Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, First, .

Desc: Sex Story: Life is like that

She adamantly forced his wandering hand away and then wearily again after it returned but at the third attempt she conceded defeat as it gained the high ground, moving up under her halter-top conquering the supple hill. Two fingers crossed the aureole and then finding the protuberance, one circling it gently. She gasped from the strange new feeling of a man's hand where only her own had dared before.

Fervent promises of everlasting love breathed seductively in her ear as lips nibbled the lobe followed by an imperceptible whisk of the tongue and a gentle wind of heated air. She shivered with apprehension, not knowing whether from fear or desire, as lips barely touching, caressed her long neck interspersed with wet momentary contacts. Those lips then moved, fleetingly crossing the cheek finding hers. She gasped again, modestly turning her head inadvertently presenting the opposite earlobe, for the whispering of more persuasive words.

Her hands, mysteriously disconnected from her will - caressed the back of this seemingly irrepressible knight on a white charger invading her previously impregnable protective tower - leading him on. A sweet firm kiss on her neck resulted in her lips parting as she uttered a long ecstatic sigh sending shivers throughout her body. Suddenly his lips were upon hers and an alien tongue entered her warm inner wetness. She froze momentarily, shocked but unable to resist the daring intruder who now explored her sacred inner sea. Withdrawal became a non-issue as the two adversaries twirled about each other, then becoming playmates teasing and tantalizing in a passionate game of hide and seek.

Suddenly she realized that her hill was no longer occupied, having been abandoned by an underhanded scheme to invade another area of greater strategic importance. Having landed on her knee the interloper furtively and under the cover of camouflage gained substantial ground in his strategy to conquer her virginal forest.

Initially, contact pleased the mound as the forward unit of five digits scouted the sacred approach. Her body's defenses however, transmitted emergency signals, first to the mound, which feeling stimulated ignored the warning and deliberately deceived central control. That center though, quickly raised the alarm and called on drastic defensive measures. Her right hand caressing his back now become airborne on a defensive maneuver, converting to a battering ram as it landed, forcing a hasty retreat. There was no resistance until the invaders had fallen back to the knee, once there they refused to budge. A truce was called on the condition that all hostilities would cease and the delectable approach to the mound became a designated no-digit-land. The control center was not satisfied and thought the truce was precarious at best but the mound relishing the titillating signals from the knee thought it would be safe to enjoy them because of the truce and managed to appeased central control.

Meanwhile the game in the warm sea above had halted and another assault on the neck was in high gear. That led to another duel in the sea, which central control reluctantly accepted, provided the truce at the knee was strictly adhered to.

Before long however, central raised the alarm again. The invader had moved onto no-digit-land, breaking the truce and advanced to within a few digits of the forest mound. The thighs, which had been seduced into spreading innocently to allow the five titillating digits access, now slammed shut on the digit carrier.

Her hand was again instructed to fly a defensive maneuver but was only able to clasp the invading carrier's line of support

Central now sent emergency signals to the hips twisting and jerking them desperately. The danger could have been foiled, had it not been for the cowardly conspiracy of the mound, which now began to negotiate independently with the hypnotizing enemy for an honorable surrender.

The invading five digits retrenched slightly and then dug into the softest part of the long approach refusing to budge. The duel in the sea became gamely again while her hand eased its grip on the line of support and his returned to his back.

Central control was now desperate and proceeded to flash images into her mind's eye. She saw a young virgin in a wedding dress walking up the isle; her mothers face when she gave her that speech about the bird's and those irresponsible and dangerous bees; her priest in the confession booth; rice being thrown; a groom carrying his bride to the bridal bed and finally blood on a white sheet.

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