Chapter 3: The Death Trap

   She followed him through the jungle, part fearful that something would
jump out at her and part confident that this boy/man would protect her from
anything that happened.

   When she had struggled after him, calling to him, cursing him, he never
once turned to look at her, but he never seemed to get farther than fifty
or sixty meters in front of her either.  She had lugged the briefcase
along, unwilling to leave it behind, until her arms hurt so much she had to
stop and put it on the ground while she rested.

   But she wouldn't leave it.

   When he saw what was holding them up, he went into the jungle and came
back with long, thin leaves of some plant that he wove into a flat rope
that he then tied to the straps that held the case closed.  Without a word
he slung it over his shoulder and the case rode high on his back, leaving
his arms and hands free.  Then he started off again.

   Penny's wrists hurt, and the blood caked on her torso itched and flaked
as she moved.  She somehow felt MORE naked than she was, which was
completely, and marveled that her civilized taboo against nakedness was so
strong.

   She found herself looking at the boy's buttocks as he walked ahead of
her.  His cheeks flexed and moved as he walked and she realized she thought
it was...  beautiful.  His back was the same way, though less pronounced.
He was like a Greek statue in a museum, come to life.

   He stopped suddenly and she ran into his back before she could react. 
Her breasts mashed into his back as her hands grabbed his hips.

   His head was up...  turning...  testing the air...  listening.  She
remained very quiet.  There was a sudden animal scream from ahead and a
sound like cattle perhaps.

   His right hand came down on top of hers, where it touched his hip and he
took her hand, leading her off the path, into the more densely packed
plants.  They came to a tree and he pointed up.  There were no branches for
her to grab and she shrugged her shoulders helplessly, unconsciously using
sign language of a sort.

   He put his hands on the bark and then jumped up, his feet landing a
couple of feet below his hands.  She couldn't help but notice that his
genitals swung low, dangling between his spread legs.  Then, like magic, he
stood up, his feet somehow gripping the trunk as his hands moved upward and
he hopped again.  In no time he was fifteen feet up in the tree and she was
standing, looking up at him.  He walked out on the branch he was standing
on as if he were on a city street and gripped a long vine that was hanging
from above.  He pulled it up, made a loop in it and then dropped it down to
her.  She slipped the loop over her head and under her arms and had barely
gripped it when she felt herself lifted off the ground like she was being
pulled up by ten men.  She stifled a scream by clapping her hand over her
mouth.  The vine dug cruelly into her arm pits.

   A branch appeared beside her feet and she grabbed for the trunk of the
tree, grasping it and getting her feet on something solid.  She sobbed with
relief as the pressure in her arm pits went away.

   Then his hands were on her holding her sides right beside her breasts as
she gasped for air.  He was behind her and when she looked over her
shoulder she saw him looking to his left.  Her eyes followed his and she
gasped again as she saw the river, a slow moving width of muddy brown that
was alive with crocodiles.

   They were everywhere she looked, on the banks, in the water... 
everywhere.  If he hadn't stopped...  if she'd been alone, walking that
trail...  she'd have walked right into the feeding frenzy that seemed to be
going on.

   And it WAS a feeding frenzy.  There was a herd of some kind of bovine
creatures that were blundering into the water, trying to cross to the other
side, and the crocodiles were making the most of it.  Five or six animals
were down already and the water around them, red instead of brown, boiled
as they were torn to pieces by the voracious crocs.

   Then, right where they had been standing only moments before, the
surviving animals stampeded out of the death trap and into the jungle. 
Penny felt faint at the idea of anyone trying to keep out of the way of the
terrified beasts as they decimated the jungle for fifty meters on either
side of the tree they were standing in, and which actually trembled with
the passage of the escaping cattle.  She turned her head again, to look
over her shoulder at the boy, and found his eyes staring straight into
hers.

   Something she didn't understand tugged at her and she leaned backwards,
toward him.  When she did his hands slid forward and cupped her breasts.

   Penny heard herself sigh and, to her immense surprise, she leaned back
harder.  When his erection prodded her buttocks she didn't scream or demand
that he stop immediately.  But her hands came up and held his, as they
supported her heavy breasts.  He didn't move his hands, but simply let them
hold each breast as if it were some soft easily bruised fruit that he
wanted to be very careful of.

   Then his hands slid out from under hers and he pushed her forward
against the trunk of the tree as he turned and fiddled with a vine nearby.
When he turned toward her and held open his arms she didn't understand at
first, Then he was hugging her, pressing her filthy, blood-caked body
against his and making her put her arms around his neck.  He lifted her
buttocks and she squirmed, resisting, thinking he meant to let her down on
his cock, there in the tree.

   He slapped her ass hard with one hand and she yelped as it stung.  She
wrapped her legs around his waist, preventing her pussy from sliding down
to where that dangerous penis was.

   The next thing she knew she was flying through the air with dizzying
speed...  OVER the river full of feeding crocs.  She realized he was
holding onto a vine and had leapt off the branch...  and that the only
thing holding her to him were her arms and legs.

   She sobbed with fear, sure she would fall off and into the river below
them.  Then she was looking down, over his shoulder, the boy UNDER her as
his body went parallel to the ground.  His feet hit something solid and, as
if they were one person, they flipped upward to a standing position, his
feet firmly on the branch of a tree which, ten seconds before, had been
across the river from them.

   He stood patiently as her frozen body clung to him.  But as the
adrenaline in her bloodstream diluted, her muscles couldn't hold on and,
little by little, she sagged.  She felt her pussy slide down his abdomen,
until it contacted his rampant cock.  She moaned as fear was suddenly and
inexplicably replaced with white hot lust as his hard prick pressed between
her vulva and rasped across her clit.

   She snarled, her mind rebelling at the thought that she wanted him... 
was willing at that moment to surrender her cherished virginity.  Her feet
fell to the branch and she pushed him away from her.

   The limb they were standing on was perhaps six inches across.  She
leaned and began to fall immediately.

   Her arms flailed and her scream cut the air as her eyes caught his.  She
would have sworn that he was tempted to let her fall to her death, based on
what she saw in his eyes.

   At the last moment, however, his hand snaked out, faster than she would
have thought possible, and he grabbed her wrist.  He didn't hug her again,
and though she wanted to, she made herself keep from clasping him.  Instead
she reached for a nearby vine and tried to calm her heartbeat as she stood
stiffly on the limb.

   "I'm all right now" she said.  Idly she wondered why she spoke to him at
all.  He obviously didn't understand or speak English.  But it made her
feel more normal.  She felt the residual effects of lust in her body as
moisture left her pussy and ran down her left leg.  Her nipples felt super
sensitive and she wanted to tweak and squeeze them.

   But not in front of this boy.

   Twice more she clutched him, terrified as his strong arms held a vine
and they flew, like birds from one tree to the next.  Each time she felt
hot and flushed as she pressed her naked body to his.  She wanted to kiss
him, to suck his tongue, to swallow his penis until it shot the thick white
balm she knew was in that low hanging sack under his penis.  It was
probably because she was so sexually excited that she was able to grip him
without falling to her death.

   Once they were well past the dangerous river banks, he led her back down
to the ground, and they walked on.

   What seemed like several hours later the naked boy stopped, looked
around and sniffed the air.  Penny tensed.  He didn't do that unless the
world was about to come to an end.

   But this time he simply got off the trail and began to pick his way
through the jungle until they came to a small runnel that had clear water
flowing through it.  He stood in the stream and began to wash the blood and
grime off his body.

   Penny couldn't wait to join him.

   With long sighs of pleasure she splashed cool water on her body, rubbing
at the dirt and dried blood.  She was embarrassed to feel her nipples spike
under the cool water and repeated rubbing to get them clean.  She was
mildly astonished that she could be so constantly aroused under these dire
circumstances, but she undeniably was.  And this time, the urge to find
some release was too strong.  She turned away from the boy.  She pinched
her nipples hard and felt the spike of pleasure that presaged an orgasm. 
She hoped she could do it quietly.

   She was washing the crusted muck out of her almost white pubic hair,
preparing to diddle her clit when she felt his hands on her back.

   She jumped and took a breath to scream, but bit it off as she realized
he was actually HELPING her bathe.  His strong hands splashed her and then
slid across her back and shoulders.  When they reached her buttocks she
tensed again, but he made no attempt to violate her, simply washing her
dirty buns clean.  Then he did the back of her legs too before quitting. 
She was at once contrite for her animosity toward him as he helped her, and
smolderingly angry with him for stopping her from having her orgasm.

   Then it occurred to her that she was clean...  and naked.  She felt more
naked than before.

   She looked over her shoulder bashfully to see him standing with his back
to her, arms folded.  He was obviously waiting for her to reciprocate.  She
thought about getting her hands on those muscles.  He expected her to touch
him.

   So she did.

   She had touched a lot of men in her short life, but she had never run
her hands over a man as hard as this one.  Everywhere her hands flitted she
felt ripples of muscle.  Even his ass cheeks, which she had spent so much
time staring at in amazed wonder, were hard as rocks.  She had the sudden
intense urge to turn him around, so she could see his penis.  She felt the
heat of her own excitement flow into her pussy and the absurdity of the
situation flushed through her again.  She was a civilized woman, for pity's
sake!

   She exerted control over what she thought of as her 'baser urges' and
stood back.  Even if she thought to approach him sexually, he probably
wouldn't return her interest.  Other than that one mostly hard erection
he'd gotten while she was helpless, and another while they were standing
above the crocodiles, she'd see no indication that he had any interest in
her sexually at all.

   She decided that both were a reaction to the danger they had been in.

   That notion was shattered as he turned around and she saw that he was
now FULLY erect!  Clan now, his sexual organ was as magnificent as the rest
of him, standing straight out, pale and pink looking.  It was the same
diameter for it's full length, unlike some she'd seen, which were smaller
at the tip than further back.  He was uncut, of course, so there might be
some definition under the hood, but from what she could see, he would stuff
any girl to her limits.  She stared at it as if it were some dangerous
beast that was sleeping, or tied to something.  Then, blushing she raised
her eyes to find him looking at exactly what she was looking at.

   She watched in fascinated horror as his hand slowly circled his prick
and he jacked the foreskin back off the tip, revealing it to her.  Yes,
there WAS definition there, with a bulbous head that had a flaring crest
behind it and then the diameter dropped to a smaller neck before swelling
back out and becoming the shaft.

   And he kept stroking his cock, standing there like it was the most
normal thing in the world to do.  She stood in the shallow water, frozen.
She'd masturbated a few men, but she'd never seen one do it to himself.

   Her pussy got hot and itchy, so much so that she squatted in the water
to put her pussy in it and then she 'washed' herself while his hand sped up
until it was flashing back and forth.  She managed to get a couple of good
tweaks in on her nipples, and felt her release coming back.

   Then his hand streaked back and stopped.  The little slit in the head of
his prick opened, and a thick stream of viscous white shot out at least
three feet.  He aimed it upward, as if playing with it and jacked on his
cock again as a second stream burst out, following the first.  Her own
efforts were almost rewarded by an orgasm when she lost her balance and
fell back in the water with her finger stuck firmly in her pussy.  She
stared at his penis as three more jerks and three more arcing ropes of
sperm finished him off.  She jerked her finger out of her pussy as he
opened his eyes and continued to milk his softening penis gently for a
while.

   Penny moaned.  She had been so close.

   Then, he too squatted in the water and he slapped at the water with his
now soft phallus, cleaning it off.  He sighed, stood up, looked at Penny
and started off, gesturing for her to follow him.  Penny realized in a
flash of insight that he had become excited, and simply dealt with that
excitement in the most expeditious manner.

   It was as if she hadn't even been there.

   As she started off she grumbled to herself about how men always took
care of themselves, but never seemed to care about the woman.  Not that she
was his woman, but still, it seemed all too much of a wham, bam, never mind
you, ma'am kind of attitude, and she didn't appreciate it that she was
still horny when she had to follow him back onto the jungle path and their
journey continued.

   Boy glanced up at the canopy of jungle.  They wouldn't make it back home
by nightfall.  They'd need shelter.  Predators would smell her for a long
distance.  She didn't smell like jungle yet.  He knew from his studies that
it was her diet that he was smelling, and that not even water would wash
that odor off of her.  Only after she had eaten of the jungle for a month
would she begin to blend in.  He could deal with the predators, but he
wanted to sleep too, and he couldn't do both.

   There were caves above the river not too far away.  It was off his path,
but worth it.  He'd used one of the caves before.  Maybe the rushes he'd
put there as a bed last time would still be there.  Hopefully nothing
dangerous would have moved in, and there wouldn't be too much bat guano on
them.  He glanced at the woman.

   He had to admit he was impressed with this woman, despite her flapping
tongue and strange behavior.  He admired her courage and her willingness to
keep going.  Anyone could see she was almost dead on her feet, but she
never gave up.  It would be good for her to be able to rest too.

   Penny was on her last legs, but she wouldn't admit it to this savage
boy. When he suddenly changed direction she stumbled past him before
jerking to a stop.  The path went on ahead of them, but he was turning,
going into the jungle.

   "What are you doing?" she yelled at him impatiently.  "Where are you
going?"

   Boy knew if he answered the woman in her language that she'd never shut
up, so he kept silent and just kept going.  If she wanted to live she'd
follow him.  If not, then it would be much more quiet while he slept.  He
smiled as he heard her crash along behind him.  He wanted to look back. 
She was nice to look at, at least she was when she got cleaned up a little.

   They got to the river and when Boy started wading in to cross Penny
screamed.

   "NO!  THE CROCODILES!  YOU'LL BE KILLED!"

   She also saw that satchel on his back, and the thought of some
prehistoric reptile tearing at it made her heart stop.

   Boy stopped, and looked all around, as if he were trying to see the
crocodiles she was warning him about.  He already knew she wasn't from the
jungle, but anyone knew that crocs had their own territory, and that the
whole river wasn't full of them.  He waded further out.  It wasn't over his
head here, but he knew he had to keep the briefcase dry, so he held it over
his head and walked, instead of swimming.  When he got to the other bank he
stopped and turned around.

   He waited.

   Penny was frantic with fear.  Her savior was on the other side of the
river.  Anything could come at her now and she'd be helpless.  He didn't
act like there was anything dangerous in the river.  But the scene of those
feasting crocodiles was very clear in her memory.  The fear of the unknown
behind her was stronger though, and, hesitantly, she put one foot in the
water.

   Boy watched as the woman conquered her fear and entered the water.  Then
she was swimming strongly and expertly toward him, her arms making no
wasted motion, her body slicing through the water.  She made sobbing noises
that Cheetah would have called the "I need help" noises, and that he
himself had made when he was younger and very afraid of something.

   But he couldn't figure out what it was she was so afraid of.  When she
got to the shore she was gasping for air and her breasts moved most
magnificently.  He felt his penis start to stiffen again and willed it to
stop.  He'd had to take care of it when they bathed.  She was beautiful and
caused in him the same thing that his mother caused in his father.  He
watched her breasts bob and sway as she ran toward him.

   Then he was wrapped in her naked arms and those breasts were pressed
against his chest.

   "Don't you EVER go off and leave me like that again!" she said in a
raspy voice.  It was the same tone he'd heard his mother use many times and
he almost said "All right".  But he was able to stop himself in time.  He
still didn't want her to know he understood or spoke English.

   Instead, he turned and began to climb the pathway to the cave above.  It
was an easy climb.  Even the woman was able to keep up.

   There was no porch, or protrusion in front of the cave.  There was only
the dark opening that led deep into the rock and then down, into the earth.
Boy had explored it when he was younger, but there was nothing of interest
in there except Gold and Diamonds.  His mother had explained what they
meant on the outside, but here, in the jungle, they were useless.

   Inside the featureless opening, however, there was a room not quite high
enough to stand up in, and wide enough for four men to sit, side by side.
The thick bed of rushes was still there, but it was dry and would be
scratchy.

   Boy sat the woman down on the bed of rushes and handed her the
briefcase. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed, like he was
trying to push her into the ground.  He backed up toward the opening of the
cave and held up one hand, palm out, telling her to stay.

   "Where are you going?" her voice rose high, full of fear.

   Again he put his hand out, palm facing her.

   "You'll come back, won't you?  Please promise me you'll come back." she
pleaded.

   Again his hand.  Then he climbed out and down.

   He was only gone for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, but in Penny's mind,
it was an eternity.  When she'd seen he was going to leave she felt panic
well up in her body like air, filling a balloon.  He didn't seem to
understand her, yet his hand motions suggested that he wanted her to stay
there.  She glanced fearfully back into the blackness of the tunnel that
led deeper into the cliff.

   When he left she sobbed, and then tried not to move...  not even an
inch, hoping that somehow that would help her be safe.

   Then, when she heard the sounds of someone...  or something climbing the
cliff face, her panic swelled even more as her imagination provided all
sorts of horrible possibilities of who...  or what...  it could be.

   When his head appeared in the opening, her sobs of joy and relief were
so emotional that, when he got into range of her hands, she pulled his face
to hers and kissed him.  Then she spent the next five minutes scolding him
for leaving her like that.

   He'd been back for ten minutes before she realized that he'd brought
things back with him.  As he laid them out her eyes widened and she became
more and more amazed at his ingenuity.  He had a section of some sort of
tree or plant trunk that was hollow, with a vine tied to it.  The tube was
full of water.  Another package, made of big flat leaves, contained a dead
animal of some kind that had been butchered, leaving only the edible
portions.  There were also fruits and something else that was white and
hard, but that could be bitten into.  It had a nutty sort of texture and
was tasteless, but was obviously food.  In another packet he had fuzzy
wisps of something, a coil of thin vine and two sticks.

   Before she could object he was gone again, this time coming back with an
armful of wood which he used to build what was obviously going to be a
fire. Before her interested eyes he made a short bow, and the vine that was
the bow string was wrapped around the other stick.  The boy held a flat
stone on top of the straight stick and put the other end into a dip in a
piece of wood that he carved there.  He packed the wispy stuff around that
dip and began sawing back and forth with the bow.  The straight stick spun,
first clockwise, and then the other way.

   To Penny's amazement he produced smoke, then a glowing mass of fibrous
material and then, as he blew on that, flame!

   Fifteen minutes later they were eating what, a week ago Penny would
never have touched, but which now, she thought of as a feast worthy of the
Queen herself.  Then the boy was gone again, and this time he came back
with a big bundle of fresh rushes, which he spread out on top of the older
ones.  This was obviously going to be a bed.

   As Penny ate every scrap of roasted flesh off the bones in the meat, she
measured this bed in her mind.  It would require, if two people used it,
that they were so close together that they would almost certainly be
touching.  There was a warming in her belly that went beyond what food
could provide, as she thought about lying down next to this handsome savage
boy.  Her nipples tingled and she felt the urge to squeeze them and have
the orgasm she had been robbed of earlier.

   Maybe after the boy went to sleep.

   It got darker and darker outside the cave, until it was difficult to see
where the cave opening stopped and the night began.  The fire had consumed
all the wood the boy had brought into the cave, and had burned down until
there were only a handful of coals left.  The boy had lain down, facing
away from her, and as darkness became almost absolute Penny's fear of that
dark and the unknown increased.  She moved closer to her companion.  As she
shifted, her naked bottom sat on something sharp.

   She thought something had bitten her.

   "OW!" she screamed.  She heard her voice echo back from deep the cave.
Then she heard another sound, a rustling sound, reminiscent of flags waving
in a stiff breeze.

   "What...  ?" she started to ask what it was, when suddenly she was
pressed into the bed of rushes and the boy lay on top of her.

   "What are you DOING?" she screamed as she felt his hard, naked body
covering hers.  Her breasts, with their tender and very erect nipples were
pressing into his hot chest.  Thoughts of rape flashed into her mind again
and she drew in a breath to scream.

   The rustling got louder and louder before she could let that breath out,
and then, to her panic stricken mind, hell itself descended on her as
bats...  thousands and thousands of bats began streaming past them and out
of the opening of the cave, into the night.

   Now his body on hers was a welcome cover as she was pressed down, into
the soft rushes.  His hands on her shoulders protected her skin from the
frantic rush of the bats that flew past them, brushing up against his skin.
Her hands had been on his back, trying to push him off her, but fell to his
hips and then, as bats brushed them still, down and into the rushes.  He
twitched, and she realized a bat had landed on his head, gripping his hair
with it's little talons.

   Instinct made her raise her hand to brush the thing away, then she
screamed as she touched it.  But it flew on.

   Slowly the flood of winged creatures lessened.  Penny's breasts were
heaving in her fear, and she suddenly realized her nipples were scraping
across his chest.  He twitched again, and her hands rose up to slide along
his back, up into his hair, brushing, trying to find what had made him
jerk. Finding nothing, her hands went down until they were full of his hard
buttocks, and then she found a bat, parked in the crack of those buttocks.
The boy's hips moved, pressing into hers as he tried to move away from the
creature, and that pressed his penis into her mons.  She brushed with her
hands and the bat disappeared.  She could hear his sigh and feel his body
relax as the...  problem...  went away.

   But there was another problem.  Writhing on top of this luscious full
bodied woman had awakened in Boy, the lust he had been trying to suppress.
As she wiggled under him, and he moved on top of her, his prick lengthened
and stiffened and began to poke and prod between her legs.  Neither of them
were aware of it while the bats flew thickly past them, but as the last of
the colony left to feed in the night air, the sexual energy that both young
people were feeling made itself known.

   Perhaps it was the relief of yet another danger passing, or, maybe it
was the culmination of a very long day of horror, fear and hardship.  It is
quite likely that passions that had been awakened in both of them added to
the urge to...  play.

   Whatever the reasons, Julia Penelope Milton, when she felt that long
hard penis prodding her virgin pussy, spread her legs and raised her knees,
letting the young man sink between them into the saddle she created for
him.

   Then she searched for his lips with her own and, in what she would later
call the most amazing release she had ever experienced, she surrendered to
his kisses.

   Thinking of herself more as a woman right then, rather than as a
barrister, Penny knew full well what she was doing.  She had done all of
this before.  The hot kisses, the roaming hands, caressing places that made
her tingle with pleasure, both given and received...  all those things were
known to Penny.  But they had all been done with men she could talk to, and
who would obey her commands.  And now, as she welcomed the hands and lips
of THIS man, she knew that whatever she said wouldn't matter, and that if
she didn't stop this, it WOULD lead to it's logical conclusion.

   And Penny, to her everlasting surprise, couldn't wait for that
conclusion to arrive.

   "Oh I know you can't understand me" she moaned.  "But I'm a virgin and
I've never done this before, but if you don't make love to me instantly
I'll just DIE!  And I know it's going to hurt, but PLEASE don't stop, but
if you ever understand ANYTHING I tell you, I must have you inside me, but
I'm so frightened and I..."

   She was cut off by his mouth as it covered hers for another kiss, almost
as if he were trying to shut her up.  But then his tongue slipped into her
mouth and she forgot all about that as she kissed him back.

   His hips were lurching forward and back, making his hard cock press into
her mons and slide all over her sex.  He obviously didn't know how to do
this, and the thought that he too might be a virgin sent a thrill through
her that brought her hand between them and to his prick.

   She moved the tip to her opening and said "There".

   It slipped in enough to make her hiss at the pain of her stretched
hymen.

   Boy, not knowing what he was about to do to that hymen, simply did what
he'd seen his father do to his mother, and pressed his prick deep into
Penny's belly.

   Her cry of pain startled him, and he froze, but her hands came to his
buttocks and she moaned into his ear not to stop.  Penny, once she had made
the decision to give herself to this man, wanted to experience it all,
including the pain, and she reveled in it as pleasure streaked through her
at the same time.  She couldn't understand how such pain could be welcome,
but it was.  She pushed with her hips, trying to get even more of that
thick stalk up inside her.

   Boy had seen his parents making love many times, but he had never done
it himself.  He had thought about asking his mother if she would let him do
it with her, because, truth be known, she was the only female around who
wasn't scared to death of him.  His father's reputation in the jungle had
transferred to him without his consent, though he didn't really mind all
that much.  He was pretty full of himself.  He knew he was an important
part of the jungle, and took pride in that.

   But he didn't know quite what to do now.  All that hot soft flesh
pressing on all sides of his penis felt fabulous, and he'd very gladly just
lie there and feel that for as long as he could.  Her breasts felt soft and
hot against his chest too, and her hair smelled good.

   Then she gave her hips a shove, upward, off of the rushes, as if she was
trying to throw him off of her.  His penis moved in her and he suddenly
understood why his father pushed it in and pulled it out and kept doing
that for a long time.  He got his knees under him, and pushed on the floor
of the cave with his hands, so he could flex his abdominal muscles.  When
he was stable, he pulled back and then, afraid he'd fall out of her, shoved
back in, quite possibly with more...  enthusiasm...  than was required.

   Penny gasped as she gave in to the insane urge to move her hips.  She
was stuffed full, stretched to bursting.  She'd seen plenty of his penis,
both soft and hard, and what was in her felt more like his arm.  At the
same time, that feeling of fullness was so wonderful and so fulfilling,
that she instantly realized she was a fool.  She could have been feeling
this for years, but she'd driven off every man who had tried to give it to
her.  She felt him begin to get up...  off of her?  NO!  He couldn't just
stop!  She'd just die if he stopped!  He pulled his penis almost out of her
and she took in a breath to beg him not to leave her.

   Then, her breath gushed out in a half scream as what had been taken from
her was given back, both suddenly, and forcefully.  This time, his pubic
bone pressed hard against hers, and squashed her clitoris almost flat.

   Penny began gibbering.  She lost control of everything and flopped as he
began doing the same thing to her over and over again, dragging his lovely
prick almost out and then slamming it back in her.  Electric jolts of
ecstasy shot through her body and she cried tears of happiness as every
dream and fantasy about her first time came true.  She'd had lots of self
made orgasms before, and she felt an orgasm coming.  She thought it would
be the same as always, but when it overtook her, her mouth opened in a
silent scream, her legs flopped as widely open as they could, and she
bucked like a horse under it's first rider.  All Boy could do was hang on
for dear life.

   Boy rode her thrashing body, feeling his own release coming.  He'd
always played with his semen when he came, aiming it this way, or seeing
how far he could help it go as his prick pumped the cream out of his balls.
But this time he had the intense urge to leave it deep inside her when it
happened to him.  He didn't question why he felt that way.  He simply
looked forward to what he knew would feel wonderful.  There...  it was
time...  He pushed in and froze.

   Penny had just regained enough control over her body to be able to
decide what noises she was going to make when the man - she couldn't
possibly think of him as a boy any longer - made a strange sound and
stopped what he was doing.  He pushed with his penis so strongly that she
felt herself move over the bed of rushes a few centimeters.  Then her eyes
opened wide in the dark as she felt heat filling her insides and he jerked
in her.  Though it was dark, she could see him in her mind as she had seen
him earlier that day, holding his penis while that thick stream of white
shot a meter through the air.

   Now he was doing that inside her.  Her first lover.  The first time in
her life that her pussy was full to the brim with hot, wet, slippery sperm.

   And she didn't even know her lover's name.

   She didn't care.  This too was part of the experience, and as she felt
his prick swell and spit, over and over again, she held him close and
luxuriated in the seed he shared with her inside her body.  As her fingers
slid along the rippling muscles of his shoulders she thought of what all
that heat inside her might create in her womb.  She felt his muscles and
thought "If I have his son, he'll feel like this to some lucky girl some
day."

   With that thought she welcomed his offering.
   


  
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