I did, gently at first, the ridges my lips grazing hers. Our lips parted and our tongues jousted, explored each other’s mouths. Our kissing became more heated and I squeezed her breasts with increasing force.
“You make me so horny, Peter,” Anya said as she extricated herself from my grasp and lay sideways next to me on the boat.
My hand ran down her side, over her hip and under her bikini bottom. We held each other tightly as we kissed and groped each other. I ventured down her neck to her breast, but the sunscreen tasted awful, so I had to content myself with touching. Anya’s hand found its way under my bathing suit to my ass, then adeptly swung to the front and started stroking my cock.
“Take off your shorts,” she said.
I took off my bathing suit like it was on fire and tossed it into the pool. I felt vulnerable at first, completely naked in the open space of my backyard, and for the first time in front of a girl. But Anya made me feel at ease.
“Ooh, Peter, I love to see your naked body,” she said as she ran her hands all over me, kissing my chest, grabbing my ass, her face inching towards my cock.
I was at a loss for words. But the sexual pleasure overwhelmed any anxiety I felt, especially when her mouth reached my cock. “Holy shit,” I said inadvertantly, and my hips began to thrust.
Anya devoured my cock as if it gave her as much pleasure as it did me. I probably wouldn’t have lasted long anyways, and having Anya work me over with such gusto made it all the quicker. “I’m gonna come,” I said somewhat guiltily. She lifted her head and stroked me as I shot once, then again, and she put her mouth back over my cock for the remaining bursts. She kept it in her mouth as my erection slowly wilted, then lifted her head, still holding my cock.
“You like zhat?” she said.
“Oh my God, you have no idea.”
“I have some idea.” She smiled knowingly and, holding my semi-stiff cock between her thumb and forefinger, wiggled it and kissed it before sitting up.
I slipped off the raft like a seal into the water and floated on my back. The Earth seemed to stand still in a moment of perfection as I looked up through the branches at whisps of clouds far overhead.
“Are you hungry?” Anya said. “I am hungry.” She slid face first into the water and swam towards me. I stood so only my head was above water. She put her arms on my shoulders, and I put mine on her waist. “Let us eat lunch. Then after you can pleasure me.”
I ran my hands over her hips, waist and breasts, which were buoyant in the water. “Okay, sounds like a plan.” I gripped her ass and her face came close to mine.
“Eet sounds like a plan,” she repeated, as she sometimes would when hearing a phrase she wasn’t familiar with.
I leaned in to kiss her a bit too abruptly, and it came off somewhat awkward. She chuckled but returned volley with a peck of her own, and I gave her another kiss back.
When someone asks about the first time I had sex, I usually make something up. The truth is, I don’t remember. I know the generalities: it was with Anya, early in the summer of ‘92, and somewhere in the house or on the grounds of my parents’ home. It’s the specifics of the location I have trouble with. It could have been in my bed, the pool, on the deck, the raft, the couch in the living room—or maybe the chair, loveseat or floor—the backyard grass, in the shower, on the kitchen counter or table, in my car either in the garage or driveway, on the hammock in the backyard, on my bedroom floor—most likely with the beanbag chair involved somehow—in either of two hallways or the stairs. I just can’t remember. We did it so many times, they all blend together.
I went from being completely inexperienced with girls and sex to nearly overdosing on them in a matter of weeks. We fucked a lot, sure, but it wasn’t just about that. We’d lie together and just touch each other for hours on end, kissing and licking and playing, exploring each other’s bodies.
It was a revelatory time for me, but it may have been more of an oasis for Anya, especially on Mondays if she had spent too much time at home on the weekend. She barely ever complained, but sometimes it became too much and she had to let it out.
She told me how her mother would disappear for days, and when she came home she would be more erratic and abusive than ever. “My mother say she vould be rich if not for me,” she said. “She vould marry rich man, but rich man not vant voman vith brat daughter like me. I hate her so much.” My feeble uncle would try to calm Sira by taking her side, telling her she was right. “I not even do anything. They are so fucking…” and she groaned in exasperation.
I tried to sympathize the best I could, but I didn’t really know how bad it was. Maybe I was just too naïve. I couldn’t even figure myself out, after all. All I did know is that for Anya and me, things were great. We were in our own little world, and it was the best time of my life.
Sometimes when my parents came home, we’d be so worked up from playing around all day, we wouldn’t want to stop. We’d have to find someplace to do it, sometimes at a friend’s house, or maybe the car in a secluded spot or even the woods.
One time I called up my friend Jason. “Sure,” he said. “Come on over. Folks aren’t due in till late. Bring some of that shit we smoked last week.”
I should have known better than to call Jason. He was a nice enough guy, outgoing and funny, though bordering on obnoxious at times. When we got there he seemed hornier than we were, and of course he wasn’t afraid to show it. “Damn, Anya, you got a nice body, if ya don’t mind me sayin’.” She accepted the compliment gracefully, somewhat amusedly, and maybe a little excitedly at the sexual attention. “So you guys are really gonna do it? Damn. What I wouldn’t do for…well, shit, it’s been dry times since I broke up with Wendy.”
“I sink your friend needs to get laid.”
“You think?” I said.
“Great, it’s settled. Pete, help yourself to the fridge. We’ll be back in half an hour.” He pretended like he and Anya were going off to the bedroom, but no one moved but him. “Guess not, huh? Damn.”
We hung out in the living room and passed a joint. I just wanted to get with Anya, but I supposed I should be polite and share a smoke since he was letting us use his house.
“Are you guys goin’ out or just fuck buddies or what?” he asked. I passed the joint to him with my lungs full of smoke and considered it. The weed made it difficult to think clearly, and Anya cut off my thought process before I found an answer.
“I like zhat. Fuck buddy. Hey buddy,” Anya turned towards me and punched me lightly on the upper arm, “vanna fuck?”
“I’m so jealous,” Jason said. “Hey, you should let me have a little looksie.” He nodded and pointed with his eyes towards Anya’s breasts. “A sympathy show. Whatta ya say?”
“You vanna see my teets?” Anya said, not incredulously.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I said.
“You know, for me lettin’ you use my house.”
“Hey, I’m smokin’ you up, don’t get too greedy.”
“No, I know. I don’t mean to be…I’m just sayin’…it’s just an idea.”
The thing is, Anya didn’t seem put off or offended. I could tell from her expression she may even have been a little amused.
“You have funny friends,” she said to me.
“That’s one way to put it.”
“But I do not mind. You seem nice, so if you vant to, you may look at zhem.”
“Really?” Jason and I said at almost the same time.
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My instinctive reaction had been to be a little defensive, but that may have only been for Anya’s sake. Once I saw she didn’t care, I guess it didn’t matter that much to me either. I was actually getting turned on thinking about another guy looking at her tits.
Anya lifted her shirt and bra, and her breasts popped out.
“Oh, shit,” Jason said. “Those are beautiful. Let me just look at them for a minute. Lemme just admire them.”
Anya became slightly embarrassed as we both stared at her. “They are pretty nice,” I said admiringly.
Before I knew it, he extended his arm towards them with his hand open wide. “Can I?” he said. “Do you mind?” The sex was so thick in the air, it didn’t seem like an outrageous request.
Anya sighed in mock exasperation, as if he was asking her to perform some tedious task. “Go ahead,” she said.
He cupped her breast, squeezed gently, ran a finger back and forth over her nipple. “Un-fucking-real. Seriously. Just an absolutely perfect set of tits. Hey, you should let me watch.”
“Watch what?” I said, the weed making me a little slow on the uptake.
“You guys have sex.”
I was about to dismiss his comment by telling him he was a perv, but Anya already moved next to me, shirt completely off, breasts rubbing against my mid-section. She looked up towards me, beckoning for a kiss. I complied, and groped her breasts as our kissing became more passionate. We fell onto the couch and I lay on top of her. It was momentarily disconcerting to see Jason there, rubbing his cock through his jeans, occasionally barking out commentary or directions. But what the hell, I figured. It was just one more thing I got to try with Anya.
The next thing I knew, Anya’s legs were spread and I was on one knee on the couch between them, driving myself into her.
“Move her leg out a little more so I can see,” Jason said. “Yeah, that’s good. Now go a little slower. Long and slow thrusts. Oh, yeah, that is so hot.”
Anya and I couldn’t help but laugh at Jason’s directorial zeal. And I had to admit, it was kind of a turn-on. Enough of one that we let him watch a couple more times after that.
That night I thought about what Jason had asked. Were we going out or just fuck buddies? I knew it was probably more the latter, at least for her. But for me, I wasn’t so sure. I’d never had a girl in my life like this, and I couldn’t say I didn’t love her. Even then I was aware I didn’t know exactly what love was, but still, I couldn’t deny how good it felt.
When Anya got to the house in the morning, she would often come right down to my room and get into bed with me. I would get tingly all over if I was awake and heard her let herself in, anticipating the imminent arrival of her warm body next to mine. We would fall back to sleep or just lie together, kissing and cuddling and sometimes having sex before starting the day.
We were in bed one Monday morning, and though it was still early, she was fidgety and I could tell we weren’t going back to sleep. She mumbled something, and I asked if anything was wrong, though I already had an idea what it was.
“I hate zhat place. I hate eet so much. I can not live zhere anymore.” She told me how my uncle would barge in on her in the bathroom or while she was changing in her bedroom and stare at her for long moments before making some lame excuse. Then a couple days ago, he had come on to her, going so far as to touch her breast. When she screamed at him to leave her alone, he told Sira that Anya had come on to him. Sira went on a tirade, calling her a thankless slut and a good-for-nothing whore.
Andrei and Sira went so far as to tell his sisters about what supposedly happened. That’s how I had an idea that something was wrong. My mother had told me that she appreciated what I’d done for Anya, but that she may be trouble and that I should keep away from her.
“I not do anything wrong. I can not take it anymore. I just vant to run avay.” She nuzzled her head into my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. “I vish eet could be like this. Vhy can not be like this?” she said, the hint of a tear in her voice.
But Anya wasn’t the type to feel bad for herself. Instead her personality took on a thin layer of steely resolve. While our days continued in much the same way, their tone also shifted. Our sex became less and less exuberant. We had experimented with role-playing and spanking—Anya even let me tie her up a couple times—but we didn’t do it anymore. No more exhibitionist shows for my friends either. Anya just wasn’t in the mood. Though she may have become more affectionate.
We were watching a movie at a drive-in on an unseasonably cool night. The movie only served as an occasional distraction as we snuggled under a blanket in the front seat. We kissed, and I burrowed my hand under her shirt and bra.
“Ooh, your hand ees cold,” she said, her nipple stiffening under my rotating fingertip.
“But you’re so warm.” I cupped her breast and squeezed
The movie ended and the second feature began without our noticing. At some point she mentioned wanting to run away again. I said that we could leave together. Looking back, I’m not sure if it was more of a fantasy or something I would have actually done. The idea of the two of us trying to survive in the world had romantic appeal. I viewed leaving and moving to another place, far from parents and the same old faces, the same old routine, as a liberating experience. I didn’t fully grasp how hard it would be for people our age to be on our own. And I didn’t fully consider the desperate necessity that motivated Anya.
“Vould you really come vith me?”
“I don’t think I’m going to college. Why not? We could go to Seattle,” I said. That was the trendy place to be in the early 90s. Join a grunge band or hang out in coffee shops hashing out your existential angst.
“Anyvhere but here. Vee should leave now…soon.”
“I don’t think…I have to at least finish school.”
She groaned. “I can not live at zhat place for any longer.”
“It’ll go by soon enough,” I added, but she didn’t say anything, just looked ahead at the screen.
The next Saturday I was in my room reading. It was almost dark. The tapping on the window startled me, and I looked up to see Anya peering down into my room. I let her in through the bulkhead. She carried a full backpack and her cheeks and eyes were red and puffy, as if she’d been in a fight.
“Are you okay? What happened?”
“I not vant to talk about it. I never talk about it again. I leave tonight, Peter. I not stand it anymore, I leave now…” She started to ramble maniacly, and I took her into my room to calm her down, hoping my parents hadn’t heard her.
She composed herself, but her conviction remained the same. “I see zhat place for last time,” she insisted. “Vill you come vith me?”
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Some part of me wanted to, but I wasn’t the type to up and leave home before finishing school, no matter how much of a joke I thought it was. I told her it just wasn’t possible. She remained undaunted.
“Where will you go?”
“I do not know. Someplace varm.”
She was ready to leave then, to start hitch-hiking down Route 20 at nine o’clock at night. I convinced her to at least spend the night and leave in the morning.
That was the first time we spent the whole night together. For those last hours all the surrounding circumstances disappeared. It was just me and her naked in each other’s arms as it had been the whole summer. She even laughed as I joked with her. We woke in the middle of the night and made love.
In the morning, I gave her whatever cash I had and we rode the subway to South Station. Though I watched her go, it didn’t feel like she was really leaving. I would see her soon and we would pick up right where we left off.
“Call me or write and let me know where you are. I’ll come out as soon as school ends. I’ll leave the day after graduation.”
“Okay, I vill let you know.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
It didn’t feel like she was gone until I’d wake in the mornings and expect to hear her letting herself into the house, or walk upstairs and expect to see her watching TV. Like when someone close to you dies, and your memory of them is so fresh, their actual existence in your life so close, you expect to still see them, you wake from your dreams feeling like they’re still alive.
I contented myself with the fact that I would hear from her soon, I would see her again and we would resume the life we shared. In the meantime, I eagerly awaited word from her.
I overheard my mother talking about Anya’s leaving once, but nothing was ever made of it. I guess that’s what happens when no one cares that you’re gone. A couple months after Anya left, Sira was gone as well.
“Maybe an American-born Russian woman would be more suitable,” my Aunt Helena said.
“Or maybe Andrei just needs a maid,” my mother replied.
As the months went by, my anticipation of a letter or phone call from Anya diminished, though I didn’t completely give up hope for a long time. That winter I got busted for possession of marijuana. I only got probation and a small fine, but my parents came down on me hard. I was grounded for the better part of that spring.
Though I read a lot, I hadn’t put much effort into school and my grades weren’t good enough to get into college. When I graduated, my parents gave me an ultimatum. I could live with them rent-free if I worked and took night classes with the intent of matriculating full-time. Otherwise they would charge me full room and board.
I thought about taking off for the West Coast—Seattle, or maybe Portland or San Francisco—like I’d talked about with Anya. I imagined working odd jobs and living a bohemian lifestyle. I dreamed of running into Anya and picking up where we’d left off. But I knew that finding her wasn’t realistic, if she could even be found. With the possibility of fending for myself in the real world so close at hand, it no longer seemed so romantic. I chose to live at home and take classes.
I did well in college and grad school, got a job as a copywriter in the marketing department of a Fortune 500 company, and now live a comfortable, moderately satisfying upper-middle class life not far from where I grew up. I hadn’t thought of Anya for years while I was going to school. But now, perhaps because the monotony of everyday life leads to daydreaming, she occasionally creeps into my mind.
I think of that summer I spent with Anya. I see her jumping off the deck and onto the raft as I lay on it. I see her taking off her clothes and climbing into bed with me. When I’m alone and let myself go too far, I can hear her thick accent, feel her curvy body against mine. I wish I’d done things differently, though I don’t always know how, or how I’d have known to. I hope, with every fiber of my being, that somehow she made it, that she found the feeling she so wanted to hold on to in my bed that summer long ago. Though I don’t know if that’s a realistic hope at all.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
A Night Never to Forget
It was a nice spring day I just became 18 years old and my brother (19) and sister (23) thought it was fun to go out with just the 3 of us and have lots of fun. We did have a great time and all 3 of us drank a little bit too much booze. So we were in a jolly mood when we went back home it was by then 2 in the night and on our way back we saw a couple kissing. My sis yelled ÂYou go for it girl . Me and my bro yelled ÂYeah take her nowÂ. We didnÂt stay and watch but just moved on home.
When we got home we were still full of energy and My bro went to the kitchen to get us some drinks. I flipped on the TV starting to switch channels and got on one of those lame porn channels. Ignoring the fact that my sis was in the same room I started to scratch my crotch and she said: Âgot an Itch? Here let me help you . She unzipped my pants and pulled it down along with my underwear and started to suck my cock. After about five minutes my brother came with the drinks. He putted them down and said: ÂHe what about meÂ? as he pulls his pants down. My sis turns around and starts to suck his cock now.
I look with a dazed head towards the TV and see a guy ramming the girl from behind. I look up my sis her skirt and see her panties were already soaked with her juices. I lifted her skirt up further and pulled her panties down. She didnÂt even notice and still was sucking my bro cock. I firstly moved my hand towards her vagina and started to masturbate her from behind. She started to leak quickly. I let her come on my hand and smeared it in/on her anus. As my dick was still hard and not yet cum I pressed my dick on her anus. My bro noticed and said: Âwait up I will go in tooÂ. We lifted our sister up so we both have an easy entry and lowered our sister down on both of our rock hard cocks.
We both fucked her at the same speed and giving ourselves and her great pleasure after ten minutes of simulations fucking. All 3 of us came at the same time. And after our dick stopped throbbing semen into our sis we pulled it out. My bro and I quickly grabbed our drink and drunk it empty. We made our sister bend trough and put the cups under her and all of our semen pour out of her into the cups. My brother picked up our sister and moved her to her room and undressed her. I mixed my brother and sister semen and poured mine within and topped it of with the drink that was still for my sister and stirred it good. The rest of the drink I drank up.
I went up to my sisters bedroom and gave her the drink. My brother was by then returned to his own room. She drank it up in one zip. And my dick felt as hard as before and she said ÂI donÂt know what it was but I think where it is from And she leached on to my dick and started to suck again. Within no time I was ready to come again and my load directly into her mouth. She smiled and said ÂI knew it had a familiar tasteÂ. She moved her lips towards mine and kissed me and gave me all my come back to me.
I somehow swallow it all trough and my sister replied ÂThatÂs a good boy, now I gave you to services and you none. ThatÂs not very nice She grabbed me and moved my head toward her vagina and screamed ÂLick me boyÂ. And I did because of all the commotion that my sister and me, my brother came out of his room. He was now completely naked too he was trying to get some sleep. And he saw me trying to lick my sister he said ÂthatÂs not the way to do itÂ. He pushed me away and showed me how I must do it. Within no time my sister came multiple times.
When my brother was finally done We both return to our own rooms and left our sister room. I got undressed and tried to get some sleep. I heard the handle of my room go down and I look towards it and surprisingly saw my sister there. Was she still not satisfied I thought to myself. She came towards me and sat with her pussy co close to my face. I started to lick it as just seen my brother do it till she reached her climax and she came. My brother was curious of the noises he heard so came to check it out and saw me licking my sisters pussy.
He got an erection of it and pulled my sister down and shove it in her mouth. Now my sister was completely on top of me I pulled myself away underneath and noticed that my dick was up and throbbing again. Pushed my dick without any hesitation or saying into my sisters vagina and rammed her as hard as I could. My brother and I both came again at the same moment but this time we pulled it out just at the right time and cum was flying all over my sister.
All 3 of us waited five minutes to catch our breath then my sister and brother went back to their own rooms. It was a night that none of us will ever forget nor speak of.
THE END
ONline Master
Since a few weeks I have an online Master. I have always been interested in bdsm, but being the shy and scared young girl that I am, it’s still too much of a risk to meet up with one in real life. So this seemed like the perfect solution: this way I could get used to some aspects of the lifestyle, without putting myself in real danger. I had met him on a S&M dating site. Most guys were only interested in real sex, but this one was willing to help me out. He said he found it exciting and different to start an online relationship and it still gave him enough time for work, his family and his other pets. Sometimes he would give me assignments like “Go to school in a skirt without any underwear..” or “Videotape yourself while masturbating”. He could send me text-messages with assignments at every time during the day and night. Or we would meet online and he would make me do stuff in front of the webcam.
So I waited for him to get online. I never knew what time he would come. Some days he was early, others really late at night. Or he wouldn’t come on at all.. there was really no telling. But what I did know was that he did not like to wait and I would be in big trouble if I didn’t reply to him soon enough.
Finally I saw his name pop up in the right corner of the screen.
“Whore, get your ass in front of the webcam right now!”
Quickly I turned on the webcam. He hadn’t turned his on yet. I liked to be able to see his face, the look in his eyes made it easier to tell whether he was pleased with me or not. But sometimes he chose not to turn it on, which was extra exciting because it kinda made him seem even more powerful.
I was wearing my black lace nightgown, with a small black lace thong underneath.. nothing else.. the thong was already soaking wet because of the anticipation. All day I had been thinking about him and wondering what he would make me do this time..
“Show me your tits.”
I removed the straps from my shoulders and pulled the fabric down under my breasts.
“Put your feet up on the desk.”
I did as he commanded, placing my feet wide apart so he could see the thong.
“You’re wet aren’t you? You slut!”
I nodded while blushing.
“Get yourself ready.. it’s gonna be a rough night.”
I knew this meant he wanted me to finger myself and get even hornier. I started playing with my nipples and put one hand in my thong.
“I’m going to treat you like the little whore that you are!”
“I know you love it, you filthy slut!”
He knew his words turned me on even more.
“Show me how wet you are!”
I removed my thong and exposed my bare cunt to him.
“Such a slut!” was his respons. “Open the drawer.”
I had dedicated a drawer of my desk to our little play sessions. It was filled with all the sextoys I owned; some bought by me on his command, others sent to me by him.
“Put the clamps on your nipples.”
I obeyed, but really hoped he wouldn’t let me wear them as long as last time. My tortured nipples had hurt for days!!!
“Put a clamp on your clit too.”
Ouch! Now that was even worse than the nipple-clamps.
“No pain, no gain pet..” I knew he would be grinning right now.
“Now take out the biggest dildo..”
“Show me how you would treat my cock if I was there right now..”
I slowly started licking the shaft, paying extra attention to the head. Then I took the whole thing in my mouth and tried to take it in as deep as possible while looking right into the camera. I hoped he would be masturbating right now, imagining I was really there with him.
“You want to be fucked don’t ya?”
I replied with: “Yes Master, very much so!”
“I knew you were a little whore!”
“And little whores need to be taught a lesson..”
“Put the dildo away..”
I was a bit disappointed. I really wanted to fuck myself with it. But he knew how much I longed for something big and hard deep inside of me and he didn’t want to give it to me that easy.
“Take off the clamp on your clit..”
Tears welled up in my eyes as the pain got worse.
“And the ones on your tits too..”
I removed them one by one.. it hurt even more taking them off than putting them on.
“God I wish I could spray my cum all over you right now.”
“You look so.. fuckable!”
I smiled.
“Your assignment for tonight is to put those clamps back on your tits at exactly 0:00 and leave them on until I text-message you.”
“Hopefully for you I don’t forget..”
“Now get on your knees and show me your ass.”
I turned around on my chair and lifted my ass up in front of the camera. I looked around over my shoulder to see what else he would say.
“You really deserve a good spanking..”
Then he turned on his webcam and there were 2 strange men beside him laughing and waving at me. Shocked as I was I immediately wanted to cover myself up, but I knew that would make him angry..
“Don’t worry pet, they haven’t been watching the whole time..”
“I have to go now, but don’t forget your assignment!”
I turned around to be able to type something back. “Yes Master. I’ll be looking forward to your message!”
“Good girl..” he replied. He smiled and then turned off the webcam again.
I turned mine off too. I was trembling a little because of the shock of seeing his friends there! How long would they have been watching? I felt so embarrassed!
I decided to go and take a shower.. But first I put the alarm clock at 23:58, so I wouldn’t forget my assignment. The rest of the evening I spent watching tv and I got in bed at 22:15. I didn’t know what he had planned for the night, but it could well be that I wouldn’t get much sleep. He had said it would be a rough night..
At exactly 0:00 I put the clamps on my nipples again. I lay naked on my bed and masturbated a little. My nipples were still a bit sore from before, so I really hoped he would have mercy on me and wouldn’t let me wait long. I tried to take my mind off the pain by reading.. which didn’t work.. watching tv.. which didn’t work either.. falling asleep.. which didn’t work at all (especially not since I was worried that I would sleep through his text-message..)
At exactly 0:30 I heard my cell-phone bleep. The message said: “Get the biggest dildo, the small one and a vibrator and go and lie on your bed. Then call me.” I ran to the living room to get the stuff and quickly ran back to the bedroom. I called him and waited for him to answer. “Are your nipples hurting pet?” “Yes Sir, very much so..” “Ok, you can take one clamp off..” I did as he said and gasped in the phone. “Are you wet?” Again I replied with “Yes Sir..” “Are you naked?” “Of course..” “Take the other clamp off.” Again a gasp. “Now run the vibrator over your nipples..” I obeyed and it felt sensitive, a bit painful, but also good. “Ever played with hot wax?” “No.. not yet..” “Do you have candles there?” “Yes Sir, I do.” “Go get one and light it.” “Ok.. be right back!” I lighted a candle as quick as possible and put it beside the bed. Get on your hands and knees and fuck yourself with the small dildo. I moaned a little to let him know I was obeying. “I bet you’re dripping wet already, aren’t you? You slut!” “Yes Sir, I am..” “I’ll teach you how we treat whores around here!” “Put the dildo in your ass..” I hadn’t had anything in there often before, so it was still very tight. “Is it in?” “Not yet..” “Well hurry it up will ya!” … “It’s in!” “Good.. now fill your cunt with the big dildo..” “Yes Sir..” “Put it in deep!” I gasped.. “It’s in Sir.” “That’s a good whore.. totally filled up.. now if I were there I would fuck your face too. Make you swallow it whole. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” “Yes Sir.” “I knew you would.. you little Slut!” “Go and lie on your back and put the vibrator on your clit.” I moaned and groaned in pleasure, but he quickly ordered me to stop. “That’s enough!” “Get the candle and drop the wax on your nipples!” The pain startled me, making me shout in the telephone. “Cover both nipples in wax..” It hurt a lot, but the wax quickly cooled off and felt tight on my nipples. “Now drop some on your clit!” I really didn’t want to do that.. that would hurt like hell!! “DO IT!” “Yes Sir..” I answered with a shaky voice and tears in my eyes. I lowered the candle above my cunt and made the wax drop. The aim was a bit off, but it still hurt a lot. I sobbed in the telephone.
“Good girl..” “Peel the wax off..” “Tomorrow I want you to wear your little school girl’s outfit and make sexy pictures for me.” “I will Sir.”
“Good.. Now fuck yourself hard with the big dildo.. and make me hear how much pleasure it gives you.”
I moaned in the telephone. Imagining it was his hard cock that fucked me. Punishing me for being such a slut!
“Put the vibrator on your clit and finish yourself off..”
I literally screamed my lungs out when I finally came.
“Good night pet..” He had hung up.. Totally out of breath I threw the toys on the floor and crawled up in a foetus position. Soon to fall asleep.
Going thru my computer
You are inside my head, you know. I can hardly walk away from this damn computer without thinking about you there, on the other side of your screen, looking at my words that come from this secret part of me. You are in there with the words, playing catch, knocking them out of the park, being enchanted. I love that you’ve accepted the invitation to come into my head, and you’re reading my stuff.
This part of me has always been guarded. It’s been hard to let you in.
I imagine you there, opening my page, finding my latest contribution. What will you think? Will it make your pussy drip with anticipation? Will your hand find its way between those soft thighs? I imagine your face lighting up with pleasure, maybe you arch up from the chair to stretch out a little…. it’s been a long day. Do you unfasten the button at the top of your pants? I like to think that sometimes you might as you venture into another jaunt of my imagination.
Yep. I think about it on and off all day. What will I post next? Will I find the perfect picture? Can I think of a zinger to advertise in my Blast? Will I catch YOUR eye?
I love that you have found me because of my stories… I know you men are reading too, but I’m directing this one at a certain Chick. I have to say that it’s not been hard for me in my life to enchant men. I mean, after all, I’m a slut and men like sluts. No big surprise there.
The magic has been in whether or not I could attract females. And as you know, females can be finicky. Working in the same office with women is the trickiest thing in the world. Today, everyone’s all fine and good, but tomorrow, slip and say the wrong thing, and I could be bitch-slapped. So forgive me, my Dear, for saying this, but the whole idea of YOU coming here for a little moment of your day, or on the weekend after the kids have found something to do and you have a few alone minutes…it totally captures me to think that you might take that stolen moment to find my words here… What a compliment! It strokes my ego, massages my psyche.
So as I write this, I imagine you there, with your hand on the mouse, scrolling down… What really keys me up is to think that maybe sometime, maybe not at exactly this moment, but at any moment late at night, you might lie there in the dark, thinking of something I wrote today, and your hand might slip between your thighs, and your might take pause to ease it down between the folds and find what’s there and think about my story and whatever captured you. Do you bring your finger to your mouth and lick that slickness off? Do you get your finger sloppy wet inside your mouth and put it back directly on your clit and find that special smooth spot you like so much? (I like the top left part of my clit. What about you? Would you ever tell me, even if you thought about it?) Do you rub it sloppy-lazy when you start, and a little more persistently if you decide to finish? Or do you get yourself into a lather and tell yourself HE’LL be home soon, might as well keep it at a dull roar and HE can finish you tonight? (I do that too!)
So guesds what I’m doing while I’m writing this? I’ve been so fraeking horny all day long. I came home to the computr fresh from the shower, wrpped in a white towel. The towel fell when I sat down, draping the cmputer chair in terry. I can sit here and dabblre with words on the screen while I rub on my clit, getting the jucies flowing, smelling the soft smell of me rising up frm my hand. Ah, the sweet smell of pussy, fresh from the shower!
I’d better stop that, I can’t even type!
I want to feel you inside of me so badly! I sit with my legs wide. If you could see through your monitor into my computer screen right now, I’d be putting on quite the show! Can you imagine? If I slide a finger inside my vagina right now, pull it back out, glistening. Want to suck it off? I wish you were here to do it for me.
Slurp!
(It was delicious!) It’s hrd to type. I have to keep backspcing to correct, to insert forgoten letters, to find the ALL CAP key. I want to have you here, sinking against me. I would kneel down between your legs, open you up and breathe deeply. I want to smell your scent for real. Can you imagine me there? My face planted firmly between your legs, my tongue probing your softness…
Would you hold my head where you want me to spend my time? Will I hear your breath catch, or are you a moaner? Will I feel a pull on the back of my head if I hit it just right? I can imagine my tongue lingering at the back of your vagina, then lapping all the way upwards, nice and slow. A big lapping tongue, pushing against all the ripples and valleys, a very flat and broad tongue…. I want to eat you alive! I lap and I lap, feeling you wriggle with delight. Do you moan? Do you say what you want? Do you tell me what to do? Or do you just take it, and quiver, imagining my next move, alive with expectation? I peel the lips of your labia back and pop! There’s that impish clit! Begging for attention. I focus there, whipping my tongue from side to side, feeling you squirm. I have all the time in the world. I start tapping out the secret percussion. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap.
Oh! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. DAMN, Girl! Who taught you that? I hear at last.
My tongue draws into a sharp hyphen of energy, Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta I think as I tap out the rhythm against that pink bulb. I feel you shift underneath me, and imagine your hands clenched hard. I keep going, relentless. (If you think I’m going to give you any mercy now, you’ve got to be kidding!) I brace. I want to hear you scream. The energy builds. Your thighs quiver against my ears.
Sheeeeeiiiiiiiiit! Dddddaaaamn! Oh Gaaaawd.
I back off for a second, then I hold you hard where I want you and go in for the kill. I press my fingers down from the top against where your g-spot is and I come up from inside and stroke against that spongy lifesaver in there. I know I changed up the pace, and it’s going to take a minute, but I keep stroking it, just two fingers inside of you, motioning like I want you to come here. I do want you to cum here, but I can be patient. My breath is coming out all hot and ragged against you, so I pucker my lips and blow out a cold, focused stream, right against your sex. I stroke and stroke and stroke there, and I lap your pussy with a big flat tongue a few times. Mix it up a little. Then back to the stroking, stroking, stroking. Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me, I beg.
Keep going…keep going…. I’m allllllmoooossst therrrrree!
Your hands clasp the top of my head, pinning me to your cunny, and a gush of warm spray hits my face. I keep licking and stroking, now a third finger inside, finding its way… You tense, then you jolt, and your cum splashes out in a rush, all in my face, my nose, my hair. It tastes so wonderful, I lap it off of you, sweet relief rushing through you in waves.
Come on, Pretty Girl. You can do it.
I stroke your pussy with persistence, and you arch your back and cry out one more time.
Oh! OOOOOOoh! Aaannngh! Oh!
You moan and thrash. I smooth clenching muscles and dry away droplets of water. I hardly want to take my hands away. I wait as the orgasm subsides.
I’m sure I could do that again…
* * *
You always make me feel so relaxed. You tell me later. Then you giggle. You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face to save the world.
Party House
Years ago there was a fun party house my friends and I use to hang out at. A mutual older friend owned the place. It was a drafty old farmhouse secluded in an urban area. Almost every night someone would buy a keg of beer and people would just seem to show up. It was a great time in my life I was young and carefree now I miss those days.
I first met Dave at the party house and at first glance I found him rather unappealing. He was just an average looking guy, with not a lot to offer. I barely acknowledged his presents at the parties most of the time. He is kind of a bulky built guy with long sandy brown hair and blue eyes. The thing that really stood out about him was his arms. He had huge upper arms not like the kind that are just bulging with muscle, but just very large and somewhat muscular. I always had an infatuation with power and to me that was exactly what his huge arms represented.
Dave was always so quiet it was anyone’s guess what went on in that head of his. I had no way of knowing how obsessed he was with me. He tried to flirt with me on several occasions but I never gave him much thought. Usually he was drunk, and I took his advances in stride, with a casual lack of interest.
One night something happened that changed everything between us. I’m still not sure what it was. It could have been the beer or just the mood I was in, or something he said. In any case I looked into Dave’s eyes as he pumped the keg for me and I poured myself another beverage. That was the moment I knew I saw something in Dave I had never noticed before. A sparkle, a look in his eyes that seemed to suck me in.
“Hello Dave,” I said, with an innocent smile. “Where have you been lately?” he questioned me, “I haven’t seen you around for a while.” “Oh, you know me here, and there.” I replied, as I walked over and sat down on the porch step. Dave immediately followed, and sat next to me. “Jenny I really wish you would go out with me sometime. You know how I feel about you,” Dave repeated for about the fiftieth time. “You know maybe sometime we could,” I answered carefully. I had just got out of a bad relationship and wasn’t quite ready for anything serious. But, as I looked at Dave, I thought, it had been a while since I had been with a man. He seems to want me and I’m in need of a mans touch. We talked for hours mostly gossip about our friends and such.
After a while we decided to take a walk. I suppose in the back of both of our minds we were thinking about finding a place where we could be alone. Somewhere, anywhere with a little privacy away from the rest of the party animals. There was a small pond in the back of the house so we walked down by it. I wonder why it is that water always seems to draw people towards it like a magnet. The night air was a little chilling and I could hear the sounds of frogs and crickets. Anyway, we were just walking, and talking and genuinely enjoying each others company.
Suddenly, as I turned around Dave grabbed me and pushed me up against a tree. He wrapped his huge arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. The rough bark of the tree lightly scratched my back through my thin t-shirt. Dave was breathing heavy, and his kiss was filled with anxious anticipation. I became instantly aroused by his obvious desire. I kissed him back and our tongues twirled around each other in a beer-flavored warmth. Then Dave began kissing my neck. “I want you so bad,” he blurted. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” I could feel his mounting erection swelling up against my crotch as he kissed me. His hot breath scorched my neck.
My breasts were heaving up against Dave’s massive chest and my nipples became hard. I arched my back and forced my chest firmly against him. I was longing for the touch of his hand on my breasts. He lifted my short top and my bra up over my breasts. He began suckling them one at time, while massaging the other. I ran my fingers threw his long hair and held his head close to me. I knew there were a lot of other people around up by the house. I wondered for only about a second if they were watching. I was so caught up in the moment and my desire for Dave I really didn’t care.
Then a passion came over me and things started happening very quickly. I reached down and grabbed for Dave’s cock I squeezed it for a moment over his jeans. Then I desperately grabbed for his belt buckle and began unbuckling it. Dave picked me up and threw me down on the ground. He climbed on top of me. We were both panting excitedly, with a deep seeded desire for each other. Dave planted little kisses on my breasts and teased my protruding nipples with his tongue then began moving down to my belly. He kissed me down to the top of my jeans and started to unzip my pants. Then he slid back on his hands and knees, and with one quick tug removed my jeans and panties.
Dave spread my legs apart with a firm hand and positioned himself on top of me. My beaver was wet with the juice of my erotic lust. I took his penis in my hand and squeezed it tightly in my sweaty palm. I slowly slid my hand up and down the length of his shaft tugging it up and down.
Then I began to guide him inside of me. He was very large and it was a tight fit. It was a little hard to get in at first. I gasped, as he entered me. He slowly humped his thighs a little at a time until he was finally completely inside. It felt so good!! It felt so right.
I began moaning with pleasure. Dave thrust himself in and out of my tight, warm box. I could feel every move as his huge cock scraped against my insides. I raised my hips off the ground to meet each thrust. “Fuck me!” I screamed in a rage of passion. So he did. Dave put both hands under my ass and lifted me off the ground as he dove into me. He was so strong you could tell it was nothing for him to lift me. Holding me up he plunged in and out of me deeper and deeper. My vagina was pulsating as each warm thrust brought me one second closer to orgasm. Dave’s hips rocked very quickly as his cock dug deep inside of me. Then he lovingly let my rear end drop slowly to the ground and removed one hand from underneath me. He slid that hand down between us and began massaging my clitoris with his fingers as he fucked me. Dave slowly slid in and out of me as he massaged me and kissed me on the lips. After a few moments I burst! A rushing sensation came over me and I erupted with a strong orgasm. I moaned loudly as I came.
Then after my orgasm subsided Dave asked me to turn over. I got up on my hands and knees with my head up against the tree. The same one he had me pinned against earlier. Dave prodded me with his hard cock searching for my wet hole. He slowly entered me from behind and began working himself deep inside of me. My breasts bounced playfully as he pumped his cock in and out of me. I moaned uncontrollably as he rocked back and forth faster and faster. Then just as quickly as it began it was over. Dave let out a groan and filled me with his hot, wet, cum. I could feel his cock pulsating as he filled me with his sticky batter. He continued to pump me a little longer, until every drop of cum was milked out of his throbbing cock.
Well that is the end of this story but wait till you find out what happened the next time I ran into Dave
The Patient
Dana fidgeted nervously on the couch while Dr. Wallace studied the patient history form that she had filled out an hour earlier! “I see that you’ve been married for about three years now, is that right,” the doctor asked casually. “Uh, yes,” she replied, “it was three years last month! And everything was pretty much all right between you and you husband until you had the baby.” “Yes, we had a wonderful marriage,” she answered softly, “but now………….” “What do you think went wrong,” the doctor asked, “is anything specific or just a general malaise in you relationship.” “I-I’m not sure,” Dana replied slowly, “it’s hard to put your finger on any one thing.” “Well that’s why you’re here,” Dr. Wallace replied gently, “to try and find out exactly what’s bothering you, so let’s get started!”
“So how long has it been since little Jessica was born,” the doctor asked. “Almost four months, in fact it will be four months tomorrow!!!” “Before you became pregnant, did you and Jim have a fulfilling love life together,” he questioned. “Mmmmmm, yes,” she said with a sigh, “it was wonderful, Jim was very attentive to my needs, and I believe I was to his.” “And this included all the normal sexual activity,” the doctor asked, “such intercourse, oral sex, and masturbation.” Dana face flashed with red, embarrassed at such an intimate question, but she gamely replied, “Uh, yes, all three!” “So tell me in your own words what is bothering you, Dana,” he asked gently. “He just doesn’t want me anymore, and I really can’t blame him, I look like such a cow,” she said sadly, “my breasts are the size of beach balls, my belly isn’t flat anymore, and my ass, it’s almost the size of a small third world country.” Dr. Wallace chuckled under his breath at her little hyperbole, but knowing how sensitive she was, he quickly asked, “Has he said that he thinks that you have become undesirable, because just looking at you from a strictly male perspective, you are far from unattractive, in fact I would say that you were just the opposite.” “She gave her shoulders a little shrug and offered, “You get paid to say things like that, doctor, I know you mean well, but really, I know what I look like now and how I looked before, and believe me, there is no comparison!!!”
Dr. Wallace leaned back in his chair and replied, “Why does there have to be this comparison about how you looked before and how you look now, you may look different, but that does not mean that you have lost any sex appeal, in fact a lot of men like the appearance and feel of a woman with a little more meat on her bones!!!” “But it’s my husband we’re talking about,” she wailed, “he’s not from one of your mythical surveys, he shares my bed for god’s sake, and he’s the one I have to satisfy!!!” “Okay, Dana,” he replied smoothly, “just calm down and we’ll talk about it, have you and your husband had any sexual relations lately.” “No,” she said while shaking her head, “he seems so distant from me, I don’t know how to approach him anymore!!!” The doctor thought about it for a minute or so and then opined, “I have an idea, Dana, but you have to agree to do anything that I say, or it won’t work, you have to trust me, can you do that for me.” Feeling like her marriage depended on what Dr. Wallace could come up with, Dana nodded her head and replied, “Yes, doctor, what ever you say!!!
“Stand up please,” the doctor ordered, “and step over here in front of me!!!” “Now,” he continued, “a man wants to be excited about his woman, he wants to feel a little zing when she comes into the room, and the first way to accomplish that is by the way you dress!!!” “What’s wrong with my clothes,” she asked, “it’s the same thing I wear every day.” “Exactly,” he replied, “the key words there are “the same”, you have to jazz it up a little and give him a visual change of pace, make him look at you twice when he sees you.” She looked down her front and for the first time realized that her dress had grown increasingly frumpy as her pregnancy had progressed, and once she had had the baby, well, she just continued wearing the over sized maternity wear even though she could have easily dropped a couple of sizes, maybe the doc had something here!!!” “Okay now,” he went on, “Please remove your dress, I know you are embarrassed, but it must be done, so please, take it off!!!” Again the red flared into her cheeks, but she had agreed to do what the doctor ordered, so slowly she unbuttoned her dress and let is slip to the floor!!!
She shivered a little, both from the cool air and her embarrassment, while waiting for the doctor to continue, and he said, “Just as I thought, look at your bra and panties, they are utilitarian to the 9nth degree, with not an iota of sexiness about them, your husband looks at them and doesn’t see a desirable woman, he sees the undies of a sixty year old.” Dana knew that he was right, but as big as she was, she didn’t think she would look appealing in sexy lingerie, so she stuck with the heavy duty models that afforded her the most comfort!!! “Since we now pretty much know what the problem is,” Dr. Wallace said, “I want you to get out of those things right now, I don’t want you even so much as wearing anything that would make you feel unattractive!!!” “Holy smokes,” she said, “y-you want me to take off everything, even my panties.” “Dana,” he said softly, “you agreed to listen to me, now please, of with them, now.” “Oh, man,” she moaned, “I must be crazy, but I’ll do it, but this had better work!!!”
“Jesus in heaven,” the doctor said, “you have a beautiful body, Dana, yes it is a little on the plump side, but your curves are very feminine and alluring, you just have to learn how to present it in the best possible light.” “Please,” he offered, “now lie back down on the couch and do as I say.” Once she was comfortable, or at least as comfortable as she could be lying naked in front of a strange man on his couch, she relaxed and waited for the doctor to continue!!! “Sexuality must come from within one’s self,” the doctor said softly, “you must be able to pleasure yourself before you can pleasure others, so what I want you to do is very softly caress you breasts and twist your nipples, can you do that for me please!?!” Even though her chest had grown to gargantuan proportions, her nipples still retained their incredible sensitivity, so upon the first few tugs, she not only moaned with pleasure, she her vagina was immediately flooded with pussy juice!!! “How does that feel,” the doctor asked softly?!? “V-very nice,” she moaned, “i-it feels wonderful!!!”
“How long has it been since your last climax,” he went on. “A long time,” she panted, “it was before the baby was born, I-I’m not sure!!!” “That’s okay, Dana,” he replied, “you’re doing just fine, but I’m afraid that since you haven’t had an orgasm for at least four months, you are probably going to have several very intense climaxes in the next few minutes, is that all right with you!?!” “Oh, yes,” she gasped, “please may I touch my pussy, er, I mean my vagina.” “Do you usually use the word pussy instead of vagina,” he asked!?! “Well, you know how it is,” she said while panting, “vagina sounds so clinical, and pussy sounds soft and cuddly, now may I please touch it!?!” “Oh, I’m sorry,” he replied, “of course you may, please, touch your pussy!!!” “Oh thank you, doctor,” she sighed as her fingers buried themselves deep into her wet quim, “I haven’t felt this good in such a long time, I’m on fire!!!” “So tell me, dear,” he asked softly, “do you feel sexy or not.” “God yes,” she gasped, “I feel like such a slut, masturbating in front of you and all, I’m just so fucking hot I can’t believe it!!!”
“Dana,” the doctor asked, “do you love peckers.” “Oh yes,” she gasped again, “my husband has a beautiful cock, it’s so long and thick, I just love it!!!” “Would you mind to much if I took out my penis and masturbated along with you,” he asked softly, “just watching your incredible body has given me a terrific erection, and I’m afraid I need relief rather quickly.” “Y-you really got hard just from watching me,” she groaned. ““Oh, yes,” he replied quickly, “does that excite you, knowing that you gave me a large erection!?!” “Oh, yes,” she blubbered, “are you really hard!?!” “Let me show you, dear,” he replied while unzipping his pants and extracting his hard member, “see, it’s all big and hard just for you, do you like it!?!” “My god, you’re huge,” she moaned as her fingers flew over her distended clit, “s-stand up so I can see it better, oh god you look so fucking good to me, I’m fucking cummig so hard, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” While Doctor Wallace casually jerked his pecker, he asked, “Are you having a really hard one, dear, the kind that just blows your pussy away!?!” “It’s so fucking hard,” she gasped, “one after the other, hard orgasms in my clit and cunt, ohhhhhh myyyyyy!!!” As his patient shook like a bowl of jelly, Dr. Wallace wondered to himself how this exciting creature’s husband could be so dense as to not see how lucky he was, after all, he was married to a fucking sex machine!!!
The Patient ( Part 2)
“Feeling better now,” he asked softly, “you look just shot. She looked at him with a wry little smile on her face and replied weakly, “I am totally wrecked, but it’s the best feeling I’ve had in months, thank you so very much!” “Before we end our session,” he replied, “I think that it would do you a world of good to suck my penis for me, it’s almost ready to ejaculate, and I just have a feeling that you really miss not having a cock to suck!!!” Even though she had just climaxed three or four times, the doctor was absolutely right, she did miss not having a cock in her mouth, and incredibly, just looking at it was making her cunt twitch in anticipation of another orgasm. Standing next to couch, he waited quietly while she positioned herself, and then sighed when he disappeared into her warm wet mouth!!! “Mmmmmm,” he hummed, “you have a very nice mouth, and I can tell that you are very orally inclined, when you suck your husband do you let him cum in your mouth!!!” The room was echoing with the sounds of licking and sucking, but Dana pulled off his cock for a second to reply, “Oh yes, I love the taste of cum, and Jim really shoots big heavy loads, do you have a big one for me, too!?!” “He didn’t even get a chance to answer, because as soon as her mouth engulfed him, a hot sperm shooter flooded from the end of his spasming pecker, giving her the life giving drink she so desperately desired!!!
After she was dressed and was ready to leave, Doctor Wallace intoned, “Now here’s exactly what I want you to do, first, get some attractive clothing, second, buy some sexy undies and wear them all of the time, you never know when you might need them, and third, masturbate in bed and make sure Jim hears you, if that doesn’t turn him on nothing will, and finally, take the bull by the horns and suck him off, you are very oral, and it shows!!!” She reached out and shook the doctor’s hand and said, “Thank you for everything, doctor, and I do mean everything!!!
Gd nite. That’s all for today.
The stable lad brought Padraig a handsome horse, equipped with a leather saddle and reins. “You will leave immediately. I will inform your friend and the other’s of my decision. Now you go.” The farmer assisted Padraig onto the horse and swatted its behind to get it moving. Padraig held on tightly as the horse galloped off.
The commotion of the horse concerned the other workers and since it was nearly supper- time the farmer gathered everyone and informed them of Padraig’s situation at home. “I have allowed the lad permission to go tend to his family. He will return as soon as his father is on his feet again.”
“What happened?” Michael asked, having missed the farmer’s announcement.
“Padraig’s father had an accident. He was kicked by a horse, while helping his son, Daniel, at another farm nearby. Daniel was killed instantly. I sent Padraig home to assist his mother and father. He will return when he’s able to. But until then, I’m asking that each of you pick up his slack.”
When Finola heard of Padriag’s loss she was the first, well second behind Michael, to volunteer her services. “That’s mighty kind of you dear, but this is a man’s job,” one of the workers spouted out as he walked away; angered that he had to do more work for the same amount of pay.
Finola was angered as well; not because of the extra work, but because of that statement and she set out to prove the man wrong. After she had finished the supper dishes she walked up to Michael and asked him to show her what needed to be done. She walked into the field and with her bucket in hand began pulling weeds where Padraig had left off. She worked past dusk, until she could no longer see the weeds in front of her.
Without a word to anyone, she walked to the byre and dumped the bucket into the pile then returned to the house. She walked directly to her bed and without undressing, lay down and almost instantly fell asleep. She dreamt of Padraig and felt him close to her even though he was so far away.
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Three weeks passed before Padraig’s return. He was thin and appeared withdrawn. He rode quietly to the byre and tied the horse to the post before entering the house to announce his return. “I’m back to make up for my absence, sir,” he said in a low tone.
The farmer and his wife had heard the sad news before Padraig returned. “I’m very sorry about your father, son,” McGee said in a soothing tone with a comforting hand on Padraig’s shoulder.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“What about your mother, Padraig? You didn’t leave her alone did you?” The farmer’s wife questioned then handed him a cup of tea.
“No, ma’am. I sent her to stay with her sister until my return after the harvest. She will be well taken care of there. Her sister has a large family and they were always better off then my family. She will not need for anything in my absence.”
Padraig insisted on returning to work immediately upon his return and the farmer knew it was best for him to do so. Mrs. McGee, however, felt he needed more time to grieve, but he wouldn’t have any of that. He was a strong young man and now had to be even stronger being the man of the family.
It was just after supper when Padraig returned and most of the workers had already retired for the night. All but Michael and Finola. They returned to the fields for there was still light and work to be done. “Padraig will be pleased with your thoughtfulness, Finola.”
As Padraig gathered his tools in the byre, Michael was informed of his return and knowing how he felt about the woman at his side, convinced her it was time to stop for the night. Finola agreed, she was quite tired and sore from all the extra work. She said good night to Michael and headed to the house.
Meanwhile, Padraig was on his way to the field. “Aah!” he gasped, startled when Michael walked out into the path that led to the last few rows of corn.
Without a word, Michael embraced his dear friend in a sympathetic hug. “What are you doing back already? I didn’t expect you so soon.”
“There wasn’t much else for me to do there, especially without money. I took mother to stay with her sister. I made a promise to Mr.McGee on that first day that I would give him full measure. I can’t very well do that if I’m not here, now can I?”
“Well, my friend, it’s been a long day for all of us. Let’s retire and start refreshed in the mornin’,” Michael convinced Padraig not to push himself upon his return and together they headed to their lodging.
“It looks like a storm is headed our way,” Michael muttered as the two exchanged conversation quietly.
Padraig hoped to get a glimpse of Finola before retiring for the night. He was unaware of her passing him in the field, but the visions of her were as clear as daylight when he was away.
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Michael was correct in his statement; a wicked storm passed through overnight. When Padraig awoke in the morning, the air was cooler than normal. He scooted to the edge of his cot and instead of his feet resting on dry hay, he heard the sound of water splashing. He lit the lantern beside his cot and to his astonishment; the ground was saturated. A thick mud oozed between his toes.
Immediately he righted himself, pulled up his soaked overalls and with one hand holding the lantern and the other holding the bib of his overalls, he ventured outside to check on the crops. The potato crop fared much better than the cornfield. The stalks were blown over and many were broken off near the root.
He was devastated, to say the least. All that hard work. And for what? Wondering what would happen when the farmer awakened and saw the damage to his crops, he warned Michael. “Well, what do you suppose is going to happen now?” Padraig asked when Michael observed the flooded fields.
With both hands on his face, Michael rubbed his eyes as if hoping he was seeing things. However, when he removed his hands and opened his eyes, the problem still presented itself. “Well, my friend, I suggest we start packing our belongings. From the looks of things out here, McGee won’t be needin’ us anymore. It’s too late in the season to replant these crops and without the crops he won’t be able to pay us; much less support his own family.”
Sadly, Padraig agreed and returned to their lodging to pack up the few things he’d brought with him. He sat at the edge of his cot, his head cradled in his hands. He felt sick to his stomach and his heart ached. He wasn’t concerned about himself, but he was troubled by what the future held for the farmer and his family now that the crops were destroyed. He also felt ill at ease with the knowledge that he’d probably never see Finola again once they were all dismissed.
He was too proud a man to allow others to see him in agony so he quietly finished dressing and folded his blanket neatly on his cot. He had to prepare himself to face the farmer, as well as the woman to whom he’d secretly given his heart.
With his head held high he walked from the byre he had called home for the past couple months and met up with Michael and the other men who’d recently learned of their future on the farm. As Padraig approached, he saw the farmer walking away, his head hung low, fists clenched in anger.
“What’s the word, blokes?” Padraig asked one of the men who lagged behind.
“Well, it seems there isn’t enough work for all of us and McGee had to let some blokes go early because of the heavy rains last night.”
“Who’s to be stayin’ and who’s to be leavin’?” Padraig questioned the man, but he didn’t answer, he just held his head high and walked back to the byre, somberly. Padraig didn’t want to bother him anymore, knowing exactly how he’d felt. That same fate could be his within moments, but first he had to find Michael to learn the truth.
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