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Is it truly ever the same when we try to
relive our youth? Maybe there is something else, something waiting
to be discovered. As Lauren returned to her sanctuary, our
place of lasting protection from our teenage years, it's history,
one mass twist, a darker passion might have forgotten. Is
she ready to explore the depths of her last Hi
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Mm hmm. So I hope you're laying on your bed
mm hmm. You'll close or loosened, maybe you don't lose
ear buns in now, just go ahead and close your eyes,
sander to the pleasure of my voice caressing over your body.
And when you're ready to submit to pleasure, just go
ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it
for a moment and then let it over the side,
letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next
twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.
You have decided this is your time, your time to relax,
your time to send your satisfaction, your time to release
those in the passions. HM. As she listened to my
voice and filled the story caressing your body, the grass
felt damp as Lawrence stopped in the middle of a clearing.
The sun was already setting, making her lazy way towards
the horizon. The moon was glowing, casting her silvery veil
across the forest around her. Laurence sighed as she watched
the stars twinkle to life. They're pinpoints of radiance, emphasizing
the presence of the moon, somehow underlining her authority in
the night sky. She really couldn't remember which direction she
was meant to be going. She had been in this
forest years ago. I knew these were only trees, so
they didn't change that much, But damn if she couldn't
find the path she wanted. The whole forest looked so
different now. It might only be fifteen years ago, but
what had happened to these trees? She didn't even really
know why she wanted to visit the old chapel. Years ago,
it was a run down building. God knows if it
was even still standing. But when she was younger, the
chapel had always been the place to escape to. Whenever
there was problems or troubles at home, she could just
go to the chapel and escape hide out for a
few days. It truly was her sanctuary. Of course, as
she grew up and realized that that broke and down
building couldn't offer any security, she stopped using it, and
somewhere over the midst of time it just disappeared from
her thoughts. Until now. Now she felt like she needed
the chapel more than ever. The chapel held all the
answers she was never one to admit when she was
wrong or even lost, so she wasn't about to start now,
just continuing to push through the undergrowth despite there not
being any obvious path, she allowed the thorns and branches
to pull at her skirt and clothing, the repeated sound
of ripping material just fueling her desire to push further.
She knew it was here, somewhere. It had to be.
Old buildings just don't get up and walk away, and
you really didn't get much older in these parts than
the chapel. It might have taken an hour, maybe two,
but eventually Lauren stumbled over a path which looked vaguely familiar.
Following it, every step seemed to be a step back
in time, back to when she was so much younger,
and she still felt hopeful for the life ahead. She
couldn't be sure, but Lauren thought she could smell the
dying embers of a fire, that same smell she had
smelled so many times when she was here, when she
was younger, when the chapel had been a destination for
all of them, a place they could sleep out at
night and not have to worry about putting up a tent,
a place where they had some of the best parties
Lauren had ever attended, and her dark secret was that
she'd actually lost her virginity in this very chapel over
the altar, if you're interested. They had both been young
and naives, so the fact it was on the altar
was the most memorable thing about it. Mark was nice enough,
but Lauren realized soon after that he wasn't the man
for her. The moonlight cast its eerie glow over the
bark of the trees, illuminating them in the most beautiful way.
As she traveled along the path deeper into the forest,
the Mark seemed to smart to life, glowing in the moonlight,
and even in the darkness of the night, this path
felt strangely familiar, almost as if she could be walking
it again, just as she had all those years ago.
Eventually it opened up into a wide area amongst the trees,
The familiar tumbledown stone of buildings long since forgotten decorated
the ground. When they were kids, they would tell each
other that the buildings were once part of a grand
mansion of an incredibly wealthy family, built to humidity by
the devilish antics of one son who had brought nothing
but shame to his family name. Eventually, the story went,
the locals, who were extremely religious, burned the mansion to
the ground, believing the son was the spawn of Satan himself.
The legend went that although he was in the house
with many of his lovers, as the building was engulfed
with flame, none of them screamed, no one shouted, Not
one of them begged for mercy, knowing they were destined
for their rightful place in the flames of hell. It
was always a favorite story set around that Campfigre, and
every year they would decorate it. While there would be
more illustration, more passion into the story, there had been
a time when Lauren had taken more than a passing
interest in the local legend. She actually investigated the old
building that had been on the side, and it was
true there was once a mansion, and what's more, the
family that owned it did actually fall under hard times
within a single generation. The reports, such as they were
at the time, seemed to say that the fire had
actually been accidental, and the son of the devil who
had perished in the flames was nothing more than a
young man troubled by his sexuality. Back then, times were different,
and many things would be cast as the devil's work,
particularly the homosexual sun of a wealthy, prominent family. The
moonlight seemed to isolate the chapel with its veil as
she approached the forest around it, disappearing as the light
gently danced across the old stone, casting a magical aura
over the grave fatire. There was almost something relaxing without
seeing this building once more, after all this time. Laurence
sighed as she stood on the edge of the clearing,
holding her breath for a moment and just absorbing the
view in front of her, a view she thought she'd
never see again, or ever really want to, And yet
here she was, staring at over three hundred year old
stones for all her life, feeling like she had returned
home once again. It was true, as much as she
wanted to deny it, as much as she wanted to
pretend this was part of her imagination, she dannwell missed
this place and all its collapsing history, all than she
thought possible. Taking a deep breath, Lauren took a step
forward and pushed her way through the undergrowth that surrounded
the old chapel. A fog of insects sparkled in the moonlight,
disturbed from whatever slumber. They were engaged in pushing her
fingers through the knotted ivy. Lauren eventually discovered the edge
of a nutjar door. The door had been opened this way,
certainly ever since she had known this place. Occasionally people
would tear down the ivy so locals might visit the
old chapel, But somehow, always, within days, the ivy had
grown and the undergrowth returned to ensure the building's entrance
was hidden from all those that didn't already know, or
maybe the chapel didn't want knowing. As she pushed through
the undergrowth into the building beyond, she had to admit
the gap between the door and the wall felt a
little tighter than it had when she was younger. Perhaps
the door had moved after all. Perhaps the ivy had
bordered a little more closed than it had all those
years ago. After all, that was the only sensible conclusion
Lauren could reach about the change in circumstances. A carpet
of greenery covered the floor. Briefly, glimpses of moonlight ignited
the dew that hung on the leaves, diamonds glittering over
the ancient stone. Just as when she was younger, there
were moments when Lauren felt the chapel was speaking to her,
intrusting her with the secrets of this old building and
charging her or keeping the secrets safe. There was something
truly magical in this chapel. Lauren felt it felt like
she belonged to it, as if the place was where
she always wanted to be. How could she possibly have
denied herself for all this time? Pulling the undergrowth from
a stone's seat beneath an old mully and window, Lauren
reclined and closed her eyes, releasing all the stress of
the day. It was here, she remembered, here where she
could feel truly safe within these walls. She could never
explain why, but she really did feel safe here, oddly enough,
safer that when she was in any church the other building.
Here truly was her sanctuary. Listening to the sounds that
echoed gently around the hollow room, the comforting whisper of
a natural spring bubbling life into a front, relaxing and
inviting her to sleep, to immerse herself in the relaxation
that gently posed in the fabric of this building. How
long she slept, she couldn't be shun or she did
know that when she awoke, she wasn't alone anymore. Two
men occupied the shadows on the edge of the room,
their broad shoulders domedamating her view. Content to remain hidden
within the shadows, Lauren pressed herself back tighter against the wall,
Unsure who these men were or their intentions, she certainly
didn't want the day to get any worse. There was
a strange tension between the two men. Lauren couldn't decide
if it was anger of frustration or maybe something else,
but certainly the electricity seemed to crackle through the air
as the two men stalked each other around the stone
altar in the center. Suddenly, a clap of flesh echoed
in the chapel, the sounds of two strong bodies embracing,
engulfing each other in their muscled grasps. The sound more
felt than herd as it resonated around the chapelsing laurent
to WinCE at the sensation that vibrated through her body.
The two men pressed their jests together, fingers entwined as
they wrestled each other against the altar. Lauren's pupils dilated
at the erotic power plane unfolding before her. These two
men seemed to be battling each other for supremacy, to
see who would be in charge, and suddenly Lauren realized
her pussy was trembling, aching at this pleasurable thought. Whiting
on her lip, Lauren tried desperately to suppress a wildfire
of passion who was already growing inside, a gentle whimper
that dropped from her lips as she watched the two
men's hands moving over then naked torsos, an energy vibrating
between them, these men more powerful than she could imagine possible,
an electricity that lit up the dark hair, igniting the
space in the chapel. Their thumbs pressed into their tight muscles,
pushing deeply, with their fingernails digging into each other's chest,
tormenting their already erect nipples as they pinsed them roughly.
The two men lost in each other's cases, consumed by
an erotic desire that Lauren could only watch, spellbound by
her own lustful thoughts, as their hands squeezed over the
tight muscles of their abbit and pushing lower her, their
hands gripping each other intimately, and one of the men
set they reached down and unbuckled the other's jeans, tearing
the leather belt from the denim hoops before letting the
cascade down his thighs, amassing into a heap around his ankles,
before grabbing the man's swollen cock and stroven through his shorts.
The deep moans of a frustrated desire echoed in the
chapel as he squeezed his partner's erection tightly and gently
milking the tip. Your pretty little cock. Want to come?
She heard one man ask, and watched the couple engrossed
in their desires as the other nodded his reply. Not yet,
not until I say, the first man said. And now
you can get on your knees and make my cop
tremble with your lips. And when you've tasted every last roll,
I might consider letting you come in my ass. Lauren's
fingers dug into her thighs, Pressing through the gentle materials,
she stroked the sensitive skin. It never considered watching two
men together could be so erotic and so pussy tingling,
But right now she couldn't think of anything hornier than
watching these two men fuck the daylights out of each other.
Her own slick already kissing down her thighs, stroking the
soft skin it's her desire grow and stopping herself as
she realized she was standing in anticipation, trying to get
a better view of the man who knelt on his knees,
lavishing his tongue around the shout that trembled before him,
his lips sucking gently along every inch of that sensitive cock.
Every movement of his mouth screamed that he worshiped the
cock in front of him, Cupping the man's bulls and
squeezing them gently as his fingers pushed further back, tormenting
him further, forcing his cock even stiffer as it trembled
with passion. Even in the moonlight, Lauren could watch it,
throbbing with desire. Every motion between the two men occupied
her thoughts obsessively. She watched as the one stood pushed
his fingers through his own hair as if flaunting his
cock in front of the other's mouth, tormenting him with
the pleasure he so desired, proudly displaying the impressive of
his erection as he pushed it towards his partner's mouth. Slowly,
his lips slid over the tip of the man's cock,
his mouth stretched to take him fully and deeply in
his throat. Lauren's fingers pressed against her sudden panties, massaging
her lips, her clip through the soft material, matching the
speed and rhythm of the man's head as he slipped
his mouth along that impressive length, taking his cock deep
into his throat. As Lauren pushed her fingers between her
wet lips, fucking deep into her pussy without even thinking,
as if hypnotized by watching the pendulous motion the man
giving a blow job. As his pace quickened, his head
moving faster, the passion rising, Lauren's fingers pushed deeper into
a pussy, fucking herself would determined thrust, wanting to come
in perfect time. As that cock exploded in the man's mouth.
For a moment, she could imagine the taste of kissing
come from his lips, and the tight skin of their
chest and down their stomach, and what those two men
might do to a fragile body as they explored each
and every our office to satisfy their desires. Lauren could
feel her orcassen rising, accelerating as a body tensed, watching
the man's fingers pulling into his partner's hair, his mouth
taking that cock even deeper as his balls slapped on
his chin. With each pussy electrifying thrust, Lauren could almost
feel his balls tightening, his pre come rising as his
cocked rem in the man's throat, tasting that first hint
of pleasure as he fell deeper and harder. Owning his mouth.
Her fingers grasped their breast, squeezing them tightly as she
watched his button's tense and thrust that hard cock even
more urgently into the welcoming mouth of the man on
his knees. There was a voice suddenly, somewhere in the darkness,
a voice that just said, you can come for me now.
Her thighs tensed around her hand, gripping it tightly as
her fingers pushed deeper, watching the two men melt into
a pool of desire as his body tensed him. With
perfect timing, the man on his knees thrust a finger
deep into his ass, forcing an explosion that consumed his
whole body. The streams of white come spilled down his
chin and dripping over the tight muscles of his chest.
Unable to control her orgasm any longer, Lauren's fingers pushed
deep inside her pussy, Her thumb rubbing her clip with
vicious desire, as her fingernails dug into her breast and
her body erupted, her orgasm cascading through every cell. Closing
her eyes, she sank into the oblivion of erotic pleasure,
and somewhere in the distance, she could hear her voice
moaning that deepest pleasure, guttural and animalistic. There was no
sense run to the words, just sheer, unadulterated passion that
consumed her mind and body. Opening her eyes, Lauren realized
that Chapel was silent, painfully aware she had screamed her
pleasure of football to here, and that she was now
the focus of the two men's attention as they talk
towards her. Everybody's naked and listen with come sa Part
one of that tool story. Will I hope you've enjoyed it?
Part too? Next week? Can I own? If you could
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What could be going on there? Wow, you're just gonna
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