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The Savage
by Phadaybaz (address withheld)
quick edit by AB-2007
***
A young teenage girl in colonial America stumbles
across a native of the land. (M/F-teen, nc, voy, intr,
1st)
***
Sixteen-year-old Maggie Johnson had come with her
family to the new land of America only the previous
month. Times were hard. The savages had turned against
them and killings were frequent. The land they were
homesteading was some 12 miles from a small village,
with a river running in the forest nearby that had to
be crossed.
Being a poor family, they could not afford slaves and
thus Maggie and her little brother had to do most of
the chores around the new farm, from bringing water
from a stream nearby which fed the river in the forest
to helping their father with farming.
One day, while fetching water from the stream nearby,
she heard the sound of splashing from the river.
Curious, she turned around the bend but suddenly hid
behind the bush when she realized that someone was
bathing in the river. First she could only see a dark
haired head floating on the river, then it turned
towards the bank and slowly came out a body so
magnificent in body and musculature that it made her
hold her breath.
He was nothing like any white man she had ever seen.
Golden brown skin, long black hair and tall height and
hairless body, except for a black thatch in the crotch.
Just like hers. Since she had never seen a penis
before, she was very astonished to see the club of his
cock, which was now erect and very hard... fat, with
two big globes hanging under it.
In her naiveté she saw the penis as something which
characterized the savage as the reason why everyone
thought of them as different... for she was sure of the
fact that the man standing in front of her was indeed a
savage... the heathens who were murdering everyone they
saw.
The man had been washing his body in the stream, as he
reached the bank of the river and looked down at his
erect cock and smiled ruefully at it. Then he gently,
delicately took it in the palm of his hand and stroked
it slowly. Maggie shrank back into the shadows hoping
that the savage wouldn't notice her. After a bit he
walked towards picked up a soft tanned hide and then
began to walk into the forest.
Maggie suddenly realized that she was trapped where she
was and would be found out if she took even a single
breath, much less move from her hiding place. But the
man passed by her and sat down behind the bush close
by. He sat on the ground with his back to a tree and
sighed gently.
As she watched fascinated, the man opened his thighs
wide and slowly began to stoke his erection back to
full glory. Maggie watched, mesmerized, as a drop of
crystal clear fluid came out of the head of the cock
and watched him lick it from the finger which he
brought to his mouth. Maggie was only a few feed away
from the man and could see even the individual fine
black hairs that surrounded his stiff member.
Then, as Maggie watched the man, he licked his palm
until it was wet and slowly began to massage the head
of his manhood, then going down towards the stem, his
hand beginning to pump up and down and he closed his
eyes and his breathing began to increase, as if he was
running.
She watched the fleshy sacks beneath his shaft begin to
tighten as he continued to mate with the wind. Soon his
breathing became harsh, his hand flying over his
stiffness, until he moaned loudly, his face all screwed
up. Then suddenly, a white fluid erupt from him,
shooting up in the air, one big string after another,
one even landing on a leaf of the bush behind which
Maggie was hiding.
Fascinated by what she'd witnessed Maggie carefully
plucked the leaf holding the man's droplet while he was
recuperating. She looked at it closely, then smelled
and then touched it. Not satisfied, she hesitantly
tasted a little bit of the warm sticky substance
finding it sweet yet salty at the same time.
Maggie looked back at the man sitting so close and
realized that her pulse had quickened and the her
breathing was rapped and shallow. Then she looked down
at his penis to find it quite smaller than before.
Suddenly felt a pair of eyes on her and looked up into
his eyes to find the savage staring at her. Maggie
jumped up from behind the bush and blindly ran towards
the farm; fear of death at the hands of the savage
uppermost in her mind all thoughts of his golden
muscled body and his long male shaft forgotten.
***
That night, Maggie was severely scolded for losing the
water pail, but she dared not explain the reason why it
had happened. Once in bed, she began thinking of the
majestic man she had seen -- as she drifted off to
sleep.
A shadow appeared at the window, a silhouette of a man
as he stared into each room through the windows until
he found hers. Silently he opened the window and
climbed into the room to se the nubile young Maggie
asleep on her bed. The long black tresses spread on the
pillow, the fair complexion aglow in the moonlight, the
sparking blue eyes hidden, but clearly remembered.
He silently took out a large white crystal from his bag
and held it under her nose. Soon, her breathing quieted
and she sighed. He took a blanket draped across a chair
and wrapped her in it. Then he hoisted her up on his
shoulder and exited via the window, their shadow soon
swallowed by the blackness of the forest.
He walked through the forest, crossing the river and
climbing the hill clad in pine trees until he came upon
a small low cave far away from the village. He laid her
on the floor and collected wood and built a fire,
lighting up the whole cave from inside. Then he
uncovered her, spreading the blanket she had been
wrapped in out on the floor, placing her onto it. Then
he silently opened up the front of her dress, revealing
her breasts.
Slowly he pulled the dress off the girl to reveal a
slim body with curves, fair skin, with a dark bush
between her thighs. He slowly licked his middle finger
and slipped it between the pubic hair to touch the
closed mons of her vagina, making the unconscious girl
squirm. He slowly entered the lips with the finger and
felt the tightness inside her, until he found the
maiden-head still intact.
Excited, he slowly pulled his finger out, noticing his
erection so hard that it was holding the loincloth up
like a tent. He then took out a berry from the cloth
bag and, opening her mouth, squeezed the berry until
its juice went inside. He then sat astride her stomach
and removed his loincloth to reveal his pulsing cock.
He then took a breast in each hand and slowly began to
massage them, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs.
Maggie moaned and slowly opened her eyes to see the
handsome face of the same savage she had spied on
earlier that day. When she realized the dilemma she was
in, she gave a horrified gasp and tried to free
herself, but to no avail, as she was trapped under him
and her wrists were in his tight grip.
He waited until she realized the futility of her
struggle, then surprised he handed her some leaves.
Silently she took the rolled up leaves from his hand
and chewed it as he'd indicated. Acrid taste filled her
mouth, but the warning look in his eyes made her
swallow the bitter leaves.
Although she was still afraid of the savage, she
promised herself she would not show her fear. What will
he do to me? She worried. As he smiled at her when she
swallowed the leaves, she belatedly realized that it
could have been poison she just swallowed and was a
fool to have trusted a savage. He meant to kill her!
The savage slid down from her abdomen, and opened up
her thighs. Maggie had never even imagined being in a
situation like this before. Even when she'd thought of
marriage, she had never thought about being touched by
a man, much less a savage. His hands were warm and dry,
and after the first shock of their touch Maggie's body
stopped quivering, after all there was nothing she
could do.
Maggie she watched as he slowly bent his head until his
face was buried between her thighs. Before she could
voice any protest, she felt the tip of his tongue slip
between her neither lips, sending jolts of pleasure
through her, then another wave of sensation crashed
through her as the tongue went in deeper and yet
another as the tongue began to flick her insides,
teasing her to an unimagined level of pleasure.
Then there was no stopping of the waves of intense
pleasure as he sucked on her little nub for the first
time. He felt her mons puff up and her juices begin to
flow, clinging to her pubic hair like little diamonds.
Finally he sat up and then edged towards her, between
her thighs. She lay there panting for breath and
watched him curiously as he took the club of his erect
manhood in his hand and began to rub it over her
vaginal lips. Here eyes widened as she realized his
intent. There was no way in the world that that huge
thing would ever fit in her.
Maggie wonderingly reached out and touched it and then
looked up when he gasped as he moved up onto his knees
and held her thighs as wide as he could and then
touched the tip of his manhood to her wet slit. Maggie
was suddenly desperate, that could not happen, not to
her, she began to pull away, afraid that he would kill
her with that huge thing that was throbbing with his
passion.
Sensing her reluctance but not willing to stop now, he
took hold of her shoulders in a firm grip and gave a
slight thrust to his hard bunched buttocks. She gazed
down between them wonderingly as half of his stiff
member was inch by inch swallowed up inside her body.
She had expected great pain, but feeling of her body
opening up and stretching and then closing around the
intruding column of flesh tightly was amazing.
Maggie looked up at this savage to find him staring
into her eyes intently. Then he slowly began to chant
something indecipherable under his breath as his body
tensed above hers. Then suddenly, he gave a hard push
with his penis, sending it crashing through her maiden-
head, tearing it open to let his huge member sink all
the way in to the hilt. A trickle of blood oozed out
around his shaft. Maggie gave an involuntary groan at
the sudden pain that lashed through he body, then
moaned anew when she looked down to find the huge thing
fully buried inside her.
The savage let go of her shoulder, still maintaining
eye contact, and grabbed her buttocks, settling into
her more deeply. Then slowly he pulled out half way
only to slam it back all the way in. He repeated this
maneuver again and again, faster and faster. Maggie
felt helpless, as she felt the whole length of his
thrusting member touching places inside her that had
never been touched before.
Gradually the savage's movements gained momentum,
finally losing control when he realized that his
captive was grunting with passion in his ear, hugging
him tightly as he thrust into her.
The feel of the slippery female walls spasming around
his cock made him lose his essence up, his thrusts
turning into bone-breaking slams, until, with a shout,
he reached his orgasm. Semen spouting out of his cock
in a great flood, splashing on the walls of the
helpless white girl's unprotected womb, filling her up
to the brim and then some, until it began to flow out
of her, mixing with drops of her virgin blood.
***
It was just before twilight when Maggie silently
climbed through a window of her room. She lay down on
her bed and silently picked up the hem of her skirt and
moved it around her stomach. She quietly touched
herself to find she was still puffed up, and a bit
sore. And still very wet with her juices and his cum.
Having taken his load of passion thrice in one night
had been an experience that she would never forget. To
experience the intense pleasure his body had given her,
pleasure that she had never even imagined before was
something that she would always hold close
She could hardly wait until the next time he came for
her, she knew he would. It was amazing to think that he
was a savage, everybody said they were. Something
struck her mind that made her giggle; for a savage, he
was the man who had just shown her a glimpse of heaven!
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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