The day was bright and shiny as Fina walked down the path leading into the lush woods. Pleasantly bathed in sunlight she plunged into the thickening woods, closing her eyes in pleasure, watching the sun disappear and re-appeared between the thick branches of the trees through her eyelids. Opening her eyes and walking briskly she spotted a beautiful and grassy clearing conveniently nestled by a small, clear brook. This was her special place, the place where she could commit to herself with no spying eyes ready to gossip to the nearest neighbor. Even in her own house, she was not safe. But here, in the beautiful and well-lit woods, she was free.
Settling down in the soft grass, she slipped off her shoes and dipped her toes into the clear water, then laying back into the softness she hiked up her skirts and dipped her finger into her already wet pussy...
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Daff was in a foul mood. His father had caught him in another atrocious act. What was so atrocious about sex any ways? And at least it wasn't the Dukes daughter this time, it was a proper whore, of whom he had paid fully, and was rudely interrupted by his father, never gaining his full money's worth. Well, he would track down that whore and get the rest of what was rightfully his, with or without his father permission.
Daff traversed the thick woods continually running over the past hour in his mind. Bella was so soft, and compliant, and experienced. His father had caught them in the middle of one of her new positions: she would kneel on all fours and he would enter her from behind, a totally odd and wild position that Daff would never had thought of, and it felt good. Pushing the length of his 8-inch rod into the silky depths of Bella's compliant pussy, her buttocks squeezing his shaft with every pulse of his hips. Daff sighed as his cock twitched at the memory.
Daff had been with Bella many times, always she was wild and creative getting the most out of sex, but Daff's true joy in fucking, his ultimate pride, was Rachel, the Dukes daughter.
She was beautiful, voluptuous, utterly innocent, and a true virgin, when he took her. He had met and courted her secretly a month ago, as it was widely known the anger of Rachel's father. The thought of any man touching his daughter angered him to the core. He was recognized as a man who dismiss, even banish a man who had laid a hand upon Rachel's fine breast.
Rachel was unresponsive at first, being all that a finely raised woman should be. But even Rachel's strict up bringing and overbearing father could not stop the natural power of Daff's handsome looks and bountiful charm. On the second week of secret meetings Daff was allowed a kiss, and on the first day of the third week Daff found his hand down the plunging neckline of her bodice, cupping a finely made breast. She had gasped in shock, and had tried to pull away at first, but Daff rubbed his thumb up against the bud-like nipple, gaining its erectness, and drew Rachel into a deep, penetrating kiss, that melted all resistance that Rachel had measly tried to muster.
Yet Daff was unable to take her then, however compliant she became. The sounds of her fathers returning carriage were easily heard on her garden grounds and Daff had to flee swiftly, keeping to the shadows. Fortunately the Duke never suspected, believing that his daughter had only taken an innocent walk through the manor grounds.
The day Daff finally took Rachel was on the last day of the third week. Rachel had met with Daff only to break off their contact, greatly concerned with all that they had already shared. Of what her father would do to Daff and herself. Of the horrible rumors that could spread like wildfire, of the loss of her, and worst of all, her fathers reputation. Standing in a small clearing in the woods, wringing her hands, she had told Daff that they shouldn't see each other anymore. That is was wrong to deceive everyone so. Daff had lowered his head with a sad smile, saying that if that was what Rachel wanted than it was okay. He would leave, and never return, no more rendezvous, no more secretly shared evenings, just the occasional ball or party where he could glimpse Rachel through a thick crowd of sweaty people.
