Hey there, this my first story posted on this site.
I did prove read it but I'm sure it still has flaws, so if you see some please correct me.
It is the first part of a longer series, unless none of you like it, then I’ll be crying in the corner of my room instead of writing. I would appreciate it if you take the time to comment on my story; maybe some feedback about my choice of words or general idea’s about the storyline.
However I’ll not bore you any longer with this introduction, but hopefully entertain you with my work.
Little puffs of red dust stirred up every time his boots hit the dry road, it had been a very dry spring and the trees as well as the small bushes on either side of the road where bone-dry.
Dust of wo days walking soiled his face, where his down poring sweat gave him a look as if he was melting away.
Even if walking was sometimes essential in his line of work, he didn’t have to like it. So he walked further west cursing his luck and cursing the people that where responsible he had to be here and sometimes all of that cursing was interrupted by a muttering, which indicated he thought about his black hunter that had to leave behind in the stables of Bramen Castle.
After an hour or two of walking, cursing and growling, the dense vegetation suddenly made place for grassland and with the departure of the trees the blue sky was clearly visible now. Standing there on the edge of the forest, the young man who would introduce himself to others as Mathew, let out a string of curses the trees behind him would frown at, if they would be capable of facial expression. Because there on the horizon, he could see the first sine of what to come, the only thing he more hated than walking in the heat, walking in the rain. But before he had finished the curs he spotted smoke rising behind the next hill top, so he abrupt stopped what he was doing and got on walking.
The moment he reached the top of the hill, there was little farm to be seen, nestled between the sloops and a little bridge over the stream that crossed the porch. Peaceful was the first thing that popped up in his mind and he chuckled at the thought. Hopefully the habitants would be as welcoming as their home suggested.
After wrapping them up in an oiled rig he hid his bow, short sword and knifes under hedge. Armed with only a hand long knife he made his way to the farmstead.
A woman, in the fall of her life, was tending to a flock of gooses, she looked up hearing the muffled sound of boots meeting the wooden bridge. Still bent over when her gaze fell upon the young and dusty wanderer. Her dark blond curls where bound together preventing them to fall in front of her face. A face that must have been called pretty if not beautiful during the prime of her youth, but the process of aging and years of hard work had left their marks.
“Greetings, my name is Mathew and I’m on my way to the monastery of Karligen”, the youth spoke, “when I saw your lovely home from the top of the hill, I hoped I could get here some respite of the road and shelter from the storm to come.”
“O’course, me man will ‘ortly be comin’ back from the fields, then you can join us to supper,” was the farmer wife’s answer. ”The tube is out back, there’s a well also an’ if you want warm water you have to chop the wood trunks stacked behind the barn.”
The axe met the wood with forceful blows while Mathew was chopping it to easy handling pieces, the amount of chopped wood was already far more than he actually needed to warm his bath. Working his way true the pile of trunks while the water was being heated, Mathew only stopped the moment he hearth a grasp.
There behind him stood the origin of the sound, a girl hardly to be called a young woman. She was the mirror image of her mothers, but then by a quarter of a century younger. Her blond curls where loosely bound together behind her head and here smooth face showed a tint of red as her gaze lingered on the young man’s lean and muscular upper body.
Suddenly she was genuine interested in the ground before here feed and with a soft voice, hardly more than a whisper she said,” I’ve here some soap an’ cloth fro’ our farmhand, you can wear them while yours dry, me ma say’.”
Their eyes met briefly before the girl quickly turned around and hurried away. Stepping in the tube Mathew had to admit that he changed his opinion about his luck.
Freshly bathed and clean clothed he went in to the kitchen, there he was met by the farmer, his demising hear revealed the sun browned skin on the top of his head. He was already busy emptying his first platter, while his wife and daughter where cleaning of the trace of cooking.
“Ah you must be Mathew, me wife told me you’re on your way to the monastery but you don’t have the look like a boy on his way to holiness” he said “Me name is Hilbert this is me wife Francine and daughter Annika, sit down and eat, lad.”
“Thank you master Hilbert”
“I be no master, a simple farmer I`m and just Hilbert. Women give the boy a meal. So tell me what is a young strong lad as you be doing his way to the Monks?”
“My father is a merchant in Bramen and to get permission to trade in Karligen he had to promise his second son to the order. And since I have an older and younger brother that be me.”
“That’s a good thing you be doing, a child sure should obey its father”, the farmer answered, “so and now to your tasks, I’ve some wood that needs to be chopped and some fences that need to be looked at.”
“Mathew already chopped most of the wood in the back” said the girl before she blushed in to her plate.
The farmer frowned at her, “ok then he will have less to do tomorrow and can continue his journey earlier.” Looking back to his guest he spoke, “you can sleep in the barns loft, there is the bed where me farmhand used to sleep, most of the time.”
Mathew was just getting ready to sleep when to storm he predicted broke lose. Lying on his back he listened to cracking of the lighting, something you only can enjoy with a roof above your head.
The rain got in true a big hole in the roof on the left front of the barn, just as the young wanted turn on his side and close his eye’s the lighting illuminated night sky, then he saw a silhouette crouched in the blazing storm. In reflex he put his hand under his duffle bag and grabbed the hilt of knife he put there.
“Who is there? Name yourself” he called out.
“It’s just me, Annika” was answered
“What are you doing out there? Come on in it is raining cats and dogs, silly girl.”
He put his knife in the bag and waited.
There she came up the ladder, her wet nightgown stuck to her plump frame. If the shivering wasn’t obvious enough the hard bubs on her mounds indicated how cold she was, at closer inspection Mathew noticed that the once white cloth was now nearly transparent and her dark areolas where clear to see.
“You look cute standing there, but take of those wet clothes, I’ll give you my shirt to wear.” And promptly he pulled it over his head.
“Ok, but you have to close our eyes.”
“You saw me bare chested two times already” he exclaimed.
Giggle she answered “Come on turn and no peaking.”
After some long seconds he finely got the ok.
“Sit down, we can share my blanked it’s much cozier” he said slyly
Quickly she sat next to him and he draped a blanked over her shoulder.
“What you said just there, did you mean it?” Annika asked with a shy smile.
“I do not know what you’re talking about, what did I say?” overly faking his ignorance.
“Aw you know exactly what you said, silly. You said I looked cute, did you really think I looked cute?” a shy smile was showing on her face.
“No, I said you look good and you still do.” As he said that he leaned forward gently brushed her wet hair behind her ear and kissed her lightly on her lips.
Her first reaction was to draw back but then she pushed her mouth forcefully against his. As soon his lips parted she started to wiggle her tong inside, with the skills of someone who spectated the act a dozen times but didn’t know the inner workings.
While they were busy making a mental map of each other’s mouths Mathews hands caressed her back, descending to the hem of the shirt he just gave her. He locked his thumbs under it and slowly pushed it up warts and as his hands crept higher, while his left hand lingered on her back his right one cupped her breast. Annika let out a shivering moan as his thumb brushed over her nipple.
The lovers broke their kiss as he swiftly pulled the shirt over her head, freed of the garment she pressed her bare breast against is chest.
In one motion Mathew laid her on her back and stared down on her body that yet had to fully develop. With an almost hungry growl he dove down locking her left teat in his mouth while right one got entertained by his left hand. The girl was panting sucking and licking his middle and index finger of his other hand.
With a few licks and nibs he parted form her now fully erect dug, just to start his travel down to her Eldorado. First he kissed his way in to the shallow valley of her bosom, proceeded licking down to her belly button and bit playfully in the padding that was the result of adequate nutrition. An exited giggle escaped true her slightly parted lips.
Al most eye to eye with his target he only was hinder by the long skirt she was wearing, firm he grabbed the skirt and hoisted it up to her hips.
Then he was greeted by the sight of her bare womanhood. “I’m not wearing any small cloth” the girl let out with a giggle. “Do you like it?”
With a grin on his face he looked up. “I love it”.
Stroking his right hand down her tight, his left went up to caress her breasts. Simultaneously they reached their destinations, he run one finger up her moist slit resulting in a surprised groan.
His index finger traveled up and down that road on his own before it was accompanied by his neighbor and together they ventured in to dark wet chasm of her matriarchy.
Faster and faster worked his hand as she moaned it to his mouth, suddenly her small hand grabbed his wrist. “Stop” she muttered. “I want your thing inside me.”
He sat on his knees between her parted legs, as Annika moved fort to undue his belt she brushed her hand against the outline of his shaft and let out an excited giggle.
He grabbed the back of her hand and pushed his lips forcefully on hers to silence her. The clumsy fondling paid off and his pants fell down freeing his cock which slapped lightly against her tummy.
Their lips parted and the girl gasped as she looked down. “I’ve never seen one this close”
She grabbed it and looked astonished “It feels so hot, I want it now!”
With those words she fell back in to the hay.
Gently he rubbed the tip of his rod along the lips no male ever had parted, lubricating it with wetness oozing out of her inner. Once wet enough he slipped his head in to her fold, the girls eyes went weight. “You’re inside me” Annika whisper.
`Not fully` his answer was, `this is going to hurt.`
And before the girl could comprehend what he had said, Mathew pushed thru her hymen. A cry of pain was send out in the night and her brown eyes went watery with tears. The young man rested his pelvis against hers and waited impatient until she had adjusted to his size.
`Are you alright? ` He asked with a caring voice.
`Yes, it did hurt really bad, but now it does less. I just feel so, stuffed. ‘
Mathew started to retreat his penis out of the hot and tight vagina, just to push it back in on last moment. Leaning on his right hand his left was free to play with her nipples. Lustful moans and grunts filled the night air only to be interrupted by the thunder in distance and while Mathew increased the speed his playing changed to tweaking.
Soon the girls nipple was flaming red, but she felled just pleasure. He was pounding merciless in to her defiled cunt and all she could do was screaming in ecstasy. Annika’s pussy walls spasmed around his dick, this put him on the edge and the tingling in his balls became almost painful. Six powerful stokes later he shot is sperm into her womb.
Released he rolled on his back and was about to doze away in fulfillment, when he fell someone cuddle up to him.
`That was amazing` the girl said, resting her had on his torso.
`Yeah, but I think you should go back inside now.’
Her serene expression chanced in one of disbelief.
`But, why?’ she said pouting.
`Look it’s already late and we will see each other tomorrow morning’ his answered, careful to keep his discus out of his voice.
`You are right. So, you think you’re going to stay? I could convince my father.’ She kept on annoying him.
`Possible, I’ll think about it and we’ll talk tomorrow.’
Satisfied that she had convinced he she gave him a peck took her clothes and left the barn.
The next day the girl had to hide her tears when she found out that the young man who had taken her virginity had left before the first light, the one who had introduced himself as Mathew expected as much and couldn’t care less.