| Straight: Strangers: Raven's Virgin (1/2) |
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Raven had been so named for her glossy blue-black hair. She was humming softly to herself as she rode astride a magnificent horse of the same color. The woods seemed eerily still. Not that she was afraid. She urged her horse on, the constant bumping and grinding of her cunt against the saddle arousing her. More than once she longed for her home village, where she would have found any number of men or women quite willing to indulge her. Riding on she hoped the clearing she had heard of was not much further. There, she had heard, a babbling stream ran, its waters icy cold and crystal clear, and grass softer than silk. The stream at least would offer her some relief. She could almost see the clearing ahead of her when she caught a glimpse of someone stealthily following her. Wild, slightly unkempt, yet broad shouldered with biceps of the exact thickness of her thighs. All he was wearing was a loincloth, which left little to the imagination. It did nothing to hide his arousal. Between glimpses she noticed that his rigid cock reached just above his navel. She ground her cunt into the saddle, fire burning in her belly, an insistent hunger fueling her. At the clearing she sprang lithely from the horse, and ran for the stream. She practically ripped her toga from her body as she quickly yet delicately stepped into the icy water. She had given Owen a perfect view of her body. From her softly rounded buttocks, to the downy soft hairs surrounding her mound. His cock jerked against his belly. This was how the master had described a woman many years ago, but Owen had never seen one in real life. She was narrow of body, kittenish of hips, her belly curved and soft; her breasts betrayed her youthfully boyish figure by being full and voluptuous. He watched her as she stood in the stream, edging slowly into the clearing. He watched her openly. More curious than afraid. His cock jerked again. He didn’t understand what was happening to him, only that somehow he wanted this woman, the same way he had seen his billy goat go after the nanny goats in the spring. His stomach was an aching knot of need. She too was watching the goatherd. Wondering why he didn’t approach. She was aching inside. What he couldn’t see was that under the water she had slipped two slender fingers inside her longing coynte. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted, needed, a large cock to fill her, to satisfy her hunger. She took matters into her own hands, deciding to approach him. She was not afraid, or ashamed, she was horny, and she wanted him now. “Do you know how to satisfy a woman?” she purred as she approached him. He groaned, the jiggling of her full breasts made his stiff cock hurt, and shook his head. “Have you never lain with a woman?” she asked incredulously. Again he shook his head. “Then I will teach you.” She whispered, awed that someone so obviously well endowed was still a virgin. The shock of her cool fingers wrapping around the base of Owen’s hot flesh sent convulsions rippling through his belly. She eased his foreskin forwards, and then slowly back again. He nearly doubled over. She smiled. She took his hands, and pressed them to her breasts. “Milk me,” she whispered. “Like you do your goats.” His fingers had barely touched the spiked crests of her nipples when an almost unbearable pleasure erupted in him. |
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