Guiding Hand of Fate

Sitting on a low stool, Guran splashed water on Anna's crotch. It would be some effort to remove the encrusted semen, and the stickiness of her sexual fluids, off her crotch, thighs and lower buttocks. It was an enjoyable task though, washing her and probing her sex and anus at every available opportunity. Surprisingly, there had been only one or two drops of blood. There was nothing drastically gory to scare the little girl. But the face of her cunt did bear a gruesome "expression", a reflection of the dull pain that Anna must be feeling, stretched oddly open and discolored. His penis was still tumescent, and his brain still heated with lust.

Anna was irritated by that odd ache she felt. She had dragged herself into the washroom helped by Guran. It had been a task to walk. Parts of her thighs felt numb and her vaginal passage felt sore. Every time Guran inserted his finger into her cunt to clean her, she felt a combination of pain and pleasure, but it was pleasure that she didn't care for. She wanted to sleep. She was tired. Guran acquiesced, despite his want.

******

Guran looked down at the young beauty. She was toying with the bead necklace hanging around his neck. Guran was smiling to himself. If only she knew what the bead necklace was there for.

The house seemed empty as Lord Edgmont had gone with the viceroy to the capital. A large entourage of servants had gone with them. It was the late afternoon, and Anna and he were in the shed in the woods. The coarse knit bed had creased red welts on Anna soft body.

His lust was not anywhere near satisfied. He had worked his cock into her moist cunt slowly, sending his length into her distended opening. Her eyes closed when he started thrusting into her and she grunted softly when he pushed into her.

He wanted to fuck her again and again. He wondered if she would be able to take it for longer today. She was a strong girl no doubt, she was breathing steadily despite his weight bearing down on her and his cock engorged in her invaded cunt. Guran kissed her forehead, eyes and lips, rocking his hips in slow fucking motions, trying to get her out of the stupor she seemed to be in. She had quit playing with the bead necklace and just lay there and he needed to cum, take his pleasure, his own way.

After a long time of mindless fucking, Anna suddenly seemed to come alive. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Enthused by the change, he started to fuck her in earnest, rocking his hips, in rhythmic fashion. Anna responded well enough, lifting her ass to meet his strokes. This time her body was a lot less tense and she let go. She reached down to his buttocks and ran her hands over the mounds and then gripped them, as if she had to hang on to it to retain her balance. She squeezed the flesh gently at first and then she slowly increased pressure mauling the dark chocolate mounds. It felt good to do that and Guran was struggling to keep his balance under the new onslaught.

She even toyed with the soft curly hair on his ass crack. It was soaked in sweat and stubbornly curly. Guran liked what she was doing but it distracted his fuck thrusts. He slipped and dashed against her thighs and cried out painfully. He had to stop once or twice to insert his cock back into her cock slot. She continued kneading his ass, squeezing the hard flesh, every time he plunged into her. He could feel her fingers grind into the dank cleft of his ass, pulling at the strands of hair in the furrow. He dashed against her thighs again and cried out in pain. He looked down at her desperately. Realizing that violent squeezing disturbed his rhythm, she restrained herself to pressing down on his butt, gently.

"Fuck me Guran, fuck me hard. Oooh.....oooooohhhaoooooooh"! "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... fuck .... Fuck fuck fuck................"

Guran was surprised to hear what he just did, but didn't mind it a bit. It had excited him more. Where had she learnt to call out like that? He inserted his cock again and thrust into her vigorously. The crude wooden bed, upon which they were fucking, was creaking in protest. The shed was filled with sounds of the creaking, his balls slapping against her lower buttocks, and the wet sounds of fucking.

He was in heaven. It was as if his cock was sawing through air, yet being manipulated by some intangible softness towards an orgasm. He wanted his seed to explode, craving for that moment of pleasure, but it seemed stay deep within, waiting for more. He paused once or twice to adjust his position, drawing wild protests from Anna, who was scratching and clawing the flesh of his buttocks, with her sharp nails.

He kneaded her breasts wildly, mauling the soft fullness in response to Anna's treatment to his ass. He pulled and tugged at those sensitive tits, while pounding her with all might. All those choicest sexual actions, and all that fucking and still his seed seemed reluctant to flow out. All the thoughts of sex and flings in the past, every moment of intense lust swam through his mind. No amount of emotion was spared. Yet his seed remained. He deiced he would now fuck her from behind.

He stopped fucking her and pulled his cock out. It came out with a whoosh. Before Anna could say anything, kneeling, he said huskily, "give me your ass". Anna looked at him, towering over her and his cock throbbing in the air menacingly, wondering what gone wrong with him. "Give me your ass". Anna was truly confounded. "You are not going to touch my anus again are you", she asked, wondering what he had in mind. "Give me your ass", he repeated himself like a parrot. Anna was now blinking.

He reached down and swung her around with extreme ease. Soon Anna was upon her stomach. He looked at the red welts the choir bed had left on her back and ass. He caressed them as if his caresses would erase those marks. Anna was still wondering what was in store for her. Her body was tensing again

He kneeled and arranged her legs on either side of his body raised her hips and moved in. The soft mounds of her buttocks were now up in the air and her head was down upon the pillow. Guran spread her wide till her cock slot was a gaping dark cavern. He ran his cock between the mounds of her ass. Starting at the tip he guided his cock all way down to her anus, and moved back up without touching it. He kneaded the flesh of her buttocks with his other hand.

He then inserted a finger into her cunt and started to tease her clit while kneading a buttock with his other hand. Anna moaned as waves of pleasure started to ripple through her body. Soon she was rotating her hips and squeezing his probing finger into her cunt. As the pleasure mounted she started buck her hips and fuck herself vigorously upon his finger. Guran stopped kneading her flesh and started to slap her buttocks now. Whap whap whap whap whap.... he went, with firm, sharp, quick strokes, causing her ass to redden and heat up. He slowly increased the power of his blows. Anna had been spanked before, but this time the feel was different, especially with his rough finger rudely rubbing on her clit.

Anna was bucking wildly, presenting her ass in the most unabashed fashion to her lover. Guran stroked her ass steadily, increasing the power of the blows into slaps now and probing her cunt now with two fingers instead of one. He finger fucked rapidly, in and out, he went, as if in an attempt pull the internals out. Anna was shouting and moaning at the top of her voice.

Guran realized that she was getting close to an orgasm. He removed the bead chain from around his neck. Holding her asshole open with one hand he started to fill it with the beads. Anna tried protesting as cold metal of his chain started to move into her warm anus. Guran pushed the first bead in with some effort and started work the second one into her asshole. No amount protesting from Anna would stop him. Soon Anna felt large smooth lumps of beads inside her anus. It felt crazy, but good.

Flexing his buttocks and positioning his cock at her entrance, he sank his entire length again in one stroke. Anna cried out. The penetration was far more complete than before and Guran rode her body wildly. He reached down to tug at her nipples like he was milking the udders of a cow and continued to slam into her. Anna was in an incredible daze and felt totally out of control. Her body was now totally submissive. Guran knotted her hair around his palm as if he were holding the reins of horse and yanked them backwards while he slammed into her cunt.

All his energies and strength were now upon his hips and he fucked her harder than ever before. The painful load of semen started to show signs of eruption. The first waves of pleasure hit him, when rudely yanked the first few beads out of her asshole. They came out with loud a popping sound. Anna could feel her cunt react instantaneously as a rush of sexual fluids washed Guran's engorged cock and made it way down to her thighs.

He accelerated further, yanking her hair painfully and slapping her buttocks her hard with his other hand. He gnashed his teeth as if it would help him fuck her harder. Anna was heading for a shuddering climax and she worked her cunt on his cock. There was only one emotion left in them, it was lust, wild animal lust, and they both wanted to come.

Guran started to buck wildly as the second wave of pleasure overtook him. "AAARGH aaah ahhhahhhahhhha ......aaaahahhha....", he screamed, sliding in and out her. Her thighs were glistening with her juices. She started to cum some more. Just then Guran yanked the second set of beads out of her asshole. "OOOOOOOOOOOOh ooooooooooohhhhhh aaaaah.........." she screamed, the flames of pleasure enveloping her person were tenfold in comparison to all her other orgasms that she had had before.

Guran now gripped her hips and fucked her hard, flexing and unflexing his buttocks in rapid succession. Soon he felt a gush up the length of his pole and started to shoot his seed into her. Just as the first jet hit her Guran yanked longer part of the bead necklace out in one pull. While she was shuddering under spasms of a wild orgams, jet after jet of rich sperm, each increasing in volume over the previous one, flooded and whooshed into her. Ropes of rich seed flew into her vaginal passage found their way into her womb. The excess started to flow down her thighs and wetted her backside.

Guran collapsed on her after the shattering climax.

******

Guran's first fuck had been an act of submission to his own curiosity and vulgarity. He couldn't remember what was going on in his mind when his "stepmother" had propositioned him, but in retrospect, he knew that he had made a choice. He seemed to have got into it, without worrying about his family or his father.

His experience with Mrs. Morton was both lust and an economic necessity. This of all relationships bothered him the most, therefore. He felt truly sorry for Mr. Morton, in retrospect. He had acted like an animal, mauling and fucking Mrs. Morton's body like a predator, taking advantage of her husband's handicap.

The village headman's girl had bled a lot more than Anna. But then Guran had not made love to her, it had been a fuck without foreplay and the girl had deserved it for wantonly inciting his lust. The bitch was far from innocent and had challenged his manhood, shaming him at every available opportunity. He had grabbed her by her hips from behind, shucked up her skirts and plunged into her in one painful stroke. It had hurt him too. His uncircumcised penis had peeled when he entered her sending the sensitive skin of his cock head against her tight vaginal walls. He would have dumped her after the hurried and hard fuck, not bothering to reckon with her pleasure. But still erect, he decided he would go for her ass, which he did, and as he was about to come, he had been caught. He had left their employment the very same day. His compulsion in this case was anger.

The fucking of tradesman's daughter was Guran's fault. He had drifted into the act of fucking the tradesman's wife and his lust was satisfied, for a while. But then tradesman's wife had refused to fuck him for several days quoting one reason or the other. She had suddenly gone on a morality trip much to Guran's chagrin.

Her daughter knew of their illicit relationship and had started giving him the eye. But not once had she taunted or teased Guran. She had remained her quite, delicate self and communicated a lot with her eyes. One fine day, not finding a release for his desire, he had helped himself to her body. He was surprised by how lustily this demure girl performed on the bed. She was sleeping when Guran had entered her room. He had stripped himself and lain along side her, with his throbbing cock rudely poking her stomach. He had just kissed her when she woken up. Taking cognizance instantaneously, of his intentions, she had given herself unabashedly. She had no hesitation in sucking his cock, balls and ass. It had been one of his best fucks. Unfortunately, the repeat experience had not been consummated fully. He had been caught in the act. This relationship in Guran's mind was a lot of lust, but had a fleeting element of love in it.

Anna was a variation of the tradesman's daughter and very different in nature. They had begun as friends, and there had been some genuine mentoring, love and innocence in the relationship, for quite some time. She had lost her innocence too, in the mind first. Guran had then graduated from being a friend to being a lover. By mutual consent and desire, they had consummated their relationship. She had to be taught from step one. But the best part was that, he had Anna in mind when he gave himself, and Anna had Guran in mind when she gave herself.

Knowing that illicit sexual relationships set off undesirable chain reactions within the circle of influence, Guran had got into it again. He had even wondered if Anna knew of the potential consequences. But then sex was an extraordinary need and compulsion. He had made his choice and so had she. They had to face any consequences, together.

Each girl had her own compulsions and influences (as per his surmise) to do what they did. There was always the story of innocence lost in the mind or some disillusionment (an encounter with a seductive power such as his penis), leading to a need that translated into curiosity and lust, and then innocence lost in the body too. The mind is the driver of the body. Experiences and surroundings taught the mind. This led to actions. The conscience came back and questioned the act thereafter. Where the hell was it to begin with?

The obvious turning point in his life was his "stepmother". He wondered if he had made a different choice then, would his life be any different now. What he done was immoral and he had known it. His young mind and unruly conscience had not allowed him to stop and think. He had let someone else write a page on his book, a damaging page at that, and to that extent, he had lost control. He could blame himself or his fate.

******

Not wanting to give Anna anytime to think, Guran turned her around and said huskily "get down on your knees". Anna wondered what it was this time. He repeated "get down on your kneels and heel". He had heard this so many times. Lord Edgmont could really sound menacing, when he wanted to. He lifted Anna off the bed and stood her on the ground. He was still kneeling on the bed. He said, "Anna, on your knees". Anna knelt down obediently. His cock was right at the level of her mouth.

******

Anna was now accomplished in all acts of sex and mated with Guran regularly. No act of sex was a taboo. He had used every orifice in her body of his pleasure, the anus being his favorite target. Anna had tasted every square inch of his flesh and she loved it.

******

Guran came in and grabbed Anna from behind. As usual his erect member found its favorite resting-place between the globes of her buttocks. She moved her hips back to enjoy the feeling of his cock poking on her buttocks.

After some lustful moments, he turned her around and yanked her blouse and panties off leaving her naked save for her skirt. His hands were now resting on her hips as he kneeled down and put his tongue to work on her navel. His tongue ran around it teasingly. She could feel her cunt watering. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his worship. His long thick tongue traced tantalizing circles around her navel and its rough feel increased her enjoyment. His hands were busy kneading her ass, crushing those soft mounds, while he tongue fucked her navel. Anna could feel her stomach tighten and her legs go weak and she bore down upon his face.

Changing his mind, he suddenly stood up and cupped her breasts with his hands and kneaded them gently. He pulled and pinched her tender nipples. "So red..", he murmured, as blood rushed to her breasts coloring them and adding to his pleasure. He then applied his mouth to one of them and sucked on it tenderly, slurping and relishing its feel. A trail of his saliva slowly flowed down her breasts. Her crotch was already moist with his saliva that flowed from her navel. Anna rubbed it upon her skin, feeling increasingly enslaved to Guran with every passing moment.

While his mouth was sucking her breasts his one hand continued to knead her breast and the other her buttocks. She moaned in ecstasy, Guran knew how to use her body. He was now biting her nipples tugging at them with his teeth. She moaned in pain. He whispered hotly into her ears "ssh ssh ssh", his hot breath burning her neck.

He now turned and sucked her other breast while kneading the other. There was an element of art in what he did. He would cup her breast from below the nipple and rotate it anti-clockwise and squeeze it at the end of the circle. He would then rub palm on her breast and pinch her nipple and start all over again. Sometimes he would bunch them together and her manservant would catch her nipples between his teeth and pull them and hold onto it. She screamed. He did it again and again to both her nipples. She found this truly sexy, and her pussy watered even more.

He suddenly turned and walked toward the wall. She admired his hips and buttocks undulating under his shirt, as walked. He was naked save for his shirt. His hips were a perfect vee, tapering down. He bent and picked up something. She saw a small object in his hands, only faintly visible in the dim light. The dampness in the room made her feel cold and she was distracted by it. She longed to take Guran's warm body into her hands.

He came back toward her with his limp penis and balls shaking from side to side, visible between his open shirt lapels. He had a wicked grin on his face, the one that she had grown to be vary off. He had cupped the object in his palm and his hands now were back at her breasts. To her horror she discovered he had a sharp nail. She opened her mouth to scream. He quickly shut her mouth with his free hand and whispered into her ears "don't worry, I wont hurt you".

He held the nail as if he were holding a piece of chalk and drew circles around her breasts. The cold nail left a red trail on her fair skin as it traced tantalizing circles around the periphery of her breasts. The circles grew smaller and smaller with each spiral. Guran slowly in creased the pressure. The nail was slowly starting to scratch her as it reached her nipples in a tantalizing spiral. Then without a word he pressed the nail hard on her nipple and simultaneously inserted his finger in her cunt. The nail must have pressed her nipple for not more than an instant, though She felt sharp pain, her nipples grew big, indicating the degree of excitement that she felt. She was heading closer to an orgasm. Guran laughed looking at her expression. Her nipple was now redder in color. He quickly licked the sensitive tip with his thick tongue and the sucked it leaving a huge trail of saliva. He then cupped her breasts with nail squeezed between his palm and her breasts. He started repeated the same motions. This time it was more exciting because of presence of the cold sharp nail. This went on indefinitely and she stood there like an inert statue with her eyes closed.