It was time now for Lota to loose herself to a man. He could see the blossoming breasts underneath the sweet nineteen-year-old's bustier. Her belly was pretty and round. Lota's hips were big and it sent his mind whirling. Just then she brought in his plate of biscuits and meat. He grabbed her wrists as she sent it down. He stared at her then let her go. She walked back out of the room to the kitchen in the adjoining room. He munched on a biscuit but could eat no more. His cock was raging. He could not control it. He was hard, stiff, aflame with desire & lust. He hurriedly undone the leather fastenings on his pants. He carefully brought out the inflamed red member.
Just then Lota came back into the room with a bottle of wine & a big, brass cup. She stopped, mouth agape. She went to turn.
"No, Lota, come back, you must see this some day." He panted out. "Sit in front of me on the table."
She obeyed. He could see her eyes on his penis.
"What is it you are doing, sir?" Lota asked. Her innocence sent him soaring. His hand squeezed his cock head.
"Sometimes, men get so wanton of a woman that they must please themselves the way they want the woman to do." He looked into her big lovely eyes. "Watch. I'll show you. I'm thinking about you Lota & tonight I'm taking you."
Her eyes flew to his bright green ones. His black hair hung in tresses all around his board chest. His body was heaving and his well muscled arm was jerking slowly.
"But, sir, I am so small and you are so big. Won't it hurt?" Lota asked so sweetly. She noticed he then took the length of himself in his hand and moved his hand up and down. He reached up and undid her dress top lacing.
Peeling it back he said, "but how can I resist such beauty?"
"But what will you do to me, sir?" She asked trying to conceal her creamy breasts he was trying to expose.