Will try to keep this short... like 3 or 4 parts...
It was long, long ago…
My father is a very powerful man of great wealth. I have grown up in a pampered life, wanting for nothing. Well, that is not exactly true. My mother died shortly after my birth and I was raised by a series of nannies while Father attended to his various duties. I know he adores me and probably loves me but he has never said it to me. The closest he comes is when he introduces me as his ‘lovely daughter’.
My nannies assure me I am a beautiful woman but what good is that when I do not have fun. My only free time is when I am not being tutored or going to church. At church I see the women about my age and after services they always gather and chat. I am not allowed to join them as they are beneath the family’s stature, whatever that means.
In my early teens I was allowed to walk the grounds of the estate and though I have forayed out many times the man servant told me I could never see the whole estate unless I rode a horse and Father is not inclined to let me do that. So I take my walks. Once in a lesser kept part of the estate through the brush I see several women my age frolicking in a small meadow. At first I think I must report these trespassers but I am fascinated as I watch. The women dance together to no music then the gather together and touch each all while completely undressed! And how they touch each other! At first I think they are hurting one another what with all the moans and writhing but I soon realize they are somehow getting pleasure from this.
I slip back to Father’s house and pray to be forgiven for what I have seen. That night as I lay in bed I reach between my legs and find I am warm and wet. I run my other hand over my breasts and find my nipples hard yet sensitive to my touch. Before long my legs straighten and spread and my back arches. Mo God, what was that???
I find myself sneaking out to the clearing every chance I get to watch for the women. When they are there I watch from my secret hideout in the brush. When they are not I do things I imagine they would do for me if I could join them. Today I am alone sitting on the ground with both hands buried between my thighs. Oh the bliss that comes over me. I am slowly catching my breath when I am startled by a woman’s voice that says to me “Come join us, Helena, I’m sorry we are late getting here.”
I look up at the most stunning naked woman…
Tree
It was long, long ago…
My father is a very powerful man of great wealth. I have grown up in a pampered life, wanting for nothing. Well, that is not exactly true. My mother died shortly after my birth and I was raised by a series of nannies while Father attended to his various duties. I know he adores me and probably loves me but he has never said it to me. The closest he comes is when he introduces me as his ‘lovely daughter’.
My nannies assure me I am a beautiful woman but what good is that when I do not have fun. My only free time is when I am not being tutored or going to church. At church I see the women about my age and after services they always gather and chat. I am not allowed to join them as they are beneath the family’s stature, whatever that means.
In my early teens I was allowed to walk the grounds of the estate and though I have forayed out many times the man servant told me I could never see the whole estate unless I rode a horse and Father is not inclined to let me do that. So I take my walks. Once in a lesser kept part of the estate through the brush I see several women my age frolicking in a small meadow. At first I think I must report these trespassers but I am fascinated as I watch. The women dance together to no music then the gather together and touch each all while completely undressed! And how they touch each other! At first I think they are hurting one another what with all the moans and writhing but I soon realize they are somehow getting pleasure from this.
I slip back to Father’s house and pray to be forgiven for what I have seen. That night as I lay in bed I reach between my legs and find I am warm and wet. I run my other hand over my breasts and find my nipples hard yet sensitive to my touch. Before long my legs straighten and spread and my back arches. Mo God, what was that???
I find myself sneaking out to the clearing every chance I get to watch for the women. When they are there I watch from my secret hideout in the brush. When they are not I do things I imagine they would do for me if I could join them. Today I am alone sitting on the ground with both hands buried between my thighs. Oh the bliss that comes over me. I am slowly catching my breath when I am startled by a woman’s voice that says to me “Come join us, Helena, I’m sorry we are late getting here.”
I look up at the most stunning naked woman…
Tree
Great stuff Tree!
