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Zachary Coinn had not come to a new country at 18 to escape religious persecution like the others. In fact he didn't much like the others. A serious bunch, always looking for an excuse to set somebody on fire. He'd come to the new world two years ago because he was the type of person who did that sort of thing out of a sense of 'adventure'. He'd been rather disappointed by the plainness of the town he came to know as home. He found his place though, he was an alright worker, since he was strong and young, even if he was less than enthusiastic about it.

It was an average afternoon when he'd had to go into town for some supplies. His last stop was the home of a kind [and, he observed to himself, attractive] widow he'd met a few times. He'd hoped she'd give hi a good few minutes of company and conversation in an otherwise dull puritan day. He knocked on her door. Then he knocked again. No answer "Good day?" he half asked, half greeted when he saw her through the crack of her door that had already been left ajar. He opened it slightly more to get a better look at what she was doing, not sure if she'd heard him or not. He was surprised to say the least...
 
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Sierra Hughes had been a widow for two years, and did not re-marry. She neither planned to, nor would a re-marriage been socially accepted in her village. In the patriarchal environment, Sierra was to hold vigil for her late husband till her death. She loved him dear, and did not mind one bit, even as her own mother cried and cursed the heavens for taking away her daughter's happiness.

But Sierra still had physical needs. She first began touching herself a full year after her husband's death, and then began to explore more and more of her own sexuality as time passed. She was lonely, and there was to be no solution to her physical solitude.

Sierra first used her fingers, but she moved on to experiment with other, long and phallic objects.

This day, she had her back to the door as she pressed the tip of her carrot against the entrance of her vagina. She had not experienced a release for over a week now, and she was desperate.
 
It couldn't be what it looks like though, such acts were unspeakable in the good christian village. "Hello?" he asked the the shadowy figure in the poorly lit cotttage. He opened to door slowly, knocking on it one last time before stepping inside. She must have been distracted by something, he said as he walked toward her. She still didn't notice him but it was now that what he thought he saw from outside the door was confirmed. He knew how wrong it was but stood watching for almost a minute. "Ms. Hughes?" he asked a little louder. She'd finally seemed to have heard him, and turned around quickly. The kindly widow was standing their naked, holding a carrot, and looking extremely freightened. He looked embaressed himself about what he stumbled on.

His mind was now in conflict. The part of him that had been growing into this sort of community knew he should run now and report what he'd seen to a preacher or judge, since the unholy activty was probably brought about by some demon inside the poor woman. Of course the rest of him thought that was rubish. A logical part of him whispered that he could use this to his advantage somehow, but he also knew the most merciful thing he could do was to leave and speak nothing.

"Wh-What are you- were you... doing?" he asked nerviously, knowing very well what she was doing, but thinking that it was the only thing that could be said at that point
 
Sierra froze as Zachary stood in the doorway. Her cheeks flushed with deep embarrassment. And fear.

Standing up and bring her left hand to cover her private area and her right across her breasts, Sierra said in a haste, "it is not what it looks like Zachary," before retreating to the adjoining bathroom, quickly walking past Zachary in the process.

She slammed the door behind her and found her heart beat racing. She knew she should not have taken the chance, and normally only pleasured herself in the privacy of her room, and of darkness. But today she could not help herself, she longed for touch in a way that was bordering on obsession.

A thousand other thoughts ran through Sierra's mind as she quickly dressed herself. Pulling on her tight corset with a low, broad neckline, fully accentuating her full chest. She sighed, wondering if that was one of the reasons why she constantly felt the need to be physically satisfied. It was then that it suddenly hit her. She had to catch Zachary before he leaves!

Immediately flinging open the door, she calls out for Zachary, relieved to find that he was still standing at the doorway.
 
Zachary shivered. His feet felt as though they were stuck to the spot. Her body was absolutely stounding, and the image of her pleasuring herself was burned into his mind. This was just one of the reasons he couldn't move, another was that he couldn't decide among the three previously mentioned options of to run and tell, to use her secret, or to pretend he saw nothing. He was lost in thought, and didn't even notice his own erection, tenting his pants.

He opened his mouth to speak when she came out of the room now dressed calling his name but he didn't know what to say. He was so filled with want and desire, and with confusuion. There wasn't many young girls in the village, so it wasn't all that strange that he wasn't yet married at 20- this of course ,eant he wasn't... farmilliar with women yet, and he didn't even have much experience with sexual touch. These feelings didn't come to him often lately, especially in this setting, but he wanted her badly.

He looked down. "Y-Yes, Ms. Hughes?" he asked, very quietly.
 
Sierra had rushed out without a plan. The thought of Zachary reporting her was the only thing she had on her mind, and now that she found him still standing in the doorway, she was speechless as well. She had to think fast!

She quickly assessed Zachary's stance. It seemed like he was genuinely shocked at his discovery, and he did not give her any creeps. Zachary, apart from being a little meek and shy for his age, was generally a good young man. That still meant that the most likely thing he would do was to report her to the church.

It wasn't that Sierra wasn't god-loving and god-fearing; in fact every night as she hid beneath the shadows of darkness, pleasuring herself, she asked herself if she was indeed giving into the temptation of the devil. And yet the bodily needs overwhelmed any resolve the mind had most of the time. Or even if she did manage to stop initially, she always relapsed, inducing even more intense orgasms to make up for the lack of during the abstention.

Sierra had to think of a way to stop Zachary. Maybe convince him that what she was doing was not wrong.

But how? If she approached him the wrong way, he might get frightened off.

"Zachary? Are you ok?" Sierra began.
 
He starred at the woman standing there in front of him. All of his options seemed foolish, he didn't know what he culd do. She looked to have a similar expression, except that she was more afraid then anything else. He couldn't see himself reporting her- he would hate himself if he brought about the death of the beautiful woman, but he'd never be able to forget what he saw...

When she spoke he had a sudden impulse. He wanted nothing more then to wrap his arms around her waist, to pull her close and to kiss her. But he knew this would be silly and sinful but it didn't stop the urdge.

"Tell me, what were you doing." He tried to sound acusatory, but his voice didn't carry enough authority, and he was hardly able to keep himself from stumbling over his words in shock again. "If I saw correctlySeirra, you were standing in the middle of your home naked, using a...carrot for... ahem.. carnal purposes?" he ased, although he knew more then just what he saw, he could nearly smell the lust in the air, and definatly heard, he heard the little souns escape her lips as she pleasured herself, and very faintly he heard the sounds of the object entering her again and again. It was vivid as it replayed in his mind. Yes, he knew what had been happening, and was, at least, able to convey this in his expression.
 
Sierra's heart fell and she feared for the worst. Yet as she kept silent, initially speechless, the growing silence gave her hope. She suspected that perhaps Zachary had not meant to come across as accusing her of her sin. His voice lacked conviction. It was almost shaky. Was it fear? Did he really think that she held some form of dark powers that could run contrary to his love for God?

Perhaps she could intimidate him with her perceived power. Pretend that she could cast a spell on him if he did report her, and that she would ensure that he would know only suffering if he crossed her. Yet, it was not in Sierra's nature. Not to mention that she was still very much a religious person; it was beyond even her to go that far just to earn his silence.

Perhaps she could tempt him with the promise of darker pleasures? Yes, Sierra could seduce him! It would be relatively easy, given how he always seemed so uneasy around women, yet so susceptible to the slightest form of flirtation. He always seemed at a loss around the more attractive ones.

Or could she count on him to just forget about the entire matter?

"Zachary, it was not how it looked like at all," Sierra made a last-ditch effort.
 
He watched her very carefully, noting her every move, as though it would help him make his decision. In a way it did. The more he saw her looking worried and frightened the less he believed there was any real evil going on. It wasn't really like him to believe that sort of thing anywy. He was becoming a little less incled to report her now, but this still did not leave him with any clear solution.

The more he looke at her the more he noticed her features as well. Her pretty eyes, her cute face, her chest. Things he'd tried to avoid thinking about were rushing into his mind. He was helpless to stop himself from imagining what it would be like to lie with her.

she tried to make her last excuse and he looked down and shook his head in mild dissapproval. She could at least not lie to him about something he so clearly saw. "Then can you tell me what was happening?" he asked, fairly certain that she wouldn't be able to come up with any good excuse. quickly. He was hardly even trying to sound tough now, as his first attempt had clearly not worked well.

Suddenly he found himself giving up a great deal of the power he could have had over her quiet voluntarily. "I don't want to report you, m'am. They'd send you away at the very least... And I don't even like to think of the worst they can do." he said, sounding very ernest as he took a seat at her table. "I think we should talk about this..."
 
"I think we should talk about this..."
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Sierra observed his entire demeanour, before it finally dawned upon her. And gave her an option that she had not quite considered before.

She could count on Zachary to help her relieve some of that pent-up sexual frustration and need. It was only a matter of how. And she was not going to try to seduce a young man who may not even possess that sort of temptation to begin with.

At least, not for now.

Sierra walked away from the table, and sat down at the edge of the bed instead. It was merely the beginning of her plan.

"Zachary, I said things are not what they seem to be," Sierra stared at the floor as she said this, her voice almost breaking from emotion that she was willing herself to show.

"I need your help Zachary. Will you help me?" Sierra now looked straight at him, her eyes welling up with tears.
 
He watched her walk over to the bed and stood up, walking towards her, about to inist that he knew what he saw, but that was when he heard the emotion in her voice. Her question sounded as though she was really pleading with him. Then he saw her tears. He couldn't stand watching a woman cry... He knew how soft and feeble those judges and shurch officials would think him if they were here. They'd already be collecting firewood, if they were here. He wasn't really like them though.

He kept on walking towards her but his expression changed to one of sympathy. "Please, Sierra, don't..." he sat next to her and pt his hand lightly on top of hers. "I'll help you however I can." he said, feeling as though somehow he'd just sealed his fate.

He took her hand and both of his, the feeling of his skin against hers was wonderful, and this sort of worried him. He smiled at her "No need to worry. I'll do everything I can to help you." he said, not even sure what he was saying, but feeling the need to comfort her somehow.
 
"No need to worry. I'll do everything I can to help you."
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Sierra knew she was this close to getting herself out of a fix. But how far would she go? Zachary was merely a pawn under her control now, but the mistress must know her own limits first.

For now, Sierra knew that she must implicate Zachary in the act. His only defence after that would be that she had him under her spell. She could just as easily turn it around on him. Yet, her case would be weak. Apart from witches, this town did not take kindly to adulteresses as well.

Then, he must do so on his own accord, and at his own suggestion.

Sierra asked the next question, "how can you help me Zachary?"
 
He blinked. He'd assumed she'd have a plan of some sort, and it was already implied that he wasn't going to tell a soul what he had seen. He really wasn't sure how she wanted his help. He opened his mouth, about to ask if maybe e could.... pray for her? He knew that wasn't what she had in mind though, so his mouth closed just as quickly and he looke to his knees and thought about this.

He first asked himself why she was... doing what it was she was doing. That was surprisingly easy to figure out. She'd been a widow for a couple years, and she probably was lonely- In certain ways, at least. Could she really be blamed for that?

He knew now, in the back of her head what she means, what it is she wants him to say, but it take a minute for him to allow himself to believe such a thing.

"I suppose I'd be able to... Keep you company. I understand if ou need a man around the house." he said nerviously, trying to skip actually saying it. He made the meaning pretty clear though.
 
"Why would I need a man around the house for? To do the chores?" Sierra pressed harder.

A person must either be with the court or be counted against it; there is no road between.

Sierra knew she had to draw him in. With their hands still holding on to one another, Sierra slowly pulled his hands in towards her. But nothing further than that. He needed to make the first move.
 
It didn't take him very long at all after she spoke and moved their hands towards her that he realzed he'd have to do better. She was so pretty, too.... It wouldn't be hard. It was just that he knew exactly how much trouble he could be getting into.

He sighed and shook his head "No, That's... not exactly what I meant." he said, slowly nudging closer to her. He had a weak little smile on his fcae as he leaned in and kissed her lips so gently.

It was only a couple of seconds but it felt so much longer then that. The feeling of their lips pressed together was so wonderful, he never wanted it to end. It ad to though, as he looked at Seirra apprasingly, trying to figure out if maybe he'd read her signals wrong and was just acting foolish. This did not appear to be the case though, thankfully.
 
Sierra allowed the moment to linger, the taste of his lips still fresh on hers. She knew he had fallen for her. Things were going to be just fine, if she played her cards right.

Was she going to take initiative and control now? No it would be much too aggressive, and she might just scare him off, in spite of his obvious desire for her.

Was she going to act coy and let him probe further? Perhaps, but it was an act too difficult to keep up.

Perhaps some part of Sierra wanted Zachary as well. It was not such a bad idea to have a real man around in the household.

Sierra leaned forward slowly, just enough to draw Zachary back towards her. As he did, she took in a deep breath and laid back on the bed as his lips sought hers once more.
 
He had no idea what it was he was doing, and part of him kept teeling him how wrong it was but he wanted her now, with all his heart he needed this buaetiful woman.

She laid back on the bed and soon he was nearly on op of her. He wondered if it was too late to turn back, but he knew that honestly he didn't want too. He kept kissing those soft wonderful lips. Again and again he'd kiss her.

The kisses were becoming longer, deeper, more passionate. Now as they lay together his tongue ventured into her mouth, around her tonue, for no reason other then it was what felt natural.

How could it be that it all felt so natural? So... right?
 
This time, they kissed more deeply, their tongues intertwining as they shared fluids between them, finding a connection. She knew he wanted her, but just how much? How far would he be willing to go?

She broke the kiss this time, and placed her palm on his chest, pulling her shoulders in to seem more vulnerable, though it meant squeezing her full breasts together as well. She looked up into his eyes, and asked him if this was right. She knew by now it would be nothing more than a rhetorical question, but it was important.

She wanted hear him say it to feel reassured. And possibly, to use this against him if the need ever arises.
 
He felt almost disappointed when their kiss was broken. It was then, when he was looking at her, seeing that vulnerable look she was putting forth, when his worries slowly started to wash away. He was caring much less about what was happening, and what the consequences might be. He didn't want her, he knew this now, he really truley needed her.

Her question seemed an odd one to ask given the circumstances but he whispered "I couldn't be better." into her ear, as he pressed his body against her.

"This is what you meant? This is what you need from me?" he asked, a small, almost mischievous smile on his face. "Becuase I'll be more then willing to provide for you." he said softly, the faintest hint of lust in his voice.
 
"Show me Zachary, show me what you are willing to provide me," Sierra probed further. She could barely keep herself from ripping his clothes off, and to embark on wild sex with this young, doe-eyed man. He was no hunk, but with a lean body showing little evidence of fat, it was clear that he kept himself well.

And she had waited long enough to feel something warm, and real inside her.
 
From the way she was looking at him he had a feeling he knew what is was her wanted him to do next. First, though, there was another long passionate kiss, where his tongue became even more adventurous, moving into her mouth, along and against her own tongue. Then he started to undress, he could tell she was holding herself back, so the nuaghty idea popped into his head to undress very slowly. Starting with his shirt, he teased her, and it was made all the worse because he was indeed a fit young man. He kept going like this until he sat on her bed, completely naked, actually blushing faintly, and already almost fully erect.
 
Sierra could no longer hold herself back. Almost.

She shifted towards the now naked Zachary, wanting so much to reach out for his hard cock, to place it against the opening of her pussy, to pull him inside of her.

But she didn't. She wanted Zachary to continue taking the initiative. She wanted to be satisfied physically, and yet she wanted to be absolved of all burden of adultery.

Cheating on her dead husband. Indeed.

"Oh Zachary," she moaned, as she laid back on the bed, parting her legs slightly, her fingers tracing the strings that held her corset tight around her waist.
 
Zachary wanted her badly. So badly. He needed her at this point. There was no turning back now.

First thing was first, he had to undress her. He may be younger, and a bit niave honestly, but he could understand why Sierra wasn't doing what she obviously wanted too. He didn't mind though. Heimagined he understood how she must feel. He would do it all himself. He reached for the strings she'd so helpfully pointed out and undid them, slowly, like he'd done with his own clothes.

That moan she'd given him had been music to his ears, and he thought about just how much more he'd hear as he practically climbed on top of her as he continued undressing her. He kissed her softly. "I'm not used to.. I haven't really done..." he said, seeming to become a little bashful again as he tried to explain something to her. It wasn't his fualt he lived in a Puritan town with few suitable brides... "I haven't known a women this way before." he said as he looked her up and down.
 
Sierra reached around his head, her fingers running through his hair. She felt his fingers continue to work slowly, but with great purpose, and finally pulled the fabric away, leaving her entirely naked, vulnerable.

And then she pulled him in, planting a wet kiss on his lips fully, letting her fluids mix with his as her tongue probed, finding his. They intertwine momentarily, and then slip around one over the other, again and again, as Zachary invaded her mouth this time.

She broke the kiss, gasping quickly for air, as she moaned in his ear, "then let me show you how to be a man."

Sierra raised one leg, bringing her knee up to his hip, feeling his cock against her opening. And she dragged him inside, both of them feeling the resistance initially. And then he pushed through, punctuated by a scream of sheer joy.
 
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