Spirit of the Wild Seed
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,932
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
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Tara had never had a kind life. Born poor, but beautiful, she was raised to be a bar wench. She spent nights, watching the men play poker in the bar from the balcony above, and, if requested, would join one at their side. They would usually play one or two more hands before taking her to their rooms and having their ways with her. She could think of lives that were far less pleasurable, but then again, she could think of ones that were more.
On one day in particular, Tara left the bar – where she lived – and went to buy a new dress. She had an account with the seamstress and knew she could get fitted and receive the dress in a few hours. As she walked in, she was greeted kindly, as always, by the owner.
“Why Tara, it's been a while since you came for a new dress” the older woman exclaimed, coming from around the back of the counter to hug the other. Tara smiled and ran her hand along the side of the store owner.
“Well, Ms. Elizabeth, You've not come and seen me across the way lately have ya?” she asked, teasing her long time friend. Leaning forward, she captured Elizabeth's lips in her own, wrapping her arms about the woman as she pressed her body against the other's.
Elizabeth responded equally, her arms wrapping about Tara, the kiss shared between them showing the care and lust they held between them.
After a few moments, Elizabeth broke the kiss, winking up at Tara. “Perhaps I shall have to come visit soon. I've missed what you can do with that tongue - aside from kiss.”
Tara winked and reached up, caressing one breast before moving to the dresses that hung against the wall “I would like a new dress” she said, changing the subject, as if the other had not existed. “Deep green, cut low at the breast, a high slit in the side.” she paused and turned back towards Elizabeth, “And that cut that shows off the curves you seem to love so much.”
Elizabeth stood, gaping for a moment before nodding, moving behind the counter to write all this down. She had a dress started already that she would be able to edit quickly. “It'll take me about 3 hours” she started, coming back around and taking Tara by the arm “I'll just need to measure it against you...”
Tara winked and followed the other woman to the back room, letting her dress be untied and fall to the ground, leaving her nude beneath. She had stopped wearing undergarments some time ago, the dresses tight enough to keep her breasts in place and it made the men – and few women – far less impatient.
Elizabeth smiled and moved forward, laying the garment on the settee nearby, running her hands over Tara's soft smooth skin. Slowly she lifted her hand to a breast, cupping it and running her thumb over the slightly hard nipple.
Tara gasped and closed her eyes, feeling Elizabeth's other hand move down her chest towards the slightly fur covered slit there. As fingers pried open the lips, she grasped hold of the settee, sitting down.
Elizabeth smiled sweetly, her fingers remembering instantly the exact spot of the other's clit, knowing exactly what made her knees buckle. Elizabeth was the one that captured the lips this time, her tongue plunging into Tara's mouth to dance about it delicately, her fingers working their magic on her lower regions. Elizabeth's thumb worked over the clit, fingers moving about and finally plunging into the hole below, the tips rubbing along the sides of her vagina.
Tara laid back on the settee, enjoying the pleasure that she received from her dear friend. She moaned sweetly and high as she was entered, pulling one leg into the air so that Elizabeth could get better access to her inners.
It was like this for some time more, and as Tara finally exited the store, her hair needed brushed again, and the smile upon her face spoke volumes. She waved to Elizabeth as she closed the door, moving across the street towards the bar, and her home, knowing that she would need a man before too long.
As she entered the bar, she was greeted by the tender([i]Been gone to see Beth again, ain't ya[/i]), as well as the few men in the bar who knew her. She nodded to them all before climbing the stairs towards her room. As she opened the door, she was surprised to see someone sitting on her bed waiting for her.
The man was handsome, to say the least. He had beautiful green eyes and perfectly tanned skin. His long brown hair was pulled back loosely, held only by a leather string. He wore a hat – as all did – to which he took off immediately. His chest was mostly bare, wearing only a black vest, showing off the pectorals and abdomen beneith. His tight ass and well muscled legs were shown off by his tight leather breeches, stained from a long ride through the dusty, wild lands.
Tara had never had a kind life. Born poor, but beautiful, she was raised to be a bar wench. She spent nights, watching the men play poker in the bar from the balcony above, and, if requested, would join one at their side. They would usually play one or two more hands before taking her to their rooms and having their ways with her. She could think of lives that were far less pleasurable, but then again, she could think of ones that were more.
On one day in particular, Tara left the bar – where she lived – and went to buy a new dress. She had an account with the seamstress and knew she could get fitted and receive the dress in a few hours. As she walked in, she was greeted kindly, as always, by the owner.
“Why Tara, it's been a while since you came for a new dress” the older woman exclaimed, coming from around the back of the counter to hug the other. Tara smiled and ran her hand along the side of the store owner.
“Well, Ms. Elizabeth, You've not come and seen me across the way lately have ya?” she asked, teasing her long time friend. Leaning forward, she captured Elizabeth's lips in her own, wrapping her arms about the woman as she pressed her body against the other's.
Elizabeth responded equally, her arms wrapping about Tara, the kiss shared between them showing the care and lust they held between them.
After a few moments, Elizabeth broke the kiss, winking up at Tara. “Perhaps I shall have to come visit soon. I've missed what you can do with that tongue - aside from kiss.”
Tara winked and reached up, caressing one breast before moving to the dresses that hung against the wall “I would like a new dress” she said, changing the subject, as if the other had not existed. “Deep green, cut low at the breast, a high slit in the side.” she paused and turned back towards Elizabeth, “And that cut that shows off the curves you seem to love so much.”
Elizabeth stood, gaping for a moment before nodding, moving behind the counter to write all this down. She had a dress started already that she would be able to edit quickly. “It'll take me about 3 hours” she started, coming back around and taking Tara by the arm “I'll just need to measure it against you...”
Tara winked and followed the other woman to the back room, letting her dress be untied and fall to the ground, leaving her nude beneath. She had stopped wearing undergarments some time ago, the dresses tight enough to keep her breasts in place and it made the men – and few women – far less impatient.
Elizabeth smiled and moved forward, laying the garment on the settee nearby, running her hands over Tara's soft smooth skin. Slowly she lifted her hand to a breast, cupping it and running her thumb over the slightly hard nipple.
Tara gasped and closed her eyes, feeling Elizabeth's other hand move down her chest towards the slightly fur covered slit there. As fingers pried open the lips, she grasped hold of the settee, sitting down.
Elizabeth smiled sweetly, her fingers remembering instantly the exact spot of the other's clit, knowing exactly what made her knees buckle. Elizabeth was the one that captured the lips this time, her tongue plunging into Tara's mouth to dance about it delicately, her fingers working their magic on her lower regions. Elizabeth's thumb worked over the clit, fingers moving about and finally plunging into the hole below, the tips rubbing along the sides of her vagina.
Tara laid back on the settee, enjoying the pleasure that she received from her dear friend. She moaned sweetly and high as she was entered, pulling one leg into the air so that Elizabeth could get better access to her inners.
It was like this for some time more, and as Tara finally exited the store, her hair needed brushed again, and the smile upon her face spoke volumes. She waved to Elizabeth as she closed the door, moving across the street towards the bar, and her home, knowing that she would need a man before too long.
As she entered the bar, she was greeted by the tender([i]Been gone to see Beth again, ain't ya[/i]), as well as the few men in the bar who knew her. She nodded to them all before climbing the stairs towards her room. As she opened the door, she was surprised to see someone sitting on her bed waiting for her.
The man was handsome, to say the least. He had beautiful green eyes and perfectly tanned skin. His long brown hair was pulled back loosely, held only by a leather string. He wore a hat – as all did – to which he took off immediately. His chest was mostly bare, wearing only a black vest, showing off the pectorals and abdomen beneith. His tight ass and well muscled legs were shown off by his tight leather breeches, stained from a long ride through the dusty, wild lands.