The Ferris Wheel
The bridge we were walking over spanned a creek swollen with recent rain, and as it rushed past, it roared in a fit of white noise so intense that it obscured virtually all other sound, leaving us in a sort of sonic snowglobe where time wasn’t quite synched up with the rest of the world. We moved as if in slow motion, every smile, every flip of hair, every step in half speed, like some badly conceived shampoo commercial. It’s weird how your senses will freak out like that when one of them is overloaded, but it gave me precious moments to look more closely at this girl whom the creek had transformed into a vision of silky, bouncy, well-conditioned, and conspicuously dandruff-free blonde hair.
It was our first date, and we were still in the process. You know, The Process by which all participants in the date figure out the rules and the agenda. We knew each other, not well, but we had worked at the same place for six months or so, and finally the flat out lust I felt every time I saw her talked me into doing something about it. I wasn’t very confident, as I was significantly older than she was, but apparently she had a thing for me, too, because within a minute of my proposal, she had agreed to come out to this small town fair as our first date.
I’m not going to go into all the pros and cons of her personality, and her background, or her likes, dislikes, and ambitions. I had a lot of information in those areas, but to be quite frank, it was the lust that had gotten me to this point, and it was the lust that I was listening to at that moment. Just plain, old-fashioned want-to-get-into-her-pants-itude. She was cute, not beautiful, not a stunner the way some are, but with the shoulder-length blonde hair, the palest of pale skin, the bright blue eyes, and the light, natural makeup, she was the embodiment of the Girl Next Door. If you stopped there and didn’t investigate further, it was easy to overlook her. But there was a particular moment when she wore a particular outfit in a particular pose one day that I came to the realization that had brought us to that point. She had tits.
One day she wore a blouse a little snugger than the others, and turned in a way that gave me a perfect silhouetted view as the fabric hugged her, and I saw big, full showstopping tits. The kind of tits you can cup in your hand and still have enough left over to jiggle. They rode high and proud, and I could tell that her bra wasn’t there so much to hold them UP as to hold them IN. And in that moment, I wanted them. I wanted them because no one else noticed them. I wanted them because it made me look more closely and see the long legs under the khaki slacks, and the slightly thick, bubble ass that needed its own soundtrack when she walked down the hall. I wanted them most of all because they were beautiful.
And they were beautiful that night, too. She wore one of those faux retro t-shirts that hug all the girls’ curves without technically showing anything off. It showed off those tits so well that my cock started getting hard every time I looked at them, so I had to make eye contact or risk spending the evening in an ever-constricting underwear prison. Just a brown t-shirt, a snug pair of jeans, and a pair of sneakers, and I would have sworn she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I wanted to Fuck her. Not fuck her, but Fuck her. Not the kind of time-wasting, nothing-better-to-do, let’s-see-what-you-got fucking you did in high school. And not the room-spinning, fumbling-for-clasps-and-zippers, trying-not-to-puke fucking you did after the bar. But a life-changing, full-attention, everything-throbbing, who-needs-food? kind of Fucking that would forever change the way I thought about brown t-shirts and the way she would feel about first dates. So I started to do something about it.
I stopped on the bridge, pulled her closer, and asked something she couldn’t quite hear over the eardrum-numbing roar from below. I asked again, and she still couldn’t make it out. So I pulled her closer, moved her hair out of the way with my cheek, slipped my arm around her waist, and whispered,
“Would you mind terribly if I kissed you now? I hate suspense.”
Her eyes widened as she digested what she’d heard, and after a second her cheeks flushed, and she smiled, and I knew it was going to be a fun evening.
“Sure,” she said. “Frankly, I’ve been thinking about it since I got into your car.”
I moved my lips to hers as she leaned into my arm around her waist and kissed her on the bridge as crowds of people walked past on their way to the fair. Just an exploratory peck at first, then she moistened her lips a bit and really started to put me to work. Soon her tongue was flicking in and out against mine, and she turned her head to get a better angle. Right then, I disconnected, straightened up and grabbed her hand firmly as I said,
“Come on, let’s go to the fair. I have a feeling it could be fun, don’t you?”
She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, smiled a little sideways smile, and came with me without a word.
We did all the things people do at a fair: drank beer, ate fair food, listened to a couple of bands play, played some games, people-watched. Everywhere we went, I saw men looking at her longingly, some out of the corner of their eyes, some blatantly. A group of guys leaning against the fence got treated to another quick make-out session, a group of teenagers by the river got to see us do it some more. She figured out quickly that I was drawing it out, making her wait, and she played along, teasing me herself. She would rub a breast along my arm while we were in line behind some blue-hairs, wiggle her ass at me when she knew I was looking.
On the Ferris wheel, there was no holding back. Tongues crashed together. Lights flashed as the big wheel dipped us into the crowd and back out again, into the cool night air. My hands found her breasts underneath her shirt and she gasped when my fingers found her nipples and squeezed. We could hear voices when we came back around to the bottom of the wheel, but we couldn’t be bothered to stop what we were doing. My hand slipped down the back of her jeans and played with her ass a little while, then she shifted her weight so I could get even deeper. A quick dip into the pool of juices forming underneath her pussy, then back out as we felt the wheel begin to slow. I playfully sucked my finger clean in front of her, then kissed her quickly before it became our turn to disembark.
“Tasty,” she said, and smiled that sideways smile again.
People stared at us as we got off the wheel, murmuring behind their hands or just plain gawking, the men looking envious, the women disgusted. A couple of teenaged boys gave me high fives, and she giggled, knowing then as she had on the wheel that we had put on quite a show.
She grabbed my arm tightly and pulled herself close, rubbing those fantastic tits against me and purring into my ear.
“Time to go soon,” she whispered, “I have to get home.”
“What time do you need to get there?” I asked.
“In about two hours,” she said, smirking.
I smiled back, knowing that it only took forty-five minutes to get to her place from the fair. Back to the field where we had parked we raced, walking as fast as the crowd would allow, holding hands and laughing the whole way. We found the car quickly, and I was amazed as I looked around at the hundreds of cars parked nearby, where there had been only a dozen or so when we arrived.
I opened her door and let her in, got into my side and started the engine. Got the a/c working, and was preparing to put the car into drive and make a mad dash for somewhere more secluded, when she said,
“Kiss me.”
I leaned over the center console and kissed her as I hadn’t allowed my self to on the bridge. Fully, deeply, passionately, I let her know at that moment how badly I wanted her. That kiss went on and on forever, as kisses of that type tend to do. Her hand found my hair as mine found hers, and I ran my fingers through it until I got to the nape of her neck. I grabbed a handful of her blonde locks and roughly pulled her even deeper into my kisses, and she whimpered just a bit, then bit my lip playfully.
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With my hand on her neck and her tongue in my mouth, I started using my other hand to explore the objects of my original affection. Her breasts were as firm as they looked, and they responded quickly to my attentions. Soon my caresses encountered the firm little knots of her nipples through the lightly padded t-shirt bra she was wearing. She whimpered a little more when I started circling one of them with the tip of my finger, putting just enough pressure on it that she could feel it through her bra. I sucked on her tongue a little when I finally started flicking the nipple itself lightly through her bra, and she moaned, throwing her head back and breaking the lock we had on each others’ faces.
Never one to miss an opportunity like that, I began to nibble, kiss, and suck on her neck, and she started clawing at my back and moaning more deeply. In one motion, I pulled her t-shirt and bra up to her neck with my left hand, and pulled her more closely with my right. I began kneading her perfect breasts with both hands, and as I leaned in closer, I noticed that her nipples were a bright rosy pink, areolae the size of a poker chip and slightly puffy. Perfect. I gently rolled one of her nipples between the thumb and middle finger of my right hand, while my lips found the other. I used the flat of my tongue to stroke the entirety of her sensitive nipple area at once, and her breathing quickened even more. Then I flicked that rosy little morsel with my tongue a few times, and she gasped as I mimicked the action with the forefinger of my other hand as I continued to roll her nipple.
She started to rise from her reclined position at this, and I got a little worried that the night was ending, but she was just adjusting herself. Her new upright angle let her tits fall heavily into my hands, and they were firm and solid, with no sag whatsoever. Those things couldn’t have held a pencil underneath them! When I paused a bit in my attentions to marvel at my good fortune, she went on the offensive.
She leaned forward into me until I was slanted backwards and started kissing me with the fervor of a woman on a mission. She supported herself with one hand on the center console, and I could feel her nipples drawing patterns on my chest as her bare breasts swung freely with her every move. Her free hand wasted little time finding my cock bulging through my jeans, and she grabbed what she could of it tightly, humming happy little tunes to herself, while she bit my lip. She began using her fingertips to lightly stroke the length of my cock then, pausing to tap the head as I had her nipples. I gasped whenever she did this, and she giggled a little, knowing she was getting her revenge.
I opened my eyes and saw shadows moving through the fog on the windows, and thought it was about time to get this little interlude finished up. So I sat up quickly, pushing her back again until she was half reclined, and she sighed long and loud as I began to unbutton her jeans. Once opened, I looked down and saw the soft down of her white, firm belly trail down into a pair of orange cotton panties. She squirmed a bit, trying to get her jeans to slide down for me, but I put my fingers on her stomach to stop her, as that was my job.
I wiggled my fingers into the space between her panties and her jeans, and started kissing her again, not letting her concentrate on what I was doing. Her wiggles had dislodged her pants enough that there was room for me to maneuver my fingers easily, so I decided to take advantage. I lightly touched her panties over her pubic mound and felt the telltale steel wool sensation of hair, and a lot of it. Was she unshaved? I was going to have to wait to find out, as I had a plan and meant to stick to it.
I kissed her harder then, beginning to softly stroke up and down on the damp area over her pussy lips. I wasn’t putting enough pressure on them to feel them very well, but they seemed thick and pouty. Up and down, slowly, softly, I let my fingers explore, always lifting up just before they hit the area where her clit should be. I waited until she had soaked her panties into a sodden mess before I let my fingertips softly brush her nubbin, and found it swollen and surprisingly large under the wet cotton. She gasped and grabbed my arm tightly at the contact, so I took advantage of the movement to pull my hand out of her jeans and slip it under the waistband of her panties.
I immediately felt the long, wet strands of her bush underneath my fingers. It was so long it seemed as if it might never have been trimmed! Then I let my fingers slide to one side, found a little stubble at the edge of her pantyline, and figured that she kept her bush trimmed into a neat V, but never cut the hair down. A first for me, and I was fascinated. I opened my eyes as I continued to kiss her and found her staring at me worriedly. She was wondering whether her furry little bush was going to be a turn-off, so I answered by letting my middle finger slide down to rub her clit. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she moaned loudly into my mouth then, and I began to kiss her neck.
She started whispering to herself when I began using the flats of two fingers to caress her clitoris in a circular motion, her little girl voice cooing “yeah” and “uh-huh” over and over again. I smiled, knowing I had her where I wanted her. I continued rubbing her clit with the same motion for a while, letting the sensations build up into the frenzy that I knew was going to be the best orgasm I had created in a very long time.
Her breathing quickened noticeably again after a minute or two, and I switched tactics so as not to let her off the hook too soon. I used my fingers to pull down on her pussy lips, stretching them and massaging them until the juices literally flowed over my fingers, then slipped one into the tightness of her pussy. Her whole body stiffened, and she froze until I started to suck on her erect nipples. She quivered a little then, and even more when I curled my finger inside her and began to stroke that sensitive little area behind her pubic mound - the G spot. Her eyes were wide open and staring at the roof of the car, and she kept whispering “So good, so good,” over and over again until her hips started to buck and her hand grabbed my forearm and pulled it down into her crotch as hard as she could. I felt her pussy tighten around my finger, and it began to convulse as I bit lightly on her nipple. The whispering stopped, and a long “uhhhhhhhhhh” was all she could manage for several seconds, its pitch rising and falling as she thrashed about in her seat.
Finally, her eyes rolled down out of her head, and I smoothly removed my hand as she relaxed into a seated position. The expression on her face was one of relief and joy and longing, and I kissed her quickly. Just to prove my dominance over her, I slipped my still sodden finger into her mouth and we shared the taste of her orgasm, she lapping at it greedily.
We finally came to our senses and looked around, and even through the foggy windows, we could see that things were vastly different. The field, once filled with cars, was empty of all but one or two! Hundreds of people had walked by the car while we had our fun, and a few had even scrawled messages into the light film of dust that had settled onto the car’s windows from the parking traffic. “Fuck Her!” “Nice tits!” “Beat that pussy up!” Apparently we had had an audience!
She looked around and started to giggle as she realized what had happened. She pulled down her shirt and started zipping her jeans as I put the car into gear to beat a hasty retreat before a passing police car wondered why we were the only ones there.
“That was amazing,” she said as we drove toward home. “I knew you were worth taking a chance on.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Were you that worried about having a good time?”
“No, I was worried because you’re the first man I’ve been with since I was sixteen. I’ve been a practicing lesbian until about five hours ago. I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a hard time taking my eyes off of you, and when you actually asked me out, I started lusting after a man for the first time in a long time. The four days since you asked me out have been excruciating. And I just had the best orgasm of my life. Is all that weird?”
“Ummm, no. Not weird. Hot, yes. Weird, no. And I’m even more turned on by it. Is that weird?”
“Nope,” she said, grinning. “It looks like going to the fair is going to be a hell of a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be. And who knew I loved Ferris wheels so much?
The End
The Horny Goddess
I was in the college library, using what I guess are called carrels, relatively private rooms that aren’t quite rooms, more like cubicles. You can hear slightly what is said in adjacent carrels but normally it’s so quiet or barely audible that it doesn’t matter. This time, I had reached a spot in my studies where I stopped to mull over what I had just read. Try to understand it better. I guess I really wasn’t as interested as I thought because when I heard two girls talking in the next carrel, I purposely perked up my ears to try and listen to what they were saying.
“I don’t want to give up my virginity but I get so darn frustrated so often. I’m doing myself all the time. But I’ve been thinking. Oral sex still leaves me a virgin, technically doesn’t it? If I could just find a guy that liked to eat pussy, that would go down on me and give me orgasm after orgasm, I’d become his sex slave. I want someone to do that to me so bad I can hardly stand it.”
“Doris, don’t wish for something that you might regret if you got it. Oral sex, any sex, isn’t worth getting too excited about. When the right guy comes along, everything will work out.”
I had to see this girl that badly wanted someone to eat her. If she was good looking at all, I’d volunteer gladly. I’d never done it but I was about as hooked on thinking about it as that girl was. I mean, here I am in college and still a virgin but wanting to change that as soon as possible. I gathered my stuff together and as quietly as possible sneaked out in the direction of the main door into this area. I wanted to get in a position where I could see the girl that left that carrel. I wasn’t sure exactly how to go about it but I wanted to offer my services. I sat in an empty carrel right next to the door, where I could keep an eye on whoever left that carrel where the girls were.
Very soon, less than a minute, a girl came out. Wow! She’s downright gorgeous. Dark red hair, beautiful face, perfect body. A ten! A twenty if the scale goes that high. I stand up, almost in her way.
“Excuse me,” I manage to blurt out. She stops and looks at me. Just looks, no particular expression. She seems to maybe be thinking of something else. “I happened to overhear what you said a minute ago and I would like to volunteer to satisfy your needs.”
She just stared at me a moment. Her face screwed up a little as if she was trying to understand what I said. Then she smiled. Wow, she’s gorgeous when she smiles. “That wasn’t me. That was my friend. I was advising her against it.”
The next thing I know, she’s gone. The door closes behind her. I back up and sit down again in the carrel. I wish she was the one, I can’t imagine any girl I’d rather do anything with. But she’s gone, I may never see her again. I was still sitting there when the other girl came by. I should have jumped up and made my offer. She wasn’t the goddess the other one was but she was attractive, certainly above average. By the time I recovered enough she was gone, too. I jumped up and ran out the door but there were so many people, both girls had disappeared into the mob.
I used the library a lot. My dorm was loud and busy, the library supplied peace and quiet and a good place to study. Obviously, a lot of other students did, too. I was walking down the steps in front after studying for a while and I could see the same two girls walking towards the library. Just as I am about to pass them, the red haired goddess says, “Hey,” and I pause and look at her. “Doris,” she says to her friend, “this is the guy I told you about.” Then she grins. Grins big, looking at me.
I’m not good around girls. That’s why I’m still a virgin, I guess. I feel scared, stopped there with both girls looking at me. I’m sure I’m red with embarrassment. Then the one named Doris, who’s pretty foxy in her own right, says “Are you good at that?”
Oh fuck, what do I say. “Good at what?” I sort of croak out.
“You’ve never done it at all, have you?” she then says.
“Uh, no,” I blurt out, getting redder, I’m sure. Doris grins and turns and starts off. The goddess smiles at me and then follows her friend. Well, I’ve just goofed that up about as much as it’s possible to goof, I think to myself, and walk on.
School goes on. A couple weeks go by. I still study at the library. I’m in one of the carrels again. They all come with two chairs, although sometimes a chair gets borrowed and moved somewhere else. Someone starts sitting in the chair next to me, at the same carrel where I’m studying. That’s never happened to me. I look and it’s the goddess. The beautiful red haired goddess.
“I need to apologize to you,” she almost whispers to me. Talk in these carrels that are intended for studying is discouraged but if you do talk it should be very quiet. That’s how I overheard her friend Doris some weeks ago, she didn’t whisper. The whispering also means that you sit fairly close and sort of lean towards on another. It could be considered intimate in the right situation.
“Apologize?” I whisper back.
“Yes, for treating you bad when we ran into you a while ago. I’ve been looking for you ever since,” she replies.
“Oh, that’s o.k.” I come back, still whispering. I felt like a fool when they saw me but it was my own fault.
“No,” she whispers back. “We acted as if there was something wrong with you because you are inexperienced when it comes to sex. But we’re also inexperienced so we have no right to dis you.”
“Oh,” is all I can think of. Then I blurt out what I probably shouldn’t. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yeah,” she answers, “aren’t you?”
I pause and think about a lot of things before finally replying with a simple, whispered, “Yes.”
“Why the long hesitation?” she asks.
“Well, it’s probably more than I should say but I just happen to be the kind of person that sees complications in a lot of things others don’t. Like now, females physically change when they cease being a virgin. At least many do. They have a hymen that gets broken. I guess some also break the hymen other ways, like horseback riding or sports or with their own fingers or toys. But males don’t change physically when they cease to be a virgin so maybe men can’t be called virgins or non-virgins. However, the physical change probably doesn’t matter nearly as much as the psychological change. And that’s true for men or women. The psychology of losing virginity is probably much bigger than the physical. So, that’s why I decided a simple ‘yes’ was the right answer.” All that in a whisper, perhaps two feet from her face.
She grinned. “Well, the simple answer was best, the other one is way too complicated.” She just looked at me a minute and I could see her brain working. Then she asked, “Why are you a virgin?”
“The simple answer is, I never had the opportunity. But anyone that looks like you has had many opportunities, I’m sure. Why are you a virgin?”
“Well, it’s true, I’ve dated a lot. I’ve been pawed a lot and fought off a few guys. I guess I just always thought I would be a virgin when I got married. So I’m a virgin on purpose. I look forward to some day not being one but it has to be right somehow. Not just doing it to do it. But when you say you never had the opportunity, I can hardly believe it.”
“Well, I never turned anyone down. I guess it’s true, though, that if I wanted to bad enough I knew of some girls that were, well, easy. I guess I wanted it to be something right, too. I would want to be attracted to the girl and probably be in a position to make some level of commitment. Maybe marriage would be too strong but some level, perhaps going steady or something. And I’ve never gone steady with anyone.”
“Neither have I. In the back of my mind I think I’ve avoided that on purpose. Probably because of sex. I mean, I can get awfully aroused from just kissing and hugging. If I went steady I don’t know how I could control things if we started going a little farther and we probably would.”
“But waiting until you’re married is tough” I say. “We might be 25 or more before we finish college and get a job or start a business and sort of find out who we are. Remaining a virgin until then may just not be possible. We’ve all got a sex drive and hormones. So maybe having some level of commitment is right but it might not be necessary to be married before having sex.”
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“Yeah, maybe so.” she whispers back. “And, there’s sex and then there’s sex. Sex doesn’t necessarily mean a penis in a vagina, which is the real definition of virginity, I guess. You heard Doris mentioning oral sex and doing that doesn’t make you lose your virginity, technically, although it still involves a huge emotional experience, so that likely means a high level of commitment, too.” I was surprised to hear the goddess mentioning oral sex. Surprised but glad.
“So far, I’ve only thought of you as ’the goddess’. You’re absolutely beautiful. Gorgeous. I’m Dave Swanson. Who are you?”
She grins. “The goddess? Wow, I’ve never thought of myself like that at all. But then, I’ve only thought of you as the only guy that’s offered to have oral sex with me, which is probably not how you think of yourself, either. I’m Deirdre McIntyre”
“Deirdre,” I repeated out loud, looking at her. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward the little bit involved and kissed her. Put my lips right on hers. She didn’t pull back. She didn’t slide her tongue into my mouth either but she did push back a little, kissing me almost as much as I’m kissing her.
“How would you like to go on a date with me? Maybe just a movie to start with or whatever you would prefer.”
“I’d like to. A movie is fine.” Her face is still there so I lean back to her and kiss her again, this time reaching out and putting my one hand on her shoulder and the other on her waist. She put her hands on me, too. Wow, this gorgeous girl thinks of sex when she sees me. I don’t think that’s ever happened before in this world. Well, I definitely think of sex when I see her. And she’s agreed to a date! I think I floated on air all the way back to my dorm.
We go to a very big school in a very big city so there’s not enough dormitory space for all the students. I live in a dorm. Deirdre and Doris have a small apartment close to the school. We go to a movie and everything goes fine. I’m always sort of tongue-tied around girls but I’m not with Deirdre. She’s not only beautiful, she’s nice. I’m still a little amazed but happy about being with her. We go back top her apartment and end up horizontal on a couch, arms wrapped around one another, kissing and sucking tongues. I can’t believe I’m holding that perfect body and that she’s as aggressive with me as I am with her, maybe more so. I’ve never, ever experienced anything as hot as being with her right then. I slide my hand up her back, under her blouse, to feel bare skin and she doesn’t stop me. I don’t want to be one of those guys who paw her or she has to fight off and I tell her so. She tells me that she’ll let me know if I go to far and she doesn’t stop me from having my hand on her bare back.
The next time we go out we again end up on the couch in the same position. This time I unfasten her bra where it hooks on her back and she doesn’t stop me. I shift position some to be able to get a hand up under her blouse in front and get my hand on her bare breast. The first bare breast I’ve ever touched. And hers are ten times better than a lot of girls. I think she actually wants it, likes it. She asks me if I want to go steady, each of us seeing no one but each other and I definitely agree. She never says a word about my hand holding her breast, so I use my other hand to start unbuttoning her blouse. It takes no time and her blouse is open and spread to the sides and I’m looking at naked breasts. I start kissing them and then start sucking on a nipple while I caress the other one, then switch. I’m in heaven. I’ve never kissed or licked a breast in my life and these are goddess breasts. And she’s letting me. I could keep doing this forever. She obviously likes this but after a short time lets me know it’s time I left. Third date we get to the same point and I’m sucking on her breasts. For the first time she feels my cock, through my pants. I mean, wow, just making out with the perfect woman is fantastic but she makes a move on me! Next date I suck her nipples again and she unzips me and holds my bare cock. She tells me it’s the first cock she’s ever touched. I let her know that her lovely breasts are the first I’ve ever tasted. This absolutely the sexiest time in my life. The next date I push it a little further and while I suck on her nipples and she holds my bare cock, I reach down between her legs and get my one hand on her pussy. She spreads her legs slightly to give me room. I push my fingers under her panties and get my hand on her bare pussy and pubic hair. I get a finger into her and slide it in and out. She moans some and squeezes my cock a lot until I’m afraid I’ll cum but then she lets me know it’s time for me to go. I’m walking on air again back to my dorm. I can’t believe how hot and sexy this all is. As I do after every date, I masturbate dreaming of Deirdre.
The next date I slowly get to where we were before, sucking her nipples, my finger in her vagina, her grasping my bare cock. I amaze myself, that I have the nerve. But I move a step further and lean down over her and kiss where her pussy would be. She moans and I move my other hand down to pull her skirt up so that I can kiss her pussy on top of her panties. She moans some more and spreads her legs even more. I figure it’s worth a try, so I pull my finger out of her vagina and use both my hands to grab her panty top and start pulling it down. She lifts her butt and gets her legs together so I can pull them all the way down her legs and over her feet and off. I then start kissing where her pussy would be and she spreads her legs, very wide. Now’s the time. I’ve never done this but I’ve read about it a lot and watched on the ’net, so here goes. I move my whole body. We’re on a couch so I end up kneeling on the floor, I kiss up between her legs. One of her legs is bent and her foot is down on the floor, her other leg toward the back of the couch, body skewed a little so that I can get up between her legs. I get a finger into her vagina again, mostly as a guide to let me know where her pussy is in the dark and I get up as far as I can, kissing along her thighs, and then get my tongue into her and start licking. Her moans go faster now. I lick down to where my finger is in her and pull it out so I can stick my tongue into her as far as I can get it. I’m actually eating pussy! It tastes a little like licking raw meat or something – not bad at all. Then I lick in her pussy up until she almost jumps so I know I’ve reached her clit. I lick back and forth there and slide my finger back into her. I work my tongue on her clit while I finger fuck her and her moans get continuous and I can feel her getting wetter. I work my tongue faster on her clit and slide my finger in as far as I can and out again over and over and pretty soon her hips are jumping and her moan goes into sort of a low scream. Her hands come down onto the back of my head, pushing me into her more. I just keep licking and fingering her as fast as I can and she screams a little and I can feel her vagina sort of pulsing on my finger and fluid coming so I slide my mouth down, pull out my finger and try to suck her whole pussy into my mouth. A taste I can’;t exactly describe but one I’ll always think of as what sex tastes like. I’m sure my whole face and chin are wet. She starts pulling on my hair so I pull my mouth away from her. I’ve actually done it!
“Oh, Dave, I’ve never felt like that before,” she says, pulling me up over her so we can kiss. “That’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had by far.” We kiss and swap tongues and she has hold of my cock again. Then she starts pushing on me and I end up on my back on the floor and she’s climbed down to be on top of me and the next thing I know she has my cock in her mouth and she’s sucking on it. I’ve never felt anything so sexy in my life, this moist, hot surface surrounding y cock, masturbating my cock. I don’t know what fucking is like but it can’t be any better than this. I’m not going to last long at all, the way we’ve built up to this. I guess I did o.k. eating her pussy, just based on things I’ve read and seen on the ’net. I think she’s done the same because her head is bobbing up and down, sucking me and masturbating me with her lips and I can’t imagine how anyone could do it any better.
I can feel my balls getting ready and say, “I’m going to cum,” partly because I am and partly, I guess, as a warning to her that she’s about to get a mouthful. She just keeps on sucking and bobbing her head and I shoot off a load and she lifts her head back off from me. Her hand is still holding me. I shoot off another load that hits someplace, I don’t know where in the dark, and then she has her mouth around my cock again so my next two loads, all I’ve got, shoot into her mouth. As my cock starts to soften, she’s lays on top of me and we kiss some more. I can taste my stuff on her, at least I guess that’s what it is because it’s a different taste, and I imagine she can taste herself on me. We just stay there like that for quite a while, telling each other how great the sex was.
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Then there’s a holiday and she goes home for a week. As soon as she’s back, she calls me to come over. When I get to her apartment she tells me that the day after I sucked her breasts for the first time she went to Student Health and got birth control pills. She then told me that she talked with her sister. Her older sister who’s married with one child and another one on the way. She says she let her sister know that she’d met a guy who she figured was going to get her virginity and that we’d had oral sex.
Her sister told her that oral sex is terrific and Deirdre’s lucky to find a guy that likes it because you can do that forever. But, she said, once you’ve given him your bare pussy, you’re definitely going to have intercourse. No one can stop at oral sex. Her sister told her to not do it in the back seat of a car the first time but to be naked in bed and do it right, have a positive experience she can remember forever. And the point of all this was, she asked me if I wanted to get naked and go to bed with her.
“Right now?” was my stupid answer.
She just grinned at me. “Of course,” she said.
“Let’s go,” I replied and we started into her bedroom. “I want to be with you more than you can imagine but this is almost unbelievable, one of the most important things that have happened to me in my life. It’s almost scary it’s so great.”
She doesn’t answer at all with words. Closing the door behind us she just starts taking her clothes off. Kicks her shoes off and bends down and pulls off her socks. Unfastens her jeans and pulls them down her legs and steps out of them. Pulls her blouse up over her head. Reaches behind her and unfastens her bra and tosses it onto the little pile of clothes and then pulls down her panties, bending to get them down her leg s. She’s naked. Completely naked, right in front of me. It’s still daylight and while there’s only one window, the light is pouring in and I can see her whole naked body.
“Deirdre you’re perfect, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” She really is. The kind of nude body an artist would love to paint. Up to now, it’s always been pretty dark when we made out, now it’s daylight. There’s only one window but it’s still very light. She’s even more beautiful naked than dressed, I think. Gorgeous breasts, almost bouncing as she moves toward me. Dark red air down in her crotch. I’m stunned. Still not saying a word, she’s to me, pulling on my shirt to get it off. I unbutton it and help her and then she has my belt loose and unzips me and is pulling my pants down.
I step out of my shoes as she does this. With a little help from me, my pants are off with only my socks and boxers to go. I awkwardly bend and lift my feet, balancing myself, to get first one sock and then the other off. Then our four hands are pulling my boxers down. I’m actually embarrassed the way my extremely erect cock bounces up as my shorts pass over it. When that happens I have to pull them down the rest of the way on my own because her one hand grasps my cock ands the other is against my abdomen.
“I’ve been waiting all week to see this,” she says, her hand moving back and forth on my cock, her other hand holding my balls. She’s sort of squatting, staring at my cock. She looks up at me with a big grin. “You’re the one that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” She kisses the head, looks up at me and grins, and then turns her head to lick the side and then around to lick the other side. She just looks at it a second, holding it at the base, and then gets her mouth over the head and starts sliding down, taking more and more in, licking and sucking as she works at it.
It’s unbelievable how great it feels to me. She sits back a little and looks up at me, her one hand holding the base of my cock, “I’m going to get to do this a lot,” she says to me, “hundreds, thousands of time. It’s just so sexy. You have a delicious cock, Dave. Can you go over and lay on the bed so I can get at it from a different angle? My sister says to have you cum on my breasts. To rub it in, it’s good for the skin. But, I don’t know, I think maybe I’d just as soon taste it, swallow it, that seems sexy, too.”
This girl’s gone sex crazy but I do as she says. I go over to the bed. She grabs the comforter and top sheet and pulls them way down to the bottom and I lay down on my back and she climbs on next to me and grabs my cock again. She’s naked all through this and I’m seeing her really great body so I sure manage to keep an erection, which I had wondered if I could. And then she’s on me again, bent over me, her mouth swallowing my cock, her head bobbing up and down, sucking and licking. I get my hand on her butt. She swivels her eyes to look at me but never stops sucking and working on my cock. She has a great ass, I run my hand over it, feeling it, squeezing it slightly.
I can just barely manage to get my hand down her ass and through her legs to touch her pussy. So that’s what I do. I try to finger fuck her as she sucks me, I don’t know how good I’m doing but I am touching her pussy. She actually moves a leg to make more room for my hand to fit between her legs and I manage to slide a finger into her. I can feel it coming so I tell her, “I’m about to cum,” and she sucks even harder. If she wanted cum on her breasts, it didn’t happen because I shoot off over and over and she keeps me in her mouth all the time, sucking even more, if anything, and swallowing, I imagine since I don’t think she could hold my whole load in her mouth.
Then she’s done and so am I. She sits back on her legs and looks at me with what seems to be a look of accomplishment, like she’s proud that she sucked me and swallowed my cum. I half sit up and grab her shoulders and pull her down next to me so I can kiss her. I want everything about that great body of hers. And that’s what I tell her. “Deirdre, you’re the sexiest, most beautiful girl in the world. I’d like to eat your whole body, kiss and taste you all over.” And that’s what I start doing.
I’m kissing her neck and then above her breasts and she says, “That’s how I feel about you, Dave. I could swallow that delicious cock of yours but I have to leave it so I can taste it over and over again.” And then I’m sucking on her nipple and she’s moaning, her hand feeling my back.
I should kiss her all over and in my mind, I decide I have to do that some time. But right now, I really, really want her pussy. So I kiss down her stomach and she spreads her legs wide. I get way down between her legs and get my fingers to her. The first time, almost in the dark, i just did it. Now, I want to see what I’m doing, see her pussy. I use my fingers to pull her open. She’s all pink and red inside. Her whole body is pale, almost pink. The dark red hair is almost all above her actual pussy and there’s not really a lot of it. A few hairs straggle down the sides. “You have a beautiful pussy,Deirdre, just like the rest of you.” It is, everything is pink and red.
I get my tongue in her and lick up and down, savoring the tastes. Low down, which makes me stick my chin into the mattress, I push my tongue into her vagina. She moves her leg s up towards her shoulders, raising her hips some so her pussy is even more accessible. I roll my tongue around in her and when I pull it out, I push a finger into her. I lick up some then pull back to look and see her clit. It’s sort of a bump. I get my tongue on it and lick back and forth. I can feel it changing. I pull back and look at it again, there’s a worm or finger peeking out some now. I lick some more and look again and the finger has grown. I get my tongue to it and she starts pushing on the back of my head and almost screaming so I lick hard, try and grab it with my lips. That sets her off. I can feel the fluid around my finger, that’s been sliding in and out of her vagina.
I pull my finger out and move my mouth down to suck in as much of her as I can, getting a lot of taste, that same taste of sex. Her whole body is jumping some and her screams are low and sort of staccato and then she’s yanking on my hair and I pull back. Staying between her legs I slide up over her and kiss her. She slides a hand between us and grabs my cock, which is very hard again. “Put it in me,” she says, helping aim it at her vagina. I just push with my hips and can feel the head pushing open her pussy lips some. This is almost like I’m in a dream, that it’s happening to someone else. If she hadn’t sucked me dry a few minutes ago, I’m sure I would cum right now because it’s such an intense feeling.
I push more. It’s so tight, it almost hurts, like it’s going to pull my foreskin right off. It’s got to hurt her, too. I stop, just a little way in and look at her. “Go ahead, push, get it in me,” she says, her voice husky. So I push more. I’ve read of guys who push all the way in one long stroke, but I just can’t. It’s so tight, I work it in a little, pull back a little and push some more. And then I’m in. I can feel our pubic hair against each other. I pull out some and push in again, then again. She moans and moans. “We’re fucking,” she says, “actually doing it, this is amazing.”
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And we’re fucking, she’s right. I thought her sucking me was terrific but this is even more. Every millimeter of my cock’s surface is being massaged. I hope it feels as good for her. I guess it does because after a half dozen or so strokes in and out, she’s almost screaming again and I can feel her insides sort of rippling on my cock. I can’t even describe it other than it’s the most fantastic feeling ever, and it causes me to start boiling up my cum and I’m shooting into her. She wraps her legs up around me, her feet on my butt, and wraps her arms around me and we sort of rock back and forth.
With me in her, her face is at the top of my chest and she’s kissing me. I bend my back and get my face to her so we can kiss, lips to lips, me still in her, but I start sliding out as we kiss. I wait to hear a ‘pop’ as my cock comes out of her but it’s silent, it just quietly isn’t in her anymore. “Deirdre,you’re fantastic. That was the best experience of my life. You’re the sexiest woman in the world.” She kisses me. I climb off her, to the side. We face each other and hold each other and kiss some more.
“I’m leaking a lot,” she says, I better go clean up,"
“I’m sticky, too, and need to clean myself.”
She grins at me. “Why don’t we take a shower?” she says, “Together.”
I can’t imagine anything much sexier than washing each others’ naked bodies with our bare hands. I feel her breasts, kiss her all over as I wash. I’m kissing her lovely, full butt and ask her to turn around. That lets me get my mouth to her pussy again. She spreads her legs, put one on my shoulder and a hand on my head to steady herself and I feast on her, licking and finger fucking her until she cums again. Then she starts on me and ends up sucking on my not quite erect cock, although it becomes erect as her mouth works on it. I pull her up, lift the same leg as she had on my shoulder a couple minutes ago to give me room and get my cock aimed into her.
I lean her against the tile wall as I push up into her. She brings her other leg up and around me. It’s like she’s being held up by my cock in her. I push up into her over and over, her weight causes her to drop some and I push her back up. It’s as hot as I’ve ever been, I think, like an animal just rutting, just fucking and fucking until she comes again, her insides squeezing me. I don’t know how I can be so horny and last so long but I’m still erect. I back off and let her down so she’s standing and we turn off the water and step out to dry.
At one point, her back is to me and she’s leaning over the sink, a towel around her hair. One hand is on the sink, the other working the towel on her hair. I step behind her and push my cock between her butt cheeks. She spread her legs slightly, neither of us saying anything, and my cock starts pushing into her pussy again. She drops the towel and uses both hands to brace herself on the sink , bent partly over, as I fuck her, pound into her over and over. She pushes her body back as I push into her. I reach around her and get my hand down to her clit and rub it some and bring her to another orgasm. I’m still hard. I pull back, sliding out of her and she turns and we kiss and she puts her arms around me and hugs me. She sort of pushes me and we head back into the bedroom and onto the bed. We lay there naked, holding one another and kissing.
“You’re still hard,” she says, grasping my cock and moving around to get her mouth there to start licking me. I grab her hips and pull to get her pussy up my way and she seems to understand because she gets a leg across and straddles me. Her mouth starts working on my cock and I grab her butt to help support me as I lift my head up enough to get my tongue into her and start licking. I’ve read of this, seen it on the ’net and here we are, sixty-nining. It’s all very sexy having her body on me, having her suck me very strongly, giving my cock a real workout. I can only hope I’m doing as well for her although my position isn’t perfect. I get one hand off her but and around to get a couple fingers into her so I can finger fuck her while I concentrate my tongue and lips on her clit.
After we both cum, we arrange ourselves on our sides facing one another, our arms on each other. I tell her, “I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that this has happened. I love being with you, I love having sex with you. You are the sexiest woman possible. I want to be with you as much as possible, But how did you go from planning on being a virgin until you married to seducing me into having sex with you in such a short time?”
She grins. “Well, you had something to do with it. But I guess I did it mostly on my own. I’ve always aroused easily. So I’ve felt like having sex many times. Mostly, I just masturbated a lot. Then when Doris mentioned oral sex, I think it excited me a little, too, even though I poo-pooed the idea to her. Then as I walked out, you offered to have oral sex with me. I walked off. But I kept thinking and it kept building in me and somehow I connected you with sex as a result. Then I actually hunted for you for a few days and got more and more excited as time went on. Then when I finally found you, I was ready right then. If you had licked me down there on our first date, I’d have not only let you but sucked you in return. I was ready. And as it’s turned out, I was right. I can’t imagine anything could have gone any better than it has with you. I still think about sex when I think of you and I guess I always will.”
We lay there kissing and fondling one another. “Are you sore from having so much sex?” I ask her because the truth is, I can feel that my cock has been used a lot.
“Yeah, I am. Or at least I can tell that my vagina has been well fucked and my clit is more tender. But it’s not sore like it needs to heal. If you were erect again and wanted to fuck some more, I’d be very interested. But it’s probably just as well that you’re not ready because I can benefit from some recuperative time.” Then we hug each other and hold each other and kiss. “Are you hungry?” she asks. ““I’m beginning to feel like I could use some food, it’s been a long time since I ate anything but your cock.”
“Sure,” I reply. “What do you have?”
Naked, she gets up and heads out. “C’mon and we’ll see,” she says so I follow her. In the kitchen she opens the refrigerator and starts bending over looking in. I walk up behind her and look over her shoulder, one hand caressing her ass. We end up with some sandwich meat and bread and mayonnaise and make a couple sandwiches. I sit down to eat and she straddles me and sits on my lap, facing me. I put an arm around her to hold her on and we each start eating a sandwich. She moves her bottom some, rubbing against me and grins between bites. I finish my sandwich while she’s still eating and start feeling her breasts, I lean down some and lift one a little so that I can get my mouth to it and suck on the nipple while I teak the other nipple with my other hand. She finishes her sandwich and cooperates with me, leaning back some to make it easier for me to play with her breasts.
She finally sighs and backs off my lap and kneels on the floor between my legs and starts playing with my cock. I slide forward on the seat so she can get at my testicles easily. “My sister tells me that it’s usually possible to suck a cock back into erection.” She gets her lips around the head and starts licking and sucking.
“That’s probably true if it’s after the guy has cum once, but I’ve cum three times, it’s sort of worn out for a while, I think.”
She makes a “mmph” noise as she plays with my balls and sucks almost my whole cock into her mouth. I think I am getting a little harder. I am, I can feel it. She pulls her head back and looks up at me, “See, it’s working. It’s just a matter of sucking the blood back in.” she says and then she sucks me back into her mouth again and keeps working. I get fully hard. Holding my cock and grinning, she gets up and climbs back onto my lap, this time aiming my cock into her. She lifts up and down several times.
It’s awkward. “Can you lay on your back on the floor?” she asks as she lifts off me. I get up and lay down on the kitchen floor and she straddles me and lowers herself down and again sits on my cock, taking it up in her. Now she can ride me more freely. I’ve never seen anything more appealing, her perfect female body above me, fucking me. I use one had to hold her ass and the other to diddle her clit as she keeps riding me.
“I think I’m going to last a long time,” I tell her. “I might be able to fuck you all night before I cum again.”
Promises, promises,” she says, grinning and bouncing on me. “Doris is dropping out,” she then tells me. “She hasn’t been doing well at school. I don’t know what your deal is with the dorm but could you move in with me? We could do this every day.”
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Rainstone
The whip scoured over her flesh. It left flickering trails of fire across her skin, the pain almost too much for her to bear. She hung from her wrists, from where he’d tied her when she’d once more displeased him.
Who was he? Her father, the King of the fourth kingdom and ruler of all the lands he could see. He was a tyrant and a bully, beating his only daughter when he found fault with something in his palace. That was her charge, to run his kingdom, leaving him to play with his whores, to fulfill his fantasies and to drink himself into ruin.
His heart raced now as he lifted the whip once more, the knotted ends skittering across the stone floor and leaving a trail of blood and flesh. He let the whip sing as it came toward her back, making sure the ends flicked under her arms and struck her breast. Her screams were beautiful, lusty and pained, making his cock harden under the ornate codpiece he wore.
“Enough, your majesty. Soon she will be scarred and then who will want to marry her. You must think of her worth upon a marriage contract.” Smeadly Aloysius was quick to hurry to his king’s side. He stroked the king’s hand as he spoke, whispering the words urgently into the man’s ear. “She is of marrying age, majesty. It is time she brought some wealth to your people.”
“To my people Smeadly? Or perhaps you mean to you?” He glanced over to where his daughter hung, her head bowed, her ebony colored waves of hair sticking to the blood on her back. What skin was left unmarked was clear and creamy, making his hand itch to lift the whip once more. “Release her,” he called to two of his men who stood staring in horror at what their king had done. “Send her to her chamber and have her maid attend her. I will see her upon the morrow.” He tossed the whip to one of the boys standing close by, bidding him to clean it and return it to his possession post haste.
Then he returned to his meal and the company of his favorite of the castle’s whores, a slovenly blonde who fawned over him, hand feeding him the best of the food upon the platter, letting him lick his wine from her over blown breasts, laughing at everything he had to say.
Neither watched as the young girl, barely eighteen years of age, was cut down from her bonds, carried gently out of the room and up to the third story of the huge castle to where her father had banished her years ago at the death of his beloved wife.
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Sasha Rainstone roused as the pain of her wounds became almost too much to handle. She managed not to scream as she was placed belly down upon her bed. A shiver of cold overcame her as metal pressed against her spine and then she heard a rip as the rest of her dress was torn from her, pulled gently from under her, leaving her naked upon the bed.
She heard a soft moan and then a hand was upon her slender thighs, stroking her flesh. Sasha wanted to move, to get away from that hand but even the littlest of moves made her back burn like fire. Fingers wandered over her bottom, stopping to squeeze that firm flesh before pushing between her thighs, pressing into dry flesh, unprepared for what happened next.
Another hand landed upon her leg, pulling it away from her other, opening her to the fingers that invaded her privacy. She tried to shift that leg closed once more but the hand held it open easily. “No,” she moaned softly, barely able to breathe as the fingers that were slipping over the now wet flesh of her sex began to ply soft caresses to her clit, coaxing that tiny bud of flesh to peep from beneath its hood, standing straight and hard. It almost seemed to beg for more as her hips began to dance against that hand.
Tiny whimpers of pain and pleasure came from between her parted lips. Her lips had once been so lovely but were now cracked and bleeding since she’d bitten them to keep from screaming as long as she could. She denied her father some of his pleasures, making him work hard to get anything from her.
Her cheeks grew flush; her head began to spin as that hand between her thighs found the virgin portal to her core. He circled the soft, sensitive flesh, gathering her moisture and using it to pleasure her clit.
“She’s going to come upon my hand,” a rough male voice said.
“Oh, aye, that she is. She’s so beautiful, I want her to come on my cock,” his partner said, his hand moving from the inside of her thigh to poke roughly at her. “I want to take that virginity.”
“You cannot, no matter what her father does to her, she’s still a royal princess of the seven kingdoms.”
Sasha heard their talk but she didn’t care. Her body felt empty even as they continued to touch and caress her. She felt feverish, needy inside like she’d never felt before. Is this what the woman of the court talked about, uncaring that her virginal ears were close. If it was, she wanted more.
She mewled, feeling something tightening inside of her, pushing her body back against those two hands. Even when a finger was pressed against her small rosebud, she didn’t protest, only cried out as a burning pain mixed with the pleasure.
“I knew she’d like this,” the crude voice of the rough man said. He pushed inside of her until he could go no further, pulling out to add another finger, stretching that sweet rosebud. “I can’t take her virginity down there, but no one said a princess had to keep her back door pure.” With that, he climbed up on the bed, slapping the smooth, ivory buttocks of the princess.
“You can’t do that to her back,” the other man said, hurrying his caress, wanting the princess to feel some pleasure in her life.
“I ain’t going to do nothing to her back,” the man said, yanking on the ties that held his codpiece closed. With a growl, he spit on his hand, coating his cock with saliva before angling it down toward her hole. “She’s going t love this.”
The other man pulled his hand out, lifting his fingers to his nose as he watched his friend begin to push through the tough ring of muscle that clenched to keep him out. He could smell the Princess upon his hand, her arousal rich and fragrant, better than the most exotic perfume.
“Quit fighting me, Princess,” the man growled, slapping a hand against one beautifully pale buttock and leaving a bright red print upon it. “You’ll like this, just stop fighting and let me in.”
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The pleasure was gone, the hand that had been so delicately taking her to places she’d never been before had deserted her. Now there was just the rough hands of the other. Sasha cried out as he pushed his ugly hardness into her, the head finally pushing past where she’d tried so hard to keep him out. He moved against her in a jerky motion that sent waves of pain through the marks on her back, tearing open the ones that had begun to scab and sending fresh blood to pool on her lower back and drip onto the bed.
But that pain was nothing compared to what she was feeling in her bottom. “No!” she tried to shout, but it came out as little more than a whimper. “Please, it hurts.”
“You’re raping her,” the one guard said to the other who was now grunting as he tried to push more of himself inside the beautiful princess.
“What the hell do you think you were doing to her?” the other man grunted.
Sasha couldn’t hear their words; all she could do was wiggle against the pain and pray for it to end. She dug her nails into the sheets, her face buried in her pillow as another slap was delivered to her already sore buttocks. “Hold still, bitch!”
Then suddenly he was gone. Voices surrounded the bed, some shocked, some more concerned than anything else. “My princess,” her maid, Sonya called to her quietly, covering her to the waist with a clean sheet, “I am sorry I was delayed.” Tears fell down Sonya’s pale cheeks and she knew she would be called to explain where she was while the royal Princess was being raped by the guards sent to keep her safe.
She would take her punishment as long as she wasn’t removed from service of the Princess. She loved the abused woman like a sister for they’d been raised together.
Another thought had her grimacing in fear. If she was removed from the Princess’s side, she would no longer be protected from King Philonius. The king had kept a royal eye upon her since she was sixteen summers and only the protection of the princess had kept him from ripping away her virginity, taking her in the hall in front of his troops. If she pleased him, he would keep her. If not, well, his troops weren’t known for their gentleness.
“My princess,” Sonya said again, carefully pulling Sasha’s hair from out of the frightful wounds upon her back. “Open your eyes. Those men are gone and you are safe.”
Sasha opened her eyes, staring around her with trepidation. “Get rid of them,” she whispered.
“You heard the princess,” Sonya said. “Out.”
“But her wounds,” the local healer began only to be cut off by Sonya.
“She said out, she meant out. If we need you, we shall summon you once more.” She ushered him out in front of her, taking the pot of salve he held out to her.
“Use that on her back. It can be used on her…well, anywhere else that might hurt as well,” the man said, his cheeks growing red.
“Thank you, I shall be sure to tell the Princess of your generosity.”
The healer bowed his head. He’d been called here for the Princess more times than any other member of the royal household. Their king was a villain, evil in every way. He was lazy and slothful, but was too skilled with the sword for anyone to try to wrest his lands away. He surrounded himself with others who were just like him, making the royal court a place of little but libidinous pleasure where young women were stripped of their honor, sent packing back to their homes in shame.
He’d delivered many offspring born from that shame, he’d seen too many men and women abused and crippled by these men. But the most he could do for the princess was to carry her secrets and hide the king’s abuse. He prayed every day for someone to come and rescue this Kingdom, but its secrets stayed secret, its wounds healed but lay festered beneath the new skin.
He would hide this shame as well, though with a heavy heart and self-hatred.
Sasha felt Sonya’s soft hands on her wounds and hissed. Even as gentle as Sonya was, the whipping had been severe and she felt every touch. “I want to get dressed,” Sasha said.
“Oh, no Princess. You can’t move. These will tear open and bleed anew.”
Sasha used the same forceful will that had her taking the whipping without screaming and pushed herself to a seated position on the side of the bed. “You will attend me, Sonya. I am going to the pond. Find me my breeches and shirt.”
Sonya did as she was bid, grumbling every moment of the while. “Princess, it is dark, there are strangers about. It is not safe for you to ride the countryside alone.”
“Then you shall come with me, but I am going, Sonya. I need to go.”
Sonya watched as the Princess struggled into the boy’s breeches and the billowing white shirt. It stuck to her back where the blood still flowed, staining the pristine white shirt with crimson stripes. Sonya knelt at her side, slipping shoes on the Princess’s tiny feet before helping her up.
“You’re determined to do this?” she asked the pale faced girl.
Sasha couldn’t speak, she nodded her head, swaying at the pain it caused to make even that tiny of a move. She couldn’t stay here though. She could feel the danger creeping around her like an insidious monster.
“I’ll have horses brought around,” Sonya said, heading toward the door. Sasha’s pained whisper stopped her.
“No, my father would hear of any horses being called for. I do not want him to know I’m going Sonya. We’ll leave by the side gate and take the path through the woods to the clearing. The moon is full tonight, we shall have plenty of light to see by.”
“And the beasts of the forest will have plenty of light to choose the tenderest parts of our bodies to feast upon. Sasha, you’re not thinking right. You were raped and your father beat you. You should be in bed, healing not wanting to traipse all over the country.” Sonya stood, hands upon her slim hips as she blocked the young princess from reaching the door. “I-I don’t think I can let you do this.”
Sasha smiled, wiping a sheen of sweat from her forehead. “Let me?” she whispered.
“I-I, well, I could go to your father and tell him your plans.”
“You won’t do that though.” Sasha leaned against the wall, gathering her strength. “Climb into my bed, Sonya and pretend to be me. If you are found out, tell them that I forced you to do it.” She pushed past her maid, amazed when the girl stepped meekly out of her path. “Thank you.”
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“You won’t be thanking me when you reside in the belly of some foul beast,” Sonya grumped, pulling on the laces that held her gown closed. She slid it off, laying it carefully over a chair before climbing into the bed in her shift and bloomers. Punching the pillows, she beat them into submission since she couldn’t do the same to the Princess. Candles were blown out and then Sonya saw a quick glimpse of light as the princess slipped out of the room.
“She’ll be the death of both of us,” she muttered, turning on her side and staring moodily out at the full moon that lit up the night.
The pain was almost more than she could stand, but Sasha kept going. Her mind was locked on one thing, the relief she would find when she slid into the pond with its cool water. There were willow trees that hung close to the pond, from them she would gather bark and have Sonya brew it into a tea for her. It would help with the pain. She would have to keep moving though, if she wanted to avoid the stiffness that would have her walking like an old woman.
Concentrating upon putting one foot in front of the other, she didn’t see the prints in the soft ground of the trail, prints made by horse’s hooves. If she had, she might have changed her mind about the pond and gone back to the castle.
The clearing was as beautiful as always, flowers blooming and lending their scent to the soft night air. The pond was so still, not a ripple of water disturbed its mirror like surface. She made her way slowly to the edge and leaned over, staring at her reflection. She looked like a harpy or some other mythical harridan, with her hair stiff with her blood, sticking out from her head. Her eyes were too large in her pale face and a trail of dried blood marred her chin.
She pulled at the buttons on the shirt, forcing them open and pulling the shirt off from where it had stuck to her back. Her breath hissed between lips clamped shut from pain but she finally had it off. The pants were easier though blood had dried on the back waistband, leaving the material stiff and sticky. She slid the shoes off, glad that Sonya had given her a pair of her slippers instead of the boots she usually wore with this outfit.
Naked, she crept hunched over toward the pond once more, slipping her foot into the water and shivering a bit at the touch. She would get warm as she grew used to the temperature, she knew for she came here often. The pond had a soft, sandy bottom and she waded out to where she knew the drop off was. The water was lapping at her waist when she reached it and she took the final step that would send her down into the black depths where the water was well over her head.
She stayed there until her lungs felt as if they would burst, wishing as she always did that she could find a way to grow gills and maybe a tail like the stories her mother used to tell her of beautiful mermaids. She would swim far from this castle and her father, not stopping until she thought she was safe. Then she would sun herself upon a rock, brushing out her long hair and whiling away her days with playing in the waves.
No more duties, no more pain, no more of her father, what more could she wish for?
She could see the moon above her as she kicked toward the surface, waiting for her almost. Breaking the surface of the water, she sighed in relief as the pain ebbed.
“Is that truly what you wish for?”
Sasha screeched, turning in the water until she saw the being who’d asked the question. “Who are you?” she gasped. The creature was small, not much bigger than a child barely able to walk. But he was no child. He was well made, slim hipped and wide in the shoulders with a handsome face and a head of hair that any woman would pine for. Honey blonde, it swirled around him as he moved, held from his face by braids that were decorated with colored beads. A mustache graced his upper lip and his ears were pointed
“My name is Switch,” he said, bowing until his braids almost touched the ground. “I can grant your wish if that is truly what you want.”
“My wish…what wish?” Sasha asked, bemused by the small man.
“To turn your legs to tail and give you fins, to let you swim til land’s end,” he said in a sing song voice.
“I am to believe that you hold that kind of power?” she asked, narrowing her eyes as the little man stepped close to her clothes, lifting the shirt and inspecting her blood upon it.
“Oh yes I do, I do indeed,” Switch said. “But how to prove to you that I am what I say?” He tapped his lip with his finger looking very serious. Then he smiled. “Turn your back to me, little miss, and I will show you my power.
Sasha turned slowly, intrigued despite herself. The little man came closer to the pool’s edge, bending and touching the water while mumbling some words that Sasha couldn’t hear. A soothing feeling came over her and the pain in her back stopped. She turned her head, amazed, staring down at her unblemished back. Even the old scars and welts were gone as if they’d never been there before.
“What did you do?” she asked, amazed.
“I took away your pain so that you might better understand my magicks,” Switch said with a bow that had his long golden hair sweeping over the wide bladed grass. “As for your other wish, to become like those who live their lives under the sea, you must be certain that this is truly what you want.”
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“If it is to be a choice of dealing with my father’s perversions and his beatings or giving up my legs to live freely in the sea, there isn’t much of a choice to be made,” Sasha said softly. “If I could have my presence wiped from the minds of those here, I would gladly face having a tail.”
“I must tell you,” Switch began, only to be cut off by the sound of hoof beats coming ever closer. “If it is still your wish upon the morrow, come to the clearing when the moon stands full above you. I shall be waiting.” He dipped another bow and then spun so quickly, her eyes couldn’t follow him movements. With a tiny puff of smoke, he was gone as if he’d never been.
“What ho?” a voice called. Sasha spun, sinking back into the water and trying to hide her nakedness. “Who are you girl?”
The man sat upon his horse as if he were a part of it, easily calming the fidgeting beast while his eyes stayed upon the water nymph he’d discovered.
Even with her in the water to her neck, he couldn’t help the sudden rippling of arousal that had his cock twitching under his codpiece. “Well,” he growled, easily stepping down from the huge horse and throwing his reins over a handy tree branch, “can you speak or are you mute, girl.”
“I-I can speak,” Sasha squeaked out.
The man smiled at the sound of nervousness in her voice. “Good,” he said softly, lifting the white shirt he wore over his head and dropping it on the grass. “I had heard this clearing was magical, but never did I think I’d find a beautiful wood nymph here waiting for me.”
Sasha’s eyes grew wide as she watched him stripping in front of her as if he had not a care in the world. Even as her shocked eyes registered that he was reaching for the ties to his breeches, she couldn’t help but admire the width of his chest or the light layer of fur that covered it. His body was scarred, speaking of years of battle and a warrior’s way, but chiseled with muscle that made him look hard. She could count the muscled ridges of his stomach in even the dim light of the clearing and she felt her heart start to race.
His hair was dark, cut shorter than the men of her kingdom wore theirs and he pushed his fingers through it quickly, as if seeing her eyes upon it. His lips were full, seeming meant to smile, though now he wore a frown as if he didn’t know what to make of her. High cheekbones slashed ridges under his eyes, the skin hollowed slightly as if he’d missed a few meals recently. But it was his eyes that held her sway, emerald green and bright, even in the light of the moon above, they radiated an intelligence as well as pain, a pain she understood.
He was as lonely as she.
“Who are you?” she asked softly.
“My name is Grendel,” he said softly. “I come from beyond the Seventh Kingdom.”
“You lie,” Sasha said quickly. “There is nothing beyond the Seventh Kingdom.”
“There is,” Grendel insisted, idly rubbing his chest before he sat in the grass to remove his huge boots. “My people have not the wealth or the power of the kingdoms, but we do exist. Perhaps I’ll pack you into my saddle bags and take you with me. I could prove what I say then.”
“My father wouldn’t allow it,” Sasha said royally, lifting her chin. “He would kill you and then punish me, believing that somehow I had attracted your attention and asked to be your hostage.”
“You say that as if your father held power in this land,” Grendel commented, standing and wriggling out of the tight fitting leather breeches. His cock rose in front of her, hugely impressive in size, though she had nothing really to compare it to but the feel of the one that had tried to bugger her earlier. This one looked bigger.
Grendel noted her eyes on his cock and felt it twitch as a warm wave washed through him. He stroked his fist over the fat shaft, letting his fingers coat in the liquid lubricant that wept from the tip. “Come here wench,” he said softly, holding his other hand out to her. “Come and make his acquaintance.”
Sasha shook her head but it was as if her body was in his thrall. She found the sandy bottom of the pond, standing so that the water sheeted off of her, leaving drips that sparkled in the moonlight like shimmering crystals. Her skin was flawless, her beauty such that his head spun. Her breasts rose high upon her chest, the soft pink of her nipples turning red as they hardened in the cool night air.
“Be damned, wench,” he groaned as she continued to come out of the water. “You’re comely enough to make any man forget his place in this world.” His eyes trailed over her skin, from her shoulders down over the concave planes of her stomach and then further as the wet pelt at the apex of her thighs came into view.
Her thighs were strong columns of ivory flesh, curved with womanly softness that had his breath hissing into his lungs. She finally stood before him, naked as he, her eyes locked upon his. “I want you,” he whispered unnecessarily for it was obvious from the shaft he still stroked. “Tell me your name so that I might know who I am thanking the Goddesses for tonight.”
“S-Sa…Sonya,” she quickly amended. “Sonya Bitterroot.”
His free hand had come up; hovering over her skin almost as if he were afraid if he touched her she would disappear. “A pretty name but not one that suits such as you.” His fingers found her shoulder, his hard, callused hand moving down her spine and pulling her into his embrace. He moaned as the stiff peaks of her breasts trailed against the wide plane of his chest and then his other hand threaded though the satiny softness of her wet hair, turning her face up to his.
“If you are spoken for, Sonya, now is the time to tell me, for I won’t be stopped once we’ve started.”
“And if I am spoken for?” she managed to ask for the heat of his body pressed so intimately against her own was short circuiting her thoughts.
“Then I shall have to kill him because I don’t think I can stop even now,” he murmured, bending his head to find her soft lips.
The first brush was like lightning, swift, electrifying and over to quickly. Then his mouth returned, teasing hers with soft touches, his tongue licking at the corners of her mouth until she opened for him. He slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her passion, finding her own to dance and rub against it with tantalizing effects.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were half closed, hazy with passion. “You have no man,” he whispered, “for a swear I am the first to take these luscious lips.”
“Y-you are,” she answered timidly, her hands sliding up his chest, stopping to play with the hair that curled at his nape. “My father would kill you if he saw us.”
“I do not kill easily,” Grendel said, smiling down at her before dipping his head once more. He lifted her against him, her feet hanging far from the ground. “I plan upon taking you, little Sonya. Do you have any issues with that?”
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