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(M/F-teen, nc, voy, intr, 1st) *** Sixteen-year-old Maggie Johnson had come with her family to the new land of America only the previous month. Times were hard. The savages had turned against them and killings were frequent. The land they were homesteading was some 12 miles from a small village, with a river running in the forest nearby that had to be crossed. Being a poor family, they could not afford slaves and thus Maggie and her little brother had to do most of the chores around the new farm, from bringing water from a stream nearby which fed the river in the forest to helping their father with farming. One day, while fetching water from the stream nearby, she heard the sound of splashing from the river. Curious, she turned around the bend but suddenly hid behind the bush when she realized that someone was bathing in the river. First she could only see a dark haired head floating on the river, then it turned towards the bank and slowly came out a body so magnificent in body and musculature that it made her hold her breath. He was nothing like any white man she had ever seen. Golden brown skin, long black hair and tall height and hairless body, except for a black thatch in the crotch. Just like hers. Since she had never seen a penis before, she was very astonished to see the club of his cock, which was now erect and very hard... fat, with two big globes hanging under it. In her naiveté she saw the penis as something which characterized the savage as the reason why everyone thought of them as different... for she was sure of the fact that the man standing in front of her was indeed a savage... the heathens who were murdering everyone they saw. The man had been washing his body in the stream, as he reached the bank of the river and looked down at his erect cock and smiled ruefully at it. Then he gently, delicately took it in the palm of his hand and stroked it slowly. Maggie shrank back into the shadows hoping that the savage wouldn't notice her. After a bit he walked towards picked up a soft tanned hide and then began to walk into the forest. Maggie suddenly realized that she was trapped where she was and would be found out if she took even a single breath, much less move from her hiding place. But the man passed by her and sat down behind the bush close by. He sat on the ground with his back to a tree and sighed gently. As she watched fascinated, the man opened his thighs wide and slowly began to stoke his erection back to full glory. Maggie watched, mesmerized, as a drop of crystal clear fluid came out of the head of the cock and watched him lick it from the finger which he brought to his mouth. Maggie was only a few feed away from the man and could see even the individual fine black hairs that surrounded his stiff member. Then, as Maggie watched the man, he licked his palm until it was wet and slowly began to massage the head of his manhood, then going down towards the stem, his hand beginning to pump up and down and he closed his eyes and his breathing began to increase, as if he was running. She watched the fleshy sacks beneath his shaft begin to tighten as he continued to mate with the wind. Soon his breathing became harsh, his hand flying over his stiffness, until he moaned loudly, his face all screwed up. Then suddenly, a white fluid erupt from him, shooting up in the air, one big string after another, one even landing on a leaf of the bush behind which Maggie was hiding. Fascinated by what she'd witnessed Maggie carefully plucked the leaf holding the man's droplet while he was recuperating. She looked at it closely, then smelled and then touched it. Not satisfied, she hesitantly tasted a little bit of the warm sticky substance finding it sweet yet salty at the same time. Maggie looked back at the man sitting so close and realized that her pulse had quickened and the her breathing was rapped and shallow. Then she looked down at his penis to find it quite smaller than before. Suddenly felt a pair of eyes on her and looked up into his eyes to find the savage staring at her. Maggie jumped up from behind the bush and blindly ran towards the farm; fear of death at the hands of the savage uppermost in her mind all thoughts of his golden muscled body and his long male shaft forgotten. *** That night, Maggie was severely scolded for losing the water pail, but she dared not explain the reason why it had happened. Once in bed, she began thinking of the majestic man she had seen -- as she drifted off to sleep. A shadow appeared at the window, a silhouette of a man as he stared into each room through the windows until he found hers. Silently he opened the window and climbed into the room to se the nubile young Maggie asleep on her bed. The long black tresses spread on the pillow, the fair complexion aglow in the moonlight, the sparking blue eyes hidden, but clearly remembered. He silently took out a large white crystal from his bag and held it under her nose. Soon, her breathing quieted and she sighed. He took a blanket draped across a chair and wrapped her in it. Then he hoisted her up on his shoulder and exited via the window, their shadow soon swallowed by the blackness of the forest. He walked through the forest, crossing the river and climbing the hill clad in pine trees until he came upon a small low cave far away from the village. He laid her on the floor and collected wood and built a fire, lighting up the whole cave from inside. Then he uncovered her, spreading the blanket she had been wrapped in out on the floor, placing her onto it. Then he silently opened up the front of her dress, revealing her breasts. Slowly he pulled the dress off the girl to reveal a slim body with curves, fair skin, with a dark bush between her thighs. He slowly licked his middle finger and slipped it between the pubic hair to touch the closed mons of her vagina, making the unconscious girl squirm. He slowly entered the lips with the finger and felt the tightness inside her, until he found the maiden-head still intact. Excited, he slowly pulled his finger out, noticing his erection so hard that it was holding the loincloth up like a tent. He then took out a berry from the cloth bag and, opening her mouth, squeezed the berry until its juice went inside. He then sat astride her stomach and removed his loincloth to reveal his pulsing cock. He then took a breast in each hand and slowly began to massage them, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. Maggie moaned and slowly opened her eyes to see the handsome face of the same savage she had spied on earlier that day. When she realized the dilemma she was in, she gave a horrified gasp and tried to free herself, but to no avail, as she was trapped under him and her wrists were in his tight grip. He waited until she realized the futility of her struggle, then surprised he handed her some leaves. Silently she took the rolled up leaves from his hand and chewed it as he'd indicated. Acrid taste filled her mouth, but the warning look in his eyes made her swallow the bitter leaves. Although she was still afraid of the savage, she promised herself she would not show her fear. What will he do to me? She worried. As he smiled at her when she swallowed the leaves, she belatedly realized that it could have been poison she just swallowed and was a fool to have trusted a savage. He meant to kill her! The savage slid down from her abdomen, and opened up her thighs. Maggie had never even imagined being in a situation like this before. Even when she'd thought of marriage, she had never thought about being touched by a man, much less a savage. His hands were warm and dry, and after the first shock of their touch Maggie's body stopped quivering, after all there was nothing she could do. Maggie she watched as he slowly bent his head until his face was buried between her thighs. Before she could voice any protest, she felt the tip of his tongue slip between her neither lips, sending jolts of pleasure through her, then another wave of sensation crashed through her as the tongue went in deeper and yet another as the tongue began to flick her insides, teasing her to an unimagined level of pleasure. Then there was no stopping of the waves of intense pleasure as he sucked on her little nub for the first time. He felt her mons puff up and her juices begin to flow, clinging to her pubic hair like little diamonds. Finally he sat up and then edged towards her, between her thighs. She lay there panting for breath and watched him curiously as he took the club of his erect manhood in his hand and began to rub it over her vaginal lips. Here eyes widened as she realized his intent. There was no way in the world that that huge thing would ever fit in her. Maggie wonderingly reached out and touched it and then looked up when he gasped as he moved up onto his knees and held her thighs as wide as he could and then touched the tip of his manhood to her wet slit. Maggie was suddenly desperate, that could not happen, not to her, she began to pull away, afraid that he would kill her with that huge thing that was throbbing with his passion. Sensing her reluctance but not willing to stop now, he took hold of her shoulders in a firm grip and gave a slight thrust to his hard bunched buttocks. She gazed down between them wonderingly as half of his stiff member was inch by inch swallowed up inside her body. She had expected great pain, but feeling of her body opening up and stretching and then closing around the intruding column of flesh tightly was amazing. Maggie looked up at this savage to find him staring into her eyes intently. Then he slowly began to chant something indecipherable under his breath as his body tensed above hers. Then suddenly, he gave a hard push with his penis, sending it crashing through her maiden- head, tearing it open to let his huge member sink all the way in to the hilt. A trickle of blood oozed out around his shaft. Maggie gave an involuntary groan at the sudden pain that lashed through he body, then moaned anew when she looked down to find the huge thing fully buried inside her. The savage let go of her shoulder, still maintaining eye contact, and grabbed her buttocks, settling into her more deeply. Then slowly he pulled out half way only to slam it back all the way in. He repeated this maneuver again and again, faster and faster. Maggie felt helpless, as she felt the whole length of his thrusting member touching places inside her that had never been touched before. Gradually the savage's movements gained momentum, finally losing control when he realized that his captive was grunting with passion in his ear, hugging him tightly as he thrust into her. The feel of the slippery female walls spasming around his cock made him lose his essence up, his thrusts turning into bone-breaking slams, until, with a shout, he reached his orgasm. Semen spouting out of his cock in a great flood, splashing on the walls of the helpless white girl's unprotected womb, filling her up to the brim and then some, until it began to flow out of her, mixing with drops of her virgin blood. *** It was just before twilight when Maggie silently climbed through a window of her room. She lay down on her bed and silently picked up the hem of her skirt and moved it around her stomach. She quietly touched herself to find she was still puffed up, and a bit sore. And still very wet with her juices and his cum. Having taken his load of passion thrice in one night had been an experience that she would never forget. To experience the intense pleasure his body had given her, pleasure that she had never even imagined before was something that she would always hold close She could hardly wait until the next time he came for her, she knew he would. It was amazing to think that he was a savage, everybody said they were. Something struck her mind that made her giggle; for a savage, he was the man who had just shown her a glimpse of heaven! END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 50