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  Separating and delving deeper, he moved it slowly upward until it circled the bud hidden between at the top. Ever so gently, he caressed the delicate tissue until he slid the fingertip over its hooded cover.

  Flames of excitement ignited in my body at the intimate touch, and I cried out in pleasure as the skin of my body trembled in excitement. My lower body arched up at the contact and in that instance, his lips moved lower.

  The slip of his tongue met the touch of his finger and my body ignited in passion. Shaking and gasping at the wonder of his movements, my body exploded in culmination and my screams of joy filled the air. With each gasping breath, my body heaved, and with each heaving movement, his tongue slipped over and over the pleasure point of my body until I fell back to the floor. No longer able to move, as the fulfilling shudders claimed all control of my muscles.

  Panting for breath, I finally looked into his eyes and saw the absolute love shining there in them for me. Weak with pleasure I watched as he stood up, his silhouette to the flames, as he began to open his shirt, button by button. Pulling it free from his pants he pulled it off and I watched as the muscles flexed in his taunt abdomen. Free of his shirt, I could enjoy the muscled shoulders and chest, earned by years of hard work and physical labor.

  Waiting breathlessly, I watched as his hands dropped to open the button of his trousers and the rasping sound of his lowering zipper in the stillness almost stopped my heart. I lay there waiting in anticipation to see my lover’s most private part exposed. The thick curls of hair couldn’t contain the massive length that waited there for me.

  Long and thick, it was taut with need for me and as I watched, I saw a pearl of wetness adorn its crowning head. He stood there for a moment, letting me see his intense need for me, and then he dropped to his knees between my now parted legs. I couldn’t help but open my knees wider, inviting him to share his body with mine. He nestled there between my thighs, the sliding knob of his length coming closer. I gloried in the roughness of his hairy, muscled, thighs as they aligned themselves with my own slender legs.

  The heat of his length made contact with my tender lower lips and slid slowly into the moist heat that waited there. Arching my back, I tried to move in closer and succeeded in capturing the hot knob of his length in my opening. Just feeling the weight settling there was almost too much to bear and waiting for his first push was agony. I desperately needed to feel his heated length inside me, and only his gentle kisses on my face managed to distract me from my intended goal.

  Finally, looking into my eyes, he pushed forward and slid the head of his manhood into the heat awaiting him. Every touch, every sensual feeling he was experiencing was displayed on his face as his eyes looked deeply into mine. Moving forward, past the tight ring of muscles that protected the opening, I could see his need burning into his eyes. Then, the satisfaction as it plunged past and settled just inside.

  His sighs of pleasure echoed in my ears as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then we waited in anticipation for the first full, deep plunge inward. His eyes gave him away when his control broke. They were afire as he plunged in and fully seated his body on mine. We touched everywhere, skin to skin, and it was exquisite. Leaning down, his kisses became sensually urgent, so full of need that each kiss grew hotter than the last. He held my hands down, over my head, anchoring my body to get closer.

  I arched my back and thrust for more and he answered swiftly, plunging in wilder, deeper than ever before. Using his legs, he spread mine further, and when that was not enough, when he couldn’t get enough purchase, he moved his hands away from mine to grab my legs. Reaching his hands under each buttock, he lifted me up and onto him as he thrust wildly.

  Our moans of pleasure and excitement filled the air, I begged for more and he gave me everything he had. Arching me up higher, I felt his manhood hit a magical spot and with every thrust, he propelled me closer to my completion. Hearing my agonized sounds of pleasure, he delved even deeper until I exploded in a fireball of triumph and satisfaction. Quivers of attainment rushed through my body as the eruption continued to pleasure me with each continued thrust of his body.

  Hearing his answering groans I knew he was near to explosion, and as he rapidly increased his pace, I came again over his heated manhood, coating him with my release. Hearing my cries triggered his own attainment and he stiffened above me. Feeling his pulsating manhood emptying into my body was the greatest joy of my life. He moved to give another round of thrusts and continued to drain into my body until we fell together in a heap of relaxed glory.

  His heaving puffs of breaths against my ear made me happy beyond measure, and after catching his breath, he turned and we looked once again into each other’s eyes. Tenderly raining kisses down on my face, he rose and lifted me into his arms. Carrying me into the spare bedroom, he pulled the covers down and settled me there. Leaving the room, I heard him move to check that the door was securely locked and then to bank the fire in the fireplace. Returning, he moved under the covers to join me, and we talked for hours, of our future plans, until finally, too exhausted to stay awake; we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  The sound of birds chirping and the smell of coffee brewing were the first things I experienced when awaking the next day. Seeing the sunlight streaming into the window, I knew that the sun had risen high and it must be midday. Pushing the covers back, I felt the cold air hit my exposed skin and as I arose, the twinges in my muscles from the previous day’s activities made themselves known.

  Calling out to Grant, and not hearing a response, I walked naked from the room thinking to check my grandma’s clothes to see if there was anything, I could wear. Looking out into the house, I saw movement crossing in front of the curtained windows and rushed to her room to get dressed. A loud pounding on the door suddenly burst into the silence, and I wondered who could be calling at my grandmother’s house.

  Stepping into a pair of old, worn boots pulled from the back of gran’s closet, I answered the increased pounding on the door with a quick shout of acknowledgement. Twisting my hair up on my head and stabbing hairpins in as I walked, I quickly smoothed down the old housedress that I had found. Feeling uneasy that I wore no undergarments, I wondered if the dark fabric was sufficient to hide the fact.

  Finally reaching the door, I pulled the latch and opened it wide only to find that two strange men were standing on the doorstep. Both men were tall and massively built and I wondered if they were woodsmen like Grant. Smiling at the surprise on their faces, I hastily said good day and waited for their reply.

  They shared glances and then turned their eyes on me, which started the warning bells in my head to start ringing. I didn’t know what they wanted, but I was beginning to feel extremely nervous. I waited for their explanation, but they remained silent in their perusal of me. Finally not being able to bear their silence a moment longer, I again said good day and followed by asking if they were looking for my grandmother.

  Once again, they looked at each other, and then as if by some silent signal, the taller of the two men finally spoke.

  “Yes, I’m looking for Grandmother Rose. My name is Lucian and this is my brother Lars,” he said, as he tipped his head to the man standing near him.

  Looking closely at the two men, I could see the family resemblance. I smiled and tipped my head.

  Lucian spoke again, “Is your grandmother home?”

  “No,” I replied without thinking.

  Seeing the pair exchange silent looks again, and then suddenly return their gaze to me, made me realize my foolish mistake.

  “Grandma Rose is visiting her sister this weekend. I’m staying here with the Woodsman Grant while she’s gone,” I hastily added.

  Hearing footfalls and the sound of whistling in the woods approaching the house, I felt a measure of relief that Grant was finally returning. Apparently, the two men on the doorstep heard him also as they turned their heads to the sound. Turning back abruptly to me, Lucian grabbed me quickly and began sniffing my ha
ir and clothes. Frightened by his actions, I made to scream out to Grant but he quickly covered my mouth with his hand. Lars drew nearer and dropped to his knees and lifting the housedress, began to sniff his way up my legs.

  Horrified at what he was doing and knowing that he would soon see my bare body beneath the clothes, I began to kick out in terror. Quickly grasping my two legs, Lars spread them over his shoulders and pressed his face deep between my legs. His hot breath bathed the soft tissue and then he took a deep inhale. A moment passed, and suddenly I felt a long thick tongue probe the softness between the lips of my womanhood. Two quick, but thorough licks, and then he suddenly plunged his tongue deep into my channel, spreading it wide and tasting its offering.

  Screaming behind the tight grip on my mouth, I tried to thrust away from the man’s intrusion appalled by the sensations I was starting to feel. I began to wonder what was going to happen, when suddenly he moved away and exchanged an odd glance with his brother.

  Lucian acknowledged his brother’s silent message and indicated by a thrust of his head for him to return to the woods. Lowering his head, he whispered into my ear.

  “We’re looking for our brother, Latham. He calls himself BBW, the Big Bad Werewolf. We know that you’ve been with him; his scent is still on and deep within you. I don’t have time to ask just how you know him, but we’ll be back. Do you understand?”

  I nodded my head in reply, anything to get him to let me go. Moving his hand from my waist, I felt it dip to the hem of the housedress I was wearing. He began to run his fingers through my womanhood and after dipping his fingers inside me, he brought them to his mouth to taste.

  “Yeah, you’ve seen him. He’s had you too by the taste of you. I wouldn’t mind spending some time with you myself, maybe I’ll bring my brother along so we can keep it all in the family,” he replied tauntingly.

  Releasing his hold, he dropped me to the floor and ran to the dark forest, almost too fast for my eyes to follow. Coming to my senses, I realized that Grant must be coming from the opposite side of the clearing and ran towards his direction. I didn’t know if I was running from the two brothers that had just appeared on the doorstep or running from myself. My body was humming obscenely from the pleasure of having the two men touch me, I only hoped that Grant could put out the fire that they had started. With that thought, I fled to the woods, pondering when the brothers would be back.

  The End

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  About the Author

  I was born in Hull, England. I’ve been writing for some years now mainly for the pleasure of it all but with the advent of self-publishing I’ve entered a whole new world. I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. If so I’d love to read a review from you just to show me that you did at least enjoy the story.

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  Title 1 – Hell’s Gate

  Title 2 – Paranormal Encounters

  Title 3 – Gangbang Stories

  Table of Contents

  Little Red

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