the viking outlaw(closed for chronicle tenko and myself)

cockslave

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Kelly Dixon
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quite busty too 38dd with slender waist and hips
hair waist length jet black hair


I wandered around the Viking museum at Coppergate in Northumbria. I had always been fascinated by this sort of era. The violence, the images of tall muscly guys with chiseled features and long blonde hair, wearing soft suede and leather. Reminiscent of the hercules/xena/conan style so common in the movies and television.I followed the tour guide around listening to his talk about the Vikings and the way they used to live. I stopped by a mock set up of a tall warior holding a woman, suppose to be a saxon lady by her hair while he rapes her. The look on the models faces , the intensity of the setting. I suddenly feel faint.....last thing I remember was falling and hitting my head. I came to in a completely different place.I could here people groaning, the sound of metal against metal. Where on earth was I?

I was in the middle of a battle re-enactment or at least I thought I was until I turned and saw a tall blonde figure bearing down on me on his wild looking steed , sword swinging through the air. Next thing I know the man who had been running along side me had been decapitated, showering me with blood. I dropped to my knees as I tripped over another body.Jeeeeeeeeeezzzz I was in those times. I had to be. They would be so realistic in an enactment. Here I was a modern day woman, The only blood I was used to was either from food or the fighting down the local on a friday night.

I knelt there and wept , through fear and shock at the bodies and parts of bodies strewn around me. What would happen to me? I sudenly felt a pair of strong arms lift me from the bloody ground and thrw me face down across a horse.
 
Baldur

Baldur
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Baldur had been a viking in command of his own boat for a long time. Since his 14th summer. He had recieved it in weregild from his father. and he honored the memory of him daily.

His blade had proven nigh unstoppable in raid after raid. He was known as the blond giant to the saxons he terrorised. They had kiled his father, and given him a boat to replace the man he had lost. Now they would all pay.
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Baldur Rode down hard on the man he was chasing. He would not outrun Vors.This horse was a suitable challenge to Odin's Sleipnir. He cleaved his arm forward Taking the mans head off as a woman came into his view. Where had she come from. No matter she was a prive. Her manner of garb and dress was odd. She wor mens clothing. her hair and the supple body clearly made her a woman. Her breasts bobbing as she ran. But she wore mens clothes. And of a strange material. He lifted her easily she weighed very little and slung her across his horse. It mattered not this was a saxon. And he had only spared her to make her his prize. Perhaps he would ask her about her clothes before he tore them off.

Perhaps.

He turned his horse the fighitng and raid done. The village burned and there was not much left to do but collect the spils. They were far out. And they would camp in the gutted remains of the village. The men were lustful by now anyway.
 
kelly

He turned his horse round and with a roar he set off at a canter round the edge of the open filed and haded for the village. No doubt to see what other things he might salvage. As we drew closer I could hear the women scream as i see the men having their way with these Saxon females. The scene in the museum seemed tame now compared to this. You could smell the flesh of the people who had been trapped in their homes being burned. The smell reminded me of burger king.and summer barbeques in the garden.

Only this was no garden of eden. This was more like Hell. When we arrived outside the tavern he grabbed my hair and pulled it, pulling me off his horse onto the hard unforgiving ground.

"What do you want from me you heathen? Murderer. Bloody butcher."
 
cockslave said:
"What do you want from me you heathen? Murderer. Bloody butcher."

He looked at her and spoke english with a thick accent. It was almost unplacable.

"What all men want from a woman. And Oleg is our butcher. If you are not quiet for this moment. Then maybe I will let him have you."

Baldur gripped her cheekbones in his hands the feeling of power like he could crush them. He pointed her face at Oleg. A fat man. With rotund belly and a borken nose. making him look like a pig. He was dirty and already rutting on the ground. Raping a girl who could not have been more than 18. She screamed as he entered her. Over and over again. Not caring as she clawed the ground trying to get away.

Baldur tossed her to the ground. and she got to look at her captor for the first time. it was a sight. In the midst of the battle field was this man. He was massive at 6'5. His shoulders brawny and muscled. his arms and chest firm and muscled. Like a bodybuilder who spent hours in the gym. His Abs marvelously toned from rowing with his crew. Hours a day. Swinging a thirty pound 5 foot sword made his arms bulge. His thighs supporting the bulk. Running and riding. In the leather flaps just covering him. The Straps of armor and fur over his chest and his boots. he looked like a picture of the Norse God. Baldur. The beautiful.

Except his snarl. He advanced on the strange woman. "I am a murderer. But this is revenge. they killed my father. My family. And gave me a boat. Now I'll kill them all, and if they catch me, I'll spit in thier face and give back the boat before I see the headsman. This is fair trade. And you you are my prize."
Now Up with you and give me a good reason why I should not give you to my crew to be ravished."
 
kelly

I remembered the story I was told when I had started the tour of Jorvik and the Coppergate site. The one about Loki and Baldur. How Baldur the son of Odin had his death prophesized. All the gods had ordered everything including the plants which grew in the ground not to kill him but Loki the son of a giantess found a way round it. Being the lord of mischief he realised that mistletoe doesn't grow in the ground but on another plant. He had a dart made and gave it to the blind Hoder to throw. It struck Baldur down dead. The gods begged Hel(mistress of the underworld to release Buldur, her condition was that every living creature wept for him. A single giantess refused. Legend had it that it was Loki in disguise.

Buldur had been a handsome and popular man. I guess this mans parents hoped he would turn out the same but that he would not meet with the same fate. He was threatening to give me to his men ..... that could explain the popularity bit I suppose and he was actually quite handsome. Not my usual type but if it came between serving this man with a few sexual and other favours or being passed around to be treated like these other poor wretched women i know what my choice would be.

"Now Up with you and give me a good reason why I should not give you to my crew to be ravished."were his exact words.

I wonder if he had had a woman come on to him before, initiating the sex. I thought I'd give it a try. I took his hand and led him around the corner of the barn that had been left standing (due to the shelter for their horses). Once there I began to remove my clothes, my blouse and trousers first so I was standing there in my bra and panties. A matching set ,luckily enough, in a gorgeous shade of pale blue. I could see the puzzled look on his face - I forgot he wouldn't have seen underwear like this before ....boy is he in for a shock then. I undid the bra freeing my tits the nipples betraying my feeling of lust by being hard as pebbles. Now for the grand finally...the panties. I slide them down from my hips , kicking them off before standing up my legs slightly spread and raised my arms to my hips. My pussy that had been so neatly waxed just the day before with just a tiny patch of black hair at the top of my slit. I watched his face for a reaction again.
 
He watched almost awestruck. This was a woman. And she was gorgeous. Far taller than most, she was barely a half hand shorter than he. Her hiar that long and smooth, marked her as a queen or some local nobility. He walked forward a step to her as she undressed. Then paused. More strange garments. In a blue. A casing for her large bosoms, and a strange undercovering. Not cloth. It looked soft.

"That..."

She undid her bra and her breasts popped out. Firm, Proud and round. they looked wonderful. Like any statue of the Goddess'. He gulped and looked her over again as she slipped her final garment off. Her woman's area almost devoid of hair. He had not seen that. Not since he was a child before his hairs first sprouted. He took a moment to look her up and down. Her nipples hard already, and her body firm. Then he gasped in shock.

"HEL."

He made a sign of benediction and spat on the ground. Marching over to her almost fearing to touch her. It all made snse. The strange Garb. Appearing from no-where. Her wanton ways. Her steely resolve. Her words. This was the queen of the underworld. Who had made the deal to spare his namesake's soul. Like him he must be cursed. To be tormented by this goddess. Loki's very daughter. He had heard that Hel could be beautiful and that she refused Baldur's freedom to keep him as her lover. He never thought it may be true, but here she was.

"Hel. Oh queen of the darkness. I know that my life must only put me as a rowman for your ship of nails. But why come to me now. Like this. Am I to be Baldur for you. Am I to be taken? Why are you here?"

Men were coming but he angrily screamed them off. This goddess was here for him. He was sure of that.
 
kelly

He thought I was HEL!!! This just got better. Viking history states the North was a place called Niflheim (or Mist Home), where there was endless cold and darkness. That was the home of those who died of old age or disease, ruled over by the goddess Hel. Hel was one of the children of Loki, and Hell comes from her name. The Vikings knew the Arctic Circle, in the far north, where the midwinter sun never rises above the horizon, and it is bitterly cold. The Vikings hated the cold, since the frost giants were always the most important enemies of the gods.

He thought I was that godess. The one who kept his namesake when that one giantess refuse to cry for Buldur's death. He now thinks I'm after him. I could use that to my advantage. Use it to keep myself alive and out of too much trouble.

"So you think I'm Hel. What could make you think I would want a puny runt like you? I like my men handsome and very strong. I bet you even think you are good at rutting with the women too. Hel only picks the best lovers from amongst her male captives - the rest she throws back to the demons and frost giants of the north. Why would I want you pray tell me?"
 
cockslave said:
"So you think I'm Hel. What could make you think I would want a puny runt like you? I like my men handsome and very strong. I bet you even think you are good at rutting with the women too. Hel only picks the best lovers from amongst her male captives - the rest she throws back to the demons and frost giants of the north. Why would I want you pray tell me?"

"Think you're Hel? Are you not. Is she not the most fearsome and one of the most beautiful of the goddess'. Are you not that. And look around you. Are the dead not plentiful Is the destruction not to the liking of your ways. I am the strongest man on my crew. Undefeated in combat. I am the white wind of the north. The destroyer of lands."

Baldur let his hair fall back. And his hands raise. His muslces stood out in stark relief against his body. He was almost ranting for this goddess.

"I am the feller of King Astrok. The winner of the tournament for King Beornhelm. Beowulf himself would cower in my prescense. And rutting. It would be like the goddess of the damned to bring up how long it has been since I took a woman. How pleasing her form would be."

Baldur walked forward to take a breast in his hand. He squuezed it his massive palm. Able to cover even her huge breast in his hand.

"Only you could know that. Only you could decide how great a lover I am. where and when and how. Give me a chance and I will ravage your body till the suns set again."

Baldur reached forward and kissed her. His lips entwinging with hers and his tongue forcing it's way in her mouth. Forcefully her grabbed a hand of her balck hair, and let in run like silk through his hand, before He gripped it and pulled her to him. He let his kiss go and looked her in the eye. A slight hint of delsuion running hand in hand with teh savagery he posessed.
 
kelly

The way he held my breast and kissed me nearly had me melting in his arms. I would definitely like this man to make love to me. But this man was also a savage beast, self proclaimed killer. If I were to make it too easy would he not realise I am not this goddess Hel as he proclaimed. If she was such a great lover of puting the fear of death into everyone I doubt if she would give in to the carnal urges so easily.

"If you are such a suitable suitor as you think you are Buldur you should find my tasks as easy as falling off a slippery log. I want you to fetch some suitable bedfurs for me to sleep in tonight. I shall lay beside you as I am now. Bare as the day I was born but you shall not lay a finger on me without my saying so. Fail and you will never see Valhalla or your father's spirit again. Nor will you be able to rut with a woman again as I will curse you with a plague that will cause your cock to blacken and fall off. I shall set another two tasks to have you deem yourself a worthy suitor for my affections."

Christ I hope I haven't gone over board with this and have it backfire on me. He might rumble me and kill me anyway.
 
cockslave said:
"If you are such a suitable suitor as you think you are Buldur you should find my tasks as easy as falling off a slippery log. I want you to fetch some suitable bedfurs for me to sleep in tonight. I shall lay beside you as I am now. Bare as the day I was born but you shall not lay a finger on me without my saying so. Fail and you will never see Valhalla or your father's spirit again. Nor will you be able to rut with a woman again as I will curse you with a plague that will cause your cock to blacken and fall off. I shall set another two tasks to have you deem yourself a worthy suitor for my affections."

Baldur never broke his gaze. And never looked afraid. He knew he would not see his father, and Hel's presence here made it assured he would head to Jotunheim andn ot valhalla. She was a trickster. Loki's daughter after all.

"Bedfurs." A simple enough task "Suitable bedfurs."

He walked out. Thinking that the ships hold would contain such fineries as she liked. He walked away puzzled over such a simple request. Walking to the ship he stepped on the hold. Pulling fine wolf furs. And a tiger from a far away land he slept with. A trophy he had taken from winning Beornhelm's contests. He returned Bearing the furs and began to pile them. Trip after trip. Till the hold was empty.

"Should I find more? There are deer in the forest I could hunt. We will be killing a stag for meat soon enough. Would you prefer I slaughter a Foal or a Dearling?"
 
kelly

Man he was taking this so seriously after all. Mmmmmmmmmm no man from the 21st century would have been so overly zealous in trying to please a woman he'd just met. Now if he could prove to be worth the wait in the sack I might never care to go back either. I laughed to myself as a thought occured to me. He thought I was Hel and that I lived in the realm of the underworld, home of all things evil. What would he make of New York City if he came back with me.

"You have pleased me so far Buldur, Perhaps you will also succeed to do so tonight. Maybe before I take you with me you may sample this body in a way fiting of a goddess. Do you make your women scream Buldur, not in fear and pain like your men but with the joys of a skilled lover?"
 
Baldur. (And yes I realise this doesn't answer her question.)

cockslave said:
"You have pleased me so far Buldur, Perhaps you will also succeed to do so tonight. Maybe before I take you with me you may sample this body in a way fiting of a goddess. Do you make your women scream Buldur, not in fear and pain like your men but with the joys of a skilled lover?"

He stared at Hel a moment. Thoughts running through Baldur's head. He was endowed true, but by what did she mean. They always screamed out at first. First with pain then with pleasure. Skilled? By what vexation did she mean? Rutting was not a skill. Occasionally it was a challenge to hold yourself back as she tightened more and more, And you were bedding with her.

"Do you mean the size? I would not take a woman by force if you ask that. I do not engage in the rutting and conquest of fallen women. They are saxon and beneath me."

He began to unstrap his Leathers and Breeches.

"But I am equipped for the task. No damage or injury has befallen it. Look and see."

Baldur was very thick. Even limp he was 4 inches long. And at least as wide as his thumb.

"Every woman screams at first. But some keep going."
 
kelly

"but are you skilled enough with that manroot to bring the lady screaming with pleasure as you rut with her? Size isn't everything Buldur , you must know how to give the woman an orgasm. Besides there is more to rutting than using that to enter the woman. There are the hands and mouth too.

This works as well on the man as the woman of course. Now if you were to show me your skill with your hands and mouth I may do the same in return."

I watched his puzzled face. You would think I had said his cock was no use at all.
 
Baldur.

cockslave said:
"but are you skilled enough with that manroot to bring the lady screaming with pleasure as you rut with her? Size isn't everything Buldur , you must know how to give the woman an orgasm. Besides there is more to rutting than using that to enter the woman. There are the hands and mouth too.

This works as well on the man as the woman of course. Now if you were to show me your skill with your hands and mouth I may do the same in return."

I watched his puzzled face. You would think I had said his cock was no use at all.

Baldur Blinked. His features screwed up. And he looked as though he had been told that steel made better boats.

"Many of them scream in pleasure. And Claw their nails down my back. BUt hands an mouths. To take hold of bosoms yes. I was not aware women liked this. They always lap at your hands in the mead halls. Especially when you pinch at their bottoms. No many Lie there and accept the fact. A few kisses and you are entering them. What else is there to know. It is not shoeing Or boat building."
 
kelly

If that is what you think I see I will have my work cut out bringing you to my standard of lover Buldur before I can ever think of taking your beautiful soul. Your education begins tonight or in fact NOW!

Do you think your manroot is up to behaving itself for tonight as rutting will not take place until your other skills are up to par."

He was surprised to say the least by my comments . But I could sense his curiosity building .......would he be willing to learn the tricks of cunnilingus? we shall see.
 
Baldur.

cockslave said:
If that is what you think I see I will have my work cut out bringing you to my standard of lover Buldur before I can ever think of taking your beautiful soul. Your education begins tonight or in fact NOW!

Do you think your manroot is up to behaving itself for tonight as rutting will not take place until your other skills are up to par."

He was surprised to say the least by my comments . But I could sense his curiosity building .......would he be willing to learn the tricks of cunnilingus? we shall see.

Baldur fell to his knees. Yes goddess. Whatever Dark sorcery of the woman's body you have taken this form to teach me I will learn.
 
kelly

WOW!!!!!!!!! I didn't expect a reaction like this from the fierce warrior. On his knees before me, begging me to teach him. My friends back home would never believe me .

"Come then proud warrior take me to a dwelling not ravaged by fire and warriors , lay me on the bed furs and I will instruct you. My payment for such treasures are your men have no more to be forcing the women to rut. They may keep them as slaves but no raping."
 
Baldur.

cockslave said:
WOW!!!!!!!!! I didn't expect a reaction like this from the fierce warrior. On his knees before me, begging me to teach him. My friends back home would never believe me .

"Come then proud warrior take me to a dwelling not ravaged by fire and warriors , lay me on the bed furs and I will instruct you. My payment for such treasures are your men have no more to be forcing the women to rut. They may keep them as slaves but no raping."

"They will rebel. Some certainly. Oleg one of them. The man I would send you to. Our butcher. But if that is your command I will honor it for now. Though my men may beleive I have lost my mind. But I will honor such. My men will have to reamin cleibate on their voyages. We kill all our slaves. No room on the long boat. But I will have their souls sent to you."

He slipped his breeches and the steel back on. The iron skirt he wore and th fur covering it took a few moments to come back to place. He looked at her once more. He turned and began to walk outside.
 
kelly

"STOP BULDUR! You will instruct your men as to my wishes Buldur or so help me I shall claim their miserable souls every last one of them, right this minute and they will never know the joys Valhalla may bring. Instead I shall keep them with me instead where I will have great pleasure in ensuring they never touch another woman, never rut with anything other than the filthy pigs of the forrest.

To men like them surely the dishonour of being denied a warriors death and the one other joy they have in their miserable little lives are worth forgoing a few minutes of rutting.

I want your too Buldur but not for the same reason, your body and mannerisms remind me of your namesake so long ago. He brought great pleasure to me, I hope to teach you to do the same. Now if we have an agreement , Take me to your boat as there seems to be no other private place for your instruction."
 
cockslave said:
"STOP BULDUR! You will instruct your men as to my wishes Buldur or so help me I shall claim their miserable souls every last one of them, right this minute and they will never know the joys Valhalla may bring. Instead I shall keep them with me instead where I will have great pleasure in ensuring they never touch another woman, never rut with anything other than the filthy pigs of the forrest.

To men like them surely the dishonour of being denied a warriors death and the one other joy they have in their miserable little lives are worth forgoing a few minutes of rutting.

I want your too Buldur but not for the same reason, your body and mannerisms remind me of your namesake so long ago. He brought great pleasure to me, I hope to teach you to do the same. Now if we have an agreement , Take me to your boat as there seems to be no other private place for your instruction."


Baldur grated to a stop. He looked At Hel. her perfect fetures. her swinging breasts. He would do it. he walked out.

"Men. Men Stop your rutting and gather. STOPPPPPPP!"

Baldur waited patiently while his men gathered his mind working what he had to say.

"The Goddess. The Cunt goddess hel. Has visited me. She has informed me, that I will never see my father. That my raids and my killing have finally blackened my entire soul. that i will be on the great ship of dead men's nails. And it is too late for me. But not for you. The cries of the raped Saxon's of the burning have reached her ears. And she has come to tell me. has appeared as a woman to take me to her realms. To use me like my namesake. "

Baldur unsheathed his sword and cut his hand. He let it drain a small cut and the few drops on the ground were minor. He would bandage it on the boat.

"Finally we can go home. My revenge is not cpmplete. No. I will kill them all. But tonight we clebrate and divide the lots. tonight I will spend on the boat, While you clebrate. With only one condition. You may not rape the women left. If they choose to come to you. You may have them. Only then. But until we leave, THEY ARE OUR SLAVES. And they will cook and clean and mend and wash. And we may take them so long as they are not raped."

Oleg came up. His kilt still off and his jowls flapping. it was obvious he was angry. "And why. Why take the word of this bitch What divine right does she have. I say we take lots with her too. and have her service us all."

Baldur spat on the ground. Then put Firstag, His mighty blade into the spittle. What matters is I have said it. And you will obey. what matters not. Even should I have lost my mind at seas. You will obey your captain. I have given you everything for years but so help me you will fall down and accept or you will pick up that blade and I will kill you."

Oleg ran his fingers on his chin. His thick and ugly jowls. Scars over them. He ran for Firstag his hands found the blade. Baldur leapt at him. Dragging him to the ground Over and Over Baldur pummeled the butcher. His fists slamming bones and cracking them. The flesh of Oleg splitting. Oleg bit and rolled But soon his head was caught. Baldur stood above him and twisting broke the fat man's neck.

"He is to be given no funeral. Do not clips his nails. He goes to Nifelheim as he is. And so does any man who stands against his captain." The others shuffled and soon daggers were out. Drops of blood spattered the dirt and oaths were sworn. Each other man, His crew he had saved Baldur thought. And damned his own soul to eternity with the demon.

baldur slowly walked back. taking his cloak off. It was a heavy wolf fur. He gave it and Wrapped Hel in it. With no words other than it is done. He wrapped her and carried her in his arms. A slow march to the long boat. Several officers madea pile of the furs he had previously brought out as he carried the woman in his arms. He laid her down, and slowly began to strip. Piece by Piece his clothing fell. revealing a body almost perfect. No scar or mark. An amazing feat. Clean and firm his muscles were starkly defined from his days. He knelt again to the woman on the pile of furs in the Crew quarters. The other men left. Muttering to themselves about how it may be a goddess. Baldur bowed his head. The braids of his hair swinging forward in his face. He held the bloodstained palm out.

"I am yours dark queen. Tell me what I have traded my very soul to learn."
 
kelly

I was both amazed and appalled at the violence the man in front of me was capable of. I had read of all the killing the Vikings had done but never thought to experience it first hand. It was brutal but I couldn't tear my eyes away fro it. More so the way his muscles ripple as he broke Oleg's bones and split his flesh like an overripe peach. I had forgotten I was standing there on the edge of the crowd naked . So had they as they witnessed their Captain regain his complete authority over them. Showing he was a worthy leader. This was evident as they swore their blood oath to him once it was over. Feeling I should stay in character of Hel I stated that Oleg soul was now mine. He would wait on me and lie at my feet like a common dog for all eternity to pay for his disobediance. to his captain and my orders too.

Buldur wrapped me in his cloak and picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all. Not the 170lbs of toned muscle I was from working out at the gym 5 days a week. Keeping me athletic in appearance which is good now. I am more like a female Valkyrie than soft wench.

As I sank into the furs I take his hand in mine and pull him down beside me. My hands then exploring the vast areas of hardened muscle that lay before me. I trace his face along the strong jawline , down his neck and chest. Stopping short of his cock which was now lengthening along his muscular thigh and nudging my own.

"I am yours dark queen. Tell me what I have traded my very soul to learn."
 
Baldur knelt. His head down his hair falling. Looking at the goddess in front of him. He shifted Ever so slightly as he was pulled to the furs. And he lay there. Her hand touching him. His Manroot slowly expanding. He thought of other thoughts. He had been told he would no rut tonihgt. He had been told he would be cast down. He had been warned. It was no use. It began to harden, Reach up and falling on his belly It's entire 10" length and 7 inch circumference plain for her to see.

"I'm sorry my queen, You are too much for me. And I cannot hide my attraction. Please forgive me. Please do not cast me down yet. Give me a chance to learn. Please."

Baldur lay back and held his hands behind his head. The muslces taut. Maybe she would show mercy this night.
 
kelly

I had a thought, did he think by rutting I meant foreplay too. Or any reaction in his lower place. This was too much to believe especially when I saw just how big he was, just short of a foot in length and as thick as my forearm. That was a monster I was going to have before the week was out. I had to set things straight with him though.

"Buldur, if you do as I ask You will not be cast down. I don't mind if you react in this way" my hand brushed his cock briefly in a sweeping motion " in fact I take it as a compliment. It makes a woman feel good about herself knowing a man finds her attractive and irresistable to their manroot. I promise I will bear you no ill will or harm as long as you can show me you are trying to please me.

So start now by showing me or if you still fear me. Tell me how you would make a woman groan in your bed. If you need instruction I will show you the way I like it and how a woman should be treated. How to make her scream and beg for release while only using your hands and mouth."

I see anger flow across his face now, I guess it must be the threat to his masculinity about the fear of woman or that he didn't know how to treat a woman properly. I turn and touch his cock , deliberately this time.
 
Baldur

Baldur Turned to Straddle on top of her. His cock swinging down. Brushing her. He lowered himself and took her mouth to her breast. It was clumsy and inexperienced but he brought it to his mouth. Suckling the felsh in he licked at the nipple. He looked for some sign of approval before he bit her.
 
kelly

He made a promising start as he crawled up my body his strong arms on either side his forearms holding his torso up off me . He lowered his face towards my breast, sucking and teasing the nipple with his tongue. That hard cock rubbing against my legs with his height it was resting between them about mid thigh although the tip was nestling against my pussy.

I watched as he looked up at me as if seeking permission for something but I just didn't know what so I just smiled. His face was grinning back at me. I closed my eyes in anticipation.
 
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