Esme Chapter 10
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Esme tried to understand the world. It was so complicated. She tried to understand herself and she seemed even more twisted and weird.
Today she was wandering through the woodlands near her family home feeling lonely and confused. She was barefooted, her sandals dangling from a finger, as she walked the well-kept trails. They lived on the edge of a protected nature area open to the public. Her home was where she and her grandparents had lived all of her life. Actually, their homestead was really only about thirty minutes from the nearest community of several hundred people.
Pepe and Meme had always lived here, farming some of the lands and selling some timber on occasion. Esme had joined them at an early age because her parents had needed to go off together to Africa where they studied wildlife. It was a good place to live Esme always thought. And she saw her parents maybe once a year when they came home on holiday.
Just this past weekend her boyfriend had been here visiting from his university. They had been together for years now since high school and he would come down every few weeks when his studies allowed it. Esme didn't understand the emotions she had been feeling when Andre was with her. And it had made both of them rather upset this time.
She was a great little explorer there in their wilderness paradise, learning all of the trails and pathways through their own property as well as the nature area. Since it was open to the general public there were frequent visitors from the larger towns and cities within driving distance. Esme had long since discovered how to discretely observe tourists rambling through the woods. She learned so much about their fascinating habits when they thought they were alone and unseen. Behaviors that she simply didn't understand completely.
But she wanted to understand very badly.
When she and Andre had been alone during the weekend they had become cuddlesome as they normally did. They were lucky to have a separate guest cabin that they could use when he was home from university. Her grandparents let him stay there if he wanted to use it. They had been lying on the bed together just chatting and kissing softly.
"I like that, Dre. Kiss me some more, sweetie." Esme was getting more enthusiastic. Kissing always made her become aroused. She would gladly lick and smooch all night if he would allow it so she was getting all the closeness she could right now spreading her juices on his face and licking it off, then sticking her tongue in and pretending they were making real love. Her hand had crept down and was rubbing his hardening cock.
"Careful, hon. I don't want to cum in my pants," he laughed. Reluctantly she released him but continued kissing while caressing his chin stubble and running fingers through his longish hair and tickling his ear with a licked finger. She had learned these things over the years, practicing with him and seeing visitors out in the woods being playful.
"That's enough, hon. Here, let's get undressed, okay? I'm ready to make love, Esme."
She reluctantly moved away but then eagerly took his clothes off of him before quickly removing hers. She spread her legs widely there on the bed, her knees on the coverlet, as she grasped his hardened cock and slowly ran her wet tongue up the underside of his quivering member. Then she swiftly moved around so that her pussy hovered over his face awaiting his mouth on her slitty. Slowly Andre licked the lips and touched her clit that she had finally pointed out to him. She shivered and engulfed his prick, sucking it inside and biting it with her teeth.
"Hey, hon. Please be careful. You know?" He had stopped licking her pussy. So she tried spreading spit on him and slowly squeezing and jacking up and down, hoping to get him more aroused.
"Dre, please, sweetie. Keep licking, okay? Could you just touch my little star with your tongue, baby?" He hesitantly tried to do that, not with any enthusiasm. Then, "Dre, push your finger in. Please? Just try it. Please?"
She knew her cheeks must be gleaming bright red but she needed something new. Something else.
"No, god. Baby, no. I need to fuck now, okay. I'm gonna get soft here." And with that he rose up and laid her down on her back, spreading her long legs apart and he guided his cock into her awaiting pussy. He began thrusting fast, in and out. Not taking any time, but eager to get his cum shooting out into his condom.
Esme tried to tickle her clit with her fingers as he fucked her and she tweaked her hardened nipples. She wanted him to kiss her as he hovered over her but he just kept squeezing his buttocks as he fucked as fast as he could and not overly deep. He wanted to cum. He liked to cum this way. Sometimes he would let her suck his cock after he came but not always.
This time he was shooting out in just a few minutes and he groaned and collapsed onto her waifish body. Then rolled over, flaccid. Esme tried to lick his cock clean, enjoying the taste and texture of the juices, but he pressed her away, annoyingly. He was finished.
Then he tried to pull her up and kiss her. "I love you, hon." She felt like crying for some reason. She gave him a peck and laid back on the pillow looking up at the ceiling, thinking of other things she had seen in the past. She pressed her fingers into her pussy as she remembered those nastier things.
Now it was the regular week and Andre had left for uni. She was exploring her world and she left the main pathway in the nature area and wandered down a trail that led to a stream. It was full spring and trees were blossoming as their leaves were bursting out in all shades of green. There were groups of Mayapples spread over the forest floor. As she approached the waterway she heard what she thought was the creek gurgling. Also, she thought she glimpsed some shapes that were moving off to the side of the path.
She leaned in and around the thick foliage of a hazelnut shrub. It was easy to see what was happening. And to hear it as well. The woman was moaning as she leaned up against the huge oak tree trunk, her fingers apparently grasping the bark as she squealed. Her short skirt was raised and her panties were down around her ankles.
Her hair was locked in the grip of a man's strong fingers, pulling her head back, stretching her neck. His other hand was slapping her bare arse as she quivered and cried out with joy.
"Yes, oh, yes, pops. Mother of God, that's it. Deep inside me, Papi. Fuck me with that hard cock, my love." He ground his member deeper, jerking her head back, then grabbing her neck and the gurgling began again. He grunted like a rutting bull elk in season.
"Come inside me now, pops. Please, please, please."
"No," he yelled out. "You get it when I know you need it, my little tart," and he laughed, spreading her legs farther apart and bending his knees for a deeper up jam into that sweet pussy. "I know what you want, don't I, little one?" He roared with laughter now. With that, he pulled out and popped his dripping prick into the quivering little brown star, that had been waiting for its turn. Maybe not patiently, but receiving it now.
Not too roughly. Not at first. With tenderness and understanding, he fed his cock into her hole, now grabbing both hips to hold her tight, leaning down to kiss her neck, pressing his hardness into her as she sighed and moaned loudly. Then his hand descended again and the spanking continued. Both cheeks were red as he kept up thrusting into her arsehole.
All the while, as she gazed raptly at the action, Esme had been diddling her pussy, having lifted her dress hem up and stuffed it into the belt. Her panties she had dropped and stepped out of, perfectly quiet and still, lifting them up with her grasping toes to jam into her waistline as well. Not a sound did she make. Even remembering to breathe softly in and out with her mouth wide open, making no sounds. Just the way she had learned to creep up on wild creatures in the woods.
"Fucking shit, pops, I need it. I need it. I promise, promise, promise." And he grunted and shot a wad of cum into her hole, grinding his prick deep inside, then jerking it out and ramming it back into her cunt. Faster and deeper now. Faster and deeper. Giving her what she had begged for. More cum up her pussy. Pulling out at last and letting the last few dribbles drip over her back and down her buttocks.
"Suck me, princess. Suck it for me, precious." And the girl did, getting down on her knees in the debris of the forest floor. Esme tingled but still did not have her orgasm.
Still not having one as she was watching the wildest creatures in nature. A man and a woman having lustful, passionate sex.
And she knew full well who both of them were as the man looked at her over his shoulder, smiled crookedly, and tossed his long tied up hair friskily.
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Esme's grandparents owned their farm along the boundary of the nature area. It was several hundred acres. It was a nice little farm with lots of timber lots.
And they had, for many years, been renting out a group of small cabins for tourists to stay in. There was still a large sign over the entrance saying "Natureland" and it even had a miniature golf course. That business had closed down years ago when their age crept up to them. But the cabins were still there and friends, on occasion, would use them. Meme and Pepe were happy to have visitors who were friends from many years back as well as family who loved to stay out in the woodlands near the lakes and streams.
It was really more of a family affair than anything even though the grandparents, along with Esme and her parents, were the only true family that was left. Esme was the last in their line.
Andre had just left one of the cabins where he had been staying during his break from uni. There was only one other cabin occupied at the moment because Esme stayed in the main house with her grandparents.
The only visitors now were a young lady, Marianne, that had graduated with Esme from high school some years back and the man staying with her in the cabin. He was known as Enzo. He had been Mr. Paloma when he was a teacher in the girls' school. Now he and Marianne were together.
The couple was not really Spring and Autumn. He was not that old. Let's say they were Spring and Summer. And he was no longer a teacher. Esme understood that he was a full-time writer of sorts now.
He intrigued Esme. Back in school, it had always made her warm and rather wet, to tell the truth, when Mr. Paloma looked at her in the classroom or the hallways. Not that he had ever made her uncomfortable. Neither she nor any other girls ever spoke of him being forward in any way. But he was intriguing.
Even more so now that she had seen him performing so lustfully there in the woods with Marianne. The two girls had never been close but it seemed to be a kindness for Pepe to let the pair stay in one of the cabin's when Enzo asked.
He was actually an old friend of Esme's parents from many years back, although Esme had only truly met him once or twice before while away from school, during parties when her parents were home on holiday. Pepe knew him very well. The men used to fish together on the trout streams in the mountains north of here.
So the next day, after breakfast, she set out down the pathway away from the homestead and towards the nature preserve. She knew that Enzo often took a morning walk around this time. The breeze was gentle and it was comfortably cool this day. She noticed herself skipping at one point and laughed out loud.
After some thirty minutes or so she heard whistling. That was Enzo, she knew. He always whistled, making some noise out in the forest, just to let the bears know he was around. It gave them the chance to look around, then trot away, so no creatures would get into trouble.
So she turned a corner in the trail and Enzo was sitting, leaned back against the trunk of a chestnut tree. He was peeling bits of leaf away from its ribs and veins, just to keep his fingers active it appeared. He smiled at her as she approached.
"Sit down, here by me, Esme. Beautiful day, right? Sit, sit."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Paloma." She dropped down beside him and wrapped her arms about her bent knees, pressing her dress against her legs firmly tight together.
"You know I'm not Mr. Paloma anymore. Not since I left teaching. I'm just writing now. I'm Enzo. Yep?"
"Yes, sir." And she laughed at her odd befuddlement. She was so shy with him all of a sudden.
"I know the problem. Seeing me and my little one out here the other day got you in a quandary, I suppose? Nothing really to worry about. We sure didn't mind you seeing us. You weren't upset by anything you saw were you?"
She cleared her throat. Once more. Then, hesitantly, "No, I guess not." She began drawing her finger through the soil then flicked the dirt away from her finger. "I mean, you were doing some things. Aren't some things really bad? I would never know who to ask that stuff."
"You're already asking someone. I kind of know a lot about these things. I'm a dirty old pervo, you must have noticed," chuckling. "Who better to ask about dirty, nasty things."
"So, I saw Marianne leaving in her car this morning?"
"Yes, she was off to visit friends out on the coast this month."
He abruptly pushed off from the gnarled trunk and rose, reached down, and pulled her up. "Come on. We can walk and talk. We got all the time in the world, little one."
They passed on down the path for an hour or so, returning towards home, and were just about ten minutes from the homestead when Esme stopped. "I gotta pee. I'll go around behind this oak. Don't look!"
He laughed. "I gotta pee, too. We'll do it together." With that, they both went around the trunk and Esme squatted, pulling her panties down over her pale knees while Enzo leaned with one hand against the tree and pulled his zipper down, reached inside, pulled his cock out and directed the spray down at the base of the trunk as Esme was squirting, then dribbling, her pee out. She stared at the cock so close to her face. Not hard. Not yet. Watching the fluids splashing onto the ground.
The last time she saw that prick it had appeared about twice as big. He suddenly dropped down onto both knees and reached out his free hand. He spread the fingers under her slitty and got his hand all wet with her piss. Then he laughingly rubbed that pissy juice all over his now hardening member as she reddened.
"Pretty nasty, right?" He laughed again as he was shaking his cock of its remaining droplets. She whimpered softly then reached out to touch him. Running her fingers over his thickness. His hands gently took her head, caressing her shoulder-length hair, drawing her to him. With her mouth wide she sucked him in and tasted the tartness of the nasty pee.
'God,' she thought, 'I'm so dirty. I love it. I love it.' She squeezed his cock so hard with fingernails digging into the flesh that he gasped but simply stroked her hair, hunching his body, then beginning to face fuck her. He held her tightly while her spit drooled out around his cock. She was choking, trying to keep him all inside, trying to take it all. So tight in her mouth.
"Such a nasty little girl," he whispered lovingly.
Her tears fell as she felt the approach of an orgasm she had not had in months. So very long ago. Enzo was using her like a dirty little slut. Just what she had dreamed of so often and never had. She knew it was bad. It was so dirty. She wanted it. She took the cock as her fingers jammed up into her pussy and her juices flowed and ran down her bare legs to the forest floor. Her panties were soaked. She moaned now as his cock began to pump out his spunk into her eager mouth. Sucking and draining him. She did not want to waste any nasty cum.
He was still hard but they were done, for the moment. He pulled out, lifting her head up to let him see her hazel eyes. His own crinkled as he saw the joy in hers. Knowing he had pleased her while immensely pleasing himself, as well.
He rubbed his hands into the forest floor then rubbed them together, getting them all dried and fairly cleaned up. Esme took some tissue from her waist and dabbed her pussy. He took the tissue and stuffed it into his pocket to dispose of later. He grinned, lifting her up by an arm as she adjusted her panties and dress. It was slightly difficult getting his hardened thickened cock back into his trousers.
Standing there he took her upper arms in his hands drawing her closer, and she tilted her head a bit so his lips could cover hers and begin kissing her properly. She knew a proper kiss when she received it. It had been so long. He placed an arm about her and she put hers over his shoulders. He drew her arse closer, pressing his semi-hardness against her still wet and warm slitty while continuing to kiss and tongue her lips and mouth, tasting her neck, licking her ears, and sucking the tender sensitive tissue on her throat.
"I want to stay out here, making out, all day. But we cannot. Promises to keep, little one." With that, he licked her nose as she laughed and squirmed. "Later, little lover. Later."
Holding hands they strolled back to the house right around the corner, still in Natureland.
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Enzo was free to stay as long as he wished since no one had to do any cleaning or cooking for him. His cabin had a kitchenette. He was a big boy. He spent a lot of time writing. Esme used her time to go out and draw or do watercolors.
Andre was not down to visit Esme very often. When he did come he had another cabin or he stayed in town with his parents. More often he was doing that. The relationship between the two younger people was strained. Often Esme was asking her boyfriend to do things he was not going to do. Or, if he deigned to try it, he claimed he disliked it and it was never tried again.
One weekend he came out to visit and the two went to one of the vacant cabins. They had been talking freely at first but when they were alone together in the quiet cabin they seemed to lose their voices.
"Andre, let's just make love. Okay? Let's do that now. You need to show me how much you love me, Dre."
"Sure, babe. Of course. I love you so much. You know that. We're supposed to be together."
As he was speaking the two were slowly undressing and both laid across the quilt on the rustic bedstead. Her hand was tentatively reaching out to touch his face, getting closer to kiss his lips and gently pressing her fingers against his cock. He pulled his lips away and rolled over to lie between her spreading legs. He humped up to enter her wet pussy. It was always wet when she was aroused.
"Please, Dre, just fuck me hard, baby. Please, hon. Oh, fuck. Do it hard!"
He was thrusting his prick into her willing pussy with his slow and then fast rhythm. He stroked in and out, grimacing as he got closer after a few minutes.
"More, Dre. More, baby."
"I'm gonna cum, hon. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." And he shot his spunk into her pussy. She had not let him use the condom this time. That was one thing she did force him to do. To go bareback, promising she was safe. But she was softly crying with regret now, not having even got close to an orgasm. He rolled off in that seemingly thoughtless way of his.
"Thanks, babe. That's always so great, Esme." She turned aside and curled up.
He was up and getting dressed. "You remember I gotta do out to dinner with the parents tonight. I'll call you later to let you know what our plans are. Bye, now, babe." With that, he was leaving, heading out and to his car.
It was only a few minutes later when there was a tapping on the oak wood door. She reluctantly rose, drew her dress over her head, and went to the door wondering if he had returned for them to really talk. It was Enzo.
"Hey, mister. I'm kinda busy right now."
"Little one, let's just try to chat a bit. No pressure. You are clearly in distress right now. I am simply here for you. That's all. Come here, let's sit down." He took her hand and they went to the large easy chair. He sat and pulled her gently but firmly down onto his lap.
She was so embarrassed. She was flushed with her shame, especially since she knew her pussy was leaking out and onto her dress. It must be soaking into his lap as well. But this was Enzo. It was all okay.
"Nothing is bad. Nothing is dirty. It is good, my dear friend. It is all good if we are kind and trustworthy with each other. Talk to me. I am so good at listening. You know that well by now, Esme."
With that, she poured it all out. How many times she had tried to be the lover Andre wanted and dreaming of having a lover to do the things to her that made her so very hot and wet at night in her bed, alone, masturbating and masturbating, trying to come as she knew she could. The way she needed to orgasm.
Much of this Enzo had heard in her stories in the past. Perhaps he had understood her better than she thought. Perhaps she had not said it all so bluntly and clearly, but he had understood so much, and now he knew he could help. She was ready to trust him and let him in, physically and mentally. Esme was ready to make her own decisions now.
"Can you feel me wet, Enzo? Can you feel me soaking into your nice clean pants? I'm so nasty, I know that. I am a dirty little girl."
"My darling little one, I agree, but I think it is beautiful and grand to be nasty with sex. It is a waste of time if you don't really really enjoy it. Sex is not just to make babies. I don't think it ever has been for people. Even animals have sex just for pleasure. Some are even gay. They are not making babies. They are having dirty, nasty sex." He laughed, pulling her closer and snuggling as his lips touched hers.
"Okay, pops, I want that dirty sex. Open your mouth." He smiled then grinned, then opened wide as she leaned over him and drooled out some spit into his mouth. "There, is that filthy, mister?"
His response was laughter as he grabbed her waist and twisted up and around to fling her onto the bed. She had never put her panties back on after Andre and she had fucked. Only the dress was covering her. He sprang at her on the bed. He lifted up her dress and spread her legs widely apart, displaying her sparsely hairy pussy.
"I think your pussy is needing some attention, little one." His tongue was running up her damp thighs, still sticky from dripping her cunt juices. Some of Andre's cum was still dripping a bit from her pussy.
Enzo was licking the lips and tasting all of her filthy juices now. His tongue flicked over her small clit. He knew exactly where to find it and what to do with it. She squirmed, her body writhing with lust now. Little peeps of pleasure were escaping her lips. He wanted to relish everything about her cunt. His fingers spread the labia widely and he licked up and down slowly. In no rush, ever. He continued for a long time. Neither one of them cared to count the minutes.
Finally, with a shudder and an outcry, Esme had her first-ever orgasm from someone eating her cunt. The sticky fluids were all over Enzo's face as he crept up to kiss her and let her taste herself on his lips and cheeks. They kissed, even more, feeling the passion of love from kissing.
As they continued embracing and kissing he decided. He rolled her waifish body over, lifted her by the waist, and let her press her face down into the quilt with her arms splayed out and her buttocks jutting upward, her slitty spreading wide, her short curled pubic hairs covering her pussy. He took his cock in hand and guided it to her vulva. The thick head popped gently, slowly into the dripping, damp hole and, with a surge of lust, he rammed his prick into her cunt. She cried out with some pain but a complete passion.
"Do you like me fucking you, baby doll? I'm feeling that sticky spunk from your boyfriend. Let's see how it feels to fill up twice in one day." He laughed and kept ramming his hardness into her pussy. It got deep, so deep. Deeper than she had ever felt before. Thrusting his rod into her gripping pussy walls that seemed to suck at his cock. Her face was pushed down into a pillow and his strong hand gripped clumps of hair, jerking her head back, forcing her throat forward and mouth hung open with need and fulfillment, grunting with each jam of prick into cunt.
Esme was so tired. This was not what she was used to. Never had anyone made love to her so much, so roughly, and so enthusiastically, using her as a fuck toy. But her face was jammed down into the bed, her arse lifted and pinioned by a hard, almost angry cock, needing her, all of her, as she always wanted to be needed.
"Scream it out, little one. Yell for me. Tell me when you come for me, my darling girl."
"Mother of God, yes, pops. Oh, shit yes. I am, I am, I need that spunk inside me. Please make me come for you." She could barely gurgle it out with her face pressed firmly into the bed but he understood and let her know how he felt, as well. A stream of sticky cum shot out of his prick and into her pussy.
He had used her cunt, right after her boyfriend. She was a dirty little slut. But she knew she was a well-loved nasty girl. Her lover just showed her. She trusted him. And he trusted her to be herself, in every way, every day. She did not even want to move. Her arse stayed upward as Enzo pulled his cock out and slapped her buttocks.
"You were a bad girl, baby doll. You didn't tell me earlier what you needed." He laughed and kept spanking her and her arse writhed as he continued. She could not help having another massive orgasm.
Outside the open window, a cardinal was calling out across Natureland, "Pretty, pretty, preet, preet, preet."
Enzo picked Esme up, pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her properly. For a long time.
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