Written from the inspiration of experiences and friends, this fantasy is for reading pleasure and enlightenment. Any resemblace to actual persons or activities is coincidental. Caren's Journey
She held her small fingers at the waistband of her soft jeans. They rode low on her slender hips, under the slight swell of her belly. Her breath came in short gasps from her excitement. Her nipples were stiff from the attention they had just recieved.
Slowly, she unfastened the snap at her waist and let the zipper pull apart. The slight covering of fur above her kitty came into view. It was lighter than the copper red of her head, a small puff of color against her pale flesh.
Her hands shook with trepidation as she prepared to give herself to the gentle man who sat in front of her. Caren's green eyes were reflections of her fear at the event that was soon to change her status from girl to woman.
As she peeled the denim garment from her thighs the aroma of her aroused virgin sex permeated the air. She heard Lance sigh deeply as he took in the heavy musk. Gazing into his grey eyes, she saw the tenderness there. The longing to please her filled his facial expression and the way he approached her partially nude body.
Caren though back to how she got where she was at this moment. He had written a story of how he had taken a sweet young girl's virginity. He had recalled the smalest details and delicate touches. She remembered how wet she got as she read how he tasted the girl's nectar and made her cream 'kissing on her kitty'.
The flush that raced through her body as he described the glistening lips of her untouched vulva, wrapped around the swollen clitoris, made her skin moist. She wanted to feel what that girl felt. Caren wanted it to be her in that story.
She did gather the courage to write him. She was blunt and brooked no chance of being misunderstood. "I'm a virgin, and I want you to fuck me." Her palms were wet as she typed the words, her fingers trembled as she struck the key to send the message. It was done! She waited for what seemed like a lifetime, before he wrote back.
Many letters and descriptions, suggestions, and ideas passed between them, until finally they decided to meet 'in real'. Caren traveled to where he lived. He met her at the bus station on his gleaming black Harley-Davidson. She felt faint when she saw him standing next to the machine dressed in leather from head to foot, as he told her he would. She climbed on behind him and let him carry her away, knowing that he would soon be plunging his 'dragon' deep into her virgin kitty.
Her arms wrapped around his waist, her hands fell to his crotch where she soon found the grown bulge of his `dragon'. He had told her it was eight inches long and now, she had the reality of it in her fingers. The stiff flesh was pulsing beneath her fingers. Her small hand did little to cover its length or girth.
The throbbing machine added to the sensations she felt. Vibrations flowed through her body, and she felt her kitty growing wet. Caren's nipples were stiff and tender, too. She pulled closer to him and pressed her mound into his back.
Caren cared little for where they went, only that her realisation of her deires be fulfilled. The small cabin in the woods was an unexpected surprise. They pulled up and parked under the forest shade. Lance shut off the bike and began to dismount. The leather he wore creaked when he moved, his heavy boots brushed Caren's thighs as he swung over her.
In a daze, she watched as he opened the door and motioned for her to follow. Caren felt the weakness in her limbs as she moved toward the building. The room was sparsley furnished but comfortable. His back was to her while he built a fire in the stone hearth. Not so much for the cold, but the background.
Lance turned to face her and began removing his jacket and shirt. Flung carelessly aside, his boots followed and he waited for Caren to follow his lead. She stared at him for a moment. His strong arms were covered in tattoos, a light fur coated his chest above the trim stomach.
Caren removed her boots first, then slowly unbuttoned her jacket/shirt. The filmy halter-top she wore hid nothing of her charms. Medium sized, her B-cup breasts were firm with dark areola and very stiff nipples. She saw him smile at the exposed flesh, and rubbed them as if they were cold.
Her face and neck were flushed, partly from excitement, partly from being unsure of herself in the company of this handsome older man. The rose tint flowed across her naked chest as she saw Lance unbuckle his belt. He was waiting for her.
He moved towards her, and she began to loosen her pants. The soft flesh of her belly and the light red fur of her mound appeared. Her hands pushed the denim away, across her thighs and down her legs. She wore no panties and she was now totally naked in front of him.
"Very pretty." Lance commented, softly.
Caren blushed some more and half turned to show off her tight little butt as well. Then, she sat on the soft couch, holding her thighs up and together.
Lance moved in front of her and stood quietly. He reached for her hands and placed them on his pants. She looked up in a question. He returned her look with another smile, then said,
"Go ahead and unwrap your prize, Caren."
She pulled the leather pants apart and down a little. The sparse hair near his penis caused questions to run through her mind.
"Yes, Caren. I keep it shaved most of the time." He responded to her unasked question.
Peeling the soft black fabric down, Caren gasped at her first sight of his massive shaft.
"Ohmigod! It's huge!"
"I didn't story. It's a full eight inches long, and almost two inches across." He laughed gently. "You can touch it, you know. After all, it will be inside you in a little while, if you haven't changed your mind."
"Oh! NO! I ... I haven't! But I've never seen one this big, let alone touch one like it!"
"Have you ever touched a boy, before?" He asked.
"Y ..Yes. On dates and stuff. We get kissing hot, and they get all grabby, so I do them off with my hand. Sometimes I let them shoot their stuff in my mouth, too."
"Has any body ever touched your kitty?"
"Um ..Yeah. ... In gym, sometimes one of the other girls, but usually one of my boyfreinds, or myself." Caren blushed again.
"Did you like it, when they touched you?"
"It ... It made me all `butterfly' in my belly. I .. Yes, I liked it!"
"Have you ever had anything inside your kitty?"
"Well, .. uh .. you know .. my fingers and stuff."
Her color was deepening as her revelations expanded his knowledge of her sex experience.
"You never let any of your boys fill your kitty?"
"N .. No. I .. I didn't want babies or anything like that. They never put it in my front hole."
He made note of her reference to her front hole, then asked,
"Take my leather all the way off?"
As Caren pulled the snug garment down to his ankles, it placed her face straight even with the bouncing penis. She looked up to see the heavy sac hanging below the stiff rod. She grasped the throbbing flesh, gently, inspecting it's curve and all the veins and wrinkles. The loose foreskin fascinated her, and she bent closer to see it better.
"You could kiss on it, if you would like." He suggested.
"Do .. Do you want me to?"
"I'd like nothing, better for a start." He answered.
Caren moved her thin lips closer to the plum colored crown. Tentatively, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The first drops of clear pre-cum were drooling from the tiny slit. She tasted the salt and slickness of the fluid and spread it with the flat of her tongue. She admired the glistening helmet, then surrounded it with her mouth.
He felt the warmth of her lips and the gentle scraping of her teeth on his sensitive flesh. Her mouth took him deep, deeper than he expected from this nineteen year old. She had most of his dragon in her throat when she gagged and had to pull off.
"That's okay, it is pretty big." He spoke softly as she returned to her oral task.
He felt the waves of release begin too quickly. He pulled her head away and picked her up. He sat her on the couch and gently spread her thighs. The slender labia parted in welcome, revealing deep rose colred skin beneath. She was soaking wet, her clitoris stood firm in its sheath.
"Has any body ever kissed on you, down here?"
"On... .Only a couple of times." She stammered.
