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"Berries" {Pendragon} (MF cons Mf rom voy 1st)

BERRIES

by Uther Pendragon

anon584c@nyx.net.

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BERRIES

by Uther Pendragon

anon584c@nyx.net.



"I don't think there were many girls named 'Aurora' two hundred

years ago," Dawn said.

"This was the most beautiful girl in the whole county," Larry

said, smiling across the breakfast table at her. "Such girls are

always named Aurora or something like that."

"You're sweet." Dawn replied. "Not an honest bone in your body,

but you're sweet."

"See, you don't respect me in the morning. I knew that I

shouldn't have let you have your way with me." She giggled at

that. Larry was a considerate lover, but he stayed quite firmly

in control.

She remembered his holding both her arms above her head while she

squirmed under the delicious ministrations of his fingers and

tongue. "Not yet," he'd said. "This night has hardly begun."

It had been ten agonizing minutes before she had climaxed from

that teasing and more than two hours before she had led him into

her body. She still felt languorous after ten hours of sleep.

"Anyway," Larry went on, enjoying his view of that giggle, "this

particular beautiful Aurora was the eldest girl in a frontier

family. She could remember arriving in a covered wagon; and

remember other families coming later, each clearing its own farm

out of the forest. Lately, however, the wagons seemed to be

going past them, heading further west. The last two years her

mind had been less and less on her family's cabin, and more and

more on a cabin a mile away. A lad a few years older than she

lived there. He was tall, handsome, and the best hunter in the

settlement.

"His catch went way down, however, on the days when Aurora was

gathering berries. For Lawrence" (Dawn smiled at the name.) "met

her on those days. They gathered berries for an hour and honey

for as long as they dared. She thought that his kisses were

sweeter than the berries, the tighter he held her the freer she

felt. His hand on her breast was more intoxicating than the

liquor the family drank at mealtimes. Being with him was a joy,

but it came with a cost.

"Once she had been calm except for real emergencies. Now a mere

mention of berries or hunting, let alone Lawrence's name, shook

her as only the worst disasters had once. The rustling of her

parents bed in the night woke her to lie blushing and longing in

the dark. This day...

"Say, do you want more eggs? toast?"

"Toast, if I might. Go on with the story."

"This day Aurora escaped early with two large pails for berries.

She was thinking of Lawrence, and of her feelings, when she heard

a bull bellow. She dropped her pails and climbed a tree. An

angry bull is no laughing matter. From the tree, however, she

could see that the bull wasn't concerned with her.

"Hidden in her perch she watched it approach a cow. The cow

stood as the bull's cock swelled toward it. With another bellow,

the bull launched itself forward and landed on the back of the

cow. She had seen animals mate before, but never had it excited

her so. The crashing force and desire of the bull stirred her in

some strange way. Her cheeks were already pink when she reached

the berry patch she sought. They turned crimson when she saw

Lawrence.

"'Are you all right?' he asked.

"'I heard a bull in the woods, and it frightened me.'

"'And so it should. Did it see you?'

"'No it was....'

"He guessed what it had been doing, but couldn't think of any way

to get around her embarrassment. 'As long as you're safe,' he

said. And then drew her toward him. Their kiss was long and

intense. Imagining the cattle mating, he hardened against her

belly. Remembering that mating vividly, she was more acutely

aware than ever before of his erection. His hand passed down her

back to her buttocks, and he pulled her even closer. She dropped

the pails to hug him, but the clatter reminded them both of their

surroundings.

"'We'd better get to picking,' he said. They knew from

experience that they wouldn't fill the pails if they put it off.

The only thing which could pull their eyes from each other was

the knowledge that the faster they worked the sooner their lips

could get into play. Every time she bent, her skirt framed her

hips. Every time she straightened her dress draped her lovely

breasts and revealed their sharp points. Aurora mostly watched

Lawrence's muscles ripple under his tight shirt. They had picked

nearly enough when they heard the bellowing much closer.

Lawrence had been carrying his rifle and one pail in his left

hand. He shifted the rifle into his right hand, and led the way

toward the woods...

"But I'm being a bad host. Is there anything else you need?

More coffee?"

"This is wonderful. I have half a cup left."

"Maybe you'd like to finish it elsewhere. There is no reason to

keep sitting here."

He was already standing. When she rose, it was into his arms.

The kiss began gently, but it continued with open mouths and

searching tongues. He kneaded her hips through the robe. Then

he backed away and bowed her back into the bedroom.

"So what happened with the bellowing?" she asked.

"They hung the berry pails onto tree branches and peered through

some undergrowth. Across a small stream was a meadow. The bull

and a different cow were standing there. When the cow took a

step, they could hear the bell clang on her neck. Again, the

bull bellowed. His cock was already extended as he approached

the cow. Aurora blushed crimson in Lawrence's arms, but she

could not look away.

"Lawrence was blushing too. He loved and respected this gentle

girl, and he wanted to protect her against all harm. But he also

wanted to cover her as the bull covered the cow, to thrust into

her as the bull thrust into the cow. He could barely control

himself from throwing her down onto the soft leaves and stripping

her right there. He couldn't control his hands as they roved her

soft breasts and firm belly.

"Aurora had never felt like this. With every thrust of the bull,

the bell clanged, Lawrence's hands tightened over some intimate

part of her, and some deep emotion churned in her lower belly.

She had a bright point of fire on the tip of each breast, so hard

that they hurt. A greater heat was pouring upward from between

her legs. She shivered in fear of the hardness that she felt

pressing into her back. The pressed herself back into the safety

of Lawrence's arms as the only refuge from that fear.

"When the bull withdrew, the cow walked off downstream. The bull

soon followed. Aurora and Lawrence stood there, afraid of going

forwards, incapable of going back. Then laughter startled them

both. A woman ran out into the meadow across from them. They

stepped back although they were quite hidden where they stood. A

man followed the woman out into the open. 'I feel like that

bull,' he said. 'Pretending to be in charge, but going where she

leads.'

"The woman tossed off her bonnet. 'Am I a cow then? I feel more

like a freed bird.'

"'Or a butterfly. Beauty flitting across the field. Is this far

enough?'

"'This is lovely. No one in the wagons could hear us if I

screamed. Heavens, but I hate to do it in the shade of the wagon

with the children two feet above us and a towel between my

teeth.' She started to remove her blouse.

"The man was unbuttoning his shirt. 'Hate it? I didn't know.

You seem pleased enough at the time. You pull me to....'

"'You know what I mean.' Aurora and Lawrence watched as the two

across from them stripped to the buff. Aurora had never seen an

adult man naked, and saw her mother only rarely in the cabin by

the light of the fire. The man's erection looked less

frightening than the bull's, but it stood straight out until he

bent to arrange the clothes into a sort of bed.

"All three of Lawrence's sexual experiences had been purchased

from the same woman. He had seen her naked, but not like this in

the light of day. He watched the woman's large, pendulous,

breasts as he felt Aurora's smaller, firm, ones. In the midst of

all the excitement, he had time to marvel that each pair had its

own intense beauty. The couple paused for a kiss before the

woman lay down. Lawrence could see between her legs for a moment

as she bent, then she was lying sidewise to his line of sight.

"Aurora had little notion of what she looked like down there,

baby sisters being her only clue. The brief glimpse of the woman

made her feel like she herself had been exposed. She blushed

more deeply. Lawrence's hands were no longer so gentle on her,

and she couldn't tell if her spiraling excitement was from her

eyes or from her skin. When the woman was briefly on her hands

and knees, Aurora expected the man to mount her. Instead, she

rolled over on her back. The man dropped to the clothes beside

her. They stroked and patted each other while they kissed. The

man kissed all over the woman's face and then all over her

breasts. Aurora's own nipples tingled as she watched the woman's

being sucked."

As Larry mentioned Aurora's breasts, his own hand stroked Dawn's

breast through the sheet and thin robe. Her nipple hardened to

his touch. When she looked over at him, he smiled before going

on with the story.

"While Lawrence watched the man kiss the woman and suck on her

breasts, his own hands lifted Aurora's breasts. He wanted to

kiss the nipples that he could feel through layers of cloth. But

he could not tear his attention from the drama across the stream.

The man was stroking between the woman's legs as he kissed her

breast. Envious, Lawrence stroked down Aurora's smooth belly.

He knew that she would stop him in a moment, but he hoped to

touch her mound."

Larry's deeds matched his words, stroking over Dawn's firm

abdomen. She hadn't the least intention of stopping him, but she

was tempted to tear off the robe. Instead, she lay back to enjoy

the story ... and the hand.

"By the time Lawrence's hand had reached here, they were both

holding their breath. He knew he should stop, but the vision of

crinkly hair under his fingers drew him on. Aurora knew she

should stop him, but the warm hand seemed the only answer to the

shivering sensations in her groin. The scene in the meadow saved

them. The man had finally left the woman's breasts; and,

pausing only to scatter a few kisses over her belly, climbed

between her legs. Aurora was a little puzzled, but Lawrence

thought he knew what was in store.

"Lawrence was in for a surprise, however. The man stopped when

he was kneeling between the woman's feet. He nuzzled between her

legs. They couldn't see what sort of kisses he delivered there,

but they could see and hear the woman's response. She moaned

softly at the first kisses. The sound level rose. By the time

she was pulling the man's head against her and bucking on the

ground, she was screaming aloud. Then she stopped. She lay

there as if dead. He lay beside her and murmured too softly to

carry across the stream.

"Lawrence was astonished. The whore he'd visited had taken him

into her mouth briefly. He'd never thought of responding in

kind, wouldn't consider it now. Aurora, however, was clean. As

he thought of kissing the center of her femininity, his hand

caressed it like this."

As Larry's fingers played over the tops of Dawn's labia, she

spread her legs to give him access.

"Aurora's puzzlement was deeper. The cries sounded like cries of

pain, but they had stirred a quite different feeling in her.

Whatever had been done to her, the woman had certainly been

willing enough. Was that sex? Was human sex that different?

While her brain struggled with these questions, her body was

responding without its interference. She leaned back against

Lawrence. The only part of her body that wasn't pressing back

into his was thrust forward toward his questing fingers.

"They stood frozen with those questions until the couple in the

meadow moved again. The man resumed kissing the woman. He

climbed between her legs, and returned to kissing her breasts.

'Please Isaac' the woman said, 'no more.' Aurora wondered if she

had been in pain after all.

"The man's response was muffled in her breast. 'I *am* asking,'

she said. 'I need my husband inside me now!' She reached for his

erect cock and guided it within her. 'Oh yes,' she said as he

thrust home. Then she started chanting 'Oh yes,' with each

thrust, one note higher each time. In her silences they could

here the man for nearly the first time. He was grunting in a way

that somehow reminded Aurora of the bull's bellow. When he sped

up, the woman was reduced to only saying 'Oh,' Oh,' 'Oh!' Her

legs rose up and waved above the couple. Then they pointed at

the sky and she screamed a 'Yesss!'

"The man seemed to be supported mostly by the woman. 'Oh God!'

he cried once, then he collapsed across the woman.

"Lawrence held Aurora for a minute longer. When he stepped back,

she almost fell. Her knees felt so weak that she wondered if she

had a recurrence of the fever. The two of them stumbled through

the forest until they reached the shelter of a giant tree. The

branches forced them to crawl under them; but no other plants

grew in this shadow, and the mulch was as soft as any bed. Here

they were hidden.

"Lawrence had thought Aurora more precious than silver while he

worshiped her from afar, more precious than gold while he courted

her slowly. Now, feeling that he might possibly possess her

body, he couldn't express how precious she was. Kneeling there,

he kissed her cheeks and brows and ears before settling on her

mouth. His hands roved everywhere while that kiss went on. Then

he kissed her covered breasts.

"Aurora felt eager, and frightened, and faint, and hot. In the

still air under the tree, perspiration dotted her face and soaked

her clothes. She began opening the top of her dress. Soon

Lawrence's kisses moved up to the uncovered area. His mouth and

arms interfered with her hands. Suddenly, he straightened.

'Love,' he said. It was the first time either of them had said

the word aloud. His eyes shone with that love and with passion.

She was frightened at baring herself to that gaze, but she went

on. He began removing his clothes, as well. Boots were a

problem, but he got them off. She knelt there in her shift while

he stripped his trousers off. He tried to arrange the clothing

in a bed as the man had done."

As Larry was telling this part, he tugged at the sash of Dawn's

robe. He stopped talking long enough to help her remove it and

to shed his own. He covered them both with the sheet, but his

hand was beneath it when he returned to the story.

"Compared to the bull and some stallions Aurora had seen, his

shaft was not large. Somehow, it frightened her all the same.

She looked at his face instead. They had one more kiss before he

pulled at the top of her shift. She raised her arms as she head

done for her mother as a little girl. They were both naked now.

He spread the shift over the other clothes and helped her down

onto this bed.

"He kissed her forehead as he had once kissed his little

sister's; he felt as protective now as then. But he also felt

ten times as desirous as he had ever felt with the whore at the

market town. Once he started kissing her breasts, he couldn't

stop. He scattered pecks over the smooth surface before setting

down to sucking the pink tips. When she pulled him tighter to

her, it released what restraints were left. He sucked with all

his strength.

"She thrilled to his kisses and more to his sucking. She was in

heaven when she pulled him tight against her breast. The sting

brought her back. 'Ow!'

"He raised his head immediately. 'Oh, did I hurt you? Should I

stop?' Well, yes he had hurt her, but the stopping hurt even

more.

"'Softly,' she said. Her hands were still entwined in his hair.

She moved his head to her other nipple. 'Do it softly.' Taking

both permission and direction, Lawrence sucked on that nipple

softly. He was now lying with his torso half on hers. With his

one free hand, he stroked whatever else of her he could reach.

He wasn't an experienced lover, aiming for the hot spots. He was

a man obsessed, touching every part of his obsession. When this

touch finally did pass between her legs, Aurora had an instant of

worry. Moisture was running between her lower lips, and she

feared that it was blood. But it was not her time of the month,

and the sensations commanded too much attention to leave room for

the worry. Having hurt her once, Lawrence was especially careful

to be gentle. He explored her femininity with his fingers while

sucking on her breast with his mouth. They remained at that

stage for some time."

Larry had been stroking between Dawn's thighs while he told of

Lawrence's hand between Aurora's. Now, he stopped talking and

kissed all over her breasts. When he reached a nipple, he licked

and sucked. He parted her labia and eased two fingers between

them. He stroked her warmth in time with his licks on her

nipple. When she began to tense, he slipped the fingers deep

within her.

"Larry?" she said.

He abandoned the nipple to say "Yes." He didn't know quite what

her question was, but this was a time for "yes." He kissed the

underside of her breast and down her abdomen. It was a lovely

abdomen, a flautist's abdomen taut under his lips. It tasted of

salt and just slightly of Dawn. Also, one long kiss involved his

resting his chin heavily just at the top of her pubic hair. The

pressure on the outside helped him find her G spot. He was

rubbing this very slowly as he kissed another path back up her

body. The nipple on her far breast was pointing up asking for

his attention long before he reached it.

Dawn had been lulled by the story of Aurora. Larry's mild

petting had been more soothing than arousing. It had maintained

her lovely voluptuous mood without evoking any acute need. The

early stage of kisses and caresses gradually added an edge of

need to the satisfaction. Just when the need overcame the

lassitude Larry's fingers intruded.

She felt taken, dominated, possessed. But from that moment her

desire increased. Her breasts ached for his attention while he

was kissing her belly. When her left breast finally did get some

attention, the sensation from the suction fed the desire rather

than satisfying it. She pulled his head onto her breast, arched

against his hand, and came in great waves. Finally, she pushed

his hand away. "No more. Please."

Larry felt her tense against him. Then she was shuddering and

writhing and squeezing his fingers inside her. He continued

inciting her until her hands and voice asked him to stop.

"No more," he said. He hoped he didn't sound as smug as he felt.

He gave her a little breathing room but lay close enough to kiss

her moist temple. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts.

That slowed gradually. "When last we left them," he said,

"Lawrence and Aurora were learning about petting." Dawn turned a

smile toward him. "You interested?"

"Oh yes," she said. "Tell me more." They shared a sweet kiss;

he licked her lips but didn't intrude. He lay flat and put a

pillow on his shoulder.

"Then come lie here," he said. They adjusted until they were

comfortable with her lying against him with her left arm across

his chest and his left arm behind her back. "Comfy," he asked.

She nodded.

"When last we left them," he repeated, "Lawrence and Aurora were

learning about petting. Lawrence had been dreaming about her

breasts. His kisses had moved rapidly to them and fixed on the

nipples. Some time passed, however, before his hand found her

center. Once it was there, neither of them had the slightest

idea what he should do.

"Aurora trusted him completely, not because she suspected even

the minimal experience which he had, but because trust was part

of her love for Lawrence.

"Lawrence wanted to conquer this woman, cover and pierce her as

the bull had the cow, as the wagonman had his wife; he wanted to

cherish and protect this girl, hold her and shield her as he had

held no one else in his life; but he also wanted to explore her.

When he began exploring, Aurora spread her legs to permit it.

Encouraged, he held all the furry softness in his hand. Then he

stroked and petted the outer lips.

"By the time he parted these, Aurora could hardly hold still.

"Lightly as he could, Lawrence stroked up the slick groove. When

he passed over a bump at the top, Aurora gasped. He stopped

immediately and abandoned her breast to look at her. 'Did I hurt

you,' he asked. 'Should I stop, may I please go on if I'm

gentle?'

"'No. yes.' Aurora didn't know what question she was answering.

He was watching her face with evident concern. Finally, she

pulled herself together. 'Please go on. I'm yours.'

"Lawrence had never had a sweeter request. He watched her eyes

as he stroked her moisture upward again. When he passed over

that bump she pulled him down for a kiss. Mouths open, breathing

into each other, they played tag with their tongues. After a

moment, his fingers returned to their stroking.

"Aurora parted her legs further and raised her pelvis to meet his

hand. She no longer tried to restrain her body as it wiggled in

response to Lawrence's tickling strokes. Soon, her whole lower

body was undulating under Lawrence's hand.

"He was as ignorant of what was happening as she was, but he

could tell that this was a response of pleasure.

"Aurora had never felt anything like this. First she was

conscious of every sensation from his tongue against hers and is

fingers against her center. Then she could attend only to the

warmth which spread through her body and her own motions in

response to it. Then a flame swept out from her loins to her

head and her toes. The flame flickered before her eyes, and she

cried out. Then she floated in nothingness.

"Lawrence was enjoying her warm mouth and her warmer valley. The

hands holding him to her mouth and the movement of her groin told

him that he was as desired as he was desirous. Then she

stiffened under him. He didn't know what was wrong, but she

spread her legs even wider. Guessing that this signaled a

continuing acceptance of him, he kept on stroking in the hopes

that she would return to her soft wave-like motions. Instead,

she pressed up against his hand. She shuddered as if she had the

ague and groaned into his mouth. Then she dropped limp.

"He had never seen a real female orgasm, and the imitation that

he had seen was nothing like this. He stared at her face in

panic until she came around. 'What's wrong?' she asked him.

""What happened to you? Are you all right?'

"'I'm wonderful. I don't know. Oh hold me.' That was a request

that he was more than willing to fulfill. He held her gently and

then, when she tightened her arms around him in response, hugged

her fiercely. His erection had softened during his panic, but

the combination of relief and holding the naked girl in his arms

stiffened him again.

"When she struggled to breathe, he eased his hold on her. 'Are

you truly all right?' he asked.

"'I have never felt better. I just need you to hold me like this

for a few minutes. I liked the hug, but I couldn't breathe.' He

held her. He dared a kiss to her forehead, and then looked to

see how she had taken it. She looked pleased, so he kissed

everything he could reach except her mouth. Soon she pulled him

down for a real kiss until she was out of breath again.

"He eased her down again so he could extend his kisses over more

of her body. That went something like this..."

Larry freed his arm from under Dawn's head. Then he began

kissing her face. He did not speak again until he had reached

her breasts. "Lawrence spent a long time on Aurora's breasts,"

he said. "He wasn't certain that he should go lower." Then,

however, Larry went lower himself. When he had kissed the

trimmed hair on Dawn's mound, he fell back beside her. His hand

returned between her legs.

He stroked there as he continued the story. "When he finally

tore himself away from those small, firm, breasts, however, he

found her belly a wonderful place to play. She shivered as he

kissed the side and shivered more as he plunged his tongue into

her navel. As he went lower still, he sniffed a new odor. His

mind didn't know what it was, but his phallus throbbed with

recognition. He stopped on her well-furred mound.

"'Are you going to kiss me like the man from the wagon did?'

asked Aurora. Lawrence hadn't quite decided yet, but the tone of

her voice sounded frightened.

"'Do you want me to?' If she didn't, then his doubts were

resolved.

"'I think so,' she said.

"He moved back and knelt between her calves. He hadn't kissed

her thighs yet, so he began there. The closer he got to the top,

the greater the enticement of the delicious odor. Kissing the

juncture was becoming a more attractive idea all the time.

Aurora was writhing under those kisses. They tickled, but they

also aroused. She raised her knees and spread her legs to give

him room.

"This gave Lawrence a view of her which he had never dreamed of

having. Below the gentle mound with its light-brown floss, lay

twin rolls of delicate pale flesh with a sprinkling of hair on

them. There was a suggestion of something darker between them

which he felt he must see more clearly. He parted her flesh to

reveal a rose-colored line. He opened this beauty to find more

beauty. The only time he had seen color like that was on the

inside of a shell he picked up at a lake, but these were warm and

soft to his touch, thin petals of flesh. There was a tiny

opening about two-thirds of the way down the groove between

these; and there was a complex bundle, as if all this beauty had

been tied together, at the top.

"He placed a soft kiss first on the mound and then on the petals

themselves. If the sight of her hidden center evoked awe at its

beauty, the scent evoked maddening lust. The second kiss brought

a faint savor of her essence, and he knew he must taste more.

Tentatively, he touched those petals with his tongue. Thrilled

by the taste, he rested there a moment before lapping up more.

"Aurora hadn't really absorbed the experience of her first

orgasm. She been excited by the later kisses, but she was

content to lie there when they stopped. Then he kissed her

again, where she had never been kissed, never been touched,

hardly ever even touched herself. She was pleased by the

sensations, then thrilled by them, and finally aroused to need

more of them. 'Lawrence?' she said.

"Instantly, he was torn by guilt. He had been so taken by her

taste that he had ignored her needs. He raised his head to see

her looking down her torso at him. 'Do you want me to stop?' he

asked. He knew that he would make any sacrifice for her, even

that one. She shook her head no. As she relaxed back down, her

hands came to press him back where he had been. Gratefully, he

resumed licking and sucking from her nectar.

"She dropped her head to the clothes-covered ground and reached

down to guide his head where she needed it. His tongue satisfied

that need for a minute, then it intensified it. The warmth

spreading through her body was no longer so strange, but this

time it brought with it a tinge of fear. She knew it led to the

fire, and that sensation held threat as well as promise. But she

desperately needed the relief his kisses brought, and the fire

held promise as well as threat. Her distraction slowed the

spread of the warmth only briefly. Then she was filled by it.

She strained as she had never strained before. She moaned her

frustration. And then the fire swept through her, not once but

over and over. Lawrence's head was the only thing anchoring her

to the ground, and she pulled it to her fiercely. Then she

wasn't on the ground at all but floating. Then she wasn't

anywhere.

"The higher Lawrence licked in this tasty valley, the tighter

Aurora held him to her. Her moans distracted him for an instant,

but her hands held him in place. Then she shook under his mouth.

He withdrew his tongue, and simply sucked her in a hungry kiss

until she stilled. Her collapse worried him enough to leave his

paradise with only one last kiss. He moved upward until he could

look in her face. She seemed dazed but not ill. As she slowly

came around, he became increasingly conscious of her nipples an

inch below his chest and her belly just brushing his cock when

she inhaled.

"The first thing Aurora noticed as she began to recover was

Lawrence staring in to her face from inches away. Wonderful

Lawrence, she had loved and admired him for years but had never

known that he could bring her such pleasure. They simply stared

at each other until she felt that she must kiss him. Merely

moving her lips in a kissing gesture brought him down on top of

her to kiss her deeply. After reveling in his kiss for a while

and chasing his tongue, she became more conscious of his warm

scratchiness against her nipples and a hot stiffness pressed into

her belly. The image of the bull came back, and then the image

of the wagonman kneeling above his wife. Lawrence was almost in

that position. Were he and she going to do that, she wondered.

She searched for the words to ask.

"Lawrence's worry slowly ebbed as she showed signs of recovery,

but neither his love nor his lust ebbed at all. He desperately

wanted to kiss her, he wanted to enter her, he wanted to protect

her and shelter her. Her lips moved as if she wanted the kisses

as well. That overcame his worry about her breathlessness. He

pressed against her to reach her mouth. The kiss began as an

expression of his loving care, it soon turned to desperate

desire. Her nipples pressed into his chest, her belly rubbed

against his cock. He wanted her, he wanted her permission as

well. He moved back from her mouth. 'Are we going to do what

the wagon people did?' she asked.

"Thrilled that she wanted him, he shifted a little more. He

spread her delicate petals so that his cock could find the way.

It took two trips up and down her vale for him to find the

opening. 'I love you,' he gasped. Then he drove into her

warmth.

"Aurora waited for an answer to her question, but Lawrence moved

instead. She felt him stroking her most delicate parts in an new

way. Then she felt a stab of pain. She cried out. How could he

do this to her?

"Aurora's yelp of pain stopped all of Lawrence's motion.

Belatedly, he remembered that a woman's first time was invariably

painful. 'Oh, my love,' he said, 'I'm sorry. Does it hurt

awfully?'

"Actually, it didn't. Aurora, too, remembered her mother's

caution about the agony that was the price of being a woman. She

had been too busy with new experiences to remember that old

advice. This had hurt, but it was not the worst pain that she

had felt that week. 'Just don't move,' she said. She adjusted

herself so that the pressure was less. 'I can stand it.'

Indeed, holding some part of Lawrence within herself felt like a

proper expression of her love.

"'Do you want me to go on?' he asked. He felt that he would die

if he didn't; he felt that he would die if he hurt her again.

"She took a long time answering. Lawrence was looking at her

with love and concern in his face. She didn't want to have him

go on, she did want to have him lying over her like this. She

wanted him forever. Suddenly, she nodded. He began moving

again.

"He took the time to kiss the one tear running down her temple.

Then he raised himself up. His strokes through the tight clasp

of the woman he loved were infinitely more sensual than those

past ones through the looser grip of a woman he had despised. He

had been highly charged by the entire morning's experience.

After only a few strokes he felt the forces gathering behind him.

His body sped up without any conscious decision. Then he drove

forward and pulsed his seed into her.

"Aurora felt stirrings within her like those his tongue had

produced, but each time a twinge of pain would cancel them. She

concentrated on his face above hers and his movements against her

body. He looked loving and concerned, then he looked hungry.

And then he sped up and his face looked agonized. After driving

inward, causing another twinge, he looked blissful. She had

never seen anyone look so satisfied.

"'It means that to him?' she thought. She wondered if she had

looked so content after he had tongued her to glory. Being that

important to another human being, to the man she loved more than

any other person, was worth the pain.

"Still lying on top of her, Lawrence kissed her in silent thanks

and apology. When they finally started to put themselves

together, they discovered that his cock, her thighs, and the

shift were all covered with his seed mixed with a little blood."

All through the latter parts of the story, Larry had been

stroking Dawn. Now he kissed her deeply. When she broke the

kiss, he began kissing down towards her breasts. She held his

head against her as his fingers parted her labia. He was

astonished at the moisture he found. When he first stroked over

her clitoris, she stiffened. He rapidly climbed between her

legs. "This one won't hurt," he said. He stroked himself along

her groove several times before easing himself within her.

The story, the petting, and the attentions of the morning had all

whetted Dawn's desire. When Larry's approach turned serious, she

responded with eagerness. She didn't even notice the reference

to the story in her concentration on the lovely cock moving just

outside its rightful place. Then she was entered, possessed,

filled. "Yessss," she said.

The clasping warmth and her slow "yes" both excited Larry. He

kissed her forehead once before beginning his long strokes. She

was soon matching him. Then her legs came up and tightened

around his waist. Her heels drummed on his hips. When his

excitement began to peak, he reached around one clasping thigh to

touch her clitoris. Soon, she was squeezing his member as she

had squeezed his fingers. He came in great gushes.

Dawn was arching up in an attempt to reach the peak while Larry

moved within her. Then her center was stroked. Almost

immediately, the climax swept through her. She was ecstatic,

then she was lost. When she noticed Larry again, he was balanced

above her and just oozing out of her. She tightened around him,

but that merely pushed him out. She recalled the comment about

"This one won't hurt." It certainly hadn't.

"Poor Aurora," she said.

"Happy Aurora. For she had decided that Lawrence was worth the

pain, and there was joy rather than pain the next time."

"When are you going to tell me that story?"

"Tonight, perhaps."

THE END

Berries

Uther Pendragon

anon584c@nyx.net

1998/04/13

2001/05/06

For another story involving a woman's first time, see:

brennan/forever.txt "Forever"

This story is indexed in the subdirectory:

yl.txt young Love

The directory to all my stories can be found at:

index.txt