| Straight: Strangers: Raven's Virgin |
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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. His cock jerked, spurting and spurting… She lapped at the pulsing plum, eager to taste every drop. She stood and kissed him. Her lips were soft and moist, her tongue flicked over his, inviting him to part them. It tickled, but was a pleasant sensation. He parted them. The inside of her mouth was softer than any kid’s hide he had ever cured; her tongue was sweet as honey. Her nipples pressed against his chest leaving trails of fire when they moved. She pressed his head down. Pressing his mouth to her breast. His tongue flicked out over her hardened nipples, she shuddered with pleasure. He sucked, his tongue flicked, and she moaned. She pressed herself against him; he could feel something soft and moist against his leg. She pressed him down again, parting the lips of her moist coynte, her clit a tiny glistening nub. “Kiss me there,” she breathed. Her musky scent was heavy in his nostrils; he could already taste her spicy sweetness. He licked at her coynte, gazing up at her. Her lips tasted salty yet sweet. He lapped deeper, seeking the savory juice. His tongue nudged her clit, making it throb in response. Her juices flooded his mouth. She pressed him backwards so suddenly, that he fell flat on his back. Raven stood over him. She squatted, and took his throbbing member in both hands, guiding it toward her already slick slit. Her hips bumped. The engorged head of Owen’s cock nestled into a warm wet bed. This strange new pleasure was almost more than he could bear. Raven jerked down, and the head of his cock disappeared. Owen watched, fascinated. As she lowered herself still more onto his magnificent cock, he gave a sudden jerk. “Yes! Deeper!” she cried. Owen pushed against her. He could feel a hot slickness bathing the aching dome of his cock. Raven’s hips were grinding against him, her face showing an agony of delight. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Three parts out of four of his huge cock impaled Raven. He reached up to touch her rapidly swinging breasts as she jerked slowly up and down on him. His hips bucking in response. Her cunt was a tight but welcome fit. Her eyes began to glaze, as he fucked her. She was no longer moving the pumping of his hips alone, enough. Steaming heat engulfed him. His thrusts grew more urgent, as did Raven’s cries. He could feel the clamping humidity jerking along his straining shaft. Raven threw back her head, and arched her body, breasts straining toward the sky, and screamed. Her spending gushed down his cock, and trickled over him. His cock gave a final jerk and spurted. White froth gushed up inside her, overflowing over him, spilling out onto the grass where he lay. His breath came in jerks. Raven sprawled across his broad chest. Spent and exhausted. Never had anyone in her life satisfied her so. There she fell asleep, sated, while Owen wondered how long it would be before she awoke. His now flaccid cock was already starting to rear its head once more. |
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