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

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                             Berries
                            by Uther 
                            Pendragon
                         nogardneprethu@gmail.com


"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
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
1998/04/13
2001/05/06
2003/03/03

For another story involving a woman's first time, see:
forever.txt
"Forever"  


This story is coded (MF cons Mf rom voy 1st).

The code, voy, means: Voyeur, peeking.

For more on the story codes and how to use them to find the 
sorts of stories to interest you:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/code/scfr.htm
"Story codes for readers" 


This story is indexed in the subdirectory: 
yl.txt 
Young Love  

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm