F451

I didn't go to London right away. After taking the ferry from Calais, I boarded a train which took me to Salisbury. I couldn't wait to see Stonehenge. The Frommer book led me to a quaint little bed and breakfast, B&B as the English always call it. I ate and went to sleep early. The next morning, I took the local bus out to Stonehenge and spent a long time walking around those hulking stones, thinking about the thousands of years that had past by them. I was back in Salisbury by early afternoon and thought I should wash some clothes at the nearby coin laundry. The place was full of plump British housewives and one good looking guy who I thought must be a traveler too. He was wearing the jeans and t-shirt uniform after all. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help but watch him. He was big and athletic looking, with hair down to his shoulders. He was at least 6'4".

I was loading my clothes into a dryer, when I heard a voice next to me saying "Would you like to share a dryer, save a little money?" It was him. I embarrassed myself by blushing a little. I refused, saying something about "delicates", but then I fumbled around trying to counter the impression that I resented his approach. He seemed amused by the nonplussed girl he had met and we talked while our clothes dried. He was American as I guessed. He was a football player who had just graduated from college and was traveling around Europe. I liked him anyway. He wasn't like the football players in high school. He had a great smile that he used to disarm me. When we were gathering our dried clothes, he asked if I'd seen Old Sarum. I said I hadn't, but I had read about it in my guide. It's an old walled town that was the Salisbury of Roman times, but it had been unoccupied for hundreds of years. It was famous as a "rotten borough" of England. Though uninhabited, it sent a member to Parliament every election. They finally put a stop to that though.

"We still have time to get out there if you want to go."

I said "Why not?" and we met at the bus stop a little while later. We got to Sarum before dusk and walked through the gates. It consisted mostly of white stone walls and grassy mounds at this point. It was on a hill and overlooked the city of Salisbury. We walked and talked and settled into a niche atop a high wall where we could watch the city as it got dark and the lights came on. Dave told me stories of the Druids that used to live in England in ancient times. He was fascinated by them and Stonehenge and all the other prehistoric sites in England. At one point we heard a clang and Dave said "I'll bet they just locked the gate. They must not have seen us up here. It won't be any problem getting out though." It was romantic being locked in the old ruin after dark. I suppose I should be scared to be alone with a guy I just met, but I liked him and was hoping he would try and kiss me soon. He didn't make me wait. He took my chin and turned my head toward him and then kissed me on the lips. I parted my lips slightly as we kissed, inviting his tongue to explore. His wet warm little muscle soon was in my mouth and mine was in his. We were both horny, I think, and the kissing got serious right away. His hand slid down from my shoulder onto my chest and then my breast. I moaned into his mouth. His long hair fell around us as we kissed, it was very sensual.

Our perch was stone and beginning to get uncomfortable, so we looked for a more comfortable spot to continue. We came to a spot that appeared special. It was a large square courtyard. In the center was a square raised platform about 4 feet high with grass on on top. It looked very eerie in the pale moonlight. "This looks like a ceremonial spot" Dave said. "I like to think it was a pagan altar of some kind. Come on." And he climbed up, pulling me with him. We laid down on the grass and were kissing again immediately. His hand found its way under my t-shirt and was running over my ribs and stomach and around the periphery of breasts, teasing me, making me wait. While nibbling on my neck he cupped my breast finally, caressing the resilient flesh. He circled around the nipple, though, still teasing. Then his fingers closed on the nipple and pinched gently and massaged it. I was swooning by now, awash in desire.

He leaned his face back, but kept stroking my breast very softly. "Will you play with me? Humor me? Be my Druid Princess tonight. I'll play the Druid priest."

He clearly had a powerful Druid fantasy going. The eerie surroundings and moonlight made the idea seem natural. "Sure. Why not?"

"You are a Virgin Princess and tonight is your night to be deflowered ceremonially by the priest. The ceremony commemorates the rebirth of the earth each Spring." I might have known the fantasy would include my getting laid. Little did he know, he had an actual virgin here to deflower. It would seem churlish to back out now.

"OK, what do I do?"

"Just do as I direct you. You shouldn't speak. Your virginity is being sacrificed to the Gods, it's a very solemn occasion. Slip out of your clothes." I took off my t-shirt, jeans and underwear and tossed them over the edge of the "altar". My sandals were already there. Now I was sitting naked on the grass. He pushed my shoulders back so I was lying flat on the grass. Dave stood over me and removed his clothes. He stood there naked in the moonlight, his long hair hiding his face in shadows, a silvery glow on his hair and skin from the moon, his fat penis sticking out straight from his body, looking like a weapon. He looked like a naked Druid in the moonlight now. I laid passively in the cool grass waiting to see what my fate would be, goose bumps on my skin.

Dave knelt beside me and laid his hands on my body, caressing every inch, running his hands over my stomach, my nipples, my legs, my neck. After many minutes of this, he moved my legs apart and knelt between them. He pulled my knees up to expose my vagina better and then bent and placed his lips there and began to suck. He made love to my vagina slowly steadily, building heat there. His tongue massaging my clit relentlessly. I laid as passively as I could, letting him force me to come. Finally I couldn't contain it and my orgasm exploded and shudders possessed my entire body. He kept licking through the entire orgasm until it started to tickle and I broke character and pushed him away so I could recover. He kissed my thighs and stomach and then returned to my pussy and brought me back to a boil with several more minutes of loving attention to my sex.

With parting kisses to my legs and stomach, he stood up and reached down to help me stand. He stood in front of me and took me in his arms and kissed me once hard, my breasts crushed into his chest. Then his hands touched my shoulders with light pressure and I realized he wanted me to kneel. I sank to my knees with my hands at my side. He touched my chin and lifted it to look in his eyes. With the other hand he held his cock pointing at my mouth. With one hand pressing lightly on the back of my head and the other holding his cock, he pushed into my mouth. Holding my head lightly with both hands he thrust his hips slowly back and forth, gently fucking my mouth with his cock. One hand was still behind my head and the other caressed my cheek. I think he liked to feel my cheek bulging as the cock entered my mouth. I had grown to love sucking cock in my few days in Paris and this fantasy sucking was very sexy. I was hot enough to come again with just a little stimulation. When Dave began to breath hard and it was clear he would come any second, he withdrew from my mouth and began brushing his cock against my neck and breasts and nipples, giving himself a break so he could hold out longer.

Dave stood beside me and pressed on the back of my shoulders, pressing me forward to the ground. He positioned me on my knees with my cheek on the grass and my ass in the air. He knelt behind me and I could feel his hands kneading the muscles in my bottom, then one hand held my hip while the other placed the tip of his cock in my pussy. This was to be the moment of my deflowering. How odd, I always imagined it in a bed or on a couch or maybe in a car, but never like this. And certainly never from behind, doggy style. I steeled myself, for I was determined not to cry out when he broke my hymen. I didn't know how much it would hurt, but other girls told me it wasn't too bad. Luckily I was very wet from Dave's ministrations and from sucking him.

He shocked me by driving straight into me, ripping my hymen with no warning. I couldn't help yelping, and then as he kept stroking in and out, I was soon moaning and breathing raggedly. Having a cock inside my body was a revelation of pleasure, despite the intrusion of the pain where my hymen had been. The excitement, the fantasy, and Dave's thrusting cock soon brought me to another orgasm. My dam bursting caused Dave to lose control and he jammed himself into me to the hilt and pumped all of his sperm as deeply into my body as he could. Both of us were moaning and grunting out of control. I collapsed and he collapsed on my back.

After a few minutes we were snuggling and Dave said, "Did I feel something break inside?"

"Yeah, I really was a virgin." I said, embarrassed to admit it.

"Wow, that's really cool. You're great, you know. I feel like I should do something special for you now. Is there anything you'd like?"

"Actually, you made me stop kissing this before I was finished. Would you mind?" I was stroking his cock as I said this and it immediately jumped in my hand.

"Jeez, would I mind? Are you kidding? Where do you want me?"

"I want you to bring it to me." And I laid back down on my back. He got the idea quickly and knelt beside my head and offered his cock to my mouth. I used my hands to guide his cock into my mouth and sucked and licked him all over. Then, with his cock in my mouth, I put my hands on his hips and began moving him in and out of me in the same rhythm as before, gently fucking my mouth and me laying still, relaxed. A couple of times as he got close to coming, I slowed him down to keep him from coming. The third time though, I slipped my hand between my legs and found my clit. I orchestrated my body so that I came just as he had finished emptying his balls into my mouth. I had a shattering climax with my mouth full of thick cum, which redoubled the intensity of my own orgasm. Dave had come so hard, I think his cock was cramping by the way he was doubled over and gasping. I swallowed the thick mouthful and grinned up at him.

"My God, I've never come so hard in life", he said. "Watching your face while you kissed me was the most erotic sight I've ever seen." I smiled. I was glad I could give a man that much pleasure.

It was starting to get cold, so we got dressed again and slipped over the fence and caught the bus back to the center of town. We spent the night in my room and I tried out all the other positions that people normally lose their virginity in. Dave was very cooperative, funny really. He seemed to think I was somehow fragile because of my recent virgin status. A wonderful night, a crazy story. Who's going to believe this one?