by Iona Nixon
As my index and middle finger lightly graze your moist entrance, I lightly bite and nibble on your tongue as I slowly tease my two fingers around your already moist entrance, making you shiver and moan while I gently keep you pinned against the wall. I feel you squirm slightly in pleasure before you break the kiss and tilt your head back slightly and let out a slightly louder moan escape your lips. As you moan, I slowly add more pressure and tease a finger in to you, making you shudder and lightly bite into my shoulder as well as I feel your fingernails lightly scratching my back. My right hand tugs lightly at your bra a moment before removing it quickly and throwing it aside. I take a brief pause from teasing your moist entrance as I slowly lean in and let a warm breath out onto your left nipple before giving it a soft lick, at the same time I teasingly press my thumb against your sweet spot.
My thumb lightly rubs against your sweet spot as my fingers tease you from the inside and lightly rubs against your moist flesh, making you shudder lightly and moan slightly louder, biting into your lip as I feel you react and squeeze lightly on my finger. As you shudder, trying to stifle your moans a bit, I teasingly give your nipple a lick with just the tip of my tongue. Your hands lightly go through my hair, slightly guiding me as I flick my tongue over your nipple, teasing it. At the same time my fingers rubbing your entrance as well as my thumb softly rubbing circles on your sweet spot making you shudder and squeeze my fingers lightly as they tease you.
As I continue teasing you, I slowly add more and more pressure as I rub my fingers against you. My lips moving to your other breast as I softly lick before sucking on your nipple. I feel you're nails dig into my skin as you let out a loud moan and I feel my fingers get coated lightly in your sweet juices. Your hands tremble lightly as I feel you pull my jeans off. I continue teasing you more vigorously with my tongue and lightly bite on your nipple as I feel you tug and drop my underwear. As we're pressed up against each other, you feel the tip of my dick lightly press against your stomach and you feel another drop of moisture against your skin, making us both moan lightly from the sensation.
I stop teasing you and slowly remove my fingers from inside you before quickly having a quick taste of your juices. I moan lightly as I taste your sweetness before lightly kissing up along your body, kissing your neck before kissing you on the lips. Our tongues sliding along each other as I feel you slowly wrap one leg around my waist and we break the kiss a moment. You grin at me again naughtily as you gently tease the tip of my dick by grinding your moist panties against it, moaning sexily into my ear before giving it a light lick. I let out a soft moan that trembles lightly from being teased so directly.
I shudder slightly as I see you move your panties to the side and tease me yet again, pressing the tip against your moist and hot entrance, in turn making me throb and let out another trembling moan. I lightly move and rub the tip around your moist entrance before slowly pushing slightly forward, penetrating you with just the tip. Both of us shudder in pleasure as we get accustomed to the sensation. I let out a soft moan and take a sharp breath before biting my lip as I thrust forward fully into you, making us both squirm and moan even louder than expected from the sudden, sharp and nearly overwhelming pleasure. You lightly bite into my shoulder, moaning and panting lightly against my skin.
As you let go from biting me, we kiss forcefully as we try to stifle the rest of our moans as the intense waves of pleasure crash over us. Slowly I begin to thrust as we're kissing, with each passing thrust we both feel the pressure building as I feel you squeezing more and more tightly on me. We moan into each other's lips as I throb in pulse inside you, in turn making you moan again and squeeze even tighter on me. I feel your nails digging into my back as you're trying to pull me closer and deeper. We're both panting heavily and quick as you break the kiss.
You lightly lick my neck before biting into it as I feel you climax and push me over the edge as well. I thrust one last time into you, both of us groaning in pleasure as I feel your squeezes on me as well as you feeling me throb and pulse inside you as I fill you with my sticky juices. Your nails are lightly digging into my back still as you hold me in place, your squeezes lightly massaging me still as I continue pulsing lightly inside you. You bite slightly harder as each wave of pleasure still hits us, causing me to throb hard with each bite.
Slowly we calm down, I feel your arms slowly loosening their grip as well as you unwrap your leg from around my waist. I gently pull out of you, eliciting a slight moan of pleasure still from both of our lips. I kiss you softly on the lips and grin pleasantly at you as you smile lightly back at me. Softly I kiss your neck and moving lower, planting small kissing along your body as I move lower. Your hands linger around my neck and lightly pass through my hair as I softly kiss your lower stomach.
I pause a moment and softly lick your still sensitive sweet spot softly, making you gasp and let out a soft moan before I sit on my clothes on the floor trying to catch my breath still. You pleasantly smile at me and notice I'm still semi-hard. You push me onto the floor, making me lay down as you grin naughtily at me again. You gently wrap your fingers around the shaft of my dick before leaning down and giving it a teasing lick which makes me shudder heavily and moan as I tilt my head back slightly. I lightly throb in your hand before you sit across my stomach and lightly tease me still with your fingers to make me shiver a little bit more. You then lay on my chest as we wrap our arms around you and we lay there, grinning at each other still.
The End.
To Pleasure the Viking
Britain was a dangerous land for man or beast. Wars ravaged the land, and tribes clashes. Torture, rape and cruel deaths were common. Now law was over the land. And now that Rome had left, Norse warriors invaded to find new lands to rule over.
Northern England was a landing point for those men. Jorvik, or York, they called the village was their now won land. Great long ships by the dozens filled the bay.
Derik was the youngest son of ten, his father a lord of a wide stretch of land in Norway. Derik decided to find a place to become his own. A woman to make his wife and they would have their own sons. He would build a fortress of his own.
His longtime friend, Geoff followed him off the ship onto the land. " I hear the females here are plenty. Three women for each man! Just think of it, Derik"!
Derik laughed. " For you, yes, but I am in need for just one."
A group of men were at the stables, and it was a slave auction. Derik went to see for himself. He had coin and needed some slaves to help him build a house.
The man in charge, brought out many kinds of slaves. And when he brought out his best that he saved for last, the crowds gasped and cheered.
Derik was stunned at the woman that stood on the platform. Her hair was like the sunset. Red and flowing down past her lush bottom. She had full rosy lips and a dusting of freckles on her nose. Full breasts that were barely contained by her torn dress. She was indeed a prize for any mans bed.
And Derik wanted to be that man. Tonight.
Geoff already had a hard on. " By Thor, what a prize."
" Forget it, Geoff. I am getting this one."
Geoff sighed. " Well maybe you will share her with me one night."
Derik raised his hand and shouted a bid. The bidding went higher, since most men wanted this woman. She looked a bit abused, and like she had not eaten or slept. He saw her trembling.
When he won his prize, the guard brought her to him, and he studied her and saw how pretty her eyes were, like violets. Or the evening sky. He felt his erection stir. He told himself he had to be gentle with her. He loved how lush her body felt against his. He brought her to the inn he was staying at and lead her to his room. She looked fearful.
" Easy, I am a gentle man."
She didn't speak Norse, he knew, and he didn't speak Celtic. But pleasure would still come, and it be how they would communicate for now. He began to walk towards her. She swallowed hard and looked around as if trying to run.
He pointed to himse
lf. "Derik."
She understood he meant his name. She nodded. Placing a small hand to her chest, she said " Maura.''
He smiled, and took her hand into his, and kissed it. " I think you are lovely, Maura. I need a wife. You suit. You are too lovely to be a slave."
Maura said something, but he didn't understand.
" It has been so long since I had a woman. I want you..."
He cupped her breasts and she gasped. He felt them and squeezed softly, loving how she looked defenseless for him. He felt her nipples pucker as if begging for him. He undid her lacings of the bodice and exposed her breasts, her pink nipples. He bent and took one into his mouth, sucking and licking. She moaned and struggled. He felt her hands in his hair, tugging. He smiled against her breast and tasted the other.
Her skin was soft and creamy. He wanted to bury his hard erection inside her wet heat. Derik pulled her dress down to her feet, and took in the sight of her naked body. She was thin, but lush. Red curls hid her pussy and he noticed freckles inside her thighs.
Maura let out a soft sigh and let him lay her on the bed. He took his clothing off and she watched, hunger in those pretty eyes.
She stared at his thick erection and licked her lips. Derik smiled, but knew he couldn't take much foreplay. It had been too long for him. He opened her legs and saw how pink and wet she was for him. She was breathing hard. He wondered if she was a virgin. If so, he wanted to go easy. He ran his fingertips over the dewy lips of her pussy and she gasped. He rubbed her little clit and she cried out, moving with his hand. Her hands clutched the blankets. He push a finger and she moaned. She was so tight.
Derik pushed a second finger in, she moaned something in Celtic. He pulled his hand away, shiny from her wet heat. He climbed over her and met her eyes with his.
Desire was written all over her face. He rubbed his erection on to wet slit and sucked a nipple in his mouth. She came with tremors washing over her body. Derik wondered had she ever come before. He began to push into her slowly and growled at how tight she was. It felt amazing. He shuddered. She was panting, and he knew it hurt. He thrust himself to the hilt and she cried out, arching in pain. He kissed her lips softly and held still.
Maura began to move her hips, and Derik began a slow pace. She ran her nails down his muscled back in pleasure. Her pants and whimpers led him on. He thrust harder and deeper and she went wild, tugging at his hair, meeting each thrust.
She cried out and came again, he body rubbing against his. Derik followed with a hard final thrust and shuddered.
Both breathing hard, he kissed her lips again, then pulled out of her warm body. She looked ravished yet happy. She smiled at him and he went hard again.
Derik pulled Maura into his arms and kissed her deeply.
The End.
Saving Sarah
So many times had she done this before, so many times had she spoken the words, done the chore. She was sick of this life, sick of the things her father made her do. She had been slowly breaking away and hiding from him when he was looking for his princess. She had taken refuge in the arms of someone new, someone who she knew would be killed if her father ever found out.
Sarah was twenty, her father had been forcing her into his bed since she had turned eighteen. She "owed" him for all the things she needed, her room and board, food, clothing, a ride to town. She knew she couldn't hide from him forever, however she also knew she didn't want to be his sex slave any longer. She'd found love, she'd found Gabriel.
Just thinking of Gabe made her smile. She'd known him her entire life, she trusted him and wanted to be with him. Her father would be angry, he would never let her go. How she longed for her brother. Yes, Gabriel was her older brother. He'd always looked out for her, now he'd begun helping her hide from their father.
She'd tried to move away, but her father had cost her the job she longed for, her scholarship and her future. She wouldn't let him take Gabe away too.
As she thought back to the first night she'd made love to Gabe, she remembered how safe she'd felt.
It was a few days before, it had been her birthday. She'd gone out with her friends from town, Rebecca and Susan. They'd had too much to drink, danced for hours and came home falling down drunk. Her father had been waiting, he sat in the dark for hours. This only announced his anger, he'd slammed her against the wall, hiked up her dress and fucked her right in the living room.
He'd never been so bold before. Usually he snuck into her room late at night and climbed into her bed, or his favorite was when she'd be in the bathroom and he'd hide in the closet and pop out when she was about to step into the shower. He took her cries as passion and got off on it.
Her father was good at hiding his treacherous acts from Gabe. Ever since their mother had died, Gabe had been out working to keep their home. He'd kept them from bankruptcy and he was often gone for days at a time. Her father used that to his advantage. Raping her over and over while Gabe was away.
This particular night, however, wasn't his lucky night. When her father was finished using her that night, he'd tossed her to the floor. He'd finished himself off by spraying his cum all over her dress. Then he's went to his room, slammed the door and she hoped went to bed.
She lay there for a time crying. She was hurt, although not badly. She was ashamed and blamed herself. If she hadn't gone with her friends, he wouldn't have been so rough. He wouldn't have been angry and he wouldn't have hurt her. He'd have slipped into her bed, got off inside her and slipped back out.
When the front door opened, she tried to cover herself. She wasn't expecting Gabe and neither was her father. Otherwise, she would have been raped in her room, not the common area.
Gabe knelt beside her, "What happened to you Sarah?"
She just cried softly, resting her head on his knee. He brushed her hair from her face, caressing her cheeks before tucking the loose strands behind her ear. He craddled her face in his hand, begging her to tell him who'd hurt her.
She couldn't though, so she pulled away and got to her feet. She turned for the steps, but lost her balance and fell against Gabe's strong, muscular chest. He steadied her and whispered, "Let me help you sweetie."
She let Gabe's strong frame support her as she made her way upstairs. Thankfully her father had been so drunk he must have passed out and he hadn't heard them make their way to the second floor.
When they reached the bathroom, he helped her inside. He locked the door behind them and helped her slip out of her dress. Her thighs had begun to bruise from the roughness, her cheeks were tear stained and she had bruises in the shape of handprints on her arms.
Gabe's shock at seeing her this way, the anger in his eyes. "Sarah, who the hell did this to you? I'll go wake father and we'll go kill the bastard!"
She just sobbed, turning her back to him.
He crossed the small room in two steps, pulling her back against him. "Just tell me Sarah, we'll get him for hurting you."
She shook, her body wracked with sobs. She felt she'd never stop. He turned her toward him, his hand ran down her cheek, cupping her chin.
As she looked into his deep blue eyes, she knew she couldn't hide it from him any longer. "It wasn't just anyone, it WAS father!"
She began to cry, collapsing against him.
"That bastard! I'll kill him myself!! How dare he put his hands on you!!"
Gabe's voice got louder, he was almost shouting. She was afraid, so afraid that if their father knew she'd told her brother, he'd kill them both.
She slipped a finger over his lips, "Please, don't! He'll just kill us both."
His features were hardened, his eyes glowing with anger. "You sleep with me tonight, we'll go out to the camper where we used to play. Until I can figure out how to protect you."
He helped her into the shower, turning his back to her as she undressed. She had watched him, determined to save her from their vile father. She quickly cleansed herself from all his disgusting stench.
When she finished, she
'd wrapped herself in a towel and he'd led her to her bedroom. He guarded the door as she'd put on a bra and panties, pulled on sweatpants and a sweatshirt, tugged on her socks and boots.
After packing a bag with all the clothes her father wouldn't let her wear, she'd grabbed a few of her personal items and the money she'd hidden from her father.
They quietly stepped out into the hallway. She slipped her hand in Gabe's and his fingers intertwined with hers. He pulled her close to him, breathing into her hair, "I won't let him hurt you again, I promise."
They slowly made their way down the stairs, across the room and out the door before their father awoke. They ran across the field, toward the old path that led to the camping area her father had forbid them to go to when their mother died.
Making their way through the woods, it was dark and she was afraid. Gabe had wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close.
When they arrived, the old camper looked worn and beat up on the outside, but once they'd gotten inside and barred the door, it was heaven for them. He'd carried her to the back, laying her on the old bed. He climbed up beside her, the light from the moon reflecting across her face.
He pulled her against him, kissing her forehead. She rested against him, feeling his warmth and the heat between them. She could feel his throbbing cock against her stomach. She was shocked that he was hard, but not in an angry way.
She looked up at his face in the pale moonlight, he was so handsome. He was her protector, her bodyguard, she wanted him as her lover too.
She leaned up, pressing her lips to his. The warmth of him, the closeness. It got the best of both of them. She felt the electric force between them, connecting them.
Her lips parted, his tongue caressed hers. They lay like that for awhile, kissing, holding each other.