The Spy's Daughter And The Rebel Colonel (Closed for Initiate_me))

[Initiate_me]

I couldn't allow him to believe that, when it was so far from how I felt. His compliments sent me reddening again. He helped me to hold my dress above the water and in doing so revealed more of my legs, which I knew had not been his intention, as he was undoubtedly a gentleman.

His hand was on my cheek as he declared his admiration, and when he removed it I felt that it belonged there, wondered if he had felt the heat of me. We stood there in the water as if no one else existed in the world, and I felt tense and I felt calm at the same time.

"I would look at you, but for the conventions which insist I should not see your body more than is necessary. Being that I am just a nurse, here to assist you in your recovery, and nothing more. Your words are holy to me... thank you for saying these things. Being here with you... it's as if I am in a dream, about to wake again in the dark of the hospital, with the groans of pain echoing in my ears again."

 

[Homerun2611]

I stood there in the water, gently cradling her soft cheek. The vulnerability I felt was so foreign, but so real, and I realized how much the war had taken from me. As I looked into her eyes, I knew I saw kindness, as she had been nothing but kind and caring since I had awoken after surgery, but dare I see more?

"I would look at you, but for the conventions which insist I should not see your body more than is necessary. Being that I am just a nurse, here to assist you in your recovery, and nothing more. Your words are holy to me... thank you for saying these things. Being here with you... it's as if I am in a dream, about to wake again in the dark of the hospital, with the groans of pain echoing in my ears again."

It was with a combination of compassion and longing I brought her sweet face closer to mine her mouth a mere few inches from mine. "I truly don't know what happens next Elizabeth, but for me, going with you to your home is a dream too. My nightmare was the war, and it may well be a nightmare I return to when healthy, but for you, the pain of the hospital is over."

As much as I wanted to kiss her soft, lips, I knew I should not be so forward, not unless I was sure that was what she desired. Instead, my mouth passed by hers and instead found her cheek. Her skin was soft as butter and as smooth as silk, and I couldn't help but let my kiss linger there a fraction or two of a second longer than proper. "Thank you Elizabeth for your kindness, your care, and for allowing me to remember who I fought for, and for whom I would willingly give my life, there is nothing more aspirational than a beautiful, young and innocent Southern woman!"

I finally let go of her cheek and grabbing her waist we walked out of the water where I could dress. Before long, we had the horse bridled and were on our way again, but this time it may have been my imagination but it seemed she sat closer, leaning into me, her hands seemingly more steady on the reins, and my hand more softly caressing her waist.

 

[Initiate_me]

I remained still as he talked of the war, and his pleasure at being released with me. When he said that I was an example of what he was fighting for, I felt a soft happiness tinged by a sharp burst of responsibility, knowing that the existence of civilians like me was part of the war's cause, even if mostly as an invisible influence.

After he had dressed we departed once more, this time calmer, as if we had become much more familiar with these few words that had passed in the river. His hand was around my waist as we proceeded but it didn't feel wrong, it felt good. It relaxed me, I felt that I could control the horse, could meet my nursing responsibilities, become a woman... everything.

We made our way barely seeing another soul and the light was gently fading, telling us that our day's travelling was nearly over. Under Rusty's direction, I steered us off the dirt road, to a spot of shelter between a rocky outcrop and a patch of trees.

"I'm afraid I know nothing of camping," I confessed as we got out. I was sure that he would, as a soldier, and I had no fear of the night or of any trouble as long as I had him there to protect me. The idea of passing the night in such close proximity to a man was thrilling, and I had to repeat to myself that I was doing nothing wrong, this was what the situation demanded. The temperature was dropping and the sun had all but disappeared.

 

[Homerun2611]

The remainder of the ride that day was largely peaceful. We exchanged some stories of the war, but more and more I was convinced of the unadulterated innocence of my beautiful young companion. Those observations only served to make her all the more alluring. Where I motioned her to pull over, and despite the impending darkness, had a stream not more than 100 yards away across a slight meadow.

I was feeling stronger, so once we were set, I pitched our small tent, and rolled out a blanket, that when folded over made the hard ground at least tolerable. I taught Elizabeth to make a fire, putting the kindling and dry leaves in a small pile, to catch the spark of the flint I had stored in my pocket. Taking her hand I showed her how to assemble and stack the logs until we had a nice fire. We had some eggs and cured bacon to make up for dinner, along with a pot of coffee which we would cook over the campfire.

However, before dining ourselves, we tended to the horse, leading him to the stream. As he ate the wild grass, I turned to Elizabeth as the sun was about to sink below the horizon. The sky was a beautiful pallet of purples, pinks, and oranges. “Before the sun is gone, would you like a chance to freshen in the stream a bit, or should we just head back?” Looking at her, I could only marvel at her beauty set aglow by the setting sun.

 

[Initiate_me]

I was happy seeing the horse take a well-deserved break, having a good go at the lush grass. The sky was just beautiful, everything was peaceful. How could there be a war tearing through our land? With men fighting and dying? It didn't seem possible, it didn't seem true. I could fool myself that it wasn't, for one night at least.

Rusty looked at me and he looked so at peace, as if he hadn't been in battle, hadn't been wounded, wasn't soon facing a return to the melee.

“Before the sun is gone, would you like a chance to freshen in the stream a bit, or should we just head back?”

I answered softly "Perhaps we could lay down in the meadow, it looks so inviting. Like a living blanket, put there for us by mother nature."

He nodded and we walked a few metres back from the stream, into the much luxuriant patch of grass I unlaced my boots and removed them, allowing my feet to feel everything. Hoping he would not think me unladylike for doing so. There was a slight incline and we were able to recline nicely into it, allowing it to prop us up very slighty. We lay there side by side, not quite touching, watching the horse nibble young plants on the edge of the stream. "I think I will call her fortune," I said. I wanted to explain why, that the journey had brought me luck, and happiness, but I felt shy to.

"It's a wonderful sunset. Do you... do you have a dream, for after the war?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Nighttime would soon be upon us, and I couldn’t help but look forward to it in anticipation. It had been so long since I had laid with a woman beside me, let alone a young and beautiful woman. It had been over two years since my wife had passed, and longer still that I had been in the Army. However, even with the eventuality of going to sleep not far away, I was still a bit surprised at Elizabeth’s response, "Perhaps we could lay down in the meadow, it looks so inviting. Like a living blanket, put there for us by mother nature."

She was right, the soft wheat grass did indeed look like a blanket, the soft gooses down variety we used back home in the winter. “Yes, I’d enjoy that very much, I am not sure I have ever found an artist who could do a better job of capturing beauty equal to what the good lord can do in nature.” We lair down, looking up into the colorful sky, Elizabeth situated on my right, or good side.

We lay staring up in wander, before her sweet voice broke the silence. "I think I will call her fortune," I smiled at the gentle mare, only now realizing we did not know her name. “Yes, that works, indeed. I had been thinking Lucky, as for my luck in being alive at all, but then being paired and cared for by such a beautiful angel. However, Fortune is even better, I like that very much.” We sat there a bit more, the now dark orange sun almost ready to sleep entirely below the horizon.

Her eyes and voice were soft as she asked her next question, "It's a wonderful sunset. Do you... do you have a dream, for after the war?" I turned over on my good side, propping myself up on my arm, I wanted to be honest, but was afraid of frightening her, but somehow I found the courage to forge ahead. I looked into the deep and brilliant pools of her young eyes.

“I thought I had lost my dreams with the war and the passing of my wife and child. However, something has changed...” I hesitated and took my free hand a brushed the back of my fingers down her soft cheek and lightly touched her neck. Then pulling away, but still looking into her eyes, “I still want a life, a wife and children, I am still strong and young enough, I hope a good woman will be interested in what I can still offer, and we can build a good and loving family.”

Slightly embarrassed, My eyes cast down. It went without saying, but it was Elizabeth who had reignited this need and dream, if only she was interested in such a life with an older man?

 

[Initiate_me]

I lay there silent, watching the sun make its sacred descent, listening to Rusty speak. Beautiful colours in the sky that made my heart want to sing and want to break. What did the future really hold for me, what was I moving on to? Did I truly have any power of my own, or did my fate belong to God? Or even to the generals of this war? How much choice did any of us really have? I wanted to ask Rusty, I thought he would understand, being a soldier who must follow orders and not think of the consequences. I was too timid to ask but I promised myself I would remember the question, ask it another time.

Rusty had turned over to look at me, to answer my question about dreams, and I did the same- it brought us close together, and I knew it was closer than it is proper to be with a man, but I felt it would have been impolite to remain looking away. We looked into each other's eyes, his were full of life and hurt and sadness and I wondered where all of that had come from... somehow knowing he was about to explain.

“I thought I had lost my dreams with the war and the passing of my wife and child. However, something has changed...”

It hurt to hear these sad thoughts, this past of loss and pain. He touched my cheek, very gently, the back of his fingers trailing down to my neck, and I felt a sudden rush through my body, a rush of... something. Something I didn't quite recognise. I didn't look away, didn't want my soldier to think I didn't care, I did care, so much. I wanted to tell him that everything could be different, that he could love again, but I stayed silent, tried to tell him with my eyes.

“I still want a life, a wife and children, I am still strong and young enough, I hope a good woman will be interested in what I can still offer, and we can build a good and loving family,
he said, then his eyes went down and he seemed to be examining the soft grass under the disappearing light.

I wasn't sure what I could say that would both be honest and also becoming of a girl of my years, and I turned onto my back to look up at the stars now showing themselves. A quiet minute to think it through, before something told me to be true to myself, that this was no time for propriety, our modern life and the war was making the unspoken old rules seem backward, like the ideas of rich old English families and royalty.

"I think any woman who was not interested would likely be found in an asylum," I said, eyes on the moon which was half-full. "You deserve the best of wives, and she that has the honour will know herself to be fortunate in the extreme." I blushed, hoped that he didn't mind me venturing such a strong opinion.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was a most vulnerable thing when a man first professes his interest in a woman. There were so many conventions in the way we had lived prior to the war, bu none of that seemed to matter right then, and then the candor of her statement took me aback but also made me happier than I had been since, well, I couldn't remember when.

"I think any woman who was not interested would likely be found in an asylum...You deserve the best of wives, and she that has the honour will know herself to be fortunate in the extreme." She had looked away and the night was increasingly dark, but her words filled me with such passion and desire, even if my body was still healing. "Miss Elizabeth, would you...could you...be such a woman...I would very much like to earn the right of your company."

I swallowed hard, suddenly realizing how nerves had made my mouth a nearly arid wasteland. She was laying on her back and I do declare I don't believe I had ever seen a more beautiful site. There were so many reasons why I should have stopped right thee, it was the proper thing to do. It would only be mere days before I met her mother, possibly her father as well. I knew the protocols, but here, now, it was just the moonlight beginning to shine in her eyes and despite the pain I found myself leaning down, hovering my face just over Elizabeth's for the briefest of seconds, and then, without even asking I brushed my lips against hers and then pressed further.

Her lips were soft, and sweeter than honey, resting my hand briefly on her waist I let the kiss linger and it was the most glorious moment I could remember. And then as quickly as it came on me, it left and I pulled back. "Oh Elizabeth forgive me, I was so caught up in the moment, I am sorry, please don't think I was disrespecting you, quite the contrary for a man not to want to kiss you, he should be in an asylum."

 

[Initiate_me]

When he leant over me, I knew what was happening. The kiss was nothing like my little fumbles with the boy back home- it was deep, full of feeling, full of his experience. His lips felt rough, but I liked that, wanted more when he pulled away.

"It's alright," I whispered to him. The moment has caught me too...," I gazed into his eyes, looking up at him and a background of indigo sky and distant stars. "The moment is everything. Can we stay in it?" I hardly even knew what I meant, I just wanted to hold this feeling, stay in this, not return to the world. Could we somehow prolong the night, stretch it on forever....

My body was giving me signals like it never had before. I felt like I was burning up, like something inside wanted to take him, pull him to me, join him to me. I said a quick prayer for these urges to be taken away from me if they were wrong, waited and nothing happened, and I told myself that my creator would not torment me like this, this was right, we were right, together.

"I want you to take me," I said quietly, the darkness obscuring my crimson blush, and I looked to the moon instead of his face so that my courage would not fail me. "I don't want to be a girl, I want you to make me a woman. Please."

 

[Homerun2611]

"It's alright,...The moment has caught me too...The moment is everything. Can we stay in it?" My eyes flashed and my hand again naturally found her thin waist but this time my grip was firm and commanding. Not ever wanting to hurt her, but more showing the sweet young maiden that she was in good and experienced hands with a man who was completely devoted to taking care of and pleasing her. "Really...of course...I was afraid..." I was stammering, my heart beating and my entire body trying to figure out what I was capable of, as I was far from full strength.

She was soft, sweet, trusting me with the most precious jewel possible, "I want you to take me,...I don't want to be a girl, I want you to make me a woman. Please." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I was overwhelmed by both passion and obligation. The young girl looking up at me was perfection personified. I knew I needed to not allow my natural passion and desire overrule. I felt the strangest juxtaposition of desire and need, hunter and conqueror, with nurturing and protector. Given her comment, I had little doubt she was a virgin, and I made a commitment to myself that if I did as asked, I would do my best to not only be her first lover, but to commit myself to doing right by her gift. I also knew that I wanted to make this first time incredible. My mind racing, I leaned back in and whispered.

"I would love to....no gift could ever be as special...no treasure more appealing....Elizabeth, I want you like I have never wanted anything, but I want you to be sure, every step of the way, and you can stop at any point. I am not even sure what all I can do, but I will give you my best but more than anything let me help you have your body ready, if you let me, I will have your body feeling and wanting things, I am not sure you have ever imagined!"

This time as my lips met hers, they slightly parted and my tongue tickled her lower lip, before pressing inside, and as our tongues began their introduction, my fingers unbuttoned her blouse and my hand slipped inside her under garment and caressed her firm young breast, my fingers rolling and gently teasing her nipple....

 

[Initiate_me]

I remembered once hearing a friend talk about a man she had met. Her parents had introduced them, but when left alone he had turned out to be something of a rascal. She approved, enjoyed his attentions, and said that he kissed like he meant it. That phrase came back to me as Rusty joined our mouths together. He kissed like he meant it.

His promises rang softly in my head like a bell heard underwater. Beautiful promises. Of pleasure and knowledge that had always been hidden from me. Things that I had been left to imagine, now so close, tantalising me.

His hand under my blouse where no man's hand had quite managed to gain access, on my breast, fingers rubbing against my nipple, which hardened with my willing and desire. I felt like something inside me was hot, boiling and melting. My hands caressed the back of his head, held him to me.

 

[Homerun2611]

Elizabeth was so soft, so perfect, the word angelic seemed the most appropriate, yet that didn't deter me. In fact it could not have aroused me more, as I wanted to slowly peel the clothes off my angel, and delight in her nakedness. I could feel myself growing hard, my cock wanting to enjoy every aspect the young virgin might ultimately offer.

This was only our first time, and today would almost entirely be about her, but I hoped she was as open and desirous of wanting to learn to please me, as I was completely committed to pleasing her. Our kisses became more passionate, as her hand tickled the back of my neck in caress. Her blouse now completely unbuttoned, I unlaced her corset and slowly peeled her clothes until she lay naked from the waist up beneath me.

I pulled back openly lusting and admiring the beauty of her naked breasts, natural and pert, her nipples now hard from my fingers. We kissed again, as I taught her to make our tongues dance and coil, our breathing became more labored, as the soft, sweetness of Elizabeth's lips and tongue induced moans from my very soul.

Kissing down her soft neck, kissing her chest, and softly kneading her breasts, my mouth finally reached her nipple and at first I lightly kissed and licked her nipple, swirling my tongue around er areola, before latching my mouth onto her perfect breast and beginning to softly suckle her nipple.

The ripples through my body were incredible, a starving man, being presented with a gourmet feast. I intended to enjoy her nipples and let their sensitivity do their magic on her body. My hand reached down and found the bottom hem of her dress, reaching underneath and beginning the journey of sliding my hands up her firm, yet silky legs.

 

[Initiate_me]

He unwrapped me slowly, like a long-anticipated gift, and I took my hand away from the nape of his neck and just lay there. Waiting. Hoping he would approve of what he saw. Trying not to wonder just how many women he had seen like this. Once I was naked, I could feel the warm night air on my body. I looked away, up at the stars again, but I knew that he had pulled back to look me over.

He kissed me, kissed my neck, my chest, and gently massaged my small breasts. Then I felt his lips on my nipple and a charge of pleasure rushed out from it as he toyed with it, using his tongue. I sighed and felt like I was sinking into the soft grass, like I was about to leave behind the mortal world.

I closed my eyes, could feel his hand moving up my leg as he sucked my nipple. I knew he was going to touch me where no one else had. I knew he was going to make me a real woman.

 

[Homerun2611]

As my hand slid up her thin calf and the soft, creamy smooth skin of her young toned thigh, I moaned. It had been so long since I had been with a woman, and well over a decade with any woman other than my wife. I moaned in anticipation, desire coursing through my veins, my cock throbbing in my trousers for want of this sweet, beautiful young thing.

Despite my previous bravado, this felt new and exciting. Again, just as my fingers felt the soft fabric of her panties, I looked in her eyes. “Elizabeth, you are so young and beautiful, I want you to know that I feel unworthy. I don’t believe I have ever seen anything quite as beautiful as you. Has anyone ever told you how breathtakingly beautiful your entire body is? I only hope, I can give you the experience you deserve, I want you more than I even thought possible.”

I was speaking softly, almost reverently, at this young woman I was about to worship and pleasure. I slipped my fingers inside the light fabric of her panties, and then leaned in and kissed her as I pressed my fingers and cupped the tender skin of her folds. As my hand moved, pressing and massaging her mound, my fingers found and pressed inside her tender, warm folds.

Kissing more intently and passionately, my fingers slowly explored, and slid a finger up inside her young, virginal pussy, as our tongues danced, and I pressed my hardness against her outer thigh through our clothes, moaning needfully, as I felt her press against me...

 

[Initiate_me]

His finger inside of me, where no one had been before. His words echoing in my mind, things no one had told me. The... lust I felt, that I had never known. It was all combining, swirling around me. Overwhelming me.

"I want you too," I moaned softly. "You can take me, I'm yours," and I meant it, really truly meant it. I wanted him to show me how to be an adult, teach me all about what men and women can do together.

His finger moved slowly, sliding in and out of my pussy, and I instinctively clenched around it. All of my nerves centred on how it felt against the walls of my virgin tunnel. I could feel his manhood through his clothes, pressing against my leg. Everything was one and then the other- soft grass, hard cock. Complete trust, biting fear. Slow movement, fast heart.

 

[Homerun2611]

"I want you too ... You can take me, I'm yours," I looked into those sweet eyes and so both the sincerity and the vulnerability of her soft reply. I wasn't sure if I was falling in love or just deep infatuation, but never had I wanted someone, nor desired to make everything as special and wonderful as I could. I needed no further encouragement. Every fiber of my being wanted to be as close and intimate with the stunning young beauty as I possibly could.

I took my fingers out of her soft, wet folds and again saw the look in her eyes, seemingly wondering what I might do next. Her body was a delicious buffet and I intended to enjoy course after course of her delights. Reaching down I undid her skirt and slid it down off her body so that my present was now completely unwrapped and gorgeous. As she watched I stripped down myself, let her see my hard cock so needy and desirous of her young flesh. I knew I was large and I wanted her to be comfortable with the tool that would soon take her maidenhood.
I was now completely naked too, excepting the bandage she had dressed for me. I spoke softly, "Just relax and enjoy this, you are my princess and I want to be your prince charming."

Luckily, mother nature seemed to be on our side, as the stage could not have been more perfect. 2/3rds of the sun had dipped below the horizon and the sliver yet burned a deep red, filling the night sky in deep purples and reds, with just the slightest hints of gold. The full moon in the night sky was just making its debut, as were the light twinkles of the evenings first stars. The sky created a silvery shimmer in the lush graces where she lay.

I slid down between her legs and parted them, smiling how he soft pink lips glistened in the ever increasing moonlight. I leaned forward and putting my weight on my hands, my mouth returned to first again suckle and tease her pert young breasts and hard pebble like nipples. Kisses and licks worked from there, down hr firm tummy, teasing her belly button, and then down, down until I was now tickled myself by the soft hair of her pubis on my chin as I began to kiss her mound. Soft wet kisses up and down as the lips of my mouth, caressed the lips of her pussy.

She was warm and inviting and I looked up. "I can't wait to taste your sweet nectar..." and down I progressed as my fingers spread her lips and my tongue slipped inside her folds. Deeper and deep my tongue enjoyed her, tracing clit to taint and back, even touching on her tight little rosebud before going back up. Over and over I lapped and enjoyed, drinking heartily of her virgin honey!

 

[Initiate_me]

"Just relax and enjoy this, you are my princess and I want to be your prince charming." He said. I nodded, my eyes taking in the impressive sight of his strong body, hardened and toned by a difficult life of struggle. His penis was clearly ready- I didn't know a lot but I knew, vaguely, how that worked, and I just hoped that my body would be able to take it. A gentle touch, that was what I needed. And everything told me that he was the man to give that.

Lying there in the grass, I felt warm, safe, happy, excited. I wasn't afraid now, or at least I wasn't too afraid. He descended until his face was between my legs, and I hadn't expected this. A friend had once said that some men were willing to pleasure their wives in this way, but I hadn't been sure if that was the truth or not, it seemed so strange. Suddenly it made sense, because he wanted to do it, he wanted to see me enjoy it, enjoy all these new sensations. I looked up at the starry sky, felt his stubble brush my inner thigh, felt his breath. He kissed me around the lips of my pussy, slowly, with reverence.

When he spread my lips and started to use his tongue, it felt like nothing had ever felt before. I was so sensitive, untouched there, his slow tongue-strokes were awakening me, sending nerves firing. He began to flick my clitoris at the top of each stroke, and I felt like I might burst, and after a minute I couldn't help cry out, I couldn't stop myself.

"Oh ... oh my God!"

 

[Homerun2611]

It was as if I had been invited to paradise and been told to roam free and enjoy myself thoroughly, just respect where I was. Her young body was fresh, unsoiled and beautiful. In fact I was certain I had never seen anything more appealing or that I desired more. Spreading her beautiful legs, I nestled my face into her crotch and dined liberally, feasting on her glorious little honeypot, lapping at her nectar like an enthusiastic puppy.

Her body was responsive, her reactions a nearly impossible combination of cute and sexy, but that was Elizabeth, at one moment little girl, the next alluring siren. I hoped she was feeling as good as I hoped, and when she suddenly blurted, "Oh ... oh my God!" I could barely contain my joy and lust. I knew I not only wanted to have her, but I wanted to own this girl, this pussy as mine, only mine, never to be touched by another man, for none could possibly treasure it as I did.
I redoubled my efforts, I wanted her to soar with eagles tonight, such that sh would never forget nor want for another.

“Mmmm...” I moaned, as I licked up and down her folds. Yet, I wanted even greater access, gluttonous in my need to consume as much of her delicious youth as possible. Sliding my hands under her firm and shapely derrière, I lifted her slightly in my strong hands, tilting her pelvis slightly for optimal enjoyment. Her cute little tush, inches off the ground so that only her upper back, shoulders, head and feet were still firmly on the ground. In her slightly levitated state, I found my tongue searching ever deeper inside of her until I hardened it to a dull point, and bobbed in and out, letting my tongue enjoy the trail my cock would soon follow.

Fucking her sweet flower with my wanton tongue was almost too delicious as the thrusting extended down all the way to my steel hard, throbbing penis, and the friction of the ground along with her taste and the intoxicating scent of her musk, was almost too much, so I slowed and set her back down. I looked up into eyes looking down at me, perhaps wondering what was next?

I spoke softly, but with the command of an officer, “Elizabeth, I am still preparing you. You taste wonderful, but I want you to totally let yourself go, and submit to what I will do next. Let yourself orgasm, it will shutter through your entire body, make you feel pleasure you didn’t think possible. I want you to come a few times tonight, but this will be the first, and the more you trust me, let me do the work and just react naturally, the better it will be. Do you promise? Trust me, and don’t hold back?”

With that, I lowered myself again, slipping two fingers into the depths of her wetness, I sawed my fingers in and out. Then separating her lips with the fingers of my other hand, I exposed her swollen clit to the night air, and began the full assault with my tongue. She was superb, and I was resolved to not let up until I felt her incredible young body succumb!

 

[Initiate_me]

Knowing he was down there, knowing that was where he wanted to be, and knowing he needed me... it was almost too much. His hands under my behind, cupping my cheeks, lifting me- it gave his mouth full access to me and fired everything up even more. Everything was going up, everything was rising, everything was flowering. I was flowering. I looked down into his eyes, connected with him.

“Elizabeth, I am still preparing you. You taste wonderful, but I want you to totally let yourself go, and submit to what I will do next. Let yourself orgasm, it will shutter through your entire body, make you feel pleasure you didn’t think possible. I want you to come a few times tonight, but this will be the first, and the more you trust me, let me do the work and just react naturally, the better it will be. Do you promise? Trust me, and don’t hold back?”

I nodded, I could hardly speak, but I knew I had to. I knew he wanted to hear my voice. "Yes, I trust you. I'm ready."

I titled my head back and felt his fingers enter me, move with rhythm, with passion. My back arched and I pushed my pelvis up to him, then his tongue was on my exposed clitoris, working it with a new intensity, and I cried out again and again.

 

[Homerun2611]

I could not have been more engaged, fucking her with my fingers, dining on her sweet clit. I was focused and committed to pleasuring her virgin pussy, delighting her tender cunt. Over and ver I took her, tasted her teased her, as her body arched and she cried out in pleasure.

She was close, she had to be, but I needed to not only guide her up the mountain, but feel her take off. She was so perfect, and there was only so long I was going to last before my body screamed that I thrust my throbbing manhood into he silky depths and own her maidenhood forever as her lover and teacher.

Licking, sucking, fucking, enjoying I pushed the intensity ever and ever higher, "Come to me Elizabeth, come to me my angel, give me that delicious climax!"

 

[Initiate_me]

"Come to me Elizabeth, come to me my angel, give me that delicious climax!"

I hadn't known enough to expect it, to know what could happen, but as soon as he spoke those words I felt the build of intensity and heat and vibration inside of me rise up flow up and overflow, it took me in its fiery arms and squeezed me and it was like I was about to burn up or explode. A cascade of pleasure, so fierce that it was almost pain, rocked me and I could hardly think, just let myself go to it, surrendered to the climax, rode the wave of fire, and I cried out again, or maybe it was a scream, my muscles clenching and my fists pounding against the grass and the earth.

It all ripped through me over what felt like minutes but must have been seconds. Then I was back, back in the world, looking down at Rusty's face. He was breathing fast, eyes fixed on me with the intensity I imagined must normally be reserved only for the most serious of battles. I lay there, covered in sweat, hair a mess, and smiled at him. Silently thanking him. Silently encouraging him to now do whatever it was that came next. Whatever he wanted. I wasn't afraid of convention, of what could be said if people found out. I knew that the stars blessed us, they had no judgement.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was incredible to feel her orgasm with her, touching her, watching her. Her little back arched and the scream was almost primal, but pure pleasure. I watched he paw the grass, and felt her press her sex into me. I had asked her to let go and she had responded and delivered spectacularly.

She had no idea of the gift she was giving me, to let me experience these special firsts, with her, through her. "Yes, my sweet baby!" I murmured as I felt her come and her sweet juices flowed down my chin. I let her ride my fingers and tongue through her climax, her body tensing, convulsing and then settling, but hardly finished. She relaxed and looked at me, the sweetest expression, beautiful almost glowing as she was learning what her gorgeous body could do, and just how good it could feel.

I got up kneeling on my knees, and I took my hands and spread her legs back apart, her tender pussy glistening in the moonlight from just being satisfied. I watched her chest heave up and down, her nipples hard like little candies calling for the feel of my lips and tongue. She looked at me in expectation, "Don't worry lover, we aren't finished yet, we aren't close." I smiled and taking my hard, throbbing cock in my hand. Looking into her eyes, I took the head and leaned in and ran my mushroom glans up and down her soft, warm slit.

It felt incredible, it had been so long since I had been with a woman, any woman and here was this beautiful flower open and ready to take me. Leaving it pressed against her opening, I let myself fall forward catching my weight with my hands, and doing a slow push up down until my chest was pressed against hers, and I could kiss her soft lips. We were so close, the head of my cock pressing just inside her outer lips. I moaned as I kissed her, such want, such desire I could not remember feeling. "I need you know Elizabeth, I want you so much, I am ready to make you mine, I want to make you mine."

Kissing her again, I rolled my hips and began to use my legs and pelvis to press inside the virgin tightness of her sex. Thank goodness she was so wet and slick as my head easily moved, and then was gripped hard as I pressed in farther. I tried to speak softly, reassuringly, "Try to relax, I will meet resistance and I will need to press, you will feel tight and I will stretch you out. There is going to be a bit of pain at first, but if you can relax, I will press through it and let your body adjust to me, but you are nice and wet and then it will start to feel good..." I positioned my body, kissed her and let our mouths and tongues dance, and I pushed in my hard steel sword into her virgin sheath. I felt the resistance of the thin veil of her maidenhood, she felt incredible as her warm, pink, wetness gripped me, "Are you ready Elizabeth, are you ready to become a woman?..."

 

[Initiate_me]

Lying there in the wake of the wave I had ridden, strange thoughts of home drifted into my mind like soft clouds. It was like the intense energy had subsided for a moment- I could feel it beneath, knew that it would come back, but just for a time it had given me a platform, high up, from which I could view.... my life. My people. The future.

From up high, I saw the plantation. Mother on the porch of our house there, her old shawl wrapped round, looking out at the stars. I knew she was thinking of my father, away fighting for our cause, risking himself like Rusty had, toiling and struggling and striving and battling. Believing. And she was thinking of me, wondering if I was safe at the hospital, if I was anything akin to happy. If the responsibility would help me in any way, bring me some direction, some experience. My letter would send her into a frenzy of preparation, attempts to make our property beautiful and commodious, fit for the visit of a distinguished soldier, and the return of her only child. But that would wait, for now she stood in ignorance of our journey, wrapped in her thoughts, her speculations. I saw the rude cabins where our plantation's hands slept. I couldn't see inside- I had never seen inside, never went down to that part of our land, forbidden to by our father. I had heard whispers that the hands were some element of the war with the union... but such things were talked of in hushed tones, and I didn't understand it, tried not to think of it.

That discomfort broke me from the spell and I was back on the grass, naked, Rusty's strong body over me, his deep voice telling me how much he wanted me, needed me... We kissed again, deeply, and I felt the head of his manhood press against my tight opening, rubbing against its slick wetness. It eased slowly in, and I tensed, sensing oncoming pain- not looking down but remembering from the sponge bath how much of his tool there was to take in. His words of comfort and advice calmed me and I slowly un-clenched, relaxed, and we kissed again as he pushed himself slowly into me, and I had a sensation of a loving invasion, a gorgeous violation, as it filled me more and more.

"Are you ready Elizabeth, are you ready to become a woman?...

I sighed, exhaled my worry and questions and hesitation, expelled them to the air, to disappear. "Yes," I whispered to my soldier. "I'm ready."

 

[Homerun2611]

She was so precious lying beneath me, her legs open and her body beckoning me to become one. Soft and wet, my head slid just inside, quickly confronting the resistance of her hymen. The young maiden would remain so only a few short seconds longer. I looked into soft, beautiful eyes and awaited my answer, barely able to hold my yearning body back. She whispered, "Yes...I'm ready."

And that was it, a steady push, a bit of a a wince and gasp, and I softly kissed those lips, as the warm fluids of her virginity enveloped my cock, her maiden seal forever pierced. I held for a moment and then slowly continued my entrance. Down, down, down I lowered and took her, savoring every glorious inch of her tight, pure, passage way.

Moaning and enjoying the feel of her, this special girl, my angel, I was now at her very depths, the head of my cock pressed against her cervix, her womb mine! "Oh Elizabeth, you feel incredible...latch yourself to me however you feel the need, I want you so..." Groaning, like an old pump, I rose myself up and again plummeted slowly to her deepest point, my testicles hitting her firm ass. Slowly accelerating, up and down, UP AND DOWN!

My God, it was wonderful, a revelation, her young cunt gripping mine, milking my long thick shaft, her grip so tight, the sensation incredible. Her body had seemingly recovered, I felt her juices up and down my shaft and head. My arousal kept building and building and now I was on fire, my engine redlining as the thrust grew ever powerful...."Oh sweet, sweet Elizabeth, you may now be a woman, but I have never felt more a man, never sweet lover have I felt this good!!!!!"

It was the truth, yet it only escalated from there, and it would not be long, no man could endure this level of pleasure for too long without succumbing to his need, certainly not ME!!!!!

 

[Initiate_me]

His cock was pushing deeper and deeper into me, I could feel it, could feel it filling me, greedily claiming me. It hurt as it filled me more and more, but the pain was interwoven with a beautiful pleasure. Every stroke sent a rush through my body, blossoming out from my core. I closed my eyes, let the pleasure and pain take me. I soon felt his testicles nudge against me at the end of each slow thrust, and knew that he was in me completely, and it was wonderful, it was like we were one, like we had joined together to become one pulsating being.

I held his shoulders to keep me steady as his rhythm took over, his words and his clear physical hunger told me how much he wanted this, how intense it felt for him, and that knowledge elevated my enjoyment further. I gripped him, pulling him back into me each time, squeezing and clenching. I'd never imagined that losing my virginity would feel like this. My friend had told me that women attained nothing from this act... but now I knew she was so wrong.

"You're... so deep inside me...," I whispered to him, then gasped as he thrust just a little more firmly. "I belong to you... I need you..."