Jesse, Beach day

Jesse gasped, her small chest rising subtly as her bespectacled brown eyes flicked across the page. Her hips shifted as warmth seeped into her core, her plump mound showing through her bikini hotter than the summer heat. A trill of pleasure hummed in her chest, escaping her with a start. Flicking her gaze across to the other beachgoers the momentary thrill ebbed seeing as she was alone on this particular corner of the beach. Grateful that no-one had been close enough to hear her make such an undignified sound over the subtle wind, she returned to her book.

Jessica moaned loudly as she thrust once, driving her mighty spear deep into the depths of her concubine's feminine lips. The woman beneath her responded to her mistress' sound of feral bliss with many muffled of her own, her pussy plumbed so deep as to **** her eyes to roll back and observe the perverse thoughts that had led her to this very moment. She bit into the gag once more, her body convulsing mightily in response to yet another climax. What was this? The fifth? Nay, it had to be so much more, with the ragged state of her mind and the tarnished state of her body. Her muscles tired incredibly, her curvaceous beautiful skin now slicken with sweat and heat. A hand grabbed her by the chin, forcefully bringing her gaze to wander up to her mistress midway through the sparks shooting up her spine. "Watch as I lay ownership over you completely, you are mine, wench, and I will father a litter from your worthless womb". An explosion of cu-

"Havin' a bit of fun there I see! Ah, to be young and so careless! I do miss it!"

Caught up in the story as she had been, Jesse nearly chucked her book at the stranger.

"Heeheehee! Ooh got you by the short ones didn't I? Well let's have it! Which of the seven concubines were you just reading getting their pussy fucked sideways?"

The cackling (because that's the only thing it could be called) that the stranger made at Jesse's aroused/confused state was unmistakably cartoonish and evoked late october vibes.

"wh-wha? Who?" Jesse asked, now sitting up, shocked and book now forgotten.

"Yes, yes, the book! Little girl. gagh! Fuck these youngsters and their propriety. I've read it, of course I've read it! Now, which of the concubines would you like to be traded with? Perhaps Aedeline? I bet you like a good tentacle fuck, all you nerdy types always get down for that for some reason... or maybe lady Kathryn? Everybody loves being the town cum-dump, or at least that's been my diagnosis!"

"uhm..." Jesse said, shifting awkwardly. She glanced down at herself, blushing as she realized she could clearly see her mound through her bikini and a few drips seeping down between her warm thighs.

This was all a bit too much for her, she knew what the woman was asking... it was just kind of crazy? Not to mention the whole witch get-up? She glanced down at the book. it was at least mildly embarrassing...

"Ah, see now, you need to loosen up a little okay?"

The elderly woman's tone shifted, soothing Jesse's nerves in a way that felt all too good.

"Here, a little gift, books just don't compare with the real thing."

curiously she chucked what looked initially like nothing more than a rock. It landed softly on the towel beside Jesse. Only after a closer look did Jesse notice it wasn't a true orb with instead many flat faces with numbers written all over.

"ooh, 19 eh? thats a good omen if ever I saw one!"

Looking down at the die Jesse could see that, in fact, the 19 was facing up. Curious... but just looking at it, she really wanted to use it... however that went. She'd always kind of had a weird eccentricity about these things. If it was something she could fidget with she was probably going to be using it excessively.

She was about to pick it up when the woman cut her off.

"eh-eh-eh! Careful!"

She looked as if she was about to go into some kind of important speech before she winked.

"No refunds!"

With that she turned around and started to trot off as if just another day.

Jesse watched her walk away, noting that the shape of her from this angle wasn't so bad while wondering what all of it was about. She glanced down, not too surprised to see that she'd picked up the die. It was kinda of a bad quirk of hers that she'd always just picks up things and start fiddling. It had always been a bit of an issue where she'd need to watch herself going through trinket shops and things like that. Already she was twisting it, feeling its semi-sharp edges and running her fingers across the subtle groves in it's arching-lightning design.

When she glanced back up the woman was gone.