andrea," I ordered, and as she did so the plump 
lips of her shaved cunt were thrown into sharp relief. As she parted 
her thighs the groove of her cunt opened slightly and the pink inner 
lips were evident. I looked at the anxious blonde.

"Because you were a bad girl earlier today," I said conversationally, 
"you are not getting any dinner. It will be your job to serve me and to 
entertain me while I eat. Do you understand?" She nodded quickly. She 
quickly served me my dinner and poured my wine. I pointed to the floor. 
"Get down in the position I showed you," I ordered. Andrea went down on 
her knees, put her hands behind her back and, with her head held erect 
on her long slender lovely neck, looked into my eyes. In this position 
her prominent breasts stuck out beautifully and as she separated her 
plump thighs widely the groove of her naked cunt gaped open, displaying 
the inner lips and the hard little button of her clitoris protruding 
slightly at the top of the crack. I sat and enjoyed my dinner as I 
watched her.

"Now, Andrea," I said to the totally submissive blonde, "I want you to 
play with yourself until you come. If you have not come by the time I 
have finished my dinner and my wine, I will take my belt to your fat 
arse. Now, get on with it." She looked at me wordlessly and one hand 
went to the open crack of her cunt and the other began to fondle a bare 
erect nipple. She began to play with her cunt, slipping first one 
finger and then two inside herself and running her fingers repeatedly 
gently but insistently from the soft smooth skin of her perineum at the 
back of the crack of her cunt along the groove of her cuntal opening 
riding gently on the soft inner lips until she flicked the hard bud of 
her pouting clitoris. Each time she did this she gave a small gasp and 
I saw her grip her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She began to 
lose control of her breathing and her head began to move rhythmically 
in time with her sawing finger. Her hair swung forward like a curtain, 
moving as she swung her head from side to side, lost in the sensation, 
She was a stunning site. A totally submissive blonde who had completely 
lost control of herself, at my feet with her thighs spread masturbating 
frantically. She came with a gasp and a shudder that racked her whole 
body. I could see the sheen of perspiration on her shoulders and 
forehead. She knelt before me panting, trying to bring her breathing 
under control. I finished my dinner and looked down at her.

I stood up and walked over to the kneeling blonde and reached down and 
grasped her prominent erect nipple between forefinger and thumb. I 
raised her to her feet by pulling upwards on her nipple. She gasped a 
little and struggled to her feet to try to relieve the tension I was 
putting on her breast. There was just under an hour until Gillian came 
home, just enough time for what I had in mind. I led the frightened 
blonde upstairs by the breast, drawing her after me like a bitch on a 
lead. She was stumbling a little as she tried to keep up with me 
balanced on her high heels.

When we reached the bedroom I stood beside the bed and looked at 
Andrea. She looked back at me and then dropped her eyes, a gentle 
trembling of her whole body making her plump tits quiver deliciously.

"Undress me," I said quietly. Andrea pulled my sweater over my head as 
gently as she dared and then unfastened my trousers and drew them 
slowly down my legs, gasping as my half-erect prick became visible. I 
stepped out of my trousers and lay on the clean neat bed. I patted the 
bedclothes and Andrea lay down alongside me.

"Would you like to know what is going to happen tonight, Andrea?" I 
asked her. Her big blue eyes filled with tears.

"Please don't hurt us," she begged. I laughed and nodded downwards. The 
compliant blonde immediately took hold of my thick shaft and began to 
toss me off. I could forgive her a lot because she really was an expert 
wanker. I drew her towards me and began to kiss her, enjoying the clean 
softness of her mouth. As she lay in my arms wanking me and submitting 
to my caresses I slid my hand between her thighs on to her bare cunt 
and began to work her up a little. She gasped as I fondled her cunt and 
gasped even more loudly when I slipped a finger inside and began to 
gently finger-fuck her, flicking the hard bud of her clitoris from time 
to time. Having moistened my finger in her cunt I gently slid it back 
along her soft perineum straight up her clinging arsehole. She gasped. 
I held her in my arms and carried on kissing her as I thoroughly 
finger-fucked her moist clinging arse. She blushed deeply as she 
clearly felt that this was a very shameful thing that I was doing to 
her. I carried on playing with the body of my submissive partner and 
enjoying her wanking me until we heard the kitchen door open 
downstairs. We heard Gillian go to her bedroom and I knew that she 
would be too afraid not to carry out my orders exactly. I put my mouth 
to Andrea's ear and whispered,

"I told Gillian that I would be fucking you when she came in. When she 
knocks at the door you can tell her to come in." I took my finger from 
Andrea's arse and lifted her thigh so that it was over mine, then 
pulling her towards me, I slid my stiff eight inches up her in one 
smooth movement until I was buried in her to the balls. I slid my moist 
finger back up her greasy tight little bottom. She bit her bottom lip 
and gasped, still blushing from my fingering of her bottom as I began 
to gently fuck her. It was clear that when I was gentle with her, in 
spite of her uncertainty and anxiety, Andrea enjoyed sex. She almost 
immediately began to move with me in the rhythm of a deep slow 
satisfying fuck. "Do you like this, darling?" I whispered into her ear.

Her cheeks flamed as she confessed, "I like it when you are being nice 
to me, but you can be so cruel. I am frightened about what you are 
going to do to Gillian." I laughed softly and kissed her ear. I slipped 
my finger from her arsehole and put my hands round her clasping her 
rounded buttocks in my hands and pulling her hard on to my prick. Just 
then we heard a gentle knock at the door. I looked significantly at 
Andrea. "Come in, darling," she called hesitantly. I pulled her closer 
and began to kiss her as I pulled her on to my stiff prick which was 
buried deep in her sexy belly. I looked over the body of the young 
mother that I was busy fucking to her shy daughter standing just inside 
the bedroom door watching in fascination. I began to fuck Andrea with 
more purpose making sure that my prick rubbed her hard little clitoris 
at each stroke. She began, in spite of the presence of her wondering 
watching daughter, to move with more purpose in my arms. I heard the 
gasping of her breath becoming mixed with little squeals on each 
exhalation of air. I felt the muscles of her velvet cunt becoming more 
moist and clinging and I could sense the waves of orgasm as they passed 
through her body. She came on my thick stiff prick with a final squeal 
and a gasp and lay trembling and sweating in my arms. I had not come as 
I was saving myself for later!

I looked across at Gillian. She had followed my instructions exactly. 
She had left her blonde hair loose and flowing was wearing the same 
sheer black nylon nightdress which she had worn last time I saw her 
ready for bed. It reached the level of her hips an the close-fitting 
bosom clung tightly to her proud firm young breasts. The neckline was 
very low and showed the start of her cleavage. The nightdress was very 
simple with no lace or other decoration but it was stunningly effective 
on Gillian's firm young body. The glamorous night-gown was complemented 
by a pair of very tight high-cut panties which outlined and clearly 
defined the firm plump lips of her young cunt. I could even see the 
soft fleece on her pubic mound through the thin material. I remembered 
the delightful view from the last time I had seen her so attired. I lay 
stuck hard up the cunt of her gasping mother as I smiled across at 
Gillian.

"I have just fucked your beautiful mother, Gillian," I said, "would you 
like me to do the same for you?" Andrea gasped and I felt the velvet 
walls of her yielding cunt grasp at my softening prick.

"You mustn't!" she whispered in horror. I withdrew from the sweating 
Andrea and lay on my back with a small pillow tucked under my arse.

"Clean up my prick and balls with your sexy little tongue," I said to 
the trembling blonde in my arms, " and then give my arsehole a nice 
licking so that it is really clean." She blushed to the roots of her 
soft wavy hair.

"You couldn't be so wicked as to make me do that in front of my 
daughter," she gasped. I laughed and put my hand on her blonde head 
moving her slowly but firmly down my body.

"Just get on with it before I decide to spank you again," I said 
quietly. Andrea reluctantly moved her blonde head between my legs and I 
felt her reluctant breath on my balls as the young mother began to 
delicately lick my prick and balls with her moist pink little tongue. I 
put my hand on her blonde head and moved her firmly against me. She got 
the message and began to kick my balls with more purpose, passing 
backwards with her tongue until she was licking around the rim of my 
arsehole. Her daughter was watching in amazement. I held out my hand 
and then patted the bed beside me. The sexy young teenager reluctantly 
crossed the room towards me and lay down with my arm around her.

I put my arm round her straight under her armpit relishing the 
smoothness of her skin and the delicate feel of her fine underarm hair 
on my forearm as I began to feel her soft springy teenage tit. I tilted 
her head towards me and began to kiss her gently but deeply exploring 
her cool fresh young mouth. Her mother's mouth and lips were exciting 
sensations in my prick and balls. I took my lips from those of the 
teenager and said quietly to her mother,

"Start sucking me off Andrea, get me ready to fuck your daughter." 
Mother and daughter both gasped but Andrea obediently took my prick in 
her soft hand and fed it between her red lips. She began to wank me 
into her mouth, sucking me off expertly as I went back to feeling her 
teenage daughter and exploring her young mouth. My prick was as hard as 
an iron rod now. Gillian was lying in my arms submitting to my kisses 
and to being felt. I gently moved her so that she was lying on her 
back. "Take your panties off and spread your legs, Gillian darling," I 
said, taking my lips from hers The frightened teenager mutely complied 
and I put my hand between her plump thighs and began to feel her sexy 
young cunt. In spite of her fear she began to get moist and I began to 
gently finger-fuck her using just the tips of two fingers. Her cunt 
began to get very moist indeed and she began to pant raggedly. She was 
a very excitable young girl! I wound my fingers in her mother's soft 
blonde hair and gently moved her mouth from my prick, which she still 
held in her hot hand arranging her so that she was lying beside us. I 
moved down the bed until I was between her plump childish thighs and 
Gillian looked down at me with anxiety. Her mother was gasping with 
horror as she watched me feeling her daughter's cunt but she continued 
to wank me. "Now, Andrea," I said, "You are going to help me give your 
daughter her first fuck". "Please don't make me do this" she begged. I 
just looked at her and she paled and gave a soft sob as her hand fell 
from my stiff prick.

"Take my prick in your hand, Andrea," I ordered, "and bring it to 
Gillian's cunt. Open the lips of her hairy little cunt with your other 
hand so that you can put my prick in her." The mother was now so 
frightened that she was completely submissive and under my control and 
clearly would do anything that I ordered her to. She hesitatingly put 
one hand on her daughter's cunt and began to spread the outer lips. 
Gillian bit her lips and gasped loudly as her mother grasped my stiff 
prick and slowly pushed the head between her outer lips. Gillian gave a 
loud gasp and screwed her eyes up. "Open your eyes and look at me," I 
snapped. She opened her blue eyes and fixed them on mine. I slowly 
began to push my prick into her tight cunt. She gasped and shuddered 
but kept her eyes on mine. It was hard going. I don't think that a 
prick the size of mine would have gone into her tight little channel 
without tearing her if I hadn't stretched and moistened her with a 
decent finger-fuck so recently. I was now about an inch up her and I 
stopped pushing and started to very gently fuck her fresh young cunt 
with the end of my tool. It felt great and her channel was slowly 
becoming more relaxed in spite of her terror. "Do you like that 
Gillian?" I asked. She shook her head in mute fear. Her face was red 
with shame and she was trembling. I pressed a little harder and slid a 
little further in. Suddenly I felt resistance. I was in about two 
inches and was at her hymen. She flinched and I knew that she had felt 
it too. I withdrew again and started gently fucking her so that the end 
of my prick was touching and stretching her hymen with each stroke. I 
knew that her cunt was becoming more stretched by each stroke of my 
prick. I looked at her horrified mother.

"While I am fucking your daughter Andrea," I said, "you can be feeling 
my balls and I'd like a nice kiss." The sexy blonde mother immediately 
began to caress by hairy balls and offered her lips. With my stiff 
prick partly up her teenage daughter I began to slowly and deeply kiss 
the young mother as she was feeling my balls. Gillian was so tight and 
hot inside that I was already beginning to feel a tingle in my balls 
and I knew that this might not last very long. While continuing to kiss 
her sexy mother, I pushed forward once more sliding in and continuing 
to meet resistance at around two inches deep. I pushed a little harder 
against her tight virginal barrier. The feeling was so intense for me 
that I couldn't think of anything but how great it would feel to be all 
the way inside of her. I pushed Gillian's legs down flat against the 
bed and climbed between her thighs in a traditional missionary position 
moving her mother with me so that I could continue kissing her. My hard 
stiff prick was still nibbling at her maidenhead, slowly forcing an 
opening. Her whole body squirmed and trembled, as my invading organ 
kept pushing and pushing. And then, with one hard shove I penetrated 
her more deeply. She gave a sharp yelp and her eyes widened as she 
desperately tried to throw me off but I just pushed her back into the 
bed and thrust harder. I forced my way deeper inside her squirming 
hips, pushing past her torn and ruined hymen. She gasped loudly as I 
drove my prick harder up her. With my left hand I seized her by the 
hair tightly twisting her soft loose hair in my hand, now wet with the 
sweat of fear, to keep her still, my weight pressing down on her. With 
the other hand I began to firmly fondle her right tit as I continued to 
kiss her gasping, horrified mother. I decided that I needed to 
concentrate on Gillian and I took my lips from Andrea's and looked 
deeply into Gillian's clouded frightened eyes.

"Carry on feeling my balls while I finish fucking your daughter," I 
ordered the young mother who submissively complied.

Despite her fear and pain, Gillian's nipple was erect under my fingers 
as I felt her through the thin material of her nightdress. Inch by inch 
I forced my way into her no-longer virgin body, gradually impaling her 
on my stiff prick. She struggled as I slowly entered her. In a couple 
more seconds my cock had completely disappeared between her plump 
childish thighs up to my balls. She was tight, but still I was able to 
get the whole thing in. I now had the beautiful teenager, lying flat on 
her back, her thighs splayed wide apart, impaled on my large cock as 
her cowed young mother fondled my big hairy balls as they lay against 
her daughter's violated young cunt.

Although Gillian was so tight I could move in her. I began to slowly 
fuck her, moving my prick out about four inches and pressing hard into 
her until the end of my prick rubbed against her cervix. She was 
sobbing and her whole body was shaking. I could smell the terrified 
girl-smell of a deflowered virgin coming off her heated body. The smell 
of the sweat from her armpits was strong in my nose and the whole room 
seemed to be filled with the scent of cunt. I carried on fucking her, 
slowly lengthening my stroke until she was getting six inches and at 
the end of each push I could feel her cervix rubbing my knob-head. I 
began to fuck her a little harder, but still just using about six 
inches. She gasped and her hips began to move. I pulled my prick right 
back so that the tip was just inside her outer lips. I looked down and 
saw my prick and the bed-spread stained with her virgin blood. I rammed 
my prick deep in her to her cervix and felt my balls nestle against her 
soft arse. Her hips jerked spasmodically.

I began to fuck her harder, pressing her arse deeper into the bed and 
giving her a full eight inches. Her eyes were screwed up and she was 
biting her lip. I kept pressing deeper and deeper, my knobhead brushing 
her cervix with each stroke. She was sobbing convulsively. I could feel 
the pressure beginning to build up in my balls and my knob hardened 
even more as the spasm began. I withdrew to the opening of her violated 
young cunt and, and with the spurts of cum with beginning to flood her 
from my rigid tool I pushed my prick deep up her and spewed my potent 
sperm against her cervix and straight into her womb. I lay on her with 
my prick buried to the balls in her and I could feel her horrified 
gasping breathing. Her damp hair was soft on my cheek and the smell of 
girl-sweat from her armpits and forehead was stronger.

"Just lie quiet for a while, Gillian darling" I said feeling my prick 
becoming softer in her cunt. "Now," I whispered into her ear, "give me 
a nice kiss". She shuddered and her whole body began to tremble. After 
one or two wordless noises she licked her smeared lips and offered them 
to mine. I began a slow luxurious deep kiss lying on the fucked 
teenager with one hand buried in her hair and the other squeezing her 
plump tit, the nipple of which I could feel hard and erect against my 
palm and my softening prick deeply buried in her violated cunt. I just 
let her lie there and took my time exploring her mouth and fondling her 
springy tit. I could feel her sweaty thighs splayed under me sticking 
to mine as I moved slightly relishing the feeling of her mother's cool 
hand on my balls.

With the sensations of her girlish mouth and her mother's cool fondling 
of my balls it was not long before I could feel my prick hardening in 
her cunt so I began to move slowly in her, just an inch or so. She was 
moist and easy now as her cunt was lubricated by my cum.

"No, please," she whimpered, "not again". I smiled and moved my right 
hand under her thigh so that I approached her arse. Looking into her 
shocked eyes I pushed the middle finger of my right hand straight into 
her still virgin hole. She gasped loudly. I pushed my finger deep up 
her hole and started to finger fuck her arse deeply and slowly while my 
prick gently fucked deep into her cunt. She gave a loud sob and blushed 
with shame. I began to fuck her cunt more deeply, giving her all eight 
inches and pushing my prick into her to the balls, feeling her cervix 
caressing the end of my knob. I continued finger-fucking her arse hole 
as deeply as I could and I could feel the sweat and mucus from her 
fevered hole lubricating my invading hand and her girlish buttocks 
clenched against my fingers.

The fingers of my left hand were still twisted in her hair. She looked 
into my eyes and with my hand buried in her arse I increased the depth 
and force of the movement of my prick. I continued to give her the full 
eight inches deep into her cunt so that my balls slammed against her 
arse as the end of my knob battered her cervix. I could feel the slime 
and blood around my prick and her cunt felt looser as her knees splayed 
helplessly. I looked down at her and her plump tits were bouncing on 
her chest with each thrust. She sobbed helplessly. She was so tense and 
afraid that I knew that she would not be able to come so I didn't wait 
for her. I kept on fucking her hard with my hand up her arse until I 
began to feel the familiar tingle in my balls and the increasing 
tension in my prick. I leaned down and pressed my lips against her 
reluctant little mouth which I immediately invaded with my tongue. I 
gave her a rough kiss as, with my finger deep up her arse, I began to 
flood her womb with another lot of hot cum. She sobbed helplessly 
against my mouth and I lay on her with my finger deeply buried up her 
arse while I sucked on her tongue and let the remains of my ejaculation 
flow into her receptive womb. I just lay there, sucking on her tongue, 
enjoying the smell of her sweat, while I got my breath back and let the 
remainder of my cum leak into her cunt. I could feel my prick becoming 
softer and I knew that I would need a rest.

I reached down and gently moved Andrea's finger from my balls and 
rolled off her daughter who lay too shocked to move, her thighs lying 
splayed wide apart. I was lying with Gillian between her mother and me. 
Andrea looked fearfully at me across her daughter's exhausted sweaty 
young body. The smell of cum filled the room and it was trickling from 
Gillian's opened young cunt on to the sheets. I looked back at her.

"Gillian must be very uncomfortable Andrea," I said, "wouldn't it be 
thoughtful if you went down and cleaned up her cunt with your hot 
little tongue." She looked at me in horror.

"Please," she begged, " I just can't. I couldn't do that to my own 
daughter. Please don't make me."

"Oh, I think you can, Andrea," I smiled cruelly, "let me put it this 
way. If you are not down licking Gillian's cunt in ten seconds I'll 
thrash your fat bottom with my belt and then I'll do the same to her." 
The blonde quickly moved down the bed and positioned herself between 
her daughter's spread thighs. She was too frightened to resist and 
without further hesitation put her soft red lips to her daughter's wet 
cunt. She began to lick all round Gillian's cunt as I lay and watched 
her. I began to feel Gillian's tits through the thin night-dress now 
wet with her perspiration and I could feel her firm young bosom begin 
to heave against my hand as her fevered body began to respond 
involuntarily to her mother's reluctant caresses. I heard her breathing 
becoming more ragged as her mother worked her up and, despite herself 
Andrea was beginning to pant with the forbidden guilty excitement of 
sucking off her own daughter. I felt a shudder go through Gillian's 
body as she came. I was still recovering from my exertions with Gillian 
and I decided that a little tableau would be just what I needed. I 
looked down at Andrea.

"Leave Gillian lying on her back, Andrea," I ordered, "and come up 
here." With some relief Andrea took her lips from her daughter's wet 
excited cunt and moved up the bed. Gillian was lying on her back with 
her relaxed thighs splayed apart. "Pull your heels up to your arse and 
spread your thighs, Gillian," I commanded, and her thighs obediently 
spread showing me the pink slit of her wet cunt. "Now, Andrea," I said, 
"kneel, facing her feet, with your thighs on either side of your 
daughter's head." She looked at me in horror, knowing what I had in 
mind but too afraid of me to resist.

"All right, Andrea," I said, "I want you to bend forward until your 
head is between Gillian's thighs and I want you to kiss and suck her 
cunt." The young blonde looked at me in horror.

"I couldn't do that to my own daughter," she whispered, "that's so 
dirty and depraved." I just laughed and putting my hand on the back of 
her head I wound my fingers in her soft blonde her. With gentle 
pressure I moved her down so that her face was between Gillian's 
splayed thighs very close to her cunt.

"If you don't want your arse thoroughly thrashed Andrea, then get on 
with it," I ordered. Still nothing seemed to be happening so I gave the 
white firm buttock a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room and 
the outline of my palm and fingers became evident on the smooth white 
skin of her buttock. Andrea gasped loudly with shock and pain and her 
mouth went straight on to Gillian's exposed and gaping cunt. She began 
to kiss and lick it obviously terrified of another slap. I let her get 
on with it for a while and then said quietly into her ear,

"Now start sucking her cunt. Stick your tongue as far inside her as you 
can and keep licking and sucking or I will slap you again." The 
frightened mother hastened to comply with my orders and she was very 
quickly sucking and tonguing her daughter's wet cunt. Gillian's hips 
were writhing and her heels were pressing into the bed as the 
sensations spread from her excited cunt through her hot young body. I 
whispered again into Andrea's ear, "Now, relax your thighs and drop 
your cunt so that it is on Gillian's mouth." Again the blonde 
immediately complied, not ceasing in her attentions to her daughter's 
hot hole. I moved up and whispered into Gillian's ear,

"You can feel what your mother is doing to you, now do the same to 
her." Gillian immediately put her mouth to her mother's cunt and began 
to kiss and lick the wet open slit. "Start sucking her cunt, Gillian," 
I ordered, "stick your tongue as far inside her as you can and keep 
licking and sucking until I tell you to stop."

I lay back on the bed watching with satisfaction as the pretty mother 
and daughter sucked each other off. Gillian came first, closely 
followed by Andrea. They rested for a moment, not daring to separate 
and then began to tongue one another again. Soon they were sucking one 
another off furiously again and it was clear that another orgasm was 
not far away. They both came again and Andrea lay panting on the 
gasping, sweating, Gillian as their hot faces pressed against each 
other's cunts. It was clear that they were so afraid of me that even 
after two shattering orgasms they did not dare part. The room was full 
of the smell of their excitement. I looked at the exhausted pair.

"OK, Sluts," I said, "have a rest. Just lie down beside one another and 
feel one another's cunts while you get your breath back." The mother 
and daughter collapsed side by side looking into one another's eyes 
trying to bring themselves under control but still not daring to resist 
any demand I made. Their hands stole between each other's thighs and 
they began to gently feel each other. I looked at them with amusement. 
I had altered for ever the relationship between mother and daughter.

It was getting late and I had to be up early for a last day's climbing 
before I left for the States. I still wanted a last bit of fun and I 
wondered what to do with them. As I looked at the pretty pair I knew 
that in spite of having enjoyed taking the teenager's virginity my 
preference was really for the softer rounder body of her more 
experienced submissive mother. I took Andrea by the arm and drew her 
gently towards me. As her daughter carried on fondling her mother's 
cunt I began to give Andrea a slow deep kiss, tasting Gillian on her 
lips. I looked into her wide blue eyes.

"I feel like a last fuck before I leave you," I said conversationally. 
Andrea just looked at me. I pushed a couple of pillows under Gillian's 
bottom so that her cunt and arse were elevated from the bed. "Pull your 
heels up and spread your thighs Gillian," I ordered. The teenager 
immediately complied. "Now, Andrea," I said, "kneel between Gillian's 
thighs facing her and spread your legs. I am going to fuck you from 
behind while you suck her off." I moved behind Andrea as she complied 
with my orders. "Now," I said, "start sucking your daughter off." 
Andrea bent forward and her soft red lips began to explore her young 
daughter's wet cunt. I watched her for a moment and she realised that 
she could not pretend. She began to suck her daughter off in earnest 
alternating between running her hot tongue up and down the groove of 
her daughter's open slit and flicking her hard little clitoris and 
pushing her pink tongue as far up the teenager's cunt as she could, 
fucking her daughter with her hot little tongue. Her daughter wound her 
little hands in Andrea's soft blonde hair and, blushing deeply, pulled 
her mother's mouth more firmly on to her excited wet cunt.

In this position her plump white bottom was stuck up in the air and 
with her legs parted I could see the wet groove of her hairless cunt. 
Before fucking her I thought that I would have a little fun. I suddenly 
slapped her white arse cheek fairly hard. The noise of the slap 
resounded through the room accompanied by her gasp as she pressed her 
lips to her daughter's hairy little cunt. I began to spank the bottom 
so temptingly raised before me. I was not particularly gentle and the 
cheeks soon became a fiery red under my hand. Each time I slapped the 
arse of the trembling woman her bottom wobbled enticingly and she 
gasped against her daughters cunt.

I moved closer behind the sobbing, trembling blonde and with one smooth 
movement pushed my stiff prick between the wet lips of her gaping cunt 
until I was sheathed in her hot clinging channel to the balls. She gave 
a deep sigh. I leaned forward on her back until my lips were at her 
ear.

"Whatever you do, don't stop sucking Gillian off or you'll be sorry," I 
whispered. I began to slowly fuck her and she reflexively pushed her 
fat red arse back against me so that I was more deeply embedded. I 
reached under her and began to play with her full swinging tits. I 
kneaded the soft flesh and pulled and twisted her stiff nipples until 
she gasped. All this time I was deeply shafting her wet receptive cunt 
and she had not dared to stop sucking her daughter off. I was so 
occupied with the sexy mother that I had not been watching Gillian. I 
heard the teenager come with a loud gasp and a little squeal under the 
expert ministrations of her mother's tongue. She tried to push her 
mother away but Andrea was so afraid of me that she kept her mouth 
firmly on her daughter's wet cunt with her red tongue stuck up it.

I was getting tired now so I made no effort to prolong things. I 
increased the depth of my stroke, pulling Andrea back on to my prick by 
the tits. The added stimulation shot me over the edge and I came again 
shooting spurts of hot cum up into the receptive womb of the exotic 
blonde. I gave her arse a last hard slap and withdrew my softening 
prick from her clinging cunt.

"All right, you two," I said, "start sucking each other off again. You 
know how to do it." Like a pair of well-programmed robots, mother and 
daughter rapidly changed position until their heads were between each 
other's spread thighs and their mouths occupied each with a wet cunt. I 
looked at them and laughed quietly as I collected my clothes and 
dressed. As I left the room to go to my cottage I could smell the 
potent smell of female sex in the room and my last view of them was of 
mother and daughter with their blonde heads still busy between each 
other's thighs. I wondered amusedly how long they would keep it up and 
if I had changed their psycho-sexual behaviour for ever.

The following day I was up early and after a light breakfast I drove to 
Ogwen Cottage where I left the car and took the long walk into the big 
cwm overlooked by Carnedd Llewellyn. Here at the north end of the cwm 
was the massive forbidding bulk of Amphitheatre Buttress. I intended to 
spend all day free climbing on the various routes on this massive 
dangerous crag and I enjoyed myself in the clear Welsh air until the 
sun began to go down and the air to chill. By the time I had completed 
the long walk back to my car the sky was dark and the stars stood out 
like precious stones on black velvet.

I drove back to my cottage and, before I went in I looked at the house 
next door which had provided such entertainment for me. It was in total 
darkness.

"Very strange," I thought, "it is far too early for bed and one of them 
at least should be in." I knew that since Andrea had come to the valley 
she had made very few friends and she had never been out in the 
evening.

I went next door and let myself into the kitchen. It was deserted with 
all the furniture gone. I slowly looked through the house to find that 
everything had been removed. I laughed softly. Andrea had clearly 
decided that she and Gillian would be safer far away from me and had 
secretly arranged to move away when she was sure I would be away 
climbing for a day. She could not even wait another day after which I 
would be in the States because she was afraid of what I would do to her 
daughter!

"Ah well," I thought, "all good things come to an end. I wonder what 
the next tenants of the cottage will be like!"

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This is absolutely the final part of what was to be a three-part story! 
There will be no more about Andrea and Gillian but if you have enjoyed 
them, let me know. Comments, criticism and suggestions for future 
stories are always welcome at aled7@yahoo.com