Chapter Eight - Hatched

"Samuel, Samuel," she yelled, "Where are you? I thought your Master said you should not leave my side at all."

"I am here," he replied from the carriage house. The gravel scrunched and shifted under her feet as she walked toward him.

"Here, you should be hungry as I am."

Yvonne held out a piece of pudding towards him and lured him into a dark and secluded corner of the carriage house.

Samuel tried to protest.

"Hungry? But we just ate two dozen mangoes Madam!"

Her eye started to glow red as she held unto his arms and sunk her teeth into his left breast. She heard the big man whimper, his two-hundred-pound frame was like putty in her hand as she tasted his fear and his dreams. His body nestled against the carriage and her body. Her hand roamed and found his trunk that hung beneath his calico shorts. She sighed and released him. The urge to feed was becoming more urgent as time passed and even though she had eaten a lot of food only the taste of thick, rich blood quenched her desires.

She watched as he awoke from the trance. It was as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, he blinked and looked around in confusion. Then he shook his head and continued unhitching the horse as if nothing had happened. She laughed at his reaction. Her power was growing within her and slowly she had eroded the obstacles to her plan.

Minutes later, she flung open the serpentine louvre windows in her bedroom and looked out to sea as the strong breeze from the coast held her hair in its embrace. She was piqued and the aroused trunk that she held in her hand a short while ago was still fresh in her mind. The thin material that covered her breasts gently caressed her nipples and they felt sensitive. Without even thinking, her finger found the rich nexus of her plump, rose bush and with each stroke, the petals of her womanhood opened and bloomed. It had been a while since she last pleasured herself but it was like riding a horse and within minutes she was in a gallop towards climaxing.

Her knees were raised and her ankles were crossed as her pussy held her fingers captive. She gasped as the first gale of pleasure crashed across her bows. After several strong winds, with her eyes closed she imagined Samuel in all his glory mounting her from behind and providing servicing that she needed. She panted and moaned followed by a thundering climax. Yvonne fell asleep with a smile on her face.

A few hours later

It was only her second lesson. She found out that the challenge of the deep end of his pool was just the thing to pique her curiosity about him. His strong, muscular arms supported her body as she practiced her flutter kicks. Strong, powerful thighs stirred the surface of the crystal blue water of the pool, but little did she know that beneath the water something else was stirring.

Her blouse clung to her body like cling plastic wrap and revealed the sculptured toned muscles of the woman who was eager to learn the different strokes in swimming. He found it difficult to curb his natural urge to stroke places on her body that teased his mind. The firm pole brushed against her body and despite containing her smile by concentrating, she knew she had him where wanted him to be. His mind was fertile for her seeds that she had been preparing to plant as hard metal plough farrowed deep grooves that would provide warm nourishment for what she sowed. She could feel the sinuses in his arms holding her body in the water and she wondered what else in him was straining. She was perfectly balanced on his arms with one mid-thigh and the other just above her breasts. With her arms out stretched, her nipples rose. Almost playfully, she shifted her weight.

"You were perfectly fine just where you were before."

She shifted upwards and away from him so that her right breast was nestled in his huge palm.

"Hey, I like it and it feels nice don't stop," she said softly.

"But what if…?" he asked as his voice trailed off.

"Shhh! You think too much Samuel just go with the flow and tell me when you are ready for me to stop kicking. I am enjoying myself and judging from what I've been feeling against my side you are too," Yvonne whispered.

"You are going to get me in trouble!" Samuel stuttered as he replied.

Yvonne laughed.

"Is that all you want to get into Samuel? I can feel your thoughts Samuel," Yvonne responded dryly.

"Hah!" Samuel laughed.

"Doesn't it feel good Samuel?" she asked.

Samuel gulped as if he was swallowing the water in the pool and looked around nervously.

"Why are you so nervous? Is this your first time touching a woman's breast?"

"No!" Samuel replied with composed reassurance in his voice.

"Ok, that's fine," she replied and resumed her kicking. Her nipple grew in his palm and his middle finger curled towards it. Since he did not know what her response would be, he was timid in his approach.

"Touch it," she replied softly.

Her eyes closed as his finger sent sensations through her body.

"Do you want to try it without the fabric in the way?" she asked after a few minutes.

"Yes but you asked for swimming lesson and not for petting. I'm controlled," he replied through his teeth.

"Hey come on. Life is to be lived. Samuel free your mind."

She shifted again and allowed her shirt to be released from its confinement.

"Crap, you didn't have on anything else under there?" Samuel asked surprised.

"Tsk…tsk," she replied as their flesh embraced.

"So, if you are feeling guilty Samuel why is your hand playing a symphony with my nipple? I knew you were always gifted but damn you have the touch. Can I find out what else you have hidden?" she smiled as the words left her lips.

Her left hand left the stone and held on around his neck. Slowly he released her and she floated like feather in the water. Her right hand found an anchor in his shorts.

"Oh yes," she replied. "That is what I thought."

Her hands glided over his shaft as it did the reins of a horse. Experienced and psychic, she read his mind as she freed him from confinement. Her eyes studied his face as if she was looking for a missing piece of a puzzle as her hand tease and played with his throbbing log. Her legs locked behind his back as she disturbed the water with the slow rhythm of her hips. Her movements deleted his worries and thoughts of them being discovered with each patient stroke she felt the sinews in his member deep within her vessel. Her eyes glowed with each thrust burying the purple head of his strong log deeper and deeper each time.

"Does this feel nice Samuel? I've been watching you and finally I have found out why you have been so chaste. You are so innocent but you can service a woman very well with this size tool," she whispered in his ears.

Their bodies united and created waves in the water that crested at the corners. Yvonne felt her horizon approaching as she bit her bottom lip and moaned softly until the moan turned to groans and then to cries of whimpering passion. Her climax was still held at bay but with each thrust of her hips it eventually broke through. She creamed Samuel's shaft with wave after wave of her cum. Her breasts jiggled as she struggled for breath as the country man started his stampede like a bull.

The hardened steel buried deep inside as he worked her pulsating kitty like a man trapped in the dessert. Her quivering bush was an oasis that he drained every last drop of his juice as they screamed in unison. She held her pose until she felt his throbbing penis quieten and wilted in the warm centre. Then she released her legs.

"Same time next week Samuel?" she asked and winked.

He struggled to catch his breath and shook his head instead of responding. She lifted the shirt over her head to reveal her breast with the grape-like nipples and the pinkish brown aureoles.

"Please Miss, stop tempting me. You are going to make me want to take you again woman." Samuel pleaded

Samuel's tool still stood firm and she looked down at his manhood.

"What are you going to do? Spank me?" Yvonne asked playfully and dropped the rest of her clothes.

"Shit!" Samuel said.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Yvonne replied and she was already on all fours in the shallow end of the pool.

Her pink lips beckoned his pole and without any more encouragement, Samuel eased into her wet hot snatch from behind. She gasped as it seemed to have grown in girth since she rode it. His right hand held her neck and the other cupped her breast. Samuel played her steamy nest like a violin. He pulled his notes long and hard, followed by soft keys and touched chords that she never even remembered existed. She had been screwed vigorously before but the virginal hood of Samuel made her happy that she did not learn to swim much earlier in life.

"Can I keep this?" Yvonne asked as she reached around and held the base of his member and used it to massage her clitoris.

The setting sun heated their skin as his log stoked her furnace. The wet sucking grip of her velvety muscle intensified Samuel's excitement as he begged for mercy. She showed him none. Samuel swore in his mother tongue as he climaxed.

"Oh Samuel, this could be you and I for ever and ever, wouldn't you love to be able to make love to me whenever you wanted to and not have to be afraid of anyone? Even to own your own piece of land and have apprentices working for you? To be able to walk with me beside you with your head held up high in Morant Bay and to be able to board a ship for Europe in Port Morant? I have money Samuel. The only thing I ask Samuel is one tiny favour," she said with her voice straining to catch her breath.

"Anything, anything, I can see myself dressed in my finest like Busha, strolling the streets with you on my arms in Europe and having slaves of my own," he replied with his eyes sparkling.

"Yes Samuel, I love a man with ambition," Yvonne replied, as she stroked his nipples gently with her fingers.

"What would you require of me Miss?" Samuel replied.

His eyes softened as she kissed him tenderly on his lips. His eyes fluttered as if it was the first time he had ever been kissed. Her hand stroked his limp phallus that still reacted to her touch.

She straddled him and as she eased down on his now erect shaft, she asked "Will you do it?"

"Yes, anything for you Miss."

She smiled and in a husky voice she said, "Give it to me Samuel."

His bulging veins at the side of his neck were too much for her to resist and her eyes glowed as her teeth sank into his neck. Their bodies and limbs entwined as did their moans and groans echoed by the pool into the early dusk. Her thirst for blood and his love stick had been quenched, she had seduced the virgin. His mind was now under her control not only by fear but the love of her pleasure.