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Anna's Song
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Anna's Song
Morning on a ranch comes slowly. The animals are fed, stalls are
cleaned, stock let out to pasture and then on our ranch
breakfast is served. By this time it's almost seven and I'm
starved. The babies have been fed and it's time to feed the
hands. In our case the "hands" are Samantha's advanced students,
living in the dojo and the dorm. They need to be rousted out to
class at the local college or to Samantha's classes or to
practice or to guard the ranch. We also have night guards, since
we had "troubles" just to be sure we are never caught sleeping.
We really have two things going at one time, the ranch and the
school. Anna was cooking for us. She carried the babies with
her at her breast as she worked. She had built a sling or hamock
to support them, so they could feed as they wished. It was far
from scheduled but it worked. Her hands were free and the babies
were happy. She had to stop to change them of course, but
otherwise was free to cook and for our gang it was a full time
job for two people.
It was hot in the kitchen that morning. It was the first really
warm day of the season. Anna was dressed in panties and shorts
and her slings as she hummed makng bread. I watched fascinated,
She was so lovely and so earthy, a wisp of flour across her
shorts and some more decorating her hair. I had to have her. So
I waited till she put the bread up to rise and went to the table
to check the babies before I came up behind her and kissed her,
dropping her shorts and panties around her ankles. She had to
step out of them or get tripped up and I lifted the babies to
her breast as I entered her from behind. She gasped at the bites
on her nipples, then as she felt me began to hum and rise up on
her toes, holding the babies with one hand and supporting
herself with the other. I filled her and she grunted and then
moaned as the babies bit her softly. I bent her and thrust again
and the babies protested more. Her head dropped back on my
shoulder and she muttered and swore quietly under her breath,
then hummed again as the next thrust took her to her toes again.
All was in slow motion. The trust was long and deep. The arch of
her back was slow and full. She bent forward as I released her
but her charges bit to raise her breasts so they could breathe
and that arched her again deeply onto me.
She had never been more sexy. I lifted the babies under her and
she arched deeper impaling herself to the cervix. The movements
were so slow, so gentle, that she was riding me an hour later as
I came softly. She had climaxed twice from the combination of
agitation between her legs and at her breasts. The only way I
knew she had come was because she stopped breathing for several
strokes and then started again. The babies were soaked. They had
both been bathed in milk .Anna needed a bath. The heat of the
kitchen and the heat of her passion had covered her with a gleam
of perspiration. We ran a bath for the babies and I took the
boy.
She was having them baptized the following Sunday and had talked
CC into bringing Sam to be baptized too. I asked her to name
the child. and she laughed. "His name will be Robert Leopold
Zambisi. " Ahh, I swelled with pride she is naming him Robert
the Leopard." "And the girl, I asked. "She will be Samantha
Bowie Zambesi" Samantha would be pleased, but how had she found
out my middle name? She laughed quietly as if she read my
toughts, "You can beat me but I'll never tell you how I found
out your middle name." She was right , I never did find out ,
but I had a great time trying to find out. She put the babies
down for their naps and grabbed her shorts and panties and went
for a shower. I punched the bread down and covered it and was
about to leave the kitchen to jump in the pond when I heard her
scream in terror.
I grabbed the kitchen 12 gauge and headed for the front of the
house. Someone I had never seen before was holding a struggling,
wet Anna in one hand and a nasty looking gun in the other. An
older man was trying to calm her but without success. She was
terrified. I skidded into the room with the automatic shootgun
leveled. " Hands Out! Put that thing down carefully and let her
go!" The older man nodded and Anna flew to me "Don't let him
take my babies!" I quieted her but kept the gun trained. "Who
are you and what do you want here? I heard Lara outside the door
and Eric and Alex flew in the door behind our uninvited guests.
"Anymore of them out there ", I asked Eric. "No he responded the
two outside are neutalized. Lara has them. " "Get back outside
and tell her not to hurt them any more than they already are.
Where are Zeus and Herra ?" I asked. "Eric laughed, "In the car,
standing over the driver." My uninvited guest turned grey. They
were completely cut off from retreat. I heard a small quavering
voice say "I am Anthony Zambisi and I have come for my grand
children and great grand children. " The man had sand, that I'll
give him.
"Eric go find Samantha, Katelyn, Alisha, and Howard and bring
them here please. Samantha has been teaching your grand-children
since they came here after your son's unfortunate death. I
turned to Anna, "Go get dried and dressed, nothing will happpen
without your permission." Tony Zambisi said, "She has no part in
this, she is their step-mother not their blood mother." I
responded, "She has everything to say in this, she has cared for
them and kjept them alive for the last year." Just then Katelyn
and Samantha arrived. "Katelyn who is your true mother?" She
answered without hesitation, "Anna Zambisi." Alisha and Howard
answered the same as they came through the door. Anna had
returned as the last to responded to my question. She beamed she
was so happy to hear what the kids said. "Anna, is this man
representing himself correctly? " "Yes", she responded. "Would
it be possible for him to visit his grand-children , here?"
"Yes", she responded softly. "Eric please take that Mac 9 down
to our armory, together with any other weapons you find in Mr
Zambisi's escourt." Eric searched completely and turned up a
Glock 9mm pistol which he took out to the armoury. I lowered the
shotgun. "I cannot permit you to come to the ranch armed, it is
extremely dangerous. We have some defences that kill first and
remove the guns later. I am pretty sure therse weapons are
unlicensed so I am confiscating them permenently. Do you know
your grandchildren." "No, I saw very little of them when Frank,
my son was alive." "Then you would not know how much more
confident they have become under Samantha's Training and how
much better their grades were this year than they ever have been
before. I don't remember seeing you at Katelyn's Graduation."
"No," he responded, "I couldn't go." "Katelyn, show your
grandfather your graduation pictures." I thought Katelyn was
going to kill me. All the pictures showed how pregnant she was.
But she dutifuly obeyed, as if I was her Father. Tony gasped
when he saw the pictures. He brought Katelyn to him and looked
closely, but other than her swollen breasts, there was no sign
of her pregnancy. She was back in the skin tight Jeans again. "I
am starting at the College in a few weeks, Grandfather Tony and
I really want to go there. Bob has arranged to pay for all of us
and we work on the ranch. We would have been on the street if he
hadn't helped us. Look at spindly Howard, and Alicia, they've
bloomed here. If you can visit us, why should you want to take
us from the first place we have really been able to call home?"
Alicia spoke up, "Grandfather, we are a family, in a family,
which loves us. We want to stay here." Howard agreed. Finally,
Anthony Zambisi, yielded to their arguments, at least for the
time being. He sent his goon away and I gave Anna the shotgun to
replace in the kitchen. Tony's man came flying back through the
door. "There's...Boss, There's...a...a...a...LION OUT THERE. "
Tony Zambisi turned white and looked at me questioningly. I
shook my head "Yes" and told Alex to take Lara away from the
house. Their fear was palpable. "Lara hates guns. Don't come
armed here again." I said quietly. And I turned and left the
room. Out the kitchen door and around to the limo were Hera
still stood over the cheuffeur, gazing at his neck hungrily.
"Zeus, Hera - come" and they backed away but not before Zeus
lifted his leg on the cheuffeur to show his disdain. Tony stayed
about an hour and a half , then gave Anna a check to help out
with the kids and left quietly.
Anna came out the back door waving the check like the enamy's
battleflag singing and lauging. I was not sure that would be the
end of the confrontation. It wasn't. Tony visited a few more
times and sent Anna a check for the kids every month. I waited
for the other shoe to drop.
From: [email protected] (sextoy)
Reply-To: [email protected]
Subject: Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part VI)
Date: Thu, 18 May 1995 17:38:57 UTC
Fortunately we were on a desolate beach, because I was still naked and Marie was
only wearing her bikini top when we ran out of the cottage. I felt so emotional
that I just wanted to dive under the water and never come back up. Amidst all
the excitement of luring Bob down here and catching the Spring Break vibes on
the trip down, I forgot just how angry and hurt I was.
I fell to my knees in the surf and put my head in my hands and cried. Marie
knelt beside me. "It's okay Heather... just let it all out." I put my arms
around her. She rocked me gently. "The hardest part is over now. Bob knows
why he's here now and he knows he's going to be punished."
Kneeling in the surf, in Marie's arms, I slowly went from feeling confused and
angry to feeling aroused. I looked up into Marie's face and she brushed away
my tears. I squeezed her and kissed her and we fell rolling into the surf.
Marie wrestled herself free and I chased her up and down the beach and into the
water. We played for a while until we were both laughing and sweaty and horny
as hell again. As the sun began to set, Marie told me to lie back on the sand.
I watched the horizon turn deep red as Marie kissed and licked my vagina and I
drifted from orgasm to sweet orgasm.
When Marie was done with me, she crawled up and we fell asleep in each other's
arms, exhausted. It couldn't have been much more than an hour before I awoke.
It took me a second to recall where I was and when I did, I panicked just a
little. I shook Marie's shoulder to wake her up. "Marie, let's check on Bob.
If he escapes..."
"Don't worry", said Marie, rubbing her eyes. "We've got him tied up pretty
securely. But, you're right. Let's go check in on him anyway!"
We walked into the dark cabin. "Yoo-hoo!", I called in a sing-song voice.
"Anybody home?" No answer.
Marie flicked on the light. Bob was lying there, looking up at the ceiling.
His dick was also pointing straight up. "Gee, Bob", I giggled, "has you're cock
been hard all this time?"
He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "Can I have some water, please?" I
looked to Marie, who shrugged. Without answering, I went to the sink, poured
a glass of water, and put it on the table next to the bed.
"There you go baby."
"I can't drink it if you keep me tied up."
"Gee, Bob, you've got a point there. I guess I'll just have to drink it for
you." He watched as I drank down the entire glass. "Ahhh... good cold water!"
Bob stared at me. "What, exactly, are you going to do to me?"
"Exactly? Hmmm, I don't know yet. Let's see." I slid back on top of Bob -
figuring it was a good place to start - holding my body a hair away from his,
so that he could feel my warmth. I looked into his eyes, practically touching
noses with him. "Now that you're completely at my mercy, I have so many
options."
"And so much time", said Marie, moving up the left side of the bed, letting her
fingernails trail their way up the inside of Bob's leg. When her fingers got
close to his balls, he started to breath heavily again. When she began to
gently caress his swollen sack, he let out a small whimper.
"You sound pathetic", I whispered as I began to tug at his right earlobe with my
teeth. Bob's body once more grew tense as a board as Marie and I softly turned
up the heat on him. I spent a little more time licking and nibbling on his ear
while my sexy assistant began to suck his toes... one at a time. I worked my
mouth down to his neck, which I lightly pecked and prodded with my soft lips.
The moment Bob began to moan, I started caressing his muscular chest in delicate
circular motions. Marie switched to the second foot at about the same time.
"Please... at least touch my dick!"
We ignored Bob's plea as I gave his Adam's apple a "blow job" of sorts...
enveloping it in my mouth and sucking on it while I ran my fingers through his
hair and continued to caress his chest. Marie was now licking her way up our
victim's right leg and I started to kiss my way down his torso.
"Okay! OKAY!!! MERCY!!! Please stop! I can't take it!"
I kissed my way up to his left ear this time for some more nibbling. I
whispered, "Suffer." I liked the way he flinched, so I whispered it again -
this time savoring the sound: "Sufferrrr. I told you baby, this is only the
beginning. How's it feel so far?"
"Please... this can't be happening to me", he said, his voice cracking.
I looked up and saw that tears were welling up in his eyes. "Oh, you're crying.
That's nice", I said. I waited for the first tear to fall and I captured it
with my tongue. "Mmmm. Marie, you should taste this. The sweet taste of
revenge!"
"I think I've got some right here", Marie replied. I looked down and she was
licking a droplet of pre-cum off the head of Bob's cock. The moment her tongue
touched his purple head, he began to sob. Marie and I laughed gleefully.
"Wallow in it", I said, victoriously. "Wallow in your defeat!"
Marie held Bob's dick lightly between her thumb and forefinger and began to
gently rub it up and down. With her other hand, she poked two fingers between
Bob's engorged testicles and began to pinch and squeeze. Bob was begging, "No!
No! No!", and I was sucking hard and pinching at his nipples. After he let
out a good long moan, Marie stood up and said, "Heather, I want to watch you
rub your pussy over every inch of Bobby's body. I want to see him squirm."
So I did. I started at one bound wrist and slid my wet slit down his arm. I
was on the verge of cumming again, feeling more erotic than I had ever felt
before. Every sexual sensation took hold of my entire body. I felt like I was
under water that was boiling... electrified. My sole focus was on Bob's slow
humiliation and torment, and having him totally helpless like this was more of
an aphrodisiac than any experience I had ever had on stage in my little strip
bar.
When I reached his neck, I pulled away so that I wouldn't cum. Then I slid all
the way up his other arm. I laughed as I watched his hand straining against the
ropes to touch my vagina, "Can't touch this, baby!" I slid back down to his
neck and this time I couldn't control myself. I crammed my cunt hard against
Bob's neck - sliding up and down his chin - and I exploded in orgasm! It felt
so good!
I let my juices flow as I slid my cunt up and down Bob's heaving chest and then
down to his sexy abs. I watched him cry like a baby now. I was fascinated by
the absolute control I had over him. Marie was right... the more desperate my
victim became, the crueler I began to feel. I wanted to play him like a musical
instrument... controlling the pitch and volume of his sobs and screams.
I decided to take a risk; one that could backfire, but would be exquisite if it
was successful. I looked over to Marie who was masturbating as she watched us.
Her sexy moans were intermingling with Bob's miserable groans. I then looked
down at Bob, who was staring at me with insane desperation.
"Hi there baby! I bet I know what you want more than life itself right now. I
bet that you would just love to feel my hot pussy envelop your aching cock.
Would you like that, Bob?"
He nodded his head as another tear trickled down his cheek.
"You'd like for me to squeeze my sweet tight box around your penis and ride
you until you explode inside of me. All of your frustrations and all of your
desires, satisfied in a paradise beyond your wildest dreams. You'd love that,
wouldn't you?"
"I would die for that, Heather. Can't you see that I'd die for that right
now?"
I smiled at Bob's response and slowly lifted my pussy over Bob's neglected
member. I puckered my lips and moaned "Oooooh", as I ever so gradually lowered
my love box down onto his penis. As I progressed past the tip, Bob closed his
eyes and let out a long breath - waiting for me to finally free him from his
torment and sweetly ride him all the way home. "Feel the warmth honey... feel
my hot, wet velvety pussy. Is this what you want, baby?"
"Oh yes! Yes!", Bob exclaimed as I eased myself down to the base of his cock.
I contracted my tight box once and Bob gasped as his entire body spasmed in the
grip of my vaginal fist. Then I said, "Open your eyes, Bob and look into mine."
As he did, I smiled broadly and pulled my pussy up extremely slowly, intimately
squeezing his shaft... pulsing the wet walls of my femininity on my way up. I
delighted in his expression as he gradually began to realize that paradise was
slipping away from him. I kissed him so sweetly on his mouth as his stiff, wet
cock fell out of my pussy and bobbed in the breeze.
I pulled away from the kiss, leaving a strand of spittle dangling between my
lower lip and his. When it broke, I let the uderside of my tits gently rub on
Bob's chest and I said, softly, "That's the only taste you're gonna get of me.
I can offer you pleasure like you've never imagined. Marie said that if I let
you feel just a hint of that pleasure, the pain I can inflict on you by holding
myself just out of your reach will equal the pain I could inflict by burning
your body with hot coals."
Bob's mouth was hanging open. He couldn't seem to either inhale or exhale. I
had him paralized. Marie started to moan loudly as she came. The sound made
me hot, and I started to let out little moans - "Uh... ooh... oh, yeah" - and I
rubbed and bounced my titties against Bob's chest while I held my mouth just out
of reach of his. I was doing a full split on his belly... my sexy legs spread
wide, humping him gently.
Still paralyzed, Bob looked at me with a combination of disbelief and agony,
while Marie breathlessly sang the En Vogue lyrics, "No, you're never gonna get
it. Never ever gonna get it. Sweet lovin'..."
Bob started rasping, "N-no... n-n-no... Stop!!! You can't do this to me!!!"
His face was red as a beet and he was sweating profusely. His body was visibly
shaking and his back was maximally arched as he tried to launch his dick like a
missile into my feminine nest. I gently ran my fingers over his trembling body
and smiled a victorious little smile.
"Ooh-la-la!" said Marie as she sexily slinked her way over to the bed. "Look at
him burn." She caressed Bob's face and looked down at him with her beautiful
smile. "I love it! You gonna cry for your fiancee now, Bob? No one will be able
to hear you. We gotcha, babe... it's just you and me and sweet Heather here and
there's nothing you can do. You're helpless. You are at our mercy. And sweet
Heather is going to break you gently... slowly... mercilessly. This beautiful
goddess here who you have fantasized about to the point of nearly raping her
and killing one of her friends... she is going to be your conqueror... your
dominatrix... your worst nightmare. She is going to torture you until you beg
for her to stop... scream for her to stop. But when she does stop, you will
plead with her to not leave you alone. And thus, the torture will never end,
Bob."
I must admit, Marie has a way with words. Panicked, Bob started to pull
ferociously at his straps, as Marie let out a wicked and sexy laugh. I kissed
his chest as his pecs flexed from his efforts to break free. When Bob slowed
down from a combination of exhaustion and pain in his wrists and ankles, Marie
taunted, "Oh, don't stop Bob. I'm enjoying this!"
He just glared at her. "You cruel bitch." Then he snapped his head toward me,
"Both of you. You're sick!"
"Ooh, that hurts Bob", I softly said. "You really know how to get a girl, don't
you? I'll just have to increase your torture for that comment." I got up off
of Bob and walked over to my backpack. I pulled out my feather duster and
walked back over to the bed, where I started to "dust" Bob's balls and the
underside of his cock. He began to squirm and pull at his restraints while
Marie ran her tongue along the tan line around his waist. She looked up at me
and smiled. "They say the white meat is the best", she said, and then resumed
cutting into Bob's sensitive skin, using her tongue as an erotic scalpel.
I continued to tickle Bob's swollen genitals while Marie planted wet kisses
on his writhing hips and on his buttocks whenever it lifted off the mattress.
"No-o-o-o-o!!! Ple-e-e-e-e-e-ase!!! Oh please, baby please... PLEASE HAVE
MERCY ON ME!!! Listen... I'm so sorry I did the things that I did. I'll do
anything to make it up to you... just, please... listen... you got me good, all
right? You got me so good! I'm so-o-o-o sorry!!!"
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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