The Spy's Daughter And The Rebel Colonel (Closed for Initiate_me))

[Homerun2611]

Fucking Elizabeth, enjoying her beauty, form and innocence was to experience heaven, and my cock, my body, reveled in the experience. I drove into her with such need now, evert thrust deep, powerful and oozing with primal desire. If I am to meet my maker, let it be with the thoughts of fucking this gorgeous creature my last relevant memory.

I was not about to die, and despite being wounded, I was experiencing the very pinnacle of life. I should have been more thoughtful, asked more questions, made sure her womb was not at the most fertile, but I did not, I did not care, I just focused on my cannon, my bullets delivering on its target.

"You're... so deep inside me...," She whispered to me, then gasped as I thrust just a little more firmly. "I belong to you... I need you..." And oh sweet Jesus, I needed her. “Then ride me, dig your heels and nails into me, mark me as I will you, I want no doubt as to what woman now owns my heart, soul...and cock!”

Where we went from here, I did not know, did not truly understand her desires, but I wanted her, and this first taste was only a small hint of what our lovemaking could be!

I felt her body respond to me, and we were one, a glorious erotic machine of thrusting, grunting and taking. I hit me like thunder. Edged and edged, finally I tumbled over, muscles tensed, a searing pain in my side. Only accentuating the line of obscene pleasure and pain. My back arched, and my hips drove, my balls cinched, and my magnificent cock fired, and fired and fired. Rope after glorious rope of thick, sweet cream, assaulted and painted her virgin womb, as my body made a promise, my heart would keep. She was mine, and I was her protector, her lover and her man

I didn’5 stop, my last drop delivered, I kept thrusting, I needed the final pay-off as much as she, needed to feel her virgin pussy orgasm on my greedy cock!

 

[Initiate_me]

When he climaxed I felt it, felt his cock spasm inside my body, as if it was going to explode in the tight grip of my inner walls. I could feel something exiting, some kind of substance, as Rusty held himself deep in me, his face looking like a man being put to the thumbscrews- yet with a burning smile.

He nearly collapsed forward onto me, managed to stable himself on his forearms, and although I had thought it was the end, he kept going. There was something slick coating the deeper end of my tunnel now and he thrust into it, possessed, I gripped his shoulders to steady me and felt hot sweat, could hear his thick ragged breath. His power was hurting me, my untrained body was aching, vulnerable, it felt like he was assaulting me with a battering ram. But I loved it, loved the intensity, the closeness, the invasion. Even loved the pain. It was like I needed to be hurt, wanted his domination of me. I felt the climax grow again, this time it was fast, it rushed up and burst into flame, shook through me and I could hear myself moaning, crying, tears coming down my face as my legs clenched around him. Then it was suddenly over and I was left gasping for breath, knew my face was crimson, wet with the tears. He ceased his thrusting and I felt his weapon ease out of me, sticky and slowly softening.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was as if her body had been molded, sculpted perfectly to take mine. Large, hard and throbbing, her sweet sex swallowed, squeezed and massaged my steel hard member in ways only the God’s dare indulge. My orgasm was fierce, intense and prolonged, her soon followed to equal fanfare. My body nearly collapsed, so thoroughly spent from enjoying such a magnificent ride.

Finally sliding out, slowly softening, I caught my breath, and rested on my elbow. My Farr hand ran up and down her torso, playfully teasing her toned tummy, and beautiful small breasts and hardened nipples. Finally, I ran my fingers up and traced her neck and jawline, wiped her tears away. “Elizabeth, you were magnificent, your beauty and genuine femininity took me to a level of passion I thought unreachable...”

I leaned in and kissed her sweet lips, slowly but fully. “Truly you were glorious, I hope I did not hurt you in my swells of passion?”

Lastly, I laid back and stared up at the sky with the largest smile I could remember. I was completely taken with this young lass and there was nowhere else I would have rather been. Suddenly, forgotten in all our splendor, Our horse gently neighed. I laughed. “Okay, I know you need some attention too, and then we need dinner, but after that boy, you are on your own. As I want to spend the remainder of this night, laying and enjoying this beautiful woman!”

I looked her in the eyes, but said no more, but what I was thinking was, MY BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!

 

[Initiate_me]

There was nothing we needed to do, no responsibilities, not in that moment. We could just lay there.

“Truly you were glorious, I hope I did not hurt you in my swells of passion?” Rusty asked me, and I could see his concern.

"No, I am as well and at peace as I have ever been," I said. Rusty calmed the horse, and brought back a blanket for us, with the night beginning to cool. When he draped it over us I held him close, my sweat-streaked legs over his, my head, hair all a mess, resting on his chest. His calm breathing told me that he was satisfied, I had done it, I had satisfied a man. And he believed me to be beautiful. What more could I ask for now. The war.... I knew that was the most important thing, it had to be, but it could wait. There was nothing to do tonight. Tomorrow we could continue our way, and I could do my part, make my contribution, by helping Rusty back to full health. I told myself that it wasn't wrong to be close to him as well, to do these things with him. I could feel myself drifting, giving myself up to dreams

 

[Homerun2611]

I watered the horse and tied him to a spot he could graze or energy rest in the long soft grass. However, as I did so, my thoughts were only of sweet Elizabeth, gently roasted in the grass where I had just taken her. Her beautiful body glistening with our sweat and passion, my seed spilling out of her no longer virgin sex, my stake firmly and passionately claimed.

Taking a soft, quilted blanket and two down feathered pillows, I came back and looked down on her. So gentle, so peaceful, yet so beautiful she lay there. For the first time, only slightly hidden by the moonlit darkness, I gazed down on her. “You truly are a breathtaking beauty, but I hope you understand what giving your maidenhood did? You and your sweet body are now mine to cherish and protect...”

I slid down next to you, pulling you a bit on top of me, feeling your face and hair on my strong chest, combing your hair between my fingers. Our chests rose and fell as one, our bodies calming from their intense ride. I could feel your hardened nipples against my chest, and as your leg wrapped across my thighs, I also felt the wetness as my cum trickled down over my thighs as well.

It had been so long, just the feel of you had me hardening again. However, I knew I had pushed your young body, your sweet pussy to its limits, you needed rest before I could enjoy you again, as I now had every intention to do. Brushing your hair, stroking and petting your petite but sculpted back, you were perfection in my arms.

“...there are so many things I can teach you, so many ways for a man and woman to enjoy each other...so many things we can enjoy together. All I as Elizabeth, is you be mine and only mine...” I could feel you drifting off, your breaths getting deeper, your body completely draped on mine...I was falling asleep to, spent, satisfied and completely captivated by this young angel.

 

[Initiate_me]

Under the blanket I felt safe, but suddenly tired, as if its bedtime associations had triggered fatigue, reminded me that it was night. My breathing had slowed to normal. He held me against him and ran his fingers through my hair, his hand down my back. I knew that soon I would fall asleep and then it would be tomorrow, but I did not fear that because our journey was not over, we would yet have time alone together before reaching my mother and my home. Mother would like Rusty, I knew that. Perhaps... perhaps too much, if anything. But that was a worry for another day.

Sleep was slowly claiming me but I could hear his voice still, softly telling me of the sensations he would show me, and of our new bond together. I was too worn out to speak, just smiled, head resting on his chest, letting the world slip away.

 

[Homerun2611]

I had forgotten, or in fact had I ever had, a woman so soft and desirable draped across my body as I found peace sleeping under the brilliant starlit skies. Elizabeth's breathing was soft, and her willowy young body was light, but it was so comforting that I almost hoped the morning would never come. Were we a couple now? We were most certainly lovers, and I hoped beyond hope that would continue.

I awoke several times, but I would feel her soft breath on my chest, and I would comb her lush long hair with my fingers, and enjoy the soft skin of her back, and I was soon again, fast asleep. Crickets chirping and birds tweeting announced the sun's appearance over the eastern horizon.

My angel in my arms, I was so tempted to wake her with kisses and another fine romp through her heavenly meadow, and enjoy the fruits of her young body once more. However, I was a soldier, a Southern officer, no less and there were responsibilities. The horse would travel best in the cooler morning temperatures, ad we had many miles still to travel if we were to make it to Elizabeth's home by the day after next.

That would still leave us with two nights, two glorious nights, to deepen our bond before meeting her mother and any other obstacles that might put in our path. I slipped out from beneath her, and went to the stream to do a sponge bath in he cold, clear water and dress. I watered and fed the horse and began to griddle up some eggs and bacon over the open flame on the cast iron skillet we had brought with us. As breakfast was cooked, and the coffee was being brewed, I awoke sweet Elizabeth.

I kissed her softly on the cheek, "It is time to wake up my angel, I have made us breakfast. I believe it will be a warm one today, and I would ever so enjoy it if you wore something that was not only comfortable but allowed me to enjoy the spectacular form of the woman I made love to last evening...."

 

[Initiate_me]

At this request I smiled, knowing that the only other dress I had with us would suit his tastes at least a little more closely. I gathered the blanket around me, although I did not know why- had he not seen all of me already, just last night? The morning's bright light had made me shy, and I hid my body while dressing, although not without occasional glances at him over my shoulder.

We ate in near-silence, enjoying the food and enjoying the peace of our camping spot. Meeting one another's eye and smiling like children. Together we packed away all of our travelling possessions and Fortune, who had waited patiently, as though respecting our new intimacy. Back to the dirt road and Rusty had the reins, stating that he would get us started and on our way and then I would be given a further lesson. There was something wonderful to me about that, the fact that he wanted to teach me, that wanted me to participate and have responsibility for our journey also. It felt as though we were a team, and that we could accomplish something... but I did not yet know what.

The day wore on and we pushed forward without stopping, my hands now at the reins and my arms aching, but my temper was fine, my thoughts light. We spoke a little of the countryside through which we passed, seeing but a few other travellers on our way. In the mid afternoon we brought Fortune to a halt under the patchy shade of a cluster of healthy river birches, and dismounted to stretch out our legs. Rusty pulled me to him and kissed me, and I returned it with feeling but broke away and then evaded his grasp, laughing. We made a game of him stalking me around the trees, then chasing me, and he took me in his arms again and we lent against the tree , like a married pair might do on a Sunday stroll. Fortune looked at us and snorted, not impressed by the playfulness of humans.

Back to the road and Rusty took control, with me sat beside him, hand on his knee. The dusk was settling slowly in, painting the trees and grass and dirt of the landscape in its colours, warning us that the day's usefulness was drawing to a close. We had been looking out for a sheltered spot for an hour without success, when we rounded the corner of a small hillock and found by the path a small wooden shack, with smoke emerging gently from its chimney.

 

[Homerun2611]

The day was beautiful, but despite their boldness and the passion of the night before, the light of day brought some shyness as we both tried to understand the implications of our actions, and our new relationship as lovers. The small talk was nice and despite her youth, our conversations made it clear how bright and curious Elizabeth was.

But it was when we stopped and after our first kiss since the night of lovemaking, and then her quick slippage from my grasp, that I realized how playful and fun she could be. She made me feel like a 21 year old again, back on our plantation, courting the young ladies at the lavish parties we threw.

I wondered in that moment if days of celebration and pure fun would ever return, and if I might get to enjoy them with Elizabeth on my arm. The rest of the day was a combination of small talk and largely innocent flirting, exchanging soft kisses, that promised of so much more. I wondered if she was as anxious for the night to come as I was, to see where we might venture next.

When night did approach and the sun started to become a brilliant dark orange in the western sky I had long been looking for shelter, ideally agan near water, but we had passed scarcely a babbling brook in nearly two hours. Then as we rounded the hillock we saw the cabin, given that there was a small amount of smoke coming from the chimney, it was likely inhabited, but more importantly was the old water pump and well that lay 100 feet or so northwest of the shack.

Who knows what might await us, but we had little choice but to find out. I asked Elizabeth to hand me my knife and pistol that I slid into my belt. I told her to go a bit down the path, "If something happens when I knock on this door, slap the reins and ty to get out of here as quickly as possible. I was wary, and tired, as I pulled my hand back to knock, and what responded, was something I never expected...."Please take what you want, just don't hurt me..." It was the voice of a woman...and she was frightened..."Ma'am you have nothing to worry about, I am traveling with my....uh, wife...and we were just seeking shelter." I looked over my shoulder signaling everything was okay, and then I turned as the door slowly creaked open....

 

[Initiate_me]

It was frightening for me to see Rusty stand alone in front of the shack's door, neither of us knowing if it contained friend or foe. The war had made us question these things more and more, even though we were in confederate territory. There had been whispers and rumours of incidents, violence, betrayal.... and we had no comrades with us, we were travelling light and unprotected, and Rusty was not fit for any kind of significant battle.

I could hear the voice from where I stood, couldn't make out the words but knew it was female, and hesitant, and I relaxed. I watched him interact, using calming gestures, although I could not see the woman. He signalled to me and I started down the path towards the shack.

 

[Homerun2611]

The voice fooled me, I assumed it was an older woman, but as the door opened I realized she was at most 18. A dark haired, raven beauty, dark brown eyes, almost black and deeply tanned skin, or at least that was what I thought at first, and then I realized she wasn't white at all.

"It's okay, we are not here to hurt you, we only wish to get water for our horse and find a spot we might be able to camp for the night. We have provisions, do you need to eat?" She shook her head no, "Missuh ???" I smiled, "You can call me Colonel or Rusty" She spoke with the rough english and wore the tattered remains of a thin cotton dress.

"You are a runaway aren't you ????....would you tell me your name? I promise I promise you that I will not hurt you." She was young, beautiful and terrified. "Yessum, yessum, I am ...well not exactly a runaway, my massuh freed me...but I have no papers to prove it...he freed all of us, but we were ambushed by some yankee soldiers, I had been reliving myself in the bushes and they never saw me, but they took the other women, and they..."

I stopped her, I didn't need her to continue, I could assume they raped the women and took the men in to work as infantry and blacksmiths and whatever else they needed. "My name is Marabel, and sir, I don't know what to do."

Elizabeth finally joined me, "Marabel, this is my ...wife...Elizabeth, and Elizabeth, this is marabel, and she is in a bit of a trouble...."

 

[Initiate_me]

I looked at the woman and looked at Rusty, as if I was some sort of fool, not knowing what to say. The truth was I had never had a conversation with a person of another skin colour, and I did not know what to say. My only involvement was watching them work on my father's plantation. But this was a time of firsts- last night I had become a woman, and tonight I was challenged to communicate with someone I knew nothing about, someone from a group who were servants to my family... or worse.

I tried an open smile, knowing it probably looked weak, but it was something at least. "Good evening Marabel, it's nice to make your acquaintance." I tried to discretely look beyond her, into the shack, to see if there was anyone else, but the darkness prevented this, and I returned my eyes to her face. She was beautiful, and scared. More scared than I was. I had to try harder. "Can we be of aid to you in some way?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Marabel seemed tentative opening her door, and I could understand why. I was sure she had been dreading who might come to her door, and she didn’t know it yet, but she was very fortunate it had been us.

I saw the wood burning stove, and also a big copper tub in the back. After two days of travel and after our prior night, a bath sounded incredible. There were wild jack rabbits outside. I looked at Marabel, “I tell you what, how about I kill us a couple of rabbits, and we can make a stew?”

Marabel smiled, “That would be wonderful, I used to be a house servant, and I will prepare dinner, and if you and the missus would like, I would even be happy to bathe you and the missus?” I could have been wrong, but the once frightened young ebony beauty, now had a mischievous glint in her eye...

 

[Initiate_me]

Rusty turned to me and raised his eyebrows, asking for my agreement to this, and I nodded. It sounded good- so good- a hot meal cooked by someone with experience, a bath, a warm fire. I wasn't used to being away from these things, even on warm nights, even at the hospital these luxuries had been available to me.

Marabel stepped aside to allow us to enter, curtsying with great dignity. Rusty set about bringing our more valuable belongings inside, and tethering Fortune around the shack, where she would be sheltered and out of sight. Marabel and myself exchanged awkward glances, I didn't know what to say. I felt like she knew, somehow, that my family had her people working on our plantation. I had never before known if that was something to be ashamed of or not, it had always just seemed... normal. But now I wasn't sure.

"I will ready the vegetables I have," she said and disappeared into a small pantry-type area in the shack. It was larger than I had first thought, this main room comprising the fireplace, a table and chairs, and a large chest in one corner. I could see flimsy doors of thin, cracked pieces of wood, appearing to lead to two bedrooms, and I felt that perhaps she had once had someone else here with her. Or it had been a dwelling that she had not been involved with building at all, had come across it and made it hers. If so she was an impressive woman in my mind.

 

[Homerun2611]

Something in the young girls demeanor and glances, made me think she might be more experienced than her young age might otherwise suggest. Furthermore, the somewhat suggestive glances were easily as directed at Elizabeth as they were myself. I can not deny that the combination of these two young beauties acting in sexual symphony with myself was beyond appealing. However,, I knew my Elizabeth, and she was just learning, she was not ready to accelerate to a Master’s course.

There were jack rabbits all around, but my pistol would be too much. Instead I quickly set three snares, and within 15 minutes we had dinner. I was both an experienced trapper and hunter, so with one quick move the rabbits throats were cut, and bled out. Skinning was easy and I had the animal ready to brown and add to the stew.

As I walked back, Marabel was kneeling on the ground, her dress had slipped off her shoulders and. Puddled at her waist. She saw me, but made no attempt to cover, instead smiling and letting my eyes feast on her exposed form. I came up closer, “I take it you served in the home of your former Master?” She grinned and nodded, “Yes, Massuh Ashely and Miss Emily were very good to me, and I served them well.” My mind whirled a bit in fantasizing what exactly that might have meant. However, I dismissed as best I could. “I am sure, they greatly appreciated you, I am glad they were kind, you were fortunate in that regard.”

I went and grabbed the skillet and went inside. Elizabeth was already stirring the pot of vegetables, and so I went up beside her and began to brown the rabbit meat. Tonight we would have an unexpected feast, and perhaps much more, as I slipped my arm around Elizabeth’s waist and leaned in to give her a gentle kiss...

 

[Initiate_me]

I kissed Rusty back, didn't feel afraid to, only the pleasant jolts of nervousness- I knew no one was going to stop us, and there would be no questions, not until we reached my home.

We sat at Marabel's low, rickety table, Rusty insisting he was happy to sit on the floor as we women took the only chairs. The stew was thick and hot and wonderful, such simple flavours but prepared with care, and now eaten in an environment of mutual respect and appreciation. Marabel was starting to open up to us, telling us stories of her life, chattering away and she was an engaging speaker, her words and her voice dancing and changing, her long fingers reaching out and touching one or the other of us on occasion, at the climax of some point or suggestion. I just smiled at her and listened, happy to have someone else do the talking. She spoke of her former master and it was difficult to determine whether she had loved or hated him, or something in the middle perhaps, but when she came to the war she ran out of steam, and looked at Rusty with deference.

"What does the war mean sir? I hear so many things and I.... just don't know."

I also looked to him, as if only to support her question but secretly I wanted to hear his answer too, wanted my own fears to be allayed.

 

[Homerun2611]

The kiss only made me want more. I wasn't sure how we would arrange it, but I needed to feel Elizabeth again, feel that intimacy, be back inside of her. It was such a sweet kiss, and we let it linger, tasting each other with the promise of so much more.

Dinner was delicious, gamey but rich and nourishing and authentic. "You are a good cook Marabel, you must have spent some time in the kitchens?" She shook her head no, "My mama did and sometimes she would manage to allow me to come down and help if the Master didn't need me."

I had never been proud of slavery, in all honesty I hadn't thought a lot about it, it just was. As much a part of plantation life as cotton or horses. However, as I got to know Marabel I was ashamed, they were not property, they were people, and this war was amoral. So when Marabel asked me the question, "What does the war mean sir? I hear so many things and I.... just don't know."

I could barely look her in the eye as I answered. "It is about a way of life, the plantation life, and the rights of states, versus a strong government, and no longer treating people, slaves, as property. Marabel, I fought for the Confederacy as I am a Southerner, but I have thought much about this, and I am not proud of the cause I am fighting for...the only good news I have is our side is losing."

I had tried to make a slight joke, but it was not funny. "Marabel, freedom may not be as good as you think. Out here alone, you are not safe. The men who are at war, have been too long without a woman, and a woman as beautiful as you, would arouse passions that they might not be able to, or want to control."

She smiled, "You think I am beautiful?" I had to chuckled, "Well, yes I do, but that is not necessarily good, at least not now." it was cute that she enjoyed the compliment, but my warning was true, I had seen men do horrible things, the war could bring out the beast in men.

"At some point this war will change how we live and work in this country, but for now, we are all likely to have to persevere some very difficult growing pains." Personally, I had made one decision that I hoped I could keep, and that was to never fight and kill again, in the name of the Confederacy.

 

[Initiate_me]

Their conversation enthralled me, opening up to me an aspect of the war which I had never cared, or dared, to consider- slavery. I had not previously even wanted to call it what it was, at my home we had always referred to these people, if we mentioned them at all, as if they were hired help, just normal workers. And I had absorbed that upbringing, buried any natural human guilt. And buried part of my own humanity. As I listened to Rusty and Marabel exchange soft words, as equals, warm tears fell slowly from my eyes, onto my lap, and I bowed my head. Just a couple of days ago I had been full of righteous fervour, a true believer in the war.... but getting away from it, out into the world, with my lover.... and now this.... I was no longer sure how to feel about it all.

Their faces were lit gently by the candles, their voices together were soft and beautiful. Rusty cast a concerned glance my way but I gave a reassuring smile, didn't want to interrupt, only to listen. At length the meal was finished, Marabel tidied everything away and bid us a polite goodnight, entreating us not to leave in the morning before she arose, and to take some porridge with her.

 

[Homerun2611]

Marabel retreated into her room and I was just about to move toward Elizabeth. I wondered what she was thinking and if her body hungered for my cock anywhere near the extent I craved her young cunt! Throughout our ride today, and with each bite of dinner, my mind never lingered far from the slice of heaven that was between her legs, or the feel of her sweet mouth, and even the taboo thought of ultimaely claiming her firm young ass!

The prior night had awoken a lust and need within me, too long in hibernation, and I could only hope she was as eager to expand and extend our lovemaking as I was to have her. She had a shy grin on her face, and I hoped it meant what I thought..and then suddenly the door opened and their standing in a thin cotton gown, the outline of her naked body clearly visible underneath stood Marabel.

"I am sorry to interrupt, but I remembered, the kettle I have been heating...and my promise of a bath." She was standing there sweetly, but not necessarily innocently. "I enjoyed our talk tonight, but it has been so long since I serviced a man or a woman...and I want to be a good host...so ma'am if you would...." She went over and I watched her pour the hot water into the large tub, and then I watched as she began to undress Elizabeth.

Being a servant came easily, even though neither Elizabeth or I thought of her as such in that moment...soon Elizabeth was bare and I looked upon her loveliness, theh firm, full young tits, and Oh God, that glorious body and beckoning cunt. Marabel took her by the hand and grabbed a sponge from her counter, and then in one seamless motion she pulled her own gown from her shoulders and joined Elizabeth in the tub. "Sir, I will tend to your wife first, and then you...and then I will leave you two alone..."

The scene I had just witnessed was so innocently erotic, and as she started to run the soapy sponge up and down my new lover's body, it only became more so...my cock was rock had in admiration of these two so different, but stunningly beautiful women. I saw each of their eyes go there, but I hoped it was Elizabeth who might be pleased as after we were clean...I hoped she might want to be a bit dirty!

 

[Initiate_me]

I had been ready for bed when Marabel entered and took my hand, but I followed her with a yawn. I didn't understand her need to serve like this but supposed it came from her time under a master and mistress. She undressed me, normally I would have protested because I had never been washed by another person in this way- but I remembered my duty to sponge soldiers in the hospital, and silently chastised myself for framing it as something undignified.

I was not expecting Marabel to slip off her dress and sit in the tub with me, causing the soapy water to rise to the brim. She smiled at me as if this was a completely normal thing, and I looked over at Rusty to see what he thought of us this. He was watching us intently, like an eagle watches a mouse. Perhaps it was true, what I had heard, that men secretly liked women together...

 

[Homerun2611]

I was certain this was unfamiliar and likely uncomfortable for Elizabeth, and he felt a bit guilty at how arousing he found the interaction of the two women, the dark ebony of one, attending to the milky smooth skin of the other.

Marabel's movements were calculated and knowledgeable, she had clearly done this before. As she touched Elizabeth she tried to read her reaction, not wanting to forcer herself on her, but from the hardness of her nipples one could tell she was enjoying the situation and ready for more if encouraged. She cleaned Elizabeth from top to bottom, and I was sure she spent a bit of extra time tending to Elizabeth's soft folds. I watched Elizabeth but could not read her mind, and although her nipples were also hard, it could have easily been the combination of wetness and the night air.

Elizabeth looked beautiful and I could not wait until we were alone, and we could enjoy ourselves unfettered. Her bath complete, Marabel wrapped her in a towel, and beckoned me over. As I walked by Elizabeth, she could see in my nakedness, my arousal for her. I leaned in and whispered, "there is no need to dress my love, when I am through I would like to enjoy you exactly as you are, just warm by the fire."

As I slid into the water, I saw Marabel's eyes scan my body, my hard cock. Despite her age, she was a woman of clear experience and seemed to know innately how she might use such a tool for her pleasure. She lavished me with attenion, my hair, my back, chest, legs, cock and balls. As she ran her hand over my shaft, she gave me a little squeeze and a wink, "It is very nice Sir" I smiled at the compliment, but after last night, my cock belonged to Elizabeh. When I was done, I too was toweled off, "Thank you Marabel, that was delightful beyond words, but now, would ou mind if my wife and I enjoyed a bit of alone time?"

Marabel again bid us good night and went into her room, but I could see the door was not quite shut. I dropped my towel and closed on Elizabeth and lifted her in my arms kissing her. "Are you ready for another night together...if so, I think you might enjoy getting on all fours on the bed?"

 

[Initiate_me]

The warmth of the fire kissed my naked back as Rusty's lips met mine. My left hand on his cheek, the right on his hip, and I could feel his hardness against my stomach. A shudder ran through me and I stepped back.

"We should stay here, in the light of the flames," I whispered. Slowly, slowly I sat down on the soft rug, watching Rusty watch me. His eyes were full of need. Need to have me, need to control me.

I turned and took the position he had request- on my hands and knees like some lustful animal. Or like a girl who wants to be taken by a man, and made his. Blissful in my naivety, luxuriating in my own unknowingness. To my right and straight ahead, I saw shadows dance on the walls and rough furniture of the shack. The my left, only fire.

 

[Homerun2611]

"We should stay here, in the light of the flames," Marabel's door was most definitely ajar, and by staying by the warmth of the light, we also stayed center stage, Elizabeth the leading lady of my dreams.

I was not sure if we had an audience, and even if we did, should it bother me? This was really not a time for thought or moral reflection and questioning. If Marabel could achieve some satisfaction by taking witness to our lovemaking so be it, we were in safe shelter having just been served a splendid meal and then bathed as if we were some sort of royalty. For her to be allowed to be our voyeur seemed very fair payment for such generous treatment.

No, this was my chance to once again celebrate MY Elizabeth. My second night with the most beautiful and desirable woman I had ever known, and she was there on all fours, the firelight kissing her exquisite body. Her body, so young, taught and lean like a gorgeous mare awaiting her stallion, or a bitch in heat postured for her stud.

"You look spectacular, my love!" I whispered as I kneeled in behind her, positioning myself between her beautiful legs. For a moment I could only stare, there must be a God, for only could a great creator carve an ass so perfectly curved and heart shaped, a small of a back that so demanded the touch of my hand or small kisses, or the elegant "V" of her torso leading to her petite, yet strong and perfectly muscled shoulders.

I ran my hands over her firm bottom, lightly spreading her cheeks. I even leaned down and teased her tight, pink rosebud with my tongue. Swirling my tongue in ever smaller circles I tried to sense her body's acceptance to this new source of investigation. But I only wanted to tease and prime her, for nothing would prevent me from taking her young cunt, not even the shear delight I was confident her ass would someday provide.

"Over time I hope to enjoy you everywhere, but tonight I have dreamed of being back inside of your tender, wet pussy all day!" Her tightest hole seemed to almost wink at me, as my hands moved to her waist and I aligned my cock to her newly baptized sex. "Are you ready for another night my love....this position will allow me to go deeper and harder if you so dare to allow me...Elizabeth, when we make love you need not worry about being a lady or proper...that is for garden parties and dinners with friends....here, between us...there are no rules...other than enjoying...." And with that, holding her waist and hips, I pressed my cock, inch after inch, all the way in, until my balls slapped gently against her....

 

[Initiate_me]

"Are you ready for another night my love....this position will allow me to go deeper and harder if you so dare to allow me...Elizabeth, when we make love you need not worry about being a lady or proper...that is for garden parties and dinners with friends....here, between us...there are no rules...other than enjoying...."

My reply was probably inaudible, a whispered "Yes". The feeling of his tongue on the most taboo part of my body had shocked me, shocked me with the forbidden feeling and shocked me with the pleasure of it. Then, as he pushed his cock slowly into me, I gripped the rug with my fingers, willed my body to relax, burning up in my mind, burning up in the heat of the fire.

I felt him completely fill me, and I couldn't hold back a whimper. This time, the second joining of my body to his, was easier than the first but it still felt somehow like too much. I pressed my face to the rug and arched my back, pushing my little ass up, because that felt right. His hands on my waist held me steady, and told me that I was his, and I surrendered myself.

 

[Homerun2611]

I smiled as I heard her soft, "Yes" She was so submissively perfect. I smiled more as my tongue began to enjoy and tease her ass, and I could swear I heard from behind the door, an animalistic grunt of approval.

However, it was as I pressed my cock inside her young, wet pussy, drove deep inside of her claimed, young cunt, that I heard..."Mmmm, Fuuuccckkkk, yess!" Groaned from behind the old door and I was more convinced than ever, that it wasn't just my Elizabeth's pussy that was being pleasured by our love making. I wondered if Elizabeth even heard her, and if so, how it made her feel?

I stayed focus on my gorgeous young lover. "Oh my love..." I moaned, as now with Elizabeth's revised positioning, her ass up high in the air, I was able to drive in and out with deep, hard and penetrating strokes. "...never have I felt I cunt so tight, never have I felt a woman was meant so entirely for me....never has a pussy felt so good....you drive my body wild with desire..."

"Oh my fucking God...yess! Yess! Yess!" We heard Marabel moan in some sort of approval or acknowledgement, but I did not care...It was my Elizabeth I wanted to please, to feel her push back and feel her body succumb and draw my seed. Her body felt so good, I was enjoying her completely, trying to hold back but just barely able, for soon nothing could stop my body from cumming deep inside of her! My hands on her hips my body slamming harder and harder, as my pelvis and balls slammed into her high and perfect ass and pussy! "Oh God cum to me my love...let me own you!"