by Candy Quinn
Bringing his free hand to her hair, he undid the tie that held it in place, letting the thick red mass flow freely down around her shoulders. He plucked at her lips with more kisses, stoking the fires of her loins with his fingers before he pulled back. Looking at her through narrow slits, “Let me lay you back on the grass, Miss Amy,” he said and, without awaiting permission, he slipped his fingers from her to lift her slender body with ease, bringing her to the mat of his jacket and laying her upon her backside with care.
He took a moment to look her over, lifting his two wet fingers to his face and inhaling her scent before licking at her juices with a moan. The flavour of a woman, so long unknown; it was enough to drive him mad.
She watched in partial horror, her body flushing red as she lay before him with her knees bent, and her arms awkwardly resting on her stomach. She felt uncomfortable watching him stare at her, towering over her tiny body, and she shifted under his gaze. Still, her lust for him was burning hot under the surface, and she mentally begged him to cover her once more.
Her hair was splayed around her, creating a red pillow of fine tresses, her slender body arched in yearning for him.
Undoing the buttons of his shirt, she saw the pale hairs upon his hard, lean chest, trailing down across his flat stomach. All the while he longingly gazed at her, his pants straining from the bulge beneath, until finally he came to them. The buckle undone, he began to part the clasps until a thick, veiny shaft emerged. The tip was already partially exposed from rubbing against her through their clothes, and was a dark and glossy purple.
Reaching his hands to her knees, he slid her skirt down to her waist. “I have never wanted something... or someone so much in all my days, beautiful angel,” he stated in his dreamily complimentary voice.
Her eyes were closed with the shame and, perhaps, embarrassment of being splayed before him so. She groaned at his touch, though, and he found her so pliable, so easily manipulated by his large hands as her pale legs parted for him, exposing the red fur that covered her femininity. They were slick with her juice, and her inner thighs were already coated in the same.
She was still silent, though, wordlessly begging for his actions to never cease.
The sight of her bare, honey slick cunt before him made his breathing pause and his heart hitch. He had touched it. Tasted it. But to see it before him made it completely real. Trembling, his hands went up to her blouse, slowly undoing the buttons, unveiling a growing triangle of her skin until he was showing her pert little breasts, those delectably stiff nipples pointing up.
Peeling the top back from her chest, he lowered himself down, his mouth engulfing the side of one pale breast. Suckling lightly he repeated the motion, but this time he took her nipple into his mouth. All while his cock bobbed over her, the large organ brushing her sex with its precum coated tip.
She was so pale compared to him, her nipples a beautiful dusty rose, her stomach like untouched snow, her hair a fiery sunset. When she opened her eyes, they were the deepest sea blue, with just a hint of green peeking through. She moaned as his lips touched her and her knees shuddered. Her breathing was so heavy, the lines of her neck growing visible with each inhale.
Impatient for her, he suckled and kissed at her breasts for as long as he could take it, until his hand came back to her slit. He felt her sex there, probing the narrow little seam of her femininity. So hungry to delve inside he rose up, kissing her lips again and murmuring softly, “This may hurt at first, sweet Amy... but only for a moment. Then it will be sweet bliss that chases away our hurts and loneliness, I swear.” Taking the twat-slickened fingers to his own shaft, he guided himself down to her, probing her pussy with the bulging tip as he rolled back the foreskin, revealing the entirety of the rounded crown.
She flinched at the reminder of pain, looking up at him with innocent concern. Her breathing held as she felt that hot member pulse against her. She needed this, even before she knew what was happening. She had dreamed of this on the long, lonely nights in her farmhouse, and prayed to the Up Above to provide her a man to guide her into womanhood. She wanted something to stop the throbbing in her loins, and she instinctually knew he held the key.
The whole thing was more than he could have dreamt of a couple hours ago, but there he was, pushing down into her. She was a tiny woman, so slender, and his was a large, bulging, veiny rod he forced into her. With a groan of pleasure he descended into that over-slickened hole, stretching and then breaking her hymen as he grasped a petite breast.
She yelped, her back arching and her hands finding the coat as she felt that awkward pain, the sudden change in her world. It couldn’t be compared to anything else, but it was like her monthly cramps, only lower. More sudden. It was an uncomfortable fullness and pain as blood trickled down towards him. Still, it wasn’t a screaming pain - more of a dull ache - and she slowly began to relax.
It wasn’t until moments after that she realized the other uncomfortable pain within her was the large phallus that pressed onwards, causing her to writhe atop his coat.
With his one hand grasping her breast, the other held firm on her thigh, keeping it held back as he descended inside the young, virginal farm maiden. Sliding into her, he lowered his body down so his bare chest and stomach touched hers, his tilted head coming down to kiss away whatever remnants of her pain lingered.
It was with his mouth to hers, his tongue inside her waiting lips, that he finally nestled himself to her utmost depths. His thickness pulsed and throbbed wildly, urging him to buck and thrust like an animal rather than a cultured man, but he held himself in check, at least a little. He gave her no time to recoup, though, his hips rising up then descending, beginning to fuck her at an already impressive pace without warming up or easing in.
He gave soft grunts as his balls slapped down against her lightly, his thick, hard dick spreading her wide as it sought to rut into her warm sex.
Even as she tried to focus on kissing him back, she was struck by how different her reality and her fantasy were. She didn’t find the sensation of his weight atop her to be bad, but the feeling of his thickness pistoning in and out of her was something so new it was difficult to adjust to.
Her slickness made it easier to combat the tightness of her canal. That sense of fresh maidenhood lost was an exciting delight as her thighs pressed in against his.
He wasn’t brutal with her, but he was too ravenous to behave with proper gentleness for a lady's first time. The thrusting of his hard shaft kept coming on at its steady pace, forcing her to adapt to that speed and no less. His mouth hungrily supped at her lips and his rough palm greedily groped her petite breast. He groaned her name and pleasant words of fondness and adoration.
Though his body might be cruelly unforgiving, his mind still held her in reverence. This beautiful young woman. She was half his age and his gift from above. He told her these things in half-spoken, grunted, breathless words between kisses and licks.
She whined and moaned, her voice a cacophony as she lay beneath him, so slight and prone to his rough rutting, her uncertainty, confusion and arousal all tumbling around within her. She hadn’t an idea if this was how it was to feel, if this was the thing that drove her wild in the middle of lonely nights and empty dreams, but she wanted it more than anything else. Even with the pain, and the discomfort. Even with the ruthless thrusting and the rough touching, she wanted it all.
Though his blonde moustache and beard were soft, they tickled lightly at her as he kissed ravenously, his own light pubic hair mashing to her red little tuft as he plunged down in. It didn’t last as long as he’d have liked, but then it never could’ve possibly gone on for so long as that. He would have stayed within her an eternity had he gotten his wish.
With an increase in his grunts and groans, he panted loudly. His words vaporized into his mix of masculine noises as he pistoned into her tight little twat. He felt himself swell, his balls tighten, the impending release building rapidly like a fire upon a trail of oil. A muttered �
��yes’ was all he could get out as he began to spurt his seed deep inside her. Grinding himself in there, he kept the tip at her root as he unleashed himself, refusing to cease his grinding throughout it all, as if denying that it could end.
She was shocked by the sudden, final thrust. The one that struck her to the core and caused her to scream out in her own blend of pain and ecstasy, her body struggling beneath him as she attempted to unravel what had just happened. What she had done. What he had done.
But in his stillness, she found she still twitched, yet less readily. There was a need within her that was partially sated by the thrusting pressure, the oddness stuffed betwixt her thighs.
Spent, but in denial, he resumed moving within her, albeit slow, lazily even. Breathing heavily, his head hung down and his ponytail was a bit dishevelled. He kissed along her neck and cheek, feeling her slickness and his cum move within her as he rutted a little longer with his cock. “Ahh, Amy... ya stole my love,” he murmured, kissing her lips and moving a hand from her thigh to her hand, holding it sweetly, even as a thousand new thoughts raced through his head as the blur of desire and horniness faded, if only a little.
As he kissed her, her eyelids slowly parted, squinting at the brightness of the sky. She had no idea how much time had passed, for it could have been an hour or a day that she spent in his embrace. She felt dizzy with lust and young love, with pain and excitement. Her head was buzzing, but as she came free of the daze, it was as though the clouds had parted and she gasped in.
“I’m supposed to be back by afternoon!”
As if forgetting all else, he twisted his head around and looked up at the sun too. With a reluctant sigh, the older man rose up, slowly pulling his still thick organ from her puffy, pummelled cunny lips, leaving a drool of virile seed to seep from them. “No sadder a fate can I imagine than parting from you now, Miss Amy,” he said with a weary sigh, the afternoon fuck having left him drowsy.
With a frown he carefully pulled her skirt down to her knees, “You will come back again, won’t you?”
She was soiling his coat as his pinkened cum ran between her legs, and she squirmed uncomfortably as she rose up, cupping herself, “Please, remove my clothes and tie my hair so I can wash,” she pleaded with him, ignoring his invite as more urgent things came to her mind.
Listening to her without bothering to do up his own shirt or pants, he tugged her skirt off, then helped her out of her shirt, leaving her utterly nude. He placed a kiss upon her shoulder tenderly, trying to soothe the frantic young girl before beginning to tie her hair, “I shall die if I don’t see you again, sweet Amy,” he lamented, already thinking of the need to lay with her again. And again.
She rushed to the creek, splashing in unceremoniously and cleaning herself of his cream. She touched herself as a mother might tend to a wound, cleaning her slit free of him. He could see her shoulder blades, the way the droplets glistened on her pale skin. Just under the water was her firm behind, shapely as someone her size could be.
As she slowly walked out of the creek, a cool sheen on her body, she looked the role of a woman, as though she had been reborn. She went to her clothes and quickly dressed, looking up at him apologetically, “I will likely return tomorrow, but I must catch fish. I will not be a welcome sight tonight.”
He remained stiffened and exposed, his hard abs showing. At her words he cupped her cheek and leaned in, kissing her lips plushly, “Don’t worry yaself, Amy,” he reassured softly. “Just come back, an’ tomorrow I’ll make everythin’ perfect. I swear,” and with that he delved in for a deep kiss, his fingers combing through her hair again to the back of her head.
She met him hurriedly, but didn’t linger long. She grabbed her pole and, with a final look back to him, she began the trip home. Her heart was lighter and the gnawing loneliness was staved off, if only for the moment.
Legault's evening had been consumed with thoughts of the petite young Amy. It was a struggle just to envision his wilderness isolation returning to how it had been before he’d experienced her. It had come out of nowhere, unasked for, beyond his imagination, but he knew that the encounter would devour his thoughts forever more.
The next day, the rugged man made his way from his hideout down to the creek again. He’d had no idea a farm was so close to his spot, but instead of worry striking him, he could only eagerly await the red headed farm girl’s return. Oh, how he hoped she’d return.
He’d followed her back to her lands the previous day at a distance, making sure she returned safely, and as an excuse to watch her slender form a bit longer. He fantasized about her treading the way back to her home as he sat by the creek, fishing the entire morning through. He caught more than he would need or want, tying them together and letting them linger in the shallow water.
He could see his reflection, look over the neatly trimmed blonde beard and the tied back hair. His green eyes were deep and diligent and his large frame was broad and strong. He was a former military man, hiding out in the forest, and loneliness had gripped him until he met Amy just the day prior.
She had been so soft and yielding as he stole the virginity and heart from the young woman, merely half his age and so docile. Just thinking about how tight her pussy was around his cock, the way cumming in her had made him feel was enough to cause that thickness in his pants to swell once more.
Luckily, it was earlier than the day prior that the woman returned, her hair braided into two pigtails, her clothing identical to what she wore before. A simple white blouse was frilled around the top and bottom, and the long skirt grazed the dirt as she walked.
The way she moved, though, was different. There was a slight exaggeration in her motions, something more confident and desirous than the naïve woman he’d stumbled upon in the woods yesterday.
A small, shy smile crept to her mouth as she caught sight of him, and for a moment she spied upon him, watching his motions so carefully and with all of the eagerness of a new love.
She wasn’t able to scout long, however; he was far too alert a man for that. Only his preoccupation with memories of their one encounter allowed her to creep up on him at all unnoticed.
But with her in sight, his eyes immediately went wide and he dropped his self-crafted rod to stand. She captivated him and he gawked, soaking in her look. A broad, handsome smile formed on his face and he called out over the sound of the creek, “I love what ya did with yer hair, Amy.” And he did, for he stirred just to look at her.
She flushed, stepping towards him as quickly as he spotted her, a wide smile showing off her teeth, “They didn’t even know. I just told’em that there was a bear that chased me from the fish and I had ta run, and they didn’t even know the difference,” she exclaimed excitedly.
He trotted towards her in turn, bounding across the rocky shore and then the soil until he wrapped his arms about her in a firm embrace. His heart felt like it burst in his chest and he kissed her hard, “That a girl,” he said approvingly. “I was so worried ya would get in trouble an’ not be able ta show, m’sweet.” He squeezed her again, pressing his mouth to her once more.
She met him with all the hunger that he had shown her the day previous, but as she withdrew, she became more reserved. Giving him a bashful look, she spotted his fish from earlier, her lips parting in shock, “You did this?”
Not releasing her from his touch entirely, he gave a toothy smile of his own and nodded. “Didn’t want ya ta have to worry about makin’ up for yesterday,” he said softly, “so I caught ya some ahead of time, sweet Amy.”
His broad, strong hands rubbed over her shoulder blades and onto her biceps. “Gods, I feared ya were all a dream, brought on by isolation an’ loneliness.”
They embraced, her arms growing tighter around him as the heartbeats passed, “Thank you. I couldn’t come home empty handed twice. Surely they’d catch me then.”
His dark green eyes flittered over her youthful face, “Of course.” She was half his age and the picture of beauty and perfecti
on. Bringing a hand from her shoulder to her hair, he picked a pigtail up and fondled it fondly. “Ya braid these yerself?”
“Yeah,” she said, her hair so soft between his fingertips. She seemed so delicate. Her bone structure, the smallness of her nose, her wide, doll-like eyes, they all made her feel so much less real. But here she was in her simple peasant’s outfit which hugged against her body.
Bending down, he brought the soft braid of red hair to his face, letting it brush against his lips as he inhaled her feminine scent. She was nothing but delight to him, and he shut his eyes to revel in it a moment.
“I wanted ta make sure, Amy... ya weren’t hurtin’ none too bad after, I hope? The first time’s always painful, but... I hated thinkin’ I might’ve done ya some injury,” he asked, his voice laced with worry and fear.
She shook her head, trying to assuage his concerns, “It’s nothin’. Just like the monthly,” she quipped lightly in a country twang. “The biggest worry was that Pops would figure me out, but he didn’t, so...” she shrugged her shoulders. “Seems it all worked out.”
Relief filled his features in the form of a big, white-toothed smile. “Good,” he exhaled the word on a sigh and kissed her lips again. His head tilted as his tongue darted into her mouth to brush against her moist muscle. When they finally broke apart, he looked to her blue eyes and reassured, “Won’t hurt like that again. I swear. Only a firs’ time thing, sweet Amy girl.”
“Wasn’t so bad,” she promised, not wanting to frighten him away. She, like him, had spent the evening re-enacting it, and truly, even though she looked vibrant, there was a fuzzy sleepiness in her eyes. She was deprived slumber by her fantasies of him. Of what it truly meant to be a woman.
She almost glowed.
The corners of his lips rode high into his cheeks he smiled so hard. “Yer a real trooper, girl,” he complimented, his hand stroking her pigtail and around to the back of her head. He squeezed her in his arms once more, feeling how delicate her slender frame felt in his strong grasp, lifting her off the ground just a little with the act.
